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Huge - Chris and the Older Women (FFM, inc)
By Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

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"Morning Mom," said Chris as he walked into the kitchen.

Heather, Chris' mother, turned and inspected her son with 
a grin on her face. "Well don't you look nice," she said. 

"Oh yeah, just great," said Chris sarcastically. He laid 
the electronic PDA that he was carrying on the breakfast 
bar and then he turned about a couple of times with his 
arms out flung to show off his work clothes. He was 
wearing the uniform of a local delivery service. The tan 
safari shirt and shorts he was sporting were accented 
with red lettering and stripes. The clothes were meant to 
be loose fitting and comfortable, but they looked as if 
they were painted onto Chris' well-muscled physique. 

Swaying her hips suggestively, Heather walked over to her 
son. She rested her hand on the swollen head of Chris' 
cock where it stuck above the waistband of his shorts and 
said, "Now this part of your appearance may not fit Mrs. 
Smith's Delivery Service's rules of dress."

Chris smiled as his mother rubbed the head of his cock as 
if she were polishing a wooden knob and said, "I sort of 
woke up with a problem this morning and it won't go 
away."

Heather snorted. "You seem to have this problem at all 
times of the day and night, and as much as I'd like to 
help you, I don't want you to be late for your first day 
of work." Chris had turned eighteen and this was to be 
his first day of work at a summer job before he started 
college. 

Chris shook his head. "I've got plenty of time." He 
picked up the PDA. "All I have to do is sign in on this 
thing - it has a wireless Internet connection - and it 
tells the company that I'm ready to go. After that, they 
send me instructions. It even has a GPS receiver to tell 
them where I am."

Heather smiled and squeezed Chris' cock. "Isn't high tech 
wonderful?" she said. She smiled into his bedroom eyes. 
"It'll give us time for an early fuck."

 Heather was wearing a fluffy cotton bathrobe, and from 
long experience Chris knew that the robe would be the 
only thing she was wearing. He parted the top of the robe 
and cupped her full breasts in the palms of his hands, at 
the same time he strummed her nipples with his thumbs. 
Heather shrugged off her robe and tossed it over a nearby 
stool. She grabbed her son's cock and pulled him across 
the kitchen where she hopped up onto a counter and spread 
her legs. Chris pushed his shorts and underpants down 
just in time for a gush of precum to wash over the head 
of his cock. He lubricated two of his fingers with the 
clear liquid and deftly spread it on the inner lips of 
his mother's pussy. He kissed her tenderly and Heather 
responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and 
thrusting her tongue into his mouth. In a couple of 
minutes Chris could tell by his mother's eager lips and 
rapid breathing that she had become as hot and horny as 
he had been since he'd awakened. 

Heather sighed as Chris sunk the first half-dozen inches 
of his huge cock into her pussy. She leaned back against 
a cabinet and swayed her hips in time to his thrusts. She 
loved the way her son's cock filled her completely. It 
made her clit vibrate and massaged her g-spot at the same 
time. She began to orgasm almost immediately. Chris felt 
the pulling contractions of Heather's pussy around his 
cock. There was no reason for him to hold back so he 
began to fuck faster and faster. 

Heather was in the middle of yet another extended cum 
when she saw Chris' eyes glaze over and his back start to 
arch. She knew that in another second or two cum would be 
squirting out of her pussy, coating her legs an probably 
dripping all over Chris' shorts. "Chris, honey," she 
said. "Don't cum inside me and make a mess."

"Uhhh.OK," was all he could manage to say as Chris 
withdrew his cock. With his shorts tight around the 
bulging muscles of his legs, Chris had to waddle 
backwards to escape from between his mother's thighs. His 
hand automatically began to jerk along the length of his 
erection as he sought some place to cum that wouldn't 
mean a long and messy clean up operation. He got turned 
toward the kitchen sink just as the first shot of milky-
white stuff erupted from his cock, arced through the air 
and landed with a splat on target.

That shot was followed by a dozen others and then Chris 
had to take little waddling baby steps ever closer to the 
sink as the volume and velocity of his ejaculations began 
to lessen. Finally Chris' cock was over the sink itself 
and he ran his hand down the length of his jutting 
monster in order to milk out the last dollop of cum. Even 
that last drop was more than an ordinary man would have 
produced altogether. 

Chris grabbed a paper towel and began to clean off his 
wilting cock. He heard a sort of choking sound from the 
other side of the kitchen, and when he turned he saw his 
mother with her hand clasped over her mouth. She looked 
as though she was having some sort of fit. "Are you 
alright?" he asked.

His mother removed her hand and burst out in a fit of 
giggles. "You looked so funny," she gasped between fits 
of laughter, "waddling around like that, looking for 
someplace to shoot off." Now she practically cackled. 

"Ha, ha, very funny," said Chris. He grabbed the sink's 
rinse hose and threatened his mother with its business 
end. 

"Don't you dare," she said, trying unsuccessfully to 
sound like a stern parent. "I have to get ready for 
work." She jumped off the counter, grabbed her robe, and 
headed for the door to their dining room. The sight of 
his mother's tight, heart-shaped buns was too tempting a 
target though. Chris got her in the rear with a blast of 
cold water just as she was leaving the kitchen. Heather 
shrieked and ran from the room. 

Chris finished cleaning the sink and checked in for work 
on his PDA. Immediately he was directed to a supermarket 
where he picked up several bags of groceries for a Mrs. 
Brown, who lived on the well-to-do side of town. He 
grabbed the keys for his company delivery van and headed 
out. 

Chris turned off the residential road onto a paved drive 
that wound its way along side an acre-sized lawn. He 
pulled to the rear of a two-story house that looked large 
enough to hold most of the residents of his middleclass 
neighborhood. With his arms full of grocery bags, Chris 
walked to the delivery door and rang the bell. Shortly, a 
stooped little old lady who was wearing a cotton print 
dress and crisp apron answered the door. "I'm Mrs. 
Brown," she said. "Please come in."

Chris entered an immaculate kitchen and placed the 
groceries on an island counter in the center of the room. 
"Now it will just take me a minute to check the order," 
said Mrs. Brown. She slowly began to examine the contents 
of the bags. 

Chris took one look at Mrs. Brown's arthritic hands as 
she struggled to lift a heavy can from one of the bags 
and he jumped to help. "Why don't you check off the items 
as I put them away for you?" he said. 

"That's very nice of you," said Mrs. Brown. They chatted 
as Mrs. Brown verified her order and Chris put the 
groceries in their proper place in the nearby pantry. In 
the manner of sweet little old ladies everywhere she 
managed to learn his name, where he'd gone to grade 
school and where he was going to college, as well as his 
mother's name and the name of her business. 

When they were finished she said, "Wait right here, 
Chris. I'll be back in a minute." As she departed the 
kitchen into a short hallway a man passed her coming the 
other way. He was a pear shaped guy in his mid-twenties 
with spiky, blonde tipped hair and several earrings. 
"Chris, this is my grandson, Victor," Mrs. Brown called 
over her shoulder. 

"Hi," said Chris.

"Hi," said Victor, and that was the extent of their 
conversation. An awkward silence ensued that was relieved 
only when Mrs. Brown returned. 

"Here you are," she said, giving Chris a twenty-dollar 
bill.

Chris looked at the money. "You don't have to pay me, I'm 
sure the company bills you for the service."

Mrs. Brown laughed. "Don't be silly, it's your tip."

"Oh, thanks very much," said Chris, feeling a bit foolish 
as he put away the bill.

As Chris left her home, Mrs. Brown said, "You're a sweet 
boy, Chris. I'll be sure to ask for you next time."

He worked steadily through the day until about four when 
his PDA told Chris to report to Mrs. Smith at her office. 
Mrs. Smith's Delivery Service was housed in a nondescript 
one-story brick building. Most of the building was a 
warehouse fronted by a customer entrance and service 
counter. Chris parked his delivery van in the company lot 
and walked into the warehouse through the employee's 
entrance. Mrs. Smith's office was a walled off section of 
the warehouse, and when Chris knocked on the door he had 
to wait for a buzz to tell him that an electrically 
actuated lock had been opened.

Mrs. Smith was actually June Smith, a woman around forty 
years of age. She was tall and slim and wore her blonde 
hair in a business-like perm. Her very neatly arranged 
desk dominated the small office. When Chris entered she 
smiled at him and said, "Hello Chris, how did your first 
day go?"

"Hi," said Chris. "It went OK, I guess. There's nothing 
wrong is there?" He wondered if he'd screwed up someone's 
delivery. 

June came from around her desk. She was wearing a navy 
blue, sleeveless dress with matching pumps. She motioned 
to a chair at the side of the desk. "No, nothing's wrong. 
Please have a seat."

Chris sat in the chair and June perched on the edge of 
the desk with her legs crossed. Her knees were 
practically under Chris' nose. They chatted for few 
minutes about Chris' day. He plastered a polite smile on 
his face and did his best to keep eye contact with June 
and not peek up her skirt. 

As June spoke, one of her pumps slipped off her heel and 
dangled on her toes. She bounced her foot up and down to 
emphasize certain points in the conversation and pretty 
soon the shoe flipped into the air and wound up on the 
floor. Chris politely bent over to retrieve her shoe, but 
June stuck her bare foot on his leg and said, "Never 
mind, I'll get it later." Her foot remained firmly 
planted on Chris' leg. 

June cleared her throat and said, "Chris I know this is 
just a summer job for you, but there are a couple of 
things you can keep in mind to advance yourself around 
here." Chris raised his eyebrows as if to ask what she 
meant, and June continued, "You can be a conscientious 
worker, and you can make me happy." As she slid her foot 
onto Chris' crotch she said, "These two goals are not 
mutually inclusive, if you know what I mean." 

It wasn't the first time that Chris had thought he was 
being seduced. And there wasn't much doubt in his mind 
about it now. June's toes were kneading his cock into a 
nice erection. Chris ran his fingertips up and down 
June's calf and said, "Well I think I know how to do a 
good job, but how do I make you happy."

She uncrossed her legs and spread them as wide as her 
dress would allow. She sighed and said, "Do what you're 
doing now, just do it a little higher." Chris' fingers 
roamed higher to the inside of her thighs and then onto 
the crotch band of her panties. She wiggled her ass on 
the desk, signaling Chris to move on.

He obliged by standing and giving June a big wet kiss 
that she eagerly returned. Their tongues played around as 
Chris pulled her panties aside and slid two fingers into 
June's pussy. Chris wrapped an arm around her back and 
cupped a strong hand over her breast. He continued to 
finger fuck her until June's moans and clenching pussy 
told him that she was about to orgasm. At that point he 
stepped back. He was horny as hell and he needed that wet 
pussy for his aching cock.

June looked at him with lust-glazed eyes and said, "I 
guess you want to fuck me now."

He smiled and assured her, "Oh yeah."

June kicked off her other shoe and pulled down her 
panties. As she pulled her dress up around her waist she 
said, "OK, let's see what you got."

Chris knew how to let his cock make an entrance. He 
unfastened his shorts and then hooked his thumbs inside 
his shorts and underwear. He bent slightly at the waist 
and then in one motion he swept down his clothing and 
thrust out his hips. His huge cock sprang free of his 
clothing and thwacked into the side of June's leg. 

She looked down in surprise and gasped, "Oh my god, what 
a cock!" She reached out and poked her finger at the 
long, thick shaft. "Is that for real?"

"It's real and it's really yours," said Chris. He bent 
his cock down and rubbed the head across June's clit and 
swollen pussy lips. He gave a little push and the head 
slipped into her slick opening.

June leaned backwards, until her hands supported her 
torso on the desktop. She watched as Chris slipped less 
than half his cock into her extended pussy and then she 
couldn't take it any more. "Oh fuck me with it now," she 
urged him. 

Chris obliged. He humped her with a long smooth stroke 
that he knew he could keep up forever. June lay down on 
her desk with her eyes closed. She put the tip of one 
finger in her mouth and sucked on it like a little girl, 
and every few seconds her body would twitch or writhe 
about. Then her hips and thighs began to tremble and 
Chris felt her pussy muscles clamp around his cock.

June did a sort of involuntary half sit-up off her desk, 
and Chris could see the outline of her straining stomach 
muscles. She made wheezing, gasping noises for almost a 
minute and then she collapsed onto the desk once more. 
There's one orgasm, Chris thought as he continued his 
machine like stroke. He kept it up until he knew that his 
boss was one very, very happy employer.

**

A week later Chris returned to Mrs. Brown's home with 
another load of groceries. After the food was all put 
away, Mrs. Brown said, "Do you have a minute to help my 
grandson with something?"

Chris shrugged. "Yes Ma'am, I guess so."

"He said that he needed help moving some furniture in one 
of the upstairs rooms," Mrs. Brown said as she led him to 
the foot of a flight of stairs. It'll be one of the rooms 
in the right wing. I'd show you, but I can't climb these 
stairs any more."

"I'm sure I can find it," said Chris as he started up the 
wide, curving staircase.

He turned right at the top of the stairs and started down 
a hallway that was lined with doors on either side. 
Midway down the hall he heard hip-hop music coming from 
an open door. Chris tapped on the doorframe and called 
out, "Hello?"

A good-looking woman in her early twenties appeared in 
the doorway. "Hi," she said with a smile.

"Oh, hey," said Chris. "I was looking for Victor? Mrs. 
Brown said he needed some help moving furniture."

"Oh you just missed him. He may not be back for an hour 
or so. I'm Angela," she said as she stuck out her hand. 
Angela was barely five feet tall and looked as if she 
might weigh a hundred pounds after a heavy meal. She was 
wearing hip-hugger shorts that had about an inch of 
inseam. Her sleeveless, knit top showed off her tanned 
shoulders and a bare midriff. 

Chris' hand engulfed her tiny, soft one as they shook. 
"I'm Chris," he said.

She gestured into the room. "Since you're here, we could 
try to move this stuff. Victor assumed I was too small to 
help."

 Chris stepped past Angela into the room. It contained a 
large canopy-bed and several pieces of matching 
furniture. The source of the music that he had heard in 
the hallway was a boom box situated on an ornate desk in 
a corner of the room. Both the music and its player 
seemed wildly out of place in the room full of elegant 
antique furniture.

"What did you want to move?" Chris asked. 

Angela pointed to a chest of drawers. "I'd like to move 
that about four feet down that wall, and then move that 
vanity over in its place."

The chest of drawers looked substantial, but Chris and 
Angela - Chris mostly - shoved it into place without 
strain. The vanity, even with its attached mirror, was 
much lighter and they carried it across the room easily. 
"Well, not much to that," said Chris.

Angela laughed and said, "I guess not, especially when 
you've got muscles likes these." She tried unsuccessfully 
to squeeze Chris' bicep. "I guess it's silly to ask if 
you work out a lot."

Chris smiled as he did what all men do when a pretty 
woman touches their upper arms; he flexed his bicep into 
hard muscle. "I play a lot of sports. I guess I stay in 
pretty good shape."

Angela caressed the exposed skin of his thigh and said, 
"I can believe it. I've never felt such hard muscles."

Chris knew a leading line when he heard one. "Feel a 
little higher, it gets even harder."

Angela moved her hand upward until it found Chris' 
rapidly expanding cock. "Nice and thick too," she said. 
She slid her probing fingers along the length of Chris' 
cock as it began to reach its full potential. She moved 
her hand hesitantly; she couldn't believe what she was 
finding. Finally, her hand bumped into the bulging cock 
head. She cupped her hand around it like it was a rubber 
ball sitting in his pocket. "And so long.and so much 
thicker," she said in a husky voice.

"Would you like to see this uh.well developed muscle?" 
asked Chris.

"Oh yes," breathed Angela.

Chris pulled down his shorts and underwear. His not quite 
fully hard cock sort of rolled from one side of his body 
to the other. Then it lifted and straightened so that its 
head bobbed in the air at the same height as Angela's 
breasts. 

"Oh wow," she said as one of her tiny hands held the 
pulsing shaft steady. She had only to bend her head to 
kiss the tip, and then she spread her lips and worked the 
spongy head into her mouth. There was no chance that she 
was going to get more of his big cock in her mouth. All 
she could do was twist and bob her head from one side to 
the other, but Chris made it obvious that he loved it.

"Mmmm.baby, that feels so good," he moaned. Chris ran his 
fingers through Angela's hair and then down her cheek and 
neck and on to her breasts. He cupped and caressed her 
tits. He could feel her nipples responding as they grew 
more pronounced against the palm of his hand. 

Chris was thinking seriously about cumming in her mouth, 
when Angela lifted her head and grabbed his cock with 
both hands. She gave it a good tug and said, "Let's fuck 
on the bed."

"Sounds good to me," said Chris. He nearly fell on his 
face when he tried to pull off his shorts and to follow 
Angela over to the giant bed at the same time. Angela was 
naked on her hands and knees in the center of crisp, 
white sheets when Chris crawled onto the bed behind her. 
Her hips were already eagerly thrusting back and forth in 
the air. Chris had to steady her so that could slide his 
massive cock into her pussy. He had barely worked his 
cock head past her pussy lips, when Angela shoved her ass 
backwards and practically impaled herself on his cock. He 
didn't even have to move as she bucked and shoved her 
dripping pussy around on his rock-hard dick. 

Angela reached out a hand and grabbed one of the bed 
pillows. She buried her face in its softness, and a 
second later Chris heard a muffled, high pitched wailing 
as Angela came. After a lengthy orgasm she came up for 
air and renewed her attempt to stuff even more of Chris' 
thick shaft into her pussy. She made little grunting 
sounds and then buried her face again for more screaming 
climaxes.

Chris didn't want to cum inside of the young woman, but 
every time he tried to pull away Angela just moved with 
him and clamped her pussy muscles around him like a fist. 
Finally, Chris went over the edge and began to gush shot 
after shot of hot cum. His cock swelled and there wasn't 
any place for the milky-white stuff to go but to roll out 
of Angela's stuffed pussy and down her legs.

After they'd spent themselves, Chris and Angela fell over 
sideways on the bed. When they'd caught their breath 
Chris looked over her shoulder and saw Angela swirling 
her finger in the pool of their sex juices that had 
stained the pristine sheet. "Sorry I made such a mess," 
he said. 

Angela scooped up some of the slick stuff in her fingers 
and let it drip off her fingers. "That's OK," she said 
dreamily. "You know, if Victor came three times a day for 
a week, he couldn't produce this much jism."

"Oh," was all that Chris could respond to that statement. 
He reluctantly got off the bed. "I guess I better get 
going," he said as he began to dress. "Mrs. Brown might 
wonder what's taking so long."  

That seemed to jolt Angela. She sat up and said, "Look, 
don't mention me to Mrs. Brown. She doesn't approve of me 
being up here. I have to sneak in and out using the back 
stairs."

Chris shrugged, "That's cool with me."

 He made his way downstairs where Mrs. Brown shoved a 
fifty-dollar bill into his hands. Chris protested that it 
was too much, but Mrs. Brown said, "You're a good boy, 
Chris. I'm sure that you performed your services well."

Chris beamed at the elderly woman. "Yeah, I had an 
impressive output up there."

Late in the afternoon of the next day Chris was resting 
at home after work. He had shed his tight uniform for the 
sloppiest clothes he owned, a triple extra-large 
sweatshirt and matching baggy sweatpants. He was watching 
TV when the doorbell rang. Chris went to the door and 
peeked out. He saw an attractive woman who looked to be 
in her mid-thirties with ash blonde hair. She was wearing 
a tailored business suit and she had a seriously heavy-
duty bag slung over one shoulder. Chris assumed she was 
one of his mother's business associates.

He opened the door and said, "Hi, Mom's not home right 
now. Do you want to wait, or can I help you with 
something?"

"Is your name Chris?" she asked. Chris nodded and watched 
as the woman reached into her bag and pulled out a black 
leather wallet. She flipped it open to reveal a badge and 
photo-Id. "I'm Sergeant Glasson, and I'd like to ask you 
a few questions, please."

Chris couldn't imagine what the police wanted him for, 
but he invited the sergeant inside. They settled down in 
the living room and she pulled out a small notebook. "You 
work for Mrs. Smith's Delivery Service, don't you?" 

"Yeah, I do."

"Would you please go over the stops you made yesterday 
for me?" she asked.

Chris took a deep breath and after a little thought he 
covered, as best he could, his previous day's work. He 
told the sergeant everything he could remember except for 
the part about having sex with Angela. He didn't think it 
was necessary to bring that up. 

When Chris finished, Sergeant Glasson looked over her 
notes for a half-minute and then said, "Would you mind 
coming with me? I'd like to go into more detail about 
something with you."

Chris shrugged. "OK, but can't you tell me what this is 
about?"

They were in the sergeant's car before she began to 
answer his question. "About five o'clock yesterday we got 
a call from Victor Brown. He said that his grandmother 
had been attacked in her home. She was dead when the 
medics got there."

"Oh no!" said Chris, disbelief in his voice. "She was 
such a nice old lady."

"Of course we're interviewing everyone who was near Mrs. 
Brown's home yesterday," said Glasson. "We saw a receipt 
for some groceries on her kitchen table and that lead to 
you."

Chris thought that over for a minute and said, "Then you 
must have gone to where I work. I'm sure they gave you a 
record of everywhere I went yesterday and what time I was 
there. So why did you ask me what I did yesterday?" It 
dawned on Chris immediately why she would ask those 
questions. "Hey, you don't think I killed her?"

The sergeant's face remained carefully neutral as she 
said, "We're just doing interviews right now." The ride 
continued in silence until they pulled to the rear of the 
Brown home. When they emerged from the car, she said, 
"Why don't we start with where you parked and exactly 
what you did while you were here?"

Chris nervously began to walk through his visit on the 
previous day. After he showed the sergeant where he had 
stored the groceries at Mrs. Brown's direction, he took 
Glasson upstairs and into the room where he had been with 
Angela. Chris looked around and said, "Hey now, this 
isn't the way I left it. Someone's put the furniture 
back." He pointed out the two pieces of furniture that he 
had helped to move. "That vanity was over there, and that 
chest of drawers was back over here."

"OK," said Glasson. She looked around the room. "After 
you moved the furniture, what happened, you left?"

Chris decided that, at this point, full disclosure was in 
his best interest. "No, I didn't leave right then, 
we.uh.we had sex first."

"Oh really?" said the sergeant, disbelief dripping from 
her voice. 

"It can happen," said Chris in his own defense. 
"Strangers meet somewhere and hit it off. Nothing really 
weird about that."

"Yes, I'm sure it happens. But you have to see how your 
story looks to me." She flipped through the pages of her 
notebook. "From the records at your company I know that 
you picked up some groceries and brought them here. You 
were here from three thirty-seven yesterday until four 
twenty-nine. I can believe that you ate up some of that 
time by storing away those groceries for Mrs. Brown. But 
now, according to you, after helping Mrs. Brown, you 
moved some furniture that has now been mysteriously 
replaced. This takes place in a room that doesn't look as 
if it's been used in quite a while. And just when it 
might appear to you that you haven't accounted for all 
your time, you tell me that you had sex with a stranger."

Chris moaned. "Hell, when you put it that way, even I 
don't believe it happened. But it did, I swear."

Glasson walked over to the king sized bed in the center 
of the room. "You did it here I suppose?" She was nodding 
at the bed.  

Chris joined her at the bed. "Yeah, only this thing was 
pulled down." He grabbed the duvet that was covering the 
bed and swept it to the foot of the mattress revealing 
wrinkle-free, crisp sheets.

Glasson glanced at the surface of the mattress and then 
looked back to Chris. "No one's been on these sheets."

 "Angela said that she would clean up our mess. I'm sure 
she put down fresh sheets," he explained.

"Left a wet spot, did you?" asked Glasson.

"Well," said Chris, "when I.uh.finish, there's usually a 
puddle of.uh.stuff."

"A puddle," said Glasson. She turned to Chris and planted 
her hands on her hips, shook her hair back and thrust out 
her breasts.

Clearly she was waiting for Chris to carry on. To either 
incriminate himself further, or to somehow prove what he 
was saying. Chris said, "Listen, women find me 
attractive. In fact a lot of them think I'm a stud. I've 
got a great bod'." He looked down and suddenly realized 
that his loose fitting sweats made him look like a 
formless lump. So he grabbed the front of his sweatshirt 
and pulled it over his head. 

Glasson forgot about her role as the impersonal 
interrogator as she gave Chris the once over. He had 
broad shoulders and a chest to match, impressively 
muscled arms and a washboard stomach above a relatively 
tiny waist. Something else impressive about the young man 
was the bulge in his pants. A bulge that seemed to start 
somewhere near one of his knees!

Chris saw the sergeant's eyes widen in surprise, and knew 
that we has on the right track. He hadn't put on any 
underwear when he'd changed clothes that afternoon after 
work, and he could tell that she liked the little show 
that he was making. He gave the sergeant a sexy smile and 
hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants. He 
pushed down his sweats until he was showing about six 
inches of thick cock shaft, and then he slowly began to 
reveal more of his monster cock one inch at a time. 

Glasson held her breath as she watched Chris expose more 
and more and even more cock. She had almost convinced 
herself that she was seeing some sort of optical 
illusion, when his cock sprang free from its confinement 
and soundly thwacked Chris in the stomach. She followed 
his bobbing cock hypnotically as Chris walked behind her 
and slipped her suit coat off her shoulders. The material 
of her blouse was an off-white silk that felt great as 
Chris slid the head of his cock around on it. He found 
the short zipper on her skirt and in a second it was 
lying on the floor at her feet. 

Chris slipped his hands under her blouse and cupped 
Glasson's full breasts in his palms. He could feel her 
nipples harden through her seamless bra. He nuzzled and 
kissed her neck and said, "See? It's not so hard to 
believe that I could have sex with someone I just met."

"I'm beginning to believe you," she said in a husky 
voice. 

Chris slid the cups of Glasson's bra off her breasts and 
played with her nipples between his fingers. Locked 
together, they fell on the bed with Chris' rock-hard arms 
wrapped around her soft curves. He slid one hand across 
Glasson's flat stomach and slipped his fingers into her 
pantyhose. In another second his fingers were busy making 
little circles on her clit.

Chris decided that it was time to do something for him. 
He maneuvered his hips until he could drive the head of 
his cock between the sergeant's legs. The touch of her 
slick pantyhose didn't compare to the feel of a slippery, 
hot pussy, but it would do. Chris dipped his finger into 
her wet cunt and began to pump it.

"Oh, yeah," moaned Glasson as Chris managed to titillate 
her nipples, her clit and her g-spot in different sensual 
combinations. The spongy head of his cock played peek-a-
boo as it appeared and disappeared from between her 
thighs. She wondered if he could feel the muscles in her 
legs quiver as she began to cum. 

Glasson was a writhing, squirming handful as Chris 
brought her to one orgasm after another. Her thighs felt 
like two silk-lined vibrators on the head of his cock. 
Vibrators that were about to trigger a flood from his 
swollen balls. Chris thrust his hips forward and suddenly 
it looked as if Glasson had sprouted an enormous cock 
from her crotch.

As Chris thrust and rubbed his cock head on the bed, he 
poured shot after shot of milky cum onto the sheets. As 
he caught his breath after his cock had finally emptied 
itself, Chris heard the sergeant whisper, "Oh shit, there 
really is a puddle of it."

Ten minutes later the couple was dressed. Chris sat on 
the edge of the bed and watched as the sergeant paced 
from one side of the room to the other. Finally she 
stopped and faced Chris, "OK," she said, "this is what 
we'll try."

The following week Chris pulled his delivery van into a 
parking space at a strip mall. The mall was anchored by a 
couple of big box stores at either end with a number of 
smaller stores in between. Chris stuck a package under 
his arm and headed for women's discount clothing store. 

The store was packed with racks and racks of trendy, but 
cheap clothing for young women. As he entered, Chris saw 
a couple of employees hanging up even more merchandise, a 
couple of shoppers and a young woman behind a counter 
tapping away at a keyboard. As Chris approached, she 
looked up.

"Well, hey Angela. How are you?" said Chris with a big 
grin on his face. "I didn't know you worked here."

At first she looked startled, but then Angela managed 
something of a smile. "Oh, hi," she said. "I'm good. 
Uh.how are you?"

Chris laid the package on the counter. He entered the 
package number into his PDA and then produced a clipboard 
for her to sign. "I'm great," he said, his grin morphing 
into a sexy smile as he looked around the store. "Do you 
need me to uh.move any furniture for you? That was a 
great time we had the other afternoon."

Angela shook her head, signed the clipboard and thrust it 
back into Chris' hand. "I think all of our furnishings 
are just where they need to be."

"Are you sure?" Chris asked. "I could take my lunch break 
and we could do some rearranging in a backroom or 
something." 
 
Angela chewed on her lip in indecision for a second and 
then she shook her head again. "We better not, that was a 
kind of a one time thing, you know?"

Chris fumbled at his crotch and the head of his erect 
cock popped above the waistband of his uniform shorts. 
"Oh, come on," said Chris. "Just looking at you has me 
all worked up."

Angela gazed longingly at the blood engorged head of 
Chris' cock and then she took a quick look around the 
store. "Mary," she called out. One of the women who were 
putting out stock looked up. Angela picked up the package 
that Chris had brought in and waved it in the air. She 
said, "I'll be in the office for a few minutes. We may 
have to refuse this." Mary nodded her head that she 
understood. Chris discreetly held his PDA in front of his 
waist as he followed Angela to the rear of the store. 

They entered a combination storage room and office. 
Angela locked the door and then tossed the package on a 
cluttered desk. Chris barely had time to lay his PDA on 
the desk when Angela wrapped her arms around his neck and 
pulled his lips to hers. She opened her lips and thrust 
her tongue into Chris' mouth. She had gone from being 
reluctant to aggressive in an instant.

When they broke their kiss, Angela pulled off the slim 
miniskirt that she had been wearing and threw it on the 
desk along with her panties. She shifted her weight from 
one foot the other in nervous anticipation as she watched 
Chris slowly lower his uniform shorts and then his 
underwear. He gave his rigid pole a few strokes and said, 
"I guess you're still seeing Victor?"

"Yeah, well, lots of money there," she said eyeing the 
precum that was oozing from Chris' cock.

"And you're not afraid of losing your sugar-daddy if he 
should catch you fooling around?" asked Chris with a 
grin.

Angela turned and put her hands on the desk. She spread 
her legs and waved her firm butt and glistening pussy at 
Chris. "Hell, he wants me to fool around. He was there 
the other day when we were fucking."

"What?" said Chris in surprise.

Angela looked back over her shoulder. "Will you please 
put that thing in my pussy? We haven't got all day."

Chris had to really spread his legs and bend his cock 
down to get it down to Angela's pussy level. But all he 
had to do was barely begin to slide the head past her 
pussy lips when Angela shoved her ass backwards, and 
stuffed in a large chunk of his cock meat. "Yeah," she 
sighed, "Victor loves to watch. He was in the next room, 
watching through a crack in the paneling. In fact, that's 
why we moved the furniture. It let him watch us directly 
and in the mirror too. I think he'd rather jerk off than 
fuck."

"So it was you, me and Victor who were in the house just 
before Mrs. Brown was killed," said Chris. 

Angela stopped in mid-cock stroke. "Yeah, I guess so," 
she spoke hesitantly. "But of course you left, and then I 
left and Victor told me that he ran out to get something 
at the store. When he came back, she was dead." 

"Ah, said Chris, and then, "oh yeah, baby," as Angela 
doubled the energy she was putting into her squirming 
ass. Chris felt her cum once and then twice, and he was 
about to do it himself when there was a loud rapping on 
the office door.

"I'll be there in a minute," Angela gasped out. 

"Police," said a feminine voice. "I need you to open the 
door now."

Chris and Angela scrambled back into their clothes amidst 
more rapping and banging. When they were decent, Angela 
unlocked and opened the door. Sergeant Glasson and two 
uniformed officers came into the room. "Oh, hi, 
Sergeant," said Angela. "What brings you back?"

"Angela, I'd like for you to come down to the precinct. I 
have some more questions for you," said Glasson.  

"OK," said Angela. "Let me get my purse." She gave Chris 
a worried glance, and she looked shaken and confused as 
she left with the two uniformed officers. 

When they were alone, Chris said, "Did you get what you 
needed?"

Glasson picked up the PDA and tapped on the lens to a TV 
camera that was disguised to look like an on-off button. 
"The picture was kind of distorted, but we got it all on 
tape. Victor claims that he was with some of his buddies 
the afternoon of the murder. It'll be interesting to see 
what he says about this."

Chris smiled. "Did you and your uniformed friends like 
our little porn exhibition?"

Glasson smiled back. "The uniforms thought that Angela 
was too skinny for their tastes, but they couldn't get 
over the size of your cock. They decided that it must be 
the camera lens that made it look so big. I didn't bother 
to set them straight."

Chris stuck his hands into his shorts and adjusted his 
privates. "It's too bad you guys couldn't have waited 
another minute. Now my balls are going to ache for the 
rest of the day."

Glasson looked into Chris' smiling eyes and then at his 
bulging crotch. She closed and locked the office door and 
then she said, "I guess I can do something to help out a 
cooperative citizen."

End