Donald Palermo: A piece of niece

As they walked to the kitchen, Estelle saw that Judith was wearing a dress and nothing else. She was trembling violently, but it wasn't cold, the woman knew, it was tenor.

"What's this about Pete calling you? You mean he called you on the phone?"

"No. Not like that. I was asleep and he called me. It was real. I saw him and I heard him. He was… he was diving off a high cliff into the sea, only it wasn't the sea, it was just big rocks. The sea was farther out. He couldn't make it to the water. Just the rocks."

"Baby, you're all mixed up. You had a bad dream and you have to snap out of it."

"It wasn't a dream, Estelle. Give me a drink."

Estelle took a bottle of brandy from the shelf and found a glass. She poured about three ounces into it, and the girl grabbed it from her. Holding the glass in two hands, Judith raised it to her lips and took a big belt, gagged a little, then drank another ounce.

"Shall we talk now, Judith?" Estelle asked. "Can you tell me just what you saw and heard in this nightmare?"

"The first time he called me, I thought it was a dream and I felt nice, then he called again and I heard terror in his voice. I was wide awake then. He was naked and in the air. At first I thought he was flying, then I saw that he was diving. There was a cliff behind him and all the rocks below. My God, I can still see it. It was terrible. What he was doing was saying good-bye. I understand that now. I thought he was asking me to help, but he was saying good-bye."

Estelle tried to convince Judith that it had been only a dream, but she saw something in the girl's eyes that sent shivers up her spine. It was as though Judith were far away and was looking at something terrible, something so tragic, so real, that her tears were frozen, unable to flow. Later, Estelle told herself, the team would flow and she would do what she could to console the beautiful young woman. Until then there was nothing she could do but pour her more brandy, so she did and Judith took it, eagerly, her hands trembling.

"Conchita mia," Pete told the lushly beautiful woman who sat naked beside him on the hill, high above the blue Pacific Ocean, "you're beautiful and I desire you and you have to be crazy."

His Spanish was as fluent as his English, and the way he said the words made the young woman laugh a deep, hearty laugh which rang out clearly in the bright night.

"I am not crazy, Americano," she told him. "You see, I can have any man I want in my bed. I know you like me. You want to fuck me. Good. I want that, too, but I want it to be under the stars, here above the mighty ocean. I want to have a great orgasm and when it happens, I want also to hear the ocean having its orgasm cm the rocks way down there. Now I ask you, is that so crazy?"

"If it is, Conchita, then I guess I am crazy, too. I will make sure you have many orgasms, as many as the ocean and as powerful, too. What you need, I need, too," he told her as he cupped one firm tit in a gentle hand while the other hand moved over the bushy triangle of black cunt hair which shone in the light of the moan and stars an the deserted hill.

He didn't tell her why his need was so strong, didn't tell her that he could feel the tips of the icy fingers of death reaching for him. He was nearing the end of his big assignment. Actually, it should have been finished. The bomb should have been placed, the railway bridge should have been destroyed, leaving the port city without access to the interior.

It would have been finished, too, but somebody had been stupid. A trusted local agent had drunk too much. Because of that, what should have been a simple job had been botched, and it was necessary for Pete to handle it himself. It was not the way he liked to handle it, but he had no choice but to use the alternate plan. There was too much risk, but he had no choice. Risk was a way of life, and he had to take it.

As long as the drunken fool hadn't talked, there was every chance that Pete could pull off the job and be long gone from the scene before the dust settled. If only the man hadn't talked. He wished he could have been sure, but he couldn't.

Conchita was a diversion. The private secretary of a government official, he had cultivated the friendship with her as a screen. Being seen often enough in her circle of friends would draw attention away from other activities he had to look after. If along the way he did get into her panties, that would be a nice little bonus.

The bombing itself was already set up, it would be the work of minutes, but he had to wait more than twenty hours to do it. Conchita would help pass that time.

They had been at a beach party and she had been warm, nicely warm and getting warmer. Her lover, the government official, was out of town and it seemed like the time for a serious try at getting her out of her panties.

She had been in a teasing mood, alternately promising and then drawing back. It was a game Pete had played many times and he didn't mind it. He was confident that it was going to be a winning game for him, that she would get too horny to keep playing the game and that her long legs were going to open wide for him that night.

They had been swimming and had paused to rest in warm, shallow water behind big rocks, screened from the others on the beach. The kiss had been good and she had loved it as he removed her bikini top and sucked her firm tits. Later, she had sighed warmly when he stroked the crotch of her wet suit and felt the soft heat of her cunt.

It seemed to be the right time, so he had pushed his trunks down and she gasped at the sight of his ten-inch cock. What he saw in her eyes confirmed that he would have it buried up her cunt before the night was over. Her right hand closed around his rod, and she sighed again as she told Pete that she had to have his prick, that she was finished teasing him and that they would go to a special place to make love the way she wanted it.

They returned to the group on the beach, had another round of drinks and Pete watched as Conchita moved close to a woman friend and whispered to her. He knew she was setting up her alibi for taking off and being away for the rest of the night. He saw the other woman smile in his direction. Like Conchita, she was a beauty, and he wondered if she was thinking about entertaining his cock in her cunt after her friend Conchita had gotten her fucking. If so, he wouldn't mind looking after her needs.

And then they were on their way. They used her car and he allowed her to drive, even though the way she did it gave him a warning that they could both be killed without his getting into her cunt.

And then they were on top of the hill, seven hundred feet above the rocky shore. The Pacific was blue-black and the stars were magic, silver blue. There was silver in her laugh, too, and it tinkled like little bells as she told of how she wanted him to fuck her under the stars.

The top of her bathing suit had already been tossed aside and she sighed as he fondled and sucked her lovely tits. They weren't as big or as beautiful as Judith's, he thought, and he trembled at the thought that it would be just a few more days before he would have Judith in his arms once more.

But they were nice tits and her nipples responded well to the sucking and licking he gave them as she panted in heat, horny for him as he was horny for her.

When she asked him to, he took his trunks off and gave her his cock to play with. She accepted it like a child accepting a beautiful new toy. Conchita had seen and felt her fair share of cocks on her way to the top, but she had never seen one tat long and she wondered how it was going to feel in her belly when he fucked her.

A little pang of sadness swept over her at the thought of how it had to end, but she shrugged it off. It was the way of the world, of life. What must be must be.