Episode 13: Drag the Waters

A hidden pond in a very secluded park of Chicago. Perfect spot for an illegal swim, regardless of the signs posted.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Fishing pole to reel you in.” Gnarly Reese looked down at his magnificent rod. Lifting her chin with a thin smile at the playful use of his hands, Regina Cowan mused as if he were battling a big fish. Eyes rolling at his insistence she waded toward him with a deadly expression.

“Bassassin?” He chuckled!

“Is that a fish joke or a Bass guitar jest? I could be a piranha.” She reached shallow water and drug herself up, breasts now in full glisten. Nipples vibrant as bait. With a sensuous smile she curled her finger at him.

“Who’s got the hook here?” She batted her lengthy lashes. “You or me? Sink or swim.”

“I can do that without smelling like pond scum.”

“This water is fresh, Leg and Bass man.”

“Sure, it is. Still reeling!” He faked having a reel next to his rod, twirling his fingers at her as if turning the reel handle. “Just look at the yummy lure, right there.” He boasted, shaking his thick purple erection at her.

“Have it your way, Fish stick.” She surfaced up to her knees offering him a solid view of a short black pubic hair triangle cloaking her fishing hole. With a sly drop to her knees before him her mouth went wide, both hands reaching up to collect his promising pole.

Both hands stroking his behemoth beast she glared up at him with a sneer. Gripping him hard Regina dared to yank him by his dick toward her until she toppled his weight onto her. Both of them fell back into the pond and submerged briefly. Floundering in shock Gnarly came up for air hissing. Regina in her playful mood escaped his clutches and threw herself backwards to soar atop the surface into deeper water. The pond was only eight feet deep at its center, so it gave her room to frolic. Giving chase Gavin caught her, both laughing at the realization that their stress relief was working.

“I should’ve known you would pull a stunt like that.” He shook his head, pulling his mane back into a ponytail. Somewhere along the line he lost his hair tie.

“Is that what this is?” She grabbed his cock beneath the water, “A stunt?”

Shrugging with a pucker he agreed! “Does his own stunts. Guess so!”

Moving closer to Gnarly she threw her arms around his neck. “Just so you know, I’m only doing this to get you out of your funk.”

“Sure, you are. You’ve wanted me since the day you met me.”

“Woooo! Listen to that ego. I’ve never been with a white man before. I decided you looked like a first time for everything. Ever been with a black woman Iowa?”

Sighing heavily, he broke it to her with a wince. “About 7 hours ago.” His admission left her stunned.

“Really now!”

“Sorry to break it to you like that. If you want to jump out of the water floppin’, I’d understand.”

“Fishing trip just hit some rough waters, but I’m good. Who was this lucky, Diva?”

“Drummer from the band Milkbone. I had dinner last night with the band, and their manager.”

“Drummer have a name?” She remained close with both arms still about his neck.

“Pearl, but she goes by Jezabelle.”

“I see. Does Pearl dive like this?” She released her grip and submerged, wrapping her mouth carefully around his cock, to avoid swallowing in pond water. She sucked his dick roughly, squeezing his balls enough to make him offer a strained expression.

“Ringing the diving belle.” He muttered to himself. After an endurance of two minutes, she surfaced for air to absorb his thoughts. Before he could acknowledge his appreciation, Regina dove under for another round. This time she stayed beneath longer. Mentally counting in his thoughts her breathing technique, he knew as long as she had her lips probing his full length she was in no danger. That extra time brought on trembling in his legs.

With an unexpected urgency he detonated inside her mouth. She fed fiercely even afterwards. “Damn!” He admitted to being impressed. A minute longer she released him with a bite to his crown that made him jump. Rising up with a feral embrace she stormed him with a kiss that to his shock filled his mouth with his own jizz. Caught off guard he nearly choked. Regina was a savage. Their kiss steamy, and dangerous.

She bit his lower lip, drawing blood before ravaging his tongue again. With an unpredicted move she shoved him back and waded toward shore. That chiseled heart shaped booty was perfection. Crawling out she dropped to her knees on all fours, ass facing Gnarly.

“Who’s reeling in the big fish now?” She snapped!

Growling at the beauty of that tight black ass and juicy clam, he roared up from the water like a needy Demigod dropping to his knees behind her. Lining his erection up, a snug nudge buried his Orca deep into her trench. Regina hissed like a cat, lowering her head at the rapid thrusts that followed. Hands rolling all along her wet backside Gnarly pounded that twat with a vengeance. Collapsing forward onto her forearms to assist in supporting them both Regina Cowen exhaled a serious plea.

“Fuck that pussy.”

His job was to destroy her rough exterior. He needed to see her jaded guard come down, to discover the true Regina, not the badass her shell displayed. Slapping her ass wasn’t the way to do it. Not that she didn’t like his control issues, but it challenged her. Gnarly continued what he defined as bitch slapping.

After his sixth hard slap she forced her upper body aloft. Catching him off guard she pulled away from him, his dick slipping free of her sloppy cunt. Launching herself backwards, twisting like a seasoned wrestler she tackled him. Her body weight was enough to stagger him into falling over. In a show of boss versus boss Regina threw her body forward over his and sat on top.

Straddling his erection, she slid down on it rearing her head back. That beefy crown struck her G-spot sending lightning through her every hormonal surge. Like a beast in heat, she gyrated over his lap. Each time he attempted to reach for her breasts she slapped his hands aside with a sneer. The second he gave up she hurled herself forward over him and smothered his lips in kisses. Still tender from drawing blood he resisted and fought back. Having a good thirty pounds on her even in her conditioned body he forced her over onto her back in a roll.

Missionary took over as he attempted to grab her ankles, but Regina moved too fast for him, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. Not realizing just how strong Regina was, the missionary only lasted a measly eight thrusts. Still within her she utilized her inner strength to roll them again. Her hands snatching his wrists pinned him to the ground. Legs locked under his spine she rode him hard, her thighs alive with constriction. This shit was making Gavin harder than he had ever been. He felt like Tarzan of the jungle, learning the ropes from the local Goddess. Who needed Jane?

Resistance futile he lay back looking up at her controlling expression. She was obsessed with her conquest. As her entwined legs loosened, he allowed her space to straighten out over him. Her legs wide to each side of his she shocked him further.

“Are you seriously doing push-ups over me?”

“Daily work out. It gets the heart pumping.”

“Fucking, doesn’t?” He laughed!

“Enjoy it.”

“Oh, I am. Might feel better if I could do the push-ups over you though.”

“Can you do military style?”

“One handed?”

Regina placed her left hand behind her back and continued riding him while supporting herself with only her toes, and right hand under his armpit.

“How the hell are you keeping my dick in like this? Geezus!”

“Just gotta know how to give a proper head lock.”

“Soldier on.”

Her eyelids fluttered as her brewing hormones informed her senses of expectations. “Getting close, Aquaman.”

“We’re not in the water.”

“No, but I’m about get your Landlubber cock nice and wet.”

“In that case.” He put his entire body into launching her over onto her back. Before she could resist, he snatched her ankles up and proved that he was tougher than he let on. Her legs ripped wide he rammed his beast inside her cunt like a repetitive jackhammer. His forcefulness led her palms up to the top of her head for a mental countdown to the inevitable. Her breasts although tight from musculature fitness still shifted about a bit. Her nipples like diamond drill bits.

Above her he reared his head back snarling like a beast of the veldt in his own right. As he lowered his head down his forehead touched hers. Eyes locked, it made the final deep penetrations all the more pleasurable. Her fierce glare committed to his sneer of commitment it was on.

“Cum in that cunt, Rockstar.”

Against his better judgement his primal instinct took over. The King of Beasts let it reign. Feeling every shot Regina hissed and clawed her nails up his chest in her confinement. Feeling daggers dig in he reared back to avoid further bloodshed. Pulling out of her in a web of jizz he tossed her over onto her belly while she was winded. Realigning his cock up to her anal cavity he reached into her cunt for his own leftover lube soaking her before a deadly insertion. She cursed at his ferocious entry by digging her claws into the grass. Seeing his right-hand plant itself next to her left ear, she felt his body weight loosen. Legs propped to her sides Gavin Lee Reese performed his own military pushups, while fucking her up the ass. Pride in his stance he managed ten perfect thrusts without losing balance.

“Might be hope for you yet.” She strained, enjoying his attempt at the Olympics.

“I put the fit in the fitness trainer.” He bragged! “Fuck your ass is tight.”

“You can bounce a quarter off it.”

“Ready for some more energy drink?”

“Hit me.”

Gnarly began growling another round. Each time louder than the next. Within seven more thrusts he detonated a flood of secondary semen into her ass. She howled at the top of her lungs feeling every devastating drop. Exhausted he inevitably collapsed over her, sweat beading their flesh into a vibrant gloss. If he could witness it from his angle, he would see cum oozing from both of her holes. Laying on her back he felt her right palm reaching up to caress his cheek. Both of them trembled heavily. Kissing her palm, he sighed a gust of warm breath over her neckline.

“Reggie?”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna try sit-ups?”

Laughing together, they snuggled up under the rays of the sun for the next twenty minutes before deciding it time to head home. Finding his tennis shoes was a bitch in the bushes. Mad respect toward each other rewarded it was a back to chasing one another. Traffic was just as amused as it was earlier.

Dragging themselves into their brownstone apartment complex without letting on what they had done, Gnarly parted ways with Regina when he noticed his landlady Naomi Carpenter coming out of her apartment. Regina hitting the showers did get not only the scent of sex off of her but the smell of fish. Not a good combination. Gnarly wasn’t much better, but he held off in favor of talking to his gorgeous landlady.

Naomi Carpenter was decked out in white shorts and a red spaghetti top. Her hair perfect as Kate Beckinsale’s twin. Reading Julia’s note in her right hand, coffee mug in her left she certainly looked the part of owner.

“Morning.” Gnarly wiped his brow of sweat, readjusting his sunglasses atop frazzled wet hair.

“What on earth happened to you?”

“Went for a run with Regina. Been a while.” He patted his firm abs, huffing as if catching his breath. Waving her note at his pungent odor she narrowed her eyes, confirming he too needed another shower.

“Have fun at dinner last night?”

“Never stops! That lawyer Ginger offered me a job being the roadie for Milkbone. Only pays when the girls have gigs though. If I’m lucky, might rake in $1,200 or more a month. They say a gig a week, but even I know that won’t be a guarantee. Been there done that.”

“Better than what you have now. Between jobs you can keep afloat.”

“Barely! Like I said the record store job is basically gas money.” A nod at the staircase he brought up a new topic. “I did finish sanding those cabinets in the vacant apartment. You want me to do the same to the other empty?”

“Step at a time. I truly appreciate you, Gavin Reese.”

“Makes two of us, Easy. You’ve been a big help on my mind.”

“Thinking of me?” She winked and hid her smile with her coffee mug.

“Always.”

“I see you’ve met Julia.” She lifted the note.

“Heather too. Vicki got tagged by a hit and run yesterday. She’s bruised up. I went down and asked Heather to patch her up and make sure nothing was broken. Her bicycle had to be scrapped. I bought her a new bike on my way home last night.”

“Oh, no! I’ll run up and check on her.” She hesitated a moment with a puzzled look. “With what money?”

“Small advance on this weekend’s gig. Got me a few groceries with what was left after Vic’s bike.”

“That was really sweet of you, Gavin.”

“She has to make a living too. I have all of your backs, Easy.”

“It shows. I’ll stop by a hardware store after I run to the post office. Thank you for offering to fix Julia’s plumbing.” She eyed the dancer’s apartment. “Was she dressed this time?”

“In the habit of running around nude?” He played coy.

“On occasion. Is it wrong of me to allow it?”

“Your call. Only guy living here is me. Unless you count that Blake guy.” He grimaced! “Speaking of ... you might want to stop in and check on Izzy. I ran into Blake last night. He got in my face, warning me to stay away from her.”

“Not good. Tell me you didn’t punch him.”

“Wanted to. I might have if Blue hadn’t come home.” Squinting painfully, he scratched his ear. “Make your rounds. I won’t go into details, but Blue came home roughed up too. Blake took off when he saw her come in.”

“Good lord! Who did that to Crystal?”

“That’s between you and her, if she wants to come clean. I’m going up to grab a shower. My door will be open when you get back with that toilet seal. Oh, just a thought ... Julia’s sister is staying over. If she and her girlfriend can meet your standards, you might coax them into renting your best vacancy once I help you polish it up.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“See you when you get back.” He left her side, patting her butt lightly before moving to the staircase. Naomi giggled at his effort.

“Oh! We need to call the utility companies at some point here, and get things moved into your name.” He nodded from the first step of the stairs, left hand on the banister.

“Unless I land a real job, I might be living by candlelight and taking bathes at that pond in the park.”

“Things will work out Gavin. Keep looking.”

“Yep. Later, Easy.”

On his way upstairs, he ran into third floor neighbor Bethany Quinn wearing her waitress uniform. Eyes met, joined by sly grins. It was then that Beth looked him over. Grass stains on his knees, and elbows.

“You look awful. Attacked by wild animal?” Beth had to admit. “It certainly wasn’t me or my sister.”

“Something like that.” He chuckled! “I went for a run and had a nature hike along the way. Go make the big bucks.” He patted ever her on the ass. She in turn lifted her already short skirt up to prove she was still wearing the borrowed butt plug. Wincing at it he realized that he needed to buy a new one for Isabella. Even if he never saw her again, he would honor her possessions. “Good girl. Three days.”

“Sir, yes Sir. Bye, Gavin.” She winked with a vivid salute. “Sorry! Old habits. Our dad is a colonel in the Army. Mom is a sergeant. We escaped being Army brats.” She looked at her thin watch on her wrist. “Gotta go, Tipster. Bye.”

Watching her head down the stairs it dawned on him, that with his luck that impromptu command might get Beth raped. All he needed was to see one more girl bruised up to top his week off. Hopefully not. With Beth glowing in his presence, changing his tune now might crush her. Fingers crossed; he reached his apartment door.

Eying his doorknob he found the cut-up Pantera t-shirt Isabella Alcadore had swiped dangling from it. She was finalizing her commitment to Blake in staying away from Gnarly. Removing it, he hesitantly lifted it to his nose. Her scent was all over it. Closing his eyes, as rugged as he was he felt like crying. Even tough guys have their moments.

Hearing Isabella whimper behind her door, he knew she was watching him through the peep hole. Her shadow beneath it a telltale sign. Lifting the shirt up for her to see he mentally thanked her. Not that he could ever wear it again. Never washing it, sounded like a plan to keep her close. In he went. Isabella bawled alone.