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Pizza Guy - 2
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
***
The further adventures of a well endowed pizza delivery
guy. (MF, voy, mast)
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The blaring techno-pop music jarred me awake. I hate
techno-pop, that’s why I use it force myself out of bed
in the mornings. I lunged across my bedroom and stabbed
at the off switch of my sound system. The relentless
thumping bass cut off and I sighed, wiping the palm of
my hand down my face. The bathroom was my next stop.
I made sure that my half-hard dick was pointed at the
toilet and cut loose. It doesn’t take me long to piss.
I might have an otherwise unremarkable body, but I’m
hung like a horse. Even if my bladder is full to the
point of aching, it gets emptied in a hurry. A girl
once told me that it sounded as if I was emptying a
bucket of water into the toilet.
In the kitchen, I ate a bowl of cereal and set the
coffee maker to work. Then it was time for my shower. I
journeyed back to the bathroom and started the water to
flowing. Taking off the string pants that I sleep in,
my cock arched away from my slim frame, steadily
growing longer and thicker. It knew what was coming.
I have to empty my balls three or four times a day,
otherwise I walk around with a constant, painful hard-
on. And I usually start the day with a hand job in the
shower. I lathered up and while I let the warm water
rinse off the soap, my thoughts went back a week to
when I was taking a shower with three young ladies.
I had delivered a pizza to the trio and one of the
girls had seen my cock in action earlier in the
evening. We had all ended up in the shower together
where I brought two of the sexy teens to multiple
orgasms. My hand traveled up and down the length of my
massive penis as I remembered the feel of those pink
pussies on my cock head. In just a couple of minutes
the pressure at the base of my dick became unbearable.
I aimed my dick at the two inch wide tiles on the far
side of the shower and centered one with a pencil thick
shot of cum.
A dozen more tiles became my targets as I emptied my
huge balls. The torrent of semen wound down until the
last two blobs of cum fell with a splat to the floor of
the shower and washed away down the drain. With that
chore accomplished, I dressed, poured my hot coffee
into a travel mug and headed out to face the day.
I hopped into my Mustang and started for my first
class. I know that it says "Pizza Guy" at the beginning
of this story, but I’m mostly a college student who
only delivers pizzas on the side. I was sipping my
coffee and following the line of cars headed for the
college when a blue light began to flash in my rear
view mirror. I got that sinking feeling that you get
when you’re caught at something, although I couldn’t
figure out what I had been caught at. I certainly
hadn’t been speeding, but I pulled into the parking lot
of a convenience store and awaited my fate.
I watched in my side mirror as the officer emerged from
his car. He appeared to be over six feet tall with
neatly trimmed hair, broad shoulders and he had a waist
that even a skinny guy like me could appreciate. His
uniform was immaculate with razor sharp creases. His
shoes and equipment belt were so highly polished that
they gleamed in the morning sun. He had a craggy face
and one of those chiseled out of granite jaws. He
pulled off his sunglasses as he reached my car, and I
looked up into piercing blue eyes that seemed to be
staring at the back of my skull.
"Is your name Jack?" he asked in a crystal clear
baritone.
"Yes, sir," I managed to say without stammering.
He stuck an immaculately manicured hand in my window
and said, "I’d like to shake your hand, son. That was a
nice piece of work you did last week."
Last week there had been a robbery at the pizza place
where I work. I had managed to follow the crooks back
to their lair. Well, actually it was a cheap rental
unit with crack-house decor. I put the local cops onto
the robbers and became a mini-hero.
I shook the man’s hand. "Thanks, deputy," I said, and
then I managed to read the perfectly squared-up name
tag on his chest, "sorry, I mean Sheriff Vaughn."
The relief I had begun to feel disappeared like a wisp
of smoke in a hurricane. You see, I had been banging
the sheriff’s wife on a regular basis. I hadn’t known
that she was the sheriff’s wife at first. All I had
known was that her name was Ginger and that she was a
pizza delivery guy’s dream come true. When Ginger’s
husband was out of town, she would call for a pie and I
would deliver pizza along with a heavy dose of cock.
After the cops had captured those crooks, I had gone to
the county court house in order to give a statement.
There, I had run into Ginger who was working as an
emergency dispatcher. Ginger had been pissed at her
hubby, and before I could leave the court house, Ginger
had me spraying cum all over the sheriff’s office. I
guess I had been in denial to think that the sheriff
wouldn’t find out who had coated his office with cock
spunk. Now I didn’t know if he was being sarcastic or
actually congratulating me.
"I only wish that we had more good citizens like you,"
he said as he pumped my hand with a manly grip. The
sheriff looked around as if he were afraid that someone
might overhear his next words. His voice lowered to a
confidential level. "Listen, that night at the
courthouse, did you see an unusual number of deputies,
or any sort of group of men?"
My spirits came unstuck from my shoes and started to
rise once again. Obviously, he was investigating the
source of the cum that coated office, but just as
obviously, he didn’t think that it came from skinny,
little me. "I’m not sure how many would be unusual," I
said innocently, "but I think that I saw five or six
guys that night."
The sheriff nodded, and then looked as if he were
considering something. "Hang on just a minute," he
said, and walked back to his cruiser. When he returned,
he was carrying a small black plastic case which he
handed to me. "I have a favor to ask. I have a
surveillance camera and recorder at my home and I have
to go out of town for the weekend. My wife just loves
those pizzas from where you work, and I was hoping that
you could be the one to deliver the pizza. While you’re
there you could change the tape in the recorder for
me."
It was all I could do to keep the look of complete and
utter amazement off my face. I stared at the sheriff
for several seconds and then managed to say, "Couldn’t
your wife or one of your deputies change the tape?" I
asked.
Sheriff Vaughn cleared his throat loudly. "I’d rather
that my wife didn’t know about the camera. It would
just make her nervous. And I don’t want to involve a
deputy. It’s sort of a security thing," he finished
lamely.
"Well, I guess that I could give it a try," I said. I
didn’t really want to do it, but how could I say no?
Clearly, the sheriff was suspicious of his wife. I had
to consider myself lucky. He was like a farmer begging
a fox to keep an eye on his henhouse.
"Good man," said the sheriff, beaming. He told me where
the recorder was hidden, and then praised my good
citizenship until I was at the point of cringing.
My odd conversation with the sheriff stayed on my mind
most of the morning. But warm weather at a college
campus means tons of coeds with bare, shapely legs and
breasts thrusting at tight tee-shirts. By noon my cock
was ready for more action. Since it was Friday, I had a
free hour in my class schedule from noon until one,
which just happened to coincide with the office hours
of my faculty advisor.
I tapped on the door frame to Ms Paplakis’ office. True
to her Greek heritage, Angela Paplakis, my faculty
advisor, had dark, straight hair framing a handsome
face. She was tall and slim and always dressed
conservatively. Today she had on a dark gray, knee-
length skirt with matching jacket and a black blouse. A
thin, silver necklace was around her neck.
She looked up at my knock and smiled. "Hello Jack, how
are you today?"
"Do you have a few minutes?" I asked, knowing very well
that her next class was at one, just like mine.
"Come on in, and close the door," she answered.
I closed the door and made sure that it was locked. I
had barely turned around before I had both arms full of
warm, perfumed female body. Angela had removed her
jacket and her bare arms went around my neck as she
pressed her breasts to my chest. I responded by giving
the inside of her mouth a good tongue lashing.
"I was hoping that you would come by today," she said
breathlessly when our kiss ended.
My dick was already throbbing inside my jockey shorts.
"I’m just glad that you’re not busy."
Angela checked her watch. "Well, I do have a twelve-
thirty," she said with an apologetic smile.
"We better get to it then," I said as I kicked off my
shoes and dropped my pants and shorts to the floor. My
cock swung out and up, jutting from my groin like
another limb. Angela skinned out of her panty hose and
neatly laid them along with her skirt on the back of
her desk chair.
"Come here baby," she cooed to my dick. She ran her
hand up my cum tube and was rewarded with a palm full
of clear, oily fluid. "Let’s get you all slicked up."
She proceeded to smear the stuff all over my dick,
paying particular attention to my doorknob sized head.
She playfully flicked my nose with a cum-wet finger and
announced, "I think we’re ready." She led me by the
dick over to her desk, where she braced herself with
one hand and pulled the head of my cock against her
pretty, pink pussy lips. I eased about nine inches of
rigid dick into the depths of her cunt. There’s nothing
like the feeling of that hot, moist flesh. I put my
hands on my hips, spread my feet apart and proceeded to
fuck Angela like a machine.
"Yeah, that’s it, Jack," she moaned. Angela’s forehead
was on her desk, one hand stroked her nipples and the
other tweaked her clit. After pounding her pussy for a
couple of minutes, Angela had her first orgasm, and not
long after, she had numbers two through whatever. I was
beginning to feel the warm swell of blood in the head
of my cock that signaled my own climax, when someone
began tapping on the opaque glass of the office door.
I jerked in surprise, sending too much steel hard dick
into Angela. She squeaked and gave me a hard look over
her shoulder. I shrugged and grimaced in apology.
Whoever was at the door, tapped again, only harder.
"I’m in conference," Angela managed to say in a loud
but calm voice. I know, I know, she passed up the
chance to use the old ‘I’m cumming’ gag, but of course
she wasn’t in the thralls of orgasm at that point.
"It’s Dr. Jones," called an impatient, masculine voice
from the other side of the door. Dr. Jones was Angela’s
boss, the head of her department.
She lunged off my dick as if it was suddenly
electrified, and then she turned and looked at me in a
panic. "He’s my twelve-thirty," she whispered. "He’s
early."
I thought, what the hell. It’s not as if he was going
to break down the door. I gestured at my still
petrified dick that was dripping pre-cum on the office
floor. After all, she’d had her jollies, and now it was
my turn. Angela grimaced and turned back to her desk.
She plucked a half-dozen tissues from a box and clamped
them over the end of my cock. Frantically, she began to
jerk me off with her free hand. "Just finishing up, Dr.
Jones," she called out over my shoulder.
I found the whole situation pretty sexy. Sort of like
screwing your girlfriend while her father is watching
television in the next room. I tried to hold back, just
to tease Angela, but in less than a minute I was
shooting my load into those tissues. I rocketed a dozen
shots of cum into Angela’s palm. Unfortunately, she
wasn’t using enough tissues so Angela ended up with a
pulpy mess in her cupped hands. But several fresh
tissues later, her hands were clean and we were busy
getting dressed.
Angela gave a last tug to her pantyhose, flopped her
skirt into place and took a seat in her desk-chair as I
unlocked her office door. "She’s all yours, Doc," I
said as I bowed Dr. Jones into Angela’s office. He gave
me a hard stare as he passed me in the doorway. I stuck
out my tongue to the back of his head, and gave the
doctor a pair of horns with my fingers as he walked
into the room. Angela was trying to stifle a laugh as I
closed the door and left.
My last class wasn’t finished until four, and when it
was over, I threw my books into the back of my car and
headed to work. It was Friday, and that’s always a big
night for pizza deliveries. There was the usual flurry
of orders around the dinner hour and then things
tapered off. Around seven I got a delivery to a local
inn. That was a bit unusual since the inn had its own
kitchen, and if the guests ordered out it was usually
from one of the chain pizza places.
You never know what to expect when delivering to an inn
or motel. Usually it’s just a weary couple who don’t
want to hassle with a restaurant. Sometimes it’s a fat
guy in his underwear who can’t wait to dig into the
extra-large pie he’s ordered. Sometimes it’s college
students who have the wild, screaming munchies and ask
if I want to take a toke off a Cuban cigar-sized hunk
of weed. And rarely, it’s a shapely female who answers
the door.
Bucking the odds, that’s exactly who greeted me at the
door to her room in the inn. Now I don’t expect to
screw every woman I deliver a pizza to, far from it.
But that doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate good
looks. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, with
blonde hair in that short, purposely unkempt style. She
was wearing a red, sleeveless, knit top over white
slacks that showed off her nice ass as she walked away
from the door. "Would you put it on the table?" she
asked.
I stepped into the room and saw that she was not alone.
There was a brunette sitting on one of beds. She was
dressed a bit more provocatively than her friend. She
was wearing a white halter top that left a bare midriff
above a pair of navy, hip-hugging capris.
"That’s sixteen dollars and ninety-three cents," I
said, giving the blonde a friendly smile. She turned to
her purse and began the process of digging out her
wallet.
The woman on the bed said, "Is your name Jack? Are you
the delivery guy who caught those two robbers last
week?"
I was surprised. It was a small time crime that didn’t
even make the front page of the local paper. My
exploits had been eclipsed by a multi-car accident
caused by a wandering cow. "I didn’t catch anyone. I
just pointed the cops in the right direction," I told
the brunette modestly. "How do you know about it?"
"Could we have a few minutes of your time to talk about
the robbery, and you can keep the change." said the
blonde as she handed me a fifty dollar bill.
I glanced at the bill with raised eyebrows and stuck it
in my pocket. "I suppose I can spare a few minutes," I
said.
"Please, have a seat," said the brunette as she
gestured to the double bed opposite the one on which
she sat. "You can call me Annette and this is Gidget."
"Just a couple of surfer girls," I said with a smile to
let her know that I got the joke; they didn’t want to
use their real names. I sat and the blonde took a seat
next to me. She sat close enough so that our bodies
rocked together momentarily as she settled down.
"We represent some friends of the accused. You know
they were just a couple of kids who got drunk and used
some bad judgment," said Annette.
"They committed armed robbery," I protested.
"They used a starter’s pistol, and it wasn’t even
loaded," said Gidget.
"Look, I’m not sure about the law, but I’m sure that
will be taken into account," I said.
Annette went on to explain how the young men came from
good homes. They’d left home for a fling, gotten drunk
and then one thing led to another. The starter pistol
was owned by one of the fathers who used it as he timed
high school football games from his wheelchair.
I finally threw up my hands and said, "OK, OK, I’m
officially sorry for those guys, but what can I do? I
gave my statement to the police the night of the
robbery."
Gidget put her hand on my shoulder and then slid it
down my back until it was resting on my ass. "The boys’
lawyer could come by and depose you on what happened.
All you’d have to say is that you forgot to tell the
police that you lost sight of the van for a minute. And
that, no, you can’t be absolutely one hundred percent
sure that the van you led the police to was the one
that you saw at the pizza place. Those boys won’t be
getting away with anything. Your statement will allow
the lawyer some wiggle room during plea bargaining."
I’m sure that I looked indecisive and uneasy. Gidget
slid her hand under my tee-shirt and I could feel her
hot hand on my back. "We can make it worth your while
to help us," she breathed into my ear. She probably
thought that a non-hunk like me would be overwhelmed by
the attentions of a good looking female. Well, she was
partially right. I could feel the snake in my pants as
it began to uncoil; and the issue of the two boy-
robbers began to fade into a mist of hormones.
Annette scooted off her bed and knelt at my feet. She
parted my knees with her hands and then moved them up
my thighs. She unzipped my pants and put her hand on
the base of my rapidly expanding cock. Gidget had
stopped whispering in my ear; now she was sucking on my
earlobe and running her moist tongue around the shell
of my ear. She advanced to kissing my cheek and moved
on to my lips. When we finally got around to swapping
tongues, I pulled her down with me as I lay back on the
bed.
With the weight off of my ass, Annette was able to pull
down my pants and jockey shorts. "Holy shit," she
gasped as my hunk of meat made its appearance. "Look at
this," she said to her friend. She grabbed the lower
half of my cock and flopped the upper half from one
side to the other.
Gidget’s tongue made a slurping sound as she removed it
from the depths of my mouth. Her eyes went wide when
she saw the mass of cock that Annette was heaving
about. "Holy shit is right," said Gidget with awe in
her voice. "That thing’s huge."
As the two women watched, my dick continued to lengthen
and fill until it Annette could no longer hold it in
one hand. It finally came to rest on my stomach as both
women petted it and ooh’d and ah’d at its size. "Why
don’t we all get naked?" I suggested helpfully.
The two women glanced at each other and in about one
minute we had piled our clothes on one bed and our
bodies on the other. I lay on my back in the center of
the mattress with the ladies on both sides. "I found it
so I get it first," announced Annette cheerfully as she
straddled my hips. She had a nice, compact body with
full breasts and hips.
Gidget propped up her head with one hand as she watched
her friend rub my doorknob-sized cock head up and down
her pussy lips. She rubbed her free hand absently along
my chest and said, "You shouldn’t have any trouble
fitting that thing in your loose cunt."
Annette stuck her tongue out at her friend as she
finally managed to work my cock head into her slippery
pussy. "Oh, yes," she moaned as several inches of rock
hard dick pushed its way in. I let her take as little
or as much as she wanted. In a minute she was humping
away, cupping her tits in her hands.
Gidget was back to swabbing my tonsils. I had the
feeling that she was getting a little horny. She was
taller and thinner than Annette. She had the legs of a
runner and looked as if she spent time in a gym. Her
tits were average, but as the old joke goes – more than
a handful is just a waste. She mewled into my mouth
every time I tweaked her nipple with my finger and
thumb. "You’re not going to let her have all of that
delicious cock, are you?" she asked between moans of
pleasure.
"There’s plenty to go around. How would you like to sit
on my face for a little warm up?" I offered.
"Oh, baby," said Gidget as she maneuvered her fragrant
slit over my lips.
I spread her vaginal lips and speared my tongue right
to her clit. At this point I didn’t think that she was
too concerned about loving caresses. In moments, Gidget
was leaning against the wall at the head of the bed.
She was humping her puss around on my face as I fought
to keep my tongue on her little joy buzzer. Meanwhile,
back at my dick, Annette was bouncing around like a kid
riding a toy. She was having orgasms – lots of them
according to feel of her rippling pussy on my cock. She
was doing her best to get me off as well, but I wanted
to give Gidget a turn, so I just concentrated on eating
her slick cunt.
Suddenly, I felt a painful wrench at my groin. Annette
had fallen off her toy. My cock bent sideways and then
sprang free of her clinging pussy, slinging pre-cum and
pussy juice all over the place. "My turn," said Gidget
, tapping me on the top of my head. We rearranged
ourselves across the bed. Annette was content to lie at
the foot of the bed and watch as Gidget got on her
back, her legs spread wide.
I stuffed my swollen cock in Gidget’s pussy. "Oh fuck,
oh fuck, oh fuck," panted Gidget. She had her legs over
my shoulders and I was shagging her as fast as I could
go. The girls had been popping orgasms like a string of
firecrackers, and now it was my turn. The head of my
cock swelled, and then I was pumping out waves of cum.
I planted a half-dozen blasts in Gidget’s hot pussy,
and then I pulled it out. I don’t know why. It wasn’t
like I was finished or anything. I spewed cum all over
Gidget’s tits and tummy. Then I turned to Annette and
gave her a rope of creamy stuff right in the face. With
a shriek of laughter, she turned her head, catching
more of my load on her cheek. Cum was dripping off her
hands onto the sheets before I was through.
"Look at all this shit," said Giget with disgust as she
rubbed at the cum on her tits. "We’re going to get
cleaned up." She and Annette headed for the bathroom.
I used a bed sheet to clean off my softening dick. I
got dressed and grabbed my pizza carrier. I was almost
to the door when Gidget stepped out of the bathroom and
threw her arm across my path. I sensed that she had
just been waiting to make a dramatic move. "Nice fuck,
Jack," she said with a tight smile, "now how about our
deal?"
I was hoping to get out of there without committing to
anything, but Gidget was back to all business. Even
naked, she looked cool and intimidating. "Let me think
on it," I said hesitantly. "Tell you what, I’ll come
back tomorrow about this time. We’ll split a pizza and
talk it over."
She peered into my eyes, and then she reached out to
straighten the collar on my shirt. "OK," she said as
she patted her hand on my chest. "Just remember that
all of our discussions stay strictly between the three
of us."
"Absolutely," I said, trying to sound as reassuring as
I could.
Gidget lowered her hands and stood aside. "Don’t let us
down," she said in a level tone as I went out the door.
I’m hardly a deep thinker, but it was pretty obvious
that changing my account of the robbery could have
consequences. On the other hand, not changing my story
could have its own consequences. Those two women looked
as if they could take care of business in more ways
than one. I figured that they were willing to track me
down and beat me into submission, and I don’t mean beat
in the masturbatory sense of the word either.
When I got back to the pizza place, my other problem
reared its ugly head. Ginger had ordered a pizza and it
was ready for delivery. As I drove to her house, I
tried to think this one through. Her husband had a
surveillance camera on her, and I was supposed to help
him out by changing the recording tape. Where was the
camera? Would I give myself away by saying something to
Ginger? Of course my most important decision was should
I give up a hot fuck by just handing the pizza to
Ginger and running away?
I turned off the public road and stopped at the end of
Ginger’s drive. I pulled the pizza box from its warmer
and scribbled a note on top. Then I drove on to her
house. Ginger met me at her back door. She was wearing
her usual frumpy bathrobe and slippers. My dick gave a
lurch. It knew that under that robe was one willing
body.
"Pizza, ma’am," I said loudly, holding out the box and
thumping my scribbled note lightly with my thumb.
Ginger gave me a look, but then she saw the note. She
read it as she turned and put the pizza on a counter
just inside the door. Then she kicked off her slippers
and led me twenty feet away from her house into her
backyard. "What do you mean, I’m under surveillance?"
she asked in a severe tone.
I told her all about my conversation with her husband,
the sheriff. "Where’s the recorder?" she asked when I
finished.
I looked around and pointed at a shed that was at the
end of their drive. The sheriff had figured that I
could slip in there as I turned my car around to leave.
"It must be in there," I told Ginger.
She strode off across the lawn and I had to hurry to
catch up. The shed had a rock foundation with wooden
walls and a tin roof. We stepped inside and Ginger
flipped on a light. There were the usual garden tools
and a workbench with a couple of electrical outlets. A
power cord went from one of the outlets to the back of
a wall cabinet. "He said it was in this cabinet," I
said. I opened the door and saw the dark boxy shape of
some electronics behind a couple of paint cans.
"Let me see," she said. I stepped aside and she moved
the cans. She pushed at a couple of buttons and a tiny
TV screen glowed into life in one corner of the
recorder. Looking at the screen, it took me a second to
understand the perspective, but then I recognized the
bed in Ginger’s bedroom. She grunted and said, "I guess
that’s to be expected."
"Do you think that’s the only camera?" I asked. After
all, Ginger and I only used her bed when we weren’t
bent over some other piece of furniture in her house.
"Yes," she said with an exasperated sigh. "The county
has only the one camera and recorder. I know because
I’m the one who got it from the feds. She turned to me
and grinned. She took off her robe to reveal a lacy,
navy teddy that showed all of her legs and provided
some fantastically erotic support to her tits. "Don’t
worry, I can take care of my husband."
Thoughts of her husband flowed out of my brain as the
blood flowed into my cock. She put her hands on my
cheeks and drew my face near. A second later her tongue
was swabbing the inside of my mouth. I responded by
caressing her ass and pulling her hips hard against my
growing meat. Our tongues fought it out for a couple of
minutes. My face became wet from nose to chin, and my
cock became an inflamed hunk of iron in my pants.
We parted and Ginger began to tear at my belt. "In
here?" I asked in a husky voice.
She grinned at me. "Why not? We’ve done it everywhere
else."
I couldn’t argue with that logic, so I simply watched
as Ginger pulled down my pants and shorts. My cock
swung up and out, eager for action. It was long and
thick, and on my skinny frame, it looked absolutely
enormous. She drew the head of my cock against the
sheer, smooth material of her teddy and ground her flat
tummy against the sensitive underside of my twitching
dick.
"Oh, babe, that feels like heaven," I moaned. I pulled
down the cup of one of her tits just enough to expose
the nipple, and ran my thumb over the rough, erect
surface. Now it was her turn to moan in pleasure.
The slick material rubbing on my dick was maddening.
"If we keep this up, I’m going to hose down that nice
piece of lingerie," I panted.
"We better get to fucking then," Ginger said with a
laugh. She turned and bent over, steadying herself on
the workbench. She waved her tight buns at me as she
pulled aside the thin strip of material that covered
her pussy. It seemed to be my day for doing it doggie
style, but I certainly didn’t have any complaints. A
well timed dollop of lubricating precum washed over the
head of my doorknob sized cock head. I bent my shaft
down to the required angle and eased my first nine
inches into Ginger’s cozy cunt.
"Mmmm, I never get tired of this," said Ginger as she
whipped her hips back and forth. I hardly had to move.
Ginger frantically humped and twisted around on my
cock. She managed to have a couple of orgasms before my
balls gave up a generous load. There was a puddle of
cum and pussy juice between her legs by the time my
cock emptied.
After cleaning up, Ginger became all business. She had
me retrieve the spare tape that the sheriff had given
to me. I placed the fresh tape in the recorder and left
the old one on top of the machine. By the time I walked
into the kitchen, Ginger was pulling hot pizza from the
microwave. "I closed the bedroom door so we can talk,"
she said as she poured two glasses of wine.
I wolfed down three slices of pizza while Ginger
nibbled at her lone piece. I took a long drink of wine
and said, "Look, it’s none of my business, but what’s
going on between you and your husband?"
"He thinks that I’m having an affair."
"You are," I said with a leer.
Ginger gave me a condescending smile and said, "We’re
having lots of fantastic sex, but it’s not an affair."
I couldn’t argue with that. There was a ton of lust
between us, but not an ounce of romantic love. "The
other day you said that you thought he had something
going on with one of his female deputies."
She shrugged. "He’s all good looks and charm, and he
can’t help but flirt with every woman he meets. Some of
those women flirt right back, and then one thing leads
to another. I just ignore the stuff that goes on out of
town, but that little deputy thing pissed me off.
That’s why I had you spraying cum all over his office
the other night."
"I almost had a heart attack when he stopped me this
morning," I said.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I can’t
believe that he asked you to change that tape. How did
he know that you wouldn’t run to a reporter with that
story?"
"You know," I said, "your husband looks like he belongs
on a recruiting poster for law enforcement personnel,
but you talk like he’s not very bright."
"Oh, he’s average I guess, but we have political
ambitions – using my brains and his charm - and we need
to be a team," Ginger said.
"So how did you two get together?" I asked as I reached
for another piece of pizza.
"Well, I was with the FBI and met Dirk when he was an
officer in a small resort town. I think we both knew
that we we’re going to end up in bed from hello. I was
based in a nearby city, but we would get together at a
motel – his uncle ran the place – whenever we could."
*
Ginger swirled her finger over her clit, as Dirk
pounded his cock into her wet pussy. She leaned forward
and let her breasts brush over his heavily muscled
chest. He’s built like a Greek god, Ginger told herself
not for the first time. With her weight off his hips,
Dirk increased the speed of his fucking until his cock
was a blur of motion.
Ginger shuddered through her orgasm. She buried her
face against his shoulder and reveled in the highly
erotic smell of cologne and sweat. When the spasms in
her pussy subsided, she straightened up once more and
put her weight above his plunging cock. Dirk was
reduced to shoving her weight into the air on every
stroke.
"Bitch," he growled at her. She stuck out her tongue at
him. He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arm around her
back and grabbing her ass with his free hand. She
squealed and laughed as he bounced her up and down on
his dick like a live, warm jack off toy. Grunting and
straining, he spent his load in her tight puss, and
then he collapsed back on the bed. Ginger swooped down
and sucked his cock into her mouth before it could even
begin to get soft.
"Enough woman," moaned Dirk. He brought his wrist up
and looked at his watch. "Three times on one lunch hour
is enough."
Ginger let the limp dick fall from her lips. Even she
didn’t think that he was going to get it up again. But
there was no harm in letting him think that he couldn’t
wear her out. She rolled over on her side and watched
as he dressed back into his dark blue uniform. He had
the chiseled body of an athlete and the rugged good
looks of a matinee idol.
He could be awfully sweet. His charisma made him a
natural leader, even if he wasn’t the brightest guy in
the world. Ginger figured that he could be the next
police chief of this little berg, if he put his mind to
it. She rolled off the bed and picked up her panties
from where she’d flung them an hour earlier.
"Two-five is ten-eight," she heard Dirk say into his
radio, telling his dispatcher that he was available.
Ginger looked over her shoulder and saw that Dirk was
once more completely dressed, neat as a pin and
checking his watch. "How do you do that?" she asked,
sounding annoyed.
"Do what?"
"Look like you just stepped off of a parade ground,"
she said.
Dirk looked down at his clothes. "Well, I didn’t toss
them all over the room to begin with," he said as he
gestured at her clothing that lay scattered over the
bed and floor.
"I think you sort of missed the idea of acting with
wild sexual abandon," she mused. "Where’s my other
shoe?"
"Here," said Dirk. He picked up the sensible pump and
tossed it across the bed to her. He was about to say
something else when his radio came to life. The
dispatcher rattled off codes and other information too
quickly and softly for Ginger to understand, but she
saw Dirk stiffen in surprise. He acknowledged the call.
"There’s a robbery at Blue Mountain Trust, I’ve got to
roll," he said moving to the door.
"I’ll be right behind you," said Ginger, hastily
buttoning her blouse.
Dirk was roaring out of the motel parking lot in his
patrol car just as she emerged from the room. She
sprinted to her own car and threw open the trunk. She
grabbed a bulletproof vest with FBI emblazoned on the
back it in bright yellow from the trunk and put it on.
Reaching back into the trunk, she pulled out a twelve-
gauge pump action shotgun and worked a shell into the
firing chamber. Then she hopped into her car and took
off. She drove more slowly than Dirk had. After all,
she didn’t have all the lights and siren that he was
using.
Blue Mountain Trust was only a half-mile away, and she
would be there in just a minute, but Ginger used the
time to go over what she knew about the small bank. And
small was the operative word. The bank consisted of one
thirty-foot trailer that sat on a narrow piece of land
next to a four-lane highway and perched above a narrow
creek.
There was a small parking lot next to the bank, and
from there customers could enter the front door, or
there was a ramp for the disabled to use on the side of
the trailer that faced the creek. Effectively, Blue
Mountain Trust had a back door. One that a thief might
use if the cops showed up earlier than he’d planned.
Ginger was only half way to the bank when she braked
hard and swerved her car left across a bridge and onto
a narrow residential road. This road paralleled the
four-lane. In a minute she had parked in front of
someone’s vacation home. She ran around the house and
through a patch of woods that sloped down to the creek.
She knew that she was roughly opposite Blue Mountain
Trust.
She stopped to look around. To her right the ground
from the trailer was steep and rocky, but to her front
and left there was a gentler slope. She figured that if
the robber or robbers had ducked out the back of the
bank, then they would come her way. Ideally, cops
approach bank robberies silently. They want the robbers
out of the bank and in the open before they attempt an
arrest. But Dirk had gone tearing down the road with
his siren wailing. She just hoped that he hadn’t
created a hostage situation.
Her speculations came to an end when she saw movement
in the trees across the creek. The lone man moving
furtively through the trees couldn’t have looked more
like a bank robber. He was wearing a baseball cap
pulled down low and sun glasses. He was carrying a
bulging canvas bag in one hand and a pistol in the
other. Ginger crept a few paces to her left and stopped
behind a broad oak tree where she could follow the
robber without being seen. She stood frozen in place as
the robber hesitated only briefly before he stepped
into the shallow water of the creek.
On TV and in the movies people are constantly waiting
until just the right dramatic moment to chamber a round
into their weapons. The writers, directors and whoever
seem to be in love with that menacing, mechanical
noise. In real life, only an idiot would wait until the
last second to be able to fire his weapon. On the other
hand, the click-clack of a shotgun being charged can
definitely have a psychological effect, and Ginger knew
it.
She stepped out from behind the tree, ratcheted another
shell through the shotgun and yelled, "FREEZE, FEDERAL
AGENT," all at the same time.
Faced with the prospect of receiving a chest full of
steel balls, the robber tried to stop in midstream.
Unfortunately for him, the slick rocks in the creek-bed
didn’t cooperate. His feet flew into the air. His gun
arced away in one direction, and the bag of money flew
in another. The back of his head hit the rocks in the
creek with a thud, and he lay groaning as the shallow
water flowed around his sprawled body.
"Ouch," said Ginger in mock sympathy. She heard
footsteps and raised her weapon, but it was Dirk who
appeared on the other side of the creek. She was
satisfied to see that he had collected at least a few
specks of mud on his shoes.
"I forgot the back door on the bank," Dirk said with an
I’ve-screwed-up-again look on his face.
Ginger thoughtfully propped the butt of the shotgun on
her hip. She studied Dirk for a few seconds and said,
"You didn’t mess up. In fact, with brilliant foresight,
you sent me down here to cover that back door."
Dirk looked back at her with a quizzical smile on his
face.
*
Back in her kitchen Ginger said, "After that, I
mentored Dirk through his election to police chief and
then the bigger job of county sheriff. I quit the
Bureau and we got married a few years ago. I have the
local politicos all set to back him in a run for
Congress."
"Wow," I said. "You’re a regular power behind the
throne kind of gal."
"I know," said Ginger with a smile. She stretched out a
bare foot and massaged the cock in my pants with her
toes. "I wonder why he doesn’t trust me?"
"I can’t imagine why," I said with a grin. I took
Ginger’s foot in hand and began to massage its sole
with my thumbs. Tasteful and / or expensive gifts will
go a long was with the ladies, but a good foot rub
doesn’t cost anything and can be just as effective, at
least in the short run. After a day in fashionable
shoes, most women would rather have her feet massaged
than their clit. From a guys point of view the idea is
to leave her thoroughly relaxed and appreciative. As I
worked on first one of her feet and then the other, I
told her about my experience with Gidget and Annette.
Well, I didn’t mention the sex. I didn’t think it was
appropriate since Ginger’s pussy was winking at me from
underneath her robe, and my cock was beginning to stir
once more.
Ginger nodded, knowingly. "I think I know who you’re
talking about. They’re a couple of private
investigators and bounty hunters. You’ve gotten
yourself mixed up with a couple of hard-ass lesbians."
"Oh really," I said. I started to protest that Annette
and Gidget certainly hadn’t acted like lesbians,
although I could have testified as to the hardness of
Annette’s ass. "So how do I handle this?"
"Let me give it some thought," said Ginger. "Sometimes
you can use one problem to solve another one."
I wasn’t sure what she meant, but my mind had wandered
away from my problems. I stood up and dropped my pants
to the floor. My cock hadn’t fully recovered; it
actually had a bit of an arch to it. I waggled it in
front of Ginger’s lips and said, "While you’re
thinking, here’s something else you can work on."
She wrapped both hands around my shaft and began to
jerk me off while she kissed and licked at my cock-
head. After a couple of minutes of that action my dick
was back to its proper steel shaft condition. She gave
its head a big smack and said, "That’s better, now
you’re all stiff and ready for me." She stood and
pushed the pizza box aside. Then she bent over the
kitchen table, grabbing both sides of in her hands as
if the thing might take off and fly around the room.
My dick bobbed around after her ass like an eager
puppy. When she stopped moving, I flipped up her robe
and worked the head of my cock into her already
thoroughly wet pussy. I gave her a slow but powerful
thrust until she began to squirm, then I began to give
her my patented I-can-do-this-all-night stroking.
"Oh, baby, that’s too good," she moaned. She rested her
cheek on the table and let me do all the work. I didn’t
mind, especially when I saw the results. Her knuckles
turned white and she desperately held on to the table
as an orgasm swept through her body. A minute later she
was cumming again and again until she passed into that
blissful state of perpetual orgasm. I could tell
because her eyes had glazed over and there was a little
puddle of drool forming on the table.
Well, it’s not all about her, I thought. I sped up my
fucking until my balls emptied their usual tidal flow
of juice. The stuff squirted out of Ginger’s pussy and
ran down her legs. It was just my regular mind-blowing,
cum filled orgasm.
We cleaned up and got dressed once more. She had me
mopping the kitchen floor – hey, being a stud isn’t all
hot babes and cum spewing orgasms – while she sipped
thoughtfully on a glass of wine. "I have an idea," she
said.
"Oh?" I said and stroked the mop handle suggestively.
"Not that," she said, crossing her legs. "you’ve worn
me out for the evening. I was talking about our little
problems. Now rinse that out and let’s talk."
*
The middle of the following afternoon I was back at the
inn where Gidget and Annette were staying. I was
humming the theme to ‘Mission Impossible’ under my
breath as I approached the delivery entrance for the
kitchen. I was about to infiltrate the place.
Actually, there wasn’t much drama to my infiltration.
All I had to do was wave and say hi to the smokers who
were lounging around the door, and then I was in. I
skirted around the back of the kitchen, wincing at the
din. Unless you’ve worked in a large kitchen, it’s hard
to appreciate how every noise bounces off all that
stainless steel and tile.
I went through another door, and then I was into the
relative quiet of the inn’s business offices. I passed
several closed doors; it was Saturday and most of the
office workers were off. But the door I was interested
in was still open. I peeked around the corner into that
office and saw my target, Ms. Lisa Brown.
You see, I had worked here the previous summer. I had
been a desk clerk and general flunky. Lisa had been the
senior clerk on our shift. She had shown me the ropes
and I d had shown her the joys of handling my massive
meat. At the end of the summer I moved on to college
and she became the evening assistant manager of the
inn.
Since I had to study and deliver pizza in the evenings,
we stopped seeing one another. An arrangement she
wasn’t too happy about, but it suited me. She had one
really irritating habit. In casual company, and
especially when in sexual ecstasy, Lisa would lapse
into a high nasal voice that would have a Minnie Mouse
fan scrabbling for earplugs.
I stuck my head in the office door and said, "Hi,
Lisa."
Her head jerked up and for a second I thought that she
was going to break out in a big grin, however she just
gave me a cool look and said, "Hello, Jack," in a low
alto.
Well, I had expected that. She was using her business
tone that, if you heard her on a telephone, made you
think of a tall brunette with sultry eyes and legs that
went all the way down. Unfortunately, that wasn’t Lisa.
She was about five-feet nothing with mousy brown hair
and glasses. At least she had a pleasant face and a
slim figure. Plus, she had lips that could suck the
chrome off a car bumper; my dick had suffered the
hickies to prove it.
I was ready for a less than warm reception from Lisa.
Usually, I kept my dick corralled inside a pair of
jockey shorts in order to hold down the bulge factor.
But right now I had my cock sticking through that
little flap in my underwear. It was uncomfortable, but
it looked as if I was hiding a big sausage in my loose
cargo pants.
I went into the office, closing the door behind me, and
perched on the edge of Lisa’s desk. "How’s it been
going?" I asked.
She glanced down at my crotch, but her eyes quickly
jerked upward and she was looking me in the eye when
she said, "Fine, how about you?"
We chatted for a few minutes, talking about the people
and experiences that we had in common. My dick got
harder every time her eyes swept over the long lump in
my pants. Lisa crossed her arms and sat back in her
chair. Cocking her head to one side she said, "I’d like
to think that you came by just to see me, but what’s
up?"
"That’s pretty obvious," I said with a grin, reaching
down and squeezing the head of my cock through my
pants. "But I did come to ask a favor."
"What sort of favor?" she asked. Her eyes were locked
on my pants. She could actually see the material
balloon to the side. Her voice had slipped into the
whine that hadn’t improved since the last time I’d seen
her. Well, at least I knew that I was on the right
track.
"I have a couple of aunt’s staying here," I lied. "I
was hoping that we could get them out of their room for
a few minutes so that my family could play a little
joke on them."
"Joke? What sort of joke?" she asked. Lisa looked at me
suspiciously.
"No one’s going to trash the room," I assured her.
"It’s just a little inside family joke. My aunts won’t
even mention it."
She didn’t look entirely convinced. "And how am I
supposed to get them out of the room, have a fire
drill?"
I stood and leaned across her body so that I could use
the keyboard of her computer. My cock rested against
her upper arm as I tapped the keys. "I was thinking of
something more subtle than that," I said.
I still remembered how to work the software for
reservations and guest charges the inn used. Most
people aren’t aware that a reserve is put on their
credit card for the cost of their entire stay the
second they check into a hotel or motel. A clerk or
manager can increase that reserve if they think that
the guest will run up a large bill. I brought up the
room where Gidget and Annette were staying and changed
the reserve until it was flagged for action.
"Now all you have to do is call their room and ask them
to come to the desk and resolve this credit card
problem."
Lisa huffed. "You know how people get pissed when you
question their credit," she said.
"They’re a couple of real sweethearts," I lied again.
"Just keep them at the desk for a few minutes, then you
can discover this mistake I’ve just made and offer them
a free drink in the bar."
For a second, I thought that she was going to turn me
down, but then she reached up and squeezed my cock.
"One good turn deserves another," she said.
"Absolutely," I agreed with a grin. I unzipped my pants
and gave my dick a painful tug to get it out into the
open.
"Mmmm…I’ve missed this," whispered Lisa as she stroked
my cock from the flaring head on down to where it
disappeared into my pants. It was time to pay for my
favor. I eased Lisa’s glasses from her face and bent
down to give her a soft kiss. She threw her arms around
my neck and yanked until our noses were smashed flat,
and our tongues were practically tied in knots. I
reached down and fondled her breast.
Unfortunately, from experience I knew that those mounds
on her chest were mostly padding so I moved on and slid
my hand underneath the short skirt she was wearing. She
scooted forward in her chair until her skirt was in her
lap and my fingers were at the crotch of her panties. I
massaged her clit while she tried to swallow my tongue.
In less than a minute Lisa’s thighs snapped around my
hand and quivered as she came.
I had been bent over that chair for a while now, and my
back was beginning to scream at me. My dick was in
danger of going from its usual steel-rod state to that
of a softer iron bar. "Let’s swap places," I said,
"it’s time for the old rocking chair."
Lisa looked up at me through lust glazed eyes and
smiled. I helped her up and she languorously pulled off
her panties as I sat down. My dick stuck into the air
like a fleshy pole. I steadied Lisa as she threw a leg
over my thighs and worked the head of my cock into her
wet cunt. We grasped one another’s wrists and she threw
her legs over the arms of the chair. To say that Lisa
looked impaled on my massive meat was an
understatement. Her pussy was a deliciously tight fit
around my cock. I was beginning to wonder why I had
walked away from such a hot fuck.
"Oh, Jack, this is too much," whined Lisa in a voice
that only a dog could truly appreciate.
Oh yeah, that was one good reason. But that didn’t
matter right now. We rocked back and forth in a nice
erotic rhythm. Lisa lay back, resting most of her
weight on my legs. It wasn’t long before her eyes
rolled up in her head and she was floundering around on
my cock, experiencing one orgasm after the other.
I wasn’t immune to the feel of all that hot pussy
twisting around on my cock. I gave Lisa’s arms a jerk
and said, "Lisa, baby, I’m going to cum." She roused
herself to climb down and grab my cock in both hands.
She barely managed to get her mouth into place before I
cut loose a torrent of cream. Like I said, that girl
was a sucking machine. I thought that she was going to
turn me inside-out as she drained my balls without
spilling a drop.
Minutes later, I tugged the zipper of my pants closed
and watched as Lisa perched her glasses back on her
face and combed her fingers through her hair. "Now it’s
your turn," I prompted her.
She made a face, but then she smiled and ran the tip of
her tongue around her lips like a kid making sure that
he got all the ice cream. "I guess that was worth it,"
she said. She made the call.
I’m not sure whether she talked to Gidget or Annette,
but Lisa soon had one of them coming to the front desk
of the inn. Lisa started to leave her office. I pointed
to a metal cabinet affixed to the wall behind her desk.
"I’ll need one of the spare keys so that I can get into
their room," I said. I knew that they were kept in that
cabinet.
Lisa pulled a ring of keys from her desk and opened the
wall cabinet. She selected a key from the dozens
hanging there and held it up at face level. "Make sure
you bring this back," she said seductively, managing to
maintain that irritating pitch, "when we go for round
two."
"I’ll bring it back. You just keep both of my aunts out
of their room for a few minutes."
The front desk was just a few steps farther down the
hallway outside Lisa’s office. I stood where I could
see people approaching from across the lobby. A minute
later Annette appeared and passed from my view toward
the front desk. I heard her voice raised in outrage,
but there didn’t seem to be too much drama. More
minutes passed and I saw Gidget striding across the
lobby. That was my cue to move. I pulled my cell-phone
from my pocket and dialed a number. "It’s a go," I said
as soon as the other person answered.
I walked briskly back through the kitchen and down a
set of stairs to a basement maintenance area. I jogged
the width of the building and then began my climb up
the emergency stairs. I didn’t want to take a chance of
having to wait on the inn’s single elevator. I was
pretty much sucking wind as I reached the fourth floor
where my supposed aunts were staying. I got to do
something more aerobic than screwing, I told myself as
I opened the door.
Ginger was waiting for me in the hallway. She had a bag
slung over one shoulder, "You should take up jogging,"
she said as I approached, breathing heavily.
"Tell me about it," I gasped. I used the key to get
into Gidget and Annette’s room. I noticed one of the
beds was rumpled, and there were a couple of wine
glasses as well as a half empty bottle of wine on the
nightstand. I wondered what my little scheme had
interrupted.
Ginger threw the bag onto one of the beds and opened
it. She pulled out the surveillance camera and recorder
that her husband had hidden at their home. The camera
was no bigger than a pencil eraser with a wire hanging
from its end. I had to grab the recorder with both
hands; the thing was heavier than it looked. That was
because Ginger had attached batteries to the unit. I
turned it on while she gouged a small hole in a ceiling
tile for the camera and its attached microphone. I
turned on the recorder and activated the little
television.
"Testing, testing," said Ginger.
The little television on the recorder showed the both
of us standing between the beds and a little meter
showed me that it was picking up sound. "Looks good to
me," I told her.
"OK, get it in place and let’s go."
I got down on my belly and shoved the recorder well
under one of the beds. The bed frame was practically on
the floor and my skinny body came in handy for once. I
made sure that the little TV was off and then I got
back on my feet. We left the room and headed for the
stairs. We were halfway down the first flight of stairs
when we heard footsteps and a woman’s voice say, "I
can’t believe they screwed up my credit card like
that."
Ginger and I froze in place and looked at each other.
We turned and silently made our way back up to the
fourth floor. Once I softly closed the emergency door,
we walked quickly back down the hallway and I said, "I
can’t believe they didn’t take the elevator. What are
we going to do?"
By that time we were at the elevator doors and Ginger
had pushed the button. "What do you mean us? They don’t
know me," she said with a grin. She laughed at the
expression on my face. "Look, you were going to come
back here in a couple of hours anyway, just go with
it."
The emergency door at the end of the hall opened,
Annette and Gidget appeared. Ginger gave me a subtle
push in the back. I turned to Ginger and Annette and
managed a friendly wave. "Hi, I thought you guys were
out," I said. I heard the elevator doors open and close
behind me.
"You’re early," said Gidget as they approached.
"Yeah, I thought that I could get this over with before
work," I temporized. Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea.
What with the sex, and the talk, and the sex, and the
plotting and planning, and the sex, I hadn’t made gas
money the previous evening.
We went into their room. "So," Gidget said as she took
a seat on the rumpled bed, "have you thought over our
discussion from yesterday?"
"Yeah," I said, "you’re asking me to tell a big fat lie
and I don’t get anything out of it."
Annette walked over to the nightstand and began to pour
wine into the glasses. Gidget said, "OK, how much are
you thinking about?"
"Twenty-thousand," I said. Ginger had told me to start
with a good-sized figure for negotiation purposes.
Gidget laughed out loud and took a sip of wine. "Five
is a more reasonable figure."
"I might go to fifteen," I started to say.
"I’d say that four-thousand was more than enough,"
interrupted Annette.
"In fact," chipped in Gidget, "we shouldn’t pay any
more than three."
"OK, OK, I get the point," I said. "I’ll take the five-
thousand."
"Good for you," said Gidget as if I were a small boy
who had just eaten his spinach. "I think we should
drink on it."
"Yes," agreed Annette. She stepped over to a chest-of-
drawers and picked up one of those disposable plastic
cups. She splashed some wine in it and handed the cup
to me. Their glasses clinked together and mine added as
soft thud as we brought them together.
I tossed off the small drink that had been poured for
me and said, "Let’s go over exactly what we’re agreeing
to."
Gidget sighed and held out her glass for more wine.
Annette poured while Gidget went over what I should say
to the lawyer when he came by for my statement. "And
then you’ll get the money in the mail. Have you got
that?" she finished.
"That’s fine," I said, satisfied that we had their
bribery attempt on tape.
"Good," said Gidget. She turned to Annette who had
taken a seat next to her on the bed. "Now where were we
before that bitch from the front desk interrupted us?"
The two women locked lips as if they’d done it before –
lots of times before. They finished off their wine and
put the glasses on the bedside-table. Gidget turned to
me and said, "You can watch if you want."
I think they tuned me out at that point. They went back
to their kisses with a passion. Gidget caressed
Annette’s breast with her hand. The loudest noises in
the room were the liquid sounds from the women as their
lips slid about and they exchanged tongues. Both of the
women had been wearing shorts and sleeveless tops, and
they managed to barely break their kiss as they
undressed one another.
Maybe I should have been pissed. Business over, they
had pretty much dismissed me, but I didn’t mind. I
leaned back on one elbow and straightened out my dick
so it would have plenty of room to grow. I don’t know
why watching two women go at it turns guys on, but
these two were making my cock swell up like a balloon.
Gidget pushed Annette back on the pillows. She kissed
the brunette’s neck and licked her way down to
Annette’s nipple. Gidget sucked and nibbled at her
breast until the woman moaned and shifted her hips
around on the bed. Gidget smoothed her fingers down her
lover’s body and parted her pussy lips. Gidget crooked
her finger and slipped it into Annette’s tight hole.
I decided it was time to free Willy. I pulled down my
pants and underwear until my cock swung into the open
and hovered over my torso. I began to masturbate,
slowly rubbing my big dick from its oversized head down
to my cum heavy balls.
Annette lifted her hips up to meet Gidget’s thrusting
finger. The two women shared another wide mouth kiss.
Annette moaned loudly and gushed out her orgasm.
"That’s it, baby. Cum for me, cum for me," urged
Gidget. Annette flopped around on the bed as if it were
too hot to bear. When her hips finally stop writhing,
Gidget withdrew her finger, wet and shiny with vaginal
juices.
After a sloppy kiss, Gidget pulled her partner into a
sitting position. She drew Annette’s leg over hers
until their pussies were locked together. "That’s it,
you know how I like it," gasped Gidget. Both women
became consumed with grinding their clits together.
And I was consumed with the sight. Gidget’s hair
whipped about her head as her sweaty body gyrated on
the bed. I stood and began to beat my meat with a
purpose. "Oh fuck, yeah!" screamed Gidget as she came.
Her back arched and her tits jutted upwards, shaking
with the force of her orgasm.
That pushed me over the edge. I shot cum into Gidget’s
hair, across her boobs, down to her pussy and then up
to Annette’s breasts. And that was only my first thick
stream of cream. Before I was through, Annette had both
hands in the air, squealing, "Enough, already." She had
to wipe away a face full of my creamy goo.
"Feel free to let yourself out; we’ll be in touch,"
said Gidget as the two cum coated women headed for the
bathroom.
I felt downright deprived. The blow-job from Lisa and
my hand-job had just warmed up my cock for some tight
cunt. The girls disappeared into the bathroom and I
heard the definite sound of a lock being turned. By the
time I got my cock put away, I could hear the sound of
running water and feminine giggles. I raised a middle
finger and saluted the closed door. Well fuck ‘em if
they didn’t want to play.
I guess enough blood had returned to my brain by then,
because I realized that I had a great opportunity. I
gathered up the surveillance equipment and headed out
the door while the girls were moaning and groaning
through their shower. At least I wouldn’t have to
arrange to come back. I loaded the equipment into my
car and then I headed back into the inn to fulfill my
promise to Lisa to return the key.
I closed the door to Lisa’s office and tossed the key
onto her desk. "All back safe and sound," I said.
"Did you get the surprise set for your aunts?" she
asked.
"They’ll be stunned," I said as I unfastened my pants
and pulled out my cock. "Here’s a little thank you."
"Mmmm…you’re welcome," said Lisa. She grabbed my
rapidly growing dick with both hands and stuck her
tongue in my piss slit.
*
I got the tape and the surveillance equipment to Ginger
the next day. She called me a few days later and told
me that the whole matter had been settled, and I
haven’t seen or heard from her since. There was a blurb
in the local paper saying that the two young robbers
had plea bargained sentences of community service and
probation.
Ginger’s husband, Dirk, was elected to Congress. He had
a surprisingly deep campaign chest. I bet most of his
contributions could have been traced back to the boy’s
families, but heck, I didn’t have time to worry about
it. I had classes to take, pizza to deliver and a very
demanding cock to take care of.
End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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