When He Came

[mystic_Arrival]

Tracy was lying in bed holding back her laughter only by sheer will power, but Dave's toast had her in absolute stitches. She sat uprightand glared at him. Reaching up, she took one of the glasses and said, "First of all, that department store didnt have any really fancy shoes, those are in New York, and in the past two days I haven't excactly had a lot of sleep either! so if I wanted to sleep, I should be allowed!" Then her expression changed to pure impishness and she continued, "Now isn't it a good thing that I don't want to sleep?" She reached out and pulled him gently to the bed.

Tracy let him take a few sips of his wine before she took it from him and gently set it on the nightstand. She set her own beside it and then gently pushed him to his back. She contemplated the towel he had wrapped around himself and grinned again as a new idea struck her. Gently haking his hands in hers, she lifted them and stuck them under the pillow. They weren't restrained in any fashion, but she figured she could trust that he would take the hint and not go anywhere, or touch her.

Crawling a few feet down the bed, she moved until her head was inline with the towel, then leaned forward and gripped it lightly in her teeth. a few moments later, the flap that had been tucked in holding it on came loose and she drew first the one side back, then the other. When she was done, the towel was spread out beneath him and he was all on display. She smiled with delight, discovering he was as needy for her as she was, his cock was so hard it was bouncing lightly with his heartbeat.

She straddled his thighs, allowing the soft moist folds of her pussy to rub over him lightly, then wiggled her bum on the tops of his thighs as she settled herself down on him. she leaned forward and reached to pick up her wineglass again. She didn't notice that this came close to scraping her nipples across Dave's face until he suddenly lifted his head half an inch and sucked one lightly into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. She gasped and froze, allowing him to continue for a few breathless moments, then she drew back.

She smiled sweetly at him and then said, "Uh uh, none of that, until later anyway, right now, it's my turn to take you as far as i can, drive you up the wall until you are about ready to scream. then you can take a turn. Hows that sound?" She grinned when he laid back down.

Taking a sip of her wine, she held it in her mouth to warm it up, then proceeded to drizzle it down his chest. then she licked it all up as he shivered in reaction. Another sip of wine, amounting to about half a mouthful, this time she slid her lips carefully over the end of his cock, careful not to let any escape. Then she embedded him in her throat and swallowed the wine, her muscles milking the head of his cock in the most delicious of fashions.

She found more and more ways to play with the wine from her glass, including sharing some of it with him in a kiss that left them both gasping for air until it was finally empty. She rasied her glass and looked in it, then up at him.

"Well, my glass is drained, I guess that means it must be your turn. Unless you would like me to start on yours too."

Her squeal of laughter and excitement came close to echoing in the quiet room as Dave lunged from his prone position and took her in his arms, their lips meeting briefly and hungrily.

"I don't think you know quite what you are letting yourself in for ." He growled, laughing.

 

[Raven Wilde]

Cindy had heard this story many times before, but she still kind of liked it. Though she didn't understand ninety percent of it, it showed how brilliant her man was. Anything that helped that, was considered all good. Today however, her mind wasn't precisely on what he was saying, because she had her mind on the monster piece of meat in front of her. Though she sometimes wondered if it was monster sized, because it was the only one she had ever seen other than the ones in the movies she watched.

She fit her small warm hands around him, (this time at least her hands were warm, she remembered the time they weren't, how he had jumped!) And stroked him up and down lightly. She leaned forward and licked the tip gently. She ran her tongue around the flared head then slid him slowly in her mouth. It had taken her a long time to learn how to take all of him in her mouth, but by now she was an expert at it.

She sank him deep in her mouth, swallowing around it as it began to edge into her throat. If someone had seen her from the front at that moment, they would have been able to watch as her throat bulged out a little as she took in more. It took almost five minutes until her nose was stuck in his pubic hair. It tickled her nose and she had to fight back a sneeze.

The withdrawl was marginally faster, but she was taking her time, knowing that John hated to be interupted in his discourse so she was deliberatly drawing it out so he wouldn't be inclined to grab her head and 'do' her face so to speak, thus breaking his concentration. When she reached the top, she licked his head again like a lolly pop, catching some of the juices that were beginning to trickle from the tip. She licked her lips and focused in on what he was saying again. Still about his project, so she let his voice fade to a muted rumble and went back to what she was doing.

Reaching into his pants a little further, she drew his balls out and leaned down a little further to suckle first one then the other into her mouth. Tracing a wet line from there with her tongue, back to the top, she slid back down in one easy movement. When her was buried deep in her throat again, she raised her hand and began to tickle and caress his sack.

She was sliding him in and out of her mouth in long smooth strokes when she felt his hands in her hair, gently pulling her upwards. She came off, with a popping noise and looked up. His face was flushed and it was apparent if she had continued he would have done it in her mouth. She sat back on her heels and lightly continued to stroke him as he continued to speak.

 

[Prometheus2]

The professor and Cindy

John felt his sap starting to rise, as his wonderful little bitch, Cindy continued to suck his cock so well. There had been a time when it would have been over just minutes, but she had learned to control her eagerness to please him this way, he loved the way she started, as if it was the first time and then as she progressed added the techniques that he had taught her. She hesitated and looked up at him. She was waiting for him to let her know how he wanted her to make him cum.

He was not quite through his story and he wanted the climax of both events to take place simultaneously.

In order to relax and get ready for the dramatic conclusion he looked fondly down at Cindy as she kneeled in front of him waiting for instructions and thought back, making sure he had included every detail..

“His plan had began when he began posing as a security systems installer, going to places he knew would satisfy his urge to watch young women naked and playfully uninhibited, places where his prospective clients might be observed.

He had started at the college where he taught and soon was enjoying the raw natural beauty of most of the young coeds on campus. From there he branched out into the community until he had most of the bars cafes night clubs and shopping malls included. The hotels and athletic clubs were next and he was now able to start phase two of his plan. He could track every potential client with ease discovering their personal habits, their friends and everything he needed to know about them. His first client was a young Spanish Major quiet and shy in public but a extroverted little slut when she was by herself or in the private company of a sex partner. John enjoyed her antics immensely as she was bisexual and unknowingly shared her most deviant behavior with him. She was the first one he transported, John thought it might be rather nice for her to spend some time in Rio De Janeiro, Argentina. He planned on bringing her back of course but he had a few bugs in his system and due to unforeseen circumstances poor Anita got stranded south of the border,( which wasn’t all bad however.)

The trip had been a bit much for her and when she landed in a convent, she joined immediately thinking that God was punishing her for her wicked behavior. (It only added to her resolve when as she landed the good professor had shouted into his attached audio device. “The Lord be with you!”

Several attempts later he finally brought back his first client. Dave, his student who lived in a cave. the incident didn’t go without complications however, he had wanted to send Dave to Paris.

The time was right when the storm that provide his transport machine with the power it needed to carry a body through the air to a predetermined destination gathered overhead . He threw the switch. He had been watching Dave having planted a mini infrared camera in his beard so he could watch his progress. What a night that was,,John guided him safely over the Rockies avoiding a collision with pikes peak in Colorado and on eastward toward the Atlantic ocean. that's where he had miscalculated the skyscraper in New York and thats how Dave had ended up on Tracy’s balcony.

“Too bad he had to shave, the ungrateful sob.! I was just getting to know that Tracy quite intimately. “He mused while Cindy fondled his cock that had slipped back into softness.

” Stroke it baby .”he urged. “Stroke it and then suck it some more. I’m just about to finish the story.”

"Lucky I got him back and the added bonus of that blonde bitch Tracy. How that happened he had no idea but he was thrilled beyond words. Now he had another broad to play with. The surveillance equipment in Dave's cave, in his car and other places around town gave him and Cindy some wonderful images of the two of them as they tried unsuccessfully to fuck each others brains out. Too bad for them the professor and some rather surprising coincidences were able to prevent that.

Cindy had renewed her efforts to bring John to rock hardness again and as she adeptly took him inside, he grabbed her head. “Yes slut, suck me, yesss!”

Images of Tracy sucking Dave off in the changing room, madly humping his cock in the grass clearing! “Yess!, harder I’m almost there.! He cried, Now! He pulled his cock free from her mouth. I want your tits! I want to fuck your tits! Already cum was spewing forth from his cock, spewing over her breasts as he guided his huge cock between them. His hands pushed them together making a tunnel for him to plunge into and beyond to her chin.

John slumped in his chair satiated as Cindy licked him clean. “I’ll make “him” hard again if you want to “do it” she said my ...she pointed towards her pussy. “ ‘She’s’ so hot and wet , Honey ..please.

John looked at his watch, ‘Time to check out the cave he said eagerly, they have to be there by now.” The cave was vacant. He was starting to get angry.

“Hey let’s check out the Honeymoon suite at the Hilton” Cindy suggested

“Why in the fuck should they be there.” John demanded.

“Just an idea.” Cindy pouted

John changed channels

Cindy giggled, “That was a great idea John, I’m glad you thought of it”

“So am I.” John replied they settled down to watch, johns hand on Cindy’s pussy and her hand wrapped around his growing cock.

 

[Prometheus2]

Dave and Tracy

Dave was beside himself with need and desire by the time Tracy was through toasting him in a very intimate and arousing manner, using his body as a virtual table of delectable cuisine to compliment the wine. All the while she was doing such wonderful things to him he was planning his erotic feast. He had forgotten all about the professor and focused entirely on her delicious looking body as he hovered over her placing her hands under the pillow the same way she had. Spreading her legs he knelt between them.

"Just relax and enjoy." he said a wide grin spreading across his face.

"Yeah and just who is going to enjoy this much more than me?' she asked.

"t’s a tough job but someone's gotta do it." he quipped.

"Whatever." she shrugged

Dave set his empty glass down and tilted the bottle back taking swallow directly from it. He looked down at two delightful mounds of creamy flesh and knew just where he was going to start.
Bringing his mouth to rest on one turgid nipple he allowed some wine to leak from his mouth and spread down around her aureole and across the surface of her breast. Her nipple jumped to attention from the cold wine and became amazingly hard. The other breast was next, with the same results. His mouth returned to the first nipple and he sucked on it with relish feeling the textured nub between his lips while sucking the moist tip. His tongue laved the rounded surface and the valley between moving to climb up to the other tip and repeat the delicate procedure. Tracy moaned arching herself up toward his face. He looked up, her blonde hair spread out behind her on the pillow, her green eyes misty with pleasure. “Just relax.” he reminded her. “Let Dave do his job.

“And what job might that be?" she teased.”

“Pleasing his angel.” he said softly.

Her smile told him to continue and taking another swig he warmed it a bit before letting it drip into her dainty navel. As it spilled over the edges and ran down her tummy he bent down to lap up the excess and then his tongue found the recess of her navel and dipped in licking up what remained. He followed a trail of liquid downward to where it disappeared into the downy curls on her mound. Scooting back he placed his hands on her hips and gently nuzzled his face in the damp whisps of hair. He drew in his breath becoming intoxicated not by the smell of wine but the aroma of her heated sex. “Mmmmmm” was the only sound he uttered as he dipped his head further down and found the source of her aroma and heat. He set the wine bottle on the floor and concentrated on this new source of liquid pleasure. His hands left her hips and slipped between her thighs as she unconsciously raised her legs and spread her knees to accommodate him. Again he moaned this time into the wet entrance his fingers had made by spreading the folds that had covered it. She shivered and the muscles that circled the entrance tightened against his face. Pulling away he looked up to see her hands caressing her breasts her fingers pinching her nipples and her head thrown back in ecstasy. His tongue dartedin and out when he returned for more liquid pleasure and circled up inside her as far as Dave could reach. Slipping back out he lapped upwards toward her clit and finding it circled it also, finally coming to rest with it tucked between hs lips. He held her this way as he caught his breath and then releasing the nub he felt her hands in his hair tugging at him he smiled knowing he had done his job well.

 

[mystic_Arrival]

Tracy gasped and moaned her way through Dave's delicious torture of her sweet body, convinced that each drizzle of wine was going to sizzle when it hit her skin, she was that hot. When his lips caressed her, she swore she saw sparks ignite behind her closed eyelids and she cried out, both in pleasure, and the half realised fear that he would burn his lips.

When first his lips, then his tongue breached her pussy, she helplessly arched her body against his tongue. She was past the point of caring about wierd men who took a perverse delight in screwing up her sex life. The only thought in her brain left at that point was for Dave, the feelings he was inducing inside her and the need she felt to feel his cock slide deep into her moist depths.

She tugged iritably at her own nipples, teasing them until they were even harder, creating a new pool of ache in her lower belly. Her legs twitchedand twisted restlessly on the bed, her toes curling. She cried out again, a moan of pure pleasure as Dave's tongue slid in and out of her pussy, her hands abandoned her nipples slowly one at a time to rest first on his head, then to bury themselves in his hair. She pulled him closer towards herself, shuddering as his tongue lashed over her clit.

She was so close to her orgasm, her eyes rolled back into her head and she clenched them tightly shut as waves of exctasy rolled over her body. She bucked against his face, riding his tongue until she became to sensitive for a few moments and jerked back from him a bit, tugging lightly on his head at the same time.

With a smile, she pulled him up by the shoulders until he lay over her, most of his weight supported by his arms, his cock resting lightly against her pussy opening. "Fill me Dave, I need you inside me so bad right now, I dont think I can stand it a second longer! i need you to love me hard, right now...fuck me Dave, make me cum wrapped around your cock!" Her voice had started out huskily, almost a whisper but it rose sharply into a moan as he slid just the tip inside her. She wrapped her legs around him tightly and pulled him into herself, gasping as she felt him stretch her desire tightened pussy open.

Dave set up a slow measured thrusting, but soon they had mostly abandoned that, giving way to ardent thrusting as they each clawed their way to a mutual peak. As Tracy felt her body drawing in on itself, preparing for an intense cum, she heard a clicking noise, followed by the hiss of an open connection. She froze, and Dave did the same a split second later.

The hissing noise was suddenly muffled, but not before a heavy scraping noise was heard, almst as if somone had drawn their hand over a microphone. Mutedly, they heard a female voice say something, then a masculine voice followed a brief moment later. the words were quite indistinct, but the faint anger in the males voice came through clearly, as did the distinctive sound of the female, it sounded like she was pleading. The scraping noise came again, then a masculine sigh, followed by the sound of another click, then silence.

Tracy lay there under Dave for a few moments, utterly still. He had a haunted look about him, he was staring into space. Gently she turned his head and whispered, "Dave, I dont care if the entire world is watching at this point, I need to connect to you on a very basic level. Namely my body is screaming for yours. Tune it out please, and lets pick up where we left off." Tracy's need was so great by this point, she was almost in tears because of it. She was so tired of someone else dictating her life and she wanted to regain even a margin of control.

 

[Raven Wilde]

Cindy giggled happily when John came, watching as her milky white boobs gained an extra coating. She loved the feel of it on her, and took great delight each time he decided to give it to her that way. She wanted him in her very badly by then, she was getting so hot that she was almost itchy with the desire.

She bowed to his wishes however when he wanted to look for Dave and Tracy, she knew that it would make him happy if she praised him for her idea, it was actally most likely his anyway, she did that a lot actually, thinking what he was thinking and shhe was happy because thinking the same things made her feel closer to him somehow.

When they started to watch, she gave a soft moan of approval as his hand found its way to her pussy and began to finger her clit lightly. she spread her legs, draping them over the arms of the chair she sat on. Her free hand reached for his and pressed him closer, moaning softly as she thought "ohh I love it when he does that, it makes her tingle so nice, do it more!"

Her other hand stroked him gently, feeling his cock stretch out her hand untill she couldn't quite hold her fingers together around the base. She had tried once, but John didn't like it when she squeezed him that hard, said the way she did it was just fine, so she quit attempting it after that.

They watched as Tracy tormented Dave and then while he returned the favor. Cindy's breath came faster, she was moaning softly, both from the scene, and from John's fingers. Her hand was working his cock faster, using the precum that dribbled continuously from the head of his cock to lubricate her strokes.

Suddenly John took his hand away and stood up, making it impossible for Cindy to continue. She knew he was going to 'get off' again and that he was going to mess Dave and Tracy up again, just when they were finally 'doing it' and sudenly Cindy did something she had never done before.

She stood up just as John turned on the microphone. The sight of Dave and Tracy getting it on had excited her more than she had been by the other couples they watched, and she desperatly wanted to watch as they continued. She reached over and slid her hand over the mic, effectively blocking what she was going to say.

"Please John, lets not ruin it ths time"

"what the fuck are you talking about? we always ruin it! thats half the fun!"

"Well...watching them do it has made me so hot. I really, really want to see!."

"If I let it continue, will you let me...?" He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. he knew that she was covering the mic, but couldnt be sure how much they coud hear. When Cindy nodded enthusiasticly, John sighed amd turned off the mic.

 

[Prometheus2]

Dave and Tracy

Dave’s mind was in turmoil, a caldron of conflicting emotions. If ever he needed to get his shit together it was now. Somehow he knew the professor had found him and Tracy again. Somehow he had invaded their lives once more.. Was there no end to his perversity and obsession?

Obviously not, but it was time for Dave to assert himself, not let the bastard prevent him from doing what his body mind and soul wanted and needed, regardless of the consequences. He had no idea what their cumming together would mean only that he wanted and needed it so much he was willing to suffer whatever the consequences might be.

Tracy’s resolve made him that much more sure of his goal. Her desires were the same as his, her need was just as demanding and her willpower just as strong. Together they would surmount this obstacle and deal with the outcome.
He felt her hands on his face turning his head to look in her mist filled eyes, heard her pleading voice and knew. If he didn’t act now he never would, everything that was between them would be lost. He looked down at her, and knew that they could pick up where they had left off.

In fact, Dave thought they now had the opportunity to return to that pivotal point. As he began again to stroke into the silken depths of her pussy with his ever hardening cock, he thought again of that moment when she had pulled him up into her arms, as his throbbing cock had rested so close to the opening to her pussy, and as her words which now echoed in his mind had urged him on.

" Fill me Dave, I need you inside me so bad right now, I dont think I can stand it a second longer! I need you to love me hard, right now...fuck me Dave, make me cum wrapped around your cock!"

He had filled her, and he was filling her again as his ever hardening cock responded to her urgent need. And as his body cried out for release, he loved her as hard as he wanted her to love him, he fucked her as much as she wanted to fuck him. He wanted to make her cum, as much as she wanted to make him cum. Each stroke brought him closer and closer to his goal. Nothing, no one was going to get in his way.

He felt his seed rise from somewhere deep inside his body. Rise and course upward through his
shaft. Course up and out to unindate Tracy's pussy, fill her with it's liquid heat.

He felt her body spasm and knew that she too had found her release. He felt her heat and liquid surround his cock. Slowly he sank into the softness of her body. Their arms pulled each other as together they began to rock. He was in heaven, she was his angel. But he didn't need to be pinched to know this was all real. Nothing had been more real in his whole life.

 

[mystic_Arrival]

After their almost simultaneous orgasms, Tracy felt so drained, both emotionally and phisicaly. She felt like she had been run over by a steam roller while at the same time, she was so happy she felt like she was flying.

She was content with Daves weight on her, with his arms around her as they slowly rocked. Mindfull of the eyes upon them, she stuck up her middle finger and waved it for a few moments before she dropped her arm back onto Daves back and held him tight. It was as though she was flipping the bird to say hah, screw you, we did it anyway!

She felt his cock still hard inside her, her body responded acordingly. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him, sliding her tongue in and out of his mouth slowly, playfully slipping it along his teeth and over his tongue. Her inner muscles squeezed him gently and rhythmicly.

Finally she broke off the kiss and leaned back into the pillows. She opened her mouth, the feelings in her heart close to overflowing, so many things she wanted to say, but none of it she could. It was just to soon and probably the heat of the moment anyway.

Instead, she asked him softly, "What did I do to deserve you?"

Feeling herself becoming both refreshed, and a resurge of hornyness, she shifted her hips expirimentally, and felt the answering surge from Daves body. With a smile, she placed her hands on his shoulders. Using uneven pressure, she turned him to his back and by keeping her grip on him with her legs, she managed to turn also without losing his cock from inside her.

Smiling down, she began to rock on his cock, each movement driving it slowly inside herself. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over his lips which parted instantly for her. They kissed, each second that passed made it deeper and more passionate until they seemed to be trying to devour each other alive.

She finally drew back, resting her hands on his chest, she began to fuck herself on his cock. She panted and moaned, caught in the grips of another climax, her pussy milking his cock rapidly as it spasmed around it. This in turn set off a chain reaction as Dave thrust up into her and coated her pussy walls again. Finally starting to come down slightly, she just colapsed against him, resting her head against his chest. There she listened quite contentedly to the sound of his racing heart.

A thought occured to her then, and she shifted forward slightly, making a concious effort to appear normal, and hissed into Daves ear, "Any ideas on what we should do about the asshole? i know its a poor time to discuss it, but we dont seem to be able to find a moment alone to do so, unless its in the car and I am sorry, but I have no wish to go out and freeze my ass off just to talk! At least if i whisper in your ear now it looks like I am whispering sweet nothings and you can do the same." She leaned forward a little tiny bit further and planted a soft kiss on the ear she was whispering into, then drew back with a slight smile.

 

[Prometheus2]

John and Cindy

Fighting the impulse to continue with his obsessive habits John reluctantly turned off the mike. Cindy's whispered promise made it easier, but still in the back of his mind he wanted so bad to keep these two lovers from cumming, watch their tortured faces as their bodies screamed for release that wasn’t coming. The emotional pain and frustration he was causing made him exquisitely high.It was the ultimate in sexual gratification for him.

He wasn’t into causing physical pain for one thing it usually made incriminating marks, for another he couldn’t stand the sight of blood, especially if it was his own. But emotional pain. Now that was a different story and there was no greater emotional pain than have an orgasm interrupted.

He had watched literally hundreds of these events the past three years with his “observations” He especially liked it when it was the first time, the first orgasm. Oh, the frustration, the confusion, he saw on young women’s faces as they became aware of their failure.

But he had given in to Cindy’s wishes and he was basically a man who kept his promises, perhaps the next climax surely those two horny lovers would try it again soon and then he’d have his pleasure. For now he would be content to watch them finish, that was a rush too and he had Cindy's promise for that special favor later.

"ome’ere bitch.! he growled as he pulled her into his lap. " No! The other way around he commanded as she started to straddle facing him. He liked to fuck her from behind like an animal. Hump her as she kneeled clawing at the floor like a cat in heat. Plunge his cock deep into her as his hands squeezed and molded her breasts, as his mouth behind her ear voraciously sucked and his teeth nipped her tender flesh.

That would come later. Ffor now he wanted to hold her from behind play with her tits while she massaged his cock as it loomed in front of her navel.

"On with the show." he shouted once she was in place. Together they watched as they played.

He had to admit these two lovers knew how to fuck. They did all the right things to create the most intense organism John and Cindy had ever observed. Their timing was perfect as they let themselves give in to their passion. Yes it was a very good fuck, John conceded. He’d have to make a special note of it in his journal.

But what the fuck!!! What was that bitch doing raising her middle finger up in defiance.

“She knows we’re watching!" he shouted almost spilling Cindy from his lap. "The bitch is on to us... How!!!"

Never mind Cindy purred just take care of me," She was so hot as much as she didn’t want to admit it she liked him behind her . Even though it was the way that animals ‘did it’ she still got so hot and wild. She rose up and tried to tuck his huge cock inside her.

"Wait! John cried. "What's happening now, by God they're at it again!” he shouted, as he saw Tracy come on top and they began again without hardly missing a stroke. "Damn! they are good. He sighed but this time.... no climax , unless ....."

Cindy sighed "If you must John, if you must." secretly, she slipped the mike under the chair cushion so he wouldn’t be tempted to turn it back on.

"Show time!" he chortled. and as he turned his attention to the screen Cindy skillfully maneuvered his huge cock into her pussy and began to purr as she felt him fill her.

 

[mystic_Arrival]

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[Raven Wilde]

"Come’ere bitch.!"

Cindy loved it when he talked to her like that, she knew that when he did so it meant he was aroused and content with everything. She happily complied when he wanted her to face the screen, for one thing she could continue to watch and the second, she loved doing it that way, it made her feel really good.

She lay back against John's chest, gazing through slitted eyesat the screen as her legs lightly gripped Johns cock ad her hands stroked him up and down on the parts that she could touch. she whimpered with pleasure as his hands caressed her boobs, lightly pinching and pulling their engorged tips until she thought for sure she would die with the pleasure of it.

they watched until Tracy held up her finger. Instantly she knew that John was going to be pissed about it and she quickly moved to plactate him. As it was, she almost ended up on the floor anyway. A small part of her mind urged her to say, well, Tracy found the camera earlier, along with sounds, perhaps the sound clued her into the fact there was a camera as well, but she doesnt know for sure. She wisely kepyt her mouth shut, knowing that John would come up with that on his own after the initial shock had passed.

She was saved however from having to say anything else as his attention was caught by Dave and Tracy as they started again. Cindy stared at them again in longing, it was only when John took his blue pill that he was able to start up again just after he finished the first time.

She wisely hid the microphone when John mentioned wanting to mess them up again, wanting desperatly to see them do it all the way again. John was engrossed in the action on the screen and so didn't complain when she positioned him in front of her little hole. She slid down on him a little at a time, his size making it hard for her for the first stroke until her pussy had adjusted to him.

After finally getting situated, Cindy lifted her feet and hooked her toes into the sides of the cahir, raising and lowereing her ass feeling his cock silde in and out of her deliciously. She moaned softly as she felt John's hands settle at her hips to help her move, then the rocking thrust of his hips as he began to fuck her slowly.

She groaned and gasped as he screwed her slowly, her own handscoming off the legs she had been using to support herself to paw and maul her own nipples, barely able to see the screen as her eyes were fogged with passion. She was close, she knew it, but still, John was methodicly thrusting in and out of her...it was almost enough to drive her batty.

Still watching the screen, she whimpered to John, "Ohhh John! I am so close, do it harder! oh please, play with my hot spot, you know how much I love it when you do that!" She let out a searing moan when his hand slipped around her and caressed her clit as he thrust up into her faster, just like he knew she liked.

She bucked like a wild woman on him, utterly lost in her own pleasure, a pleasure that was magnified as he whispered in her ear, "Thats it my little slut, you love how my cock stretches you open and pounds your cunt! Cum for me Bitch, work my cock over with you cunt muscles!"

Each sentence inflamed Cindy more, causing her to cum on his cock, her inner muscles contracting on his cock in the midst of her extreme pleasure. When she finally started to calm down, she found herself pressed tight up against Johns chest, his cock still in her, still hard, and throbbing mercilessly. She kind of gasped, and Asked, He didn't go yet? Wow!" before she started moving on him again.

 

[Prometheus2]

Tracy and Dave

Dave couldn’t believe the intensity of his last climax. It seemed to go on and on as Tracy rode out her own passion, the inner walls of her pussy milking his cock, stripping it empty while at the same time bathing it with her own hot liquid release. If he wasn’t in heaven this was surely the next best thing. As he spent the last of his seed deep inside her, he threw his head back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

Then, from the corner of his eye he saw the light above him move, as if it was paning their bodies. For a moment he lay stock still unable to speak.

It was starting to make sense now, the scraping noise, the muffled speech that seemed to have come from above them. The light fixture! It wasn’t a light at all! It was a hidden camera, Dave was sure it wasn’t a light because there was no wall switch. The only illumination in the room had been from the bedside lamp. The light was fake, there was no doubt about it. It was another one of Professor Higgins cameras, he was sure of it.

Somehow he no longer cared. If the bastard wanted to watch he’d give him a show he wouldn’t forget. He met Tracy’s last thrust with one of his own and as he lunged upward he held up hos two middle fingers behind her back and gave Higgins a double bird, while he mouthed the words “Fuck you!” into the camera.


Then he pulled Tracy down into his arms to share the euphoria of their second climax. Excitedly he whispered in her ear. “We did it again? Somehow we foiled the old pervert a second time. And somehow we kept him from making us fly. Or had he? Maybe without a storm present he couldn’t do it. The weatherman had predicted we're safe and if we act fast we could find out where the professor is hiding out and end this nightmare he is putting us through"

He continued to kiss and nuzzle behind Tracy’s ear as he told her about the camera above them. How he probably had been watching them the whole time.

"I don't care Tracy whispered back, it was worth it. We did good didn't we."

"We sure did." Dave whispered back and we're going to do it again but first we got some serious thinking to do. For sure, the professor realizes we're on to him but we don't want him to hear any of their plans." He moved down to kiss and caress her breasts like he was ready to make love again all the while he was making other plans.

Tracy giggled and played along with him, her hand gently stroking his cock toward another erection. Then she stopped in mid stroke, a serious look came over her face and she whispered. "Dave, honey do you think this a good idea...Have you got enough blood for this... she nodded toward his half erect penis....and... your brain... at the same time. You DO need to think right."

"Right Dave whispered reluctantly and then out loud he announced “I’m Hungry,!" He stretched and slid out of bed. “You stay there I’ll bring us some munchies from the fridge. After I use the bathroom."

"Me first!" Tracy shouted jumping out of bed and sprinting toward the door. Once out of range of the camera, they grabbed a bath towel and returning to the bed fastened it up around the offending camera lens. At least now Higgins couldn’t watch them and if they kept their voices low couldn’t hear them. When they were done they sat on the edge of the bed, trying to decide what to do next. It was the middle of the night, no point in going out and searching for clues. Neither one of them were really hungry. They could use some sleep but all the excitement had them wired. A gleam came into Tracy’s eye and at the same time a ear to ear grin appeared on Dave’s face. Why not give Higgins a dose of his own medicine. No doubt he was getting “off” on their inability to cum why not pretend that for the next hour, hell maybe two, they were continuously cumming.

Dave began by anouncing that he wasn’t hungry, anymore, he was horny as hell and he wanted her again and again and again. Tracy responded by cooing back. 'And I’m sooo hot for you ,Dave I think I could cum all night long... they began to jump up and down on the bed and make slapping sounds on each others bare skins, moaning and groaning, panting and bumping, making every erotic sound and uttering every love word they could possibly think of.

 

[Prometheus2]

John and Cindy

John couldn’t believe Daves last climax. His mind went back to those days when he could cum like that, so suddenly and explosively intense yet seemingly never ending. But then there were advantages to being older and more experienced, for one he had built up trememdous control almost to the point where he could hold back indefinately and then through sheer will power create his own orgasm. That plus the little blue pill gave him the ultimate in sexual pleasure albeit for only four hours. He had the feeling that tonight was going to be one of those four hour marathons he looked forward to.

The wild abandon that Cindy was caught up in as she climaxed profusly bathing his cock with her juices plus the view on the monitor of his two favorite ‘fucking subjects’ as they screwed each other into blissfull orgasm made him glad he had allowed them to finish. That and the promise that Cindy had made earlier would make this a ‘fucking night’ he wouldn’t forget. He caught his breath and was just about to order her to get on her hands and knees on the carpet. .....

“What the fuck!” he swore, he leaned forward unable to believe his eyes. “That fucking arrogant kid he shouted. he just gave me the finger too! They both know I’m watching!”

“Never mind, John honey.” Cindy implored ,she was almost ready to climax again, as she rotated her hips, swirling her pussy around his cock.

“But now they wont fuck anymore they’ve ruined my entire fucking evening, that bastard and his slutwhore.!”

“Shhhh.” Cindy said, Remember... I promised.... and I’m ready.”

John had to admit she was ready, she was sopping wet between her thighs and everytime he lunged into her, the delightful sound of wet flesh slapping together made him smile in anticpation.

He watched the monitor intently waiting to see what Dave and Tracy were going to do next. "Aha he said as he saw them begin another sex scene he groaned when in the next moment Dave decided he was hungry. "If he were the one fucking Tracy he wouln’t be hungry for anything but more pussy!" He groaned in resignation.

Cindy, in one last attempt at keeping him interested rose up off his cock and taking a deep breath said with as much resolve as she could muster, “ Do ‘it’, John I know you want to Do ‘it’ to... my butt.!”

John was amazed they both knew this was where they were headed but never before had cindy asked him to fuck her in the ass. ”What had gotten into her?” He made a mental note to write about this in his journal in the morning.

He took his eyes off the monitor for a moment to guide his wet cock into her rosebud ass. Moistening the bulbulous tip with her cum before slowly edging it up and in. She was so tight even though she relaxed her muscles to let him inside. He paused to give her some time to adjust to the feeling and then made a few short slow strokes. Half way in he paused again she was so delighfully tight his cock throbbed against the taut surface inside her.

He returned his eyes to the monitor to catch a glimse of Tracy and Dave standing on the bed with a towel in their hands and then the screen went blank. His first thought was that there was some kind of an electronic malfunction but then knew they had found him out again. For a moment his cock had started to deflate and it slid easily into Cindys ass as she settled down on it. The delicoius tighness infmlamed him as he began to grow again inside the sweet confines of this special place. "Fuck ‘em then!" he said emphatically I’ll have to show them how. He reached for the control that would turn on the tv in the hotel and display an image of him and Cindy.

Cindy pushed his hand away. "No John, I’m not ready for this."

He glared at her but seeing her very vlunerable expression conceded. "Where's the mike, at least we can give them some sound."

"Deal." said Cindy, somehow she was ok with that at least they wouldn’t see her face as she performed that most awfull act that even animals didnt do. What made it worse was that she enjoyed it once they got started. She turned on the mike and waited for John to introdce the show he was about to put on.

Before John could speak however the most erotic noises began to come out of his speekers in the cave. He whispered to Cindy as he lifted her up off the chair and set her down on the floor on her hands and knees and he crouched behind her, his cock never leaving her ass.

“They’re at it again, I knew they would be. They’re going to fuck each other silly before the night is through. But this time they’re going to get some competition. Professor John is going to match them stroke for stroke, cum for cum. Hes’ going to show these novices how experienced people fuck.”

 

[mystic_Arrival]

Tracy was feeling an odd mixture of exhaustion and excitement as she spiraled slowly down from her orgasm. She had been up long enough now that she was past tired, falling rapidly towards needing sleep when she stopped to think about it. At the same time, being with Dave had her so wound up, he made her feel so good that she almost felt like she could keep going forever.

She was so relaxed as she lay beneath him, when he pointed out the camera, she only gave a minute muscular spasm in reaction. Knowing they were supposed to be making plans and deciding what to do with the professor was the only thing that prevented her from grabbing Dave again as her body responded to his touch. As her eyes grew hazy with desire she saved face as it were by suggesting Dave might not want to get involved due to blood dispersal. She felt a little guilty over that but was fighting back a giggle at the same time.

When Dave Mentioned the bathroom, Tracy realised it was probably the only room there that wasn't monitered, and she raced him in there. She thought they might take the time to talk in privacy, but she had to smile as he grabbed a towel instead and headed back towards the camera. After covering it up, Tracy felt oddly comforted and secure, even though she knew he could still hear them.

When Dave suggested giving this Professor Higgins person a measure of payback, she grinned impishly and nodded. She discovered that it was very difficult to maintain a credible performance when every time she glanced at Dave, she came close to breaking out into wild laughter. If he was listening, she hoped that he would interpret her muffled sqeaks and moans as though she had pressed her face into Daves chest or neck instead of into her hands to cut off the giggles that crept up on her.

Then Tracy made the huge mistake of glancing down and she was lost. She crumpled into a heap on the bed, snatched up a pillow and howled with laughter. Thankfully that was mostly muffled as it passed through the hundreds of feathers that made up the pilow.

Dave stopped jumping and knelt beside her shoulder shaking form on the bed and asked what was the matter. She glanced up at him, tears of mirth rolling down her cheeks. She shook her head helplessly and buried her face again. Some moments passed in silence, and then she lifted her head, pointed between his legs and made a waggling motion with her hands before collapsing into gales of laughter again.

Well, it was most obvious now what she meant, and as Dave opened his mouth to reply, he was halted abruptly by a new noise that made them both halt and look up again. Tracy's laughter was forgotten as they listened to the snap and crackle of the microphone again. The only thing they could do was to wait and see what would issue from it.

Tracy's eyes widened with shock when she realised the sound emanating from the ceiling werent voices this time, or they were voices, but they certinaly not talking. There was an identical noise to the one they had been fabricating, but the wet sound that had been added to the sound of flesh slapping together made it far more real. she heard moans, both male and female, then a female voice cried out, "Oh yes! do my Butt! I love how he feels in me, do it hard!"

Tracy looked at Dave, watching for his reaction. Herself, she was getting unwillingly turned on by the thought of someone else getting turned on by thinking they were turned on. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to ignore the feeling.

 

[Raven Wilde]

Cindy was very content on Johns lap, watching as Dave and Tracy finally got to do it the whole way. She liked watching as John messed people up, just for the fact that it made him so hot and bothered. When he was like that, she knew that she would get it just the way she liked it and many times in the course of a night, which is just wha her body craved in order to be truely satisfied.

She found herself this time however, getting hotter and hotter the more she watched them. She was still impaled on John's cock, happily thrusting herself onto it, well on the way to nirvana when it changed for the worse. She felt John tense and knew he was getting angry. She glanced up at the screen and knew why as she spotted Daves double bird.

Desperate to recapture the moment, knowing that if he didnt she would have to deal with him being cranky for days, she reminded him of her promise. It was rare that she let him place his monster in there, which made it a special treat. She succeeded in drawing his attention back to the matter at hand so to speak, but she saw it in danger of being lost when the two of them watched as Dave and Tracy covered the camera.

He already had his cock heading into her ass, it was being stretched almost to the point of pain, so she was absurdly grateful when he suddenly started to soften and slid in with a pop. She was filled with horror at his idea to let Dave and Tracy watch...especially when she was getting her ass screwed. She didn't like it that much in the first place (at least when they started) but to have someone else see it too was just wrong to her way of thinking.

She did like the idea of letting them listen though, she got a kick out of the fact that as often as she went into town on one of John's erands, she could easily bump into the two of them and only she would know out of the three that they had something in common. She smiled back at John as he began to stroke in and out of her ass and held her hand out for the microphone. She smiled at him as he handed it to her grudgingly.

It was a mike that had a wide base that could be set upright and she placed it in front of herself and then mbegan to thrust herself back in time to meet John's thrusts. She was feeling very good by this point, almost ready to cum again, she almost forgot about the mike, then recovered. She flipped the switch to on just as a long series of moans broke from her that mixed so well with the slapping noises as his balls whapped against her wet hole.

She couldn't help herself as she began to cum, and she wailed out, "Oh yes! do my Butt! I love how he feels in me, do it hard!" A dim portion of her mind screamed, now they Know what you are doing! but she was past the point of careing.

 

[Prometheus2]

Cindy’s cries of pure lust caused Johns cock to balloon inside of her tight ass. It’s thick base pushed tightly against her straining sphincter muscles creating extreme pleasure beyond any that John had ever felt before. He could have cum right there and then if it hadn’t been his resolve to ‘Out Fuck’ those two young novices in the hotel. He held his breath as Cindy eagerly rode his cock. For a while he was content to let her fuck him, until he became so large inside her that all she could do was grind on top of him unable to even pull herself away from the grip her muscles had on him. His cock was so fucking hard that it was like a rod of unbending steel wedged up deep inside of her.

Then he remembered he had an audience and needed to create some more intense sound effects. Cindy was doing her share as she came again and cired out her pleasure, but he needed some room to move.

He grabbed Cindy’s tits using them for handles to guide her to the floor. He followed behind her as she went to her hands and knees.

“Are you ready for this you whore.” he shouted. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before!”

One of his hands came behind and slapped her butt soundly. His other hand found her pussy invading its hot sopping entrance. Three of his fingers crossed, plunging in and out in a twisting motion.

” Do you like to be screwed in two holes at once bitch.” He slapped her again and then pulled at her tits.

Yess! Cindy whimpered. “Fuck me and screw me!’ she bucked against him, her hands clutching at the rug, her head thrown back in primal passion. John pulled backwards releasing his cock with a loud
“POP!”

He paused for a moment to moisten it with a generous coating of Cindy’s hot juices. He moaned out his pleasure as he invaded her ass again with his hot sticky shaft.

Cindy screamed and bucked against him taking his full length inside of her.

Both his hands were in her cunt now as he began to plunge his cock mercilessly into her ass.

 

[Prometheus2]

Dave stifled a giggle which threatened to turn into a laugh. He grabbed a pillow and held it tight to his face. When he had it under control he whispered to Tracy. “Can you imagine the old creep actually has a girl friend.”

“She’s probably uglier than a mud fence.” Tracy added stifling her giggles in a pillow also.
“Fat and ugly no doubt" Dave chortled.

But she does sound young. Maybe she’s just his assistant.”

Dave nearly lost it again and when he recovered he said. Yeah right, it fits doesn’t it... ASS-istant. Together they covered their faces again.

“We’re supposed to be making love, remember.” Dave reminded Tracy when for the third time they gained their composure and the lustfull animalistic sounds increased from the speaker. Tracy heard the woman arive at another climax

“Right,” Tracy added. "And cumming again."

“If Meg Ryan can do it so can I.” she giggled. She cleared her throat and began.

“Very convincing.” Dave said sarcastically, when she finally finished a full minute later.

“Ok smart ass.” she whispered. “Your turn".

Dave did his rendition of his orgasmic release and they both smothered their mirth with pillows again “I’m tired.” Dave announced.
“Isn’t that just like a man, cum a couple of times and then roll over and go to sleep.”

“Who's counting ?” Dave shot back. “Haven’t you got a headache or something.”

Tracy whipped her pillow at Dave and he returned with a volley of his own. Soon they were making some genuine bouncing and panting sounds but not of a sexual nature, this had turned into a genuine pillow fight.

Several minutes later exhausted they lay back sighing in relief which if not listened to very carefully could be interpreted as orgasmic pleasure. Tracy pulled the covers up over them and Dave cuddled up behind her cupping her breasts and nuzzling the back of her neck Surprisingly enough he had an erection, not an intense one but full enough so that he could slip easily inside the liquid warmth of her pussy.

“Nice.” she murmured her eyes closing.

“Very nice.” Dave responded as his eyes closed also. They drifted off to sleep united, sharing the same pleasant dream.

 

[mystic_Arrival]

As the evening progressed, Tracy found it easier to almost forget the terrible things that had been happening to them. She admitted that it was a lot harder to do so with the noises echoing around the room, but she tried imagining it was a loud television program and managed to bear it a little easier.

She found herself truely enjoying the way she and Dave had bonded, finding pleasure and fun to be had in the simplest of things. The way he managed to laugh at himself was a treat that she hadn't enjoyed in a long time, for most of the men she'd had the misfortune to date were far to concerned with their public appearance than enjoying themselves.

The pillow fight was a riot, she couldnt decide who came out on top of it but she was sure that it didnt really matter either. It was just to damn fun either way! They may have fooled their listeners as they seemed preoccupied with what they were doing,but the muffled snickers that mixed with the moans they were sharing didn't sound very good to Tracy's ear.

When they curled up together, Dave had a slight hardon that he slipped within her and Tracy could only sigh in blissful contentment. She gave herself up to the needs of sleep willingly, and content that she would wake up in the morning with Dave at her side. The sounds from above had faded by this point and she eased into sleep with a smile.

The room was pitch black when she woke the next time, twitching awake in sudden trepadation. She strained her eyes and ears, trying desperatly to identify the stealthy sounds that had startled her awake. She heard it again, a faint rustling sound at the door. She tried to decide what side of the door it came from, but finally gave it up, she just couldnt tell. She swent to sit up and turn on the light, but suddenly had to stiffle a shriek of alarm as Dave snagged her and drew her back against his chest.

She lay there in silence, trembling until the noise came closer. Obvioulsy the intruder was inside the room and coming towards them. They lay and waited until he was practicly beside the bad, a muffled snapping noise said what he was doing there...that was the sound of her purse opening!

Dave snapped on the bedside lamp just then, and they caught a scruffy looking bell boy with his hand literally in the goodies! Tracy let out a sudden squeak of surprise-she had thought perhaps it was the professor himself in the initial moments of her fright, to find out it was a thieving bell boy seemed a little anticlimatic.

After phoning inhouse security and dealing with them, Tracy sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in one of the hotels voluminous bathrobes. She glanced at the time and said, "It is to damn late to try for some sleep again. Do you want to grab some breakfast and plot a course of action for the rest of the day?"

 

[Raven Wilde]

Cindy squealed as she landed on the floor. Her ass was so full, she could have almost sworn that John was driling is way not just through her ass, but up into her body at the same time. Her mouth hung open and slack as he pummeled her, the sensations from her ass causing an almost endless string of orgasms to course through her slight body.

“Are you ready for this you whore. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before!”

His words just inflamed her even further. She whimpered and groaned along his length and then almost screamed as his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. The feeling was intense, a blinding mass of sensation that left her reeling.

She twisted her body along his cock whimpering in joy as he slammed into her body, her pussy and ass writhing helplessly along his shaft and fingers as he stretched her out. She was stuffed at bothe ends and she couldn't stop cumming.

Just as she thought she would pass out from it all, John jerked his cock out of her body and jacked it rapidly. In moments he was spraying his cum out and over her back, then rubbing it into her skin with his cock as he milked out the last traces.

Tracy crumpled to her tummy on the floor, utterly exhausted. They didn't do the ass thing often, for which she was grateful. Every time they did, imeadiatly afterward she wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and sleep. But she couldn't, she had other things she had to do first.

Reaching out, she turned off the microphone, they were done at least for now, and Dave and Tracy seemed to be calmed down as well, so why advertise the fact they lead pretty normal lives when John wasnt playing with his test subjects?

Tracy rose lithely to her feet and went to the bathroom, returning shortly with a warm damp washcloth. Bending over John, she carefully cleaned him, then sashayed off to the bedroom to put on her tweetybird nightie and winnie the pooh slippers. When she came back out, she noticed john seemed to be staring into space.

Thinking quickly, she asked, "Whats on your mind sweetie? didn't you like that? Did I do it wrong?" Her worry was so great that she had completely lost the residual traces of her lust, and her voice tones only sounded worried.

 

[Prometheus2]

Rudely awakened from his dream Dave semiconsciously went through the motions of helping Tracy take care of the devious bellboy episode as if it were a regular part of his daily activity. Indeed the last few days had been such a turmoil of unusual events that the bellboy incident was just small potatoes. It was a shame however that his dreams had been interrupted. they had just begun to get interesting. Now as he sat on the edge of the bed he pondered as he recalled what he could remember of it.

He and Tracy had been flying holding hands soaring just above the treetops. Not like he had been flying when the professor had sent him on those two godawfull cruises but slowly gliding in full control of his motions. Tracy seemed to be enjoying it also, a smile on her face as she looked down at the scenery just below them and in full control of her body's motion also. Dave wondered for a while what the dream meant, it may have something to do with the professors deeds but then Dave recalled something from his child hood ,he had flying dreams then too and had enjoyed their occurrence a great deal even to the extent that if he thought real hard before he went to sleep he could induce their occurrence. But after reading about being awakened up in the middle of a dream and the psychological ramifications that could occur he stopped not wanting to be interrupted in midair. He had even conjured up what the consequences might be, and then almost immediately he had gotten this fear of high places. He realized now the connection between his fear and the professors decision to pick him for a guinea pig. The bastard was trying to cure Dave in the most harsh way possible. The professor knew about his fear. Dave had told him during one of their more personal conversations. John, he had called him that then, thinking they were friends ,had told him to confront his fears. Suggesting hot air balloon rides ,sky diving anything that would condition his mind to prove the groundlessness of his phobia. Dave had tried but always felt alone in his endeavors to achieve success. "That's it!,' he thought now that he had Tracy by his side he could overcome his fear. he reached over and squeezed Tracy’s hand. “What’s that all about." Tracy said seeing his pensive look and feeling his need to be close. “And why the silence hon remember we’re in this together right.

“Right!” Dave said and suddenly felt much better. He had an idea too. If the professor had preyed on his fears and almost gotten to him for that matter. Dave shivered thinking that it hadn’t of been for Tracy he’d probably be a blubbering idiot right now, ready for the funny farm, why not reverse the scenario on him.

He gave Tracy a big hug and a soft kiss and then said with resolution.

“We have to play the same game he’s playing.”

“ I don’t know.” Tracy said. ‘Are you sure we can fight fire with fire?’

Dave continued. “ He’s a control freak, he’s thinks he’s in control by watching other people and making them watch him. I’m surprised that he didn’t come on the tv screen last night and show us what he was doing to his assistant. Somehow I feel if he could have he would have...but anyway what we need to do is cut him off, isolate him, make him feel alone, like he was trapped in a closet where no one could see in and he couldn’t see out, total darkness and quiet. Leave him there until he cries uncle and maybe even changes his way.

“Once a pervert always a pervert” Tracy said sarcastically, “And I don’t know about that closet bit, if it were me I’d go crazy in just a few minutes. The guys a creep but we don’t have the right to make a vegetable out of him.”.

“No I don’t suppose so.” Dave said. “And first we need to find him anyway.”

“First we need to eat, Dave.” Tracy reminded him.

Dave called down for breakfast and in no time it was brought to their room, along with apologies for their mishap during the night and the guarantee of a free room and meals for the next week. After they had eaten Dave inspected the elaborate wiring system and found that indeed it was tied into the tv and its speaker system. He then led Tracy over to the bed and sitting down in direct line of the covered camera, whispered. “How would you like to meet the professor face to face.” He reached out and pulled her robe closer around her neck to cover any of her tantalizing cleavage and smoothed her hair back. When Tracy nodded her approval he yanked the towel from the camera.

“Good morning, Professor ! he said loudly. “I’d like you to meet my fiancee Tracy. We know what you’re up to and we’d like to talk to you before we talk to the police.” __________________

 

[Prometheus2]

John looked at her with half closed eyes. His release had been so totally overwhelming that he was only partially aware of what Cindy was saying. He had to admit that it would be a while before he’d be ready to cum again. There had been silence from the speaker system for some time now so he figured Dave and Tracy had come to their final climaxes also. If he didn’t win at least it was a draw and he was content with that feeling for now. All he needed was a little rest and another blue pill in the morning and he’d be ready for another endurance contest. That is if those two young fuckers were up to it. “You were great!” he told Cindy.

She smiled, it wasn’t often John complemented her sexual abilities. “Come on to bed then Honey.” she whispered as she held out her hand and helped him up. “I know you probably want to do ‘it’ again but I’m so tired and I think we did ‘it’ better than those two young lovebirds did, right?”. She looked at Johns limp penis even in it’s relaxed stage it was impressive. But if she was going to get any more tonight she’d have to stand on her head and let him drop it in, and she even though the thought amused her she was much too tired. Together they headed for the bedroom where they immediately fell in bed and went to sleep.

John had that dream again, the flying dream. He usually had it after he had sex and this time was no exception. It came for his love for flying and had led up to his creation of his flying machine. He was waiting for the day when he could use it on himself but he needed to get the bugs out and he needed someone to run the controls when he was in flight, someone that had a few more smarts than Cindy had. He loved her dearly in his own perverted way but she’d probably send him to outer Mongolia or Timbuktu if she had the controls in her hands. He has wanted Dave to be his assistant but he probably blew that prospect when he botched Dave's first flight. and harassed him and Tracy the way he had. Well a dream was better than nothing he said when he woke momentarily between episodes. He was about to go to sleep again planning a high speed imaginary trip to Hawaii when he heard the sound of a voice coming from the office. He remembered he had turned the mike back on before he had got up from his chair. He shook Cindy awake. "They’re at it again!" he shouted. Those little fuckers are at it again!" He drug Cindy into the office. “What the fuck?” he said. "They uncovered the camera, they’re worse perverts than we are, they want US to watch them."
Then he saw the two of them looking up towards the ceiling smiling like two cats who had just ate a dozen canaries. And then Dave talking like a shit salesman with his mouth full of samples. He’d show that smart assed kid. He switched on the camera in his office that was connected to the hotel TV. He gave them the finger three times “”back at you buddy he chortled. You ain’t got nothing on me shithead.” he sneered. “I got the law in my hip pocket and you aint got a shred of proof anyways. By the way this here is MY fiancee, Cindy." He pushed Cindy toward the camera. "Smile for the honeymoon kids out there in fantasy land, honey." he said. "Tell them were just normal people minding our own business until they came into our lives with these crazy trumped up accusations.
__________________

 

[mystic_Arrival]

Tracy was confused when Dave started talking about playing his game, but figured he would explain it to her in good time. She watched the small almost unoticable lines of worry fade from his face made whatever his plan was a success just for the fact it eased his mind.

They ate breakfast in companiable silence, broken only by the soft murmers of cordiality, each lost in their thoughts. Tracy was trying to figure out what could make a man like the professor who sounded like he possessed a brilliant mind, turn into a self serving ass hole. But for all her thinking, she found she had no answers.

Tracy was stunned by the clever concealment of the wiring, but she managed to put on a brave face and give a nod when she was asked if she wanted to meet the professor face to face. She put on a brave smile for the camera as she sat in front of it, but her insides trembled with uncertinty. She lost the brave face and almost literally fell off the bed when Dave introduced her as his Fiance, but she managed to cover the look and just smiled for the camera again. This time it was a little more natural.

“”back at you buddy. You ain’t got nothing on me shithead. I got the law in my hip pocket and you aint got a shred of proof anyways. By the way this here is MY fiancee, Cindy. Smile for the honeymoon kids out there in fantasy land, honey Tell them were just normal people minding our own business until they came into our lives with these crazy trumped up accusations.

She had to bite the inside of her lips to keep from either laughing or screaming as the girl came into view. What she did was hilarious, but it was the thought that troubled Tracy the most as it ran through her head. Leaning forward, she smiled into the camera and said, "Sorry professor, but your either full of shit, or that was just the shittiest proposal I have ever seen. Now if you dont mind us, Dave and I are going to shower, and you're not invited!"

Standing, she drew Dave into the bathroom and turned the water on full blast, figuring even if he had a mike in there, the water would distort the sounds and said, "I think I know who she is! I have seen her before, I'm sure of it! ...I just cant remember from where, damnit!" She paused then added, "What is this about marriage proposals? Do you guys take delight in breaking girls hearts by pumping their hopes up, or trying to and then saying, oh, sorry, I was just angry?"

She tried to affect a lighthearted question, but the tremble of her lower lip hinted that she might be more serious than she was trying to let on.

 

[Raven Wilde]

"They’re at it again! Those little fuckers are at it again! What the fuck? They uncovered the camera, they’re worse perverts than we are, they want US to watch them."

Cindy was only half awake as John dragged her into the office. She'd had the presence of mind to snatch up a robe on the way past, and now she sleepily tugged it on and tied it loosely. Her clevage was on display, the robe was so loose, if someone glanced at her they would be able to see the begining of her belly button, but it was just her and John so she didnt care.

She was only half listening as she tried to get her mind working. She wasnt a morning person by any stretch, this was before 10 am and she wasn't with it. She did hear him yell something about at it again and her eyes widened in aprehension. He wanted to do it asgain? So soon? oh no! She needed at least several hours to recover after one of those sessions, especially if she was to be expected to do the same sorts of things again. Straight up she could do, but John wasnt often content with that so she was nervous.

“”back at you buddy. You ain’t got nothing on me shithead. I got the law in my hip pocket and you aint got a shred of proof anyways. By the way this here is MY fiancee, Cindy. Smile for the honeymoon kids out there in fantasy land, honey Tell them were just normal people minding our own business until they came into our lives with these crazy trumped up accusations.

In a panic as John tugged her in front of the camera, she realised her attire and yanked her robe shut tightly. then almost automaticly, she nodded her head like a little dippy bird and said, "Oh yes, the prof and I are just normal folks, just like you. We even take baths like..." She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to John, a smile that would have rivaled a halogen bulb for brilliance etched across her face.

She sqealed, "Oh John, did you mean it?" She launched herself at him, grabbing him around the neck and swinging her legs around his waist. She smothered his face with kisses, even as her sudden weight addition made him stumble and trip, falling backwards to the floor. She noticed this about halfway down and the only thing she found to say was "Oops!"

She scurried to help John to his feet, wincing with shame as he blistered the air with his curses.

 

[Prometheus2]

Tracy was pissed, Dave knew it but he didn't know if he could deal with it right now, too much was happening way to fast and in his exuberance he had pushed the issue. His mind was so full of questions that had no apparent answer. Who was this Cindy and why would Tracy seem to know her? Was she someone famous or someone she had known before... but New York to Oregon was a long distance. Dave certainly didn’t know her from school or the hangouts in Portland. Then there was the issue of his remark about Tracy being his fiancee why did she get so bent out of shape? He had thought she might have liked being referred to as his ‘fiancee’. He’d gone about it all wrong but the circumstances prevented him from taking care of something he should have dealt with before. He hoped it wasn’t too late. She was waiting her body language told him she wasn’t a happy camper, her arms tightly wrapped around herself, her lips tightly closed her eyes glaring.

Dave stepped towards her and took her hands in his “Sit down please.” he said

“Here?” she said, “on the damned toilet.”

“ Best seat in the house.” Dave quipped, he saw a slight smile cross her face as she sat down. Kneeling in front of her he began his plea for mercy. “Hey Tracy.” He said ,trying to keep the conversation light “We’ve been through a lot of bad shit lately haven’t we?” She nodded. “And were still together, think how many times either of us could have just up and called it quits. What I’m trying to say is ...well... maybe we were meant to be together, we’re good for each other right?

“I guess so, Dave but you could have asked me before you announced it to the whole damn world.”

“Your right I should have, I just got carried away I know that lecherous old man has the hots for you, I could see it in his eyes hear in his voice, I just wanted to let him know that you belong to me”.

“ But I don't belong to you Dave.”

“Well, you could if you wanted.”

“Is that a proposal Dave.” Her voice had softened a bit and she was smiling so Dave smiled back.

“Yes it is Tracy, I love you. Marry me!” He didn’t care if the professor and his girl friend heard, somehow he felt the professor had problems of his own right now. Dave thought Higgins might have put his foot in his mouth too.

 

[Prometheus2]

John knew he had put his foot in his mouth as soon as Cindy realized in his own perverted way he had proposed. As usual he covered his blunder up with another string of expletives.
When he calmed down a bit he pushed her to the side. "Save that mushy stuff for the honeymoon!"
“Honeymoon!” Cindy cried as she jumped back on top of him. "That means there's going to be a wedding right! I just can’t wait to tell my mother ...and all my friends. I can’t wait!”

“ You damn well will have to.” the professor reminded her. You might be marrying a jailbird if we don’t get our shit together. Those two mean business we got’ta cover our tracks”.

"Maybe we could just run away to Hawaii." Cindy suggested.

"Cant do that." John said authoritatively. "I've got my ‘experiments’ to finish."

His 'experiments' reminded him of his present project and he shouted. "I bet they're screwing in the shower by now. Too bad I didn’t get a camera set up in there. I bet their fucking their fool heads off again. He jumped up and cranked up the volume hoping at least he could hear them