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Chris cums into his own	By : thebogeyman Category: +1 through F > Family Guy Views: 61650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chris Cums Into His Own
Chapter 6

He wrapped his arms around her belly and pulled their bodies together. He loved her in this bathrobe. Of coarse he loved her in almost anything except those goddamn green shirts. "What are you doing up? I told you that I'd take care of this."
"Well a certain someone told me that he'd put dinner in the oven at four thirty."
"Aren't we cranky. I'm ten minutes late. No one in this house is going to starve if we eat at five forty instead of five thirty."
She sighed and melted in his arms. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm just a little queasy and my head is throbbing."
"Then I guess that this would be a really bad time to tickle you."
"Chris, stop! STOP IT. I swear to god, if I puke I'm going to do it all over you."
Chris chuckled and moved his hands up to massage her temples. "Sorry. It just occurred to me that you don't have enough conflict and abuse in your life these days."
Closing her eyes, Lois leaned her head back against him. The pounding in her skull had gone from heavy metal to soft rock almost the instant he touched her head. "Please. I miss Peter, but I definitely don't miss his thoughtlessness." The ache was fading to smooth jazz, and she finally felt like she could think clearly. "Where have you been all this time? Bonnie's okay isn't she?"
"She's sleeping like a drunken baby. After I put her to bed Joe wanted to have a little chat with me."
"Oh dear. He doesn't suspect does he?"
"Actually he wanted to ask me if I'd be willing to fuck her."
"You're kidding!"
"Nope. He told basically the same story that she did, that they had an agreement to let her sleep around. I guess dad told him that I had a big cock, and he thought that I could satisfy her and he wouldn't have to worry about us running off together. Guess he doesn't know how much I like milfs."
Lois chuckled. A muffled metronome was ticking quietly in her head and she felt totally relaxed. Turning in his arms, she hugged his waist and looked up into his eyes. "So are you going to do it?"
He returned his hands to her head, rubbing the base of her skull and behind her ears. "Maybe, but first I sat him down and gave him a little talk about the birds and the bees."
"You what?"
"There both good people but they were breaking rule two. Joe said they never talk about sex."
"Bonnie's told me the same thing. She says that every time she raises the subject Joe clams up."
"I can believe it. When I asked him if Bonnie had any toys he said that he didn't think so."
"Bonnie? Her toy collection dwarfs mine. She's on a first name basis with everyone working in the sex shop downtown."
"I thought so. I told him to pull his head out of his ass and talk to his wife. He had a bad break, but it was time to stop focusing on what he couldn't do and figure out what he could do to make her happy, and maybe have a little fun himself."
"You're a good man, Chris Griffin."
Her eyes closed to slits as she smiled up at him, a sure sign that she needed a kiss, and Chris was only too happy to comply. Pulling back quickly, he smiled down on her and said, "Ewwww, you taste like stale wine and cum."
"You probably shouldn't have wasted all the mouthwash on Bonnie then," Lois giggled as she pulled their lips back together.
The front door slammed and Meg flew into the kitchen, only to skid to a stop when she saw them together. "Are you two at it again? God, get a room."
Her words would have sounded harsh were it not for the enormous, shit-eating grin on her face. Chris had never seen her so happy and it filled his heart with joy knowing that she must have had a great day. He was just about to ask her when Lois beat him to the punch.
"We're just fixing dinner, sweetheart. So, did you have a good day at school?"
She seemed to vibrate in place, looking back and forth between them before sprinting the short distance and hitting Chris at a full run. She hugged him hard, but before he could get an arm around her she was gone to hug Lois. "Thank you thank you thank you. You guys were right about everything. The clothes, the hair, the makeup, the contacts, everybody was so nice to me today! Look at this!" The backpack flew off of her back and she pulled out her yearbook. Holding it in front of them, and flipping through the pages far too quickly for either of them to focus, she said, "Look at all these signatures. More people signed my book today then the last three years combined, and half of the guys left their phone numbers!"
"That's wonderful honey. Are you going to go out with any of them," Lois asked.
"Mayyyybee," she answered, with a twinkle in her eye. "But Chris, what did you do to Connie? Half the people I talked to said you fucked her, and the other half said you humiliated her, but no one would tell me what happened."
"Meg, a gentleman never talks about his sexual conquests. Is that rule eight or nine, Lois?"
"Chris, did you screw that little skank, Connie D'Amico? I thought you hated her," Lois asked, looking disturbed.
"I said that I couldn't talk about it... But I can show you."
"You took pictures?" Meg asked in shock.
"Better." He pulled out his phone and opened the video. Handing the phone to Meg, he said, "Somebody told her that I had a big dick and knew how to use it, so she found me and dragged me into the janitor's closet. Press play."
"Chris, I don't want to watch you fuck Connie." She could already see the first frame. Connie had his dick in her mouth and she's was looking up at some point above the camera's lens.
"I do," declared Lois, reaching over and pushing the button.
Connie's head began to bob and turn as she sucked him to full erection. She pulled off, said something, and then went back to sucking. Chris had moved behind his girls, and reached around Meg to bump up the volume. "Most of this doesn't matter, but you'll definitely want to hear the end."
Despite the low fidelity of the speaker, slurping sounds could be heard, and when she pulled off again, the voice was clearly Connie's. "It's hard enough, Chrissie. Show me what you can do with this horse dick. I'm very mad at you. If you had told me about this when we were dating I would have let you fuck me even though you were a fat loser."
"You weren't a loser," Lois said.
"I was when I let her turn me into a douche bag like the rest of her friends. You can fast forward through this part if you want. I make her cum from behind, and then turn her around and do it again."
Watching Chris fuck Connie at triple speed was funny, but Meg couldn't bring herself to laugh. The sexy blonde had made her life hell from junior high school on, and she couldn't understand why Chris would want her to watch them making love.
Lois was puzzled as well, but for a different reason. Sure he couldn't kiss her while she was bent over in front of him, but after he turned her around and set her on a convenient box he still didn't kiss her. For Chris, his lips were an erogenous zone, and he loved to have them on her. Even if it was just to kiss her neck or shoulder, he loved to taste her skin. Connie had her second orgasm. It must have been a good one because even on fast-forward she seemed to shake for a long time. Finally she looked up and nodded her head quickly before dropping to her knees in front of him.
Chris reached between them to hit the play button. "This is the good part." He leaned down to whisper in Lois' ear. "She didn't really turn me on so I had to fantasize about our first time for this part."
"Their first time?" Lois thought. "Oh my. I have a funny feeling that I know what will happen next." She watched Connie peel off the condom and take him back into her mouth. She stopped once in awhile to tell him he was the greatest lover she'd ever had, or talk about how much fun they would have this summer, but mostly she kept it in her mouth while looking up at him. Lois admired her technique although she didn't attempt to deep throat. But that was hardly surprising considering the girth that she was dealing with. Lois wouldn't have been able to handle him at that age.
Chris announced his impending orgasm and Connie went into stroke mode, rubbing the shaft with just the head between her lips. She stroked and stroked, and then, just what Lois had feared happened. The cock was ripped from her grasp and the first blast struck directly on her nose. She shrieked, closing her eyes and raising her hands to defend herself, but with uncanny aim Chris managed to cover her face and hair.
"Chris, why did you do that?" asked Connie when the torrent ended at last.
"I don't know, it just seemed like the thing to do." The camera swung wildly and then went black while Chris zipped himself up before returning to Connie.
"And turn that damn camera off, I'm a mess."
"I don't know, Connie. I think you look good like that."
"Ha ha, very funny. Find a towel or something and help me clean up. You can take me home, and after a quick shower, you can take me out and we'll decide what we'll do this summer."
"I don't think so Connie. I was curious to see if you were a good enough fuck to put up with your personality. The answer is no."
"WHAT!!"
"See you around." The picture flared to white as he entered the well-lit corridor and then adjusted as he moved it up to his shoulder facing backward. It was close enough to his face that they could clearly hear him mumbling, "Come on out, come on out. You know you want to yell at me some more."
The door burst open and a sperm covered, half naked Connie stood there looking furious. "Chris Griffin, get back here. We're not done talking."
Chris turned and the camera turned with him. "I'm done talking to you, Connie. Face it, you're just not a very good lay. If I were you I'd get married as soon as possible cause once your looks go you've got nothing."
"How dare you talk to me like that! If I see that video on the web I'll sue your ass off and send you to jail."
"Before you think about calling the authorities you might want to remember that you're eighteen and I'm just a minor. They'll send your ass to jail because all they will see on this video is you cumming twice and begging for more. By the way, Meg wants to send you a postcard when she gets to Harvard. Which fast food restaurant should she send that to?"
With a shriek Connie spun around, slamming the door behind her. The camera panned to the floor as Chris messed with the controls, and the last thing they heard was an anonymous male voice saying, "Dude, you've got to show me that video."
"Well, what do you think?" Chris asked, looking disgustingly pleased with himself.
"Chris, that was horrible," said Lois.
But Meg had a different opinion. Turning, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged with all her might. "Thank you Chris, that was awesome. Finally someone put queen bitch in her place. This has been the best day of my life. I guess that I'll have to send her a card if I don't want to make you a liar."
"You don't have to, but if you do, wait a few months. She'll just be getting over it and putting the whole thing behind her when, BAM! A post card from Harvard brings the whole ugly incident back.
They laughed together until Lois cleared her throat. "Meg, can you leave us alone for a minute? I need to talk to Chris."
Meg glanced at the cold meatloaf sitting on the kitchen counter and asked, "It looks like I have time for a shower before dinner. Want to come up and wash my back when mom's through yelling at you?"
"I'd love to sweetie, but it's been a long day, and Connie isn't the only one that I had sex with. If you want anything more then a back scrub, you're going to be disappointed."
"Really? Who else did you screw?"
"It doesn't concern you and is none of your business, you nosy little brat."
"Okay, but can you at least give me a trim? It's getting kind of itchy and stubbly down there."
"Meg I'm trying to be patient, but.."
"Sorry mom." She bounced over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I guess that I'm just so excited."
"Give me five minutes and I'll come up and show you how to do it. I'm not driving to Boston every time you need a trim." As she left, Chris picked their up dinner and carried it to the oven.
"Chris, I'm very disappointed with you, you should be ashamed of yourself. Sex should never be used as a weapon."
After setting the timer he turned to look her in the eye. "Normally I'd agree with you, but you heard Meg. This was queen bitch, Connie D'Amico. Have you ever looked at Meg's forearms?"
"You mean those little scratches?" she asked, not sure what they had to do with anything.
"Those aren't scratches, they're scars, and most of them are a result of some horrible thing Connie did to her."
"Meg cut herself?"
"She used to do it all the time. I came home one day and found her on the bathroom floor in a pool of blood."
"Where was I," asked Lois, aghast, "and why is this the first I'm hearing of this?"
"I can't remember. Either dad crashed a helicopter in the front yard, or you had to take him to the hospital to suck the nickels out of him. Whatever, you were busy trying to put out the fire he started by being himself. I bandaged her up, helped her clean up the mess, and put her to bed. She begged me not to tell you, and after I told her what a dumb ass she was for letting anyone upset her that much, I promised and went about my business. I wasn't terribly compassionate back then."
"Even so, two wrongs don't make a right. You shouldn't have done that to Connie."
"If you want to talk in clichés, you can't put the toothpaste back in the tube. What's done is done. And I didn't go looking for her, she found me. Even after she humiliated me in front of the whole school, she thought that she could shake her little titties in my face and wrap me around her finger again. Have me buying her dinner and taking her places until she got tired of me and moved on."
"I seem to remember that Meg was involved when that video of you got played for the school assembly. Are you going to punish her too?"
"Naw. If that's all the punishment I get for picking on Meg I'll count myself lucky. In retrospect I'm kind of proud of her. It's one time she actually stood up for herself, although I doubt that she would have had the courage to do it without Connie egging her on. But I wasn't trying to get even for what she did to me. I did it for Meg and you saw how happy it made her."
"Well I guess that you have all the answers and my opinion isn't needed."
"Don't be like that sweetheart, you know I value your opinion."
He tried to take her into his arms, but she twisted away to pick up a knife and start chopping lettuce. "Meg said that she needs your help. You two get cleaned up and I'll finish dinner."
"Okay." He tried to kiss her cheek but she turned her head, leaving him no choice but to kiss the back of her head instead. "Man, she is really pissed, but I'm sure she'll get over it eventually."
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With Lois still not talking to him, dinner would have been a silent affair were it not for Meg's constant chatter. She couldn't stop talking about what a great day she had, and after the third time she thanked them for giving her a makeover, Chris stopped her and said, "Meg, it wasn't the clothes or the makeup. Nobody could look at that smile and not fall in love with you."
A single tear ran down her face and her chair fell over when she sprang up to give him a hug. "Thank you big little brother. I don't know why you're being so nice to me, but I hope it never ends."
"We're just treating you like we should have all along. Now eat your veggies. I'm going to give those legs of yours a serious workout tomorrow morning and you'll need all your strength." She picked up her chair and resumed her monolog. She seemed bound and determined to tell them about each and every autograph in her yearbook, and Chris for one was happy to listen.
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"I'm going to bed sweetheart, don't want to be late for the last day of school. Are you coming? It would give you a chance to yell at me again." Lois just stared at the television so he went on. "Okay. I'll sleep in my room tonight and we can take this up tomorrow. Goodnight."
As he reached the top of the stairs the TV switched off and he heard hurried footsteps coming from behind. "Chris, wait. You don't have to sleep in your room tonight."
"So you do want to yell at me some more," he said with a wry grin.
"No, I don't like being angry with you." she said, melting into his embrace. It's just that..."
"Let's take this into the bedroom. I don't want to wake Meg." He helped her off with her robe, tossing it onto the chair by her side of the bed, and then followed her between the sheets.
Ducking under his arm, Lois curled up against his side with her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry that I was such a pain in the ass tonight. I just started my period and my headache came back when you wouldn't listen to me."
"Sweetheart, you know I always listen to you. We just disagree on whether or not humiliating Connie was the right thing to do." He used his hand to massage the side of her head. "You know that if she had just stayed in that closet it could have stayed between the two of us, but she just had to have the last word. You don't know any other women like that do you?"
His chest made a hollow thump as her little fist smacked him. "Watch it smartass. You don't want to make this personal."
"Oh perish the thought. I wasn't talking about you. If you started your period tonight I guess Bonnie really dodged a bullet."
"No kidding," said Lois with a laugh. "That would have been a nasty surprise. What did you think of your first threesome?"
"It was fun, but it really wasn't what I expected."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it wasn't a threesome, it was more like a two on one tag team match. First I fucked Bonnie, and then you, and then you tagged out and I did Bonnie again. I'd always fantasized about eating you while another girl rode my cock."
"I'm sorry."
"No, I'm not complaining. I had a great time, and that part when you both were sucking me was awesome, but I should have asked to take it up to the bedroom. I was just too shocked to take charge and tell you what I wanted. If it happens again I'll be prepared. Oh, and next time don't start without me. I didn't get to watch you lezzing out on each other."
"You didn't miss much. I mean we didn't kiss or anything. I just got her in that position so you'd screw her when you came home." She was silent for a moment, and then said, "You know, that was our first fight. I'm in the mood for some make up sex."
"I thought you were on your period. Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?"
"When I'm menstruating I get twice as horny, and a good, hard cock is a hundred times better muscle relaxant then Midol. Does it gross you out?"
"Doesn't matter to me. It's nothing that an extra towel or two couldn't deal with, but sweetheart, I'm exhausted. I screwed Connie, and then you and Bonnie, and it seems that being happy makes Meg horny, so I fucked her in the shower. I don't think I've got anything left for you."
"Oh. That's okay darling. If you're too tired I can wait until tomorrow."
He looked down into her sad, puppy dog eyes and started laughing. "You know, there's one woman, and only one woman in this entire world that's pretty enough, and sexy enough, and talented enough to not only get me hard, but actually make me want to have sex when I'm this tired. Have you seen her around here?"
"I'll see if I can find her." She giggled as her head disappeared under the sheets, and Chris raised his hips, allowing her to pull down his shorts.
As she settled in and took him into her mouth, he reached out to caress her ass through the sheet. He had no idea how she was able to maintain such wonderful muscle tone by doing nothing but light housework. Must be good genes. That got him thinking about his grandmother. He'd done his sister and mother. Would he screw his grandma? The answer came back a resounding 'hell yes!'.
Despite her wealth, all her dresses looked like sacks. Expensive and well made sacks, but sacks nonetheless. But once, not long ago, he had caught a glimpse of her in her underwear and those sacks were concealing a pretty nice body. She was always complaining that Carter never touched her anymore. Chris was willing to bet that if he could get her naked she'd turn out to be as big a freak as Lois.
"Ha! I knew you had something left in the tank. Do you want to try something different?"
Chris shook himself out of his gilf fantasy and gave a squeeze to the ass of the Pewterschmidt woman currently in his bed. "Do whatever you want honey, as long as you do all the work."
The sheet tented when she sat up and then disappeared as she threw it off to lie in a heap at the end of the bed. She straddled his hips, facing away, and Chris admired her little bunghole. "When you said something different, did you mean....?" he asked, giving it a soft caress.
"I told you honey, I can't do that. If you're so interested in anal why didn't you do it with Bonnie? She was begging for it."
"The first mouth I was in was yours, the first pussy on my cock was yours, and if I try butt sex it's going to be with you."
"I'm sorry, lover, but if you're going to have to settle for vaginal sex with me."
Chris moaned as her pussy swallowed his rod. "That's not much of a sacrifice. There's no way a butt hole could feel better than this. I'm just a little curious." Evidentially Lois was through talking and more concerned with bouncing. He didn't know what was so different about this, although he was enjoying the view. Her heart shaped ass flattened every time she slapped against his hips, and each time his glistening cock appeared he could see little flecks of blood along the shaft. It was almost as if he was taking her virginity. He realized that they had forgotten something and grabbed a towel from the nightstand, tossing it where she could see it. Deciding that that would be the extent of his participation, Chris put his hands behind his head and watched the show.
Lois barely slowed as she stuffed the towel under his balls. This was just what she needed, and she'd be damned if she was going to take the time to spread it out underneath him. She felt bad about denying him the backdoor again, but even if she was agreeable to having anal sex with him, there was no way that she would be willing to put this amazing therapeutic tool anywhere but where it was. The headache was gone, and with each plunge, she felt her cramping abdominal muscles relax a little more.
The tingling started in her toes and quickly spread to the rest of her body. She dropped a couple more times and then ground her pussy against him as the climax surged though her.
Lois released the breath she'd been holding and relaxed. "Oh baby, you have no idea how much I needed that. Do you want me to finish you with my mouth?..... Chris?"
He looked so peaceful. She should probably be angry that he had fallen asleep while they were having sex, but he had told her how tired he was. She cleaned his cock and then tossed the towel to the floor before switching off the light and laying her head on his chest.
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The next night Chris had switched with one of the other employees to get the graveyard shift. "Are you sure that you don't want to go home, Chris? We can get along without you for one night."
Chris had just returned to his work area. He had dampened his face and was doing his best to look haggard. "I'm okay boss, and you do need me tonight. If I don't get those pallets off of the loading dock, day shift is going to scream bloody murder. There's no one else here that can do it unless you want me to give you a refresher course on how to drive the forklift."
"No thank you, those days are behind me. That's why we hire big, strong, lunkheads like you. I appreciate you toughing it out. Just keep using the back bathroom so the girls don't have to wait while you're dealing with your problem."
"Will do. Just don't get in my way if you see me sprinting back there."
"I understand. Get the dock cleared and then you can knock off early."
Chris thanked him and fired up the forklift. He'd heard somewhere that diarrhea was good excuse to get out of work and it seemed to be working like a charm. He'd make one more trip to the head, and then ask to take an early lunch. His boss was a good guy, but not the sharpest knife in the drawer. However, his request that Chris use the back bathroom fit right in with his plans. No one ever went back there, and it had a nice, big window to the outside.
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Quagmire pulled into the garage and shut off the engine. "Struck out again. You're getting old, Glen." Or maybe all the skanks in this town were onto him. If that bitch Lois would just stop teasing him he wouldn't have to go looking for sluts. Could he possibly take her? He had talked himself out of it again and again, but if he planned very carefully.... No, everybody knew how hot he was for her, and if they searched his house they would find his other girls, and then he'd be in deep shit.
But god, Lois was hot. Just thinking of all the depraved things he could do to her if she was in his power had his dick hard. Oh well, it looked like Jennifer was in for another hard night. With the red wig she looked a lot like the woman of his desire, but she couldn't get the voice right. He had shown her all the video he had, but she was either unable or unwilling to produce that nasal quality that he wanted.
He unlocked the front door, but before he could even switch on the lights, a rag was jammed against his face, and what felt like an iron bar clamped across his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. His last coherent thought was, "I wonder if they're using my chloroform."
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"Come on you piece of shit, wake up. I know you're awake so let me show you why you need to stand on your own."
Quagmire's vision was slowly returning and the chloroform haze lifting. His body felt like it was floating down to the floor until it suddenly came up short. Something was around his throat, cutting off his air. He reached up to claw at what turned out to be a thick rope. That's when he discovered that his hands were cuffed. "Oh crap, this can't be good."
"You of all people should know that that isn't going to do any good. Now let go of the rope and stand up so you can breathe again."
Glen found his feet and stood. He was shaky at first, but his attacker held him steady until he could stand on his own. He heard a thump as someone hopped down off of a chair and then, "Whew, that was a lot of work. It's a good thing you're a skinny fuck." He knew that voice. His suspicions were confirmed, when after replacing the second chair, Chris Griffin walked into his line of sight.
"Remember the other day, when I asked you nicely to leave Lois alone, and you told me to go fuck myself? This is me not asking nicely. You should have listened Glen, but then I wouldn't have broken in here yesterday and discovered what an evil piece of crap you really are." He leaned down and picked something up off of the coffee table. "What kind of psycho keeps a scrapbook of all the women that he kidnapped, raped and murdered?"
"Shit! How had he found that?"
Glen clawed at the rope again and Chris chuckled. "Glen, Glen, remember where we are. You had everything I needed, including that industrial strength ball gag, and the nifty little rope clamp that makes it absolutely impossible for you to loosen that knot. But by all means keep trying. I mean that's what someone who accidentally hanged themselves would do, right? Try to break a nail. That will add to the realism."
Glen dropped his hands and took a good look at Chris. His confusion must have shown on his face because Chris said, "Oh these? These are just some paper surgical scrubs that I picked up. I've been in your home before, so it's not unreasonable to think that I left a hair or fingerprint somewhere, but why take chances? You know, when I broke in before, all I wanted was to find some drugs or some reason to get you arrested. And if that didn't work I was going to set up a meth lab in your basement. And speaking of the basement, I don't know who you have down there, but just in case you have even the tiniest bit of compassion for your victims, rest assured that even if I have to call in an anonymous tip, they will be released in the mourning. So at least their deaths won't be on your conscious when you die.
"Anyway, like I was saying, I just wanted you out of the way for awhile, but once I found out what a monster you are, I knew that Lois would never be safe as long as you're alive. I could give the cops that book, but what if one of them forgot to cross a T on their report and you got off on a technicality? You know, if I live for a thousand years, I'll never do a bigger service for humanity then ridding the world of you."
Chris stopped and shook his head. "Listen to me, monologing like the villain in a Bond movie. I must be nervous. This is my first murder. But I've got to wrap this up. Your life is now measured in minutes, but you have some control on how many minutes. It was already established that you do kinky shit like this when dad and Joe saved your life that one time, but it would look a lot better if you masturbated."
Chris held up his hands at the look of pure hatred that Quagmire gave him. "I can understand that you don't want to do me any favors but I've got a going away present for you." He walked over the television and picked up his phone. He held it up, showing Glen the cable running between the two and said, "I didn't even know that my phone could do this, but a buddy of mine is a wiz with electronics. When the cops find you tomorrow they'll find clown porn running on repeat, but tonight you can whack off to this."
Glen's eyes went round as Lois Griffin filled his wide screen. She was fully nude, riding one of the biggest cocks he'd ever seen, and obviously enjoying every inch of it. "You're probably wondering who she's fucking, and how I got a hold of this. Watch this next part."
The camera's perspective swung around to focus on Chris' smiling face. He gave a thumbs up and then turned it around to focus on her pussy. "Yep it's me, and you were right to want her, Glen. You can see how beautiful she is, but the things she can do with that body! I've been fucking everything on two legs lately, trying to find any girl that can hold a candle to her, but no luck."
He hit pause and turned back to Quagmire. "So that's the deal. You're going to die, but if you want to rub out one last cum for old times sake I'll start the video again." Glen continued to scowl and Chris sighed, reaching behind the TV to unplug his cable. "Okay, I can use a few extra minutes anyway. I'm pushing my window pretty close as it is."
"Mmmmmfffff"
Chris turned to see Quagmire stroking away. He had to give him credit. Chris doubted that he could get an erection if their roles were reversed. "All right then," he said, restarting the video. "I'm going to collect all the tapes that you've taken of Lois over the years. I don't want the cops going through those. And don't try anything fancy. Your ankles are cuffed in case you didn't notice."
Glen hadn't noticed, but all his attention was focused on the television. The VHS tapes in his closet were good, and god knows he's jerked off thousands of time watching her dress or fuck Peter, but this was amazing. She filled the screen in glorious HD and he could see every hair and freckle.
In the back of his mind Quagmire knew that he was going to die, but he just couldn't bring himself to care right now. Chris was right, he was a monster. And the one thing every monster knew was that one day the villagers would come with their torches and pitchforks to burn his castle down.
Lois came, riding his cock, and the joy on her face filled him with pride. He considered making himself cum, but his friend Peter had complained to him on numerous occasions about her insatiable sex drive, never knowing how crazy it made him that this sex goddess was wasted on that fat slob. He hoped that she was up for more and got his wish when she crawled off and got on her hands and knees. Her asshole winked at him as she looked back with the sexiest expression he'd ever seen. Lois demanded his word that he would erase this video after they watched it together, and he told her what she wanted to hear, but this was definitely going into his collection.
Should he take her ass? One good thing about having a retard like Peter for a friend was that he already knew all her kinks and that she had never cum during anal. Glen wanted to be the first to make her scream with a cock in her ass, but no, he moved behind her and reentered her cunt. That was okay. She was warm and wet, begging him to fuck her hard and that was just what he did. He looked down briefly to watch her ass jiggle, and then his perspective changed. Oh! He was holding the camera off the side to watch her in profile. With her head down between her arms her tits were almost hitting her face as he hammered her with more energy than he'd had in years. She pushed back against him, matching him stroke for stroke as he slammed into her and knew that he couldn't last much longer. "Cum for me slut! I want you to cream for me one more time."
Chris glanced at his watch and knew that he and Quagmire were out of time. He couldn't leave until he was certain that Glen was dead so he just had to hope that he was ready to cum. Swinging his forearm, Chris smacked him across the backs of his knees, causing his legs to buckle. The roof beam groaned as the chair shot across the room, but it held his weight. It would have ruined all his careful planning if something broke and he needed to strangle him with his gloved hands, but that wouldn't be necessary.
Quagmire moaned as the rope tightened around his neck, but the pain only intensified his pleasure. He tried to breathe, but his days of breathing were over. The only thing that mattered was cumming inside this woman that he'd wanted for so long. His vision was going, but he could still see her in his mind. He grabbed her hair, wrenching her head back, and she screamed as her climax overwhelmed her. Giggity!!! His whole body convulsed with the power of his orgasm as he filled her with his seed. "Oh Lois! I knew you'd be the best. I love you!"
Glen's body was turning slowly on the end of the rope, and Chris couldn't stop himself from making the lawn sprinkler noise. Che.....che....che....che....che che che che che che....che....che....che, as he sprayed the living room with jizz. He took a wide path to reach the TV and get his phone. The last thing he wanted to do was leave a footprint in one of the cum puddles.
He started the clown porn and sat down to wait. He had looked it up on the Internet and was shocked to learn that the world record for holding one's breath was just over twenty-two minutes. Of course that person had been hyperventilating pure oxygen for an hour before making the attempt, not twisting on the business end of a noose while furiously masturbating. Five minutes should be enough.
Chris pulled out his checklist. Phone, check. Backpack, check. Restraints removed, cleaned and put away, check. Curtains. This was a little risky, but he owed it to whoever was in the basement. After looking through the spy hole in the front door, he opened the curtains enough that anyone looking in would see Glen's body. After taking one final look around the room, he slipped out the backdoor, locking it behind him.
Outside he stripped off the scrubs and stuffed them into a plastic shopping bag, along with both chloroformed rags. He'd had a spare in case Quagmire was not alone. Over the back fence he went, walking casually to his car parked in the shadows. He quickly removed the phony paper plates that he had placed over the real license plates and added them to his bag. Finally he opened the car and retrieved his insurance policy. Last night he had snuck over to the Swanson's and pulled a few diapers out of their garbage. These went on top, followed by his gloves. Would parents wear surgical gloves to handle diapers? Maybe. He sure didn't want to touch something that smelled that bad with his bare hands. There was a dumpster behind the local supermarket scheduled for dumping first thing in the morning. Hopefully his insurance would discourage any homeless looking for bottles and cans from searching the bag until then.
He climbed in and rolled down the windows. God these things stank! As he pulled away, he couldn't see his checklist, but he knew what the last item on it was. Drive the speed limit. It was amazing how many times you heard the story of some dumb ass with a trunk full of cocaine getting pulled over for driving eighty on the expressway. The very last thing he wanted was any official record of his little jaunt across town at two-thirty in the morning. Just being out this late was almost reason enough to get pulled over.
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Chris could hear the knocking as he pulled himself quietly through the window. "CHRIS, ARE YOU OKAY?"
"JUST A MINUTE." He flushed the toilet and loosened his belt, rebuckling it as he opened the door. "Sorry Steve, I must have fallen asleep."
"I guess so. You must have really been out of it. I've been knocking for a couple of minutes."
"Sorry about that, but I think that nap did me some good."
Are you sure? You look like hell. Why don't you go home and get some sleep?"
"No, that dock isn't going to clear itself, and besides, I could use the money."
"Alright, if that's what you want, but if you feel any worse come and tell me. Nothing you're doing here is worth sacrificing your health."
"I'll do that, and thanks, Steve."
"No, thank you. If all my employees had your dedication, things would run a lot more smoothly around here."
That was close. If Steve sent him home this early then his alibi would be a bit shaky. He needed to be here for a few more hours. He walked back out to the floor. If he really dragged his feet he could make the remaining pallets last nearly to the end of his shift.
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"Hey Steve, the dock is cleared. I'm going to go home if you don't have anything else for me."
"No, that was it. Thanks for finishing that for me. You know, if you'd like I could get you a full time here on graveyard. There might even be a raise involved."
"Thanks, but even these occasional shifts put a serious crimp in my social life."
"Tell me about it. You know what they say is the best thing about third shift? Your days are free to put in applications elsewhere. But if you change your mind let me know. I could really use a man like you. Now go home and get some rest."
Chris waved his thanks and shuffled off to the time clock. "Thanks for providing the perfect alibi," he thought. He didn't have to fake feeling sick this time. Quagmire was pure evil, but ending his life was affecting Chris more than he had expected. Now that he thought he was in the clear, his hands were shaking, his brow was sweaty, and his legs felt like rubber. He made it out to his car and headed back to Spooner Street. "Damn," he thought, rolling down the windows. "This thing still smells like baby shit."
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"Chris, is that you, sweetheart?"
"It's just me honey, go back to sleep."
"What are you doing?"
"Just sitting here, watching you sleep."
"What? Don't be silly, come to bed, baby. I miss you when you aren't here."
"I was just winding down after work."
"Is something wrong?"
"No. I felt a little sick earlier, but I'm feeling better now."
"Good." Lois sighed as she felt him spoon up and wrap his arms around her. "I always feel so safe in your arms and it gives me the most wonderful dreams."
Chris shuddered to think what his dreams would be like tonight. It was one of the reasons that he was hesitant to climb into bed with her. "Can you wake me up about lunch time? I don't want to sleep the day away. These off shifts really screw me up."
"Should I wake you with a blow job?"
"That sounds nice."
"It's a date then. Goodnight, sweetheart."
She was already asleep when he kissed her neck. His hand rested between her breasts and he could feel her heart as it beat out her slow, steady pulse. She was safe now. He knew that there were other monsters out there, and even though it was unlikely that he'd ever meet another one, he knew how to deal with monsters. He took one last sniff of her scent, then closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
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