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Johnny PulaskiChapter 24 free porn video
The Monday following my weekend with the twins and Cindi started a stretch of halcyon days for me. A life sweeter than the one I was living was beyond my comprehension. Guys, I'll tell you another benefit of hanging out with smart women; they are low maintenance and you don't have to spend all your time entertaining them. Now for some guys having a woman up your butt all the time is a good thing. If that's your bag, good for you. But me, I like a minute or two on my own every once and a while. So our relationship was pretty near perfect, we loved every minute we spent together, but we didn't have to spend every minute together. Hence I had time to study, lift weights, play ball and hang out with my father and grandfather.
The girls had interests of their own as well; for instance, Cindi was heavily involved in the National Honor Society and she did her thing down at her parents' funeral home a few days a week. Both of those activities, hanging around all those brainiacs (especially the math guys, they intimidate the hell out of me) and painting smiley faces on dead people, held about the same charm for me as jacking off a wildcat in a telephone booth.
All three girls were also excellent musicians. I think that being good at music, you know, sight-reading music, learning different instruments and such, is a true sign of intelligence. Not being able to do those things doesn't necessarily make you dumb; at least that was my defense since the only thing I could play was the radio.
On Wednesday evening I had an opportunity to see the twins pursuing one of their other interests when I was invited to watch them compete in a doubles tennis tournament at the country club. The twins' final match was scheduled for five-thirty; I picked up Cindi and had us sitting beside Mr. and Mrs. Cavanaugh, Shelia, and Alan Jerdan by five-twenty.
I thought my Sweeties looked fantastic in their matching white tennis togs and flame red ponytails. Those short flouncy little skirts were designed with Elaine and Ellen in mind. The twins were about five foot eight and weighed one-fifteen or so; they were slender but not angular. According to Ellen, their doctor said bone measurement tests indicated that they'd top out at about five ten. They were going to be the tallest Buckley women of all time. The bone growth tests were deemed necessary because they were diagnosed with precocious puberty when they hit five feet tall before they were eight years old. You know what else? They had big old feet, and it tickled the hell out of them when I teased them about the size of those gunboats. Bozo the clown wore smaller shoes than they.
It was weird sitting there politely clapping instead of hooting and hollering, but country club tennis had its own protocol. It turned out that the twins didn't need a lot of support from my big dumb Polack ass anyway, because they dominated their opponents. It was actually a little scary watching them in action. They were so perfectly in tune with each other it was almost impossible for their opponents to find an open area of the court at which to aim. And, Jesus, they were competitive; they went after every shot with a vengeance, even when they were winning handily. I looked at Mr. Cavanaugh when Elaine scrapped her elbow pretty good diving to return a base line bullet. He just looked at me and shrugged.
"Don't challenge them to something that means a lot to you, Johnny, cause they hate to lose."
"No shit Sherlock!" I thought as I nodded my understanding.
And my honey Elaine? She jumped up, spit on her elbow and rubbed the blood off on her pristine white top. That had to have done more to demoralize her opponents than her successfully returning the shot would have. Damn, she was a scrappy woman! I actually got a hard on watching her do that.
We all walked around the edge of the courtside netting to congratulate the twins. I gave both girls a hug and smooch and so did Cindi. I checked out the scrape on Elaine's elbow, it was fairly well skinned up; I kissed it and told her she'd live. She pulled my head down and whispered in my ear, "I have another boo-boo for you to kiss." I turned pink at her boldness in front of her parents, but no one seemed to notice. I took Cindi home right after we congratulated the twins, it was a school night and we still had homework to face. Cindi was all over me when I parked in her driveway. She extracted a promise from me that we'd get together the next evening after my baseball game. Tomorrow's game started at four because we were playing a Daytona team and it was only a twenty-minute trip for them.
When I returned home, my grandfather was there talking with my dad. Papa filled me in as well. Seems like Jethro had enjoyed the snacks he'd received and so Papa was going to let him be in the commercial. A crew from Orlando was scheduled to start filming the thing next week. They were going to use the park as the location; Jethro and Emma were going to interact as they usually did and the product, Liver Biscotti, was going to be featured prominently in their play. Later the raw footage would be edited and dubbed into a final product. Papa said the production company was even bringing an animal trainer. I had to chuckle when Papa said he doubted if there was much a trainer could teach Jethro the Polish Wonder Dog.
Thursday, we won our baseball game and clinched second place in our division. We made the playoffs with a record that made us fourth seed in the eight-team field. Not a bad place to be, considering it was Palmdale's first baseball tournament appearance in ten years. After the game, Cindi took the twins home and then came to my house. Papa was there having a brewski with Dad. Papa liked Cindi a whole lot, he said she reminded him of the girls he knew and loved in Indochina way back when. Cindi knew enough about her heritage to know she was from the Central highlands of Vietnam; she had been born in a city named Pleiku.
Papa had been stationed around her place of birth while he was a Legionnaire so Cindi listen raptly as he recounted his adventures there. Papa called Cindi 'co dep lam', which supposedly meant pretty girl in Vietnamese. Papa said he could ask for a beer or a pretty girl in over forty languages. Of course, Papa was a stercoration artist, so could be he was yanking Cindi's chain. (Papa once told me he met a girl in Algeria that was so sexy he would have crawled across a four-lane highway at rush hour, just to sniff the tires of the laundry truck carrying her dirty underwear to the cleaners.)
Cindi and I settled in to do our homework at the dining room table. Dad and Papa decided that we were boring and headed off to the Moose Lodge to swap lies with their buds. At seven-thirty, Cindi closed her history book with a thud then flipped the Cliff Notes I was reading out of my hand. She slid out of her chair into my lap, locked her lips to mine and sent her tongue down my throat. I swear, there are aardvarks with shorter tongues than Cindi Frazier. When she had swabbed my tonsils thoroughly she broke the kiss and leaned back.
"Take me upstairs, Big Daddy," she said, "cause your woman needs some lovin'."
It's always the shy, quiet ones that turn into the worst horndogs, isn't it?
I picked her up and hustled up to my bedroom; she held on tight to my neck as I almost sprinted up the stairs. I tossed her onto my bed and started ripping off my clothes. As fast as I was going she was still naked on the bed first. I flung my boxer-briefs onto my computer monitor and pounced on her. She squealed when I flipped her over onto her stomach. I reached into my nightstand and grabbed a Trojan and my handy-dandy tube of Astro-Glide as I sat lightly on her back.
"Now you've done it you little minx. You've got me all horny and I'm fixing to go caveman on you, ' I growled.
She didn't look the slightest bit frightened as she gazed hotly at me over her shoulder.
"You don't need that lube, Big Daddy, if I was any wetter you'd slide off the bed."
I ignored her and slipped on the condom then squeezed a big glob of lube on to it.
"Up on you knees, Little One, and who said the lube was for your pussy?"
"Oh," was all she said as she scrambled up onto her hands and knees. I sure loved that view of her spheropygian caboose.
She was as wet as she claimed; yet even with the lube it was tough sledding getting into her. She became more vocal as we pushed and pulled. When I finally sank in the last inch she keened a high note that Jethro probably heard two miles away then dropped her head and attached her teeth to my pillow. I started stroking her with short little jabs as I lubed up my middle finger. I no sooner placed the greasy digit against her rosebud than she started cumming. I was enjoying the hell out of myself and hardly had to move at all as she bucked her booty like that paint shaker down at the Home Depot.
Cindi could come more than singletons doing things this way, she was on her second before the noise from her first stopped echoing through the room. I held Kong still in her and uncorked her butt. She whined about that until I replace one finger with two. She took a raged breath and bumped back against me.
"You are so nasty, Big Daddy," she cooed as she started towards another climax.
For our grand finale I squeezed a little lube on Cindi's finger and let her go to town on her clit as I doubled up on her from the rear. As she started her final orgasm of the evening I even gave her a couple of swats on the butt cheek as I came too. I sure am glad we were using water-soluble lube because we made a big old mess. We were all back together and sitting at the dining room table when Dad came in at nine.
"Still doing homework?" he asked.
Cindi gave him a sweet innocent smile.
"Yes, Mr. Pulaski, we've been hard at it since you left."
Friday we took the Florida Comprehensive Achievement Tests, the FCAT. For us juniors, it was our first crack at the test that had to be passed before we could graduate. The tests weren't that hard so I figured unless I really screwed up next year I had a good shot at graduating. We were dismissed for the weekend as soon as we finished the tests, so I was lounging around the Cavanaughs' pool by one in the afternoon. Elaine and Ellen were finishing up a music lesson so it was just Shelia and me sitting under a large umbrella.
"Johnny, I never have apologized to you for all that happened. Worse yet, I've never told you how much I appreciate all you did for me. You took care of me even when I was treating you badly." She looked out at the crystal clear water of the pool and sighed. "I often wonder what would have happened if you and I had continued to date."
"I've thought about that myself, Shelia. I guess I have accepted that we were just never meant to be. I mean everything seemed to conspire against us, didn't it. I think maybe fate just stepped in and pushed us toward where we really should be. I know I am seriously in love with your sisters and you seem to be crazy about Al."
Shelia smiled and ducked her head cutely when I mentioned Alan Jerdin. "He's such a wonderful man! Did you know he is going to go back to college with me?"
That was news to me. "What's he going to take?"
"He's leaning toward Chemistry and Pharmacology. You know my Alan," she laughed.
I did indeed. "Have you guys decided on a school?"
"Pretty much, the University of Hawaii has a good pre law program for me and big waves for Alan." She leaned towards me conspiratorially. "We've been talking about getting engaged even. Alan's just one more reason I'm thankful to you."
"Wow, congratulations!" was all I could think to say.
She nodded and beamed. "Thanks." Then she threw me a curve that embarrassed the hell out of me. "So, you unleashed the beasts, huh? Ellen told me all about your weekend at Nina's. We had been dreading them becoming sexually active since they were eleven and reached puberty. What you've accomplished with those two is nothing short of miraculous. Their behavior is so much better now; they haven't had a cross word for anyone in weeks. Mom and Dad think you walk on water."
I protested that I hadn't done anything; they had just grown up. Elaine spared me from any further embarrassment when she trotted out of the house and fell heavily into my lap. She was wearing a small bikini that barely hid the good stuff. She kissed me thoroughly and snuggled against me. Ellen came out shortly after and gave me the same treatment. Shelia told us she had things to do and split, so the twins and I hit the pool and splashed around for a while playing some serious grab ass. When things started heating up we retired to the twins playroom. And play we did. It was a tough job taking care of both of them but we managed as Ellen rode my face and Elaine rode Kong. I was finding out more of what my honeys enjoyed every time we were together. Ellen liked a lot of oral, Cindi liked me in her and Elaine, well Elaine loved it all.
Saturday, my grandfather, my dad and I went fishing. We had an early breakfast at Mama's Diner then we went out to Lake Asbury and fished off the boardwalk the state had built as part of the park. We had a cooler full of beer and soda, lunches Nana had made and a bucket of worms. But most important, we had each other's company. Papa brought Jethro along and the doofus found himself a shady spot where he snoozed peacefully as we drowned worms. We caught a few small crappies and one good-sized mud cat but that was about it. What we caught was immaterial anyway, what counted was us hanging out together. I loved it that Papa talked about his childhood in Poland. And Dad cracked me up describing some of his customers. Dad and Papa teased me about Cindi and the twins. Papa even offered to front me some Viagra if things got too tough for me. It was a sublimely perfect day.
The next day wasn't as good. The day started just fine as I sat with the twins during mass; it went sour when I returned from church and Rachael Scofield called me. You remember Rachael, right? You know, the "Ciao Johnny" woman. It was the friendly, bubbly Rachael calling. She wanted to get together for a week after school let out for us both. She said she had already reserved a room at this quaint little inn on the beach up in St. Augustine. Three months ago I would have done back flips at her invitation, but this wasn't three months ago. I politely thanked her for the invitation but told her I was going steady now and I wasn't seeing other women. I stuck to that even when she said, "No problem Johnny, there would be no strings attached and no one has to know but us."
The whole conversation with Rachael made me sad. Not sad because I regretted not getting to go with her, but sad that she knew me so little, she thought I would even consider sneaking off with her. She actually turned angry and nasty before we hung up. When I tallied up my relationship scorecard Rachael was going to be in the L column, along with Shelia Cavanaugh.
After school on Monday I hustled over to the Elk's Club Park to watch Jethro and Emma's acting debut. It was a good thing I went that day because the commercial was almost a wrap even though they hadn't started until noon. Papa told me that Jethro and Emma ignored the three cameras and played all afternoon. As a result the director had some impressive quality footage. Emma looked angelic as always. Jethro was as handsome as he was ever going to be, he was freshly bathed and had on his American Flag bandana. Papa said that what made the director the happiest was when Emma did her stick baton trick and Jethro danced. Only this time Emma said, "sing Jeffrow, sing" and Jethro turned his head up and gave a good old hound dog howl. That right there was going to sell some doggy treats.
When I got there Emma was holding a bag of Liver Biscotti. Jethro was sitting attentively in front of her. She'd take one treat out of the bag and put it on Jethro's nose. The trainer was trying to get Jethro to flip the little treat up in the air and catch it. Jethro wasn't buying any of that, instead, when Emma said, "get it" his Brobdingnagian tongue would slurp out, slice across his face like a windshield wiper, and 'presto' the snack would be gone. Papa turned to me when the trainer went for another bag of treats.
"That's how you can tell Jethro is truly intelligent, because he can improvise and accomplish the task more efficiently."
I looked at Papa to make sure he wasn't putting me on. When I saw how awed he was by Jethro's antics I just nodded my head.
The trainer next tried to get Jethro to catch one of the snacks when Emma tossed it. That didn't work so well either. Because when Emma tossed it, Jethro would pounce on it then take it back to Emma and gently spit it back into her hand. I thought that was kinda cool of the big goof, if the director could tie the product in with Jethro's obvious adoration for Emma, they were going to sell a lot of those treats.
I watched for another minute or two then wandered over to talk to Emma's mom, Kayla. Kayla smiled at me and kissed my cheek but she didn't look all that happy.
"What's up?" I asked.
She sighed and her shoulders slumped. "I was going to call you later and talk to you about it. But I guess I might as well tell you now. My ex and his parents are suing me for custody of Emma. They are claiming I'm an unfit mother. A deputy served me with court papers this morning."
Jesus, I was expecting something like she needed a new car battery or something; I was stunned.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"I don't know, Johnny. I have a few hundred dollars in the bank and we are getting a few hundred for this commercial, but I can't really afford a lawyer. I thought maybe legal aide would help me."
Lawyer? I just happened to know one, and I was willing to bet that he'd kick some ass over a custody case this unfair. The problem as I saw it was to get Kayla Thorpe to accept my help. She wasn't suspicious of my intentions as much now but she was still a proud, independent woman.
"Uh, Kay, I don't know if you are going to like me suggesting this but I think I can fix the lawyer thing for you. No strings attached of course."
I didn't know what her reaction to my suggestion would be, but none of the responses I considered included what happened next. The words were barely out of my mouth before Kayla jumped on me and almost cracked my ribs squeezing me.
"Johnny, if you could come up with one of your miracles now, I'd never, ever forget it."
Miracle
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