Chris set the cruise control on the car and settled back in his seat. It was an easy thirty-minute drive to the airport in the sparse traffic of the four-lane highway. His mother, Heather, was in the passenger seat. She was wearing navy slacks and a grey silk blouse. The silk material draped nicely over her generous breasts. She pulled down the sun visor and checked her face in the small mirror. She ran a comb through her hair and pulled her bangs into place.

"You look great, Mom," complimented Chris. She really did - in her mid-thirties, Heather was a knockout.

"Thanks, honey," she said, dropping her comb into her purse.

"I wish you didn't have to go on this trip," said Chris as he reached across and rested his hand on his mother's thigh. He slid his hand farther and gave the inside of her leg a gentle squeeze. Chris had a week before he would start college. He had quit his summer job and he had been looking forward to just chilling out for a few days. Chilling out and nailing his mother several times a day that is. His girlfriend, Cindy, wasn't available; she had already left town for her school.

Heather put her hand on her son's and snuggled it into the warmth between her thighs. "I'm sorry honey, but it's an important client. I'll be home before you know it."

"You know," Chris said, checking his rearview mirrors, "you could give me a little going away present."

"Oh, and what would that be?"

Chris unzipped his fly and pulled out his half hard cock which began to fill out and stiffen.

"Chris, it's daylight. Someone might see us."

"Come on Mom, there's practically no traffic. And you know you like a little extra excitement," Chris said with a grin.

Heather couldn't deny that. Not when she was committing incest with her son. She watched as his cock head lifted and quivered in the air above Chris' flat stomach. He was like some sort of sex god. His cock was simply huge and so was his sexual stamina. He easily kept his mother and girlfriend - two hot women - more than satisfied.

Chris reclined his driver's seat a notch. He took hold of the bottom of cock and waved the rest of it in the air, grinning at his mother. "Oh, alright," she said. "But you owe me big time when I get home."

"I'll be happy to return the favor," Chris said, as his mom fitted her lips over his cock head. He sighed in contentment. Heather couldn't get much of his huge member in her mouth, but she certainly knew what to do with it. Somehow she managed to keep either her tongue or lips in constant contact with the sensitive parts of his dick.

A couple of cars passed theirs without their passengers giving Chris or Heather a glance, but then a tall SUV drew even with their car and suddenly slowed to keep pace. Chris looked to his left. There were four teenage guys in the car and all but the driver had their faces plastered to the windows. They were watching the back of Heather's head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. The guys gave Chris a big thumbs up sign, but then they had to move on as other cars were coming up behind them.

Chris could feel his orgasm coming on. "Almost there Mom," he gasped. Heather doubled the force of her sucking and tickled the head of his cock with her tongue. "Oh shit," moaned Chris. It felt as if the end of his cock had split open when his cum erupted. He pumped a dozen shots of the creamy stuff into his mom's eager mouth. Heather managed to take his big load without losing a drop.

At the airport, Chris helped his mother unload her bag from the trunk. "Chris, why are those boys staring at us?" she asked.

Chris glanced over his shoulder. It was the four guys from the SUV. "I guess they're four horny guys looking at a hot babe. They probably can't help themselves."

Heather looked at her son with suspicion, but she didn't have time to pursue the matter. She gave Chris a quick, hard kiss on the mouth. "I'll see you in a few days," she said as she turned and left.

Chris waited until she was several steps away and then said, "'Bye Mom," in loud voice. She waved bye without looking back and he turned to get into his car. As he drove off, Chris laughed at the four teens at the curb. Their heads were bouncing back and forth from him to Heather like they were watching a tennis match.

At home the next morning, Chris stretched out luxuriously on the couch. He grabbed the remote and started flipping through the television channels. He had a week before he started college and he intended to do as little as possible. He had finished, that is, he and his mom had finished all his preschool shopping. He had most of his stuff packed and ready to go. He had quit his summer job and now he didn't have a care in the world.

Well, maybe one care - he'd been up for hours and he still had his morning erection. He reached over and adjusted his cock to a more comfortable position. It was his mother's fault of course; she was away on a business trip, otherwise he would have banged her once or twice before she left for work. Well, there was always his trusty right hand.

His hand slid up the long length of his massive cock. Just as it bumped into the bulging head, he heard a bell ring. Chris looked down in stunned surprise at his cock, and then the ringing sounded once more. It was the doorbell. He jumped up and pulled his sweatshirt down over his cock. It was sticking above the waistband of his shorts.

Chris opened the front door. An attractive woman with ash blonde hair who looked to be in her mid-thirties was standing there. "Sergeant Glasson, hello," said Chris. "Don't tell me I'm a suspect again," he said in a worried voice. Earlier that summer, he had been a suspect in a murder investigation. (see: Chris and the Older Women)

"No," she said hesitantly. "Actually, I'm here on a personal matter. I was hoping you could help me."

Yeah, I'd like to help you with my personal hard-on, thought Chris. He'd had a couple of sexual encounters with the attractive policewoman during the time they'd been involved in the murder case. "Anything for you, come on in."

Glasson entered the house. She was wearing a navy blazer over grey slacks and a plain, white cotton shirt. The fitted blazer managed to accent her narrow waist and bulging breasts. She and Chris sat next to each other on the couch. After some small talk, she reached into her purse and pulled out a wallet-sized picture. "This is why I'm here," she said. She handed the picture to Chris. It showed a young woman who looked as if she might be Chris' age. She was rather plain looking, with limp brown hair and dark eyes.

Chris studied the picture. "I don't know her," he said. "Who is she?"

"Let's just call her Jane Doe for the time being. I'm sure that she's not going by her real name." Glasson reached into her purse once more and pulled out a videotape. "If you can play this, I'll explain further."

Chris took the tape and inserted it in the VCR. He fiddled with the remote and then handed it to Glasson. "Thanks," she said. "I've been searching for Jane off and on for about three years. It's not a criminal investigation, just a personal matter; her family is worried about her. I wasn't having any luck until last week when a house burglar got busted. In his loot that was booked into evidence was a bunch of porn tapes. Cops will be boys of course, and the tapes got played down at the station house."

Glasson punched the play button on the remote. A bunch of young people moving to a driving dance beat appeared on the screen. The camera roved around the dance floor. The women were uniformly beautiful and they didn't mind showing off either. They lifted their tops to reveal all shapes and sizes of tits. Some ground their hips as they pulled up their short skirts to show barely covered pussies or shapely asses.

Glasson froze the picture. "Here she is."

Chris studied the screen intently. "Are you sure that's her?" he asked. "That girl has blonde hair." She also had some nice tits with perky nipples. Chris' cock agreed with him, it was beginning to ache.

"Not her, Chris, the girl on her left."

Chris dragged his eyes away from the buxom blonde. The girl on the left had been caught full in the camera's lights. She was carrying a drink tray, laden with full glasses. She was obviously Jane Doe. "Oh, yeah I see," said Chris.

"It looks as if she's working there. The trouble is, where is there?" said the sergeant. "If you run the tape to the end, you find that it's produced by a company called Torrid Video. That's an outfit that produces and sells porn tapes. It's down on Wells Street."

Chris shrugged, "OK, is there some reason you don't just flash your badge and ask them?"

"People like that comply with the letter of the law, but they usually don't want to do us any favors."

"And I suppose that you want to send poor, innocent me into that den of iniquity?" asked Chris in a shocked voice, although he had a sly grin on his face.

"You're hardly what I'd call innocent," said Glasson. "But you're right, I'd like for you find out where this tape was made. Let's watch some more of it." She punched the remote and the people on the screen came back to life. There was more tape of babes flashing their stuff, and then the scene changed and couples began to get in on the act.

"Look at those two," said Chris. There was a young woman on the dance floor who must have been over six feet tall in her spiked heels. She had blonde hair down to her butt and high tits that must have stood out a foot from her chest. Her partner was on his toes trying to maintain a heavy kiss. At the same time he had one hand on her ass while his other hand pulled up her micro-mini skirt and dived into her pussy.

The couple slowed their dance as the guy's fingers continued to fondle and rub at her clit. Pretty soon they had stopped moving on the dance floor at all. She was draped over his shoulder with her hips humping his hand. The hot couple seemed oblivious to the crowd who had gathered around them and cheered them on. Suddenly, the woman threw back her head and arched her back. The guy buried his face in her tits as his hand thrashed wildly at her pussy. She came in a big way as the crowd gave them an ovation.

"Wow, that's pretty hot, doing right there in public," said Chris. He was glad that his cock wasn't wadded up in his shorts, or it would really be hurting by now. As more tit baring young women showed on the screen, Chris put his arm around the sergeant's shoulders and rested his hand on her breast.

Glasson looked at Chris' hand and then she looked him in the eye. "I take it we're alone?"

"Oh yeah," said Chris. "Mom has gone on a business trip."

Glasson didn't say anything, but she didn't shrug off Chris' hand either. He used his free hand to sweep the hair of her face, and then Chris ran the tip of his tongue around the shell of her ear. Glasson shivered and said, "I.uh, made up some fake ID's for you, but I kept your first name as Chris so it wouldn't be so confusing."

"That's good thinking," murmured Chris as he softly kissed her ear and cheek.

Glasson tuned her face to his and suddenly they were kissing with open mouths. Their tongues converged even before their lips touched. The kiss went on as Chris played with her breasts and her hand traced his cock from bottom to swollen head.

They broke off the kiss and then it was a race to see who could get rid of their clothing the fastest. Chris stood there naked, as Glasson's skirt joined her shoes and panty hose in a puddle on the floor. He thought she looked sexy as hell as she stood there in only her shirt, with her hair mussed, and her long, smooth legs spread. His cock gave a twitch and a spurt of precum flowed over the head of his dick.

Glasson gave Chris a shove and he sat down heavily on the couch. She straddled his thighs and ran her hand up his cock, gathering precum on her fingers. "Let's not waste this stuff, shall we?" she said as she used the clear liquid to lubricate her pussy lips.

"Don't worry," said Chris. He gave his hips a twitch and more precum practically shot into the air from the tip of his cock before the stuff settled back to a steady flow. "There's more than enough."

"I see," she said, and rubbed the stuff all over his cock head. She lifted her hips and levered his cock upwards. Then she lowered her hips, squirming with her pussy around on his cock head until it popped inside and Glasson could feel inches of hard dick sliding up her cunt.

"I just can't get over how huge you are," she moaned. She began to move her stuffed pussy up and down on his cock. Chris pumped his hips up to hers and soon the room was filled with the soft moans and groans of two people fucking. Chris usually had great control, but this was his first orgasm of the day and he was unable to hold back when her third orgasm hit and her pussy tightened on his flailing dick. He shot a dozen wads of cum up her hot pussy and his cock was still having tremors as they both fell asleep on the couch.

It was the next day that Chris headed to the address of Torrid Video. The company ran an ad in the newspaper everyday looking for both male and female "models". It had taken only a minute for Chris to set up an appointment.

At Torrid Videos Chris stepped into a room that looked like a lot of reception areas. There were some uncomfortable looking plastic chairs and a table filled with old magazines. A lady sat a desk at the far end of the room. She looked up from her work as he entered. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"My name is Chris.uh, Pool," he said, stumbling over the false name that Sergeant Glasson had given him. "I have an appointment."

The woman peered at him over the rims of her reading glasses. She picked up a clipboard and handed it to him. "Fill this out," she said, gesturing at a form on the clipboard. As she leaned forward her enormous bosom threatened to knock stuff off her desk. Chris figured that she must have been a pretty hot item, about thirty years ago.

He finished the form and returned it to the well-endowed lady. She looked over his answers and then put the paper in a box on her desk. "OK, let's get a few pictures to see what the camera thinks of you. We'll go down to one of the studios."

She stood up and led Chris through a nearby door. They passed several offices with people working pretty much as they do in any business. "My name is Rhonda," the buxom lady said as they went through another door and into a studio. "Just stand over here," she directed, and Chris stepped in front of a red backdrop.

The lights came on and Chris blinked his eyes against the glare. "Stand up straight and smile," said Rhonda's voice from beyond the lights. Chris did as he was told. Flashes of light from a strobe told him that his picture was being taken. "Turn slowly," said Rhonda and she took more pictures as Chris turned in place.

"OK, now take off your shirt." Chris complied once more. "Well, someone's been working out," said Rhonda with admiration in her voice. Chris was bit over six feet tall, with a body that any athlete would envy. Soon he was down to posing in his underwear and then Rhonda asked him to remove his skivvies.

Chris pulled down his shorts. His flaccid cock arched out from his groin and lay against his well-muscled leg. There was silence as Rhonda forgot about the camera and just stared. "Oh my," she finally managed to say. "Is that thing for real, because if it isn't we'll find out pretty quick."

"It's all me," Chris said. He shifted his weight and the big cock rolled from one leg to the other.

Rhonda quickly took several more pictures. "I'm going to show these to my boss. It's a digital camera, so this won't take but a minute. There are some robes in a closet over there; you can throw one on if you like. I'll be back shortly."

"OK," said Chris as Rhonda disappeared through the door. He looked around for the closet that she had mentioned. He walked further into the studio dodging cables and light stands. He passed by a wall that was propped up by some lumber and found himself in a bedroom set. There was a bed and bedside tables as well as other furniture. He turned and saw a closet door.

He wondered if the door was as fake as the wall, but when he opened it he found a dozen bathrobes in various sizes, all fresh from a laundry. Chris picked one out and put it on. He took a seat on the bed to think things over. Rhonda was going to bring her boss in here. He was probably some fat, cigar chewing old dude who, Chris thought, would demand to look at his penis and no telling what else he would want. I'll just have to find out where they made that tape for Sergeant Gleason, and then get the hell out of here, he told himself.

The door to the studio opened and Chris heard Rhonda talking to someone. "He's probably on the bedroom set," he heard her say. Chris stood just as Rhonda and her boss came around one of the freestanding walls. "Here we are," said Rhonda. "Chris, this is Miss Smith, she's the head of Torrid Video.

Miss Smith, the boss, turned out to be about as far from being a cigar-chewing male as you could get. In her heels, she was almost as tall as he was. She had auburn hair that fell past her shoulders. Her pretty face showed perfect white teeth when she smiled and said, "Hi, Chris, please call me Mary."

Chris took the hand she had offered and shook it. "Hello, nice to meet you," he said, smiling into her blue eyes.

They did some chitchat about the weather and the traffic, and then Mary got down to business. "So you want to do adult videos, or stills or what?"

Chris saw his opening and dived for it. "You know, I was looking at a video with a friend the other night; there was a lot of dancing and girls flashing the camera. I saw that your company produced the tape. That looked pretty interesting."

"Yeah, that's a club. My partner runs it. We don't usually pay anyone for that stuff. College kids get drunk and can't wait to show off." Mary looked thoughtful and then said, "The place is pretty exclusive. I can get you in, but I was hoping that you could help me out today."

"Today?" said Chris.

"Yes, we were supposed to shoot some footage for a commercial, but complications arose. Or maybe I should say that they didn't arise. The man in the commercial has a great body, but he's about as gay as they get. He can have an erection only if his boyfriend gives it to him, and they had a big fight last night. This guy couldn't get it up today with a dozen blow jobs." She put her hand on Chris' arm. "So I would be really grateful if you could help out."

Chris resisted the temptation to agree with anything she wanted. He managed to say, "I don't know. What would I be doing?"

"It'll go on our adult tapes. You and I will be in the background, making out on the bed in a hazy, dreamy kind of picture, while the announcer sells an herbal supplement."

"You and me?" Chris asked with a smile.

"That's right," she squeezed the hard muscle of his arm. "you get me plus a thousand dollars for your trouble."

And the name of that club, thought Chris, which I bet I won't get if I say no. "Well, I guess I can't turn down that offer. What do I do?"

"Thanks Chris," she said with a big smile. "If you'll just sit here, I'll get everything moving." He resumed his seat on the bed. Mary left, but Rhonda stayed behind. She began barking orders into a cell phone. A minute later three guys showed up. They ignored Chris as they set up lights around the bed and positioned a heavy duty looking video camera to capture the action. When the flurry of activity died down, Mary returned. This time she was wearing a blue silk nightgown and slippers.

"How's it going?" she asked one of the men.

"We're ready for the lighting test," he replied.

She turned to Chris and said, "Excuse me for a second," indicating that he should get off the bed. Chris stood and stepped aside. Mary nonchalantly slipped out if the nightgown and handed it to Rhonda. The only things she had on now were her slippers and she kicked them off as she climbed on the bed. She propped up on her elbow and looked at the camera. "How's this?" she asked. A low whistle came from one of the men. "The lighting guys, the lighting," Mary admonished the crew, but she said it as if she appreciated the compliment.

Two of the lights were moved a fraction of an inch. One of the men said, "That's it; you're perfect." That's the truth, thought Chris. Mary's slim body had almost flawless skin. Her breasts probably weren't real, but they looked great - full, with perky nipples.

"OK guys, we've got a new actor here, so let's clear out and give him some breathing room," Mary said in a businesslike tone. There were some mutters and grumbles, but the men vacated the studio. Rhonda was still there but she disappeared behind the camera and lights.

Mary patted the bed beside her and smiled. "Let's go," she said. Chris sat on the bed and swung around until his face was only inches from hers. "It's just you and me. You follow my lead, OK?" she said in a whisper.

"OK," Chris croaked.

Mary gave him a reassuring smile. She reached out and put her hand behind his head and pulled him closer until their lips touched. It was a chaste kiss that grew in intensity until their tongues were thrashing about. Mary broke the kiss a couple of times only to resume it by letting her tongue lead the way to Chris' mouth.

Chris had been a bit worried that he might have trouble getting it up in these circumstances, but Mary's erotic tongue dance took care of things. His cock inflated like a balloon. Its head peaked out of Chris' robe and poked at Mary's thigh.

"Time to take off that robe," she said with her lips against his.

Chris broke their wet kiss and sat up in bed. He struggled with the robe, but soon it was on the floor, out of the way. Mary was lying on her back, and when Chris turned to her, she pulled his head down to her chest. "Kiss my tits, play with my nipples," she whispered. Chris laved her breast with his tongue. He sucked her nipples into his mouth and massaged them with his mouth and lips. He eased his hand across her taut tummy until his finger slipped into her pussy. She was already wet so Chris slid in a second finger, and began to fuck her with his hand.

Mary crushed his lips to her tits and moaned, "That's it baby, finger-fuck my pussy."

Chris didn't hear any instructions to the contrary, so he continued to slip his fingers in and out of her pussy, and he slid his thumb across her clit until her hips came off the bed and she climaxed. By then Chris was more than ready. His cock was streaming clear precum. He was about to climb between Mary's slim thighs, when she said, "No, turn this way and lie down."

They maneuvered until Chris was on his back and the camera was shooting almost over his shoulder. Mary straddled his hips and pulled up on his cock until it was lodged against her pussy lips. She rode her clit up and down the stiff shaft until she came again.

"I can't believe what a big, stiff dick you've got," she said as she eagerly stuffed the head into her sloppy wet pussy. Mary leaned back, her breasts thrust forward proudly as she rocked her hips and rode his dick to another climax.

She collapsed on his chest and said, "Go for it baby. Tell me when you're about to cum." Chris didn't need any more urging. He shagged his hips and plunged his stone hard cock into her pussy.

In a minute he gasped, "That's it, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" To his surprise, Mary jumped off his dick and grabbed it with both hands. She held it straight up and pumped it frantically. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Chris was disappointed that he didn't have a hot cunt or mouth to get him off, but mostly he just wanted to shoot his load.

Mary jiggled her hands just under the swelling head of Chris' cock. "Come on, Chris. Come on baby," she chanted. She was surprised when a spurt of cum shot a foot into the air and then splattered down on his stomach. And she was absolutely amazed when that happened ten more times, followed by still more cum that streamed out of his cock and washed over her hands.

When Chris finally stopped his torrent of semen, Mary dropped his cock and jumped off the bed. A towel appeared from beyond the lights and she used it to wipe off her hands and arms. "Damn, I've never seen a load like that before. Be sure that Rhonda has your phone number before you leave." She had her robe back on and was out the door before Chris could think of anything to say.

Another clean towel landed on his stomach, and he heard Rhonda say, "Get dressed and then see me out in the reception area."

A few minutes later Chris made his way back to Rhonda's desk. She handed him a check for the promised thousand dollars. "And this," she said as she handed over a business card, "is the name and address of the club you wanted. I wrote a note on the back. It'll get you in the club; just ask for Charlie, he's the manager."

Chris put the check and card into his wallet. He had gotten laid, pocketed a thousand dollars and accomplished his goal for Sergeant Glasson. He should have been satisfied, but he had to ask, "Did I do OK in there? I mean she just jumped up and left."

Rhonda gave him a frank look, "What did you expect? It's all business to her." She looked around as if someone might overhear. "But I'll tell you one thing," she intimated.

"What's that?"

"We had more than enough footage for the commercial after the first five minutes. The rest of the time, I think she was just having fun."


When he returned home, Chris reported to Glasson. He skipped over ninety percent of his visit to Torrid Video, but he did give her the name and address of the club. "That's great, Chris," she said over the phone. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

"No trouble, anything for you," he said, smiling broadly to himself.

"I'm sure I can make it up to you," she said in a voice that implied another rendezvous with the beautiful policewoman.

"I'm sure you can," said Chris.

"Meanwhile," she said in a more businesslike voice, "I am swamped here at work. Why don't you go to that club and take a look around? Take that picture I gave you and see if anyone knows her."

"Gee, I don't know," he said. "Go to a popular club where pretty young women practically throw off their clothes and writhe about in mock sexual ecstasy? You're asking a lot."

Glasson laughed. "Force yourself."

"OK," Chris said with a sigh. "The things I do for my local police."


Chris waited until ten in the evening the following Friday before he showed up at the club. He figured that if Jane Doe were still employed there, she would be at work during prime time hours. There was a long line of people waiting to get in the club as he approached. A snotty little guy picked people to enter the club according to some personal criteria. A doorman, who looked as if he could toss an NFL lineman over his shoulder, backed him. The doorman examined the business card that Rhonda had given to Chris. "Go on in," rumbled the giant as he handed the card back to Chris. "Charlie's probably in the television room."

"Thanks," said Chris and he entered the club. Like most dance clubs, the music assaulted his body as he made his way through the crush of bodies. He found a corner and looked over the various servers and bartenders. There must have been a dozen workers in the room, but none of them were Jane Doe. He decided to find this guy Charlie and check with him.

"Where's the television room?" he practically yelled over the music at one of the servers as she passed by.

She pointed across the room as if this were the hundredth time she had told him where the television room was. "Thanks," yelled Chris to her back as she went on her way. He crossed the room and showed his card to yet another doorman. He was allowed passage once again.

As he entered, it took Chris about two seconds to figure out why this was called the television room. An entire wall of the room was devoted to monitors. Sometimes they cooperated to show one large picture, and sometimes they broke up to show individual images. As Chris watched, the monitors suddenly splashed 'Show Us Your Tits' across the width of the screens.

Something swooped over Chris' head. For a second, he was convinced that some sort of large bird had invaded the building. But then he saw it was a video camera on an articulated boom. The operator was shameless. The camera peeked up skirts and down the cleavage of the female dancers. Some of the girls pulled up their tops to show off their bare breasts to the delight of the crowd who cheered their approval.

Chris took stock of the workers in the room; none of them was his Jane Doe. He asked one of the servers about Charlie and he was directed to a table in a far corner of the room. Charlie turned out to be a casually dressed man who couldn't have been over thirty years of age. "Have a seat," he said after looking at the proffered business card.

"Mary told me that you might be coming around." They made small talk for a few minutes, and then Charlie said, "I don't want to monopolize your time, go and enjoy yourself. If you don't meet someone that you like, come back here and I'll introduce you around."

"Thanks," said Chris. "I do have on favor to ask." He pulled out the picture of Jane Doe and handed it to Charlie. "Do you know this girl? A friend of mine thought that she might have worked here. I understand that she left home for the big city and her family is worried about her."

Charlie examined the picture and then handed it back to Chris. "Her family is looking for her?"

"So I'm told."

Charlie looked thoughtfully at Chris for a few seconds and said, "I can tell you where to find this young lady, but I'd like a favor from you in return."

"What's that?" asked Chris.

Charlie grinned. "Oh, it's something you'll like. Do you see those two girls dancing together at the edge of the dance floor?" He nodded to his left at the crowd dancing to hip hop music.

Chris looked. There was a tall, thin brunette moving slowly to the music as she talked to a blonde. The blonde was shorter and more shapely than her dance partner. "Go over and introduce yourself," said Charlie. "They'll tell you what to do."

Chris walked over to the two girls. "Hi," he said, looking at the blonde and then the brunette. "My name is Chris; Charlie sent me over."

"Dance," said the brunette.

"What?" asked Chris, confused.

"Dance, you know, move your feet?"

"Oh, yeah," said Chris as he began to move to the beat of the music.

The blonde slowly circled around Chris. When she was once again next to the brunette, she said, "What do you think? He does have a nice butt."

"He's nice and tall," said the brunette. "Let's give him the test."

"Go ahead," said the blonde.

The brunette moved closer to Chris. She grabbed his belt and pulled it away from his waist. She stuck her other hand down the front of his pants and grabbed his crotch. She looked him in the eye and said, "If you can get it up in the next thirty seconds, we'll show you a real good time."

A confident smile was on Chris' lips as he held her gaze. This was one test he could pass with ease. Putting her warm hand on his cock was like throwing a switch. His penis swelled and lengthened by the second.

A look of stunned surprise came over the brunette's face. She jerked her hand out of his pants and looked over at her friend. "He passes, and I mean big time." She turned back to Chris. "My name is Anne and she's Betty. Follow me."

They left the dance floor and wound their way through the crowd until they came to some steps. There was yet another doorman here, but he let the girls by with a smile, and with a wink at Chris. They reached the top of the steps and Chris could see that they were in a balcony of sorts.

He realized that people couldn't see the balcony from the dance floor because of the lighting. There was a series of booths arranged above the dance floor. They each had a semicircular seat that could have held eight or nine people if they all set up properly. But Chris didn't see anyone setting up at all, just various couples in various stages of undress having their way with one another.

Anne picked an empty booth. Chris took a seat between the two girls. A server appeared with a bottle of sparkling wine and glasses. Chris eyed the bottle warily. "You know, I didn't bring a lot of money with me," Chris said, wondering if the point of all this attention was to separate him from his money.

"Don't worry," said Anne as she handed him a full glass. "As long as we do a little something for the cameras, it's all free."

"Ah, I see," said Chris. Everything fell into place. Once again he was going to have to exhibit his sexual prowess for information. He felt a little used, but only a little as Anne and Betty snuggled closer.

They relaxed for a bit. Chris learned that the girls were temporary office workers and full time partygoers. He and Anne sipped their wine, however Betty drank the stuff like it was water. Her hands began to roam over Chris' broad chest, flat stomach and muscled thighs. When her hands began to grope at his crotch, Betty looked at her friend and said, "He's either got the biggest dick in the world or he's got six pairs of socks rolled up in here."

"Why don't you find out?" said Anne. She turned Chris' face to hers and gave him a big wet kiss while Betty fumbled at his belt and zipper.

Chris settled back and let Anne's tongue play around in his mouth as Betty freed his aching cock from its confines. Once in the open, his cock grew even longer and stiffer as Betty stroked and petted it.

Anne broke their kiss. She looked in awe at Chris' expanding cock. "Damn, that thing is just huge." She leaned into Chris' lap and ran her tongue up the length of the shaft and met Betty's lips over the top of his cock head. Chris fondled the girls' breasts as they kissed and tongued their way around his rigid cock. It wasn't long before his big dick began to leak a steady flow of precum.

Betty sat back and announced, "I'm going to wrap my pussy around this thing before it goes off."

"OK, baby," said Anne. She settled back and rested her head on Chris shoulder, as Betty pulled up her skirt and straddled his lap. Her pussy slid halfway down the length of his cock before she sighed and began to pump her hips in rhythm to the dance music.

"I bet she feels great, doesn't she?" whispered Anne into Chris' ear.

"Hot, slick and juicy," answered Chris.

"Yeah, I know," said Anne. "I've found that out when I do this." She stuck her tongue into his mouth and flicked it back and forth over the tip of Chris' tongue as if she were flicking it over Betty's clit. He realized at that point that the two women were lovers. Apparently, not very jealous ones however.

When she broke the kiss, Anne stood and pulled off Betty's top and bra. She resumed her seat next to Chris and said, "One big titty for the each of us." Then she pulled Betty down until her face and Chris' were buried in Anne's breasts and playing with her prominent nipples.

"Oh yeah, oh fuck yes. Suck on my tits," moaned Betty. She rode Chris' cock through a first, a second and then a third orgasm. Finally exhausted, she practically fell sideways off Chris and onto the couch. She looked like she could curl up and go to sleep.

"Betty!" said Anne sharply. Anne was using both hands to stroke Chris' rigid as steel cock. "You need to thank Chris." Betty didn't say anything, but she did manage to sit up and resume kissing and licking Chris' cock head.

Chris laid back and relaxed. It looked as if Anne didn't care about getting off on his cock. He wasn't going to worry about it. The pressure at the base of his cock was becoming hard to ignore. His hips were rocking and pumping with the girls' ministrations when his first shot of cum blasted Anne full in the face.

Betty managed to take the next three jets of semen in her mouth, and then she pulled back, thinking that he was through. But Chris was just getting started. He rolled on his side and his spewing cock lodged between Betty's soft breasts. He pumped out the rest of his load, covering every square inch of her tits in milky white cum.


It was two days later when Sergeant Glasson picked up Chris at his home. "We need to go to Torrid Videos," he said once they were in the car.

"Our Jane Doe works there?" Glasson asked.

"Let's say that I developed a strong lead," Chris said.

Rhonda was behind her desk as they entered the Torrid Video building. "Hi," said Chris, "I think Mary's expecting me?"

"Yes," said Rhonda, looking askance at Glasson. She punched a number into her phone and announced the arrival of Chris and a friend.

In minute Mary arrived. She smiled and said, "Hey Chris, I was hoping that." her voice trailed off when she saw the sergeant. "Aunt Susan!" she squealed.

"Myrtle, is that you?" said a stunned Glasson.

"Myrtle?" said Chris.

"Yes!" squealed Mary, or was she Myrtle, in an even higher register. The two women collided in a fierce hug.

"Myrtle?" said Chris.

The two women turned to Chris and said in unison, "It's an old family name."

"Oh," said Chris.

Mary, Chris refused to think of her as Myrtle, and Glasson clinched once more. They separated a bit, still with their arms around one another, and then they kissed. Not a peck on the lips either. It was a full- blown my-body-aches-for-you sort of a kiss. Chris was surprised, but he didn't say anything.

"I've been so worried since you ran off," said Glasson as she blinked back tears.

"I've been fine. I missed you, but I've been more than fine," said Mary in a reassuring voice.

A few minutes later Chris and the ladies were in Mary's spacious office seated at one end of a conference table. "I hardly knew you," said Glasson. "You've changed so much."

"Well, it's the work of a great plastic surgeon. He added a little here and here," she said as she touched her cheekbones and the tip of here chin. "And a whole lot here." She cupped the underside of her shapely breasts. "A nose job and some colored contacts and I hardly knew myself."

As Chris and the sergeant listened, Mary told her story. She had left an unhappy home life the day she turned eighteen. Apparently, Glasson knew the reason why Mary had left home, so it went unmentioned. Mary came to the city and took the first job she could find. She became a server at Charlie's club. Of course it wasn't Charlie's club at that time, even though he was working there. A real jerk of a manager was running the place.

One night Charlie asked Mary to help him sneak in some friends. She disabled an alarm while Charlie let his buddies in a rear door. Mary had to agree that the four nerdy guys in plaid would never have been allowed in the front door of the popular nightspot. Mary sat them at an inconspicuous table and waited on them herself.

They may have been nerds but as she soon learned, they were ridiculously rich computer business nerds. When they told Mary and Charlie how much they were enjoying themselves, Mary said impulsively, "Why don't you just buy the place, then you can come back anytime?"

To her surprise, they agreed. They didn't buy the place outright; that would have endangered their marital bliss. But they did form a paper company that backed a sizeable loan, which enabled Charlie and Mary to buy the place.

"But how did you come to own an adult video operation?" asked Glasson.

"The former manager was letting a buddy of his shoot the videos," said Mary. "The buddy wasn't making much money at it. He really didn't know how to market his product, so he was happy to sell out when I told him that he couldn't use our club anymore. I could see that Charlie didn't need any help running the club so I just moved in and grew the video business."

Glasson smiled at her niece and shook her head. "I can't believe that you've become such business person."

Mary shrugged. "I went to a junior college during the day." Then she burst into a fit of giggles when she realized how silly that sounded.

They talked on and on. Most of the conversation concerned family matters that Chris couldn't begin to follow. His attention wandered and he stifled a yawn. He began to wonder if he could gracefully leave theses two alone so he could find something more exciting to occupy his time when he heard his name. He looked up and both women were smiling warmly at him. "Yes," said Mary, "we have you to thank for bringing us back together."

"I was glad to help," said Chris. "I was."

"Shall we show him just how thankful we are?" interrupted Glasson as she leered at Mary.

"Yes, I think we could do that," said Mary.

"Good," said Glasson, "you make sure that we're not disturbed and I'll begin fucking, I mean thanking Chris." As Mary went to the phone to tell Rhonda that they didn't want to be disturbed, Glasson reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. She kicked off her shoes and then lay on the conference table. She was making little circles with her finger on her clit when she looked over at Chris. "Don't you want to join in.?"

"Oh shit, yeah," said Chris. He took off his shoes and pulled down his pants and shorts. He glanced to his right and saw the bright pink, moist lips of the sergeant's pussy. Chris eagerly stood only to have his cock thud painfully into the underside of the table. He stepped back, careful to avoid splinters, and then positioned himself between Glasson's thighs. She locked her legs around his waist as Chris bent his stiff prick downward and eased its bulbous head into her eager pussy.

"Feels good doesn't it?" said Mary as she returned from her desk.

"It feels like a bowling ball moving through my cunt," gasped Glasson. Chris swung his hips in a nice and easy fuck stroke. He reached out and tweaked the sergeant's stiff nipples. She groaned and began to move her hips in little circles.

Mary moved to the table opposite Chris after she locked the office door. She gave him a sensuous smile and unbuttoned the jacket of her business suit. The soft grey color of her tailored clothing had a conservative look, but the cut of the material certainly wasn't conservative.

Although it didn't look tight, her clothing managed to show off her every curve. She draped her jacket over a chair and started on the buttons of her blouse. The sheer, clinging material accented her perfect breasts one second and served to hide them in the next instant. No wonder she's a successful businessperson, thought Chris. Any man that she dealt with would probably agree to anything she wanted.

Her blouse and skirt came off next. Mary put one hand to her hip and rubbed her tits through her bra with her other hand. She walked slowly around the table and stood so close to Chris that he could feel her moist, sweet breath and her breasts brushed his arm every time he stroked into the sergeant.

She ran a fingernail down his back, which made Chris shiver. "I can't wait until you're fucking me again," she whispered. Mary put her hand on Chris' shoulder and pulled herself up until she could run her the tip of her tongue around the shell of his ear.

Chris glanced down to see if the sergeant had noticed her niece's foreplay. But Glasson was past noticing anything. Her neck and breast were blushing red and her eyes had the dark, vacant look of a woman in constant orgasm. Chris doubled the speed of his fucking. He was pounding along for his own orgasm so hard that the heavy conference table was groaning and swaying in protest.

Chris felt the growing, aching pressure build in his groin and then he was blasting the sergeant's pussy with shot after shot of creamy cum. The stuff filled her cunt and then squirted out to cover Chris' cock and balls.

As Chris withdrew his cock from the sergeant's pussy even more cum spilled onto the table as his cock head sprang free. "You make such a wonderful mess," said Mary. She produced one of Torrid Video's omnipresent towels and began to clean the table and then Chris' cock.

Chris rested against the table. His well-muscled torso glistened with the sweat of his exertions. Between Mary's gentle ministrations and the fluffy softness of the towel, Chris' cock never had a chance to droop. Within a couple of minutes it was jutting into the air, ready to go again.

Glasson made her appearance back into the world of the fully conscious. She had the sleepy smile of a woman who has just been fucked beyond her own expectations. She joined Mary in caressing Chris' cock. "In your professional opinion, as to the state of male organs, how would rate this one?" asked Glasson as if she were in a courtroom.

"It's just fucking huge," said Mary as she leaned over and the cock in question and gave it a big sloppy kiss.

"Ah, technical jargon," laughed Glasson. "Well, you better take advantage of its steel like state before I decide to take another turn."

"Oh, no you don't," said Mary as she jumped on the table and threw her legs wide for Chris.

Chris was beginning to feel used as the ladies continued to talk about him, but not to him.

But his feelings were assuaged when he once again felt the hot, silky flesh of a tight pussy surround his cock. He established a good fuck stroke into Mary's pussy as Glasson lay next to her on the table. Glasson licked a finger and used it to stroke her niece's clit as she fastened her lips around one of Mary's stiff nipples. "Oh shit," Mary groaned, "you're gonna' make me cum so quick."

Glasson tilted her head enough to give Chris a conspiratorial wink. Chris grinned back. Apparently, the sergeant wasn't through with him yet. He didn't mind.


Heather paid off the cabbie and picked up her suitcase. She had been able to grab an early flight home, but Chris hadn't answered her call from the airport. Well, at least he's home now, thought Heather. His car was in the drive. She hoped that he wasn't boffing some young pussy in there. Not that it would matter. He could always get it up for her. But she didn't want to have to wait for him to fill her itching cunt.

She opened the front door and stepped into the foyer. She put down her bag and walked into the den. She could hear the television murmuring in there. Chris was on the couch, dead asleep. He looked so sweet with his face relaxed and his hands pillowing his head. Of course the angelic tableau was spoiled by the fact that he had an enormous erection tenting the front of his sweat pants.

Chris' eyes opened and focused on his mother. "Hi," he said sleepily. "I didn't know you were coming back today." He sat up and absently stroked his cock through his pants.

"I got an early flight," she said. "I tried to call from the airport."

Chris arose and padded in his bare feet over to his mom. "I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I slept through it." He swept his mother up in his arms. "Let me make it up to you."

Heather could feel his hard cock poking at her butt. "I might let you do that," she said with a smile. She loved the way the hard muscles of his body rippled against her as he carried her into her bedroom. It seemed like she hadn't seen a flat belly nor a full head of hair on a man since she'd left home.

"What have you been doing the last few days?" she asked as Chris stood her next to her bed. She began to slip from her traveling clothes.

"Let's see," he said. "I made a couple of porn tapes, helped the beautiful Sergeant Glasson with another case, fucked my brains out a couple of times, just the usual."

"That's nice, honey," she said as she pulled off her panties and lay back on her bed. Had he said something about porn tapes? Well, that didn't matter right now. His cock was long and thick and stiff and coming at her pussy. Right now, that was all that mattered.



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