Adam felt a bit overwhelmed and tried to laugh. "My goodness! Whatever happened to that sweet demure Mastonesian girl I met just a couple of hours ago?"
"I'm still that girl, Adam. It's just that you're so ... you're so MAN ... ! I just can't seem to help myself, I'm with you for a little while and all I want is to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you!" She quickly undid her blouse, allowing her bounty to surge and spill forth nakedly.
"But, Gogo, I can't possible base a relationship on nothing but sex!"
She blinked in wonder, cocking her head. "Why not!?"
"Because ... well ... it doesn't fit in very neatly with life's responsibilities."
"Adam, I want you to know ... you can have me any way you want me. Anytime. Anywhere. I don't have any shame anymore, Adam. I don't have any decency anymore. All I want is to fuck your cock!"
Adam had to hand it to Joan. She had been right about this girl, about how deeply smitten she was -- and the hell of it was, she was so lovely, and so fantastically bosomy, and so squirming and eager, that he found it impossible to summon any self-control.
He did have a memory, though, and he had learned early in life how these impromptu fuckfests could go wrong, so he made sure to completely remove his pants and shirt and left them in the back, and then he was ready for Gogo.
The car rocked somewhat and began to fog up inside, which may have been why it was that within seconds of Gogo shrieking her third and biggest orgasm while Adam pulsed into her that a sharp tapping came at the window. What the fuck!? Adam wondered.
"I'm sorry," he said to Gogo, embarrassed for her nakedness as he hit the button and the window rolled down. It was a police officer with a flashlight.
"Is everything all right in there?"
What bullshit, thought Adam. A car is rocking, all fogged up, this girl is cumming her brains out -- and you pride yourself as a detective? "Ah ... this woman suddenly needed to be ... consoled, and reassured ... and I guess one thing led to another."
"Sir, I'm afraid this constitutes public lewdness."
Adam looked the officer over. She was pretty enough, even if her blonde hair was tied back rather severely under that cap, and even in spite of her uniform he could detect a very nice shapeliness. He hated to have to make an issue of his genetic status, but under the circumstances ...
"Wait, Officer, let me get my wallet. Gogo, get up ... Gogo!"
"Mmmmm," Gogo groaned, but she let him move around.
Adam got his wallet out of his discarded pants and held up a card. "I don't suppose this means anything." It was his medical insurance card, prominently identifying him as a too-male.
"Looks real ... !" she replied.
It took a moment for Adam to suspect that she was in fact looking past the card and checking out his exposed phallus.
"Wow ... !" the officer commented, handing the card back. "I guess you guys just can't help it, can you?"
"I really do try, and this really is unusual."
"Oh, don't worry." The officer grinned. "I can't go pressing any charges when this is obviously totally natural for you. I apologize for even interrupting."
"Thank you very much, Officer."
"Fitzpatrick," she specified, tapping her nameplate. "Listen, I want to be sure we police are understanding of your ... needs." Her hand idly rubbed Adam's as it rested on the door. "You ever need anything, I hope you'll remember to call up Fitzpatrick, you hear?"
"I'll remember."
Fitzpatrick winked at Gogo, then left.
Having had quite enough diversion for one evening, Adam at last arrived with Gogo for his date of the night and was intrigued to see Flora greet him in a French maid costume.
"Greetings, M'sieur Ziktor," she teased, then became reverently quiet as she got a good look at Gogo.
"Ah, Flora, this is my secretary, Gogo."
"Good evening, Miss Flora!" Gogo was spectacularly radiant with sexual euphoria, her hair still a bit wild.
Gina and Heather appeared, and were likewise impressed, if not intimidated, by Gogo. They decided to lead Gogo into the living room while Flora took Adam's coat.
"Go in and see for yourself, we remodeled it into a walk-in closet," said Flora.
"Very handy," said Adam, looking around.
"Sure is!" Flora shut the door behind her and pounced onto Adam, her arms around his shoulders. "Oh, Adam, I've been thinking about you all day! I know this is pushing it, with everyone right outside, but I'll just suck you off real quick, all right?"
She grabbed his crotch, then looked surprised.
"Adam ... ? Is anything wrong? I mean, usually I do something like this to you and pow, boinnnnngg, zowie, you're up and hard and ready for action! Are you feeling all right?"
"I'm ... a little tired. I've ... been busy."
Flora's nostrils flared. "Adam, you're usually so slick about this, but tonight you stink of sex!"
"I've had sex with my new secretary."
"So?"
"Twice."
Flora's eyebrows rose. "Twice? In how long?"
"The past few hours."
"Adam, for you that's as close as you ever get to real monogamy!" She pouted. "Miss Gigantic Juggs really fucked you dry tonight ... ?"
"The evening is young," he said hopefully.
"Huh." She let go of him. "Well, then. I suppose we ought to get out of here so that I can properly greet Miss Gigantic Juggs."
"her name is Gogo."
"I call them the way I see them," Flora mused, opening the closet door.
(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire) |