The area we called Seerdon Forest, where I met Gracie the night Cosmo died, remained a point of contention between hotheads in our gangs. During the Spring the Aztexs and the 49 had been trying to come up with a peaceful solution, and there was even talk of merging the two gangs. But around the time Cosmo died in that unfortunate provocation by the Black Kings last May, something shifted inside the Aztexs leadership. There were new faces in the area running the local dealers. Traffic in meth, a Crystal Aztex staple, was up as prices dropped. Somebody with excess product was trying to buy market share. The Aztexs suspended treaty discussions with 49 until next September, and I heard Tony was shifted to more of a figurehead in the gang.
His witch wife also started divorce proceedings against Tony, hiring a lousy lawyer I knew. In the leadership shift she welcomed some of those important new faces to the area. Like the Cohen song says, these were people she "just had to meet, without her clothes, and everybody knows."
I did not know much more than that, which was troubling.
We still patrolled the Seerdon Forest but we went a lot heavier now, and we varied the times, although we were tied into the days when customers brought heavy drug traffic. Twice we drove meth dealers off. The second time we did it in a manner that suggested we would take prisoners, but we let them escape.
In early July there was the first cryptic message to me from Tony, about a trap for our patrols. All he knew was the date. The way he sent it was complicated, an old-fashioned double blind one-time drop. I shared the info with the 49 tactical leadership to see how they would use the vague info to counter the trap and put some Aztexs in the hospital. My guys put up drones with infra-red cameras for recon, did a great job of trapping the ambushers and got good results - they scared the Aztex meth dealers and gave their muscle some serious hurt.
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As a lawyer I am very good with my tongue. So as Cynthia posed for me, making a very persuasive request for oral service without saying a word, I got to it. Using my gentle fingers I also dutifully removed some of the marks Cynthia's bra left. I also distributed the excess of kisses the act warranted. Then I moved to the traditional position between her lovely legs.
Cynthia considered such things "training" although she never used that term in my presence. Instead she said "Oh, you read my mind!" Same thing.
The things we do for the women we love... to put our cock into.
As we settled into my licking her to pleasure I also got to the question she asked, about Tony being in trouble. I can talk and chew pussy at the same time.
"I would guess that... Tony is now well beyond... the 'trouble' phase... Mmmm, such a sweet wonderful woman you are... He has been through... the 'attempted kill or capture thing' and... is now in the 'much greater thing I do...' phase... The issue is that he cares about... the core members of his gang... he wants to free them from these meth-brain dealers... He knows that I will act... before the meth-heads can establish... a secure hold. It may be too late to do that without getting messy."
Cynthia was suddenly very worried about her child's father putting himself at risk. "Will you help him?" She said it in a tone suggesting maybe Tony was not that interesting to her. He was nice and all that, in a rough sort of way, but she did not value the guy the way her sister valued Tonto.
I lifted up and explained this part carefully. "It is not about Tony. As a suspicious guy I must consider the possibility that he was captured and is now being used to draw me out." She gave a shudder at that, suddenly this was not a good talk. "I will have to be extra careful. I will take Irene along with plenty of firepower." That helped, Irene could cause a lot of mayhem fast. "If it is a trap, Aztex or cops, I will play it very nasty and will take no prisoners. But with several dates listed for contact he appears safe for now, cops and robbers usually go for a quick trap so they can manage manpower and show their bosses, who are usually the bosses because they are afflicted with a lack of patience for results. It is a problem when you punch a clock and fill out daily reports. He and I have considered this exact issue. So yes, I will try to help if I can. We will use military hardware."
"I like Tony... but I like you a LOT more. Plus you have responsibilities to think of." She pointed at her belly, where she had been growing my child for two months. "Please be careful." Women worry so, but I can't really blame them... because it doesn't do any good.
I knew my cues, it was the end of conversation. I showed my love and agreement by kissing her belly. Then I kissed a few other places, lower and higher, very delightful for all concerned. She relaxed and soon used her mouth to make something else grow so she could enjoy it to the fullest.
"Sin-Sin, you have no idea. You remember what happened last time somebody tried to trap me. They were good at their jobs. But me and my people are better. If this becomes a meet then Tango's big rifle will not be the primary weapon. Instead Irene will be on overwatch... with a fire-and-forget guided missile."
Irene brought a high-tech approach to the brutal game. It was not a elegant as a rifle, and had much more potential for collateral damage. In the military she had killed drug dealers in Central America by the planeload at a range of 20 miles when ordered.
"I do remember... I saw the bad guys and the results of the car takedown. I heard about the house. Your soldiers... they are really good! Now how about we be really good to each other, okay? I seem to recall you have something like a missile... or at least the shape and yummy power of a missile... Yum, it tastes so good. I know it makes good babies too!"
I took that as a hint so I got into our main business. It is important to keep a young mother-to-be happy and in a happy place, especially in her happy places. It is also a pleasure. She used her lips to get me as hard as possible. I put my face between her thighs and started working out the alphabet with my tongue at just the right spot, drawing a long moan of pleasure and other happy sounds. She was eager to enjoy my efforts.
I was too successful, she couldn't keep sucking me and make the noises I caused her to make, so she held my cock ready, resting against her breast, while she moaned and made other happy noises as she enjoyed the culmination of my oral efforts. We did not force her pleasure to a peak, I kept to my task as she let her pleasure bloom until it happen slowly, gradually, inevitably... a couple of times. She gets juicier that way, and we both like juicier.
At just the right moments she started these little whimpers, I held her tighter, then we got to some louder, sincere sounds. Next I got praise, whispers of pleasures and invocations, we spent some time on that last one, and eventually the grip of her legs tightened as she gave herself up to the pleasure my tongue was giving her. Then we rested for a few moments where I worshiped her tummy and she licked up my pre-cum before I did it again, at the same slow steady pace she loved.
Once was never enough, some things did not have to be explained.
After my mouth loved her to a climax for a third time she started begging to turn things around, for loving hot kisses and the special thrill of my penetration. I moved to mount her in the missionary position, but she said that was going to be difficult later on, and asked if I knew something that worked "when her belly was bigger."
The minx was fishing, trying to get me to say something about my past history, about whether I had fucked anybody who was pregnant, possibly in their third trimester and if it was my doing. I knew better than to give her a clear answer, that was not how this game was played. What I said was that in the Tribe, sometimes women were well along in their pregnancy when they brought a younger man who was not their husband to the cave, where coupling was visible to the others present. It was a lesson.
Cynthia knew that in the Tribe, the women had all the power in terms of sex. The only requirement imposed in marriage (which was always arranged by the tribe's female council) was for a husband and wife to be faithful and active during the days when she could become pregnant. Obviously a woman who was six months along could not get pregnant, she had done her duty to the tribe, and was free to exercise any other options if she wished, including having sex with those close relatives who would normally be off-limits. So I talked about some of the things that I had seen women do with friends and relatives.
I saw pregnant women who spread their legs and accepted their fathers, brothers, and even initiating their sons. In a Tribe everybody was a blood relative so incest was a special concern for breeding. These "family relations" couplings were only considered when a child could not result from the act - when the woman was already pregnant. Some chose to exercise the option. The practice spread to the Colony as well, both groups had similar concerns. Of course, since Cynthia had also enjoyed sex with her father, this discussion and validation it supplied further aroused Cynthia.
