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Sara's South American Adventure
Part 1---Introduction, Background and Arrival
What a wild and confusing last few months. First her Daddy, well adopted Daddy, died shortly after her sixteenth birthday and she was so upset. Her adopted Mommy was also extremely bereaved. sara and Mommy simply did not know how they were going to support themselves. Mommy confided in sara that she had no idea whether Daddy's business was successful or how to handle investments or how even to arrange the funeral details or collect any insurance. Both were so grateful when Mr. Harris, Daddy's business partner, volunteered to sort out the mess and give them guidance.
He explained that Daddy owned a minority interest in their business. The business was worth a fair amount of money, but Daddy's interest was subject to a Buy-Sell agreement and the stock, after Daddy's death, was to be held in trust. There was insurance on Daddy, but it was something called ‘key-man' and the death proceeds all went to the company to compensate it for the loss of Daddy's services. Mr. Harris was the Executor of Daddy's will, the Trustee of the Trust, and President and majority shareholder of the company. Mr. Harris was so kind to offer Mommy a job at the company and said if sara was a good girl she might get to work there this summer. sara thought that she and Mommy were so lucky to have such a nice friend to look after them..
During the last few years Daddy and Mr. Harris and some of their friends and business customers had gone hunting each year in South America and before Daddy's death they had planned another trip. It happened to coincide with sara's Spring Break and Mr. Harris suggested to Mommy that Mommy and sara might want to go on the trip to keep up the family tradition and to take their minds off the past events. In fact a number of the men on the trip were fathers to girlfriends of sara from high school. So here sara was, sitting between Mr. Harris and Mommy on a jumbo jet on her way to South America.
sara had been out partying the night before she left. She seemed to be out partying all the time after her 16 th birthday. She had thrown her clothes and gun together when she got in It was Daddy's old shotgun, a fine English side-by-side 20 gauge Mr. Harris had given him. She knew she could sleep on the flight.
Her partying had lasted well into the night and she and some older college girls she was friends with had hooked up with some fraternity boys, smoked some dope, drank quite a bit and then she had given head to 3 of the boys as they drove her home, each crawling into the backseat of the Tahoe to take their turn. sara was very careful to not do anything with boys at her school. She had a reputation in high school as a ‘goodie goodie' and a tease. She loved to work up her boyfriends from high school, letting them occasionally touch her titties , which had grown to small 34d's during the last year, but never going all the way or allowing them to orgasm. sara had acquired the nickname…the blueball bitch…she loved to have them beg her to give them a handjob , but she never would. Wow, had she been fooling those high school boys and girls. In fact, a number of the senior cheerleaders' college boyfriends had met sara last summer and fucked her when their girlfriends were away at cheerleader camp. With her long dark hair, full pouty lips, cute lil ass…or so she was always told…thin frame and such massive tities for her size, she never seemed to have problems attracting her friends' boyfriends.
sara always had suspected Daddy of knowing she was a bit promiscuous, but Mommy was so naïve. sara used to apply her makeup much heavier and often change clothes after she left the house so her Mommy wouldn't catch on. It seemed that now every weekend night and sometimes on even school nights she ended up doing a head-bob for some new man. She loved the way it felt…she even would orgasm from her only sucking a cock … and she loved the attention it got here…but she would just die if Mommy and her high school girlfriends ever found out.
Mr. Harris had given a list of things to Mommy and Mommy had given it to sara about what to pack and not pack for the trip, but sara had been on hunting trips before and knew what to take and anyway she just had to party real hard last night. When she had dressed this morning she pulled on the ‘lace up the front' skin tight jeans she had had on last night, or, she giggled, had worn for at least a few hours last night until she had gotten into the Tahoe, her favorite Brittney Spears crop top and her new 4 inch red mules…her ‘fuck me pumps'…as her college girlfriends called them. She hadn't done any wash lately, too much partying, and since it was a vacation, she had not bothered to put on or pack a bra or panties. The top was so tight and the jeans cut so low, that she had thought about not wearing them around Mommy, but sara was in such a rush this morning and she loved the way the top stretched over her 34d's that…well…she just ‘did it'.
Mr. Harris was older than Daddy, but so handsome: tall, thick dark hair, always happy to see her and a twinkle in his eye as if he knew what she was thinking. All of a sudden, she remembered that those 3 cute college boys had told sara that she was the ‘best cocksucker' they had ever had, even better than any of the sorority girls…At this point a grin crept across sara's face and Mr. Harris saw it and smiled back…'if he only knew what I was thinking' sara thought…. If only she knew what I was thinking, he mused .
sara then fell asleep leaning against Mr. Harris, reminiscing to herself about last night and looking forward to having fun on this trip. She awoke shortly before the landing gear was being lowered. sara grabbed her backpack and Daddy's camera case, followed Mommy and Mr. Harris and the other men down the concourse to retrieve her luggage and then got in line to clear customs.
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