Rock Her(12)

Kip reached up and took her bouncing tits in his hands and squeezed them tight as he violated her, and he felt her pussy lips clench around his cock. He knew she was about to cum. He only fucked her harder until he felt her juices flow around his swollen balls. Then as she reached orgasm, thrashing on the bed as Kip continued his jackhammer violation of her body. When she started to slow and relax, he let himself feel the throbbing hum in his cock, and he readied himself to aim his cock at her chest, to give her a bath in his love cream. At the last moment, he pulled out of her hot, throbbing pussy, expecting to coat her belly and tits. But Annie was also prepared, and she quickly sat up and placed her face in the line of fire, taking the brunt of his slick, warm cum in her open and waiting mouth. Some missed and glazed her cheeks and chin.

Holy shit, holy shit, she’s a keeper! Kip thought. And even as he thought it, he could not believe he had.

Kip had never thought of a girl as a keeper before. He made a mental note to give this some more thought at a later time. It wasn’t just the sex. It was everything about her.

Annie, spit her mouthful of Kip’s cum onto the floor. Then she pulled him onto the bed to lie beside her. “How long do you need?” She asked.

Kip looked at her, not understanding the question.

“To go again, how long do you need to recover?” She repeated herself.

“You want to go again?”

“I need to forget my problems. You have no idea how badly. One orgasm is not going to do the job tonight.”

Kips cock grew hard again at hearing that. He grabbed her hand and put it on his still stiffening dick.

“Oh, good. Put it in me!” Annie cried.

Kip rolled over and spread her legs wide with his hands and slipped his stiff meat in her already drenched pussy again. He plowed into her like that until he brought her off again. And then again. Before he finally shot his load a second time, Annie had cum 3 more times.

He collapsed on the bed next to her. Annie was well and fully reamed and did not move.

They lay side by side breathing hard for several minutes. Then Annie leaned over and kissed him.

“You know, I am spent,” she said, “but if you want to later you are more than welcome to you know. I’ll take whatever you want to do to me. I’m in a willing mood.”

Kip felt another pang in his cock when she said that. But he would need more time to recover from the last orgasm. “You know, I just might take you up on that offer.”

“Good,” Annie said. “And, Kip, I mean anything.”

Kip could not wait until his cock would obey again.



They both slept until two in the afternoon. Kip woke to the banging on the door again just as he had the day before. He knew it would be Jacky.

Fuck, Jacky! He thought. He slipped away from Annie, who still dozed, slipped on his PJ bottoms and he went to the door. He opened it and walked away, expecting Jack to walk in behind him. Jack didn’t follow.

He turned around and found two police officers standing there. Kip immediately looked down at his swollen shoulder with the deep cut prominent and scabbed.

“Kip Jones?” one of the cops said.

“Uh, yeah, that would be me.” Kip answered.

“I am afraid that we’re going to need you to answer some questions.”

Kip looked at them both and smiled. “Yeah, I’ve been getting a lot of that lately.”



Chapter Two



Kip paced the floor in front of the two officers. Kip was nervous, which was very unlike him. Annie stood aside and watched with curiosity. She hadn’t seen him the least bit nervous yet. And, frankly, she did not understand why this would have made him nervous at all. He got shot. He chose not to go to the hospital. She could think of no law against that. The shooter got away. There were plenty of witnesses to the event. She couldn’t see how Kip should be in any trouble at all. So why would this normally controlled, confident, remarkable man be nervous about being questioned by the two policemen? For his part, Kip knew this could bring his entire fabricated persona crashing down around him.

No, there would be no financial or legal ramifications, but Kip never worried about such things anyway. He was worried about his past coming to light, and so much pain and drama being revisited. He knew that there was no way he could lie while trying to explain his wound, which was clearly visible to the cops. All he could do was continue his carefree cockiness about the event. Like he had with Annie. Brush it off, as if it were no big deal. Which to him, it really wasn’t. But he knew from experience that cops were savvy, and would be hard pressed to believe such an attitude. But then, Kip was a rock star. He had that going for him.

Wait, what am I worrying about, here? Kip finally came to realize. Even of this doesn’t go well, I can afford to handle it. I can hire the best attorney’s in the world, and let them keep this whole affair tied up in court for the rest of my life, if that’s what it takes.