sylvia 9

Sylvia 9

Finding myself in bed with one of them on each side of me took another twenty minutes or so, but it did happen.  Unlike a pornographic movie, there was a lot of stopping and starting.  Also a lot laughing, when things didn’t seem to fit just right on the first try.

As advertised for the first several minutes Simon just watched and made wickedly amusing comments.  I swear if we had been filmed it, the thing could have won an academy award for comedy.  Within the first half hour we were all laughing and critiquing each other painfully.

With James making love to me and Simon critiquing us as a film critic would I went from orgasm, to uncontrollable laughter without a moments rest.  I could not believe the combination.  At first I found it disconcerting beyond belief to trying to experience the feelings and listen to the hilarious comments at the same time.  

I was laughing while James had me on my hands and knees and pumped me from the rear.  I was about to orgasm again, when I felt Simon’s penis brush my lips.  I might have been going to complain or maybe not.  No matter, when I opened my mouth to comment, his penis entered.  I began to nurse on it, even though it was not my favorite thing to do.  I was repaying them for the evening so far, at that moment.  I considered it as an entertainment tax.

When I felt James stiffen and freeze for a moment, I came so hard my muscles cramped.  I was actually in pain from the muscle cramps, when Simon emptied his sperm into my mouth and down my throat.  It was warm and gritty.  It also coated my teeth as well as my tongue and roof of my mouth.  It was a most unpleasant feeling, but nonetheless it added to the depth of my orgasm.

When the three of us lay exhausted, I was shocked to see we had worn ourselves out in only thirty minutes,  Of course it was thirty minutes of nonstop laughter and sex.  I am convinced the laughter was just as powerful as the sex had been.  I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew I wanted more of it.  I found it hard to believe that there wasn’t a line of women outside their door.

“You know that you are our first cop,” Simon said.  “You are dynamite.   We will have to start recruiting cops.”

“I’m not sure they are all like me,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess generalizing can be dangerous,” James agreed.  “I wasn’t a bit concerned about you though.  I knew from the moment I met you that you were one hot chick.”

“What was the tip?’ I asked.

“You looked me right in the eye when you answered my questions.  You weren’t all that bold or anything just fearless.  Women don’t have to be slutty, but they do have to be adventurous,” James explained.

“I see.  So you knew you could get my clothes off within ten minutes of entering your house?” I asked.

“No, but I knew you wouldn’t run from the room screaming either.  I knew you would say no very ladylike, if that’s what you did.”

“James you remind me of my Dad hon.  My dad told me, when I was sixteen and before I gave it up, he said,  ‘Every woman has the right to say no, but she also has the right to be asked.  Men are not allowed to decide what a woman will or will not do.  That is up to her alone.’”  I smiled at him before I went on.  “Yeah it’s what made me decide to give it up.”

“So your dad took your virginity?” he asked.

“Hell no, what my dad did was to tell me that it was alright to give it up.  He also explained that I had to be responsible in my decisions.  No thugs and no guys who might get me pregnant.”

“Sounds like he was a pretty smart guy,” Simon suggested.

“Either that or he liked to drink, and then to give advice to anybody who would listen,” I suggested.  “Look guys it’s been real, but I need to get home.”

“So how about it? Do you want to come to our next nude night?” Simon asked.  I had a feeling Simon was more impressed with me than James.  James had a lot more dealings with cops than Simon.  I expect to Simon I was a novelty.

“I don’t know email me after I have had time to think it over.  Simon tell me, what do you do?”  I asked

“I’m part of James’ company of course.” he said.

“Is that all, you two seem to have a lot of things going on all the time,” I suggested.

“A lot of irons in the fire,” he said.

“Usually that is nice speak for rustler,” I said smiling.

“Well I would never tell a cop that I was doing anything even shady, let alone dirty,” Simon said.

“Don’t worry I won’t investigate you, but I also won’t look the other way, so be careful,” I advised him.  “Now I’m going to drive into the big city and see my mom.”

“So you gonna give me your email address so I can invite you?” Simon asked.

“Countygreen@yahoo.com,” I said as I finished dressing.  I was out the door before they had time to stop me.

“So Sylvia did you have fun last night?” the detective on the School girl doe case asked.  Of course he probably knows her name that now, I thought.  

“Sure it was fun, so tell me why are you all smiles?” I asked.

“The vic is Jennifer Allen,” Simpson said. “Looks like one of the parents is in the wind and one is in the river.  Would you care to make a guess?”

“I think she killed them both and is running now,” I suggested.

“And why is that?” Simpson asked.  “I mean rather than her in the river and him in the wind.”

“Water in the bathtub,” I said.

“You are going to have to explain that one,”  he said.

“She washed her clothes and waited for them to dry.  It’s just a guess really,” I explained.

“You saw the state lab report didn’t you?” he asked.

“No, what did it say?” I asked.

“Amanda Allen’s DNA was in the Jerrell cabin.  The guess is that she had been gone a few hours, because there was water in the tub from her shower,” Simpson informed me.

“So are you closing in on her?” I asked.

“Probably not, but we are closing in on her husband’s body.  We have current tables for the river.  He should be washing up at the dam tonight or tomorrow.”

“I can’t imagine too many people would help her, if she is on the run for this.  Where do you guys think she went?” I asked.

“We don’t have a clue.  Her family all swear they know nothing.  The Jarrell burglary pretty much supports that.” Simpson said to me.

“Yeah, I have to go along with that.  Well I just stopped by to see if you had her in custody before I headed out to visit my mom for a couple of days,” I suggested.

“Nothing much is happening, so go enjoy your mom.  You won’t miss anything and you won’t be missed,” Simpson said.

“Gee that really makes me feel special,” I said with a laugh.  He shrugged as if to inform me that the conversation was closed and I could think anything I liked.

I walked to the parking lot with the reason I stopped by the station in the first place in hand.  It was payday for the county employees.  I wasn’t going to get rich from the county, but I still needed the money.  I could stop by and pay my rent, but it would also wait till tomorrow, I thought.

I drove four hours to get to my mom’s house by dinner time.  Since mom knew I was coming I expected something good for supper.  My idea of good and the rest of the world was probably different.  I would have settled happily for meatloaf or hamburger potpie.  

“So mom, I have been dreaming of dinner all the way home, what are we having?” I asked.

“Your dad called.  He wants to take us to dinner,” she informed me.

“Is it just the three of us or is his new wife going to be allowed to stay up late enough for dinner out?” I asked.

“Sylvia, I’m the one who is supposed to be bitter,” she said.

“You know, we could both be bitter.  I’m pretty sure there is no rule against it.” I suggested.

“Why she is a perfectly charming girl,” Mom said.

I broke into laughter.  “I wish you could have heard yourself say that,” I suggested.

“Pretty silly I know.  Actually her mother is a friend of Joan’s,” Mom said.

“Who is Joan?” I asked.

“A friend I made after you went into the Air Force,  Joan and I went to church together for a while.  I think she did it just to check me out, because after the divorce, she and I stopped going places together,” Mom said.

“Maybe Dad’s new mother in law told her to choose.  It could be rather embarrassing almost like incest,” I suggested.

“It is nothing like incest,” Mom said.

“Sure it is, we are all kind of sharing daddy.  I know you and daddy still do it now and then,” I said.  I was just guessing, but it was a good guess.  When I was a kid I saw them doing the dirty several times.

“Well we don’t really plan it, those things just happen now and then, and I would prefer you not tell anyone,” she said.  She paused a moment the went on.  You said we.  You didn’t mean you had sex with your dad, did you?”

“We have never had sex, but we have talked about sex when I have been drinking with him,” I explained.

“Sylvia family relationships are complicated.  I’m not proud of my relationship with your dad, but it is something we can all live with,” Mom said.

“And does his new wife know?” I asked.

“I have no idea.  I certainly have not told her,” Mom said.

“Would you?” I asked.

“If she asked me I would yes, and your father knows that,” Mom said.

“Because you don’t want to cook, I am going to have to call a girl who graduated high school the year before me, mom.  That hardly seems fair.”

“I believe we can have a conversation without it getting all sarcastic,” Mom said.

“Okay Mom, set it up, but I will not go out drinking with them.  Dinner then we are home watching TV with a cup of hot chocolate.” I insisted.

“I will make that part of the deal,” she agreed.

“Also we meet them at the restaurant.  I want to be able to make a clean get away,” I demanded.

I took another shower and changed yet again.  I had clothes in the closet at mom’s so dressing in wool pants and a sweater was easy to arrange.  I looked presentable enough for a real restaurant, even though I hoped dad would not insist on a fancy one.

The restaurant was an upscale chain type thing.  I could manage to eat the food even though it was more plastic than I liked.  What I had problems with was Mom and Dad.  Since his new wife stayed home, they were acting like it was a date.   I had no idea what that made my part of it, but I could look the other way for them just so long.

“Tell you what mom, why don’t I take your car and head on home?  I’m awfully tired.  That way you two can stay and catch up.” I suggested.

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15 Responses to sylvia 9

  1. demitheus says:

    And the games go on

    • cindypress says:

      well to be honest I never did ti with two guys at once but I did it with a couple of guys who were hilarious as part of the sex. There is something appealing about that to me at least/

  2. jack says:

    Nice touch ,, Love it . Thanks

  3. garydan says:

    So….did anybody email “Countygreen@yahoo.com” for shits and giggles to see what you’d get. 🙂

    Loved the story BTW

  4. Walt says:

    Seems Simpson didn’t care too much for Silvia’s suspicions of the case without knowing what was in the DNA report. Professional jealousy maybe?
    Added the Allen Family names to the Cast

  5. Walt says:

    Oh I’ve seen their attitude already. They think she is merely a woman and shouldn’t be doing “men’s work” and she couldn’t have any smarts so why tell her anything. That’s how I see their treatment of her on the job.

  6. cindypress says:

    we have to endure more and be better just to be treated the same. And you never can be treated the same any more than all men were created equal.

  7. garydan says:

    LOL. Didn\’t try the email addy for some reason…must be getting gutless in my old age. I thought maybe Cindy had set us up & created an email addy with a surprise or two in it :-O

  8. cindypress says:

    yall are way more creative than me. But iot would be a hell of an idea.

  9. KO says:

    Love the added details, family dynamics and of course the sex. You do a great job, as far as I’m concerned, with all of the stories you’ve written! I for one could NEVER do that, even on my best days! So in a nutshell “ATTA GIRL” and keep up the good work!

  10. cindypress says:

    Thanks but I bet you all could do as well.

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