Chapter 3

On Monday, JJ looked forward to science class, as he was still partnered with Sally. However, when class started and they had to work together, Sally wouldn’t even look at him. When he talked to her she just gave simple yes or no answers.

He pulled close to the tall girl. “Sally, what’s going on?”

“I’ll talk to you later,” she whispered back through gritted teeth. JJ was confused.

After class he caught up to her in the hall. She pulled him into an alcove and slapped him hard across the face.

“You stay the fuck away from me, dweeb! I don’t know what you did to me, but you’re never touching me again.” Then as she turned away to leave she paused and turned back. “And if you knocked me up, I’m going to rip your fucking balls off.” Then she was gone.

JJ felt tears welling up, not just from the slap. She had jumped him! She had urged him to cum inside her! He thought that they were going to be friends with benefits, maybe even more, but now...

Then he realized: this was her plan all along; to get him to care about her, and what better way than to take his virginity? And then she ripped his heart out. His back slid down the wall as he sank to the floor. Bravo, Sally, bravo, he thought. Goddamn bitch slut!

“Carmen, how can I get out of here without the other agents seeing?” John Doe, the man unofficially called Casanova, asked the agent as she let him out of his cell.

Carmen thought for a moment, which was difficult for some reason. She just wanted Casanova to push her against the wall and fuck her wet pussy with his no doubt fantastic cock.

“This way.” She took him to her office, which had a special reinforced iron door that opened into a maintenance tunnel. That tunnel eventually connected to the subway system. She unlocked it.

Casanova was rummaging through the papers on top of her desk. “Where’s my file?” She pointed it out, and also helpfully grabbed a sealed envelope regarding him that someone must have put on her desk while she was on guard duty. Then he looked down at his orange jumpsuit. “Oh, and my clothes?” She retrieved the bag with his street clothes from a filing cabinet.

She wondered if Casanova would take her on her desk. She bent forward over it and suggestively waggled her voluptuous ass trapped by her tight slacks at him.

“Damn! Soon, but first we gotta beat feet. C’mon, Carmen.” Then they were out the door and running down the tunnel, hand in hand.

When JJ got home he was still miserable. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Sally had done to him. Ironically, thinking about the whole thing caused him to remember the pretty, tall girl atop him, riding his cock, and now he had an erection.

He closed the door to his room and pulled his penis out. Whatever else Sally had done, she had given JJ what amounted to probably years of “spank bank” material. He concentrated on the memory of Sally’s curvy naked body, her face scrunching up in pleasure as she orgasmed while he filled her up with his cum.

“Unhh! Mm!” He quickly grabbed a tissue to catch his ejaculation as his own orgasm came upon him. He then tossed the saturated tissue into his trash bin. Feeling a bit better, he left his room to go watch TV.

Casanova looked around the tree-lined park. The fugitive and agent were alone, and the sun was almost down. “Phew! Okay, Carmen, I think we’re probably safe. And I’ll bet your brain’s pretty pickled by now, huh?”

She turned to him with a silly grin on her face. “We gonna fuck now?” She removed her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Casanova said, and unzipped his jumpsuit. He was going to have to change into his street clothes anyway...

Carmen’s restrictive bra came into view as she removed her blouse. It looked uncomfortable to him. He reached forward and unfastened it with one hand, a skill he had mastered through repetition. Her large boobs sprang out. “Holy shit!” he remarked. He had seen a lot of breasts in his life, but Sandoval’s were the most impressive: a full C-, possibly D-cup, with no sag, light brown with large, darker brown, almost purplish nipples shaped like pencil erasers. He had to taste them.

As he dropped his mouth to one of her nipples, Carmen moaned. Finally! she thought to herself. They had been on the move for well over an hour, in close contact, and his scent permeated her awareness. She had to have him! She practically ripped her slacks off and pushed him back toward the swingset.

“Hmm...” he hummed amusedly, and sat on the highest swing, his hard cock pointing up. Carmen practically jumped into his lap, her legs slipping between the chains and his waist so that they were now behind him, and lined his dick up with her dripping pussy.

“Aahhh...” she moaned, easily slipping all of his cock inside her. He was of average size, barely six inches, but her pussy felt full. She hadn’t had sex in a while, instead preferring to concentrate on her career.

“Ohh yeah ... fuckin’ hot Puerto Rican pussy...” he moaned. Then he pulled his legs up and started to swing.

“Oh!” she gasped as he picked up speed. The swinging movement caused her clit to grind up against his groin, and then on the backswing his cock caressed parts of her pussy that were rarely touched. She was impressed at his sexual prowess, and leaned forward to kiss him.