PAUL DALE ANDERSON

- Both of us? - he gasped. - Both ... at the same time?

She was already unbuttoning her blouse.

“I need to be filled,” her voice vibrated with passion. She took off her blouse to the floor. She turned her back on them, unbuttoned her bra. “I'm empty,” she moaned. - I have to fill. Please fill me up!

Gordon nervously glanced at the second man. Where did the fear stirring in his soul come from? Is homophobia a reason? Or something else?

What he absolutely did not want to think about?

“In her fantasies,” she was already taking off her skirt, “I always imagined myself with two men.” Who simultaneously possessed me. One is not enough for me.

For the skirt followed by pantyhose. She was already standing in front of them, in which the mother gave birth.

She spread her legs, exposing her "pussy".

Two fingers disappeared inside.

“Help me turn my fantasies into reality, and I will answer you the same,” she whispered languidly.

- Damn, why not? - the second man unzipped his fly.

- I am for.

- And you? - The woman met his eyes with Gordon. - Or are you not a man?

It worked. Gordon jumped up, grabbed the woman by the hips, threw her to the floor, fell from the top, hastily unbuttoning his pants to drive ...

The second man pulled him off the woman.

- I do not like scraps. Go chase the skin in the corner while I check how it is with lubricant, and fill the tank with high-quality gasoline. When I finish, take advantage of what remains.

“Both of you,” the woman moaned. - at the same time. One is not enough.

The man has already pushed the end into her mouth.

- Suck. Now you will see how big it becomes, and you will understand that you don’t need a second one.

- Not! - Gordon protested, meanwhile, the man's reproductive organ, meanwhile, inch by inch, disappeared into the wet darkness between the woman’s puffy lips.

- Maybe piss off? - The man suggested. - Or do not you see that we are busy?

Something moved in Gordon's head, suddenly he realized that he could not leave it like that. He has to prove to the woman that he is better than this stupid person who is sticking his bit into her mouth, to prove that no man living on earth can compare with him.

There is no second one like him.

He must prove that Gordon Sommers is the best.

And all the rest did not matter. * * *

Lt. Killing Investigation Division Ralph Bergstrom shook his head sadly. He already saw this, is not it? And he knew that he would see a thousand more times before he retired.

- Why did you do it? He asked Sommers. - Out of jealousy?

“This is not jealousy,” Gordon sobbed. - Something else.

- What exactly?

- You will not understand.

- And you try to explain.

Gordon Sommers was silent.

- Okay. Come from the beginning. Where did you meet this girl?

- Not a girl, lieutenant. Lady

- Good. Lady Where did you meet her?

- On the run. I just put a decent amount in the window of two-dollar rates. He turned around and saw her, the most beautiful woman in the world.

- Describe what you saw.

- The dream of every man: high breasts, round ass, long blond hair, everything you want to see in a woman. And through her it was felt that she was trembling with impatience, so she wants.

- Want what?

- You understand. Fuck. Right here, in front of everyone.

“Did she look like a prostitute?”

- No no. On the contrary. Clothing modest. Expensive white blouse and a dark knee-length skirt. And she didn't need the money. In the last race won a decent amount. No, she did not think about money. She wanted to have sex. Just fuck. It became clear to me at first sight. She radiated the same repeated signal with all her nature - passion as I want a man.

- And you decided that this man - you?

- I thought so. She caught my gaze and licked her lips, well, you know, slowly, so seductively. I ran the tip of my tongue over those juicy and sweet lips, so much so that I almost finished in my pants.

- So, you rolled to her?

- No no.That she rolled to me! She came up, shaking her hips, and whispered: “I’m ready to argue, you want to fuck me, don’t you? And I want to fuck you.

- And then you gave her the key to your hotel room?

- Yes. I knew I could get a second from the receptionist.

- What can you say about the victim?

- Another guy she met at the races. I don't even know his name. And she did not know.

- Go on.

- She brought him along. She said she wants us to fuck her at the same time. At first, I thought she was joking. It turned out not.

“She wanted you both to fuck her at the same time?”

- Yes. She said that one man was not enough for her.

The cop shuddered. How many times has he heard these words? Hundred? A thousand?

And when will this nightmare end? * * *

Lieutenant Bergstrom looked into the bar next to the police station. I really wanted to skip a glass. No, not a cup. A whole bottle!

“I heard there is a replenishment in your collection,” Earl Danzig settled into a nearby chair and ordered whiskey. - The same uh oh *?

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* MO - modus operandi (mode of action)

“The same,” Bergstrom confirmed.

- And no strings?

- None.

“God,” Danzig drank from the glass set before him. - What is this woman. Siren from Greek mythology? I can not believe that it exists.

- There is, you can be sure.

- Well I do not know. Maybe these guys invented it.

- Everything?

- Maybe it's a massive psychosis. It seems that lawyers are going to build a defense on this. To argue that the defendants at that moment did not realize what they were doing.

“You know, Earl, I don't want to talk about it.” I came here to drink and forget about everything.

- If she exists, I would like to meet her. Such, see, to withdraw, when you wake up in the morning with wet shorts.

“Shut up, Earl.” Shut up, please.

- What are you boiling, Ralph. I know you just got married. But this does not mean that you can no longer have half-emissions, like we, unfortunate bachelors.

Bergstrom grabbed the glass and moved to the end of the rack, away from Danzig.

He ordered a second batch of whiskey and followed him.

- Just imagine Ralph. Gorgeous blonde, they all say that she fucks like a mink, and everything is not enough for her, I want more and more. Just do not tell me that you would have refused it if you were given a chance.

- Fuck off, Earl. I'm too tired to think about it.

- Are you getting older, Ralph? New wife completely pounded you?

If you can not cope yourself, old man, just say. I will gladly help you ...

Ralph's fist shot Erl in the face. Earl blocked the blow, and from the heart hit Ralph under the breath.

- Stop it! The barman yelled, jumping up to them with a bat in his hand. - Find out the relationship on the street.

“In ... this is normal, real,” Ralph breathed. - We ... do not ... fight.

- What got you? - Wanted to know Earl. ...