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Yanking her head back by a fistful
of hair Rachel was subjected to a blast of his foul beer breath but she was
absolutely furious and before he could shove his revolting tongue down her
throat she grabbed his crotch and squeezed his balls with all her might.
Jerking in pain, Titty man released his grip on Rachel enabling her to leap up,
and knee him in the groin leaving him rolling around on the grass lawn in
agony.
 

 

Rachel dashed back into the pub to
find the girls and slammed straight into a solid wall of male heading towards
the door.

 

“Ooof” wheezed Rachel stumbling
right into Luc’s embrace.

 

“Hey Rach – couldn’t leave
me huh?” Clutching Luc’s biceps Rachel felt all the adrenaline leave her in one
fell swoop and her legs buckled.

 

“Whoa baby what’s wrong?” probed
Luc looking worried and suddenly a lot more sober. Looping an arm securely
round her waist, Luc started to walk Rachel back out the door.

 

“No, no – not that way.” But
it was too late; Luc had spotted her assailant on his knees trying to stand up
by the picnic bench she had hastily vacated.

 

“Oh no” cursed Rachel under her
breath, “shits going to really hit the fan now.” Beside her she felt Luc’s body
stiffen and tense.

 

“Did he touch you?” Luc asked, his
voice low and completely steady now. The menacing edge to his tone warned
Rachel that something bad was about to go down.

 

“Please Luc, just take me home.”
She begged tugging on his arm, but Luc was on a mission now. Walking them
towards the figure on the lawn he asked again.

 

“Did. He. Touch. You?” Luc stopped
and held on to Rachel tightly. He’d turned to face her and his whole body was
rigid with anger. Her lover was seething mad; a side to Luc that Rachel had
only had a small glimpse of earlier in the evening. He wasn’t a man to lose his
temper easily and Rachel was worried about what he would do. The last thing she
wanted was for Luc to get into trouble on her account, but just then Titty man,
clearly on a mission to end his life, spat at her.

 

“You cunt! Couldn’t handle a real
man if you tried…”

 

Luc spun around, “oh no –you
did
not
just say that” and with a
yell closed the space between him and the idiot still sprawled in the grass.
Looming over him, primed for action, Luc looked like a warrior about to destroy
his enemy. Rachel observed everything like it was in slow motion – she
saw Luc bunch a huge fist by his side; draw back his arm and then pummel the
bloke in the face; hard and fast. Titty man went down in one and was out for
the count minus several teeth.

 

Breathing hard and shaking his
fist to dissipate the momentary pain, Luc stalked back to her; grabbed her
wrist and literally dragged her into the nearby bushes. Rachel was by this
stage panting for her mighty hero boy man god – she was so turned on
partly due to the incessant rubbing of the nub of fabric at her clit but mostly
down to all that raw power vibrating through Luc’s body.

 

“Either you want me or you don’t
Rachel,” he told her through gritted teeth. “Don’t tease me now, make up your
fucking mind.”

 

Taking in the drool worthy sight
of Luc all riled up and hard for her was hot. Bunching her fists in his shirt
she yanked him roughly against her. Even in her sky highs she had to stand on
tiptoes to reach his delicious mouth. Plunging her tongue deep she twirled it with
his as she melted into him. Rachel urgently wanted to show him how grateful she
was that he had defended her despite her daft behaviour. Pulling back from him
she lost herself momentarily in those baby blue eyes; the pupils dilated with
his desire for her. She could feel him rock hard against her stomach and
without over thinking what she was about to do she swiftly undid his belt and
reached in to free his cock. Grabbing him by the base off his shaft she sighed
deeply and lowered her mouth around him.

 

“Holy shit!” gasped Luc. His hands
fell to Rachel’s head as he steadied himself fighting the immediate inclination
to thrust his cock as far down her throat as she could take it. Looking down he
nearly exploded on the spot at the sight of Rachel on her knees; her head
bobbing as she worked her mouth up and down the length of him. She swirled her
tongue around the shaft and flicked the tip of over his sensitive head sucking
the gleaming pre-cum off him. She left him for a moment taking a few seconds to
gaze up at him licking her lips in the process.

 

“You are so fucking sexy Mrs R.
“He growled and then he placed one hand around the back of her head and urged
her back to his aching cock.

 

Rachel took in the glorious view
of her mighty man boy god with his head thrown back in ecstasy and it spurred
her on to finish him off. He tasted so good and she wanted to make him come in
her mouth so she could lap up every last drop of him. Rachel started to hum
lightly as she swallowed him further and licked him harder. She reached up
between his thick thighs to stroke his balls in time with her sucking and he
let out a low sexy moan.

 

“Oh God baby. Yeah – just
like that….” Luc was rocking his hips into her mouth as Rachel lapped at the
underside of his cock teasing her way up the length of him with little licks
and nips, loving the way he jerked and sighed and hissed his pleasure. Teasing
the bundle of nerves just at the crest of his penis, Rachel took a deep breath
in through her nose and swallowed him as far as she could go without gagging.

 

“I’m gonna come. Don’t stop…gonna
come…” Luc was babbling as he ran his fingers through her silky straight hair
and fucked her mouth.

 

Feeling him start to tremble
around her as his balls tightened in anticipation of his climax Rachel worked
him harder and deeper until he exploded into her mouth grasping her head as he
bucked wildly.

 

“Jesus, fuck….oh my god Rachel……”
It took him a moment but Luc finally calmed enough to lift her up his body,
then he proceeded to plant kisses all over her face and neck mumbling ‘thank
you god’ over and over again.

 

“Luc, baby boy; take me home now.”
Rachel whispered urgently in his ear.

 

“Give me a minute,” stammered Luc,
his chest heaving as he tried to control his breathing. His head was reeling as
all his fantasies had just manifested in Rachelvision – the 3D version.
Never in his wildest dreams, despite what he was fantasising about earlier that
evening, did Luc think he would actually get to experience Rachel on her knees
working him to the most explosive orgasm he had ever experienced.

 

“Come, Mrs R. Let’s sit while I
call us a cab.” Rachel sighed and resigned herself to the fact that he would
never stop calling her that. He held out his hand to her and led her back to
the picnic tables.

 

“I’m just going to text Jess and
Lucy and let them know we’ve left. I can’t be arsed to fight my way through the
pub again and I’m definitely not leaving you here alone.”

 

Rachel snuggled into his side and
he slung an arm around her shoulders while he set about the task in hand. She
started to feel a little bit sleepy and yawned into his warm chest. Placing her
hand on his thigh she dozed off to the low tones of Luc speaking to the cab
company.

 

“Mum, Mum…
Mum
?”

 

Rachel woke startled by Jess
calling her. Disorientated she bolted upright and the top of her head hit Luc’s
chin full force causing him to jerk in reaction and tip backwards off the
bench. Realising she had been lying in his lap, Rachel was not surprised Jess
sounded a bit perturbed. Luc meanwhile was once again sprawled out on the
ground beneath her.

 

“No fucking way!” he shouted.

 

“What’s going on?” asked Lucy as
she emerged from the pub to join her sister.

 

“Mum was asleep in Luc’s lap!”
shrieked Jess.

 

“Oh my god that’s not right Mum”
she turned to Rachel, “how on earth?”

 

“Fuck fuck fuck!” growled Luc now
on all fours getting himself up. Shaking his head looking ever so slightly mad,
Rachel couldn’t help giggle at the scene unfolding in front of her. If the
twins had been a few minutes earlier, she was sure they would be beating the
hell out of their friend rather than look at him questioningly.

 

“She’s pissed” he snarled in
Rachel’s direction blurting the first thing that sounded as if it could be a
viable excuse. Rachel hiccupped for greater effect.

 

“I was calling for a cab to take
her home when she passed out on me. She’s your mother – I couldn’t just
leave her! Didn’t you get my text?” Luc rubbed his chin repeatedly. “And I bit
my fucking tongue – it bloody hurts.”

 

Rachel snorted trying to suppress
the hysterics threatening to burst out. It was so goddamned funny - couldn’t
they all see that? She was about to blurt out how hilarious it was that Luc was
on the floor again – for the fourth time, but brought herself up short
when she remembered the twins weren’t there for the first, second and third
times and trying to explain that would certainly not be easy.

 

“Oh lord” she thought as the world
started to spin on its axis. “Don’t feel well.”

 

“Hmm Rachel?” Asked Luc moving
nearer to try and catch what she was muttering and that turned out to be one
colossal error of epic proportions as Rachel threw up the entire contents of
her stomach all over his jeans. The look of horror on Luc’s face was the last
thing Rachel saw before she passed out in his arms for real.

 

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” wailed
Jess. Lucy was bent double trying to breathe through hysterical laughter and
Jess was rigid with disbelief that her mother had just puked half a bottle of
vodka all over her best friend.

 

“Lulu…” she whispered in
trepidation, scared to raise her voice any higher. “What shall we do?”

 

George and Leo had exited the pub
to search for Jess and Lucy, but really hoping to find Luc, just as Rachel lost
it. Stopping dead in their tracks at the sight of their pin-up dripping in
vomit, Leo nudged George in the ribs.

 

“Go and grab a couple of towels
– quick! We may never get this opportunity again.”

 

George flew back inside and was
out the door again in seconds clutching two racing green bar towels. Armed with
one each they approached Luc, who was totally bewildered by the whole chaotic
episode. Releasing Rachel from his embrace they proceeded to clean him up,
slowly and thoroughly. Luckily he wasn’t too smelly but the boys were so
infatuated with him they wouldn’t have cared less what state he was in, being
this close and actually touching the man they worshipped was worth it. Swiping
up from ankle to thigh George and Leo cooed softly to Luc sensing he was not a happy
man. Luc didn’t appreciate being thrown up on by Rachel but had already
forgiven her as it gave him the perfect excuse to hold her close. So no he was
not now happy to find she had been snatched away and been replaced by Leo and
George; possibly the two most annoying boys on the planet as far as he was
concerned.

 

“Get a fucking grip, Vincent” Luc
screamed in his head, referring to himself by his surname – something he
only did when he was really, really pissed off.

 

Straightening up to his full 6ft 3
inches – Luc looked down at George and Leo now hovering dangerously close
to his crotch. Clearing his throat and crossing his arms over his chest looking
totally magnificent, they sighed longingly turning their heads up to face his.

 

“Having fun boys?” Luc drawled.
Uncrossing his arms he placed a hand around each of their throats tugging them
none too gently to their feet.

 

“Don’t fucking touch me again” he
roared in their faces. As he released them they grabbed each other and ran off
down the road whooping and catcalling behind them.

 

“You should have learnt by now Lu”
Jess chuckled at him, “any given opportunity and they’ll have a go!”

 

She was sitting one side of her
mum and Lucy was the other side rubbing her back as Rachel held her head in her
hands resting her elbows on her knees groaning softly. Jess dug a bottle of
water out of her bag and made her mum take a long drink and a couple of
paracetamol.

 

“You could do with some of this
too mother!” Jess laughed shoving some minty fresh chewing gum into Rachel’s
mouth while waving a hand in front of her own face. “Nasty…mum; just nasty.”

 

“Where’s the bloody cab?” wondered
Luc out loud yearning to gather Rachel up close to him and make her feel all
better. He also wondered how she’d managed to avoid puking on herself leaving
him suffering in wet jeans. Yuck.

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