Cougar House Ep. 074: REEL ESTATE

Wildwood Cinemas! It was a bad day to see a movie.

Eric Crowe was having a rough day at the theater he worked at. A projector had died mid-movie which resorted to him as manager to offer refunds or free passes to an alternate choice. As the youngest manager ever at the Wildwood Ten cinemas, mainly due to some old neighbors owning the place he was a fixture. One of them, the only surviving one, just happened to have stopped in after his warning call over the projector. He was running ragged. She watched him without interference sizing up how he worked under pressure. He almost felt as if she were evaluating his conduct. Probably! Made sense! They had known one another a good ten years, all through his time in high school and before that.

Even more he lived right next door to she and her dad Burt Winstead, often hanging out with her dad to talk movies and cut their grass each summer just for a free movie pass. She too, ironically named Summer Winstead, adored long talks with Eric over his theatrical knowledge of movies and making his own since childhood with an 8MM camera.

No mother in her life since she was eight her dad Burt raised Summer all by himself. He died three years ago living there alone a while when Summer went off to college for a business degree. Coming back, she stayed there another year seeing as the home was paid off, then put the home up for sale seven months back. Still on the market! No hurry! Memories and all! She however bought an expensive condo to reside in currently. Her life was good... most of the time.

Summer herself had inherited the theaters from Burt, his sole heir, she loved the place so much that she kept it going in her father's passing. In a sense even before Eric she had truly been the youngest manager when her dad needed time off, so had sympathy on Eric when he came in one day to watch Planet of the Apes the classic rerun on their Thursday screenings. She had kept tradition in honor of Burt in the rekindling of various older movies, giving them renewed life to younger viewers.

Eric adored the classics because his own late grandfather Dale, Sr. was a movie lover. Music lover too! So, long story short, Summer, now in her mid 30's graduated Eric from ticket man to manager as her own High School graduation gift to him for being the charmer that he was. Nearly two years ago now and grateful, he was still rocking the necktie.

Even though Summer watched the business end financials and made the hard calls, she let Eric do the rest and it paid off. If she only knew the times, he used to peep at her through her bedroom window and record her with his 8MM for private purposes. In this aspect he was no better than Elliot Needy. Ah, the childhood memories!

More respectful nowadays, Eric still occasionally watched her masturbate or even have a date over which often led to some hardcore porn moments. No reason to tell her and ruin what they had built together since Burt's passing. He did truly respect and care for his boss, just not enough to destroy that footage. He would never abuse it outside of his own selfish fantasies so in his mind there was no reason to trash it, or her.

Summer still had it going on. When she dropped in to check on things, she always looked nice. Long silky legs, nice cleavage which today was boasting with an off the shoulder display of a golden tan. Big green eyes, and a short brown haircut offered the most kissable neckline ever. Being the movie guy Eric often compared her to the actress Ashley Greene who played Alice Cullen in the vampire movie Twilight, her favorite series of movies by the way. Still unmarried at 35 he often wondered why. He really should ask her someday. Today maybe!

At any rate, a short meeting with Summer after the explosion at One-on-One apartments, shaking the attendees up, she hung around looking troubled. Factoring in the whole projector fiasco timed closely together he understood why. What caught him off guard however was that Summer seemed to be staring at him a lot but not really alluding as to why. Finally, around 3:45 when business either tapered off or people were seated, they had a moment to chat.

Hanging out in his office Summer Elaine Winstead had her feet up on his desk, shoes off and just relaxing. She took a moment to recall her days seated right here while her dad was making his rounds. She was a tiny bit emotional seeing a picture of she and Burt on the office wall. Eric insisted it stay when she let him assume control. That helped knowing how close Eric had always been to her dad even when she was really too old to appreciate his younger days. Boys! Once they appeared on her radar no one else seemed to matter. But again, Eric did keep track of her his own sly if not devious way. Crush kind of thing!

Knocking on his own office door before entering Summer hurried to drop her legs, her short white dress not hiding much in her recline. In the process of her speedy descent the pumps she used to have on her feet, remained on the desk where her toes had slipped them off. Old habits!

In her hurry the swivel chair she sat in being ancient fell backwards taking her with it. It was a good thing there was a wall close by or Eric would get one heck of a free pass to her inner IMAX. Entering, he still had a brief moment to see her accident unfold if not dead on. Hold up, she was stuck in her reclined state, one foot planted on the desk, one lost in time and loitering midair, palms dividing time between the desk and wall. In her sudden dilemma her off the shoulder vertical hem fell down offering some very full melons that were barely contained. Eyes wide, technically her legs too, she was beet red in the face.

"Shit!"

"Need some help there, Rodeo Queen?" He chuckled! "You did not just break my chair?"

"My chair! I can manage." She rolled her eyes. "Maybe!" Frozen in time she knew he could see every facet of her body in its estranged contortion. "Fuck! No! Give me a hand." To which he began clapping. "You would!"

"Hang in there, closing my eyes and feeling my way to the rescue." Palms feeling around he found her foot and squeezed her toes, the sensation catching Summer off guard. That felt all-too delightful. "Can you give me a hand to pull you upward?"

"If I let go, I'm legs in the air."

"They already are."

"Don't get lippy." She laughed! "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself at my expense."

"Have for years." He chuckled as they heard a pop, an armrest on the chair broke away under strain. As she yelped and looked down, he opened his eyes and saw up her skirt. Slick as a whistle, no panties, no pubes, pierced clit? No way! A pierced line of bling over her bikini area too. Who knew Summer was that kinky? Yeah, he was getting hard and trying not to. "Stop squirming."

"Stop looking up my skirt then."

"Come on, Summer!" Good idea! "Stop letting your fantasies run wild." His chuckle made her frown. Leaning over her, he pressed his left palm down just above her knee to prevent her fall once she let her hand on the wall go. "I think I have you anchored, give me your left hand."

His squeeze to her leg was feeling good too. What the hell? Reaching with a hesitant hand she caught his fingertips just as the chair back crumbled like a train wreck. With an uncertain grip and her slow backdrop his left hand slipped up her skirt to secure more thigh as balance.

"You're enjoying this too much, Eric."

"I didn't put you in this position, you did." He laughed. Not that he hadn't pictured putting her into every position imaginable. "I swear to you I'm trying not to look at your piercings."

"Oh, you did not just go there." She gave up and laughed. "I sure hope my dad isn't looking down right now."

"If he is. he's probably wondering when Wildwood opened up an airport." He cracked up and snatched her wrist. Dragging with all his strength he managed to pull her up and out of the splintered seat. Standing up chest to chest she swallowed. So did he!

"Airplane?" She mumbled! Surely, he wasn't referring to the old comedy Airplane at a time like this. "What's that suppose to... oh, that's mean. Are you calling my piercings runway lights?"

"Leslie Nielson ratings! Ebert gives you 4 studs... stars." He smirked! "I humbly apologize. You just can't miss what's right in front of your face. Keeping my eyes closed was impossible."

"Can we just agree that this did not happen? Don't be telling our screw... crew I just fell back... for... back like that." Did she just admit to falling for him? No way!

"On Burt's honor, I swear I'll take the blame for breaking my chair."

"Thank you. I'll run to Wal-Mart and buy another desk chair for you."

"You looked like you wanted to talk to me about something. Things got a little chaotic so I didn't bring it up. I did find out what happened earlier. One-on-One Apartments blew up. The whole place is gone. The landlord died but nobody who lived there was home. I called my dad and he filled me in when he drove near there after his lunchtime. The cops had the roads blocked. Someone on a corner let him know. I doubt it was a hooker."

"That's terrible. Our talk can wait. Considering... " She looked back at the chair picturing herself still in a bad position. The compromising view up her skirt was too close to what she needed to discuss with him.

"I'd rather get it out in the open." He almost insisted! "Like you just did."

"Whatever! I think I've let enough out in the open for one day." She sighed! "Back up so I can breathe please." They were still chest to chest.

"Right!" He did glance down her cleavage when she looked back. With no bra her aroused nipples were spiking. "Did all of that just turn Summer on?" He chuckled in thought. "Wait a second. Her nips... does she have barbell piercings too?" It sure looked that way under the thinner white material. Areolas gently visible only added to the flair. Summer always was the rebel.

"What are you looking at?" He gazed lowered to see if anything had maybe spilled on her in her fall. "Oh! This isn't weird at all!"

"Fuck it! We've known each other way too long to let ten minutes of insanity ruin our friendship. Just talk to me and get my mind off of weightlifting."

"Weightlifting? Was I that heavy?"

"No." He laughed! "Barbells?" He pointed at her nipple.

"Oh, my god! Eric! Stop!" She blushed! "You're right you and I have known one another forever. We've just never... been in a situation such as this." Arms folding hid her nipple erection from view. Only problem for Eric was he couldn't fold his own arms low enough to cover his own erection. In peering down at herself she did get a glimpse of a mighty big boy. Thus, beet red! "Let's find a safer seat and talk."

"Theater four is closed thanks to the projector. Let's go there. Quiet too."

"Good idea! After you?"

"No, after you." He chuckled opening the door and gallantly bowing. Shaking her head Summer opted to accept and took the lead. He just wanted to look at her ass, almost all the way to theater four. He had to hook up to her side so as not to look too pervy. She had a hunch he was looking. Even at the theater door he opened it for her.

"I am capable of opening doors Eric."

"I know! Just being polite."

"Well, stop that. It shows weakness."

"Weakness?" For a rare instant he pictured Margo Needy telling him to man up more, never being as into the whole dominance thing like Brian Hancock and Heath Talbot. Now even Cabot Ross was asserting more thanks to dealing with Roselyn Albright. It gave him pause.

"Nothing! Come on!" He still wanted to. Following her into the gloomy cinema they took a seat in the handicap wheelchair access area so as not to climb. Once settled, believe it or not, she realized something. "I didn't even put my shoes back on."

"Want me to go back and get them?"

"No! I'm at home here, I can do what I want. If I want to relax I will." She laughed! "Anyways! Thanks for the save back there. If I'd totally collapsed, I'd have been stuck there until you came back anyways. Probably in a far worse angle."

"You know I've always got your back, Summer. Front too."

"Haha! It's been a long time since we've had a real talk. I ran into something that's recently come to my attention."

"Oh? Someone stealing from us... you?"

"Nothing more than a candy bar. No! You do know we have cameras here, right?"

"Yeah, of course! Oh, boy! I think I know what's come to your attention."

"Do you?"

"Kim and Greg. The vacuum closet the other day." He realized they had ended up on the hallway floor fucking briefly after the door came open. "I intended to fire her over it, but she quit." Dammit! In thought he realized he had just told her she could have her job back to enable her to pay rent to Margo Needy.

"I'm just going to level with you, Summer. I owe you my career so complete honesty. She was trying to make me jealous. You know that me, Lily and Kim have been best friends since kids. Kim's always had a crush on me and sadly, almost thinks we're meant to be married. So, not the case. I mean I like her, just not more than sex." She was good at that. Just ask your dad someday for his opinion.

"This isn't solely about that incident, Eric. There's a camera in my office... your office. Did you forget that, Mister Film Director?"

"I guess I didn't believe you even looked at footage. Are you stalking me?"

"No worse than you when you were stalking me living next door when we were younger."

"Say what?" He turned pale.

"You were young, Eric. I mean, so was I, but a whole lot older than you. I'm not stupid, just negligent now and then, like not closing curtains and leaving lights on." She blushed! "I saw you recording me on your old 8MM. Multiple times!"

"Fuck!"

"Yes, I was fucking. I could have bitched over it, but I knew how much my dad loved you and Lily. I kept my mouth shut to save relationships. That phase ended so I let bygones be bygones."

"I guess I owe you another apology."

"Weakness, Eric." She sneered! "I'm not mad. I never really was. If we're both being honest... I left my curtains open and a light on more often than I should have. When I had boys over, it was an added bonus. The thrill of being watched was orgasmic. I know I was really loud."

"So, I turned you on because I was filming you a like you were a porn star." He chuckled!

"Something like that. Do you still have those videos?"

"No weakness!" He growled sensing her intrigue. "They're translated to disk! I watch them every now and again. I'm not destroying it."

"Well, that was standing your ground. You should be more like that, you might get a steady girl."

"Not looking for steady."

"Obviously, someone older or you wouldn't have had sex on your desk the same day that Kimberly was in the closet."

"Now we have pornos of one another."

"This is true. I'm not firing you. I'm just suggesting you maybe do it elsewhere."

"Nobody knows but you just what went on behind that office door. Anita, that was her name. She's fun."

"So, it appeared."

"You rewound it all a dozen times, didn't you?" He squinted suspiciously. She merely reached over and patted his leg. His erection rose up two inches away from her fingers. Realizing it she withdrew her palm and sighed.

"More than that, since we're being honest. Don't go reading more into it."

"Let's just be totally open from this moment on. I'm cool you did that. Just like you say you're cool with my peeping tom recordings back in the day. One to ten... how did I do that day?"

"On the desk?"

"Yep!"

"She seemed very pleased."

"Zoom in a lot?"

"I did." She blushed again! "You... are bigger than I imagined. But again, I never tried to picture your dick due to the age gap and family ties."

"Until now!"

"I suppose!"

"That's why you've been staring at me all afternoon."

"Partly, I suppose. You certainly have grown up, Eric." A sly look at his erection seconded that motion.

"I'm glad we're getting all of this out in the open. I guess now that I think about it you cleaned off my desk except for your shoes. Was that a hint that you wanted me to pick up on? That I had Anita on my desk?"

"I could have meant that as a hint to clean out your desk."

"You aren't firing me though."

"I still can." She chuckled! "I don't even know why I cleaned your desk off. You're a neat freak anyway. I guess I just... "

"You were making room on there for me and you?"

"Excuse me?"

"No weakness! Answer the question." Man Up!

"Envisioning I suppose. I'm not going there, Eric. Simply a mild fantasy! I've never done it on a desk before."

"My preferring older women got you worked up."

"Can we talk about something else please?" She giggled looking away.

"Sure! Why aren't you married? Are you even dating anyone these days?"

"Married is a no way in hell. I date, lately though, my interests are changing."

"Turning lesbian?"

"Oh, heaven's no! I mean, bi maybe." She blushed again. "Dabbling at best. One time!"

"So, what are these interests? Anything to do with the pierced clit?" She simply stared at him then trembled. "I hear pierced clits increase sensation, that true?"

"Oh, yes! Don't ever believe what you hear from the flipside saying it takes sensation away. Just walking gets me excited."

"As much as guys like watching you walk, I suspect. You're still hot as fuck Summer."

"Tis the season. As hot out as it has been you would think it were summer already."

"Nice tan! Been laying out at the condo?"

"Every day." She laughed! "Notice any tan lines?"

"Haven't seen you naked, just legs and the new airport. Well, a good chunk of your chest. I guess I didn't notice any bright lights though."

"This is so weird." She laughed! "Us talking like this."

"Rather talk about the Phillies?"

"No. I'm fine with our conversation. To be honest Eric it's nice having anyone to talk to. I don't have any friends these days. Only occasional lovers and those are few and far between. You know I've always been somewhat of a loner. The guys I find on dating sites just aren't keeping my interest. They play up a good game but in the end they fail miserably."

"Circling back to those interests. Just spit it out. Swallow later."

"Oh, god!" She turned to blush. A second later she sat up straight and turned as much as she could in her seat to face him, her knee touching his knee. "Don't think badly of me. Promise?"

"Seen it all. Getting closer to doing it all. I'm changing too. Hit me!"

"I'm finding I like bondage. Losing complete control. It's the most incredible feeling to not be allowed to make a choice. To be forced to do things to men. I have so many desires I can't begin to explain them all."

"So, that's why you mentioned don't be weak. You saw a little bit of the aggression I took out on Anita. I've done worse. Being here at work influenced that."

"Really?"

"Anita's fun but I don't think she's ready for hardcore."

"Kim?"

"Too young! She's coming along in that submissive thing though. Hell, she just fucked all of my roommates last night. They tore her ass up." Hiding the rest of last night was easy enough. Better not go there! FBI ordered!

"Hmm? You have roommates? Boy, I guess we really don't talk as much as we should. I thought you were still living with Dale and Georgia."

"Not for a month now. I moved out to Margo Needy's." Just hearing Margo's name, Summer stared at him without blinking. "You okay there? Awful glossy."

"You live with Margo Needy?"

"I own that whore." He kept a straight face. "You know, Margo?"

"No. I've heard some pretty crazy things about her though. I hooked up with a guy last Tuesday that said he was going to a bonfire at her place a few days later. Were you there?"

"DJ! Like I said I live there. I've fucked Margo a dozen times since I moved in. Collared her even."

"You are so full of shit."

"Am I?"

He pulled his cell out of his pants pocket, requiring him to tilt his lap toward Summer. His erection tent lightly touched her leg until he sat back straight. Intrigued at what he might show her she leaned more into him over her armrest. Awkward, she lifted that armrest up and they rubbed shoulders as he searched for pictures and video. He ignored her proximity just to gauge her reaction.

Once he found the cluster of saved pics, he pulled away from Summer so as her not seeing his search so easily. "Whatever! You're just messing with me."

"Care to wager on that?"

"On what? It's probably not anything worth seeing."

"Oh, you know better than that. You saw him a couple dozen times rewinding me while I fucked Anita."

"Not your dick. Ugh! I'm talking about Margo Needy. The collar thing. No way are you that dominant." She was right but he did have enough footage to play one. Not only that but one call to Margo and he could easily stage a show. She would do anything Eric asked of her. She always referred to him as master anyway.

"It matters? You and I ARE just friends and this is open talk now, right?"

"True! Okay Mister I collared Margo... prove it."

"Wager?"

"Okay, sure! Just to humor you. When you can't produce... you sit here next to me and beat off while I record you with my cell."

"Going there, huh?" He laughed! "I'd do that for free. I'd just picture your airport runway and coming in for a landing."

"Stop wasting my time."

"And if I produce what I'm about to? What's in you for me?"

"You mean in IT for me... you!" She was getting confused. "Oh! You mean, I finger myself in front of you?"

"That would work. Cunt and anal!"

"Fine! Still waiting!" She was getting pushy in her demeanor.

"Quit fucking rushing me, bitch." He snapped back with a straight face. Pausing to study his expression she eased away from him and put her armrest back down. In a blur he slammed it right back up making her react with a hint of fear. "There!" He showed her a photo of Margo on her knees wearing the four-ring collar with four leashes hooked to it as held by multiple hands.

"Which hand is yours?" She eased back in slowly for a shared cell look. A tap on his screen he pointed at his watch, she realizing he was wearing it now. "Okay! So why four leads?"

"Me, Heath, Brian, and Cabot all own her."

"Whatever! This is staged. Start jerking, Buddy."

"I plan on that anyway. Hold your hormones." He cycled a few more times to obtain the pictures of Margo in her attic in the stand up cage.

"Still staged! Love the cage though. See this is what I'm talking about. The loss of control. Only taken seriously."

"Hang in there."

He searched further then found an actual video that Heath had recorded of Eric fucking Margo in her bed. It was when she was encouraging him to be rougher and exert dominance. Almost too perfect. Playing it Eric lifted his arm as if his cell became the theater screen. Funny how he had planned on filling this very same theater with guys to play the porn he was making of Margo to build cash in case her loans fell through. Summer did grin at his theater effect. As she watched the video, she did hear Margo screaming up a storm and calling him master.

"Wow! Maybe there is hope for you. Who's filming this?"

"My buddy Heath. He's her master too. Like I said there's four... wait five of us. We make it work. We share her."

"I've never heard of such a thing. I call bullshit. Start jerking off."

"Someone really wants to see my dick."

"Just humiliating you."

"Not going to happen."

"See? I knew you wouldn't do it. No dominance in you whatsoever."

"Wager's a wager." He sighed then pocketed his cell. Unzipping his pants, he pulled his thick, veiny seven-inch free and began stroking it. "Happy now?"

"Not really! I feel as if I'm the boss still. Wait! That wasn't meant to say I wanted... just cum for me already."

"Alright!"

He stood up and moved in front of her. Leaning over her she pulled back thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead, Eric put her armrest back down. "Don't go anywhere." Her eyes flared at his almost guttural snarl. Reaching under her he lifted her legs and nudged them over the armrests, her skirt fanning wide. "I need inspiration."

Her pierced cunt was inviting to the eyes. Not a word to express yes or no she just stared up at Eric and nibbled a fingernail. Unfastening his pants he lowered them for a better look then let her examine it as he removed his shirt and tie. His balls bulbous he lifted his dick upward as if an intimidation. Summer had to look; she also couldn't resist touching herself. That ended quickly as Eric aggressively removed her hand. Again, she flared her eyes and could barely blink. Hearts might be forming in her gaze.

"Much better! Now I have a place to unload on."

Her mouth dropped, but still not a word escaped. Jerking off at a feverish pace he noticed the door to the theater open and some very recognizable people entering. His sister Lily and Kim were there, obviously looking for him. The second they spotted him standing there beating off and the top of Summer's head they froze.

Kim bulging her eyes while Lily covered her own she took Lily by her hand and drug her to the seats across the aisle where they could see him. Lily couldn't even look but she did stay. She did see her brother beat off to Anita the other night. It was just not something she cared to get used to. Not wanting Summer to panic Eric just kept doing what he was doing, he knew the second he acknowledged the girls she would get up and leave.

Kim grinned at him and whipped her dress up and over her head to masturbate. She wanted to show Eric she was cool with Anita Shepard. She really thought it was Greg's mom in the seat. Eric didn't care one way or the other as long as Lily didn't open her mouth. Quietly, once Lily realized Kim was fingering herself, she got up and moved three seats over. Kim was mouthing words at Eric to the terms of, "Fuck me, Master." just to see how he might react. He did seem to be beating off harder. Yay, Kimmy!

In her fevered masturbation Kim thought of Daddy Crowe and began fantasizing of her lying on him in his recliner. She should have seen if Dale would have gone even further before she let him in on her being awake most of his pawing her up. Fun it was! Him fucking her even better. In the beginning it was her idea to see older men. Dale just happened to be old and someone she trusted. Good for him. Better for her. Now, she wanted more of both Crowe's. She did have two tattooed on her lower back.

Summer was getting increasingly wetter the longer she watched Eric throttle his beast. Uncertain just how far she wanted to go with this considering their history, she just watched and let him stare at her new jewelry. Whimpering up at Eric the harder he groaned, Summer intentionally pulled her legs back further and wiggled a bit to tug her skirt out from under her ass. Once free she lifted it a bit higher on her waist to make certain when he shot his load her dress might not catch his splatter. Images of Eric looking through her bedroom window watching her reverse cowgirl on guys tormented her. So vivid, like it was yesterday. Her cunt was tingling hard.

"Notice your old house is still for sale." Eric spoke up just to make her wonder why.

"No takers." She said giggling! "You a taker, Eric?" God, she was hoping so suddenly.

"Just killing time until I close down your runway with a blizzard."

"Someday someone will want to live there. It's old, needs work."

Hearing her Lily realized who this was and got up to leave. She didn't want to be caught, nor did she want her parents to ever find out she watched this crap. Kim on the other hand, not the one halfway fisting herself, four fingers deep was all, stayed right on track. She herself did hear Summer and also recognized the voice but just didn't care. She couldn't fire her for doing what she was doing without Kim calling her out.

Not only that, but the mention of her old house next door to the Crowe's gave her an intriguing idea. She could sneak in there with Daddy Crowe and make it their private Crowe's Nest. Even with Georgia right next door they could fuck without ever being caught. Sure, it was breaking and entering, but she knew Dale had a key because he went over there every so often to make sure everything was good. He and Burt had a great friendship back in the day. YESSSSS! So perfect!

"Why are we talking about my home? Are you fantasizing about looking through my bedroom window again?" She nibbled her lower lip watching him ravage that magnificent cock. It was far better in person than on any black and white security footage.

"Naa! Actually, I was picturing you in Margo's body cage. You should come out there tonight and I'll lock you up for a few hours while I fuck Kim." He glared her way, Kim bulging her eyes with hopefulness. She was making sloshy sounds her cunt was so wet. Right over Summer's notice however, her mind was processing Eric in general.

"Leave me? You would walk away and... abandon me?"

"You said it yourself, always the loner."

"Oh, fuck!" That made her pussy start trickling without even touching it. "Eric... I still think you're full of shit. If it takes my driving out to your place to prove it, give me an address."

"It's on file. Don't you ever look at things concerning this place?"

"I'm looking at your dick." She giggled! "You're getting close I can tell."

"Oh, I'm getting close all right."

He buckled at the knees and put his left hand on the back of Summer's seat. Hovering his cock mere inches from her runway he stared into her eyes without blinking, she did the same. Locked in on his gaze she panted, then the tip of his dick touched her clit. She froze and came without ever once stimulating herself.

"I've never done that before. How did you get me to do that?" Her pussy juices flowed all over the seat cushion. "Eeeee!" She squealed just as Eric nutted. His warm whips of needlelike jizz shot her clit and bikini area so hard she gushed a second time. "Oh, God! I felt that."

"You just sit there and stare at your lap until I come back. Don't even touch it, let it sink in. That jizz owns you at the moment."

He stood up straight, pulled his slacks up and walked the few seats to the end. Moving behind her Summer wondered where he was going. Looking up over her brow she found herself unable to see without sitting up straight and losing his milk. In her legs up angle his cum custard was just one big white glob resting just above her pierced clit. It was like artwork. Continued panting became more intense. Her legs lowered just a tiny bit and some of his jizz trickled down over her clit and pooled up in between her labia. She could feel it begging to enter her vulva. GUSH! She squirted without effort.

Behind her Eric made his way to Kim and removed her fingers. Pulling her hand to his mouth he licked her juices making her almost cry. His free hand coaxed her legs up as Summer had hers and he knelt down and penetrated her cunt. Like Summer, gush! She held her breath as he tenderly fucked her. "Go home! I'll finish this tonight." Nodding at him she wept. "I own this pussy."

"You love me?"

"Not even a little bit."

He licked her nose as she wrinkled it with a smile. "Get the fuck out of here, I'm busy." His whispers only heard by her, she felt his dick retreat then watched him walk back to Summer. Silently she pulled her dress back on and blew him a kiss goodbye. She and Lily could talk to him later. Gone!

********

Back to hovering over Summer's thighs Eric noted his cream had spread out. "You moved."

"I couldn't help it." She continued a steady nasal panting as she peered up at him. "Please don't be messing with me, Eric."

Leaning down over her again he let his dick taunt her without the use of his hand, his thick crown rolling along her runway. He even felt her hips rise as if hoping he would put it inside her. Instead, he reached between her thighs and gathered up some of his cum and brought it to her lips. Eyes trembling, her mouth parted, and tongue extended. Wiping his creamy fingers on her tongue as if spreading peanut butter, he closed her mouth and patted her cheek.

"No later than 10:00 tonight. You can look up my address before you go home. See you there neighbor... NOT THE BOSS!" She gushed again right over his cock's head as it rubbed along her labia. So close to entry. So, very fucking close.

"Wear that cum with pride."

He stood up, zipped his pants then walked off. Shirt was on at the entrance.

"OH! AND GET ME A FUCKING CHAIR."

"What just happened!"

Summer Winstead sat there for a double feature that never happened. Well, to her knowledge.

Kim would contradict that.

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