0 comments/ 21279 views/ 6 favorites Rox News By: clinton09 [©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] [All characters and events are fictional; any similarities to actual people or events is coincidental. No harm is intended for any person or organization.] Like all great projects since antiquity, this project began in the steam room of a country club. I had been assigned the task of infiltrating Rox News. Infiltrate "at any cost" I might add. But how? Well, the answer sat down across from me in the sauna of my club. I am not gay (really, I promise), but this guy was like 6 foot 6 inches of solid muscle. I was the proud father of three, married eleven years, 5 of them happily, but even my own middle leg was starting to salute him. Now, a guy with THAT kind of charm was just the kind I needed for this task. I confronted Peter (no, I'm not making that up) after the sauna, trying to offer the job without sounding like I just dug his broad shoulders. He glared at me, so I showed him my official party ID and the letter that told me to hire someone. He laughed about the project and said it was impossible. "I mean, I'm no expert, but that building is 100% secure, those studios are 100% monitored, and the talent you allude to are never ever alone. So even if I was the Amazing Kreskin, I couldn't say hello, let alone 'drill them'...and that's assuming they were interested." He put a big paw on my shoulder and slapped me warmly, though it almost knocked me over. Then he left. I ran after him..."look, I'm no expert either, but: a-the talent you speak of, the infobabes, are human, and they are alone at lots of times. They don't have chaperones walking with them inside that secure building. And the building isn't 100% airtight either: here, look." I handed him a very authentic looking Rox News badge. "Oh, it's real alright. I knew that going to New York and trying to break in was impossible, so I grabbed $10,000 and found an affiliate, welcome at their Christmas party, as they all are. So, how does this impossible task sound now, especially with $50,000 upon completion?" He smiled, looked at the pass, looked at me, and slapped me on the back again, this time really knocking me over. We got our signals straight. He would have a briefcase that contained Christmas type of candies and liquor gifts. The case had a camera that was a simple on off affair. He was tasked with getting the infobabes alone and, hopefully, having his way with them. I gave him press photos of them to ID, which was fortunate. He never watched Rox News and didn't know any of them. Until now, that is. I watched from across the street as he entered the Manhattan headquarters. The usual wand went over him and the attaché case, which he had to open. The guard was given a bottle of liquor, whereupon he waved Pete into the building. Cool! The headquarters was a hive of activity, even with this being the Christmas party time. What was great was that internal guards were absent and Pete could walk safely, his pass swinging freely on his lapel. He noticed Alisyn from one of the pictures and nonchalantly followed her down to her office. She turned around, surprised at his presence but re-assured by that pass (thank God!) He dredged up an introduction, "my name is Peter J., from your Chicago affiliate." She mentioned the particular station, which he didn't know but said "yes, YES!" , smartly. He noticed a picture of Alisyn's family and said what a handsome looking family. She said, in a Christmas party eggnog drunken mumble, "a perfect picture, sure, but numb-nuts there assumed his little Alisyn is just going to keep pulling down the big money while he's a house husband." Pete saw his opening and grabbed for it. He asked if her hubby at least provided her with good loving. She laughed derisively; "look at this figure; I have to work out with those other wenches hours every day to keep these legs shapely, these tits thrusting out (she cupped her wonderfully jutting tits; motherhood certainly helped also). And then when I drag my tight, perfect little behind home, it's always HIM that has a headache or can't perform. So why am I so fucking faithful?" Pete handed her a Napoleon Brandy from his briefcase. "Shall we drink to marital freedom?" he said. Alisyn grabbed the bottle, used her expensive nails to cut thru the neck wrapper and popped it open. To Pete's shock and delight, she chug-a-lugged ¼ of the expensive liquor, put it down, and wiped her mouth on her expensive chiffon blouse. She noticed that Peter was a "hunk" finally. She put her hands on his huge biceps that were straining, almost bursting, to get out of the polo shirt-- whose sleeves could barely contain them. He took that as the cue he needed; he grabbed that petite infobabe and supermom in his powerful arms and planted a solid kiss on her lips. She pulled free, stared at him, smiled, straightened his hair, and continued the kiss. He broke the kiss to close the louvers on her windows and locked the door. His briefcase was already running. As he walked back to her, she drunkenly pushed the news bulletins and her family portraits off the desk. She sat on the edge of the desk, expecting him to attend her. That he did, unzipping her skirt, yanking the blouse over her head. He even re-set her hair after the blouse mussed it all up. He took off his polo shirt, then down came his gabardine slacks. He flexed his bulging biceps, which made her literally clap and jump for joy. She held out her arms, saying, "oh, baby, mommy wants a little. It's been so fucking long. Just be careful; the infobabes have been in the gym together for so many hours that we actually synchronized our cycles, and we're all peaking this week. So, nothing inside me, ok? I have enough problems to deal with without another rugrat to have to take care of." Pete, who smartly decided to say little during this assignment, just nodded. Pushing the infobabe back on her desk, he dragged her by her shapely legs closer to him. Alisyn moaned in pleasure as his giant eleven inch cock slid across the slavering lips of her labia. She said, "that's too much, too much." She put it safely inside her and pushed herself to him, forcing him further inside. Peter knew an opportunity when he saw one. Holding Alisyn by her slender ankles, he plunged all the way in, making her recoil from his size. He pulled out, only to push it back in, all the way to her cervix. He hit a slow rhythm and got her close. She got taut and said she was close, but he had to pull out. He said ok, just tell him when. She said "soon, oh God!" That put HIM close and he said, "I've gotta pull out now, or it's going to be never!" She said, "no, wait till I cum, I'm so close..oh, oh, OH!" With that, she locked her ankles tight against him, and then shook like an earthquake. Meanwhile, he had given her fair warning. She made her choice, so he had no option but to join her. Simultaneous with her orgasm, Pete splashed, gushed, and then sent a torrential downpour of his very potent baby batter deep deep DEEP inside Alisyn's unprotected fertile vagina. The thought of knocking up this leggy temptress was overwhelming and his ejaculation just kept happening. They finally ended their brief voyage to heaven. He collapsed, still inside her, and kissed this frustrated, oversexed mother. If ever there was a real MILF in this world, she was it and had just proven it! Now, he re-dressed himself, kissed her lips as she lay splayed out on her huge desk. He whispered to her, "you were great; have my baby" as she lay in drunken, fucked out stupor. He carefully left, closing the door for privacy behind him. He followed the floor plan they gave him at the entrance and found Ainsley's office. To his relief, she was there, but she was regaling her co-workers about one of her best stories (she is a journalist, after all.) He looked and saw her seated on her ergonomic desk chair, her fabulous legs folded. Geez, he thought! What fucking legs! His enormous babymaker was getting hard, which might be a problem, what with him in the common hallway. He hid in an alcove until, laughing and playfully messing around, her entourage left her office. Once they were clear, he came into her office, putting on the briefcase camera again. He introduced himself. Ainsley asked what was his station in Chicago? Fortunately, he remembered the station ID from Alisyn and repeated it. Whew, that was close! Ainsley, as was her wont, would push her desk back and flamboyantly put her legs on her desk. Pete said, "excuse my boldness, but you have got to have the best damn legs in this business...you are fucking HOT!" (ok, it was a risk, but he couldn't wait months for them to fall in love...) She jumped to her feet, rushed to the door. (oh damn...) She closed the louvers on the window, and clicked the door locked. He couldn't believe his luck! She wiggled up to him, placing her hands firmly on his biceps bulging out the sleeves of that polo shirt. She said, "my, my, they grow them big, and hard, in Chicago!" He was stunned when she dropped her hand and squeezed his now 9 inch semi-hard cock. As she held it, he willed it to assume its full size and power, and it did! She stopped staring into his eyes and looked at what "God had wrought", Pete's massive love log. She dropped to her famous lovely knees and took it into her mouth. She started servicing him, her sparkling eyes looking up at her new god with submission. As the massive cockhead started to swell, he grabbed her by the hair and stood her up. He wiped her mouth with his hand, and kissed her firmly. Her tongue lapped at his teeth as they made out. He pulled her body, which was iron firm from those hours of workouts, to him. What a slim waist, what a perfect behind. She lacked the boobs of Alisyn, but after all, Alisyn had given birth. He thought to himself that he'd be furthering Ainsley's career by improving her jugs if he managed to get her pregnant, also. Once again, a desk was cleared, only this time more orderly, with Ainsley carefully transferring her notes in good order to the cadenza behind her desk. She came to the front of the desk and beckoned him. He kissed her hard and deep, and put his powerful hands around her slender waist, lifting her above him. He proceeded to lift and lower her repeatedly, showing his strength, before laying her out on the desk. She was in a dress, making the single long zipper undressing a breeze. Her shoes went over the side as she slipped them off. Her bra was a one button front affair, so he did the honors. Her panties were the last item, and he slipped them down her tight bum, up her silky smooth bikini waxed legs (those fucking legs! God!) and over her lovely impeccably pedicured feet. He kissed the top of her right foot. Carefully taking off his clothes (he'd have to do that a few times, after all) he gave her the obligatory double biceps pose to get her engines running. Sure enough, Ainsley clapped in appreciation of his "hunkiness" and drew her knees up in anticipation. He scampered onto the desk and took her hand, putting it on his cock, hoping that she would do the honors. She took the cue and put it at the entrance, then used it as a fucktoy, extending it inside her to probe for and tickle her g-spot. She moaned in ecstasy, and then lifted her famous legs, prodding him forward with her heels, like a good rider does. He didn't have to be asked twice and entered her manfully, hard and deep. She immediately tensed up, shook and shook, having her 1st orgasm. She grabbed his head firmly and kissed him so hard she almost knocked his caps off. He took it from there and started pile driving her. Her gym toned perfect body gave as much as it got, and they were pounding that desk into driftwood. He looked around, not seeing a single family portrait. He asked if she was "safe". She said, "don't worry about that...I want you, I order you to cum deep inside me. Show me that you really are the man you think you are..fuck your sperm inside me and make me your woman, if you ARE man enough!" Oh, a challenge! Pete said, "man enough?!? Feel that bitch!" He flexed his enormous right bicep, a 24 inch monument to his manhood and pure virility. His cock joined in too, eleven inches of the finest pale snake in the land. Mounting Ainsley, a woman so breathtaking that she stood out even in the infobabe capital of the world, he let his heavy baby-maker plop on the slavering lips of Ainsley's very fertile pussy. He sawed away, back and forth, generating her cumming before he even entered her. As she gasped in orgasm, he plowed forward, rubbing her g-spot briefly as his huge tool was headed on the non-stop express train line to her cervix. He bumped up against it and let his sensitive cockhead bask in the warmth and welcome of that most beloved of places. As determined as he was to show this news goddess "who the boss is", he just had to vent his passion. He came forward and gave her a passionate kiss. She kissed back, if possible, with even more fervor. He did the in/out thing for six or seven minutes, which was all he could take before he had to cum. He snarled at her that he was going to cum inside her (he wasn't asking), unless she wanted him to stop altogether. With his swollen eleven inch member occupying every cubic inch of her pubic inches, and his heavy testes fully re-charged after the last fuck, he awaited her call. Ainsley, her well known glamorous face perfection itself, had a tear in her eye...she said, "Jeez, you ARE quite a man, quite a stud...please keep going. I want to feel you inside me; I want to feel your huge sperm pipeline transfer your potent seed from those swollen balls into my receptive and fertile vagina. I barely know you but I would be proud to be pregnant by you, to give birth to the beautiful strong baby that would be our product. So do it, muscleman...get me pregnant...now!" With that kind of invitation, any man would be ready to cum. Pete was no exception. Holding this most beautiful of women tightly in his powerful arms, his long probe positioned with its expanding slit pointed at her uterus, he grunted noisily. In the dead silence of the room, she could not only feel his enormous spend, but she thought she could actually HEAR it. It sounded just like the hissing sound of a cat or a snake as his powerful manly drain pipe was hosing her insides down. It took a full minute for him to finish making ten heavy spurts of his virile semen, consisting in record levels of potent baby-making sperm. She could consider herself well "seeded." He stayed inside her long enough to have another long passionate kiss. Exhausted, he knew he had two more "babes" to bed, so he took leave of Ainsley, leaving her semi-conscious on the desk. Next up was Megyn. He had heard that she was different; a maverick, a wildcard. Closing up to her office, he saw a big entourage and slipped into the darkened empty office across the aisle. In her office, Megyn was regaling her entourage of toadies about one of her old legal cases. She joked full up adult, with really graphic Vegas type jibes. Finally the bull session broke up, the camp followers streaming out in search of the next on-air star to brownnose. Pete saw his opening and went in. Megyn had the sexiest feet he had ever seen; he knew that, because she had her feet on the desk, her prohibitive Italian pumps on the floor by the desk. She said nothing, preferring to puff on a Central American cigar. With complete audacity, Pete closed her louvers and the door. He turned back to her, approached, picked up an impeccably pedicured left foot and gave it a big kiss. Megyn finally took the cigar out. She said, "Coming in here, doing that, you'd better be an old high school friend or a long lost relative. If you're that Chippendale dancer I ordered for my birthday, that was 3 months ago." Throwing caution to the winds, Pete took off his shirt, threw it onto a chair, picked up that piece-of-ass attorney, and planted a seismic kiss on her. He braced himself for the reaction. Megyn said,"If you're here to play 'kiss and tell', may I suggest calling up your grandma. Here at Rox we only report on action—like this." She pulled on his belt, undid his slacks, and pushed the whole thing down, revealing his hardening shaft. For once, she was speechless. Paying the highest compliment anyone could give him; she fell to her knees and paid tribute to his monstrous rendition of the Washington Monument. Her lips and hands were like a symphony. His eyes fell closed, but he snapped out of it. He reluctantly pulled her off and up to him. He didn't want to kiss her given where she just came from, but she was gorgeous and he did have the challenge of 'bagging' all of the babes. So Peter gave Megyn a sloppy smooch just as his hands did their best to undress that news goddess. He was amazed that with a few clicks and zips, she was attired in the nicest birthday suit he'd ever seen. She was a 'take charge' type and controlled the action totally. She told him to clear her desk...neatly. Pete put everything in neat piles on the credenza against the wall. Then she ordered him to come to her. Then she ordered him to get on the desk on his back. He did, though not with gymnastic grace. She told him to close his eyes; he did. Then he heard a creaking of the chair as she stepped on it. Then he felt her beautiful foot cross over him and have her poised to do him 'cowgirl' style. His enormous erection was treated to the wettest, hottest, home that a cock was ever welcomed in. Her muscles in there were nimble and powerful; she said, "do you feel that?" causing him to wince in pain. Megyn said, "you can fuck with me, but don't fuck with me." Oddly enough, that made perfect sense. As she started her pumping motion, Pete let his imagination go and he transported both of them to a beach on, say, the Grand Bahamas. He came back to reality as she slapped him, asking him why he was 'phoning it in'. Oops! Pete grabbed her rock solid bum (tennis?) and started meeting her thrusts with even more powerful thrusts of his own. The audible slap slap of their hot bodies was audible; fortunately, the Christmas parties and late hour had all adjacent offices empty. He asked her if he should pull out; was she on the pill? She said, "Never ask a compound question; first thing we learn in procedures 101. For your information, the respective answers are no, and none of our business. Now let's finish this project like we really did our best. On three: one, two, threeeeeeee!" With that, for the first time, she emoted, screaming a muffled shriek while kissing him. Pete for his part had his big hands around her solid behind, holding tight, as he pumped every spare baby-starter in a geyser rivaling 'old faithful', a liquid highway joining him and that infobabe in the most intimate way possible. Later he'd think back to the time he went 'vroom in her womb'. Exhausted, she collapsed and kissed him, then sagged, spent, on his shoulder. He put his arms around this on-air nymph, marveling at her slender waist and those fabulous legs. He laughed to himself; thousands of guys had watched her show just for the chance to see the wide pan shots, with her fantastic legs, gleaming from a fresh bikini wax job. Even Pete admitted to himself that he never remembered a single word that she reported; he too was just admiring her short skirts and Italian pumps. Thank goodness for 'sweeps month' and the ratings race. Pete sat up, picked up that gorgeous lawyer, and lovingly put her on her couch, covering her with a blanket. He quickly dressed and headed out for the last challenge confronting him. He looked on his chart for the last infobabe's office, Gretchen. She was slightly different than the others. Whereas Ainsley was a young model type, Alisyn was like the MILF next door, the soccer mom you'd like to do, and Megyn was the type of liberated woman that could be so exciting, Gretchen was like the wife of the deacon, a socialite, someone who might be hot looking but who had position. For Pete, this was his last challenge and the toughest. He got to her office and no one was there. He waited inside patiently for 15 minutes when she appeared with a female protégé from public relations. Rox News Gretchen had a more down to earth figure than the others, with more mature legs (slightly thicker) and bust (significantly larger). This PR intern, who aspired to be on air one day, was one of those incredible beauties that Rox recruited across the nation. A former cheerleader, she had come down with the malady of "swollen belly" due to the star quarterback, and was kicked off the team. She did graduate though. Gretchen asked what Pete wanted. He said that he was from the Chicago affiliate and wanted to interview her for a feature piece on the national Rox network. Gretchen seemed to look at the intern and then to him. She smiled and said she'd feel funny being "interviewed" here in her own office, what with all the family pictures lying around. Gretchen said, "let's go to the reception area." She locked her office and led the way. Pete was filled with trepidation. This sounded like the old set-up. He followed numbly, wishing this were the ground floor—with exits. Gretchen turned on the florescent lights, revealing a 20 by 20 room with two couches, a large tv monitor, and a fridge. She opened the fridge and took out champagne. She said, "this is better than the booze in your valise, I bet." Oops! Busted? Gretchen went on, "muscle lad, I know it all now. I came from Alisyn's office. I had to peel her off the cherry wood veneer. She gave you high praise for your cocksmanship. She pledged me to silence. Well, her relationship at home is none of my business, but you. You think you can stagger around here with those guns on your arms and, what, a ten or twelve inch penis, and think our girls will all faint? Well, do you!?" Pete worried about where this was leading. He said, "no, ma'am! In fact, I was just leaving, and..." Gretchen cut him off, "what, you think because I'm a little older, more conservative, that I don't have a hole that would love to have something oversized shoved into it, scraping my mature vaginal walls, tingling my older woman's cunt? You probably think I'm some menopausal old maid. Well for your information, this former Miss America and concertmistress on the violin is still all woman, and ready for anything you can throw at me. You are on; IT'S ON, you punk. And, to keep you honest, I have Heather with me. She's our intern and will be available to you if you somehow finish me off with anything left. Let's get it on, if you think you can." Gretchen unzipped her dress, revealing a figure different from the previous women. Fuller of figure, her plump breasts overflowing her 36D bra compensated for her gorgeous but slightly fuller legs and thighs. He felt weird because she was the spitting image of, well, his mom. Oh well, going forward. While the irresistible force (Pete) approached the immovable object (Gretchen), Heather was safely on the sideline, taking her time stripping. Pete aggressively ripped off Gretchen's big cupped bra, and was reaching for the panties when he got a shock. This conservative older woman was wearing crotchless panties. He left them on. To demonstrate his manhood, he flexed a gigantic left bicep, and then picked up Gretchen in one hand. He started doing one hand curls with that mature sexpot as he turned to show Heather. The now nude Heather had to coo and clap. He put Gretchen down and beckoned Heather to come forward. She did, but at a funny angle. Odd, Pete asked what were those tattoos on her. Gretchen said, "I saw those too in our shower room. Do they have meaning?" Pete said, "I think small tattoos on a woman are very sexy. Tell us, Heather, what does that barbell tattoo mean? Or the queen of spades? Or the black 'A'?'" Heather looked down and said she didn't know. She just got them by mistake. Gretchen turned to Pete and asked, concerned, "well, what DO they mean?" Pete was no expert of the street, or gang parlance, but he knew. He turned to Gretchen, her employer after all, and lied: "they don't mean anything at all." With both the women relieved, for different reasons, they got it on. When he got on top of Gretchen, he said, "I'd just like you to know that I feel weird, like I'm doing my own mom when I get on top of you." Gretchen said, "well, if you were my son, and you looked like that, I'd just be expecting you to do your best, which means to really do a number on me...get with it, stud." Pete turned to Heather. He said, "Wish me luck. " She prodded him to flex his giant guns one more time for her, and then she French kissed him. She went to his ear, whispering, "We both know what those tattoos mean. I got them during another chapter of my life. I appreciated your not letting it fuck up my current one. Let me help you service this old ratbag, then you can do me if you have anything left." He kissed her, hard. Looking into her eyes, they kissed again. Embracing, Pete was brought back to earth when Gretchen, lying there for a few minutes now, said, "are you going to fuck me, or do I have to call security." Pete quickly turned to Gretchen. He picked up that mature piece of ass and laid her on the couch. She said, "Stop you oaf. Get off me." He thought, oh no, busted! But no, Gretchen pushed him away, threw the couch's pillows to the floor and unfolded an already made up double bed. She laid back down, her knees up, and her hands making a welcoming sign over her still fertile vagina. He went to Heather, kissed her passionately, whispered in her ear, "forgive me for this" and went back to Gretchen. She told him, "Like I said, I'm still very fertile. But that doesn't mean I want another baby. It's a pain to find a good nanny, governess, and so on. So you can do me, but you will have to use a condom. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. There are some hidden in that desk drawer there for just such an occasion." Heather found them. Gretchen said, "Great, sweetheart, would you put that thing on him and make sure it's snug." Heather said, "okay, ma'am." Properly fitted, Pete came forward, feeling slightly emasculated with that damn thing on. He plumbed the depths of that mature woman; kissing her roughly he didn't worry about her getting hers and came in 5 minutes. Though he wasn't in top form, he thought of Heather over there watching him and came like a tidal wave, literally blowing up the rubber to its full capacity. As it emerged from Gretchen's fertile pussy, it remained intact. He fell over exhausted finally. To his shock, but not surprising Heather, Gretchen sat up and slapped him...hard. She said that that was the most selfish screwing she ever had, why she might as well be in bed with her own limp-dicked husband. She said, "I don't care how tired you are, you are going to have Heather suit you up again and do me. I am going to lay here, eyes closed, and await your assault." Pete got up slowly as Heather opened another condom. He came up to her and kissed her passionately. She kissed back. There was something there, definitely. He said, in her ear, "I can't explain it, but I feel like I've known you for a long time. I want to see you when you're free, if you are up for it." He looked at her and she smiled, tearful, and kissed him. He went back to her ear, "what do you think of your boss lady, anyway." "She's a total bitch!" Heather said. He said, "what if we skipped the new condom, and just FLIPPED the old one!" Heather said, "but that would mean that all of your...oh, wow, I love that idea!!" Heather told Gretchen, "he's ready again, and this condom comes with ultimate lubricating lotion." She giggled to herself as she removed the full condom, and then made a bubble in front to hold perhaps one half of his copious spend. She said good luck, they kissed, and he came forward, carefully husbanding his little reservoir of sperm. Cupping that condom until he was safely inside her, Gretchen said, "Wow, that thing really IS lubricated. I feel that dampness inside me now. Pete, I'm going to keep my eyes closed until you prove you're man enough to satisfy this old bag. Let's get it on." For 15 minutes, Pete did his best. Then he moaned as if he came and got off her. He had already shoved every spare spermatozoon inside her still fertile vagina. Now there were two people, Pete AND Heather that wanted Gretchen to be knocked up, against her express wishes. Gretchen said, "Well, that was lousy, but I suppose you have to do Heather now. I hope I didn't steal all of his vile seed. I'm just glad it's thrown away and not in my fertile womb. Go ahead, and do her. I'll just watch quietly." To Heather's utter shock, Pete did not go along as expected but spoke up. Pete turned to Gretchen and chided her, "you fucking bitch. First of all, I am not going to do Heather in front of you like some circus animal act. I think I like her and she might grow to like me, so I am going to see her after tonight. You for your part are not going to penalize her but instead promote her for all of this. Don't ask me why, but you will be much happier if I'm pleased with your treatment of Heather. About those tattoos, just forget them. Period! Oh, and one more thing. I know you are against abortions. Actually, I am too. But the point here is, unknown to Heather, I re-used that old condom, so there's a chance I might have gotten you pregnant. I am a real man, as opposed to all the sissies out there who are afraid of getting women pregnant. So I want you to have my baby. The fact that you are nasty and DON'T want to have one makes me all the more eager to see it happen." Gretchen got up off the bed, still wobbly. She had just been berated more than anyone since her father did it 20 years before. She came right up to Pete, who towered over her by a foot. She turned to Heather and said, "so I'm a bitch, am I? (She had heard everything they said!) Well, watch and learn, sweetheart." Gretchen positioned herself so that she was almost against Pete, with a gap between them for her to crank his huge shaft, and allow Heather to watch. She closed on Pete, took his inflating cock, which he hadn't emptied during the last sex, and started keyholing it. In spite of himself, Pete's eyes closed. Gretchen said, "listen here, little boy, you may have a huge cock and gigantic muscles. You may think you're God's gift to women. (As his cock swelled to full magnificence in her hands, and she cupped his sac which was doubling in weight as they spoke, her anger totally subsided) But I'm here to tell you, oh God help me, Heather, he's so big, his balls are so full, his muscles, he's so fucking strong. Pete (whose eyes were closed shut), if you are listening, I knew all along what you were doing. And, I would be proud to be pregnant by you. Listen carefully: if you by chance impregnated me, then I will give birth. Would you like that, old Gretchen, hostess in the morning, breastfeeding YOUR baby, your child?" With a manly grunt that scared Heather, Pete came. The geyser that came forth from Gretchen's skillful hands went up almost to the ceiling and washed down, some 12 feet away. A second gusher knocked a lamp over and pushed a five pound paperweight half way across the desk. He finally sighed as it was over. Gretchen beckoned Heather and offered his used knob. Pete grabbed her and said that she didn't have to do that. She smiled and said, "I know. She bent over and smashed with her tongue, catching a huge pool of sperm laden semen residing in his uncut cock's skin. She displayed it to Gretchen and Pete and then proudly swallowed it. He turned in his 'report' such as it was. The films, the sound recordings, what were they for? To his surprise, he was told thanks and paid with no other comments. Well, the footage was never seen, not even on the internet. Somehow, Pete was glad. Those women, in the end, were gorgeous and, in tbeir own way, loving and warm. He felt incredibly lucky to have experienced them. Pete hugged Gretchen, whispering to her thanks for having his baby. He dressed along with the other two, and followed them out. Gretchen led him to the service elevator, where he could go down and reach the street with no security. Heather said, "wait for me" and followed him. Five months later, he was home with his new girlfriend, Heather. She called him to the TV room. He came in, asking what the matter was. She said, look. Sure enough, Gretchen, Ainsley, Megyn, and Alisyn were featured in a human interest story about the wave of first time or repeat moms having a second time of giving birth, but later in life. Pete hugged Heather, kissed her, as they both realized that he had gotten them all knocked up. It was the ultimate practical, well not joke, perhaps trick...or treat. As Pete beamed with pride watching those Rox infobabe beauties' bellies swelling with his babies, Heather tugged on his shirt. She said, "Well, while we are hearing announcements about pregnancy, maybe I should tell you about my visit to my doctor today." He didn't need to hear it, but tearfully they both kissed. What was really a political prank for $50,000 he needed for law school now yielded a gorgeous wife, with child. Quite a trifecta...if he had to say so himself.