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Cameron couldn't resist that dare. She looked around. Judging from all of the light and noise coming from the two surrounding dormitories, there were plenty of people around, but it was unlikely that anyone could see them in this unlit portion of the parking lot. She struggled to get Chris' jeans and shorts down, but then his rigid cock sprang up between their bodies.

"Oh shit, it's just fucking huge," she said breathlessly. She had one hand over her gaping mouth, while her other hand reached out and tentatively stroked his dark red cock head.

Chris took her hand and slid it to the sensitive skin just behind the flaring head. Cameron massaged his cock as best she could. There was no way that she was going to be able to encircle all of that throbbing flesh with her fingers.

But whatever she was doing agreed with Chris. "Oh yeah, that's it," he moaned. Cameron pulled his lips to hers and resumed their erotic kiss. Her tongue moved around in Chris' mouth in time with the movements of her hand job.

Outside of having a hot, wet pussy wrapped around his cock, Chris had never felt anything so good as Cameron's fevered fingers milking the cum out of his cock. In fact, he was already feeling the first twinges of a massive orgasm build up. "I'm going to cum," he gasped. He grabbed the base of his cock and pushed it into Cameron's palm.

His cock twitched and a bubble of cum appeared out of its piss slit. It fell to the ground with a splat leaving a long string of the gooey stuff hanging from the tip of his dick. Another big glob of thick cum formed on the end his cock, and then fell to the ground. Even in the low light of the parking lot, Cameron could see the little puddle of sperm lying on the ground. "Nice, load of cum," she murmured in Chris' ear. Her hand slowed its movement on his still rock hard cock.

"Don't stop," Chris hissed through clenched teeth. His hips shot forward and a long rope of cum leapt from his cock and landed with a long splat on the pavement.

Cameron watched in amazement as load after load of cum flew out of Chris' huge cock. There must have been six or eight full jets of the creamy stuff, and then even more as his orgasm lost its intensity. Finally, she watched as a last glop fell off the end his dick onto the ground. She looked down. At her feet was more cum than three guys could have made, and a few steps away was an unbelievable amount. "That's just awesome," she whispered.

Chris packed away his cock. He gave Cameron a long, soft kiss and said, "Thanks, that was wonderful." He glanced at the invitingly large back seat of the Mercedes. "I would be glad to return the favor."

Now it was Cameron's turn to give a long soft kiss. She smiled at him and said, "Give into my feminine side, let's wait until we can find someplace more romantic."

"OK," he reluctantly agreed. A minute later they had exchanged phone numbers, and Cameron was waving 'bye to him as she drove away.

It was Monday before they got together on the phone. "Chris, I'm sorry," said Cameron when they began to discuss another date, "but I have a theater group that meets every night this week."

"Well, I have intramural basketball three nights this week," said Chris. "I promised the guys that I would play."

"I guess that rules out most of the week, but what are you doing Saturday?" she asked; her voice sounding perkier.

"I hadn't really planned anything."

'Let's have a picnic. You pick out someplace nice, and I'll bring the food," she said with enthusiasm.

"Sure, why not?" said Chris.

"Good," said Cameron, "I'll call you Saturday morning and we'll settle the details."

On Wednesday, Chris went to one of the school's cafeterias for lunch. The fare wasn't great, but it was cheap and it came in large portions, two things dear to the heart of any college student. He was walking through the cafeteria with his tray of food, when he heard someone calling his name. He looked around and saw Kristen and Danni motioning him over to their table.

They were sitting side by side at a round table that could have held at least eight diners.

As Chris approached, Kristen slid over. She patted the table between her and Danni, and said, "Come sit here."

"Hi," said Chris, as he shoehorned himself between the two girls.

"Cameron dragged you away before we could talk the other night," said Danni. "Now we want to hear all about you."

"Well," began Chris, and between bites of food he gave them a brief synopsis of his life. "Now where are you guys from?" he asked politely.

"What sports did you play in high school?" asked Kristen as if she hadn't heard him. And his lunch went pretty much like that. It was more like an interview than a conversation, although there were two points of interest about the girls that intrigued Chris. At one point Danni placed her hand on his thigh to emphasize some idea or another, and she just left it there. And Kristen had left him so little room to sit, that they were touching practically from shoulder to toes.

After almost an hour of chit-chat Chris managed to finish his meal. "Are you going back to the dorm?" asked Danni.

"Yeah," answered Chris, "I don't have another class until three today."

"Good, we'll walk with you," said Danni as she gathered up her bag.

Shortly, the three of them were in the dormitory's elevator. When it stopped on the third floor Danni said, "Why don't you come down to my room, Kristen and I have something to show you."

"OK," said Chris.

Danni unlocked the door to her room and Chris followed her inside. He heard Kristen lock the door behind her as she came in. The blinds over the windows were closed, that combined with a cloudy day, made the room fairly dim. But Chris could clearly see that Danni was pulling off her blouse.

"We thought that you might like to have a little afternoon fun," she said as she unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor.

"Uh, yeah," Chris said hesitantly, "I guess we could do that."

Kristen walked past Chris and began to strip off her clothing. Unlike Danni, she neatly placed each piece on a chair. Kristen reminded Chris of a fashion model, tall and slender. She retained her bra. It was black lace and pushed her breasts up and in so that there was a provocative bulge of breast above each cup.

There was nothing subtle about Danni, though. She was completely naked, her legs spread wide, one hand fondling a breast, the other hand rubbing at the skin above her clit.

The girls approached Chris. "Let us help you out of those clothes," said Danni with a giggle. She went to work on his pants while Kristen undid the buttons of his shirt. When they had him down to his briefs, Danni stared at the pulsing bulge in Chris' underwear. "Oh shit," breathed Danni as she watched the head of his cock emerged from the elastic band of his underwear and began to climb toward the rigid muscles of his abs.

"Damn, what a big fucker," said Danni. She grabbed Chris' cock with both hands and pulled him to the bed.

The trio fell onto the improvised double bed. Kristen snuggled against his side. Her fingers traced the hard muscles of his chest and tummy while her tongue dove into his mouth. Danni lavished her attention on his stiff cock. She laved her tongue up one side and down the other, and then she held his dick in both hands while she kissed and swirled her tongue around its bulging head.

While Danni swirled her tongue around his, Chris held her slender form in his arms. He ran his fingers through her fragrant hair, locking their feverish lips together. He moved one hand down her back and caressed her butt until her hips were softly bucking against his side. Chris slid a finger into her wet pussy and began to fuck her with it just like his tongue was fucking her mouth.

In a couple of minutes, Kristen broke off their kiss. She grabbed him with both arms and buried her face against his neck. She mewled softly as her body shuddered in orgasm.

As Kristen continued to cum on his pounding finger, Chris was able to watch Danni make out with his cock. She would lick and kiss it and then and then slip her lips half way over the head and French the slit with her tongue. When Chris caught her eye, she said, "I think this thing just keeps getting bigger and harder. I better get it in my pussy while I still can." Having said that, she awkwardly straddled both Chris' and Kristen's clinging bodies and forced his cock head past her pussy lips. She hunched her pussy up and down as she arched her back and held onto her bouncing tits, rubbing her nipples between her fingers.

Kristen's orgasms slowed to a stop, but she wasn't through with Chris yet. Her hand groped at the muscles of his broad chest as she ran her tongue around the shell of his ear and whispered, "Fuck me, don't cum inside her. I want your big dick in my pussy too."

Chris gave her a reassuring smile, and then he began to shag his hips double time into Danni's tight cunt. Her eyes opened wide and she began to moan in time to his deep thrusts. "Oh, oh,oh shit yeah, baby. Do it like that."

Chris felt her pussy contact on his cock. She came three times before Chris rose up and gave her a hard kiss on the mouth as he pulled her off his cock and sat her to one side.

Kristen wasted no time; she was already flat on her back, legs bent at the knee and open wide as Chris turned his attention her way. Precum drooled steadily from his cock as he positioned himself between her legs. He had to force his rock hard dick down into place at her engorged pussy lips. He pushed and to his surprise eight inches of wide cock slid easily into her slick hole. "I believe you were ready for me," said Chris with a grin.

Kristen could only moan as Chris began to pound her with pile-driving thrusts of his hips. Her pussy muscles milked at his cock, and Chris could tell that she was cumming constantly. He turned to look at Danni, and saw that her eyes were locked on the sight of his huge dick as it plunged into and withdrew from Kristen's pussy. Danni had two fingers sawing in and out of her own pussy. Her hand made a steady slapping noise as it hit her crotch.

Chris knew that he couldn't delay his own pleasure any longer. "Watch this," he said breathlessly to Danni. Then two more thrusts and he was cumming. The first blast of his cum managed to stay in Kristen's pussy, but she had a vise like grip on his cock, and the next batch of cock cream squirted out and coated Chris' balls.

Danni had moved to his side. She put one hand on his shoulder and moved her other hand to catch the overflowing cum as it shot from Kristen's pussy lips. "It's a sperm fountain," she giggled. She took a handful of the milky stuff and coated the base of Chris' cock, and then she gathered up some more and massaged it into the quivering muscles of Kristen's thighs.

**

It was almost ten before Chris awoke on Saturday morning. He had played basketball and worked out late into the previous night. This morning though, his thoughts went immediately to Cameron. He rolled onto his stomach, trapping his morning erection under his stomach, and moaned into his pillow. He could only hope that neither Danni, nor Kristen had talked to her about their little get together with Chris on Wednesday. Men might not confide in one another about their sex lives, unless they were braggarts, that is. But Chris was under no illusion about how women treated the subject. He knew that they were capable of going into great detail with one another, probably with multicolor charts and graphs.

Oh well, he thought, they had either talked or they hadn't. Cameron would either be pissed or she wouldn't. She would either call or she wouldn't.

He arose and showered, had a quick breakfast and reentered his room before noon. His eyes went immediately to his phone, but there were no messages. He almost jumped when the instrument began its electronic ringing.

Chris cleared his throat, waited through two more rings, and then picked it up. "Hello," he said.

"Chris?" said a female voice on the other end of the connection.

He frowned, it wasn't Cameron's voice; it sounded more like Kristen and she seemed upset. "Kristen, what's the matter?"

"Is Cameron with you?" she asked.

"No, I haven't seen or heard from her since the first of the week. Why?"

"Chris, something's happened. Can you come out to WSUGU?"

"What's wrong, has something happened to Cameron?" he asked, sounding as concerned as he felt. "Or to you?" he added hastily.

"I have to show you something, please come over."

"OK," said Chris. "Give me directions."

A mile outside the campus of Western State on highway sixteen a person would never think that there was a university near by. The two lane road ran by middle to lower class homes, house trailers and small farms. Chris made a turn onto an even narrower rural road and in less than a mile he came to WSUGU. It was in an L shaped building that looked more like a recently built motel than anything else. He pulled into the parking lot and walked up to the building's portico.

There was one of those electronic locks on the door and a doorbell button next to the lock. But before Chris could ring the bell, the door opened and Kristen was standing there. "Come on in," she said. The door opened into to a large common room. There were several sofas and chairs as well as a large screen TV in one corner. A half-dozen leotard clad young woman had their attention on the television screen as they followed the lead of an instructor and changed from one yoga pose to another.

Kristen led him down a hallway that had rooms on one side and windows on the other. Looking out the windows, Chris could see a swimming pool that was covered for the fall and winteras well as a couple of picnic tables and a volley ball net.

"This is mine," said Kristen as they turned and entered a room. Even Chris could appreciate how nice the space was decorated. It was all done in burgundy and muted shades of red. There was a desk along one wall that held a computer and neatly placed books and papers.

She picked up a CD that lay on the desk and said in a shaky voice. "Someone shoved this under my door in the middle of the night."

Chris took the disk and examined it. Somebody had used a marker to print, 'PLAY ME NOW!' on its surface. "What's on it?" he asked.

Kristen retrieved the disk form his hand and popped it into her computer. In a few seconds she had it playing. Danni's face appeared on the screen; she was grinning mischievously. "Hi Kristen and whoever else is watching. Perhaps you may have noticed that your buddy, Cameron, is missing. Well, don't worry, she's right here."

Danni stepped back and the view shifted so that Danni and Cameron were now in the frame. Only Cameron wasn't up and walking around like Danni. She was seated on a cheap plastic chair with duct tape over her mouth and more tape wrapped around her torso pinning her arms to her sides. The tough, silver tape had her ankles bound together also. Her eyes were wide with fright. She alternated between staring first at the camera and then Danni.

"Oh shit," murmured Chris.

"It gets a lot worse," said Kristen.

"We have kidnapped little miss rich-bitch," said Danni, "and of course we're holding her for ransom." She swept her hand from one side of her body to the other and two long strings of numbers appeared on the screen. "Here is the international code for an offshore bank and an account number in that bank. You have seventy-two hours from midnight Friday to get five million dollars into that account.

"Kristen, I know that sounds like a lot of money, but believe me, it's just pocket change for her parents." Danni folded her arms on her chest and continued. "So, how do we expect to get away with this?" She made a come here gesture with one hand. "Come on out John."

A man appeared, apparently from behind the camera. He took a hands-on-hips stance between Danni and Cameron. He was dressed in baggy, black clothing from head to toe, including a ski-mask, gloves and dark glasses. "This is John," said Danni, gesturing at the man. "He is a stone cold, highly efficient contract killer. He'll be in charge of Cameron. He's already been well paid and he knows that he'll be even better paid when the ransom comes in.

"Of course, if the ransom isn't paid then he kills Cameron. If he doesn't hear from me on a regular basis, then he kills Cameron. Even if the ransom is paid, and I get arrested a decade later, then he tracks down Cameron and kills her." She smiled sweetly into the camera. "And that's how we expect to get away with it."

At that point Cameron began to jerk back and forth in her chair. The thin plastic legs on the chair made a horrible screeching noise as they scratched on the floor, and she chimed in with her own muffled screams. John turned and drew back his arm. He obscured Cameron from the camera's view, but then John's hand came down and a there was a loud thud as his gloved hand slapped her face.

"Son of a bitch," growled Chris.

John calmly resumed his position, and as he moved away from Cameron, her head lolled to one side and trickle of blood came from her nose.

Danni had taken in the little episode with equanimity. She looked into the camera and said, "OK Kristen, get on the move or she's dead on midnight Monday." Danni walked toward the camera and in a second the screen was blank.

Chris and Kristen sat in silence for a few seconds, and then Chris said, "It's some kind of a joke, or a prank that you girls play on one another."

Kristen looked at him with a blank stare, and then slowly shook her head. "No, Danni wasn't buddies enough with Cameron, or anyone else at WSUGU, to do something like this. She was on her way out. It was pretty obvious that the girls weren't going to vote to admit her. Look, Cameron went to her theatre group last night and never came back. Danni or that John guy probably snatched her then."

"And you weren't worried when she didn't come home?" asked Chris.

Kristen stiffly stood up. "Hell, I'm not her mother. I didn't wait up for her, and maybe you're not going to take this seriously, but I have to."

"OK, OK," said Chris as he raised his hands in surrender, "agreed that this kidnapping is real and that we have to do something. Have you called her parents? Do they really have that kind of money?"

Kristen took a deep breath and seemed to calm down. "Yeah, Danni, or whoever she really is, is right. Five million dollars is pocket change to her parents, but her timing stinks. Cameron said the other day that her parents were on their annual wilderness trip. I called her home and talked to the housekeeper; even when I told her that it was an emergency, she said it might take several days to contact her parents."

Chris ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, "So where does that leave us? Is there an aunt or uncle or someone else that we can call?"

"I don't know, but I've already called the FBI," said Kristen.

Chris frowned. "Was that wise? It might panic the kidnappers."

"I didn't know what else to do," she snapped. "The agent I spoke to said that she would be inconspicuous." Kristen checked her watch. "She ought to be here by now."

"OK," said Chris with a sigh. "Let's look at the CD again, maybe there's something in there that might help."

Kristen made a move toward her computer, but before she could do anything, her phone rang. She had a terse conversation and then hung up. "That was the FBI agent calling from her car; she'll be here in a second. Let's go let her in."

Chris followed Kristen back down the hallway to the living room. The yoga girls had moved on, apparently they weren't interested in the info-commercial for breast enhancement cream that was playing on the TV.

As Chris watched out of the room's picture window, a red Corvette convertible, with its top down, pulled into the parking lot. When the car stopped, the door opened and a woman got out. She was tall, with dark hair that was tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a dark green tee shirt that stretched across her breasts and left most of her tummy bare. A pair of well fitted jeans and casual shoes finished off her ensemble. It was hard to tell her age; she was wearing a cap low on her brow and sunglasses too. She grabbed a bag off the passenger seat and headed to the door.

"Kristen?" the woman asked as Kristen opened the door for her.

"Yes," said Kristen.

A leather wallet appeared in the woman's hand. She flipped it open to reveal her credentials. "I'm Special Agent Patricia Weaver of the FBI." She moved her glasses to the sit on the bill of her cap, revealing dark eyes and high cheek bones that gave a faintly oriental cast to her features.

Kristen introduced Chris and the three of them made their way to her room. Agent Weaver watched the disc and then went through her version of the 'are you sure this isn't a joke' questions. When she was convinced that the situation wasn't a college prank, Weaver got on her phone and made an impressive number of calls to Western's security office as well as the local sheriff and her own office.

"Let's take a look at Cameron's room," said Weaver, when she finally pocketed her phone.

Kristen led the way down the hall and into Cameron's room. They passed a couple of girls along the way who spoke to Kristen, but they didn't seem very interested in the two strangers in their midst.

"Don't touch anything," said Weaver when they entered Cameron's room. Chris was strangely comforted to see that Cameron's room wasn't neat as a pin. Her book bag lay in the middle of the floor and bits of clothing lay strewn on her unmade bed and chairs. Her desk was a jumble of books and papers.

Weaver looked about for a minute before she announced, "I don't think we're going to find anything helpful here, but I'm going to have a forensics team come out anyway." She pulled out her phone and began to issue orders once more.

"She's done everything but call out the Marines," Chris whispered to Kristen.

"No Marines, but I have taken charge of a couple of National Guard units before," said Weaver as she put away her phone. She looked thoughtfully at Chris and Kristen for a second and said, "Kristen, I need you wait on the forensics team. They'll probably show up in a van or truck and look like contractors come out to fix something. Chris, why don't you and I go back to campus and look at Danni's room?"

"Sure," said Chris. "anything to help."

They walked outside into the parking lot. Agent Weaver pointed at Chris' Jeep and asked, "Is that yours?"

"Yeah," said Chris. "How did you know?"

She grinned at Chris and said, "For one thing it's parked in a visitor's slot, and for another, it hardly looks like a chick-car."

Chris looked at his muddy old Jeep and then at the rest of the cars in sight. They were mostly compact to midsized sedans with a sprinkling of sporty cars and small SUV's. "I guess your right," he said with a shrug as they entered the Corvette. Chris looked around at the car's leather interior and bright red paint and said, "Speaking of cars agent Weaver, I'm wondering about the FBI's concept of an inconspicuous car."

She laughed. "You can call me Pat. We confiscated this car from an organized crime felon. It doesn't get out of the garage very often. What's the matter? Don't I look like a co-ed showing off her pretty car and hot boyfriend on a Saturday drive?"

Chris smiled in reply. He had to admit that she could easily pass as a student.

After flashing her badge at the dormitory's supervisor, Pat obtained a pass key and then she and Chris made their way to Danni's third floor room. She had Chris stand back as they neared the door. He observed that her hand hovered above the open bag that hung from her shoulder. He assumed that she was ready to grab her gun if it was needed.

In the end though, she didn't need any weapons or even the pass key. The door was standing open, and after she disappeared for a second, Pat peeked from around the door frame and motioned him forward. When Chris entered the room he saw that it had been stripped bare except for the university's furniture. Pat was already on her phone as he came through the door.

"Well, we couldn't expect to find her here anyway," she said into the phone. "What have you got for me?" The call continued for a couple of minutes, mostly Pat just listened. When she put the phone away, she turned to Chris and said, "We've already identified Danni. Her name is Danielle Stevens. Apparently she's been in and out of minor trouble since her early teens. It looks like she's hooked into the big time now."

"Really?" said Chris. "I mean she didn't seem smart enough to me to do something like this."

Pat gave him a little smirk. "Ordinarily, I'd say something about men underestimating a woman with blonde hair and big boobs, but I think you're right. She's probably fronting for someone else, maybe this John character, maybe a whole gang."

Suddenly Pat took a step toward Chris. With the tips of her breasts about an inch from Chris' chest, she looked up into his eyes and said, "You know, the FBI is very good at catching kidnappers. If there is a gang, then the first one we arrest has a chance to make a deal, to practically walk away if the hostage is returned unharmed and the other bad guys get put away."

Chris didn't back away from her implied accusation, from the harsh look on her face or from the rest of her body for that matter. In fact it was kind of nice to stare into those dark eyes and to inhale her fragrance. "Look," he said, "I barely know any of those girls, especially Danni, but I was hoping to get to know Cameron much better."

Pat leaned forward until her breasts began to spread across Chris' chest. She rested a hand lightly on his shoulder. "Are you saying that you didn't know how rich her family is?"

"I knew that she had a car that's probably worth more than my mother's house, but not that she's worth billions or whatever."

Pat's hand moved to the back of Chris' neck. She pulled his head down and then they were kissing. Their lips were firmly planted together and in a few seconds their tongues were sliding around one another. Pat managed to rub her tits, hands and most of the rest of her body on Chris' muscular frame.

When they came up for air Chris said softly, "That's some interrogation technique you have there."

Pat gave him a sexy smile. "You'd be surprised at how many men can't get it up because they feel guilty." Her hand groped at Chris' groin. "Damn, from the feel of this, I'd have to say that you're about the most guilt free man I've ever met."

Chris could feel his dick growing rapidly. Pat's upturned face was inviting another kiss and so he obliged her. Her full lips were warm and he could feel her breath coming faster and faster. All the pent up sexual energy he had been saving for Cameron was about to find its release. But then her words about guilt and his thoughts of Cameron made him pull back. "Look, we shouldn't be making out while Cameron's still in trouble," he said with his lips brushing against hers.

Pat ran her hand along his cheek and said, "You're sweet, but I've put a couple of hundred law enforcement people on the move. Right now the best thing that we can do is let them do their work."

With both arms full of willing, beautiful female, Chris didn't need any further encouragement. He locked his mouth back onto hers and let his hands roam freely. They found their way under her shirt and then he was cupping and caressing her breasts through her bra. With one deft move, he unsnapped her bra and brushed the cups away from her soft flesh.

Pat moaned as he tweaked her nipples and in a second she had her arms in the air and Chris was stripping off her top and loose bra. He gazed at her full breasts. In fact, thought Chris, they might be a bit too full. He was almost sure that she had implants. Not that it really mattered. They were hardly the porn-sized balloon implants. In fact, her tits looked fantastic and his cock felt as if it had just grown another inch in agreement.

Pat was busily stripping off the rest of her clothes, and Chris followed her example. "Wow," was all that Pat said when she saw his cock swing into view. She jacked both hands up and down the length of his shaft as they resumed their wet, frantic kisses.

Chris swept Pat up in his muscular arms and laid her on the bare mattress of one of the room's beds. He lay down beside her and traced his fingers along the inside of her thigh. Her legs opened invitingly and Chris slid a finger into her wet pussy. He began to finger fuck her as his mouth made its way down her neck to her breasts. "Oh yes, baby," cooed Pat as he sucked and ran his tongue over her nipples.

Chris had her hips rolling and shifting about before he moved his lips and tongue to her clit. He teased her slowly with a finger massaging her g-spot until her legs were locked around his torso, urging him closer. "Please make me cum.please, Chris," she moaned.

Chris felt a fresh surge of sexual energy run through his cock. He had this beautiful, take charge woman, practically foaming at the mouth for him and it gave him a heady feeling of power. He reached down and gathered up a palm full of pre-cum from the stream of that was oozing from his cock. He slathered it on his bulging cock head and down the first eight or ten inches of rigid shaft. Then he returned his attention to Pat. He carefully brought her back to the edge of orgasm, and then he drew himself up and plunged his huge member into her sloppy wet pussy.

"OH FUCK!" screamed Pat as she went into a convulsive orgasm. She thrashed about on Chris' heaving cock. Her breath came in great sobs and then her back arched until Chris was practically fucking her pussy straight up in the air. Slowly, her body relaxed back onto the bed. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and there was a blush that ran from between her tits all the way up her face. Every few seconds a shiver ran through her body as if she had a chill, but Chris knew that she was all right. In fact, she was better than just all right; she was in a state of perpetual orgasm.

He grinned and felt a swell of pride. In the back of his mind he knew that a few women could achieve this state of continual sexual bliss and that it was mostly their own doing. But he couldn't help running a fantasy through his mind where he had ruined her for any another man. That she would search in vain for someone who could please her like he was now. He saw her alone in her bed, her pussy stretched by some massive, gyrating, vibrating dildo as she moaned out his name and sought some fraction of the pleasure that she was experiencing right this minute.

Yeah, sure pal, thought Chris sarcastically. I'm sure that's going to happen, he told himself as he came back to the present. He could feel the pressure building up in his cock, and he knew that his own orgasm wasn't going to be anything prolonged. It was going to be an explosion and it was happening now. His hips practically blurred in motion as he shot string after string of creamy, thick cum into Pat's grasping pussy.

It was several minutes before either of them could move from their lethargic post orgasmic state, but then Pat rallied quickly. She gave him a peck on the cheek and said, "That was fantastic, babe." And then she was off the bed, using tissues from her bag to clean away the messy aftermath of their sex. She had just put on her bra and panties when her never quiescent cell phone began to chirp.

"Oh really," she said into the phone, "well I'm finished here." She gave Chris a wink. "I can check that out right now. Why don't you have the deputy meet me, I don't think that my car could make it down that road as you describe it."

She listened for a few more seconds and then said goodbye.

Chris gazed at Pat. She looked sexy as hell with her full breasts bulging above her bra. She had her legs spread wide and one hand on her hip as she spoke. Despite their recent furious fuck, Chris felt his cock begin to stir. He hopped out of bed and began to put on his clothes. He really would be feeling guilty about Cameron if he tried for round two with agent Weaver.

"That was my office," said Pat as she donned the rest of her clothing. "We got a license number and description of Danni's car from the University's police, and gave it to the local sheriff's office. It seems that one of the sheriff's deputies had gone fishing last week at some place called Panther Creek. Anyway, there are some rental cabins on the road there and he was checking them out as he drove by, sometimes they have trouble with break-ins. This deputy thinks that he remembers a car that fits the description of Danni's car as sitting at one of the rental cabins."

"That seems pretty unlikely, doesn't it?" asked Chris. "I mean that they would still be so close."

"Probably, but I have to check it out," said Pat. "Come on, I'll drive you back to the girls' place so you can get your car, then I'm going to meet that deputy."

They were half way back to WSUGU when Pat's phone went off yet again. She answered and had a short conversation, at one point looking at Chris. "Maybe I can handle it another way," she said and hung up.

"Now what?" he asked.

"There's been a shooting somewhere in the county. Some red neck is holding his wife at gun point, and every available officer and deputy is headed there. I won't have anyone to take me to that cabin. They say the road is muddy and washed out along that creek. Now I wish that I hadn't driven the Corvette."

"We can take my Jeep," volunteered Chris.

"Yeah, I thought of that," said Pat. "And even though this cabin will probably turn out to be as empty as Danni's room, I can't ask you to do more."

"I don't mind," Chris said, "at least I'll feel like I've contributed something."

After driving in silence for a mile, Pat said, "OK, we'll take your Jeep. I doubt that we'll find anything, but these leads have to be checked."

In the parking lot back at WSUG, they transferred to Chris' Jeep and headed out. They rode back to highway sixteen and turned away from the university. After a few miles they came to an intersection with a convenience store situated in one corner. "Turn here," said Pat, "that's where I was supposed to meet the deputy."

Chris turned and in a couple of miles he turned again at a sign that read 'Panther Creek rd'. It was a gravel tract that wound steeply down hill until it flattened out next to a creek. The road did become a bit rutted, and Chris figured that a low slung car like the Corvette would have trouble driving in there. They rounded a curve and Pat pointed across a weedy field to a cabin that was set back from the road. "That's the place," she said.