Revisiting: The Lester Chronicles 3 Conclusion

Final Episode: Rendezvous in Bali (The Conclusion)

The three men from the bar started to walk towards the hotel just near the apartelle where Hazel and Agnes were staying. I followed them surreptitiously. I did not notice a fourth guy. He was behind me, or so I felt, but when I looked back, he was gone.

Back at the hotel, it was Agnes' turn to feast on Lester romantic advances. Groggy sick that she was, she couldn't resist the kisses and caresses Lester was doing on her. She was giving him a handjob, too weak to even get up and give head, even as Lester finger fucked her. His mouth was busy sucking and licking her nipples while his other hand was caressing her medium sized boobs. Agnes moans increased and her breathing prolonged.

When she could not take it anymore, Agnes pushed Lester's shoulder down, and Lester knew what to do. His lips and tongue slowly worked their way down to her body. Agnes went in a trance in anticipation of Lester's move. Lester began lapping up her soaking pussy, flicking his tongue almost as fast as the flapping of a hummingbird's wings, and sometimes jerking it back and forth like a cobra. Agnes came all too quickly as she gasped for more aire. She grabbed Lester's hair, begging to continue giving her pleasure. Lester then lifted her legs high exposing her slightly shaven cunt, and continued to lick slowly swelling cunt, His tongue continued to hit her clitoris every so often that Agnes came hard this time.

Lester turned her around and slowly began to hump her from behind. He slapped her butt in between the pumps until it got a bit red. Agnes was now in a frenzy, as Lester increased his pumping rhythm. The room was filled with moans of ecstasy. Lester continued to dart his big and sturdy cock in and out of Agnes until she almost passed out cumming.

Hazel was finally awakened by the loud moans on the other side of the room. She dressed up and went out of the room. Agnes was now riding Lester's cock. Hazel moved closer and sat beside him. They kissed even as Hazel caressed his balls. Finally Lester let out a loud moan, but just before he could unleas torrents of his cum, Agnes dismounted and she and Hazel jerked him off. Soon after, the three were locked in a tight embrace and slowely fell into a slumber.
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The three guys I was watching separated. The man with the gun entered the apartelle, the other followed, leaving a guy behind to watch. I sensed burglary in the works so I looked around to search for help, but the streets were empty. I decided to go after the gunman but something hard hit my head and I passed out.

I woke up to the sounds of cries, flesh beating, and moans. Still dizzy from the head bashing I received, I felt my hands were tied to my elbows. I wondered where I was until I heard voices. We were in the girls' room. I turned slowly and found the source of the noise. The men were abusing Hazel and Agnes. I could see their eyes in tears and mouths open in pain, not pleasure. My eyes searched for Lester and I found him unconscious and tied to a chair.

I couldn't tell how long their frantic fucking lasted. They keep changing turns on Agnes and Hazel. Oftentime they were double teamed, one after the other. They were pretty hung. Instead of getting horny myself, I felt pity for the girls.

I could not take this anymore. They were trying to kill the girls. I saw one of them strangling Hazel with a cord while he continuously humped her. Agnes could also be in a worse state, as I knew she was a bit sick. My hands were getting numb trying to remove the knots, but I struggled until my left hand was free. My hand groped for anything, anything I could use as a weapon.

The gunman may have noticed my movement so he went near me and aimed his gun. With one swift stroke I hit his hand with the long piece of wood I found nearby. A shot was fired. The other guys stopped fucking the two hapless ladies and looked. The gunman threw punches at me but I ducked and landed punches to his head and body myself. The men dressed up, leaving the girls and ganged up on me. I couldn't see where the blows were coming but I was not going down without a fight. I was fighting back.

Sirens! Somebody must have alerted the police after the first shot. The guys were scrambling to get out of the house. Guests from the other room started to open their doors, checking the commotion. I limped back towards the room to check on my friends when I heard a scream. There was another shot fired, and I saw a flash of light

Epilogue

The office was quiet when I went back. Gilbert's table was now occupied by another person. All his belongings were neatly packed and placed on the floor. His remains were brought back to the Philippines. I never went to his funeral.

The police never found his killer. Hazel and Agnes, both shocked after the incident, are now back to their countries. We communicate still by text/SMS and email, comforting each other for that painful loss.

I never heard from Girlie, Gilbert's girlfriend. The two might have been quarelling the day Gilbert died.

I found this notebook with all the accounts written. It includes pictures of him and Girlie. They really looked nice together. Someday, I might tell their story, if only to honor my friend's memories.

My name is Lester, and this is my story.