“Bozhe moy!” the woman gasped when she felt Zach’s mouth on her cum-filled pussy.
“Zach, how many of those women did you fuck?” Krista asked as they walked back to the villa an hour later, Krista and Susan walking a bit awkwardly. “I counted at least four of them.”
“I wasn’t counting, so I’ll have to take your word for it,” Zach said. “But I’ll tell you, those are some of the horniest women I’ve ever met. Can’t you walk any faster?” he asked, grinning.
“That big cock of Ajuma’s is just too big,” Krista sighed. “I mean, I’ve never felt such a big cock in my ass before. It was incredible, but it was too much.”
“Yes,” Susan agreed. “It felt marvelous, for a bit, then it was all too quickly too much. But my god, did I cum,” she laughed. “It was like my switch was stuck on CUM.”
“Let’s take a shower, then Zach can eat our pussies for us,” Krista said. “When I’ve got his tongue between my legs, I can’t think of anything else.”
And so it went for the next couple of weeks, going down to the beach after breakfast and lunch for an hour or so, Krista and Susan letting half a dozen of the young men fuck them, though they had had to tell Ajuma that they just couldn’t take his cock any more, and Zach being coopted by the Russians. Then Binta would show up in the late afternoon, joining them for dinner and staying the night, enjoying Zach by herself until Krista and Susan would show up after their evening foray down to the beach when they would join them.
“I hate to say this,” Zach said one evening while he was fucking Binta and Krista was sitting on her face, riding her tongue, “but we need to leave tomorrow.”
“Zach!” Krista gasped, dismounting Binta’s face. “So soon?”
“I’m afraid so,” Zach replied, feeling Binta’s pussy trying to strangle his cock as she came. “I waited until the last moment to tell you so that you could enjoy being here as much as possible without that on your minds.
“I will be very sad when you go,” Binta said, sitting up when Zach pulled his cock from her pussy and opening her mouth for him, swallowing him as he exploded, then sucked him off. “It has been such a nice feeling being with you, with all of you. I have learned much and enjoyed myself greatly.”
“That’s the hardest part of leaving, Binta,” Susan said with a sigh. “Leaving the friends we have made. I’ll miss having you in our bed. Everything about you is a pure delight.”
“I agree,” Krista said, gluing her mouth to her pussy.
* * * * *
“What’s going to happen, Zach?” Susan asked as they approached Denver International Airport in the Gulfstream G650 that they had chartered for the 11-hour, 5, 520 mile flight.
“A good friend of mine who once thought about making MMA his career is meeting us,” Zach explained. “He’s now in the FBI.”
“What does he know?” Krista asked.
“Nothing yet, other than the fact that someone is trying to kill one of my friends and that we fear that even the FBI might be compromised on the issue because of the money involved,” Zach replied. “I asked him to meet us alone and that we’d explain when we’re in a safe place. We’ll have to see how he reacts and then take it from there.”
“That’s your whole plan?” Krista asked.
“No,” Zach replied, smiling, “but that’s all of it that you need to know right now. When Liam interviews us, I want your minds focused. Knowing what I’m intending to do will only complicate things. You’ll find out soon enough, but you need to trust me on this. I can see the whole thing, how it’s going to play out.”
“Zach!” the tall, lanky redhead called out, waving his hand as Zach descended the stairs of the Gulfstream, Krista and Susan in tow.
“Liam!” Zach called out, the two men meeting and hugging each other fiercely. “Look at you in a suit.”
“And look at you, arriving on a $70m private jet with two gorgeous… Jesus! I’m sorry, but are you Susan Kumms?” he asked, his face ashen.
“I am,” Susan replied.
“Ma’am, I am Special Agent Liam O’Shea of the FBI,” Liam said, shaking her hand. “It’s being done quietly, but you are the focus of a huge manhunt, ever since the news of your husband’s death.”
“Who’s hunting, Liam?” Zach asked.
“Everyone, FBI, CIA, local law enforcement,” Liam replied. “It’s international.”
“And the same people who killed Mr. Kumms and have tried to kill Susan,” Krista said with some heat.
“I’m sorry, but you are?” Liam asked.
“Krista Hill,” she replied.
“Zach?” Liam asked.
“She’s a friend, Liam,” Zach smiled.
“Shit! What are we doing standing here like this?” Liam asked, looking quickly around. “I need to get you to a safe house, pronto. Please, come with me,” he said, leading them to a black SUV with darkly tinted windows. “This is my partner, Special Agent Lauren Rose,” he introduced them to the slender, blonde-haired woman who exited the vehicle as they approached.
“We won’t talk about it unless it’s video-recorded,” Zach said as Liam started to ask questions.
“Right,” Liam agreed, shaking his head. “Fuck, Zach, how the hell did you get involved in all of this? Jesus Fucking Christ! The last I heard about you, you were getting your sorry ass KO’d.”
“Where are you taking us?” Krista asked.
“We have a safehouse, a ranch, actually, that the government confiscated from some drug kingpins,” Liam replied. “It’s secluded and easily secured. We’ll be there in another 20 minutes.”
“No, I don’t want to be separated from Zach and Krista,” Susan said when they finally arrived at the ranch just outside of Golden and Lauren tried to assign them to separate bedrooms. “They’ve protected me and kept me alive these past months and I won’t feel safe without them.”
“As you like,” Lauren said, raising her eyebrows as she looked at Liam.
“Do you need to rest?” Liam asked. “When would you be able to let me debrief you?”
“Let’s do it now,” Zach said. “Get it out of the way. That way, no matter what happens, you’ll have the story.”
“I’ll get the video equipment from the car,” Lauren volunteered.
“Okay, before we get started,” Liam said when the video camera was set up in the ranch house’s living room, “would anyone like anything to eat or to drink?”
“No, let’s just get this over with, please,” Susan said.
“Okay, then, we’ll get started,” Liam said. “Start the recording, Lauren. Mrs. Kumms, I’ll start with you. Please state your name and date of birth for the record,” he instructed and Susan complied. “Now, if you will, tell us whatever you’d like to say.”