Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 04

What they found shocked them. Susan was totally naked, after taking a shower. She screamed, "Get the fuck out of here. I am calling the police."

"Don't do that, ma'am, for your own safety. We thought we saw Robbins come into the house. We are very sorry for the intrusion."

"I told you he is on his way to Prescott. What more do you want from me? This is my wedding day, and I am all alone. How do you think I feel?"

"We are sorry ma'am; we will be on our way."

They ran back to their car, got in and raced back to 89A. The driver said, "Shit, he had a fifty minute head-start on us before, then we wasted another half-hour waiting to see if she was lying to us. We will never get to Prescott in time."

"You are right. If he took off, like she said he did, he is not obeying the speed limits. Our only chance to catch him is if there are no departures to Phoenix, before we get there."

Alan walked in the back door, as soon as he knew everything was clear. He said, "Susan, you missed your calling. You should have been an actor. You were absolutely wonderful."

"I thought being naked was a wonderful touch."

"I am sure they got an eyeful. I hate to do this, but I need a favor from Sergeant, and after what they did to him this morning, I am not sure he is not going to be in a favor giving mood."

"There is only one way to find out; call him."

Amanda answered the phone and Alan asked if Joe was still in town. She said he had gone home to do some woodworking, and asked how she could help him.

He said he needed to talk to Sergeant.

Amanda said, "Sergeant is not talking to anyone."

"Tell him it is an emergency, and I need to talk to him."

"What is it you cock sucking whore sonofabitch?"

"I need a very big favor and this is for real. This is FBI business will you help me?"

"I would rather shoot you, but go ahead."

"Two men showed up at Susan's place, and interrogated her about me. I cannot tell you what it was about, because that is classified. She told them I was on my way to the Prescott airport, which is my cover, and you cannot tell anyone about it. Do you understand?"

"Go ahead, Alan, I am with you."

"I need you to get in touch with the police in Prescott. Have them convince someone at the Airports' Flight Service Station that I rented a plane and flew it to Phoenix. Have them write out the appropriate paperwork. Here is my pilot's license number, date of issue and pilot rating. Have them scribble out a somewhat legible signature of my name. It must look legal because these criminals will want to see it. Here is the credit card number for them to use. I do not care what it will cost. Get that airplane in the air, as soon as possible. This is an emergency. This is not a joke. Susan could be in great danger if they find out she helped me get away from them. Tell the people at the Flight Service Station to show a last minute change in my flight plan to Lake Havasu City. Have the pilot fly it there. He will not be in any danger. Do not tell them how long I will be on the ground, before I leave for Phoenix. I will take care of all the other details on my phone."

"I will take care of it right now Alan."

"Thanks Sergeant."

Sergeant was as good as his word. Thirty-five minutes later a Cessna 310 took off from Prescott airport headed for Lake Havasu City airport, with Alan Robbins as the pilot.

One hour later, two men showed up at the general aviation building asking about any passengers taking a flight to Phoenix.

The clerk said, "We have had no passengers going to Phoenix this morning. However, we have had several private aircraft rented for flights to Phoenix; would that help you?"

"Yes, it would help us. Do you have a pilot by the name of Alan Robbins?"

"Yes Sir, we did. He departed at 11:35 AM, and is due at Phoenix airport at 12:25 PM."

They were about to leave, when the clerk called them back to his desk. He said, "This is very strange. At the very last minute, Mister Robbins put in, a waypoint of Lake Havasu City. I don't know if he is dropping, someone off, or picking someone up, but it is 103 miles out of his way to get there. Then it is 202 miles back to Phoenix. It would make his arrival time at Phoenix at 2:15 PM.

"Sir, are you absolutely sure?"

"Mister, the airspeed of the aircraft and the amount of miles traveled, do not lie. The only variable is the amount of time he spends on the ground at Lake Havasu City."

"Are there any commercial flights going to Phoenix within the next hour or so?"

He checked the schedule and said, "Yes, there is a flight leaving in one hour and twenty minutes."

"Thank you very much. Can I get a copy of Mister Robbins flight plan?"

"No Sir, that is against FAA regulations."

He reached into his pocket and peeled off five $100 bills, and handed it to the clerk. Is it still against regulations?"

The clerk looked around and said, "Let me see what I can do for you; I will be right back."

Moments later, the clerk came back with a copy of the flight plan and the changes to it. He said, "You did not get this from me; it would mean my job."

"I don't even know you."

"Have a good day sir, enjoy your flight."

As they left the general aviation building and walked towards the commercial area, the sheriff and his deputy walked out from the back and said, "Carl, you did a great job. We have some great shots of the bald spot on the back of your head. We also got some very good shots of their faces. Their voices came through loud and clear on the recorders. The Feds should have a field day with this stuff."

"Sergeant, it's done. They will be on a flight to Phoenix in a little more than an hour. They will be chasing their tales for a long time to come. Give Susan my best and congratulations on her wedding."

"Thanks for doing this on such short notice, Felix. My guy said it was very important to get these people out of town to protect my cousin. You know I love Susan. I would not let anyone hurt her."

"Sergeant, tell me it's not true, but word got down here a little while ago that you were running around town in a little pink dress this morning. Have you gone all funny on me?"

"Don't tell me those bastards put it on the web. I am going to make this into a ghost town."

"Are you telling me the stories are true?"

"Yes Felix, they are true. Susan's husband told her she needed a maid of honor, and said it should be me. When Amanda heard it, she laughed. When my people heard about it... I won't go into the rest of the story, because it is too embarrassing. I wound up wearing a short pink dress, a blonde wig, with huge curls and a pink bow on top of it. I think they took a million pictures of me in that getup. I will never live it down. I can see what is going to happen when I go for my next review in front of the City Council. They will have large pictures of me in that dress. I am going to die of embarrassment."

"No big man, do the exact opposite, stand there tall and proud. Who else do you think could have pulled that off?"

"I don't know, Felix, but I wish it wasn't me."

"Let it go man, you are one of the finest around, and everyone knows it."

"Thanks Felix, you have made me feel a lot better. Anytime you need anything, let me know, and it's yours."

"Sergeant, just in case you forgot, do you remember how I got my job?"

"You earned it, Felix. You were the best candidate, and all those idiots on the board did was look at your skin color. They forgot the rest of your qualifications. Someone had to smack them on their heads, and it just happened to be me."

"Thanks big guy, I will never forget it."

"Susan picked up the phone and heard her cousin say, "Hi, married person, I am sorry you are alone, today. I wish he did not have to go. Did he tell you, when he was going to be back from D.C."

She knew he was worried that her phone was tapped and was being very careful, so he she answered appropriately. "No cuz, not a word. He got called away so suddenly, he barely had time to kiss me goodbye. I cannot tell you how sad I am it at this moment. It is not every day that a bride goes to bed without her husband, in her arms."

"How about I come over and take his place. As you said, I haven't been laid in so long I have forgotten what it feels like."

"If I recall from when we were younger, your little thing is no match for Alan's big thing. I would hardly feel anything."

"You surely know how to hurt a man Susan."

"You should not have offered, if you cannot deliver the goods."

"After the baby is born, I am taking you to that post, and taking my frustrations out on you."

"Instead of that Sergeant, why don't you find someone legal, who is smaller than Amanda? She may feel something when you are inside her."

"I do not believe there is anyone shorter than Amanda, other than a midget, and they do not turn me on."

"How about a career change; I think the priesthood does offer sex counseling."

"Susan, just in case you forgot, we are not Catholic."

"You could start taking lessons and change that."

"The next thing you are going to tell me is to continue wearing dresses and have a sex change operation."

"What a wonderful idea. Would your name stay the same? What would they have to change it to Mrs. Sergeant?"

"Fuck you, Susan."

"I told you that was Alan's job."

"That lucky bastard, I always wanted to be your kissing cousin, but you never gave me a second look."

"I not only gave you a second look cousin, but a third, fourth and fifth look. You do not know how much I wanted you, when we were younger. I thought you didn't want me."

Sergeant sighed. "Now I have to get laid. I have a hard on that will never go down. I did not know, Susan; I just did not know. I am sorry."

"There is no sense crying over spilt milk, Sergeant. Maybe in our next life, it'll turn out differently."

Alan whispered into Susan's ear, "If you two are finished talking about incest, I would like to take you up on your offer of fucking me to death."

"Sergeant, all this talk about incest, and missing my husband, has gotten me so horny. I am going to change the batteries in my toys, and wear them out. I will speak to you tomorrow. I am going to take the phone off the hook and fuck myself silly."

"Sounds like fun, Susan. Which one of your friends did you have in mind for me?

"Betty's husband is out of town for the next week. She will be horny as hell."

"No married people Susan; I want to stay alive, please."

"How about Betty's kid, she just turned eighteen a few months ago. She should be hot to trot."

"Susan stop playing with me, I will not go after a teenage girl. I am forty-three years old, can you think of anyone my age that wants to get laid, by a man my age?"

"Yes, I can, but she just got married today."

"I am sorry about that, Susan, but he is on his way to Washington, and you said no to me."

"Okay, dummy, call Cassandra. She has had the hots for you for years, and you have not even given her the time of day."

"Are you talking about Cassandra Middleton? Cassandra Middleton of the big chest and to die for ass?"

"I am talking about Cassandra Middleton, my friend who lives at 1860 Prior Ave. I never look at her tits or ass. We ride horses together, and every once in a while we talk about the shitty looking men in this town."

"What is her phone number; I will call her right now."

"Look it up, you lazy ass." Click

Susan smiled at the thought of her cousin going out with Cassandra. If they got into bed together, and Sergeant went down on her, Cassandra would kill him with her powerful legs. He would never be able to come up for air. As Alan said, "What a way to die."

"Mrs. Robbins, are we finished playing matchmaker now? I would truly like to take you up on your offer of getting laid."

"Mister Robbins, Sergeant took care of your problem, I just took care of Sergeants problem. I think your problem was a little larger than Sergeants problem. If memory serves me correctly, and I am sure it does, Sergeants problem is a lot smaller than your problem. I would like to take care of your rising problem right now."

"Mrs. Robbins, I think you are confusing two problems. One problem has been resolved. The other problem is becoming very sticky. It is that one I need you to take care of and the fuse is getting shorter by the moment."

"Mister Robbins, maybe I should drown that fuse with some liquid and put it out of its misery."

"Mrs. Robbins, I think that would be a very satisfactory method of solving one of my problems. If anything arises afterwards, and you find it disturbing, I will help you find a satisfactory conclusion, if it kills me."

"Mister Robbins, why don't we retire to the bedroom, and see how we can handle the appropriate parts of these problems: either one at a time, or by multitasking."

"Multitasking, what an interesting concept. I am all for working on multiple tasks at one time. It saves energy and space. It also produces heat, which produces bodily fluids which lubricates areas, which allows us to enter each other's realms."

"What the fuck you talking about, Alan?"

"If I lick your ass hole, while you suck my cock, I can make it wet enough to stick my dick in there afterwards and not hurt you."

"It took you all that time to say that little?"

"Didn't it sound better the first time?"

"It may have sounded better, but I had no idea what you were saying. Now fuck me, or I will call Sergeant back and tell him I have changed my mind."

"Is that any way to talk to your husband?"

"I swear to god Alan, I am going to get the cables out, and hook them up to the battery."

He bit her ear lobe, pinched her clit with his right hand, and said, "I will get you to come in two minutes or less. If I do not, you can stick that goddamn probe up my ass and start the truck."

"You are on Alan."

His hand stayed where it was, but his mouth took a tour of her upper body. From her ear to her eyes; to her nose, her lips, her cheeks, and finally down to her throat, he tormented her. He moved his body until he was 90° to her, and his left hand played with her hair, while his lips were playing close to base of her breasts. His lips never touched her breasts; he just blew warm air all over and around them.

Susan strained to get her nipples to his mouth, but she was not successful.

Her pussy was leaking. His fingers were deep inside her, rubbing against her magic spot, while his thumb was drumming on her clit.

He said to her, "Hell, Susan, I only have thirty seconds left. It looks like I am going to lose. I might as well stop. You have won; go get your cattle prod."

"You bastard, do not you dare stop. I am almost there."

"You have won; I might as well stop so you can use the cattle prod on me."

"I do not care about winning; if you stop I will die."

"Alright, as long as you are sure about it, I will continue."

He smiled under his breath and continued his torture of her breasts, clit, and pussy."

When he continued to blow on her nipples, and did not touch them. She grabbed his head, and forced him down on them. She screamed in agony, "Suck on my nipple, you bastard, I need you to suck on them."

He raised his head off her breast and looked into her eyes. He asked, "Shouldn't we save these for the baby?"

"So help me God, Alan, if you want to see our baby born, you had better start acting like a husband, or you will never live to be a father."

He looked Susan in the eye and said to her, "I have never loved a woman more than I love you, Susan. I cannot tell you how happy you made me today. Now I am going to make you so happy you are not going to be able to tell which way is down."

He kissed her gently on the lips, and his left hand, took the tip of her nipple, and squeezed it. She screamed at the top of her lungs, because the pain was so intense. He slipped his cock into her, and the pain disappeared. Her passion and level grew and her consciousness decreased. He grabbed each of her thighs, and pulled them away from the center of her body. She was so wide open that her juices flew everywhere. Alan pounded her from every direction imaginable. He moved up onto his knees, pounding into her deep, and fast. He never hit her cervix, because someone had taken up residence inside. He did not want to disturb that little person; they would meet sometime early next year. Son, or daughter, it did not matter to him. Healthy, lively and with its mothers' genes would be more than he could ask for.

He felt Susan explode below him, and she wet him all the way to his chin. She was more woman than his first two wives put together. She enjoyed life, where his previous wives used it as a means to an end. She was in a class all by herself.

He flipped her over, and she squealed as he reentered her. He grabbed both breasts; and was milking them, when he felt her come again. He slowed his stokes to heat her up at little, and cool himself down a lot, but he knew his time was cuming soon.

He pulled out of her slowly and slid his dick between the plumped up lips of her labia. Those lips were attempting to hide her clit, but it was like trying to hide a giant redwood in a field of corn. His dick fit in between her lips perfectly. She was so wet he glided over her clit, time after time, causing her to shudder, and explode several times, before she had to put her face down into her pillow trying not to hyperventilate. She just barely succeeded.

He was getting ready to explode. He turned her over, moved up her body, and straddled her chest. He put his dick between her breasts, squeezed them tightly around his dick, and started slipping it back and forth.

Susan slapped his hands away. She held her breasts together and said, "Come for me, Alan, come all over me. I want a protein bath."

He smiled at his wife, and increased the movement of his hips, until he passed the point of no return. He moved his body off to her side and sprayed her with every ounce of sperm he had stored up in his body. From tit to clit, he covered her with his abundant cream. As he recovered his strength, he used his dick, to smooth his cum evenly, across the top and sides of her body. The excess he placed on the top of each of her nipples, turning them creamy white. For his final act of triumph, he offered his spent and deflating instrument to Susan.

She took it into her mouth with a dual purpose in mind; to splurge on the generous offering which was dripping off its end; and to reinvigorate that one eyed monster for a second round of lovemaking. She was not done with her husband, yet, because they had plenty of time before he had to leave.

Alan, on the other hand, needed to rest. Between all the energy he had expended trying to satisfy Susan, and all the adrenaline that flowed through his body attempting to throw those two men off his trail, he was fatigued beyond measure. The only person he had to convince now was his wife; and that was going to be a very hard sell; especially with his cock expanding in her mouth.

"Susan, love of my life, can we talk?"

With her mouth full, she looked at him as if he had gone off the deep end of sanity, and into the ocean. She released him from her mouth, took him into her hand, and pumped his cock gently. "Am I doing something wrong, Alan?"

"Susan, if I ever tell you that you are doing that wrong, you can cut it off. I need to talk to you about something else. I need to sleep, and I know you are going to think I am crazy, but I am exhausted. With everything that went on today, and what I have ahead of me tonight, if I do not get a few hours' sleep, I will be useless. It is coming up on 2 o'clock, would you let me sleep until 5 o'clock. We can have dinner and then start again until I leave about 12:30 AM."

"I am not worried about you getting your sleep, Alan. Are you giving yourself enough time to get where you are supposed to be, if you leave that late?"