Bad Boys Rule

by Naughty Aphrodite

  "Oh gosh, yeah. I am just thinking about this trip today. This is so exciting -- a city girl like me is finally going to experience the true nature of the mountains. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to go somewhere like the mountains but you know... my mother -- Ms. Prim and Proper. I love her dearly but she won't even so much as put her little feet on the beach. Who doesn't like the beach?" Laughing at the idea, Mia knew she was wrong for poking fun at her mother but, after all, the woman had put her behind in more ways than one.

  "Ah, that's ok. It's the reason why you have me. Your hunky mountain boy. I will protect you and keep you out of harm’s way. No one will touch you not even a big old grizzly bear." Flexing the muscles in his arms, those sinewy clefts of flesh, was a turn on to Mia. Every time he did that, she just craved to feel the hardness of his manhood deep within her.

  Mia couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in Darryl's boxers, the peak of his little man resurrecting its firm head through the silky purple material. She knew there was a reason she liked those shorts on him. The material was so smooth and perfectly outlined his rock hard dick that would pleasure her for hours.

  "I think my little princess looks like she needs a little tune up before our big adventure." Smiling, his eyes wild with lust, sweat glazing his face and chest, he lowered his boxers showing his true girth and lean torso. His hardness like a hiding serpent amidst a thicket of brown shrubbery leaped about looking for its prey.

  "Ah, you are so naughty, Darryl Crawford. You know me all too well." She rubbed her sweaty breasts wanting his long tongue deep within the clefts of her flesh.

  "You got that right. Going to the mountains and being in my hometown brings out the conqueror in me. And you, my lady, will be my first conquest." Darryl got closer to her and put his lips on hers, his growing dick leaning against her legs. Mia could feel the sweet floods of her first orgasm well up within her, the way a volcano does before its first eruption after years of dormancy.

  He pushed her against the window. Mia, always a bit more reserved than her husband, worried that some of the neighbors would notice. She motioned to Darryl that the way window was open and that sunrise was in full swing as its glorious yellow presence soared high above in the center of the teal sky. Luckily, there was no one below on the narrow street where the apartment complex had resided but still there was always a first.

  She could just hear her mother's whining voice now calling her from that fancy retirement home in New Hope yelling she heard that her child was having sex in broad daylight. Oh, the terrible things people were saying and implying and that how it was ruining the Gambroni name. Crying and screeching at the same time, her mother's piercing wails broke through the pure ecstasy she was about to experience. As if he could read her perplexed thoughts and its impending effect on this intimate moment, Darryl leaped behind her and closed the curtains.

  His ass was so perfect and so tight. Glancing at the mirror in front of the chestnut bureau, a wedding gift from her mother, she couldn't wait to watch those tight buttock muscles move in and out as he made love to her wet pussy.

  "Now back to business my sweet." Tickling the edge of her pussy lips with his moist probing fingers it was as though he knew her body better than she did as he rubbed them along the surface.

  "Oh fuck, Darryl. You know how to get me every time. Fuck, I want you so bad. My pussy is so wet. Fuck me, baby, fuck me please." Panting begging for his body to connect with hers in the most intimate way that only a man and woman madly in love could do, Mia couldn't believe that she was this lucky to have such a lover.

  "In due time princess. For now, let's enjoy the pregame as I like to call it." Rolling his tongue along the inside of her mouth his sweet kisses sending shivering chills down her spine as a series of earthquake spasms ravaged her body. Clenching onto his firm chest, his curly pale blonde hairs almost stood at attention at the pure ecstasy they were experiencing.

  Just as she moaned in one climatic yelp after another, Darryl placed his fingers on her lips. Grabbing her he laid her quivering body onto their freshly made satin sheet bed. Sprawling Mia's legs open his probing tongue finding a delicacy of moistness below her taut muscles sending another wave of earth shattering orgasms through her in a series of muscle tight spasms as if she had no control over any of the functions of her body. Staring at her, his blue eyes shimmered with excitement as he dined on her womanhood lapping up every bit of juice her pussy expelled.

  Hot sweaty flashes swept through her in intense heat waves begging for her flesh to be cooled off. Clenching into the sheets of their bed, her elongated daggering nails tearing holes in them Mia didn't think it was even possible to endure such orgasms. She lost count of how many she had experienced so far this morning. It was as if this trip had brought out the hidden sexual desires each of them had hidden for years. True, their sex life was always terrific downright hot and went beyond a lot of boundaries but this experience here was entirely different. It was as if they were becoming different people.

  "Yeah, that is what I am talking about, princess. How about sucking some of this dick for me. I would love to feel those soft lips on my hard cock. Fuck, you got me so horny Mia." Kissing her, he guided her hand down to his enlarged prick, now at full size, its girth and length Mia soaked with excitement wanting every inch of him deep within her.

  "Sure baby." Mia moaned sucking on his hard dick. She could taste the salty juice of his precum shooting into her moist mouth as he moaned.

  "Let's 69. We have never tried that before. Have you ever done it?" Darryl asked, his surfer boy blonde hair matted down by the wetness of his sweat.

  "No, but I have always wanted to try it. It sounds hot." Mia said.

  "Fuck yeah, it is. I knew there was a reason I married you. You are never afraid to try something new and freaky. I love you, Mia Angelica Crawford." Kissing her on her lips his feverish touch engulfed her flesh with another wave of muscle spasm jolts.

  Leaning alongside his strong legs, grabbing his erect dick and sucking deep on its hardness she savored every lick of his tickling lips and fingers inching deeper into her womanhood than ever before the sensation that she was about to have -- the mother of all orgasms -- spiraled through her. Every muscle, bone, and inch of her body clenched in a pleasure tight grip as her body prepared to flood Darryl's mouth with more of her juices. The others were just mini bouts of pleasure parading through her with the steadfast pace of a horse race but this here was engulfing every bit of her body and soul claiming all of her as its muscle wrenching pleasure consumed her. Darryl’s hard cock responded to her moist mouth teasing the tip of her tongue with tiny drops of his gooey man juice. Moaning and begging for her not to stop, his heavy balls slapped against her chin anticipating the grand finale.

  Every delicate touch and stroke gave Mia something that she never experienced before. Out in the distance of the room, she saw the black framed picture of her and Darryl from their first date. Both coming from good homes with strong beliefs in working hard and achieving one's dreams, they each brought something new to the relationship each day that neither one experienced before. Whether it was with Mia's recognition as teacher of the year last year or Darryl's new successes at the car dealership, they shared everything and brought freshness into their relationship. It was probably one of the reasons they had been together so long. There were no barriers whether it was sexual, communication or any other part of the relationship.

  "Now, my princess, I want to make love to you. You ready?" Pushing her back onto the body hovering over her, he swiftly inserted his hard dick in her soaked pussy.

  "Ahhhhhhh. Fuccckkkkkk!!!!" Mia moaned as the last of her orgasms splashed Darryl's hard dick.

  "Oh, fuck yes!! Fuck!! Fuckkkkk!!!" Darryl's eyes rolled back into his head just as he came right into Mia's quivering pussy.

  Darryl collapsed onto Mia, gently kissing her sweaty lips and breasts as the last of his seed trickled into her. It was as if he was an endless faucet who
could provide endless hours of pleasure. Kissing her, his fervent flesh soaked hers, bonding them closer together as they relished in the aftershock of their passionate lovemaking.

  Mia hoped their love would be one that would go on forever. Darryl was everything she expected in a man and so much more despite her mother's constant whining’s that she finds someone more on her level. He was closer to her level than any she had dated.

  "I love you, Darryl Crawford. I hope we are together forever and more." Mia said.

  "We shall be, my sweet princess. Don't you worry about it." Caressing her long brunette hair in his fingers, his gorgeous blue eyes looked at her as if she were some idol that needs to be worshiped by all men.

  Life was good Mia thought to herself. Laying down rubbing Darryl's head against her breasts, his dick still in her overworked pussy, she couldn't wait till the next rendezvous. Soon, they would be on their way to a fantastic new adventure and fun that they would never experience before. She just knew it.

  Chapter 2

  Only hours after their steamy morning of sex and pleasure they were on the road to Pocono Mountains territory. The fresh smell of pine trees brought back memories of Darryl's childhood in one nostalgic moment as he recalled those long trips to the hills with his late father Hank Crawford, a respected member of the community with his own hunting store.

  Darryl could see his father's long red fleece jacket from a distance as he climbed through this rough terrain so many times with him in his youth. His gaunt cheeks what many believe was just an active metabolism eventually turned out to be a massive tumor that claimed the life of the forty-six-year-old in the prime of his years, leaving his mother a widow at age forty-three and his children fatherless. Just looking into those winding paths as he drove along the narrow road which, oddly enough, was void of any traffic, brought a steady stream to his eyes. Damn, how could he do this in front of the love of his life and show any type of weakness? He was a man, not some damn school kid. Fuck, how embarrassing.

  "Honey, you ok?" Not missing a beat Mia asked inquisitively.

  "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bad case of allergies. I forgot how these pine trees affect my good old nose. They used to be much worse when I was a kid. I remember PA had to keep a steady supply of the latest allergy medicines, compliments of Mr. Hardy's Pharmacy." Pointing to his nose which indeed felt like it was getting a bit itchy, he knew he could pull such a small lie off. After all, it wasn't far from the truth anyways.

  "Oh ok, just checking, baby. You know how I worry." Mia replied in that soothing melodic tone that she probably used millions of times in her first-grade classroom substituting the baby word for sugar muffin, her favorite name for her little people.

  Mia sat back, her cheekbones a light pale complexion. Normally, Darryl wouldn't be alarmed for Mia -- she always had a pallid look ever since they dated -- however, this time, she looked so much more frail or susceptible. Forgetting that she was just a plain old city girl that probably didn't even know how to hike up a hill or do anything outside a pair of heels or sneakers, he wondered if she would be able to survive these parts.

  "Fuck!!" Out of nowhere came one of those bulky trailers, the driver had a grimaced look on his lobster red face as if he had spent a whole night out drinking.

  Barreling right in front of Darryl, not even being courteous enough to put on a signal or honk or anything, the irresponsible bastard had one of those soggy cigars hanging out of the corner of his crooked mouth. He couldn't help but notice the man's deep brown eyes were rolling around in his head like they were a pair of slots on a one-armed bandit. His shaking hands clutched the wheel as if he were going through some sort of metamorphous. Clearly, the man appeared to be out of sorts or having some attack.

  "I don't think he knows what he is doing honey." Mia's alarmed face was clear in her gaping stare as she had never seen such a thing before.

  "I know. I am going to see if I can honk or something if he'll pull over." Darryl had to do something and fast.

  As if the man behind that swaying truck could answer his own question for him, he swiftly made a quick swerve off the road. The vehicle's jet black heavy wheels luckily got stopped in a patch of mud down below as it seemed stuck in limbo. Inches before one of those domineering pine trees the driver was hunched over the wheel in an unconscious state.

  "Call 911 and tell them we have a man having an attack! He's driving a tractor trailer and we're at Pine Hills Drive right before the overpass. Tell them to hurry not sure what is going on!" Darryl hated yelling at his one and only true love but this was a matter of true life and death.

  "Ok, got it!" Mia responded as she ran back to the car.

  Running through the steep incline frantically hoping this man was not gone, Darryl recalled that same day when he was a senior in high school. His father on the last breaths of his life laid on the family's couch, his glazed eyes staring at the ceiling of their log cabin home that had been handed down from generation to generation to the eldest Crawford child. All anyone could do was sit there and wait. His mother, reciting her rosary in that hypnotic trance she did when in deep meditation, sat by her husband of twenty years' side. Unable to do a damn thing he had to watch his own father wither away to death. It would be different this time -- he would make a difference and he would save one person from death's door.

  Gasping for breath, forgetting again how steep these hills were, especially when being away from them for so long, Darryl heard himself calling the driver in a panted gasp. Finally, what seemed an eternity had brought him to the driver's side. Judging from the man's bulky chest he was still breathing in a slow shallow movement. There was still time, Darryl thought frantically to himself, panting from the vigorous workout.

  "Sir, are you ok? Sir, can you hear me?" Darryl shook the drivers' hanging arm, a gold watch clinging to his large wrist. With each tick tock, Darryl couldn't help but picture his own father's last living moments.

  Looking back, he saw Mia was standing at the top of the hill, her denim shorts pulled up to the top of her lanky legs reminding him of some young high school girl about to go on a field trip. Her long sleek tawny hair pulled up in a ponytail, her riveting sable eyes gazing at her partner of five years in that perplexed look she often used when something was amiss. He couldn't help but wonder even in these dire circumstances how many times his sweet passionate lover used those same glaring looks on her innocent six-year olds when they were caught doing something mischievous.

  "I called the police, Darryl. They said they should be here in about 10 minutes. Is he ok? You need me to do something?" Mia yelled.

  "No. Stay where you are. This hill is a bit rough. I will be ok." Darryl responded not wanting to risk two people's lives.

  The unidentified driver's eyes glazed over as he stared unconsciously into the sky above. Those rhythmic movements of his chest slowed down to a steady but barely noticeable heaving. The gurgling sound, that someone makes moments before death claims its victim, resonated from the man's throat. His lips, now a deep plum purple, gaped open revealing his yellow-tinged teeth. His eyes rolling back into the backs of his head clutching onto the steering wheel, the man, who probably had a family with children and grandchildren, gave up on whatever was ailing him. A short thirty seconds and the stranger opened his lips wider as a thick brown gooey substance trickled out. No more movement in his chest, the inevitable had become quite apparent.

  Once again Darryl felt helpless and hopeless. It was his father's death being relived all over again. How could life be so fucking unfair? He wanted to do something, anything to bring this man back to a life of good health. As fate would have it, he was left looking at a corpse of someone he barely knew. It shouldn't have bothered him, but there was that steep stabbing pinch between his breast plates as he stood there, his legs feeling like rubber as if he were glued to the ground, forced to watch this revolting horror once again.

  Blaring across the desolate winding highway their flashing scarlet l
ights beaming against a clear summer sky a parade of red and blue Ambulance and Police cars stampeded down the thoroughfare. One thing Darryl recalled all too well, that whenever there was any sort of emergency in Pocono Mountains, due to the smallness of the township and the close-knit relationship everyone had, the town's finest responded in such an efficient way it was one that he often thought should be shared with larger cities such as Philadelphia.

  Mia's face, an image of emotions, today transformed into pure shock as she opened her mouth, just lost for words at the swiftness of the emergency response teams quick action. Putting up her hands waving the vehicles over to her so they could see the current situation and address the issue. Though it was obvious the man had a seizure or stroke or something dreadful occur, these small towns had officers that lambasted you for hours trying to pinpoint things on you even when it was obvious you had nothing to do with the entire situation. Hopefully, one of them would recognize him as a former local and cut loose the usual interrogation.

  Hopping out of a white and blue Jeep, a man nearly as tall as some of the highest paying NBA players appeared. He had chiseled ivory white cheeks, piercing lagoon blue eyes, and a crop of fine auburn hair, almost looking like it was transparent upon his egg-shaped head. Grabbing his bluish black hat off the seat, Darryl's worst nightmares came true when he saw that lanky man's hobbling walk. It couldn't be, he thought, the person he was looking at. Last memories of this man were from a nursing home where the guy lay unable to walk or talk.