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Subject: Dolan's Diaries - TETMD Chapter 20, Micky Dolan - The World Turned Upside down - Brianna P2

The Evil That Men Do

TETMD is a unique, seldom-seen, multi-chapter, collaborative storytelling by Uncle Micky and Candice Sawyer.

Join us in a journey down the rabbit hole of debauchery, lust, murder, intrigue and, the marketplace for young girls.

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Myra departs for Ukraine, Micky and Brianna go school shopping and Micky finds himself hopelessly falling for Brianna. The feelings are mutual!

Story Codes: M/f, oral, int, solo

Updated: September, 2019

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The Evil That Men Do

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Micky Dolan - Chapter 20 - The World Turned Upside Down - Brianna P2

Discovering Brianna

On the night of Myra's announcement, Brianna slid into bed with me and we clung to each other. I found myself becoming a bit "stirred" by the feel of the young girl cuddled up next to me. I slowly lowered my hand and caressed her back, moving toward her ass. Brianna didn't move but, rather quietly said, "Nick, not yet, OK? I'm not ready … I just need you to hold me until I fall asleep." I didn't say a thing and moved my hand back up to her shoulder. I smiled to myself at the implied promise involved in her use of the word, "yet." I could wait for her; I knew it would be worth it.

We spent the night together and I slept well. When I woke, her arm was splayed across my chest, her head was nestled into my shoulder/upper arm and her leg was lying across my thighs. She had managed to steal the sheet and was more or less wrapped in it. I carefully slid out from under her and started to head to the bathroom when I heard her say, "Is it time to get up?"

I turned to her and replied, "Only if you want to get up. Did you sleep well?"

She luxuriously rolled to her back, looked up at me and said, "I don't know. You woke me up a few times … you have serious dreams. Anyway, when I did sleep it was real good! I think I've found my bed!"

I feigned outrage, "Your bed?!"

Brianna smiled demurely, and replied, "Oh yeah … my bed. If you want, I can share it with you."

I bent down and gave her a kiss. She responded with a full kiss. It wasn't a big sensuous kiss, but it was our first, and I liked it very much. I gazed at her in my bed, her hair spread across the pillow framing her beautiful face, and said, "I wouldn't want you sleeping anywhere else."

She let out one of those elongated, girlie "aaws," reached her arms up around my neck, half lifting herself up while pulling me down for a softer and longer kiss.

After taking full advantage of this kiss, I pulled away and said, "You better take it easy, honey, or you'll find yourself in bed for the rest of the day! We have a lot to do today." She giggled as I turned and headed to the bathroom. On my way I heard Myra out in the kitchen.

By the time I finished getting ready, and came out of the bathroom, Brianna had already left to her own room and shower. I joined Myra on the deck for coffee. She glanced at me and with a smile asked, "Michael how was your night?"

"Now, Myra, relax. She came to my room and we only slept together, nothing else."

"You didn't want more?"

"Of course! She's just not ready for that yet. I think we might just date for a while; with your blessings of course."

Looking into her cup, she said, "Of course … Michael, you don't need my blessings, or permission. You promise not to hurt her. Do you understand? Don't lead her on; don't pretend you'll give her something you can't. She'll decide what's best for her."

"Tell me, how much have you two spoken about me?"

"I have shared all of my feminine knowledge and wiles with her. I've told her almost everything about you except your real job description … and your real name. She likes you a lot and is impressed at how adult and caring you and I can be to each other."

"She knows about …?"

"Of course, Michael, You are an attractive man; her knowing that other women find you attractive, makes you more attractive to her!"

"Christ, Myra, if I live to be a thousand, I'll never … Wait! Did you only come on to me, for her?"

Myra set her coffee down, caressed my cheek with her hand and said, "Mykhailo, no … no, of course not. I would not use you in such a fashion. I needed you, and I felt you needed me. Since we first met I have been hoping we would end up in just such a situation. It was fate that, as a result, Brianna now sees you as a very more desirable man." Myra's hand returned to her cup.

"Myra, tell me, how much longer will you stay in this business?"

"Michael, not much longer; I'll either exit on my own terms … or with a bullet in my head. You know that the latter is much more likely than the former." She paused and then continued, "Two weeks ago I was waiting for a flight in Paris and a very distinguished man struck up a conversation with me. He wasn't trying to pick me up; he just wanted some polite conversation. We talked for an hour and for me it flew by much too quickly. He commented on how he was going to start a period of partial retirement and was looking forward to traveling that did not involve business. I empathized with him and expressed my tiredness of work. I have his card. I wonder … could I lead a normal life?"

"If we are successful with your plan, can you get out?"

"Yes, that is the whole idea. You can get out as well, if you like. You don't have to; as a matter of fact, if you stay in, you will have great power, greater wealth. You can decide what to do later. As for me? I have decided and have set my course."

Right then Brianna came out with her cereal bowl and juice glass in hand. She set them down, hugged Myra and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. They both said, "Ja tebe kochaju" and Brianna sat down to her breakfast.

I had to ask, "OK, what does that mean?"

Myra looked at me with a glint in her eyes; Brianna lifted her head from her breakfast and broke out in a smile. They conspiratorially glanced at each other, stood, and walked to either side of me. They cradled my head, ran their fingers through my hair and started softly kissing me while purring, "Ja tebe kochaju."

I enjoyed the attention for a moment and then shooed them away. They were giggling like school girls as they sat back down. I repeated, "What does that mean?"

Myra glanced at Brianna; Brianna looked at me, and with a delightful look on her face, said, "It means … 'I love you' in Ukrainian!" She smiled and returned to consuming her breakfast. I would not advise getting in her way when she's hungry! Regardless, I loved every moment of it!

Myra and Brianna were inseparable up to the time Myra was scheduled to leave. Jason was sending a plane to take her to Miami where she would catch a Ukrainian International Airways flight to Kiev. She needed to be on her way at noon. Brianna and I drove her to the nearby private air strip. The two of them had been saying goodbye all morning and the scene at the air strip was as intense as one could imagine. I ended up standing behind Brianna, with my hands on her shoulders, as Myra left for the dangerous world of the unknown.

Myra and I had said goodbye two nights previously and we were able to maintain our professional demeanor during the day. Earlier, I had even managed to arrange the kidnapping cover story for my procurement of Alanis.

I took Brianna to Morgan's for lunch. It wasn't meant to be a fun time; it was just a nice, familiar place for us to have lunch. PJ sat with us for a while and brightened our moods enough to turn our time there into an enjoyable experience. Apparently, over time, many different celebrities had eaten there. He had pictures and stories about each and every one. He had Brianna absolutely entranced and entertained. PJ can tell a funny story without having to advertise it as being funny. He delivers it perfectly and, even if you've heard it before, you laugh! I was very thankful we stopped in.

When we got back to the house, Brianna went to her room and closed the door behind her. I went to my office and rechecked all the arrangements for my "visit" at the Fernandez household. All was set. I then rechecked the property listings sent to me regarding the new school. I decided to see two of the properties the next day. Jason phoned me and reported that Myra was safely on her way to Kiev. We exchanged pleasantries and eventually discussed our thoughts on Myra's decision to shut us down. The conversation didn't last long; we both agreed to follow her recommendations to the letter. I suggested we keep the client network alive just in case we needed it in the future. Jason readily agreed. He was curious about Brianna and all I needed to say was "Maria," and he understood completely.

It was getting close to dinner time. The urge was too great; so, I snorted up some lines and downed two quick glasses of bourbon. God, I felt good! I knocked on Brianna's door and she told me to come in.

She was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. God damn! She was wearing those real short jean shorts girls love so much; displaying what were, in my opinion, perfect legs. On top she had a tight black t-shirt with some sort of Roma design on it. Her knees were bent up and I had to pause to collect my thoughts. "Brianna, it's getting close to dinner and, to tell you the truth, I'm not feeling at all hungry. How 'bout you?"

She rolled off the bed, walked over and put her arms around me. With her head on my chest she said, "I'm not hungry at all. Maybe we could just make up a simple salad or something? Just to say we had dinner?"

I pulled her tighter, kissed the top of her head, and said, "Sounds good to me. Actually, it sounds very good. We'll make it together."

We stood there in each other's arms a while longer. As if there was music, we started to slowly sway back and forth gently. She looked up at me and asked, "Nick, how dangerous is it? Is she going to be alright?"

"It's very dangerous and she'll be dealing with very dangerous people. There is no force on this earth that can stop her though. Not love, not anything. I think she'll come through this alright because no one I have ever met is smarter or tougher than her."

"Do you love her?"

"Tell me Brianna, do you love her?"

"Yes! Of course I do, she's more than a sister or a mom; I can't explain it!"

"Well, it's the same for me. I love her dearly but it's not like any other love I've ever heard about or felt."

Brianna sort of settled down in my arms, leaning back so we could talk face-to-face. Of course, at the same time our pelvises were firmly mashed into one another. She squirmed a little when she spoke and her movements were having the expected results. With a very sincere look on her face she asked, "Do you love me?"

I didn't hesitate. "Brianna, right now, at this very second, I can honestly say I love you and … I feel as if I'm also starting to fall in love with you."

She smiled and her eyes lit up for the first time since the morning. "Nick, I feel the exact same way! You are one of the most important people in my life and I think I might be falling in love with you too!"

This time our kiss took on a very passionate fervor. She was deliberately grinding into me and I returned the favor for her. My hand finally made it to her ass and she appreciated the attention it received.

I leaned to my left a bit, Brianna lifted her right leg, and my hand made its way between her legs to her crotch. My fingers were caressing her crotch and my thumb was actively massaging her ass. Through her kisses I could hear quiet "mmms" coming from her as her breathing became heavier. I lowered myself enough so my pant-encased erect dick was rubbing her crotch. Our position eventually became awkward so I shifted us back to a normal hug. I released my kiss and held her head with my hands. The thought struck me, 'It's still too soon, the time isn't right'.

"Brianna, let's get some dinner."

Brianna looked a bit disappointed, glanced down and said, "Sure, Nick, some dinner would be fine." Her arms dropped and her hands rested on my forearms.

I don't know why I did, I just knew I had to; I caught her eyes with mine and said, "Brianna, my actual name is Michael. Some people call me Micky, you can call me whatever you like."

"Your name's not Nick? What the hell is going on?"

"I took an alias to protect myself and my family. I can't put them in danger. Only two, now three, people know my real name. I need to be who I am with you; I can't be Nick. Do you understand?"

She asked, "Is that why you have no pictures in your office? I thought that was very peculiar."

I was amazed at her observation. "Exactly, this is a dangerous business …"

She reached for me and pulled me into her. She was now holding me. I could hear her start to cry. I held her tighter and there we stood for a while longer. She lifted her lips to my ear and said, "Mike, you want to get some dinner?"

She cracked me up! Our mood lightened, we went into the kitchen and began to build our salads. She wanted red, green and yellow peppers. I hate peppers. I laid French-style beans on mine; she crinkled her nose at the thought. We both rejected creamy dressing for simple oil and vinegar dressing. I sprinkled herbs d' Provence on my salad and she was intrigued. I had her try some of mine; she smiled and sprinkled some on her salad. It was very hot and humid outside so we sat at the kitchen table to eat. I poured us both a glass of wine and she asked for some water in addition.

I had been considering something and, when Brianna asked what my plans were for tomorrow, I decided to present my idea to her. "Brianna, tomorrow I have to go and look at some potential properties for the new Florida school. I was thinking, since you've been to the Seattle school, would you like to come along and provide me with your impressions of the properties?"

"You mean you want me to help you find the new school"?

"Well, yes. I want to hear your opinion and have your recommendations before I make my recommendation. You know that this is a multimillion dollar transaction, right?"

"Do I get a cut? Maybe a percentage, you know … a commission?"

She had once again amazed me. "Yes, I believe we can negotiate something appropriate. So, are you in … partner?"

Brianna almost knocked the table over leaping around to hug and kiss me. That was settled.

We spent the evening on the couch watching the storms through the sliding doors and sharing life stories. As the evening progressed so did our connection. I was completely at peace being with Brianna. I could tell she wasn't telling me everything about herself; but, then again, she had some experiences that she probably didn't want to talk about. I most certainly didn't tell her everything about me.

Eventually, I ended up half reclining against the armrest of the couch and Brianna was snuggled under my arm with her feet curled up on the couch cushions. We took some time to make out every now and then, and managed to become closer, both spiritually and physically. She turned her head and asked, "Who was your first kiss? How did it happen?"

Without a pause I replied, "I was just born and my mom planted a kiss on my forehead."

Brianna swatted me and said, "No! You know what I mean! What was the first kiss you had that meant something?"

Again, without pause I stoically said, "Her name was Maureen, we were in eighth grade and I asked her out. I had been on a few dates before but they were not really dates. Like taking a girl to the Spring Dance because it was expected. Anyway, Maureen was a quiet girl and I thought she was beautiful. Everyone was surprised when I asked her to a roller skating party. I was more surprised when she said yes. Anyway, we had a great time. I walked her home and, as we stood at the door, I freaked, I just froze. I liked her so much! She very simply held my arm, reached up, kissed me nicely and thanked me for a wonderful night. I freaked again! I sputtered something as I stepped back, hit the flower vase on the porch and fell backwards and down four steps into her front yard. There you go; my first real kiss and me in all my glory!"

Brianna loved it! She laughed, and tried to stop, but when she looked up at me, she cracked up all over again. She caught her breath and stated, "You're lying, that didn't happen, no one is that geeky!"

She started laughing again and, this time, when she tried to stop, she couldn't. I couldn't help but join in and said, "It's true, absolutely true. We never went on another date; I was so smitten with her I ruined whatever chance I had." I placed my hand under Brianna's chin and said, "Oh yes, there is someone that geeky … and you think you love him!"

Brianna crawled up on top of me, straddled my hips and started to seriously and passionately kiss me. She was rolling her hips and starting to deepen her breaths when she slowed down, held my head in her hands, kissed me three soft times, looked me in the eyes and asked, "Mike, would you fall off a porch for me?"

There was no reply to that. I loved her for calling me Mike. I pulled her in, rolled to my right and ended up on top of her, right between her legs. Things were getting heavier and our foreplay was progressing nicely. I pulled her shirt up and found a tit. It was firm and petite. I decided it was perfect. The areola was puffed and her nipple was rock hard. Brianna was pulling my shirt up from behind when my cell phone rang. We looked wide-eyed at each other and quickly untangled. I grabbed the phone, looked at Brianna and said, "It's Myra."

Brianna snatched the phone from me, pressed the green "Talk" icon and excitedly said, "Myra! Is that you?!"

I could hear Myra reply, "Brianna! It's me, everything is fine. I'm at the home of a friend. Why are you answering Nick's phone? Is he alright?"

"Thank God you're alright! Mike's OK, I've been so worried! When he said it was you I snatched the phone from him. Here, I'll hand you over to him but then you have to talk to me."

"Brianna! What did you call him?"

Brianna smiled at me and then said into the phone, "I called him Mike. Myra, it's Ok, he told me. Here, let me give you to him."

Myra and I exchanged greetings. She emphasized that everything, so far, looked good. In a day or two she would be granted access to the prisoner. No decision had been made concerning how far she would be allowed to push her interrogation, but there was much sympathy for her among the powerbrokers in Kiev. She explained that the recent unrest had turned much of the government and people against the Russians and, by default, the Russian mafia. There was a rising level of anger over the exploitation of Ukrainian girls in the world sex trade. Myra was negotiating from a position of power. She could shut down the trade with one phone call, if she wished. Regardless, Shapovolov was a high ranking FSB officer and any decisions concerning him had to be carefully thought out.

I asked her very sincerely to take care and not take any risks. Of course, she assured me she would be careful. I told her I loved her and handed the phone back to Brianna. Brianna and Myra talked for another half hour. Brianna proudly told her about how she was going to be helping with the school search. They both were happy while talking and very sad when saying good-bye.

While they spoke I took a good look at Brianna; she reminded me of Guerlain; or, maybe it was Pressley; or, maybe I was just fucked up! After a moment of reflection, I decided it was the latter. It occurred to me that there had to be some Persian, or Indian in her genes; those eyes didn't develop by accident! When done with the call, Brianna turned to me, slid a leg under herself and just looked at me. I smiled and, from somewhere a question came out of me, "Brianna, what will we do about school? I mean you just can't float around here without continuing your education."

"Mike, once I enrolled in Rolfe Academy, I became automatically registered for online school. So, all I need do is log on, select a subject, and continue where I left off. Do you want me to go do my homework?"

"Nah, nothing like that; I was just curious, that's all. I do want you to complete your studies though. You already know a lot more than most people do; but, then again, you're not most people. You must excel with your studies and then achieve what you're destined to do."

She leaned forward, smiling demurely, and asked, "Are you going to be my tutor?"

I pulled her in closer and replied, "I will tutor you in whatever area of study you wish. If I don't know the topic, I'll learn it in a day!"

She giggled, gave me a kiss and asked, "Any area?"

I had already decided that tonight was not going to be the night for us, and answered, "Any area, except for tonight. Tonight you will once again lie in my arms and spend a peaceful night with me. We have a lot to do tomorrow."

She was visibly relieved that I had taken sex off the table for the night. She didn't want to show her relief, but I could see it. She went to get her stuff; I ducked into the office and popped three grays. We closed the house down, went to my room and, standing on opposite sides of the bed, got changed for bed. I only wore some gym shorts, while Brianna had on flimsy, baggy pajama bottoms and light t-shirt. I thought for a moment, 'What the fuck? Do I think I'm Gandhi or something?' We joined in bed under the sheet. We kissed and caressed each other as another storm blew up outside the windows. We ended up snuggled together and fell asleep feeling safe and loved.

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Shopping for a School

The next day was a busy day. Brianna started the day with breakfast and her laps in the pool. I snorted my lines and downed two shots. I explained our cover story for the real estate hunt. I was the front man for an overseas investor interested in entering the Florida tourist trade. The investor was looking to open two midsized conference center/health spas in Florida prior to taking his plan nationwide. Brianna would be herself more or less. If needed, she would be presented as the daughter of a colleague who was out of the country on an assignment. I suggested she work on rolling her eyes and checking her phone whenever possible. Brianna said, "We need to stop and get some gum!" She was a good one!

She wore distressed jeans, an oversized t-shirt, a light weight denim jacket, and of course her hippie bag. I dressed business comfortable. We were quite mismatched, and we both liked the way the other looked … a lot. Before leaving I asked if she had any workout gear. She did and we both went back to our rooms to collect up our gear. I had an idea for later in the day.

We knew the first place we looked at was wrong the moment we saw it. It was an old, cheesy tourist trap. The second place had great promise. It was a midsize golf/conference center. It had failed because its course was only nine holes. Otherwise, it appeared to have all the facilities on our checklist. It was secure and somewhat out of the way. There were many meeting rooms and offices. The accommodations ran the gamut and could easily handle several hundred resident students. I counted three resort pools and one Olympic-sized pool. There were also condos for resident staff. There were fine exercise/athletic facilities and, of course, the golf course. The conference center's kitchens were large and modern. I felt good about this place. As Brianna walked through the grounds with me she commented, "In Seattle it's like they tried to find Hogwarts or something. This place is great! Christ, I would like to go here!"

When we finished our inspection of the property, Brianna and I strolled out to the tennis courts. I asked, "You're the best judge, what do you think?"

We kept walking; she looked down, and replied, "Everything about this place is perfect. I could see girls being very happy here. There is a lot of work needed. There are obvious leaks in the conference center, the residences need a lot of up-dating; overall the entire place needs to be cleaned up, mowed, and painted. I'm not too sure how long most of the exterior wood will last. There is a good amount of dry rot."

She stopped walking, looked up at me, and continued, "Get a good inspector and contractor, see what they think. If the work isn't too much, then I think you've found the most perfect girl's school in the world!"

I said, "That was all I needed to hear! It's settled! My God! You are truly something special!" I took her by the arm and we headed back to the Jeep. We stopped at a healthy smoothie, wrap place and had a light, late lunch. We had fun and Briana was excited about her part in selecting the school site. I took this opportunity to, matter-of-factly; tell her that the next day I would be leaving for a couple of days, due to work. She was not happy and asked if she could come along with me. I explained that that would be impossible.

She then asked, "Mike, what do you do?"

I simply replied, "Brianna, don't ask me about my business, and I won't tell you no lies. OK?"

"Nothing? You can't tell me anything at all?"

"Exactly. Unless I can explain something, I won't say anything. That's the deal. C'mon, finish up and let's take a ride."

Next on my agenda was the gym. I still maintained my membership at the family-type organization gym and I took her there. We had previously agreed that she should have some type of outside activity and decided that the gym would be perfect. When we arrived, I signed her up under my membership and asked if Tom, the manager, was around. In a few minutes we were sitting in his office. I made the introductions and explained that Brianna, the daughter of a colleague, was enrolled in an online school and was wondering if she could volunteer during the week at the daycare center. Tom was no fool. Having Brianna around would be easy, and she wouldn't cost a thing. He readily agreed and they shook hands on the deal.

Tom took Brianna to meet the daycare ladies and I got changed for a workout. I was starting to stretch when Brianna came by to tell me that she would be getting changed and joining me. Shortly afterwards she joined me in the warm up area. Her yoga pants were like a second skin; yoga pants were invented for her to wear! She had a baggy Seahawks t-shirt on and her hair was in a high ponytail. She also wore a wide, white headband. I did some extra stretches and watched her stretch.

Eventually she looked at me, smiled, and said, "Don't be such a creeper! Shouldn't you be lifting something?"

"Honey, I like to watch! I could watch you all day! Hell, I would creep on you if you were folding clothes!"

"You like to watch? What do you like to watch?"

"Anything and everything! It's a little kink of mine."

"That's good to know. There's an hour-long yoga class starting in ten minutes. I'm going to join it and you aren't allowed in! I swear, if you show up and settle down behind me, I'll kick your ass!"

"Promises, promises, promises! Ok, I'll do my mix routine, it takes around ninety minutes. Can you occupy yourself for a half hour?"

"Come get me at the day care center. I want to start getting to know the kids."

An hour later I observed her in the center. She was a natural. The kids loved her and the smile on her face was genuine. This would be good! We chatted with the director and set up a schedule for her. It worked out that she was available when they needed the help the most. Mrs. D would bring her to and from the center if I was away.

On the way home we picked up some takeout. It had been a very good day. We were both in a good mood and our concerns about Myra were repressed. When we arrived, I told her I needed to shower and we would eat a little later. She eyed the food, and said, "OK. I'll hit the shower too; I am feeling a bit grungy."

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What Was Meant To Be

The shower felt great! I was just about finished and had leaned forward under the water, letting it flow over my head and down my back when I sensed someone had entered the bathroom. I stepped back, turned around, and there stood Brianna, with a large towel wrapped around her. Her hair was up in a tight bun. It gave her a whole new look. Her head was framed by the gathered hair. A few loose strands fell down the sides of her head to her neck. Her neck was beautiful; so thin and long. Our eyes met and, with a shake of her shoulders, the towel dropped from her body as she stepped into the shower. We met in a tight embrace, which soon moved to passionate kissing.

I was starting to get hard and it was unavoidable for her to not to notice. Briana pulled back a bit as her right hand reached for my stiffening dick. She glanced down as she held it and started to slowly slide her hand up and down its full length. In a flash I was fully erect! She glanced up at me and smiled a devilish smile. With her hand stroking my dick she said, "You've been a real good boy. I imagine you're feeling pretty backed up after the past two days. I think you need some relief!"

I simply kissed her as passionately as possible while slowly humping my dick into her hand. She turned me around and backed me up to the seat/ledge in the back of the shower. Before she could sit me down I turned her so that she was sitting. My dick was just a little lower than her chin.

Brianna sat up with a slight arch, placed her hands flat on either side of herself and slowly swayed back and forth a bit, as she alternated looking at my dick and up to my face. I reached for her arms and carefully lifted them so that her hands were on either side of my dick. She knew what she was supposed to do as I slid my hands to her wrists and guided her to my dick. With a nervous smile and laugh she softly wrapped her fingers around my dick and started to gently stroke me. I put my right hand on the back of her head and slowly guided her forward. She glanced up at me just as she opened her lips and sucked my rock hard manhood into her warm moist mouth.

She began a gentle sucking motion, taking me deeper with each suck and releasing me to the point where I almost left her lips before she took me back in. Just before sucking me back into her mouth, she glanced up to look at me. I, of course, was watching intently as she took my dick in and out of her mouth. I kept my right hand on her head and caressed her as she slowly picked up the speed and intensity of her sucks. My left hand was propped on my hip and I noticed that her hand had reached for it. We entwined our fingers and held hands while she gave me some of the most luxurious head I had ever experienced. She fondled my nuts with her left hand when she wasn't using it to stroke my dick. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I started to gently thrust my hips in time with her sucks and forced myself deeper into her mouth.

I had been building up for days and knew I wouldn't last much longer. Her oral abilities were excellent and the visual was outstanding. What really did it for me though was the hand holding. In the middle of this most basic and animalistic of sex acts, I found our hand holding to be excruciatingly sensuous. As she sucked me with greater intensity she held my hand tighter; her left hand moved around my waist and she pulled me deeper into her mouth.

I warned her that was going to cum but she didn't flinch. She continued to suck me until she felt the orgasmic twitching of my dick. She slid back on my dick until her lips were wrapped around the base of my head and sucked extra hard as I exploded into her mouth.

Brianna methodically sucked and swallowed with every shot of cum I spewed into her mouth. Her mouth never left my dick. She dealt with my jizz as if she were taking a drink through a straw. I could feel her breathing through her nose and quietly gulping cum as she sucked me dry.

Eventually I had to pull out of her mouth. Her attention was riveted on the tip of my dick as I pulled away. One small drop of cum appeared and she deftly removed it with the tip of her tongue. Her left hand returned to my now softening dick, she delivered a couple more strokes as she looked up at me. With a smile she asked, "So, Mike, how do you feel now?"

I knelt down in front of her; my right hand was now on her tiny waist and we were still holding hands. I said, "I can't remember feeling so good. God! I needed that!" I brought her hand to my lips and I kissed it dearly. I moved forward and kissed her. Her mouth still had the taste of cum but I didn't care. I needed to kiss her right then and there. As we kissed, I lifted her to her feet and led her out of the shower into the bathroom.

Brianna reached for a towel, turned to me and started to dry me. She enjoyed toweling my hair and picked up a brush to neaten the mop up. She efficiently dried me from head to toe and managed to bring me back to a half erection with a few well-timed strokes of my dick. She was thoroughly enjoying herself and made sure her hands explored every inch of my body. If I didn't do something quick I knew I would be shooting a load of cum on her belly very shortly.

I reached into the small linen closet and pulled out one of the towels I never use. Mrs. D bought them and they were a kind of ultra-soft towel designed for female use. Brianna wasn't that wet but I wasn't going to let that little detail get in the way of my enjoyment. She stood back and watched as I reached for her shoulders to turn her to face away from me, looking into the mirror. I lightly ran the towel over her shoulders and down her back. I leaned into her neck and kissed around her neck and down both shoulders. As I dried her arms I followed with soft kisses. My intent was to kiss as much of her body as possible.

She tried to lean back into me but I stopped her. I needed a moment though; she was completely hairless down below! I reached around front and ran my hand over her pussy. She was freshly shaved! I liked that, a lot!

I returned to standing behind her and placed my arms next to her arms. I lifted her arms and placed her hands on the sink counter leaning her forward. I used my legs to have her step back a bit so that she was half bent over. I kissed from her neck, down her spine, to the start of the crack of her ass. I toweled her ass, paying special attention to the crease down to her asshole. I started to towel her thighs from the inside forcing her legs further apart. Brianna dropped her elbows to the counter, bending more and arching her back. She lifted her ass higher and presented one of the most beautiful sights of nature ever presented to a man. Her ass was fit and taut. Her thighs were full and her ass split open exposing a beautiful little rose bud of an asshole and a most delightful adolescent pussy. Her pussy lips peaked out from her slit with just the slightest of openings, hinting at the joys contained within.

I kissed her ass and ran my hand over and through her crotch. She started to push back at me, lifting her ass to provide access to her pussy. I placed the tip of my tongue at the top of her ass crack and slowly ran down her crack until it encountered her asshole. I worked my tongue tip around and into her ass. Brianna yelped a little and lifted her ass higher and back into my tongue. I continued my tongue track further south and, just before reaching her pussy, pulled off to the side. I kissed down the back of her thighs as she started to complain.

"Mike! Don't stop, don't tease me, get back up there! It's not fair!" Her hips were moving back and forth and her crotch was seeking out my face. I stood and looked at us in the mirror. She glanced up and saw me looking at her in the mirror. While pushing her ass into me, she asked with a devilish smile, "What now, Michael? What's next on the list?"

My only answer was to firmly place my now rock hard dick up against her crotch and stand up straighter. Brianna let out another yelp as she felt herself being partially lifted from below by my dick. She clamped her thighs around my dick, stood, and leaned back into me. She reached her arms up and back to circle my neck and pulled me around for a kiss. I obliged, and then pulled away, sliding my dick out from between her legs and then turning her to face me.

I said, "I've only dried your back so far, now it's time to your front." With a smile I caressed her front with the soft towel paying extra attention to her perky tits. They weren't very big, about the size of a half orange. They had no droop to them and were soft and pliable to the touch. Her areolas rose from her tits indicating that there might be more size to her breasts in the future. Her nipples were a little larger than I expected but then again, she was pretty fucking excited! Regardless, my mouth found that they were the perfect size for me. I held her by the small of her back and pulled her tight as I alternatively feasted on her adolescent tits.

She was on her tiptoes, arching her back, clasping her hands on the back of my head, and freely mewing sounds of pleasure. I pulled away slowly so she could regain her footing and started to slowly kiss my way down her flat stomach to her navel. I paused there and paid some attention to her cute, little "innie" before continuing downward. She was constantly squirming and running her hands through my hair as I explored her body. I reached the start of her hairless slit and chose to put my tongue back to use. I went as far as tongue-tickling her pee-hole, and the hood of her clit, before I rose up in front of her. I cupped her ass along the way and lifted her off the ground until she could wrap her legs around my waist. We met for a kiss which lasted the distance I needed to carry her to my bed where I gently laid her down with me on top of her.

Her breathing turned into a deep, slow panting as I moved down her body to her pussy. She repeated, "Mike, oooh Mike" several times as I started to nestle and tongue her smooth vaginal muffin. Let's face it; sweet, clean, young pussy is both wonderful and beautiful. What makes all the difference though, is whose pussy it is. In this case, this pretty little pussy belonged to my fourteen-year-old Brianna. No one had ever excited, or intrigued me at this level, in so short a time as she had. I fell for her at first glance and had only fallen further with every moment we spent together. I knew she felt the same, and that only heightened the experience. I called up every pussy-eating technique I had to provide her pleasure.

Brianna clutched her knees and pulled them to her chest. She opened herself to me and let her feelings and senses run free. She was a "squeaker" and a director. She guided me to what felt good and then reacted with the cutest squeaks and jerks as the pleasure rolled through her. She released her legs (they pretty much stayed in place) and grabbed hold of my head to provide extra guidance for my oral ministrations. Soon enough, she grabbed hold of my hair and pushed my face into her pussy as she lifted herself from the bed using my back as a base for her feet. I was buried in her pussy as she came several times in rapid succession.

Her breathing was heavy as she came down from her climax. She still had her hands on my head as I moved up to face my young love. We were side-by-side as we moved our lips together. She made a guttural "awe" sound as we met for a kiss. Our kiss became more passionate by the second. She slid her leg forward and under me as she rolled me on top of her. I broke our kiss as I started to reach for the side table drawer. She stopped me. I gave her a questioning look and she said, "I have the implant, nothing will happen."

She was so fucking beautiful! I was on an elbow simply looking at the girl under me. Her hair was starting to break away from the bun she wore, her skin was flawless and her eyes; oh those eyes! Her lips were soft and moist, I needed more of them! I ran my hand along the side of her face and said, "I don't think I have ever seen anyone more beautiful than you!" I then leaned in reuniting our lips and tongues.

With a slight adjustment I ended up in a perfect position between her legs. I sat back on my calves for a moment and looked at the wonder in front of me. She had all the perfect curves to her body. What I found myself focused on though were the bumps and rises. On her chest were two perfect adolescent tits, standing firm up from her chest. A little further down, her rib cage was made prominent by the drop of her stomach due to her lying on her back. The gentle upward flow of her stomach flattened as two hip bones provided what appeared to be sentinels guarding the proud pubic mound that rose from the valley they formed. I ran my hands over this sensual terrain until I rested them on top her thighs. I leaned forward over her, placing my hands just outside her shoulders and leaned down for a kiss. I started to slowly hump her until the head of my dick wedged itself into an inviting, hot, moist place. Her legs spread and lifted as she broke off our kiss. I looked her in the face and she eagerly nodded her head at me.

I lifted my hips ever so slightly and started to say, "Brianna" as I pushed into the heaven that is her pussy. Before I could completely say her name, she said, "Ooh Mike …" and locked in for a deep kiss as I penetrated her. I went slow and gentle, thrusting into her with a measured rhythm for a sensuous slow ride. I wanted that loving feeling to last a while and to honor her with my cock. Brianna reacted far beyond what I would have ever dreamt possible. She wrapped herself around me both physically and emotionally. We murmured to each other and spoke with our bodies as we shared our physical love for the first time.

I heard the slightest catch in her breath as I added just a little more "oomph" to a thrust. I repeated with a slight increase of intensity and she came along for the ride. Her loving hip rolls from earlier started to develop into more of a lurid fucking as I increased my intensity. In a very short time we were both actively fucking each other. She had crossed the line; she was giving herself totally to me. I could see it in her eyes and feel it wrapped around my dick. I could feel us melding into one.

We fucked and made love at the same time. I slammed my dick into her with all I had and she responded in kind. We were both grunting and struggling to catch our breath. She went first, jerking out multiple orgasms and, at one point, actually biting my shoulder. That did it for me! I let it all go and, with a roar, let loose deep inside her. As I came I could feel it from my prostate up my spine. I shook with pleasure and excitement. I rose to my knees and lifted Brianna with me. We entwined tighter than before and returned to our kissing. Together we both experienced orgasmic aftershocks as we came down from our respective highs.

I laid her down on the bed with her ass still resting on my thighs. My dick slid out of her pussy as we gazed into each others' eyes and caressed each others' bodies with our hands. Brianna squirmed and giggled a bit. I asked, "Whats up my love?"

Through a giggle she replied, "Your stuff is running out and down to my ass. It tickles and feels weird!"

"Don't move, I got you." I moved to her side, and picked her up in my arms, and carried her to the bathroom. I settled her on the toilet, grabbed a hand towel, wiped my dick and said to her, "Get yourself cleaned up and come right back to me … or … I could clean you up!"

"Mike, my God! Go back to bed and I'll be right there!"

She returned to the bed, after a while, and we cuddled in each others' arms. I didn't need any meds to fall asleep that night.

When I woke the following morning I was alone in bed. The coffee was brewed in the kitchen and a bowl, spoon, and juice glass were in the sink. I poured a cup of Joe and headed out to the veranda. There she was, slicing through the water in the pool just as I had expected. I made my way to the pool and, when she saw me coming, she climbed out to greet me. I received a full body hug and a hungry kiss. She was soaking wet and I could care less.

I said, "Get back in and finish your laps … I'll sit and watch."

"My God Mike, you can be such a perv!" She smiled, turned and headed back to the pool with a walk that had more wiggle than was natural. I did sit and watch. She flowed through the water gracefully and effortlessly. I could not detect a flaw in her technique. I found genuine interest in the movement of her ass as she swam her laps. I wasn't surprised by the resulting hardness on my part. I sat back in the chair and averted my eyes out to the water and laid out my plans for the day.

I had plenty of time to get my gear ready and didn't need to leave until the afternoon. I would stay at a safe condo near the Fernandez house in Miami and initiate my plan sometime after 2:00 AM. Little Alanis would be immediately delivered to a special West Coast operative. She would be airborne no more than forty-five minutes after leaving her bed. I would spend the night at the condo and then return the next day. An extra day is always built into my plans in case of an unexpected delay.

A message had arrived the day before saying I should expect an important visitor in two days. Some guy named Thomas Donahue would be coming from the coast to check out the choice we made for the Florida school site. This guy was apparently the lead man for the entire school project and his visit would be the final decision regarding the site, as well as an opportunity to meet me and determine what role, if any, I would play in the school's operations.

My mind was absorbed in thought when I heard Brianna. She was at the edge of the pool trying to get my attention. "Mike! Mike! Michael! Earth to Mike!" I finally heard her and looked her way. "Where have you been? My Lord … do you know if there is any fruit in the fridge?"

"Ah … yes! Yes, there is. Forgive me, my mind was at work and I just got lost in thought. You want some fruit?" I got up, walked to the pool and reached down for her hands. She latched on and I simply lifted her out of the water. I was holding hands with a glistening goddess! We shared a nice good morning kiss, I got her towel for her and we headed into the house.

On the way she asked, "When do you have to leave?"

"I figure around three or so, is that OK?"

"Of course it's not OK, but you gotta work. Would it be OK if I went to the daycare center around one, after lunch? You could drive me there and Mrs. D could pick me up around five."

"Sounds like a plan, we'll head out after lunch."

"You know, they have a club swim team there … I was thinking that maybe … if it's OK with you … that maybe I could see if I could join it … you know?"

I turned to her and slid my hands along her waist until I had her ass firmly in my hands. Her arms instinctively went around my neck and I pulled her close. "I think that's a great idea! I'm sure they'll love having you on the team!" We met for another kiss, only this time it was much hotter than nice. We broke and entered the house.

The chill of the air-conditioned house made her wrap her towel around her shoulders as we headed for the kitchen. I grabbed a bowl and opened the refrigerator. "Looks like we've got plenty, what did you want?"

"Strawberries and grapes?"

"Consider it done!" I loaded the bowl and handed it to her.

She quickly plucked a grape and made it disappear before you knew she even had it. Brianna paused for a moment, looked down and then back up at me. She had a somber look on her face.

I rested my hands on the counter and asked, "What's up? I can tell something is on your mind."

Brianna paused and replied, "There is a Martial Arts competition being held near Orlando this weekend and I was wondering if we could go."

I was a little surprised and replied, "Martial Arts? You?"

"Mike, I have been in MA for three years. Over the last few months I haven't been able to get in any workouts because of everything. Anyway a friend of mine who lives in Florida will be competing and I would really like to see her."

"Who is your friend?"

"Her name is Tayler Davis; she's tough as nails and should easily win the competition. We became friends over a year ago."

"I think I know who she is, are you at her level?"

"Oh no! She's awesome! I can hold my own but I'm nowhere at her level. So … what do you think?"

"Let's do it! I would like to see it and meet this Tayler. So, how tough are you? Think you could take me?"

She smiled and giggled, then quickly spun around and headed to her room. Looking back she announced, "I don't think you want to find out! I think I'm going to take my shower and then …"

I went to the office and quickly confirmed the arrangements for the next three days. All looked good at the Fernandez house. Nothing of any importance was happening; Carlos and Alondra were already in New York; all was set in Miami.

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