Sergeant David Montrose avoided looking directly at his partner's profiled breasts, forcing his quick glance higher, at the proud dainty chin and the sybaritic lips. His strong jaw tightened as he swung his suddenly cold eyes back to the Gold Street traffic, concentrating on license plates in an effort to avoid the comparison that had flashed across his brain and down to his sweaty crotch.
"Why the chill?" Shirley Bascomb demanded, tucking a wisp of blonde hair under the band of the precisely angled cap. "Did I do something wrong?"
Sergeant Montrose gave an unintelligible grunt, his large competent hands tightening on the wheel of the Impala. The sound substituted for the mental imprecation he aimed at the slowly hardening cylinder of his long thick cock.
It wasn't reasonable to compare Violet to the efficient, self-possessed woman who sat beside him. But it was increasingly impossible not to do so. The confines of the patrol car created an atmosphere of intimacy almost as powerful as that of his own bedroom.
"Come on, Dave," Shirley insisted, shifting her hips on the seat. "What's bugging you?"
"It's a personal matter," the handsome man answered, injecting a softness he did not feel into his deep voice. He wheeled the Impala to the curb before a modest apartment building, keeping his face averted as Shirley swung her slender legs toward the opening door, the tight blue skirt crawling upward over the enticing curves of her perfect thighs.
She stood for a moment beside the car, hand resting lightly on the polished handle of the open door. Her tone was sincere as she asked, "Is there anything I can do?"
He shook his head, finally giving her his eyes in a strained smile. "Thanks, kid. But no. See you tomorrow."
Patrolwoman Shirley Bascomb watched the Impala dive into the early morning traffic and one delicate brow lowered in a quizzical frown. Then, adjusting the strap of her heavy shoulder bag, she marched into the marble foyer, hips shifting voluptuously beneath the dark blue skirt.
She had taken more than her share of good-natured ribbing from the other members of the force over her inability to keep her buttocks from giving a provocative wiggle when she walked. Some of the other female recruits discovered a similar problem. But none of the others had hips and waist to match Shirley's. In fact, as Sergeant Montrose had observed in his terse fashion, Shirley B as comb's body was not standard equipment.
She was twenty-five and tall enough to carry the weight that would have made most women appear plump. On Shirley's five-nine frame, the pounds became dips and swells that even the most conservatively cut uniform could not disguise.
"Morning, Officer Bascomb." The elevator operator, an ancient whose reliability was on a par with that of the metal cage, greeted her with rheumy-eyed admiration. "Catch any bad guys last night?"
It was an accepted ritual, for which Shirley had to prepare a different answer each morning. In spite of her preoccupation, she was ready for him. Stepping into the insecurity of the elevator, she said, "I caught one bad woman. Want me to bring her around?"
The old man cackled his appreciation and Shirley found her own mood lightened by the familiar exchange. She would hate to see the man go when the apartment installed the long-promised automatic elevators later in the year. He was an anachronism, an incongruity that evoked a nostalgic acceptance of his presence. To Shirley, his dusty uniform and archaic expressions were reminiscent of another apartment and another elevator that carried a precocious youngster up and down in the mock dignity of early puberty.
She fitted her key in the door marked 317 and entered the comfortable, but undeniably feminine living room, flashing a warm smile at the dapperly dressed man who stood holding two martinis in his manicured hands.
"Hello, darling," she murmured, tossing her shoulder bag onto the couch and extending her arms as she walked toward him.
Chuck Newman stepped backward with a slight frown, extending the drinks as if to ward her off. "Don't bruise the threads," he exclaimed in a rich baritone. "We're taping a session with the mayor at ten o'clock."
She lifted her lips, holding her tongue in check as his mouth touched hers. His lotion and cologne flared her nostrils as she accepted the proffered glass.
Sipping the martini, which she didn't want, Shirley-watched him perch carefully on the edge of the couch, checking the creases of his immaculate trousers.
"Tell the mayor Patrolwoman Bascomb said... " She thrust her tongue forward between relaxed lips with an obscene sound.
His face, well known to the area's television viewers, responded with a faint smile. "When are you going to give up that silly title and that stupid uniform?" he asked flatly. "We've been engaged for damn near a year, and you still haven't given me a definite date."
Shirley loosened the buttons on her blouse, fluttering her lashes suggestively. "I've given you everything else," she answered teasingly. "We probably screw more now than we will after we're married."
His lips twitched in amused appreciation, but his tone was still firm as he said, "I've told you repeatedly, Shirley, I don't intend to marry a cop."
She suppressed her sudden anger, keeping her own voice level as she said, "In other words, it's all right to fuck one, so long as you don't marry her."
"Goddamn it," he exclaimed, thumping his empty glass down on the coffee table and rising to his feet. "I didn't mean it that way, and you know it!" His face shifted expressions and his voice became almost pleading.
"Let's not fight, sweetheart. I didn't come by for that."
She undid her tie and unbuttoned the front of her shirt, feeling his eyes on the firm mounds that strained against the big bra. The nipples began stiffening, and a pleasant warmth invaded her thighs and belly, its heat centering in the moist crease of her plump labia.
"What did you come by for, Chuck?" she asked teasingly.
"As if you didn't know," he grinned, nodding toward the door of her single bedroom. "Want to catch a quick shower? I'll get undressed." He was already moving toward the door.
Shirley finished the martini in one quick gulp, shuddering as the liquid added its fire to the heat in her loins. She picked up her bag and went into the bathroom.
Naked, her body glowing and pink from the caress of the thick towel, she emerged to walk barefoot to the bedroom door, pausing to stare boldly at Chuck's handsome body on the carefully turned-down bed, her gaze centering on the swollen column that thrust upward from the juncture of his hairy thighs.
She moved toward him, conscious of his approving eyes on her full breasts, lush hips, and golden-haired mound. Her nipples hardened almost painfully with desire, and she felt the juices bubble inside her vagina.
He turned as she lay down beside him, ramming his prick against the slight swell of her belly, and crushing his open mouth against hers. Her tongue drove between his lips and she wriggled closer, sliding her tits against the wiry hair of his powerful chest.
She offered no resistance when he rolled her onto her back, mounting her and waiting until her fingers gripped his cock to guide it into the snug-fitting lips of her pussy. With one easy movement of his hips, he slid the shaft into her receptive sheath and began a steady pistoning of the clenching channel.
Shirley's legs wound about his waist, levering her wiggling ass up to insure the deepest possible penetration of that hot hardness, squeezing her vaginal muscles about it as it frictioned in and out with gathering speed.
She came with a hoarse cry of pleasure as his cock leaped and spurted deep inside her belly, and she ground her sensitive labial mound tightly against his bucking pelvic arch as the shudders of ecstasy wrenched at her juicy cunt.
He forced her arms and legs to release him, extracting his tool with a little sigh of finality and climbing to his feet. He looked down at her wet crotch.
"You'll have to take another shower after I leave," he observed, padding naked from the room.
She heard the soft whisper of the shower and his hurried movements as he returned to dress. But she kept her eyes closed and her thighs clamped tightly to hold the seminal flood he had released inside her.
He bent over the bed, careful to touch only her cheek with his kiss. "I'll call you tonight," he said. She nodded, not speaking, waiting until the door had closed to signal his departure. Then she rolled onto her belly, hugging the pillow tightly against her aching breasts, her hips moving angrily as the hunger in her pussy became intolerable.
"Shit!" she cried, muffling the expletive by burying her contorted face in the pillow as she hunched her empty cunt against the impotent tangle of sheets. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
She had done exactly what, as a girl, she swore she would never do. She had drifted into a routine existence, only the eight hours of patrol duty preventing her entire life from becoming utterly predictable.
Even promiscuity, hateful as she considered it, would be preferable to the monotony of her present arrangement. She had hoped that the engagement and her eventual marriage to Chuck would supply the missing ingredient in her life. But her tentative doubts were fast becoming convictions that the wedding would only worsen an already intolerable situation.
There had been only two men in her life before she welcomed Chuck Newman into her bed and between her legs. One of them hardly counted, except as a reminder that she had once been a virgin. He was only sixteen when he performed the simple, but miraculous operation that catapulted her from innocence to womanhood at the age of fourteen.
Shirley recalled only that she had been grateful for the release. But, although she had welcomed the early maturity his seduction effected, she had never exercised it, contenting herself with observation rather than participation.
Not until she met Travis Dowling did she permit another male organ to invade her delightfully tight pussy. She was nineteen then, and Travis was an enthusiastic twenty-two, just embarking on what he insisted was a lifetime career as a police officer.
They had, as she admitted only to herself, tried to fuck themselves to death during the six short months of their torrid romance. What neither of them knew they discovered in the bedroom, the car, or a shadowed doorway.
She had held nothing back, nor had she failed to take with equal passion. The six months stood as a reminder that the present monotony was not the only possible answer. It served also as a warning that men could be as unpredictable as women. Travis had unexpectedly announced a transfer to the West Coast, and failed to include any suggestion that she accompany him.
At least, she comforted herself, Chuck Newman offered some measure of security. If his quick, inexpert lovemaking left something to be desired, she would tolerate it In other words, she thought, just before sleep claimed her, a quick fuck is better than no fuck at all.
As Patrolwoman Shirley Bascomb slept, across town, in the small, heavily financed bungalow he shared with his wife of six years, her partner, Sergeant David Montrose, watched Violet tug her filmy gown up and over the dark brown hair.
Violet was a beautiful woman, Dave mused, lying naked on the bed, his fingers moving idly along the eight-inch prick that arched upward from the base of his slabbed belly, its thick root planted in a mass of black curls that spread wildly over the muscular thighs and reached to his navel with one hairy branch.
"Let me look at you for a minute," he said, moving his hand lower to lift the weighty sac with its peach-sized globes.
"Don't you see enough skin?" she demanded impatiently, tossing the gown across the foot of the bed and running her fingers through her chestnut waves. Her nipples, Dave noted, were in retreat. Only rarely had he been able to bring them to the swollen strut of high passion. He ignored her question.
"Doesn't your darling Shirley give you a peek at her precious little snatch?" his wife said mockingly. "No wonder the crime rate is up. They put some damned floozie in the car with a real cop, and he spends all his time sniffing at her tail."
"Cut it out, Vi," he said wearily. "Shirley's carrying her weight."
"From the looks of those tits, she's not able to carry much else!" Violet snorted. She stood beside the bed, as if undecided whether to lie down. She scratched one tawny thigh, near the flare of her right hip. Dave's eyes watched the movement, his gaze taking in the lush jungle of her cuntal mound.
"I wonder how the other wives feel," she went on, "having their men work up a real hard feeling around on those damned whores, then coming home to pump it off in them."
"Goddamn it!" Dave growled, sitting up in the bed and glaring at her with angry eyes. "I got this fucking bone when we were kissing after breakfast. I got it because I wanted to go to bed with you."
She glared back, her lips ugly with a sneer. "Go to bed with me and pretend you're screwing your darling Shirley!" she hissed. "The only time you get excited is after you've played around with her all night!"
"What the hell do you expect?" he roared. "I work my shift and come home. When am I supposed to get it up?"
She gave a sigh of resignation, lowering herself to the bed and spreading her legs. "Go ahead," she muttered. "It's my duty to let you work it off. Let's get it over with."
He looked down at her pointed breasts, and the pink slit of her cunt that peeped through the dark curls. She stared back, afraid for a moment that she had gone too far. He had never struck her. But she was never certain that he wouldn't, if the provocation was sufficiently great.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned, rolling atop her and mashing his chest against the warm resiliency of her breasts. "Even when you're bitchy, you're beautiful!"
His mouth clamped wetly over her unresponsive lips, and he fumbled with his engorged prick, aiming it for the hot core of her splayed pussy, jamming the head into the yielding slit.
Violet grunted as the cock spread her labial ring into a tight-fitting circle, forcing its huge knob into the vaginal entrance, its thick shaft boring through the pliant corridor until the leathery sac plastered its big globes against her perineum. She rested her hands on his broad shoulders, not caressing, but reminding him that she had no better use for them.
Dave made a little moaning sound as he screwed his prick into her with a grinding motion of his pelvis that rubbed the buried head about in the hot moist folds and frictioned the base in the cuntal sphincter. Violet gave an impatient movement of her hips.
"For god's sake! Get on with it! You're mashing the breath out of me!" Her tone was one of breathless disgust.
His ass began rising and falling, driving his throbbing cock in and out of the hot embrace of her snug pussy. The channel was not as juicy as he would have liked it to be. But it was slick enough to permit the thick prong to slide through with just the right tension.
He fucked her slowly, ignoring her aggravated sighs and refusal to respond. If she wanted him to come more quickly, she could trigger him by merely working that streamlined ass a little.
She had done that before their marriage, he remembered. He had marched to the altar firmly convinced that he was getting the hottest piece of tail in the city. She was twenty-one years old, and eminently capable of turning the most demanding of his wet dreams into a juicy reality.
Then, secure in her belief that he held his marriage vows more sacred than his physical needs, she had withdrawn all but a basic compliance, letting him screw her, but refusing to permit the liberties he had enjoyed prior to their marriage.
"Don't take all day, Dave!" she exclaimed when he plunged his cock into her and held it for a longer than usual time, his lips nibbling on her smooth shoulder. "My god! You'd think you were seventy-one instead of thirty-one! Did Shirley take so much out of you that you can't get it off?"
He placed both palms on her firm tits, pushing his torso upward while his pelvis remained firmly seated against hers. The movement made his prick edge deeper, and Violet swallowed an involuntary grunt. He stared down at her face.
"You know, Vi," he said in a surprisingly gentle tone. "It's little digs like that that make me stick around. They let me know you're still capable of jealousy. I keep hoping you'll remember the fun we used to have."
"Fun?" she blurted, her mouth twisting. "You think it's fun having some slob sweat all over you and try to ram his cock all the way up to your ovaries? All I remember is your trying to get me to suck the nasty thing!"
He shook his head. "You did suck it," he reminded her. "Not because I made you do it, but because you said you wanted us to try everything in the book."
"Yes," she rattled on, ignoring the contradiction, "and you made me take it up the ass! I was sore for a goddamned week!"
"Yeah," he sighed. "So sore you begged me to do it again two nights later."
"That's a damned lie!" she exclaimed in a shrill voice. Her knees came up on either side, her heels digging into the bed. She gripped his arms, trying to lift his palms from her breasts, and her ass writhed in an effort to dislodge his hilted prick. "I've had enough, Dave! Get off of me!" She snarled up into his face, eyes blazing her hatred, however temporary.
His six-four, two hundred ten pounds held her easily, and his cock jerked with the convulsive caress by her wriggling cunt. He began stroking again, his desire re-aroused by her angry struggle. His hips flashed with powerful hunches, hammering her ass down onto the bed until she finally relaxed with an angry snort.
"You're gonna take it, Vi!" he grunted through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna fuck you, whether you like it or not!" His belly was pounding hers with a steady rhythm, the big prick thrusting deep and hard. "And I'm gonna come, damn it! You can lie there like a goddamned log. I just don't give a shit anymore! I just want to get my nuts off and go to sleep! It'll be a cold day in hell when I shag your ass the next time!"
Violet did not answer him. Some new quality in his tone warned her that her best defense was surrender.
She softened her body under his and felt the thrusting become a frantic jabbing. Then, as he buried his face against her shoulder, his prick shuddered inside her pussy, and his hot come splashed deep in the unresponsive channel.
She lay quietly after he rolled off and turned onto his side, has back to her. She felt his warm sperm begin seeping thickly from the tingling lips of her pussy, and she tightened her thighs against the loss.
"Did you really mean that, Dave?" she asked, her voice oddly gentle. "About not screwing me again?"
Sergeant Dave Montrose inhaled slowly, working his head deeper into the soft pillow. "I meant it, Vi," he said without emotion. "It's not worth it. I'm not going to fight for a piece of ass from my own wife. If I get too hard up, I'll beat my fist."
Violet sat up, swinging herself off the bed to stand glaring down at his broad back. "Go fuck that big-tit-tied blonde!" she exclaimed. "Maybe your darling Shirley will suck it for you! See if I give a shit!"
He pulled the sheet up about his ears, as if isolating himself from her strident voice. His voice reached her in a faint mumble, but it carried a note of finality that made her tiptoe quietly from the room.
"Goodnight, Vi, or good morning, whichever the hell it is."
CHAPTER TWO
Across the street from the Montrose home, parked in the shadows of a spreading elm, a gray van with fading paint and draped windows had sat motionless for more than an hour. Inside, staring through the sun-dappled windshield, three pairs of eyes studied the small bungalow.
The young man behind the wheel dragged deeply from a cigarette and flipped the butt through the open window, rubbing his smooth jaw with lean fingers. The blonde teenager beside him shifted the gum in her mouth and dug into the worn bag in her lap, having to lean slightly forward to peer past the huge tits that swelled the low-cut dress, spilling their creamy mounds over the cloth in a jiggling bid for freedom.
"You want another stick, Professor?" she queried in a nasal whine. The movement of the bag slid her dress higher about lush thighs. She ignored it.
Jacob Garland was his name, he liked to boast, and fucking was his game. It wasn't exactly true, for he had found time to acquire an extensive education in his twenty-three years, superior, according to the tests to which he had submitted, to that he might have gained had he remained in the respectable university his parents had chosen.
But even his parents' considerable influence was inadequate when he was caught with three unbelievably young girls in his room. The unbelievable part was reported by the dean of men when he described in graphic detail precisely what the girls were doing. The outcome was Jacob's immediate expulsion and an equally immediate notoriety that provided him with more young pussy than he could possibly satisfy.
The eager youngsters had polished his ego with the title of Professor, and he had retained it for the three years he had spent exploring the gray areas of the law and the jet black portion of morality.
Jake (he hated the name Jacob, explaining that "I feel like I'm expected to start climbing a fucking ladder") Garland was a handsome man, foregoing the beard and unbarbered locks while adopting the nonexistent ethics of his moral peers.
Jet black hair, carefully parted, strong jaw and Roman nose complemented a wide sensual mouth with full lips and perfect teeth. He was, as Queenie, the blonde who rummaged for another joint of grass, asserted, one handsome bastard.
Against the other door, his lean face bored, but his eyes sharp and constantly moving, Jabber Long twisted a lock of his long yellow hair in slender fingers, his lips pursing and relaxing in harmony with some hidden thought.
Queenie found the hand-rolled cylinder and held it up with a delighted giggle. Jake turned from his observation of the Montrose house and arched one brow. His voice was deceptively soft.
"Queenie, sometimes you are a fucking drag! If I want a stick, I'll tell you. Jesus! The only time you show any damned intelligence is when you're on your back."
Jabber reached over and slid his hand up and down the inside of her right thigh, his fingers kneading the firm flesh. The blonde made a little mewling sound and scooted farther down in the seat, angling her thighs and lifting the bag to give him plenty of room.
"Hey, Professor!" the youth exclaimed. "When we gonna get back to the pad? I've got a hard-on that's just achin' to crawl in Queenie's twat."
"You've got a hard that'd crawl in anybody's twat," Jake grunted, watching the fingers lift the hem of the dress and wiggle into the thick blonde curls of the girl's plump-lipped cunt. "If you're really desperate, she can blow you right here."
Queenie pushed her lower lip out with a petulant frown. "You know I don't like to suck nobody but you, Professor," she whined. Then she grunted as Jabber's finger slipped inside her pussy and began moving about, stirring the moisture he found just within the puffy lips. "Oh, shit! That's good!"
Jake gave a humorless chuckle and reached down to switch the motor to life, easing the lever into position and setting the van in motion. His eyes glittered with a strange excitement as he swung the vehicle in behind a passing car.
"You two have just given me one hell of an idea," he murmured.
"Huh?" Jabber said, leaning forward so he could insert two fingers into the blonde's mushy vagina. "What did we do?"
"It's what you're going to do," Jake answered. "It's what we're all going to do. Oh, sweet Jesus! Why didn't I think of this before? It's perfect!"
Queenie stopped hunching long enough to look quickly from one to the other. "What's he talkin' about?" Without waiting for an answer, she went back to her pelvic grinding, staring down in fascination at Jabber's wet fingers.
"Yeah," Jabber echoed, his hand working now without any real interest, strumming the girl's cunt in the same way he might have drummed his fingertips on a tabletop. "What the fuck are you talkin' about? I thought we was gonna rough up that dick that lives back there."
"Ah," Jake sighed. "But this is so much more interesting. Any small-minded individual can figure out a way to do that. Hell! Montrose has been on the force for six years. He's had his lumps before. We could beat him to a pulp and it wouldn't change anything. We've got to hit him where it really hurts."
"In the balls?" Jabber said with a grin.
Jake laughed with genuine appreciation. "Not the way you mean, Jabber," he said, still chuckling as he swung the van into a side street and began to slow its progress. "But very definitely in the balls. I'll tell you all about it inside. I want Fats to hear this too."
"You'll probably have to pull his head out of Myrtle's snatch to get him to listen," Jabber observed. He grinned at the thought. "Wonder if that's what makes him so fuckin' fat. All that pussy!"
Jake brought the wheel about with a deft twist, braking before an ugly building whose windows were boarded and which seemed, like the rest of the structures on either side of the narrow street, almost ready to collapse under its own weight.
"For the record," Jake said mildly, "pussy is non-fattening. So, for that matter, is cock. It does contain a high concentration of protein." He nodded at the huge roll-type door of the building. "Are you going to open that?" he demanded. "Or shall I simply drive through it?"
Jabber jerked his fingers from Queenie's slit with a speed which left her hunching the empty air. "Sorry, Professor!" he exclaimed, scrambling out of the van to race past the door to a smaller one, disappearing inside the building.
A moment later, the door creaked slowly upward and Jake eased the van into the huge interior, waiting until Jabber rolled the door down again before climbing out. He watched Queenie slide from the seat, flaunting her golden pubic thatch as her dress hiked up with the movement. She saw his stare and gave him an inviting smile.
"You ain't gonna make me go down on Jabber, are you, honey?"
Jake raised his eyes and she shivered when she saw the coldness in their glittering depths. "You'll do whatever I tell you to do, bitch," he said in a tight tone. "If I line up fifty baboons and tell you to suck their goddamned cocks, that's exactly what you'll do."
"Sure, Professor! Sure!" She clutched the bag against her huge breasts as if trying to hide behind it. "I'd do it! Sure!"
The coldness disappeared from his eyes and his generous mouth twisted in a grin. "I know you would, kid." His tone was gentle. But Queenie waited for still another shifting of his inexplicable mood, her big tits heaving under the tight dress.
"Go tell Fats to get his ass into the office," he instructed. "You and Myrtle catch a quick shower and wait for me in my bedroom."
Her face brightened. "Are we gonna play games, Professor?" she asked in the babyish whine. "Just the three of us?"
A muscle twitched in his jaw and he took a single step toward her, hooking his fingers in the neck of her dress where it dipped between the big breasts. Savagely, before she could move, he ripped it downward, knocking the bag from her hands and spilling its contents across the concrete floor.
Her tits tumbled out of the torn fabric like two overripe melons, their long thick nipples quivering with the sudden release. Jake's forefinger curled and he trapped the right one between the curl and his broad thumb, squeezing and twisting.
Queenie gave a frightened yelp, her body twisting as she tried to lessen the pain of his harsh pressure. Her legs bent, lowering her to a kneeling position on the rough floor. Her hands flew toward the source of her torment, but remained poised inches away from his continued pressure. A stream of saliva dribbled from her open mouth.
"That's just a sample, fuckhead!" Jake snarled, releasing her tit and watching her frantic massage of the aching nipple. "The next time, it'll be your goddamned clitoris!"
Stifling a sob, the girl gathered up the spilled contents of the bag, her breasts swaying heavily as she crouched on the concrete, scrambling awkwardly to her feet and hurrying across the floor toward a distant door.
Crossing the huge enclosure, Jake opened the door of a glass-lined enclosure, entering a dusty cubical with a battered desk and a collection of scarred chairs left by the former occupants of the building. On the wall behind the desk, a calendar, six years old, displayed a well-proportioned female bearing an uncanny resemblance to Queenie. Some unskilled hand had drawn a huge cock, its dripping head ready to enter the golden muff of the unsuspecting blonde.
He had barely enough time to settle himself behind the desk when the door opened again to admit an angry Jabber. Behind him, still fumbling with the zipper of his dirty trousers, a giant of a man lumbered through the opening and closed the door.
Frank Devlin, dubbed Fats by someone with a penchant for inappropriateness, drew one hairy forearm across his sweat-beaded brow, flashing a smile at Jake. The smile was evidenced only in the large dark eyes, for his face was covered by a thick brown beard without design or regularity. His hair, wiry and unkempt, fell past his shoulders in utter confusion. Standing at six-feet-eight, Fats carried his two hundred and ninety pounds with ease. Only a trace of bulge marked the area that had earned him the nickname.
"That goddamned Queenie stopped me," Jabber exclaimed, "just when Myrtle was about to go down on me!"
"You can get your rocks off later," Jake said tolerantly. "I told Queenie to get both of you in here."
"Huh," Jabber said, dropping onto a chair. "That's different!"
Fats eased his huge frame onto a corner of the desk, looking past Jake's shoulder at the calendar. "Man! Would I love to lick that!"
"Let's talk," Jake said, placing his hands on the desk for emphasis. "There's been a change in plans."
Fats scratched his nose with one huge finger."I thought we were gonna work that cop over. The one you've been tailin' for the past few days."
Jabber nodded agreement. "You said we was gonna make the fuzz sit up and take notice of us."
Jake raised his hands, palms out. "I know what I said. I also said there had been a change in plans. I'm interested in influence. Shit! We won't accomplish anything by creaming one lousy cop!"
Fats held out his own giant hands, fingers curled. "So," he rumbled, "we break three or four. You point 'em out, Prof! I'll crunch their friggin' balls!" His fingers squeezed.
"Damn it!" Jake said forcefully. "I want to put pressure on them. But I don't want to do it just for the hell of it. I figure, if we can get this Sergeant Montrose in our pocket, we can write our own ticket."
Jabber gave him a blank look. "How do we do all that?"
Jake leaned back in the chair, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at the nude. "Like that," he said cryptically.
"Huh?" Jabber said blankly, staring at the girl. "You mean we fuck him?"
Fats gave a choked gasp of laughter. "Shit a monkey! I'd love to see that Jabber humpin' a fuckin' cop!"
Jake sighed, wagging his head with exaggerated patience. "Not him, you assholes! Haven't you seen that blonde dish he rides with? My god! She's table grade. I'm talking about both of them."
"We waste 'em both!" Fats rumbled eagerly.
Jake laced his fingers together over his chest. "How many individuals have you wasted, Fats?" he asked calmly, holding the big man's gaze with a cold glare.
"I... Well... None! But I'd do it in a minute, if you said the word, Professor!" He scratched his beard nervously.
"There'll be no wasting, gentlemen," Jake said in a flat voice. "We hate the fuzz. Right?"
Two heads nodded puzzled agreement.
"We want to get something to hold over Sergeant Montrose's head, so we won't have to worry about being busted. Right?"
Again the nods.
"Have you two apes seen the chick I'm talking about?"
"I'd like to see her out of that friggin' uniform," Jabber said, bobbing his head in assent.
"I'd like to cram my prick down her throat!" Fats moaned, clutching his balls and rolling his head. "Damn right I've seen her." He gestured. "Boobs out to here!"
Jake inclined his head in agreement, his eyes glittering. "I propose that we do any goddamn thing we want to to that bitch! Til give her to you for a full day."
Their mouths opened and closed, surprise clamping their tongues. Then Fats exclaimed, "You mean we can do anything we want to?"
"Except actually harm her," Jake nodded. "I want both of them to know who we are. When we're through with them, we can shit in the mayor's face and walk off. All it takes is a little pull with the fuzz."
Jabber said, "I'd give my right ball to shove it in that broad. But how's that gonna open any doors for us? If we're gonna rape her, we might as well waste her."
"Don't be crude, Jabber," Jake argued. "Haven't you ever heard of blackmail?"
"Yeah. But cops don't make enough bread to pay blackmail."
"Not money, stupid. Cooperation. That's what we want from them. Cooperation."
"That ain't what I want from that blonde," Fats murmured. "I want her to suck my cock right down to the goddamn balls!"
"That's the beauty of this scheme," Jake reminded him. "You get to ball her, and I get what I want."
Jabber asked, "Ain't you gonna cut her, Professor? Jesus! You ain't gonna pass up a gash like that!"
"What do you think?" Jake said in a suggestive tone. Fats shook with laughter.
"The Professor's gonna make that dumb broad squeal like a pig!"
"That broad is a pig!" Jake growled. "And we're going to fuck her like a pig. I want her to have cock-Juice running out of her goddamn ears! Anything dirty you've ever wanted to do to a female cop, I want you to do it to her. Understand? The dirtier it is, the better I'll like it. Just don't do any real physical harm. You can bend her mind without putting a mark on her."
"I just want to put my cock down her fuckin' throat!" Fats grunted. "Jesus! Imagine it! We're gonna fuck the fuzz!"
"What's gonna stop them from bustin' us when it's over?" Jabber suddenly demanded. "They're gonna be sore as hell!"
Fats chuckled, "Her tonsils are gonna be sore!"
Jake called for silence. "I'm going to take photographs of everything," he explained. "And record the sounds. How do you think she'll like the idea of having those pictures spread all over town?"
"Yeah," Jabber nodded. "But what about the guy? What's gonna stop him from blowin' the whistle on us?"
"Queenie and Myrtle," Jake answered calmly. "While we're working the dame over, the girls will be giving the sergeant a twelve-hour fuck!"
"And we take pictures of that too?" Jabber grinned. "I'll hand it to you, Professor. When you get an idea, it's a doozie!"
"There's more," Jake smiled. "After we're through, we make them do things to each other. Those are the photographs we really want. You can imagine the sergeant's wife looking at a picture of the blonde swallowing her husband's cock."
"This calls for a celebration, Professor," Jabber exclaimed. "Christ! I'm gettin' a bone just thinkin' about it!"
Jake reached into his pocket and drew out a roll of bills, peeling off two fifties and handing them to the excited youth. "You and Fats go pick up the booze," he said. Then he shook his finger warningly. "And keep your goddamn noses clean! No capers until this is over. Understand?"
They both bobbed their heads, exchanging obscene comments as they hurried out to the van. Jake watched them until the vehicle had backed out and Fats had rolled the big door down. Then he rose and walked unhurriedly from the office, across the deserted warehouse floor to a pair of dusty stairs.
The building was to be razed within the year. But Jake had managed to obtain a lease before the court orders had gone through, and his occupancy was valid for another four months. By that time, he would find exactly what he wanted.
He climbed the stairs to the hallway and the rooms he had converted from offices into reasonably comfortable bedrooms, opening the door of the first one and standing, feet wide apart, in the entrance, staring at the two girls.
Queenie sat in a recliner, one leg tossed over the arm, her dress rolled up over the blonde fur of her cunt, the pink slit gleaming wetly in the light of the powerful floor lamp.
Myrtle, the other girl, was just turning from the mirror of the big dresser, and Jake concentrated on her, observing the way her dress molded the slender hips and narrow waist, then seemed to swell under the pressure of her high tight ass. Her tits were small, poking eraser-sized nipples against the thin fabric, making her appear even younger than her admitted sixteen years.
She was a beautiful girl, Jake mused, exuding a quiet passion that seemed always on the verge of an erotic explosion. Soft black hair framed an oval face with soft eyes, pouting wet lips, and a pert nose that flattened slightly whenever the delicate nostrils flared in excitement.
Jake knew exactly what it took to excite her. He had made that happy discovery the first time he had screwed her. She had made all the right moves, working her tight little ass up to receive the formidable length of his thick cock, and she had milked him with vaginal undulations when he shot his wad. But she did not reach a climax.
Only when he had rolled off and pushed her face down to his crotch did she really come alive, proving a long-held contention Jake had formed in junior high school. A man can make any woman climb the wall if he just pushes the right button.
In Myrtle's case, the button was her mouth, provided that the pushing finger was a hard dick. She loved to give head, experiencing repeated orgasms as she siphoned the jism from a throbbing joint. Twisting a phrase, Jabber had once amused Jake with an apt description. "Let her blow you, and she'll follow you anywhere."
"Get your clothes off, girls," he said in a toneless voice. "I'm in the mood for a special."
Queenie, as if remembering his quick anger, began peeling her dress up over her blonde hair before she got her leg down from the arm of the recliner. She stood up, tossing the dress onto the chair and shaking her hair back from her baby face, her big tits jiggling their huge nipples.
Moving more slowly, Myrtle followed suit, baring the lush black fur of her young cunt and the small cherries of her nubile breasts. She licked her lips, making them wetter still.
Naked, the two girls stood waiting as he stepped into the room and closed the door, already beginning to unbutton his shirt. They watched, hot-eyed, as he bared his handsome body, finally stepping out of his slacks and revealing the magnificent phallus that thrust its improbable length up and out above his huge balls.
"Jesus!" Queenie murmured. "I'll never get used to that big beauty!"
Myrtle gave a little sigh of agreement, her eyes narrowing in hunger. "What do we do, Professor?" she asked in a sultry drawl.
Jake nodded almost casually at the bed. "Lie down, Queenie, on your back, and scoot down in the bed."
The blonde hastened to obey, her tits bouncing as she climbed onto the king-sized bed and stretched her voluptuous body into position. Her breasts rolled to either side, leaving a deep valley between their creamy mounds.
To Myrtle, Jake said, "Squat over her face, kid. Spread your knees out so I can see that cunt!"
Myrtle climbed onto the bed, starting to straddle Queenie with her face toward the foot of the bed. Jake grunted, making a circling gesture with his hand, and she turned about, easing her leg to the other side of the blonde's head, her cunt parting its plump lips directly above the girl's upturned face.
"Lower your pussy onto her mouth, Myrtle." Jake instructed the younger girl. "Then lean forward. Just keep your ass in position."
Myrtle gave him an anxious glance, but her hips descended obediently, her body jerking as she felt Queenie's tongue slide up into the tight sleeve of her vagina.
"Queenie," Jake said, raising his voice slightly as he noted that Myrtle's soft thighs were pressed close against the blonde's ears. "I want to hear a hell of a lot of noise. Understand? Get her cunt juicy, and slurp when you suck it. Get it?"
There was a muffled grunt of assent from between Myrtle's legs, followed by a wet sucking sound as she began drawing the girl's slippery juices from the wet channel.
"I'll tell both of you what else you are to do as we go along," Jake said, moving forward to throw himself astride Queenie's naked waist, ignoring her inviting muff, and fitting his thick cock between her lush breasts. He reached down and pulled the blonde's hands up, pressing them against the big tits.
Queenie gurgled her understanding, and the breasts moved inward, yielding against his hard shaft and meeting again atop its long cylinder. It wasn't the first time she had been screwed between those big melons, and she knew exactly how much pressure to apply to give his prick a snug nest.
Jake rocked back and forth, gently and with short strokes, his cock barely moving through the enveloping warmth. The huge knob extended well beyond the uppermost curve of Queenie's tits, its rounded tip aimed precisely at Myrtle's tiny anus, separated by about two inches of space, a distance he intended to reduce to zero when he was ready.
Queenie was enjoying her role. Her tongue dipped deep into Myrtle's tasty snatch, flailing the sensitive walls and urging the tart vaginal juice from its secret fountain. Her lips, parted wide to surround the labial entrance, sucked noisily, drawing air and liquid into her greedy mouth.
The cock felt good between her tits. Hard, hot and throbbing with a restless beat as it slid back and forth in the warm trap, increasing the length of the stroking so slowly she was unable to determine the change.
Then, with a suddenness that made her whole body convulse, she screamed, the sound muffled by Myrtle's wet pussy, and her sharp exhalation blowing hotly into the shivering tunnel of pulsating tissue. Jake had clamped fingers and thumbs about both her nipples, just as he had done before. Now, as he continued to slide his prick between the two plump mounds, he was pinching and twisting until she could hardly bear the sensation.
It was no longer pain. Alone, the hateful pressure had been intolerable. But her mouth was tingling with Myrtle's cream, and she was beginning to work up a genuine interest in the feel of that cock-massage between her tits. Mixed together with the other sensations, the pain was a delightful burning that she no longer sought to avoid. Her cry became a gurgle of increased pleasure, and her hips pumped the empty air, the puffy labia fluttering in the silken nest.
Myrtle's cunt was responding to Queenie's tongue with a flow of slippery juices, filling the girl's sucking mouth and muffling the sound of her excited cries. Although the dark-haired lovely much preferred to have a male organ stuffing her lips and spearing her throat, she could reach a climax with a warm tongue probing her tight pussy. Not far from that first velvet explosion, she began working her pelvis to rub the soft lips over Queenie's tugging mouth.
Suddenly, her hips froze and her whole body stiffened. Jake had increased the length of his strokes through the valley of Queenie's tits, and the head of his huge prick was bumping lightly against Myrtle's tiny asshole. With a clarity that was both frightening and admittedly exciting, she realized what he was going to do.
Jake continued squeezing and twisting Queenie's nipples after his prick reached its goal, for the lower portion of his shaft was still enjoying the snug fit of the warm mounds, and his heavy balls were riding into the cleft with each stroke.
He pressed harder against the warm circle, and Myrtle's body moved forward in involuntary retreat. He released Queenie's breasts and grabbed the other girl's hips with angry fingers.
"Hold that goddamn ass still!" he grated, ramming his pelvis forward until his cock ached with the forceful pressure. His hands spread the plump buttocks wider, thumbs digging into the tender flesh adjacent to her resisting anus, pulling and urging.
He stifled a curse and scrambled back over Queenie's writhing body, down to where he could part her golden pubic thatch with his huge prong, jamming the head into her slippery cunt and driving through the mushy channel until his balls were pressed tightly against her jiggling ass. Then, his hips began circling, grinding the head deep inside her cunt, working it around and around in the juicy folds. Queenie's legs jerked wildly and she tried to pump her snatch up and down on the thick spear.
Jake grinned as he felt her vagina shudder and begin a rhythmic squeezing. The girl was coming, seeking a massage of her exploding pussy as the ecstasy roared through her belly. Instead of stroking in and out, he held her down with his full weight on her bucking crotch, permitting only the internal tremors to continue. He wanted the juice of her climax to lubricate his hilted cock. Otherwise, he would have yanked it out, watching her futile hunching as she reached for him.
He felt the hot wetness lave his glans, and he pulled his prick out, still crouching between her trembling legs to slide two fingers into the dripping snatch and wiggle them about. Then, ignoring the inviting upward shove of her hairy cleft, he crawled up over her belly and lowered his ass onto her heaving tits, deliberately squirming until his balls were comfortable.
Slowly, but with calm determination, Jake pushed the tip of his forefinger into Myrtle's anus, twisting it and driving inward past the second knuckle. The girl grunted at the abrupt violation, but she held her bottom almost motionless while the finger turned and rubbed the tight entryway, forcing the pliant walls to loosen until the finger could slide freely.
Myrtle sighed as the digit was removed from her puckered anus. Then, she gasped as it returned, twice as thick, forcing an entrance and massaging the tender flesh until she almost screamed at the intolerable pressure.
Queenie was still licking away at her splayed pussy. But Myrtle's attention was centered on those thrusting probing fingers, wanting them to leave, yet knowing that their replacement would be even thicker and incredibly longer.
The fingers slipped out with one final twist at the very entrance. Then, as the huge prick was jammed harshly against the tiny entrance, she was unable to choke back a hoarse cry. It felt as though her asshole was being pushed inside, along with that improbable hardness, stretching and expanding her anus and forcing its way through her clenching sphincter with relentless savagery.
Jake knew he was hurting the girl. Although she had probably done everything else, he was reasonably certain she had never been screwed in the ass. Even if she had, he grinned to himself, it was unlikely that the tool had been anywhere near as large as the cock that was already halfway to the balls in her convulsing chute. He knew also that she could take it. Her gut would stretch. The tightness made it that much better. All he had to do was close his eyes, and it was easy to imagine that she was much younger. An innocent lovely whose hot belly he was filling for the first time.
He closed his eyes, tightened his fingers, and rammed it home.
CHAPTER THREE
Sergeant David Montrose backed the Impala onto the street, ignoring the angry blast of a horn and the squealing tires of a startled Ford sedan. Darting angry eyes at the glowing windows of the bungalow, he shifted gears and roared off into the darkness.
Violet was becoming impossible. She was beautiful. She was, when she wanted to be, an excellent housekeeper and talented cook. That was the rub, he thought grimly, swinging the car into the parking lot of the police station. When she wanted to be, his wife was the best lay he had ever had. Even when she just lay there, she had one of the hottest cunts he had ever enjoyed. It wouldn't be easy to ignore that furry slit. But he had meant it when he said he was through. The next move was up to her.
He slammed into the locker room, answering the scattered greetings with a detached air, buckling on his holster and checking the thirty-eight before sliding it into the leather nest.
Outside the briefing room, talking with a willowy redhead in matching uniform, Shirley Bascomb gave him a warm smile and waved aside his apology.
"I waited until I was pretty sure something had come up," she said. "Then I called a cab. It was no trouble."
Dave waited until the redhead was out of earshot before explaining, "It was part of that problem I hinted at yesterday. I didn't want to mention it then, because I thought I could work it out. It's Vi. She's becoming impossible."
"Vi?" Shirley echoed, a little frown creasing her forehead. "Impossible? She seems like such a sweet person."
"You don't have to live with her," Dave said harshly. Then he waved his hand. "I didn't mean that. Damn it! I love her. But we just can't get along." He glanced into the briefing room and adjusted his badge. "She knows I pick you up each day. Today, she deliberately stalled me so I'd be late."
"Maybe she just wasn't thinking," Shirley suggested.
"She knew," Dave countered. "Hell! She even accused me of making out with you."
"But," Shirley protested, "you've never even made a pass at me." She made a wry face. "In fact, I've wondered why you haven't. Maybe I'm losing my sex appeal."
He ran his eyes up and down her lush body, lingering on the thrusting breasts. He shook his head. "Anything you've lost, you didn't need. If I were, a single man, you'd be fighting me off eight hours a day."
Her long lashes flicked up and down and she gave him a seductive smile. "What makes you think I'd be fighting?"
Without waiting for an answer, she led the way into the big room, joining the uniformed officers at the long tables facing the small stand and blackboard.
During the next ten minutes, both she and Dave were busy taking notes and filing away the data supplied by a paunchy lieutenant with a raspy voice.
It was not until they were settled in the patrol car that Dave brought up the subject again, clearing his throat before saying, "Don't get uptight, Shirley, over what I said. I guess I shouldn't have told you about Vi."
"I'm glad you did," Shirley answered. "It helps me understand you a little better. I was about ready to believe you never had any problems."
His face creased. "You name 'em, kid," he chuckled. "I've got 'em. I just don't wear them on my arm like some guys. By the way, how are you and Chuck making out?"
Shirley made her tits rise and fall in what was meant for a shrug. "Chuck still has a low opinion of the force. In his eyes, a police officer ranks just a little below a pregnant ant."
"Pretty-boy might change his tune," Dave grunted, "if he ever gets mixed up with those bastards he's always defending on his newscasts. I like the guy, personally. But some of his editorials make me puke!"
Dave had just eased the car around a corner when the radio brought his foot down on the gas and he flipped the light and siren into life with a deft motion. The terse message informed the pair that a physical assault was still in progress at the liquor store only a block away.
"Don't hesitate to use that pea-shooter!" Dave growled. "Some of these punks would just as soon rip your guts out as look at you!"
He was out of the car almost before it stopped moving, hand on the butt of his revolver as he plunged through the door of the small store, his eyes sweeping the interior. Shirley was only a few steps behind him.
Bottle-filled shelves lined both sides of the store, and a low counter ran across the back with more shelves behind it. A middle-aged man was on his knees in front of the counter, blood oozing from a small cut on his left cheek. In front of the man, a slender blond-haired youth held a pistol pointed menacingly at the man's head.
A huge man leaned over the counter, his body almost obscuring the figure of the girl beneath him. All Dave could see were her slender legs sticking out on each side of the man's pumping hips.
"Drop that gun!" Dave roared, moving forward toward the blond youth. "Police officers!" His own gun was in his fist, its muzzle trained on the boy's lean waist.
Closer now, he could see the girl on the counter, her dress pushed up about her waist, and her crotch writhing helplessly as the big man plunged his thick cock in and out of her furry slit.
Shirley, fumbling in her shoulder bag for her weapon, stared at the scene in disbelief. The man was still hunching, even as he glared over his shoulder at Dave's gun.
It was impossible that anyone could continue to do that under the circumstances. But the bearded giant was slamming his enormous prick in and out of the girl's pussy just as though they didn't exist. The girl, a dark-haired and pretty creature who appeared to be about nineteen or twenty, was not screaming, only grunting each time the monster cock drove up into her helpless snatch.
"You filthy son of a bitch!" Dave roared, flinging himself forward and raising the gun like a blackjack.
The bearded man reached out with one massive arm, swatting Dave aside like a pesky fly. The motion tugged his cock from the girl's body, and Shirley gasped as she saw the size of the glistening shaft, rearing from his open fly in impossible length and thickness.
Before she could move, the man had swung a giant fist to Dave's jaw, sending him back and down, his eyes rolling upward before the lids closed.
Her own fingers gripped her revolver and she started to lift it. She felt the blond youth's fist close tightly about her wrist, and the muzzle of his ugly gun jammed low against her belly, just above the sensitive mound of her cunt "Bring your hand out empty, bitch!" Jabber grunted. "Or you'll be the only dame in town with two pussies!"
"Hang onto her, Jabber!" Fats growled, giving Dave's sprawled body a tentative kick. "Let me finish up!"
The girl on the counter had not moved, except to spread her legs a little wider when the big man pulled away. Shirley could see the expanded lips of her pussy, reddened from the frictioning of the big cock and wet from the juices pulled from deep inside her young body.
"She ain't goin' nowhere," the blond youth grinned, shifting the muzzle lower, using it to trace the vertical cleft of Shirley's snatch. She gasped at the contact but managed to hold her hips motionless as the hardness moved up and down in an obscene caress.
The bearded man turned back to the girl on the counter, settling his hips between her thighs and feeding his enormous prick into her pussy with a grunt of satisfaction, slipping his hands beneath her bottom and pulling her toward him until their bodies met, beginning a steady hunching that moved the girl's slender figure back and forth with its violence. Shirley could hear the wet squishing of the big prick, and to her surprise, she felt a responsive tingling in the soft mound where the gun still rubbed with a pressure just short of pain.
On the floor, the middle-aged man spoke for the first time, his voice laced with anger and fear. "That's my daughter!"
Jabber gave a short humorless chuckle. "Daughter, my ass! How comes she was blowin' you when we walked in?" He turned his eyes back to Shirley's face, his tone almost conversational.
"We come in to pick up a few bottles," he explained, "and she was down on her knees behind the counter, chewin' on his dong like it was candy. That's how come Fats got warmed up. When he gets a bone, there ain't no way of stoppin' him."
The big man was grunting now, slamming his hips against the girl's crotch with furious hunches. He tightened his grip on her ass cheeks and picked her up until only her head and shoulders remained on the counter. Her legs beat the air as he jabbed his huge cock deep and hard.
"Take it, bitch!" he grunted. "Make that pussy suck for me!"
The girl gave a strangled cry as the man's hips jerked in orgasmic rhythm. But Shirley was certain the cry was one of pleasure rather than pain.
The man hauled his spent prick from her body and dumped her onto the counter, stuffing his dripping phallus back into his fly. He turned to pick up a large paper bag from the counter, ignoring the naked body only inches away. It seemed naked, to Shirley's helpless gaze. The dress was hiked almost to the lower curve of her big tits, displaying tanned flesh and thick pubic hair, and the red slit from which a thick white cream now trickled to slide down over her winking anus.
"Let's go, Jabber," the big man said, his eyes drifting over Shirley's big breasts. "The Professor'!! give us hell over this."
"How's he gonna know?" the blond youth demanded. He shifted the gun with amazing speed and yanked Shirley's skirt up, running his hand between her thighs and cupping his palm over the soft mound of her pussy. "Goddamn, Fats!" he exclaimed. "You ought to feel this cunt! I'll bet you could suck a gallon of jism out of this crack!"
The heavy beard parted to reveal a pair of thick red lips. "I can wait," the man murmured. "Come on! take her gun and let's blow!"
As the blond lad appropriated her revolver, the giant bent with surprising agility and retrieved Dave's gun, jamming it beneath his belt. He walked back to Shirley and leaned so close his lips were almost touching hers.
"See you at the party, Miss Fuzz," he growled. "I'm gonna eat your cunt out like a juicy watermelon!"
The blond youth giggled. "You gonna muff her before or after I fuck her, Fats?"
The big man grinned, rolling his eyes. "Shit, man! Either way. You fuck her, it'll just make her that much juicier!"
As soon as the pair had gone, Shirley dropped to her knees over the unconscious Dave, happy to find his pulse strong and only a faint discoloration on his jaw. The middle-aged man struggled to his feet and brought her a wet cloth which she applied to Dave's face, gently, discovering a strange emotion as she traced his cheek and forehead. Before it could be identified, she pushed it aside.
Dave's eyes fluttered, opened, rolled, then settled on her hovering face. He winced as she touched his jaw, and he tried to sit up. She pushed him back.
"They're gone, Dave," she assured him. "I'm all right. There's nothing anyone can do at the moment. Just take it easy."
His eyes closed and his lips worked. "What about the girl?"
Shirley glanced about to make sure the middle-aged man couldn't hear her. Both he and the girl had disappeared into a back room.
"It seems we walked into something more than an assault," she said. "The girl is passing herself off as the man's daughter, and she may be. But she was giving him head when the two men came in. The big one climbed her, but it wasn't rape."
"How do you know?"
"I saw and heard it, Dave. I don't know what she'll say happened. But she was cooperating like crazy."
Dave sat up, working his jaw and rubbing his hand gingerly along the slight swelling. "I was a goddamn fool!" he muttered. "A first-month rookie wouldn't have done what I did."
"You thought with your heart, Dave, instead of your head."
"I'll let you in on a little rule I learned when I first became a cop," he said. "If you think with your heart instead of your head, you lose your ass." He grinned. "Pardon the language."
She smiled, helping him to his feet. "After what I've just seen and heard, that's pretty mild."
Dave patted his empty holster. "I suppose they took our guns." He sighed when she nodded. "We're gonna have one hell of a job explaining this."
"I feel terrible," Shirley admitted. "I should have been able to back you up. Instead, I stood there like a damned idiot and let that kid disarm me."
"We were both idiots," he reminded her. "Come on, let's check on the man and the girl."
"Look, officers," the man argued, when they found him in the back with the girl. "I can't afford any trouble. Betty's only fifteen, and her parents would put me away if they found out she's been living with me like this. Why can't we just forget about it?"
Dave looked at the girl who sat on the edge of a rumpled bed. Aside from a slight flush on her admittedly pretty face, she showed no visible effects of the past few minutes. "How about it, miss? Will you press charges against those two?"
She shook her head. "You heard what daddy said. It'd just cause trouble. We don't want that."
Shirley plucked at Dave's sleeve, drawing him out of the room to where she could whisper, "It would get us off the hook, Dave. Nobody else answered the call, and these people around here don't talk about what they see happen. Why don't we just report it as a scuffle and let it go?"
"I don't like it," he grumbled. "But it would be a lot less messy. We can swing by one of the pawn shops and pick up a couple of guns."
She nodded. "Right. Then, later, we can report ours stolen from home or the car. That'll take care of the registration."
"I wonder who turned in the call," Dave mused as they left the store.
"Whoever did," Shirley answered, "must have kept going. I didn't see anyone outside all the time we were in there."
In the car, Dave checked his jaw in the mirror and frowned. "Officially," he growled, "this never happened. But I want a second round with that big bastard. This time, I'll use my head."
"They shouldn't be difficult to locate," Shirley said. "I picked up three names. The big one is called Fats. The blond's name is Jabber, and they said something about a professor."
"Nicknames," Dave grunted. "But they might help. I'll check R and I when we go in."
He picked up the mike and rattled off a quick report of a family squabble with no need for further investigation. The speaker chattered a confirmation and he heaved a sigh of relief. He set the patrol car in motion.
"What happened after Fats slugged me?" he demanded.
Shirley hesitated. She could have given an accurate report under different conditions. But the intimacy of the car made the words come out only with great difficulty. She forced her way through, avoiding any mention of the gun that had caressed her crotch.
"This Fats," Dave murmured, halting the car in front of a grimy shop. "You kept using the words big and huge. How big was it?"
She held up her hand, making a semi-circle of thumb and forefinger, but keeping their tips far apart. Then, as Dave gave a soundless whistle, she made a measurement in the air.
"That's a goddamn foot!" he exclaimed. "Nobody's built like that!"
She frowned. "I saw it, Dave," she said forcefully. "It was at least ten inches. But it looked more like a foot."
"But, my god!" he argued. "That would tear a woman up!"
She shook her head, giving him a tight smile. "You may not believe this, but that girl was loving everything he was doing to her."
"Jesus!" he murmured, climbing out of the car and joining her on the sidewalk to enter the small shop. "A foot long!"
As Sergeant David Montrose and Patrolwoman Shirley Bascomb examined the guns displayed by the anxious proprietor, Jacob Garland, otherwise known as Professor, tired of pumping his formidable cock in Myrtle's admittedly delightful tail.
It had been fine at the start, for her asshole was tight, and each stroke made her jerk and cry out with the near-pain of his deep thrust. But the intestinal sleeve had relaxed as he continued his slow fucking, and her cries subsided. Now, it was merely a routine screw. The excitement was gone.
"I'm going to have Fats ream you, bitch!" he muttered, angry because he could think of no way to make the action more interesting. "Wait till he shoves that damned sausage up your butt!"
The threat sent an involuntary clenching through Myrtle's intestine that squeezed Jake's cock with a hundred hot rings of slippery muscles. Rocking his buttocks on Queenie's tits, he rammed in and out with furious shoves, jarring the girl's body with the hard thrusts that carried his prick ball-deep in her helpless ass.
Beneath the girl's crotch, Queenie tried to maintain her oral contact with Myrtle's pussy. But the savage hammering rocked the kneeling body, and Queenie settled for holding her tongue stiffened against the juicy labia, letting the pliant furrow slide back and forth over its vibrating tip.
Jake was in the short rows, jabbing deep and fast as his pleasure mounted, stabbing through his dancing balls and opening the floodgates for his roiling sperm. Grunting hoarsely, he reamed the dark-haired girl until he felt the ecstatic release of his surging load.
With a savage shove of his hands, he pushed Myrtle forward, her movement tugging the impaled anus up his shaft and releasing the heart-shaped knob just as his come spilled from the slitted tip. The white cream splattered over Queenie's startled face, spraying her nose and forehead before Jake could adjust the angle of his jerking cock. The second spurt coated her upper lip, and she tried to lift her head to claim the jetting prick.
Her mouth was open, the red full lips shaping themselves for the head of Jake's cock, seeking to draw it into her mouth where she could drink the hot sperm that had already splashed its ropy cream on her flushed skin.
Jake's fingers grabbed her blonde hair, slamming her head down onto the bed, holding her in place as he arched over her, his prick pointed into her oral entrance, but not touching the eager tongue that strained to reach the purple head.
The white cream spilled against her bared teeth, one spurt hurtling between tongue and palate to make her gag as it filled her gulping throat. As her mouth closed in helpless reflex, Jake rammed the cock against the wet lips, smearing another volley of thick liquid over chin and cheeks, his hips whipping from side to side to drag the knob of his shaft across her contorted features.
With the last feeble trickle spilling from the reddened eye of his cock, he sank back onto her tits, making her grunt as his weight flattened the big mounds. Deliberately, he pulled the strands of hair around and rubbed them through the white puddles on her face.
"Turn around, Myrtle," he groaned to the other girl, still kneeling at the head of the bed, her back to him. "You've got a cleanup job."
He waited until Myrtle had turned to stare down at Queenie's come-streaked face. He wiggled his prick impatiently and she bent over it, making an oval of her soft lips and fitting her mouth about the cream-coated glans, the warm tongue licking with avid caresses.
"You like it this way," Jake grunted, ramming his hips forward to shove his cock back into the girl's cooperative mouth. "Don't you, you cock-sucking whore?"
He cupped his hands about her head and pushed her face down, driving the head of his prick into her gulping throat and holding her in place until she began struggling for breath, her impalement blocking the air passage with its throbbing bulk. He eased the pressure to let her lips slide up about the thick shaft, slowly, waiting until she brought the tongue into play again before yanking his tool free.
"Lick Queenie's face," he ordered. "You like come so fucking much, lap it up like a fucking dog!"
The girl obeyed, using her tongue like a wet sponge to gather up the puddles of sticky semen, drawing it into her mouth and swallowing with little whimpers of perverted pleasure. When she reached the blonde's mouth, Queenie's own tongue flicked out to meet her, and the two girls exchanged a wet kiss, lips sucking noisily as each tried to claim the taste of Jake's tart semen.
Jake worked his hips downward over the blonde's naked body, fitting them between her sprawled legs. He slid his cock into the mushy grip of her juicy cunt, adjusting his torso so he could observe the continued play of Myrtle's tongue over Queenie's face. Then, with a soft groan of satisfaction, he began fucking the slippery jaws of her responsive pussy.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Now, let's go over it again," Jake said impatiently. The whiskey he had consumed seemed to have had no effect on him. He paced up and down, waving the half-empty glass to emphasize his instructions. Fats and Queenie sat on the side of Jake's rumpled bed. Jabber sprawled in an easy chair, and Myrtle sat, legs tucked beneath her bottom, at his feet. They all held glasses, tinkling the ice cubes as they tilted them. Queenie was becoming a little giddy, and the other three were showing signs of an approaching "high."
"Sergeant Montrose takes the blonde chick to her apartment every morning," Jake explained. "That's where we take them. As soon as she gets out of the car, Fats and Jabber grab her."
"I'll grab her right by the fuckin' clit!" Jabber giggled, cupping his crotch and hunching his pelvis suggestively. Myrtle grinned broadly and covered his hand with hers.
"There'll be no shit!" Jake growled. "Don't forget, we're snatching a couple of pigs. If we fuck it up, we'll have the whole goddamn police force after our asses!"
"Fuck the whole goddamn force!" Fats rumbled, dropping one hand on Queenie's thigh and sliding his fingers to shove her dress up until he could tease the blonde curls of her crotch. The girl let her knees spread farther apart and she licked her lips in unabashed eagerness.
"Let's settle for fucking just two of them," Jake said, pausing to watch Fats insert a pudgy finger in Queenie's pink slit. It had been only an hour since he deposited a load of come in that greedy snatch, so he was reasonably certain Fats was encountering a portion of the hardy sperm cells. The thought was an intriguing one, sufficient to send a tremor of excitement through his own flaccid prick.
"When you two grab the girl," he continued, taking three steps and halting astride Myrtle's exposed knees, "I'll take the sergeant. He'll be reacting to what you're doing, so I won't have any trouble." He looked down at Myrtle's upturned face and slowly unzipped his fly, drawing out his slightly engorged cock. Myrtle stared at it with hungry eyes, her lips parting to reveal the flickering tip of her wet tongue. Jake skinned his prick back and squeezed, drawing the satin skin of the big knob into a smooth curve and widening the lips of the tiny eye.
"You girls will be in the van," he said, watching Myrtle's pursing mouth as he outlined their plan for the tenth time. "When Jabber and Fats shove the chick in, you slap a strip of adhesive tape over her mouth. Nothing else, you understand? Just keep her nice and quiet until you're back here.
"Jabber will drive the van and Fats will get in the car with me and the sergeant. The car goes first."
Jabber leaned forward, his eyes darting back and forth from Myrtle's face to Jake's cock. "Get to the part about what we do when we get back here!" he exclaimed. "Shit! We won't have no trouble takin"em. Just like pickin' up a couple of fuckin' pigs!" He gurgled with amusement. "Christ! I'm gonna fuck that bitch till come runs out her goddamn nose like snot!"
Jake switched his gaze to Jabber's lean features. "You're a crude bastard," he said in a deceptively calm voice. "But I rather like that particular metaphor." He moved his pelvis toward the seated girl. "Open your mouth, Myrtle."
The girl made a large oval of her full lips, tilting her face upward as Jake eased the head of his prick into her mouth. She tightened her lips about it and swirled her tongue over the slick knob, her cheeks shadowing as she began sucking, nursing the warm meat with avid tugs.
As unemotionally as he had fed the cock to her, he pulled it back, smiling at the little slurping sound as her lips slipped off the tip.
"Kiss her, Jabber," he growled, still standing astride the girl's thighs, his moist organ only inches from her surprised face.
"What the hell!" Jabber grunted, frowning almost angrily. "She just had your prick in her jaw!"
"Do you take orders, bastard?" Jake demanded. "I don't want a son of a bitch that has to have everything explained. Kiss her!"
Jabber's face worked in indecision. Then, with a savage grin, he grabbed Myrtle's hair, leaning over and covering her mouth with his, driving his tongue between her lips in a wet soul kiss. "I'll be goddamned!" Fats exploded, his eyes wide above his heavy beard. His finger squirmed deeper into Queenie's plump labia and she made a little mewling sound of pleasure. "He done it!"
Jake moved toward the bed, a smile playing about the cold eyes. His prick, now fully erect, swayed from side to side. He paused between Queenie's feet, gesturing with his glass.
"Take your finger out of her cunt, Fats," he said quietly. When the wet digit had withdrawn, Jake bent his knees slightly, and said, "Stand up, Queenie, and slide your pussy on my cock."
The blonde grinned crookedly, sloshing whiskey from the glass as she plopped it down on a small table beside the bed. She got to her feet and pulled her dress up, tucking it about her slender waist. Her hand seized Jake's erection and her hips wiggled into position, forcing her slippery pussy lips over the huge knob.
Her arms went about Jake's waist, and she jammed her belly against his, taking the full length of his strutted shaft into her quivering vagina. Her lips tightened over her clenched teeth and she managed four furious hunches before Jake pushed her away, dragging his greasy pole from the reluctant pussy. He forced her back onto the bed, her legs spread wide, her juice-rimmed cunt gaping, and her engorged clitoris thrusting its meaty spear out from its fleshy hood.
"Now, Fats," Jake exclaimed, excitement lacing his words. "It's your time. Go down on her!"
The big man dragged a huge hand across his beard, his eyes glaring rebelliously. Jake's lids lowered a fraction, and an icy coldness seemed to dart from their glittering depths. Fats shivered, his own stare dropping and the tenseness leaving his massive shoulders.
Like a clumsy bear, he slid to his knees, plunging his hairy face between Queenie's thighs. The girl's shrill yelp of joy brought a smile to Jake's lips. It was obvious that Fats had plunged his tongue into the sheath just vacated by Jake's cock.
He turned to see Jabber climbing out of his trousers, his slender prick standing out in throbbing readiness. Myrtle had just finished divesting herself of the last garment, and Jake could see the dampness in the dark hairs about her dainty cunt.
Jabber sat down in the chair again, and Myrtle climbed onto his lap, turning her back to the lad and easing her pussy down onto his cock by straddling his thighs and lowering her crotch.
Her eyes closed as Jabber's tool disappeared inside her cunt, and she began moving her ass in a circling motion, screwing the tight labial ring about the rearing shaft, her hands clutching his knees for balance. As she neared a complete impalement, she leaned forward to insure the maximum penetration, and Jake moved forward to press the head of his prick, still wet from its insertion in Queenie's snatch, against her soft lips.
Myrtle's eyes flew open, widening in surprise and quick hunger. Remembering his earlier assault on her still-tingling tail, she lifted her stare to his cold eyes, holding just the tip of his huge prong in her lips.
"No shit this time, kid," he said, his eyes softening. "Just eat it." Then he sighed as she drew his prick deep into her mouth and began sucking.
On the bed, Queenie had drawn her knees up and braced her bare feet on Fats' massive shoulders, while the big man slid his hands beneath her wriggling hips to clutch her buttocks and lift her upward, seeming to drink from the pliant lips of her cunt. He rubbed his face against her pussy, making her ass bounce as his wiry beard tickled her sensitive clitoris and the exposed folds of her inner labia. Then, with a muffled snort, Fats would clamp his mouth over her cunt and ram his tongue deep into her vagina, shaping it to scoop out the thick cream aroused by his oral caress.
Jake watched the big man's noisy feasting as he pumped his own prick in and out of Myrtle's nursing lips, now and then sliding it down her throat to feel the delightful spasming of the hot muscles.
They were both experts, he mused. Myrtle could spend a full day sucking a cock capable of sustaining an erection that long, and she could take even Fats' enormous cock when given the chance to relax her throat for its prodigious length and girth.
Fats was equally able at gobbling a pussy. It seemed ironic to Jake that the man should be so powerfully hung, yet find his greatest satisfaction in drinking the tart juices from a girl's cunt. He experienced no difficulty in screwing any female who could accommodate his massive phallus. But, unless he was already excited, he required an unusually long time to achieve an orgasm.
Both Myrtle and Fats would prove useful, Jake smiled to himself. He could hardly wait to see Patrolwoman Shirley Bascomb's reaction when Fats rammed his monster prick between her legs, and Sergeant Montrose's expression when Myrtle swallowed his unwilling cock.
The pictures evoked by the thoughts made him plunge his own tool in and out of Myrtle's drooling lips with increased tempo, setting off a chain reaction of unbridled lust.
Myrtle, hungry for the semen that bubbled at the base of Jake's big prick, took the head deep in her throat, nursing the satin plum with feverish suction as it pistoned back to where her tongue could massage it before its next vicious thrust. Her ass pounded up and down on Jabber's cock, her pussy convulsing about the throbbing prong and catapulting the hunching youth to a gut-wrenching explosion.
Jake's prick spurted its ropy sperm into Myrtle's gulping throat, its head slamming forcefully against her oral arch as he rolled his balls against her throat and chin, his hips jerking with each delightful release of the thick cream.
Myrtle, drinking what was, to her, the most delicious liquid imaginable, orgasmed immediately, her cunt convulsing in torrid shudders that triggered Jabber's ejaculation.
Almost before Jabber had shot the last of his load into the girl's cunt, Jake gripped her shoulders and pulled her forward and off the stiff cock, its milky offering oozing from the fluttering lips of her pussy. He forced her to the floor, face down, ripping his trousers down about his ankles and flinging himself atop the girl's naked back, his still-hard prick stabbing between her thighs and jabbing her perineum with its meaty head.
He found the slippery lips of her pussy, sliding through their spasming grip and into the clenching vagina, feeling the slick semen Jabber had deposited there coating his cock and laving the throbbing glans. He clutched her hips and lunged downward until his belly slammed against her firm buttocks, hilting his prick in the snug channel, beginning a rhythmic stroking that frictioned both their organs into renewed enthusiasm.
Myrtle, having swallowed one load of fuck-juice from Jake's prod, welcomed the opportunity to accept still another in her aroused pussy. Accordingly, she worked her ass beneath his pounding hips, tightening her vagina about his savage thrusts and groaning with pleasure as the big prick drove in and out with slowly increasing speed.
Jake let his weight down on the wriggling girl, slipping his hands beneath her to palm a warm tit in each one, massaging them as he fucked her, measuring the effect of his womb-jarring thrusts by the way the nipples stiffened and throbbed.
From across the room, he heard Queenie's soft cry, and he raised his head to see Fats, now naked, crouched between the blonde's elevated thighs, feeding that monstrous prick into her protesting snatch. Before the big man had worked more than half of the shaft into her, Jabber padded into Jake's field of vision, stretching himself out beside the writhing pair, and pressing his slender cock into the blonde's open lips.
Jake found himself pumping faster as he observed Fats' prong beginning the age-old motion, plunging into Queenie's belly like a thick oily piston, spreading the lips of her blonde cunt into a taut circle that moved inward and outward with the huge prick.
He was equally fascinated by Jabber's actions. The blonde youth was forcing Queenie to swallow the full seven inches of his cock, grinding his balls against her chin and lower lip with each thrust. Jake could see the trickle of saliva that trailed from the corner of the girl's encircling lips, its glittering spill already flecked with traces of the boy's seminal juice.
Fats' monster prick glistened with her cuntal exudation, the big veins appearing to crawl like fat worms along the huge shaft as it speared in and out of the juicy orifice. Each time it dragged its bulk outward, it pulled the lips of her pussy out with it, revealing the pink slickness of her vaginal walls before shoving them inside with its return trip.
Queenie was trying to cooperate with the big man's powerful thrusting. But she was able to do little more than wiggle her ass beneath his savagely pounding hips. Each plunge of Fats' prick filled her belly and shoved her pelvis down against the bed in helpless acceptance. Her throat blocked by Jabber's hard meat, she could not cry out. The only sound, aside from the wet squishing of the poling cock between her thighs, was a nasal whimper that might have been drawn forth by either ecstasy or pain.
Jake rode his own mount with vicious hunches, spearing Myrtle's dripping cunt and banging his nut-sac against her engorged clitoris with every thrust. His hands squeezed and pinched the distended nipples of her firm tits, making her gasp and tighten her cunt about his throbbing phallus.
He was almost ready to come again. The shivers of pleasure were beginning to center in his big balls, sending their hot tendrils outward each time his bag slapped upward with his forward lunge, the delightful sensation rushing through his thick cock to swell the huge knob that burrowed against the girl's spasming womb-mouth. It would take only a few more strokes to loose his sperm.
Suddenly and roughly, he released her breasts, raising his hips and dragging his juice-coated cock from her spasming pussy. He pulled the engorged head of the shaft along her taut perineum and pressed the rounded tip into her anal ring, jamming it in through the protesting sphincter before the girl could tighten it.
Myrtle cried out at the painful invasion, her body flattening against the floor, arms and legs extended in mindless reaction, and her rounded ass cheeks spasming in helpless contractions.
Jake made no attempt to force more than the first three inches into the tight collar of hot flesh. Gripping her narrow waist, he pulled the prick completely out of her asshole and slammed it in again, wrenching another muffled scream from the writhing girl.
Again and again, he drew the purple knob out of the anal grip and forced it back through the tortured sphincter, fucking her with furious jabs until the exquisite sensation became too great and his semen bolted through his cock and into her ass.
Only then, with a strangled curse, did he ram the prick all the way in, letting the protesting undulations of her intestinal sheath milk the hot cream from his hairy balls.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dave Montrose did not turn his gaze away when Shirley Bascomb climbed into the Impala. His eyes followed the upward slide of her skirt, admiring the firm curves of her sleek thighs, the pantyhose giving them the appearance of nudity. He felt his cock stiffen in response.
Ever since that incident at the liquor store, he had been more keenly aware of the girl's desirability. Not that he intended to do anything about it. It was a perfectly human response to look at a pretty leg. It was also normal to get an erection if a guy hadn't popped his nuts for a few days.
It hadn't been easy making good his threat to Violet. She had gone out of her way to wear the most attractive negligee and provocative perfume. But she had made no overt gesture of invitation. As a result, Dave had gone without his daily ration of sex just long enough to build up a load that was beginning to ache in his balls.
Shirley settled herself on the seat, not bothering to adjust her skirt, giving Dave a smile as he pulled out of the parking area and into the morning traffic.
"Did you get a chance to check the mug book?" he asked.
"Nothing," she replied, nodding her blonde head. "I had Rose run all three names. No Professors, no Jabbers, and only three Fats. None of them fitted the big guy."
"Probably just a couple of punks," Dave growled. "I can't get over the way that crazy ape just kept going. Hell! If that had been me, I'd have been out of the ballgame right then."
"You were," Shirley chuckled, her big breasts moving and rocking the shield centered over the left nipple. "Remember?"
He gave a wry snort. "If I ever meet that bastard again, it'll be a long time before he's able to pull another stunt like that."
"Hey!" she said gently. "I thought you were the cop who always went by the book."
"Think again," he murmured, his fingers tight on the wheel. "This is personal. We can't arrest them. If we did, we'd have to admit the whole damned thing. We covered up everything, and we can't afford to open it up."
"So, what do we do?" she demanded. "If we find them, I mean?"
"We beat their goddamn heads in!" he grated. "That's the only language they understand." He glanced at her profile with a little twitch of his mouth. "This time, for god's sake get that gun out in a hurry!"
She pulled her lower lip between her white teeth, worrying it before answering. "Maybe Chuck is right, Dave," she said slowly. "Maybe I don't belong on the force. Maybe I should marry him and spend the rest of my life telling him how handsome he looked on the newscast, and how damned brilliant he is!"
His head jerked about at the abrupt alteration in her tone. "Do I hear a little trace of sarcasm?" he demanded. "Hell, Shirley. The guy is handsome, and pretty damned smart too."
Her eyes were angry. "Just for the record, sergeant," she said in a tight voice, "it takes more than that to satisfy a woman."
Dave's lips pursed and he frowned. "I think I'm gonna pretend I didn't say anything at all," he murmured.
Her anger faded and she touched his fingers, curved about the wheel. It was a fleeting contact, but Dave felt it all the way to the tip of his eight-inch cock. A tingling sensation, almost like an electric shock.
"I'm being feminine," she smiled.
His hips squirmed as his prick ridged his trousers. "You sure as hell are!" he grunted, wondering which way she would take the remark.
A nondescript gray van nudged the curb almost in front of Shirley's apartment building, and Dave swung the Impala sharply in front of the vehicle, braking and halting to drop his eyes to the girl's thighs.
"Guess I won't see you till day after tomorrow," he said. "Got a big day planned?"
She opened the door, one leg sliding out. The skirt climbed dangerously near her crotch, and Dave's body tensed with a rush of desire. His cock was throbbing almost painfully.
"Just the usual," she answered. "Beauty shop and a deliciously long sleep."
She climbed out, smoothing the skirt, and Dave followed the path of the fingers over the slight curve of her belly, down past the hidden valley and along the lush thighs. He had to grind his teeth together to keep from groaning aloud.
"Take care, kid," he murmured, holding the wheel as though it would prevent his plunge into some mysterious whirlpool of erotic fantasy. He watched the voluptuous sway of her firm buttocks as she moved away, his tongue curled and sliding along his upper lip, his balls tightening between trembling thighs.
With his gaze focused on Shirley's hips, he didn't see the two male fingers until they were too close for the girl to respond to his hoarse cry.
"Look out, Shir...!"
The cold muzzle of a thirty-eight jammed threateningly against the left side of his throat, just under the jaw line, cut him short. He glared helplessly as the huge man and the blond youth dragged a kicking, wriggling Shirley to the gray van behind the Impala, thrusting her inside. The bearded giant slammed the door and lumbered to the car, opening the door and making the vehicle sag with his tremendous weight.
Dave had recognized the pair almost immediately. But his concern for Shirley had held his anger in check. Now, with the man grinning at him and reaching out to pluck his gun from its holster, he reacted in spite of the weapon at his throat.
His fingers stiffened for a quick jab at the short thick throat, its muscles almost hidden by the beard. Then he gasped as an unbearable pain tore through his arm.
Moving with unbelievable speed, the man had clamped his wrist in one ham-like hand, holding and squeezing with maddening effortlessness as he employed the other hand to lift the gun out and shove it into the waistband of his trousers.
"Turn him loose, Fats," said the man outside the car. "I believe he got the message."
He moved the back of the seat forward, unhurriedly, climbing into the back seat, the gun held casually in his right hand.
"Start driving, sergeant," he ordered softly. "And don't try any television heroics. Your partner is nice and comfortable. Let's keep her that way, shall we?"
Dave set the Impala in motion, seeing the van swing in behind him. He flexed his left hand. "You must be the Professor," he said, trying to match the calmness of the man in the back seat.
"Admitted," the man replied, dark eyes narrowing. "How did you know that?"
"I've met your two friends," Dave told him. "They have a bad habit of name-dropping."
The bearded man shifted his weight nervously. "We meant to tell you about that, Professor."
"Suppose we let the sergeant tell me," Jake murmured, his voice cold and flat "Go on, sergeant. How and where did you meet them?"
Dave gave a short account of the incident, avoiding mention of the man's refusal to prosecute and his own failure to report the assault. He was interrupted three times by the Professor's terse instructions. Behind them, the van followed at a discreet distance.
"We was gonna tell you, Professor," Fats footnoted the recital. "Honest to god!"
Jake silenced the big man with a lowering of his eyelids. "It's unimportant," he said in a toneless voice. To Dave, he said, "I apologize for any injury you may have incurred. Fats is quite temperamental when he is sexually aroused."
Dave glared at the man's reflection in the rectangular mirror. "He was raping the girl. How about her injury?"
Jake shrugged. "Most women harbor a subconscious desire to be sexually assaulted. You know that, sergeant. As for injury, I rather suspect that the girl could have taken more than even Fats could give her."
"Damn this philosophical shit!" Dave exploded. "What's all this about? You sound like a reasonably intelligent person. Why the hell did you pull a stunt like this? Christ! They'll rack your balls good for snatching two uniformed officers."
"Such language," Jake protested mockingly. "This is no ordinary snatch, sergeant. I can assure you of that. You and Officer Bascomb are merely our guests. Reluctant guests, perhaps. But I'm sure we can change that."
He tapped Dave's shoulder with the gun, pointing to a large building ahead. "Pull up at the door, sergeant. When Fats opens it, just drive in. I'll explain everything inside."
"It had better be good!" Dave muttered.
Jake's eyes glittered. "It will be, sergeant. It will be."
Fats made the Impala spring upward as he climbed out, digging a key from his pocket and entering a smaller entrance beyond the big door Jake had indicated. Dave's body tensed for any opportunity, but the gun held him in place. The heavy door rolled up and the Impala moved inside. The gray van followed.
As Fats rolled the door down, locking them inside, Dave saw the van door open and a beautiful black-haired girl stepped down, reaching back to assist a flustered Shirley to the floor. Behind her, urging her forward with the gun they had obviously lifted from her bag, an equally lovely girl with enormous jugs joined them. The blond youth who had driven the van climbed out and stood scratching his crotch, staring at Shirley's legs with hungry eyes.
Fats lumbered back to the car with that strangely graceful gait, and Jake nudged Dave's neck with his thirty-eight, motioning for him to open the door and get out. He obeyed, exchanging quick glances with Shirley and giving her what he hoped was an encouraging smile.
Prodded by the ugly weapon, Dave crossed the big room into a dirty stairwell, climbing the squeaking boards ahead of the others, turning down a long hall and twisting the knob of a scarred door at the man's command.
Dave estimated the windowless room to be some twenty feet square. The walls were concrete, chipped and disfigured by time and vandalism. From the ceiling, at least fourteen feet up, two fluorescent lights cast a shadowless glow over the entire area.
There were only three pieces of furniture in the room, Dave noted. A low couch, armless and legless, stood just to the left of a slightly soiled king-sized mattress, its rectangular bulk in the exact center of the big room. On the right of the mattress, a padded stool stood on four sturdy legs.
Dave moved farther into the room as the others crowded in behind him. The man they called Professor blocked his effort to approach Shirley.
"You okay, kid?" he asked in a soft growl when her eyes met his. She nodded, one delicate brow arching in betrayal of her inner confusion.
"Certainly, she's okay," Jake grinned. "Take a look at her, sergeant. Isn't she a beautiful creature?"
Dave frowned, but his head gave an involuntary nod. It was true. Her blonde hair slightly disheveled, and her uniform still unadjusted after the frantic struggle, Shirley presented a picture of frightened loveliness. Dave found himself comparing the girl to a sleek tigress, held at bay, yet still dangerous.
"Jabber," Jake said quietly, "go get the equipment. Myrtle, you can help him." He held up a quick hand. "Oh, before you go, perhaps I should introduce everyone."
He pointed as he spoke. "Fats and Jabber, you both know from past experience. This is Myrtle, whom you will both know quite well in a few hours, and this delightful child is Queenie, a female of infinite talent and amazing stamina. Of course, all of you know Sergeant Montrose and Officer Bascomb. But I want you to know them much better."
Jabber gave an obscene giggle, and Fats snorted behind his heavy beard. Dave glared about at the five faces.
"I'm asking you one more time," he said in an ugly tone. "What the hell is all this about? What do you want?"
Jake held up a spread palm. "All in good time, sergeant. Fats, have the sergeant sit down on the stool. So long as he sits quietly, treat him with the utmost courtesy. If he tries to get up," his tone became a frigid blast, "knock his goddamned brains out!"
Shirley gasped, her blue eyes widening. Dave's fists knotted, then slowly unclenched. Before the big man could touch him, he walked to the low stool and sank down upon it, leaning fowrard to rest his forearms on his knees. He saw Jabber and the black-haired girl slip quietly from the room. The man called Professor crossed to the couch and sat down, keeping the gun trained on Dave's broad chest. Shirley stood between Queenie and Fats, her startled eyes leaping from Dave to the man with the gun.
"Now," Jake smiled. "You see how simple it is when you cooperate? If you do exactly as you are told, neither of you will be harmed." He paused and frowned. "Let me modify that promise. You will come to no permanent harm. I must admit that both of you may experience some temporary discomfort"
"Get to the point Professor, or whatever your real name is!" Dave exclaimed. "You seem to be holding all the cards. Deal them out!"
"Very cleverly put, sergeant," Jake nodded approvingly. "I hope you'll still be that inventive tomorrow at this time."
Jabber and Myrtle reappeared in the doorway, both of them carrying cameras. Dave stared with realization dropping his jaw and widening his dark eyes. He started to his feet, but a movement of Fats' big body lowered him back onto the stool. He scanned Shirley's face to see if the girl had guessed what was about to happen. She was looking at the two figures as they set up a tripod and Jabber threaded the camera base onto the platform, but her face showed nothing. Jake's voice brought his head about.
"I don't want you to concern yourselves with the photographic equipment" he was saying. "Frankly, I rather doubt that you'll have time to think about that. You're both going to be extremely busy."
He stood up, motioning to the two girls to take their places behind the cameras, both of them aimed at the big mattress. He walked over to where Shirley stood, arms at her sides, the fingers moving nervously. The blond youth approached from the other side, his eyes bright with excitement Jake halted about two feet from Shirley, planting his hands on his hips and deliberately running his eyes up and down her body. He took in a deep breath.
"We'd like to know what a female pig looks like without that uniform," he said in a flat voice, returning his gaze to Shirley's face. "Take it off!"
Shirley gasped, her mouth opening in surprise. Her eyes were angry. "I will not!" she exclaimed. "You're crazy if you think you can... OOOOHHHHH!"
Jake's hand had darted out like a striking snake, his thumb and curled forefinger trapping the point of her right breast. The blouse and her bra dulled the pressure a little, but he had found her nipple with unerring aim, and the pain was immediate and excruciating.
Dave gained his feet with a strangled curse, but Fats' big hand slammed him down again like an angry child.
"Would you prefer that I twist it off?" Jake demanded. He made her cry out again by twisting the tortured nipple. "Fats would love to have it for a plaything. Wouldn't you, Fats?"
The big man chuckled. "Rip it off, Professor! I like to hear pigs squeal!"
"Ah," Jake murmured, bringing his face closer to Shirley's, watching the pain in her squinting eyes. "But pigs squeal a lot louder when they're stuck. We're going to stick this one."
"You dirty bastards!" Dave roared, his shoulders shaking in helpless rage. "If you hurt her, I'll kill you!"
"Hey, Professor!" Fats laughed coarsely. "Ain't you scared? Sergeant Pig is gonna waste you, man! The big bad man is gonna do you in!"
Jake turned his cold eyes on Dave, his voice flat and deadly. "We'll get to you later, Sergeant Pig. Right now, you're just a spectator. The only thing you can do is applaud."
He brought his gaze back to Shirley. "It would be too bad if we had to rip those clothes off. But we can. Of course, we won't be gentle. I'm being gentle with you now." He increased the pressure on her tit and Shirley choked back a scream of pain.
"Don't!" she panted. "Please! I'll... I'll do it!"
"Shirley!" Dave exclaimed. "For god's sake! Don't do it! They're bluffing. They wouldn't dare do us any real harm."
Jake laughed humorlessly, still holding Shirley's breast. "An interesting concept, Sergeant Pig. Just what constitutes harm? Suppose you convince this female pig that she isn't really being harmed."
Shirley cried out as he gave the nipple a vicious squeeze. "No! My god, no! I'll do it!" She was almost sobbing in her desperation. Jake's trousers showed the beginning of an erection, his cock outlining itself against the neatly creased leg.
The fingers released their hold, and Shirley's palm flashed to the big tit, massaging the aching tip, rolling it with a hard grinding of her hand.
"Look, Professor!" Jabber giggled, his hand cupping his crotch suggestively. "The pig's playing with her titty!"
"Pigs are notoriously crude," Jake murmured. "You'll see for yourself just how dirty they are before we're through." He waved a hand. "Strip, pig!"
Shirley's fingers fumbled with her black tie, loosening the knot and dragging it from her slender neck. Jake plucked it from her grip and handed it to Jabber. "Fold her clothes neatly, Jabber," he told the youth. "Clothes are what make a pig a pig."
Jabber took the tie and extended it, rubbing it over his swelling genitals, their engorgement obvious in the tight trousers. He executed a nimble dance step, grinding and bumping his lean pelvis like a strip-teaser. Fats laughed appreciatively.
Closing her eyes to block out the leering faces, Shirley quickly unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off and feeling the youth's hand snatch it from her fingers. She tried to ignore Dave's angry exclamation as she reached back and unsnapped her bra. The big mounds seemed to expand with the release of the flimsy restraint. Biting her lower lip, she let the bra slide down over the thrusting nipples, baring the creamy melons with their shaded aureoles and ripe berry tips.
"Holy shit!" Jabber exclaimed, grabbing the bra and crushing it tightly against his bulging crotch. "Dig the boobs on that fuckin' pig!"
"Damn the jugs!" Fats rumbled. "I want to see that cunt!"
Shirley's shoulders shook with a violent shiver of disgust and mounting apprehension. She opened her eyes to find the boy's face approaching her left breast. Instinctively, she jerked back, finding her retreat blocked by Jake's body, his cock, a frightening length of hardness, jamming harshly against her buttocks.
"Don't fuck around, bitch!" Jake growled, pushing her forward and shoving the sensitive nipple into Jabbers open mouth. "Get the rest of that whore's outfit off!"
A gasp caught in her clenched teeth as the boy's lips tightened and his tongue lashed the quivering tip of the mammary finger. The suction was almost painful.
"Turn her loose, Jabber!" Jake ordered without enthusiasm. "You can suck her tits later!"
Fats jabbed his thumb at his massive groin. "I got something you can suck on, Jabber! It's bigger than her titty!"
"Shove it up your ass!" Jabber grinned, spitting the nipple from his wet lips. As he stepped back, Shirley saw the front of his slacks jerk as his cock strained for release.
Her hands moved without will, drawing the zipper of her skirt down, stalling for unhelpful time by using the toe of each foot to discard the low-heeled shoes. She shot a veiled glance at Dave to find him staring at her exposed breasts with a mixture of emotions in his narrowed dark eyes.
Both of them had accepted the hopelessness of the situation. Dave was no match for the huge Fats, and the other two males seemed quite capable of handling themselves well in a free-for-all. Even the girls appeared dangerous, staring at her with expressions she could not decipher.
Hooking her thumbs in the waist of the dark skirt, Shirley eased it down, forced to wiggle her lush hips to push the garment over the curves. The skirt slid along the statuesque thighs and only the semi-transparent pantyhose remained, hugging her furry crotch as she lifted one knee at a time to step out of the skirt.
"Dig that ass, Professor!" Fats chortled, deliberately turning to see Dave's reaction to the remark. Dave stifled a meaningless protest, unable to keep his own gaze from admiring the heart-shaped derriere.
Shirley's ass was attractive in mere outline. Now, boldly flaunting the high firm cheeks and the deep cleft between the prominent buttocks, it was incredibly lovely. Dave murmured an angry oath as he felt a sharp stab of lust in his balls.
The pantyhose rolled downward, revealing the jungle of golden curls that formed the nexus of her perfectly rounded thighs, and she bent to force the final article of clothing along the tapering legs. Behind her, Jake stiffened his index finger and shoved it forcefully between the pink cheeks of her ass.
Shirley gasped, staggering forward, her pelvis jerking forward obscenely at the sudden assault on her tender anus. The finger had stabbed with unerring accuracy, the tip actually entering the tiny brown circle.
Her ankles trapped by the tangled nylon, she stumbled, and only Jabber's quick grasp kept her from plunging to her knees. The youth dragged her face against his belly and shoved his swollen crotch forward, managing to touch the naked breasts before Shirley could push herself away.
"You animals!" she snarled, her lips tight across her clenched teeth. "Rotten, stinking animals!" She stood with legs spread as far as the nylon would permit, the blonde hair of her cunt parting to disclose the plump furrow of her labial groove.
"You shouldn't have said that!" Jake said in a flat voice. "Hold her arms, Jabber!"
The youth threw himself against her before she had time to react. His arms wrapped tightly about her waist, trapping her arms on either side. His hips jammed hard against her soft pubes, making her feel his rigid cock by grinding it in a harsh circling.
Shirley tried to bring her knee up between his legs. But he kept them pressed together, and her motion only served to spread her own thighs farther apart, permitting the cloth-covered ridge of his engorged prick to fit itself into her cuntal trench.
She screamed as Jake's finger wiggled between her buttocks and pressed its tip against her tight anus. It did not really hurt. The scream was one of shock as she realized his intention. She struggled against Jabber's arms, succeeding only in jamming her pussy mound more tightly against his erection.
Jake chuckled as he forced the digit into the girl's protesting asshole, giving it a little twisting motion that enabled him to slide past the second knuckle. He wiggled it, listening to Shirley's gasp, and feeling the muscles clench and shudder about his insertion.
"How about that?" he said, giving the finger a savage jab that picked Shirley up on her toes. "I've got my fucking finger up a pig's ass!"
"Why don't you ram your cock up there, Professor?" Fats exclaimed, his eyes glinting fiercely. He clamped a big hand on Dave's shoulder and squeezed. Dave choked back a grunt as the fingers dug into the tense muscles.
Jabber was panting with excitement. "Let me fuck her, Professor!" he exclaimed, spraying Shirley's face with flecks of saliva.
Jake gave the finger one last twisting jab and yanked it out, laughing as the sudden retreat made the girl cry out again. "Don't worry, bitch," he promised. "It'll be back in there!"
He took a backward step. "Turn her loose again, Jabber."
"Please, Professor!" the boy groaned, still working his hips against hers. "Let me fuck her! Shit, man! I'm about to come already!"
Dave found his voice, giving his words a force he did not feel. "It looks like your troops don't obey too well, Professor!"
Jake swivelled about, his eyes angry. "Bastard pig!" he hissed. "Get out of that goddamned uniform!" He gestured impatiently. "Strip, you motherfucker! Right down to the skin!"
"Screw you!" Dave growled, making no move to obey.
The angry eyes turned to cold steel. "Shall I have Fats tear it off? He'd love to do that."
Dave looked at the big man's hands, the fingers working restlessly. He shrugged, reaching for his collar. The others watched him as he undressed. The only movement he saw was Jabber's hips, still rolling his cock against Shirley's belly.
As he pushed his shorts down and exposed his flaccid tool, Fats snorted, "Look at that, Professor! Pigs have peckers, just like human beings!" Dave tried to ignore the sarcasm as he sat down on the stool, acutely conscious of his nakedness. Somehow, it made him feel more vulnerable, and he wondered if Shirley was experiencing a similar reaction.
Jake reached out and gave one of Jabber's fingers a savage twist, making the boy cry out and release Shirley with startled abruptness. Jake gripped her arm and turned her about to face Dave, pulling her closer and halting her with her knees almost touching his. Dave's eyes could not avoid the mass of yellow curls at the base of the girl's delicately rounded belly. He could see a little pulse throbbing, high up on her left thigh.
Shirley was seeing Dave Montrose for the first time. Always, in the past, he had been a uniform and a reasonably handsome face. From the neck down, he was just a man, without individual identity. Now, his hairy body hunkered on the stool, she could see the powerful muscles of chest, arms and thighs. But the part that made him an individual was the thick rope of cock-meat that dangled over the goose-pimpled globes of his big balls.
Dave's eyes climbed up past the jutting mounds with their pointing fingers, finding her frightened gaze. He shook his head. "Sorry, kid! Anything we try would just make it worse."
"I'm okay," she murmured, trying to smile, but finding her lips refusing to curve. She felt his eyes drift down to her cunt and she felt a strange burning, deep in her vagina.
"That's enough," Jake muttered, taking her arm again and propelling her toward the mattress. She balked at the very edge until his finger goosed her between the buttocks. Awkwardly, hearing the raucous laughter of the males, Shirley sprawled down upon the mattress, on hands and knees. She twisted about, lowering herself onto her side and curling into the fetal position, locking her arms across her jutting breasts.
"Now, you, Jabber," was the command, "get your clothes off."
The blond youth walked to the mattress, one hand on his crotch. He said, "Do I have to, Professor? Hell! I can ball her without all that trouble."
"Damn you, Jabber! That's twice you've hesitated when I gave you an order." Jake's face was pale and his words spilled out in a rush. "Try it just once more and I'll tear your goddamned balls off!"
Jabber's mouth opened and closed soundlessly. He slipped out of the shirt and kicked off his loafers, unzipping his pants and sliding them down to free the stiff shaft of his cock. It reared up at a sharp angle, the purple knob already wet with his oozing pre-come.
Dave clenched his fists, his jaws working savagely. Beside him, Fats fingered the impossibly large bulge in his slacks and made a rumbling sound deep in his throat. From across the room, Dave heard the soft hum of the movie camera as Jabber stepped onto the mattress, straddling Shirley's legs.
"Okay, kid," Jake said, relaxing a little as he noted the boy's readiness. "Go on and get your nuts off any way you want to. She's all yours."
Jabber reached down and caught Shirley by the ankles, blocking the kick she aimed for his groin and twisting until she gave a sharp gasp and stopped struggling. His long hair falling across his face, the boy turned the girl onto her back and began spreading her long legs apart "Come on, piggie!" he giggled, peering down through the space between her sleek thighs at the silky curls of her cunt "Let me see that pussy!"
Shirley strained, the muscles of her thighs cording with effort as Jabber forced her lovely legs into a wide-angled V, her cuntal lips parting to reveal the pink vaginal mouth and the hooded clitoris crowning the oval orifice.
"Ain't you gonna beg?" Jabber demanded, angling the legs even wider, watching the moist inner lips move as the labia was pulled wider. "Ain't you gonna beg me not to stick this prick in your snatch?"
Shirley glared up at his leering face, tightening her lips and moving her jaw rhythmically. Her arms, extended slightly on either side of her hips, stiffened, and she gripped the mattress with clutching fingers. Her magnificent breasts rode up and down with her quick breaths.
Jabber began working his fingers along her legs, from the ankles to the exquisitely turned calves to the back of the lightly dimpled knees. Then, with a quickness that surprised the girl, he slipped his arms around her legs, pulling them with his hooked elbows as he dropped down onto her helpless pubes, his cock jamming into her splayed cunt and slipping out to ram its engorged knob upward through the thick curls. He made her feel his weight, holding her legs drawn up until the knees pressed her tits together beneath his chest. He grinned into her angry face.
"Shit, now!" he grunted, raising his hips for another try. "I missed the hole!"
He found the hot lips of her inner labia, and forced the head of his prick inside. His buttocks tensed and he buried his pole in the tight channel with one savage thrust.
As his cock drilled into her belly, Shirley shaped her tongue about the saliva she had gathered with that slow movement of her jaw. She deliberately waited until she felt his balls jam against her tightly stretched perineum, and his mouth gaped in the pleasure of his complete envelopment. With his face hovering only inches above hers, and his prick throbbing inside her belly, she pursed her lips and spat full in his grinning eyes.
"Son of a bitch!" the lad yelped, his body jerking with surprise and indignation. The sudden movement gyrated his cock in the snug fit of her pussy, frictioning the sensitive lips and the tender walls of her vagina. Both Jake and Fats laughed uproariously as Jabber used Shirley's calf in an effort to wipe the saliva from his face. Dave found himself shouting a silent approval of the girl's courage. But his eyes were riveted on the junction of the two bodies, where the boy's prick was buried from sight in Shirley's lovely body.
"Don't let a little spit slow you down, Jabber!" Fats called. "Pour the dick to her! Make her squeal, man!"
The boy's angry voice was audible to all of them as he stared down at Shirley's glaring eyes. "I don't like no cunt spittin' in my face! I'm gonna make you sorry for that, you prick-teasing bitch! I'm gonna make you real sorry!"
His hips began moving, slowly at first, drawing his cock out to the tight labial ring and ramming it back into the hot embrace of her pussy. But he had worked himself into such a state of lust before mounting her that he could not maintain the measured pace. He speeded up, fucking her with hard slams of his pelvis, plunging into her with vicious thrusts.
Trying to keep her voice even, for his thrusts were knocking the breath from her lungs, Shirley mocked his talent in a near whisper, intending the words only for his ears.
"Is that the best you can do, little boy? That's not a cock! That's a peter! You couldn't satisfy a twelve-year-old girl with that thing!"
His features contorted, and he pounded harder and faster, ramming his cock into her with punishing strokes that jarred her whole body. But Shirley forced a grin to her lips.
"You know what I think, little boy? I think you're a queer! You don't know how to make it with a real woman!"
"Goddamn you!" the youth howled, his hips hammering madly. "Nobody talks to me like that!"
Shirley felt his prick throb and swell, and she braced herself against the spurting semen. Then she gasped with surprise as he suddenly yanked his cock from her pussy and dragged himself upward, still holding her legs, his balls pressing between her tits and his jerking shaft aimed at her staring face.
The white cream shot out from the tiny slit, splattering over her mouth and chin. She clamped her lips together, but not before a glob of his thick sperm had splashed onto her tongue. Her eyes closed, and she lay quietly, tasting the musky seminal fluid and feeling its warm sticky wetness bathe her face.
Dave stared with slitted eyes, his lips snarling in helpless anger. "That dirty motherfucker!"
"Calm yourself, sergeant," Jake remonstrated. "She isn't hurt. But I can hardly wait to see the pictures of that little scene. A lady pig being slopped!" He laughed softly.
Jabber was still crouched astride Shirley's breasts, milking the last drops of come from his swollen cock and rubbing them onto her chin. The girl's eyes were still closed, and she had tilted her head back as far as possible in an effort to escape the sticky flood. Traces of the white cream marred the delicate arch of her throat. One of the thick spurts had spread across her compressed lips, trickling into the tightly clamped crease as if determined to invade her sealed mouth.
"I ought to piss right in your fucking face!" he growled, fingers squeezing and sliding from base to tip of his prong. His naked body shuddered as one last spasm ripped through his balls, and another small trickle of semen emerged from the slitted glans. He smeared it into the dainty dimple beneath her lips. Then, before he crawled off, he used his cock like a whip, slapping it against her ripe nipples and leaving them wet with the residue of his misplaced orgasm.
Jake walked over and stood staring down at the girl's body. Her legs were still widespread on the mattress, her pussy lips slightly parted from Jabber's short-lived intrusion of the pink slit. Jake beckoned with a crooked finger, keeping his narrowed eyes fixed on Shirley's cunt.
"Myrtle!" he called, waiting until the black-haired girl hurried over before continuing. "Take your clothes off and work on her for a while. Clean her up a little."
Myrtle's tongue flickered across her full lips like that of an inquisitive snake. "Is there anything I shouldn't do?" she murmured.
"Just remember what I said in the beginning," Jake answered. "No permanent harm. Aside from that, you can do whatever you wish."
The girl tugged her dress up and over her head, shaking her black hair and licking her red lips as she approached the almost motionless Shirley.
CHAPTER SIX
Shirley opened one eye. The other was stuck together with a glob of Jabber's come. She had heard Jake's terse instructions, and the little note of anticipation in the girl's voice. Shirley had never been interested in another girl's body, but she was aware that many females could swing either way.
With her one eye, she watched the teenaged lovely drop to her knees between the outstretched and widespread legs. Shirley's first instinct was to pull her legs together protectively. But she had already decided to submit to any indignity before giving them the pleasure of hearing her beg for mercy. After all, there were few things more hateful than the thing Jabber had done.
Gently, her naked body moving with youthful grace, the girl lowered herself atop Shirley's supine figure, supporting her weight on hands and knees until her warm breasts contacted the larger ones beneath her, nipple to nipple.
Shirley felt a shudder of pleasure in her vagina as the girl's plump pussy pressed its fatty lips against her own splayed cunt. It was a sensation completely alien to her own range of experience, and she fought back the sensual interest of her body in the erotic contact.
Myrtle's face bent over the come-smeared features, her wet lips curving in a smile of assurance. She whispered so softly that Shirley had to strain to hear the words.
"Just relax, honey. You're gonna like what I do to you."
The lips approached the sealed eyelid, wet tongue sliding out to lick gently across the closed lid, caressing and cleansing. Shirley blinked it open to see the red wet muscle flicking the bridge of her nose before dropping down to claim the spilled semen about her lips.
Torn between nausea and excitement, Shirley felt the tongue bathe her chin, then drift upward to wiggle from side to side over the taut lips. She was becoming acutely aware of the girl's tits and the furry wetness that burrowed its sensuous labia into her own cuntal trough.
"Open your mouth, honey," Myrtle breathed, her tongue wagging back and forth across Shirley's lips. "I've just about got all of it off."
Shirley obeyed before thinking. Not until the girl's tongue dipped into her mouth did she remind herself that the delicious muscle dancing against her own had just licked up the full load of spunk Jabber had spurted from his young cock.
It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. She was completely helpless. Even her own body was betraying her by responding to Myrtle's kiss with repeated waves of increasing desire. Her tongue curled and fluttered against the girl's probing muscle in an answering caress, and she felt the keen pleasure as the cunt began grinding against her own.
Myrtle kissed her way downward over Shirley's throat to the firm demiglobes of her breasts, not touching the succulent spires, but licking about the bumpy aureoles until the nipples were surrounded by saliva-wet circles, the plump fingers swelling in unavoidable response. Only when she was convinced that the cherry tips were ready did Myrtle fit her lips about the left one and begin sucking it, lashing it with furious swipes of her hot tongue as she drew more and more of the yielding flesh inside her mouth.
Quickly, her own tits jiggling with sudden movement, she transferred her attention to the other breast, bathing the nipple in the wet heat of her oral grip until it was strutted like its tasty companion.
Downward again, pausing to plunge her stiffened tongue into the deep navel and feel the belly muscles ripple in response. Then on to the upper border of golden hair, her throat aching with thirst as she scented the faint musk of Shirley's inviting cunt.
She trailed her tongue through the soft curls, ready to plunge it into the inviting lips of the girl's pussy. She froze in position at the sound of Jake's voice.
"Don't move, Myrtle!" he commanded. "We're just putting the other pig in the pen! He'll have a better view from here."
By rolling her eyes to one side, Myrtle was able to see Fats pushing the male officer down onto the mattress beside Shirley. His cock was limp, but promising in length and thickness. It swayed over his leathery balls as he settled himself onto the makeshift bed, exchanging hooded glances with the blonde Shirley.
"Jabber is replacing Myrtle on the camera," Jake explained, grinning down at Dave. "That means I can pull Queenie over here long enough to get a few more feet of interesting film."
He turned as the blonde approached, already pulling her dress up about her narrow waist and exposing the furry jungle of her cunt. Dave stared at the enormous breasts. His jaw tightened.
"You're going to blow the sergeant, Queenie," Jake told her. "Fats will be standing by to see that he doesn't harm you. So, just take your time."
Dave tried to put a sneer in his voice. "You're crazier than I thought, Professor, if you think she's gonna do any good."
"We shall see," Jake murmured. "Both the girls are experts, sergeant. I wouldn't have them around if they were any less."
Queenie knelt at Dave's feet, placing her hands on his ankles and urging his feet apart. When he resisted her efforts, she glanced at Fats. The big man took a step forward.
"Open up, copper!" he growled. "You let Queenie suck it, or I'll pull the fucker out by the goddamn roots!"
As the blonde spread Dave's legs and bent over his middle, Jake nudged Myrtle's leg with the toe of his shoe. "You can get on with it, kid."
Dave saw the girl's lips purse and divide the golden hairs of Shirley's muff, fitting their moist oval between the outer labia to press greedily against the delicate membranes of the vaginal entrance. He could tell exactly when Myrtle's tongue slid into the lush cunt, for Shirley's hips jerked in reaction.
He cursed, grating the words through clamped teeth, as Queenie fastened her moist lips about his flaccid cock and drew the pliant meat into her mouth. She used her tongue to roll it about, flipping the yielding head from cheek to cheek while she applied just enough suction to create an unwilling tightening in his balls.
"No!" he exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut. "Goddamn it! I won't!"
Even as he spat the words, Dave realized the impossibility of controlling his own body. His prick was already responding to the hot wetness and gentle suction of the blonde's skillful mouth and flashing tongue. He was beginning to swell and harden, the knob of his cock pushing farther back into the girl's throat as she held her encircling lips clamped firmly about the base of his organ.
Dave Montrose was no stranger to fellatio. Until he married Violet, it had been an exercise he enjoyed almost as often as intercourse. Violet had sucked his cock before their wedding, displaying an artlessness that was arousing in its very innocence. But he had never had a woman take his limp prick in her mouth and literally suck it into hardness.
Sure, he had read about it, and heard other guys boast of having some chick get it up for them in that way. It was simply that it had never happened to him. Never before, that is. It was happening now! Sprawled beside Shirley Bascomb on a not-too-clean mattress in a seedy warehouse, he was building a bone such as he hadn't experienced in years.
Jake watched the man's thick cock become even thicker, the hairy base stretching Queenie's lips into a strained oval. Her head lifted slightly as the prick filled her throat, beginning to throb against her busy tongue. Slowly, keeping the pulsating knob trapped between tongue and palate, she pumped her oral grip up and down the formidable lance, her saliva leaving the exposed portion of the shaft slick and shiny.
"Back up, Queenie," Jake murmured, bending forward to observe the erotic scene more closely. "Let's see how hard it is." He gave a little grunt of satisfaction as the blonde released Dave's cock, licking her lips and staring down at the rearing prick.
Dave, too, stared down at his erection, helpless to halt the shudder that raced through the engorged shaft. By moving his eyes only slightly to the side, he could see Myrtle's dark hair covering Shirley's crotch, the strands trailing caressingly across the quivering belly as the girl's mouth feasted hungrily on the hidden lips of Shirley's cunt.
Shirley's face was turned away from Dave, but he could see her profile. With the quickening pulse, he noted the slight frown of extreme pleasure as the girl responded to the vaginal probing of Myrtle's experienced tongue. Her breasts, stiff-nippled, rose and fell with accelerated breaths, and her tightly drawn lips worked in and out, reflecting the thrusts and flicks of Myrtle's oral caress.
"Why not just relax, sergeant?" Jake asked mockingly. "You will come, sooner or later. Queenie gives reasonably good head, but Myrtle could pull semen out of a statue. You're going to come, sergeant." He chuckled. "Just like your partner. Watch this!"
Shirley's hips were grinding, working her dripping cunt against Myrtle's slurping mouth. Her heels dug into the mattress and she shoved her pelvis upward, arms reaching out to either side to brace herself for the earthquake of ecstasy that was already rumbling through her spasming pussy.
Dave felt her fingers touch his naked hip, and watched them dig into the mattress in repeated clenchings, her knuckles brushing his skin as she surrendered to the lips and tongue that probed, licked and sucked her sensitive cuntal mouth.
"Unnnngghhh!" Shirley gave the one throaty groan before her body arched in the shivering stance of orgasm. Her heels ground into the mattress, and Dave saw the dainty toes curl upward with the sheer force of her climax. In his mind's eye, he could see the golden-haired cunt flexing and spilling its slippery nectar from those fluttering lips. The pictures made his cock jerk with excitement, and the clearly audible sound of Myrtle's greedy gulps tightened his balls into aching spheres of surging sperm.
"Take him, Queenie!" Jake barked. "He's ready!"
Queenie's mouth enveloped Dave's prick, lips clamping about the staff and sliding down until the throbbing head of his tool was deep in her throat. Her tongue, curved to cradle the huge cock, pressed upward against the swollen ventral ridge, undulating to create a milking caress of his prick. She sucked him with hot tugs, bobbing her head just enough to friction the knob in her throat.
Dave's hips moved, gentle at first, pushing his cock up into Queenie's mouth and feeling her teeth scrape gently about it. The girl relaxed her throat, holding her head down as he hunched the strutted column between her tonsils, then sucking hungrily as she drew her lips upward until her mouth held only the satin knob. Her tongue lashed it, hot and wet, curling and twisting to massage the pulsating plum, the tip stiffening to stab the slitted tip, smearing the oozing jism and blending it with her copious salivary bath.
"Don't be bashful, sergeant," Jake encouraged. "Take hold of her head. Since you're going to ejaculate, regardless of what you do, you might just as well enjoy it."
Dave tried to resist the suggestion. But, even as his head wagged angrily in denial, his fingers were twining in the girl's blonde hair, pulling her mouth down over his cock like a glove. He felt her chin bump gently against his scrotal spheres, and he deliberately shoved her nose into his wiry pubic hair.
He felt Shirley's eyes on him, and he swung his head about to see her staring at his middle, her lips parted in an expression he could not decipher. Her gaze lifted and their eyes met at the exact moment his balls contracted in the beginning of orgasm.
"Goddamn!" he groaned, his buttocks tensing to drive his prick deep as the sperm jetted against the back of Queenie's throat. His legs jerked with the swift knotting of muscles, and he rammed the spurting cock through the delicious grip of lips and tongue, spilling his load of hot cream into the girl's noisily sucking mouth.
Queenie timed her vacuuming with instinctive skill, her cheeks hollowing as each glob of come began its trip through the jerking prick, sucking the ropy semen out and swallowing with avid gulps. Dave hardly heard Jake's amused comment, "You'll notice, sergeant," he boasted, "that our girls are completely cooperative. For example, if I were to tell Queenie to do so, she would bite your prick off without the slightest hesitation." He touched the girl's legs with the toe of his shoe. "I'll show you what I mean. Release his cock, Queenie."
The girl's lips slid upward and off with a wet kissing sound. Her face lifted, the eyes glazed with a mixture of lust and excitement. From the corner of her mouth, a thin trickle of white sperm traced the curve of her chin.
"Roll back on your shoulders, sergeant," Jake ordered, "and pull your legs up."
"Go to hell!" Dave grunted. Then he grunted again as Fats reached down to shove him back, moving with astonishing speed to force his arms out and plant his feet on the wrists. Two huge hands grabbed his ankles, and he felt himself doubled backward, his buttocks pulled upward and spread by the awkward parting of his thighs.
"Did you ever have an ass job, sergeant?" Jake asked, ignoring the sudden flurry of activity. Without waiting for an answer, he said, "Give him a sample, Queenie."
Dave's body jerked as he felt the girl's mouth dip between the cheeks of his ass, fastening tightly about his anus. Her lips sucked the tiny circle with powerful and rhythmic tugs, bathing it in her warm saliva. Her tongue tip fluttered about the opening, teasing for a moment before shaping itself into a meaty dagger and forcing its delicate point into his asshole.
"Deep, Queenie," Jake urged. "Make him feel it." His eyes glittered with excitement and his hand drifted to the bulge along his left thigh in an unconscious fondling.
The tongue slid farther into the slippery entrance, broadening to stretch the sphincter, and wriggling its warm bulk against the nerve-laden walls. It twisted and shuddered inside the flexing passage, loosening the taut muscles before beginning a slow sensuous stroking, sliding in and out of his ass while her lips continued to suck savagely about the straining hole.
Dave stared down over his elevated crotch at the girl's blonde hair. His balls were pressed against the bridge of her nose, the big globes spilling to either side as she sucked and tongued his spasming asshole, forcing her saliva into the sensitive aperture and drawing it back about the spearing stiffness of her probing tongue.
His prick was climbing again, rejuvenated by this wanton assault upon his rear. He no longer cared that he was being held in the awkward position by the giant Fats. All that concerned him was a continuation of that delightful rimming of his virgin anus.
"Let the girl rest, Myrtle!" Jake ordered, his fingers and tugging his zipper downward. "Get over here and suck him off!"
Fats grunted impatiently, moving to drop his knees down to secure Dave's wrists, still keeping the man's legs pulled back and spread for Queenie's anal assault. "What about me, Professor?" he rumbled. "Christ! I'm gettin' harder than hell!"
"Myrtle," Jake suggested, his own hand buried inside his fly, moving slowly and caressingly, "take Fats' cock out for him."
The dark-haired girl knelt beside Dave's head, her slender fingers tugging at Fats' fly, opening it and slipping inside. The big man sucked in a sharp breath, grunting as the girl's hand emerged with its incredibly large prize.
Staring up at her efforts, Dave suppressed an exclamation of surprise. He had doubted Shirley's description of the organ that now thrust its thick shaft outward from between the brawny thighs. If anything, she had underestimated the size of the thing. It was, without question, the biggest cock Dave had ever seen.
The thought of that improbable monster forcing its way into Shirley's delicate snatch dampened the exquisite pleasure of Queenie's tongue in his ass. He struggled against the man's grip on his ankles, relaxing when the man's fingers tightened and pain shot up both legs.
"Straddle the sergeant's chest, Myrtle," Jake said. "Fats can screw you while you take care of that." He indicated Dave's prick with his free hand, the other still busy inside his fly.
Myrtle gave the big cock a squeeze, then released it to throw one slender leg across Dave's body when Fats raised the captive limb so she could duck beneath it. He quickly lowered it, leaving her kneeling astride Dave's chest, his contorted legs trapping her in position.
"I can't reach it like this," the girl murmured, darting a glance over her shoulder at the anxious Fats. Dave's cock was almost touching her thrusting breasts. "I'll have to straddle his head."
"Shit!" Fats exclaimed, pulling Dave's right leg higher and forcing his shoulder up off the mattress. "Work your legs back under his arms. I've gotta stick this thing in something!"
Myrtle squirmed backward, her spread crotch centering directly above Dave's face. Helplessly, and not without interest, he stared up at the inviting display of girl flesh, finding his cock throbbing almost painfully as he waited for the girl's mouth to claim it.
Her thighs were lightly tanned and satin smooth, reaching up in a wide-angled stance to converge in the taut plane of her perineum. Dave could see the tiny circle of her asshole, exposed by the forced spread of her buttocks. But his eyes feasted on the parted slash of her moist-lipped cunt, tracing the pink slit whose center flared to reveal the slippery redness of the girl's palpitating vagina.
He found his lower lip tucked between his teeth as Fats' huge cock shoved its meaty helmet beneath the splayed pussy, permitting Dave one brief moment of comparison. His jaw tightened in disbelief. No matter how elastic those delicate cuntal lips might be, they could not possibly contain the monstrous glans that moved toward their juicy embrace with obvious intent.
Myrtle's lithe body contorted above him, her head descending toward his rearing cock, and her ass moving back and down to claim that throbbing giant between her thighs.
Dave felt her mouth envelop the head of his prick at the same moment her pussy fastened its rubbery lips about the shiny tip of Fats' prong, forced inward by the sheer size of the satin plum that slid into the straining circle of cuntal tissue.
The inner labia disappeared, dragged inward by the incredible filling. The outer lips also were tugged inward to embrace the thick shaft that continued its deliberate invasion, making it appear to be sliding relentlessly into a ring of black curls. Dave could see the girl's thighs ripple with the muscular efforts to adjust her belly to the prodigious packing of the protesting vagina.
Then, with a muffled gasp, his mouth flew open and his eyes squeezed shut. The lips that had fastened about the head of his prick were easing downward, and Myrtle's tongue was writhing in continuous massage of the tender glans.
She was already sucking, but the tugging was gentle, as was the envelopment of his cock-flesh. Even the touch of her teeth was a voluptuous caress that brought his hips upward in a bid to drive his eager shaft deeper into her mouth. She blocked his attempted thrust with a deft flick of her tongue, teasing him for a moment before letting the prick slide over the writhing muscle and into her throat, beginning a sensuous fucking motion with her head, twisting her lips about the throbbing spear as she stroked her vacuuming mouth up and down its saliva-smeared hardness.
Dave's eyes slitted to peer up at the girl's hairy crotch, seeing Fats' thick cock almost out of sight in the bushy cunt, the huge wrinkled scrotal sac dangling its weighty globes directly beneath her tightly stretched perineum. As he stared in fascination, the prick slid farther into the encircling pussy, the balls rolling inside their twin pouches and caressing the girl's taut clitoral notch.
Myrtle had taken the full length of the big man's cock, and was beginning to gyrate her sweetly curved ass to friction the huge shaft inside her fully packed vagina. At the same time, she was gobbling Dave's sizable prick with unfeigned hunger, slurping her way up and down the pole and dripping her warm saliva into his thick pubic curls.
Surrounded by the girl's rippling thighs, Dave felt isolated from reality. Unable to resist the demanding waves of tingling pleasure, he gave himself over to the sucking mouth and probing tongue. As Myrtle worked her oral artistry on his cock, Queenie continued to fuck his asshole with her determined tongue. Above him, as if displayed on a life-size screen, Fats' cream-smeared prick pistoned in and out of the kneeling girl's dripping cunt, the thick shaft dragging through the clinging tissue with noisy slurpings.
He felt his nuts straining, and realized that one of the girls was fondling them with warm fingers, sliding the oyster-like globes about inside their pliant sac. His hips tried to respond to the two sucking mouths, but his position was such that the only possible movement was internal. His anal muscles gripped and squeezed the writhing tongue that slithered in and out of his asshole, squishing and gurgling through the accumulation of saliva and his own hot juices.
Myrtle's mouth sucked up and down, her tongue twirling in constant frictioning of the throbbing prick. Again and again, she took the full length of pulsating hardness, pummelling the throbbing knob and nursing it with avid pulls. Relaxing her hot throat, she let the head thrust savagely between her tonsils, swallowing hungrily to squeeze the sensitive glans in the churning channel.
Inches above his contorted face, the big man's cock was racing in and out of the girl's straining cunt, its pulsing bulk glistening with her slippery lubricant, the oily sheen displaying flecks of white where Fats' own jism had been drawn from the shaft to mingle with her copious juices.
The proximity of the monstrous organ made it appear even larger, its heavily veined shaft pistoning into the hairy crotch as if trying to reach the other prick that was thrusting down her throat with equal vigor. Dave could imagine the two cock-heads almost touching inside the girl's writhing, hunching body, and the thought added to the already powerful waves of pleasure that jolted his loaded balls.
He hated the huge man. Hated him for what he was, what he had done, and what he was doing. Yet, trapped in the rapidly mounting tide of ecstasy, he felt an obscene kinship with the grunting creature whose cock shared the girl's receptive body with his own jerking phallus.
Dave would splash his sperm down her throat, and Fats would empty his gigantic balls into her greedy vagina. It was tempting to imagine the two loads meeting in her knotting belly, filling her until the ropy semen spilled out about their plunging cocks.
Fats' powerful thrusts shoved Myrtle forward, and she timed her oral engulfment so that the big man literally pushed her mouth down onto Dave's prick. The movement shifted Dave's body with each stroke, resulting in a matching impalement of his asshole on Queenie's probing tongue. The combination was more than he could resist.
His balls, trapped between the girls' faces, seemed to expand in that exquisite preparation for loosing their torrid load, and Dave choked back a sharp cry of pleasure. Dimly, for his ears were filled with the wet kissing sound of Fats' pistoning shaft and the big man's rhythmic grunts, he heard the Professor's sudden exclamation.
"Wait, Myrtle." The sharply spoken command froze the girl with Dave's cock lodged just behind her teeth. Her head stopped bobbing, but she continued to flay the sensitive glans with that skilled tongue, and Fats kept fucking until the Professor's voice made him drag the massive shaft out of the girl's froth-rimmed cunt. As the monster retreated, Dave found himself comparing the cock to a greasy baseball bat, and he looked up at the girl's slit in erotic awe, amazed that the dainty labia had actually contained such a large organ without any visible damage.
"Unplug, Queenie," Jake ordered. "Mount him, and fuck him off. I want the sergeant to see everything that's going on."
The hot muscle slipped reluctantly from his anus, and Dave watched Myrtle steal one last lick at the head of his cock as she released it. Fats eased the pressure on his elevated legs, returning them to their normal position.
Queenie straddled his thighs, her blonde bush parting to reveal the wet trench of her cunt and the juicy slit of her vaginal doorway. Expertly, swiftly, she adjusted her naked body until her crotch was poised over his rearing cock. Using both hands to aim the thick shaft, she slid her pussy down onto its hardness with a little grunt of satisfaction, wiggling her hips as the prick probed the slippery depths, stretching and filling, throbbing inside her like a powerful engine.
Dave's ass surged upward to ram the last two inches into her hot sheath, completing her impalement by grinding his pelvic arch against hers. He was only seconds from orgasm, his resistance eroded by the expert headjob delivered by the black-haired Myrtle.
He would have preferred to come in Myrtle's mouth, for she had built a raging fire in his huge balls with the promise of continued suction when his prick began spurting. But Queenie's cunt was just as delightful in a different way. It couldn't match the exciting caress of Myrtle's agile tongue, but its jism-slickened walls were shivering and undulating about his cock in a way that promised to pull the semen from him just as effectively as any mouth.
As the blonde began riding his fuckpole, Dave's head rolled to one side, and his eyes met Shirley's, holding for a moment before the pleasure of Queenie's posting cunt became too intense, and he squeezed his eyelids down, his hands flashing up to urge the panting girl into a more vigorous hunching.
Shirley watched Dave's hips bounce under Queenie's juicy assault, recognizing the imminence of his orgasm, and she could not blame him. He was just as incapable of resisting the girl's demanding pussy as she had been to avoid releasing her own orgasmic nectar to the lips and tongue that had so skillfully invaded her aroused cunt.
"You see, Officer Bascomb," Jake's voice jerked her eyes upward to where the man stood, his fist curled loosely about his exposed organ. "Resistance is quite futile. Only a few moments ago, Sergeant Montrose was protesting against what Jabber was doing to you. Now, watch how eagerly he does the same thing to Queenie."
It was true, Shirley admitted. Dave was fucking back with unrestrained savagery, slamming his thick cock up into the girl's belly with little grunts of effort, and his fingers were digging into her slender waist to slam her down on the swollen shaft, again and again, faster and faster.
"Goddamn!" Dave groaned, his brawny legs tightening and jerking as the shivers of pleasure became gut-wrenching spasms of blinding ecstasy. His come bolted upward to splash deep inside Queenie's convulsing pussy, spraying her cervix and bathing the throbbing head of his exploding prick. The hot cream surrounded his cock, massaged and spread by the exquisite undulations of her climaxing vagina. Queenie knew how to use that cunt, tightening the muscles to milk his cock and suck the semen from its jerking bulk.
Shirley discovered that her own pussy was quivering with excitement, and her nipples were taut with vicarious lust. The orgasm she had experienced with Myrtle had left her drained, but she could feel the hot juices trickling from deep inside her cunt, and she tightened her thighs against the pleasant ache.
Jake appeared to ignore her as he stripped off his clothing, his prick jutting out from his black-haired crotch in continued erection. It was larger than Jabber's, but not as big as the monster sported by Fats. It was almost, Shirley estimated, the same size as Dave's. Perhaps just a trifle larger. Immediately, she wondered why she had drawn that comparison.
It was obvious that Jake intended to fuck her. She found the fact disturbing, but no longer frightening. He was, after all, only a man, and she knew how to handle a male. Had she been allowed more time to adjust, she would have reacted differently to Jabber's abortive assault. In any event, there was no way she could avoid whatever the group decided to do with her.
When Jabber had splashed his load of sticky come on her face, Shirley's response was more closely allied to anger than to shame. There had even been a little flicker of excitement when the hot semen had splattered against her lips, as if some hidden facet of her personality were striving for expression, roused from life-long slumber by the degradation suggested by the act.
Jake touched her foot with his, the contact casual. His cock was the only evidence of lust, for his eyes were cold and his voice was dry and unemotional.
"Get on your hands and knees," he said. "I feel in the mood for a little dog-fucking." He saw her hesitancy, and his eyes narrowed. "Move, pig! If you're worth a damn, I may give it to you belly to belly. But you're going to take it any way I want to give it to you."
Shirley glanced at Dave. He appeared not to have heard the softly voiced threat. His eyes were closed, and he was working his hips under Queenie's hunching ass as the blonde pumped her way toward yet another come. Above his head, using only the edge of the mattress, but close enough to permit the big man to reach out and thwart any sudden move, Fats was feeding his huge prick in and out of Myrtle's dripping cunt again, making the girl grunt with the powerful thrusts.
Clenching her teeth, Shirley rolled onto her belly and drew her knees up until her ass reared invitingly. Then, bracing her hands on the mattress, she slid one knee far to the side, feeling the coolness of the air as her cunt lips parted.
Jake sank down behind her, between her calves, rocking back on his heels and running his fingers over the twin globes of her buttocks with feather-light touch. Shirley sucked in a deep breath, and he chuckled, suddenly moving forward to shove his stiffened prong between her thighs, letting it slap up against her perineum and the crack of her cunt.
"Put it in, Officer Bascomb," he demanded, bracing his curved fingers on her narrow waist. He waited until her hand captured his shaft and aimed it, then pushed the meaty head into the juicy mouth of her pussy, surprising her by halting just inside the shivering hot clasp of her vagina. She braced herself for the thrust that never came. Instead, the man's voice floated down from above and behind her rearing ass.
"Squeeze my prick, Officer," he said, tenseness betraying the pleasure of her hot pussy about his inserted glans. He gave that humorless chuckle again. "Pretend you're putting the pinch on some poor slob who's illegally parked."
Shirley considered refusing, and decided against it The man was totally unpredictable, and she was certain he would find some way to make her regret the act.
She tightened her vaginal sphincter about the meaty intruder, feeling a curious satisfaction at her ability to obey. Jesus! The man had a big cock! The moment she flexed her cunt, the muscles were blocked by the thick shaft that stretched her labia into a straining circle.
"Not bad," Jake murmured. "If I had the time and patience, I might teach you how to fuck. Now, just keep doing that. Pinch it then relax. You can count as you do it. Aloud, if you please. Tighten on the count of one, and relax on the count of two."
Shirley licked her lips. "One!" she hissed, clamping her vaginal lips about his prick, feeling its heat and hardness in her dainty pussy. "Two!" The muscles relaxed, and Jake slipped about two inches into her, pulling back before she could count again.
"One! Two! One! Two!" Each time the circle of juicy tissue relaxed, Jake shoved his engorged meat into her, yanking it back for the next delicious squeeze.
Her cunt was yielding its hot juices, ignoring her repeated mental commands to pretend it was not being invaded. The slippery sheath rippled and convulsed in response to each shallow thrust, embracing the huge prick with loving caress. Her mind told her she was being raped, but her pussy recognized nothing other than the increasingly delightful sensation of the stroking cock.
Jake grinned down at the girl's flawless back, admiring the slight tensing of her smooth thighs as she tightened her cunt about his tool. She wasn't a bad piece of ass! Later, after he had satisfied his need for her complete submission, he would fuck her without the unusual perversions.
"Faster!" he urged, driving his cock deeper into the slippery channel. He felt the exquisite shiver of her pussy as it accepted the thick prong, the delicate walls expanded and frictioned by his stroking prick.
Suddenly, and without warning, he shoved the full length into her, his belly smacking harshly against her curved rump as he held his cock inside her wriggling cunt, jabbing the head against the spasming cervix until the girl gasped with the onslaught of an unintentional climax. He let the vagina undulate about his tool just long enough to insure her orgasm. Then, as quickly as he had hilted it, he yanked his prick completely out of her body and sat back on his heels, watching her lovely ass twist and strain with the powerful shudders of a helpless come.
The flush of her orgasm spread like a furious blush over her neck and shoulders, and her rearing ass performed a series of savage hunches before she was able to bring them under control. Between her thighs, Jake could see the wet lips of her pussy pushing in and out as the spasms of climax surged through her belly.
Before she could finish, he trapped his cock with one hand and aimed it at the tiny rose of her anus, chuckling aloud at her moaned protest when she felt the huge head press determinedly into her spasming asshole. Once he was in position, Jake gripped her hips with both hands and forced the thick knob past her reluctant sphincter.
"UUNNGGHH!" Shirley bleated, sprawling forward on the mattress, her legs jerking as Jake followed her down, feeding more of the thick cock into her tail. Trapped between the mattress and his relentless pressure, she could only wiggle in helpless protest, gasping and groaning as his prick stretched her intestine, driving deeper and deeper into her belly.
Little beads of perspiration popped out on Jake's forehead as he screwed his cock into the tight corridor, wincing at the powerful tug of the clenching walls, but powering the thick tool deeper with a determined pressure. Halfway in, he paused, bracing his hands on her waist and staring down at the nexus of cock and anus, a sight he found both fascinating and arousing.
"Don't tell me you've never been fucked in the ass," Jake murmured. "I thought pigs did it that way all the tune."
"Damn you!" Shirley groaned. "It hurts!"
"Good!" Jake chuckled. "Now, let's see how it feels when I shove it all the way in."
Again, grunting with effort, he began working his cock deeper into her writhing bottom, grinning as he saw the shaft sink between the splayed cheeks of her ass. He gave a little sigh of satisfaction as his balls moved into the wet cleft of her cunt, and his belly pressed firmly against the upper curve of her trembling buttocks. Beneath him, the girl gave a whimper, her hips moving in an effort to adjust her intestine to the huge invader.
Her face shoved against the mattress, Shirley chewed her lower lip, her entire body burning with the incredible pressure of the thing that filled her belly, throbbing and jerking against the tender walls as if seeking to burst out into her belly.
She had lied, she admitted to herself, when she told the Professor that it hurt. There was no pain. Only that unbelievable hugeness that stretched her anus until every nerve was exposed. God! If he fucked her like that, she would faint.
"NOOOOOO!" she yelped, unable to prevent the sudden cry. The prick was sliding back through her colon, and it felt as though her insides were being tugged out with it. The shaft slid through her anus, plucking at the sensitive circle, and thrills shot up into her belly, loosing a flood of hot juice from the expanded walls of her chute.
Bathed by the oily exudation, Jake's prick began a slow pistoning, driving in and out of her ass as his hips rode up and down over her writhing bottom. He let her feel his full weight on her naked back, and his hands slid beneath her, fingers finding the prominent tips of her breasts and milking them with a pressure that would have been painful at any other time. As it was, Shirley found the harsh tugging and twisting a pleasurable adjunct of the frictioning in her spasming tail.
As before, her body was responding, her hips lifting to meet the inward thrust of the hard cock, and her rectal muscles squeezing the throbbing shaft as it fucked her with a steady rhythm.
He was going to come, Shirley realized, when the force and speed of the strokes increased. Jake's hands deserted her tits, sliding down to her belly and lifting her ass to meet his fierce plunges. Draped across his arms, his prick slamming deep and hard into her protesting anus, Shirley felt more helpless than at any time since her capture.
The man was not using her as a woman. She was a mere receptacle into which he could spurt his semen. Yet, even that hideous awareness increased the excitement that tingled through her cunt and caused her asshole to squeeze lovingly about the very cock that was violating her with such savagery.
She cried aloud when he shoved his prick deep, almost lifting her on its stiffened shaft, and jabbed rapidly until the hot sperm leaped from the buried tip to fill her belly with its slippery wetness. As his arms jiggled her on his exploding cock, she felt the thick cream forced back about his pole and out of her bunghole, trickling sluggishly down over her taut perineum.
My god! she exclaimed to herself. I'm right on the edge of an orgasm! Fucked in the ass by a criminal pervert, she was almost ready to spill her cookies in response to his brutal assault on her tender rear.
As Jake pulled his spent organ from her rectum, she heard Dave cry out, and she rolled her head about just in time to see his hips buck and jerk as he shot his wad into Queenie's churning snatch.
We're just alike, she told herself. Get us out of our uniforms, and we can't resist a chance to get it off with anybody who will ball us. She wanted to cry, but there were no tears.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Violet Montrose stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette and glared angrily at the wall clock Dave had bought right after they moved into the house.
Dave had never been this late without calling. Occasionally, he had to stay over, filling out reports, interrogating a witness or suspect, all of which she understood, yet complained about as though she didn't.
She blamed herself for the barrier that had grown up between them. But she found herself incapable of changing from what Dave thought she was. After living a lie for six years, it was almost impossible to drop the mask and reveal herself as she had been before their marriage.
Dave had never known how much she wanted to do the things he hesitatingly suggested, or how eagerly she had gone down on him during their brief courtship. She had held herself in check because she believed that he would think her cheap if she really let go. Then, after the marriage, she had bottled up her highly passionate nature in the hope that he would never discover just how hot she was. Now, faced with his ultimatum, she could think of no way to change without revealing the sustained lie.
She lit another cigarette, her negligee parting to reveal the deep valley between the plump firm mounds with their strawberry tips. Unconsciously, one hand crept up to finger the succulent nipple of her left breast, rolling and tugging until it swelled into a strutted tilt, and she was beginning to breathe more rapidly.
She let the sheer fabric fall away from her lush thighs, the hand gliding down over the curve of her belly to touch the brown curls of her cuntal mound. She licked her lips, flicking her sultry gaze at the clock again.
If she hurried, she would have time to work herself into a satisfying climax before Dave arrived. She could hear the car when it pulled into the drive, and that would give her plenty of time to straighten her negligee. The hand cupped the plump mound, her middle finger curling inward to caress the moist trench.
Jesus! If Dave only knew how much she wanted him to kiss that hungry pussy. But it would never do to show him that side of her personality. Her mother had warned her about that, and she had convinced Dave that she regarded all such activity as perversion.
The finger was inside the clenching vagina, stirring and probing. Her thumb found the sensitive clitoral nub and began rubbing it, the sleek thighs spreading as the caresses began spreading the little tingles of pleasure throughout her eager cunt.
She added a second finger, working the two of them in and out, biting her lip when the vaginal juice seeped out to lubricate the busy digits. Deftly, she moistened her thumb in the slippery warmth and returned to her massage of the distended clitoris. The fingers were driving deep, wiggling about inside the fluttering lips, stroking faster and faster.
Still masturbating, she took a last drag from the cigarette and stubbed it out, using the free hand to pull her left tit up to where she could reach it with pursed lips and avid tongue.
Catching the nipple between her teeth, she flayed the tasty nub with broad sweeps of her tongue, sucking with little whimpers as her fingers fucked deeper and faster between her quivering thighs, the whole hand wet with her vaginal fluids.
The sound of a car pulling into the drive made her head snap up, releasing her tit with a noisy slurp. The frigging fingers froze in position, but the lips of her cunt continued their rhythmic flexing.
Damn! She had almost made it! Just a moment more, and she could have blasted off. Rising on legs that trembled slightly, she plucked tissues from the small holder, wiping her sticky fingers and gently patting the sensitive lips of her pussy.
Maybe, she grinned to herself, if she met Dave with her negligee open, he would forget that ridiculous threat. If he would just put it in, she would pop like a pistol. Of course, he would never know that she was coming. It would be a quiet secretive orgasm, but she would be temporarily satisfied.
She hurried through the house, reaching the front door before Dave would have time to make it from the car, waiting until she heard his step. Quickly, she threw open the door and pulled her negligee wide.
"Jesus Christ!"
Chuck Newman stood with one hand almost touching the bell button, his eyes wide as they raced up and down the delightfully curved body, lingering on the cherry-tipped breasts and the profuse tangle of brown curls at the apex of the columnar thighs.
For a moment, Violet froze in position, holding the sheer cloth away from her body and feeling her nipples stiffen in response to the man's surprised and approving stare.
"Oh, my god!"
Swiftly, she gathered the fabric about herself, retreating a step backward, her lips working in a desperate search for words.
"I thought... I thought you were Dave!"
Recovered from his initial surprise, Chuck Newman gave her one of his famous smiles. "Dave's a lucky guy," he said, "if you greet him like that every day."
They knew each other only in the most casual way. Violet had seen him countless times on the huge TV set, but they had spoken only on those few occasions when she and Dave ran across Chuck and Shirley in one of the city's nightspots.
Blushing furiously, she clutched the robe more tightly and gestured, "Come in, Chuck. You must think I'm a complete idiot."
He entered, removing his hat and waiting until she had closed the door before answering, "On the contrary. I think you're a most beautiful woman."
She took his hat, losing her grip on the negligee, and one lovely breast peeped at him as she said, "I'm worried about Dave. He's never been this late before."
"That's why I came over," Chuck answered. "Shirley hasn't come home, either. I started to call."
Violet's eyes narrowed. "I knew it!" she exclaimed. "I knew it would happen! They're off together somewhere."
Chuck's brow elevated. "Dave and Shirley?" he repeated. "Is that just a guess? Or do you know something I don't?"
"I know how Dave's been acting lately," she retorted angrily. "She's a woman and he's a man. That's all it takes."
His forefinger massaged his deeply cleft chin. "That's not real evidence," he said slowly. "You're a woman and I'm a man, but we're not doing anything unusual."
Violet gave an irritated shake of her head. "It would serve them both right if we did!" she exclaimed. She took a step toward him, her eyes hot with emotion. "If they can play, why can't we?"
Her breasts, full and half naked as the negligee fell away, were almost touching his chest, and his cock began stiffening in spite of his half-hearted protest.
"Christ, Violet! I've never been in this sort of a situation before."
The tits contacted, and his arms went about her waist, instinctively and eagerly, feeling the warm softness of her body as it molded itself against his, her hips grinding hungrily about the growing length of hardening prick. Their lips met and fused, Violet's tongue invading his mouth and snaking about his own, her hands sliding restlessly up and down his broad back.
His lips moved against hers, his voice husky with desire. "What if Dave comes in?"
"He won't!" she said breathlessly, pressing her cunt more demandingly against the ridge of his erection. "You know what they're doing right this minute!"
His arms tightened, and he looked past her tousled hair to the open door of the bedroom. Without a word, he scooped her up and carried her into the semi-darkness, depositing her on the bed and beginning to undress. Eagerly, Violet wriggled out of her negligee and lay watching him, her fingers stroking the tingling nipples of her heaving breasts. One slender leg lifted to slide the satin thigh against its counterpart as she felt her pussy quiver and moisten with increasing lust.
Chuck shed his last garment, and turned to observe Violet's reaction, his cock jutting threateningly from its bushy base, and his balls swollen with desire for the impatient creature who beckoned him with sultry gaze.
She sat up as he approached the bed, reaching for his waist and drawing him to her, her lips planting a wet kiss on his flat belly. He gasped as her other hand slid up between his thighs to pause teasingly at his testicles, then move up to curve hotly about his strutted prong.
He gasped again when her warm lips surrounded the sensitive glans and she sucked the swollen head into her mouth, laving it with saliva and worshipping it with her swirling tongue.
Biting his lip as the pleasure jolted through his heavy balls, Chuck stared down at the woman's furry crotch, a new and powerful hunger gripping him. He had felt it before, with Shirley, but he had never surrendered to its demands. Now, as Violet nursed his cock with her insistent mouth, whimpering her enjoyment of the meaty feast, he found the urge irresistible.
Carefully, lest he tug his prick from that delightfully sucking grip, he lowered himself to the bed beside Violet, his head toward her feet, quickly pressing his lips to the soft flesh of her thigh before he could change his mind.
Moaning her reaction to his touch, Violet adjusted her body without relaxing her tugging lips. Before Chuck realized her intention, he was on his back, and she was astride his upturned face, her delicate pussy staring down at him with its single moist eye.
He closed his lips tightly as the wet slit descended, shutting his eyes, too, when he felt the soft flesh press quiveringly against his mouth and chin, her juices bathing his skin as she squirmed her hips to friction her cuntal lips against him.
The musky scent of her pussy invaded his nostrils, a tart odor that made him open his mouth and flick his tongue into the juicy crevice that worked against his lips as if sharing a long kiss. The taste, slightly salty and completely feminine, loosed his last inhibition. Greedily, he plunged his mouth into the dripping furrow, his tongue driving up into her pussy with avid thrusts and instinctive gyrations.
His mouth, sucking greedily, filled with her vaginal exudation, and he swallowed, his throat tingling with the tasty fluids. His tongue plunged more rapidly, scooping the slippery juice from the pulsating sheath. His teeth gnawed the pliant lips of her cunt with gentle urgency, and his hips worked his throbbing prick in rhythm with the mouth that rode up and down in a mind-bending envelopment of his turgid shaft.
Instinctively, he knew that she would not object to his pelvic thrusts. She was already sliding her lips almost to the base of his throbbing cock, twisting her head about with each descent to provide the maximum friction of tongue and palate about his passion-hardened meat.
As her mouth slid down, Chuck shoved his hips upward, and felt her lips drive all the way to the base of his engorged phallus. His glans speared her throat, and Violet swallowed repeatedly, each gulp a hot suction that rolled the wet tissues against his hilted prick. Her tongue, curved beneath his prong, undulated encouragingly.
Chuck had been blown before, and he had tasted the exquisite nectar of a pussy. But he had never before surrendered himself to the overwhelming luxury of feasting on a juicy cunt.
With Shirley, he had played the sexual aggressor, using her as a receptacle for his ejaculation, and displaying little regard for her pleasure. Now, as Violet sucked so lovingly on his cock, he found himself intent on increasing her enjoyment of the oral exchange.
He deserted the slippery vaginal entrance and concentrated on the swollen nub of her clitoris, catching the meaty bud between his teeth and flicking his tongue back and forth across the sensitive tip. Violet reacted by grinding her dripping pussy against his chin, mouth and nose, her warm cuntal juice spreading over his greedy lips as he sucked at the tasty morsel, finding that his oral caress served to spur the excited girl to a more rapid bobbing on his straining prick.
Without warning, Violet was coming, her hips grinding and pumping as the orgasmic explosions ripped through her steaming cunt. Chuck quickly released the retreating clitoris and opened his mouth wide, covering the entire opening of her spasming slit He pulled the pliant lips between his teeth, shoving his fluttering tongue up into the convulsing channel, feeling it tighten about his oral member as he sucked the warm outpouring of her climax, swallowing as fast as he could in an effort to claim all of the delicious liquid.
Violet's body shuddered from head to toe, and her lips surrendered their greedy hold on his cock, her head lifting to roll wildly as she tried to pull her hips from his powerful grip. His fingers, clutching the cheeks of her quivering ass, were like bonds that kept her cunt glued to his slurping mouth.
"Wait! Chuck! Please! My god! I can't stand it, honey!"
Reluctantly, he eased the savage siphoning of her carnal honey, his tongue withdrawing from the mushy orifice to broaden and lick upward through the quivering slit. He planted a noisy kiss on her re-hooded clitoris as she dismounted, panting and moaning, easing her voluptuous curves onto the bed beside him.
Chuck rolled onto his back, sudden laughter bubbling from his throat and causing Violet to sit up and stare at him in confusion. His cock, still wet with her 'saliva, and still throbbing with its unspent load, wiggled with the violent shudders of amusement.
"Mind letting me in on the joke?" Violet demanded, one brow elevating in curiosity.
"I was just imagining the reaction of my adoring fans," he gasped, "if they could have seen me with my face buried in your snatch."
Violet frowned, grinned, then giggled. "Jesus! Yeah! I see what you mean. Chuck Newman, handsome newsman!" She broke off to join him in a fit of laughter that doubled her body, bringing her face down to his in a kiss that began playfully, and ended with him guiding her mouth back to his rearing prick.
She claimed him without question or resistance, sucking the engorged prong with noisy slurps, her tongue circling and swirling as she worked her lips up and down the strutted column. Her fingers, soft and gentle, fondled his swollen balls, rolling and squeezing, her nails raking lightly along the sensitive area between the scrotal sac and his anus, finally teasing the tiny circle as she felt his cock swell and shudder inside her sucking mouth.
His come flooded her throat, forcing her to swallow again and again as the thick cream spurted from the jerking prick. She moaned her happiness, using her lips to milk the throbbing joint, tongue licking savagely across the slitted tip to gather the last delicious drop of his seminal offering.
Chuck pulled the whimpering Violet up to where his mouth could feast on hers, his tongue driving and searching as the taste of his own come tantalized his oral buds. He rolled her over, mounting her writhing body and grinding his hard prick against her warm belly, his balls rolling in the wet trench of her cunt as" she wrapped her legs about him and worked her crotch up in unspoken invitation.
"Why the hell would Dave want to cut out on something like this?" he demanded hoarsely, his chest moving slowly and caressingly against her distended nipples. "My god, Violet! You're everything a man could want!"
She tried to concentrate on his words, but her voice was strained by the hunger for that cock that lay trapped between their bellies. "I've never done that for Dave," she admitted. "Not since we were married, anyway." She pushed her hips upward. "How about Shirley? Did you ever eat her like that?"
He wagged his head. "No, damn it! I was always too busy thinking about what she would think of me if I did it. Hell! I wanted to. I just didn't."
Violet made a little face. "So, they're off somewhere doing the things we wouldn't do with them."
"And we're not exactly wasting time," he reminded her, running his tongue across her open mouth. "I think, in view of all that's happened, the next logical step is as follows."
He lifted his hips and dragged the head of his prick back through her bush, laying it in the slippery jaws of her cunt, the tip pressing gently against her inner labia.
"Oh, my god!" she breathed. "Yes!"
Her ass came up off the bed, sliding her pussy onto his cock before he could begin that delightful first thrust. She wiggled her hips, frictioning the slippery walls of her vagina about the hot hardness, convulsing the powerful muscles in rhythmic squeezings that made him gasp.
With one savage movement, he slid the full length of his prong into the juicy corridor, ramming the rounded tip against her spasming cervix and holding it there as her ass bucked in delighted reaction.
"Do it slow!" she panted, screwing her convulsing cunt about the hilted hardness, hips jerking as the exquisite tingles of pleasure radiated from the deep frictioning. Her nerve-laced labia, stretched by the thick base of his shaft, shivered and tightened about the hot meat. "God! I love it when it's real slow!"
Chuck covered her mouth with his, their tongues fencing in a lazy dance that was more exciting because of its restraint. His thighs tensed, his buttocks relaxing as he pulled his cock slowly and smoothly outward through the pulsating clutch of her pussy.
The flared rim of his glans tugged the fluttering labial sphincter into a distended ring, pausing so they could both savor the anticipation of re-entry. When he began that delicious slide, Violet worked her ass in a wide circling, grinding the mushy grip about his prick until he groaned in ecstasy and shoved it to the hilt, his balls pressing tightly against her writhing ass.
Her vaginal juices bubbled about his shaft, seeping out to trickle over his nut sac and the crack of her hunching tail. He rolled his balls against her ass, his pubic arch massaging her clitoral notch and the swollen nub that throbbed at the apex of the strained circle.
Chuck forced himself to work slowly, something he had always considered senseless. With Shirley, and with her predecessors, he had banged away with only one goal in mind, and without regard for their participatory pleasure. Now, suddenly and dramatically, his attitude was reversed, and he was intent on pleasing the lovely creature whose deliciously tight cunt undulated about his probing cock.
The slow passage of his prick through the contracting passage enabled him to enjoy the more subtle motions of that torrid sleeve. He could feel each distinct ripple of the vaginal muscles, like hot fingers sliding inward about his cock, and he could savor the individual gushes of her cunt juice, bathing his throbbing shaft as it slid up into the churning depths.
Violet was almost out of her head with excitement. Never before had she felt so completely free with a man, able to exercise every muscle and control his movements with only a whispered suggestion.
"Damn!" Chuck murmured, staring at her contorted features as she panted her way through the lengthy orgasm. "What a pussy!"
In and out, squishing and gurgling, his prick stroked through the clenching sleeve, frictioning the delicate nerves into another and more powerful come. The vagina tightened about his cock with almost painful force, the slippery walls churning and caressing. His own pleasure mounted, the thrills stabbing every nerve of his, perspiring body.
"I'm gonna come, baby!" Vie rasped, beginning to pound his hips against hers with an accelerated tempo, making her grunt as he slammed his engorged prick against her womb-mouth with each deep thrust.
"Oh, god! Yes!" she cried, her legs climbing and scissoring his arching back, shoving her gurgling cunt up to receive his harsh shoves. "Shoot me full!"
He was driving for the finish, his ass hammering between her thighs with a furious rhythm, his prick sloshing in and out of the frothing lips of her pussy and jabbing the deepest recess of her responsive cunt.
For what seemed like an eternity, there was only the unique sound of their meshing organs and the excited gasps of combined effort. The sound mounted in intensity and speed, climbing to an unbearable peak before Chuck rammed his cock into her and gripped her writhing ass with both powerful hands, his body jerking as the semen burst from his balls and spurted into her gulping snatch, meeting an answering explosion of that velvet sheath as Violet worked her crotch in a wild circle and milked his prick with vaginal contractions that left him gasping and drained.
They fell apart, gasping for breath, bodies streaked with sweat, and Violet's pussy dribbling an overflow of their mingled juices. It was she who dragged herself down to take his slippery cock between her lips, nursing it with loving suction and teasing the sensitive head into renewed readiness with her swirling tongue.
When he cried out with the nearness of his orgasm, she only tightened her mouth about the upper half, her warm fingers pumping the base of his cock as she sucked even harder, making little nasal sounds as her tousled head bobbed up and down, drawing him over the brink and into the whirling ecstasy of a savage come that lifted his convulsing buttocks off the bed.
She claimed his ropy sperm with hungry gulps, swallowing rapidly in an attempt to catch all of the delicious cream. Chuck was only dimly aware of her sharp fingernail, teasing his flexing anus as he spurted his load against the writhing tongue.
Violet left him sprawled on the bed, padding naked into the small den and returning with two heavily spiked drinks. She smiled as his eyes watched her approach, the hot gaze dwelling on the chestnut curls of her triangle and the cherry-tipped perfection of the firm tits. She handed him one of the frosty glasses and sat down on the foot of the bed.
"It's funny," she said in a soft voice. "I hardly know you, yet I feel more free, somehow, than I ever have with Dave."
"Same here," he nodded. He gave a little frown as he added, "Maybe that's why they did it."
Violet sipped the powerful drink. "I read somewhere that most married people are more inhibited with their mate than with a stranger."
"That's what I mean," he said. "I don't see how we can blame them. We didn't waste any time getting together."
She stuck out her tongue at him. "You took advantage of my innocence. After all, you're a handsome television personality, and I'm just a little old housewife."
He laughed, easily and contentedly, swirling the liquid in the delicate glass before taking a long sip. His eyes played over the thrusting curve of her high breasts, seeing the nipples stiffen as she became aware of his appraisal.
"You're getting me excited again," she said in a silky purr, her hips moving suggestively against the rumpled sheet. "I haven't done it twice in a row in ages."
"So?" he murmured, his cock swelling and rising above his belly. "Does that mean you don't want it?' Her eyes twinkled, and the pink tongue danced across her soft lower lip, white teeth flashing. "That means I'm about to be violated," she giggled. "Are you really going to violate me, Chuck?"
He sat up, reaching for her drink, and waiting until she emptied it before plucking the glass from her hand. He placed them both on the bedside table, pulling her down and mounting her inviting nakedness in one easy motion.
Violet's thighs became velvet clamps about his arched hips, and her heels found purchase on his taut buttocks to lever her dripping cunt upward against the throbbing knob of his regenerated prick. The greedy lips slipped over the engorged head, and her vaginal muscles sucked him deep into her belly, squeezing and massaging the invading hardness until he began fucking her, plunging through the slippery accumulation of their previous mating.
"Good?" he queried, grinding his nut sac against her wriggling ass.
"Delicious!" she panted, working her hips beneath his slowly hammering pelvis, and exercising the powerful internal muscles about the frictioning cock. "If the women who watch your newscast knew how wonderful you are in bed, they'd fuck you to death."
"I'll settle for you," he murmured, alternating his deep thrusts with a little twist of his hips that made her ass jerk with appreciative response.
"Don't spoil it, Chuck," she reminded him. "Don't get heavy." She was reaching for a climax, her ass bouncing with frantic speed, as though it had developed a will of its own. The only evidence of her mini-orgasm was a pause in her speech and a rhythmic convulsion of her juicy cunt as Chuck continued spearing its torrid depths with his throbbing prick.
He let his chest rub the distended nipples as he nibbled at a dainty ear lobe, his words gusting softly. "Okay, I'll put it another way. I'll settle for you and Shirley."
"And Dave," she added breathlessly. "If you include one, you have to include the other. I think I'd like that."
He almost halted his steady stroking, but the sensation of sliding through that deliciously clenching pussy was stronger than the surprise of her remark.
"Do you mean all at once?" he said, tightening his grip on her shoulders and hunching his prong in and out with a harsher thrusting, his belly slapping audibly against hers.
Her fingers raked, making him wince and speed up even more. "Be honest," she panted. "Wouldn't it be nice to have them right here in the bed with us?"
For a moment, Chuck rejected the image. Then, the sheer audacity of her suggestion fanned his excitement, and he closed his eyes, imagining Shirley's magnificent body beside him, with Dave Montrose driving his engorged prick in and out of that luscious blonde pussy, just as he, Chuck, stroked Violet's dripping cunt A red haze of quick jealousy almost blotted out the image. But a strange enjoyment washed the sudden anger away, leaving only a mounting desire to turn the dream into reality. He could almost feel Dave's knee against his own as they pumped away at the two lovely creatures, knowing that they could change mounts at will.
"What makes you think Dave would go along with the idea?" Still pounding, stirring the juices into a slippery lather about his balls as they flopped rhythmically against her busy tail.
"Why shouldn't he?" She met each deep probe of his cock with a savage gyration of her elevated ass. "Each of you has fucked both of us."
"Yeah," he groaned as a stab of ecstasy lanced his roiling balls. "But not at the same time in the same bed."
"Wouldn't that make it even better?" she demanded, her vaginal muscles milking him as she neared another delicious climax. Her long legs worked to lever her cunt up and down on his plunging cock.
"Yes, damn it!" he gasped. His hips were out of control, hammering his prong into her with fierce thrusts. "I'd even like to see Dave do it to you!"
They were unable to pursue the subject any further. Their bodies shook with the violence of the orgasm that slammed their loins together in a furious release. Violet's pussy unleashed a hot gush of thick juice that laved Chuck's prick just as it bored through the undulating sheath to spurt its own rich cream deep in the flexing tunnel, his sperm jetting against the greedy mouth of her convulsing womb.
"Don't take it out!" she whimpered when the exquisite spasms had subsided. "Jesus! It feels so good in there!"
Chuck's chest bore down on the firm softness of her tits, his mouth almost touching her wet lips. "What if Dave comes in?"
"Who gives a damn?" she said, her eyes glazed in the aftermath of their passion. "He's probably up to his ears in Shirley's crack!"
"You want to know something?" he said, working his hips in a little circle that moved his prick in the mushy heat of her delicious cunt. "I hope to hell he is. It would make what we're doing seem right."
Violet wasn't listening. Already, she was rocking her ass in another climax, her pussy shuddering and sucking his hilted cock. Before she was done, he was fucking her again, lost in a blazing inferno of lust that he could not resist.
The bed echoed the rhythm of their coupling flesh, and their throaty cries blended with the sound of his prick as it pistoned in and out of her semen-filled cunt, frictioning the dancing nerves into an ecstasy beyond precedent.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One at a time, Shirley and Dave had been taken down the dusty hallway to a small bathroom where they were permitted to bathe. Then, returned to the room with the mattress, Jake had them bound, showing Fats and Jabber exactly how he wanted the job done.
"Use their handcuffs," he instructed, "and secure their arms around each other's waist. Let's see what happens."
Dave felt himself shoved roughly against Shirley's nakedness, her firm breasts poking warm fingers through the wiry hair that matted his bulging pectorals. He tried to hold his hips back, but Fats' heavy foot against his ass pushed his flaccid cock into the luxuriant tangle of blonde curls, and he felt the heat of Shirley's cunt on his sensitive glans.
They lay on their sides, faces almost touching, but eyes avoiding each other as Jabber used a small rope to fasten Dave's ankles together before forcing Shirley's feet apart and pulling her legs about his, tying them behind his muscular calves and seeming the bond to the rope about his ankles.
Jake stood over them, his cock swinging as he moved to check the fastenings, clucking his approval. He reached down and patted Shirley's hip.
"We're going to give you both a little rest," he said silkily. "You see, you have a lot to do, and you're going to need all your strength for it." He chuckled. "Of course, if you want to take advantage of your proximity, that's your affair."
The two girls and Jabber waited near the door, and Fats, his enormous prick diminished only slightly by Myrtle's cooperative endeavors, stood across from Jake, staring at the blonde's lush bottom.
"When do I get a crack at her, Professor?" he rumbled. "I can sock it to Myrtle and Queenie anytime."
"Patience," Jake murmured, touching the big man's arm and nodding toward the exit. "When we come back, I'll let you have her."
On the mattress, locked against Shirley's nakedness, Dave suppressed the oath that sprang to his lips at Jake's careless promise. The thought of that huge prick forcing its way into the girl's delicate pussy was unbearable.
He waited until the door closed behind their captors before letting his eyes meet Shirley's. He searched for words and found only a deepening hopelessness.
"Are you okay, Dave?" Her voice was gentle and concerned, erasing his discomfiture and relaxing his tense muscles.
"Sure," he growled, increasingly aware of the nearness of that silk-fringed slit to his prick. "Sorry about all this." He rolled his eves to indicate their position and the bonds that held them, face to face.
She pretended to misunderstand, her full lip drooping in an exaggerated pout, its smooth curve wet and inviting. "Is it really that bad?" she demanded, her breath touching his mouth. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather be handcuffed to."
His face registered a brief grin. "Damn it! I didn't mean it that way, and you know it."
She shook her head, a wisp of blonde hair swirling across her face, giving her an appearance like that of a portrait, young, exciting and desirable. Dave felt his cock begin stiffening, reaching for that moist crevice between her thighs. He pulled his hips back, suddenly embarrassed and awkward.
"Sergeant Montrose," she whispered, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "Do you know the regulations about consorting with female officers?" He moved his arms, illustrating his helplessness, and the movement tightened his arms about her, rubbing her nipples against his heaving chest. "Goddamn it!" he rasped. "What am I supposed to do?"
"What do you generally do when you hold a nude woman in your arms?" she said teasingly. "We can't dance in this position."
He licked his lips, and Shirley eased her face forward until his sliding tongue feathered her open mouth. Dave's head jerked back as though he had been burned. His prick, throbbingly erect, jerked hotly against her belly, and he cursed.
"Why, Sergeant Montrose," she purred. "I do believe you want to do something to me."
She lifted her knee and levered her hips just enough to bring her cunt into exact position, the slippery lips touching the sensitive tip of his engorged glans. Dave's eyes closed and he groaned through clenched teeth.
"Damn it, Shirley! I didn't mean this to... uuuunnnnhh!"
The words became a soft murmur of delight as Shirley's waist curved and her hips inched forward, slipping her juicy labial ring over the head of his prick and tightening the hot flesh about it. Slowly, her eyes holding his in an embrace almost as real as that which locked their bodies together, she was forcing her cunt onto his prong, her ankles pressing against the back of his to propel her middle forward.
Dave held his breath, every nerve tingling with pleasure as the hot wetness drew his cock deeper. He tried to tell himself that it was only another pussy, but his balls were quivering with an extra something possessed by this particular pussy, something that was peeling away his resistance like thin veneer, revealing the lust that hammered through every vein.
"Jesus, kid!" he gasped, his prick lurching inside the constriction of her cunt, and drawing an answering spasm from those mushy vaginal walls.
Her lips, soft, warm, sweet and demanding, molded their quivering curves against his, her dainty tongue sliding into his mouth like a curious snake, exploring and caressing. The eager cunt, nibbling and squeezing, swallowed his cock with convulsive gulps, drawing the satin knob against the mouth of her greedy womb.
Yielding to the sledge-hammering of desire that swept through his loins, Dave slammed his hips forward, hearing with satisfaction the girl's little grunt as his prick slid deeper into her torrid sheath, his balls slipping between her thighs and rolling warmly against her ass. He felt the slippery spill of Jake's semen about the puckered anus, but the sensation only fueled his roaring lust.
Unable to restrain himself, Dave began hunching, fucking his strutted cock in and out of her flexing cunt with a savagery that surprised and frightened him. His arms, secured behind her by the steel links of the handcuffs, pulled her responsive body tightly against his fierce pumping, and she worked her ass in hungry acceptance of the thick hardness that plunged its throbbing tip deep in her belly.
They had hardly begun, it seemed to him, when the girl cried out, wrenching her lips from his as her body contorted in the throes of a powerful climax. He stared at her twisted features as he pistoned in and out of that exploding vagina, his prick frictioning the nerves that were already dancing in ecstatic orgasm, savoring the masculine power that could produce such obvious pleasure.
Shirley abandoned herself to the gut-wrenching spasms, her ass wiggling and jerking as she flexed her vagina about that deliciously hard and hot prick, laving it with the warm juice that boiled from deep within her spasming pussy. And, even as the waves of goodness tore through her belly, she realized that she had taken some mysterious step by her decisive action.
Her lips, wet and parted, invited his mouth, and Dave accepted with a strangled sob, his buttocks tightening and relaxing as he fucked the wriggling girl he had so often told himself would never be the object of any sexual overture from him.
Her tongue, sweet and warm, slithered about inside his mouth, yielding to his suction and straining forward until it seemed he could almost swallow the delicious muscle. Her saliva blended with his, becoming an aphrodisiac that erased the last vestige of restraint from both of them.
Shirley tried to slide her thighs higher about his plunging hips, finding her efforts thwarted by the fastenings about her ankles. She clamped her heels against Dave's calves and levered her juicy cunt back and forth, exercising the powerful vaginal muscles about his throbbing prick as it slipped through the convulsing sheath, each stroke sending a shudder of exquisite pleasure through their slapping bellies.
From her encircling labia, a mixture of hot fluids gurgled out about his thrusting cock, first moistening, then drenching their thick pubic hair, producing a soft squishing as their bodies met and parted, the engorged prick reaching far up inside her undulating snatch and jabbing with his fevered knob at the tender doorway of her womb.
Her breasts, always sensitive, became mounds of excited flesh, tipped by miniature cocks that fucked his chest, stabbing the hairy expanse that pressed and massaged with his movements and his heavy breathing.
"Don't come!" she gasped, grinding her dripping pussy about the rhythmically thrusting cock. The excited cry was unintelligible, for her tongue was captured between his gentle, but forceful teeth, and the words were squeezed out of the corners of her madly working lips.
Without breaking the delightful rhythm of his hunching hips, he released her wet mouth and arched one brow as he drew his own tongue across his lips to claim the spilled moisture of their lengthy kiss.
"Make it last!" she pleaded, her eyes glazed with a passion such as Dave had seen but few times in his life. "Oh, god, darling! It feels so damned good!"
He rammed his cock into her and held it, throbbing and jerking, the head rammed tightly against her cervix. His arms clamped her undulating waist with a force that made her gasp.
"Stop wiggling, damn it!" he groaned. "I can't hold back if you don't keep that thing still!"
Shirley managed to quiet her wildly gyrating ass, keeping her cunt jammed tightly against the base of his thick prong, and biting it with convulsive shudders of the powerful vaginal lips.
"Why haven't you done this before?" she panted, staring into his half-closed eyes with a curious frown. "All the time we've been partners, you've never shown the slightest bit of interest in me."
Deep inside her pussy, where the bullet-shaped head of his prick caressed her vaginal walls with its rhythmic throbbing, the hot mushy grip rippled in answering embrace.
His face showed the strain as he fought to hold his hips motionless, pleasure tingling in his balls and making his cock jerk and swell in the torrid sheath of wriggling woman-flesh.
"I wanted to," he said in a tense voice. "Hell, kid, any man would want to put the make on you. I just never was the type to play around after I got hitched."
Her arms and legs trembled, and her ass gave a little twist that sucked his prick still deeper into the greedy nether-mouth of her cunt. His balls, plastered against her anus, rolled in their hairy pouch, seeming to cling more greedily to the warm crack of her quivering buttocks.
"Does Violet feel the same way?" she asked breathlessly, ignoring her own warning by continuing the slow gyration of her lush hips, working the slippery grip of her cunt about his hilted cock. Her own belly was throbbing with the approach of another climax, and she could not resist the repetition of such spine-tugging ecstasy.
"Don't come!" she blurted, her eyes closing as the shudders of pleasure became spasms that rocked her pelvis. "Let me get one more!" Her ass was grinding, beating out a savage rhythm of its own creation, her pussy pumping and sucking until Dave bit down on his lower hp to forestall the release of his surging sperm into that hungry vagina.
He tried to ignore the hot mauling of his spear, concentrating on the pink flush that spread over her arched neck and stiff-nippled breasts, marveling at the intensity of the girl's response to his almost motionless prick, listening to her quick gasps as her pussy convulsed, powerfully and repeatedly.
As if nothing had happened, she asked again, "Does she?" Her eyes opened, roving over his face, tracing his brows and cheeks, and lingering on the broad sweep of his cleft chin.
"I don't know," he answered honestly. He was in control of his passion again, and able to begin stroking in and out of that delightfully tight cunt. "I never thought much about it." He wanted to change the subject. "What about Chuck?"
The shoulders moved expressively, dragging the hot nipples against his chest as her tits shifted between their bodies. "I doubt it," she murmured thoughtfully. "Sometimes, I think he'd just as soon be masturbating as making love to me."
"He's a damned fool!" Dave grunted, hilting and withdrawing with the full length of his formidable shaft, savoring the thrill of the delicate frictioning of hard prick against the soft wet heat of her vaginal walls. "No fist ever felt like that."
She was still examining his face, like a boxer watching his opponent's footwork to determine the direction of his next punch. As if anticipating his pelvic movements, her own hips surged into exact position, so that no matter how he aimed his prick, she was able to suck the entire throbbing bulk into her greedy belly, bathing it with the hot lava of her shivering cunt.
"I'm gonna come, kid!" he announced, making her eyes widen at the deceptive calm of his voice. "I can't hold it any longer. It's just too damned good!"
Shirley had no words for a reply. Instead, she fastened her soft mouth over his tightened lips, and worked her ass so wildly that his pistoning cock seemed in danger of slipping out of the juicy socket.
Dave fucked her with savage hunches, slamming his pubic arch against the pad of her blonde curls as his cock drove up into the undulating tissues, stretching them with its bulk and massaging the sensitive nerves that ringed the clinging labia.
Her tongue danced inside his mouth, echoing the thrust of his prick in her pussy, as though the pressure of the pumping shaft were pushing her lingual muscle upward from its roots. In his pre-orgasmic excitement, Dave imagined his cock reaching up and up until the head popped out of her sweet-tasting mouth and into his own, an erotic image that made him jam the swollen pole still deeper into the slurping suction of her torrid cunt.
He was trapped in that unbearably delightful separation of the act from its completion. Even if he stopped that frantic stroking he would come. Nothing could prevent the escape of the hot semen that had been building in his balls since the moment his body had touched hers. There was no longer that hesitancy of motion born of the fear of premature release. He could fuck her with complete abandonment, sluicing through the slippery grip of her pussy and ramming his throbbing prick against that nibbling womb-mouth, yielding his mind and body to the sounds and sensations of their meshing organs.
His orgasm was almost painful in its intensity, and he felt Shirley's body jerk with each spurt of his come into her spasming vagina. His balls seemed to liquify, becoming a hot jelly that washed through his pulsating cock to splash against her cervix, mingling with the boiling syrup of her own climax and washing back along the buried length of his organ, adding to his ecstasy until he groaned with the force of the sensual assault.
Shirley's pussy seemed to suck at his prick, tugging the sperm from him with a hungry gulping, the vaginal walls flexing and rippling up and down his pole, while the fiery depths churned in a constant massage of the spitting knob.
Dave became aware of the girl's teeth, biting almost painfully into his lower hp, and her nasal whimper, a half-sob as she worked her overflowing cunt about his prong, the labia grinding around the thick base to draw the last tremors of pleasure from their mutual release. She let her mouth fall away, saliva dribbling from the corner of her lips as she blinked at him in disbelief.
"My god!" she exclaimed, her voice breaking in excitement and surprise. "I've never come so hard in my life!"
"That makes two of us, honey," Dave grinned weakly, holding her more closely, amazed that his cock was still throbbingly hard in the juicy embrace of the girl's snatch. "It felt like my spine was unraveling"
"If we get out of this mess," she promised, "Violet is going to have to share you."
Dave chuckled, the vibration jerking his tool and causing her to moan with pleasure at the unexpected caress of her still sensitive cunt. Her internal muscles squeezed him lovingly.
"I don't believe they intend to do us any real harm," he assured her. 'It's pretty evident that they're getting their kicks by working over a couple of police officers. The only one I'm really worried about is the big one."
Shirley's pussy shuddered about his cock, and a frown creased her forehead. "Do you think they'll let him do it?"
"That's what they said," Dave answered. "Goddamn it all! If there was something I could do about it." His voice shook with anger. "I have to lie here like a fucking dog while they do anything they want to!"
She pulled him against the points of her big tits, pressing her warm belly against his as her hips moved to friction the hardness along her cuntal corridor.
"I think I can handle him," she said in a hesitant voice. "It's just that he's so damned big."
His ass was beginning that determined hunching again, as though the lower half of his body was unaware of the conversation, and Shirley's hips responded with eager thrusts and wiggles, her pussy tightening and undulating about the hot probing.
"I'd love to get those bastards!" he grunted, slamming his pelvic arch against the pad of her blonde triangle.
Shirley was no longer listening to his words. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were drawn tightly across her clenched teeth, her entire attention focused on that meaty shaft that was pistoning through her slippery labia and sending hot thrills throughout her writhing pelvis.
The girl's excitement was contagious, and Dave blotted out all sensations other than those of that exquisite pussy that churned, chewed and sucked at his sliding prick, driving it into the torrid bath of his own semen with each fierce thrust.
They were both sweating, bodies glistening as their hips pumped and writhed, their little grunts and moans accompanied by the rhythmic squishing of his cock in her mushy vagina, its deep filling forcing the sperm-laced juice from the gurgling depths.
Faster and harder, his balls tightening with the searing jolts of goodness, ramming through the shuddering channel to jab the spasming mouth of her womb. Her breasts, trapped between them, rolled and quivered, the strutted nipples raking the wiry hairs of his broad chest, and her mouth, tongue dancing, jammed its greedy sweetness against his.
Neither Dave nor Shirley heard the return of their captors. Caught in the spiraling ecstasy of approaching orgasm, they were oblivious of everything but the delicious contact of their madly writhing bodies.
Still naked, the three men and the two girls formed a grinning circle about the mattress, watching Dave's cock slide in and out of the girl's sopping snatch. Three male organs stiffened in excitement and lust, rising to thrust outward and upward in threatening readiness.
Jake Garland slipped his fingers about his own erection, reaching out with the other hand to touch Fats' shoulder, warning the big man to silence with a slight frown and a pursing of his lips. He pointed and gestured, grinning in anticipation.
CHAPTER NINE
Shirley Bascomb was lost in the maelstrom of passion that rocked her pounding hips with ecstatic convulsions. Her pussy, its copious exudation lathered by the prolonged stroking of Dave's meaty cock, shivered in delicious expectation of still another deluge of that hot semen.
Deliberately, she had avoided the mini-climaxes that threatened to precede the mutual explosion of their excited organs, waiting until she was certain that the pistoning hardness was ready to spill a second load into her hungry belly. She wanted to come with him, letting the pulsations of her climaxing cunt blend with the powerful ejaculatory throbs of his spitting prick.
She could feel the subtle difference of his thrusts as he reached for the mysterious trigger of orgasm, his cock jabbing forcefully and deep, massaging her cervix with its bulbous knob and frictioning her labia with the rapid motion of the thick base.
Shirley recognized the momentary hesitation as Dave drove for the finish, his prick enlarging and filling her avid cunt until she gasped with the expansion of her snug vagina. Her own climax hovered, waiting for that delicious spurt of wetness.
"Nooooooo!"
Her cry was ignored by the two men who clutched the grinding hips and pulled the rutting pair apart. Jake tugged Dave's cock from its juicy nest at the exact moment it delivered the first powerful jet of ropy semen, and Fats, already panting with excitement, gripped Shirley's narrow waist to pull her ass cheeks back against his own huge prick.
Cursing, but helpless to halt the repeated volleys of come that shot from the tip of his jerking cock, Dave watched the white cream splash into the moist tangle of blonde curls and the soft curve of the girl's belly. His hips, held by Jake's strong fingers, twisted and tugged, trying to reinsert his straining tool in the splayed lips of Shirley's pussy.
He cursed again as a laughing Jabber leaned over them to snap a flash cube, the lens of his camera faithfully recording both their exposed middles and their contorted features.
Jake, chuckling with satisfaction at the perfection of his timing, released Dave's hips and unlocked the handcuffs on Shirley's wrists. Dave's cock slapped harshly against the girl's belly, splattering its length in the semen that drenched her cunt hair.
Fats released Dave's wrists, and Jabber, discarding the camera to squat at their feet, his cock jutting up from his hairy crotch, loosed the fastenings on their ankles.
Dave eased himself onto his back, glaring up at the grinning Jake. "You're a real bastard!" he growled through clenched teeth.
Jake's grin widened. "You have no idea, sergeant, just how accurate you are." He stepped back and gestured toward the stool. "Sit over there."
He followed Dave to the stool, motioning for Jabber to join them as Dave lowered his buttocks to the low seat. Quickly, with movements that told Dave they had planned them, the two men secured his left ankle and his left wrist to the sturdy leg of the stool.
"You will note," Jake explained, "that the stool is bolted to the floor. For the moment, you are a mere onlooker, sergeant. I'm sure you'd like to participate, but you'll just have to be patient."
He gave that dry chuckle again, and he and Jabber returned to where the huge Fats had dropped behind Shirley's naked body and was rubbing his cock against her rounded ass, his eyes squeezed shut in mounting excitement.
Jake snapped a short remark at the big man, and his eyes popped open, still narrowed in savage lust Awkwardly, he climbed to his feet, his monstrous prick wagging beneath his gross belly like a gnarled limb, the huge head already shiny with the slippery jism that seeped from the narrow slit.
Shirley looked up, her eyes registering both fright and excitement. When, at Jake's order, Myrtle and Queenie stepped forward to take her arms, she rose to her feet without resistance.
The girls led her to the low couch, while Jake and Jabber followed and an eager Fats lumbered forward, his fingers wrapped about the massive girth of his stiff cock, sliding the loose skin up and down the strutted column.
At Jake's indication, Shirley lay down on her back on the armless couch, finding her wrists and ankles gripped as Myrtle and Queenie moved to her head, while Jake and Jabber pulled her long legs apart, spreading the come-streaked lips of her cunt.
Grunting, Fats dropped between her thighs, his massive chest mashing her pointed tits until she gasped with his weight. His bearded face hovered over hers, and he glared at her with slitted eyes.
Shirley braced herself when she felt the pressure of his cockhead against the mouth of her pussy, trying to relax the labial sphincter for the unprecedented expansion. She had caught one last look at the monster, just before his descending body blocked her view, and she began to doubt her ability to take that giant prick inside her shivering vagina.
As the big man's hips lowered, she squeezed her eyes shut, finding herself visualizing the gargantuan knob pressing its curved tip between the straining lips of her cunt.
She felt the sensitive labia yield, its elastic circle expanding as the huge glans forced its way inside her belly, stretching the tissues until every nerve was assaulted by the throbbing hardness.
The pressure was unbelievable, but not painful. Her cunt had been loosened by Jabber's rabbit-like attack, and relaxed even more by Dave's larger prong. The semen Dave had deposited inside her vagina had made that hot channel slippery, an unintentional preparation for the invasion by Fats' huge cock.
The big man seemed in no hurry, grinning down into her face as he forced the prick deeper and deeper into her pussy, pausing after each little shove to feel the movement of her vaginal walls about the entering hardness.
"Shit, Fats!" Jabber exclaimed from his position at her right ankle. "Don't take all day!"
Fats grunted his response, his saliva spraying Shirley's lips as he said, "She's tight, damn it!"
"Loosen her up," Jake told him, pulling Shirley's left leg into a wider angle. "Make her squeal!"
The beefy buttocks lifted, tugging the five inches of prick back through the clutching channel until the giant head was all that remained inside. The big hands slipped beneath Shirley's shoulders, gripping until she gasped with the pressure of his powerful fingers.
"UUUNNGGGHHHH!"
She could not halt the bleat of protest as the cock rammed back into her pussy, stretching the walls into a quivering circle, and filling her belly until she was sure she would burst if just one more inch was packed in there. "That's it!" Jake exclaimed. "Now, pour it to her!" The man did not have to be urged. His hips rose and fell between Shirley's jerking thighs, sliding the huge prick in and out of her protesting cunt with gathering speed.
His belly, which she had expected to be soft, but which was surprisingly hard with ridged muscles, pounded hers with a steady rhythm, each powerful thrust slamming her hips down into the yielding couch as the big cock drove up into her helpless snatch.
She tried to stifle the sharp cries, but the incredible filling and emptying of her cunt wrenched the sounds from her throat as though the deep thrusts were reaching her lungs.
She could no more silence the screams than she could help responding to the constant frictioning of her sensitive labia and the pressure and release of her aroused clitoris. Every stroke was reaching the deepest recess of her churning snatch, massaging and tugging, rubbing and stretching, dragging her toward a climax she refused to acknowledge even as its exquisite tremors surged through her belly.
Fats felt the hot contractions and the searing wash of her juices over his throbbing meat. He slowed his hunching to exclaim, "The bitch is gettin' her fuckin' gun!" He blinked at her in surprise. "The lousy bitch is comin' like crazy!"
Jake yanked at the slender ankle he held in his right hand. The fingers of his left hand made a tight fist about his rearing prick, stroking and squeezing. He jerked his head at Queenie and Myrtle.
"Pull her legs up," he told them. To Fats, he said, "Spread your knees real wide, Fats. I'm gonna get behind you and give it to her in the ass!"
Shirley heard the words, and understood them, realizing that she should be frightened at the prospect of having the Professor's larger-than-normal cock reinserted in her anus while Fats' enormous prong packed her belly to capacity. But she had been pulled back from the beginning of another gut-wrenching come, and she no longer cared what they did to her, so long as they let her reach that next orgasm.
She felt her legs being pulled upward, her hips lifting as the girls added pressure. It seemed that Fats' cock bored even deeper into her quim as he adjusted his body to her altered position.
Then, as Jake knelt between Fats' legs, and shoved the big man's balls aside with the head of his cock, she gasped at the hard heat against her asshole, and the gasp became a startled yelp as the man forced the plum-like head of his tool into her spasming anus, screwing the thick shaft of his prick up into her resisting colon.
The sensation was an indecipherable mixture of pain and ecstasy. Separated by only a thin wall of tightly stretched tissue, the two pricks felt as though they were both in her cuntal passage, each one creating unbearable pleasure with its constant throbbing.
"Now!" Jake grunted, satisfied with the depth of his penetration, resting his hands on Fats' hips for leverage. "Let's give her a real screwing!"
Shirley was almost out of her mind with excitement as the two cocks slid in and out of her straining belly. She came almost immediately, the hot juices released by her convulsing vagina duplicated by the equally torrid exudation of her intestinal sleeve as it lathered the probing cock that caressed the tender passage with its persistent thrusts.
If either of the men recognized the wet convulsions, they ignored them, concentrating instead on their own pleasure as they rammed their throbbing cocks in and out of the girl's spasming grip.
Dimly, Shirley was aware of something rubbing against her parted lips, teasing her tongue with a taste that was slightly salty and extremely pleasant. Through the surges of ecstasy that knotted her belly, she recognized the taste and scent.
She opened her mouth wide, feeling Jabber's cock "slip between her lips and teeth, and she tightened her oral grip, beginning to suck in concert with the stabs of the two pricks that ravished her cunt and her anus.
They didn't come. When Jake felt Fats begin to pound in those identifiable short strokes, he pulled his own cock out of Shirley's flexing tail, and made the big man withdraw from her mushy cunt.
"Pull it out, Jabber!" he barked to the blond youth who bent over Shirley's face, feeding his prick into her widely stretched lips, his balls bumping lightly against her nose and closed eyes as he hunched it in and out.
"Let go of her legs!" Jake ordered the two girls, and Shirley's body uncurled, her pussy hair shining with the juices dragged from her cunt by Fats' huge prong.
Breasts heaving, the nipples erect with helpless reaction, she watched the three grinning men surround her head, Jake and Fats on either side, and Jabber at the end of the couch, their wet cocks looming over her flushed features.
"Let's cool the bitch off!" Jake exclaimed, excitement showing in his voice and the way he gripped his erection, beginning to pump his fist up and down the glistening shaft.
"How about lettin' the girls help out, Professor?" Jabber giggled, shaking his hips to make his prong waggle. Shirley's eyes followed its movements.
At Jake's nod, Queenie got behind Fats, and Myrtle pressed her body close against Jabber's rear. Their hands reached around to encircle the slippery poles, capping and uncapping the shiny knobs with experienced motions.
Shirley tried to close her eyes, but the sight of those three pricks was too exciting. Some hitherto undiscovered facet of her personality responded to the overpowering musk of the male organs, and the visual impact of their heavily veined engorgement.
Jake's fist raced up and down his cock, and he leaned forward until the satin knob was almost touching her pouting lips. "Stick your tongue out!" he hissed. "Stick it out and hold it there!"
Shirley was past resisting. Her tongue, wet and quivering, extended between the red lips, a palpitating redness against which Jake pressed the head of his throbbing cock.
"Fats!" he grunted. "Jabber! Do what I'm doing!"
Shirley suppressed a gasp as three pricks pressed their meaty heads against the sensitive tip of her tongue, massaging it with their rhythmic pumping.
"We're going to come like this!" Jake said in a tense voice. "You're going to drink it! All of it! Understand?"
She could not nod, for the movement would pull her tongue from its nest of caressing cock-flesh. Instead, she blinked her eyes to signal her comprehension.
She turned her complete attention to the trio of swollen shafts. Jabber's rode over her nose as he frigged it through Myrtle's fist, his balls jiggling against her forehead. Fats' enormous prick pressed from her right, the jism-smeared head slipping down to rub her lips and teeth as he worked his hips in concert with Queenie's deft fingering. Jake's cock slid up and down her tongue, the man gaining more pleasure from that contact than from the frictioning of his own grip.
Jabber came first, his semen splattering against Shirley's tongue and onto the heads of the other pricks. The white cream slid down her quivering muscle to puddle between teeth and lips before seeping thickly into her mouth.
Shirley swallowed, awkwardly, because of her extended tongue, and heard Jake's angry exclamation cut through Jabber's excited grunts.
"Open that fucking mouth! I told you to drink it!"
She strained her jaw wide just in time to receive the first wad of Fats' hot cream as it added its viscous sperm fluid to Jabber's waning offering.
The big man nearly choked her with the quantity of his thick cream, spilling it over her tongue and lips as Jake's cock pushed her tongue against the other prick, insuring that all of the ropy semen flowed down into her gulping mouth.
She felt as though her body was swimming in the pearly scum as Fats and Jabber backed away, temporarily satisfied, leaving only the grinning Jake to continue rubbing his glans against her gaping mouth.
Suddenly, Jake grabbed her blonde hair and rolled her head toward him, jamming his prick between her lips, forcing her resisting tongue to give way, and shoving the throbbing hot head deep in her throat.
She gagged at the initial invasion, but quickly relaxed her throat muscles as the man began fucking in and out with savage thrusts. Involuntarily, her lips tightened about the thick shaft, and she sucked it with each quivering retreat, closing her eyes and surrendering to the burning waves of lust that shuddered through her violated body.
When Jake came, he gave only a faint grunt, forcing her to take the spurting knob deep as the thick semen filled her gulping throat. No sooner had he shot the last sticky wad over her writhing tongue than he was pulling his cock from her sucking lips, chuckling at her attempts to hold him.
"How's your appetite, Fats?" Jake asked of the big man. "Want to chew on that cunt?"
The bearded giant made an oval of his lips and ran his tongue about them with a noisy slurp. "Just say the word, Professor," he answered. "I'll suck her tits right out through her cunt!"
"What about me?" Jabber protested, fingering his semi-erect phallus. "How about lettin' me screw her in the ass while Fats eats her?"
Jake arched an eyebrow at the big man. "How about it?"
Fats shrugged his massive shoulders. "Just as long as he don't try nothin'."
Jake chuckled. "If he does," he observed, "you can always bite his nuts off!"
Fats and Jabber rolled the limp Shirley onto her side, and Fats lowered his huge body onto the couch facing her, draping one slender leg over his shoulder and plunging his hairy face into the vortex of her velvet thighs.
Shirley gave a cry as his mouth fastened about the lips of her pussy, and his wet tongue slithered up into her vagina, twisting and flicking to caress the tender walls and tease their juices down into the vacuuming oral grip.
She felt Jabber position his slender body behind her, and the re-aroused stiffness insert itself between the splayed cheeks of her rounded buttocks. There was a moment of pain as he forced the engorged head into her anus. Then, as the lad shoved the full length into her intestinal grip and began hunching, there was only the pleasurable excitation of the sensitive channel, an erotic counterpoint to the greedy feasting of the mouth that threatened to swallow her straining pussy.
Jake watched the scene with an amused smile, his fingers stroking his own flaccid organ, lifting and pulling the limp member as he turned to approach the stool where Dave Montrose sat, leaning awkwardly in his fastenings.
"Well, sergeant?" he murmured. "What do you think of your fellow officer? Look at her, loving everything we do to her."
Dave avoided looking toward the couch as he growled, "Fuck you!"
"Oh, that's the one thing you can't do," Jake chuckled. "Of course, if you really insist, I could persuade Fats to work you over that way."
"Goddamn it!" Dave exclaimed. "Haven't you done enough? You've got your pictures, and you've treated us like animals! What else do you want?"
"Whatever I want," Jake answered, "I'll get. With the photographs we made, I can make monkeys of you two."
Dave shrugged. "Right now, I don't give a shit! You've got some crazy idea that I'm gonna let you run loose just because of those pictures."
"Not just that," Jake interrupted. "We're not through yet. Don't make a decision you may regret, sergeant."
He turned his full attention to the trio on the couch, and Dave found himself unable to resist staring and listening as Shirley cried out with excited pleasure, and Jabber pounded his hips against her rump in the frantic rhythm of pre-orgasmic thrusting, finally hilting his cock in her ass and holding it there while his buttocks flexed with each spurt of his come.
CHAPTER TEN
Violet Montrose answered the phone before it could ring the second time, feeling the hot rush of desire in her pussy as she heard Chuck Newman's voice in the receiver.
"I've checked everywhere, Vi," he told her. "They left the station together, the way they always do, and no one has seen them since."
"You said you'd checked everywhere," the woman said.
"Hospitals," he explained. "I was pretty sure it was nothing like that, but I figured I'd better do it. I even went by the station."
Vi held the phone with one hand, the other sliding down between her warm thighs to touch the tender lips of her tingling cunt. One finger slid between the moist curtains, and her voice was husky as she spoke into the mouthpiece.
"We both know where they are, Chuck," she reminded him. "I can't understand why they had to be so secretive about it. Just think how much fun we could have if we were all together right now."
The phone gave a dry chuckle. "Somehow, I can't believe Dave is going to be overjoyed to know that I've been making love to his wife."
"Not making love, darling," she corrected him with a throaty laugh. "There's only one name for what we were doing."
"Jesus!" Chuck protested. "Don't talk that way. I go on camera in two minutes, and you're giving me a hard."
"Good!" she exclaimed. "I'll watch you doing the news, and imagine I can see it. And do you know what I'll be doing?"
"What?" he demanded hoarsely.
"I'll be getting it all juicy for you, darling," she purred. "When you get here, all you'll have to do is lie down, and baby will do the rest."
She heard his deep breathing. Then he said, "I'll be there right after the telecast. Get it ready, woman!"
Violet replaced the phone and looked down at her finger, watching it slide slowly in and out of her labial lips. Her other hand cupped a firm breast, squeezing and kneading, continuing the pleasant dual massage as she moved toward the television set.
She was nude, having slipped into her robe after showering, then tugged it off again to enjoy the luxury of her aroused body, posturing before the mirror as she relived the prolonged mating with the handsome newsman.
Sitting down on the rug before the set, she watched Chuck's face stare out at her from the glowing screen. Her finger moved inside her juicy cunt, stroking and twisting, her thumb rolling the swollen button of her clitoris, and she managed three exciting climaxes before Chuck's smiling sign-off.
Exactly one hour later, she opened the front door and melted against him with a little sigh, wriggling her tongue between his teeth as his hands slipped down her smooth back to cup the quivering pads of her buttocks.
Before he could protest her actions, Violet tugged her lips from his mouth and she dropped to her knees before him, fingers working the zipper of his trousers down and extracting his rapidly swelling cock.
Chuck leaned back against the closed door, staring down at the column of hardened flesh that reared outward from his open fly, its satin knob aimed at the moist red lips of the naked woman whose hot breath bathed his prick as she opened her mouth to claim him.
For a single moment, he felt a concern for his clothing, remembering the many times he had protested against Shirley's overtures when her eager caresses threatened to disarrange his tie or leave a trace of powder on sleeve or lapel.
Then, as Violet's lips embraced his prick, and her slippery tongue began its worshipful dance about the throbbing glans, he cupped her head with both hands, easing his hips forward to push the thick roll farther into her greedy mouth.
He wondered if Shirley was doing the same thing to Dave, wherever the pair was. Or if Dave was on top of that lovely body, shafting her with his hard prong.
The thoughts made him pull Violet's head closer, forcing his own cock deeper, his hips beginning a steady hunching that sent shivers of ecstasy throughout his churning belly.
"We're insane!" he panted, fucking his cock in and out of her slurping lips. "You know that? I haven't felt like this since I was a teenager. Suddenly, I don't give a damn about anything but getting it off with you."
His prick rode over her curled tongue, the head driving far back in her throat, and Violet felt the telltale pulsations of approaching orgasm. Quickly, she clamped a finger and thumb about the base of the strutted column, pressing until he grunted in protest.
"What the hell was that for?" he demanded.
She pulled her head back, lips sliding off the engorged meat. "I didn't want you to come so quickly," she said laughingly. "I just wanted to greet you that way. You know, go down on you the minute you walked in at the door."
He pulled her back to her feet, one hand finding a cherry-tipped breast, and the other fondling her pert ass, fingers sliding into the warm crease. His prick, wet with her saliva, arched throbbingly against her belly, and his balls rolled their concealed spheres in the juicy cleft of her chestnut-haired cunt.
"Do you ever greet Dave like this?" he asked, nostrils flaring at the faint scent of his own jism on the moist lips that reached for his kiss.
"God, no!" she giggled. Then, with a quick frown, she added, "You're right, Chuck. We are crazy. I've wanted to meet Dave just like this, and I know he would have loved it. But, I wouldn't. For some stupid reason, I couldn't."
He touched the tip of his tongue to her lower lip. "I know," he said softly. "It's been the same with Shirley. I guess we're afraid to really let our hair down with the person closest to us."
She kissed him, a long and industrious fusing of lips and tongues, their teeth scraping lightly as they sought an even closer contact. There were no words when she pulled away and led him into the bedroom, undressing him with an eagerness she carried to the big bed.
"Oh, god!" she gasped as his prick slid into the pulsating lips of her hungry snatch. "That cock is driving me mad! That's all I could think about while you were gone."
Chuck forced the last throbbing inch into the slippery nest, and worked his hips in an easy circling, loosening the sleeve before beginning the action they both knew would be all too brief, and Violet's ass wriggled in a counter-motion that increased the delightful massage of hardness against pliant vaginal tissue.
"Would you believe that I did the entire newscast with a hard?" he said tensely. "All I could think of was the things I want to do to you."
She stared into his face with excited eyes. "What, Chuck? What do you want to do? I'll do anything, darling! Anything you want me to!"
He hesitated, lips pursing. "You won't think I'm being selfish?"
"Be selfish!" she exclaimed, her hips jerking for emphasis, shoving the mouth of her cunt tightly about the base of his hilted prong. "I want you to! Use me, darling! Manipulate me!"
"By god!" he grunted. "I will!"
He hauled his cock out of the mushy channel, and rocked back on his heels. "Roll over, baby," he said in a deeper tone, "and slide one of those pillows under your belly."
Violet's body arched and twisted, bouncing as she dropped onto the bed, then bouncing again when she stuffed a fluffy pillow beneath her middle, elevating the rosy cheeks of her shapely ass.
Chuck inserted a knee between her legs, and she spread them wide apart as he mounted her, fitting the head of his prick between her buttocks. He found the tiny circle of her anus, and rubbed the slippery tip of his tool against the sensitive aperture.
Her body tensed, but she held her hips steady as he began pushing, grunting with effort as the powerful sphincter resisted the threatened invasion. Her fingers clutched the sheet, gripping it with clawing motions as the hardness expanded the delicate entrance. Her toes wiggled against the bed, legs straining and quivering.
She grunted as the big knob snapped through the elastic ring, forcing itself into the oily embrace of her intestine, throbbing and flexing as Chuck worked it deeper. Her hips lifted, pushing her straining anus farther onto the thick shaft, and her ass began a sensuous grinding of encouragement.
His cheek pressed against her shoulder, Chuck murmured, "Jesus! I love it this way!"
Violet tightened her colon about his prick. "So do I, darling! I can feel it better! It hurts a little, but it's good!"
Chuck had half his length implanted in her tightly stretched asshole, and he pushed his torso up with both hands to examine the nexus of their passion. It seemed impossible that the tiny anus could contain the thick column that jutted from his hairy crotch to disappear in the infolded lips. A wave of lust washed through his belly, and he drove another inch into the yielding flesh, watching her ass cheeks being tugged inward by the sheer bulk of his prick.
Violet groaned at the increased packing of her tight channel, but it was a groan of pleasure. The frictioning of her sensitive tail sent shivers of delight through the adjacent channel of her cunt, and both passages exuded a flow of hot juice, the oily output of her well-filled colon bathing the throbbing cock and enabling it to slide even farther into her chute.
"Fuck me, Chuck!" she whimpered, grinding the slickened grip about his prick and flexing the powerful muscles of her rectum to squeeze the delightfully hard shaft. "Fuck my ass! It's yours, darling! Everything! My pussy! My mouth! My ass! They're all yours!"
With a savage groan, Chuck pulled his tool back through the undulating passageway, feeling the slippery walls caress his cock in hot convulsions. Then, with another sharp exclamation, he rammed the prick deep and began hunching it in and out, fucking the moaning Violet with deep, satisfying thrusts.
She managed to work one hand beneath her belly, wriggling it down until her fingers found the dripping entrance of her empty cunt. Two of them slipped between the pulsating labia, stiffening to provide a substitute cock upon which she could bounce as Chuck's hammering pushed her down with each powerful insertion.
His arms went about her, hands palming her big breasts and massaging the swollen nipples as he stroked in and out of her ass, banging his scrotal bag into the gaping lips of her pussy where her fingers teased the responsive tissues.
Faster and harder, he rode her wriggling ass with vicious thrusts, his prick driving into the juicy channel and dragging the oily lubricant back to form a slippery puddle about the expanded circle of her bunghole. He was panting with effort and excitement, and his cock jerked inside her, signaling the approach of his orgasm.
"Come in my ass, Chuck!" she cried, shoving her rump higher and working it in a rapid circling. "Let me feel that big prick spurt!"
Chuck was unable to answer. Already, the roiling sperm was surging through his pistoning lance, swelling the ventral ridge in quick pulsations, each one an ecstatic convulsion that sent a helpless quivering through every muscle. With a muffled cry, he rammed the exploding prick to the hilt.
"Oh, damn!" Violet screamed, her body threshing beneath him. "I can feel it! Hot and wet! Oh, darling! I'm gonna come! Ohhhhhhh!... UUUNNNNGGGHHHH!" Her impaled ass chewed and sucked as her vagina flexed and shuddered in answering climax, pouring its hot juices about her busy fingers. In her greedy ass, Chuck poured wad after wad of his thick, ropy come.
Much later, as they lay side by side, still panting from the frantic efforts of their mutual orgasms, Violet said, "I just had a silly and wonderful idea."
He kept his eyes closed as he answered, "If it includes screwing, you'll have to count me out." He laughed softly. "I think I left one of my balls in your tail."
Violet wriggled her way down to peer between his spread legs, planting a wet kiss on each of the leathery spheres, her tongue teasing and bold.
"They're both there, darling," she announced. She rested her cheek on his belly and twisted his chest hair in her fingers.
"Want to know what my idea was?" she purred.
"Yes, damn you," he grinned down at her. "That mouth of yours would give an erection to a eunuch!"
"I was just thinking how it would feel to have you and Dave in me at the same time," she said in a near whisper.
His eyes narrowed. "My god!" he breathed. "Dave would never stand for that. I can see where he might go in for a little swapping around, especially after all that's happened. But I don't think he'd do that."
"Like you said," she argued. "After what he and Shirley have done, he can't very well refuse. We both know they're screwing like crazy." She tapped a fingernail on his chest for emphasis. "Doesn't that make you jealous, darling?"
He hesitated before answering. "It might," he said, "if we weren't doing the same thing. Now that all this has happened, I think I'd like to see those two in action."
Violet's face registered understanding. "Shirley's a lovely woman," she murmured. "Incredibly lovely."
"Suppose I was," she answered. "And suppose she felt the same way. Would that be so terrible?^ "Christ!" he gasped. "You're really serious! You and Shirley!" His prick was stiffening against the base of her neck, and she raised her head to watch its slow swelling, encouraging it with a wet flick of her pink tongue across the slitted tip.
"Girls are not as squeamish as boys about things like that," she reminded him. "But you didn't answer me, darling. Would you mind seeing Shirley and me like that?" She opened her mouth wide and took the head of his cock inside, massaging it with her tongue and beginning to suck the throbbing hardness.
Chuck drew a shuddering breath. "Yes!" he cried, hips pushing upward to increase the depth of his insertion in that greedy mouth. "I'd love to see you two in action!" He watched her head bob up and down, lips sliding on his engorged meat. His own mouth was suddenly and ravenously hungry.
"Work that juicy snatch around to where I can reach it!" he groaned, panting as the woman wriggled about, refusing to release her tasty prize. She straddled his head and lowered her wet crotch onto his parted lips, whimpering when his tongue slid inside her pussy.
There was no further need for words. The long-denied lust of their writhing bodies was in complete control.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They had been permitted to shower, and the sandwiches and coffee were hot and delicious, served by a smiling and naked Myrtle under the watchful eyes of Fats and Jake.
Still naked, Dave and Shirley sat on the edge of the couch as they ate, again avoiding each others eyes, but glancing, now and then, toward the other's body.
"I thought you might be interested in what I have planned," Jake said. "So far, we've determined that Officer Bascomb is little more than a whore in uniform. Now, we're going to see how you react, sergeant."
Dave swallowed a mouthful of the roast beef, chasing it with the steaming coffee. He raised his head, glaring at his captor with angry eyes.
"To what?" he demanded gruffly. "You've done everything to us."
"Not quite," Jake smiled. "True, you did engage in intercourse while you were bound. But there was a certain restraint in your actions. I'm certain you can both do much better with a little persuasion."
He waited until the pair had finished with the food, then he gestured at the mattress. "You will both he down," he ordered quietly. To Fats, he said, "Have the others come in."
Jabber and the girls entered when Fats opened the door, walking across the room to take seats on the couch when Dave and Shirley stood up. Queenie and Myrtle, who had gone after the food, had undressed again, while the others were still naked.
At Jake's nod, Fats joined the trio, and the two girls positioned themselves on the laps of the males, slender legs straddling the hairy thighs as they faced away from their partners, watching Dave and Shirley he down on the mattress. Jake moved to the low stool, placing one foot on it. He wrapped his fingers about his balls and squeezed gently, then slid them up to encircle his semi-erect cock.
On the couch, the two girls squirmed their bottoms against the expanding organs beneath them, finally lifting their hips and fitting their cunts over the swollen heads, taking the pricks into their bellies with little sighs of excitement.
Queenie's blonde pussy swallowed Fats' enormous pole, and Myrtle drew Jabber's smaller shaft into her snatch with one deft movement of her hips. Four excited faces stared at Dave and Shirley.
"We're going to play a game," Jake announced. "If you fail to cooperate, I promise you a most unpleasant punishment. Each one of us will offer a suggestion, and you will carry it out without question. Do you understand?"
Dave began a curse, but Shirley's firm hand on his arm halted him. He shot her an angry look, then nodded, his body relaxing.
"Excellent," Jake murmured. His prick was stiffening, and his encircling fist moved up and down the shaft, slowly and lovingly, squeezing until the satin plum bulged in strained fullness. "Queenie," he said, raising his voice, "what would you like to see them do?"
"I think he ought to do a little muff-diving," the blonde answered, her voice heavy with the huge cock that stretched her pussy. She suddenly giggled. "If Fats didn't eat it off!"
"Shit!" the big man rumbled, inching his prong deeper into her crotch. "I just got started!"
"Sergeant," Jake repeated. "You heard the request."
Dave pushed himself to his knees, and Shirley lay back on the mattress, spreading her long legs until the slit of her cunt showed pinkly through the blonde curls. She gave him a helpless look as he knelt between her feet, moistening his lips with broad sweeps of his tongue. He raised his eyes to hers.
"Sorry, kid," he murmured, keeping his voice low. "God knows what these bastards will do if we don't play along."
Her lips twitched in a half-smile. "I'll just pretend that we're all alone," she whispered.
Dave lowered his face between her thighs, slipping his arms beneath her knees and lifting her slender legs into a sensuous cradle. The delicate scent of her moist pussy filled his nostrils, and a shudder of desire swept through his limp cock, enlarging it before his lips touched the inviting cleft of her waiting cunt.
Ten minutes later, Dave was on his back, while Shirley, at Myrtle's suggestion, crouched over his middle with her lovely mouth fastened lovingly about his rearing prick, sucking him with an avidity completely divorced from the improbable surroundings.
Dave fought against the tide of pleasure evoked by her sliding lips and swirling tongue. But he had worked himself into a raging desire while sliding his tongue in and out of her delicious cunt. Now, with her warm saliva bathing his cock-head, and her teeth nipping gently, halfway down the swollen shaft, it was impossible to resist the savage suction applied by her straining cheeks.
His shoulders and heels dug into the mattress, and his hips reached upward, jerking and hunching, finding the full length of his prick engulfed in Shirley's voracious mouth as his cream spurted, pulled from his balls by her hot suction, and gulped in noisy swallows until he was drained.
"Bravo!" Jake exclaimed, his eyes bright as his fist raced up and down his erection. "An excellent performance!" He moved forward, holding his cock aimed, the huge knob wet with the pre-come that had oozed from its reddened slit. "Now, my dear," he crooned, "you can suck mine."
Ignoring Dave, he sank to his knees on the mattress and pulled Shirley's blonde head toward him, feeding his prick into her parted lips and shoving it deep in her throat with a little sigh of satisfaction.
"That's it, Officer Bascomb," he grunted. "That's very good."
He looked down at the angry face of Dave Montrose. "Wet your finger, sergeant," he ordered in a soft voice. "And when I give you the word, shove it as far as possible up my ass!"
"Go to hell!" Dave glared, his eyes flashing.
"I wish you hadn't said that," Jake said, grasping Shirley's head with both hands and plunging his cock down her throat, holding her until she began to twist in strangled protest "All right!" Dave cried. "For god's sake! You're choking her!"
The hands released their powerful grip, and Shirley resumed her noisy suction. Jake fed his cock between her wet lips with rapid hunches.
Dave slowly inserted his index finger into his mouth, hating himself for the excitement that was flooding his veins and bringing his own cock into a new and throbbing hardness.
"Now, sergeant!" Jake panted. "Now!"
Gingerly, at first, then with an eagerness he could not understand, Dave plunged his finger between the clenching buttocks, forcing the tip into the tight anus and up into the hot channel of the man's colon.
He closed his eyes as he heard Shirley's noisy gulping, and felt Jake's ass tighten about his buried finger with each powerful jet of his semen.
"Wiggle your finger!" Jake gasped.
Helplessly, Dave obeyed, probing the clenching asshole until the hot convulsions faded to slight tremors. Slowly, he withdrew his finger, wiping it on the mattress.
Jake eased his cock from Shirley's dripping lips, grinning as she reached out with her tongue to claim a little glob of semen that had escaped the corner of her mouth.
As though nothing had happened, he stood up, walking back to the stool and sitting down, turning his attention to the foursome on the couch.
Both girls were bent forward, their hips rising and falling to work their soaked cunts up and down the two cocks. Fats and Jabber were gasping as they hunched in and out of the squirming, posting girls, their hands clutching hips and breasts as they strained for their own release.
"It would appear our audience has lost interest, sergeant," Jake chuckled. He pointed to Dave's rearing prong. "Why don't you give that to your companion?"
Shirley lay back with a little whimper of agreement, spreading her legs in anticipation. Dave started to mount her, but was halted by Jake's sudden command.
"Not that way, sergeant! Up her ass! Officer Bascomb has a most delightful tail!"
Dave watched Shirley roll onto her belly and draw her knees up beneath her, shoving her lovely rump high in the air. She turned her head to meet his eyes.
"It's all right, Dave," she whispered. "Just slide it in."
Behind her, Dave centered the head of his prick in the tiny brown entrance, feeling the gentle nibbling of the hot circle as he pressed against it. His arms went about her slender hips and, with a groan of desire, he shoved his cock deep into the slippery embrace, fucking her with savage thrusts that made her cry out with each deep penetration.
Shirley surrendered her whole being to the powerful jolts of Dave's cock, shoving her ass back against his shuddering belly with each hilting, and flexing her internal muscles as the hot throbbing shaft slid back for another thrust.
He crouched over the whimpering girl, hunching his prong into her with an eagerness he had refused to admit until then. He felt the juicy channel undulate about him, and he added a screwing motion to his continued thrusts, rubbing the walls of her intestine with the throbbing hardness.
"Goddamn!" he panted, digging his chin into her perspiring back. "I can't stop, kid! It's so fucking good! I want to cram balls and everything up that ass!"
"I wish you could!" Shirley gurgled, her body jerking as the big prick slammed far up in her clenching colon, the head pulsating against the sensitive walls. "Oh, dear god, Dave! Hurt me! Make me scream!"
His hands clawed beneath her, finding the swollen tips of her swaying breasts and pinching the fingerlike nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb, applying more and more pressure as his prick thundered in and out of her juicy asshole.
She screamed with the combination of pain and increased pleasure, working her hips to massage that delightful monster that was sawing the sensitive lips of her anus and burrowing deep in her spasming gut.
She screamed again when his hot semen blasted into her ass, spraying the shuddering walls and bathing the tender channel with its creamy balm. Her cunt convulsed, the vagina flexing and straining in the rhythm of orgasmic ecstasy. "We'll let you sleep for a while," Jake said, rising to nudge Dave's hips where he sprawled atop Shirley's collapsed body, his tool still buried in her rear. "Jabber will be on guard right outside the door, so don't do anything foolish. I have great plans for tomorrow, and I'd be very disappointed if you spoiled them."
"Don't let us keep you," Dave grunted. Beneath him, Shirley tightened her rectal muscles about his cock as he started to disengage himself, and he sank back onto the cushion of her warm buttocks.
The four naked figures disappeared through the doorway, and Dave and Shirley were left alone. He leaned forward, kissing the moist skin of her flawless back.
"They're gone, kid," he whispered "Want me to take it out?"
She shook her head. "I want you to turn me over," she said fiercely, "and fuck the living hell out of me!"
Drawing his prong from the greasy depths of her ass, Dave waited until she rolled onto her back and raised her legs on either side of his crouched body. Then, with a muffled groan, he drove his prick into the mushy heat and slipperiness of her greedy cunt.
She wrapped her legs about him, high up on his waist, and she pulled his chest down against the pointed tips of her big breasts. Her pussy shivered and pulsated about his hilted cock, the vaginal walls tightening in exquisite undulation as her ass twisted to increase the reach of his huge organ.
She stared up into his anxious eyes, her lips working. "Don't you hate me?" she demanded.
"For what?" he said thickly, beginning a slow in and out motion of his cock, little short strokes that slapped his balls against the froth coated circle of her asshole.
"For loving what they did to me!" she grated, hunching and wriggling her elevated hips in response to the delicious frictioning of her eager cunt. "The Professor was right. I'm nothing but a fucking whore!"
He halted her outburst by clamping his open mouth over hers, his tongue exploring as his prick moved sensuously through the vibrating channel of her hot pussy, stirring the accumulation of juices in its churning depths.
"You're human, lad!" he rasped, his voice angry. "I did the same damn thing with those girls. Hell! We can't help getting excited."
Her arms squeezed him. "You never would have made a pass at me if all this hadn't happened," she asked huskily. "Would you?"
He was fucking her with long easy strokes, his prick squishing and slurping through the dripping jaws of her clenching pussy. "How the hell do I know?" he growled. "I'm just wondering what that damned newshound is going to say when I tell him he's got competition."
"Maybe you can work out a trade," she grinned up at him. "Let him fuck Violet while you screw me."
His eyes twinkled. "You know something, kid?" he said. "After all this, I'd be glad to do just that The only trouble would be getting them to buy the idea."
"They might fool you," Shirley said, her voice breaking as a shudder of ecstasy ripped through her churning cunt. She worked her ass with furious motions, her lips pushing in and out.
"I'm gonna come, Dave!" she moaned, clawing at his arched back. "Do it hard! Oh, sweet Jesus! Do it!"
Viciously, he smashed the head of his prick against the spasming mouth of her womb, pistoning through the convulsing sheath with savage thrusts that jolted her writhing hips. He crushed his mouth against hers and jammed his tongue far back in her throat. Her tits rolled under the pressure of his broad chest, and her ass danced in the jerky spasms of climax, her juices boiling and gurgling about his stroking cock.
He tried to delay his own orgasm. But the shivering caress of that exploding cunt was too much. With a choked cry, he hammered his prick into the gurgling snatch, fucking her with jolting jabs as his pelvic arch smashed against hers. His balls seemed to swell in the mounting waves of exquisite pleasure, pumping his ropy sperm through the jerking hardness to spurt deep in her belly, soothing the tortured tissues that chewed and sucked on his throbbing prick in their desperate hunger for the thick cream of his come.
Later, when she lay in his arms, tracing the curve of his jaw with gentle fingertips, he held his lips close to her ear and told her of the plan he had concocted.
"Myrtle told me where they put our clothes," he whispered.
She gave him a teasing smile. "You see what that big cock of yours can do? Tell me, does she give head as good as I do?"
"Bitch!" he grinned, tweaking her nipple and making her grunt. "Nobody can match that vacuum-cleaner you call a mouth!"
She pretended anger. "Well! That's a hell of a thing to say to a lady who merely wants to suck your cock."
"Be serious," he urged. "We may be able to get out of here. I can take the kid with no trouble." He grimaced. "I'm not sure about that Fats."
She sat up, her eyes excited. "How do we do it?"
"According to the girl," he explained quietly, "our clothes are in a chest in the hallway, just outside the door. If we can get to them, I think we can make it to the car."
"Didn't they take the keys out?" she reminded him.
He shook his head. "Not when we got out. Anyway, I keep a spare under the dash. Our problem is getting our clothes and making it to the car."
"What about Jabber?" she asked. "They do have guns, you know."
"That's where you come in," he told her. "It's an old trick, but he's just stupid enough to fall for it." Briefly, he outlined his plan, and Shirley nodded her agreement. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair.
"Here goes the hungry whore!" she murmured.
Dave relaxed on the mattress, watching Shirley's buttocks jiggle as she walked across to the closed door, tapping lightly on its scarred surface. Faintly, he heard Jabber's answering query.
Placing her lips close to the panel, Shirley said, "I didn't get enough, sweetheart. I want some more of that juicy cock."
The door opened enough for Jabber to peep in, his eyes running up and down Shirley's nakedness. He licked his lips and glanced over at Dave's reclining form.
"I'm supposed to stay out here in the hall," he said uncertainly. He started to step back, then halted when Shirley's fingers reached out to grip his cock.
"You really shook me up," she purred, "when you shot that thing off in my face. I want to suck it again, without the others around." She moved her hand suggestively as his prick stiffened. "Please," she said softly. "You'll have a gun on us all the time. Let me suck it again."
His face excited, the youth slipped into the room, closing the door behind him. He was still naked, but his right fist was wrapped around the butt of an ugly automatic. His cock, responding to Shirley's brief fingering and her vocal suggestions, stood out in throbbing erection. He waved the gun at Dave.
"You stay over there," he said threateningly, dropping his bottom onto the couch and spreading his nees. "Come on, blondie. Wrap your tonsils around this fuckpole!"
Obediently, Shirley dropped to her knees before him, one hand gripping his shaft, and the other teasing his balls with feathery caresses. Bending over his lap, she flicked her tongue across the slitted head, and the youth groaned impatiently.
"Don't fart around all night!" he complained, pushing his hips upward. "Start sucking!"
Shirley moistened her lips and slid them down over the swollen knob, laving it with her saliva and polishing the satin head with broad sweeps of her tongue. Between his thighs, her hand shaped a claw that closed about his balls. Halfway down the seven-inch shaft of his cock, her teeth clamped down, tighter and tighter.
"Ouch! Goddamn it! Not so tight!" Jabber yelped, trying to tug her head up from its determined grip. There was real pain in his voice as Shirley increased the pressure on both his tool and his scrotal sac. "Jesus! You're bitin' the son of a bitch off!"
Dave climbed to his feet, moving slowly toward the whimpering youth. Jabber's tortured eyes saw him and the gun swung up to center on his naked belly.
"Come another step, pig," the boy exclaimed, "and I'll shoot!" His face collapsed in pain as Shirley added more pressure. "Oh, shit! You're killin' me!" he moaned.
"Right on, bastard!" Dave grinned at the lad. "If you don't hand over that gun, she's gonna bite your cock right off! Of course," he added softly, "you could shoot her. But she could still manage it. Anyway, I'd reach you before you could swing the gun back."
The boy was almost weeping, the gun wavering as the pain increased. "You tricked me!" he sobbed. "That's dirty!"
He let the automatic slip from his fingers. Dave stepped forward and scooped it up, tapping Shirley on the shoulder. "You can turn loose, baby," he said gently. "I've got the gun."
She slipped her lips upward, looking around with an impish grin. "I almost had his," she murmured, getting to her feet.
While Dave held the gun trained on Jabber, Shirley tiptoed into the hallway and returned with their uniforms. Hurriedly, they dressed, and Dave shoved the muzzle of the gun into the frightened youth's belly.
"Where are the pictures you made, punk?" he demanded. I'm only gonna ask once."
Jabber's lower hp trembled. "They're in the van," he answered. "We were gonna move out as soon as we turned you two loose. Everything's packed in the van." The gun jabbed again, and he gurgled. "Honest to god! They're all there!"
Dave pushed the quaking youth toward the door. "We're going downstairs," he said. "Very quietly. If you stay cool, I may not blow your ass off."
Urging Jabber in front of him, Dave opened the door and followed him into the hallway. Shirley was close behind them. They gained the stairs and made their way downward into the huge room where the van and the car stood.
Dave handed the gun to Shirley, whispering, "Keep him covered, kid. And if anyone comes down those stairs, let 'em have it right in the gut."
He hurried over to the van, opening the door with care, and checking the contents with a practiced eye. Reaching inside, he pulled out a carelessly folded shirt and carried it to the exposed top of the van's gas tank. Unscrewing it, he shoved the shirt down the pipe, working it about until it was thoroughly drenched in the liquid.
Dragging it out, he carried it dripping to the door and sloshed it across the stack of papers, leaving it with one end hanging down over the edge of the doorway. He tugged another article, a dress, from inside, and repeated his actions, this time leaving one end inside the tank.
He motioned to Shirley to bring Jabber over, and whispered his instructions to the white-faced youth.
"I'm going to light both of those," he explained. "Then, you are going over to the door. When we're both in the car, I'll give you a signal. When I do, you open that damned door in a hurry. Understand?"
Jabber nodded. "What... What about me?" he stuttered. "The Professor'll kill me for letting you two go"
"If you don't open that door," Dave growled, "I'll do it."
His knees trembling, the youth nodded, and Dave went back to the van, flicking his lighter to the two drenched garments. He and Shirley raced to the car, and Jabber scooted across to the door. Dave grinned as he discovered the keys still in the ignition and twisted the engine to quick life. He waved at the naked boy, and the door creaked open. With a powerful roar, the car hurtled backward through the opening, screeching to a halt as Dave jammed it into forward and pressed the accelerator.
They were a block away before he relaxed and switched on the headlights, reaching over to pat Shirley's thigh with a hand that was trembling with excitement.
"We made it, kid," he said in a tense voice. "By god! We made it!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Violet Montrose looked about the tastefully furnished room with an approving eye while Chuck Newman poured drinks and carried them back, handing one to her. She eyed him over the rim of the glass.
"I'm not sure we did the right thing," she murmured, "coming here to Shirley's apartment. I think we should have stayed at the house."
Chuck shook his head. "It's a lot safer this way," he insisted. "If they've been shacking up today, he'll come up here with her. I'd rather have it out here than in his own home."
He picked the glass from her hand and pulled her close against him, working his swelling cock over the pouting mound of her tender cunt. Violet slipped her arms about his waist.
"Keep that up," she whispered, "and I'll have you in the bedroom before you can unzip your pants."
He nipped the tip of her nose with white teeth. "Promises!" he chuckled. He pushed her down onto the soft sofa and cupped a breast through the thin dress as he kissed her.
Violet's hand sought the outline of his cock, squeezing and rolling the throbbing shaft, finally fumbling with his zipper and pulling it down so she could worm her hand inside. She drew the engorged phallus out of its hiding place and began stroking it, sliding the loose skin about the inner hardness.
"Damn!" Chuck groaned, his hips stirring. "I want you again, sweetheart."
His hand lifted her dress, and she moved to cooperate with his urgent tugging, releasing his prick to roll her panties down over her lush hips and shapely thigh, dropping them in a tiny ball beside the sofa. Her dress about her waist, she settled her hips and lay back, draping one slender leg over the back of the sofa, baring the moist invitation of her cunt.
Panting with desire, Chuck pushed his trousers and shorts down to his ankles and crawled on top of her, guiding his stiff tool into the welcoming lips of her eager pussy and ramming it home.
"Oh, darling!" she moaned, her ass working beneath his deep satisfying thrusts. "I can't get enough of that prick!"
They were hunching furiously when the door opened, and Dave and Shirley stepped into the room, their eyes widening at the sight of the copulating pair.
Violet choked back a startled scream, and Chuck grated an unintelligible curse, yanking his dripping cock from the spasming grip, and struggling to pull his trousers up over his naked legs.
It was Violet who gained her voice first, her tone angry and accusing. "What did you expect?" she cried, still lying on the sofa with her dress tangled about her waist and her cunt hairs glistening with the Juice of the interrupted fuck.
"You and Shirley take off to ball each other," Violet exclaimed. "Why shouldn't Chuck and I enjoy ourselves?"
Shirley's lips shaped a protest, but Dave's hand on her arm stopped her. Dave nodded his head and said, "Go on, Vi. Let's have the rest of it."
Chuck stood uncertainly beside the couch, gripping his trousers, but afraid to fasten them. His eyes went from Dave's calm face to Violet's angry eyes, drifting down to the moist crevice between her thighs.
"We figured it out," Violet said. "You two have had the hots for each other for a long time. Finally, you decided to do something about it. Well, by god! We can all play that game. If you can ball Shirley, then Chuck can screw me."
Chuck's jaw dropped as Dave's lips curved in a wide grin and he bowed toward his half-naked wife. "Nobody suggested otherwise," Dave said in a conciliatory tone. "I'm sorry we butted in like this."
He turned his mocking eyes to Chuck. "Why don't you take those clothes off, Chuck, and screw her properly?"
Violet gave a startled gasp. "David Montrose! What are you saying?" she cried.
"I'm suggesting that you two go on with what you were doing," Dave replied in a matter-of-fact voice. "We don't mind, do we, kid?"
Shirley shook her head, a slight smile hovering about her lips. She began unfastening her blouse, and Chuck's eyes popped.
"Shirley!" he protested. "What are you doing?"
"I'm joining the club," Shirley said laughingly, shrugging out of the blouse and peeling off the brassiere, waggling her big tits as she slid her skirt down, dragging the pantyhose with it.
Beside her, Dave was undressing with deliberate movements, and before either Violet or Chuck could find words, the pair were naked, and Dave was urging Shirley down onto the rug on hands and knees, climbing behind her to insert his swollen prong between her thighs and into the clutching lips of her cunt. Chuck gave a strangled cry and kicked his trousers from his legs, throwing himself atop the startled Violet and ramming his cock back into her slippery vagina.
Over Shirley's arched back, Dave grinned at the newsman's rapidly pounding hips. "Atta boy, Chuck," he called. "Get it real slick for me. We'll change partners in a few minutes."
"You're mad!" Violet groaned, her ass twisting and bucking beneath Chuck's savage thrusts. "You've all gone insane!"
Chuck gasped as Dave's hands pulled him up and shoved him toward the waiting Shirley, and he gasped again as her warm fingers steered his cock into the much warmer folds of her churning pussy. Wordlessly, he grabbed her around the waist and began fucking her with powerful thrusts.
On the sofa, a moaning Violet found her husband sliding his huge prick into the slippery sheath Chuck had just vacated.
"You're right, Vi," he grinned down into her contorted face, his cock plunging up into her belly with powerful throbs, reaching deeper than Chuck's had managed, and setting her hips to threshing in renewed passion. "We're all crazy."
Violet locked her legs about his pounding hips and clung to him with both arms as she groaned through a wrenching climax. Her eyes batted open, and she kissed him, long and hard.
"Why didn't we go crazy a long time ago?" she demanded, tightening her vagina about his stroking prick.
From the floor, where a panting Chuck still labored over the arched rear of the hunching Shirley, Dave heard his partner's voice.
"It would take a real professor to figure that out."
Dave and Shirley laughed, and Chuck and Violet wondered what was so funny about such a simple remark. Then, they stopped wondering.
