Say some little starlet is photographed coming out of some gay bar with her girlfriend. Okay, we can fix her up with a young stud and a traffic ticket at the same time somewhere a hundred miles away. Or say some stud celeb wants to sneak out with his little girlfriend. We get one of our impersonators and stage a big show. The paparazzi chase US, and HE gets to fuck on the beach.

We can't fix everything. We can't bring people back to life. We can't un-admit something after a celeb has confessed to it.

One of the most important tools in fixing is information. Everyone has something they don't want someone to find out about. I get a lot of information, from a lot of places. People like telling me things. I always make it worth their while. Sometimes I pay cash. Sometimes I trade information. Sometimes there are other rewards.

Saturday night was Dave's turn. He had helped me a lot recently. I wanted to reward him with a special treat. One thing a fixer is good at is knowing what people want. I knew what Dave wanted. She was sitting in the back seat of my Lexus. Dressed in her tight Gap jeans and Hilfiger t-shirt, she looked like any pretty teenage girl.

I could see her in the mirror. She was hunched against the door. She looked awful cute even with her face in a scowl. I knew she was not happy about being Dave's reward. She had to lie to Justin, her boyfriend, to go on this date. She didn't know anything about Dave except she had to be "very nice" to him. She was not happy about it. She needed my help. This is how she had to pay for it.

We pulled up in front of Dave's place. My windows are tinted, and it was dark. He opened the front door.

"Hey, Dave!" I greeted him, "Get in back."

He closed the front door. Opening the back door he slid in. He saw the girl. I could tell he was surprised. He forgot to close the door!

"I think you know Miss Spears," I said. "Britney, this is Dave."

Britney seemed to be sitting on her hands. She twisted on the seat. As she wiggled away from him, Dave saw the handcuffs. Britney's wrists were handcuffed behind her!

"Dave?" I said. He was staring. He was probably getting a hard-on. I couldn't blame him.

"Dave? Hello? Close the door, Dave!"

Dave recovered quickly. He pulled the door closed. He looked at me. He had a grin on his face. I had told him to get ready for a night of sex with a pretty girl. I bet he didn't expect Britney Spears!

"Hello, Brit!" he said, grinning at her. She looked out the window and rolled her eyes. Dave slid closer to her. She was smaller and thinner than he expected. She looked much younger. Her breasts made rounded bulges high on her chest. Her jeans clung to her slender, shapely hips.

Dave slipped his arm around her shoulders.

"What are you DOING?" Britney whined. Dave pulled her against him. Her wrists were cuffed behind her. She could not push him away. She twisted her shoulders, trying to squirm away from Dave.

"Britney!" I said. I was leaning over the seat watching her. She looked up at me. Her big, beautiful eyes were wide. Her soft, smooth lips were pursed in a pout.

"You have to be nice to Dave," I said.

"Yeah!" Dave chimed in. He bent down and put his face next to Britney's. She turned away, toward to window, tossing her hair. The hand that was holding her against him caressed her shoulder. She grimaced as Dave kissed her cheek.

"Brit!" I raised my voice. "I'm not going to tell you again. If you aren't going to be nice, our little deal is off.

Britney closed her eyes. She turned back from the window. Dave nuzzled her cheek again.

"Kiss him, Brit," I ordered. Her eyes popped open. So did her mouth. Dave quickly put his mouth over hers for an instant before she twisted away.

"Don't," she whimpered.

"Brit," I said. "You're not going to get an 'A' in heavy petting if you can't pass basic kissing!"

Dave was nuzzling Britney's smooth face. Her soft hair brushed against him. His free hand reached across Britney's body. He pulled her closer. She squirmed in his arms. There was no escape. She was cuffed, held in place by the seat belt. She could not escape from Dave. Even if she could, she knew she had to do what I told her.

"Kiss him, Brit," I ordered.

She turned back from the window. She was facing me, but her eyes were looking down. Dave leaned over her. She took a deep breath. Then she closed her eyes. She turned her head toward Dave. She tilted it back and to the side.

I'll never forget the look of surrender on Britney's face as she waited for Dave's kiss. She looked so young, so helpless, so beautiful, so willing.

Britney twitched as Dave's lips met hers. I watched him kiss her. He was gentle. It looked as if he was being very thorough. Her full lips were soft. He could taste her, her lipstick, her young mouth. His free hand moved around her body, gently caressing her back.

"That's better," I said as Dave broke the kiss. Britney's face was flushed. She seemed to be breathing heavily. I turned and slid behind the wheel. I adjusted the mirror so I could see them. They kissed again as I pulled out and headed for the freeway.

Dave and Britney were putting on quite a show in the back seat. Whenever we passed a street light I could see them. Dave had his arms around Britney. He was kissing and nuzzling her. I could see his arms moving behind her as he held her against him. Just before we pulled on to the freeway we stopped for a long light.

Britney's head was back, resting on the seat back. Her head was turned away. I could see the side of her face. Her ear and her chin were smooth and white. Dave was nuzzling her neck. I watched Dave's lips slide slowly over Britney's soft, smooth skin. He still had his arm around Britney's shoulders. His other hand moved from her back. I watched it slide around. His fingers spread over the bulges in Britney's smooth, thin blouse. I saw her squirm as Dave traced the sharp bulges of her breasts.

The light changed. I moved onto the freeway. I watched Dave and Britney as much as I could. Dave was kissing her and feeling her up. She seemed to be submitting to his kisses. His hand was caressing and cupping the front of her top. He could feel the thin material slide over Britney's smooth, thin bra. He felt her flesh yield under the gentle pressure of his caresses. He felt the small bulges of her nipples.

It was almost forty miles to the lake house. After I turned off the freeway it was harder to see what was happening. There was a farmer light at the turnoff. I slowed and looked in the mirror. Britney was twisting and squirming in Dave's arms. I could hear her whimper. Then the light fell on her face. Dave was wet kissing her. I could see Britney's mouth open for his tongue. His hand was stroking and caressing her breast. Both her breasts looked swollen. Even in the dim light I could the little bulges her nipple made.

I watched them kiss. Dave moved his lips to her neck. Britney writhed, breathing hard. I saw her face. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open slightly. I could see her perfect white front teeth, even in the dim light. Then we pulled out into the darkness.

There was a gas station at the turnoff. I pulled in. I didn't need gas. I let old Jake shuffle out anyway.

"No gas," I said. "Could you wipe off the windshield?"

Jake glared at me. He didn't like being disturbed. He knew me though. There was often something for a dirty old man to look at. Jake wrung out his rag and bent over the hood. I could see the old man's eyes widen.

I glanced in the mirror. Dave was still working Britney over. I could see his hand massaging her ripe young breasts through her top. His other hand was holding her head while he wet-kissed her. Britney was squirming and wriggling. They looked almost like lovers making out.

Jake was in his sixties. He was not very cool. I figured he didn't know who Britney Spears was. She was just a very pretty teenage girl to him. Jake had an eye for pretty teenage girls.

Jake shuffled back into the station. He would jerk off the rest of his shift, picturing himself in Dave's place, kissing and feeling a smooth, sweet little girl.

A few more minutes down the rough, graveled road and we arrived at the lake house. I went around and opened Britney's door. She sat sullenly while Dave unfastened her seat belt.

"Come on!" I urged. Dave helped, pushing Britney's legs out the door. I pulled the handcuffed girl to her feet. She twisted, trying to keep her balance so she wouldn't rub against me. Dave slipped out behind her. He reached down to take her elbow. She frowned and twisted away, but Dave grabbed her. She struggled. Her thin wrists twisted in the handcuffs. Dave took her arm. He pulled her against him possessively. Britney looked up at me, her big eyes wide. Her pretty cheeks were framed in her quivering brown hair. It was frazzled from making out with Dave. Her top was all wrinkled where Dave hand been feeling her up. She had a pleading look on her face.

She looked so small and helpless sanding there all alone with her thin arms cuffed behind her. Dave, standing beside her, seemed twice a tall. He was looking down at her. He had a hungry look on his face. I almost felt sorry for Britney. She was usually surrounded by chaperones, security and bodyguards. It was always, "Yes, Miss Spears," and "No, Miss Spears," and "Whatever you say, Miss Spears." Now, here she was, being led off in handcuffs to spend a romantic evening submitting to Dave's sexual advances.

I locked the car while Dave led Britney up the walk to the house. Dave had slipped his hand under Britney's hair, holding her neck. She was no longer resisting. She walked beside him. I could see her small white hands dangling from the shiny cuffs behind her back.

I caught up with them at the porch. I unlocked the door and switched on the lights.

Britney looked around uneasily.

"Nice place!" Dave remarked.

"Bring her along!" I said. I led the way down the hall to my playroom. I reached behind Britney with the handcuff key. I unlocked her left cuff. Dave held her arms in front of her while I re-fastened the cuff. I reached down and pulled Britney's slender arms up to the chain hanging from the ceiling.

"No!" she gasped. She tossed her head. I felt her pulling at the cuffs, but it was too late. The cuffs dropped into the clip on the chain. She seemed to be hanging by her wrists. They were pulled straight up over her head. Her feet bore her weight, but only if she stood still.

Britney looked up. Her eyes were wide. She twisted her wrists and pulled at the cuffs. It was no use. She looked at Dave. She quickly looked away. Then she seemed to surrender. She stopped struggling and stood with her head bent, her silky hair hanging down.

"I think you should take her clothes off, don't you?" I suggested to Dave.

"No!" Britney gasped. Her head popped up, splashing her hair. She looked at me, her eyes wide. She realized that she could not stop Dave from stripping her naked, right there!

Dave moved in front of her. He reached down and began sliding her top out of her jeans.

Britney grimaced. She twisted, making little "Oh!" whimpers. Then she twisted wildly, pulling helplessly at the cuffs, as Dave slid her top up her body. Her smooth white tummy came into view, then her thin white bra as her head disappeared. Dave slid her top up her arms until her hair tumbled out. He twisted it around the cuffs, holding it out of the way.

Dave reached for Britney's bra. It fastened in front. She grimaced and twisted away. Dave caught her. He grabbed clasp and opened it. The cups fell away.

"Nooo!" moaned Britney. She felt the air on her naked flesh! Dave slid her limp bra up her arms where it joined her top. Britney twisted away from Dave, trying to hide her breasts from him. She just showed them to me. I had heard the rumors about a boob job. These looked perfect to me! They were high and firm and very white. With Britney's arms up, they seemed higher and fuller. They were slightly elongated cones. Nicely rounded at the base, they arced sharply up in a swollen curve and tapered to prominent, pale nipples. They shivered stiffly as Britney struggled.

I caught her arms halfway between her shoulder and her elbow. I turned her back toward Dave. Her arms were thin. Her skin was smooth and soft. I felt her tremble. I looked over her shoulder at her bare breasts.

I only had a moment to look. Both breasts disappeared under Dave's eager hands.

"Nooo! Nooo!" moaned Britney. I held her arms as she tried to turn away. She could not escape. I saw Dave's hands moving. I saw glimpses of Britney's smooth white skin between his fingers.

"Nooo! No, stop it!" she sobbed.

"Britney!" I made my voice sharp. "Stop wiggling! Let him touch you!"

"Ohhh!" Britney moaned. She was gasping for breath. "Please... nooo!"

"Shut up!" I snapped.

I could still hear her breathing. She stopped wiggling so much. I saw Dave's fingers meet at her nipples. They slide gently down her breasts and back. I could see her smooth, silky, pale white skin yield to Dave's big, dark fingers. I could see her nipples sticking out. She gasped and twitched whenever he touched them. I was till holding her arms. I could feel her shivering and trembling. Poor little girl! Dave had been kissing and fondling her for almost an hour in the car. She was probably aroused then. I as sure she was aroused now. I could tell she hated it.

Finally Dave stopped. He left Britney hanging, her head down, breathing hard. He pulled up a chair in front of her. He sat down. He bent over and took off Britney's shoes. He slipped her socks off her little bare feet. He reached for her jeans. I guess by now Britney knew it was useless to protest. She choked back a little sob of embarrassment as Dave unsnapped the catch and unzipped her jeans. They were tight. Dave had to work them off her hips, sliding them over her white panties. He pulled them down her legs. Reaching behind her knee, he pulled forward and slipped one leg out, then the other.

I was still holding Britney's arms. She was trembling and taking quick shallow little breaths. I saw Dave's hands circle her waist just above her panties. Britney made little "Uhn" sounds as Dave's fingers caressed her. I released Britney's arms. I reached up and unlocked the cuffs, one at a time, Slipping Britney's bra and top off her arms before locking hem again. Then I clipped the cuffs lower on the chain. Finally I knelt behind her with the leg spreader.

I eyed Britney's smooth young legs as I reached down and grabbed her ankles. She had great feet! I wanted to feel them, but I had to hold on. Dave was sliding her panties down!

The elastic flipped off her buttocks. There they were, two pure white rounded globes, inches from my lips! Britney was dancing, twisting and pulling her feet against my hands. She was gasping and making little sobbing squeaking sounds. Her bare legs flexed and her buttocks shivered, but she could not keep her panties from sliding down. Dave held her legs. I was ready with the leg spreader.

Britney let out a long, wailing sob as she felt the steel cuffs forcing her slender ankles apart. I went all the way, about four feet. Britney was hanging like a slender, squirming upside down "Y." She was stark naked. She was almost hanging by her wrists. She could support her weight on her widely spread legs, but only if she held still. Dancing and twisting would hurt her wrists.

Dave stood up. He stepped back in front of Britney to admire her. I took a last, loving look at that smooth, sweet young ass. With her legs spread so wide, her crack opened slightly. It was all I could do not to press a finger up between those two delicious pieces of meat. Then I walked around Britney and joined Dave.

He was looking down feasting his eyes. Britney was naked, spread out, every part of her beautiful teenage body in full view. She glared at Dave. The angry, defiant look on her pretty face amazed me. She was totally at Dave's mercy. Every part of her body, her arms, legs, thighs, breasts, to say nothing of her ass and cunt, were totally accessible. Dave could touch, fondle, kiss and lick anywhere. She could not stop him, resist, or escape.

I was getting hard just looking. Her body was perfect! She looked young, but not immature. Her waist curved gently in, then embraced her hips. They were just wide enough to be enticing. Her tummy was flat and smooth, plunging down to her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. Her hips rocked as though she could feel my eyes on her. Her legs were spread wide. I could see the folds of her cunt.

Dave moved the chair in front of Britney.

"Time to get to know you better, Brit," he gloated.

What are you going to do?" she whined. She twisted until the cuffs pulled her wrists. Then she fell back. Her eyes were wide.

Dave sat in the chair. He moved it closer. His head was level with Britney's naked breasts. His legs extended between her thighs. I could see his pants tenting over his erection. It almost touched her slit! I sat down on the couch behind Dave where I could see everything.

Dave reached out. Britney squirmed as he caught her left breast in his big hand. He held it, moving it from side to side. He ran his fingers over it, inspecting it as though it were a fruit.

"Don't!" she gasped. Then she caught her breath as Dave's fingers brushed her stiff nipple.

I watched her grimace and writhe as he did the same with her other breast. I guess he was looking for the implants. All he found was the smooth, silky, firm young flesh of a growing teenage girl. Her skin was smooth and pale. It looked almost transparent. It seemed unblemished by scars or marks of any kind.

Dave slid his hands around Britney's bare body to her back. He pulled her toward him as he put his face between her breasts. Britney grimaced. I heard her catch her breath as Dave's lips touched her chest. He rocked his head, nuzzling her silky soft skin. Then he moved his head over. His lips dragged up onto Britney's right breast.

"Unh....OH! Unnnn..." she moaned. She twitched and flinched, but Dave's hands held her against his mouth. He lowered his head, kissing the underside of her breast. He moved his head across, rubbing his lips up and down the side. Her breasts shivered as she squirmed. Dave moved back across and nuzzled her left breast.

Britney was whimpering and breathing hard. Her head fell back, her eyes closed. The way her lips parted, showing her pretty teeth, made her look very sexy. I could tell she was feeling pretty sexy, even though she didn't want to. Dave was kissing all over her bare breasts but avoiding her nipples on purpose. They were sticking out. They looked stiff and erect. Her breasts themselves looked stiff and erect.

Britney gasped. Her body twitched. She moaned faintly, "Unnnn..oo! No! Nooo!" She squirmed and danced, tossing her hair.

Dave's lips were wrapped around her right nipple. He tasted her tense bud. He caressed it, sliding his hot wet tongue slowly round and round. He felt Britney's naked body writhe in his hands. Her hips pumped and rocked. Dave was turning her on!

I could tell Britney hated the way Dave was making her feel. There was nothing she could do to escape him. I was pretty sure Dave could pet her all the way to climax. I knew Britney expected some guy to just fuck her. She had never dreamed it would be like this!

Dave kept nursing at Britney's stiff young nipples. He had his hands on her back holding her against him. He moved them lower, to her waist, then to her buttocks. She was already squirming and dancing, but I saw her hips twist violently as Dave cupped her ass in his hands.

Dave released her nipple. He looked up at her. Her breasts were swollen, trembling, her stiff nipples shiny with his saliva.

"Know what I want, Brit?" he teased. She didn't respond. She just hung there, panting.

Dave reached out and stroked her bare tummy just below her navel.

"Know what I'm going to do?" he repeated. Britney's eyes popped open as he touched her. She looked down at Dave. Her face was so sweet, so pure. Her expression was fear, arousal, humiliation. She looked beautiful and very sexy.

"Know what I want?" Dave repeated.

I couldn't see Dave's face, but I could picture the wicked gleam in his eye.

"Oh, please, no!" sobbed Britney. "Please don't!"

Dave's hand moved lower. He was watching Britney's face. His fingers followed the gentle curve of her body to her patch of pubic hair.

"Oh, please (sob) you can't!"

Britney arched her back in a desperate attempt to escape Dave's fingers. He reached behind her. He spread his hand over her bare buttocks and pulled her forward.

"Oh, no, Brit!" Dave gloated.

Britney shrieked. She shuddered. Dave's hand was under her, between her legs. His fingers slowly and very gently massaged her. He was spreading her folds apart.

"Unh...(gasp)...unh...(gasp)...," she panted. Her head was back again, eyes closed. I heard the faint "shtick" as her inner folds parted. She was already wet!

Dave felt her part for him. Her hot juices gushed out over his fingers.

"Little Brit is all hot, isn't she?" Dave gloated.

Britney's hips twisted and pumped hysterically. They were trapped between Dave's hands. He had one hand on her ass. The fingers of his other hand were in her cunt. His hands moved togeth. He followed every move.

"You can't get away from me!" Dave crowed. "Not 'til I get what I want!"

Her secretions lubricated his fingers. He gently spread her wet, silky inner folds. His finger found the entrance to her vagina.

"...Noooo..." Britney moaned.

Dave slowly pressed his finger into Britney. She was smooth and tight. Maybe even a virgin, but a smooth, hot fuck in any case.

"You know I'm going to fuck you, don't you?"

Dave didn't expect an answer. To his surprise, Britney, still sobbing, nodded faintly! Dave slid his finger out of Britney's vagina. He stroked the warm, wet inner folds of her teenage cunt.

"Yeah, gonna fill you with my cum!" he teased.

"Oh God!" Britney moaned. With her arms chained over her head and her legs spread wide, she couldn't resist Dave in any way. He had one hand on her ass. His fingers were caressing her bare buttocks, stroking her smooth, soft, firm skin. His other hand was between her spread legs.

"Uhn!" Britney grimaced. Her hips twisted. Dave had found her clit! He caressed it gently with his fingertip. Britney took several quick breaths. Her hips rocked and twisted. She was unable to escape!

"That feel good, Brit?" Dave teased.

Britney didn't answer. She caught her breath. She tossed her hair and twisted her hips in a last futile attempt to escape Dave's caress. I could see his finger pressed into Britney's folds. He was stroking her about twice a second. Britney's beautiful hips were still, caught between Dave's hands. The fingers of one hand caressed the curves of her buttocks while he finger-fucked her with the other.

Britney hung there motionless. Only her smooth tummy pumped with her breathing. Dave's finger was still flicking over her clit about twice a second. Suddenly she gasped. Her hips shuddered, then twisted. Dave followed her, keeping his finger on her.

"Unnnnnnh..." Britney gasped. She was breathing hard. Her hips were pumping. It looked as if she was trying to fuck Dave's finger.

"No...(gasp) no...(gasp)..." she moaned.

"Gonna cum for me, Brit?" Dave teased. His hand was still dancing between Britney's widely spread thighs. He was still stroking her about twice a second.

"Nooo...(gasp) P l e a s e..." Britney moaned.

"Oh, yes, Brit!" Dave teased. Britney's hips were rocking and bucking like an erotic dancer's. Dave followed her moves. He was keeping her hot, wet, stiff little bulb under his finger. Britney's folds were swollen and wet. Her juices poured out over his finger.

Britney let out a little shriek. I saw her hips shudder. Dave slowed his caresses.

Britney was dancing as much as she could in her bonds. She was making little "Unh" noises, trying to catch her breath. I thought she had come. Then I realized Dave was still caressing her. She was still responding.

I imagined how it must feel to Britney. Dave's finger was moving very very slowly. He was massaging the shaft of her clit. His fingertip was stroking her. I could tell she was right on the edge of a huge orgasm.

Britney's eyes were wide open. She had a glazed, far away look. Her mouth was open. I could hear her panting.

"Bet you'd like me to fuck you, wouldn't you?" Dave teased. I saw his hand move as he gave Britney four or five quick strokes. She gasped. She put her head back and moaned.

"You want to cum, don't you?" Dave asked. His finger moved slowly between her folds, gently caressing the tip of her clit.

"Ohhh..." Britney moaned. Her eyes rolled. She bit her lip as her body shivered between Dave's hands.

"Brit? You want to cum?" Dave asked again.

"Ohhh..." Britney moaned. She was gasping for breath.

Dave gave Britney four or five more quick strokes. She caught her breath. Her pretty face twisted in a grimace.

"Ready to cum, Brit?" Dave asked.

"Ohhh...(gasp)... yes," Britney whimpered. Her eyes were closed tightly.

"Want me to fuck you?" Dave asked.

I watched in amazement as Britney nodded weakly!

Dave gave her more quick strokes until she caught her breath. Her body was trembling. Her mouth was open. Her eyes were closed. Her nipples were sticking out. Her breasts looked swollen.

"Want me to fuck you?" Dave asked.

Britney moaned. Her hips jerked. She shuddered.

"Oh...(gasp)...oh, yes... fuck me!" she gasped.

"What?" Dave asked. I saw his finger very slowly trace Britney's swollen bulb. She was right at the verge of orgasm. It must be unbearably sensitive. Britney's hips were rocking rhythmically.

"Ohhhh...fuck me! Ohhh...fuck me!" Britney moaned. "Oh, god..."

Dave stood up. I did too. Both our pricks were rock hard. I knelt behind Britney. I could feel her heat as I slipped the cuffs of the leg spreader off her ankles. Dave un-clipped the cuffs from the chain. Britney's arms dropped. Dave caught her as she stumbled into his arms. She moaned. She pressed her face into his shirt. She rubbed her swollen breasts against him. Her wrists were still cuffed together in front of her.

Dave led her to the bed. She walked stiffly, leaning against him. Dave sat on the bed and lowered Britney beside him. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted slightly. Her breathing was heavy. Dave slipped the handcuff key into the right bracelet and released it. He released the left bracelet. The cuffs fell rattling to the floor. Britney turned toward Dave. Her arms flew around his neck. Dave rocked back on the bed as Britney threw herself onto him. I jumped up. It looked as if she was attacking him!

I was about to pull her off when I saw her lips press into Dave's. She WAS attacking him, but not the way I thought. Britney climbed over Dave. Her hands cradled his head as she kissed him. Her thighs straddled his leg. Her ass pumped as she rubbed her cunt against him. Dave's hands curved around Britney's back as he held her against him.

Britney rolled off Dave. She attacked his pants. I couldn't see her face, but her hands were ripping at Dave's belt. Now DAVE was pumping his hips. He was unbuttoning his shirt. Britney finished with his pants. She jerked his shorts down so hard I heard them rip. Dave's huge, swollen cock waved stiffly. Britney rose to her knees. Her back was to me. She swung her leg over Dave as if she was mounting a horse. She reached down with both hands. She rubbed the head of Dave's prick up and down her hot, wet cunt three times. I heard Dave groan in pleasure. Then, in one sharp move of her hips, Britney impaled herself on Dave's cock.

I heard Dave gasp. Britney let out a sort of bubbly groan. Then her ass muscles flexed. She rode Dave's pole, rocking her hips. She was breathing hard, making little "uhn" sounds between breaths. Now Dave was breathing hard. His deeper "ahn" sounds mixed with Britney's high "unhs." I could even hear the squishy sounds of Dave's organ sliding in and out of Britney.

Britney shrieked. It was a shrill, "Oh god!" Her hips froze. Dave's were still pumping. She shrieked again. Then she fell forward onto Dave. Her hands grabbed at his head, his hair. Her frantic lips sought his neck, his face. She was sobbing and moaning. Dave was still pumping. Britney's whole body rose and fell with his violent strokes. The I heard Dave cry out. It was a deep, incoherent growl, almost a roar. He arched his back, raising Britney off the bed. She lay on top of him. Her smooth, silky body writhed against his. I could almost hear Dave's cum shooting into Britney. She could feel it, deep inside her, hot, wet, filling her vagina, splashing into her womb. Dave pumped and pumped, each time lifting Britney off the bed, until he pumped himself dry.

They lay together. They were motionless except for their breathing. Their breathing became slower and deeper. I realized they were asleep. They were both worn out, I guess.

The End