Chris meets a variety of older women working his summer job

“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

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

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

“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

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

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

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

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

“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.

“, 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

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

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

“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

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

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

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. 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

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

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

“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

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.”