Contrary to popular belief, Omaha, Nebraska was not exactly a paradise in the dead of winter. If not quite as cold as places like the New England states or Canada, it was still more than cool. Every now and again it even snowed in Omaha.
Like all other major cities in the country, Omaha had its share of big-city problems. Nebraska was still a growing state, and in spite of the beliefs of some people that it would never really amount to much, it was already growing at an unprecedented rate. The worst part of it was, crime, like everything else, was also on the increase in Nebraska.
The Nebraska Highway patrol was as modern as any other law enforcement agency throughout the country. It had suffered growing pains too, including the bringing in of female patrolmen, or should they be called patrol persons? They not only did desk work, but rode in squad cars, directed traffic, and had already infiltrated the motorcycle division of the police force as well.
Geralyn Martin was one of the first female members of the motorcycle police force. She rode a cycle with the best of them and was able to out-wheel any hotshot motocross rallyist around. She had been involved in motocross prior to her becoming a policewoman, and it was her ability to handle a motorcycle that had eventually decided which branch of law enforcement she wanted to be part of.
A year earlier, Geralyn-she hated anyone calling her Gerry-had been a twenty-year-old virgin who'd had no direct aims in life.
Her naturally blonde hair was long, though she kept it pinned up when wearing a helmet and cycling, and she had clear grey eyes that seemed to reflect an empty mind. At that time, her mind had been empty. She'd had no desire to settle down and do anything useful. Though her father wasn't rich, she knew she would be able to go on living with him for a long time to come-at least until she met someone with the same tastes as herself, who had enough money to support her in the style to which she would like to become accustomed.
She had a cute, turned-up nose, very short, and a full, rich pair of lips. Her face was a perfect oval, and her skin, tanned by the sun in the summer during her motocross rallies, was smooth and blemish free. She had a long, graceful, almost swanlike neck, obvious even when she wore her motocross jacket and jeans. Usually the jacket was left open, revealing her white and green blouse, thrust forward with the strength and solidity of her upstanding breasts. She sported a pair of grapefruit that made any man's hands itch with the desire to squeeze them. Her waist was very narrow, and she had wide hips-not too wide, but wide enough. Her thighs were very slender, very round, and very firm. Her calves were also a bit slender, but muscular from many hours of riding her motorcycle. She was stronger than the average woman, but like most women, she was unaware of how to use her strength, and as a result, had lost her virginity without much pain, but a tremendous amount of humiliation. One of her reasons for joining the police force was to catch the cyclist who had raped her. However, she had kept her personal reason well hidden so that not even the police psychiatrist, when giving her a routine examination, had been able to realize what her true motives were.
Geralyn remembered that particular day only too well.
It had been one of those cold December rallies, and she, like all the other entrants, had been forced to wear heavy woolen clothing under her jacket and wool pants. The first half of the rally had gone off beautifully, and she was one of the three leaders. The second half would entail a return trip through a roundabout way, but it meant laying over for a day to relax and regain some strength.
Most of the others were relaxing with either drinks, pot, or tobacco, and there were mass orgies going on in the various motel units where she was staying since there were almost as many female cyclists in the competition as male.
Sex was one thing that had always frightened Geralyn. In fact, motocrossing was one of her outlets, keeping her from feeling the needs her body kept telling her to obey. By tiring herself out on a cycle, she was able to push any kind of yearning into the background, never consciously thinking about it. Geralyn didn't think in terms of the morality involved. Hell! Her father had told her that simply being with the motocross rallyists was enough to tarnish her name, even if she never did indulge in anything sexually physical. However Geralyn had to maintain a degree of independence, and as a result she continued joining in these rallies, though usually only on weekends and certain holidays. She had a small job during the week which helped pay for what she thought of as the most necessary thing in her life; the care and fueling of her machine.
She had her motel room all to herself, even though she had agreed to share it with another girl. The other girl was in some other room, really partying it up.
Geralyn left her motel room door open because the heat in the room was too high, and there was something wrong with the thermostat. Each time she tried setting it lower, it either went off altogether, letting her freeze, or it remained too high, making her sweat.
At around ten o'clock, she decided it was time to get ready for bed. She wanted all the rest possible, especially since they would be off again at eight in the morning. Going to close the door, she was stopped by the presence of Bob Anson. "Big Bob," as he was known to everyone, was six-feet-four inches' tall and weighed about three-hundred-and-forty pounds. Most of it was muscle, though it was all covered by an outer layer of solid fat. . . very solid fat. He had a round, boyish, handsome face that would become jowly later in life, and his hair was very short, not quite a crew cut, standing up like brown curling bristles. He always had a red complexion, and when he smiled, it was time for someone to be careful.
Right now he was smiling at Geralyn.
"Hi, baby," he said in an almost innocently boyish voice, holding out a can of beer to her from which he had been drinking. "How's for some suds?" He belched.
In spite of it being winter, he was walking around with only a tee shirt and his jeans on. He had taken off his boots and was in his stockinged feet.
"No thank you," Geralyn replied. "I'm sorry, but I have to get to sleep now."
A smile split his face again, and Geralyn walked back into her room, pretending not to care about the animal look in his eyes. She lounged against the dresser, but her indifferent act made Bob smile. He knew she was scared shitless of him, and under that green-and-white blouse of hers, her heart was pounding wildly. It was like a caged animal fighting to get out. He finished the beer, tossing the can outside.
"You look good, baby," he told her, also stepping into the room and carelessly shutting the door. "Real good! Nice, big tits under that blouse, and full, round nips, long legs, large hips. Yeah, you got the kinda body that can make a guy real happy."
"I'd like to be alone," she snapped at him as worry beads of perspiration suddenly dotted her forehead.
Bob was sweating too, and he grunted like a pig, looking more and more aroused with every passing second as he stared at her. He seemed to be a ball of frenzied nerves all set to unravel all over her.
Geralyn stiffened with fear, a strange sensation chilling her, shuddering between her thighs, though she felt something else as well. Had she been with any other man she might have recognized the signals of need her body was sending her. Not so, with this man.
"You're all woman, honey, and you smell like one now that you've washed the grime off," Big Bob said to her, watching her eye movement very closely, "You're nice and ripe. Tell me, you getting ready for some of the other, slimmer jocks, baby? Is that hot, sweet little pussy of yours wet and dripping, anxiously looking forward to being fucked by one of them? Come on, kid, admit the fact that you want a good jazzing like any other cunt here."
He's stoned on something-or-other. He's all set to go into a rage. Aloud, she said, "I wish you wouldn't say things like that. You're imagining things, Bob. I don't do things with the other boys." She wondered if he was able to smell beyond the perfume she was wearing. Was he able to smell her actual fear of sex?
She had no idea what he was capable of really sensing, but she did know one thing for certain. For some strange, unexplainable reason she was wet between her thighs. When she stepped back she felt the lips of her vagina squishing with the silky warmth of her flowing inner juices, though she was certain the flow was from fear and not from any kind of arousal. For some unknown reason, whenever she was near a man, any man, especially when alone with the man for any length of time, her velvet inner pussy began tingling with a certain stimulation. So much of the fluid was pouring out of her, it was running between the cheeks of her behind, making her uncomfortably wet, back there. She had on a pair of shorts which she always brought with her to allow air to circulate around her legs in order to make up for the time she would be on the motorcycle, wearing the heavy woolen pants that would not permit her flesh to breathe. She was worried that her flowing juices were so heavy, she would be feeling droplets leaking down her inner thighs where Bob would see them. She had no brassiere on under her blouse at the moment, and her pink-tipped nipples were standing up, pressing themselves against the white fabric, making themselves plainly seen in spite of the blouse supposedly being opaque.
Bob took a deep breath, then he smiled at her, and said, "Hmmmmm . . . you definitely are ripe, girlie. So you don't put out for any of the other jocks, huh? Well, there's always a first time for everyone. Lucky you . . . you get to have your first time with me," he said in a sneering voice, his mind a whirling mass of bestial lust. His nerves, frayed from the three-day-long rally, snapped like whipcords with tension as he approached her and said, "I can make you feel really good, baby, really good. It's time you had something other than a bike between your thighs."
Geralyn opened her mouth to scream, but Bob's huge, meaty hand, clutching her throat, cut her shout off, as he said, "We don't wanna disturb no one else, honey, 'cause if we do, and they come in here and see me with you, they're gonna wanna get in on the action, too. They're stoned outta their minds at the moment, and all they'll see is cunt."
He hurled her onto the bed. Her back hit the mattress and bounced up, only to be thrown right back down again. She squirmed, making a strong effort to try and get away, but Big Bob grabbed an ankle, tugging her close to him.
He stared at her inner thighs and saw a trickle of her inner wetness. The odor of her made his nostrils flare. Geralyn's eyes widened with fear, and the sight made Big Bob laugh out loud. She really was an innocent one, this one. Yeah, probably a pure virgin, though all that bouncing around on a cycle saddle had probably snapped her cherry a long time ago. That was good. There wouldn't be any messy blood. Big Bob was used to having his way with women, having raped more than his share of them. He was going to rape this one, as well. The walls in these motel rooms were thick, and no one was going to hear a goddamn thing.
He gripped her ankle all the more tightly and ran his hand up along the inside of her trembling thigh, caressing her skin again and again until it was rashed with goosebumps. The flared bottoms of her shorts were like funnels which pushed the smell of her feminine ripeness as well as her inner heat straight into his face. He had been right about her being a hot piece, even if she didn't know the first thing about fucking. Well hell, he was gonna teach her. Even with her continually thrashing about, he was able to maintain his hold on her and continue feeling her skin, touching higher and higher until her goosebumps turned to wetness.
"Oh my Goddddd!" the terrified Geralyn gasped, surprised to discover her body betraying her by responding to this mountainous man's fingers touching her vagina. He was actually tearing her shorts, ripping them from her body, though she still had her panties on. But his hand seemed to ignore the panties, squeezing her asscheeks, then rubbing flatly against the pouting wet swell of her pussy. Blood hammered through her arteries, fear chilling her, for the fear was as much of her own emotions as they were of this bestial man. She had to stop him somehow.
"Don't you dare!" she yelled at him. The lovely blonde snapped her slender thighs tightly together. "Don't you dare touch me there!"
She's really asking for it! Big Bob thought. His pulsating cock was unbearably stiff and solid. It throbbed and pulsated with unbelievable sensitivity, the wedging tip yearning to once again penetrate a feminine orifice. Hell! He had made up his mind when they had first arrived at this motel that this was the little girl he was going to fuck. Had any other guy been in the room, he would have kicked the shit out of the man before throwing him out. No one and nothing was going to keep him from getting into this twat. The rich smell of her at the moment was enticing him even more, drawing him like steel to a magnet.
"Honey, I'm gonna fuck you," he told her. "I'm gonna fuck you real good. I'm gonna fill that tight little belly of yours with my sperm. I hope I'm coming through loud and clear!" Then his hand was fumbling at her waist, trying to grip the elastic band of her panties and slide them from her body. But she squirmed so, it was impossible to slide her panties down.
Aaaah, fuck it!
He finally got a good, solid grip on the elastic band, and then he just pulled. R-i-i-i-i-i-p!!! The nylon simply shredded very quickly, and he yanked on the cloth, pulling it from between her thighs and tossing it off, somewhere. Then he gripped her blouse and tore it off, as well, revealing her in all her nakedness, save for her open-toed sandals.
Naked and completely vulnerable at this moment, Geralyn wildly stared at the mountainous man. Her lungs were heaving with a combination of fear and anticipation because she knew no matter how much she struggled it was going to happen, and something inside her was urging her to open herself to the experience since it was inevitable. Her slender white thighs trembled noticeably as they stretched in a V shape. While her outer legs were a rich tan, her inner thighs were rosy white. The animal violence boiling uncontrollably in this man was splashing all over herself. The full, aromatic heat of her vagina was seething as she awaited what would come next, though at the moment she still didn't know what it was. Bob was salivating as he held her thighs open, staring lustfully at what looked like a heart-shaped opening between her vagina's tender tips. The light blonde pubic hair which barely covered her pubis looked tike some flimsy excuse for protection, and Bob chuckled, since, as protection, the filtering hairs were ludicrous. However, the sight of the hairs was sexually stimulating to him making him shudder with thrilled desire. Just seeing what few blond curls she had wetly clinging in ringlets to her vaginal mount was almost enough to blow the top off Big Bob's short-cropped head.
"Don't do this!" she gasped in a low voice.
"Don't hand me any crap about not wanting to be fucked!" Bob snapped at her. "I don't know what the hell you've been used to in your life, but when you play the motorcycle game honey, you have to be prepared to take everything that comes along with it . . . and in this case that includes my cock. Got me?"
"No!" she insisted.
"Yes!" he snapped, and slapped her face. "DON'T HURT ME!" she whimpered, more terrified of pain than anything else at this point. "You do tike I say, and we'll both have a good time. I'll bet you don't have a cherry, what with all the bike riding you do. So the worst thing you'll feel is my cunt stretcher widening your inner pussy a little. Once you're widened, everything'll feel good. You just do as I say, got me?"
Geralyn finally nodded, too terrified to resist. Although she was horrified at the thought of pain, and knew she was a virgin, she also knew her vagina had been stretched long before this. Her hymen had also been removed, but not by bike riding. When she had started menstruating at the age of eleven, she had decided she wanted a certain amount of freedom, even in her time of the month. So she had chosen to use tampons. As a result, insertion had snapped her hymen and had slowly but surely stretched her interior . . . true she wasn't stretched nearly as much as if she'd had a penis inside her, but she had been stretched, and as a result, was well aware of how elastic she was inside.
Bob lay on the bed beside Geralyn now, his hand finding how warm she was as his fingers delved into her crotch. She was softly groaning as his finger continually caressed her flaxen mound again and again, and she groaned when he slid a banana-like middle finger into her weeping slot.
"GHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" she gasped, still unaccustomed to such feelings.
Yet she humped her body high in the air against his probing digit, realizing that even though it was longer than the tampons she used, it felt much the same way when it entered her. What was more, she realized, for the first time, that all the times she had inserted tampons inside her, she had felt a certain arousal. Now, this arousal was considerably stronger than anything she had previously felt. The lovely blonde was aware of the way her tight pussylips actually sucked on the probing digit. Her body lifted and fell automatically as she became aware of aroused fires in the depths of her womb.
"HHHHAAAAUUUUNNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped.
For all his size and weight, Bob was graceful in the way he slipped out of his clothing, all the while managing to keep one finger or another of one hand or the other inside the tight little opening of the lovely girl's virgin pussy. He drilled all the way inside her narrow channel and began pressing his palm against her swollen mound so her clitoris was continually being stroked.
Shit! Bob was astounded at the way she took to his fingering. He was certain he wasn't wrong about her being a virgin, yet not only was she responding as an experienced woman, but to be truthful, she was physically responding much more strongly than most whores. She had something inside her, did this bitch! Hell! He would find out just how far he'd really be able to go with her. His nerves were adrenalized, seeing her respond so powerfully.
His throbbing penis stood straight up and he rose to his knees, somehow moving himself toward her face while keeping one hand between her thighs and stroking her vaginal interior.
"SUCK!" he commanded. "TAKE MY COCK IN YOUR MOUTH AND SUCK IT! DON'T GIMMEE NO BACK TALK, AND DON'T TELL ME YOU HAVEN'T DONE IT BEFORE, JUST DO IT, OR I'LL SLAP YOU SO SILLY, YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO GET UP IN TIME TO FINISH THE RALLY TOMORROW."
Terrified of this mountainous man, yet suddenly aware of how she inwardly needed do to as he commanded, the horrified blonde slowly opened her mouth. This was probably a disgusting thing to do, and yet she knew she was going to do it. Her nostrils told her the huge man was fastidious in his cleanliness. Even though he, like she, had been on a bike for three days straight, he had taken a long time in the shower, and she was able to smell the deodorant soap all over him. More, she was able to sense his own muskiness, and the idea of orally pleasing him, though terrifying, was also stimulating, and she knew she was going to do it.
Reaching out with her right hand, she gripped the penis. It was the first time in her life she had ever touched such an organ, and the pulsating heat within astonished her. She ran her fingers over the throbbing stanchion, looking at it, seeing the plum red head and the barrel cactus thickness of it. The skin was white and smooth, and she realized his organ was commensurate with his height and weight, though she doubted very much that his penis gained or lost weight with the rest of his body.
The smell of him, the feel of him, and the sight of his penis without looking at the rest of him was terribly exciting to the thrilled young girl.
"OOOOOHM!" she cooed, and without even thinking about it, allowed the wedge-shaped head of his throbbing penis to fit between her sucking lips. The tips of her fingers automatically caressed the red, wrinkled sac containing his testicles as she slowly brought her face down on the thick member, feeling it stretch her lips and bloat her cheeks.
She took the head of the cock as far into her small, narrow mouth as she was able, then she remained perfectly still, simply sucking, not really knowing what else to do.
"PUMP IT, BABY!" Bob shouted, half crazy with the feeling of her warm mouth. "PUMP MY COCK WITH THOSE SWEET LIPS OF YOURS. NOD YOUR HEAD UP AND DOWN."
Her tongue joined her lips in working on his throbbing penis, pressing against the underside, feeling the urethral tube pulsate. Her cheeks hollowed, pressing inwardly against the penis as she continued sucking. Her oral wetness covered half the length of his throbbing cock like a wet blanket. Her face remained steady as the penis continued slipping in and out of her lips, her mouth sucking, her tongue licking, her teeth lightly scraping.
Bob wanted to shove his cock all the way down her throat, but even he knew this would be too much for her. He had gotten her to actually like what she was doing, and with almost no effort. Hell! He hadn't expected her to end up being so willing. But now that she was willing, he'd have to be an asshole to ruin everything by jamming his cock down her gullet. Another time, maybe. Right now, she was doing one helluva job. Shit! He knew experienced girls who didn't have half the sucking talent she had.
"THAT'S GOOD, BABY!" he told her.
Shee-itttt! She was really taking to sucking. He didn't believe it. Her tongue caressed his cock as if it were an old friend instead of some kind of intruder. She was sucking insanely.
Geralyn wasn't able to understand what was happening to her. She was actually enjoying this abominable thing, loving it, thrilling to it. This was so incredible! Why in the name of heaven did she find herself getting such a perverse thrill from doing this?
"I oughtta shoot the sperm into your mouth!" Bob snapped at her, angry in a way that she had succumbed so easily, making him enjoy the sex without having to sadistically hurt her. "I should shoot my jizz down your throat and make you suck every last little drop of the stuff outta me."
Geralyn knew he was talking more out of a sense of bravado than anything else. She was suddenly aware of the macho kind of game he was trying to play, her eyes trying to look at his, unable to see anything with his mountainous belly in the way.
Big Bob Anson was a bully. He had been a bully all his life, and he would go on being a bully. It was the only way to hide the inferiority complex hidden deep within him, a complex engendered, no doubt, by his being overweight. Geralyn didn't feel sorry for him. She still hated him as a person. She would always hate him, and when this was over, she would one day find a way to get even with him for all this. But until the night was over, she was deter- mined to make the most of it. Rather than accept the rape, she was going to welcome him into her, no matter which part of her body he used. It might not be the proper thing to do, but it was the most sensible thing to do. At the moment she would do anything he wanted her to do, because it would save her not only the physical pain she dreaded, but the heady mental anguish as well.
"NO!" Bob suddenly shouted. "NOT NOW, NOT NOW. WE'LL PUMP SOME JISSUM DOWN YOUR THROAT, BUT LATER, NOT NOW."
His eyes were misting over as he felt the thrilling tug of her pursed lips pulling at the corona of his cock. His finger was still pumping in and out of her narrow vaginal container, and he decided she was so damn good he would work her into a real frenzy before he finally got down to fucking her. He let his other hand reach across his body while she still sucked his cock and he gripped the rounded moons of her buttocks, feeling for the ravine that divided her buns.
He touched her anal pucker with a forefinger and grinningly said, "How about here, baby?" He was still grinning as he said, "I'll bet you never had a cock in your ass, either. I wonder if you can handle that as well as having one in your cunt and your mouth."
Geralyn didn't say a thing, but rather continued pumping her head up and down on his throbbing penis. Bob saw he was getting nowhere in a hurry. No matter what he threatened to do, she wasn't being deterred. Sure he'd be able to hurt her if he wanted to, but giving pain for its own sake wasn't really his bag. He liked fucking women who were scared of his cock. These were the same broads who, for the most part, wouldn't even spit at him. Hell! When he fucked them, they stayed fucked. They never forgot him. If they came while he was fucking them, so much the better, but what he really wanted was to scare the hell out of them, and he was certain the threat Of fucking her ass would do just that to the little blonde. But Geralyn's head merely continued nodding up and down his penis, up and down, up and down, almost as if she were in agreement with anything he wanted; and it was goddamn exasperating.
"So the idea of being ass fucked doesn't scare you, huh!" he said, stabbing his cock into her face a few more times.
Suddenly he jerked her face off his cock, holding her cheeks between the palms of his hands as he stared into her eyes. He kissed her full on the mouth, and then he felt her tremble.
"So that's what scares you," he said smiling. "You hate lookin' at me, and you hate my mouth pressing against yours. It wouldn't bother you where I dicked you because my cock is something to which you suddenly find you can relate. But you can't relate to me personally."
Geralyn's lips trembled with fear, as if he had indeed managed to discover her weakness and push her one panic button, hidden deep in her soul. A false smile flashed across her face in an effort to hide her fear, but a moment later it disappeared.
"I read all you bitches like books," Bob said to her. "You all of you think you're so superior to us fat guys. Well I oughtta shove my fat cock right up that narrow asshole of yours. I'll bet you haven't ever been stretched back there before, and you're as narrow as can be back there, baby. I oughtta fuck that tight lily white inner channel of yours until I turn you to mush."
The idea of him doing such a thing to her finally got through to Geralyn, and she realized how much pain she would feel if he did decide to ram his cock into her ass. Seeing herself helplessly impaled on the end of his penis while he was behind her so jolted her, she began to shiver.
"You really are depraved!" she gasped. "No matter what you make me do, it isn't enough if it doesn't make me feel bad, is that correct? You are a disgusting animal!"
Bob smiled. He had found the switch to her fear, at last. He saw her eyes looking this way and that as the adrenalin inside her began pumping uncontrollably, pushing her mind from fear to desire and back again. He was going to get her, but he intended fucking her cunt first. There was plenty of time to cornhole her. Hell! If his cock wasn't able to do it, there was the decorative candle sitting in the holder on her dresser. There was one in every room to give the room a false sense of distinction.
"Take it easy, take it easy," Bob said to her. "I was only teasing you. I know you don't look at me like all the others. You don't think I'm so grotesque." Like hell you don't! he thought.
Like hell I don't! she thought.
"You burst in here, tell me you're going to rape me, force my mouth down on your penis, and then tell me you intend shoving it into my rear end too," she gasped. "Sure I'm frightened of you."
"Stay calm," Bob told her. "If I'd known you were such a hot bitch, I'd never have come on so strong." I'd have come on stronger!
Geralyn knew if he had been aware of the surging intensity in her, she would have been raped long before this. Not even she had been aware of the strength of her inner emotions until now.
He hovered over her, making her lie down, and he stared at her body. She had full, rounded breasts that stood up like cones even though she was horizontal.
"You have nice tits," he told her, "really nice tits. Most of the broads I know, even the ones your age, have droopy tits."
Bob embraced the slender blonde, their two bodies sinking into the bed as he pressed his weight against her. His face was between her upstanding breasts, and he was alternating between her two rich pink nipples, sucking one, then the other.
Geralyn groaned and weaved her long, lanky, slender legs around the heavy man's thighs while his lips laved her nipples and pumped them full of sensation. "HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH!" the shuddering blonde gasped, writhing under him.
This was her first experience of any kind with a male. If she'd had an idea things felt this good, she would have been doing more things like this a lot sooner in life, and certainly with men who were far more desirable. He made her breasts feel so good, she thought she was going to explode. It was obvious from the way he was working on her that he had a good idea just what he was doing to her.
She wriggled like a helpless rabbit in his grasp. She was opening her legs without realizing it, wordlessly pleading with him to bury his penis inside her, excited beyond belief, not worried about the consequences afterward. She had brought a store bought plastic bottle of vinegar-and-water douche with her, which she would always be able to use once Big Bob was gone. Right now, though, she wasn't thinking of such things. At the moment, all she thought about was what it would feel like to have that long sticker pushing its way inside her. Sure, she was frightened to some extent, but she was also aroused at the thought of it.
Geralyn quivered as the mountainous man positioned himself between her slender thighs, forcing them to spread very wide.
"You put it in!" he insisted.
She reached down and once again gripped the burning stanchion. Her fingers tugged on it, jerking it back and forth as she placed the onionlike head against her slit, and she realized her own body underneath was rolling with crazy gyrations, as if begging him to ram his joystick home. This was crazy! She was a virgin. She had never done anything like this before. But his fingers touching her and his mouth kissing her were sucking life into her breasts, and her vagina was clamoring for the throbbing length of his penis.
"IN!" she insisted. "SHOVE IT INTO ME!"
Bob finally yanked his mouth away from the mountainous fullness of her lovely mammaries. He reached down and roughly grabbed the lovely woman by her buttocks. Her trim, shapely buns were squished in the crushing squeeze of his fingers. He held her lovely pelvis steady, then, with slow, careful, easing movements, he began moving forward. Inch by inch he thrust his heavy penis between the lovely soft curtains of her dripping jewel-like opening.
"AAAAHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" she gasped, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure at the same time as she was stretched far more than ever before, feeling the strength of his cock rooting its way into her like the snout of a hungry pig. She squirmed her body downward, terrified he would ram into her, and when he didn't, she realized he was going to take his own sweet time fitting himself inside.
"Scared in spite of all that bravado, huh!" Bob laughed, and he pushed in a little deeper, the head of his penis halfway inside now, the corona not quite behind the vulva. Half a thrust and the rest of his penile knob would be inside her. "You're gonna love this, bitch!"
"I know!" she gasped.
"Good! Then tell me how much you want me to fuck that sweet little virgin cunt."
"DO IT!" she urged.
"Say the words, 'Fuck my virgin cunt!' " "Why?" she asked. "You're going to do it anyway."
"Yeah, but I like to hear it," Bob told her. "It lets me know I turned another unwilling virgin into a willing non-virgin. Got it?"
He was depraved, but she realized she was also somewhat depraved to feel this way. There was pain, but way beyond the pain there was more, and she wanted to feel that "more." Her body was alive and swarming with thrilled stimulation. Nothing would keep her from completing this which Big Bob had already started.
"You might hate the fat guy plugging you, baby, but you'll love the plug," he told her. "I'm gonna work a lotta tricks on you before we're finished, and you'll be thankful it was me who pumped into you."
She groaned, half in fear, half in desire. Perspiration glistened wetly on her flatly heaving young belly, a shining coat of sweat-a salty reminder that he was humiliating her by making her beg for that which she had feared only minutes ear her.
"Here it comes, baby!" Bob gasped.
" AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!" she bellowed as Bob's thick phallus slammed home solidly inside her, widening her narrow culvert, stretching her inner walls, his hard cock sliding through her oily canal with a sssllluuurrssshhhh! He didn't waste time, but began ramming his penis in and out of her tight interior, jolting her wet inner channel with pounding insistence.
"IIII'MMMM . . . UUUNNNHHH . . . FUCKING YOU, BABBBYYYY ..." he gasped, his cock buried to the vibrant hilt inside her tightness as she dug her heels into the mattress and came up to meet him. She was surprised to find herself so immediately responsive, but decided the continual use of tampons had prepared her for this.
Bob was grunting and panting as her hot warmth surrounded his wetly coated shaft. His hard penis was sucked by all her walls at once as it grooved into her guts with thundering strokes, hitting again and again.
"AAAANNNNHHHH!" gasped the helpless girl.
She found herself amazingly strong and able to bear his overbearing weight as she moved beneath him. He pressed down on her on all sides, his body flowing around hers, surrounding her. Lowering his head, he began sucking her nipples while still pumping the throbbing driveshaft of his organ into her narrow vestibule, at the same time squeezing her firm buttocks.
Pump! Pump! Pump!
He jackhammered his throbbing penis solidly into her again and again. The juicy interior of her vagina met each maddening drive of his violently thrusting cock. His loins burned with a fierce intensity, his sperm raging like white water in his balls.
Geralyn had always been under the impression it took a woman a little while to discover what an orgasm felt like. Pent-up fear drained through her shuddering channel as his throbbing penis continued thundering in. Her vagina spread wide open and her interior surged with joy as she realized she was attaining her first orgasm in spite of the horribly rough treatment this man had accorded her. Explosions rocketed through her nervous system as solid jolts of delight burned her inner flesh.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYGGGGHHHH AAAAIIIII-GGGGYYYYHHHHUUUUNNNNHHHH!" she screamed thrashing about beneath his bulk like an animal.
He rounded hips arched off the bed, going higher and higher as his penis plunged deeper and deeper. Juices slopped over the folds of her cunt and leaked into the ravine between her asscheeks. Warm, pungently thick, viscous fluids poured into her.
"Not yet, baby!" he told her. "I'm not gonna shoot in you, just yet. I can only pop one load a night, and I'm saving it. I just wanted you to feel what it's like to have sperm shooting through you . . . but I changed my mind. For the moment it's enough for you to feel what it's like to have a cock reaming its way through you."
Geralyn didn't understand. He had surely started all this with the idea of firing into her and satisfying himself. What more did the man want?
She was to find out.
CHAPTER TWO
Bob tugged his weighty cock out of Geralyn and slid off to the side. He pushed his fingers into her and examined her naked beauty, inwardly brimming with heat but intent on wringing all the satisfaction he was able to from her before shooting.
Look at her, lying there, her eyes closed for the moment, a radiance on her face all because he had been able to satisfy her. They were all like her, though none of the others had been nearly this beautiful. Well, he had been the first inside her, and he had made her achieve orgasm almost immediately, whereas some skinny punk would probably have fucked her until her cunt was sore without bringing her off.
Geralyn lay there, panting heavily, wondering just what it was this man had in mind. She jumped when he pulled his fingers from the tightness of her pussy, and she stared as he got to his feet and wandered over to the dresser. He took the long, white, wax candle from the candlestick. She suddenly realized what he was going to do, and she screamed, "N-O-O-O-O-O-O . . . DON'T ..."
"This is gonna be another present of mine for you," Bob told her. "I'm gonna shove it into you in such a way I guarantee you'll never forget me, no matter how many other guys you fuck."
Lust drove the man on. His arms slipped through her thighs, and in a single fluid movement, he had her lithe and slender body lying on its belly, her face pressing into the pillow on which her head had been resting. He smiled as he studied the back side of her deliciously rounded body. She had such slender thighs, such shapely asscheeks, and her waist was really one of those narrow ones all put together in a single gentle sloping package.
Her dainty asscheeks winked back at him now, and the black line between them looked like that, a line, and nothing more. Each of her round cheeks was a work of beauty, and their perfection was such, he was instantly reminded of her monumental breasts-those lovely small mountains that, on her, were also perfect in form and detail.
He had only a second to study all this wonderful feminine beauty. Then it suddenly turned into the kind of fight he enjoyed as Geralyn began kicking and struggling in the hope of gaining her freedom.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed.
"Don't you dare put that foreign object into my body . . . don't you dare, Bob Anson. I might become infected because of it!"
Her thighs tightened around his arm, compressing firmly, and Bob felt the heat from her vagina escaping against his hand. She was still burning hot and soaking wet, her vagina still leaking lots of her own inner joy juice. His hand pushed its way into her crotch again, his palm cupping her pouting labia. A thumb rammed itself into her juicy vaginal tunnel, making her writhe with more pleasure, and even more sparks shot through her when another finger, began massaging her clitoris. Flashes of lightning exploded from her vagina under his stimulation. A shuddering jolt brought a gasp to Geralyn's lips and for an instant she relaxed the tight grip of her squeezing thighs and clenching buttocks.
Bob now had the opening he needed. In the winking of an eye he pulled upward, raising her cheeks and forcing her to prop her knees under her for support. Her lovely butt now faced him as she was in the position of a slave, bowing away from him. The rich aroma of her cunt burned his nostrils. Her secretions dripped from the rich pinkness of her vagina into the narrow black opening between the cheeks of her ass. He used the palm of his hand to rub the oils against her tiny anal opening.
Bob took that one brief moment when the lovely blonde's attention was focused on the hand he had, squirming against her vagina to bring the dildo-like candle between the rounded cheeks of her bum.
The slender wick-tip slipped between her asscheeks and into the tight ring of her sphincter. Then he shoved-hard!
"YYYYAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH!" the lovely, helpless blonde began loudly screaming as if an electric charge had been blasted into her tight rectum. Her back arched at an awkward angle while her buttocks continued hunching outward.
Geralyn felt the long candle pushing into her, literally probing into her lower gut. The tingling jolt charged straight through every nerve-ending in her body, a thousand volts tingling every cell. Her flat belly tautened. She sucked in air as her vision blurred.
It's in me! The stupid moron had stuck that horrible thing in me! her brain screamed.
For one frantic instant she felt her virgin rectum push out like some tiny overripe fruit. The slender wax, penislike instrument probed even deeper inside her, and she was terrified it would break off inside her while she kneeled there, helpless to do anything.
Pain was rippling through her entire body, generating from her rear tightness. It was a terrible, unspeakable pain, centering at her narrow rectum and screaming like a fire alarm gone berserk. Swift explosions went off inside her in deadly precision. The fire, having ignited in her vagina originally, now suddenly fanned to the narrow tunnel of her rectum. The flames of lust began licking thrillingly into her narrow rear road. Not wanting to feel sexual thrills back there, Geralyn screamed once again, kicking back, trying to pull the penis out of her rear end, for she thought of the candle as a penis. All the time she told herself this horrible humiliation and added pain was not happening to her.
But it was, and what was more, the long wax penis-like candle was less than a third of the way inside her asshole.
"TIGHT . . . UHHHH . . . LITTLE HOLE," Bob grunted, cramming more of the almost-petrified wax candle between her asscheeks. "This is a kinda present from me to you so no matter where you are, when this ass of yours is seated on a bike, you'll always have cause to remember old Bob. You'll never forget me, blondie."
He was aware of her finally unfolding, the tiny ring of muscle that was her sphincter surrendering under his constant attack. Deeper inside he went, plunging into new virgin ground with each forward thrust of the candle. He hoped the heat of her ass wouldn't melt the wax ... at least until he was finished fucking her. The vibrations jolted her butt. Her skin was covered with millions of goosepimples, but in spite of her screaming, the way she was wriggling told Bob he was reaching her, and lust was once again creeping into her wanton body.
"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND ENJOY IT, YOU STUPID BITCH!" he sharply ordered. Almost all the way in now, the candle pushed a little deeper before all that remained outside her was enough for him to grip. He rotated the candle inside her, making her corkscrew her tender buttocks.
"COME ON, COME ON, FUCK YOUR ASS BACK AND STOP FIGHTING, GODDAMN IT ALL TO HELL!" he snapped. "FUCK! FUCK WITH YOUR HIPS! COME ON, YOU STUPID CUNT! DO I GOTTA TELL YOU EVERYTHING? MOVE THAT ASS!"
Geralyn moaned. The candle was not that thick, and though it wouldn't really melt or break in her, the outer wax was softening a little, so it was sliding in and out of her asshole all the more easily now. In, out! In, out! But her narrow rectal tunnel wasn't used to such probing, and even though Geralyn knew it wasn't a thick instrument, it still felt as heavy as a baseball bat inside her. It was like a caveman's club, slamming at her backside, sliding into her anal warmth. In, then out! In, then out!
"You like it, don't you, you bitch!" Bob taunted out loud. "You like it so much you don't really want me to stop."
Geralyn wanted to yell no . . . that he was a cruel and vicious monster, and that nothing he did would ever really arouse her, if only because he was the one doing it.
Yet, the simple truth was that he was right. She did like to feel something being forced into her this way. Her insides were all gooey and squishy from the moving candle. The continued back-and-forth stroking sent vibrant chills through her tightening and loosening muscles and burning flashes through her shuddering nerves. Bob was dominating her in a way that left her gasping. The movement of the long candle, the constant penetration of the wax shaft, the bestial attack upon her tight little starred anus stirred in her a primal energy.
"THAT'S GOOD . . . THAT'S GOOD . . . ROLL YOUR HIPS AGAINST THE CANDLE," Bob ordered.
Her vagina was leaking heavily, and the fluids were dripping down her knees. The smell of her pussy was driving him wild with want, yet he continued remaining behind her, pushing the candle in and out of her tight asshole. He had promised her a mouthload of sperm before leaving, and by God, that was what he was going to give her. This time her cunt was clamoring for cock, but he wouldn't give that steaming pussy the satisfaction of his own prick. No sirree!
"COME ON!" he snapped at her. "FUCK THAT ASS AND MOVE IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT AND YOU WANT MORE! COME ON!"
"I can't..." she gasped. "This is so wrong ... so horrible ... so perverted . . . " but even as she spoke the unmentionable feelings of lascivious desire were welling up inside her. She forced herself to disbelieve the signs, at first. She would not surrender to it . . . not now ... not ever! She promised herself that it was bad enough to have yielded to what this man had done to her with his penis in her mouth and vagina, without having to surrender to this insane madness. He was raping her, fucking her, using her rectum, and eventually she was certain he would unload his sperm somewhere inside her, but from this point on she was determined not to enjoy it. That was one thing he would never make her do.
Don't give in, she heard herself say. You don't like it. You hate it! You hate what he's doing! You despise this man and everything he stands for. He's a fat, disgusting slob who takes his inferiority feelings out on women by trying to make them feel inferior instead. He wants to make me crawl and beg, but he'll never break me down.
But even as these prideful words raced through her shuddering mind, the stirrings of heady sexual arousal began exerting a powerful hold on her. She fought against it, but she was no more able to stop the aching throb of sex than she was capable of stopping the world from spinning on its axis.
"HUMP, YOU BITCH!" Bob gasped. "HUMP THOSE LOVELY ASSCHEEKS BACK AGAINST THE CANDLE. COME ON, COME ON, SO I SHOVED MY WAX FRIEND UP YOUR ASS. YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU LIKE IT! ALL WOMEN LIKE IT! YOU'RE NO EXCEPTION! SO FUCK! PUSH AGAINST MY HAND, AND JERK YOUR KNEES SO THE WAX SHAFT GOES ALL THE WAY INTO YOU EACH TIME."
He slapped her soundly on her right asscheek, making her jump. She felt as if the candle wax was sandpapering the walls of her anal tunnel. Yet she also felt the heat continuing to build in her shuddering body, building like an inferno under his continually fast stroking. She was coming around . . . definitely coming around . . .yes, there was no doubt about it. She was grooving on the penis-like candle, and soon she would be orally grooving on his cock.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Dirty, ugly, shameful words! Depravity was suddenly running rampantly through her quivering soul. A candle, of all things, was chugging through her rectum; a candle. It made her aching mind flame with wildly frantic thoughts. It seethed in her soul. It whip-cracked her tender nerves. Geralyn felt the sensation building inside her and she suddenly realized she was going to have another climax. She was going to attain satisfaction rectally this time. Her rounded asscheeks drew up tight, her vaginal walls beginning their contracting moves and her breasts became as hard as polished granite.
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGH!" she moaned out loud.
She was certain her rectum was badly hurt inside. Yet there was the heat of physical love that had suddenly found a home in her rear channel. Her breasts were wildly bouncing back and forth, frenzied with excitement. She wanted to feel more! She needed to feel more! The candle was making love to her, slipping in and out of her tight asshole, moving faster and faster, feeling thicker and heavier. "OOOONNNNGGGGHHHH!"
"TAKE IT INSIDE YOU . . . TAKE IT IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOLE!" Bob insisted, flooding her narrowly tight rectum with the long, waxy candle, moving it in and out all the more quickly now.
"OHHHHMMMM YYYYYGODDDDUHHHHH!" Geralyn gasped, her asscheeks jackhammering on the bed.
The driving candle jolted her trembling nerves, twisting her inner organs, churning through her lower bowel. The gigantically throbbing penislike extension was ravaging her bunghole and bringing explosions of pleasure. It pushed the need for sex into a tight place where she had never thought any kind of sex existed. The candle seemed to snap at her entrails, digging deeper and deeper into her large intestine like some blood-sucking beast of the night.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGGG-HHHHH AAAAGGGGHHHH! -1 she screamed as the orgasm took complete control of her.
It was incredible to feel herself climaxing from anal strokings, yet that was indeed what she was feeling.
Bob didn't let up on the driving pressure of the candle for a single instant. He kept pumping her narrow hole with stroke after stroke. The heavy man watched her lissome form continually flop about in helplessly hopeless movements. Her frantic motions only made her inner body scream for more sex, and she began twisting into knots, her rounded bumcheeks spread out before him like two huge globes. Her sphincter was sucking on the candle the way a mouth would pull at an udder. Bob was obsessed by the helpless girl's sexual hunger, a hunger for which he was responsible, having awakened her to the needs of her body in a violent manner. He watched her squirm and beg for that all important orgasm, and seeing her capable of anally attaining one made him jealous since he knew he would never climax that way. Hell! If anyone so much as tried shoving anything up his rear he would have cut their heads off.
He had dominated the girl, yet it was not enough. He felt as if she had taken something away from him merely by enjoying what he was doing to her, and so he was mad for revenge. She had, after all, refused him simply because he believed she thought of him as all the others had: a fat slob. It didn't occur to him that she had been terrified of his attitude as much as of his appearance. In fact, she was more terrified of his attitude since he had a pleasant-enough face. As far as he was concerned, all he was doing was getting back at her for the unjust attitude she had taken toward him.
"COME ON, COME ON," he snapped at her. "LET'S SEE YOU SQUIRM AND WRIGGLE THAT TIGHT ASS OF YOURS AROUND THE CANDLE, BABY."
He saw her face in the mirror on the opposite wall. It was frenziedly alive with terror and passion. Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips clenched in determination. Now they opened and her teeth glistened as the loudest scream Bob had ever heard came from her throat.
" YYYYYYAAAAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYAAAAA-GGGGHHHAAAAGGGGGUUUUHHHH!" she bellowed.
"COME ON, YOU ROTTEN BITCH! HIT THE TOP! HIT THE TOP! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!" he yelled, flipping her onto her back with the candle still jammed all the way into her rectum. The pressure of her back slamming against the mattress made her reach another minor crisis.
This thick cock still stood out straight and hard, vibrant with strength and bloated with blood. He straddled her chest, keeping his weight on his knees as he dug them into the mattress on either side of the bed. Reaching down with one hand, he pinched her jaw hinges, pressing hard on them until her mouth was forced open. With his other hand he guided his monstrous cock into her mouth, jamming it down her throat. Warm, flooding saliva surrounded the organ as he pushed the head into her gullet, making her cough and choke and gag.
"You may get fucked in the future, but you'll never get it from anyone else the way you're getting it from me tonight, baby," he told her as she gutturally gurgled. All the while he bestially continued thrusting into her throat, and her tongue automatically moved against the underside of his member, feeling the pulsations in his urethra. "DAMN YOU, SUCK ME! SUCK ME! SUCK ME!"
He gripped her face to hold it steady and pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. Some of his weight came down on her chest-he was unable to keep it all on his knees-and their bodies clung together for a lustful instant. Then he was pulling back, only to slam down and sink the entire thickness of his massive penis right back into her esophagus. In, then out, in, then out. Hot and wet and delightful.
"I'm one guy you'll never forget!" he insisted, yelling at her.
His balls were dictating his speech patterns. Sperm was rising in his penile shaft, pushing insanely into the swollen throbbing head of his anxious prick. One last time he thrust the full length of his cock down her tightly gagging throat, letting her taste the full length of his meatiness.
Then out he came. Cock in hand he aimed the organ point-blank at Geralyn's beautiful face, shouting "Look at me, you bitch! Take a really good look now!"
She opened her eyes, seeing his huge expanse of belly above her face. She also saw the large red tip of the monstrous penis, and then . . . SPPPPPPLLLLLLAAAAAASHHHHHH!!! Heated sperm blasted against her mouth, her upper lip, her nose, and her cheeks. A steady stream of squirting semen followed. Long strings of sticky sperm began spider-webbing her face as he shot all over it.
"OHHHHHHH . . . YYYEEEAAAHHH ..HHHAAANNNHHH ... GGGHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH ..." he bellowed, pushing his penis around her nose, rubbing the dribbling tip of it against her lips. His spunk felt hot and salty, and . . . delicious! Without even thinking, the young girl's tongue licked out and began catching what was left of his drippings as it came oozing from the tiny slit in the tip of his penis. The taste of it, added to the candle in her ass, set her off again, and she had yet another orgasm. She was exploding uncontrollably, her body silently convulsing. More sperm coated her lips and more pleasure continued jolting through her shuddering body. Lust continued seeping through her pores, its thrilling aroma wrapping the two of them in its eternally overpowering deliciousness.
He pumped his cock into her face until his balls were empty and burning from being drained so totally. She was a good one, this one. She had made him climax like no other bitch he had ever known. He wanted to stay here and spend the night with her, but he didn't want to run the risk of anyone seeing him coming from her room in the morning, when they would all have headaches, but also have their sense of reality back.
He climbed off her, reached under her, and managed to pull the entire candle out of her intact. Holding it up, he waved it in front of her dulled eyes, saying, "You responded to this as much as you would have to any cock, baby. You're pure sex! Too bad I can't hang around, but you hold onto this candle ... for luck. It'll always remind you of me."
Even now, a year later, as a full-fledged member of the Nebraska State highway patrol-Motorcycle Division, Geralyn Martin still had that candle. It was in one of the saddlebags attached to the rear of her motorcycle, at the bottom, and it would remain there until she had the opportunity to one day shove it up Big Bob Anson's rear end before hauling him off to prison. No one was ever going to prove she put it there, but when he was found with it, the one reputation he feared most, would taint him-that of being queer.
CHAPTER THREE
Geralyn was teamed with a short, squat, powerful man named Phil Buono. Phil had once been bald, but had undergone a hair transplant so that now he had a full head of curly black hair that grew and was cut just as his hair had done when he had been in his teens. He looked more than ten years younger because of the transplant, and all the desk women who looked at him did so with their tongues hanging out. He had a tan face, big bright eyes, a fairly long nose, and tightly compressed lips above a granite-like jaw. At five-feet-nine, he had barely met the minimum height requirement for the state patrol.
Like all men, Phil had been skeptical about having a female partner, but he was more than happy to have Geralyn as the weeks progressed. She proved herself as capable as any male, and her good looks, apparent even though she wore a crash helmet and goggles, had distracted more than one offender long enough for Phil to get the drop on him.
There were the few men who didn't give a damn what a cop looked like. Anything in uniform was their enemy, and they would shoot at it, and Geralyn proved herself adept at being able to take care of herself, once even putting a bullet into the shoulder of one of them. Both she and Phil wore bulletproof vests under their leather jackets. They even wore them on the very cold days that they were not permitted to take to their motorcycles. On those days, the two of them took out a patrol car.
Phil soon began feeling at ease with her, and he joked with her, though he didn't really talk as he would have with another male partner. This angered Geralyn a little, and one day, after they had gone off duty, she told him as much while they were heading for his car.
"Now listen," Phil told her. "I respect you, and I admire the way you handle yourself. There's no one else I'd rather be partnered with at the moment, but to tell the truth, I won't talk to you as I would a man because it isn't right."
"Why not?" Geralyn wanted to know.
"To tell the truth," he told her, "when I'm with the fellas we discuss women. I'm sure you don't want to hear about my experiences with other women."
But he was wrong. That was precisely what Geralyn did want to hear. Like all over women who worked for the department, she was fascinated by Phil Buono. She figured if she got him talking about his sexual experiences, she might be able to convince him to make love to her.
Bob Anson had ignited a strong feeling in Geralyn. It had been more than a year since she had done anything with a man. In fact, no man had touched her since Big Bob had raped her. But the need was there, the urge was there. For more than a year she had submerged it in work, but there were times that work just wasn't enough. She needed sex. The trouble was, most men either would want nothing to do with a lady cop, or afterward, they would go around boasting how they had boffed the first female cycle patrolwoman. Geralyn needed a man who was capable of keeping his mouth shut, and Phil Buono had very ably demonstrated his closed mouth abilities. She was certain there were women about whom he didn't talk even now. But there were others about whom he would talk because he knew no reputation would be harmed. These were the ones she wanted to get him talking about.
"I don't understand you, Geralyn," he said to her as they stopped in front of his car. The two of them lived near one another, and they car-pooled on the way to work to save gasoline.
"What don't you understand?" she asked, as they got in.
"Why would you, a woman, want to hear about what I've done with other women. It doesn't make sense."
"Don't try and analyze it," she told him, as he started the car. "Look, where are you going after you drop me off."
"I was thinking of hoisting a few at the local tavern." "Why not come on up to my place. I have a six pack in my refrigerator, and you can turn it into a four pack or a three pack."
Phil knew Geralyn didn't drink beer. He was curious why she would have it in her refrigerator.
Shrugging, he nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll follow your lead, honey, but I'm curious just where it is you're taking us."
"I promise you, it won't be anywhere you won't like," she assured him. "Now let's get to my nice, warm apartment. It's cold out here, in case you haven't noticed it, and by the time the car is ready to warm up, we'll be there."
"Yeah!" Phil nodded, exhaling smoke, putting the car in gear, and starting it forward.
As he drove, he looked at the blonde woman from the corner of his eye. He still wasn't able to figure out her angle. Just what the hell did she have in mind? He would soon find out!
CHAPTER FOUR
Geralyn's apartment was a nice little three room affair that cost three-hundred a month. She had furnished the place bit by bit out of her own salary, not buying anything on time since she didn't believe in credit. The stove and refrigerator had already been in the house when she had moved in. She'd had just enough money for a nice bedroom set with a large queen-sized bed. Carpeting had come next, and then she had purchased a sofa for the living room, and then a TV set. In the kitchen she had an old bridge table and some chairs her parents had given her when she had moved into the apartment.
The walls were all papered in the same green-and-white pattern in every room except the bathroom, which, fortunately, had been tiled all the way up to the ceiling. Geralyn had saved a lot of money when she had found the wallpaper on sale one week, and taking enough for three rooms had given her an even larger discount.
Eventually, she would fill in the rest of the living room. Right now, she had one floor lamp in there next to the sofa, but no coffee table. Instead, she had an old orange crate.
When they got to her apartment, Geralyn took Phil's coat and hung it in the closet, and then, after taking off her own coat, she went to the kitchen and got him a beer while he sat in the living room. She brought the beer to him in a glass, and when he finished the first, she brought him a second beer, remaining silent the entire time.
"Well now," she said to him. "How about talking to me as if I were one of the boys."
"You still don't look like one of the boys," he told her.
"I should hope not," she laughed, sitting as she was right next to him on the sofa. It was dark out, but she hadn't bothered putting on the lamp. Her window shades were down at the moment, as if trying to keep the cold from coming in while her radiant heat radiators kept the rooms warm.
"What do you want me to tell you?" he asked.
"You were in Vietnam, weren't you?" she asked.
"Yeah!" he nodded.
"What about the women over there?"
"What about them? They have to survive. So they'll give their bodies to any man who'll pay for it. The really pretty ones either worked one of the houses or sold themselves as slaves to G.I.'s to provide food for their families."
"Did you 'buy' one of those girls?" Geralyn asked.
"Yeah!" Phil admitted.
"Why?"
"Look at it this way. I was in the M.P. unit overseas, which meant I didn't do any real fighting. I had an apartment in Saigon and there was all kinds of venereal disease wandering through the city. Not only that, but a lot of the women there were hooked on dope, and the last thing I needed was a speed freak or an acid head. So I found a family with a lot of daughters one day while I was patrolling the area, and I bought one of them for five hundred dollars, which, for them, is one helluva lot of money. She was a virgin, clean, and I taught her how to bathe properly. This way I didn't have to go wandering all over Saigon looking for my pussy, and Chong Sai, the girl, had a warm place to sleep. I stayed over there until our forces were withdrawn, and when I left, I managed to smuggle her onto one of those boats that eventually landed in California. She's living here in the States now, and from the letters she sends me, I understand she's doing very well. Hell! I'm not going to try and justify what I did. I wanted cunt, and she wanted security. We both got what we wanted."
First he had said pussy, and then cunt. He was warming up. Geralyn realized he would need very little now to push him over the edge, and she heaved a heavy sigh. A strange, excited expression was on her face, and he was only barely able to make it out in the dark.
Had Phil had something to eat with his beer he might have been thinking more rationally. But beer on an empty stomach seemed to clog his mind and build the lust in him. Looking at Geralyn's face, he realized she was aroused, listening to him talk. He wondered if she was the pure innocent he had always believed her to be. It was her innocent-looking face that had kept him from trying to make a pass at her during their off duty hours.
"Geralyn," he asked, "why am I here?"
"Do I really have to put it into words?" she inquired.
"Oh, come on, honey. Not you. Not you!"
"Why not me?" she asked. "Why should I be different from other women? I like sex. I grant you I haven't had very much of it, and the one time I did have it, it was violently forced on me. Nevertheless, the man awakened something in me, and though I've done without for more than a year, I think the time has come for me to get some physical satisfaction. Phil, if you don't want me, say so, and I'll understand. You don't owe me a thing."
"Hell! Sure I want you," he told her. "Any guy in his right mind would give his eye teeth for you."
He started sitting up straight on the sofa, but Geralyn got to her feet and in the twinkling of an eye removed her blouse and slacks, then pulled off her brassiere. In the darkness it was almost impossible to see the full melons of her breasts, but he heard the wispy sound of her panties coming off, along with her pantyhose.
He was aware of her padding away from him, heading for the bedroom at the rear of the apartment. Then she turned on the bedroom light and walked inside. He leaped to his feet and followed her in.
There she was, rosy naked and beautiful, her white flesh-white now that it was winter-glistening invitingly. His cock was already swelling to painful erection as he sat on the edge of her bed and stared at her while she came near him.
Geralyn stood above him with her hands knuckling her hips, her long thighs apart. She was so close all he had to do was look straight ahead to see her glistening yellow peach fuzz that passed for pubic hair. Underneath was the rich pink gash of her softly glistening cunt, and the end of the tight cleft where her asscheeks came together. He watched her as her hips began to slowly gyrate and her thighs spread themselves even farther apart. Phil stared at the way her hands came down and ran through her light blonde pubic hairs, and he saw her forefinger sliding between her pulsating vaginal lips, up and down, up and down as she moved even closer to him. He stared straight up, looking at the flatness of her soft belly, now heaving with desire. His lust-filled eyes traveled even higher to where he saw her full breasts standing straight out, almost hiding her beautiful face. Between her breasts he was able to see her chin tilted upward, her lovely head thrown back.
His hands reached out and began caressing the insides of her trembling thighs and calves. He stroked up and down, watching the way her fingers surrounded the lips of her tantalizing vagina. Slowly, little by little, she tugged the labia outward. The glistening inner pink walls of her dripping vagina were now visible to him. As he stared, his throbbing prick stiffer than a ramrod, she began slowly gyrating her buttocks. The sight was too much for him as he gaped at her juicing interior. It twitched and actually spurt out a small splash of vaginal oil. He noticed she was reaching behind her with one hand, letting a finger peek at him from between her cuntlips from the rear before moving up to tickle her anus. Then she slowly turned around in front of him and bent forward, jutting her asscheeks in his direction, tugging her asscheeks apart, letting him get a good glimpse of her tight little starred asshole.
He suddenly had the overpowering urge to suck her cunt. He didn't do it with very many women. In fact, the little Vietnamese girl was the last one with whom he had performed cunnilingus. He licked his lips at the thought of it, but changed his mind. In the meantime, Geralyn continued bending lower, spreading her legs wide while her fingers toyed with her throbbing hard clitoris as one of her fingers slipped in and out of her flooding vagina.
Phil was unable to stand it any longer. He leaped to his feet and began tearing his clothing from his body. His hands touched her jiggling asscheeks, pushing her away while he finished taking off his clothing, her full breasts jiggling obscenely.
His huge cock sprang out as his pants fell to his ankles and he kicked them off. Geralyn had turned and was staring at it, and she realized she was salivating. Bob Anson had done a terrible thing to her. He had made her feel the need for a cock everywhere inside her. One day, when she caught him, she would make him pay.
Phil saw the way she was staring at his penis, a long, thick, red-stemmed cock with a large purple head, and he knew she was on fire. There was an odd look in her eyes which told him she actually wanted to put her mouth on his cock. It wasn't such a bad idea, but at the moment he wasn't thinking in terms of blow jobs.
Reaching out, he grabbed one of her wrists and he tugged her in an upright position, then spun her around and hurled her onto the bed where she lay on her back and instantly opened her legs, inviting him into her. She lay there Ike a wanton instead of the pure, innocent woman he had believed her to be. Then he remembered what she had said to him, and it was enough to make him understand why she was as she was. She had been raped, and the rape had triggered all the sensual thrills inside her. Now her arms were thrown behind her head, and her full breasts bobbled as her chest heaved with uncontrolled passion as she rolled her buttocks beneath her and started her hips moving in a long, slowly screwing action as if some invisible penis were already inside her, fucking in and out of her.
Phil watched, heatedly and homily aroused, staring as she squeezed her soaking wet pussylips tightly together between the tender juncture of her soft thighs, trembling all the while with overpowering desire; desire that had remained hidden until now. She began wriggling and squirming her rounded hips before his face as her hands moved down and filled themselves with the fullness of her breasts. He crawled on the bed, heavily panting, kneeling between her legs and lying on top of her, his cock purposely held in one hand away from her anxious vagina. He was aware of her long, solid legs wrapping themselves around his body, pulling him closer to her while her buttocks continued squirming, letting him know how dearly she needed his cock. A wild excitement, spurred on by a combination of two beers on an empty stomach and her own lascivious need made him think, What the hell, if this is what she needs, I'd be a bastard not to give it to her. Maybe I can teach her something new. His mouth was pressed to her ear as he lay on top of her, and he said, "Would you like to do something with me that I did with my little Vietnamese Chippie?"
"Yes, yes, oh yes!" she gasped, panting back at him, her voice heavy with thrilled excitement. "Tell me what you want me to do. I'll do it!"
He pulled away from her, and said, "Roll over on your belly, honey."
"Not in my ass," she pleaded.
"Not in your ass," he assured her.
She rolled onto her stomach, lying flat, her head averted from him at the moment.
Had Phil been able to see her face at the moment he would have found her eyes glazed with thrilled wanting. Instead, he concentrated on the smooth roundness of her full asscheeks. He had to admit he had never seen a more symmetrical pair of buttocks. He glared at their roundness, staring down at them, fondling them, feeling their warmth and their soft rubberiness and firmness while Geralyn continued moaning incessantly.
Lascivity had the pair of them entrapped in its steel-fisted grip right now. Phil's mind went back to Vietnam, to his little Vietnamese girl. He had never thought of her as a whore, since she had been a virgin when he had first had her, and he had shipped her out of Vietnam before coming to the States himself. They had done anything and everything. She had been a willing pupil, and he had the feeling that this lovely woman would be just as willing a pupil.
Geralyn closed her eyes and remembered what had happened with Bob Anson. She forgot how he had forced her, and she didn't think about the man's weight, but what she did think about was the good feelings he had imported to her. Had she not decided to become a peace officer, there was every possibility that the next time she would have gone out on a motorcycle rally, she would have allowed herself to be gangbanged. Big Bob had made her into a very different kind of woman. Yes, there was no doubt about it. The difference lay in her need for sex, and now that it was finally going to be granted again, she was ecstatic.
"SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HONEY!" the handsome patrolman whispered to her.
He was aware of how throbbingly solid and erect his penis was standing, pressing hard and flat against his own stomach. He watched as the beautiful woman obeyed him, spreading her legs as far apart as possible while he crawled between them shallow at the moment, damp from her own perspiration as it widened, revealing the puckered little brown opening that was her anus. Below that, with practically no hair around it, was her rich, pink, oyster-colored cunt, the gaping lips now spread so wide he was able to see the aroused and excitedly rich vaginal walls all soaking wet and inviting. She was crushing her vagina solidly against the bedsheets and once again screwing her hips around and around in slow motion, lewdly arousing him all the more.
"Okay, honey," he told her. "Now up on your lovely knees."
His voice was little more than a frosted white breath of air in spite of the fact that the room was warm. He watched as her rounded asscheeks rose into the air as she struggled to her knees, legs still widely spread apart. Muscles and cords stood out obscenely as she balanced herself on her knees, her buttocks held high with the two cheeks so wide apart, they were almost flattened. Her defenseless puckered little asshole was in full sight. Never had the man seen a woman more nakedly vulnerable as he watched her vagina with its thick and pouting lips remain open. In this position she reminded him so much of his Vietnamese girl, so innocent, so trusting, so willing to do as he asked.
His mouth was dry and his voice cracked as he said to her, "Okay, honey, I want you to reach back and spread your asscheeks with your fingers."
The handsome man all but spat out each of the words to make his hoarse voice understood, and he saw a visible reaction from Geralyn. A shudder began running through her tremulous body as she reached behind her with both hands, stretching her arms around her hips and moving her hands past her full, rounded asscheeks, feeling with the tips of her fingers for the lips of her burning vagina, slowly spreading her pussy wide apart.
With a panting gasp, the handsome police officer lunged between the beautiful blonde's thighs, falling on his own knees and seizing her rounded hips firmly in his hands while digging his fingers deeply into her trembling flesh. He aimed his throbbing penile point directly into the widely tugged-apart opening and drove his hot, hard, thick cock straight inside as the lovely woman began moaning loudly, grateful to feel a penis inside her. He drove his cock deep, sending it as far as possible into the length of her feminine inner tube, feeling her sidewalls resist with just of her feminine inner tube, feeling her sidewalls resist with just the right amount of pressure. There was an exquisitely, floodingly thrilling moment as his entire penis sank its full length all the way inside her. It felt as if his penile length was surrounded by hot, sticky honey.
He began fucking her with uncontrolled abandon now, slamming his hard organ all the way into her, feeling his weighty testicles slap obscenely back and forth. He stared at the way she lay with her face turned to the side, watching her head jerk under the recoiling impact of his violent thrusts. Below her, her magnificent monumental mammaries had their nipples scraping the sheets, quivering, while her breasts jiggled in time to the way he fucked her. The pink nubbins extending from areola were more and more distended with blood as excitement charged uncontrollably through her quivering body. His cock was really something! It felt better than Bob Anson's ever had.
Geralyn met each of his brutal penile thrusts by ramming straight back with her rounded asscheeks, eager to get every last inch of his throbbing penis into the depths of her shuddering body. His fingernails were digging deeper and deeper into the cheeks of her ripe buttocks in an attempt to hold onto her. With each thrust she felt him claw at her buttocks all the more strongly, and each time his nails dug into her, her excitement and pleasure began mounting a little higher.
Geralyn had never even thought of fucking in this position. She had always associated it with the rape of her rectum, and now Phil was wiping that thought away once and for all. She felt an orgasm mounting all the higher in her shuddering body, and she longed to feel even more stimulation. She realized Phil, good as he was, would not be enough for her. Bob Anson had done something horrible to her. He had humiliated her to the point that she had enjoyed being humiliated. Now, no matter how good a cock felt inside her, no matter how good the man who was using it, if he wasn't attempting to degrade her, then she would not enjoy her orgasms. Phil Buono was definitely not trying to shame her.
As she thought back to the way Bob had manhandled her, she felt the climax mounting higher and higher in her body. It was the salacious thought of being humiliated and shamed that was about to send her over the edge.
"IIII'MMMM . . . GGGHHHAAANNNGGG-HHHHHH . . . CUMMMMIIIINNNGGG . . . HHH AAANNNGGG AAAGGGHHH!" she bellowed, and then she screamed again as a second climax overwhelmed the first, and then a third blasted almost everything else into oblivion.
More! She needed more! She needed to be degraded as Bob had done. She needed to be treated like a whore!
"IN MY ASSHOLE!" she panted, her voice rasping, her sounds gutturally harsh.
"WHAT?" Phil gasped, unable to believe what he was hearing, since she had pleaded with him originally not to penetrate her there.
"IN MY ASSHOLE!" she begged. "FUCK ME IN MY ASS! IF YOU WANT TO SCREW ME BACK THERE, GO AHEAD. NOW, I WANT YOU TO DO IT," she told him, the words tearing out of her vocal chords like dissident and un-pleasing aural noises.
"You can't be serious!" he gasped.
The only time he had ever fucked a woman in the ass was in Saigon, before he had encountered his permanent, live-in fuck. Not wanting to risk gonorrhea or worse, he had fucked a whore in her asshole. He had to admit he had enjoyed the experience. After all, there was no doubt that an asshole was tighter than a cunt, but he had never tried it again, thinking no woman really liked being fucked back there.
"I am serious," she insisted. "I want you to fuck me in my rear. I'll get off again if you do it! Hurry, damn you, hurry!"
The thought drove the handsome motorcycle officer out of his skull, and though he would have willingly complied with her demand, he suddenly found himself out of control, beyond stopping. Geralyn herself was driven wild by her confession of her lewd desire. A white light of lust seemed to burn into the throbbing depths of her helpless mind, and she realized she was climaxing another time. Her body tensed as she thrust her asscheeks upward, screaming, "AAAAAIIIIIYYYYAAAA-GGGGHHHH AAAANNNNGGGGHHHH!"
No, no, no! she thought. I want my ass fucked.
It was too late. The rat-a-tat-tat movement of Phil's pounding cock in the shuddering tightness of her asshole proved overwhelming, and the man, unable to stop himself, shouted, "AAAAAAAA-IIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYAAAARRRRRGGGGG-HHHH . . . HHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH . . . UUUUUURRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH . . . GGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH . . . RRRNNN-GGGHHHHH!"
The sound came from the pit of his heaving belly as he shot forth his flooding load of seminal fluid, heavy, thick jets of scalding inner liquid, each blasting so fast and hard from him it was almost a continuous stream. He exploded, taking a deep lungful of gasping air and moaning as his body went limp under the thrilling pleasure of having fucked into the gorgeous blonde woman's sucking vagina.
The two of them collapsed on the bed and both fell into a light sleep. Phil was the first to awaken. He found a blanket and threw it over Geralyn's body, and then washed up, dressed, and left. He knew what had happened would forever change the relationship between himself and his blonde partner. What he didn't know was whether or not he would like the change.
CHAPTER FIVE
The following morning, when Geralyn awoke, she felt good, really good, for the first time in more than a year. Her body had been in dire need of the loving it had received, and if it wasn't quite enough for her, it would at least take the edge off her nervousness. Being nervous might cause her to make a mistake and actually pull a trigger at a wrong time.
She didn't have to be to work until noon, so she took a long leisurely turn in the shower, letting the hot water wash all over her. The heated bathroom did awaken the heat within her again, and somehow or other she wished there were some way of finding additional satisfaction. Damn! She knew, much as she liked Phil, and much as he liked her, he wouldn't be able to fulfill all her needs. No! There had to be other ways. But how?
The answer came almost immediately after she had dried off and stepped out of the shower. It came in the form of Inga, the older woman who lived next door to her. Inga had a key to Geralyn's apartment as Geralyn had a key to Inga's. Sometimes Geralyn would be on late night duty, and Inga would come in and prepare supper for the blonde girl, and other times, when Inga was away, Geralyn would go in and water Inga's plants. Inga had a whole forest of philodendrons, rhododendrons, and heaven-only-knew how many other dendrons. Her apartment looked like a greenhouse.
Geralyn was stark naked when Inga walked in, and so she hurried to her bedroom and slipped under the covers as the older woman came into the bedroom, too. She was surprised to see Inga with a tear-stained face.
The older, Swedish woman, about twenty years older than Geralyn's twenty, had naturally caramel blonde hair. There were some premature lines on her face as crow's feet, and she had freckles across her straight nose. When she spoke, her accent was closer to German rather than Norwegian or Danish. She was taller than Geralyn by three inches, and under the white housecoat she wore, it was obvious she was still a well-stacked woman. Her breasts were unharnessed at the moment, and still they managed to push her housecoat out.
Inga worked for a health club, so it was no wonder her body was in such terrific shape. Yet Geralyn had never seen Inga dating any men, and wondered what a woman of forty was doing still single.
"Inga," she said, sitting up in the bed with her blanket tucked around her neck. "You've been crying. Why?"
"You might say it was the end of a love affair," Inga said.
"I never knew you were in love," Geralyn replied, as the older woman patted her upswept caramel hair to make sure it was in place.
"Oh yah! Only it wasn't what you would call the kind of love affair you might be involved in."
"What do you mean?" Geralyn asked.
"All my life I have been in love wit' ot'er women."
"You're a lesbian?"
"Yah!"
Until now, Geralyn had never even been aware of having known a lesbian. She had believed all lesbians to be mannish. There was nothing about Inga to create the impression she had lesbian tendencies. Certainly Inga had never tried approaching her and coercing her into making love before she knew Geralyn was studying to be a policewoman. Afterward, she certainly wouldn't have tried it.
"Haven't you ever tried making love with men?" Geralyn asked.
"Oh yah, I try it from time to time," Inga nodded. "I never felt anyt'ing wit' a man. Not dat I still don't try every now and again, dough. Even if the men don't make me climax, I like having somet'ing uff dem inside me, but I never fell in love wit' any of dem. I know it sounds strange, but it's true. I did fall in love wit' a woman, dough. She and I made love regularly, twice a week, every week. Now, suddenly, she turns straight . . . she goes and marries a man and tells me we are t'rough. So I am feeling sad."
Inga came over to the bed and sat on the edge, and Geralyn took her hand.
"Poor Inga," she said. "Life is cruel to all of us. Here you are, losing your lesbian lover, and here I am, unable to find real, total satisfaction with any decent man. Last night, I spent the evening with a wonderful man, and he made me climax more times than I can remember, and yet not one of the orgasms was intense enough. The worst part of it is, by the time I'm ready to go to work today, I'll probably be all hot and bothered and ready for even more action."
Inga had laid down on top of the covers, and Geralyn's hand was resting on top of her head, her fingers running through the carefully upswept hair.
Lesbianism! Well, bi-sexuality, anyway! Was this possibly the answer to her problem? If having a lesbian affair was degrading enough, it might make her climax strongly enough so that when she had straight affairs with men she might be able to enjoy that, too. Was it worth a try?
Long before she admitted the answer to herself, she knew she was going to find out. Thoughts rushed through the complexity of her mind like a series of electrical impulses. Bob Anson had shown her what her body needed, and now she understood she needed even more than that which he had shown her. She needed total freedom of sexual expression. It was something she had to try, if only to convince herself one way or the other as to its goodness or its lack thereof. With a woman like Inga it would be so much more meaningful than if she went outside and found herself some kind of strange dyke.
She didn't know what prompted her to say it, but she suddenly found herself saying out loud, "Would you like to make love to me, Inga?"
Hers was a soft whisper, and she scarcely believed she had actually come right out and said it. Inga stiffened, also unable to believe Geralyn had said it.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
"Yes," Geralyn nodded. "We both have a need that has to be fulfilled. Possibly we can fulfill the need for one another, for a little while, anyway. I'd like you to show me why lesbianism is so enjoyable to you."
Inga didn't know what to reply. However she did know Geralyn was a friend, and it would be so easy to gently love a friend.
CHAPTER SIX
Geralyn felt her trembling body quiver with lusty anticipation. She was going to do something about which she was very frankly curious. In her childhood she had seen some of her other girl friends fooling around with each other, touching one another. It had been somewhat more rampant at the sleep-away college to which she had gone. But it had been strongest amongst the many motocross girls she had known.
Sunlight was streaming into the room from the window off to the right, lancing across the bed as she let Inga pull the covers down and admire the fullness of her breasts and the near-bareness of her lightly furred little pussy. The older woman stared at Geralyn with wide open eyes of wonder.
"Between the sun and the radiator, the room is very hot," Inga told her. "It might be a good idea if we take a bat' toget'er."
Geralyn nodded and climbed out of bed, following Inga to the bathroom. Even though she had just showered, she knew this was Inga's way of saying it would be easier for them to become acquainted with one another's bodies in the bathtub. Geralyn, her body full of goosebumps in spite of the heat, was unable to pinpoint the precise moment when she had actually decided to give her body to Inga. But no matter what her real motives were, whether it was the simple desire to experiment and find out if this kind of lovemaking was able to provide a degree of satisfaction, or if it was a way of calming Inga down, she intended going through with it.
The bathroom was still humid and hot because the bathroom window was closed and the radiator was working, full blast. One thing was certain, and that was, what had looked like the start of a day of anxiety, was becoming a morning of experimentation that might well rid her of her anxiety.
There were two large bath mats on the floor, and Geralyn curled her toes into one of them as Inga, out of habit, closed and locked the door. Then Inga moved behind her, stepping against her and placing her hands on the softly rounded shoulders. She began kneading Geralyn's muscles into a satin relaxed easiness. The tense muscles slowly gave way. Then, lowering her head, Inga touched her mouth softly to the nape of Geralyn's neck, having pinned the younger woman's hair up and out of the way. She planted tiny, wet kisses in a winding trail, stooping lower and lower until she had fallen to her knees on the mat. Reaching up, the older woman planted her wide-spread fingers on the base of the younger female's spine, gently kneading her there as well until the rigidity of her muscles had completely relaxed to her expert massage. As it was, Inga made her living as a masseuse, so if anyone knew how to make muscles relax, it was the Swedish woman.
Geralyn felt the tautening tension slowly loosening and flowing from her trembling body in waves of thrillingly exciting sensations. She swallowed audibly, noisily, as she felt sharp, pinpoint thrills pumping through her quivering legs with sharpening intensity, and she allowed her body to go entirely limp, submitting to the womanly caresses which she, herself, had invited.
Slowly inching her own firm body to a standing position, Inga poised to remove her housecoat, revealing a superbly shaped body. Now the two women each had the opportunity to admire one another's bodies as Inga turned Geralyn to face her. Geralyn noticed Inga's areolas and nipples were a much lighter pink than her own, almost colorless, in fact. Her breasts were smaller than Geralyn's, and weren't holding up quite as well. However, when she looked at Inga's eyes and saw the way the older woman was intently studying her, Geralyn blushed, then turned away very suddenly, leaning over the bathtub and- inserting the plug as she turned on both faucets full blast.
While Geralyn was in this bent-over, revealing position, her rounded buttocks parted just the littlest bit, widening the narrow crevice between them and revealing the delightfully dark brown, exciting little crinkle that puckered around her anal opening. Then, standing, Geralyn turned around once more and looked at Inga, who was still standing almost nakedly in front of her. Geralyn had to admit, for a woman of Inga's years, she looked good, really good. There were freckles covering her upper chest, too, but they stopped before reaching her breasts.
Geralyn felt another stabbing jolt of lust mounting in her trembling belly, and she began to wonder if she had some latent homosexual tendencies in her. She was almost afraid to continue, but she knew if she backed out now, she would break her friend's heart, and that was something she was unable to do.
Turning, she once again strained over the bathtub to adjust the mixture of hot and cold water, and as she bent forward, Inga stepped back so she was able to more plainly see the pink, partially opened lips of her beautiful pussy which protruded faintly from between Geralyn's pillarly thighs.
The older woman gazed as if almost hypnotized, I looking at the tautly stretched muscles as Geralyn had to once again reach to the cold water faucet to adjust it properly. Geralyn, for the moment, was seemingly unaware how much of her pouting pussy she was displaying to the older woman. It never even occurred to her Inga might be entranced with her rectum. This sheer innocence seemed to arouse the lust in Inga to a much higher pitch.
The Swedish woman felt her breath inwardly quickening at the thought of the impending fuck session, feeling the heated burning that was enlarging deep in the fiery center of her quivering vagina. The flames grew higher and higher, and she inwardly became more and more sensitive as she continued to view with anxiety the delectable openness of the other female's widespread thighs. When at last Geralyn did straighten up, she once again slowly turned to face Inga, her eyes aflame with shuddering excitement, letting Inga know this was something to which she was looking forward. The fullness of her breasts bounced against her chest as she breathed all the more heavily.
Steam was starting to fill the room now, and the lovely older woman was moving through it, and pressed her naked palms on the beautiful younger woman's waist. Her fingers trembled at the smoothness of Geralyn's skin, and she knew it was rare, even at the health club where she worked as a masseuse, that she ever touched flesh this tantalizing.
"THAT FEELS GOOD!" Geralyn admitted out loud.
"I'm still wearing panties," Inga said. "They're the bikini kind, and dey're flesh-colored. Take dem off me, Geralyn. I don't want to take my hands from your body, not even for a moment."
Geralyn nodded, feeling herself becoming more and more excited at the emotional, lust-charged intensity continually building in the small bathroom. Eagerly and swiftly, her hands reached down and grabbed the almost invisible elastic of Inga's panties, and then she pulled them down.
Keeping her hands where they were, the lovely Swedish woman waited breathlessly until she felt her panties tugged below her knees. Then she knelt a little to keep her hands in place as Geralyn tugged the panties down to her ankles and off.
As she stepped daintily out of the panties, Inga stood up straight. So did Geralyn. The two women looked at one another in the fogged bathroom, and then they leaned forward and kissed. Geralyn was surprised to discover it was as delightful as kissing a man.
The older woman took a deep breath, expanding her breasts and rubbing her nipples against the chest of the younger girl. She pressed her nipples deeply into Geralyn's skin, and Geralyn realized the other woman's breast tips were arousing the hell out of her.
Stepping back for a moment, she looked down, and through the heavy mist she saw the heavy patch of dark-blonde hair on Inga's pubis. She had to admit it made the woman look more mature, yet she was glad her own vagina had so little hair around it.
Geralyn realized at this moment that she didn't feel the least little bit embarrassed at gazing at the lovely body of the older woman before her. All at once, without realizing it, whatever apprehension she did have suddenly faded completely away. This seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to do-to appreciate the nudity of another woman's beauty. She was aware of her own nipples, erect, suddenly stiff with desire, straining to a pair of pointed peaks.
Glancing down at her full-breasted front, Geralyn saw how they had swollen. Her pink points were very stiff and sensitive without having been touched or rubbed. Her normally soft-textured nipples had grown very thick, bursting into flower, like over-ripening buds.
Inga sensed the younger female's continually mounting lust, and she began swaying, bringing her breasts closer and closer to the lovely blonde girl, bringing her own solid nipples once more into direct contact with the equally firm breast points belonging to Geralyn. Once again the electrical contact took the beautiful younger female's breath away. She almost gasped aloud as the older woman's free hand massaged her full breasts, moving in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the already stiffened nipples so they became even harder buds.
Without warning, Inga suddenly scissored her thighs apart with the agility of a ballet dancer, exposing the thin gash of her wetly dripping vagina. She pressed her pubis forward and allowed her hairs to mingle with the lighter-colored fuzz on the younger girl's mount of Venus. Sheer, wanton desire for Geralyn burned out of the older woman's eyes, now half-hidden beneath slightly closed eyelids as she made Geralyn understand she was as exciting to women as she was to men.
Geralyn found herself blushing as she discovered herself able to read the messages the other woman's eyes were flashing at her. Now and again a guilty flicker of conscience ran through her. body.
Though she had never considered heterosexual sex as really wrong, she'd had her reservations about a homosexual relationship. Her desire to make love to this older woman was so powerful, she wondered if she really had the right to feel this way. She began squirming her own asscheeks very nervously, feeling the edge of the cool, tiled sink rubbing against the cheeks of her behind.
Inga continued pressing her body against that of Geralyn, and each time she did so, the younger woman jumped at the thrilling contact and the unexpected shock she constantly received. Her breath was heavy, quickening uncontrollably as the older woman moved from side to side, letting her own full breasts brush again and again into the weight of her own breasts. Geralyn felt a series of glorious thrills continually shooting through her each time the point of one nipple made contact with one of hers.
The sound of rising water in the bathtub behind her almost forcibly reminded her that the water must be near to overflowing. She stepped backward and leaned back, reaching with her right hand for the taps, reluctant to tear her eyes from Inga's marvelous figure. Slowly, she sat on the edge of the tub and ran her fingers through the flowing water. It was neither too hot nor too cold.
Geralyn lifted one leg and lowered her foot over the side of the enameled tub, deliberately remaining in this position for a moment in order to allow Inga to feast her eyes on the soft, pink-moistened flesh of her openly inviting vagina. She was hot!
The thin, curved slash between her puffy cuntlips peeled apart and the inner lips were succulently revealed to Inga's steady gaze. A light trickle of heated pussy oil began running down the inner thigh of Inga's long, strong, tapered legs as the heat of the younger woman's passion fused with the fire in her own lustful being. Inga made no attempt to hide the fact that her cunt was leaking oil, though it was obvious from Geralyn's widening eyes that she was able to see the colorless fluid flowing from the inner confines of her friend's vagina.
The bright, cheerful bathroom had become exceedingly hot now, and heavy beads of perspiration stood out all over the naked bodies of both women. Geralyn was looking at Inga's heavily perspiring form, watching droplets run from her sloping neck to fall in tiny droplets between the deep valley of her full breasts. Further down, Geralyn was able to see trickles of condensed air falling all over the older woman's belly, becoming lost in the soft, golden down on her pelvis as she drew nearer the tub. Geralyn felt the naked and delightful warmth of her friend's ripely excited body very close to her, then quivered very slightly as she felt the other woman's fingers reach down over the upper swell of her breasts.
Geralyn's eyes filled with wonder and awe as she continued looking down at her own body, staring at her sweat-drenched form, seeing Inga's tantalizing fingers starting to manipulate the great melons of her tits, carefully. The hands cupped and then raised the large, round mounds, and for a brief moment Geralyn felt their weight disappear as Inga held both mammaries firmly in her two hands. Now she brought her other foot into the bathtub.
Inga's fingers felt so light, so soft, so delicate, and Geralyn reveled in the touch of them, thrillingly delighting in the renewed sensations of deep inner warmth continually filling the depths of her yearning vagina. She stretched her legs beneath the water as she sat in the tub, pulling her muscles to their fullest length, and then, with a deep moan, she parted her thighs as wide as possible, thrilling to the delightful feel of warm water rushing into the narrow cut between her full and pouting vaginal lips.
Pushing slightly but meaningfully, Inga pressured the lovely younger blonde to try and move over in the narrow tub. With the experienced lesbian still fingering and fondling her mammoth monuments to femininity, Geralyn slid over as best she could, and Inga got into the water with her. Geralyn allowed her body to go limp, and she leaned back, letting the water cover her up to her shoulders in an all-embracing heat.
Still caressing the fleshy boulders of Geralyn's quiveringly swollen breasts, Inga positioned her own body so that she was kneeling in the bath water between Geralyn's widespread thighs, forcing the younger female to draw her knees up and allow Inga's own thighs to press against the sodden lips of her soaking cunt. Geralyn gasped aloud as thrillingly tiny wisps of delightfully forbidden pleasure began rippling chillingly deep down in the depths of her sucking pussy and her pointed tongue began flickering in and out, running over the delineated shapes of her own oral lips as exquisitely uncontrolled feelings took total control over her conscious mind.
Picking up a large sponge from the soap dish cut into the tile wall, the older woman began to methodically soap the full right breast of the other woman as the mammary lay floating on top of the water. She rubbed her fingers over the right swell and pulled gently at the rubberiness of the extended pink nipple, ducking it under the water and soaking it. Working up a generous lather on the bath sponge, she used it to coat whatever part of the girl's skin that remained above the water, covering her with foamy suds until the water grew cloudy and frothy with bubbles. Geralyn leaned slowly forward in a dreamlike haze and rested her cheek against Inga's upper thigh, since Inga, on her knees, had most of her body above the water line. The firm, sleek, warm thigh was already soaking wet with splashes, and it felt so delightfully intimate and inviting.
Inga was now soaping Geralyn's other breast, dipping into the water with the sponge, taking her time, massaging and rubbing the wonderful breast, thrilling to the smooth flesh around her fingers. The older woman caressed and washed every last little bit of the solid breast again and again.
After completely saturating the upper half of the beautiful female policewoman's luscious upper body with soap suds, Inga proceeded to gently urge her to stand in the tub. Now she was able to wash the belly, and the lower regions, as well. Luckily there was a rubber mat in the bottom of the tub, and so Geralyn was able to get to her feet without worrying about falling in the tub. She stood with her legs braced as far apart as possible, reaching out to the wall to keep her balance.
The heavy steam that continued rising steadily from the bath water tickled her nostrils and made her head feel limp, more than a little heavy with a slight dizziness. Geralyn closed her eyes and began nibbling unconsciously on her lower lip as Inga's hand moved to her knees, her fingers resting just above the kneecap. She was pressing on the firm, fleshy swell of her seductively open thigh. She washed the outside of Geralyn's legs, first, caressing her tantalizing fingers very slowly up the soft, white, opened legs, allowing them to rest momentarily on her voluptuously curvaceous hips. Inga had to admit she had never known a female as thrillingly sensuous as this particular woman.
When Geralyn's thighs began to involuntarily tremble and shudder under this wonderfully tormenting caress, the beautiful Swedish woman transferred her fingers, moving them even higher, rubbing all the more lightly, teasing, tantalizing, massaging. With her thumbs probing between the white pillars, stretched as far as possible to the rear, she began fondling and arousing the quivering, faintly moaning younger woman in earnest.
Inga's experienced fingers continued probing, working themselves slowly inside the pink-rimmed edges of the beautiful twenty-year-old's contracting cunt, slowly widening the narrow enclosure of her vagina. She slipped her index finger inside, moving it smoothly in and out of the soaking wet opening as the lovely policewoman remained standing there, hypnotized into a frozen state as the sensuous movements of Inga's hands controlled her. Thrilling feelings built in her shuddering body to the point where she felt herself inwardly being driven higher and higher to a tantalizing peak of vibrantly yearning excitement. Geralyn's facial muscles were twisted and caricatured in welcome almost painful pleasure as the beautiful older woman added two fingers to the one already probing inside her tight pussy. She pushed, and all three fingers shoved their way into the narrow tunnel of the soft vagina. They seemed to totally disappear with a soft sucking sound as a distinct moan of unadulterated pleasure purred from the beautiful Geralyn's lips.
Geralyn's eyes and lips were all tightly clamped shut. The feeling was definitely different from being touched by a man. True, she'd had only two other men to whom she was able to compare this, but both had been experts, Phil, in gentle loving, and Bob, in the art of making a woman want to be raped. She rotated her vagina in rhythm with the thrusting fingers, reacting in uncontrolled passion.
Inga, her eyes wide with thrilled excitement at what she was doing, repeated finger-fucking the younger woman until Geralyn cried out, gasping for her to stop, fearing she would fall and hurt herself in the tub from the exertion of the intensely strong pressure. Then, lessening the pressure of her fingers, Inga brought her expert thumbs into play on Geralyn's vagina, feeling the quivery interior still sucking at her fingers. She gently pulled the wetly pulling pussy lips apart. From her vantage point, staring straight up into Geralyn's pink oysterlike vagina, she was able to see a good four inches into her.
Geralyn leaned her weight against the tiled wall, whimpering very softly as Inga snaked her pointed tongue out and made direct contact with the soft, fuzz-covered moistness of the beautiful policewoman's vaginal lips. She licked wetly up and down the crevice and then around it, the tip of her pointed tongue now burrowing slightly into the inner vagina, then moving further back and reaching out and actually touching the rim of her asshole.
Geralyn had never been loved this way. She knew men were capable of doing this to her, as well, but so far, no man had licked her cunt, while one man, Bob Anson, had twice forced her to suck his cock. This was heaven on earth. No wonder women went in for lesbianism.
Inga forced the pouting pinkness of the tantalizing pussy wide apart with her probing thumbs as she slowly worked her mouth back to the thrillingly inviting spot around the standing girl's clitoris.
Geralyn's eyes were clamped shut for the moment, though she was hardly able to avoid being totally aware of everything her wonderful sex-crazed friend was doing to her vibratingly trembling body.
"UNH! OHHHHH! HHHHHUUUNNNH! INGA! I CAN'T STAND IT!" she gasped.
Her thighs were helplessly jerking back and forth, wedged wide apart by the beautiful Swedish woman's upraised face.
More cries were wrenched from Geralyn's lips as she found herself aware of the most tender, the sharpest, the most singularly passionate sensation that had ever possessed her. Electricity seemed to be shooting through her vagina and her anus all at the same time. It was incredible.
Geralyn pressed her hands against the head of the older woman, doing her best to push Inga's face even deeper against her vagina. She beat her palms in a helpless frenzy on her tormentor's head, unable to stand what was happening to her any longer, vainly doing her best to dislodge the other woman's continually probing oral organ as it heatedly, rapidly, tantalizingly licked into the tight vaginal embrasure.
Geralyn tried hard to wriggle away, but the other woman was grimly determined to hang on. She continued lunging her pointed oral organ firmly at the hard, erect clitoris which was now provoking Geralyn into an uncontrollably overpowering feeling of delightful rapture. She released her nibbling teeth from the tenderly soft lips of the younger woman's vagina, letting the fleshy folds of her tantalized twat fall away from her mouth. Now she passed her hands around Geralyn's hips, squeezing the fullness of the younger woman's buttocks.
A few professional massaging caresses at the warm, slippery asscheeks and little by little Geralyn's rectal muscles relaxed and her asscheeks softened, making the flesh suddenly very flexible.
As if in some kind of hypnotic trance, the beautiful older woman coaxed a finger into the rear cleft of Geralyn's behind and she used a forefinger to fondle and tease the little opening that was the younger woman's anus.
From where she remained kneeling, Inga was clearly able to see through to the tiny, tight asshole nestled in the sexy division between the younger woman's rounded asscheeks. Her fingers began to probe at the bud of the tiny little opening like teasing needles. The tiny opening was so wet from being in the water, in almost no time, Inga was able to penetrate it with her index finger. Her slim digit sank easily into the narrow well of the tight inner rectum until it was as far in as possible. The helpless Geralyn strained back at the intruding finger. After having been reamed by a candle, her asshole was able to enjoy anything and everything happening to it. Her anus closed tightly around the probing finger, welcoming it in, glad to feel it. A flicker of surprise passed over Inga's face. She hadn't expected such ready acceptance of this on Geralyn's part.
The bold, sex-crazed penetration of her tight ass built the thrills all the higher in Geralyn. After all, hadn't she begged Phil to ass fuck her the previous night? The finger was no real substitute for a hard cock, but it would do under the circumstances. She stopped her desperate pounding on Inga's head, allowing the older woman to continue lapping at her vagina while the finger kept on working in and out of her asshole.
Geralyn suddenly realized she was exhausted from having to stand in that awkward position in the bathtub. Suddenly she had the desperate urge to climb out of the water and adopt a more comfortable position. In reality, her main concern was to place her body so that Inga would be able to press herself against her. Hell! She had enjoyed the feeling of the other woman's breasts pushing against hers, and she once again wanted to feel that delightful feminine closeness. Yes, she was looking forward to it.
No longer under a strain, she found herself easily able to disengage Inga's sucking mouth from her shuddering vagina. Slipping a hand behind her back, she drew the other woman's finger out of her asshole, then reached under Inga's arms and pulled her to a standing position. For a long, long moment the two females stood there, staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity of time.
Inga pressed her wet warm body against that of the smoldering Geralyn in a lingering hug of love. Geralyn felt the love from the older woman and recognized it for something more than mere physical desire. Inga loved her. She loved her as much as any man was capable of loving. When the older woman finally released her hold on Geralyn, the parting wet flesh made a loud sucking noise.
Leading the younger woman, Inga stepped out of the now-unplugged bath tub, and then the two females began rubbing one another down with fleecy towels Geralyn had taken out in advance. When they were both completely dried off, they massaged a lightly scented body oil into one another, rubbing the smooth liquid into the soft, fleshy areas of each other's bodies . . . under the armpits, and on the pink, definitely upstanding nipples.
Now the two females were ready to make love to one another in a more comfortable position. Geralyn realized she was as eager as Inga to continue this. They moved into the bedroom, where the thrown back covers had allowed the sheets to air out and the two of them fell on the soft mattress, looking into each other's eyes and feeling excitement continuing to build. Geralyn, at that moment, saw no one and nothing other than her older friend. Her eyes were glistening with a bright, obsessive, single-minded purpose as she rolled into Inga's waiting arms.
Inga's arms were more than willing to enfold the younger blonde's softly firm body, and Geralyn instantly responded to the tightly crushing embrace. Bodies pressing, arms hugging one another tightly, their lips once again met in a long, passionate lover's kiss. Their tongues stole out and entwined around one another, their saliva intermingling.
Geralyn found herself anxiously clamping her lips on the mouth of her friend. She was surprised to find herself greedily kissing the other woman as anxiously as if she were a male lover. Her mind drifted into a helpless dreamlike fantasy, and she felt as if her body were suspended somewhere in mid-air, between the cobalt blue sky, and the grassy green earth. Her slenderly delightful body was now firmly pressed beneath that of Inga, and her thighs had automatically parted. Geralyn was aware of the other woman's fingers plucking insistently at her wet vaginal lips as if they were guitar strings. Then a finger slowly, carefully, gently wormed its way into her vaginal interior.
In return, Geralyn began running her own trembling hands over the somewhat larger, equally white, sexy mounds of Inga's asscheeks. She smoothly stroked the rounded buttocks, touching them with long, loving caresses. She moved her other hand gradually into the narrow valley between Inga's rounded breasts, and then she began pulling on the softly spongy nipples as if trying to milk the older woman. Her movements were natural, and she discovered she was as capable of arousing a woman as she was able to thrill a man. Inga was panting as heavily as Phil Buono had been breathing the night before, arousing the freckle-faced older woman to new and more dizzying heights of lustfulness.
Inga's full and rounded breasts responded immediately to the tenderly soft petting, and the lush, pinkly pointed buds of her twin nipples stood up even more solidly, harder than ever with each gasp of air rushing in and out of her lungs. Her tongue pierced the burning wetness of the small puckered lips beneath her with rapid in-and-out strokes, her oral organ exploring every nook and cranny and running over the hard enamel of Geralyn's brilliantly white teeth. The finger she had inserted into Geralyn's pussy slid in and out with gooey ease as if it were a skinny little penis.
Without realizing what she was doing, Geralyn moved her own fingers lower, traveling down Inga's belly until they closed around the deliciously ripe and soaking hairy mound of the pouting pussy that poised itself expectantly above her quivering body. Her knuckles pressed urgently into the tenderly soft labia as she hungrily sought the tiny opening of Inga's own cunt. She was in a quandary as to what to do, first fondling the thick inner lips, then finally deciding to imitate Inga by slipping her own middle finger into the older woman's hot pussy passageway. Well-lubricated folds surrounded the delving digit; warm, deliciously soft folds, and the flowing oils moved around her finger like hot, curdling cream.
The two women were gasping now as their tongues continued licking furiously into one another's mouths, keeping time with the furious rhythm of their stiffly fucking fingers. Each continued thrusting into the sucking tightness of the other's vagina, and each enjoyed it immensely. In fact, Geralyn had no idea lesbianism was such fun. She knew it wasn't something to replace heterosexual lovemaking, but at the same time she thought of it as something to do when there was no man available. It was something to add to her sexual repertoire-something she would enjoy in addition to loving men.
There would be no more gentle caresses. Each woman was aware of how much the other was enjoying what was being done, and each knew the only way to make things more enjoyable was to move all the more roughly. They were too hot, too aroused to slow down . . . too sexually excited to think of trying to drag things out. They moved in tandem, spearing fingers into one another's vaginas as wildly as they knew how. Neither of them was holding back. Both had strong lust in need of release as hot passions continued making their bodies strain toward some kind of completion.
Inga now thrust two fingers as far as possible into the tightly narrow depths of the younger woman's seething pussy, shoving them deeper and harder, making Geralyn writhe uncontrollably. Then, as the tightly elastic walls of the lovely woman slowly stretched because of the constant pressure, she added yet a third finger to the others and continued probing, delving, digging, moving wildly in and out of the narrowly sucking tunnel.
Geralyn rolled beneath her in total wanton abandon, allowing her vagina to be constantly fingered and plundered, her mouth kissing the lips of the other woman in grateful appreciation of the feelings being engendered in her. She found herself slowly sinking into the helpless delirium Phil had covered her with the previous night, aware only of the delving, penetrating fingers digging into the narrow depths of her tight vaginal chalice, bringing her to a thrilling new pitch of nervous tension. The tension demanded a release with every thrust of the fingers driving into her, and her pores shouted at her for the need to climax.
Inga began urging her own vagina up and down in a continuously instinctive, mindless tempo of uncontrolled lust. Her inner arousal focused entirely on what the lovely younger blonde was doing to her vagina with her fingers, ignoring the pitiless squeezing of her right nipple by Geralyn's other hand, pulling on the bud until she thought it would surely burst.
Geralyn's beautiful face had become a mask of twisted and excited emotion, contorting into an expression of electrifying elation. A low, muffled moan came from her lips as she continued gasping, the sound distorted to her ears to the point where she didn't believe she had actually uttered it. Three fingers continued pounding into her vagina, and her body was moving in rapid response.
Inga's long, blonde caramel hair, normally so neat and pinned up, was now hanging loose and swishing from side to side as she rammed her fingers in and out of Geralyn's tight vagina. Her own breasts were shaking so strongly against her chest that she wondered if she might beat herself to death.
Geralyn was almost out of her mind with sensation at the moment. Her entire lithe form was quivering under the thrilling blows of the fingers continually fucking into her. She tightly clenched her vaginal muscles against the driving digits, fearing they might escape and end her inner ecstasy before she had a chance to attain her sexual summit. But at that moment she realized the orgasm building in her had reached the point of no return. Her climax was welling up inside her. The completely unnatural love act of being finger-fucked and kissed by this beautiful woman had triggered the sensations in her shuddering membranes all the more swiftly, if only because this was her first time with a woman.
"OOONNNHHH . . .YYAANNGGHH . . . HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH . . . FUCK ME HAXRRDEKR& . . . RKKKDERRB. . . . PLEASSSE ..." Geralyn moaned, all reservations concerning lesbianism now completely wiped from her mind as she bucked her body all the more quickly against the other woman's hand.
Inga obediently increased the furiously driving thrust of her cramming fingers, realizing Geralyn was feeling the hot ball of conclusion in her belly rolling around. The younger woman was blurting out all kinds of incoherent sounds, pleading with the wanton Inga. A second climax overpowered the first as lust in her desire-wracked body deepened her maddening frenzy.
She clamped her mouth down hard on Inga's, her teeth sinking into the other woman's lower lip as she shook her head from side to side, forcing the older woman to move with her.
The heel of Geralyn's hand was pressing against the clitoral button of the older woman as her own finger continued pressing inside, and it was this pressure that set Inga off, at last.
"YYYAAARRRGGGHHHAAANNNGGG-HHHAAAGGGHHH . . . HHHAAANNN-GGGHHHAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH-AAAGGGHHH!" she shrieked, humping her groin solidly against the younger woman's pressing palm.
Finally it came to an end for the two of them. Geralyn looked at the older woman and said, "Next time, I want to learn more. I want to learn everything."
Inga merely smiled and nodded.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As Geralyn got into her car, she thought back on her experience with Inga. It wasn't quite as satisfying as that which she had enjoyed with Phil Buono, but it had taken the edge off the tension that had started building when she had awakened to find Phil gone. At least now she would be able to function properly.
She made sure her car was warmed up and then drove to Phil's apartment house where she picked him up. Like herself, he was tightly wrapped in a winter overcoat with a heavy hat on his head.
"Why did you leave like that?" she asked, as she headed toward the precinct house with the underground garage where the motorcycles were checked out daily after being used to make certain they were in excellent condition. She knew they wouldn't be using the bikes today. It was too cold. The pair of them would be assigned to a squad car while on parkway patrol.
"What did you expect me to do?" Phil asked.
"I thought you would hang around until morning. We would have showered together, and then I would have driven you to your apartment where you would have gotten a change of clothing. While you were in-between garments, we might have had another round of pleasure. Do you think me too forward?"
"No," he admitted. "It was just that I figured that you might not like the idea of another body in your bed all night long. You don't seem the type to me to have ever actually slept the whole night with another person."
"With you, I was willing to learn," she told him. "I still am, but I don't want you to think I'm making demands on you. We both of us still have separate lives to lead. I don't own you because of last night. If anything, I'm just grateful for having had you around. I'd like to make a habit of it, but only if you'd like it."
"I'd like it," Phil admitted. "But I want to go slowly. I want you to want me for myself, and not just for what I can physically do for you, to you, and with you."
"I feel the same way," Geralyn nodded. "I didn't mean to sound like a possessive bitch. From now on, I'll wait for you to make the moves. I mean, I have my own share of pride, too, Phil. Now that you know how far I'm willing to go with you, I think it'd be a nice idea if you were the aggressor."
"I agree," Phil nodded. "Look, Geralyn, don't get the wrong idea. Last night was fantastic. You happen to be the most wonderful female I've ever come across."
"But?"
"What makes you so sure there's a but?"
"A sentence like the one you just gave me is always followed by a but."
"I want this to progress slowly. I want the both of us to be sure. I mean, we might move in together and start living with one another, only to discover after awhile that we're not suited to each other. Then all kinds of personal things might get in the way of our working together. I want you. I want you very much. But I want you to understand that if and when we finally do make that big move, it'll be for keeps."
She smiled at him as they pulled into the underground garage, and she said, "I understand, Phil. Don't worry. I'm a reasonable woman."
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Geralyn had surmised, they were assigned to a squad car once they had gotten into uniform. Only a sadist would have sent them out on the slippery roads on cycle duty.
For the next three hours they drove along the various state highways running in and around Omaha, and once in awhile they caught a speeder. Geralyn was unable to understand how anyone was actually crazy enough to even do the limit, much less speed on a freezing day like this, with the roads all slippery.
At four they stopped at a fast food place for lunch, then returned to the squad car. They would be on duty until eight, that evening.
It was during the rush hour, at five-fifteen, that they got a call on the radio concerning the pursuit of a car that had just held up one of the city banks. There were already four squad cars after the other car, a green Pontiac with a Kansas license plate.
After hearing what route the other car was taking, realizing it would be coming from the direction opposite the one they were taking, they hurriedly got off the parkway and came around to the other side. They waited patiently at the highway entrance until they saw the speeding car in the distance.
Phil was at the wheel and he wasted no time moving his car into the mainstream of traffic even before the green car pulled abreast of them. That was when he hit the siren, and the other car, in the left lane, pulled onto the dirt island separating the east and westbound lanes of the highway and shot ahead. Somehow, Phil managed to maneuver his car between cars in the left and middle lanes. His flashing red lights and roaring sirens had them all moving out of the way. There was an overhead crossway ahead, which meant the driver of the green car had to pull back onto the parkway to avoid hitting the stone support. He slammed against the driver of a small Rabbit, shoving the tiny car halfway over, blocking Phil as he swiftly spun the wheel of the green car, moving rapidly, cutting in and out of the thick traffic, pulling over to the right lane while Phil had to slow to avoid smashing into the Rabbit.
At the next exit, the green Pontiac got off and began moving along the side road. Somehow, Phil maneuvered the police cruiser to the exit and followed, tearing after the felon.
Geralyn was busy on the radio, letting central HQ know where they were in order to bring in more support. They wanted to try and cut the green car off somehow. They were in the slum area of the city now, and the people who lived here had no affection for the police. Garbage cans were hurtled into their path as they moved, and the large police Ford rolled right over them or knocked them out of the way. The green car finally made a mistake, turning down a dead end street. When Phil turned into the street, he saw immediately that it was a dead-end, and spun the police cruiser sideways to block the green car and prevent it from getting out. He and Geralyn had jumped out of the pursued vehicle, while the driver was already picking up speed and aiming for the tail of the cruiser, think-to smash it to the side and break free. Phil didn't hesitate. He fired once to the left of the driver, and when the man wouldn't slow down, he put the next bullet right into his face. The green spun out of control and smashed into the side of a building only a few feet away from the cruiser. The impact cut the motor, and the car didn't explode.
Meanwhile, the other two men were looking to climb over the stone wall at the end of the street. "Freeze!" Phil yelled. "Police!" "Fuck you!" one of the men yelled back and fired at them, letting the two police officers know he was armed.
Geralyn moved around her side of the police cruiser, and with the green car shielding her, moved forward as the second man fired while the first man tried climbing over the wall. She noticed the driver of the car was stone cold dead.
Phil pegged two shots at the man climbing over the stone wall, and it was obvious the man was hit. He fell over the other side, and the other man, seeing his buddy no longer with him, shouted, "I give up! I give up! Don't shoot!"
He dropped his gun and threw his hands into the air. Phil moved in on him rapidly, while Geralyn hung back, covering the man. When Phil got to him, he spun the man around, made him lean against the wall with his hands outstretched, and then had the man put one hand behind his neck while he cuffed the man's wrist. Then he pulled the second arm down behind the man and cuffed the second wrist.
That was when Geralyn saw the man who had been shot once again climbing over the wall from the other side. He was aiming at Phil. She held her gun with two hands, pointed, and fired. The bullet smashed the other man's wrist and passed through the fleshy part of his shoulder. The man screamed and pitched forward, this time falling on the forward side of the wall.
Geralyn saw the gun fall from his hand and clatter a few feet away from him. She hurried down the street and kicked the gun to the side. Then she knelt on the back of the man, who was lying in the gutter, face down, and she cuffed him.
With Phil's help she hauled the man to his feet, and they made them walk to the police cruiser.
Geralyn's man had two bullets in him; one in his right shoulder, and the other in his left arm.
Phil found the money they had taken in the back of the green Pontiac, and he put it in the trunk of the cruiser.
"Call the meat wagon for this guy," he said to Geralyn.
She nodded and got on the radio. They waited until the ambulance from the morgue arrived, and then they took their prisoners in.
For the next two hours they were busy typing up their statements in triplicate, telling how they did what they did and why. There would be a convening of the review board over Phil's shooting of the driver, but no one really expected any flak. There was always a convening of the civilian review board when there was a shooting.
That evening, when they finally got off work, Geralyn first began to feel what had happened. Her nerves started jumping and Phil saw it. It had happened the one other time she had been forced to shoot a man. But this time he had the remedy for calming her down. What the hell! It was a damn good remedy. Besides, it would also help calm him down, and he needed it just as much as she. To hell with supper, to hell with beer, to hell with everyone and anyone else.
CHAPTER NINE
When they got to his apartment, they hurried inside, and once in the spacious bedroom with the massive king-sized bed, they tugged off their clothing without a word. Words would have been superfluous at this point. There was nothing to be said. Geralyn was a bundle of nerves, and so was Phil. Both of them needed calming down, and if Geralyn wasn't going to be humiliated, at least she was going to be fucked. She needed badly to be fucked!
Totally undressed, covered with sweat, not wanting to take the time to go and wash right now, they confronted one another on the left side of the bed. The only light in the room was a large lamp with a blue shade that made the entire gray-walled room look blue. Geralyn wasn't looking at the room or the furniture. She was looking at Phil, knowing she needed what Phil had to offer. Her eyes told him everything, and his own eyes responded.
Phil gripped her by the shoulders and slowly forced her down onto the mattress. It was a water bed, but it was firm, very firm, and it felt good against Geralyn's back. Nervous tension was so wrought up in the shuddering woman, she found herself slapping Phil on the back, her heels kicking at him as he hovered over her.
He reached down and gripped her ankles, his hands like two steel vises as he kneeled between her tantalizing thighs. Then he fell forward, on top of her, as if trying to dive right into her wide-open pussy.
"Damn you!" Geralyn cursed, aching to feel more.
His mouth planted itself on her hot pussy, and he found her dripping wet and ready to go. He sucked tantalizingly, strongly, not in the mood to play. His hands pressed on the insides of her thighs, and he began spreading her legs even farther apart. Geralyn continued struggling until she felt the full length of his driving tongue sink into the steaming depths of her shuddering vagina. Oh! That was so good!
He licked into her musky center, tasting the full womanliness of her, licking and lapping like a thirsty lion, filling his mouth with her feminine taste. His hands slid under her and gripped her rounded buttocks very tightly, enabling him to mash his mouth solidly against her almost-hairless lips, sucking hungrily at the rich pinkness between them.
Geralyn writhed, totally out of control at the moment, squirming and wriggling and churning her body, unwittingly making it difficult for him as she heaved her center up each time he lanced his tongue inside. The movement under her, of the water running through the mattress, rippled across her back, all but tickling her, intensifying her need, making her kick her lovely heels up in the air. Phil's hands gripped her all the more solidly, his fingers digging into her asscheeks so he was able to lick her clitoris, causing her to pant very heavily and moan.
"You love every goddamn lick!" he gasped, lifting his head. "I never realized how much heat there was inside you. Goddamn! You're a real sex fiend, sexier than any woman I've ever known."
"More!" she gasped. "Let me do things to you while you do things to me! Come over here and let me suck on that fleshy banana you call a penis. Hurry! I'm going to eat you alive."
Without having to be told twice, the handsome police officer squirmed his body around so that he was hovering directly over her face while his mouth hung above her sodden feminine trench.
Geralyn wasted no time, tugging the cheeks of his buttocks wide apart, digging her nails into the ass flesh, pulling him down and letting her tongue rim his anal pucker without even thinking. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to do. Excitement spread upward through the man's stiffened and shuddering penis. Aroused, Phil dug his fingertips all the more strongly into her buttocks. This thrilled Geralyn, who now proceeded to tongue his scrotum, washing every last little inch of it. The tickling sensation drove Phil wild, and he lifted the slender woman's asscheeks off the ground.
Running his tongue up and down the shuddering length of her tautly quivering pussy, licking the inner lips carefully before sinking his tongue into her, he savored the richly delicious taste of her. Then he slithered his tongue into her. He was hungry for her and he sucked and licked noisily, letting her know he didn't give a damn who heard. Her taste thrilled and excited him, and he wanted to drain her feminine sump dry.
Geralyn found herself balancing the man's testicles on the flat of her tongue before she ran her lingual organ up the sensitive underside of his throbbing penis. Her shuddering pussy became hotter and hotter as the man's aching tongue continued ticking into her, working on her, his inner sexual desire for her as strong in intensity as the heat from the sun.
He easily held her ass up high as he sucked away at her, and she licked the head of his throbbing penis before sucking the full thick length of him into her dark oral cavern. The anxious man moved the middle of his body downward, filling her mouth with the solidity of his throbbing penis, and without another sound began bucking up and down, fucking her lovely mouth with his driving cock. She sucked, accepting everything he had to offer, thrilling to the smooth texture of his skin, loving it as she felt the head of his weighty penis nudge itself into the tightness of her gullet.
Phil found her clitoris and began hungrily working on it. The ultra-sensitive little creation God had attached to her began quivering wildly, and Geralyn, who had been so desperately in need of something to break the tension gripping her, found herself rapidly racing toward a climax. For a brief instant she took his long cock from her mouth and gasped at him, "Please don't stop, Phil! Not now!"
She bucked her pulsating pussy into the man's face and he loved the musky aroma of her and the wet and sloppy feel of her membranes. He opened his mouth as wide as possible, filling it with the eagerly tasty and sensitive flesh of her vaginal interior. He sucked hard, trying to drain the lubricant out of her as he felt her move all the more firmly into his bobbing face.
"HELL!" she screamed. "IT FEELS AS IF YOU'RE SUCKING MY INTESTINES OUT OF ME! OH YES! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK ME, DARLING! DON'T STOP!"
Geralyn rubbed the man's testicles as she tucked his throbbing penis back where it belonged; inside the heated cave of her narrow mouth. At the same time she was leaking heavy amounts of warm, colorless cream, oozing it into the man's sucking mouth.
He relished every delicious drop of dew he was able to draw out with his dredging tongue. All the while his fingers dug into her buttocks, working them around and around.
He mouth-fucked her hard and fast, his weighty balls slapping solidly against her nose. Geralyn twisted her head around, thrilling to the pressure of his penile head sliding along one cheek and then another, before once again delving into the tight, narrow depths of her pharynx.
Hungrily swallowing all her femininity had to offer, the handsome patrolman finally lifted his mouth from her oozing cunt and licked his lips. Then he began moving to maneuver the beautiful blonde into fucking position. She had a nice, tight cunt, and he wanted to unload his seed in there.
Geralyn spread her legs wide apart, feeling him lower his body on top of hers, his face preventing her from looking at the ceiling. She reached down, gripped his penis, and guided the head of the organ into her narrow tightness. Once he felt he was lodged inside properly, he pushed forward hard.
"AAAAANNNNNHHHHH!" she sighed. "IT FEELS SO GOOD TO FEEL YOU COMING INTO ME THIS WAY."
When their pubic hairs had met and were tightly grinding together, the beautiful blonde wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and began gyrating her buttocks around and around, causing the head of his throbbing penis to touch every little bit of her tantalizing interior. She felt good, really good, and the movement was both thrilling and exciting. She kissed him, feeling the taste of his cock still in her mouth. Even though she wanted and needed more, she knew what Phil was doing would once again take the edge off her nervousness.
Sex was a necessary part of life. Geralyn realized this more and more. She loved the feel of a rock hard penis, whether in her cunt or in her mouth. She was willing to bet it felt much better in her ass than a candle would ever feel. Fucking brought out all the primitive woman in her. She was excited and delighted, and she felt a sense of inner awareness nothing else was able to make her feel. She was cognizant of every little thing about the man on top of her, but she was most aware of the pressure of his thick penis as it filled her to nearly overflowing. The penis drove into her, hard and fast.
"Let me do some of the fucking!" she gasped. "I've never done any of the actual fucking!"
Without a word, Phil gripped her and rolled over so that he was the one on his back and she was sitting on top of him. Different thrilling sensations flooded throughout her shuddering body as she tightly closed her eyes, moving her leaking vagina from side to side.
Reaching up, Phil cupped her lovely breasts in the palms of his hands, pushing the beautiful blonde back slightly, trying to make her rest her back against his upstanding knees. Instead, she leaned forward so his hands would continue to press against her breasts, his palms massaging her nipples.
Lifting her buttocks from his hard, masculine body, she kept it hovering in the air as Phil began driving upward, fucking straight up with all the power in him. He pinched her swollen nipples as hard as he was able without hurting her, making them stand out. The pointed nubs of her breast flesh tingled, making Geralyn realize how much she enjoyed having her nipples squeezed and pinched.
"UUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH . . .HHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNHHHHH ... DO IT TO ME ... DO IT TO MEEEEE . . . D-O-O-O-O-NNNN'T ST-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-PPPHHHHH-AAAANNNHHH ..." she gasped, feeling the walls of her vagina starting to spasm a little.
Phil removed his hands from the fullness of her breasts so he was able to grip the fullness of her asscheeks. His middle finger automatically snaked between her buttocks, sought out, and finally found her asshole. He pushed it in a little at a time, making it steadily disappear into her, adding another dimension of pleasure to what she was already feeling.
Now Geralyn was able to feel the thrills more strongly. Both her lower orifices were nicely filled. Charges of delight coursed through her as the man's middle finger continued reaming out her asshole. Geralyn leaned far forward, her heavy, pendulous breasts swinging wildly as the man began picking up speed, jabbing upward, sending his throbbing prick into her steaming cunt to the hilt each time he bucked upward.
"OH! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!" she gasped.
"I'm . . . uhhhh . . . glad!" he replied.
"How many other women have you loved?" she gasped.
"I've never counted them," was his answer.
"Were any of them as good as I am?"
Phil smiled to himself. The woman knew she was good. He knew she was good. In fact, he would have been a fool to deny it.
"No!" he admitted. "No one has ever fucked as well as you."
"I . . . uhhhh . . . have two holes filled," she gasped. "Fill my mouth with your tongue."
She leaned all the way down and kissed him solidly on the mouth, thrilling to the feeling of him thrusting his tongue all the way into her mouth as he continually slammed his throbbing cock into the tightness of her squeezing pussy and the driving length of his finger into her tingling asshole. She was perspiring profusely, and he smelled the saltiness of her as their moving bodies continued caressing one another. Now Geralyn's tongue probed back, and she had the distinct feeling she was fucking his mouth. This thrilled her even more. It was possible for one man to thrill and satisfy her after all.
She felt she was suffocating because their mouths were so tightly interlocked. In order to breathe better, she took her mouth from his. Then she sat up and leaned backward, her full breasts once again taking that exciting upward curve. With one hand, Phil continued squeezing her asscheeks while still driving his finger into her anus. His other hand rubbed her hard, flat stomach, then one of her slender, tender thighs, so white, yet so pink. Then he used his hands to lift her until his cock had come out of her cunt. Spreading his fingers wide, he supported her buttocks with just one hand, and then he guided the head of his throbbing cock to her anal opening, saying, "This time, I'm going to fuck your lovely ass." Geralyn simply nodded.
The head of his penis moved between his widespread fingers, pressing against her anal pucker, which she relaxed. She knew his cock was thicker than the candle she'd had forced into her, but she was certain she would be able to take it.
He lowered her slowly, and the penis widened her anal opening. Little by little it entered her, and she sucked in her breath as she felt it probe deeper.
"You knew that's what I wanted to feel," she said.
"Yes," he nodded. "I've never met a woman like you. Tell me, doesn't it hurt at all back there?"
"It feels big, it feels thick, it feels wonderful, but it doesn't hurt. I was hurt back there only once, and unless someone decides to pole me with a stallion's penis, I'll never be hurt back there again. I need to be fucked back there as much as I do in front."
Bracing herself on her knees, the beautiful blonde lifted her buttocks into the air, giving Phil some room to fuck, since she wanted him to do some of the moving even though she was the one on top. She didn't know why she needed this anal reaming as well as a vaginal reaming, but she did know it was necessary, just as she had felt it necessary to take his penis into her mouth. Big Bob Anson had made her a totally depraved woman, but she wasn't complaining. If more people indulged in this kind of depravity willingly, there would be a lot less crime. She found herself to be a true pleasure seeker, getting as much as possible from every sexual entry.
Phil was perfect for her. He knew how to counter her movements and he rotated rhythmically, his hands once again filling themselves with her breasts, pushing backward, trying to sit her down all the way. Geralyn's head fell back, and her neatly coifed blonde hair began to fall loosely down. The tendons on her neck stood out and her body began tightening, making the man realize she was on the verge of an anal orgasm.
"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH . . . HHHHH-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHUUGGHH!" she bellowed as, at the last minute, he jammed two fingers into her oil-drenched vagina.
Phil dug his cock into the narrowness of her ass tunnel, ramming away while he kept the two fingers in the culvert of her feminine cunt. The beautiful blonde began rotating her buttocks and grinding away, stretching the narrow little hole, adding even more pleasure to the wonderful sensations she was already feeling.
Once again Phil used his hands to lift her body, hoisting her until he pulled his hard cock from the tightness of her rectal tunnel. Then he brought her down and let it slide once again into the squeezing oiliness of her sucking pussy. Clamping her body tightly to his, he once again rolled over, putting the beautiful woman on her back. She lifted both legs and draped them over his shoulders and bucked up no to meet his downward thrusts as he slammed himself into her. She covered his face, his neck, and even his shoulders with a flurry of kisses and exciting little bites.
"You're a vampire!" he gasped.
"I'm a succubus," she told him. "I want to drain the sex life out of you . . . that white sex life that comes from your balls."
Phil laughed, still feeling nervous since he had not achieved any satisfaction himself. His testicles slapped solidly against her shuddering body, tickling her perineum, and Geralyn reached around and caressed them softly, knowing the treasure they contained.
Unlike most women, Geralyn, in spite of being well-oiled inside, not only felt a man climax, but was well aware of every last drop of the seminal flow deposited inside her. When Phil had unleashed his semen into her cuntal canal the night before, she had been only too well aware of every last little droplet.
Now the dark-haired patrolman picked up speed, leaning into her so he was able to suck on one of her breasts, opening his mouth as wide as possible and taking as much of the throbbing mammary inside as he was able. In the meantime, Geralyn's hands continued their activity against his testicles. Then she moved her fingers a little higher and managed to pinch the base of his cock when he stroked back.
Her first two fingers felt the oiliness as the throbbing penis continually moved in and out of her sucking pussy. She also felt the heat generated from her interior.
Phil stopped sucking on her mammary so he was once again able to tightly grip the cheek of her ass. As he jammed his throbbing cock into the tightness of her narrow cunt, he yanked her ass firmly against him as hard as possible.
"YYYYYAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNN-GGGGHHHHH!" she bellowed, climaxing yet another time, feeling the enormous head of his throbbing penis jab against the tender backwall of her shuddering cunt. It was so tremendously exciting she found her entire body spasming, sending out thick jets of oily juice, smothering his swollen prick with the thickness of her hot oil. "NOWWWWWW!" she screamed, almost as if she knew he was on the verge of his own orgasm. "NOW! FIRE INTO MEEEEE . . . HHHHH-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!�' You'd better believe it! he thought.
He came! He came hard, squirting two ballsful of heatedly burning seminal fluid into the narrowly tight depths of her shuddering vagina. It mixed with the heavy quantity of lubrication flooding her inner channel, and Phil's orgasm, added to her own, made everything feel that much more meaningful to Geralyn. This also served to make it that much more pleasurable. His hard cock spat again and again into her depths, and then slowly began to shrink as the geysers changed to dribblings.
They lay there together on his bed for a long, long time, their nervous energy finally spent. For a brief time the both of them dozed off, and when they awoke, it was nearly ten o'clock.
"I'm hungry," Phil murmured, feeling his stomach rumble.
"Pack your bags and come to my house," she told him.
"Pack my bags?"
"Well, take a change of clothing for tomorrow anyway. I don't think you'll be wanting to come home at least until we've finished work tomorrow."
"You're right," he nodded. "Are you going to cook?"
"No," she told him. "My neighbor does the cooking for me when I'm on the late shift. There'll be more than enough food there for the both of us. I often have enough leftovers after she cooks to last me three or four days."
"Nice neighbor," Phil commented.
"If you can conserve some of that energy for tomorrow morning, you might just get a chance to find out how nice," Geralyn told him.
"This sounds more and more interesting."
CHAPTER TEN
The meal was delicious, as all of Inga's meals were. Phil was so full afterward that he and Geralyn went straight to bed. The two of them slept straight through to nine the following morning.
They were awakened by Inga coming into the apartment. The Swedish woman was totally unaware of Phil's presence, and she walked into the bedroom, wearing her housecoat, expecting to find Geralyn alone.
"Oh my goodness!" she gasped, and she awoke the two of them with the sound of her voice.
Geralyn opened her eyes and said, "It's all right, Inga. Come on in. This is the man I work with, Phil. Phil, this is my neighbor who cooked us that wonderful meal last night, Inga."
"Hi," Phil nodded. "That was one terrific supper."
"It was my pleasure, to be sure," Inga told him. "I t'ink maybe I better be going."
"No!" Geralyn insisted.
"Why not?" Inga asked.
"I think Phil is the answer to what ails you, Inga. You told me you've never met a man who made you feel really good. Well, I'm willing to bet that between Phil and myself, we can do just that."
"The two of you?" Inga asked.
"The two of us," Geralyn nodded.
"I don't know . . ."
"Give it a try," the younger girl urged.
"What do you say?" Inga asked Phil.
"I'm willing," he told her.
"I have never been wit' bot', a man and a woman at the same time," Inga said.
"The way you say that leads me to believe you've been with them separately," Phi] said.
"Oh yah! Does it bodder you dat I have made love to women?"
"No," Phil replied, "as long as making love to me doesn't bother you. Does it?"
"Not at all," Inga replied. "When do we start?"
"As soon as I get back from the bathroom," Phil told her. "I want you girls to have nothing but a nice, clean body."
So he hurried to the bathroom, washed, tended to his needs quickly, and then returned. The whole thing hadn't taken three minutes.
Geralyn did the same thing, wanting to wash the previous night's lovemaking out of her, knowing how fishy it might smell the following morning. Ever since she had been accepted as a motorcycle policewoman, Geralyn knew she would be facing all kinds of inherent dangers, not the least of which would be possible rape. So she had started on the Pill at that time. Therefore, she wasn't worried about accidentally becoming pregnant."
The moment she returned, Phil Buono suddenly found himself delightfully surrounded by the tantalizingly soft female flesh of the two gentle ladies as both of them nakedly knelt over his supine body. He had stretched himself out full length on the bed in Geralyn's bedroom. It wasn't quite as comfortable as his water bed, but it was still a good mattress. He noticed the glitter in the eyes of the two females as they prepared to feast on him hungrily.
The younger blonde began first, but she was quickly joined by the equally lovely older woman. The two of them began by teasing Phil, licking his body with the tips of their tongues, running their lingual digits tantalizing over his abdomen and chest, sucking and biting on his masculine nipples. They even used their tongues inside his armpits, slowly laving their way up to his shoulders, after which they licked their way down to his wrists. Carefully the two females tongue-bathed the man, working their mouths downward to his toes, making Phil glad he'd had the foresight to wash his feet as well, when he had been in the bathroom. Each woman worked on one foot, sucking on his toes, nibbling them, biting them, licking between them.
Although Phil had enjoyed his share of women, he had never been worked on by two females at the same time before. Needless to say, he had never previously felt anything like this. Deliciously erotic sensations began rippling through him right from the start; from the first moment the two beautiful blondes had touched him. The paths of their tongues left an icy coolness on his warm skin, adding to his pleasure. He closed his eyes and softly moaned in a low voice as the two lithe, sensual feminine bodies pressed in on him from two directions at once, rubbing their wet vaginal labia against his hairy legs, pressing breasts at his face from both sides, taking turns at pushing nipples into his mouth. All the while they continued running their hands and lips freely over his nakedly powerful body. Time and time again he tensed only to once again relax as the maddening ministrations continued. In spite of worrying she might not please, Inga was doing as good a job as Geralyn. True, he felt more attracted to Geralyn, but looking at everything objectively, the older woman was even better than the beautiful young policewoman.
Every nerve-ending in his shuddering body, every pore, every vibrant inch of flesh on his torso very suddenly felt quiveringly alive and almost out of control. Flames seemed to build in the heavy sac dangling between his thighs, emanating outward, flashing in every direction. His pulsating penis was massively erect, a gigantic monument to his sexual abilities as it throbbed and twitched, seemingly cutting through the air. His testicles felt hard and tight, as though they were already full of thick, heavy masculine fluid. The pulsating balls throbbed spasmodically, keeping time to the flicking tongues of the two beautiful women working on him.
He felt one of them-he wasn't sure which one-spread his legs wide apart and began to sensuously lick the pale, sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. She worked her way upward, making all kinds of wet circles with her tongue, and he simply lay back with his eyes closed, enjoying the whole thing. She licked and lapped and flicked her tongue over his weighty balls, then sucked as much of the heavy wrinkled bag of his scrotum into her greedily sucking mouth. She tried swallowing, pulling as much of his scrotal flesh as possible into her anxious oral cave, the edges of her teeth nibbling softly, making him moan with delighted pleasure. Next, her soft lips caressed his agonizingly upstanding phallus, and then her tongue curled around the rich purple head as she sucked the solid organ into the depths of her mouth.
Abruptly she abandoned her oral activities, and for a moment Phil wondered just what was going on. He gasped as he felt thighs on his waist, and then a hot, wet cunt was backsliding on his body.
He opened his eyes and he saw himself staring at Inga. There was a lewd look of wanton delight scrawled across her features as she spread her vaginal lips apart with her fingers, exposing the rich pink inner folds of her tight little vagina.
Inga didn't know why, but she was feeling hotter than she had ever felt in her life. True, the man was arousing, but it was much more than that. It was more than knowing she would be able to make love to both, the policeman and the policewoman. It was the knowledge that she was performing. She was fucking with an audience for the first time in her entire life, and it thrilled her to know that someone, even if it was her friend, was anxious enough to watch her. She didn't know why, but she had the feeling she was going to have an orgasm with a man for the first time in her life.
"Let me help you," the lovely Geralyn said in a whisperingly soft voice.
Reaching out, she tightly grasped the man's huge phallus in her fist and she began rubbing the head back and forth against the wetly heated opening of Inga's vagina. The touch of the rubbery head against her soft vaginal lips drove Inga into a state of total sensation. She was feeling, actually feeling, and the more she felt, the more she wanted to feel.
Phil groaned as he became aware of the burning wet furriness rubbing against the electrically charged rubbery head of his lust-thickened penis. He was aware Geralyn was teasing him as the younger woman, tightly gripping his throbbing organ, moved it back and forth, almost, but not quite allowing it to slip into the burning, buttery depths of the older woman.
Inga allowed her body to remain in place so that Geralyn was able to touch her clitoris with the tip of the man's penis, sending all kinds of ecstatic waves of delight charging through the two bodies. Geralyn pinched her older friends buttocks, and Inga began turning and twisting her naked pelvis in a spiraling motion. Slowly, very, very slowly she began lowering her tight, hot tunnel onto the upstandingly rigid pillar that was the man's penile column.
Phil groaned, feeling the soft wetness of her tissues hungrily engulfing his burningly throbbing shaft. Leaning back and using the mattress for leverage, Inga began slowly pumping her smooth white buttocks up and down on top of the handsome patrolman.
At the same time, Geralyn got the idea to squat over Phil's face. This was the first time she had ever done anything so bold, but with each experience she felt herself getting bolder and bolder. She spread her softly furred outer labia with her fingers. Looking down, all she was able to see was the top of the man's head. She remembered how much she had enjoyed his tongue in her cunt the previous night, and she decided she definitely wanted to feel more of it.
Phil, staring straight up, was able to see the thinly gleaming pink crevice of her tantalizing vaginal slit, already wet and throbbing. She looked even more tasty in daylight.
With an agonizing slowness the beautiful younger blonde lowered herself over the man's willing face, letting him inhale and appreciate the natural aroma of her vibrantly inflamed and aroused vaginal tunnel. Phil enjoyed the soft, downy feel of the lovely Geralyn's moist pubic hair, and finally, he tasted the tart sweetness of her satiny vaginal sheath. His aching tongue leaped from his mouth, seeking and finding the hard little button of her extended clitoris. Then it slid downward and began exploring the tasty, fleshy interior of her hot, ovenlike cunt. He was well aware of the way her slenderly lovely, naked body vibrated above him, and the knowledge that she was once again so aroused, possibly because she was with him, filled the man with newer, even greater excitement.
"UMMMMMMM . . . HMMMMMMM . . . YUUMMMMMMMMM . . ." PhD moaned, seizing her extended "man-in-the-boat" strongly between his pulling lips, the edges of his teeth nibbling on it, as well.
"OOOHHHH!" Inga gasped. "I have never seen a man who loves to eat a woman's pussy so much. Feed more of it to him, Geralyn."
The sound of the older woman's laughter only tended to make the incredible erotic action taking place among everyone there that much more overwhelming. Slavering hungrily and wetly beneath Geralyn, Phil was wriggling his pelvis from side to side while pumping his buttocks up and down. His entire inner body was charged with thrilled excitement. He felt incredibly powerful at this moment, even though he was stretched out horizontally on the bed and inwardly consumed with shudderingly electrifying sensual feelings that were far stronger than any other he had ever known. It was something to be with two women at once, especially when each of the women was obviously as sensual as these two.
At that moment, Inga began lurching her well-shaped body up and down on his blood-bloated, desire-stiffened length of hard muscle and flesh, emitting short, punching gasps. His pelvis was moving in tandem with her, lifting her off the bed, with each violent stroke, sliding down just before she came down and feeling the cushioned impact of her buttocks as she sat on him.
Above his face, Geralyn was twisting and turning all the more speedily, spreading her tantalizing white thighs that much wider in order to feel him force his wetly quivering tongue that much deeper into her. Her vaginal passage was a suction cup that pulled on the oral digit, trying to yank it as far inside as she wished to feel a penis.
"GNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH AAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" the younger female was mewling, her cherry tipped breasts continuing to madly bounce against her heaving chest as she continued undulating her pelvis around the up-thrust length of his licentiously licking and probing tongue. Her body moved up and down as if moved by a pump. The moaning, thrashing trio moved in unison, the two women lifting and lowering themselves in opposition to one another.
"HAANNNGGGHHH . . . UUUNNNN-GGGGHHHH . . . GGGGHHHHUUUUNNNN-GGGGHHHH ..." Inga gasped, suddenly realizing she was about to attain her first orgasm ever with a man. The sensation was bearing down on her with a galvanic intensity. Her mouth opened, and she pulled in a great breath of air, and then let it all out. "YYYYYAAAAANNNNNGGGGG-HHHHH...GGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHH . . . UUUUNNNNN- GGGGGHHHHH . . . HHHHHUUUUU-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHH . . .OHHHHH . .. WWWWWAAAAAUUUUUNNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHHHH!" she bellowed. Her body bounced uncontrollably on the man's groin, her buttocks hitting his thighs and balls again and again.
Then it was all over, and the trio simply lay there, unmoving.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Inga made brunch for the three of them in Geralyn's apartment.
"Tell me, what do you do for a living, Inga?" Phil asked.
"I work as a masseuse at the local healt' club," she explained.
"Do they ever allow you to work on men there?"
"Oh no! Dis is a perfectly legitimate healt' club. I go in at one and I work until six. By den, all the women have gone home. Dey don't pay so good, but the tips are enough."
"Geralyn has told me how good you are to her, making her supper those nights she's out on duty."
"Oh yah! She has been good to me, too. She waters my plants sometimes when I'm not home and she is. We have a friendly arrangement."
"Yeah! I can see where I'd love to become part of this arrangement."
"You bastard!" Geralyn snapped, kicking him under the table. The toe of her shoe hurt, and Phil winced, rubbing his leg through trousers.
"What was that for?"
"You wanted to take it nice and easy and slow when there was only you and me. Now that you have the chance to be with two women at once, your thoughts are suddenly changing."
"No they're not," Phil insisted, wiping some crumbs from his heavy green-and-black flannel shirt. "I still want to move slowly, and, much as I like Inga, I want to be alone with you a good part of the time. But after all, it was your idea to include Inga in our little get-together this morning, and is it my fault that I liked it? I'll promise this much. Inga and I will never make it without you being part of it, whereas you and I will make it without her. If, after a time, we decide to marry, and you want to exclude Inga altogether, I'll go along with it."
"No!" Geralyn said, wiping her mouth with her napkin. "Inga has become too close a friend to exclude from sexual activity, even after marriage . . . unless she wants to exclude herself. If she finds a man of her own and wants to marry him, that's fine. But until that time, my house and my men are available to her."
"Your men!" Phil asked.
"Well, my man, anyway. I'm glad Inga came over this morning. I don't think I'd ever be able to seriously accept any man who felt repulsed by Inga's having indulged herself homosexually."
"I'm glad I passed the test," Phil snapped, sarcastically.
"Don't be like that," Geralyn said to him. "It really wasn't a test. It just happened."
"Yeah," he nodded. "Well, I'm still agreeable to anything that'll make you happy, but as I said yesterday, let's move slowly. If you feel the need for other men, don't let me stop you, just as long as I still have the freedom to be with other women."
"I suppose that's only fair," Geralyn nodded.
"I t'ink you're bot' acting very silly," Inga said to them. "You love each odder, but you haven't the courage to admit it. Dere's not'ing wrong wit' being in love. As for me, I'm only too happy to have shared in dat love. If you still want me, I'm available, but I'm not going to get in your way, and if the two of you are smart, you won't let anyone else get in your way."
"You're right," Phil nodded. "I'm acting like a jerk."
"So am I," Geralyn agreed. "Come on, let's get to work before we all crawl into bed again."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Although it was a crisp day, it was a surprisingly warm one for January. The temperature was almost fifty degrees, and the streets were nice and dry. Geralyn and Phil were back on their motorcycles, cruising the parkways, making sure the traffic flowed smoothly and there were no overanxious speeders.
Unlike the majority of motorcycle police, Phil and Geralyn weren't thrilled about catching speeders. They didn't hide behind signs or bushes, waiting for someone to go way over the limit so they'd be able to shoot out after them. Instead, they cruised in plain sight, knowing everyone seeing them would automatically stick to the limit. Neither of them was in a hurry to increase the state's coffers from the pockets of the local drivers.
When it came to criminal cases however, it was an entirely different story. People who purposely committed felonies deserved anything they got, and both Phil and Geralyn felt their hearts pumping and blood racing each time they went after such a person. They would have been poor police officers if they had been soft on the idea of going after criminals, or if they felt heavy hearted about apprehending them.
So it was, at about three that afternoon, they received a call from central HQ about a gang of motorcycle thieves who had held up a drive-in bank. They had cycled their way inside the bank, grabbed all the money in the open drawers, then charged right out again, even with all the "'arms going. Four of the cyclists had already been caught by squad cars, but there were three more that had gotten away and were headed down the parkway the two of them were patrolling.
Even as the voice finished speaking, they saw the three cyclists tearing wildly along the parkway. Turning on their sirens and lights, the two of them took after the trio. Cars pulled over to the side automatically. The sirens were so loud, cars far up ahead pulled over, allowing the three cycles in front clear access, as well.
Geralyn recognized the bikes ridden by the trio ahead. They were turbocharged Hondas, three of the fastest bikes around. But the Nebraska State Police hadn't been slack in their equipment. Phil and Geralyn were riding supercharged Harley Davidsons, probably the best cycles on the market.
Like the Hondas, they had dual exhausts, but then-engines were considerably more powerful.
They began gaining on the trio in front of them, and Geralyn felt her heart pumping wildly. There was no mistaking the rider on the far right. He had a can that overlapped the bike saddle so much, the saddle seemed to disappear. It was Big Bob Anson.
She had been waiting for this for more than a year. Here was her chance. She was going to nab him, and with a gun pressed against his head she was going to make him pull down his pants so she'd be able to ram that candle up his ass. Then she'd haul him in.
Revenge was going to be sweet. Nothing, nothing in the world was going to stop her from going after Bob.
At the next exit, Bob and the middle cyclist turned off, while the cyclist on the left kept going. Because Geralyn was to the right of Phil, she automatically took after the pair while Phil continued pursuing the third cyclist. She knew Phil was calling in for reinforcements, trying to head his man off, and she ought to be doing the same. But she was going to catch this duo single-handedly. She had a personal reason for nabbing one of them, and no other policeman was going to get the glory. It was wrong, it was against all procedure, but she was going to do it.
They were moving through the business section of Omaha now, winding through streets wildly, uncontrollably, and Geralyn, her lights and her siren nice and loud, continued closing in on the pair in front of her. It wouldn't be much longer before she caught up to them. She had no idea whether or not they were armed, but she had no intention of taking chances. She had already loosened her holster flap and was all set to pull iron.
The two cyclists cut into a narrow street and she was only fifty feet behind them. Geralyn saw them suddenly turn onto a ramp and shoot into the rear of a large building in what was now an abandoned area. At least the buildings on this block were abandoned. There was no traffic here, nor was there anyone in sight.
Geralyn turned onto the ramp as well, shooting into the rear of what had once been a warehouse. The moment she hit the loading dock she knew something was wrong. Before she had a chance to realize there was very little light and the other two were nowhere in sight, the cycle slipped from under her as she rode through a pool of old motor oil. She slammed against the wooden floor of the loading dock as her cycle went spinning away. Her crash helmet saved her from a concussion, but she did see stars as her head hit the boards, and then two powerful male bodies were on top of her, all but smothering her.
She passed out after that.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When she awoke, Geralyn found herself in a small, bare room, bare that is, except for the large cot on which she lay. Her uniform had been pulled off her body, as well as the rest of her underthings. She lay there, totally naked.
Sitting on an old crate, smiling at her, still dressed, was Big Bob Anson. He hadn't changed much in a year, though he had lost a little weight. A life of crime seemed to agree with him.
"Well, well, well," he smiled. "The little rallyist has become a lady cop. Ain't that nice."
"And the big bad rapist has become a bank robber," she snapped back. "You know you'll never get away with this, Bob," she told him. "Why don't you be smart, give yourself up to me, and if I testify that you surrendered, they might go easier on you."
"Bullshit!" Bob laughed. "What kinda crap are you handing me? Pete and me and the others have robbed more'n a dozen banks this way. We don't get any fantastic money, just what's in the cash drawers. Sometimes it don't amount to more'n a few thou, but it keeps us going."
"Eventually you have to get caught."
"Nah! I figure when I've put about fifty grand together, I'll go somewhere else and open a cycle shop. I'm almost there now. One more caper and I'll have the dough."
"You'll be caught the next time."
"I'll probably hit a Missouri bank the next time," he laughed. "I ain't gonna get caught."
"What about me? Are you going to add murder to everything else?"
"Women are meant to fuck, not kill," he snorted.
"You're insane. I'm not just a girl now. If you attack me you're assaulting an officer of the law."
"So are they gonna put me away for a longer time if they catch me for fucking you as a cop than if I raped you as a chick? Nah! Me and Pete, we got it figgered. Right now, he's out buying some grub we're gonna need. We'll spend the night here, waiting for things to cool down a little. Maybe we'll have to stay a week, even two. Eventually things'll cool down. We'll tie you up, then go on our way. By the time you work your way loose, we'll be outta the state. Maybe Kansas, maybe Missouri, maybe even Iowa. Who knows? But while we're stuck here, we got you for company."
"You might as well kill me, Bob, because I'm not going to willingly do anything for you," she told him, sitting up and covering her body with her hands.
Bob heaved himself to his feet and walked over to her. He looked down at her with that boyish grin on his handsome, albeit heavy face, and then said, "Don't talk like that, honey . . . Officer Martin. Killing ain't no fun. Dying is even less fun. Fuckin' is fun!"
He was smiling broadly at her, remembering the time he'd had with her in the motel room more than a year before. There was that same fabulous golden cunt between those same luscious thighs, and right now they were his . . . all his . . . all over again. He knew Pete would be back soon, and he would want to fuck her, too. But right now she belonged to him. Hell! He had de-virginized every hole in her body that first night, and it made him feel, in a way, that he owned her. She belonged to him, and he wasn't going to tolerate any backtalk from her. Just looking at that fabulous little figure was getting him more and more heated up with every passing moment. He had to do something to make her understand that whenever he was around, that body of hers belonged specifically to him, and if she was used by some other cock, it was only because he allowed it. He had to do something to make her realize she was still his property. He had to put his own stamp on this woman in an indelible way, proving to her that she was his slave, to do with as he pleased . . . when he pleased.
A wild look was in his eyes as the huge man slowly began unzipping his heavy woolen jacket. He pulled it off, then tugged off his flannel shirt underneath, and then sat on the crate while he pulled off his boots one at a time. The crate was against the door, so there was no way Geralyn was going to get out of the room. It had no windows in it, and even the small bathroom next to it was windowless, with a vent that was obviously not working at the moment.
Bob smiled as he pulled off his underwear, once again revealing a monumental penis. He was going to give her one helluva fucking.
All the while, Geralyn looked at him through narrowed eyes, watching him carefully, shuddering inwardly, knowing she had botched things but good. Had she radioed for help there was a good chance none of this would have happened. Certainly she should have stayed outside the building and radioed for back-up before going in. Now she was at the no-so-tender mercy of this horrible man again and she knew there would be no chance of her using the candle on him.
Geralyn was frightened. She had a right to be under the circumstances. She knew the havoc this man was capable of wreaking on her body with that monumental tool of his.
"Assume the angle, Officer Martin," he told her, motioning with his hand. "You know the angle I mean ... the one you assumed the first night we got together."
Terrified, she realized she was in no position to argue with him. Sure she had learned a lot at the police academy. She knew self-defense, but she also knew Bob was a street fighter who knew how to counter every dirty move made. If she angered him, he would make her do what he wanted by hurting her. He was very strong.
Nakedly kneeling on all fours on the wide cot, the trembling female police officer cringed as she was aware of him approaching.
"Don't do this, Bob," she gasped. "You know, if a person hurts a cop, the other cops don't rest until he's caught."
"I'm not worried about the hick cops here in Nebraska," Big Bob laughed. "Right now, I'm in the mood for a little fucking. Since yours is the only cunt handy, yours is the cunt I've chosen to fuck."
"No, damn you!" she snapped at him, thinking how undignified it was for a person like herself, a representative of the law, to be manhandled by this vicious man.
"So you don't want me screwin' into that pussy, eh?" he laughed. "Well, that's just fine with me, baby," he told her with a loud chuckle. "There are other ways, remember?"
She turned her head and saw him eyeing the white, pliant mounds of round nether flesh that formed the woman's fully presented buttocks.
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
"You're no dope, baby, I'm sure you can guess," he told her, roaring with laughter.
From the salacious position she had assumed on the cot, bent over in the position into which Big Bob had forced her, cold terror struck deep into the shivering woman's quaking body. Yet she thought to herself how she deserved all this for having been foolish enough to want to capture this man all by herself. Even if the man was a totally disgusting egomaniac who had dented her feminine pride; a cold, slavering monster and a selfish son of a bitch, she ought to have had more brains than to try and assuage her personal feelings by taking after him as she had done. No cop with an ounce of brains would have attempted what she had tried. This, after all, was a kind of punishment, and a well-deserved punishment at that.
Geralyn thought she was going mad. The nightmare was happening all over again, and at the moment she didn't feel like a policewoman, but rather like a helpless female. She deserved to be discharged from the force. Such actions on her part merited only the most severe of reprimands. The fact that this man had been her nemesis had nothing to do with it. She'd had the law on her side, and properly used, the law would have punished this man. The punishment would have more than made up for what he had done to her, since the commission of so many bank robberies would have been enough to assure his being locked away in prison until he was too old to use that penis of his.
She wondered how she had been so stupid as to think she, a woman, was capable of taking on two brutal men. Even if she was a peace officer, she was facing two men who didn't believe in the law, and as a result, they had no respect for her uniform. Now at least one of them was going to take advantage of her body. The police force would never forgive her for allowing herself to be trapped this way. She would be dismissed from the force, and deservedly so.
For the first time Geralyn realized how much it meant to her to go on being a policewoman. She had been serving a useful function, doing something for humanity. She had become a giver instead of a taker. Now it was all going down the drain because of stupidity.
Bob stared slaveringly down at the lovely blonde's beautifully widespread, pale-fleshed asscheeks, and he remembered how he had used that candle on her. Well, what he was going to use in her ass right now was definitely not a candle. What was more, he would not only be fucking her, but he would be symbolically fucking the law. He hated cops. This was as good a way as any of showing them how much he detested them without actually killing one of them. Bob Anson was a brutal man, but he wasn't a killer. A least, he wouldn't think of killing anyone not out to kill him, and it was obviously this helpless blonde was definitely in no position to kill anyone. He had taken the gun from her holster and he had hidden it where he was certain she would never be able to get her hands on it. Right now, the only gun he wanted to use on her was the one protruding from between his thighs.
"Spread those luscious cheeks a little wider, baby," he commanded. "Big Bobby is gonna give you the fucking of a lifetime."
Geralyn merely remained in that kneeling position as Bob positioned himself behind her rounded bun. His thickly swollen, weighty phallus bulged with throbbing veins that stood out all over the barrel-shaped stem of his hardened penis. Leaning forward, he slowly, tantalizingly, deliberately parted the helpless cheeks of the beautiful woman's fully rounded buttocks, tugging them wider, pulling so hard on them she actually felt pain from the stretching. He heard her moan as a perverse smile crossed his lips. It was the same moan he had heard the night he had first fucked her. Bob had screwed quite a few cunts since, but he had to admit, this was one broad he had always remembered.
Her puckered brown asshole seemed to be winking at him, inviting him, and he took the invitation, leaning down and licking it with the tip of his tongue. He teased it tormentingly, lapping at it hungrily again and again.
"N-O-O-O-O-O . . . .UUUUUNNNNNNNN-GGGGGGHHHHH . . . ." the helpless woman said to him, shuddering, thinking of his tongue as a wet and slimy worm trying to crawl into the opening of her nether tunnel. The licking tongue felt cold and strange, and she felt singularly uncomfortable. When Inga had licked her and when Phil and licked her she had more than welcomed their tongues. But this obscene lingual extension disgusted her. It seemed so obscene that he should actually be licking her rear end in the first place. The man had to be crazy. She had expected him to rip right into her, but then, Big Bob had always been full of surprises.
She wanted to pull away from the man, but she knew she was totally at his mercy, not only because he was considerably stronger than she, but because of the guilt she felt deep down at not having called for back-up when she'd had the opportunity. She was, after all, only getting what she truly deserved. It seemed somehow or other ironic that this man, who had raped her so violently in the beginning, was now the one responsible for punishing her for being so foolish and behaving in a manner totally unbecoming an officer. "YYYYIIIIIIIIII!"
Big Bob's tongue was flicking teasingly between the cheeks of her widespread crack, lapping at the tiny pucker of her anus. He caused violent chills to run through the inwardly repentant young blonde, making her feel even more ashamed and embarrassed. Oddly, his actions also made her feel more naked than she had ever felt in her entire life.
"Grab your asscheeks and pull on them," Bob gruffly ordered, really beginning to enjoy what he was doing to her. He had never expected to get second chance at this bitch, and now that he had her, he was going to make full use of her body.
A sadistic idea came to his mind. He wanted to make her suffer a little more first. Looking around the little room that had once been a storage room in the warehouse, he saw some small boxes still sitting on otherwise bare shelves that lined the walls. Walking over to one of them, he opened it and pulled out a stiff wire brush that was obviously meant to be used in cleaning metal machinery. It was still wrapped in plastic, letting him know it hadn't been used yet, and it had a stiff metal backing.
Grinning all the more widely, Bob threw the box on the floor and then tore the plastic off the wire brush. Then he walked back to where the beautiful blonde was still subserviently kneeling.
The helpless policewoman's beautiful long legs were now spread so far apart that the tormentedly helpless young female was able to feel the pull on her strained tendons at the juncture where her thighs joined the ever-so tender area of her trembling vagina. She didn't know what was on Bob's mind, but she was terrified.
Bob held the steel wire brush by its long, round handle, and he lightly ran the bristles over her asscheeks. She gasped and tried pulling forward, at which point he smacked her buttocks with the flat part of the brush, snapping, "STAY STILL!"
For the next five minutes he amused himself by lightly rubbing her asscheeks with the wire brush, seeing the white flesh turn pink and then red. Then he reversed the brush, pressed the long, round handle against her anal opening.
There was a sudden and sharp pain in the narrow rectum of the helplessly kneeling blonde girl. The terrified policewoman realized Bob was attempting to work something into her. Was he insane? Had he suddenly found another candle? Had he possibly found the candle she still had in the saddlebags on her motorcycle? No, it wasn't the candle. This was thinner, but harder. It also felt much colder.
Turning her head, she saw he was holding the brush by its wire bristles, and she realized- the was trying to push the brush handle into her. He was a maniac. First a candle, now this! Was there no end to this terrible man's perversity? He wanted to push the entire length of it into her, and though it was neither as long nor as thick as the candle, it was still a foreign object. Terrified, she tried her best to wriggle away from the intruding object, but she was aware of the way he twisted and turned it inside her, moving deep in her rubbery channel, chugging through her helplessly shuddering rectum. It slid steadily inward until it was as far in as possible. She realized the brush handle was approximately the same length as Bob Anson's cock, even if it was only half as thick. Once it was all the way in, he began pulling it out, then pushing it in, then pulling it out. In, out, in, out, with constantly abrupt jerking motions.
"HHHHHH AAAANNNNNGGGGHHHH!" the trapped blonde policewoman groaned in a loud, pitiful voice.
"Whatsa matter?" Bob asked, mockingly. "I thought I got you used to taking things up the old kazoo, baby."
He began twisting the brush handle eagerly, worming it deeper into the narrow tightness of her rectum, watching the way it stretched her anal opening. Her inner walls were tensed with fear, and as a result it slid with some resistance.
"N-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0 . . . D-O-O-O-O-O-OO-O-O-O-NNN'T . . . OHHHHHHH . . . HOW CAN YOU!" she groaned.
There was no real pain. The beautiful blonde was indeed used to accepting long cylindrical objects into her rectum, but the idea that he was humiliating her was what really horrified her. Ever since learning she was capable of total satisfaction from a man without being humiliated, the lovely Geralyn didn't appreciate the humiliation.
The horrified twenty-year-old blonde tried straightening out her knees so that she would be able to lie flat on the cot, thinking he might not enjoy seeing her that way, and he might give up trying to ream her. Somehow, in some way, she had to get this man to stop doing these horrible things to her.
But Bob Anson was a very determined man, and wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her so that her rounded buttocks were once again waving in the air, keeping her kneeling in the humiliating position that caused her rear passage to open wide to his lewd dredging with the metal handle of the wire brush.
"Come on, baby," he panted, reaming the brush in and out again and again. "Tell me, doesn't it feel good in your ass. Shit! If you were able to take that candle, this skinny little thing ought to be easy for you. You goddamn little cunt . . . joining the cops, huh. Well, I'm gonna fuck you in that narrow little ass of yours with this so that every time your keester is on that motorcycle after this, you'll remember, stay away from Bob Anson. As long as you wear a cop's uniform, whenever you see me, you walk across the street, got it, baby?"
Geralyn's face was bright red by now. Her blonde hair, always so neatly and carefully arranged, now hung down in front of her eyes and her mouth gaped open, though no sounds came out. She felt so totally exposed, so obvious, so open, so transparent. She was feeling once again what she had felt when he had used the candle on her. Even though the handle of the wire brush was thinner than the candle, her fear had tightened her rectum so that she felt it that much more strongly. This had to be some kind of nightmare! She wondered just what it was that was happening to her! Why had she been so intent on personally making this man pay for humiliating her? All it had done was bring more humiliation down on her.
Tears were running down her cheeks very heavily as she tried to support herself on her elbows. But every now and then she would suddenly pitch forward, propelled by the worming handle of the brush being thrust into her rectum.
"NO, DAMN YOU ... NO ... I CAN'T . . . UHHHHH . . . STAND THIS ... I CAN'T . . . I CAN'T . . . WHEN THEY CATCH YOU YOU'LL SERVE AN EXTRA TERM FOR COMMITTING FORCIBLE RAPE . . . AAANNN-GGGGHHHHH!"
The man laughed long and loud, and the sound of his obscene cackling began echoing in Geralyn's ears. Her body was out of control and trembling terribly. She knew now he was not only trying to humiliate her, but he was trying to physically hurt her where it wouldn't be visible. He wouldn't kill her because if she didn't live, then all this torture through which he was putting her was a waste of time. He wanted her to live, and he wanted her to be miserable and remember that even with the law on her side, he was going to dominate her every time they met.
"YYYY AAAAANNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!" The handle of the brush suddenly pushed its way a little deeper into her than before. It squirmed around inside her, making her writhe on her knees.
"Say you want it!" he commanded.
"YOU'RE INSANE!" she gasped.
"The hell I am. You learned to love the candle. You'll learn to love this too, lady. Now tell me you want me to do it!"
"Never!"
"Goddamn you, say it! Say you want me to fuck you up the ass with the handle of this brush! Say it! Tell me how much you loved the way I candle-fucked your ass the last time, and how much you dug sucking on my cock. Come on, say it!"
The handle of the brush slid all the way out of her rectum this time, making a small, ugly popping sound that created the impression she had broken wind. Geralyn felt thrillingly relieved, but strangely open and empty. The disturbed and guilty blonde was aware of Bob Anson's naked loins pressing firmly against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks while his hands continued gripping her hips, pulling her entire lower half toward him. Then with dread certainty, she felt the rubbery tip of the fat man's rampant cock running up and down the thin, moist slit that stretched from the tender, parted lips of her almost-bare pussy to the base of her quivering spine.
"OHHHHHHH . . . N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!" she moaned softly, knowing what was going to happen.
Let it happen and be over and done with! she silently prayed.
Her entire body shuddered as she felt the man's heavy hands slipping into the heated, hair-fringed labia between her widely trembling white thighs. An obscenely wriggling middle finger slid wetly into the defensively sodden slash of her cringing vagina.
"Hey, you're all wet in that cunt of yours, baby," he roared with laughter. "Maybe you don't wanna admit you like being reamed in the ass, but your cunt sure tells a different story. All soaking wet and ready to be fucked!"
"HUUUUUU NNNNHHH!" the helpless Geralyn whimpered.
She shuddered with frightened horror as the man abruptly brought the twitching thickness of his throbbing penis up to the tiny opening of her narrow little anus, letting the blunted tip slowly spread the softly yielding crevice of her naked buttocks wide to admit it. Sadistically, the beefy motorcycle bandit began solidly rocking himself back and forth, pushing the head of his penis against the little pucker, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, working forward all the time, pressing until the tip of his organ slowly began opening the little rictus as he pulled her helpless body back against him. Eventually the bloated red tip forced her sphincter to open wide, and the smooth, rubbery tip of his angry penis, bloated, engorged, slightly longer and thicker than the one sported by Phil Buono, pushed into her with a small obscene sound. The tight elasticity guarding her rectum was widened as the cock-head slid in to the corona.
"GGGNNNGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Geralyn found herself wriggling and squirming in totally helpless torment as pain continued building inside her. The unnatural entry against membranes that were being forced to remain tightly closed brought her the kind of pain she had only felt that time he had initially pushed the candle into her. It was a searing agony that radiated through her asscheeks as he continued to brutally ravish her inner tunnel. This sent shafts of stabbing torment driving horribly throughout her violently trembling naked body.
"Like it . . . don't you . . . lady cop . . ." Bob gasped.
"STOP! STOP! STOP!" Geralyn screamed. "THIS IS AGONY! IT HURTS! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU TO DESERVE THIS! STOP IT, NOWWWWW . . .!"
But instead of complying, the heavy man continued to push his heatedly pulsing penile head another few millimeters into the tightly protesting depths of the helpless young woman's rectum, staking her solidly while severely stretching her anal passageway as it had never been stretched before. Listening to her cries, he grinned widely, enjoying her agony. This would teach the bitch to become a cop and then come after him. Hah! She had one tight asshole, this bitch did. Now he was sorry he had used the candle on her rear the last time. It would have been a helluva lot more fun dicking her back there. Well, this time he was going to feel every last throbbing inch of his driving cock sink into the tightness of her rectum. He was going to push it in until it filled her.
Already the pain-wracked, wriggling, squirming blonde policewoman felt her rectum responding by contracting with hard squeezes, as if trying to eliminate the thickly enormous bulk pushing into her tightly squeezing tunnel. But all her vain and frantic efforts did was made Bob feel that much more added excitement. Her asshole was pressing tightly around his driving cock, creating a tingling sensation of sucking, and now that he was past the sphincter, he was sinking deeper into her.
He thrilled to the pressure of his desire-stiffened phallic lance sliding all the way forward now, moving into the tightness of her rectal canal, unmercifully pushing the tiny ridges of rectal flesh before it as it moved. Yeah, this was some ass, all right, and he was going to really enjoy plundering it.
Another overpowering shudder charged through the beautiful woman's naked body, and she suddenly fell forward breathlessly on her face, realizing that fighting him was no use. First he had used a candle, then the handle of a wire brush, and now he was using that monstrous cock. Wasn't it amazing that her rectal tunnel, which had accepted Phil's cock with so much anticipation, felt such pain when this man's organ pushed its way into her? Yes, emotion played a strong part in a woman's physical well being. She realized now that she was at the beginning of love with Phil, and that was why she had been able to accept his penis so readily inside her. But she hated Bob, and this was why his penile penetration of her rectum was so painful. This man's organ was causing torture in the depths of her rectum.
Bob looked down. Even with his overhanging belly in the way, he was able to see the length of his cock grinding itself heatedly in and out of the lovely blonde's private nether nest. Each time he pushed forward, his stomach overlapped onto her backside, and when he pulled back, his cock was so long, he was able to see it sticking into her little anal opening. His cock was leaking a heavy quantity of oil, and as a result the shaft glistened brightly in the desperately straining confines of her ravaged rectum.
Warming delightedly to his task, the round-faced, powerful cycle bandit allowed his hands to roam beneath the beautiful blonde's softly quivering belly. Hungrily, anxiously his fingers found the golden-fuzzed mound of her tender cunt, and with a single swift insinuating motion, he spread the soft labial cushions of tender, heated pink flesh that lined her vaginal interior, and he proceeded to slip his outstretched finger into the narrow opening, so helplessly exposed. His fingers tickled her there again and again, tantalizing her.
"Come on, baby," Bob gasped. "You like it and you know it! Why don't you admit you like it already?"
His voice continued droning on, urging her to tell him how much she liked what he was doing, and slowly but surely, Geralyn realized unwanted pleasure was starting to seep into her. The very marrow of her bones felt the thrilling delight charging through her. She began squealing weakly.
A deliberately teasing flick of the man's middle finger at her swollenly extended clitoris made Geralyn suddenly jerk uncontrollably, and then his fingers were there, fucking into her wide open, well oiled cunt, pushing deep and hard into the soft core of her.
"OHHHHHHH . . . HHHUUUNNNHH . . . YESSSSS . . . AAANNNHHH!" she finally gasped as she realized all the delight she was trying to keep from herself was flooding her passion-tortured body from all sides. Even her savagely tortured rectum was opening and feeling thrills, responding to the insanely churning pressure of Bob Anson as his cock moved around and around. With a gulp, batting back tears, she found she was unable to hide her emotions any longer.
"Thatta girl!" Bob urged. "Come on, come on, tell me how much you like being fucked in the ass while my fingers tickle your pussy. Come on, shout it out, honey!"
"OHHHHHH . . . YESSSSS ... I LIKE IT ... I LIKE IT . . . FUCK ME, BOB! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I LOVE IT BACK THERE! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! OOOOHHHH! YESSSSSS! MORE! MORE!"
She was unable to believe she was saying all these things, but she also knew she would never take any of it back. In fact, she even felt a sense of satisfaction at admitting how much she was enjoying what the man was doing to her, because now she was letting him know he was no longer torturing her, but he was making her feel all kinds of delirious pleasure. She was certain that if he knew he wasn't torturing her, some of his sadistic enjoyment would disappear. Her body, entirely aroused, undulated and churned and rotated, twitching lewdly as her mouth gaped wide and her panting became that much heavier and faster.
"UMMMMMMM!" she sighed, thinking if she had to be punished, if she had to be made to pay for her pride and her recklessness, there was not a better way for her to do it. She was inwardly thrilled and delighted. She deserved what she was getting, even if she enjoyed it! If this was suffering, then she hoped she would be made to undergo suffering like this all the time from now on.
The excitedly aroused young policewoman found herself dancing obscenely on her knees, hurling her buttocks back at the hard cock of the man thrusting into her, her body quaking and her heart in her mouth. All the while her hotly seeping vagina squirmed nakedly and shamelessly around the hated man's probing fingers.
Behind her, Bob laughed to himself as he sensed the way she was both, enjoying this, and suffering at the same time. This made him fuck all the harder into the tight rictus of her narrow ass, gripping her tightly splayed cheeks and desire-drenched pussylips, alternately. He realized he was bringing her to the point of satisfaction to which he had brought her when he had used the candle.
"You bitch!" he cursed at her. "So you were coming after me 'cause I candled your ass, huh. Well, now you'll have more reasons to look for me, and if you ever come after me again, I'll give you even more reasons to look for me."
As she felt his cock continuing to rummage through her tight rectum, Geralyn realized there was a hint of emotion in his voice. For the first time he wasn't sounding like the cock sure son of a bitch he had always been.
She remembered now how he used to act superior to others to cover his inferiority complex about being overweight. Now he had expanded on it, using his weight as an excuse to break the law and steal from others. He fucked out of hatred instead of love, and when he had initially raped her it had been to, in essence, let her know that a fat man was just as capable of making her climax in three different places as a thin man. Now he was choked up while fucking her, and she realized that like many of the men she had known, he had been attracted to her. He knew he had been wrong in raping her, but in his own twisted, warped way, he had wanted to make her understand him. He had wanted her to come back to him and tell him what a terrific guy he was and how she loved him and didn't care that he was fat. When he had discovered she was the cop chasing him, he had correctly surmised that he had been the reason for her becoming a police officer. He had driven her to be an enemy, and enemy whose sole purpose in life was to eventually catch up to him, and it was coming to where Bob Anson was no longer able to stand having everyone as his enemy, especially someone for whom he felt something other than contempt, in spite of what he was doing to her.
"Why did you have to do it?" he was asking.
"Why did you have to be a cop and come hunting me?" His voice sounded perplexed.
But even as he spoke he continued pounding his hard cock into her rectum, and as a result, her anal ring continued tightly gripping his ramrod stiff penis, squeezing it spasmodically and crazily, and he knew she was on the brink of her climax.
Teeth tightly clenched, the overweight man continued to grind his lust-swollen pistoning phallus solidly into the crushing center of the slender blonde policewoman, his fingers once again reaching around and pulling her cuntlips apart so he was able to thrust two fingers into her, enabling him to feel his own lustfully slamming stiffness pounding solidly into her from behind.
"OHHHHHH . . . HHHAAANNNGGGGG-HHHH . . . BABBBBYYYYYY . . .TIGHT ASS . . . TIGHT ASS . . . GREAT . . .GREAT . . . HHHAAANNNHHH!" he cried out, feeling his own whitely oiled masculine sperm suddenly spurting voluminously into the tight depths of her thrilled and shuddering rectum. "AAGGGHHH!" he bellowed. "I COULDA LOVED YOUUUU . . ."
His sperm was charging into her anal tunnel, moving at tremendous, breakneck speed as the beautiful woman found herself arching her spine and slamming her rounded buttocks firmly against the man's heavily invading length while she tightened and opened her climaxing pussy around his probing fingers.
"AAAIIIYYY AAAGGGHHHAAANNNGGG-HHHAAAGGGHHHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH- AAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHHUUUOGGGG-HHHHHHH!" she screamed, ascending to the heights of eternity rapidly, then descending into an all-enveloping cloud of brilliantly explosive orgasm. Then she was being lifted, carried away, and her mind clouded over as she realized she was fainting.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Geralyn used the bathroom to wash up, and then she rested, dozing nakedly on the cot while Bob, also naked, sat on the empty packing crate he had wedged against the only door in the room.
A knock at the door snapped him out of his semi-lethargic state, and he asked, "Who's there?"
"Pete," a voice said from the other side of the door.
Bob pulled the crate away from the door, opened it, and let the other man in. The only light in the room came from a single bulb nakedly shining in the ceiling, so although Geralyn had awakened at the sound of the knock, she wasn't able to see Pete too distinctly at first. When he finally came close enough for her to make him out, she knew she had never seen him before.
He wasn't too tall, about Phil Buono's height, and he was a good-looking man, really good-looking. He looked to be about ten years younger than Bob, though she would eventually learn he was two years older. He had thick, dark-brown hair combed straight back with a small wave on top. His eyes were set a bit too close together, but it didn't detract from his good looks. He had a thin, short nose, thin lips, and a very slender body. He was carrying two paper bags filled with food.
"Hey, hey, hey!" he said, looking at the naked Bob. "Looks like you got a head start with the lady cop here."
"If you have any sense you'll tell him the kind of trouble he's in," Geralyn said to Pete. "If the two of you are caught with me this way, they'll add kidnapping to everything else."
"Big fucking deal," Pete shrugged. "As it is, if they catch me I get put away for ninety-nine years. I can't see where adding another fifty years or more is really gonna make much difference."
"Wanna eat?" Bob asked Geralyn.
"She can eat later," Pete told him. "She did for you, now she can do for me. Hey, from the look of your growing cock, it seems like you're all set to romp with her yourself."
"Could be," Bob shrugged.
"Yeah, well let's you and me take her on together."
"Why not!" Bob nodded, becoming his old cocky self again. "How do we divide her up?" "I'll take the mouth for starters," Pete told him.
"I always did like a chick's mouth. From the look of her I'd say she was more than capable of taking on the two of us at the same time."
"I'd say so," Bob said, laughing heartily, his belly shaking.
Geralyn stared at them in horror. They were talking about dividing her up like a piece of meat. It was also obvious that Pete, who had no reason for an inferiority complex, was nasty simply for its own sake. She realized the two men were intent on fucking her, and she also realized the futility of screaming for help or struggling. Not only did she run the risk of Bob slapping her down, but there was always the possibility Pete might take her refusal of him too personally and decide to kill her no matter what Bob had said.
Lord! What the devil was the ,use in resisting! She might just as well let the pair of them have their way with her for as long as she was their captive. If Bob kept his word and she did get out of this alive, she would have a perfect description of the two, and the police artist would have excellent sketches made from what she would tell him.
Pete smiled. He knew there would be no battle. It was obvious Bob had done a good job of softening her up. He was good at that. He didn't like the idea of her being a cop, but as he had pointed out, he was in the position where he'd be hanged for a sheep as well as a lamb. Besides, cop or not, the blonde bitch was good to look at, and if she knew how to move her ass a little, she would be one helluva fuck.
Pete was smiling, and to Geralyn, it definitely wasn't a pleasant smile. He wasted no time taking off his own clothing, revealing a hairy chest and a muscular body. No, there was no reason in the world why Pete would have an inferiority complex. He was one of those men who committed robberies simply because it was a better way to live than to work ... at least as far as he was concerned.
For a short man he had a pretty thick and long cock. Like Bob's it had a red head. It was uncircumcised, as solid and as rampant as that of the fatter man as it pointed in her direction, letting her know where it wanted to go.
Pete stared at the lovely blonde's eyes, and in the room's dim light mistook her expression of loathing for one of wonder as she stared at his flexing body. What really appealed to him was the fact that she was a cop and there was a look of helplessness in her eyes which seemed to say to him that she was willing to go along with anything he wished. Yeah, he figured he was in for one heck of a good time. He had fucked a great many females in his time, and it was his own personal opinion that he had brought a lot of pleasure to all of them.
Pete took the time to look her over as she got to her feet. He had to admit she was one helluva swell-looking broad. If the cops sent more cunt like this after him, he might one day give up without a fight. If the prison guards were anything like this, he'd have gone to prison in the wink of an eye. Sheeittt! She was really something special to look at. His eyes drank in the long, full roundness of her lithe calves and thighs. There was no doubt she was a looker, all right. He didn't get to fuck that many good-looking cunts. She was going to be a treat for him.
Although she knew it would be useless, Geralyn tried making one final plea, naked as she was.
"I'm telling you," she said to the two men. "The other police will never forgive you for violating me. You know you'll never reach prison alive when they catch you."
"If they catch us," Pete smiled.
"They've caught the others who were with you."
"They don't know where we're hiding out," Pete told her.
"Jerry knows," Bob pointed out.
"Jerry was with us most of the way," Pete replied. "Even if the dame's partner caught him, he won't squeal on us."
"Don't the two of you understand, it's not just against the law to violate me. Once the other police find out about it, they won't rest until they find you and cut out your hearts."
"Cut the bullshit!" Pete snapped.
"Please . . ." she pleaded, but her cries fell on unhearing ears.
Pete nakedly walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her, his lips crushing tightly against hers.
"You taste good, baby," he told her as she felt the pressure of his heatedly throbbing penis pressing firmly into the flat softness of her stomach. His tongue was pushing firmly into her mouth, and through Geralyn did her best to struggle, there were two of them. She suddenly found herself surrounded and pressed against by both male bodies, and she felt as if she were under a steam iron about to have the wrinkles pressed out of her.
Pete's thickly probing tongue filled her mouth as the arms of the two men surrounded her so that she felt she was in the grip of a huge amorphous spider. Their arms and legs flowed over her slender form like the strands of a giant web, and the quaking blonde felt even more helpless now than she had felt along with Big Bob.
"Please ..." she whimpered around the tongue still thrust in her mouth. "Please don't . . ."
She was moving between the two men, slowly being edged toward the wooden packing crate, only because it was much broader on top than the cot. The edge of the packing crate caught behind her thighs, and the force of their momentum caused the trio to fall with Geralyn sprawling on her back.
Bob Anson was up and moving around to the other side of the crate, crawling up near her head, pinning her shoulders to the wooden surface with his knees as his groin hovered directly over her lovely face. The scent of her own body, which had rubbed off on his groin, flooded Geralyn's nostrils. She pressed her thighs tightly together, doing her best to hold back Pete's body.
"Ain't gonna work this way," Pete gasped. "Lemmee take the shoulders, and you come over here and jam her cunt with your cock."
"Sure!" Bob nodded.
The two men hurriedly changed places, Bob holding Geralyn down with the palm of his hand pressing into her belly. Pete clambered over her face, but when he tried lowering his balls into her mouth, she showed teeth and he had to pull them back before she bit into them.
"She's a bitch!" he said to Bob.
Bob slid between her thighs, and when she kicked out with her long legs, it gave the heavier man the opportunity for which he had been waiting. He was pressing her inner thighs farther and farther apart, triumphantly sinking his own body between them as they splayed open. His long, fleshy thick penis was throbbing almost viciously with its shuddering point jammed against the crack between her helplessly squirming asscheeks. Now that his shoulders had tugged her thighs father apart, the beautiful blonde was incapable of further resistance.
The battle was over once and for all. Her dazed mind finally accepted the fact that she had lost another fight to Bob Anson. Once again, all that remained was the degradation.
Bob's pelvis continued grinding unendingly against her own lightly fuzzed, upturned pubis, while at the same time Pete began to once again cautiously lower his throbbing cock toward her pretty face. Geralyn turned her face to the side, and as a result felt the tip of Pete's penis trace a stickily wet path against her cheek. At the same time, Bob's throbbing cock was pressing against her perineum, teasing the tantalizing split of her pink vagina, but making no attempt to move up and into the clamlike interior just yet.
Geralyn felt as if she were suffocating when the handsomely perverted Pete wrapped his thighs around her lovely face. His weighty balls were pressing against her cheek as he continued to struggle with her, trying to straighten her face so he would be able to probe between her lips with his penis.
The lovely blonde began bouncing her ass on the wooden crate as she felt the thick penis between her trembling thighs massaging the slit dividing her vaginal labia. The man's rough pubic hairs felt like Brillo massaging her sensitive vaginal labia, all but scratching the delicate membranes. The lust-thickened shaft Bob continued rubbing teasingly against Geralyn's tantalizing vagina, probing, flicking, moving like some kind of giant python playing with a helpless rabbit it intended shortly devouring whole. The only difference was, this time it was the python that wanted to be swallowed up.
Fire was continuing to rapidly build in the shuddering body of the lovely blonde as she fought the two motorcycle bandits. Tantalizing torment building inside her made her want to stop struggling, but she found herself unable to do so.
Her hips were the first to betray the hidden feeling continually boiling up inside her. They began moving in small circles, barely noticeable at first, but anxiously rotating, nonetheless. At that instant, the only real thing to her was the blistering flame flaring deeply, passionately in her passion-taut belly. The raging fires of wanton desire were continuing to lick from between her slender white legs, crying out to be extinguished.
Bob and Pete felt victorious. The lovely blonde was surrendering herself to the two of them, after all. Her loins, which had been tightly wrapped around the heavy hips of Bob Anson in a show of resistance, suddenly fell away. They no longer clung to him like suckers. Her heels hooked behind the man's knees and with a throaty animal groan, she opened her pretty mouth and sucked in the thick length of Pete's heavy penis. His weighty testicles had mashed themselves against her tiny nose as he hovered over her, facing his heavier chum, yet she managed to take in a lot of the meaty wand.
Geralyn realized she was sucking voraciously, all but chewing on the heavy, rubbery length of the throbbing penis. At the same time she ground her heatedly anxious vagina against the solidity of the vibrantly thick organ below, attempting to reach out with her pussy lips and suck it inside. Bob savored her attempts, snickering, and finally decided it was time to stop teasing her.
Reaching down, he guided his anxiously pulsing, aching knob between the tantalizingly unprotected folds of her shudderingly fleshy cuntlips. He was widely grinning, feeling once again that he had triumphed over the policewoman, positive at this point that he, and he alone, was responsible for the complete change taking place in this female. He remembered how she had been that first time; a scared, terrified virgin, reluctant to do anything with a man though more than ready to take a motorcycle saddle between her thighs. Now he had taught her to more than willingly accept what belonged inside her; a good stiff prick-his own stiff prick, to be precise.
Geralyn's softly curling vaginal hairs slowly parted as Big Bob carefully pushed his lasciviously bloated penile head forward into the wet deliciousness of her trembling vagina. The sensitive smoothness of her tantalizing inner membranes was so inundatingly delightful, once her wet labia surrounded his prodding glans, he thrust himself solidly forward, pushing his entire meaty length into the tightness of her seething depths.
Geralyn bucked, as her tight vaginal vulva, forced wide open, surrounding and clung to the thick ramrod continually sliding into her quaking body. Having had Bob's cock shoved into her cunt more than a year earlier, and then having been opened up all the more by the constant fucking of the past few days, she found herself capable of taking Bob's penis again, though it felt even thicker this time than the last time. Her vaginal tissues clung firmly to the thrusting pole the entire time.
Bob slammed forward again, and Geralyn, taking a deep breath through her distended nostrils, sucked strongly on the heavy penis pushing against the back of her throat. She inwardly moaned and gasped, rotating her youthful hips even more quickly. Bob, unable to contain himself at this moment because of the thrillingly tight way her vagina gripped his penis, suddenly pushed hard, shoving every last little bit of cock into the puddling depths of her squeezing pussy. His sperm-bloated testicles thwacked against the roundness of her asscheeks. Then Bob hoisted her legs, lifting them over his shoulders, forcing her thighs back so he was able to sink his cock even deeper into her. All the lovely blonde woman was able to do was gurgle, amazed at how much she actually enjoyed being raped by two men at once. His forcing her thighs back changed the angle of her mouth a little, allowing her to suck even more of Pete's cock inside.
Bob stared down at the way her throat was working, then stared at her heaving belly, and finally looked at the way his dark, curling public hairs were mingling with the rich golden hairs on Geralyn's sparsely covered mount. The base of his solid penis was buried all the way inside her, and he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to push the organ in even deeper.
Not to be outdone by his overweight partner in crime, Pete slammed his hard cock straight down, sinking it that much more deeply into Geralyn's gullet, scrubbing her lower lip and the point of her chin with his pubic brush. His throbbing penis pushed itself into her esophagus, touching nerve-endings in there that titillated and aroused her as never before.
Geralyn writhed helplessly beneath the two men, squirming, writhing, flexing the walls of her taut vagina as it sucked solidly around the throbbing cock of the heavier man. Her cunt was tighter than a glove on a hand to which it had been custom-fitted.
The two moving penises throbbed and pulsated, both of them vibrantly alive inside her shuddering body. The hard, rubbery tip of one pushed past her cervical opening, burying itself in the deepest part of her cunt, while the elastic point of the other crammed itself ever deeper into her clinging gullet. Geralyn suddenly felt as if she were one with the two moving penile organs, and her mouth and lips nursed all the more solidly on the penis within as her vagina continued clinging to the other driving cock.
Bob, now that he had his penis buried so far inside the beautiful blonde, began flexing it, making the head swell, and he was gratified to see the way she responded, her body twitching from side to side. He looked at Pete, who was facing him, and the two men smiled at one another.
"Can you imagine cunt like this becoming a cop?" he said to the slender man.
"What the hell, cop or no cop, we're teaching her what it's all about," Pete smiled. "She's got one helluva mouth on her. Can she ever suck!"
"Yeah!" Bob grunted. "I taught her that, too." He then explained to Pete the circumstances under which he had initially met Geralyn. Pete laughed his head off as he heard how the poor woman was used orally, vaginally, then anally.
"No wonder she's so good at everything she does," Pete finally said. "She oughtta pay you money for teaching her so much."
"I agree," Bob nodded. "Right now, I'll settle for her pussy. I think we're gonna be stuck here awhile, so we'll let her play musical cocks with us, you know, rotating our cocks from one hole to the next one. She has three of them, and I figure we'll make really good use of her before we finally take off and leave her here."
"You're gonna leave her?" Pete asked.
"Come on," Bob told him. "You don't kill a cop, you know that. I sure as hell don't intend taking her with us. Just leave her here, all tied up and tuckered out. By the time she gets free, we'll be long gone."
"Yeah!" Pete nodded.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jerry Sardi, the third cyclist, in the group, a bald, slender man with a brown handlebar mustache, had moved his cycle in and out of parkway traffic for two hours, and then through the streets of Omaha in an attempt to shake the cop behind him. When other cops' sirens were heard coming from other directions, he maneuvered his bike through alleys and almost over walls until he was finally convinced he had lost the cops. Then, and only then, did he head for the abandoned warehouse where he knew Pete and Bob would be if they had gotten away from the other cop. Hell! He wanted his share of loot from this latest robbery, and then it was splitsville as far as he was concerned.
He finally got to the warehouse and took his cycle up the ramp, careful, in the dim light to avoid the oil puddle in the middle of the loading dock floor. Seeing the police motorcycle lying in the corner, as well as the skid marks leading from the oil puddle to the cycle, he wondered if some kind of trap had been set for him. Instinct told him to pull the hell on out of there, but he was curious. He had to find out.
Moving cautiously, because he carried no gun, he walked to the rear of the warehouse and approached the small door in front of him with some trepidation.
"OHHHHHHHH . . . YYYYEEEEAAAA-GGGGHHHHUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" he heard the voice of Big Bob Anson yell, and he knew Bob was not the kind of man to yell under torture. It sounded as if . . .
Opening the door a little, he found a heavy packing case pressed against it. There was just enough room for him to poke his head into the dimly lit room, and what he saw astounded him. His two buddies were fucking some strange blonde. Pete, who was hovering over her mouth, was shooting his white wax down the blonde's throat, and from the way the blonde's throat was working, it was obvious she was swallowing it. Hell! Where had these bastards suddenly latched onto a goody like this?
Pete, unaware of Jerry's being there, continued shooting until he had emptied the last of his seed into Geralyn's mouth. Then he slid off the packing crate and Jerry managed to squeeze in. In so doing, he somehow pushed the packing case a little further away from the door, but he shut the door immediately after entering.
Geralyn was groaning helplessly with Big Bob Anson on top of her, pounding his cock relentlessly into her, and she was unable to keep herself from enjoying all this humiliation. She had climaxed herself when Pete had fired down her gullet, and she was having a series of minor climaxes right now as her cunt was heatedly plundered again and again. Bob was slamming into her with such overwhelming vehemence, her slender body slid a little less than an inch forward each time he slammed into her, and then moved as far back when his hands tugged her back and he backstroked. Her legs were thrust all the way back with her kneecaps over her shoulders. She shuddered as the massive penile head continued plundering her narrow tunnel again and again.
Her tender vagina flared wide open as the clutching, sucking lips of her lightly hair-lined orifice widened even more to gladly receive this delicious rape of her inner self.
Geralyn was no longer a policewoman, at this point. Neither was she a woman in love with the man fucking her. She was a total sexual animal, and there was no use her pretending she didn't enjoy a good penis any longer. She needed sex, needed it badly, needed it almost constantly. From now on she intended taking anything and everything Phil Buono had to offer, and if he wanted to fool around with other women as well, then she would fool around with other men. When there were no men around, there would always be Inga.
From the way Big Bob was pounding into her, she knew it wouldn't be too much longer before he came again. She'd already enjoyed more climaxes with these two monsters than she had imagined she would. Now she was waiting for that all-encompassing orgasm that would really knock her out. Besides, if she were able to keep these men fucking her long enough, she might tire them out to the point where she would somehow or other find her gun and gain the upper hand.
Feeling her own oncoming orgasm drove her wild with thrilled passion. She was reaching around and under her, her fingers beneath her upturned buttocks in an attempt to grab Bob's balls and squeeze them so he would attain his summit that much faster. Then she heard the voice of the strange man.
"I want in on some of this, guys."
"Hey, Jerry," Pete laughed. "You got away from that other dumb cop, eh. We caught ourselves a cop, and look what it turned out to be. The cops have fucked us often enough. It's time for us to get back some of our own."
"Yeah!" Jerry nodded, already pulling off his own heavy woolen jacket and then the rest of his clothing. Soon he was standing there as naked as the other two, and his penis was just as menacing as those of Pete and Bob.
"You'll have to wait until I've finished with her," Bob told him.
"The hell with that," Jerry replied. "Roll her over. I'm going up the ass."
Bob smiled and looked at Pete, who smiled back.
"I've already used her ass once tonight," Bob told Jerry.
"Fine! You've widened her for me. Don't worry. With your cock in the front of her, her ass'll be nice and tight when I fit my prick inside. We're gonna make a cop sandwich."
Shrugging, Bob wrapped his heavy arms tightly around Geralyn's slender body and with a single smooth effort, rolled over so she was now lying on top of him. Her ripely quivering white buttocks were now pointed toward the ceiling as she was forced to her knees by Pete's tugging on her waist.
Geralyn, realizing what they intended doing to her, began frantically struggling in a desperate attempt to free herself from Bob's grip, but the heavy man's arms, wrapped around her upper body, held her firmly, while his thighs pushed her own loins farther open. She continued struggling until she was shocked into immobility by stinging slaps against her buttocks.
"You just hold that goddamned ass still, lady," Jerry insisted.
Geralyn felt his working fingers probing between her asscheeks. He found the little pucker of her rectal opening. Startled, she twisted her head around and saw Jerry had climbed onto the packing crate, and he was now kneeling between Bob's legs, which in turn were between her own legs. He was concentrating on the nakedly inviting cleft between her buttocks.
Once again Geralyn felt filled with shame. No matter how many ways they degraded her, these men always seemed to find yet another way. She squirmed as she felt his forefinger dig into the tightness of her asshole. At this point she was certain she had not only lost her job forever, but had lost Phil as well. He wouldn't want anything to do with her after something like this, assuming they found her while she was still alive. Somehow, in some way, she was still determined to revenge herself on Bob Anson for being the cause of so much misery for her.
She jumped, feeling his outstretched finger pressing against her tightly puckered anal opening. The instant his finger drove into her, she realized how much tighter her rectal channel was because of Bob's cock in her cunt. A penis pushed into her rectum at this moment would tear membranes inside her.
"NO!" she screamed at them. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
"Honey, you just shut your pretty little face," Bob snapped at her, a broad smile only intensifying her hate for him.
There was sexual hunger scrawled all over Jerry's face. He was looking forward to this, and it terrified the lovely woman that much more. Before these men were through with her, they would tear her inside out.
Bob gripped her lithe form at the hips, his fingers digging into the cheeks of her rounded ass as he began to solidly yank her up and down, until, despite the terror and the anguish she was feeling, she was almost delirious with rapture because of the ecstatic feelings she was enjoying caused by the throbbing penis fucking in and out of her tightly squirming tunnel.
"Stop worrying," Bob whispered to her. "You're a lot more elastic than you think. Once Jerry widens that tight asshole of yours, the two of us are gonna fuck you together and you'll love it."
Geralyn gasped, wanting to protest, tears filling her eyes as she realized the completely vile and totally unnatural act the two men were planning to perpetrate on her shuddering body. All this, just because she hadn't had the brains to radio her position to central HQ and let them know where the cyclists had been holed up. She was certain this was one thing she would never survive. Simple sodomy was one thing, but to be ass-fucked while a penis was in her vagina was a completely different story. She knew the police would learn what these men had done to her, and even if word never got out to anyone else, she would never again be able to face anyone at the station. Whatever Bob had done to her before had been tame compared to what he was forcing on her now. These men were all sick, degenerate fiends, all possessing strong tendencies toward sadism.
The beautiful young blonde did her best to squirm her rounded asscheeks away from Jerry, but she found it to be a useless attempt. Bob continued mercilessly skewering her, driving his cock into her cunt again and again, while Jerry continued thrusting his finger in and out of her asshole. When he was certain she had been widened, he added a second finger to the first. Geralyn clamped her lips tightly shut. She decided not to give the three men in the room the satisfaction of hearing her beg and cry any longer.
Pete had gotten dressed, and he was now sprawled on the cot across the room, enjoying the sight of all this. His own orgasm had been so intense, there was no chance of his developing another erection too quickly. Hell! He wasn't one of those hot-shot guys who was able to pop load after load. Maybe Bob was capable of something like that, but not he. His own climax had been strong enough to satisfy him for the present, and he was happy to simply watch. Hell!! A guy was entitled to the right amount of rest between orgasms, though he had to admit this lady cop had one swell body on her, and he did love fucking it.
Grinning excitedly, wildly aroused at the prospect of fucking this lady cop in the ass, even though Bob had been there first and was now plumbing her vaginal depths as well, Jerry dug his finger in a little deeper. He rotated it, along with the second finger in the tightly puckered little opening as the woman's slender but voluptuous body was continually propelled up and down the tubular length of Bob Anson's throbbing cock. At this point, Geralyn was almost totally oblivious of the finger continually digging into her rectum as she concentrated on the thickness of the pulsating cock powering its way in and out of her widely stretched vagina.
Little by little she found herself relaxing against her will, once more starting to move her hips down to meet the powerful thrusts of the upward-driving hot penis as it continued to thunder into the tight depths of her seething vagina. She had to admit, much as she detested Bob, he did arouse her with his thick pike, using it to full advantage, making her feel everything, creating the sensation it was considerably longer and thicker than it really was.
By now, the two fingers of Jerry in her rectum actually started feeling pleasant. Then he unexpectedly tried pushing a third finger into her ass, forcing it to join the other two. This time it hurt. Geralyn tried jerking away from the anguish his fingers were causing.
The lovely woman's heart sank as she felt the man's fingers probing all the more deeply while Bob's strong arms held her down. Abruptly, without warning, the three fingers suddenly pulled themselves from the seething interior of the woman's rectum. Bob's hands gripped her all the more tightly now, and then she felt herself being lifted off the penis in her trembling vagina. Damn! Damn! Damn! She had been close to that monumental orgasm!
Behind her, Jerry gripped the rounded cheeks of her ass, moving his body closer to hers, allowing his bellicating wand of flesh to move closer and closer to the tiny star of her puckered anus. He began rubbing the head of his throbbing penis in the wet slush of her trembling vagina, then, gripping the excitedly pulsating organ, he lifted it and began guiding it until it touched the prunelike crinkle of her narrow anal opening.
Geralyn trembled, more fearful than ever of what was going to happen to her. She knew there was no way on earth she was going to be able to take the thick penis of Jerry Sardi in her rectum while Bob's pulsating organ remained lodged in her tight pussy. She was going to feel untold agony. Desperately she wriggled, doing her best to get away from the hold the two men had on her, but their hands held her securely in place. She felt Jerry's smooth loins behind her as his heatedly hard penis slowly moved up and down inside the narrow crevice of her ceilingward buttocks. Then the woman became aware of the direct pressure against the sensitive bud of her anal opening. The pressure was almost soft in the beginning, then it mounted, growing to relentless hardness . . . and then there was pain.
Her loud scream pierced the breathless silence of the room as she abruptly felt the tightly resisting nether ring that was her sphincter suddenly give way. She was unable to keep him out. The powerful penis rammed sharply forward, and the driving of the thick cock swelled the pressured walls of her rectum. In a blistering javelinlike thrust of pure torment, the lust-filled penile pole stabbed just inside her sphincter with a wicked "plop!" The agonizing pain of the violently perverted action continued uncontrollably vibrating through every nerve-ending in her shudderingly tender body. She began crying out, incoherently babbling for mercy, but the man behind her continued pressuring into her with his stonelike length of hard flesh, sinking deeper, rubbing against the fearful puckering flesh inside her wide-stretched rectal tunnel, sending waves of tormenting anguish before it.
Geralyn moaned with shuddering pain as the penis sank deeper and deeper into the tightness of her trembling body. It pushed until she felt the stiffly curling hairs of the man's flat pelvis scrubbing abrasively against her ultra-sensitively soft asscheeks. The thickly heated penis inside her, twitched and jerked, aroused as it was at being shoved into the shuddering depths of her narrow rectum until the head actually penetrated her colon. It was buried right to the hairy hilt.
Without waiting, the man with the handlebar mustache began moving his pulsating cock in and out of the tightness of her rectum, and Bob, who had tugged his own penis from the seething depths of her cunt for only a moment before shoving it inside to keep her rectum narrow, wrapped his hands firmly around Geralyn's waist again. He shoved the full length of his prodding shaft all the way into her narrow vagina, sinking the organ into her to the base. Geralyn moaned in despair, reeling as if she would be torn apart with the fullness of both cocks rammed all the way into her.
The penis in her rectum felt thicker than the one in her vagina because her back tunnel was so much narrower. Even now she was able to sense the way the two probing organs were rubbing against one another with only a thin membrane in her body to separate the two channels. Geralyn tried wriggling madly, hoping to somehow or other free herself from the fastenings of the dual penises, but even as she moved, the pain in her ass slowly dissipated again, as she somehow had sensed it would. Agony gave way to rapture, and pleasure began once again mounting in her helpless body.
She began slowly responding to the dual impalement, moving her thighs back and forth, up and down, feeling one penis move in as the other moved out. Exquisite pleasures, the like of which she had never before known, suddenly blistered their way through her ultra-sensitive body as she found herself buffeted back and forth between the two men.
Geralyn's entire inner being was becoming an uncontrolled mass of wanton inner lust as she insanely found herself undulating her body with totally uncontrolled abandon. The lovely blonde policewoman was completely lost in the newly overpowering thrills she was feeling as she continued to wildly rotate her loins, joyously skewering herself on the twin shafts continually fucking so wonderfully into her trembling body. She squeezed with both, her vaginal and rectal muscles, giving the two men an equal sense of pleasure.
Now she felt a throbbingly wonderful, flaringly volcanic sensation mounting ever higher in her shuddering body, and that was when she realized she was going to climax vaginally and anally at the same time.. The most fantastic sensation in the world was about to completely overtake her.
"GHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH! UUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH! HHHHAAANNN-HHHHH!" she groaned as numbing thrills mounted ever higher, building to greater plateaus in her quivering body.
"Lookit that gal go," Pete shouted, sitting up on the cot across the room, watching the action all the more intently, now. "God! Imagine something this good becoming a cop. Sheeittt! If I had something like this around me, I'd probably settle down and get me an honest job, somewhere."
Geralyn's shuddering body violently trembled and shook, moving like a puppet on a string as she felt her climax starting to swell within her, realizing it was mounting, growing, enlarging, higher, higher, higher . . . and then, she was there.
The two men continued wildly fucking into her as she churned and shuddered and shook with her orgasm. When it seemed she was finally coming down from her summit, new thrills built, and she knew the climax was going to happen all over again.
Lying back on the packing crate, Bob Anson was unable to do a damn thing other than stare at the beautiful young blonde as he felt her tight vaginal muscles continue clutching the throbbing thickness of his pulsating penis. He watched as a second orgasm tore through the lovely policewoman. She seemed to be out of her mind with a series of orgasms, one building on the other until she had a whole pyramid of them.
Jerry was startled by the realization that he was making a woman come with a cock in her ass. He had never seen any woman climax this way before, and he was amazed it was happening.
Sheeittt! She was one beautiful broad. Of this much there was no doubt. If they were going to be shacked up in this warehouse for awhile, he was going to use her until every hole in her body was bleeding from the friction. This was one special chick, all right, even if she was a cop. He had never seen a woman so able to climax. Even if she hated him and the other two guys she was incapable of keeping herself from responding to what they were doing to her. One didn't meet chicks like this one, every day. In fact, he had never known a woman before who was like this.
Again and again the two men continued slamming into Geralyn's quivering body, and the sight was so arousing to Pete that he suddenly realized he was growing another erection-something he was normally unable to do for at least three or four hours. Once again he dropped his pants and he hurried over to the packing crate on which the other three lay, waving his penis near Geralyn's cheek. She automatically turned her head and once again engulfed it, sucking as if she intended drawing his very soul through his penis. The slender man jammed his cock into her mouth in perfect rhythm to the other two moving organs.
Geralyn's mind was spinning out of control. She had no idea what was happening any longer, but her ears did pick up the low animal growls coming from Jerry Sardi, behind her. That cock of his driving through her rear tunnel now felt so thoroughly delightful. She sensed the swelling penis enlarge and expand all over again as it jammed itself into her large intestine repeatedly. She was also aware of Bob's penis thickening and she knew the two men fucking into her lower holes were all set to climax. Pete, who had already shown how fast he was able to achieve satisfaction, in spite of having climaxed once, was all set to go again. Geralyn compressed every muscle in her shuddering body that much more tightly while compressing her buttocks and hollowing her oral cheeks.
"AAAANNNNGGGGHHHHH . . . YYYEE-EEAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH . . . HHHHUU-UUNNNNGGGGHHHH . . . MYYYYYY . . . GODDDDUHHHHHH . . . GGGGHHHH-AAAGGHHH!" Jerry began yelling, and he began spurting a river of white seminal fluid into her tight depths, flushing her colon with it. This triggered another violently spasming orgasm in the center of Geralyn's body. It was so overpowering, she found herself pitching forward with her mouth tugging on Pete's throbbing cock, and her sucking seemed to literally draw what little seed left inside him right out of him.
Now it was Bob's turn. He grunted, coughed, then bellowed, very loudly, "UUUUGGGG-HHHHFFFFAAAAWWWWWPHHHHH . . . HHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH . . .GGGGHHH-UUUURRRRGGGGHHHH . . . UUUURRRR-NNNNGGGGHHHHAAGGHH!" Whatever was left in his balls suddenly salvoed into the tightness of the beautiful blonde's vagina.
That was when the door was violently kicked, knocking the three exhausted people from on top of the packing case. Phil Buono came into the room with his gun drawn, and when Bob tried to get up, he whacked the fat man on the head with his gun barrel.
"Get dressed, hurry!" he said to Geralyn.
"He's hidden my gun," she told him, pointing at the semi-conscious Bob. The look in Phil's eyes frightened her more than anything the two men had done to her.
"The gun!" he said to Bob.
The fat man knew better than to argue. He said, "Under the packing crate." Then he fell back to the floor.
"Where are the others?" Geralyn asked.
"They're on their way," Phil told her. "I radioed just before coming in here. I noticed your bike was all smashed up in the corner. I figured your own radio was broken, which is why you didn't call for assistance. You must've fallen outside once, too, which is what broke the radio. Right?"
"Right!" Geralyn nodded, hurriedly dressing. She lifted the packing crate, found her gun, then had the naked men hurriedly dress, after which the trio were all handcuffed to each other while they waited for the paddy wagon to arrive.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"So you both got commendations," Inga said, as she, Geralyn, and Phil sat down to dinner.
"Yes," Phil nodded. "Geralyn was especially commended for taking on two of the men. Needless to say, none of them said a word about what happened in the warehouse."
Geralyn had told Inga all about the triple rape.
"Dat is good," Inga nodded.
"What I'm worried about is the possibility that you might hate me and not want anything more to do with me after seeing what they did to me," Geralyn said to Phil.
"Seeing you like that made me realize all the more how much I really do want you," Phil told her. "I know I originally said we should take things slowly, but from now on, if it's all right with you, I'd like to speed things up a little. I think we should move to one apartment, a larger apartment."
"Only if Inga comes along," Geralyn insisted.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Phil said, smiling. "After all, Inga is like family."
"Only until I find a man of my own," Inga insisted.
"Of course," Geralyn nodded.
She didn't know what the future held for the three of them, but she did know she was loved, loved by the only two people in the world who mattered. She also knew she would go on being a cop ... at least until she became pregnant . . . and with the gleam in Phil's eyes, she guessed that wouldn't be too far in the future.
Meanwhile, they toasted one another by candlelight - the flame coming from the candle she had kept in her saddlebag as it burned away forever.
