Authors: Ray Gordon
After a shower, I drank several glasses of water to dilute the spunk swirling in my stomach. I'd put on clean panties, but they were already soaking up the male cream oozing from my inflamed rectum. What a morning, I thought as the phone rang. A total of nine loads of spunk pumped into my young body, I couldn't have asked for a better start to the day. Flopping into the armchair, I grabbed the receiver.
âHi,' Jane said.
âOh, er . . . Hi,' I breathed, wondering what on earth she wanted.
âI just thought I'd let you know that Sam and I are back together again.'
âOh, right. I'm pleased, Jane.'
âHe wasn't blackmailing you. I don't know why you made up that ridiculous story.'
âI didn't make it up, I just got the wrong man. I now know who it was.'
âIf you say so. Anyway, maybe, over time, we can rebuild our friendship.'
âYes, I'd like that.' I breathed with relief. âAll I can say is how sorry I am. I got the wrong man.'
âI don't feel like talking now. I'll ring you some time.'
âYes, yes please do.'
As she hung up, I couldn't believe how well things had turned out. Jane and Sam were back together, I knew who my blackmailer was, Debbie was moving in . . . But, I still didn't know who the other man was. Keith was lying, I knew that much. There had definitely been two different cocks using the hole in the fence. Maybe I'd never find out, I thought as I heard the front door open.
âHi,' Dave said, joining me in the lounge. âI've come back for my other camera. I left it on the hall table.'
âOh, right,' I murmured, thanking God that he'd not come home half an hour earlier.
âDebbie not here yet?'
âNo, she shouldn't be long. What's that on the knees of your trousers? It looks like mud.'
âYes, I was kneeling down and taking some outdoor shots. Right, well I'd better get going. Oh, by the way. I thought we might put a gate in the back fence.'
âA gate?' I echoed, frowning at him.
âIt'll save having to walk all the way round from the front.'
âDo we need to get to the alley, then?'
âI don't, but I thought you . . . That'll be Debbie,' he said as the doorbell rang. âI'll go and let her in.'
Why would Dave think that I needed access to the alley? Perhaps he thought that it might be useful if I needed to cut through the park to the shops. There again, perhaps he knew about my exploits in the woods. Surely not, I reflected. There was mud on his trousers. Was he the mystery man who'd been behind the fence? Why had he come home? He'd never left one of his cameras behind before. Keith's cock was still erect after he'd fucked my bottom, I recalled. He either had amazing staying power . . . Or, Dave had fucked my bottom. My face had been to the ground, I couldn't see who was behind me, but I'd heard movements. Had Dave sneaked into the woods and . . .
âHi, Sarah,' Debbie trilled, beaming at me as she walked into the lounge.
âWelcome to your new home,' I said, kissing her cheek.
âI'll leave you to settle in,' Dave breathed, grinning at me. âI expect you'll want some time alone together.'
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In real life, make sure you practise safe, sane and consensual sex.
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