Chapter 9
Sage continued to pore over the material she was reading and absently picked up the phone on the second ring.
"Hello," Rusty said. She waited a moment, then said it again.
"Oh, hello," Sage said. "Fremont residence."
"Sage, this is Rusty Sasser. May I speak to David?" Again, she waited a moment, then said, "Hello, are you there?"
Sage marked her place with her finger and said, "Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I was reading something so interesting, I got lost. Hello, Rusty. David said you're coming over for a swim today. What time?"
"David didn't say. That's why I'm calling."
"He went downtown, Rusty," Sage said. "He'll be back in about an hour. He said to tell you that you can come over whenever you want. He also asked me to remind you that he doesn't allow clothes in the pool area."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Rusty laughed. "I'll be over in a few minutes."
"When you get here, key-in 600120 on the front door and come on in."
"I hope I can remember that," Rusty said.
"If you forget, think of your birth date, backwards. David programmed it this morning. That's your personal code. Better than hiding a key under the doormat or a funny rock."
"Oh, sure, February 10, 1960," Rusty said. "He must expect me to visit a lot."
"Sounds like it," Sage said cheerfully. "You're the only who doesn't live here to have a personal code. You must have made a strong impression on him the other night."
Rusty wondered how much Sage knew about her date with David. Did she know they fucked? The thought made her pussy flutter. "How does he know my birth date?"
"How does he know half the things he knows?" Sage said. "He's a keen observer and very perceptive. I think he reads minds. He probably knows things about me that I don't know! If there's anything about yourself you don't want him to know, you'd better bury it deep."
"Well, I'm safe," Rusty replied. "I have nothing to hide from him. I've kept you from your work long enough. I won't bother you when I get there. Stick your head out the door and say hello when you can."
"Oh, David said to plan on staying for dinner," Sage said quickly. "See you later."
David leaned over and kissed Rusty lightly on the lips. "Hello, beautiful," he said softly.
"Hello." Without opening her eyes, she slid her hand up the inside of his leg and cupped his balls. "I like your no-clothes rule." She scooted over and made room for him. "Lie down with me, darling. Where did you find chaise lounges big enough for two?"
"I had them made to order," he replied as he stretched out.
"I ought to have known. Sage said you want me to stay for dinner. What are you serving?"
"Just for you, a tossed salad of mixed greens, an excellent Johannisberger Riesling and my special quiche. I make it with fresh cream, ham, bacon, broccoli, and three kinds of cheese."
"I heard that real men don't eat salad or quiche. Especially quiche."
"I don't worry about my masculinity," he chuckled.
"No, you don't have to," she agreed. "You're the only man I know who can do whatever he wants and not lose his masculinity. What's for dessert?"
"You."
"Mmmmmm, I like the sound of that."
She squirmed and rubbed her lush body against his. She covered his face, neck and mouth with hot, wet kisses. She plunged her tongue deep into his mouth, and began to thrust it impetuously. Her hands roamed freely over his body. Just touching him thrilled her.
He cupped the cheeks of her ass and kneaded her firm buttocks. He felt her solid tits mashing into his chest and her body trembling. "I like to fuck you," he said softly.
His words thrilled her. She sighed aloud, content with herself and the world. She smiled dreamily and kissed the tip of his nose. "I like you to fuck me," she whispered.
Fiery passion ate at her insides. She felt the walls of her cunt begin to quiver. She sat up and jutted her tits out, exhibiting them to him. He feasted his eyes on the stunning twin globes of creamy, smooth tit flesh. The huge mounds were like the first melons of the season, succulent and firm. They were breathtaking, with no hint of sag in spite of their massive size. Her dusky-rose nipples were swollen with lust. They tingled under his steady gaze.
He caressed her tits lovingly. "You turn on in a hurry, don't you."
"With you, I do."
She reveled in his gaze burning into her tits. The appreciation and adoration she saw in his blazing eyes made her feel wonderful. She cupped her tits and scratched the nipples lightly with her nails. The buds swelled more, grew longer and thicker.
She hefted his weighty balls with her left hand and wrapped her right hand around his huge spear. She shook his limp dick gently. "You haven't worn this thing out since I saw you last, have you?"
"Keep that up, and you'll soon find out."
She looked at him and grinned. "I really love to suck cock, and I haven't had much opportunity lately. I like the way your cock in particular feels in my mouth." She smiled seductively. Her pink tongue caressed her full, sensuous lips. "You don't mind if I suck you off, do you?"
"Do you specialize in rhetorical questions?" he said with a chuckle. "Of course, I don't mind."
The head of his cock enthralled her. She licked her parched lips. She stripped the skin back and began to jerk her fist up and down. His blood-gorged love muscle began to throb and swell. "Your cock is so fucking magnificent," she whispered. She squeezed his shaft and the slit in the tip seemed to wink at her. "So fucking big, so fucking gorgeous! I'm going to suck the beautiful fucking thing dry!"
He grunted and jabbed his cock through her fist. He moaned and his muscles grew taut. She rolled his heavy, cum-laden balls in her palm. She leaned down, and the tip of his cock touched her lips. She opened her mouth and let it sink into the heated wetness.
"Mmmmmm," she gurgled with sublime rapture.
Her tongue began to swirl around the head of his cock. Her mouth began to suck. Her hand began to stroke his long, rigid shaft. She blended everything together-lick, suck, stroke, lick, suck, stroke. She slurped noisily as she gobbled his dick.
"Goddamn!" he groaned.
He lifted his head and watched her clinging lip slide along his prick. Her hot spit marinated his cock. He ran the fingers of one hand through her soft red tresses. He traced a path around her lips with the tip of the forefinger of his other hand, feeling his cock fuck her face. He felt the mounting pressure in his balls. She felt his rod swell. She began to suck harder, bent on emptying his balls.
"I'm going to.. .aaarrrggghhh!" he yelled. His body tensed and his muscles rippled.
She threw herself headlong into the exquisite task of sucking him dry, relishing it, feeling his cock swell even larger in her mouth.
He combed his fingers through her hair and let himself go. His ass bounced up and down as he fucked her mouth in a blaze of passion. She welcomed his frantic fucking. She moved her hands and gave him all the room he needed to fuck his entire lance down her gullet. She took his bulky length without gagging. He began to fuck harder, stretching her throat muscles. He howled and soared into his orgasm. His prick erupted like a machine gun, spraying her mouth and throat with a steady barrage of hot cock cream.
She gulped down the first wad of cum as it shot into her gullet. More soon gushed into her gulping mouth in a hot flood. She wallowed in the joy of having her face fucked. She kept her eyes open, leering up at him, watching him cum as he slammed into her plush, clinging lips.
Her cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk's as his jism filled her mouth. She swallowed rapidly, but his juice came too fast for her. It oozed past her lips with each thrust. She scraped his spouting prick with her teeth, making him squirt harder. He expelled the last few drops at jet speed.
"Mmmmmm," she gurgled with a mouthful of cum. It seeped from her lips and dribbled down her chin.
"Damn, lady, you're a powerhouse of sex," he muttered.
She lifted her head and let his limp cock slip out of her mouth. She wiped up his cum with her finger and ate it, then licked her lips. She leaned over, kissed him, and lay down beside him.
"Ahem," Detective Gordon said.
David sat up and glared at Gordon with his jaw clenched. "How long have you been here?" he growled.
"Hello, Mrs. Sasser." Gordon leered at Rusty and slowly caressed her naked body with his eyes. "Oh, a few minutes," he said.
"How did you get back here?" David said.
"I climbed the fence," Gordon replied. "The gate was locked."
"To keep the riffraff out," David said. "Unless you have a search warrant, you're trespassing. Get out. You're embarrassing the lady."
Rusty sat up and stared at Gordon. "Let him speak his piece, darling," she said. "I have nothing to hide." She giggled. "Or anything to hide it with!"
"I just stopped by to check out your alarm system," Gordon said. "That makes it official police business."
"You're still trespassing," David said sternly. "You entered without asking permission. Why does my alarm system interest you so much?"
"I'm just trying to figure out why they haven't hit your place, Mr. Fremont. That puzzles me. Do they know something I don't? Or, is there some other reason?"
"A lot of people know things you don't," David said.
"Think about it, Mr. Fremont," Gordon said slowly. "You write mysteries. I'm sure you can come up with a good explanation why they haven't hit your place. When you think of it, give me a call. You have my card." He turned to leave, then turned back to face David. "You wouldn't unlock the gate, or let me go through the house, would you?"
David clenched his jaw again and glowered at Gordon. "Get out the way you got in. You got away with it this time, Gordon. Next time, you won't be so lucky. I defend my home, with a gun, if necessary."
Gordon nodded and walked away.
"Well, I hope he enjoyed the free show," Rusty said. "What do you suppose that was all about? Is he really interested in your alarm system?"
"Yeah, but not for the reason you might think," David replied. "I don't trust him."
"Neither do I. I told you that he undressed me with his eyes every time he came around. Well, he didn't have to this time. He saw everything he wanted to. Including me sucking your cock. I hope he's satisfied."
"He isn't," David said. "I think he's been casing the place. That's why he didn't come to the front door and ring the bell. He didn't know we were back here."
"Did I hear correctly?" she said. "Did he infer that he thinks you're the burglar?"
"Yep. But that's just a diversion. So is the business about trying to figure out why my place hasn't been hit. He knows why."
"You think he's the burglar?"
"I have pretty strong suspicions about him. He probably listed me as the prime suspect in his report. What better way to cover his tracks? I'm going to make a phone call."
"I'm going to lie here and soak up some rays," she said.
"Take your time. Maybe then you'll leave me enough strength to enjoy dessert tonight."
"Maybe you ought to serve red meat," she quipped.