Chapter 9

Charlie took little steps as he tentatively entered the bank and scanned the room, his fingers clutching the pillowcase tucked under his arm, his hands sweating inside the elastic surgical gloves. There were two employees at their desks plus tellers -- no security guard. His eyes darted from person to person as he walked to the far corner. He was sure they knew what he was up to and watching him. But no one even raised their head as his sneakers squeaked on the tiled floor. Standing outside the manager's office, Charlie took a deep breath, pulled his shoulders back, and entered. The man in a navy suit, pale blue tie, and white shirt looked up, pushing his horn-rimmed eyeglasses back up his long skinny nose.

"Can I help you?" he asked, looking annoyed. And then confusion spread over his face just before he said, "Come with me."

Charlie followed the man to the vault where he used a key to open a metal door in the wall. He removed the security camera tape and handed it to Charlie who dropped it into the pillowcase. Then they went out into the main part of the bank and the manager returned to his office as if Charlie wasn't there.

Charlie went to one employee and then the next. Each looked up and then immediately back down. They weren't ignoring a customer -- there was no customer! Finally, Charlie went to the closest teller and passed her the pillowcase. He glanced at the other tellers when they noticed her stuffing the money from her drawer into the pillowcase, but they quickly returned to work. After stopping at all the tellers, the pillowcase was full.

Charlie returned to the manager's office one last time and then, while Charlie left the bank with almost $100,000 in cash, the manager went into the vault and loaded a brand new tape.

Hugging the pillowcase full of money, Charlie sat on the bouncing city bus knowing it was the last time he was going to do that. He stared out the window watching people strolling or hurrying by. I can make any one of them do anything I want, he thought with a smirk. Anything! But soon he saw his destination and pulled the cord sounding his desire to stop. The bus swerved to the curb with a squeal and a whoosh from the air brakes. Charlie jumped from his seat and leapt the three steps to the sidewalk. He almost skipped down the street and into the car dealership.

It took a while for him to get a salesman to assist him, but finally one came over. He was looking at a red Mustang convertible with chrome wheels and white leather seats -- and a sound system he planned to blast.

"I'll take this one," he said to the salesman.

"Um, are your parents here?"

"No, why do we need them?"

"Well, um, can you qualify for a loan?"

"I'm paying cash."

"Cash?! Do you know how much this car costs?"

"Yeah, I see the price on the window. But since I'm paying cash I assume you'll do better than that."

"Yeah, but how can you pay cash?"

"Never mind that. What's your best price?"

The salesman quoted an amount and Charlie said, "It's a deal. I'll be right back. Where's your restroom?"

Charlie sat in a stall counting the money out very carefully. He stuffed it into his pockets and returned to the sales floor. The dubious salesman was shocked when they went to his desk and Charlie pulled a wad of bills out of his right pocket and placed it on the desk -- and then he did the same from his left pocket and then pulled money out of his back pocket. There was a lot of paperwork, but Charlie eventually left with a brand new Mustang. I'll have to make Mom and Dad think they gave me the car, he thought as he drove home with the top down, the wind blowing his hair -- and the radio blasting.

Instant panic set in when Charlie saw the flashing lights in his rearview mirror. Oh shit! he thought as he pulled to the curb.

"Where'd you get this car?" the policeman said standing next to Charlie, towering over him.

"I bought it."

"Yeah right. License and registration."

Charlie fished his license from his wallet and handed it to the policeman along with the temporary registration. The cop returned to his car and entered the data in his computer. Then he returned.

"Out of the car," the policeman said harshly.

"Is there something wrong?"

"So, you're a smartass."

"No, officer, I just--"

"Shut the fuck up! Who do you think you're talking to?"

Charlie turned red with rage and looked up at the policeman.

"Yes, I'm married. Yes, one ... a thirteen year old daughter. Okay, follow me."

The policeman handed Charlie back the papers and returned to his car. When he passed the Mustang, Charlie pulled into the road and drove behind him. In about 20 minutes the policeman pulled into the driveway of a modest house and Charlie pulled in alongside him. They entered the house together.

"Ron, what are you doing home?" a woman in her mid-thirties asked as she scurried towards the front door and then stopped.

Charlie stared at the woman's blonde ponytail slowly coming to rest. And then his eyes looked her up and down. Her long legs, unencumbered by tiny denim shorts, made her look taller than her 5'8", and the shirttails of her blouse tied under her breasts emphasized how large they were.

"Who's the boy?" the policeman's wife asked.

"He's ... uh..."

Charlie almost giggled at the perplexed expression on the cop's face. "He stopped me for speeding," Charlie said matter-of-factly.

"But why are you here?" The woman looked almost as confused as her husband, but then her expression changed -- to lust. "God you're cute."

"Sara! What are you fuckin' doing?!" the policeman yelled when his wife untied her shirttails and began unbuttoning her blouse.

She hesitated for only a moment, casting her husband a glance. But soon she undid all the buttons and tossed the garment to the side. Her naked tits were magnificent!

"Please, Sara, don't."

Again she glanced his way, but it didn't deter her. Unsnapping her shorts and lowering the zipper, she pushed them down her long legs. Her red panties molded her pussy nicely. She looked at her husband again, but her eyes were on Charlie when she slid the panties down and kicked them off.

"Why aren't you getting undressed?" she asked Charlie.

"Why should I undress?"

"So we can fuck."

"Sara!" the policeman shouted.

His wife tore her eyes away from Charlie long enough to tell her husband, "I'm sorry, but he's so hot. I can't help it."

When she looked back at Charlie, disappointment filled her face, and then she lunged at him, grabbing his belt and frantically pulling it open. With a smirk that would rival Satan's, Charlie stared at the policeman while the man's wife removed his clothes.

"C'mon, fuck me," the wife pleaded, spitting on her palm and fisting Charlie's cock vigorously. "I need you. I need you to fuck me."

"Sara, how could you?" the policeman said softly, his voice choking, a single tear rolling down one tanned, weather-beaten cheek."

"What are you complaining about? After all, you brought him here. You must have known how he'd turn me on. And since you're not trying to stop me, I guess you really want me to do it."

The policeman's body strained. He leaned towards his wife, but his feet didn't move. His face turned red and finally he slapped the side of his leg in frustration.

"Damn you, Sara, I don't want you to do this."

"Then stop me." Her hand paused, but then she giggled and began fisting Charlie's hard cock again. "That's what I thought. You do want me to do it, don't you? Well you're gonna get your wish 'cause I'm gonna fuck this boy." Then she looked up at Charlie. "You are gonna fuck me, aren't you?"

"Do you suck cock?"

"Of course."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

In an instant, the woman's mouth was on Charlie's cock.

"Oh, Sara, how could you?" the policeman whined.

His wife bobbed her head up and down a few times and then leaned back. While her fist slid up and down Charlie's saliva coated cock, she looked up at her husband and said, "How can I not. His cock tastes so good." And then she stuffed Charlie's cock back into her mouth, sucking and licking it like a nymphomaniac.

She was the most skilled cock-sucker Charlie had ever experienced and she was bringing him to a peak he hadn't expected. He put his hands on his hips and humped his pelvis to and fro. In no time he filled her mouth with semen.

Sara's eyes looked up at Charlie and she pulled her head back very slowly, dragging her lips along his cock until it slid from her mouth. A thin string of sperm clung to her lip as she pulled away, connected to Charlie's cock. When it snapped, she stood and took the few steps until she was standing in front of her husband. Opening her mouth slowly, she showed him the puddle of white gooey semen in her mouth. It started to overflow her bottom lip so she snapped her mouth shut and wiped her chin. Then she tilted her head back and gulped loudly. Opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out, flapping it at her husband, only remnants of the sticky substance could be seen.

"Bitch!" the policeman shouted. "Whore! Don't ever expect me to kiss you again."

Sara looked at Charlie as if he had spoken and then turned back to her husband. She grabbed the back of his head and got onto her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his. He struggled to turn his head but couldn't. Sara pushed her tongue against his tightly closed lips, and all of a sudden his mouth opened and her tongue met his. She rubbed her tongue all over his and then pulled back, licking his cheek once. The policeman spit on her face, and after she jumped back kept spitting on the ground. Sara slapped him hard, leaving a red handprint on his cheek.

"You asshole," she said. "You can't call me names. Who do you think you are? So you're not ever going to kiss me again, huh? Ha, well you just did, buster. And you even got to taste his cum." She wiped her face. "Spit on me, will you. You're gonna pay for that."

Turning to Charlie, she said, "Please fuck me. I'm dying for it."

"Are you wet?"

"Wet?! I've been wet since I saw you. I'm drooling." She stuck two fingers inside her pussy and thrust them in and out, and then held them up in front of Charlie's face. "Can't you see how wet I am?"

Turning to the policeman, Charlie said, "You don't mind if I fuck your wife, do you?" He snickered with the smirk he learned from Satan.

The policeman's face was red with rage and his whole body trembled. The muscles on his arms strained as he tried to lift them, but he could only tighten his hands into fists.

Charlie turned back to the policeman's wife. She was lying on her back, her knees up and apart, playing with her pussy. Only when Charlie dropped to his knees between her legs did she move her hands out of the way. She stared up at his face, hers filled with lust, her mouth open slightly, her breathing heavy. Her pink tongue appeared between her lips, just peeking out slightly. And then her eyes closed when she felt his cock enter her, followed by a long moan as he sunk in all the way.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me cum!"

Charlie looked over his shoulder at the policeman standing where he had left him, unable to move, groaning in mental anguish. Without taking his eyes off him, Charlie pulled out of the man's wife very slowly, paused, and then rammed his cock back in. The pain on the policeman's face intensified so Charlie did it again and again.

"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!" the woman screamed, causing Charlie to turn back to her.

Sara's face was contorted, her eyes closed, her mouth open. She pushed up at Charlie's cock, planting her feet firmly on the carpet. Her moans were interspersed with, "Fuck me!" and "Yes! Yes!" and "Harder, faster!"

Resting on his elbows, Charlie grabbed her large tits and squeezed.

"Yes, play with them! Play with my tits."

Charlie mauled them, squeezing them, sucking them, biting them, pulling on the nipples, tweaking and twisting the long nipples. All the while he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy.

Sara was screaming now, her voice echoing off the walls. "Fuck me! Do it! Do it hard! More! More! Harder! Play with my tits! Nipples too! Oh sweet Jesus, do it!"

Charlie sensed her before seeing her. Turning to his right, he saw a young girl standing in the doorway, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes wide. She was wearing a green plaid, pleated skirt that came almost to her knees and a white cotton blouse with green tie that was loose at the collar. Patent leather shoes covered her small feet and the white socks almost reached her knees. A pink book bag lay on the floor next to her.

The girl's eyes met Charlie's and then she shook her head and looked at her father and then her mother. "What's going on?"

Sara stopped fucking and turned to her daughter. "Oh god, Jenny!" She struggled to get out from under Charlie, but then suddenly stopped. She looked at her daughter and said, "Honey, please leave us alone. Go to your room."

"No! What are you doing? I mean, I know what you're doing but why? Dad, what's going on? This can't be happening. Oh god, I'm going crazy."

Sara was looking at her daughter, telling her to go to her room, but her lower body began moving again. She was talking to her 13-year-old daughter while fucking Charlie.

Charlie didn't have to turn to know the policeman was trying to speak, but he did anyway to see his face. It was worth it. Fresh tears streamed down the rugged face.

"No I won't!" the girl shouted. "I wanna know what's going on. Mom, how could you? Who is this guy? Dad, how can you let her do it? This is insane!" The girl's arms flew straight up and then slapped her sides when coming down. "Someone tell me right now!" she shouted, stamping her foot hard.

"Oh, baby, just leave," Sara whined. "Mommy needs this. Just go to your room."

"I will not! You're disgusting. You're not even stopping with me here. You slut! You slut!"

And then Sara's head rolled slowly, turning away from her daughter and facing up, her eyes closed. Her legs rose and locked around Charlie's back, gripping him tightly as she humped her hips up. She fucked him a few times and then groaned, her legs holding her ass off the floor, her body shaking.