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Horny Ghosts
by Varkel
Spring, 2012


Chapter 4: _Kidnapped_


_Kaitlyn Dimmel Rendiss_

I knew where he was going: back to that religious waitress with the fat
ass.  I was tempted to follow him, but who wants to play second fiddle 
to a Jesus freak?

Perry was still typing, rearranging his copy under the title, _Interview
with Darryl Parks, Deceased_.  Who did he think would believe that?  I 
read enough to see him describe "spirit communication by Morse Code 
impressed upon sensitive flesh," and understood only too well his 
omission of _which_ piece of flesh.

I stuck my head under the desk.  Perry's piece of flesh was still poking
out of his fly.  I could suck it again but to what purpose?  Or I could
park my twat over his mouth again, but for the moment I was tired of 
Perry Bight.  The same thing happened when we both wrote for the school
paper.  Popping my cherry made me lose interest in him.  And I'm not 
alone.  Lots of my friends have said that.  Young men's sex instruction
in hygiene class leaves a lot to be desired.  They learn neither the 
necessity nor a method to arouse a girl thoroughly on her first time, 
and _that_ is a crying shame!

So what's a girl to do when she's dead and intangible to everything 
living but their sexual organs?  The answer would appear to be, "Have 
sex," except just at the moment I was feeling anything but sexy.  What I
wanted was someone to talk to, a better conversationalist than 
lust-ridden Darryl or empty-headed teenagers.  Yet that or sex was the 
only game in town.

I thought of my girls.  Alice was with them so they were safe.  They 
would soon learn of their mother's passing.  Derrek would surely get 
custody of them and God only knew how much worse he'd screw them up.  I
was certain only that he'd continue to screw them.

Derrek, that son of a bastard!  I gnashed my teeth in frustration.  How
much I would love to grind his penis there!  Unexpectedly I drifted up 
and out of the newspaper office.  Rooftops began to slide past under my
bare feet.  Didn't Darryl say that to go somewhere, you only had to 
_want_ it?  It seemed that the harder you wanted it the faster you flew!
Soon I was zooming over treetops, totally without any feeling of wind --
back to my own neighborhood.

Approaching my house, I saw a strange car pulling into Bode's driveway.
Hateful Derrek emerged from it and with his head averted from my house,
went around to Bode's backdoor.  I arrived on the deck in time to see 
Bode open it and jerk his head, bidding Derrek to enter.  So they had 
been acquaintances!  I slid through the wall into the kitchen beside 
them.

Derrek made himself at home.  He flopped into a chair at the table and 
said, "Give me a beer and tell me all about it."

Bode, still barefoot in his robe, went to the refrigerator and said over
his shoulder, "You understand why I couldn't go into detail on the 
phone."

"Of course.  We can't be too careful nowadays.  But I told Laura to 
bring Sophie over here as soon as she got a good chance."

Delivering two beer bottles to the table, Bode shook his head.  "You 
still took a hell of a risk.  What if their mother had come home?"

"But she didn't."

"No, it was another woman, your wife's friend Biggle, according to 
Laura.  They got out of here fast enough, I'm glad to say."

"Alice?  What was she doing over here?"

"All I know is the girls didn't expect her."

"Well, how did it go with sweet Sophie?"

"She's a real cock hound!"

"That's how she was trained.  Did you rip her?"

"No, though I might've if that Alice hadn't shown up.  She sucked me 
off."  He snickered.  "Said my spunk didn't taste as good as yours."

"You probably had to piss."

"No, I just went.  But I'm older than you.  Little Miss Griffin said 
older stuff isn't as tasty."

"I was there, remember.  Little Miss Griffin!  Now that was a sweet 
little cocksucker!"

"I bet she had most if not all the neighborhood dicks in her mouth at 
one time or another."

"So how long were the girls here?"

"Maybe half an hour.  They were Johnny on the spot when their mother 
left."  Bode frowned.  "If you told Laura to come over, why'd she try to
blackmail me?"

"You must not have made them welcome."

"Well, I didn't expect Sophie.  But I made up for it."

"Thank you.  The next time they come over, call me right away so I can 
join you."

"Will do."

"Good.  To make it fair, you can come to my condo when Wanda drops in."

"You've been training her better, have you?"

"Oh, yeah.  She'll take two at the time now, one up the ass."

Derrek kept on talking, describing parties involving "sweet little 
Wanda" and some other girls, all of whom I gathered were underage.  The
more I listened the angrier I became.

"My new cell phone," said Derrek after awhile, "has a camcorder built 
in.  I've been making videos and sending them to the guys by thumb 
drives through the mail."

"My god, talk about risk!"

Derrek lifted a shoulder derisively.  "Not like using the Internet.  The
thumb files use Bob's encryption, which is pretty safe unless they crack
one of us."  His hand went to a pocket and dropped two of the small 
devices onto the table.  "Here's a couple for you.  I think you'll like
'em.  One is mainly Wanda.  I got the other in a swap.  It's full of 
tiny dicks."

Dicks?  Here was the proof Perry had wanted!  But did he say 
"encryption?"

"Well, hell," said Bode in an odd tone, "that one I've got to see."

They rose and went to another room, I think Bode's den.  He sat before a
computer, powered it up and plugged in one of the thumb drives.  I 
watched very carefully.  Maybe I could see how they worked the 
decryption.

He copied some files from the thumb drive into his computer, brought up
a command window and keyed in a long line.  Glad of my experience using
computers at work, I made a mental note of the command and what I took 
to be a password phrase in quotes: "carrots look green in a blue light."

After a pause a video began on Bode's monitor.  A very young boy, maybe
six or seven, grinned at the camera in closeup.  Zooming out, it showed
him naked, his hands holding his legs apart with his little thingy 
erect, his anus stretched around a large adult penis sliding in and out
of his rectum.  His shoulders concealed the adult face behind him.  An 
adult hand snaked over his hip and worked the miniature organ between 
thumb and finger.  The boy's smile widened and he said, "That feels 
good, Daddy."

Disgusting!  I had to turn away.

"That's a good one!" declared Bode, leering.

"They're all good," said Derrek.

Gritting my teeth, I watched a lot more.  Derrek's face appeared once or
twice on the second drive, featuring a girl about Laura's age.  This was
indeed the proof I needed, but what could I possibly do about it?  Some
way must be found to stop them.  I resolved to tell Darryl.  In a moment
I was again sailing over rooftops.


* * *


Darryl drifted through Emily's roof into the air above the trees.  
Glancing over his shoulder, he verified that Emily followed.  She 
immediately drew abreast, eyes wide in amazement.

"We can fly?"

"Without wings," he agreed dryly.  "One of the ghostly advantages."

"This is amazing!  Enough for me to still think you were Jesus -- if you
hadn't hurt me just now."

"If you recall your bible, even Jesus couldn't fly till He was dead."

"Ooo.  That's right.  Could He ... hurt a girl the way you did me?"

"I'm sure He could before He croaked."  Darryl grinned at her.  "Whether
He did or not is another question.  When we get to heaven -- if we do --
I mean to find out."

She developed a pouty look.  "When we do, I'll tell Him how you tricked
me."

"Tricked you?  I made a woman of you.  The next time it will feel 
better."

"As good as when you were Jesus?"  She brightened a little.  "When will
that be?"

"That's a good question.  They advise a living woman to wait a week for
the tissue to heal after her cherry is popped, but I notice that ghostly
tissue recovers fast.  You may not have to wait so long.  Ha!  Come to 
think of it, you don't have to wait at all if you use the other avenue."

"My what?  You mean my mouth?"

"That's one avenue.  I've heard women say a cock is lovely in there.  
But I was referring to your anus."

"You'd put your thing in there?  It sounds nasty.  Wouldn't it hurt?"

"Some women enjoy it, I've heard.  I know I do on the putting end.  You
have such a delightful young tushie."

"You'll enjoy it but I may not.  That doesn't sound fair, Darryl."

He was about to respond and inveigle her to try it at least once, but 
something caught his eye.

"Look there!" he exclaimed, pointing up at eleven o'clock.  "That 
appears to be another ghost."

They changed course and approached the figure.

"It's Father Corrigan," Emily cried, "floating on air!  Can priests do 
that?"

"They wish!  Are you sure you know him?"

"Oh, yes.  I loved him almost as much as Jesus.  But he's been very 
sick.  Do you think he died?"

"Considering that he's naked and sailing through the air."

The ghostly priest covered his groin as they neared.  A young-looking 
man with no chest hair and little muscle, he was obviously confused and
embarrassed.

"It was not supposed to be like this," he moaned in a disoriented 
manner.  "Where am I?  Who are you?"

"I think you're dead," Darry explained.  "You're a ghost like us."

"A ghost.  Oh, my God!"  The Jesuit nodded slowly.  "It makes sense.  
Just moments ago I was in awful agony with prostate cancer, so bad that
morphine could hardly help.  What a relief this is!  But we're not in 
heaven or hell.  It must be purgatory.  Why are we so shamefully naked?
We're supposed to be spirits."

"I agree this is an unusual situation," said Darryl, "speaking as a 
being with more ghostly experience than you.  For one thing the sky 
would be chock full of ghosts if this were our natural existence after 
death."

"Yes," the Jesuit concurred.  "Whatever state we find ourselves in, our
surroundings are decidedly uncluttered.  But why the nakedness?"

"So far I haven't found anything not alive that will stick to us."

With a rapt expression Emily pulled at the priest's hands to uncover his
genitals.

"Stop that, young lady!"

"I don't suppose you remember me, Father, but I've confessed to you a 
lot."

"That may be true, young lady, but don't pull on me like that."

"Oh, I do want to see your cock, Father."

"You _what_?  How dare you!  I may not be properly dressed, but I'll 
have you know I'm Monsignor Corrigan, Adjunct Bishop of the Bannington 
Diocese and member of the Society of Jesus."

"You _were_, Father.  Things are different now.  For one thing, your 
collar is gone.  I need you.  And I need your advice."

He regarded her in wonder.  "If I'm no longer a priest you shouldn't 
confess to me."

"Not a confession: advice.  I killed myself to live with Jesus, but this
is all I've found.  Darryl here took my innocence.  Does that make me 
his wife?  He wants to stick me in the behind.  Is that a sin?  There 
doesn't seem to be sin anymore.  I've come to like sex.  You can have me
if you want."

The priest seemed nonplussed by Emily's outburst.  He glared around at 
Darry, who looked away and covered a grin with his hand.

"You have raised a number of questions," the priest said.  "Throughout 
my 62 years of life I have remained true to the Lord and his 
injunctions."

Darryl said, "The Lord is not in evidence, Father.  It may be that the 
sexual aspects of religion no longer apply."

"I have remained a virgin all my life," Corrigan said.  "I even resisted
masturbation."  He ducked his head.  "Although not without the 
occasional failure."

He stood back and removed his concealing hands.  Though flaccid, his 
cock was longer and thicker than Darryl's.  As he stared at Emily's 
charms, it twitched.

"May the Lord forgive me if I'm mistaken, but it may be time for me to 
learn about a mystery I always sought to avoid."

"You mean sex?" Darryl asked.

"Precisely!  I'm shamed to acknowledge that I have, uh, admired altar 
boys and nubile young girls.  Things are radically different now, 
though.  How could I corrupt a pretty boy or violate a virgin girl if 
they are ghosts?"

"I have not yet encountered any pretty boy ghosts, Father," Darryl said.
"But Emily is obviously young and nubile.  She's only seventeen and her
breasts are firm and pointy.  I most appreciate her flat, soft belly and
those magnificent legs."

"Are you attempting to arouse me, boy?  No need for that, because I've 
already decided to abandon my vow of chastity.  Surely with death we 
atone for Adam's error."

Emily brightened.  "Even me, Father?"

"I can hardly imagine you as a great sinner."

"But I am.  I already told you," Emily said, moving forward to enfold 
the priest's hardening cock.  "I committed suicide."

He shook his head.  "I don't think I paid attention.  Are you sure?  How
did you do it?"

"Shot myself in the head."

"You poor girl," Corrigan said, placing both of his hands on the girl's
upper arms, craning his neck and smiling.  "It certainly has not marred
your loveliness!"

He pulled her against him.  With cock poking her flat belly his eager 
palms roamed her buttocks.

"Let's go up behind that cloud, sweetness," he said.  "You can tell me 
whatever you wish and we can explore other matters."

"No need to hide," said Darryl with a grin.  "Nobody in the world can 
see you, even if they're watching from an airplane."

"And Jesus can see us anywhere," said Emily stoutly.

"Are we truly invisible to the living?"  The priest pointed to the 
street below.  "But I can see people on foot."

"We can see them but they can't see us.  And I'm about to leave you two
alone."

Darryl would have enjoyed watching the priest lose his ancient virginity
but realized the man was skittish.  He was surprised at his own 
indifference to Emily's defection.  Apparently she did indeed love the 
priest almost as much as Jesus!  He decided to return to Kate and fuck 
her again.  After that he would announce having found an expert in 
ghostly matters who might advise them.


* * * 


Corrigan became nervously impetuous after he and Emily lost sight of the
departing Darryl.  "You needn't confess, sweetness, and neither shall I.
Evidently we now exist beyond sin and divine retribution.  Oh, Lord!  
Your breasts are indeed fresh and pointy!"

"Your thing more than fills my grasp, Father.  I want to suck on you as
Darryl taught me."

"You did it for him?"

"No, but he said I could."  She licked her lips.  "I can just imagine 
your thing in my mouth."

They rotated, floating head to toe.

"This is grander than my most sinful dreams!" the priest exclaimed and 
licked the girl's soft, inner thigh high up.

Emily fitted her lips around his swollen cock head and sucked.  He 
plunged his tongue among her genital folds but within seconds raised his
head and howled, spewing a heavy discharge into the girl's mouth.  She 
drank it greedily.

Their bodies reversed and he kissed her lips passionately.  She clung to
him as though she would fall.

"Oh, sweetness!" he cried.  "That was even more than I dreamed!  I feel
release but no remorse!"

She captured his torso with her legs.  As they kissed again, his large 
cock found her opening.

"Jesus, Mary and Jo-Jo the carpenter!" he called out as he penetrated 
her fully.

They kissed and fucked as they floated with increasing speed up into the
stratosphere, both of them blissfully happy.  He had realized his secret
fantasy and she her marriage to Jesus -- or an approximation close 
enough to suit.


_Kaitlyn Dimmel Rendiss_

Slipping into Perry's cubicle, I was burning with impatience.  How to 
tell Perry of my proof?  He was typing on his computer keyboard.  I saw
the word "afterlife."  Should I suck him again?  What good would it do 
without Darry?

At that moment another living man strolled into Perry's cubicle, 
postponing my dilemma, and regarded the monitor from behind him.

The newcomer demanded gruffly, "What are you doing, Bight?"

Perry sat up straight but scooted his legs further under the desk.  I 
remember that his thing was hanging out.  He said, "Web-crawling, Boss.
I just finished the draft on the High Bridge collapse."

"Well, I hate to interrupt you," said the man dryly.  "Your web-crawling
does get us a good human interest story ... about once a year, but now 
I've got a hot one for you.  Our source at the high school just gave me
a heads up.  A school bus full of dancers is missing, was supposed to 
arrive across town two hours ago for recital practice.  They had to 
cross High Bridge.  First check with the cops and the highway patrol, 
then get out to that bridge."

"Jamieson is out there."

"Jamieson wouldn't recognize a dangling participle if it had a noose 
around it.  I want your cellphone out there calling in _news_ before the
damn TV gets it all."

"Yes, sir, right away --  Uh, wait a minute!  I have it on good 
authority that only four people went down with that bridge.  I've even 
got some of the names."

"'Good authority,' eh?  How'd Jamieson discover that?  Don't tell me he
found a survivor!"

"No survivors.  These four people are dead."

"If that turns out to be true, Jamieson may get a raise.  Now get on the
phone."

"Yes, sir."

Perry picked up his telephone receiver and pushed a button on the base 
while his boss walked out.  While Perry waited for the remote telephone
to ring, to my relief Darryl slid into the cubicle beside me.

"What's going on?" he said.

"Perry has just learned of a missing schoolbus.  You better tell him."

"What?"

"No school bus went down with the bridge."

"You're right."  Darryl ducked under the desk.  I heard him sniff.  "His
dick has gone soft."

Perry was talking to the phone.  "This is Perry Bight at the _Courier_.
Let me speak to your PR guy."

We waited.  Darryl rose out of the desk again.  "I can barely detect his
soft dick.  Either he can't feel my fingers or he's not paying 
attention.  You need to harden him up, Kate."

Darryl stepped clear of the desk.  With a shrug I ducked under it.  
Perry's legs were still splayed and his thing was dangling.  Apparently
he hadn't wanted to zip up in front of his boss.

When you've fellated a guy once, the second time is old hat.  In the 
case of this one, counting high-school, it was about the sixth time.  I
took it in my mouth.  He jumped and complained, "God, Darry -- or I hope
that's you, Kate!  Leave off for a while.  This is important."

I rose out of the desk, looked at Darryl and shrugged.

Perry said into the phone, "I'm calling about the missing school bus.  
What can you tell me about it?"

His shoulder rose to pin the receiver against his ear and his fingers 
made the keyboard rattle.  I craned my neck to see the monitor.  _Bus 
with dance class departed Bannington High School at 8:15 a.m., destined
for Adcox Auditorium on the south side of the river, a 20-minute drive.
At 10:30 it had not arrived.  Witness saw it enter onto High Bridge, 
which collapsed during the minor earth tremor that occurred at 8:28.  No
one has reported seeing a bus on the opposite side of the river.  
Highway patrol helicopter reports no sign of bus on the roads leading 
out of town.  Divers dispatched to search the riverbed._

"Oh, Darryl," I said, "they think the bus fell into the river."

"Get under his desk, Kate, and suck him up."

Perry said, "Is that all you have?  Are the divers on the scene?"

By that time I had his thing in my mouth again.  He twitched and said, 
"Thanks for the info.  I'm going out there.  Good-bye."

He hung up the phone and sat still.  "Okay, since you insist on blowing
me, I figure you must have something important to say."

His thing had popped right up.  I backed away from the desk and said to
Darryl, "It's all yours."

He dropped back under the desk.  Perry hit Return a few times and 
resumed typing.  NO BUS ON BRID JUST US FOUR

"Are you sure?" he asked.

DEF

Perry mused, "Actually that makes sense.  The bridge is about halfway 
between the high school and Adcox.  It should've crossed the bridge 
about 8:25, three minutes before the earthquake.  But then, what 
happened to it?"

I thought a moment and said, "Broke down and is in a garage somewhere?"

My thought dutifully appeared on Perry's monitor.  BROKE IN GARAGE

Perry shook his head.  "They would've called the school."

That was reasonable.  Surely some of the kids, if not the driver, had 
cell phones.

Perry typed, HAS TO BE ON ROUTE DO YOU KNOW IT

"We can sure find it."  He brought up a city map on his monitor and 
traced the path through the streets from High Bridge to Adcox 
Auditorium.  Slowly he shook his head.  "Must be in a garage with an 
enclosed service area.  I don't see one along this path.  Well, maybe 
Carters Auto Service.  But here again, why didn't they call anyone?"

"Because they couldn't," I said with a sense of foreboding.

MAYBE CANT CALL

"Because the earthquake also toppled the cell tower?  Hey!  Let me 
check."  He picked up the phone but slowly returned it to its cradle.  
"No.  Carters is sure to have a landline."

"Maybe they've been ... detained," I said.

KATE THINKS KIDNAP

"Kidnap!"  Perry grinned.  "Too melodramatic, Kate."  He took a 
breath.  "But what the hell?  I guess it's possible."

WE CAN FIND OUT

"How?" asked Perry and I at the same time.

GO THRU HOUSES LIKE SMOKE

Perry sat back.  "You mean ... you ghosts could search for them by 
looking in every garage on the route?"

EVERY BUILDING

"How long would that take?"

BREEZE THRU EM

"This might work.  But ... how'll you get across the river?"

FLOAT ON AIR WE GO NOW MEET OTHERS DIVIDE TASK

"Great!  I'd print out this map for you but --"

KNOW THE WAY WILL COME BACK WHEN FIND

"Wow, that's what I call confidence!"  We left him grinning at his 
monitor.


* * *


Darry and Kate floated out of the _Bannington Courier_ bulding and 
sailed over the rooftops.

Kate said, "Hey, this isn't the way to the bridge."

"It's the way to the teenagers."

Shortly they spied two other figures also above the rooftops, pale skin
gleaming in the sunlight against the hazy horizon.  "And there they 
are," observed Kate.

When the foursome closed together, Merrie said brightly, "Hiya, 
homebodies!  What's up?"

Jeff said, "You looking for us?"

"As a matter of fact --" began Darry.

"Bet you didn't know," interrupted the girl, "that the high school coach
bangs little boys."

Jeff cried, "Merrie!"

Bemused, Darry stared at her.  But Kate was interested.  She sneered, 
"Like Bode but with boys?"

Merrie nodded.  "Sorta.  'Cept I think your girls made Bode jump.  
Looked like Coach Em was running the boys."

"My girls did what?" said Kate, eyes glittering.

"Just a minute!" declared Darry, holding up both palms.  "We've got 
something a lot more important to consider.  A school bus is missing 
with over a dozen high school girls, dancers going to a rehearsal.  
Everybody thinks it fell in the river, but we know better, don't we?"

Jeff blinked.  "We're all that fell in the river."

"Exactly.  But the bus has been missing over two hours.  Police 
helicopters don't see it on the roads.  I think we can find it if we 
look."

Merrie perked up.  "By sailing through houses?"

"Along the route," Darry agreed.  "They were bound for Adcox 
Auditorium."

Jeff shrugged.  "Yeah, let's look for 'em.  What else we got to do?"

"What for?" demanded Merrie.  "If we find them, how we gonna tell 
anybody?"

Darry said, "Kate and I worked out a way to talk to a news reporter."

"You did?"  Jeff gawked at the two adults.  "How'd you figure it?"

"Well, uh ..."  Darry seemed reluctant to continue.  He looked at the 
woman.  "Kate actually made the contact."

She sniffed.  "I only made it hard for you."

Jeff's puzzled eyes flashed back and forth between them.

Merrie grinned widely.  "Hey, I just thought ... looking through houses
might be fun.  Let's go!"

Kate said, "Is that how you found out the coach was a pedophile?"

"A what?"  The girl leered.  "Actually we started out whang-sucking in 
the gym."

"Dammit!" cried Jeff.  "What's this 'we' shit?"

"If you're agreed," said Darry, "we'll start searching at the bridge."

All four darted away over the bustling city.  After a few blocks Jeff 
said, "What if we get to Adcox and don't find them?"

"Then we'll spread out," said Darry.

Many people had gathered on both river banks at the bridge site.  At the
water's edge just upstream of the fallen concrete, divers were preparing
to enter the river.

Kate brooded, "We told Perry only us four went down with it.  What are 
they all doing here?"

The girl said with a sneer, "They want to see our tushes brought up."

Darry said, "I doubt Perry has got the word out yet.  Let's cross over 
and divide up the job."

As they floated over the river, Jeff said, "Who said the bus fell in the
river anyway?"

"Nobody.  The cops found a witness to it starting across the bridge but
no one saw it on the other side.  Do you kids know this town well?"

"Lived here all our lives."

"And rode your bike all around it?  Where would anyone _hide_ a 
schoolbus so it couldn't be seen from the air?"

They paused, hovering in the air over the far bank where the road 
resumed.

Jeff said, "'Hide?'  What are they hiding for?"

"Kate suggested the girls might've been kidnapped."

Jeff blinked.  "A school bus full?"

Darry grinned.  "Far-fetched, you think?  But otherwise they would've 
called in."

Jeff shook his head.  "Couldn't be an ordinary garage.  Bus is too big."

"That's what I'm thinking," said Darry.  "So let's sweep the large 
buildings -- warehouses and stores with interior loading docks.  You 
kids take that side and head for Adcox.  Kate and I will take this 
side."

"Okay.  Come on, Merrie."  He and the girl darted into the closest large
building.


* * *


The two teenagers sailed through the structures on one street after 
another.  They moved quickly, alert for rooms large enough to hold a 
yellow school bus.  Jeff found a shop containing a large paneled van but
so far no bus.  People seemed to be sparse.  Noticing a clock, he 
decided a lot of them were at lunch.

Merrie swished through the wall of a large frame building, painted white
and through a succession of interior rooms.  Each included a bed, chairs
and a desk: bedrooms -- and most of the bedrooms were occupied.  She 
decelerated sharply.  Sleeping men!  This place was full of sleeping 
men.  Woops!  Not this one.  A man and a woman shared this bed, legs 
covered in a bedsheet and undulating with the old in-and-out, barely 
fast enough to make the bed squeak.

Merrie paused to peep.  Not very imaginative: she knew that as the 
"missionary position."  She giggled because the woman, while rolling her
hips in the good old way, was eating an apple and staring at the 
ceiling.  Eating an apple!  Deep dimples appeared in her partner's 
buttocks as he thrust deeply but at an easy pace.  Merrie wondered if a
finger circling his whang could encourage him to speed up.  She reached
between the bodies and applied synchronous pressure.

The man's head rose.  "You got another appointment?"

The woman sniffed and took another bite of her apple.

Merrie giggled.  Of course he thought it was the woman squeezing his 
dick.  Impatiently she withdrew her hand and floated to the next room.

Ah!  This was different.  A naked man lay alone on his back, hand 
pumping a whang obviously shorter than Jeff's.  Of course most
were shorter than Jeff's, which she had once measured at eight inches 
just before jizzing.  From the streaks on his balls and the stroking 
hand she gathered this stud had already done that.  Would his taste 
different?  Could she still taste it?

Her mouth sank around the turgid organ.  Its owner gasped, hand falling
away as her head started to bob.  No, she couldn't taste it but she 
could certainly feel it.  Even a small whang felt good in the mouth.  
And she knew a spot where it would feel lots better!

She slipped up his torso and guided him into her.  Oh, yeah!  If Jeff 
forgot himself, his long dong could hurt her cervix, especially doing 
the missionary.  This one didn't hurt even at maximum penetration, when
his mound squashed her clit perfectly.  She began to moan.

As her arousal grew, she began to feel the male body beneath her 
breasts.  Soon she felt arms enclose her back.  She glanced at her 
partner.  His eyes were clenched shut and his teeth bared.  He was 
grunting.

God!  She was coming, a good strong one.  Who knew a little whang could
be so much fun?  Her attention focused down into her belly.  She heard 
bells and saw stars.

When full awareness returned, she no longer felt any part of the man but
his whang, still in evidence inside her twat.  She floated off him, 
noticing that he had managed a second jizz, based on the white puddle 
around his dick.  His eyelids rose and he cried, "Oh, god, what a 
dream!"

She could still hear the bed squeaking next door.  "That's what you were
doing, wa'n't it: listening to the bangers and jerking off."

Of course he didn't hear her.

But Jeff did.  His head popped through the window.  "What're you up to,
Merrie?  Leave him alone.  We've got a job to do."

She giggled.  "Just taking a little break," and followed him out of the
building.  "That house is full of men, mostly sleeping.  In the middle 
of the day?"

"Maybe they're on second shift.  You take that shop over there and I'll
check this one."

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