0 comments/ 7810 views/ 1 favorites The Rounds Ch. 01 By: squidbag Bob Randall's car was a 1989 Oldsmobile. It was a non-descript car, grey with a red interior. If Bob had ever been in a road accident with the car, all the State Troopers would have found on the scene would have been soda cans, pieces of paper, magazines, and cigar butts strewn for a mile and a half of interstate road. Bob Randall's gray Olds was, at this moment, parked outside of the Archer Arms apartment complex in a space reserved for the elderly and handicapped. The sign was very specific about this. Bob Randall was not elderly, nor was he handicapped, but he didn't think that at three in the morning, he would be disturbed by anyone elderly or handicapped needing this spot for pressing business. Bob Randall, on the other hand, had pressing business, and needed the parking spot. Bob's business was the reason that he had several notepads, a tape recorder, lockpicks, and a cooler filled with sandwiches in the front seat of his car. Bob Randall was a private investigator. The glint of the parking lot crime light reflected from his binoculars as he focused on the third story window above him. He chewed determinedly on piece of Carefree, wanting to smoke. Smoke obscures the view from the binocs, though, fogs the windows inside a car, and also sends up a smoke signal for anyone to see. So, gum for now. Bob put the binoculars onto the passenger seat, trading them for a pad and pen. He made a note of the time, and then got out of his car, spat his gum into the grass verge, and walked quickly around to the trunk. Pushing the key cover aside, he unlocked the trunk and got out his gear. Bob walked through the damp grass around to the back of the building. As he glanced up at the apartment window in question, the lights went out. "Fuck," he thought, "I need to hurry." On the back of the building, about three feet off the ground, was the ground floor apartment's balcony, strewn with potted plants. He boosted himself onto the railing of this, standing. Reaching up, he climbed to the second floor balcony, and then, pulling himself up, affected his arrival onto the third. He moved slowly, but still hurriedly, and as quietly as humanly possible. After first checking the sliding glass door for a stick on the inside, he sprayed the track of the door with WD-40. He then used his MasterCard to pop the flimsy latch, and quietly let himself inside. On the thick pile carpeting in the apartment, he was soundless. A man's apartment, but he had known that when he trailed his quarry from the restaurant. He looked around in the half-light, noting the decor. It was neat in the small living room, but the couch cushions were on the floor. A few DVDs were piled on top of the television, mostly action films, and a framed Rothko print was on the wall over a leather chair. Nice. A copy of Men's Health Magazine was on the glass-topped coffee table, and he bent down to check the address label - Mel Syrbinski. "Well, Mel, looks to me like you've been caught," he thought to himself, as he noted the name on his forearm in black felt tip, misspelling and crossing it out once. He brought out his tiny camera then, and slowly made his way to the back of the apartment. In the hallway, light came from under two doorways, one at the back - likely the bedroom - and one ahead and to the front of him. From inside, Bob could hear the sounds of a man taking a long piss. Probably a big night of drinking before he'd picked them up at the restaurant. The toilet flushed, and then the sounds of water running and someone lightly humming could be heard. It took a bit longer than hand-washing ought to take, and just as Bob was about to resign himself to waiting through someone taking a shower, the water and light abruptly clicked off, and the door opened. A tall, completely naked man walked past Bob in the hallway, not four feet away. He was drying off his dick and balls with a large hand towel. He walked into the back bedroom, toward the sound of light snoring, leaving the door ajar. Bob, the ultimate opportunist, crept up to the crack in the door in time to see the man from the bathroom, who must have been Mel, begin talking to a sleeping figure on the bed. "Have you drifted into dreamland, lover? I bet I know how I can bring you back..." The figure on the bed was his quarry, the person he had tailed from a restaurant downtown, all the way to this apartment. Mel kissed the sleeping figure on the lips, and was rewarded with a low moan, and a response in the form of an embrace. Bob's camera began to snap in the semi-darkness of the hallway, capturing the actions on the bed. Mel kissed the person on the bed a few more times and then worked his way down the chest and to the pelvic area, finally wrapping his lips around the man's erect cock. Mel's head began to slowly move up and down, and his hand massaged the other man's balls and asshole, while his tongue licked the length of the shaft, and he sucked lightly. Joseph Watting, Bob's target, ran his fingers through Mel's hair and sighed deeply, flinging his head back against the pillows on the bed. Joe's moans only increased as Mel slowly inserted his finger into Joe's tight asshole, moving it back and forth, slowly opening him up as he sucked his cock. Joe moaned even louder as Mel slipped another finger into him, and then shortly began to move the two fingers a bit faster, in and out. After a few minutes of this, combined with Mel dividing his oral attentions between Joe's cock and his ass, he was open and lubed up, ready to go. Mel reached beneath the bed and brought out a container of lubricant, coating his ample cock with it. Glistening and erect, he stroked himself, standing by the foot of the bed, while Joe inched backwards on the bed to make more room. Then crouching on the edge of the mattress, Mel slid his hands under Joe's asscheeks, and put Joe's legs up on his shoulders, as he gingerly slid his nearly-purple cock into Joe's waiting asshole. Mel began to pump his hips slowly, clenching his ass tightly with each thrust, and holding onto Joe's thighs with a grip of iron. Joe gripped the bedspread tightly, binding it into knots in his fists as he got soundly fucked in the ass. Mel began to move faster, and one of his hands traveled from Joe’s thigh to his pulsing cock. Mel began to pump Joe's hard cock, fast. His muscular ass flexing repeatedly as he pounded Joe's asshole, his hand moving faster and faster, squeezing Joe's cock, the camera now whirring in the hallway, trying to get very shot - it's a wonder that no one burst in on them in this little scene, with all the activity and noise. All at once, Joe's body seized, and he cried out into a pillow as he shot cum into Mel's face and hand, and all over his own stomach and chest. The ring of muscles at the entrance of his ass squeezed Mel's cock, and this lusty involuntary reaction caused Mel to shoot his load deep into Joe's waiting asshole. Slowly, both of them spent for the moment, they eased themselves apart and then back into an embrace, and lay on the bed, breathing slowly together. Bob had all he needed, plus a bit of a hard-on. He wasn't gay, but that show was pretty sexy, regardless. He put his camera away, and made his way out to the front room again, quietly on the thick pile. As he was easing the sliding door open, to make his exodus the way he had come, the light in the adjoining kitchen flicked on. Nearly panicking, Bob quickly darted out onto the porch, and vaulted over the rail to the second floor. He landed with a small crash on a child’s bicycle, gashing his shin. He dove over the side to the grass beneath the first floor balcony, just as Mel Syrbinski burst naked onto his balcony. Looking this way and that, his eyes settled on the dark figure running across the lawn, and he yelled, incoherently after him. Back in his car, Bob Randall hightailed it out of there, driving as fast as he could without getting a ticket, back to his office to develop his film. In the morning, he would have phone calls to make. The Rounds Ch. 02 Bob slept fitfully on the couch in his outer office, and when the sun came through the window with his name and the words “Private Investigator” lettered on it, he got up. He showered in his back room, changing the bandage on his shin as he did so. He put on a pot of coffee, and got dressed in a brown suit, blue oxford shirt, and red tie. No one would ever accuse him of being fashionable, but no one would think him scruffy, either. His bathroom doubled as his darkroom, so as he scraped his face that morning, drinking his coffee, he was surrounded on all sides by images of two men having sex. The first thing he did when he sat as his desk was call Mrs. Helena Watting, wife of software designer Joseph Watting, he of the assfucking from the previous evening. As he waited for he to come to his office at eleven a.m., he put the file together on Joe’s actions of the past three nights, clubbing, bars, and three different gay partners, all when he was supposed to be in Gargan on a business trip. Helena hadn’t been happy in her marriage to Joe for years, and had sued for divorce. With his allegations against her that he was a faithful and true husband in the face of her rampant promiscuity, she had needed some sort of ironclad refutation of that in court. Well, Bob Randall had put that together quite well for her. At eleven sharp, the buzzer signaled that Helena was downstairs and wished to be let in. Bob walked down to bring her in the front door of the building. “Hello, Mr. Randall. You said you have some news for me?” She was understandably anxious and excited. “Yes, Ma’am, I believe I have what you need for your day in court - I guess it comes as no surprise to you that Joe’s a naughty boy, after all, that’s why you hired me. Please,” He said as they entered his office, “have a seat. Coffee?” Mrs. Watting sat down in one of the two cloth and chrome chairs on the other side of the desk from Bob, declining his offer of coffee. Bob held up the file on her husband, he said, “I should warn you, this could be quite a shock - I, well, I don’t know what you’re expecting.” Finally, after several anxious seconds, he handed her the file. She sat, examining the thick file for quite some time. Inside, along with the detailed descriptions of her husband’s movements and activities, were several photos of Joe engaged in various forms of homosexual activity, with men she’d never seen. Here was Joe getting fucked in the ass, here he was sucking a cock, here, licking a man’s anus and jerking him off. There must have been fifty photos. As she looked at them, Bob noticed her getting flushed and angry. She squirmed in her seat, crossing and re-crossing her legs. Finally, she looked up and said, “Do you have a restroom I could use?” Bob’s restroom was currently hung better than one of Joe’s sex partners, with pictures of her husband all over the place. Luckily, there was a ladies’ restroom just outside his door for the patrons of the nail and hair place in the same building. He directed her to that, and told her to please take her time, do whatever she needed to do. He went back down and sat at his desk, breathing a big sigh of relief, and taking a shot of bourbon. Just as he was screwing the lid back on the flask, Helena’s voice from the doorway asked, “You always drink this early in the morning?” Caught, Bob made a lame excuse about late nights and the tension of the job. Helena came around the desk and took the flask from his hand, unscrewed the top, and slowly took a long pull of the booze. Standing silhouetted against the window, Bob could see her figure through the thin material of the dress, and decided that the only reason a man would fuck around on a woman like this is if he were gay. Helena caught him again, this time with his eyes lingering on her perfect breasts. “Joe’s right, you know,” she said. “About?” “I am terribly promiscuous. He hasn’t made me happy for a long time, and so I do find happiness elsewhere. A lot of elsewheres. These pictures just make sure that he can’t continue to make it difficult for me to find happiness. Don’t you think a woman should be allowed to find happiness where she can?” Bob, fixated on her long legs and sculpted buttocks, allowed his gaze to travel past her small waist and to her 36D breasts, up her elegant neck to her lips, and then into those blue, blue eyes, framed by long reddish-blonde hair before realizing he hadn’t answered her. “Oh, yeah, of course.” “I’d like to pay you for your services.” “A check or credit card will be fine.” She answered, “I feel as though you went above and beyond, though, Bob, and I want to go above and beyond for you, too.” She put her foot on his chair, with her toes at his crotch. Her toenails were painted red. She leaned forward, proffering his flask. When he went to take it, she pulled his head into hers, their mouths together. Their tongues explored one another’s mouths, and her toes wiggled against his growing cock, and under his balls. His hands rested on her breasts, and he felt her tight nipples through the flimsy fabric - apparently the bra had come off in the restroom. She broke the kiss and stood back, dropping her dress to the ground, revealing her naked body, clad only in red spike heels and earrings. She grabbed him by the tie, and hauled him out of the chair, massaging his cock through his pants. Once into the back bedroom, she slowly undressed him, lingering at each item of clothing, kissing each part of him that came into view. She took off his tie, and nuzzled her face against his neck, kissing him, and nibbling his earlobe. Unbuttoning his shirt, she sucked lightly on his nipples and worked her way down, kissing his chest and stomach as she unbuttoned. His cufflinks hit the floor, and one rolled under the bed. It's weird, the things you'll make mental note of when the unexpected is happening. Bob stepped out of his shoes as Helena unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. Her earrings were cold against his cock as she kissed and sucked on his balls. Soon he was totally naked, and she stood and kissed him deeply once again. He squeezed her buttocks as she pressed her tits against him, their mouths locked together once again. She slowly pushed him down on the bed, in control, with an obvious idea about how this was to progress. Once he was lying on the bed, she began to suck his cock, gently, teasing his balls. She looked up at him as she likced and teased him, and soon he lay back and closed his eyes. She stopped for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, they were 69’d, her ass above his face, her pussy in plain view. It was so wet that a drop of moisture had formed and was slowly travelling down her left thigh, in a kind of sideways motion, making its way to her knee. She brought her sex down to him, and he spread her out and licked her pussy lips, going around in smaller and smaller circles until finally pushing his tongue inside her, tasting her wetness. Pulling out, hee slowly worked his way back around her labia to her clit, and sucked it into his mouth, licking it and sucking on it like a tiny cock. While he did this, he slipped two fingers into her, one straight, and one crooked so as to massage her G-spot. He could feel her mouth on him, and Helena was amazing. Her tongue teased the base of his shaft, and her mouth grew tighter on his cock as she rose up, and then looser as she went down. Her could feel her long hair tickling his balls and thighs. She took the whole of him into her mouth, moaning against him as he ate her pussy from behind. They stayed this way for a while, on the bed in his back office, teasing and sucking, making each other wetter and wetter. Occasionally, her body would tense against him as he stroked her G-spot. Abruptly, she stopped sucking his dick and sat up, pushing her pussy into his face. He buried his tongue in her, and she squirmed, sitting on his face, his hands now on her cheeks, spreading her out, tasting all of her. She cried out, "Oh god yes, Bob, fuck me with your tongue!" Eager to please, Bob's nimble tongue darted in and out of her, licking her juices, making her crazy, if her fidgeting was any indication. She tasted so good, and he wanted her to cum for him. He put his fingers back inside her, and thrust them against her G-spot as best he could from his somewhat awkward position, all while licking from the opening of her vagina to her anus, and back again. She gasped and began to play with her nipples, massaging her tits, bringing first one then the other up to her mouth to suck on them and bite the nipples. When she came, she was quiet - she lurched forward, grabbed Bob's legs, and a seismic shudder ripped through her body. Her thighs clamped around his face, and her nails dug into his legs. She pushed her pussy so hard against Bob's face, he briefly thought he might suffocate. When she was done, she rolled off of him, her head at his feet, and her red toenails at his eye level. Her hand strayed to his still-throbbing cock. "Bob," she said, "I want you to fuck me like that man did to Joe." Bob rose from being prone on the bed into a kneeling position at its foot. Helena spread her gorgeous, firm legs for him, and he licked her pussy a bit more, teasing her clit and her lips, kissing her on her vaginal opening. She moaned quietly. Bob worked the moisture, which ran down Helena's pussy to her asscheeks, into and around her anus with his tongue. He slowly slid a finger into her ass, and she gave an involuntary sigh, pushing all the air from her lungs, as he did so. He eventually worked another finger into Helena's tight little asshole, trying and remembering the sequence of events from the bedroom last night. He moved them back and forth, feeling her grip him from the inside, and also becoming aware of a prolific amount of lubrication seeping from Helena's snatch. He bent forward and lapped this up, spreading it with his tongue all around her ass. Finally, he felt she was open and wet enough, and he didn't think he could take anymore of this, anyway. He knelt on the bed, and put her legs on his shoulders, emulating the position of the two men from the night before. He placed a hand beneath each of her firm but oh-so-soft asscheeks, and spread them apart, gently, giving each a squeeze. She gave another sharp gasp as he slid his prick inside her, and began to slowly thrust back and forth, giving her a little more of it each time, until he was buried up to the hilt in her warm and anxious ass. She relaxed and opened for him, and welcomed him insider her. He gripped her thighs tightly, leaving little red fingerprints, as he solidly thrust into her each time. Helena lay back on the bed, her ass filled with Bob's cock, pinching her nipples and licking her lips. Bob got a mental image of Mel's ass from the previous evening, clenching and unclenching as he fucked his partner, and he thought he must look like that from behind. The thought caused him to involuntarily check the doorway as he pumped into Helena, even though he knew he had locked his outer door. He turned back to Helena, whose eyes were closed tightly, and whose breathing was shallow and rapid. Her ass felt so good, wrapped around his cock, so hot and responsive, flexing around his cock as if to milk his balls dry. Bob felt his orgasm before it hit him, and gave a short "I'm cumming!" warning before shooting his hot load into Helena's asshole in a series of spasmodic jerks. When she felt this, Helena began rubbing her already engorged and stimulated clit furiously, and she came again, just a few seconds after Bob. His legs shaking, he slowly pulled himself free of her gripping anus with a soft pop. Her ass oozed his cum onto the bedsheets, and as he lay next to her, he could feel her wetness drying on his cock and on his legs. She was lying quietly next to him, looking up at the ceiling in a daze. Bob leaned back on the pillows at the top of the bed. The whole room smelled like sex. Bob reached for his smokes, a pack of Gauloises, and lit two, handing her one. She took it from him and took a deep pull from the French tobacco. "So that's what Joe was looking for, I suppose. I'd never had anal sex before." "Really?" Bob was incredulous. "I'd never have known that." "I'm going to choose to take that as a compliment," Helena glanced sideways at him. "Why do you suppose men stray, rather than try to work it out? I only started cheating on Joe after it was clear that he had no interest in even trying to figure out what our problems were. If it was just a new sensation he was looking for, I could have tried toys, or even swinging, but this deception makes me just want him out of my life for good." "Maybe he's gay, and just realizing it himself," Bob asserted. "After all, I would imagine that it's a whole different experience with another guy. Also, some guys have that Madonna/whore hang-up when it comes to doing some kinds of things with their own wives." Bob regarded her sweaty, sexy body next to him in the bed. "I'm going to go with him being gay, though." He tickled her trimmed bush with his fingers. "Hmmmm, I just don't know." After a few moments of quiet contemplation and smoking, Helena rolled over, leaned across Bob and crushed her cigarette out in the University Club ashtray next to the bed. Her arm draped across Bob, she kissed his nipple on the right side, and her hand strayed down and began to slowly stroke his spent cock. After only a few moments of this, he began to get hard again. She moved her mouth down around his dick, and he thought to himself, " Well, maybe I can get some work done tomorrow." The Rounds Ch. 03 Bob Randall walked across the damp grass wearing heavy boots and a waterproof poncho. It was early evening, and if he timed it right, the sun should be going down by the time he arrived at his post to spy on the subject of his latest job. A few days ago, a wealthy couple had come into his office, had the obligatory cup of coffee, and gotten more or less right to the point. They had a daughter in a Southern Christian University, and they suspected her of activity that was less than Christian, under their somewhat narrow definition of the term. They had gently tried to broach the subject with her at Christmas break and again in the Spring, but she denied doing anything they wouldn't have approved of. They were losing sleep at night, worrying about her cavorting with boys after-hours, drinking, or worse. After confirming that he wouldn't be spying on anyone underage, (Allison was nineteen) the money they were willing to give him pretty much made up Bob's mind for him, and two days later, he headed South. Now, he was decked out in his raingear, mostly to keep his camera and optics dry, since it was no longer raining. His poncho hood pulled up over his head, and with the boots and dark pants, he could have passed for campus security or maintenance to a casual observer. He strode through a small wooded area at the edge of the campus, and across the grassy area of the Quad next to Williams Dormitory, one of the girl's dorms at this school, where everything was sex-segregated. He edged around the side of the building in the gathering gloom, and around to the back stairwell that descended into the basement. At the foot of the steps, he was confronted with a metal door, locked with a length of chain and a solid Master padlock. Fishing under his poncho for a moment, he produced a red pair of bolt cutters, and with these afforded his entry to the building. He had elected to break in without even trying to enter in any conventional way - in these schools, men were not even allowed past the lobbies of the dorms. Once inside, he peered around the pipes and boilers of the basement to find a concrete staircase beyond a green exit door. He had studied the floor plan of the building extensively, and knew that this was the best way to get upstairs, since the elevator passed the kitchen, where he could be seen. He doffed and stored his foldable poncho in his pack, and started hiking the stairs. On the third floor, he clipped the wires that led to the door alarm, and let himself into the main hallway. He could hear the voices of the girls in their rooms, talking & laughing. According to her class schedule, Allison wouldn't be back for about an hour, so he had time to do a quick search of her room. He popped the lock of room 428 soundlessly, and peeked inside. She lived with no roommates, so he had the room to himself. Darting inside, he closed the door behind him. He went over to the desk, scanning its contents without touching anything, and into the bathroom, doing the same, checking the trashcans for condoms, pill bottles, etc. He walked over to the bureau, and as he was about to open the top drawer, the door latch clicked. The breath caught in his chest, and his blood ran cold. Shit! He quickly let himself into the deep closet, moving all the way to the back, and closing the louvered door behind him. Allison Wallace was a tallish girl, about 5'9", and only about 125 pounds. She had short black hair and green eyes. She had good-sized breasts and long legs - an athletic build. This was part of the reason her parents were so worried about her. Bob saw her come in with a friend through the slats of the closet door, and stood, cursing himself in the darkness surrounded by Allison's clothes. The two girls were talking animatedly about the class they had just left. Allison sat down on the bed with her back to Bob, and the other girl, a redhead with a nice body, sat in a chair opposite the closet, facing Bob's position. As they chatted, this other girl fished in her bag and brought out a small bag of marijuana and began to roll a joint. Bob edged his pad out of his hip pocket and began making some notes by the light coming in through the louvers. "What a dipshit," opined this other girl, stopping to lick the joint, "I can't believe I have to take this class." "Yeah - he's pretty much a moron. I guess I don't care so much though, the textbook is okay, and the course itself is good information - who cares about a professor, really? You're just pissed 'casue he can't keep his hands off of you." Allison stopped to hit the joint. "Ugh. Yeah, maybe. He's so gross, this old fart. 'Dina, I vant to touch your boobies...' Bleagh." Dina took a deep inhalation from the joint as Bob wrote her name down. "He's disgusting, and I think I should file a report against him. I don't know how he has a job, anyway - he's really useless." Allison put the joint down in the ashtray and moved off the bed towards Dina. "That's all over now, at least for the weekend. You're mine 'til Monday." She put her hands on Dina's hips and kissed her deeply. "And I want you now." Allison crouched in front of the other girl, and reached under her skirt to remove Dina's panties. She pushed her face into the pussy in front of her, and from Bob's vantage point, her head began to move slowly up and down. Dina kicked her shoes off and wrapped her legs around Allison, pulling her in. She reached for the joint and took another pull while the girl between her legs sucked her clit, and licked it slowly. The joint down to a roach now, she put it in the ashtray and ran her fingers though Allison's hair, down her back, and pulled her shirt up and over her head, Allison stopping only long enough to allow this. Dina then unhooked Allison's bra and unzipped the other girl's skirt in the back. Allison moved back up to Dina's mouth, letting her skirt drop to the ground behind her with her shoes, and kissed her deeply for a few moments, their tongues playing with each other. Allison then moved up to remove Dina's blouse, and Dina took one of Allison's nipples in her mouth while cupping Allison's other breast in her hand. They lingered like this for a few moments, Dina sucking on first one breast, then the other, while Bob's camera whirred away in the semi-darkness, getting as many pictures through the slats of the closet door as were possible. Eventually, the two girls stood, and in the process of moving over to the bed, shed the rest of their clothing. They lay on the bed for a while, touching and kissing, breast to breast, thigh to thigh, revelling in each other's warmth, feel, and smell. They stroked backs and buttocks, kissed nipples and lips, and ran their fingers through each other's hair, just feeling, laughing and talking. Finally, Dina said, "Alli, I want to fuck you so bad, you're so sexy...will you let me do you tonight?" Allison responded, "Just for us, or for the camera?" Bob almost fell out of the closet. "Let's do it for the camera, if you're up for it." "Oh, I think so," said Allison. "You get ready, and I'll set it up." Allison moved to the computer and lit a cigarette while Dina walked over to the bureau Bob never got a chance to search. Allison took a deep drag off her Marlboro as she readied her webcam and started a viewing room for people to enjoy. She typed in a few phrases, and then sat for a moment, reading. She then typed a bit more, and waited. Dina came over from the bureau now, wearing a large, red strap-on dildo. It was fastened around her waist and around both hips, with a strap that ran up between her gorgeous asscheeks, and a black leather harness. Allison adjusted the camera on top of her monitor so that it would take in both girls. She typed a suggestion, and got a quick response on-screen. In response to this, she turned her head and began to suck the dildo deep into her mouth, nearly deep throating it. Dina began to move her hips back and forth, slowly fucking Alli's mouth with the dildo, both her hands on the back of Alli's head, guiding her mouth. This went on for a few minutes, Alli sucking the dong, her head moving back and forth as her tongue played along the surfaces of the shaft, getting it wet and slippery, and Dina running her fingers through the other girl's hair and playing with her own nipples. In the closet, Bob's cock was rock hard, and he had forgotten entirely to take any pictures of the last few minutes. Eventually, Allison stood up and kissed Dina on the lips, then deeper, searching her mouth with an exploring tongue. She then moved over to the bed and crawled up on it, positioning herself on all fours. Dina moved in behind her and kissed her pussy, tonguing it and licking her swollen lips. She sucked her clit and teased it, and inexorably moved her way up to Alli's ass, caressing the cheeks and flicking her tongue across the other's girl's asshole. Finally, she pulled back and began to rub the tip of the strap-on against the girl's cunt, up and down, back and forth. Alli took advantage of this and pushed herself back against it, all at once sliding the length of the shaft deep inside her wet and waiting pussy. Dina put her hands on Alli's hips and pulled her to her, fucking her with the strap-on, standing on the floor, pushing faster now, as Alli rode back against her, her ass slapping Dina's hips as they both worked to drive the dildo deeper and harder inside. Bob could picture legions of young men, and maybe young women, legs apart, hands inside pants, tissue ready, eyes fixed on monitors, getting themselves off to these two beautiful young women lovingly fucking each other for the camera. The two girls went at it, the strap-on filling Alli up as she rubbed her clit, faster and harder, and the strap stimulating Dina's clit more and more the harder she pushed. All at once, Dina screamed incoherently, and came, shuddering, falling against Alli's back, the dildo still in her. Alli came shortly thereafter, yelling,?Oh, god, oh yes, oh my fucking god please Ummmmmmmm!? This last was delivered into the pillow, and could not be deciphered. Dina pulled the dildo slowly from Alli's wet cunt, and shakily walked over to the computer. Sitting down, she typed a couple of things and turned the camera off. Unfastening the strap-on, she lay down on the bed next to Alli and touched her softly. The girls fell asleep this way, wrapped up together, Dina's breasts pressed against Alli's back, their sweat and sex drying in the cool air of the room. Inside the closet, Bob leaned his head back against the wall and dozed, lightly, trying to think clearly about what to do next, and incapable of getting what he had just seen out of his mind's eye? The Rounds Ch. 04 Bob started awake when his head drifted over to one side and clonked against a bowling ball, hard. He shook his head and peered out of the slats in the closet door to find that his young charges were awake and active again. After their session for the webcam, Allison Wallace and her partner, Dina, had napped, and so had Bob, trapped in the closet as he was. Sent here to spy on Allison for her parents, Bob had ensconsed himself here in the closet when the two girls had come back to this room unexpectedly to play. Their first session had nearly made Bob cum right in his pants, and it was nothing compared to what he was about to see. On the bed, Dina lay against the pillows, kind of half-sitting, her red hair splayed out on the pillows behind her. She was still naked, and Allison crouched between her legs, licking the other girl's asshole, gently pushing her tongue inside her. Dina rubbed and pinched her nipples while the other girl ate her ass, fucking her lightly with her tongue, getting her slippery wet, moving her fingers around on Dina's anus. She did this in no hurry, moving her tongue slowly from the bottom of Dina's cunt to her asshole, massaging her, making her very relaxed and wet. Then, she began slowly to insert a series of ben-wa beads, one at a time into Dina's ass. Every bead disappeared as Dina's asshole accepted and closed over them, seven in all, until only the string hung from her butt, and she lay back, waiting for the next step. Alli stood and strode across the room, naked, her tight nipples swaying as her breasts bounced. She bent over, exposing her ass and wet pussy to Bob briefly as she opened the door to her dorm room fridge. She returned to the bed with a can of Redi-Whip whipped cream, and a package of cherries. Popping the top off of the can, she sprayed a little into her own mouth, giggling. She then made a small cone of cream on each one of Dina's breasts, covering the nipples entirely. These were topped with one cherry apiece. Then, Alli made a small trail of whipped cream down Dina's chest, down her flat stomach, down to her pussy, and down to her asshole, where she squirted a judiciously large amount of whipped cream and once again topped off her work with a cherry. Dina, who had jumped a little as each fleck of cool cream touched her naked skin, now relaxed again and sank into the bed a little more, wrapping her arms behind the headboard of the bed, and waiting for what was to come. Alli now moved slowly up to hover above Dina, and kissed her mouth once again, exploring it each time as if it were new to her, taking her time. Alli then kissed Dina's chin and neck, and slowly moved down to her right breast. She plucked the cherry off of the top of her tit by the stem, and offered it to Dina. Dina's tongue snaked out and pulled the cherry into her mouth, biting the fruit off of the stem. Alli's mouth moved down to the right nipple, erect below the cold whipped cream, and began to slowly lick and suck the whipped cream from Dina's luscious right breast. Dina moaned beneath her, and her spine arched involuntarily, which left Alli with a print of whipped cream from Dina's body. Alli pushed Dina's left breast up close to Dina's mouth, so that she could suck and lick her own left nipple while Alli serviced the right. Of course, the cherry didn't go to waste, either. As Dina grabbed the headboard with an increasingly hard grip, Alli moved down her body, licking the cream off as she went, until she reached the cream-filled area between Dina's legs. Here, she pushed her face deeply into the whipped cream, eating mouthful after mouthful of creamed pussy as she licked Dina from twat to clit, first in long, slow motions, and then in faster smaller ones, centering on her clit and lips. Dina's head thrashed against the pillows as Alli moved her mouth around her pussy, licking, sucking, kissing, and tonguing, teasing her to the brink of screams. When Dina's pussy was all clean of whipped cream, Alli pushed two fingers into her cunt, gently brushing her G-spot with one upturned digit, and focused her oral attentions on Dina's ass. At this point, Bob Randall, Private Investigator, was forced to make a decision about what sort of person he really was. Crouching in a girl's dorm room closet, peering through the slats as she made love to her horny girlfriend covered in whipped cream while nursing a rock-hard erection that was leaking a stain onto the front of his pants, did Bob really want to go the extra mile and become a wanking peeping tom hiding among the boxes and clothes? Ultimately, he decided not. He would merely do his job, take notes and pictures, and keep a close eye on what was going on in the room. Especially now, since they were apparently building up to the end of their little adventure. First, sucking the cherry into her mouth from Dina's asshole, she chewed and spat the stem onto the bed. Then, she began to slowly lick the cream from Dina's ass, slurping it into her mouth and swallowing. She tongued Dina's anus, twirling the dangling string around her tongue, and kept the pressure going with the two fingers that penetrated Dina. As she licked the cream, she kissed Dina's asshole and pushed her tongue into the soft flesh around it, listening for the moans and other sounds this would elicit. Finally, when she thought her lover was at last ready to cum for her, and without slacking off on the direct G-spot pressure, Alli popped one bead free of Dina's ass while licking her there. Dina's body began to shudder, and shake wildly as she began to cum. Alli increased the speed with which she was rubbing Dina's G-spot, and licked faster, while now pulling the balls out almost all at once, finally getting the scream of delight from Dina she'd been wating for all this time. Dina came hard, grinding her ass into Alli's face, clutching her fingers with her pussy, and screaming into a pillow with all her might. Biology took over for Bob at this point, and he filled his pants with cum as he orgasmed explosively without ever touching his cock. Short of wet dreams, this had never happened to him before. He would feel kind of embarrassed and slimy about it later, but for now, he was grateful for the release, and he nearly moaned aloud. Watching Dina writhe on the bed was almost too much for him, and he sat back against the back wall of the closet, leaning his head against a hat box. Outside, he could hear the two apparently insatiable girls shifting around so that Dina could make Alli cum. He sighed deeply to himself, and resolved that, due to extenuating circumstances, he would have to give the Wallace's money back. There was no way he could explain how he had come to know what he knew, get the pictures he had taken - without the parents knowing exactly what he had done here. Besides, he thought to himself as he peered out of the door slats once again, he wasn't convinced that Alli was doing anything that would harm herself or others, anyway. Unless they got too wild with that riding crop they'd started using now. It was strange, but Bob found himself in less and less of a hurry to get free from the closet.