Chapter 11 - Final Delivery
Why lie. I woke up slow. Awake in the dream, or dreaming awake. That no man's land. Warm enough that its no detriment to be fully under those covers. I closed my eyes and snuggled back in, more than once. Szarabjorna's warm naked body radiating human warmth and comfort under those same covers is no small bait. I'm allowed, encouraged even to enjoy this. Why ask why.
I still ask why. I can't help it. Its in my nature, to question the nature of things. I once had to learn, to be taught... to pull the trigger. To just sense the perfect moment, and trust my instincts. Pounce, with all available wherewithal. I won't say it comes natural to me. Because it doesn't. Right this second, all I know is this. One of the girls of my dreams, wants me right now and for the foreseeable future. Shut the fuck up, smile, and enjoy this as long as you can get out of it.
The why, though. Whatever happened, its now between Merry my wife and Szarabjorna. Did JR cheat on her. She's going to do this back. Doesn't feel right. She's awash in approaching forty year old hormones, and demands this? I'll find out. Z had rotated her fetal position around. Her back to me, but she was in a somewhat diagonal position relative to the bed rectangle. I swam in slow motion under the covers, and let her bum and feet come to rest on my abdomen. A human foot stool, and... bum stool? Fine.
"Hey, you. What are you doing, down there. You some kind of pervert, or what."
"You want me to be... say something."
We both fell back asleep. I woke up to her stretching. Her strong legs and that sudden push, sent me skidding slow.
"Hey!"
"Oh, my, god. Honey, I..."
"Its fine..."
"Aw, get up here. You poor baby. Kicked out of bed, for being so sweet. Shh."
We woke up late. I think she was coherent first. Call it my hunch.
"Hey. Mister, mister. You wondering how today goes. Hmm."
"Sure."
"I'm going to tease you. But, nothing doing. Until? Twenty-four hours, and its morning. You see. Morning? A guy's hormones, they peak. And that, is when we're going to fuck. And not until."
"Okay. You want a, big finish."
"Oh, you have no idea."
"Guess I'll find out."
"You will."
I got a sweet little kiss. I all but worshiped her, for the shower. When we were done, what can you even do around here, least of all now. Diner. I escorted my prize girl to the local diner, yet again. A couple days, and I'm getting like a local. Going native. I could stand it. Stuck in time somehow. Stuck here, with Zar. It would be fine, and I would accept my fate with a smile. We hit the diner for lunch, though we usually hit it for breakfast.
Cell phones were down, at least out here. It might warm up some today, with warm being around twenty Fahrenheit if we got that lucky. Small flakes resumed, but after all the deep snow that was small potatoes. Thank god for CB and tow truck drivers liking it, I got a little update from Pounder's Pullouts. Him and his girlfriend go out on ever longer back-road loops, looking for clients that need yanked out. They know the roads, they know what they're looking for. No news is good news sometimes, but right now it just keeps me in limbo.
Am I missing the forest for the trees, somehow with all this. Its always possible. I keep trying to imagine what that would even look like. My worst case scenario, is that the guy isn't even here and I'm looking for a ghost. Or looking in the complete wrong area. I got a good location, though. Its one of my given assumptions. The best location information that money can buy.
"What do you think, Z."
"About the car wreck?"
"Yeah."
"I don't really get an opinion on that, I don't think. Unless video editing helps, you're on your own. I really don't know anything about missing cars, Panic."
"Neither do I, judging by my results. Christ. I hired a drunk guy, because he knows what he's doing."
Zar drummed her fingers on her chin.
"How do you know when there's no car to find."
"Hmm. You don't. That, there's a law on that."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Its impossible, to disprove a negative."
"I'll have to just take your word on that one."
"Its an easier concept, than it sounds like. Take a murder, for instance. Its possible to prove a murder took place. You find a body. Or, just a pool of blood. But, you show its enough blood, the person had to have died as a result of blood loss. Maybe you can locate a murder weapon. Test that, prove that knife was in the victim. Don't lose track, though. This is all about... something happened? And you can prove, a positive."
"With you so far."
"Now. How would you go about proving, that a murder didn't take place. That? Is impossible. You can't disprove, a negative. Its a rule."
"So if there's no car to find, its impossible to prove it didn't get lost here."
I didn't like the way that sounded. I made a sour little face.
"Yeah. So no matter what I do, I always have to try to be proving something happened. Or I have no chance, investigating."
"Question, Panic."
"Shoot."
"What if, there is no car to find. How do you know when to..."
"No one knows. I mean, if I stay here for a whole year. Through spring and summer and fall. And hike all over creation. And still find nothing? Its starting to look like the car's not here. But remember. Its still possible. It just gets less likely."
"We won't stay here a whole year, that's silly."
"No. We won't."
She cocked her head at me.
"How long is long enough, though."
I sighed, and shrugged back at her.
"No way to tell. That's what management is for. When JR and Mike say pull out, not looking like anything's going to happen. That's when."
"I guess I thought it would be more scientific than that."
"Well, its not. Sorry to disappoint you."
I related the story of that tracking dog I saw on that documentary that one time. How the dog went until it was falling over, and still scratching at the ground. Trying to pull the handler on a line away from where they were putting an end to the search. The bittersweet non-victory that the little girl's body was located on that bearing line, but they had no way to know that. Dog was close to killing itself trying.
Zar nodded like a sage.
"I get it. You don't want the car to be found nearby. When the handlers make the dog quit scratching the ground."
"Well, I don't. But keep in mind. I don't have a scent, either."
Z shrugged and grinned.
"You have Pounder, and his girlfriend. That's something."
"Yeah..."
I trailed off in speech, thinking. Its just an idea, its not the solution.
"Zar?"
"Hmm."
"Would you pass me the salt."
"Sure, it---"
She glanced around. Pepper shaker right there, but no salt in sight.
"I don't see it."
"Keep looking, though."
I'm moving my little leather netbook satchel around. What she's using for a purse, she's moving around. We're looking. I'm helping her look.
"I don't think we have a salt shaker."
"Zar, everybody has a salt shaker. Look. They do, they do. Look, they have two of them."
"Do they?"
It took her a few seconds to notice the salt shaker was next to the pepper. Where it belonged.
"Hey. You did that."
"Well? Prove it."
I watched her eyebrows furrow into it.
"Am, I doing a negative? Trying."
She's looking me in the eye. Too easy. I palmed the salt shaker again. I gestured down with my chin a couple times, to give her the idea to look.
"If I kept the salt shaker, and didn't put it back? Yeah. You would think you were trying to disprove a negative."
"Your little games, like that. They're so simple, but..."
"They work, don't they."
Zar nodded yes.
"The game, works like this. You just know, there's supposed to be a salt shaker, and a pepper shaker. You assume it. You'll keep looking longer, just because you know the salt shaker should be here."
I showed her how I slid my hand around the salt shaker, and voila. It disappears. How as I move my satchel around helping her look? I'm waving it in her face the whole time.
"Now. Zar, stop. Keep your scorecard updated. You're all busy, looking for the salt shaker. Where you know it should be. But, you're never going to find it. Are you."
She pointed to my hand hiding the salt shaker.
"Ah. But remember. You don't know that. The first time I played it on you? You didn't suspect anything. So, where did you keep looking. Show me."
She stared down at the table again.
"Now Zar. You're a seasoned investigator. When do you finally quit looking at the table. Tell me."
"Well, not until I start to think... I might be doing the negative thing."
"Correct. Its the only legitimate way to get bored and move on."
"And, I notice you just keep the salt shaker and do what you want with it. After I get bored and leave, I mean."
I held the little salt shaker aloft in my open palm. I guess I would.
"Notice where you looked for the salt shaker, when it wasn't where it was supposed to be. On the table."
She made a dramatic show of looking down in scanning arcs across the floor around the table.
"Which is like me, looking for where the car goes off the road."
She leaned her chin on her elbow and hand supporting it, drumming her fingers on the table.
"I notice something else, Zar."
"What's that."
"After a couple days, it gets easier and easier. To get to the point I think I'm trying to disprove a negative, looking for something that's not here. Which is the only thing, that would make me think I should quit. Which, is what's happening. Right now."
"You think you're being made a fool of."
"I think its a possibility. And, its pointless to try to prove a negative. To prove something didn't happen. Instead, I'd be trying to prove something that did happen. It has a chance, to be productive."
"Okay. So how do you do that."
"Said I had the idea. Didn't say, I knew how to go about it."
We got our double cheeseburgers with french fries and mashed potatoes. We gabbed about everything under the sun in our little corner booth and its relative privacy. We stuck around and made our booth our own. With nothing else to go on, I took the hard drive out of the security setup here I had purchased. Typical case, the drive just keeps recording over top of itself. You have months of coverage. What shits the bed is your ability to control it and burn off DVDs of what you find interesting. Plugged in like any other data drive though, its just a big video file. Massive, really.
"Did you make a copy to preserve your source?"
There's another forest for the trees scenario. Zar isn't dead weight. She has a video editing and production business.
"Yeah. JR is the expert here."
Zar got her twinkle on I enjoy so much.
"When you get a hold of him, yeah. Until then... why play with a file that huge. Over-writing itself. Split that puppy in two. Then each half in two. Make it manageable."
She got her netbook out now.
"Copy the parts one at a time onto mine. What are we looking for."
"Like I know. Something to do, really. I wouldn't mind, putting eyes on my guy. Maybe seeing his car out front, across the road. I don't expect much, but then I can look before and after."
Opening huge video files still bogged the little netbooks down something fierce. Var got frustrated.
"Oh, for Christ's sake. Can I go one percent on this file?"
"What's that."
"That's video editing 101. If you bog down, opening up? Split the file up. Junior wrote me a little thing, that chops up the big video file, into one hundred segments. We can do those one at a time? A lot faster."
"A script. You have that."
"Yeah. I fool around at home sometimes. There. Its that thing, there."
We had milkshakes while the little netbook chugged away. Took time for it to show a new folder, with one hundred video files inside it. It only took a minute to open each one up now, though it was still sluggish. Date and time led us to the one we needed. When it was looking like he would be in the middle of the one video, she split that one into a hundred segments. Those were easy to open and look through, being that much smaller.
Over an hour later, I got to rest eyes on my objective. I already had an eyewitness that really nailed him cold, but it was another dot on the I to have proof the guy had been here. I'm not really getting much. Yeah, its him. I got his drivers license picture, I have a make of his car. Its him. Its no help though, because its where he goes and what happens to him after this, that concerns me.
With nothing else to do, me and Zar burned time looking before and after his appearance on video. Longer back and forwards, each time. Nothing special jumped out. I watched her make a little face, pointing at the screen.
"What."
"Oh, nothing. One of those plow trucks, that's all. Not, my favorite people right now."
"I understand. I'm not the biggest fan either, right now."
"Like I'd mind seeing him get tuned up some."
"Zar, may I remind you. The guy probably doesn't even know. They have visibility issues. You heard Pounder talking about that."
"Still doesn't mean I have to like it."
I took over watching hers, then I got into conversation and almost didn't notice it. Am I on fast forward? No, I'm not. Regular speed. Did I bump the slider, not by far if I even did, the time code isn't that far ahead. I poked around rewinding and playing. Wait a minute. The big state plow truck that goes by, isn't that long after he leaves. I had been calling it "his" plow truck, as in maybe that's the one that nailed him, and Pounder later liberated him from over the hill.
Funny. Rewinding fast, I thought that was in another spot. I have markers with notes laid down. The guy before and after. I put one by the plow truck before, then after. Moving around, I was looking at the plow truck again. In the wrong spot. The plow truck goes by twice. No, it goes by before the guy first shows up. Then twice more. Once right after he leaves, then a little while later on.
Are there that many big state plow trucks around? I was noticing some kind of a rough twelve to sixteen hour wait, between appearances. Any two of these could easily be the same plow truck, and it probably is. Guy's making a loop, and double clearing an essential local road, perhaps.
I get basic leg work out of being here at the diner. Very basic, but its still documentation. The cop I met before, I'll bullshit with him a little bit. Any local cop is plugged into the local crew of everything. Ambulance, fire, other police departments and agencies. Nothing. There goes that trying to disprove a negative feeling again. All routine instincts and rules of thumb, indicate to pinch this off. Nothing to find here.
An old proverb just popped into my mind. Out of a hundred men sharing leadership, it would be rare that all one hundred of them thought the exact same way. But if they all did? It would be wise to plan for the exact opposite thing. The moral is, that you probably are planning for an eventuality that will never occur.
Planning for a possibility that never comes to happen? There's no down side. Loss of resources, and not much else. Busy work. But just in case everyone got fooled, you're still prepared. You had that one guy, playing what if. This is all wild conjecture, and a loose sort of connecting some dots that really might not exist. But at least I'm trying to prove something. I'm not spinning my wheels trying to disprove a negative. I mean, if I'm going to spin my wheels anyways? I might as well spin them in both directions. Try anything.
The extended time afforded me the opportunity to just enjoy being with Zar. Yes, that way. Knowing it, is different. Its a boost to your ego and everything else. There's no better source of positive energy, than comes out of physical love that's got full emotional investment, too. Like a mobile office, Pounder and his girlfriend came in. Nothing to report. My hundred dollars a day diesel fee defrays his own out of pocket diesel he has to pay for anyways. He admits a little guilt from encountering several paying jobs with me helping fund him. But he laughed and claimed he would get over it quick. I slipped him an extra two hundred to keep him on what I think of as documentation. He can put colored lines to roads on his towing GPS package. I can copy them at the end, if I want to.
We killed some more time, then started discussing dinner. While we were waiting, I gave her my take on things. How I was trying to force the wild ass theory, just because what made perfect sense wasn't getting me anywhere.
"Oh. You're pretending someone pulled a fast one. So you have some idea where to look for that. Just in case."
"More or less."
"What are you looking at."
"Mm. I keep looking at these plow trucks."
"For what. Be a while before the food comes."
"I'm trying to prove that I'm looking at different plow trucks. Or, that I'm looking at the same one three times. Not sure how to do it, without plates. These things would be identical."
"Well. When you get sick of it, let me try. You sound like you're talking about continuity."
"Huh?"
"You run across this in video editing, but in video production? You try to kill it at the source. Not in editing. You have enough to do, editing. One less thing."
"What's continuity. This sounds like another granularity lecture."
"Yes. Granularity, is just what we call assigning a time lapse between individual sets of frames. A thousand segments, instead a hundred segments? More granularity. And in this case, continuity. It can be big things, that anyone will eventually catch. You're watching a movie. The character walks in, its daytime. They walk out ten seconds later? Getting dark. That's a lapse in continuity. You find little things in editing. Like, the pencil is the wrong way on the nightstand. Any decent size video shoot? Has a dedicated continuity worker. Its their job, to take digital pictures of everything, to get the pencils lined up the same way. They're good at their job. You can build another set, dress the actors, and get that pencil pointing the right direction? In another country."
"Okay. You can see where I flagged the plow going by. You sound like the expert. Find me proof those are the same trucks, or different trucks. Doesn't get me anything, just trying to be thorough."
She set about looking. Slowing down and speeding up, backward and forward at different rates.
"See, you look at everything. Its little details. I tend to watch the outlines."
She sat and got absorbed looking for anything to pin the trucks down for me.
"Hmm. Here's something."
She scooted the netbook around so we could both share seeing it.
"See it?"
"I saw, three plows go past. One after the other."
"I did too. But, watch the first one."
She tapped the space-bar and a frame at a time went by in time with her index finger touching it.
"Right, there."
"What."
"I don't know what the real name is. I call it a speckle. I'm not sure if its technically an artifact, or not. Because, t---"
"Speckle."
"Yeah. Look at that black dot. You see it more right there. But if you go slow, its there on every frame as it goes by."
"What is it. Dirt."
"Its on the outline, of that exhaust pipe shiny thing. I'd guess, its a tiny dent."
"Why."
"Leading edge, if you look. Anything hits, it'll be on the leading edge outline. Also? Little dents on shiny things, show up illumination like nobody's business. It makes a weird tiny curved mirror, and one of those curves? Is guaranteed to catch any light. And you get speckles."
"And the other two?"
She scanned them some more.
"I don't notice that speckle, on the other two."
"Does that mean its not there."
"Maybe. But it could also be lighting. I mean, its only twenty minutes, say ten minutes from one to two, from two to three. Is the angle of the sun moving that much? Not sure."
"So, it could be a different truck the first time."
"Its possible."
"Which makes the next two trucks, possibly the same truck?"
"Mm..."
Scanning time.
"Could be. And don't take any of this and write it down, in any of your little reports. This is just, I'm trying."
"And that's good enough. Hmm."
I sat and ruminated.
"I know this, though."
"What."
"If anyone is trying to pull a fast one. Getting a big yellow plow truck and a diesel gas card. You'd drive around, and be invisible. What would you even say. Officer? I saw a big yellow truck. With blinking lights on it. Tell me one thing, about any plow truck driver, that you ever once saw. Go on."
She shrugged. She couldn't.
Over time, it gets late. Its in reality not that late, but the sun goes down early in winter. It can make it seem as if its later than it is. I also get a never ending stream of smiles, grins, eye contact, bumps of the boot with that knowing look. Nothing much going on here. Back at our home base, though. Magical things can happen there. Sorcery is possible. This must be what it feels like to be on a honeymoon. I had rather planned on being teased, but the only tease is her presence.
As I get closer to leaving, I realize something. Every faculty I have is turning toward her and the promised thing coming for me. I'm hoping to get told "why" before during or after the sexual activity, but I have to be honest. The sexual component is all I care about. I'm being played like a fiddle. At least I know it and I can enjoy it. Mother Nature's tunnel vision has been activated. All else is background on this girl, she's the foreground. For now, she's all there is in my little world. The only real object, the only genuine item. The gem.
I engage in a sort of willing forest for the trees scenario. With only hours to go now, I'm watching the clock. Anticipating. As if I could get anything done on any other subject. She knows my stare, and I know that grin. I'm coming under her spell now. Any article of clothing seems sexy on her in some way now. Any hint of bare skin screams for my eye's attention. Poke head and arm holes in a burlap potato sack and tug it down over her naked form. Wow, why doesn't every girl look this good.
Back at home base my stares continued as did her grins back. I'm mesmerized. I'm a creature of words. When Zar tugged her finger back at me after a card game of five hundred she had just won, it pulled me along and my feet moved of almost their own accord. Its like gravity. Soaping and lathering her, cleaning every inch of her with my own hands. The baby oil rubdown after, and the light final rinse and pat dry. Her natural scent now is like perfume. Her baby oil has a heavy scent. Vanilla, she has to have picked it for me. Vanilla is my favorite in about everything.
All she wants to be dressed in now are first panties, then zipped up in the winter insulated suit. I've got several hours to go, going by her words and the clock. Her hands and feet are like the rest of her. Something almost flawless. Merry is a dark skinned Italian brunette. Her "winter pale" looks like a mild tan to me. Zar gets smooth and tan easy in spring sunshine, but she still fades to a pale winter beauty. Its a novelty, from Merry. With nothing else other than face showing, her bare feet and hands dragged my attention.
This might be it, and a couple hours early to boot. She leans back, on covers and pillows and winter sleeping bag. I could die when she unzips the insulation suit all the way, nice and slow. A little wiggle, so I can notice her small perky tits and her underwear. She can drop out of that thing and be in nothing but panties any second she feels like it.
"So. I owe you an explanation. And better yet, I'm allowed to give it to you. So, if you're interested... unzip, like I did. And, just lay down next to me here. I won't bite. Not yet, anyways."
How could I not comply.
"You want to guess, what's going on? This ought to be a good one."
I just shook my head no.
"No, Zar. Just tell me how it is."
Z took a little speech break before continuing. A dramatic little pause.
"Panic. You're the father, of my son. We never had his hair officially tested, but... he's a couple years old, and he reads. Everyone knows, its not a secret. And its fine. Its like me and JR have our own kid. But while I can, I got to thinking. Why not hurry up and then your son could have a little brother or sister. So, me and Junior decided to have another kid while we could."
"Congratulations, I guess. I think that's nice."
"Panic."
"Yeah, Zar."
"Look at my belly. I look fucking pregnant to you?"
She didn't. As long as I've known her, she tends to have a hint of thin abs. I get to stare at her tummy and pantie lines, though. I'll take what I can get.
"Its been a while. We tried, we keep trying. Trust me, here. Nothing."
She pointed to her general hips area for emphasis.
"So. You go to a doctor, make sure things are okay. Its not expensive. First thing they do, is check the sperm."
"JR had to jack off."
"Oh, yeah. Then they tested his sperm."
"How did he do."
"This doesn't leave this room. You, will promise me right here, right now. No teasing him, like you guys do. Not about this. Promise me."
"I swear."
"His sperm count, is impressive."
"Good for him."
"But there's a test called, motility."
"The hell is that."
She giggled.
"I was curious. That's a scientific measurement, of how fast the sperm wiggles and swims. To be blunt about it? Apparently, Junior's sperm is, well... lazy."
"I didn't say a word, Zar."
She smiled.
"Nor will you, ever. Anyways. There's other things. But, they're expensive. And they don't always work right away. Which brings us around, to you."
"Me."
"Yeah. When I was still with you and Merry? I was so happy. You have no idea. Things were just like they were, in the old days. Back then, none of us knew Merry wouldn't be able to make babies. But I can. And I was very happy, to give you and Merry a child."
"It was the greatest gift, ever."
"Thank you. But be that as it may. Use your head here, Panic. I decided to get pregnant with you and Merry, and a couple several months later, bang. There I am. No trouble at all. Why waste potentially hundreds of thousands of dollars on stuff that might not work, when... I got something that works just fine, ready to go."
She paused again.
"Hell. It'll be his real sister or little brother. Same mom and dad. So you see, it makes perfect sense. Now then. Moving right along. Do you know what the rhythm method is, Panic."
"Isn't that a self help course to teach white boys how to dance?"
"Funny, but no. Its a woman trying to get a hold of figuring out when she's ovulating. Naturally, me and JR were tracking my rhythm method. He bought me a cheap Chinese computer watch, that tracks my temperature and logs it. Day and night. The idea is, that a woman has a very slight fever, for a couple days. Once you can spot that and see it and predict it? There you go. I know when I'm in heat. To almost the day."
"Really."
I got her own leer back now. Readjusting the unzipped thermal suit, so show off what she could.
"Yep. Are you curious, exactly when I go into heat next."
"Fair question."
"Right about now, Panic."
"What?"
"This trip? Was too perfect. Now then. Lets go over the game plan."
"Game plan..."
"Exactly how you're gonna fuck me, silly. Got a problem with me telling you?"
"None."
"Good. I'm sure you remember what me and Merry nicknamed, the baby-maker position. You seemed to like it, as I recall."
"Did I ever. You're legs up and over your shoulders. Fast and hard. Push in tight and seal up, and hold it when I squirt off. Its the perfect quickie, and I don't have to pull out, that's so cheap. I loved it."
"Well. Go figure final delivery, will be in the baby-maker position. Nice and tight."
What was the sound of that I just heard.
"Final, delivery?"
"Lets go over the basics, of the female anatomy. I'm sure we both know about my clit and that hallway. At the end of that fun hallway you enjoy so much? There's a little hole. You can just hit it. Before final delivery, I expect you to fuck me so hard and fast that I cry. You beat my pussy up with your cock, and you hurt that back end and bottom out. You know the drill."
"Like I said, Z. What's not for me to enjoy."
"There's more."
Damn.
"I knew there had to be a catch. What's the catch."
"Funny you should say, catch. But I have, as I said, a plan. The idea, is that a certain amount of sperm is supposed to get shot into that hole at the end of that hallway. That's where one sperm, hopefully, gets to fuck my egg. More, is better. I'm going to get final delivery? Of at least two, if not three payloads at once."
I counted to three all slow, on my fingers for her benefit.
"Oh, yeah. By my calculations, two or three out of you is perfectly reasonable. I mean, we used to fuck. And I mean all the time. When did you ever not get off twice, if we had time. I mean, like I'll have any problem getting two out of you. Two, is a guarantee. I figure I can maybe sneak in load number three. The bonus round. Get it? The bone, us, round."
"I get it. Very cute."
"Thank you. Now. Take your cock out. I want to show you something."
"I thought you'd never ask."
"Lay still. This is a medical demonstration, only. I had to study the male anatomy, too. For instance. Will you lose those boxer briefs already?"
They disappeared.
"Now then. Notice how you're erect. But watch."
Zar took her index and second finger together, and pushed with the combined tips a little firm right on my taint. She pushed and let off a couple times, to show me the little size increase my rod did in time with her pushing.
"Everyone thinks everything is done in the balls, but that's a small component. That thing, is clearly like a little squeeze pump, hooked up to your equipment. Its obvious."
She pushed several times, to show it.
"Now then. That's just the outer edge of the little pump in there. And here..."
I wiggled, as she with confidence reached up and in somewhat. Not into my asshole, but her fingertips landed just shy. I tensed and started. She nudged around and showed me.
"Feel that? Its the rest of it. And now that I know where it is..."
She sort of played with it. It generated a dull ache that was uncomfortable but didn't hurt somehow.
"Anyways. I expect you to not be a complete baby about me doing that. When you finally deliver the final payload? I'm going to milk you out from the back end. And before you give me any static? Not, my first rodeo doing this. I can tell you it gets quite routine. Just trust me."
"Okay. Whatever you want."
"Well. Last thing."
A large ring was a thick flat clamp with a fine threaded key that tightened it. She made sure I was fully erect with a few halfhearted swipes of her feminine warm hands. She shoved the loose ring down and started to snug it up, cranking the key slow until it was a sliding fit. Nervous, I pulsed that tiny bit bigger. She dove those two strong fingers into my nether region and compressed it. The dull ache that didn't hurt, was another little squirt up in size for my manhood.
She held it in quite firm, then she shushed me while cranking the key down. When I squealed out in pain and fear, it only bought me a neck biting attack that she knows renders me down to warm putty. Shushed and bit with panting moisture laden breath, she found just shy of real pain for tightness. I had wondered why she had ordered me to go pee not long ago, now I knew why. Trapped at full engorgement, she bopped it a few times.
"And that? Can't go off. The rules, are simple. Whatever it takes to keep getting you off? Is what is takes to keep getting you off."
She blew on the tip. Hot moist air that I could feel make me cringe in anticipation.
"What do you think. Care to file a flight plan. For your trip around the world."
"More than you know, Z."
"Be gentle with my ass, would you. Gimme that first quickie, get it over with. You can have my pussy and my mouth, in any order you want."
"Hmm. I remember when you did around the world, plus one. Ass, pussy, mouth, hand-job."
"And I still do. But the simple facts are. Do you really think you can store up four, before you explode? Be serious. Honestly, two is fine. And three, would be fantastic."
Such was my fate. It took a couple hours. To say we got vocal, was an understatement. She wiped some vanilla baby oil on me where it counted the most. Her tight little squirming ass was untouched but for several slow deep strokes. It was over in seconds.
Nothing came out.
I was now over stimulated. She cleaned me off with her used panties laying nearby, and went to oral work. That infallible hand mouth combo. Overstimulated, that second round had me a hot squealing and writhing mess. By the time I saw she was intent on saving her warm slit for last, I was doomed. I could do little but clutch around and onto her. By the time she got her unstoppable third performance out of me, I thought I was having a seizure. I thought I'd have a heart attack.
It bought me a finish line, at long last. Legs up and back. Cradling her helpless. I know what's expected now. Fuck her until she cries and squeals and begs. Then really put it to her. Beat the back end up, bottoming out with authority.
She took two or three fingers and made me grunt with her firm pressure on my internal sack. I was clutched tight with a seal that got a hissed moan out of her. Crying as she let the key with fine thread out. It was no normal orgasm, by far. The entire system was loaded up with three payloads backed up. Under pressure. My squirts were all initial giant blobs under squirting pressure. But, the initial squirts continued. Each of what would under normal circumstances have been smaller and smaller squirts that petered out, continued the initial verve. The dull ache from the heavy pressure she put on my internal love sack now showed its true purpose. As my last feeble squirt ended, it gave up and drained out in time with her manual depression.
I felt like my ass and balls had been vacuumed inside out, and I was spent and wasted. I collapsed in a head swirling dizzy spin. Mewling into her neck, incapable of coherent speech. She'll stay in this baby-maker position, I remember that much. I'm to keep my seal, until it withers beyond purpose. Her eye contact and wiggles prolong it. Any movement is overstimulated sweet agony. Z hissed her fervent approval into my neck and ear.
"Oh, yeah. I felt it. All, at, once."
We both were slow to regain the power of somewhat normal speech. She panted into my neck first.
"Ah. So, do you wonder how much."
I went for ultra serious.
"I'll pay anything you ask for, honey."
I got to feel her magical laughter hot and moist in my neck. I laughed easy with her.
"Good one. But I meant, how much... stuff came out."
"Now that you mention it, you do this all the time, you said so."
"Yeah. God bless, the internet. You know. Well, I was curious. I'll say this much. It... is nothing like a regular one. Not, at, all. It never quits, then... that squeeze at the end, when you were tearing at the covers? It just dumps out. Like, you can't believe."
Yeah. I'll just bet. I feel as if my entire reproductive system has been vacuum pumped out. I guess it maybe has. She gave me a rather matter of fact description of itinerary now. This exact thing, repeated with her every ovulation cycle she was well in tune with. But, three or four days were put aside for this special project every month or so. We would do the baby-making up front. Leaving the rest of the time, for whatever I wanted after recovering.
I remember collapsing in a heap, hugging her hips and drifting off to the smell of her. Pungent sweat and hormones, pores that opened up on both of us and emitted the musky odors. Maybe an hour or two later, I sort of half woke up. I licked at her slit with a lazy persistence for a while. Holding her offered wrists so I could finish the job to her squealing resisting delight. I fell asleep again, and felt like I grabbed another hour or two of catnap.
We were both now spent, and on mild recharge. We could smile dopey smiles, and make suggestive knowing glances. We found the tin foil sealed leftovers on the counter upstairs by the register. We both ate downstairs enjoying our new found heat we could get by shutting the upstairs and attic off. Looks like roast, with potatoes carrots and broccoli. Maybe, is that spinach? I like spinach. Mashed potatoes and gravy and carrots, on the side.
"So. Do you think you fucked a little baby girl into me like I wanted."
"I hope so."
Now with all this out of the way, I'm starting to finally have somewhat rational thoughts, once again. Zar's twenty-four hours, reminds me now. Twenty-four hours on the cameras, for a minimum. I can take a peek now. Swap out SD cards and watch footage of snow falling.
We both got dressed for the night weather, she wouldn't hear tell of not being right alongside of me.