Pale Morning Light Ch. 03

"Mmm, very nice." she said. "Okay, dear brother, you'd better go. I'm going to clean up, and you don't want to be seen on the cameras outside leaving with me..."

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The sun was setting as the hotly rutting couple on the bed fucked passionately. Teddy Franklin groaned as he sank into the hot mature woman beneath him, enjoying her saucy body even more than the college women his age. Teddy had fucked some really beautiful women, but he found tremendous pleasure in the way older women fucked him back, really put out hard for him... like Benjamin Franklin had said, they seemed so grateful.

Phyllis was beneath Teddy, taking the young stud's huge cock balls-deep as he plunged into her again and again, her legs spread wide and in the air, hooked under the young man's strong arms. She was naked, wearing only high heel slides on her shapely feet. Only her gray pussy hair and some gray in the hair on her head gave away her age at over 60... most men thought she was in her early 50s at the oldest.

Teddy eased his slender, muscular frame down onto Phyllis, and his mouth nuzzled her neck, jaw and ear as he slid his hands under her and clutched the firm cheeks of her succulent ass. He began pounding harder and hard into the older woman, feeling the intense pain-pleasure of his climax building. For herself, Phyllis had come hard twice already, and just lay back and enjoyed being fucked by a young man as Teddy climbed her all the way.

"Oh, God damn! I'm going to fucking COME! AUUUGHHH!" Teddy gasped out as surges of pleasure coursed through his loins, coupled with a feeling of release and lassitude as spurts of hot semen fired deep into Phyllis's clutching womanhood. She grasped Teddy's hard asscheeks, massaging them as he pumped his full load into her. Finally, the young man was spent.

"Jeez..." Teddy gasped, letting his hands slide up under Phyllis's back, his mouth finding hers and giving her several warm, wet kisses, "I think... that was the best sex... I've every had... You are... one hot lady..."

"Mmmm..." Phyllis replied, kissing Teddy back, "you're... one hell of a stud, too... young man..." They cuddled and kissed for long minutes before Teddy finally rolled off of Phyllis's firm but mature body.

"Are you sure you want me to try to start dating that skank bitch Karen Warner?" Teddy asked. "She doesn't date men... she just fucks them and moves on to the next cock. She's absolutely insatiable."

"Yes, she is." said Phyllis. "And from the demonstration you just gave me, you're going to be more than capable of handling that slut, and untying the knot in her 'jade gate'. Now here's what I want you to do..."

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"Ohhhhhh, God," gasped Priya Ajmani, the sexy Indian KSTD reporterette, "that feels so fucking good! Nobody fucks me like you do, Todd... oh yessss..."

Todd was mounted on top of the Indian beauty, lying between her shapely, spread legs, shoving his huge cock into her with hard, deep strokes. Waves of pleasure washed over him. He loved fucking his wife and Teresa Croyle, and he'd loved fucking Melina in the past... but for sheer physical pleasure, Priya was about as hot and nasty a fuck as he'd ever had.

"Gonna come, baby." Todd gasp. "Gonna fill you up with my load, you hot fucking bitch!"

"Oh yes, come inside me Todd!" Priya gasped happily wrapping her brown legs tightly around the young stud's muscular white torso as he plowed her harder and harder. "Oh God! nobody fills me up like you do! Oh yeah, drive that big nasty cock balls deep into me and come! Give me your sperm!"

Todd suited his deed to her words. With a painful jolt, he shot his first huge wad deep into her pussy. His second spurt followed as he went balls deep, and he felt the heat of his semen leaking back along the sides of his shaft. He did not bottom out as more spurts followed, leaving plenty of semen deep inside her even as the back of his cockhead swept some of his jism back up and out of her well-fucked, spasming cunt.

He collapsed next to her and they spent a few minutes recovering. Snuggling into him, Priya tried to keep her voice sounding uncaring as she said "So, what juicy tidbits did you have for me? Besides the fact that you're the best fuck I've ever had?"

"This is on deep background at best." Todd said, remembering fully that he was talking to a reporter. "There are a couple of places you can investigate. One of them is a murder up near Lake Amengi-Nunagen. The FBI isn't really working very hard at it."

"Wasn't she just a prostitute?" Priya asked.

"Check it out and see." Todd said. "The second thing..." He paused.

"Is?" Priya asked expectantly as Todd turned to look into her dark eyes.

"Is something that is going to blow your fucking mind..."

Part 19 - Epilogue

At dawn on the morning of Saturday, February 28th, I was out in the back yard of the Mountain Nest, looking over the Town. Bowser was looking and sniffing around his territory, then he moved towards the back corner area to do his business.

I sat down on the metal bench on the patio and contemplated things. First, I genuinely had no idea if it was Cindy or Joanne that had beaten the shit out of Katherine Woodburn. Nothing more had been said by anyone about that. With the training Cindy had been giving Joanne, and both of them deeply angry over K-9 Sergeant Laika's death, either could've done it. I didn't know which one it was, and I didn't want to know.

Second was who had wanted Langdon to bring Elizabeth for the sex... or was it just a ruse to get her out of prison? Elizabeth didn't know who the 'client' was, but clearly the 'client' had an ulterior motive in those actions, and it wasn't just to fuck Elizabeth. Langdon had been manipulated, and Elizabeth was quickly out of jail and working with Karen Warner and others... something I needed to investigate much more closely.

Third, I had let Laura and Cindy and Tanya believe that their plan worked, that she had lured Skinny Beard in so that I could exterminate him and thus expiate my shame for my failure in the Black Widow case. That 'vitamin' that Cindy had brought me had not just been a vitamin... it had been an antidote in advance, and helped me fight off the effects of Skinny Beard's drug injection. And they thought I had no idea about any of that... tsk tsk, I thought to myself. Who do they think they are dealing with? Robert Brownlee? I laughed at my internal joke about that joke of a cop.

Of course that had been my wife's concocted plan, and it had also served to trick the DEA and others into showing their hands in their zeal to lay hands on those drugs. So we (meaning the FBI and CIA) now knew who might be corrupt within some Federal agencies on these matters. Beyond that, however, I still had to wonder why those drugs were considered so important, and if I should go ahead and destroy that last samples that I had hidden away.

And the funny thing was that even though Laura's last couple of schemes had not worked like she hoped, they would prove to be far, far more successful than she ever realized, and hopefully more than the 'real Moriarty' realized. But Laura's plan had nearly backfired, she had put herself at too much risk, and she had not considered that a greater mind was opposing hers, a greater mind that even the brilliant mind of the Deputy Director of the FBI didn't want to believe even existed.

Indeed... nobody but me seemed to be sure that such a great spider was at the center of a huge web of crime. No one knew who he was; they just knew of a 'Shadow Man' that lurked and worked with them without them knowing who he was or that he was working with anyone else. Only I had any idea, and it was a lonely job I had undertaken to try to defeat him. As the fire at The Cabin had shown, this man would stick at nothing. He would even throw his friends and partners under the bus to save himself. He was consummate Evil, personified.

I did have to admit, it felt much better knowing that I had avenged Pete Feeley by taking out the last of his killers. I could face his child and say that I had done my part to avenge his father's murder. But killing Skinny Beard did not bring Peter M. Feeley back, and it did not dismiss my shame and failure. I had much work to do before that vindication would come. The 'real Moriarty' would have to fall, and there was oh so much to do before that could happen.

Bowser trotted up and jumped onto the seat next to me and sat down, looking over the scene before us as I was doing. I reached my arm around him as he pressed his side into mine, and my hand scratched his chest as he liked me to do. Yes, Bowser, you and I have work still to do. We have these people to protect and serve, I thought as man and dog looked out over our Town in the pale morning light...

Finis... for now.