Chapter 8
The house they stopped at was a large, plush suburban dwelling, replete with an inviting swimming pool in the back, and a sprawling garden containing lovely red and violet flowers, as well as a tennis court.
The door was answered by Miss O'Conner.
"Why, it's you," she said in amazement, but then smiled graciously and invited them in.
Miss O'Conner, who bore a striking resemblance to her brother, was a tall, lithe redhead, with bright blue eyes and the graceful, rhythmic, willowy movements of a professional model, which, in fact, she was. She wore a very tight fitting V-neck sweater which clung to her breasts, and neatly extended over a pert ass clad in green bell-bottom pants.
"Mr. Thomas told us you wouldn't be able to make it. I'm so glad you changed your plans," she said, ushering them in.
"This is Joshua Springer," said Linda. "He was kind enough to offer us a ride, so we didn't think you'd mind us asking him to come along."
"Not at all," Mrs. Bunker cried. "Miss O'Conner this is Linda, the girl who will help you with the serving and this is Claire, William's teacher."
"It's nice to meet you both," Miss O'Conner said in a soft voice.
"We were all going to take a swim," Mrs. Bunker said, "before getting down to work. Would you care to join us?"
"We'd love to," said Claire. "But well, the rules-"
"Oh, don't worry about that, of course I have some extra suits. That should fit, don't you think," again she eyed them as if examining their bodies very closely. "Mr. O'Conner and Mr. Thomas are going to come.
I'll just give them a ring and see if they can bring one for your friend."
"That would be lovely."
Mrs. Bunker disappeared leaving Miss O'Conner in the role of hostess.
"Robert's talked so much about you," she said to Claire, as the four of them seated themselves in the living room, "that I feel I've gotten to know you."
"Oh really, actually we've only conversed a few times."
"Yes I know, but you see my brother takes an instant liking to certain people, and then he can't talk enough about them. He's rather shy, I'm afraid, so I doubt if you'd even known what a hit you'd made."
"Tell me," Claire said politely, "what did Mr. Thomas give as the reason why we weren't coming today?"
"Oh he told us some dreadful story about somebody you thought you were scared of.....oh, I'm sorry, perhaps it was true, but he thought...well you were imagining things. He suggested you'd been working too hard. I probably shouldn't tell you this but he's thinking of letting you take some time off. Perhaps to do missionary work outside the convent."
"He was?" Linda said angrily. "That's interesting."
"I don't follow. You must admit, that it is rather farfetched that someone would like to kidnap you. Why what possible motive would there be?"
"How the hell do you know Mrs. Bunker?" asked Claire. "She told us yesterday that you two were very good friends."
"No, I must say that's an exaggeration. We actually only met last week. It seems she's very interested in the school and wanted to know a few things about the teaching methods from Robert. We've spoken a few times but no we're not really close friends. Why I don't know anything about her, except that her husband was killed in the war, and she's had to bring up her boy William all by herself."
"You know, I believe she's telling the truth," Linda declared.
"Well of course I'm telling the truth," Miss O'Conner gasped with surprise, "why should I lie to you?"
"We don't mean to offend you, Miss O'Conner," Claire said, "but we have reason to suspect that Mrs. Bunker killed her husband."
"Killed him? Why you two really are crazy, Mr. Thomas was right. I don't think its over work though, this is worse than that. I think you two should be put away."
"Take it easy man," Joshua broke in. "Listen to what they got to say...."
"And what's that?" the sweet voice of Mrs. Bunker broke in. "I would be very curious. Someone was murdered?"
"Oh it's nothing. Sheila really. These good women have an over active imagination, it's really not worth going into."
"Oh well. Anyway Robert and Mr. Thomas should be here any minute with the suit and then we can all take a nice swim. Here's your suits would you like to try them on. I'm afraid they're a bit small, you know, but I'm afraid I've always been a fool for the latest fashions."
"Honey, we ain't ashamed of our bodies," Linda snorted. "Let's try these things on Claire." And so saying the two made their way upstairs.
When they came down Mr. O'Conner and the priest were all ready there, talking to the two women.
Linda wore a yellow bikini that was at least two sizes too small so that it pressed in her enormous tits which threatened to burst from their enclosures, but for the moment at least only bulged on top, delineating her cleavage even more clearly than usual.
Claire, on the other hand had been given a strange new one piece suit which had a triangle cut out of the center and back and nicely revealed her pure white abdomen, and even the fine strands of pubic hair that strayed just below her navel.
Mr. O'Conner's eyes gazed at her with unmistakable lust as she slowly descended the stairs and coldly greeted him.
"We'll go in now," Claire suggested, "while all you change."
"Fine," he whispered, "we'll be only a second."
Before long the five of them were together in the pool.
Miss O'Conner in a striking black swim suit and Mrs. Bunker offered a striking contrast.
The former's red hair flowed down over a bare back that was long and slender and promised to be loose and easy swimming in the clear blue water. Mrs. Bunker on the other hand, equally tall and graceful, was dark and walked somewhat stiffly, as though not quite as relaxed that naked. Her full breasts, and the outline of her nipples, despite her age, were still firm and stood up on their own. Claire longed to see the two of them suck each other off and grew wet with anticipation thinking about their plan for the party, but it was Mr. O'Conner, whose powerful thighs, and broad chest contained no flab whatsoever, who made Claire's finger go inside of her suit under the water, stroking her clit urgently, trying not to reveal her excitement as he in turn, smiling confidently swam toward her.
"Come and join us," he said to her, "we're going to play a game, I think you'll like it."
Claire noted that Linda and Joshua had left the pool, and had departed back to the empty house. She envied them. "Sure, what kind of a game?" she asked.
"You'll see."
They swam to the side of the pool where Mrs. Bunker and Robert's sister, her bright hair glowing in the sun, awaited them.
"Claire's willing to play," Mr. O'Conner announced.
"Fantastic," Miss O'Conner laughed, "she'll do very well."
"The idea of the game," Robert explained, "is to find this handkerchief. Since there are four of us we have to decide on one who doesn't know which of the other three have it, I suggest Mrs. Bunker what do you say?"
"Okay," she whispered, "that's the best part to play," she said suggestively.
"I don't get it," Claire complained.
"Well dear," Miss O'Conner said, "we three choose one of us to hide the handkerchief, Mrs. Bunker, of course won't know which one?"
"But where would you hide it?"
"Well anywhere in your suit."
"I see, so Mrs. Bunker tries to discover the handkerchief."
"That's it, Mr. O'Conner remarked," now Sheila why don't you get in the pool?"
Mrs. Bunker, her shoulder strap falling over her shoulder so that the soft inviting whiteness of her breast just above the nipple was temptingly exposed dived awkwardly into the water.
"Let me have the flag," Miss O'Conner whispered.
"Okay," Robert and Claire agreed. "Now," he said to Claire, "remember we have to make believe we have it," he said to Claire.
Miss O'Conner, laughing lightly turned to Claire, "help me with the hook, I'm going to slip it in my top."
Claire's fingers fumbled with the tiny silver pin, her eyes staring at the long slender back. Unable to contain herself, she let her hand wander, brushing Miss O'Conner's shoulder.
The tall lithe woman turned to her suddenly, her tiny breasts bare in the glowing hot sun, her light brown nipples glistening from the water, were erect and pointed.
"You put it in," she said, "hide it well, we don't want it found very soon, now do we?"
Claire rubbed the white cloth against her bare breasts, lightly soothing the nipples before beginning to replace the top.
"Oh, don't stop," Miss O'Conner murmured under her breath.
"They're waiting for us." Claire glanced at Robert, who was staring at his sister's breasts in a very unbrotherly manner. Claire smiled at him, and pointed at his sister's shadowy cleavage, where the handkerchief was stuffed, rolled into a tiny white knot.
Miss O'Conner slowly lowered herself into the cool water, at the shallow end of the swimming pool. The water lapped against her smooth thighs. She shivered as the water soaked the fleshy mound between her legs. Claire stood above her watching the slender body, still excited, pushing against the side of the pool, lifting up and down in the water rhythmically. Gradually wetting her groin and leaving drips of water on her rounded belly and finally arching her back and slipping her tits underneath the surface.
Claire sat down at the edge of the pool for a minute dangling her shapely pale legs in the water. Mrs. Bunker swam toward Robert who, his broad shoulders churning just above the surface made as if to flee.
"You have it don't you Rob?" Sheila cried chasing him until he was trapped right near where Claire was seated.
As if trying to save him, Claire dived into the water pulling Sheila with her.
Mrs. Bunker, under the water, groped between Claire's legs, which were wet from more than just the water.
As the two of them rose to the surface, Claire could still feel her long delicate fingers searching under her suit, until, unseen by the others, Claire felt her virgin pussy being entered.
"Which one of you have it?" Mrs. Bunker demanded, as she felt Claire up, who began to moan with enjoyment. The finger plunged deeper in, rotating constantly gently nudging her clitoris until Claire fearing that she would come broke away and swam off, panting with desire, toward the waiting figure of Jan O'Conner.
As Mrs. Bunker returned her attention to Robert, her small breasts almost escaping from the tiny suit, and Claire swam off to the deep end. Claire felt her pretty rear with her hand, prying it underneath the tight cloth, gently soothing her crack and guiding her along away from the others.
Jan, moaning with pleasure, turned on to her back, floating, as Claire grasped her by the ankles, gazing at the soft wet mound the thick red pubic hair faintly visibly on the insides of her slim thighs.
Diving underwater, Claire deftly lowered Jan's pants and feverishly played with the red pussy that fluttered at her touch.
Hidden by the water, Jan's own finger strayed to her cunt, helping Claire.
"Please, jerk .me off," Miss O'Conner whispered, "oh please, now....I'm going to come!"
"They'll see us," scolded Claire, and laughing replaced the pants, covering the red pussy once again and swam away like a coy lover teasing his mistress.
Besides herself, Jan obediently followed her toward the other two, who were still struggling for the hanky which was nestled in the model's cleavage.
As they approached them Claire observed gleefully that Mrs. Bunker had Robert's bathing suit half off, her hands searching inside for the missing handkerchief supposedly apparently had found something of much greater interest.
As the two of them struggled, Claire dived underwater and her eyes open, joyfully watched Sheila's nimble hands cupping Robert's tool which stood up enormous and erect.
She rose to the surface, and as if to pull his adversary away, deftly undid Mrs. Bunker's top. Her tits, tan, and ripe, were big pear shaped, delicious morsels which Claire eagerly grabbed hold of, pinching the nipples hard.
"No fair," Mrs. Bunker laughed, blushing as Mr. O'Conner did little to disguise his interest in her full boobs.
Claire tossed the top to him, as Mrs. Bunker vainly tried to cover herself up.
"Let's strip her completely," Jan cried happily, and grasped Sheila's bikini bottom before she could get away, pulling her legs up as her body, turned on its back so that the hard nipples could be just seen above the surface, while Robert eagerly felt her pussy inside.
Mrs. Bunker thrashed under the water, as Jan ripped off the pants leaving her naked and breathless by the time they let go.
"Okay," she panted still trying to get her wind, "if you're going to gang up on me like that, I'll show you....now where's that hanky."
She reached out and grasped Robert's trunks before she could get away, and laughing with delight, took hold of his stiff cock.
"My, my," she exclaimed, "as Robert tried to break loose, this game is exciting, come here Jan, and just look at this." She pulled hard so that Mr. O'Conner cried out in pain, and turned over so that his bare penis stuck out of the water like a pole.
Jan looked at her brother's prick with wonder.
"Have you ever seen your brother sucked off Jan?" Before the gorgeous redhead could answer, Sheila's head had lowered toward the water, her mouth enclosing the waiting cock, as Mr. O'Conner writhed in pleasure, Jan reached around Mrs. Bunker's ample waist, inadvertently straying across the black mat of pubic hair that covered her groin.
Her fingers immediately plunged inside.
"I'm coming," Robert screamed, "now, now!" And in a minute Mrs. Bunker looked up at his sister and swallowed down the sperm, as if it were a fine dessert.
Jan felt Sheila's buttocks rubbing against her pussy and became excited. In the meanwhile as Robert swam away to watch the three of them. Claire swam in front of Sheila and after delicately pinching her bare breasts, so that the nipples became stiff, eagerly nibbled her tits, as Jan played with her.
"Wait," Robert cried, "let me fuck her please."
As Mrs. Bunker moaned with disappointment, they let go of her, and faint with excitement let herself be dragged toward the side of the pool, and be hoisted up shivering out of the water, where she lay, breathing heavily, splendidly naked.
Robert's cock hadn't grown erect as yet, but as he stared at her huge tits heaving up and down, and the soaked hair that hid her long tempting crack, his cock, like magic, rose toward his bare belly.
Jan, ignoring him took hold of Claire and swam with her to the far end of the pool. Claire just caught Robert mounting Sheila, who cried out in pain as his huge tool tore her apart, before Jan had slipped off her pants revealing once again her lovely red cunt, begging Claire to eat her out.
They got out on the opposite side and as they heard Mrs. Bunker yelling with delight, Claire gladly sucked off the inviting pussy, until she almost choked from Jan's coming.
When she was done, Claire gazed at the outstretched figure of Robert's sister, unsatisfied herself.
Her hand quickly darted to her own luscious breasts, her pink nipples still hidden from view by her bathing suit, though they could be seen sticking into it. She rubbed her tits urgently hoping to quell her desire, staring intently at Miss O'Conner's little boobs encased in the bra of her bikini, her torso completely naked below still undulating from before.
Suddenly the figure of Robert loomed over his sister in front of her.
"You seem to have done a good job," he laughed, and playfully put his big masculine hands underneath his sister's trunks, and pinched the nipples beneath, so that the slender body came to life again whimpering with pleasure and shame, as the three of them watched her brother manipulating her.
"No Rob," she implored turning red hot in front of them."
Claire felt Sheila's hand groping under her suit, squeezing the cheeks of her pleasingly plump ass.
"You're beautiful, my dear," she heard her whisper.
By this time Jan was wildly thrashing on the hard gravel as her brother insistently plyed her tits, lowering the bra so that her brown nipples peeked out as did the sought after handkerchief.
"So you had it," Mrs. Bunker exclaimed, grabbing the cloth.
She tied it over the model's eyes blissfully blinding her while they each began soothing her body.
As her brother sucked her tits, Mrs. Bunker and Claire spread her legs apart and pulled at the wonderful red hair until the pussy became soaking wet. They alternated jerking Jan off while the other masturbated.
Suck your brother, Sheila commanded squeezing Jan's clitoris, her cunt arching toward her.
For the third time, Robert's tool was up for the job.
Jan felt the warm stiff fleshy pole in her mouth and while Claire sucked out her cunt for the second time, and Sheila, her finger feverishly exploring her own majestic cunt, came, she sucked her brother off until with a pained expression of thrill and shame, she gulped down his hot white cream, and herself came for a second time.
As the four of them tried to recover themselves, they were surprised to see the small figure of William racing up to them shouting wildly.
He apparently was used to seeing his mother stark naked and knew what to do in such instances.
"Are we going to play one of those games, mother?" he asked her eagerly, his cock waving in the air, and hands on his hips.
His darling face suddenly took notice of Claire whose presence obviously pleased him and frightened him a bit. His insolent eyes were attracted to her large tits which more than adequately filled her bathing suit, and traveled down to her white tender thighs, and the mound in between them.
"How do you play, William?" asked Claire sweetly, "maybe you and your mother can teach us all."
Mrs. Bunker chortled uneasily. "Oh, it's just a silly game. We've played since he was a child, you know."
"Let's play," cried William, and without any warning he aimed his penis toward his mother's awaiting hole, before she could stop him.
Before, Sheila could break away, Jan grabbed her pretty rear and held her still. Obligingly Claire pushed William forward so that he could enter her, stroking his balls so that his rod would be sufficiently erect.
"Ohhhh," he yelled as his prick found its way in. Robert felt his mother's buttocks involuntarily squirming with pleasure.
"Can I play too William?" he asked seriously.
"After me," the boy said, obviously enjoying himself, oblivious of his mother's consternation as she meekly tried to order him to stop, while sighing at the feel of his cock inside of her. "No William, please, don't want you now," she moaned weakly.
"Have you ever played this way William?" Robert said, and bending down he spread the cheeks of his mother's ass apart, licked the wide brown crack with his tongue, until she panted with lust, her hips rotating around her son's cock, and then entered her from behind. William watched over his mother's shoulder as Robert's cock slipped in and out of her burning ass, and she groaned at the two-pronged attack.
Crouching underneath Claire and the boy, Jan, licked William's balls until with a low grunt his ripe supply of sperm made its way into his mother's wide cunt, as Robert moistened her rear. Trying hard to contain herself, Sheila gave up and hugging her boy, tears of shame dripping over her cheeks, she came, wetting his cock with her spendings.
"Let me clean you off," Jan cooed, after the boy, still smiling at his mother smugly, had withdrawn his limp penis. She slowly licked it off, her own red bush moistening in the process.
"Let's play another game," Claire said to the boy. "Remember what we did to the Headmistress. Make believe you're a dog and lick off Miss O'Conner."
The lad gazed down at Jan's lovely cunt, which she now rubbed frantically with her whole hand.
"Get on all fours," continued Claire sweetly, and steered William so that his face was just above Jan's trembling pussy, and his penis, still in her mouth, her tongue rolling around it, till it stiffened once again.
On his knees, William played with the red hair, fascinated with the new aspect of this old game, barely aware of the thrill he was causing in Jan, whose narrow hip flailed about wildly to the touch of his wild fingers.
"Make believe you're a friendly puppy," Claire suggested.
"Eager to please," William lapped at the greasy slit, Jan's whimpers urging him on, until to his joy, he felt his mouth fill with her liquid.
The boy seemed stunned, but had soon regained his composure. Mrs. Bunker snatched up a towel and, in a huff, wrapped it around her ravishing body, and stalked off, nearly dragging the reluctant boy along with her.
Robert coolly lit a cigarette eyeing his sister and Claire. But the three of them were interrupted by footsteps-Mr. Thomas, who had for some strange reason had not showed up with Robert as had been expected, raced up to them, his widened face, red and sweaty with the effort entailed.
"I have to speak to you," he said to Mr. O'Conner, ignoring Claire entirely.
"Okay, I'm sorry ladies, but you'll have to excuse us. Truly I'm sorry," he repeated confidently resting his eyes on Claire's succulent body clinging to her wet suit. "Maybe you should come with us," he decided, addressing her, "this may be of interest to you as well." His eyes now darted to the old man who hesitantly nodded his approval.
"I'd be glad to," Claire muttered, "I have a few things to say to the good man myself."
"That will all be straightened out, I assure you my child," he answered.
"We'll see."
"Jan, who had coquettishly covered the stunning red triangle naked between her legs, with her thin hand, smiled and ran off to get dressed, while the three of them headed back to the house.
As it happens, they entered the master bedroom, where they were met by the peaceful figure of Linda and Joshua, snuggled in each other's arms in the enormous bed.
Linda woke, startled, and yawning, stretched her arms so that one black tit escaped from beneath the sheets, resting on the plush blanket above it.
She woke Joshua, who grumbling a bit at this intrusion, was also invited to participate in what turned out to be a rather revealing discussion.
"The kidnapping is scheduled for tomorrow night," Mr. Thomas explained to Mr. O'Conner who gave me his undivided attention. "They'll offer to drive Claire and Linda home....but....well, they'll never get there."
"I see," Robert responded thoughtfully. "We'll have to alter our plans, but at such short notice it'll be tough to actually discover the leader, damnit!"
"Don't believe him, honey," Linda burst out, "he up to no good himself..."
"And how do we know we can trust Mr.
O'Conner," Claire protested. "Be quiet, Linda."
Robert smiled. "She's the smartest of the lot," he said in admiration. "Here's all my credentials, they should convince even a clever girl like you." He opened up his wallet to her, and revealed his police badge. "I came here to break this case. I'm afraid I'm not really cut out to be a teacher, as I once tried to tell you."
"Far fucking out," exclaimed Joshua. "And they say they're never around when you need them. But man, from what these good ladies (and they are fucking good, if you don't mind me saying so) have told me, I suggest you check out this dude here," he pointed to the old man, "before you take his word for anything." He has been known to alter the truth, my apologies if I've offended the upstanding member of Mr. John's Community.
"So you knew I was lying," the old man sighed happily. "I was hoping I wouldn't be too good at that sort of thing anyway. I never was involved in this whole thing til now," he said sadly, "they forced me to tell you that. I had no idea why, til I talked to the detective here, believe me. They said it was a joke. Still, I refused, but they did threaten to expose me and the Headmistress, so I relented. I'm truly sorry. Now I suppose it'll all come out anyway."
"I don't know," remarked Robert, "I would never mention it, would you ladies?"
They all shook their heads, sympathizing with the frightened old man who they realized had meant no harm.
"And I thought you was testing out all them pretty girls," Linda sighed, disappointed, "now I'll know better than to believe everything I hear."
"Who's in on this thing then?" Joshua asked.
"Well at this point, we're sure of Mrs. Bunker and I'm afraid, the Headmistress, who fed the information about the girl. But there's someone else. Someone also on the inside who's been organizing the whole deal. Someone whose been there for some time, and I'm afraid has been testing out the prospective girls, some of whom apparently were really enjoying his company. What gets me is, I've thoroughly checked all the male teachers, even the janitor, and even some of the better looking females, they're all clean, though I might add, I've heard some stories that might even shock you. This place is a regular den of sin, or free love as the case may be. At any rate, we're back where we started from.
"So that's why you said those things to me," Claire remarked, "you upset me. Of course I'm different now."
Yes, I can see that," he chuckled.
"Linda and I thought up a way of exposing the culprits at the party tomorrow, maybe it'll also show us who the leader is," Claire suggested.
"I'll listen to anything at this point."
Claire, with help from Linda and Joshua, explained how they were going to drug the food, and take advantages of its powers.
"So you're the peddler around here," Robert grunted, looking at Joshua, who grinned at him impishly.
"Man, I was just thinking of going straight," he said hurriedly, "help my father with the business, you know."
"Sure kid. I suppose I'll believe you for now."
"What about Mrs. Bunker's husband," said Linda, changing the subject as quickly as possible. "Did she really kill him, or was that just another lie?"
"That's another mystery to this business," Robert muttered with obvious frustration, at his inability to get to the heart of the matter, "we checked army records and couldn't find anything for a Martin Bunker. It seems that Mrs. Bunker made up that story to account for little William, but if she ever did really have a husband, God knows where he disappeared to."
"There may be another mystery yet," Claire remarked suddenly. "Pardon, my indiscretion, Mr. Thomas, but when was the last time...when did you finally break off with Katherine....the Headmistress that is?"
"Oh that was long ago, my child? And now that I realize what she's been doing, the very notion would disgust me."
"Remember, you told me about the Headmistress in the wine cellar, Linda? If that wasn't Mr. Thomas than who was it?"
"Honey, I'd forgotten about that?"
"About what?" demanded Mr. O'Conner. What are you two talking about, anyway?"
"What was he saying, Linda. I want to have her wasn't it? Maybe he meant me, but the Headmistress refused because she was frightened about what I knew of her. Couldn't that be it?"
"You saw the Headmistress fucking with someone," Robert exclaimed, "why, that may be our man."
"I couldn't tell who he was though, darn it," Linda complained, as I said to Claire it was too dark. All I could make out was this little prick.
"Wait you said it was huge," Claire interrupted.
"I just wanted to get your juices flowing, Claire, I exaggerated, but his is important. The thing that amazed me was here's the Headmistress begging for it, right? And all I can see is this little tool going in and out of her, and ordering her around and all in this squeaky voice."
"Man, it could have been a pupil," Joshua said, tossing some hair out of his eyes.
"No, honey, this dude knew what he was doing. He got me pretty worked up myself. Beside, the way he talked, you know, it was weird, but not like a child's. Not like anything I've heard before."
"Man, I need something to drink," Joshua exclaimed, and left the room, only to return a moment or two with five glasses of sherry which he'd poured courtesy of Mrs. Bunker's bar. "Don't this heavy scene make you thirsty," he explained as each of them gratefully helped themselves to the clear pink liquid. "Here's looking at you."
"Try to remember," Robert was saying to Linda, "some small detail that could give us a clue."
"It was too dark," she insisted, "and beside, honey, I was frightened, seeing them, and all."
"Oh, it's no use."
"Well man," Joshua chimed in, "I guess that leaves us with our original plan, dig it. Man, all you got to do is plant some of your people there, make sure they don't drink any coffee or nothing, and you'll find out all you have to know."
"I don't think so....it sounds risky, an overdose, a scandal (imagine if someone found out the police were using drugs)."
"Man, just leave that to me. Nobody's going to die. Just think of all the sweet girls these people have abducted to be slaves somewhere far away, to die, with no one knowing they even lived, man, if you could say they did live. By the way, man, how come you've never married?"
To his extreme embarrassment Robert stole a look at Claire, who was fidgeting nervously with her bathing suit for some reason, when his member came to life like a swelling volcano under his trunks.
Claire's crystal blue eyes seemed to be twinkling at him, inviting him, tempting him to take her right there in front of everyone, when his mind should be concentrating on the case.
Linda was the first to notice his predicament, and giggling whispered something to Joshua.
"I thought you might have some doubts about the dope," the long haired boy remarked, "so I thought I'd give you a free sample, with your sherry.
At that moment, it became apparent that Claire was also behaving rather strangely. A wet spot appeared miraculously at her groin, which she found herself fondling obliviously.
The two of them experienced an overpowering longing for each other, unlike any normal sexual desire. The love that grew inside of them soon spread beyond their own persons to one another, like a tree spreading out its leaves in spring, and then it burst forth, encompassing all mankind. They wanted to embrace everyone. All was peace and harmony and brotherhood.
"You're spaced out, man," said Joshua, "do you love each other?"
"Nothing ever happened to me like this," Claire whispered, gazing with undisguised adoration at the tall manly figure of the policeman.
"To me either," he answered and slowly lowered his trunks and stroked his pulsating cock, lovingly, offering it to Claire as one would a present.
"May I suck it?" Claire asked in a dazed voice, as if she couldn't believe her eyes, or the emotions grinding inside her.
"Why don't you assist them?" Joshua laughed nudging Linda, who was as turned on looking at them as they were themselves.
"Shit! I don't know where to begin," she squealed gleefully. "Let me help you out of that suit," she whispered, and lowered the straps baring Claire's gorgeous shoulders. Robert stared at her hungrily hand still jerking his cock.
Claire lowered her head and lightly ran her tongue over its tip spreading his legs apart with her arms. "Lie down," she whispered passionately, letting her top tumble down, so that her tits came out, two white delicious packages, Claire rubbed each of her nipples against his moistened prick. "Don't say anything," she cautioned, "just enjoy."
Robert closed his eyes, and blissfully let her manipulate his body.
"Suck him off, Linda," she murmured "while I get some supplies, but don't let him come, whatever you do."
In a flash Linda's mouth was fastened to the throbbing cock, Linda withdrew it, despite Robert's protests, only when it seemed he could endure no longer.
When Claire returned with a drunken Jan alongside her, the drug had reached its peak, and Robert was certainly ready for anything she might have planned for his entertainment.