The Broken Drum part11
by Hot Milfs Blog“Okay, but be gentle,” I said. “It’s still early.”
“I think you’ll like the question,” she giggled. “If you saw a
couple in bed… Just like we are now… You know like
spoons… Both facing the same way, and pressed tight
together… Can you guess the man’s name?”
“Huh…?” (God I’m brilliant in the morning.)
“Can you guess the man’s name… You have two choices, and
either one of them could be right.” More giggling and wriggling.
“I don’t have a clue…. Tell me.” Now my other hand was full of
tit, while I ran my free one up and down her side, thigh and
over the cheek of her ass.
“And the answers are…….. Willie Turner,” giggle, “or Willie
Taylor”. The second name was accompanied by a twitch of her
butt.
“Ahhhhhhh,” I said, “I understand now.” The hand that had been
stroking her thigh and ass dipped down between her firm cheeks,
and traced a line the full length of her pussy and up over her
anus. “Now I have a question for you, little girl.”
“What’s that?”
“Can you reach into that drawer beside you, and get the tube of
K-Y? Then either Mr. Turner or Mr. Taylor can visit.”
Momentarily, she handed me the tube of lube, and said, “I feel so
lazy this morning…… Would you mind if I didn’t move?”
“Then it would be Mr. Taylor who comes calling, I suppose.”
“As long as he’s gentle,” she sighed.
“Very…..” I quickly replied. “I suppose the best thing would
be for you to roll over…. No… On your stomach.”
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Leon’s hands were shaking, he was so excited, as he handed
over the still damp prints to Bodo. “The bastard gave me the
slip on the Freeway, so after I looked for him and couldn’t find
him I went to the darkroom to see what the camera captured.”
“Son-of-a-bitch!” Bodo exclaimed. “Does anyone else know
you’ve got these?”
“Of course not, Boss,” Leon quipped. “See they’re not even
dry yet.”
Leon reached for his car phone, and after waiting for the
connection to be completed he started, “Guido…. Was Rhonda
home tonight?”
There was a pause while the Big Boss answered. He
continued, “Well, I’ve got something here you have to see right
away. Can I stop over now?”
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I squeezed a generous glob of the K-Y onto my finger, and
carefully positioned on her pink puckered rosebud. I gave it a
few seconds to begin to liquefy, and then rubbed it in. It’s a
dirty job. But somebody has to do it…
As my fingers first touched, then stroked, then penetrated her
tight ass, her legs opened, and the muscular ring relaxed. I
added more K-Y, and the slippery substance coating my fingers
made it easy for other digits to play with her pussy, as her
rectum was readied and relaxed.
Finally, I got on my knees, between hers and applied a liberal
coat of slippery stuff to ‘Ol Faithful.
“Ready?” I asked…. Hoping the answer would be yes, but not
really caring, because from this position her pussy was equally
available…. and we both knew that she was about to get fucked.
“I think so,” she answered, as she rose up on her knees,
presenting those wonderful flared hips, those tight buns, that
deep wonderful cunt and her tight puckered back door. “Just be
careful.”
I moved forward, and placed “Ol Fathful’s” head in the center of
her anus, and pressed forward. I could feel the tightness, the
resistance of her sphincter holding me out.
“Easy…. Let me relax,” she said.
“I’ll just stay like this,” I answered through gritted teeth. I
wanted to drive it in, but that wouldn’t be good for Candi. And,
if it wasn’t good for her, then why bother…. (Can you believe
that shit!)
I eased off a little, and felt her butthole relax a little, she
urged me forward, breathing shallowly in little sharp gasps, and
the head slipping in. She groaned, and I froze.
“Just give me a second… To get used to you back there,” she
grunted. I waited, and then she said, “Now… Try it slowly.”
I added another dollop of K-Y where we were joined, and pressed
forward. I don’t know if it was the extra grease, but
regardless, I glided in. All the way in.
I felt her move, and asked what she was doing. Her answer was to
cup my balls, and say, “While you bang my asshole, I’m gonna
diddle my clit and stick my fingers into my puss…. Like this!”
Then I felt her fingers almost touch me through the thin membrane
that separated my cock from her pussy.
It was a mind-blowing experience. Fucking her in the ass, while
I steadied myself, with my hands on both sides of that gorgeous
butt, while she came again and again. Her asshole was hot and
tight, and pulsated with her orgasms, and I blew my load deep in
her bowels as I felt her fingers even deeper in her pussy.
It was over more quickly than either of us wanted it to be. But,
it was, and that was that. We separated, and both collapsed on
the bed, kissing and clutching. We had had each other every way
we could think of in the space of twelve or thirteen hours. Now
it was time to come down off our mutual high, and get ready to
face the day, and whatever it was going to hold.
After we showered (together, naturally), and had a couple of cups
of dark brown speed, I wrote her a ticket for DUI to complete her
story and clipped one of my business cards to it, I drove her
back to her car at the Drum.
She came around to my window after she got out of the Chevy, and
said, “Thank you, Eric. We better not do this again…. But, I
hope you don’t mind if I call….”
“Call anytime, Candi. I’d like to get to know you better.”
“Eric,” she laughed. “You couldn’t KNOW me any better if you
were my groin-acologist.” With that she unlocked her car,
climbed in and sat behind the wheel.
As I drove away, she was still sitting there, with her forehead
leaning on the steering wheel.
I was watching the other customers, as I used my pen to chase the
ice cubes around in my glass of DeWars, as I thought about the
night before. Nothing like that had ever happened to me. I was
glad it had, but I wasn’t sure I wanted it to continue. All I
needed was some crazy broad, with a great body, an insatiable
appetite for sex, and a jealous husband. Besides, most of my
time was filled up with trying to solve the cases the street
bulls threw my way.
My attention had shifted to the booze as it made oily swirls
through the smoky amber, just like it always did. I’d heard the
tap of high-heels, and unconsciously glanced up and smiled as
Janine carried a tray of fresh drinks to the table in the corner.
She always drew my attention. It was her long tapered legs I
suppose, or maybe the way she filled out her blouse, or the
secret promise I thought I saw in her dark eyes when we flirted.
I’d been stopping in to have a drink almost every evening for
almost a year. A nice enough place, but nothing special. I
suppose it was a combination of their chili and Janine’s muscular
calves that kept me coming back. Maybe I’ll see if she’d like to
go out this weekend, I thought, as I sipped my drink.
I was always coming up with brilliant ideas like that. “Stop
smoking. Stop drinking. Start exercising. Win the Lottery.
Write a book about some interesting case and make a million.” I
was a real fountain of great ideas.
The click of her heels on the hardwood floor brought me out of my
thoughts. I looked up, and there was Janine.
“I almost said something earlier,” she said, “but decided not
to.”
“What’s that?” I asked, as I stared at the way her heavily
starched blouse swelled over her full breasts.
“That I was surprised to see you in here tonight.”
“Why’s that? (See a brilliant conversationalist. Two, two word
sentences, back-to-back.)
“I kinda thought, you friend in the tight blue dress would have
you tied up.” she grinned.
“That’s one thing we didn’t try,” I grinned back. Can I ask you
something?” I asked in a more serious tone.
“Sure,” she said, “but then I get to ask you something.”
“Sounds fair…. Would you like to catch a flick or something to
eat, or something this weekend? Ya’ know I’m almost afraid to
ask you again…….”
“I’d love to do something with you this weekend, Eric,” she said,
running her wet tongue over her full red lips. “Saturday?”
“Saturday would be great…. About 8:00?
She nodded, and handed me a napkin with a phone number on it.
“Now I get to ask you something…..”
“Okay,” I said. “Ax away.”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about reincarnation lately…. And If
you could be reincarnated as anyone or anything in the world…
Who, or what would it be?”
“I haven’t really thought about, but I suppose… How about as a
handsome Malcomb Forbes?” (I was really quick). “Since you’re
the one who’s given it so much thought… What or who would you
come back as, Janine?”
“Mel Gibson’s wife’s pussy!” she answered, as she gave me a big
wink and turned back toward the bar.
“Janine!” I shouted.
She turned, and looked at me.
I saw her blush after I said, “I think your’s will do just fine.”