Chapter Seven
The next two weeks were a whirlwind. First I had to help Charlette sell her house, then Anita's and get them both moved into a smaller two-bedroom apartment. When we were finished, I was surprised to get a key to the apartment.
"We need someone to look after the place." Anita smiled warmly.
My good fortune continued when Sean, Sally's dad, gave me a job at his company. It paid way too well for my menial filing duties. But that wasn't my main reason for being there.
"Mark," Sean pulled me aside, "I need someone to keep an eye out for odd behavior."
"Like what?"
"There's a leak in the financing, and they're good at covering their tracks. Keep an ear out for anything suspicious. You may hear a rumor that I'm pissed at you. Don't worry about it. It's just cover to distance us."
I smiled, knowing I'd ace the assignment.
"Thanks. You make Sally happy and that really means the world to me."
Bolstered by my good luck I had a friend of mine score a fake ID for me. If I was going to be alone for three weeks, I was going to enjoy it. I even grew a goatee to age my face.
I saw Anita and Charlette off at the airport. It was a tearful goodbye, but I knew it wouldn't be forever. Even harder was seeing Sally off just two days later.
"Now. The rule is: Enjoy yourself. Got it mister?"
"Yes ma'am."
We kept the public affection to a minimum since both her parents were looking on. With watery eyes I sent Sally down the ramp to the waiting jet liner.
Work went on without incident for the first few days after the big boss's departure. I became adept at eavesdropping while I filed. Nothing solid at first, just general gossip and one salesman, Blake, with some wild stories about a massage service that gave out "full service" as he put it. I had my suspicions he was behind the problem, but then again, maybe I just wanted to bring an asshole salesman down a few notches.
I went berserk with the first paycheck. I nabbed an Xbox and several games. I also hit the local adult store to test out my new facial hair and ID. It worked and I walked away with several new DVDs. Not being daring I got mostly Playboy stuff. I vowed to go harder next time.
I told my folks I'd be out late, so I crashed at the apartment. Firing up the company laptop I logged into work and started running through a log generated by the company's URL catcher. I immediately started with Blake's log. Nothing nefarious. I gave up and shut down the machine.
Sighing, I resigned myself to some softcore porn and short, but effective, masturbating.
The next weekend, first I picked up some fanciful DVDs, opting for a different store than last time. I found some lesbian, guy-girl-girl, and even some anal and lastly a bondage piece (out of sheer perverse curiosity). I got to the apartment around 9:00 am and reviewed some more log files. Still nothing.
I started my porn viewing with the group sex piece. I found I was more interested in watching the two blondes so I switched to one of the lesbian discs. This one I had snagged without thinking, the cover showing a big-breasted latina and a petite blonde. The story involved something to do with Maria (the latina) seducing her co-worker Bess.
Needless to say it didn't take long for them to get together and the bulk of the film were shots of them doing it all over the office, in the car, and finally in front of their boss, a redheaded slut that eventually joined in.
I pulled my dick out and stroked it furiously. Watching the trio only helped remind me of my three lovers, all gone away. As Bess came with her boss's tongue down her cunt and Maria's fingers up her ass I couldn't control myself any longer. Long jets of cum sprayed out onto the floor and over my legs.
I cleaned up and went back to working. Nothing of promise as yet, so I went back to the bag of porn. This time I withdrew the anal sex video. This one didn't have a plot, just a collection of clips from other films, each just showing an act of anal sex.
I had intended this one for 'educational' purposes as I'd wanted to be more sure of my technique when Sally returned. Each piece on the disc showed various angles, speeds, and people. The one I found most exciting was a well-muscled businessman ass fucking his black secretary. The way she screamed for it and her large, plump ass made for quite the stimulating experience. I had my dick in hand ready to cum once more when my computer alerted me.
Blake had finally screwed up. It was all there. The money transfer, the bank accounts, the whole nine yards. In a few seconds it was all saved to diskette. As soon as Sally's dad returned, Blake would be in jail, and I'd be the corporate hero.
I wish I'd had someone to celebrate with, Sally would be exceptional company right now. Alas, all I had was porn and my own two hands. I flipped the anal sex video back on and watched with rapt fascination. With considerable effort I managed to leave my dick alone, hoping to delay my climax for one final, blissful moment.
As the video wrapped up, I glanced at my watch. It was starting to get late. I went back to the computer and wandered through some adult sites. With my newly acquired funds I found I could access a lot more than I ever thought possible. My interests wandered to and fro, but usually surrounded anal sex techniques. I even found an IRC channel dedicated to 'back door lovin' as one person put it.
I quickly introduced myself and described the situation in as vague of terms as possible. I didn't think they needed to know that I was planning on butt fucking my fifteen-year-old girlfriend. What's more, I didn't think the revelation of how I got into the fetish, sodomizing a spanish teacher twice my age, would go over real well. Several of the members were very helpful. One in particular a woman going by the nick "AssGrrl" was particularly concerned with my technique.
"It can be one of the most intimate moments you share with a woman, or the most disastrous." she explained.
She pointed out the right kind of lube to use, even suggesting a condom so it doesn't leave a mess behind. "Some girls can't stand the feeling of it inside." she explained, "I, on the other hand, find it quite kinky."
Realizing how late it was, I begged AssGrrl's pardon and said I had to run. I also asked if I could talk with her again tomorrow. She responded with a enthusiastic "YES" and we exchanged email addresses. Getting up from the desk, I realized how badly I need to cum. I was about to power down when my inbox beeped. A message from AssGrrl was there. Big file attached. I downloaded the file, "visualizations.zip" while I read the message:
Something for you to visualize tonight. Keep it real. Keep it big. Keep it real big. -AssGrrl
The file unzipped to 20 or so JPEG files. I cracked the first one open. It was a file named "assgrrl01.jpg." A beautiful (and very naked) strawberry blonde was displayed on all fours. She had beautiful tits, average sized, but firm. Her ass was pointed at the camera, but her face was visible in the mirror behind the bed. A nude blonde woman, thin and toned was next to her, a very large dildo in one hand. The other was spreading Strawberry's ass open. In the next picture the blonde was tongue fucking Strawberry's ass. From the look on strawberry's face, it was more than she could handle. Each picture moved the action forward, until the blonde with her dildo fully lubed (with jelly and pussy juice) pushed it into Strawberry's ass. The photos showed a very slow progress, with Strawberry's face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
The erection in my pants was insane when I'd finished the mini photo album. I scrolled through them again and picked my favorite image, one with all 8-inches of the dildo buried in Strawberry's ass, and her mouth wide open in a scream of delight. It didn't take long until, grunting and swearing, I shot long ribbons of semen all over the towels I'd laid out on the bed.
I shut the computer down, tossed towels in the laundry and put my new DVD collection away. Properly locking everything up and made for home in a hurry.
Sunday found me tied up with house chores and "family activities" so I couldn't email my new friend and thank her for the photos until Monday.
AssGrrl, Thanks for the photos, they were fantastic. Informative and helpful in "relieving" my needs. BTW, who's the strawberry blonde? She's hotter than hot! -Jean-Marc
I continued my research on Blake. Now that I knew where the money trail went, it was fairly easy to fill in the gaps. Sally and her family would be back in another week, so I had to have a formal report ready then. It was Wednesday morning when I fired the report off to Sean's mailbox. To my surprise I had a response that same morning.
Marc, Outstanding work son! I had my suspicions as well. I'm hopping the red-eye tonight. Can you pick me up? I arrive at 3:02 am. Sorry for the short notice, but we need to get going ASAP! Thanks!
I called my folks and they didn't seem to care, so I responded that I could be there.
Bleary-eyed I waited in the airport by the baggage claim. I adjusted uncomfortably on the floor. Damn new regulations kept me from waiting in the terminal where there were at least chairs. I spotted Sean coming around the corner and staggered to my feet.
Sean smiled, "Good work lad!""
"No problem sir." I shook his hand and gave him the folder I'd compiled on Blake's activities.
As we drove home he alternatively sighed and laughed, "Blake, Blake, Blake." he muttered. "Hookers, money, and fraud. Sounds like a Grisham novel, huh Marc?"
"You could say that." I responded. "By the way, when is the rest of the family coming back?"
Sean didn't even look up, "You mean when does Sally get back?"
"Well, I meant the whole..."
He laughed, "That's OK. They should be home Saturday morning. Sally complained so loudly you'd swear that girl was part banshee."
I tried very hard not to smile.
"We'll get this all settled, then they won't have any trouble when they get home. My wife hates trouble."
"Understood."
We pulled into the driveway, and I got out to fetch Sean's things and bring them into the house. I was making my exit when he stopped me. Emerging from his study, he handed me a large envelope.
"I'd give you a straight bonus, but the fucking feds will take half of it. Get a safe deposit box tomorrow morning and put this in there until you spend it."
"Look, I don't need..."
"Marc, shut up and take it. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow," his voice said not to argue with him.
I took it, shook his hand and left. Well, I left the line of sight for the house, then I pulled over to open the envelope. It was thick, and what I thought were one-hundred dollar bills were actually one-thousands! Twenty-five of them. I wanted to faint.
The next morning I did exactly as I was told, getting a deposit box and securing the money therein. Next I went to work. Sean enjoyed the expression of terror on Blake's face when he surprised everyone in the office with his sudden return from the Orient. Blake was further surprised when he was led away in handcuffs with friends and coworkers looking on. I caught Sean's eye as he followed the police out the door. He winked and was gone.
I decided to call it a day and went to the apartment. Checking my personal account I found a message from AssGrrl:
Marc you naughty boy! The strawberry blonde is me! I'm glad it pleased you so. Let me know when you're online. -AssGrrl
Attached to the file were some new photos. These depicted the woman ass-fucking herself with a very long and thinner dildo. It was heavenly to watch the bright pink dildo pass inch by inch down her sphincter. What's more, she used another fake cock to penetrate her pussy. I couldn't believe how hard she was giving it to herself, but the look on her face simply couldn't be faked.
I was already highly stimulated when I found her online.
"You are one naughty little slut, you know that?"
"It could be worse. I could be the perverted guy getting his rocks off by watching this twisted bitch."
"Good point."
"I'm glad you liked my pics. I had fun making them."
"So I could see. Sally get's back this Saturday. I can't wait."
"Let me know how it goes. Don't leave any details out!"
"I'll be sure to give it to you, blow-by-blow."
"LOL! You better! Well, I need to get going. Take care and stay in touch!"
"I will. Thanks for everything!"
"You betcha."
I was too wired to watch porn, as odd as that sounds, so I browsed around the web for something to blow my newfound wealth upon. I had a car, such as it was. I had an Xbox, games, porn, a computer, hell even an apartment! It became late so I headed home. It was on the way that I spotted it. Black, smooth, and bristling with testosterone. I recognized the model motorcycle as being a few years old. It was your standard Kawasaki "crotch-rocket" and it was going to be mine!
Saturday morning finally rolled around and I shot down to Sally's on my new bike. I'd gotten a matching helmet for myself, and beautiful crimson one for her. She stood on the front steps waiting. She looked more beautiful than ever. She had on green half-shirt, black mini-skirt and white tennis shoes and socks. Sally smiled brightly as she spied me through the gate.
Ostensibly I was taking her up to cheerleading camp, but that didn't start until Monday. For the next two days she, her folk's cabin, and the acres and acres of land it sat on, were all mine. We exchanged a long, passionate kiss then she hopped on the back of the bike, her gear in a small backpack. I tore off heading for the mountains with all deliberate speed.
It was a half-hour drive to the lake, where I'd already stashed my stuff and food for the weekend yesterday. I parked the car in the garage, a small building detached from the main cabin. Loading up the boat we shoved off and made for open water. The lake was surprisingly empty today, something I was thankful for. Sally clung tight to me as we sped up and shot across the water. I slowed down and sent the boat down into some of the water-filled canyons that surrounded the lake. Finally I killed the engine and tied the boat to shaded spot beside a canyon wall. Sally had removed her shoes and socks and laid out on the bow of the large speedboat.
"I've missed you so much Sally." I slid on top of her, lips intertwining. My dick swelled in eager anticipation. My hands slid across the small of her back and up behind her. As they drifted around her rib cage to the front, Sally stopped me.
"In a hurry big boy?" she smiled at me wickedly.
"As a matter of fact," smiling, I pressed my cock harder into her body, "I am."
"Don't you want to see your presents?" she'd stood up. I looked at her, trying to hide my disappointment. "Trust me, Marc, they're worth it."
I nodded, smiling at the redhead beauty.
"Alright then," she grinned, turning her back to me. Reaching under the waistband of her skirt, she slid the garment off her ass in one motion, revealing a dark green thong. On her left ass cheek was a beautiful tattoo of a tiger in vivid color, wrapped in some oriental text. "See? Now I am your wildcat."
"What's it say?"
She blushed, "The tattoo lady didn't want to write it on there, she said I was too young. A couple of extra bucks and she didn't give a shit. It's basically something to the effect of a fertility prayer, but with more of a nasty overtone."
"It's gorgeous babe."
"I hoped you'd like it." she turned around to face me and slid the loose shirt off her top, breasts firm and beautiful. "Notice anything different?"
"They look, um, bigger," I didn't want to offend her, but they did look bigger.
"I love you. Crystal swore you wouldn't notice. Now she owes me twenty bucks."
"Why did your sister say that?"
"When she started on the herbs, her boyfriend didn't notice the difference."
"Herbs?"
"She discovered them on her first trip out east. They help build up mammary fats. Ever notice how much bigger she is than me or mom?"
"Well..."
She smacked me playfully, "Oh you've noticed! Anyway, she stopped taking them when she hit a D-cup. I don't know when I'll stop, but I've already outgrown all my bras."
"Well, I like it," I said, reaching out to feel the new flesh. My fingertips drifted over her swollen breasts, gently stroking her erect nipples.
"Oh god they're sensitive. Be gentle."
I pulled her to me and licked Sally's tits, circling each areola with slow, soft movements. Mentally I pictured Sally with even larger breasts, it made my dick hurt, the pressure building inside me was becoming difficult to control.
"Ready for your last present m'love?"
"There's more?"
Sally nodded, smiling. She was laid out at the bow of the boat, her back to the forward-most point. Slipping her thong panties off, she showed me her sexy, completely hairless cunt. "Crystal recommended it. She says the boys at college like it and they'll go down on her in a flash."
She stroked it, still not used to the sensations. "Did it hurt?" I asked.
"A bit, since I had most of the hair removed chemically. Makes it smoother." I reached a hand down to stroke her smooth mound. Sally shuddered with delight as I worked around her pubic area. "It's been way too fucking long." I didn't respond, but I did lay a soft kiss on her bald pussy lips. Sally ran her small fingers through my hair, "Definitely too long."
My tongue found its way into her warm, wet folds, forcing soft moans from Sally's mouth. Probing with soft, gentle flicks, I tasted the redhead's sweet nectar. I couldn't believe how much I'd missed something like this.
"Lick my pussy, Jean-Marc! Lick it! Oh fuck yes!" she cried out.
Gripping her hips I dug into her body, flicking and nibbling wildly. Sally's hands were in my hair, wordlessly encouraging my exploits. I slid my hands down around her ass. It was as smooth and flawless as I remembered.
"Harder, faster. Someone's coming. Oh god! I'm coming! I'm coming!" with a rush of juices I could feel my girlfriend climax.
Without a second to enjoy the moment, she ducked down, throwing her bikini back on. I started the motor and we sped off.
I nearly forgot to kill the engine when we got back to the cabin. We rushed up the path and flung the door open. I slammed it behind us and started to undress.
Sally was naked and I had my shirt off when she begged, "Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
After pulling my trunks off, I scooped the redhead up into my arms, slamming us both against the wall. Penetration was hard and forceful, but I was too drunk on my own hormones to care. Sally cried out, swearing and calling my name, as I thrust in and out of her body.
"Give it to me, you big fucker! God I love your cock inside me!"
Sweat soon coated our bodies, as we made mad, frantic love against the wall of the cabin. Screaming and groaning, we didn't care who heard us. Sally was a wildcat, giving as much as she got from me. With a burst of strength I pulled her away from the wall, holding her to me.
Throwing her head back, Sally cried out, "Oh fucking shit!!! YES!"
I let her down gently, both of us trying to catch our breath. Sally looked to ask me something, but when she saw me dig lubricant from my bag, she knew what was expected of her.
"A promise is a promise," she smiled, taking the lube from me and applying it to her hands.
Slowly, she worked it over my swollen member, pausing to kiss me hard on the lips. I spun her around, allowing her to brace against the wall. My hands went to her flawless ass, parting them.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too."
"Take me, I'm yours. Use me as you wish."
Without another word, I pushed the first two inches of my cock into her ass. I allowed her a moment to adjust to me, then I slid forward, this time I penetrated her fully.
"Holy fuck!" she cried out. "This is so fucking wild."
I slid up and down, loving the sweet, tight feel of her anus. My hands gripped her tits and I worked her harder.
"Oh god, Jean-Marc. I like it! I really fucking like it!"
I fucked her ass some more, biting and nibbling her neck and earlobes.
"I feel so bad. Please keep fucking my ass!"
"My little slut," I whispered in her ear, pushing deeper into her bottom.
"Always your little slut. Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out.
I pumped in and out of her with hard, eager thrusts. My climax was at hand. I'd never felt so strong or so powerful. My thrusts were now lifting Sally off her feet, my dick driving deep into her asshole. I'd lost track of how long we'd fucked, but I finally exploded deep inside my girlfriend, pumping her ass full of my warm, sticky semen.
I didn't want to, but eventually, I slipped out of Sally. Guiding her to the bed, I laid her down, kissing her softly until we both fell fast asleep.
The remainder of the weekend was a blur of sex, wine, and more sex. Too exhausted to continue, I dropped Sally off at cheer camp. Disappointed I wouldn't be with her, but thankful for the reprieve.
Sally bounded over to leap into my arms, covering me with kisses. She was dressed in her workout clothes, half-shirt, skirt and sneakers."I missed you so much!" she smiled, gathering her cheerleading gear up and loading it onto my bike's cargo rack. The week of cheerleading camp had been another long wait. I was glad we didn't have to be apart again for a long time.
"Bye Sally!" a girlish voice cried out.
We both turned to see a thin, blonde-haired blue-eyed beauty. She was cute as a button, with a tight shirt and small developing tits. She looked no more than 12 or so. Sally smiled back, "Janney! Come here!" The blonde trotted over. "You didn't think you could get away without giving me a proper goodbye?" The blonde blushed as Sally hugged her and kissed her on the forehead. "Janney, this is my man, Jean-Marc."
"Oh, hi." she had a slight drawl, "Sally's told me so much about you."
"Hopefully only the good things," I smiled at her, offering her my hand. She took it.
"I'll see you at school, ok?" she glanced back at a blonde woman, I assumed it was her mother.
"You bet. Just keep practicing and you'll make varsity in no time. K?"
Janney smiled, "Yes sir!" snapping an exaggerated salute and turning back to her mom.
Once Janney was out of earshot Sally turned to me, whispering "Tell me that's not the most delicious little piece of virgin pussy you've ever seen?"
I was staring at Janney's firm ass as she jogged away, "You're probably right." A wicked thought crossed my mind, "You didn't...?"
"No. But not for lack of trying. She's ripe for it. Once she gets over her fears, she'll be mine. I swear it."
"You feel like sharing?" I smiled hopping on the motorcycle.
Sally snuggled up behind me, "Not really. You can find your own pet project."
I grinned and gunned the engine. Shooting off down the mountain roads Sally hung onto me tightly. I took the scenic route home and after a half-hour found a deserted pull-off. I pulled the bike into a secluded overhang and shut the motor off.
Sally pulled her helmet off, shaking her red curls out, "Problem?"
"Nope. Just found the right spot." I turned kissing her deeply on the lips. She responded in kind, tongue tangling with mine.
We got off the bike and headed for the shade of a nearby outcropping. I reached under her skirt and slid her panties down onto the ground. To my delight I found her wet and hot around my fingers. "My goodness." I commented.
"A girl can only do so much for herself," she smirked.
"I see." I turned her around and let her brace her hands on a boulder. I slid a finger into her well-slicked pussy. She purred with delight. "So you're going to make that blonde thing your little bitch?"
Sally nodded, the finger up her cunt too much pleasure for her to speak.
"Sounds like fun." I dug another finger into Sally's pussy. "You know, I have a bitch too."
"Yes," Sally whispered, dreamily.
I pressed my cockhead into her swollen cunt lips, "And she should never forget that's she's my bitch, should she."
"Never. Forever yours. Always yours."
I smiled, sending the remainder of my manhood into her waiting body. She grunted loudly with each heavy thrust. I stroked her ass gently, playing with the round curves as I worked my dick in and out of the redhead's hairless pussy. Sally managed to free a hand to play with herself and my balls. The coupling was quick and rough. Her groans became louder, more primitive.
"Scream all you want my love, no one will hear."
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your sweet little bitch! Oh fuck yes! Yeeees!!!" she screamed as she came.
I came right after her, wads of thick semen squirting into her body.
The ride home was wildly erotic, knowing that Sally, her long legs wrapped around my ass, wasn't wearing any panties.
The first day of school was much like any other, new boring classes to replace the old boring classes of last year. That was, until seventh period.
Even though Charlotte wasn't teaching anymore, I still felt compelled to take French again. Man, did my intuition serve me well.
When I grabbed a seat at the back of the class, the teacher hadn't arrived yet. All I knew was that their last name was Jardin. I settled in, expecting the worst.
Ms. Jardin came into the classroom, quiet as a mouse. Her hair was shoulder length and black. She wore thick glasses and a frumpy sweater and skirt combo. Despite her attempts to hide inside her clothes and soft voice, I could sense something warmer, something sexier beneath. I stared at her all period, examining her, hoping for a hint of whatever was hiding beneath her clothing. I was sorely disappointed.
I was all smiles when I met Sally after school.
"My, aren't we the chipper one," she greeted me with a kiss.
"You know how you've made Janney your little pet project for the year?"
"Yes," she gave me a puzzled look.
"Well," I beamed, "I just found mine."
[To be continued...]