I slowed down when things became too critical, leaving my cock to idle deep inside her cunt, and even that excited her. She tried to be still in deference to my needs, but her body kept trembling in little fits, and each little fit acted like a vibrator on my dick. Manfully I held my load back, and when it was safe to I started to plow away and store up some more cream.
"When are you going to give it to me?" she asked in that sexy, husky voice. "I love to feel it, it's so warm and smooth, just like hand lotion, only better. Come on Joe, don't be mean. Give Gloria all you've got."
So that was her name. "Alright Gloria, get ready for it." I started up again, pumping like a machine that's getting an extra surge of power. Long strokes, belly-slapping submarines, the kind she liked best. My hands grabbed hold of the cheeks of her ass and pressed them tightly together to put more pressure on my knob. Now her cunt was tight around me again, and the inevitable started to happen. My balls were full of it and they were bursting to give it out. Gloria egged me on, made her pussy walls tremble and twitch just for me, and when I started to fuck faster and my grunts resounded through the dorm, she grabbed hold of my ass. Her finger shoved up my ass and tickled the gland in there, and that did it. I blew the lot! That gland seemed to be connected to secret supplies of cream, because the stream that poured out of my cock almost ripped it open. And Gloria, her mouth wide open in a silent scream, clung to me in ecstasy and trembled violently with every spurt.
"That was lovely!" she panted when it was all in her twat. "Oh, I can feel it sloshing about in there, all creamy and warm. Oooohhh!" She stiffened momentarily and then relaxed again. "See, it gives me orgasms just to know you blew in me!"
"Isn't that something." I was genuinely impressed. In fact, I could hardly wait to fuck her again. She had 'it', that mysterious quality that turns a run-of-the-mill woman into a legendary piece of ass. Men would always think of her with a special sparkle. And what was 'it'? I figured that the largest element of 'it' was just an open hearted enjoyment of sex.
"Will we sleep together again?" she asked hesitantly.
"Any time you say, baby," I said, caressing her thick black curls fondly. "You're the greatest, don't let anyone tell you you're not. None of these girls can even hold a candle to you."
"You're just saying that," she said, but she blushed with pleasure.
"And I've never met a private eye like you, Mr. Mac." The icy voice cut through our new-found intimacy like a razor. Mrs. Van de Kut stood at the dormitory door and eyed the whole place, and especially me, with monumental disgust.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was, much to my surprise, very late in the evening. The girls had seduced me into complete forgetfulness, and, while I had been fucking and sleeping, Mrs. Van had had to deliver the ransom money. She told me the details of this mission once she had swallowed her fury. Peggy and I dissociated our persons from our cloying young lovers, dressed, and tried to look professional as we listened to her account.
"I was told to place the money into a strong canvas bag," she said, "bundles of one hundred dollar bills tightly packed together, and the bag had to be securely locked. The place to which I had to deliver it was in the center of a large and dark meadow. I still don't know how I reached that small beacon that they'd put there; or, for that matter, how I ever survived the treasure hunt leading up to that destination. Even if I had informed the police, Mr. Mac, it would have done no one any good. At the beacon I found a note saying that the bag had to be tied to a thin cable, the end of which was right next to the beacon. It had one of those slip bolt attachments, and as soon as I straightened up from my task, that bag sped away. I heard it skidding over the grass for a while, and then there was silence. I stood in the middle of the meadow and wondered what to do with myself. The beacon caught fire at this moment, too, probably due to a timing mechanism, and destroyed itself and the note. All that was left was a patch of smoldering ashes. Just before I turned to make my way back to the car I heard a car start up way in the distance. Of course it could have been any car, all I know is that it was a VW bus or bug, one of the two. And that was it. I reached my car, drove to the school, and found you having a gay old time." She frowned again and inserted a cigarette into her holder.
"Yes, well, I overslept," I said lamely. Mrs. Van, lucidly, hadn't been listening to my reply. Her eyes swept over the girls standing around, most of them half naked, others completely naked, and I noticed that, even after losing all that cash and worrying about her daughter, she could take a lively interest in sex.
"Anyway," Mrs. Van interrupted herself, "there's a week before Laurel is due to be returned to me. Once she is home I shah cab the police and let them worry about it. Until then I want you to come up with something substantial or I will not only refuse to pay you the rest of your fee; I will demand the return of my advance!" She left after that parting shot, and Peggy and I looked at each other sheepishly.
"Let's go into your room," she said. "I want to talk with you in private because these little jug ears are wide open." She looked around at the girls significantly. "Besides that, I don't think the kidnappers have anything to do with this school. We ought to be grabbing our gear and getting the hell out of here."
"Are you crazy?" I was going to say, but she silenced me with a look. I asked her that question once we were in my room, talking in a low voice and rustling newspapers in case one of those female fiends had bugged the room. "Of course the gang is here!"
"I know that. But we have to give them a sense of security before we can expect them to fuck up half as badly as we have. So let's pack up and go. Then we can sneak back in later."
With Vinnie's help we did just that. It was midnight by the time we drove out of the school grounds. Miss Parsons had assured us we were welcome anytime we felt there was more sleuthing to be done inside of the Moorehead school. And Gloria came to see us off. I felt a pang of regret at leaving her, but then I could always come and pick her up after the case had been solved. We drove into the parking lot of a nearby motel and checked in. Since we'd slept for most of the day we were all wide awake and raring to go. Vinnie took his best camera and I took charge of the long-range listening device. Then we drove back to within a few hundred yards of the school grounds and went the rest of the distance on foot.
"You know, Joe, I was thinking about the kind of hospitably we got in that school. Don't you think the teachers had to be in on it? I mean, there was no patrolling of the corridors, no supervision, the girls just did what they wanted with us."