Short Subjects 01

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS

Reggie Brown walked down the stairs to the library basement and pushed open the door. The basement was the place the library stored government publications but mostly it was the place students went for casual sexual hook-ups. If you were down there it was assumed you were available.

Reggie heard Dolly before he saw her, and hesitated. She didn't see him from the nook. She was on hands and knees with a cock in her pussy and another cock in her mouth.

Reggie walked by Dolly and the guys, they ignored him, as he took a seat at a study table where he could watch them. Dolly Baker, 20 and a student at Sylvan Abbey College, was Reggie's wife. She told him she was coming to the library to study for finals with her friend, Liz.

But Reggie didn't believe her, waited a while after she left, and drove to the library to catch her, after fortifying his courage with a few drinks, first; here she was, too wasted to recognize him. He watched her till both guys unloaded in her and left. It was confirmation of his worst fear.

She lay on the floor for a while, as if stunned, then struggled to stand. But she was drunk and couldn't keep her balance, and reeled around, trying to pull the dress she held, on over her head. Then she giggled and tried stepping into the dress but couldn't steady herself.

She didn't see Reggie at first. She was naked, except for her thigh-high hose with a hole in one knee. Her white skin in sharp contrast against the gray steel stacks and file cabinets.

She stood, with one hand pressed against a column beside the little nook that half-hid her from view. She finally saw him. She lifted her haf-closed eyes and giggled, then let the dress fall away to the floor. Her long blonde hair swung across her face. Her lipstick was smeared down onto her chin and around her mouth. Semen dripped from her gash and the corners of her mouth. She wiped her arm across her face and cleaned it with her panties. Her hair was a mass of tangles, and wet with sweat.

"Howdy," she said with a soft slur after she remembered Reggie was looking at her. She took a step toward him, staggered back and leaned against the column. She aimed her body toward him. "Wait," she said. "Be a sweetie, come here and fix me, I'm a little drunk." She handed her bra to him.

"You're disgusting," Reggie said.

"And you look good to me, black boy; you want some? Huh?"

Reggie turned away to leave.

"Come on, don't be bashful, stay a while and lemme see that cock," she said.

"You don't even know who I am!" Reggie snarled.

"Mmmm, you look like mister good time to me," she said, getting down on her hands and knees, with the red dress trailing from one ankle, and began crawling to him. "Gimme some of that black cock, baby. I love a nice black cock." She moved close enough to Reggie to put her hand on his bulge. "Ooo, I think you like me, too." She tried to focus her eyes on him to pull his zipper down but had to feel her way along. When it was down she pulled his cock out and started to suck it. "Mmmm I'd love to strangle on this," she cooed. "I got a husband at home, you won't tell on me, will yuh?"

Reggie was so excited and drunk he erupted into her mouth quickly , spurted more on her face, and felt nauseous as she swallowed then licked her lips. He looked down at her, then put his hands around her neck.

In a few minutes she fell onto her back and lay there, still and staring up at him, her dress still snagged on the one foot.

Reggie pulled up his zipper after he got his package arranged, and left the basement. He stopped off for a beer, followed by a few whiskies, before he took off for home. He got about a mile before a cop pulled him over and took him to the county jail.

At the jail he called his mom to come bail him out. "Where in hell is your wife?" mom asked.

"She went out with her friends," Reggie replied.

"Reginald! I told you she wasn't nuthin but a tramp," mom said.

"Momma, let's don't get into that again," Reggie said. "Just get down here and get me out."

"What you in for?" Mom asked.

"DUI," Reggie said.

"Because of that sorry wife!" Mom insisted.

"Stop it momma, let it go and come get me," Reggie said.

"Sit tight, I'll be down as soon as I can," Mom said.

Two hours later mom and the bail bondsman appeared at the county jail and sprung Reggie.

"You get to bed when I get you home, and we'll go after your car when its light," Mom suggested. She dropped him off in front of the house.

"You don't wanna come inside for a minute?" Reggie asked.

"You know how I feel about your wife," Mom replied.

Reggie got out of the car. Dolly opened the front door and came outside.

"Oh Lord! I gotta go," Mom said as she pressed the gas pedal.

"Where have you been? I've been worried sick!" Dolly hugged him. "Why didn't you call! Or answer your phone!"

"You're s'posed to be at the library," he said.

"We went Christmas shopping instead," she replied.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

The party was too loud. You could smell pot from outside with no trouble at all. Lotsa drinking and pot smoking inside. The revelry spilled out of the house onto the porch and into the yard. College kids and faculty. Neighbors soon called the cops.

"Guy's! I can't hear either of you," Shelly said as she sat on a sofa between two guys she just met. They took turns getting her drinks and feeling her legs. "Stop that! I'm married!" But every drink delayed and dampened her protests. When one of the men suggested they find someplace quieter to talk, she said, "OK, but you gotta behave!" And they led her off to an upstairs bedroom, shut the door, and lay on the king size bed together.

After more drinks Shelly wasn't paying too much attention to the talk, and lay back enjoying the hand rubbing her thigh, and the hand softly squeezing her tit. She closed her eyes. The hand on her leg moved up to her gash to feel her camel toe throw the fabric, and the hand on her tit found its way inside her blouse and under her bra cup.

"You two are so bad, I told you to be nice," she whispered and spread her legs a little. She kissed one guy, then the other. The guy feeling her cunt unbuttoned her blouse all the way up, and she didn't resist when the guys pulled the blouse off.

Shelly was a plump blonde who taught at the community college these guys attended. One of them removed her glasses. The other lifted her bra off her tits to suck her nipple. She put her fingers in his hair as she traded spit with the other student. The guy sucking her tit and feeling her pussy slipped his hand inside her panties to finger-fuck her moist gash.

She vaguely heard a commotion downstairs, shouting and quarreling, but didn't pay too much attention to it until the bedroom door burst open and she heard her cop husband's voice. She immediately opened her eyes and jumped away from the students. "Don't you know enough manners to knock!" she yelled at her cop husband. "You act like we're doing dope or something!"

"Whore!" He sneered, and left.

"Who you calling a whore, asshole?" She protested. "Do I look like I'm fucking anyone? I don't think so! Come back here! I need to get dressed, guys' how's about a little privacy?"

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

The child porn squad, staffed by vice cops of three police departments, assembled at the state attorney's office to screen the video files they confiscated from the computer of a dirtbag named Ron Kampbell.

"OK guys, before we begin let's review the facts of the investigation. The Bay City Police Department got an anonymous call alleging that Ron Kampbell possessed several hundred child pornography files on his computer. But Mister Kampbell doesn't reside in Bay City's jurisdiction, so we contacted the Mineral Springs Police, they got search warrants, and went to Kampbell's residence to confiscate his computer.

"Next, our State Department of Law Enforcement Lab in Bay City collected all the files, and scrutinized them for the kiddie porn.

"Unfortunately no such files were discovered but Kampbell did have hundreds of files of adult porn he made with some local ladies. I thought you'd enjoy watching a few of them. The first one is interesting. Somebody kill the lights!"

The lights went out and the action began up on the super-size monitor. First to appear was a bald midget and an attractive blonde holding a transparent dry clean bag. She put the plastic bag over the midget, and he lay on the concrete floor, face up.

The blonde then removed her clothes and underthings, and stood, straddling the midget's head. "Ewwww!" The police investigators winced and groaned together. One of the detectives left the room.

"Hey Vince, that blonde looks a lot like your old lady," an anonymous voice observed. "I'm talking to you, Vince!"