Sex can be a varied and heterogeneous affair, with as much mystery, passion, and heartache as the human mind can devise. Keeping this truth firmly before her, authoress Carlotta Graham has written a monumental novel which weaves the question of sexual morality into the tapestry of conflicting emotions and desires. Prowl Car Girl lifts the lid off the boiling pot of lusts, exposing to the reader the problems which can beset those of our society who are not-cannot-be judged as normal in their pursuits. In doing so, this novel brings to light their ways of disguising themselves from discovery, even self-discovery.
For a human to desire an animal physically is this a depraved sin, a crime against nature, or merely another way of enjoying sex? Lovely Lonnie Winston must finally face this thought-provoking and emotionally upsetting question when she finds herself drawn to her police dog instead of a male human being. Whether her ultimate decision and the final explosive conclusion to her story are Right or Wrong is a matter of discussion; whether she wins or loses is an ethical hurdle the reader must clear for himself. But the situation of this dedicated public servant fighting to preserve her private dignity is a situation well worth pondering, and the author spares no detail to frankly and clearly present it in all its implications. He confirms the necessity for a basic trust in our institutions, and for us to have the firm conviction that the police are fundamentally people first and foremost.
Delve with us now into the strange tale hidden in the heart and mind of Lonnie Winston. Know the nameless terrors of which she dare not speak....
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The police cruiser crossed the railroad tracks and turned left on Harrison Avenue. It moved slowly, almost idly, along the wide, tree-lined street and up the gradually ascending hill of the fashionable Embassy district. There was no particular need for hurry or caution, this being a very quiet neighborhood in very quiet Butte City, on a very quiet summer's night. It merely drifted along, keeping an eye out.
The cruiser was a tan sedan with Butte City's crest on the front door, and POLICE painted on the back door, hood, and deck lid. There was a large red spotlight on the top of the car, a tall, sturdy radio antenna at the rear, and a chromed siren mounted on the right front fender. Otherwise it was a stock Ford, except for the screen mounted behind the front seat and the lack of handles in the back.
Sitting in back was a dog. The dog's name was Brutus, and he was a specially trained German Shepherd, answering only to one master with the obedience of a slave. He was not a killer, as K-9 Corps dogs are trained to be, but was sleek and strong and fearless, and would kill if necessary on command. Brutus was a guard dog, and would "guard" his master unquestioningly, even at home, for Brutus lived with his master just as his six brothers lived with their respective police masters. It was a very intimate relationship between man and animal, as it had to be, and in this instance, the man was a woman.
Driving the cruiser was Sergeant Sam Palmer. He was tall and muscular and in his early thirties. He had the broad shoulders, narrow hips, flat stomach, and the tanned, healthy complexion of a man who had always prided himself in keeping at top physical condition. His hair was a little too dark to be called true blond, and he had large, piercing blue eyes in a lean, high-cheekboned face. His mouth was possibly a little too generous, but his chin was square and firm.
He yawned and flexed his shoulders, turning to his partner and Brutus' master. "Dull as dishwater tonight, Lonnie," he said.
Lonnie Winston rode next to him, and when he spoke, she was watching out the window as the fancy mansions gradually passed by. The glass was rolled down, and she could smell the sweet fragrance of summer in the air, a warmth which could not be dulled by the breeze which stirred among the many hedges, trees, and shrubs of the expensive property around her. She glanced up at the cloudless sky which was illuminated by an opalescent moon in its second quarter, then turned her face to smile at Sam Palmer.
"Always is on Tuesday, Sam. Especially after midnight."
"What time is it?"
She looked at her wristwatch. "A little after one."
"You want to start your patrol now?"
"In a few minutes."
Sam searched Lonnie's face for a moment. The policewoman was wearing the same tan uniform as he, except that she had on a modestly chic pleated skirt instead of his regulation trousers. She wore a wide leather belt and holster, and in the holster was a .38 revolver, and pinned to her high, full breast was a five-pointed star. The badge was bright silver, and in the occasional winks of moonlight, it reflected with an almost iridescent quality like a burnished nipple. Her long brunette hair was turned under at the ends, the bangs failing to cover her wide forehead completely, and they were ragged but very attractive.
Her eyes, which met Sam's and held them, were nearly as dark as her hair and had a greenish tinge to them. Her face was just a trifle too long to be considered beautiful in the classic sense, and possibly her generously formed mouth was a bit too large. But she was the picture of sultry femininity, and men found her completely stunning. Even women found her attractive. She looked like what everyone that knew her believed her to be-a young, twenty-four year old divorcee who was determined to prove she could do a man's job in a man's business. It had taken a great deal of persuasion and pressure to convince the department to promote her from being a "meter maid" and though she was not a militant "Fern Lib," she was proud of her victory and her chance to show she was equal to the job of patrol woman.
"You don't have to go on patrol tonight," Sam said.
Lonnie, eyes widening in surprise, replied. "Of course I do, Sam! That's my job! Besides, Brutus needs to get out for awhile."
Sam Palmer remained silent for a few moments, his attention returning to the task of driving. Then once again he turned to the lovely woman beside him, his face sober and a petulant expression in his eyes.
"I thought ... Well, I thought we could talk, Lonnie," he said unhappily.
"You can let us off at the next corner, if you like."
The sergeant's voice turned sullen. "You mean I talked too much at dinner tonight, is that it? You want to break it off?"
She reached quickly for his hand, caressing it as his fingers curled around the steering wheel, and there was a throb in her voice as she answered him. "No, I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry, too. I don't want you any more upset than you are already, Sam, you and me both. I'm not breaking it off with you," she added tenderly. "I ... I just don't want to get married again right now. Perhaps in a year...."
"Lonnie, I love you!" Sam said, his voice impatiently high. "I mean, I can understand your reluctance, after having been married to a man like Bill Winston. But I'm not like him!"
"I know you're not, Sam. If you were, I'd never have anything to do with you at all. But I need time, time to be sure of myself and heal my wounds. And ... And I like this job, and you've spoken so many times of not wanting me to work if we were married."
"Damnit," the older man snapped irritably. "What the hell makes you want to play cops and robbers?"
"The same reason you've made it your career, I would imagine," she retorted sharply. "Please, this is the corner. Pick us up in the parking lot of Hillside Park in an hour."
Sam slowed the cruiser, pulling it over to the curb. "I'm a cop because it's the only work I know, Lonnie. You don't have to, and you could live a great deal nicer than you are on the miserable salary they pay you, if only you'd say the word."
Lonnie's lips compressed tightly, making a little white ring about the edge of her pale, lightly applied lipstick. She opened the car door firmly, then paused before she got out to tell her partner: "I realize I must seem stupid to you, the menial pay and all, but it isn't just the money or how I live. I'm accomplishing something which I must satisfy within myself. Yes, and I'm accomplishing something for every woman in the United States who ever wanted to do more than wash dishes, make beds, and cook dinner for her husband!"
Sam Palmer watched Lonnie as she jerked open the rear door and let the powerful German shepherd out of the back. She stood patting her handsome beast, checking Brutus' choke-chain and her own equipment, and Sam stared at the way the moonlight sparkled over her dark hair and made it shine like a shower of rippling jewels. For the millionth time since he'd first met her a year ago, his eyes played down over her sensual face and ivory neck to the well-rounded curves that were barely concealed under the thin summer-issue blouse she was wearing. And below the windowsill of the car, just out of his immediate view, he knew she was even more of a provocative and enticing woman. Her short skirt tapered down over a slender, girlish waist to lush, full-swelling buttocks and thighs, then ended at the hem to expose breathtakingly curved legs and slender, well-formed ankles. Just looking at her now, as angry as she was, was enough to send ripples of lecherous desire running through him! And Christ! Only once, only once in the whole time of his months of earnest courtship, had he been able to sexually arouse her sufficiently to strip her naked!
In those full short seconds he sat gazing at Lonnie from the car, Sergeant Palmer recalled that erotic episode last month. It had been a lazy, unbearably hot afternoon, and he'd come by her small house to take her swimming-her favorite sport. But before either of them had realized it, they were kissing on the couch, holding one another passionately. He remembered his hands on her breasts, outside the flimsy material of her bikini top, and how she had made no move to stop him when he'd undone the clip in back, wanting to believe that going this far was all right. Then had come the tender, tingling feel of her warm, naked flesh against his lewdly roving fingertips, her moans and gasps as he'd lightly pinched her hardening nipples, her unconscious undulations as he'd pressed her down against the cushions and teased her flat belly with his hands. He had moved boldly downward over the sensitive areas of her body to the inside of her quivering thighs, and in one smooth unhesitating execution, had pushed his fingers straight up under the thin wisp of cloth to the warmly moistened lips of her passion-swollen pussy....
A dryness crept into Sam's throat now as he thought how close he'd come that day. The memory was indelibly etched on his mind of how he'd damned near gone crazy when he'd tenderly massaged her budding clitoris, then slipped his outstretched middle finger deeper into the throbbing, pressing passage up between her legs. But then, as he'd tried to pull down that bottom part of her bikini, something had evidently snapped in the voluptuous woman's head. She'd made the big effort, stopping him just in time. Naturally they'd argued: then he'd threatened, and at last, pleaded. In the end, he had gotten up shakily, his balls feeling like lead-weight sinkers, and had lit cigarettes for both of them in an effort to cool down his unwanted ador.
But he had known then, and was just as intuitively sure of it now, that beneath her conservative exterior was a latent hot streak which only a false sense of propriety and the scars from her previous marriage held in delicate check. Well, he'd been trying everything, even the promise of marriage, and he would continue to until he finally possessed all of that tender cunt of hers. He could think of nothing better than having a cute little hot-pants like the ex-Mrs. Winston to grab when he had the urge while on duty....
Now, Sam Palmer leaned across the seat and stared up at Lonnie with eyes dancing with warm affection. He said in a soothing tone: "I guess I should apologize a second time tonight, because I shouldn't have snapped at you that way. It's just that I do love you so very much...."
"I ... I understand, Sam, I really do. We'll just have to see how things work out, I'm afraid."
"Sure, sure. The date's still on for tomorrow, isn't it?" Wednesday was, coincidentally, the "day off" for both of them, and he was determined to make the most of it.
"Yes ... but only if you promise not to be so, so pushy. "
"Well, now," he kidded, "I'm not promising anything like that! Every man has the right for unlimited tries. Hell, it's an obligation!"
She laughed then, her momentary despondency turning into her usual good humor toward him. "Oh, you nit!" she smiled. "Let me get on with the patrol, or we'll be here all night!
Don't forget-Hillside Park lot in about an hour."
"Over and out," Sam said, and then with a wave, he put the cruiser in gear and continued his route through the streets of Butte City.
Lonnie Winston stood on the sidewalk, Brutus next to her and sitting on his haunches. She watched Sam's taillights recede in the distance, affection welling in her heart and unable to know that his air of chagrin he'd portrayed was so shallow he feared she would see through it. Her own mind was in a turmoil over the need to reject his overtures of love, and not because she didn't care for him, for she did, very much so. He possessed an affable charm and a forceful personality, and he was one of the most eligible and desirable bachelors she knew, with only an eight-year difference between them. The urge to shout yes! to him was very great indeed, but not powerful enough to overcome the fear of what that yes would entail ...
Sighing, she turned back to Brutus, stroking the fur of his neck with affection. "Come on, we better get started," she told the dog. "We've got a lot of walking to do."
Brutus rose, head cocked to one side and intelligent eyes gazing up at his master. Then, tongue lolling, he began trotting alongside of her, its great body pressing against her legs. Its toenails clicking along the concrete sidewalk was the loudest sound either of them made as they commenced their nightly routine.
On the surface of it, her foot patrol with Brutus sounded odd. However, when faced with her determination to be a full-fledged cop, the department heads decided this duty was the best compromise they could make. It was obvious that she would not stand for some inconsequential job, and to try and slough her off with one would only cause further eruptions and bad press. Then again, they didn't want to risk Lonnie down in the rougher sections of Butte City, like along Third Avenue or over by the mill. So they teamed her up with an experienced officer and protected her with a guard dog, and had her pounding the beat in the Embassy district, and because shifts changed every two weeks, half her time was spent walking at night.
The Embassy district was unique in itself, its formation dating back from when it was a small area reserved for the rich mill owners last century. Then Butte City was just another industrial village along the Ohio River, with the mills and workers' shanties down along the river flats and later, stretching along the railroad right-of-way. The owners wished to get away from the stench and commonness of the workers and factories, and so built their lush mansions along the craggy butte which jutted to the west of the town and which gave it its name.
Today there were many more houses of various sizes hanging by their nails to the side of the cliff, and looking as if a good wind would topple them down among the slums they'd helped create and wished to avoid. Connecting them were flights of wide stone steps and broad, pleasantly landscaped walkways. The few streets were designed in a pattern of interesting but intricate curves, and people were known to wander about in them for several hours without making any more progress than worms in a bait can. Hence, the steps and walks had to be patrolled, and it seemed like just the job for a resolute and obstinate young lady like Lonnie Winston. It would keep her out of their hair and relatively safe, and the exercise might just help tire her of the whole idea sooner than any other method.
She'd been on this duty for four months now, and showed no signs of weakening. In fact, as she hiked up the stairs and paused beside one of the lampposts for a breather, she was pleased to see how the exercise had firmed her muscle-tone and kept her weight down. She looked at her body in the dim glow of the lamp above her, noting how her thin blouse, tightened by the wide leather belt around her waist, caused the rounded peaks of her breasts to jut out defiantly; and glancing behind her, she could almost see the taut curve of her buttocks where they flowed gracefully into her firm legs. I have a good body, she thought sorrowfully, but it has brought me little happiness....
Lonnie Winston had been raised in a strict, religious family, and her mother had pressured her to attend church every Sunday while the other boys and girls were out playing. Her training since childhood had been that the body was fundamentally sinful, and as added pressure, her mother had instilled in her child that a girl should save herself at all costs for her wedding night. But she failed to teach Lonnie how to judge a man's approach, and so to the girl, the slightest advance or friendliness was taken to be inherently evil and sordid. The frustration had been almost insurmountable, and if she hadn't found a certain amount of release in fingering her tight little cunt in the privacy of her home, she would have gone out of her mind!
Eventually that had not been enough, and after her mother had caught her masturbating in the shower and had taken a belt to her. Lonnie had known something had to be done. It didn't take much persuasion to convince her to marry Bill Winston, for in his oafish, adolescent way, he was about the only teenage boy who had not tried to "do things" to her. Her mother was glad to get that problem off her hands, having nothing more important on her program than to see her child with a wedding ring on her finger and a Mrs. in front of her name before something happened.
The marriage, however, had been a disaster from the start. Her wedding night had been a horror for her, a night of terror and agony as her virginity had been ripped from her without regard for her feelings or fears. Bill Winston had been, unfortunately, exactly the sort of brutal and uncaring sadist she was inwardly afraid all men were. She had been unable to respond with the passion she'd thought she should, and growing frigid, she soon proved impossible for the doltish Winston to stand as a wife. The fights, the lies, the teeth marks on her breasts ... God, she still woke up nights in a cold sweat over those tormenting days and nights with him!
Eventually Bill had walked out, leaving her the small house and car in exchange for the blonde waitress at the Bijou Cafe. Lonnie then had to make her own way, and with her high school diploma, she looked around for possible jobs. She considered secretarial work or, like the blonde tart at the Bijou, waiting on tables, but somehow she couldn't bear the idea of ever knuckling under to another man. She'd had enough of that with her husband, his interest in her as a person a pure facade, and he'd treated her as chattel, a maid to cook and a whore to pummel with brutish lovemaking. No, she had to find a position where men could never treat her with the same callous disregard ... and it was then that she saw the advertisement for "meter maids". She'd applied and been tested by the police "meter maids". As a policewoman, she would be in a position of strength, but after she'd been hired by the department, she discovered the insistant urge to move on up through the ranks and consolidate her advantages. And so she had....
Yet then she'd been teamed with the ruggedly handsome Sergeant Palmer. It was obvious that from the very first he was attracted to her young, lithe beauty, and over the months she worked in close harmony with him, she found understanding and gentleness in the man's maturity and experience, and had grown genuinely fond of him. But to be fond of a man and to love him are two entirely different things, and Lonnie spent many sleepless nights in confused and troubled indecision.
Oddly pleasurable sensations would begin to tingle up between her thighs when she dreamed of Sam and how he wanted her. It would perversely revive a sudden twitch inside her belly until she was forced to squeeze her legs together in an effort to stall the teasing emotions. She had been fingering herself to orgasm since Bill deserted her, finding no other way to quench her wicked impulses, yet masturbation hardly satisfied her passions, especially now when her mind would dwell on Sammy's throbbing masculinity. She wished she could truly loose her inhibitions and do what should come naturally to her as a mature woman, but even the one time Sam had broken down her resolve and stripped her naked in her living room last month, she had subconsciously frozen up at the last possible moment. In spite of the intensity of her sexual reaction to him, there still had been a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach. No, it would not be right to marry Sam Palmer under the false pretenses of being normal. She had to stall him or break it off entirely, and hope that time would heal her wounds. Surely there would come a time when there would be nothing left but a minor scar to remind her of her wretched marriage, and she would be able to respond to a man with pride and yearning! There had to be! It was her only hope!
Stifling a soft, low moan of anguish that her thoughts produced, Lonnie started walking again. A little whine from the great German shepherd beside her made her look down at him, and in a tone she somehow had adopted especially for him, she asked: "What is it, Brutus? What's the matter?"
The pleasing sound of her crooning voice filled the dog with warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head, licking at her smooth hand to convey his growing attachment to her, and Lonnie understood that he was only trying to comfort her-as if the dog had been able to realize her troubles with his sensitive animal intuition.
"That's awfully nice of you to care," she said with a smile. "You're the best friend a girl could ever have, Brutus, you really are...."
And, able to show him the affection she was afraid to give a man, Lonnie lovingly stroked the mighty beast's big, glossy-furred head, hugging him to her fleshy, outer thigh.
CHAPTER TWO
Forty-five minutes later, the brunette policewoman came to the moonswept parking lot of Hillside Park. It was deserted and quiet, and over on the northwest side she could see the twinkling lights of Butte City below, for the Park was on the upper fringe of the Embassy district and was the unofficial dividing line between the city and Jackson County. She drew in thankful breaths of warm, summer's-night air, enjoying this moment of solitude after her foot patrol and before Sam picked her up again in the cruiser. She slowly meandered in the general direction of the woods, noting with pleasure how the moon filtered through the trees and threw shadows of elm and oak across the flat macadam, arraying them like black, bushy-helmeted soldiers.
Then she paused ... for a noise had come from the direction of some dark shrubbery on her right! Brutus stiffened automatically beside her, but she put out a cautionary hand to warn the dog not to bark or growl. She didn't know who or what was in those bushes, and she thought that discretion would be the better part of valor at this point, so she stood still, listening, hoping to find out more before she and Brutus openly announced their presence. There was a long silence ... then another noise, this time of cracking, thrashing brush. And a whimpering sound, as if an animal were in great pain! Lonnie began to tremble slightly, for this was the first time she'd run into any sort of trouble on her beat, and now, actually faced with these mysterious noises, she was feeling a little afraid. She wished that Sam would hurry up and arrive-and then she felt ashamed of herself for harboring such thoughts, instead of being the courageous and dauntless woman she had considered herself to be. The sounds continued, rising in intensity ... and plucking up her courage, Lonnie stealthily drew nearer, her hand brushing the butt of her revolver....
She took several more steps to pass around the sign-post at the head of the path to the tennis courts, coming closer until she was able to discern that the sounds were voices, human voices low and murmuring ... Brutus padded silently beside her leg, ready to spring instantly at her command ... Then she distinctly heard a boy say: "That's it, baby, spread them legs of yours wide!"
The answer was a girlish gasp of delight, and an exclamation of: "Ohhhhhh, Roscoe, oh you love me so good!"
The policewoman blanched in the darkness, too surprised to move as she unconsciously focused her attention toward the obscene supplications. A breeze stirred the trees; a shaft of crystal moonlight speared through and painted the two teenagers on the ground less than four feet from her, and she was able to distinguish their half-naked bodies writhing in a lewd embrace of lovemaking. The suddenly explicit view knocked the breath from her lungs, so surprising and unexpected this was to her!
Oh Lord! her mind gasped, and she was forced to bite down on her lower lip to keep from screaming out the words. A young boy, obviously the scion to one of the wealthy Embassy district families, was straddling the chest of a young girl about fifteen years old. Lonnie was able to see that the adolescent's dress had been pulled all the way up her slender, nubile body and was bunched cruelly around her neck, the tight, apple-sized peaks of her developing breasts flattened beneath Roscoe's buttocks as she rolled back and forth on the rough grass beneath him.
The leering boy was naked from the waist down, wearing only a thin white T-shirt which came barely to his navel, and the sight of the two of them together caused Lonnie to step backwards as if punched in the stomach, her own buttocks quivering in involuntarily empathetic concert. She tried to clear her head and think straight, knowing she must intervene ... that she should rush in and tear those children apart and end their wanton disregard of the Penal Code, section 647! It was a lewd and immoral display in a public domain; it was sexual intercourse without benefit of marriage; it was legally statutory rape, no matter how much that little girl wanted it, for she was obviously under the age of consent!
But despite her feelings of horror and indignation, the lurid scene before the young police woman's eyes burned through her ragged nerves like a fever. She shuddered from the unwanted stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She found herself rooted to the macadam, her eyes riveted and her chest constricted with an unconscious fear she would be discovered.
Yet still she continued watching in lewd fascination as Roscoe moved forward along the naked girl's glistening body, until he was only inches away from her wetly parted lips. It was then that the older policewoman could see all of his slim virile penis. It was hardened with arousal, perhaps five inches long and with a bulbous head of a richly gleaming crimson where the tiny moist slit creased it. The hood of its white, youthful foreskin hid the rubbery crown, giving it the air of an erotic delicacy. Lonnie was pruriently gripped by the sight of his hairless loins and the tight round sac of his testicles which brushed like velvet against the little girl's trembling chin. As she stood there, her eyes greedily filled with every delicious detail, Lonnie found herself unaccountably drawn to it.
Instead of the absolute revulsion of a moment before, she now experienced a strange, light-fingered quivering deep between her own mature thighs. Silently she licked her parched lips and curled her fingers in Brutus' furry neck, shamed by the perverse sense of envy for the young girl who was so eagerly willing to receive the wonderfully potent hardness deep up inside her little belly.
The teenage boy reached one hand back behind him, and with a quick flick of his wrist, buried his outstretched middle finger right up between the moaning girl's wide-splayed thighs. Lonnie jerked as he skewered the girl's tender vaginal lips, groaning inwardly as she watched him rotate his finger around the wet sensitive walls inside her pussy. She could see the girl trying to squirm away from the teasing torment her nubile body was undergoing, but Roscoe's knees held her torso pinned tightly to the ground until all the girl could do was pant in surrender to his lascivious plundering.
"Fuck me, Roscoe ... oh please, fuck me!"
"In awhile, baby," the boy leered callously down at the mewling young girl. "I wanna get you good and hot first...."
Fuck her! The obscenity excited the policewoman through her daze and humiliation, and she gritted her teeth together to keep from groaning aloud as she watched Rosco continue to pump his finger in and out of the girl's slender young pussy. He's going to fuck her, and I'm going to watch it...!
Lonnie Winston had never seen two people make love before, not even in pictures, and certainly never two teenagers not even out of high school! But unless she did something to stop them, and did it fast, she would! God, she had to stop them ... but the girl's obvious desire for Roscoe's adolescent penis made Lonnie tingle with strange, prurient jealousy. She had never desired a man that way, that much ... Ohhh, how she prayed she could...!
"Ahhhhhhh," the girl sighed, raising a rash of goose bumps across the watching policewoman's flesh. Lonnie felt her breasts respond to the lewdly erotic scene, her full sensitive mounds swelling and making her nipples press throbbingly against the sheer netting of her brassiere. She waited for Roscoe to move around and plunge his virile hardness into the fleshy elastic opening of the youngster's vaginal crevice ... but he did not! Instead he moved closer to the girl's lust-contorted face and reached down with his free hand to rub the underside of his hardened cock in a slow teasing circle around her moistly parted lips.
It swiftly occurred to Lonnie that the boy had not finished his taunting! He wouldn't be satisfied until he had changed the ripely budding schoolgirl into a raw, squealing mass of helpless female desire! The youth inched closer, forcing the blunt head of his penis between her involuntarily open lips, and now the policewoman knew what he was planning to have done to him ... and her breath stuck in her throat! Roscoe wanted the girl to suck his cock! Lord, she had never allowed her own ex-husband to do that, even when he'd brutally tried to force her! It was a perversion unspeakably obscene, far worse than even the two teenagers fucking! No! He mustn't do that to the innocent child beneath him...!
But then Lonnie saw the girl's tender face come up in glaze-eyed eagerness, and the rounded tip of her boyfriend's throbbing cock slipped between her lips and into the warm confines of her straining mouth. Roscoe tangled his hands in her hair as he bent forward, and she began a rhythmic sucking motion around his hardened shaft. Lonnie could see the tiny ridges of soft cuntal flesh pulling from her tightly ovaling lips as the boy drew back, and then disappearing again back into her mouth as he pushed his youthful penis once more into her sucking cavity. The older policewoman watched transfixed as he commenced fucking in and out, never quite drawing his gleaming cock all the way out, but leaving its young crown just inside the warm moistness of her tiny mouth. The girl reached down between his straddling thighs to cradle the softness of his youthful testicles in her palms, and she stroked them gently as she sucked voraciously on his now ramming penis.
Lonnie hardly dared to breathe at all now, the rasping which escaped from her own lungs having become so loud to her ears that she was afraid it would give her presence away. Her mouth was hot and arid, and the prurient sensations up between her legs caused her to clamp her thighs tightly together, making her acutely conscious of her own tingly wetness. Never had she experienced such a contagious kind of thrill before! The repulsive sight not only held her spellbound, but made her flesh throb with a lewd desire of its own!
Unconsciously, she reached down and began to tentatively stroke the front of her skirt where her vaginal secretions were wetting the thin crotch band of her brief bikini panties. She sensuously brushed her fingers along her pulsing pubic mound, quivering from the delightful ache her lewd caresses aroused in her loins. She slowly lifted her skirt so that her hand could gently, experimentally, rub against her passion-drenched pussy, with only the sheer nylon fabric between her fingers and the hot, swollen flesh of her fevered cuntal lips. God ... oh my God, it felt so wickedly good...! But it was so wicked, so evil, so wrong to do...!
Tears of humiliation and fright incapable of stopping her obscene masturbation. She was inexcusably wet as she taunted her smooth vaginal flesh, and weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp submission as she realized her body was lusting for more ... more ... and her hands were reacting as if separated from her mind's control. She couldn't help her fingers from sliding her panties down over her full, ripe hips and buttocks to bunch around her thighs, exposing beneath her skirt all of her hair-fringed pink lips of her swollen cunt.
"Ohhh, ohhhh," she softly sighed to herself as once again her hand darted to caress the sensitive vaginal crevice and tease the hardening little bud of her clitoris. She tried to splay her legs wider apart to give her sliding fingers greater access to her eagerly welcoming pussy, but her panties bound around her thighs. Tormentedly, she lowered her panties all the way, letting them slip down her legs and-then stepping out of them so that they pooled on the macadam beside her feet like a white flag of surrender. She spread her legs wide apart until the toe of her left shoe was grazing against the thick comforting fur of her guard dog, Brutus. Knowing Brutus was watching with beady animal interest only made her shame and degradation worse, and for a moment, the policewoman considered pulling her panties back on and fleeing from the parking lot in total rout.
But as her fingers slowly, defiantly slid upwards along her naked thighs to her love-starved cunt, she found that she was more beside herself than ever with an uncontrollably smoldering lust which the obscenities she was witnessing was kindling inside her love-starved cunt. She could feel her searching hand worm its way between her inner thighs of its own volition, and the sudden searing contact of her extended middle finger dipping between the moistly throbbing lips of her unsatiated pussy. Her intensely needing passions were not to be denied ... and she whimpered as she felt her fingertips brush along the sensitive opening, parting the soft, dark pubic hairs to pump into her wetly heated vaginal mouth with a lewd wet, sluicing sound. Her entire cuntal orifice was pulsing with the unwanted passions permeating her being, and she sucked in her breath to hold back the agonizing groan of pleasure she felt churning in her belly as she once again began to finger-fuck herself with wanton disregard for modesty or decency. Yes ... yes, it felt so gooood....
Lonnie was unaware of anything but the two youths fucking on the grass and her own obscene masturbation. She didn't notice when Brutus gradually drew his head closer so he could watch what she was doing to herself beneath the whipping folds of her pleated skirt. He sidled closer to his loving master ... closer until he was on his haunches almost directly behind her, and the ivory moons of her jiggling white buttocks were almost visible to him. A sweet-smelling essence of her feminine secretions filled his keen nostrils, and he leaned forward still more eagerly until her naked thighs were almost touching his black, moist nose. Reflexively, he jerked upwards with his snout, sniffing delightedly as he dipped up under the hem of her skirt.
"Oh!" Lonnie gasped from the unexpected contact.
Though it gave her a jolting, if wild start, the suddenly astounded young policewoman didn't move! She was still standing with her legs wide apart and her fingers curled inside the swollen lips of her pussy, but she was abruptly frozen motionless at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Brutus' nose high on the soft inner side of her left thigh! Why she didn't jerk away in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-respect, she could only blame on the prurient incitement which her masturbation and the lurid scene before her had started within her loins. Instead, she continued to stand there, her breath sucked in and her eyes wide with surprise, knowing her German shepherd's huge head was up under her short skirt from behind, animalishly sniffing ... and then, the hot pressured lap of his unmistakable tongue came against the moistened flesh of her lower buttocks, only inches away from her tingling vaginal lips!
Swallowing thickly, her fingers still pressed tightly to her steaming cuntal mound, Lonnie slowly turned her head. She gazed down at her animal-paramour who had momentarily removed his snout from her skirt and was staring up at her with almost twinkling brown eyes and erect ears, open mouthed and with wagging tail. He whimpered while Lonnie blinked with incredulity, the lustful sensations his hotly probing nose and tongue had fired in her already seething belly were nothing short of rank obscenity! And then, a mind-shattering realization dawned...!
God! He'd been able to sense her own erotic heat! He was reacting toward her as he would to a bitch-dog in heat!
What else? It had to be that, and the singing length of tongue had felt like a firebrand caressing along the inner crevice of her buttocks! Even as she watched the dog, Brutus slipped underneath the hem of her skirt and did it again to her, drawing the length of his feverish tongue undeniably between her spread thighs, along the back part of her flushed cuntal slit! It was impossible ... but it was happening!
"No!" she hissed in a command to Brutus, trying to squirm silently from his nose and tongue. She didn't want anything to be noticed, not now with the two children but a few feet away. "Back, Brutus! Back, I say!"
But the German shepherd disobeyed for the first time since his training. It was as though he considered her denial as only part of the game, as the normal coy coquettery of any female animal before she squats her hind legs in eager surrender to his mounting. He ground his cold nose still harder against his master, pressing his lapping tongue as far as he could into the soft, quivering crevice between her buttocks.
"Ohhh, oh Lord, Brutus," Lonnie whimpered, haunted by the fear of what might follow. "You must go back, Brutus! Obey me, please!"
But her orders seemed to have no effect on the heavily breathing dog. Worse, she found that despite her shame and dread, she was beginning to respond to the delicious sensations of his fluting tongue, and she tormentedly tried to resist the urgent caresses by defensively clenching her buttocks together.
"No, Brutus! Go back!"
Suddenly the boy in the bushes stopped, looking up as the girl continued to suck his cock. "You hear anything, baby?"
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnooooo!" the girl replied, her words muffled by the lean young penis stuffed between her lips. "But I don't care! Fuck me, Roscoe! Ohhhh, fuck me now!"
The two teenagers were silent and still a moment longer, and Lonnie was positive that she and Brutus had been spotted. But then she saw Roscoe lever up and remove his blood-hardened cock from the girl's mouth, and then slide down until he was poised in a push-up position over her undulating body. Once again, the policewoman locked her eyes upon the youth's slender, virile shaft as this time it slid toward the girl's wetly waiting cunt. Lonnie's mouth dropped open as she watched the girl's long legs come up and wrap around Roscoe's naked buttocks and flex tightly as she pushed her hair-lined little pussy up off the grass. The whole of his slender hardness slipped into the wetly glistening folds of her tight vagina, and a wet viscous sound drifted out as the adolescent lovers came together. Lonnie could see his cock riding up the narrow passage of the girl's pussy, the two of them starting a lewd fucking tempo as old as the age of man itself.
Lonnie squirmed emphatically to the youthful passion she was witnessing, and another exciting tinge of lust seared menacingly up between her own moistly naked thighs. Obscenely the great beast's tongue laved her smooth naked flesh, wetly taunting down over her quivering buttocks and in between her tightly squeezed thighs to nibble tantalizingly at the few wisps of stray pubic hair curling around her aching cuntal slit. She fought the growing sensations with all her might, knowing it was wickedly perverted to be reacting to Brutus this way, out here in a public parking lot while gazing lasciviously at two fucking teenagers. And yet, she was in a situation where she hardly dared fight back, for if she resisted too strongly Brutus might bark or otherwise call attention to them and they would be noticed by Rosco and his squealing girlfriend. The last thing on earth Lonnie ever wanted to happen was for her-a policewoman!-to be discovered spying on them while her guard dog licked her to an aroused point of no return.
God, God, but she had to fight! She must! But the slow, erotic tonguing of her loins, and the tickling fur of Brutus' snout as he wedged his way deeper between her thighs ... it was too much to withstand! All his master could seem to do was whimper helplessly as devilish tingles of delightful sensation rippled like sheet lightning from her belly to her brain. And almost as swiftly as they had begun, her traitorously accepting body began to cease its struggles, her flesh betraying her desires with ever-increasing rapidity.
"Oh ... Oh, damn you Brutus, damn you but you're nice ...!" It was too late now to stop herself, the breathlessly infused Lonnie insanely realized. She shivered outright, all the passions she had managed to keep from overcoming her in the past five years suddenly spiraling with hot intensity over her voluptuous feminine curves. "God, what am I allowing...?"
The eager animal beneath her skirt whimpered as she stood there spread-legged, her fingers pulling seductively to widen the hair-fringed lips of her pulsing cunt. Before she fully knew what she was doing, Lonnie was leaning forward slightly, spreading her legs wider apart and presenting all of her seeping wet cunt for the dog to lick!
"Come on, then, if that's what you want! Do it, Brutus! Lick it, lick my cunt!" she lewdly breathed back at the German shepherd, her words instigating full realization in her mind now, and inspiring almost frantic jolts of raging excitement to charge through her flesh! "Lick my twat while I watch...!"
Lonnie feasted her lust-filmed eyes in lurid fascination at the gleaming expanse of young male cock which throbbed salaciously in the moonlight, and at the way the girl beneath Roscoe jerked her slender loins up to wallow more of it up inside her greedy little cunt. Lonnie could see the muscles standing out on her thighs, and her boyfriend's hands cupping the naked white buttocks with a savage strength, squeezing the soft resilient moons mercilessly together, forcing the walls of her vagina closer around his pumping hardness. Passion flowed unchecked through the gape-mouthed policewoman's chest from the erotic fuck show but a few feet away from her, and a throbbing of agony built her moist vagina and hardened breasts. She realized that more and more she wished that she were the one lying naked on the grass, her legs spread wide in eager supplication to the thick, desire-bloated penis pistoning mercilessly in and out of her belly. She lusted after it like a gutter whore lusting after any man who wanted her ... and the unimaginable sensations of delight stabbed within her with every delicious lick her great dog gave between her thighs! Ohhhh ... this was beyond obscenity, she trembled, pulling even further forward to better expose her fire-filled cunt to Brutus. The handsome beast's long and thick tongue wetly snaked out, curling at its tip as it searingly dipped between her legs and up over the tingling lips of her pouting cunt. He lavished his wet affections on the inflamed mouth of her vagina, separating the soft, hair-fringed folds and drawing with a scorching heat upward between them, ending and twisting as high as her quivering clitoris. Then he would descend with maddening slowness, repeating his fiery lingual loving all along her cuntal slit and back over the crevice of her quivering buttocks. He raised gasps of lurid intoxication from the young brunette cop as she stood there with shapely naked legs spread wide, her exposed loins thrust back obscenely against his nose and mouth, the hot, pink flesh between her legs a flowing wetness of wild stimulation. Oh Lord, that this would never end...!
Then Lonnie heard through ringing ears as the girl mewled piteously, her tiny cunt flowering wider in welcome relief to Roscoe's plundering manhood. "Ohhhh, I ... I'm going to cum!"
"Me too, baby!" came the raucous response. "I'm going to shoot into you like a river! Fuck back! Fuck back harder!"
Lonnie undulated her thighs faster and harder against the searing firebrand of her dog's superb tongue teasing her naked cunt, wave after wave of consuming pleasure flooding over her. She continued to stare with bulging desire-laden eyes at the lewdly rutting couple, her fevered brain chanting: I want to cum too ... J want to cum too ... She heard an unearthly gurgle emit from the young girl's mouth and saw her slow her buttocks in their wild scramble for completion, beginning instead small, spasmodic jerkings up against the hard male penis imbedded deep in her cunt. At the same time, Roscoe groaned and thrust as hard as he could inside his girlfriend's quivering white belly, and Lonnie saw his virile testicles throb with his release of fresh young semen. The older woman was able to see creamy fluid cascade onto flesh as the boy's scrotum jerked against her naked anus, filling the girl's vagina, the overflow spewing out around her hotly pulsing pussy lips and matting her inner thighs.
And this time, Lonnie's own climax was triggered, and her cunt was charged with orgasmic secretions to the point of rivuleting down her own excited crevice and driving Brutus into insane paroxysms of furious tonguing and swallowing. She strained wildly in her release until she thought her entire vaginal area would be licked and nipped raw, squeezing her cuntal muscles around the talented dog tongue as she shivered over and over. Then, drained and exhausted, it was all Lonnie could do to keep from falling over on rubbery legs. She staggered forward a step to retain her balance, her short skirt slipping down over her naked buttocks as the German shepherd halted his maddening caresses. Brutus whined reflexively as if in frustration, but in his intelligent eyes, there seemed to be mirrored the knowledge that the pleasurable time was now over for his master. Cocking his head slightly to one side, he slowly settled back on his haunches with obvious reluctance, wiping the last of her cuntal secretions from his wetly matted nose and mouth....
Roscoe and his young lover were cradling each other in their naked arms, still not aware that they were being viewed. He panted for his breath, and the girl whimpered and writhed in his eager embrace. "You ... you want more, baby?" he asked the hungry teenage girl.
"Ohhhh, Roscoe! You felt so goooddddd in me!"
"Gimme five minutes and I'll be ready to go again!"
"Yes! Yes! I want to be fucked again already!"
The lewd conversation jarred Lonnie back to sanity, her own orgasm having temporarily salved her hidden desires. She slowly smoothed her hands over her skirt, unable to stomach the idea of putting on her panties again over her unclean flesh, and stared for a final time at the couple on the grass cuddling each other. Then, her hand over her mouth to choke down a sob, Lonnie backed away from the scene, feeling suddenly lost and soiled and not knowing what to do.
The kids were at it again, and would be for hours, she thought ... and what about herself? She was sick! She must be sick to have responded in such a ghastly perverse way as first masturbation and then allowing Brutus to lick her to orgasm down ... down there! Lord, she wasn't sure she could face Sam Palmer again, not with a clear conscience, not after she'd gone through this wicked experience! But she would have to, there was no escape, and she prayed for the moral stamina to act properly before him and the rest of the world, so that nobody ever would discover the sickening facts of her degeneracy.
She couldn't stay here in this parking lot, that was for sure! Sam would be along any minute now, and he mustn't find them or her like this! She fumbled for Brutus' choke chain, leading the handsome and well-trained dog in a half-hearted daze as she stumbled toward the parking lot's exit on the other side of Hillside Park. She'd meet Sam there, Lonnie told herself; yes, she would start walking down the hill in the direction he normally came and let him pick her up, far away from this evil spot. It was the only thing she could do ... for now. She felt on the verge of tears. Oh God, why did she have to succumb to such perversions? Nothing had ever happened like this before ... and nothing would ever be the same again!
"Come on, Brutus," she moaned dejectedly. "Let's go find Sam and tell him we're sick. Too sick to continue working tonight. I don't want anything more desperately than to go home and sleep!"
Brutus, tail wagging, happily trotted beside his master, and it was almost as if there was a lewd little grin on his face....
CHAPTER THREE
It was hot the next day, a Wednesday afternoon of streaming sun. Sam Palmer had the top of his Ford convertible down, and the wind whistled over the windshield and blew Lonnie's gleaming brunette hair out behind her, unfettered by even so much as a fragile scarf. Because of the heat, Sam had suggested a picnic out in the forested hills beyond town, and Lonnie, wishing mostly just to escape, fervently agreed. Now, sitting beside the older policeman on their day-off date, she breathed her first tentative sigh of relief, her home, Brutus, and Butte City far in the distance and out of sight.
Tall lines of ash and elm rose from the fields on either side of the road, the grasses stretching in waves of bright yellow buttercups and white spumes of clover, and a Matisse sun glinted through the overhead branches. It was an unblemished summer day ... yet no matter how beautiful the pastoral scene was, or how pleasant and charming Sam had been so far, Lonnie was unable to shake completely the insistent torment of despair and oppression. As they drove higher in the ever-thickening forest country, the young policewoman glanced down at herself and knew she showed no outward signs of her perverted actions the previous night. But she sensed they were there nonetheless, branded on her heart and soul like the marks of an obscene torch. She sighed pensively, caught in a terrible maze of guilt and dread which festered inside of her, feeling there was nowhere to turn, no one to help her in dealing with the sordid lusts which had come out of nowhere to haunt unmercifully. Despite the fact that a man who professed love for her was only a few feet from her, she felt alone and helpless, unable to resolve what to do about these suddenly surfaced desires.
She hugged herself with her arms as if bitterly cold, trying desperately to shake the lewd memories from her head, just as she had been attempting unsuccessfully to do ever since Sam had picked her up down the hill from the parking lot....
She remembered clearly the half-dazed, nightmarish walk along the road from Hillside Park, almost leaning against Brutus and using the huge animal as a crutch to keep from falling. Sam had been along shortly afterwards, thank God!-and had been highly upset over her excuse of suddenly having fallen ill "with the flu". Naturally alarmed, he'd wanted to do more than just take her home, but she had remained adamant, never hinting what had actually taken place, and calming him by promising that their date was still on for today. Then, once home to her small cottage, Sam had put Brutus in the fenced-in yard behind the house, while she had bid him a curt good-night and dashed inside. Feeling corrupted and unclean, Lonnie had hurriedly undressed and, wishing to hide her betraying flesh from view, had immediately slipped into bed, where she drifted into a restless, Fitful sleep.
She awoke just before noon, feeling dull and leaden. The dark-eyed beauty sensed an emptiness, a vacuum that only grief could cause, and for a long time she lay in bed, her intelligent young brain reeling with remorse. Lying there, the shades of her window still left up from her haste last night, she could see Brutus pacing restlessly up and down along his "run". Almost as if the dog realized his mistress was in the throes of some hidden inner turmoil, the striking beast would flash his affectionate eyes often in the direction of her bedroom. Through the glass their glances met, and Brutus paused, tail beginning to wag so vigorously, it shook his entire body. The physical sight of him only renewed her oppressive sense of guilt, her infused thoughts constantly filled with their obscenely bizarre lovemaking in the parking lot.
Lonnie clenched her eyes tightly shut and bit hard on her lower lip in an effort to block out the salacious remembrances the sight of the German Shepherd welled in her mind. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she blinked them back, not allowing herself the further weakness of crying. There was a time to weep, and there was a time for facing up to what had to be done. Life went on, and somehow, she must rise up and move with it ... especially since the bedside clock warned her it was late and Sam would soon be knocking on the door for their date.
Lifting her naked body from the sheets, she unsteadily dressed and applied the small amount of makeup she used, ashamed by merely the feel alone of her disloyal skin and flesh. She knew that Brutus had to be watered and fed, and that she would have to force herself to go out in the back yard and take care of him. She steeled herself to the task, vowing that she would not show any hate or revulsion toward her pet and mentor-for in truth, it was not Brutus's fault, not at all. He had merely reacted the way any animal instinctively would; she was the one who should have known better, yet had willingly allowed her naked loins to accept his lavishing tongue. In the end, it was she who had led her dog to awaken her dormant body into a raging mass of hungered flesh until she had been devoured by an orgasm that had left her shaken and depleted. She had seduced herself ... as if another person, a stranger, evil and depraved, had gained control of her senses and forced her to do those perverted things with him. And she could find no excuse to justify her behavior, nor reason to ease her mental burden.
With a gnawing knot in the pit of her belly, she walked out on the back stoop and filled his dog-dishes. Brutus playfully tried to arouse her interest with jumpings and barking and general happy frolicking, but she studiously ignored him. She immediately went back inside the house, leaving her dog puzzled and whining, and rushed to the upper cabinet over the sink, where she kept her small amount of hard liquor. Desperate for release from her own conscience, Lonnie took down an unopened bottle of Scotch, and then from the refrigerator she removed a six-pack of ginger ale. She sat down at the dinette table and mixed herself a drink, pouring a healthy dollop of Scotch into the ginger ale in hopes it would help calm her shattered nerves. She took a small sip, feeling the bubbly alcohol warm her all the way down to her empty stomach, and then she took another, heftier swallow.
Sam arrived by the time the bottle was half consumed. Although Lonnie felt ashamed to greet him after drinking so much, she couldn't help feeling grateful for the faint lightheadedness that swirled through her bloodstream and lightened the torture paralyzing her stricken mind. It was then that the Sergeant suggested a picnic in the woods, and when Lonnie agreed, he started the preparations. There was a short visit to the neighborhood delicatessen, where beside the meats, bread and salads, they were able to buy a half-case of beer. Then back to her house, where she determinedly set to work putting the sandwiches together. All the while, Sam tried to cheer her up with teasing banter and jokes, not knowing the reason for her despondency and unable to draw out the lurid reason behind her morning drinking-something she rarely, if ever, had done before. It failed even to dent the dark and gloomy clouds which hung over her saddened heart and mind.
Finally, just before they left for the day, Sam went out and romped with Brutus, exercising both of them by throwing a ball for the dog to catch. Lonnie snuck another full glass of Scotch and ginger ale while he was outside, the alcohol her only succor for the obscene images which continued to charge convulsively through her head, and it didn't make her feel any better when Brutus made it obvious that he wanted to go along.
"Shall we take him, Lonnie?" Sam asked cheerfully.
"No," she said instantly, with an inward shudder. "No, not ... not today. I want to be ... just with you."
Sam brightened considerably at this remark, totally unaware of the rational behind it. "Fine by me!"
Going out to his car, Lonnie couldn't help glancing back at the part of Brutus's run which was alongside the house. She could see her handsome dog walking irritably around in circles with flattened ears, presenting a picture of frustration and sadness that made her heart wrench with guilt and agony. Though she could understand and sympathize with how he must feel after his lewd intimacy with her last night, there was nothing else to be done. His vulnerable animal pride was wilting at the coldness she was showing him, as if he were a lover which had been unable to please her. Lord, if only he knew how well his tongue had satisfied her cravings! she thought as she climbed in the Ford and Sam shut the door. But she knew she had to be firm in her temporary rejection of him, or else she'd never be able to take him out on duty with her again! As it was, she wasn't sure she could trust him around her when they were alone ... or herself either! Fear clutched at her spine; suppose she were with Sam and the dog suddenly tried something improper, knowing no better? God! It would be the utter ruination of everything! She shivered automatically at the monstrous image her horrible idea formed in her mind-and then her neck snapped back as Sam put the car into gear and drove away from her house ...
... And now, gliding along the upland forests and meadows, Lonnie glanced at the muscular policeman, realizing belatedly that she was still rather inebriated. Sam was an excellent driver, and she had no qualms about letting him fight the twisting miles of narrow road, and watching him, she had to suppress a sudden drunken giggle as they swept around a hair-pin turn and came dangerously close to the wooden guard-rail. A minute difference of reflexes and judgement and she'd have been over the edge of the cliff, over the edge and over her troubles. For an instant of deep despair, Lonnie contemplated how nice it would be if she and Sam went to their deaths together ... but no, no, it wouldn't be fair to him, in the prime of his life and optimistic about his future.
And Lord! It would be such a shame to kill so superb a man! He was so strong and masculine, the muscles of his arms and chest rippling with an almost leonine grace as he braked and steered and shifted gears. He was wearing a dark blue polo shirt and pale blue trousers which accentuated his dark blond hair, and she couldn't help feeling a small tingle of fascination and attraction move briefly through her veins. If only she could respond to him the way a normal, healthy woman should! But in the wake of her perverted submission to her dog, she mournfully was afraid that any hope of that was gone now. And it wasn't fair to lead him on the way she had on the off-chance that some miracle would suddenly come along and save her....
Sam smiled winningly over at the despondent woman riding beside him, wondering why she was so sad today and worried that she might be sick with whatever mysterious illness had laid her low last night. In the back of his mind was the nagging thought that perhaps she was acting reluctant to be with him because of his pressing overtures toward her, but no ... no, he reflected, she had distinctly said she wanted to be with him today, and alone. Not even with Brutus along! Did that mean perhaps her inherent puritanism was finally weakening?
Damn, he was ready to stop the car where it was and sink his cock up into her warm belly until she screamed the truth! It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold his desires in check, but hopefully she was succumbing to his blandishments at long last, and maybe this would be the afternoon he scored! She'd had so much to drink, she was almost in a stupor of alcohol, and spirits of any kind had a way of softening that cold reserve of hers. Just the sight of her and the way her dark eyes were half-lidded and cast in his direction made his penis throb with beginning erection! Still, he had learned from bitter experience that to suddenly force his lewd intentions upon the voluptuous young policewoman would only turn her off like a water faucet. Before the physical conquest of her resilient flesh had to come a stage of mental surrender, a lessening of the barriers she stoutly erected every time he tried seducing her. And when that spirit of softness was reached, ahhhh...!
Sam Palmer jerked back to reality from his lustful dreams of conquest as he reached the turn-off to the secluded knoll where he planned to picnic with her. The dusty, rutted lane was little more than a two-wheeled trail following the contours of the hill. Sunlight filtered through the dusky green leaves of the oaks that thickly -lined them on either side, and the air hung so still that it was almost visible, a lazy silence broken only by the Ford and the buzzing of birds and bees.
He parked under the shade of a lovely old tree, and buoyantly helped Lonnie out of the car. Together they lugged the heavy picnic basket and blankets from the rear seat and through the woods on a mossy path, the last of the blackberries in a gully on their right. Soon they came to a small, secluded glade, sheltered by thickets and lush foliage, a trickling stream off to one side. They worked their way through the shadows until they came to a brilliantly sun-lit patch of soft grass, and it was here that Lonnie said:
"I've never been here before, Sam! It's so peaceful and nice!"
"I found it by accident one time when I was out hiking," he related pridefully. "None more beautiful in the state, and I vote we pitch the picnic right where we stand."
"I second the motion, sir!" Lonnie said, and laughed lightly, feeling the first moments of pleasure all day, and a slight relief from the depression which had been weighing down her mind. She spread out the blankets and laid the tempting delicacies they'd brought, while Sam opened the pop-top beer cans. Then she sat down across from the grinning patrolman and stretched out. The air smelled of sunshine and sweet grass. Slowly, hesitantly, life no longer seemed quite so grim to her, and in this remote spot with its hot sun and peacefulness, she hoped she'd soon get hold of herself ... perhaps cure herself of the terrible guilt she felt and begin to live again.
They both dug into the food, helping themselves to paper-platefuls of roast chicken and potato salad, mixed greens and pickles and radishes, sandwiches of cold meats and mustard-all the things which made a picnic a success. The salty spiciness of the delicatessen's wares insured a tremendous thirst, and that meant lots of cold, refreshing beer was consumed. It seemed that every time she had a mouthful of food, Sam was opening a fresh beer for her, and at one point she frowned with concern, knowing it was unwise of her to drink so heavily after the Scotch she'd drunk earlier.
But the foamy alcohol was loosening her body, making her relax more of the tormenting tension she'd been experiencing. Some of her mental caution began to dissipate as well, and surprisingly, she found herself starting to enjoy this afternoon more and more.
"I'm certainly glad that we got together today," Sam said when the meal was over. "I haven't eaten that much in a month of Sundays!"
"Or drank so much!" Lonnie said, and rolled her eyes to exaggerate her condition. "Whoo! Cold beer on a hot day goes right to the ol' head every time!"
"Well, that calls for another one, only it seems like we've finished "the cans we brought from the car." Sam jumped up, flushed and a little unsteady, and Lonnie realized that he too was feeling the beer. "I'll be right back with the rest of the half-case we bought, honey," he added, and then with a soft, meaningful smile he said: "This has been fun, hasn't it?"
"Yes," she replied throatily. "Yes, Sam, it's been wonderful." And it was fun, she had to admit honestly to herself, far better than sitting alone and brooding. She watched Sam walked across the clearing toward the car, sipping the last can of beer and mentally shrugging off the last of her morose despondency. She was definitely having too much fun to remain a wet blanket, she chastised herself, and she busied herself cleaning up the plates while she waited for Sam to return with more beer.
Ten minutes later Sam came back, and as he stepped into the sun-dappled patch of mossy grass, he stood for a moment, staring down at Lonnie. "God, but you're pretty," he said in hushed awe as he set the almost-finished case down on the blanket. "You're the prettiest woman I've ever met, and that's the truth."
"Nonsense!" Lonnie giggled softly. "I'm an old divorced policewoman, Sam Palmer, and flattery will get you nowhere with me!"
"I wish to hell it would get somewhere with you," he chuckled, "but believe me, I mean every word I say! You're like a 'venus, Lonnie; a dark-haired 'venus, I swear!"
The brazen-eyed patrolman spoke with genuine admiration in his voice as he studied her magnificently proportioned body. She was sitting as he'd left her in a relaxed position, only now the remains of the picnic were all neatly stowed away in the hamper and the blanket was clean. Brilliant sunlight filtered through the trees above and gilded her firmly ripened figure like an admiring spotlight. Lonnie had, in her haste to dress that noon, had chosen casual clothes that were terribly revealing. The thinly sheer blouse barely hid her high-set, widely-spaced breasts whose dark-tipped nipples were clearly etched in the flimsy fabric of her thin brassiere. The taut material tapered down over her thin, girlish waist and flat, smooth stomach to where a pair of hot pink shorts clung lovingly to her smoothly sloping hips. And as she'd shed her brown leather sandals when she'd first arrived, her slim bare feet with their small toes peeked from where she had curled her ripely tanned legs beneath firmly rounded buttocks. Her provocative outfit was impromptu and unconscious in design ... but if she'd had any indication of what it would cause to surge through Sam Palmer's alcohol-dimmed mind, she would have purposely chosen a fur coat instead! She was the ultimate he had ever desired in a female, and clothed so near to nudity as she was, the curvaceous woman made his groin throb with renewed desire to possess her sensual charms.
"Darling...." Sam said softly, causing Lonnie to blush under the warmly hungering tremor in his voice. "Darling Lonnie...."
"Please, Sam," she murmured, averting her eyes in embarrassment. "Don't call me that."
"But I love you, Lonnie." He knew he sounded foolish, just as silly as when he'd vowed his adoration last night and all the times before. He bent down to take a beer out of the carton at his feet, and even as he told himself he was acting stupid again, he heard himself say through clenched teeth: "I dream of you night and day, and if I don't tell you, I swear it will make me explode!"
The lovely policewoman squirmed on the blanket with discomfort, and hoped the wonderful carefree mood of the day would not be spoiled. She compressed her lips tightly, moved emotionally by Sam's sincerity and her own attraction to him ... and afraid what any further avowal of affection might mean.
"We ... we better change the subject," she said tenderly. "Please, let's not be serious now."
Sam straightened, stiffening in jaw-clenched silence for a long while. She watched him as he slowly stripped off his polo shirt and cast it aside, and covetously she drew her eyes over his lean, muscular torso. His tanned, developed chest was naked and glistening, heavily beating with the barely contained force of his passions. With his shirt off and his exposed body rippling with hard muscle, he was one of the most handsome men she had ever met, and she found her gaze lingering in shameful attraction as he clenched his fists with frustrated emotion.
"Lonnie...." she heard him groan, and then suddenly he was no longer standing beside her, but was down on his knees and seizing her in his arms, turning her around in his embrace and kissing her full on the lips. He ground his mouth wetly down on hers, pressing her lips back hard against her teeth. Lonnie felt herself stiffen with surprise, and then the soft eagerness of his tongue bid for entry, and she struggled to free herself from him.
"No!" she gasped, sucking in her breath. "No, Sam!"
"Yes, you're right. You're right like you're always right, Lonnie," he said with a strange panting tone. He drew her close to him again and whispered wetly into her ear. "But it's no longer a matter of right or wrong, Lonnie. This time, now and here, it's a straightforward matter that I need you!"
"D-don't talk like that!" she moaned. "It's the beer that's gone to your head!" Even as she spoke, the trembling policewoman heard her own slurred voice and knew she was easily as drunk as he was, if not more! God, she had to find a way to control this situation before it got out of control!
"No ... It's you who intoxicates me, Lonnie. And by God, you're not going to stop me kissing you, not ever again!"
Before she could find the breath to argue further, he was kissing her again with a fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until his tongue could splurge deep into her mouth. She shuddered and wriggled with uncertainty and fear, her lips parting in a trembling protest which he assumed was a beckoning for him to cover her mouth still harder. She groaned in his iron embrace, and despite herself, she found that her breath was beginning to come in short, labored gasps. She twisted futilely against his strong, manly chest, having to admit the feel of his beating flesh did feel good against her own barely concealed breasts ... and her admission made her fight harder in an attempt to extinguish this tendril of temptation which was starting to grow against her will. Dear Lord, what was she allowing him to do to her? This was sheer lunacy, responding this way to Sam ... to a man! But ohhhhh, his kisses were like honeyed wine!
Her arms involuntarily rose to his neck as she pulled him closer against her sensuously responding body. Lonnie could feel his lips crushing and searching her mouth more urgently, his hands sliding over her softly trembling back. Dulled by the beer and strained emotionally to the breaking point, her mind could not reject the lewdly lascivious tinglings that were beginning to course through her unconsciously quivering loins. He felt so wonderful and comforting to her, every delicious sensation working to deaden the acutely painful memories of the previous night. Instinctively, she began to respond to his subtle caresses, pressing her secretly wanting body to him with every fiber of her being. But all the while, in spite of the intensity of her response, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach....
"Oh God, no, Sam," she whimpered. "We have to stop! Please, let me go!"
"Never again, honey," he whispered urgently in her ear. "You want me to hold you like this, I know you do...."
"I don't! I don't!" she moaned helplessly in his arms. But her words seemed to have no effect, either on the heavily aroused man or on the ominously pulsing bulge that was starting to push lewdly against her belly. For a terrified moment, the vainly struggling policewoman fought even more desperately for escape, but she was inexorably responding to the lewd passion of his kisses and the gentle pressure of his kneading hand around her waist-responding too fervently to stop herself.
God, there was simply no use denying it any longer! Sam was sensually arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet, for she was starting to become hot in the manner a healthy female ought to! Perhaps she could become normal and not let her past ruin her future any more! Maybe even that sordid episode in the parking lot last night was even behind her!
His hands began to teasingly explore her body, caressing the hardening swell of her erotically distended nipples. She felt her breasts throb painfully against the fabric of her brassiere, and tiny little butterfly sensations fluttered lightly through her belly.
"There ... you love me feeling your titties, don't you honey?" he whispered as his hand continued to stroke her breasts outside her blouse. "Don't you ...?"
Lonnie moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight him ... not him and herself too! He was too strong for her, and her own body was once again betraying her. The effects of all the alcohol she'd consumed this day was causing her to turn into a jangled bundle of raw nerves, and her mind was rapidly losing control over it. And still came the sharp reminder that she didn't want to stop him ... that this time maybe she would respond with all the fevered passions that had been bottled up inside of her for so long!
In the subconscious desire that this was the right time with the right man, Lonnie made no effort to stop Sam as he slipped his hand inside her blouse and parted the buttons with an outward pressure of his fingers. The heavily aroused older man then cupped her brassiere-encased breasts, sending tiny licking flames of passion over her flesh. Pinpricks of delicious sensation raced through the softly pulsing tips of the responding mounds, as he eased up the flimsy cloth cups and rolled the hardened naked nipples teasingly between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the heat of his breath rushing against her ear as he moved his head to bring his lips down to again lock wetly upon hers. She thrust her tongue hungrily back at him and he sucked it deeply into the wetness of his mouth. Oh God, he was making her burn up inside!
He eased his head away and hissed enticingly: "Let me take your clothes off, honey. I want to see you naked again...."
Abruptly, realization of what she was allowing struck her, and again the old fears and horrors returned. She thought about breaking away and running ... running as she should have run from Brutus last night ... but she doubted that now, as then, her legs would ever carry her!
"Come on, honey," he urged in his consuming desire for her. "I want to see you naked like that one time you were before!"
Weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, but he moved over her regardless, his arm embracing her as her hand went flat against his warm muscular chest, the soft thatch of silk-like hair there tickling her palm. His mouth was glued to hers once more, his tongue sliding between her lips and past the barrier of her small white teeth, and she discovered that she was sucking it and thrusting back heedlessly with her own tongue. Unconsciously she let his hand slowly slide her blouse off, and then his fingertips were raking her tiny erect nipples, maddeningly squeezing and rolling them as he had done to her before.
Lonnie's breath came in mewling gasps now, and the muscles of her body were as taut as bow-strings as she involuntarily reacted to the delicious teasings of Sam's fingers. She jerked as one of his hands left her throbbingly exposed breasts to trail a slow, tantalizing trail down her softly quivering belly to the zipper of her shorts. She felt the restraining hot-pants suddenly become free and she gasped breathless as she felt his hand working itself smoothly beneath the elastic waistband of her panties. His fingers played unerringly at the pubic curls rising from the crevice of her tightly clenching thighs, and then it moved downward into her moistly ready vaginal slit. His fingertip taunted the tiny bud of her clitoris and sent it quivering upward into responsive life. Lonnie groaned heavily at his lewd invasion of her pubic mound, feeling his touch snake up inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her, and she ground her needing pussy up against Sam's hand, spreading her legs with unwanted passion as his thrusting middle finger slithered moistly and deeply up into her hungrily accepting vagina.
Gently Sam pushed the aroused young policewoman down on her naked back, and she squirmed her buttocks around on the blanket, undulating her thighs with unquestionably rising passion. She tightened her arms around him in alcohol-dazed eagerness as his hotly searing mouth pressed hard against her open lips. His teasing fingers continued to press sensuously at her naked breasts, and then down over her belly to slide between her smooth inner thighs and the vibrant mound of her wetly spasming pussy.
"Ohhhh, Sam ... Sam, don't do this to me," she moaned, but her feeble pleas for mercy were unheeded by the passionately aroused sergeant...." Ohhhhh, Sammmmm ...!"
Lonnie gasped with shuddering excitement as she felt his strong hands slowly and steadily draw her wetly moistened shorts and thin nylon panties down over her trembling buttocks. She couldn't help herself from clenching her thighs harder together so he could easily slip the unwanted clothing down ... down over her softly quivering thighs and legs ... until they were tossed useless on the blanket beside her. She could feel with obscene delight the cool mountain air softly caress against her naked inner flesh and moistly pink vagina as her legs parted to him in uncontrolled invitation. "Oh, Sam!" she panted up into his lust-contorted face, her desire running away with her mind. "Oh, Sam, I ... I'm afraid!"
"Don't be, honey. It's going to be just great, you and me together, you know it will be!" He groaned with the boiling urgency now rose in him to possess her with his painfully rigid penis-to invade the warmly pink-rimmed vagina which was slowly and inexorably devouring his fingers up inside its gripping smooth walls. Her nakedly exposed flesh was quivering with the same delicious passions that he was experiencing as he ground himself tightly to her throbbing body. His burgeoning hardness burned with aching intensity in the prison of his trousers while he slid along the satiny skin of her slowly undulating thighs. Jesus, he couldn't remember when a woman had excited him more! He had to have her! He had to fuck her on this blanket or his balls would bust right open!
Maddening ripples of wanton excitement continued to flow over the rapidly weakening Lonnie. She could feel the fleshy dark-curled lips of her slickly wet vagina being assaulted with his ever-burrowing fingers, and a groan wrenched out from deep in her throat as his lewdly probing fingertips taunted and teased every inch of her hungering cuntal slit. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she trailed soft hot kisses and whimpered entreatingly into his ear while uncontrollably she rotated her helplessly driven thighs. She splayed her trembling legs wide apart until both shoeless feet were braced on the dry grass. In dazed, subconscious anguish she knew that Sam was eagerly searching her defenseless pussy with almost animalistic lust and that in turn reminded her of how Brutus had abused her tender cunt with his tongue in similar bestiality not too many hours before now. The shameful memory infiltrated her mind like some loathsome ghost returning to haunt her, and she ground her firmly clenching buttocks down into the blanket in a vain attempt to escape Sam's insistently pumping hand, a soul-searing moan bubbling from between her tightly pressed lips.
Yet Sam Palmer's fingers never stopped teasing the sensitive flesh as he made contact with the erect bud of her pinkly quivering clitoris. "Goddamn, but I'm going to make some great music with you!" he promised in a choked cry of desire and greed. "I'm going to play a tune on you, Lonnie! I'm going to play the sweetest tune you ever heard on that luscious little music box of yours!"
"Ohhhhh Sam, darling!" Lonnie groaned helplessly up into his descending mouth. There was no escape for her now, and her affection for the older policeman only incited her on further. She wanted him! Oh God, at last she wanted a man, this man! Ohhhh, how she wanted him! She was fighting a battle within herself that she had desperately desired to lose for years! "Ohhhh, yes, Sam! Play it! Play it good!"
"And then...?" he teased down at her.
"Then play it again, Sam!"
But suddenly she heard a short, quick hissing sound, and she knew it was the unmistakable sound of his pants being unzipped! Lonnie could feel his hand pull away from her naked breasts as he struggled to lower his trousers. She tried to scream in renewed fear, but her protesting voice froze in the constricting passage of her throat. Spread-eagled on the blanket, she could only stare up with tear-stained eyes at the crouching blond man tearing the last of his clothes off. And then he was naked, and to her pain-flecked vision, Sam's pulsating cock was a hovering menace to her, his huge, sperm-swollen testicles swaying like mailed fists at its heavy base.
It was at that instant that the remembrance of her ex-husband loomed back up in Lonnie's mind, sweeping even the figment of Brutus's shamefully slaving tongue from her tortured thoughts. Sam was no longer leering naked over her, it was Bill Winston again-and the face she imagined above her was contorted with Bill's contemptuous sneer of lewd hatred. She could feel the thick rubbery head of his cock pressing mercilessly down against the cringing lips of her vagina, and she knew that the massively thick penis was aching with sexual demands, demands she was still mortally afraid to accept!
She froze for an initial second, and then her mind snapped with the spontaneous bursting of memory's force. "No! Oh God in heaven, never!" she cried out frantically. She came to hysterical life, squirming and struggling with insane strength as she raked her fingernails into the flesh of Sam's naked chest.
Sam grabbed her arms, pressing them down tightly to the blanket on either side of her wildly flailing head. "Lonnie ... honey ... I want you! I have to have you!" he gasped desperately.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she babbled in near frenzy. "I won't let you! I can't let you!"
She fought him savagely as he rolled over on top of her and guided his angrily throbbing penis toward her cowering pussy. She tried to close her legs and lock her thighs together as protection against his relentlessly pressing hardness, but his strength was too great for her to overcome.
"Lonnie ... Lonnie, honey, I've got to fuck you!" he breathed harshly, his chest a great stone weight upon her quaking breasts. "I've got to fuck you ... now!"
"No! No!" she chanted in a high-pitched squeal, but the insanely driven policeman was not to be denied. He continued to insinuate the huge pulsating head of his long hard cock up between the softness of her straining thighs, determined then at last he was going to have his way with her, whether she liked it or not! He ground his thick erection hotly down through the resilent curls of her dark pubic hair, fighting madly to reach the warm wet mouth of her moist and ready cunt which was denying him by tightly squeezing her thighs together.
To Lonnie Winston's deliriously terrorized mind, Sam was now just like all other men who demanded nothing more than to shove their lewdly brutal penises deep into her defenseless belly. She tightened her leg muscles until the sinews stood out in aching tautness, writhing and fighting against him in a wild effort to prevent his unwanted invasion.
"Great balls of fire, I can't wait another second!" he cursed in his frantic need to fuck his girlfriend. "You can't stop me now, you damned prick-teaser! Ohhhh, shit!"
"No! No! I don't want a man in me!"
Above the roar of blood in his ears, Sam could hear her frightened cries of protest, but his frustration and need were unbounded, refusing to give heed to anything but complete victory over her voluptuously squirming body. The beer in him hadn't dampened his emotions in the least, but had helped inflame him to this screaming rage of blind conquest! He wasn't himself any longer! He was a wild man, a jungle beast hungry for his beautiful mate who'd denied him too long! Christ! She'd been pleading for it only a moment before! It was just like that time on her couch ... only this time, by Jesus, there was going to be a different ending to the story!
A hopeless confusion engulfed the terrified woman's recoiling consciousness as she felt Sam brutally wedge more of his body down deeper between her legs. She tried to clamp her thighs together again, praying that in some way she could close off access to her trembling cunt, but he savagely pried open her unwilling hips with his powerful hands, and forced her legs wide apart at the knees.
"Now, honey ... now!"
"Ohhhhhhh, please no, Sammmm!" She screamed when his pulsing cock dug into the soft tender flesh around the throbbing opening of her womb. Sam had gone so completely crazy! She squirmed under his maniacally strong grip in a last futile effort to make him understand, but it was apparent that he was not interested in anything she might do or say to stop him! God, she was positive that his monstrously hard penis would split her right down the middle! She could see its long glistening shaft dipping closer ... closer as he levered over her ... its tip angrily purple, and veins pulsing with lust along its length. It was a male battering ram, and she could imagine the seething cauldron of sperm that was churning inside his testicles, anxious as a volcano to explode in never-ending torrents of lewd white seed. Visions of his brutal member spurting out his lava-like cum deep up inside her shivering belly made her quiver in terrified apprehension. The relentless pressure against the tight entrance of her cunt became greater and greater as Sam pushed down against her loins, and she heard him grunt in frustration as he tried to drive his thick mammoth penis into her fear-clenched pussy.
"No! You're hurting me, Sam! You're hurting me!"
"Not for long, honey!"
"You're ripping me apart!"
"What the hell! You're not a virgin! You're just a little rusty from lack of use, that's all!" His painfully aching cock was ramrod stiff, and just the knowledge of finally having it pressed into her hot unattainable cunt made it grow even larger. Pushing his knees out to force her legs wider, Sam knew that his moment had come! With an angry grunt, he shoved forward, his lust-thickened penis suddenly wrapping itself between the tight walls of her warmly clasping vagina.
"Arrrggg!" Lonnie felt a great flashing pain shoot up through her writhing thighs as if she had been stabbed in her belly with a white-hot poker. Her vainly resisting pussy was being stretched wide with the giant blunt head of Sam's invading penis, and it hurt like hell! She tried valiantly to worm her way upward on the blanket and get out from under the painful thrustings of his hard, thick erection, but to no avail. Sam flicked his muscular hips forward again, burrowing still more of his rapacious cock further into the depths of her hurt-filled vagina.
"Ohhhh! Aggg! Sam, you're killing me!"
"The hell I am, honey! Fuck back! Fuck back!" Sam thought his wildly pulsating cock was going to explode any second! Jesus! He had to get himself all the way up inside her cunt before he shot out his load of steaming cum! Forcefully he shoved harder, driving his erection to the maximum depth of her widely stretched pussy. His tunneling thickness ploughed up her warm cuntal passage like a locomotive steaming at full speed! And then he felt himself buried to the hilt, his cock-head ramming against her cervix, and his testicles slapping resoundingly against her cervix, and his testicles slapping resoundingly against the soft inner cheeks of her uptilted buttocks.
"Aaaaahhhgg! Please! No more! I can't take any more!" Lonnie cried out her agony to deaf ears as she felt the ruthless sergeant begin to fuck her unmercifully without even pausing to allow her to get used to his giant girth. Sam pulled back his hips until only the thick swollen tip of his gleaming hardness remained inside her clasping lips ... and then he plunged forward unerringly into the glove-tight passage of her velvety smooth cunt ... and he rammed like this over and over, in and out, until Lonnie was sure she'd be crippled for life. Her head swam with alcohol, resentment festering like a boil even without the pain and suffering she felt. Sam was totally indifferent to her feelings! He was not better than Bill had been! There didn't seem to be any of the gentleness or understanding she'd believed he had, but only the same vicious lusting selfishness for his own gratification that her ex-husband had always shown her! She was shamed to the core, the horrible pain embittering her.
II I live through this horrible event, she promised herself, I'll never see this brute again! And that thought dominated all others to such a degree, that Lonnie didn't consciously notice the slowly igniting flame in the pit of her loins. If things had been done in a loving and mild-mannered fashion, she might have become aware that his now rhythmically pistoning cock was actually beginning to feel pleasurable to her ... but then, if he had continued to be temperate with her, her inherent fears would probably have stopped her from ever allowing love to be made to her....
The warm slickness of her vaginal walls seemed to part before Sam's driving cock and wrap moistly around him as he continued to shove his hips forward in powerful downward thrusts. He was screwing her as hard and fast as he could manage, to make up for the months of frustration he had spent in longing to do this to her. Each deep, swift stroke of his hardened shaft was like a blow that helped released his pent-up emotions. The terrible strains her coyness and evasiveness had imposed upon his normally well-balanced nature were waning now as he battered her defenselessly upraised cunt within an inch of its life.
The helpless young policewoman was squealing and groaning loudly with each vicious plunge he took in her. He drove his lust-hungry penis in between her widespread thighs with such brutal force, that Lonnie felt it like a shock wave rippling through her hopelessly impaled belly. She noticed that some of the awful pain was receding now as she became slowly accustomed to his penis's monstrous size, but still there remained the shame and torment and deep anguish at his selfishness. She was still being humiliated, if no longer physically damaged by his cruel skewerings, and she knew that she would never forgive him for what he was doing to her. She couldn't, not after this day of infamy! What did it matter that it was starting to feel good to her? Sam was having her body without any regard for her mind or soul! None! She felt she was being fucked, and that was the word for it-fucked! Like a barn-yard slut he'd picked up for the hour!
"Uuuuggghhh! Pleeasseee!" she mewled, but there was now something new creeping through her tattered nerves. There was something almost masochistic in the gradually building flow of pleasure that was seeping through her sensually responding flesh! Her total exposure and helplessness to his savage assault was taking on a different kind of sensation for her! She squirmed tormentedly beneath him on the blanket, the agony starting to take second place to new vibrant sensations filling her warmly pulsing loins. He was debasing her, using her completely! Oh God, abusing her like a two-bit whore! And ... and there was suddenly something very appealing and enticing from being fucked like a whore!
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she moaned with the newly discovered treat echoing in her passion-gripping pussy. Now she was truly beginning to respond to Sam's fucking. Her whole lush body was coming to life, her fleshy buttocks grinding in wanton abandonment under his smoothly stroking penis, her undulating hips rising of their own volition to meet his deepest plunges. She gripped him tightly to her, pulling her legs up high and opening her cuntal slit wider to his pummeling thrusts as if she were no longer able to get enough of him inside of her belly. She felt driven half insane by the humiliating and sinful hungers he was forcing her to experience from his wonderfully sawing penis filling her pussy! God, it was so wicked ... but she never wanted him to stop!
"Ohhhh yesss, Sam! Yesssss!"
"Cum, honey! Cum with me! I ... I can't hold back any longer!"
Sam's testicles felt as if they'd burst like hand grenades, her final surrender to the passions of sex the ultimate trigger to set his climax off. Slamming his hips forward to completely bury the wildly jerking head deeper up inside her wetly burning womb, he arched his back and threw his head up as the first pleasurable surges of his orgasm shot into her hotly quivering vagina! "Ohhhhhhh, honey! You feel so damned fine!"
The nakedly writhing policewoman felt the initial spurt of Sam's cum far up inside the secret recesses of her belly, and she thrilled to the sensation of his enormously swelling cock as it throbbed out again and again. It suddenly unleashed an emotion she had considered she was incapable of with any man ... her own spiraling climax!
"I ... I'm cumming too, Sam! Oh! Oh! I am! I am!"
She could feel his rapidly spitting penis filling her womb to overflowing, mingling together with her own orgasmic secretions and then rivuleting out around the lips of her eagerly milking vagina, wetting their pubic hair and trickling slowly down the widespread crevice of her twisting buttocks. At that instant they were as one, coupled in a steaming mass of passion which neither one of them had ever dreamed existed before!
"Ohhhhh God, honey! Ohhhh God!" she heard Sam grunt, and she groaned in concert as her loins shattered with the sensual delights she had tried to deny herself since she was an innocent child. She was lost in the frantic heat of total sexual enchantment, and the once unwilling Lonnie was suspended in her newly discovered nirvana, ecstatic as her orgasm throbbed and throbbed....
And then slowly died away. With the calming of her climax, came the realization of who she was and where she was ... and what had just happened to her. Rape was one thing, and her pain and suffering at having to submit to it was something she could have endured, but she couldn't understand how she'd allowed herself to have responded the way she had. She'd partaken of Sam's savagery like a whore ... and like a whore he had treated her! He had hurt and defiled her, and that above all else was inexcusable! Her momentary excitement had made her forget her earlier anger at his crude and brutal seduction, and his lewd indifference to her modesty and wishes. She had lost her mind temporarily-perhaps it had snapped under his barbaric treatment-but with full righteous indignation, Lonnie blamed Sam Palmer for everything that had disgracefully taken place on this blanket.
Sam had collapsed over her supple form on the ground, unaware of her repugnance toward him. Lonnie could feel his penis slowly deflating inside her ravaged vagina, and felt her loins throbbing and bruised as they had never been before, not even when she'd been married to Bill. She wanted Sam to get up so she could close her legs, but she lay quietly, afraid to say or do anything that might excite him again and cause his thick huge cock to harden once more deep inside her. The thought of having to go through the pain and humiliation again would be too much to take! She could not be able to stand it, and she lay still in hopes he would let her go without subjecting her to any further indignities.
After a long, tormenting moment, Sam finally stirred above her. Lonnie gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his limp penis slowly withdraw from her sensitive cunt with a soft wet sucking noise. A cool rush of air flowed across her cum-soiled pubic mound as he rose to his feet. Breathing from her heaving chest and closing her aching legs, she felt the pain subside a little in the overly-stretched muscles of her thighs.
Sam gazed silently down at the subjugated policewoman, his sexual frenzy now subdued. He felt awkward and guilty for having let his unbridled lust overcome the patience he knew he should have shown to the reticent brunette, but he was unable to know what he should say to her in apology. At last he mustered the courage to mutter. "I ... I'm sorry, Lonnie."
He waited, but Lonnie didn't respond.
"There's something about you that sets me wild," he continued, shaking his head sadly. "I don't know what got into me this time, though. I know better."
Lonnie remained silent. She slowly began to move, tensing her limbs together to see if she could still control them. The ache was dull and consistant, and she winced as she pulled herself up into a sitting position.
"Lonnie ... perhaps if we hadn't waited so long. I mean, if we'd made love before, it wouldn't have built up so badly inside of me."
Still she couldn't find words for Sam, and unable to even look at the naked man standing embarrassed beside her, she put her arms around her legs and her head on her knees and began to softly cry.
Then, because Sam wanted to recoup his lost vanity, he blurted out in defense: "Well, damnit, you've got to understand a man's feelings about these things! I'm not a robot that can be with a woman like you and not feel anything! It's as much your fault as it is mine, you and your God Almighty virtue!"
Sam saw her wince at his cruel remarks, and knew he had hit a sore point. He was almost relieved to see some reaction from her, even though it was of rejection rather than love. It was better than stony silence! "And ... and you're some woman, Lonnie," he murmured in a softer tone, as if to appease the hurt. "One hell of a lot of woman."
Lonnie asked herself mournfully: Am I? No ... not in the sense Sam means it. If I were a real woman, I would adore having his penis up inside me any time, night or day. Instead I feel shamed and sick at heart. For an agonizing moment she debated whether she could unburden her troubled soul to Sam. But she knew if she did blurt out the truth, it would all come out, including Brutus licking her vagina in the parking lot last night while she watched two teenagers rutting in the grass ... and the truth would twist whatever compassion he held for her into contempt and rejection.
Instead she managed to say in a low, thick voice: "I ... I think you'd better take me back to town, Sam."
"Look, honey...."
"No!" she cut in sharply. "No, I can't stand this place another second!" She groped her way to her feet, slipping on her shorts without the panties, and smoothing them down over her still nervously trembling buttocks. "I want to pack up and go!" she insisted, snatching on her brassiere and blouse, "and if you don't want to take me, I'll walk!"
"Sure, Lonnie, sure. Anything you say."
"Take me home!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Goodbye, Sam," Lonnie Winston said primly as she stepped from Palmer's Ford.
"Honey, I...." Sam licked his lips, still feeling abashed. "Listen, it was just one of those things that happened."
"Well, it won't have a chance to happen again."
"I guess you'll never understand," the older policeman groaned, staring sadly at Lonnie's curvaceous figure as she stood on the sidewalk.
"No," Lonnie replied crisply after a moment's hesitation, "I don't think I will. I don't think I want to."
"What is it with you, anyway? You liked it, didn't you?"
"Yes ... yes, of course I did." How could she deny it after her own lewd surrender.
"Next time will be better, I promise. I won't act up."
"There ... won't be a next time, Sam."
"Why not?" Palmer frowned up at her through the car window. "I told you, it's one of those things that happen, that's all, and I've apologized until I'm blue in the face. You can't stay angry with me forever, not for one little mistake!"
"I'm not angry," Lonnie said, and as if realizing for the first time her own emotional responsibilities to the sordid incident on the blanket, she added in a lower, milder tone: "In ... in fact, I'm very satisfied. You were very good, Sam, and I'll remember it as long as I live. But, but it's finished, and ... and...."
Her chin suddenly started trembling, and her face dissolving in a rainshower of tears, Lonnie Winston pivoted on her heel and dashed for her house without being able to finish her sentence. She fumbled for her door keys, then lurched into the living room, slamming the door behind her. Sam Palmer's car edged slowly from where he'd parked along the curb, as if reluctant to leave her .., Lonnie leaned her back against the door, quivering fitfully as she gasped for her breath. She choked back a sob of self-loathing, feeling an irrational desire to purge herself, to cleanse her body and mind of all the traces of her guilt. She stumbled forward through the living room and into the bath, twisting on the chromium handles of the shower. A thick stream of water cascaded down into the porcelain tub, and she turned the hot water control all the way until great billows of vapor filled the small room like a hot, humid sauna.
Quickly then, almost feverishly, the tortured policewoman stripped her blouse and shorts off, throwing the offensive clothing and her brassiere into a corner. Bracing herself for the shock, Lonnie stepped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed, gasping as the scalding stream broke over her skin, turning it an angry pink.
The shame-ridden woman made no move to leave, but stood fast, and mercilessly scrubbed soap over her naked body. Her full sensuous lips were pressed tightly together as she endured the burning water, accepting it as just punishment for having allowed herself to fall prey to prurient desires twice in as many days. She thought miserably of her suddenly unchained sexual cravings that she had denied and suppressed for so long, and how they had unaccountably risen into an unquenchable force that was threatening to ruin her life forever. First it was letting a dog tongue her to defeat, then rutting fouly out in the open like some devil's trollop ... dear God, was nothing sacred to her any longer? How much lower could she sink?
Only when the water heater emptied and the spray became lukewarm did the anguished woman step out onto the circular throw rug. She dried herself briskly with a fluffy towel, and then padded naked across the narrow hall from the bath to her bedroom. She opened her closet and cloaked her burnished flesh in a full-length wrap-around nightgown. It was white, for purity she considered sadly, with many layers of sheer satin that was soft against her bruised and sore skin, and she was very cautious how tightly she tied the drawstring in front, so that the gentle material did not rub too closely to her sensitive breasts or tender pubic mound.
She contemplated going to bed and trying to sleep, for her mind was exhausted with shame and horror. Yet, simultaneously, a tingling euphoria glowed within her betraying body, and she knew she would only toss and turn in frustration, sleep a million miles away and impossible to catch.
With a heavy, regretful sigh, she retraced her steps to the living room and snapped on the television in hopes it would temporarily take her mind off her troubles. She went into the kitchen while the set was warming up, and then she sat down in an overstuffed armchair, her hands folded in the lap of her long flowing nightgown. She stared sightlessly at the inane quiz show being broadcast, her brain still churning unwantedly on more than the raucous games being played on the silver screen before her. On the table beside the chair was the rest of the bottle of Scotch, which is what she'd brought from the kitchen, and this time she was not going to bother with ginger ale. It was the only sedative she had in the house to soothe her nerves, and she was determined not to risk diluting it so the alcohol failed to let her forget....
... Meanwhile, Lonnie was not the only person thinking of drinking herself insensate. Sam Palmer rested disconsolantly on a bar stool in the neighborhood tavern close to his apartment house. The Rooster Bar & Grill was relatively empty, which wasn't surprising for the early hour, and Wednesday evenings were never the busiest time of the week. Sam was just as glad not to be bothered. He was in the mood to sulk, sulk and drink, and he was on his fourth double Scotch since he'd left Lonnie at her house. He had the grand intentions of reaching a dozen martinis, providing he could remain intact on the stool that long.
He was just getting to the point where he threw down the last of the Scotch and ordered another drink, when somebody slapped him on the back. "Sam! Hey, buddy, whatcha doing here?"
He turned around, malice in his eyes, and saw it was his roommate, Olin Hale. Olin was older than Sam, having turned forty-five his last birthday, and his hair was thinning and turning a grey around the temples. There was a bit of a paunch to his tubby physique, but he was a hard-muscled man after his years of working on the docks, and the network of ruby viens along his nose and cheeks told the story of how he played as hard as he worked, especially if it included a bottle and a broad. Good-time Olin, everybody's foul-mouthed pal ... but Sam wasn't certain he could endure his own roommate's overbearing company now, not in the afterclap of Lonnie's shattering refusal to see him again.
"Hey, what's the trouble?" Olin asked, sitting down beside him. "You got a face lower than a cockroach's ass."
"Nothing," Sam replied curtly. "Nothing at all."
"Aw, come on. You can't fool me, Sam. What is it, woman problems? Weren't you supposed to be out squiring that luscious partner of yours today?"
Sam pursed his lips, then shouted to the bartender: "Hey, Woody, make me another, will you?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Palmer."
"Make it a double."
"Make it two doubles, Woody," Olin called out then. "I'll take the other." Olin leaned his elbow on the walnut bar, frowning at his friend. "Jesus, Sam, you can't keep it cooped up inside of you. That ain't no good for you, and six-two and even that you can't drink your way out of it, either. Hell, you've got to go to work tomorrow."
"Speaking of work, you found any yet?"
"No, I was out looking all day, Sam, and nobody down at the docks is hiring. Scout's honor. But I hear that Black Feather is taking on cargo handlers next week, so I'll try there first thing Monday morning."
Sam grunted something unintelligible in the Scotch Woody served. Olin picked up his, sipped it, and continued prying for information. "It is about that dame, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Sam admitted after a hesitation.
"Lonnie. That's her name, isn't it?"
"Lonnie Winston, yeah."
"She's really got you gaffed by the gill, ain't she?"
Sam buried his nose in the martini for another moment, then sighed and said: "I deserved it this time, Olin. I really pulled the prize boner of the year."
"Yeah? What happened?"
"Usual thing that happens between a guy and a gal," Sam said with a shrug. "I had too much to drink and she looked too good to pass up."
"So what's the matter with that?"
"She threw me out on my ass when it was over."
"Tied a can to your tail, eh? Didn't she go for it?"
"That's the strange part, Olin. I mean, hell, I've bummed around enough to sense a sexy chick when I meet one, and Lonnie always struck me as being that way. And damnit, she was hotter than a pistol when she got going. But then...."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Olin said philosophically, "Some women are nuts that way. Something to do with their pride. They can never fuck and just like it, they have to be drunk and not remember, or raped and never want it again ... or some fool excuse to make them feel pure and holy again."
"Yeah," Sam said. "Woody?"
"Another, Mr. Palmer?"
"Yeah." He turned back to Olin, feeling better now that he had broken his reserve and was talking it out with him. "Well, Lonnie's like that, I guess ... but there's more to her than that. Sure, I get the same number of dreams about fucking my girl as any guy gets, but that doesn't mean I was right to take advantage of her today. Lonnie is awfully sensitive, and I hurt her a lot by acting like a caveman with her. Ain't right what I did, Olin, ain't right at all."
"So what're you going to do about it?"
"Nothing much I can do."
"The hell you say. You should go over and tell her what you've been telling me."
"I'd get my head blown off," Sam said bitterly, tasting his sixth double Scotch. "Or she'd sick that bruiser of a dog on me."
"What are you going to do about tomorrow night, when you go back on duty with her?"
"I dunno about that, either. She'll probably ask for a transfer, or tell me to get one. Jesus, what a mess."
"All the more reason to shag it over to her place and strike while the iron is hot. You let her simmer on this, and she'll treat you colder than a pickled herring. You don't, and you may wind up in a lot of dutch with your captain you've been telling me enough how touchy they are about her as it is. Why, she blows the whistle on you, and you'll be out herding goats in Flushing."
"But I ... I can't go see her now!"
"Ain't got a hair on your ass if you don't, Sam. I'm telling you straight, if you want to keep your job steady and patch things up between you two, you've got to go over there before she has time to collect her wits and bowl her over." Olin jabbed Sam in the ribs, winking slyly. "I don't mean bowl her over the way you did today, either."
"Jesus!"
"Do it, Sam. You won't be fit to live with until you do ... and hell, if you lose your job, then nobody'll be able to pay the rent!"
Sam laughed at this, his spirits bucking up. "Okay, you bastard, I'll do it. Don't be surprised if I come back with my head under my arm, though." He slid off the stool ... and kept on sliding downwards until he landed in a sitting position on the floor.
"Had a little to drink, Sam?" Olin said, looking down at his roommate.
"A touch," Sam replied, then shook his head dazedly, clutching the bar railing for support. "Jesus, I must have a snoot full!"
"You can't drive like that."
"Well, I sure as hell can't walk like this. How else am I supposed to get over to Lonnie's?" Sam propped himself upright and sagged against the bar. "I can see the visit is out, Olin. I'll just sit back down here and have another drink."
"Oh no, you don't! I'll drive you."
"You don't have to do that!"
"What are friends for, Sam?" Olin said with a grin, taking the sergeant by the elbow and steering him toward the door. "Put it on the tab, Woody!" he called over his shoulder to the bartender, and then to Sam, he added: "Besides, I haven't seen a good fight since I broke up with my old lady ten years ago!"
Olin helped Sam out of the tavern and down the street to the apartment house parking lot. He took Sam's keys and poured him into the front seat of the Ford, then went around and started the engine. Driving out of the lot, he started to whistle an aimless tune. He wasn't quite sure why he'd stuck his neck out this way, but Sam was his roommate, and a little sixth sense told Olin there was more to this than met the eye. He didn't have anything else to do this evening, and the situation did interest him ... and you could never tell! Maybe some action, girl-wise, would turn up...!
... Lounging beside Olin in the passenger's side, Sam tried to pull himself together and stop acting so drunken. That's all he'd need to do, walk in Lonnie's house slobbering booze and falling down over his feet. And Christ, Olin was right-now was the time to make up, and he should never have left her alone when he did. Damn, but he was an idiot! He'd always had the feeling that beneath her modesty she was sexier than a fan-dancer's tassel, but that was hardly justification for raping her this afternoon.
Of course, he could be wrong ... she might have been leading him on a merry chase, just as he'd accused her of doing in the heat of his excitement. But that still didn't excuse him, and he couldn't really find anger in his heart over her straight-laced exterior. Who could respect a woman otherwise? So what if she has a knock-out figure-so does a whore! He wanted a female who was affectionate and discerning in her choice of him, as well as being lovely to look at. And Lonnie was no whore. She was too beautiful a person not to have been more tender and understanding toward, and he hoped that someway, somehow, he could make it up to her. Perhaps in time, if she was willing to forgive and forget, he could build a warm and intimate relationship with her, and they could find a mutual, shared love and trust for one another....
With this attitude running through his inebriated mind, Sam eagerly watched as Olin drove the Ford up to the curb and parked in front of Lonnie's house. He got out, swaying from the cool evening air again as he deeply breathed its cleanness, his head a whirling carousel from all the liquor he'd had.
"You want me to stay, Sam?" Olin asked.
"Well ... maybe you better, at least for a few minutes." He turned and grinned back at his roommate. "In fact, you might follow me up to the porch-you never can tell, I might need you!"
Olin chuckled, coming around the other side of the Ford. "Lead the way, pal."
Sam trundled up the lawn to the porch, his head and torso high and arched in his attempt to stay upright and look sober. The closer to the house he got, the more reluctant he was to face the angry woman he'd dropped off here a little over an hour before. He'd just as soon go up against the Black Bart gang without guns as go inside Lonnie's house ... but it had to be done. The wide, shallow steps to the front door were narrow, wobbly ladders to him, his feet slipping, his hand clutching the railing, and then he was at the door, fumbling with the knob.
"Shouldn't you knock first, Sam?"
"Right you are, Olin. That's the polite thing to do." But Sam's hand refused to form into a fist or hit the wood door with more than a muted tap. He heard sounds from inside; Lonnie was there ... but she wouldn't answer the door ... and unable to control his longings a moment longer, Sam wrenched the knob and walked into the living room, trying to put an apologetic expression on his face. The room was empty.
"Nobody here," Olin said unnecessarily.
"But I hear her, Olin," Sam said. And he did, too-or at least some weirdly passionate sounds that made him think of Lonnie. He started across the living room carpet, Olin tagging hesitantly behind him, and then down the hallway.
"Say, wait a minute, Sam. You can't go bursting in her bedroom! For Christ's sake, she may be dressing!"
If Sam heard his roommate's protests, he was too drunk to respect them. The door to Lonnie's bedroom was wide open, and he walked almost in before he was cognizant of what was happening in there ... then ... What the hell!
The police sergeant took one wild, blinding glimpse, and his jaw dropped like shattered glass. His face grew a bright beet red as he viewed in stunned silence his lovely woman crouching on all fours in the middle of the bedroom rug. And mounted on top of her back and humping into her wide-splayed buttocks, was the feverishly fucking body of Brutus, her German shepherd dog!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Stop it!" Lonnie had yelled out to the depressing silence of her house a half hour before Sam returned. "Stop thinking this way!"
Angrily she leapt to her feet, stamping one foot in an effort to shake off the mood of shame and horror that was enfolding her like a thunder cloud despite all the Scotch she'd drunk. There was an inch of alcohol in the bottle and a different but equally stupid quiz show on television, and sitting here in the chair had not helped at all. She had spent the entire time trying to forget the vicious assault on her defenseless body by that despicable partner of hers, Sam Palmer, but if anything, the memory was fresher than ever.
Worse, the more she pondered over the obscenely vile events of this day and last night, the more she understood that the truly bitter horror was not what had been done to her so much as what she had done to herself. She had not merely surrendered to the unavoidable, but had ultimately given herself willingly and wantonly to the shameful but exciting sensations that the dog and then Sam had sent coursing through her flesh. This was inexcusable, and it frightened her more than anything else.
Drunkenly she shivered from her humiliating confession and took a last swallow of Scotch directly from the bottle. She had changed, there was no doubt about that. She, who had once been so frigid and afraid of sex, seemed to have grown a callous around her once pitifully naive innocence. She had compromised herself twice in a row, and increasingly she saw that she could no more blame Sam for what he'd done out there on the blanket with her, than she could chastize Brutus for what he'd done in the parking lot. She was ruined, perhaps without redemption, and she was convinced that one more day like today and her life would not be worth living.
She vowed tearfully that she would make one last effort to salvage what she could of her self-respect and her career. She'd considered a hasty, feigned sick-call to the Department, but that would only delay the inevitable. Sooner or later she would have to go back to work. A quick resignation would do more damage than good, she feared, for a sudden leaving of town could easily result in a bad recommendation, and without her restraining presence, Sam might openly brag of his conquest. Worse, she simply did not have the money to travel far enough away from this nightmare! No, Lonnie knew deep inside herself that the only chance she had was to stay in Butte City and stick it out. Somehow she had to find the stamina to see this shameful situation through, and pray that things didn't get any worse. Lord, how could they get any worse than they were already?
And yet ... God! How could she hope to have the nerve to act natural around Sam Palmer? He knew! He knew what they had done today, and she couldn't keep it from him! And though he had no idea that she'd allowed her dog to tongue her vagina to orgasm, she was sure that lewd blot was as conspicuous as the sun itself! Her guilt and inner torment were shredding her apart, and it seemed the more she considered her sordid actions, the more upset she became!
She had to get her mind off it for at least a little while, before she went stark raving mad with her own self-torturing thoughts. Maybe some fresh air would help, a nice walk through the neighborhood in the cool evening sunset ... no, that would entail meeting friends and neighbors, and she didn't feel up to stopping and chatting with anybody at the moment. Brutus. Well, she had been awfully unfair to him today, and he did need to be taken care of. After her far more scandalous behavior with Sam today, the slip with him last night was relatively minor, and no longer bothered her half so much when considered separately. And besides, if she looked after Brutus for awhile, she wouldn't have to leave the house and change out of her comfortable nightgown.
Her mind made up, Lonnie padded on bare feet to the back door and whistled for Brutus. The handsome German shepherd bounded across the lawn, barking happily that his mistress had returned to him. She rubbed his furry neck, smiling down at him and cooing in her special voice that everything was all right now, and then she led him into the house. While the backyard was fenced, it was only chain-link and not private enough from her nosy neighbors to the south. As concealed as she was in the multi-folds of her satin gown, she had no intention of letting that beady-eyed old Mr. Sternwheeler catch sight of her parading outside in her nightgown. God only knew what that might lead to after all that had been happening!
She smiled as the dog trotted obediently beside her into the living room, his welcoming presence lessening the anguish and loneliness she was feeling. He crowded affectionately against her legs, pleased that she was no longer acting aloof and distant to him, as if she'd been angry with him, and he gazed up with fond eyes when she stooped to talk to him soothingly.
"You're a good dog, Brutus," she murmured, patting his head. "A very good dog, and I ... I shouldn't have been so mean to you this morning. It was my fault about last night, not yours. If I had been the strong woman I always had considered myself to be, none of this ... well, it doesn't matter. I guess it'll be just you and me from now on, though," she added ruefully. "So we better get along together, right?"
Brutus raised his head and before she realized his intentions, his warm, moist tongue quickly darted out to brush hotly across her lips. In a natural reaction, Lonnie drew her face back up, surprised, but not repelled. In fact, the loving wet contact had sent an unexpected sensation fluttering through her! For a long moment, she stared deeply into his wide brown eyes, taking his handsome head between her trembling hands. Brutus had kissed her and he knew it! The devilish glimmer in his eyes was a dead give-away! She glanced away, burning with sudden shame, but still she was terribly aware of his muscular lean body pressing against her legs. She could almost feel the warmth of his animalistic virility pulsing out to her from the smooth, glossy coat of hair. God! What was she thinking!
Lonnie pushed the dog away from her, staring horrifiedly down into his ever-innocent, unguilty face. He whined up at her, as if sensing the heat he had unwarrantedly rekindled within her belly and loins. "Oh, Brutus, Brutus, what am I to do with you?" the shaken policewoman moaned in self-bewilderment and humiliation.
Brutus didn't answer her in so many words, but his eyes seemed to linger brashly, almost impudently over her round curves gently clothed beneath her frail nightgown. God! It was absurd to believe a dog could harbor such an emotion, and Lonnie bit into the soft flesh of her lower lip, determined to overcome the immoral idea which she was sure sprang only as a figment in her own mind. A pet, no matter how loyal or loving, simply did not stare passionately at his mistress! But she felt her mind whirling around in befuddlement, unable to decide exactly what was the reality of Brutus' expression and what was only in her mind. Ohhh ... what she needed was another drink, something to steady her before she lost her wits completely!
She returned to the kitchen and the familiar cupboard over the sink. The Scotch was gone, and for an instant Lonnie could hardly believe that she alone had managed to down an entire fifth today ... but then this day had been most peculiar all the way around! There was only an opened pint of vodka up there now, but she gratefully took it down and filled a glass with some of the hot, clear liquid. The vodka burned her throat and stomach on the way down, making her slightly sick until she thought of the illusions she'd just had that Brutus was somehow more than merely a dog with a dog's mentality, instincts and desires ... and the shameful phantasy made her lift the glass and take another heavy swallow. The warming alcohol flowed instantly through her bloodstream, relaxing her and soothing her jittery passions.
Dear Lord, what had taken possession of her mind so thoroughly after Brutus had affectionately laved her face? A stupid question; she knew all too well what was the matter. She could feel the inflamed pink lips of her involuntarily swelling vagina tingling slightly, and the first tentative hardening of her nipples, and the beginning heave of her full thrust breasts against the silky softness of her sheer nightgown. And God in heaven, she knew! How she knew!
Somehow she had to defeat these mysterious cravings that were rising out of nowhere in her traitorous body to overcome all sense of decency and morality! She had to! She couldn't go on like this, afraid to trust herself even in the privacy of her own home!
She refused to sit down in her agitated state of mind, and Brutus stalked her like a shadow through the different rooms of her house, getting close enough to brush against her when she would pause in the kitchen for a refill of vodka. All alone in the privacy of my house ... all alone with just me and my dog ... Lonnie shivered from the subversive thought. Once again she walked through the rooms, stopping in the bedroom to stare at herself in the large mirror over her bureau. The face returning her features was waxen and pale, the large dark eyes somber with painful anxiety....
Suddenly she shuddered, sucking in her breath. There in the background of the mirror's reflection was Brutus, sitting on his haunches and watching her intently. God, and the way he was staring at her! It was worse than before! But it had to be only her over-wrought imagination playing tricks on her again, because no dog could possibly feast his eyes on his mistress so brazenly as to give the impression he was mentally undressing her! A savage thrill speared through her weakening resolve as she felt a tremor of erotic response deep between her moist inner thighs. She turned around to study the dog carefully, and no ... not unless she was going crazy, she was positive now that Brutus was viewing her lecherously! Her darling dog wanted to see her naked breasts and legs, and if only she had the lewd nerve to let him! She was filled with the perverted desire to take off her nightgown right then and there, before his dark brown eyes ... to strip right down to where he could see everything he wanted to ... even her secretion-wet pussy he'd so deliciously licked last night!
Damn! Oh damnation, she had to resist her unspeakably wicked impulses which were tugging at the very core of her being! This was horrible, Lonnie told herself ... horrible and perverted, even if she were mistaken about the dog! For even if Brutus had no idea what was happening, she did! Yet in spite of her sincere revulsion at her own animal lustings, the trembling policewoman felt another tremendous surge of salacious delight filtering through her at the notions of what Brutus could do if she were naked before him. How easy it would be ... all she'd have to do is crook her finger and the dog would come begging with that talented tongue of his ... and then ... God, and then! She could feel herself quaking all over, her firm round buttocks quivering as she stood but a yard from her German shepherd and attempted one last time to gain control of her rapidly fleeing senses.
But it was too late. Too late! Too late to even feel remorse for the licking flames of indecent temptation that were overwhelming the moistened flesh of her warmly aroused cuntal slit. There was still a part of her drunken mind which rebelled at the shameless immorality of her once-again burgeoning desires, but a much more urgent voice was persuading that she wanted" this handsome dog, and that they were alone in her own house, and nobody ever need to know! And Brutus wanted her just as needfully, that was obvious by the way he sat shivering in tensed emotion, ready to obey her slightest obscene command! How could she deny herself or her pet the forbidden pleasures they could enjoy once more together? God, she couldn't! It was too damned late to deny them!
Almost sobbing now from her inexorably growing wants, Lonnie sat down on the side of the bed. Brutus came closer until he could rest his head in her lap, the hot, spicy aroma from up between her warm naked legs saturating his trained, animated instincts...!
"Oh, you mind-reading brute!" Lonnie hissed, stroking his great head cradled on the soft folds of her nightgown. "You want to make an animal out of me, don't you? Well, after all these years of being a no-sex vegetable, I want that too! I want to be an animal, and I ... I can't help it!"
Lonnie's brain swam from the Scotch and the vodka she'd drunk. But the liquor had done nothing to ease the burning sensual excitement within her as she'd hoped it would. Nothing could do that, she saw that now, nothing but fulfillment ... and she was absolutely aflame with perverted desire! And she'd tried so hard to quell her newly discovered passions! There was no chance, no chance at all for her to return to normal, God-fearing decency, for she was a total, seething wetness between her thighs, and she knew that Brutus keenly sensed it! He was merely waiting ... waiting...!
"Ohhhh," she moaned aloud, once more pressing him back away and gaining her feet, though none too steadily. "Then if you want me that way, Brutus dear, then that's the way you'll have me! An animal!"
Brutus squatted on his haunches again, wagging his tail as he saw her slowly suck in her breath as if in final resolve. Her lovely mouth curved in an obscene smile of lust and her eyes gleamed licentiously, watching him closely to make sure he was catching every sensuous undulation she made. Lonnie tried to warn herself that what she was purposely doing was wrong ... That the seducing of her dog was against God's and man's law both, and could only lead to her eventual downfall. But her incensed demands were too fevered for that pink wet tongue that was panting from the side of Brutus' snout now, her vows and promises feeble barriers that were swept aside as she began to teasingly undo the cord to her nightgown. Her body's perverted needs were once more in firm control of her senses, forcing her to stand provocatively before the German shepherd with her legs spread apart, her palms sliding down over the fullness of her breasts as her gown slowly draped open.
"I'm undressing for you, Brutus lover," she cooed tauntingly above him. "You want to see me naked, don't you? It's not my imagination at all ... you truly do want to see your mistress naked!"
Lonnie moved with the lithe awareness of being fascinatedly viewed, and reveled in her lewd exhibition. She teasingly began to roll the thin gown down over her undulating shoulders, down further over her throbbing breasts and around her thighs, until Brutus could see the first tufts of dark pubic hair peek from the edges of the fabric. Then lower still, an inch at a time, until finally she allowed the gown to fall entirely free and drop to the carpet of the bedroom floor. She kicked the satiny gown aside and stood unabashedly naked before the whining German shepherd. The secretion-damp lips of her aching cunt were presented to his animal eyes in total sacrifice, the curly fleece of her pubic hair moist and glistening lewdly in the pale lamp-light overhead. Her legs, long and slender and satiny-smooth, were trembling at their inner thighs with the flowing droplets of her passion, and her flat belly quivered uncontrollably as she basked in the dog's obvious admiration.
"Well, lover-dog? You like what you see?" she cooed enticingly. She lifted her hands and began to slide them along the silky flesh of her sides, from the flanks of her ripely rounded thighs up to the outward swells of her high, full-molded breasts. Her fingers began to stroke her breasts, kneading them gently and pushing them out to the dog as if presenting him with two forbidden but wickedly luscious gifts of flesh. She held that position for a short moment, and then when Brutus remained rooted in the same position, she slowly dropped to her knees and moved backward on all fours towards him.
"Come to your bitch-girl!" she urged obscenely, turning around on the carpet so that her upraised buttocks were wavering seductively before him. She looked back over her shoulders at Brutus, moving closer to him on her hands and knees until her naked loins were presented directly to his face. "Come and love your new girlfriend with that marvelous red weapon of yours!"
With effortless grace, the huge animal rose to his feet and padded that last couple of inches to her provocatively naked offering. Lonnie lowered her head and looked down between her breasts to see him positioning himself between her slightly spread legs, her breathing quickening as automatically she spread them further for him. She watched the dog poise his furry head against her full, flushed thighs, fleeing memories of last night's oral loving racing intoxicatingly through her lust-incited mind. She heard her own animalistic little whine when his hot breath taunted the sparse pubic curls between her legs ... Then his cool, wet nose brushed against the impulsive, desire-filled flesh of her cuntal slit. She heard him whimper as he sniffed, and she waited impatiently, her thighs opening still wider of their own volition.
"Ahhhh!" Lonnie couldn't hold back the sudden expressive gasp when she felt his damp nose move deeper between her thighs and brush wetly up into the tiny puckered ring of her sensitively exposed anus! "Ohhhh Lord!" she blurted, the moment his irresistible tongue splurged between her widely splayed buttocks to wormingly lick up and down the smooth, fleshed slit surround her snug anal mouth.
With a deep lascivious groan, Lonnie thrust her buttocks back against his fluting tongue, forcing his nose deeper into the up-thrust crevice between her legs. His ravishing mouth nipped up the moist passage and taunted her pussy without mercy. Wild incoherent moans streamed from the policewoman's mouth, pleading and encouraging her guard dog now as he worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on. She twisted her lush white hips hard against his nuzzling tongue as she reached behind her to spread the rounded cheeks of her ass and give her pet easier access to her tingling vaginal crevice. His wet red tongue lapped the entire length of her cuntal lips for another long agonizing moment, tonguing her to abject, shameless slavery....
Then Brutus was pushing his snout into her wantonly writhing loins, forcing his furry head between her trembling thighs and lifting her up to a high elevation. She was still on all-fours, but in order to obey the German shepherd's strangely urgent demand, she had to draw in her legs from the lower, wide-splayed position and thrust her tautly rounded buttocks up behind her until she was almost kneeling in prayer in front of him. His naked mistress was entirely willing to do as bid, the obscene animal's tongue having driven her to total capitulation, crushing her surface resistance which had been so fragile after she'd been licked by him last night and then fucked by Sam Palmer only hours ago.
But Lonnie turned her head in obscene curiosity nevertheless ... and it was then that she caught sight of Brutus's advanced state of excitement! Her eyes widened with a strange anticipatory tingle as she saw the glistening scarlet cock emerging from the hair-covered sheath below the huge German shepherd's belly. It was wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing lewdly as it continued to slither hotly out of its fleshy concealment, and God! Was it possible he would try to dog-fuck her with it?
A licentious impulse of unbridled animalism raged through the policewoman's lust-charged body, an obscenely mind-shattering urge which fascinated the voluptuously naked Lonnie in its forbidden lewdness alone! But no ... not Brutus! She had only ordered him to lick her cunt with his tongue! Not to try to mate with his mistress as if she were one of his she-dogs in season! No, not Brutus...!
But as Lonnie knelt in fascinated awe, she felt the sleek, handsome beast slowly, paw by paw, mount her upraised thighs. His glistening red penis slipped easily along the sensitive crevice between her buttocks, throbbing with need as it searched eagerly to bury its length into the pink slit of her desire-heated pussy.
Whimpering with newly-acquired frustration, the lust-defeated woman jiggled her nakedly quivering buttocks back in a frenzied effort to grasp the growing animal cock and suck its rigid length into the confines of her throbbing cuntal mound. The sharp tip of Brutus's member kept missing, sliding frustratingly up between her wide-stretched cheeks until, with a tiny moan, Lonnie clenched her buttocks tight and wriggled back and forth, trying to force her massive dog's thick penis into the fiery cock-hungered canal of her vagina. Driven by insatiable desire, the German shepherd thrust blindly, sliding his scarlet hardness through the passion-wettened lips of her cunt and brushing it roughly against her tingling clitoris. Lonnie found that she was breathless, waiting for the final successful attempt by this huge dog to skewer her helpless belly with his massively pulsing erection.
Moaning, almost screaming now as the air burst from her lungs, Lonnie reached behind her for the wet slippery head of his dog-cock, and guided it up into the gripping entrance of her shamelessly aroused pussy. She sighed with blissful sensation as it suddenly sank deep into her hotly awaiting loins. There was hardly time to linger, though, as it spread her passion-dilated cuntal passage open with a rapid-fire pace. Like the powerful animal he was, Brutus fucked his searing dog-cock deep up into the far hidden depths of his mistress's passion-filled belly. She gasped and cringed beneath him, her mind a blank of sensual desire, the very heart of her womanhood aflame with a soul-scorching wave of unequaled lust!
Maddening delights of unholy ecstasy quickly filled her lewdly submissive nakedness, and the frantic young policewoman could do no more than groan and squirm as she offered the whole of her nakedly spread loins back up against him. She bowed her head a second time to watch between her dancing breasts as his scarlet rod of stiffened penis slithered in and out of her raging vagina like a bestial jackhammer. Base lust saturated her slaving body as she sensually pumped her rounded buttocks upwards and backwards onto his ever-spearing penis, skewering herself deeper and deeper with heavenly delight into her seething belly. Neither she nor her dog heard the gasp in the doorway of her bedroom, nor did they see Sam Palmer and his roommate Olin, standing in transfixed disbelief at the obscenely carnal view before their eyes...!
"I don't believe it!" Sam groaned in a soft, choked voice.
Olin's eyes were round as saucers and just about as big, and his flabby mouth hung agape. "That's not Lonnie! Some old diseased whore from Tijuana, I'll go along with that ... but not Lonnie! It can't be her!"
Sam stared with a glazed wonderment as the Department-trained guard dog fucked brutally into the nakedly writhing body of his mistress. God, she was begging Brutus to fuck her, fuck her harder and faster and shoot his alien cum into her cunt! She wanted to feel his animal sperm fill her unsatisfied belly! Her greedy vagina was working hungrily on her vicious pet's fleshy dog-cock as if she were no longer human herself! No ... it couldn't be Lonnie, his Lonnie, the Lonnie who hated sex! But his eyes snapped back to her lust-contorted face, telling him she could be no one else!
"Yes," he whispered in a drawn-out moan. "It's ... It's Lonnie, all right!"
"Incredible!" Olin said.
Lonnie, still unaware that she and Brutus were being watched, groaned aloud with delight at the delicious filling of her stretched vaginal passage by her dog's scarlet penis. She slithered further back on her legs to devour all of his thrusting erection as she felt him humping repeatedly against her buttocks with all the strength of his muscular hips.
"Ohhhhh, you wonderful dog! You marvelous lover, fuck me!" she begged gasping. She was approaching that elusive orgasm again, and her wildly aroused body was becoming more animal than Brutus as she splayed her thighs wider apart, her toes curling into the soles of her feet while rocking to and fro to spur her German shepherd on with his pistoning cock. God, oh God, she .had climaxed with his tongue last night and with Sam's fucking this afternoon ... and now that she had shattered her Puritan shackles which had held her constricted up until now, it would not take long for her newfound wantonness to climax again! With that thick, expanding animal penis digging erotically into her sensitive cunt like a well-oiled machine, the cords on her neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sign of what she was experiencing.
"I ... I'm cumminnnggg! Ohhhhh, I'm cummmminnnggg! Fuck me harder, Brutus! Fuck me harder and cum toooo...." The nakedly kneeling policewoman pleaded with a voice shrill with passion, her hands darting back to once again grasp her driving buttocks and pull them farther apart so her dog could surge more of his miracle penis into her belly. Her orgasmic juices flowed wetly out around the German shepherd's still pounding hardness, flowing down the crevice of her vagina and flooding over his hair-covered testicles as they rubbed rhythmically against her tender clitoris below.
Above his mistress's wildly undulating back, Brutus salivated on her naked flesh, digging his forepaws tightly around her waist. The dog fucked into her demonically, while Lonnie beneath him continued to groan out her lightning climax. She could feel the hot waves of his bestial seed shooting deep up into her dilating womb, mixing lasciviously with the pooling sperm Sam had throbbed into her from before. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts of dog-semen filled her to the bursting point with sticky moistness. The searing walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, sucking at the jerking organ like the mouth of a starving child.
Sam Palmer stared in hypnotizing shock when his naked patrol partner began contracting her buttocks in uncontainable ecstasy, squealing at the final eruptions of her orgasm deep in her heaving belly. The thick animal sperm from her dog's penis oozed out of her ravished vagina and rolled down the upraised columns of her legs, while she suddenly displayed soaked pubic hair and pink cuntal flesh as she pitched forward on her face in final satiation.
The German shepherd guard dog backed off his mistress, his quickly deflating cock slipping from her mauled pussy with a lewd sucking sound which echoed obscenely through the ears of the two stunned men who were watching. With almost a smile, the huge dog lowered his head and lapped up the remaining cum fluids that covered her vaginal crevice and inner thighs until there was nothing left but the glistening trail of his saliva gleaming its reflection on her satisfied body....
The police sergeant and his roommate continued to stare in awe at the quivering, quietly moaning woman on the floor.
"The bitch!" Sam hissed unreasoningly.
"As good a name for her as any, considering," Olin agreed.
Under normal circumstances, Sam Palmer would have been furious enough to find his girlfriend screwing around on him. But this was more than he could take, and his real anger was directed at his ego for having been so wrong about her! Lonnie had lied to him, pretending all the bullshit about morals and chastity when all the time she'd been letting her dog fuck the crap out of her! Next thing he'd know, the Department's kennel breeder would be out here saying she raped his dog pack! And his ego, in defense, demanded revenge! By Jesus, he'd take her pride and self-respect away forever! She'd never dare to show her face around the station ever again, not after he got finished with her! Nobody made a fool out of Samuel Q. Palmer without facing the most horrible punishment!
"The fucking bitch!" Sam snarled again, so enraged that though he tried to yell, his voice came out in only a choking whisper.
"So now we know what Lonnie really is," Olin said in his curt, gruff tone. "The thing is, do we leave now before she sees us and sics her lover on our asses?"
"Hell, no! You can skip out if you want, but I'm staying!"
"Uh-huh. Doing what?"
"What?" Sam drew himself up in all his fury, his eyes blazing with hatred and pain as Lonnie squirmed slowly on the floor, the full curve of her naked thighs rotating on the carpet until it became the gentle slip of her smooth round buttocks. "What am I going to do?" Sam repeated, and even though he'd just see her pet dog cum inside of her, the very degeneracy of Lonnie's lewd display made his penis harden in his pants. The very depth of her obscenity made him excited-Jesus, who wouldn't get excited watching such absolute depravity! His erect penis throbbed in his pants with vengeance.
"I'm going to pay her back, Olin," he snarled at last. "I'm going to pay her back-in coin!"
"Well, in that case I might just stick around awhile," his older roommate snickered. "I don't mind admitting I've got a bone on from looking at that dog fuck your girl, and it's feeling like a stone wall is trapped in my drawers. I wouldn't mind sinking it in her ... if you think that might helppay her back properly."
Sam turned to Olin, blinking in surprise at first, but then breaking out into a broad, cynically lurid smile. "I think that might just be the medicine this little cock-teasing slut could understand," he said. "I think between the two of us, we might teach her some things she won't likely forget!"
"We've got a fair amount of catching up to do then, Sam," Olin said, rubbing the stubble on his unshaven cheeks.
Quickly, as if on a prearranged signal, the two men stripped off their clothes and stood naked in the doorway of the bedroom, surveying the scene. Then, Olin stroking his swollen stubby cock and letting his heated cum build up in his testicles, they walked stiff legged over to where Lonnie still lay half-comotose on the floor.
CHAPTER SIX
"Hello, honey-you goddamned whore!"
That voice! Lonnie thought foggily through her alcohol and satiation. I know that voice as well as my own ... She rolled over on her back and squinted through lust-smoked eyes. And then she saw the tall, muscular man standing over her, his fists clenched angrily at his sides, another man who was shorter and heftier lounging nearby.
"Oh no!" she gasped out loud as she peered intently at the contorted face of the man she thought was in love with her. But Sam Palmer was no longer that sympathetic, gentle man she'd once believed ... He was a complete stranger now, his features twisted cruelly into lines of enragement, mirroring his desire for vengeance and punishment. Dear God, he'd seen! He knew! They both knew!
"Yes, honey, it's me," he sneered down at her. "Sam Palmer, remember? And you remember Olin Hale, my roommate, don't you? You've met him a couple of times before...."
For a moment, the entire bedroom was as blurred as the words that Sam was saying to her, drunken thoughts whirling incoherently through the young policewoman's shattered mind. Sam was here with that Olin Hale creep ... and were her eyes deceiving her? No! They were both naked! Naked and their penises were in full jutting erection! But why? What were they planning to do...? Her mind returned to what Sam was saying....
"Now, Olin here, he doesn't have any pedigree, any more than I have. But we're good mongrel stock, all red blood instead of blue blood in our veins, and certified by the S.P.C.A. You think we'll do for you, honey, now that you've worn out ol' Fido here?"
"Sam! Sam, please, you don't understand!" she pleaded, her eyes wide with disbelief at the sight and sounds she was receiving. "You don't know what you're saying!"
"I know exactly what I'm saying, you slut!" he roared down at her. "We've been watching you a good fifteen minutes! What more do we need-a guided tour?"
"Please, please listen to me," she moaned, her words sounding useless and pathetic even to her own ears. "Let me explain, please...."
"No need, Lonnie." Sam stared down at the naked policewoman on the carpet with hard, contemptuous anger in his face. "No need at all. In fact, the less you say the better it'll be."
"No, Sam," she sobbed. "Don't say that. Don't look at me that way, don't, please. You don't know what I've gone through...."
"One of the Department's German shepherds, that's what you've gone through!" He spat the words so harshly and cruelly that she winced beneath their impact. He leaned over and grasped her naked shoulders hard in his hands, digging his fingers deep into the softness of her cringing flesh. "How many other dog pounds have you gone through, Lonnie? Christ! The whole damn thing is unbelievable!"
Lonnie quivered in horror and shame. She tried to speak again, but her common sense told her it would do no good. She didn't know this brutal man; he was a stranger, and her humiliation was replaced by the fear that he and Olin Hale might kill her.
He closed his hands tightly around her throat and pulled her upwards toward him. But the sudden movement and the savage pressure of his hands on her throat caused her to jerk herself away and fall back sprawling on the floor.
"You bitch!" he snapped. "I didn't see that you were squirming away from Brutus!" He slapped her face hard, flat across the cheeks, jerking her head to one side so hard she feared certainly he had broken her neck. She tried to twist away from his madness, but he only slapped her again, this time across the other cheek.
"Stop it, Sam! Stop it or I'll ... I'll call Brutus!"
"I dare you!" he laughed mockingly down at her. "Go on, I dare you to sic him on me or Olin, because if you do, you better be sure he kills us."
"Right, sweetie," Olin chimed in for the first time. "You can't do nothing to us, not without blowing your own little secret. You better just pat your dog and tell him to stay quiet, if you know what's good for all of us!"
"You wouldn't want for me to yell cops, would you?" Sam added with a sneer. "I think I can find one right close by if you do, honey."
Lonnie glanced from Sam to his naked roommate and then back to Sam, catching the wicked gleam in both their eyes. She shut her eyes tightly, hanging her head, her humiliation knowing no bounds. "Oh God," she moaned uncontrollably. "Oh, dear God in heaven. Please, please go away and leave me alone!"
"Why, what's eating you, Lonnie-sweetie?" Olin teased. "Your pride all ruffled because me'n'Sam found out about your little dog-fucking party? Why, I wouldn't worry none if I were you, on account we aren't going to tell anybody ... That is, if you're nice about it."
Lonnie's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had turned inside out. There was little question what lewd thoughts were in that beer-bellied man's mind, but still she sought to play naive.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Come on, honey," Sam chuckled. "You're smarter than that. Just say it's Be Kind to Dumb Animals Week around here, okay? And we're all a bunch of dumb animals when it comes to you!"
Lonnie felt her mouth twisting into a harsh, miserable grimace of horror. The ghastly truth was that she was going to be forced to submit unwillingly to these two men in order to avoid a still worse fate. Suddenly she felt nauseous, as vivid memories of Sam crouching over her this afternoon with his hard thick penis ramming up inside her defenseless pussy came flooding back to her mind. The blood drained from her face as she begged Palmer beseechingly:
"Please, please don't make me! Not like this, in front of your roommate!"
"All right, honey," he said with a malicious tone. "All right, you won't do it in front of my roommate. You'll do it first in front of his roommate! Then, in due time I'll fuck you too, you bitch! I'll ream you out like a gun barrel when I think you've earned it!"
"Nooo! No, not ... not with him! I don't like him!" she babbled hysterically. "I ... I don't even know him!"
"Then how can you tell you don't like him? Look at the bright side of things, honey-there isn't a better way of getting to know a stranger, is there? Why, you two will be bosom buddies afterwards, I bet!"
"I won't!" A defiance rose in Lonnie's chest as she considered the loathsome plans they had in store for her. "I won't! You can't make me!"
But then came the warning voice booming out her protests. "The hell we can't! You can take it the easy way and enjoy it, or the hard way and get it anyway-dog-fucker!"
The naked policewoman's blood turned to ice as she heard Sam call her the obscene name. It was a further brazen reminder of the vicious hold he held on her life, and the fact that even if he didn't get too rough with her because of Brutus, he would have no compunction about following through with his blackmailing threat. Dear Lord, there was no way to resist him or Olin from using her body as a helpless toy in their brutal quest for revenge and satisfaction ... satisfaction that would only cease when they had both inundated her soft, resilient belly with their hateful sperm.
She relaxed and gave up her defiance. She knew she would eventually have to give in, anyway, and there was nothing left now but the horrible, humiliating submission to their every obscene desire. This would be retribution for being the abandoned whore she knew she'd become ... and retribution is never kind! Still ... the dismal prospect of lying beneath the man she'd thought loved her while he treated her as nothing more than a fleshy recepticle for his lewdly gushing sperm was a thousand times more degrading than submitting to that ugly old roommate of his! If ever she'd hoped to respond passionately to Sam, she knew it was beyond redemption now! She'd surrender because she had to ... but only in tormenting pain.
Abruptly, Olin Hale came across to stand in front of her, his thick stub of a penis stretching out menacingly from his hirsute loins beneath the overhang of his paunchy belly. Lonnie stared at it in tearful awe, for in comparison to Sam's, which seemed to her larger than average to begin with, his was gargantuan in girth!
"Like it, sweetie?" Olin leered vulgarly, one hand stroking his heavy foreskinned erection when he caught her stare fixed upon it. "What I don't have in length, I make up for in width! One hairpin I knew called it a German blood-sausage! It looks a little like one, eh?"
"It's a pip, Olin!" Sam laughed.
Lonnie trembled and moaned in uncontainable dread, their foul and humiliating threats having an effect on her naked body she could not understand. Lord, even the familiar sight of Sam's massive hardness sent chills of horrified apprehension rippling up her spine! Yet the utterly obscene abuses they intended to commit upon her cowering flesh were setting off undeniable sparks of fascination in her belly and loins that she could not believe! There was no question that she was going to receive a savage and unmerciful comeuppance ... why should she have even the slightest perverse anticipation for it?
And then Olin Hale was slipping down on the carpeted bedroom floor beside her and wrapping his pudgy arms around her naked flesh, pulling her tightly to him. They lay pressed together, his rigid cock insinuated all the way through her soft inner thighs and trapped on the other side between the crevice of her fright-clenched buttocks, his lips clamping obnoxiously over her mouth. He moved his heavy loins hungrily against her naked pelvis, and then she felt his hardened male shaft taunting through the cringing pink lips of her dog-fucked vagina. The immediate contact of his blunt warm cock-tip against the semen-coated flesh of her sensitive cunt instigated teasing sensations unwantedly through her nerves.
"Nooo!" she gasped tormentedly, as waves of shame and fear flowed hotly through her mind. "No, Sam ... don't let him do this to me! Please!"
"Would you rather have Brutus again, bitch?"
Lonnie sobbed uncontrollably at the cutting remark, trying to press her thighs together to deny Sam's awful roommate an entrance into her trembling belly. But she was on her side, helpless, her whitely shimmering buttocks a quaking spectacle that only urged the naked Olin on stronger. He clutched the straining ass-cheeks in one hand, forcing them closer to his searching loins. His erect penis slid along her hair-fringed pussy-slit, inserting itself in the pink moist slit between her swollen vaginal lips and sliding up to tease her involuntarily hardening clitoris. Her unconscious mind rebelled against the twisting grinding motion, but the small lewd stabs of pleasure he was physically producing with his cock seemed to stroke the masochistic fires within her belly.
"Bend your leg," Olin commanded breathlessly. "Raise up and then hook your leg over my ass, so I can fuck you from below, with you straddling me like a horse!"
"I ... I won't!" Lonnie gasped out in defiance, but her voice lacked conviction or strength. Her determined boyfriend stood over her and brought his hand down hard against her trembling buttocks with a smack that echoed through the bedroom.
The policewoman's scream followed an instant later. "Ahhhhh!" she cried out, and whimpered against the searing sensation that cut her to the bone. "Ohhhh, that hurt!"
"It'll hurt a hell of a lot more if you don't mind what he says," Sam growled down at her. "A thick cock fucks better this way."
She hesitated a second longer, and then slowly drew up her leg and snaked it around Olin's arching flanks until she was riding on top of his hips. "Olin wasted no time, reaching immediately down between their naked bellies then and grasping his pulsating penis, moving it up tight to the elastic opening of her cringing cunt. He watched with gleaming eyes as Sam's beautiful girlfriend groaned in humiliating torment ... and then he flicked forward, driving his overly-thick cock vengefully upwards through the warm soft folds of her vagina and feeling its lips close unwillingly over the blunt bulbous head of his swollen manhood. He humped his fleshy buttocks then, surging his hard, stocky penis up into the warm grotto up between her anguished thighs.
Lonnie winced as she felt the lips around her throbbing pussy being forced painfully wide, their tender snugness giving way to Olin's harsh brutal pressure. She had hoped that the natural lubrications left over from the delicious fucking by Brutus would ease this horrid man's rapine assault, but even though she was wetly slippery with secretions and semen, the almost inhuman thickness of Olin's stumpy cock was threatening to rip her vagina apart. She squealed a throaty wail:
"Ohhhhhhhh God! It hurts! It hurts!"
Olin Hale reveled in that. He was elated to hear this snotty woman painfully crying out her despair and hurt, and he thrust upward again, harder, listening intently for her deeper whines. He wanted to feel her squirming above him, broken of spirit and no longer repulsed by his thick cock fucking into her. That would be the ultimate pleasure for him, to turn this proud, independent bitch into a soft, feminine slave without control, overpowered by her need to be fucked by him until she couldn't stand up straight. The idea raced through Sam's bloated roommate's loins like an electric shock, and suddenly he wanted her to scream again.
He rammed up into her defenseless little belly with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated erection all the way to its hilt. He felt his semen-bloated testicles hit respondingly against her writhing thighs as she ground her twitching buttocks against his hand which once more had her imprisoned in its grip.
She screamed! "Arrggggg! Dear Lord, nooooo!"
Her naked body was pinned helplessly against him as if impaled by a stake from beneath. With her every jerk the rampaging plunge of the older man's cock seemed to burrow up deeper and deeper into her pussy, but Olin was in no mood to give her an ounce of respite. He immediately began a harsh, revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his penis tightly into her helplessly trapped vagina, expanding the fearfully hesitant wall of her cunt beyond all reason.
Lonnie could sense the muscles of his powerful buttocks flexing as he began a painful sawing motion in and out of her moist, wide-stretched cunt, building always toward more urgent strokes until he was thrusting up and down spitefully from the apex of his withdrawal, and battering her torture-wracked loins back down hard against his tree-trunk shaft of flesh. She was certain her belly would be ripped down the middle and she would be rent in half from this gigantic wedge raping her straddling cunt. The searing, invading hardness felt as though it would burst through her throat from beneath, as its bloated cock-head pumped harder and faster up against her tender cervix, rocking her hips and thighs in the talon-like clutch of his fingers as they dug painfully at the soft flesh of her buttocks....
But then, again an irrational measure of masochistic sensuality tingled upwards from her agonized vagina without rhyme or reason ... and she tossed her head back and forth, clenching her eyes shut to the sight of her two lovers-Sam Palmer and Brutus, watching her tormenting degradation....
Sam was staring with grinning satisfaction, stroking his massive erection near the plunging bodies as Lonnie rode the bucking bronco of Olin's big cock. Damn, but it was absolutely the lewdest rape he'd ever witnessed! He had to get his share of Lonnie or blow his frigging mind!
"I'm coming in, Olin!" he called out to his roommate. "Don't hog it all!"
Then Lonnie felt the warmth of a hairy masculine body settling down beside her head. She looked up from where she was bent over on her knees above Olin, and, dimly at first, she saw something long and thick and jutting toward her. In a single gasping instant she realized it was Sam's penis! But what ...?
"Suck me, Lonnie," she heard Sam snarl at her. "Suck my prick, and suck me good!" He crawled forward on his knees, his hardness quivering inches from her moistly trembling lips. "Go on, you bitch, suck it!"
"Nooo!" she gasped to unhearing, uncaring ears. She tried to avert her mouth, but his hardened cock was pushed forward until its slick rubbery head was pressing against her chin and moving insinuatingly across her cheek.
"Jesus, you slut, you whore!" she heard Sam shout with mounting frustration and anger. "Open that goddamn mouth of yours and swallow my pecker!"
God, she couldn't! Being fucked half to death by one man was punishment enough! To engage in so sordid a perversion at the same time was too much to ask of her! She felt sickened at the thought of his lewd male sperm pumping heatedly into her throat and stomach, and she rolled her head from side to side, moaning: "No ... no, I can't ... not!"
Sam pinned her face still with one hand harshly pinching her chin. With his other hand he guided his lustfully swollen erection straight toward her cringing lips, snarling angrily as he did: "You listen here, bitch! You suck me off ... or a hell of a lot more cops are going to find out about what went on here than just you and I ... you get me straight?"
Lonnie ceased her useless resistance, her original loathing slowly becoming a sense of total defeat. There was nothing she could do but follow his perverted commands. She opened her lips and let Sam slide his hardened penis into the warm, moist recesses of her gagging mouth. God, she reasoned nebulously, if that little girl in the park last night could take her boyfriend's penis in her mouth, then certainly I can somehow manage to stand the taste of Sam's in mine! If only Sam would be halfway human about it!
But instead, the sergeant held her head firmly with his hands and began pumping up into her mouth with vicious impatience, causing her to cough and sputter as he rammed his shaft to the back of her throat, its full length nearly disappearing between her automatically ovaling lips. She struggled for her breath, able to catch only small gasps of fetid air on his outstroke.
Sam groaned incoherently as he kneeled above Lonnie's bobbing head. He wanted her to make him cum and he wanted to make her swallow it, so that she would always know that he had bent her completely to his will. She was nothing but a hypocritical liar, lording as a cop over everybody and acting like a little goody two-shoes, while secretely practicing every perversion in the goddamn book. He wanted to prove to this dog-lover once and for all who was boss, who was a man! He flexed his loins back and forth at the lewdly rounded hole formed by her thirsting lips, sneering down at her contorted face in deriding exultation:
"Yahhh, dog-fucker! You like a man's cock, now that you're tasting one! Go ahead, tighten that lying mouth of yours around my meat and suck some more!"
Lonnie did as Sam desired, feeling at the same time the tendrils of sordid desire growing imperceptibly from the mean debasing thought of her mouth being fucked this way. The naked policewoman sucked her partner's plunging cock with a vengence, as now it slid up and down more fervently between her roundly clasping lips. She sucked to end it, the perverted joy of being treated as the lowest of all gutter tramps permeating her body with revolting fascination and, unbelievably, a slowly growing yearning for more. Lord, there had never been a wreaking of punishment on one woman as these two corrupting men were inflicting on her! They were buffeting her between them like a common slut, with every intention of using her defenseless body as a human disposal for their angered, lust-inspired cum! And she did not deserve anything better!
"Yeah, suck me until I cum in your mouth, baby!" Sam spat caustically down at her. "Suck me until I cum, and when I'm ready to fuck you ... I'll fuck you where you've never been fucked before-not even by a dog! In the ass, bitch, right up in the asshole!"
Lonnie jerked her eyes up to stare pleadingly at Sam, her buttocks reflexively clenching around Olin's pumping cock. "Nooo!" she mewled in muffled protest from around Sam's eagerly sawing cock. "Don't! Not there! I beg of you, not in the rectum!"
"Haaa! That's what all you bitches say until you get it in you!" Sam roared in proud delight. "You didn't know this, honey, but I'm considered the best ass-rider in the state! You wouldn't want us to leave without showing all the treats, now would you! You bet your sweet ass you don't! Haaaa!"
"No! I tell you, no, Samuel Palmer! You try to do that to me," she brazened through her sucking lips, "and I ... I simply won't stand for it!"
"Oh, that's great, kid. You won't stand for it! I got news for you! You get reamed in the ass from behind while you're leaning over! You won't have to stand for it! Haaaa!"
"I mean it, Sam!" she warned in a misery-laden voice.
"Don't threaten me, you bitch! You will take it in the ass if I want-and I do-and just to teach you, Olin can have his cock sucked at the same time! You won't feel so lonely that way!
But you're going to get fucked in the ass, Lonnie-or else you're going to have the word spread about you in every corner of Butte City!"
His lewd blackmailing words were the last straw. She'd suffered threats and humiliation and sordid depravities until she could no longer think straight, and suddenly reality snapped, and she could no longer take another instant of this hellish torture! She didn't weigh the consequences as she had before in a saner moment of reflection-it was very simply that she was unable to withstand anymore cruelty after two days of complete mental turmoil! If she didn't fight back now no matter what the penalties, she would never be able to win a battle again!
"Brutus!" she cried out in a despairing shriek. "Brutus, help! Attack! Attack!"
"What the fuck! Lonnie, do you know...."
"Attack, Brutus! Now!"
The giant German shepherd leaped to his feet from where he'd been calmly sitting. He bounded toward the naked trio of humans on the carpet, snarling with his fleshy lips pulled back tight over long ivory fangs.
"Ohhhhhhhh shit!" the horrified Olin yelped, freezing in his position beneath the kneeling policewoman. "Don't let him bite my balls off!"
Sam, too, stiffened where he was. His penis was in mid-stroke in Lonnie's mouth, and she had still not pulled away from its glistening length, her orders being cried out around its turgid hardness. "Damnit, Lonnie, I wasn't kidding! You call off that fucking dog of yours, or so help me...."
"Attack!" Lonnie called out defiantly, and for good measure bit down hard with her teeth on the swollen hard flesh of Sam Palmer's penis.
"Yeeeipe!" Sam hooted in pain, but the growling guard dog kept the naked man from moving away from Lonnie's mouth. Brutus advanced on his leathery pads, still grumbling as he passed Sam and started along the other side of his mistress's hunched form. It was as if he could not figure out exactly who to attack in the menage a trois before him, or even if his mistress's strangely muffled call for help was meant in earnestness. He moved around behind Lonnie's nakedly waving buttocks, everybody in a hushed, wondrous statue of figures, waiting to see what the dog would do before making any fancy moves. Brutus sniffed the air, pausing ... he turned his shaggy head around as though testing the scents in every direction, and then moved closer to Lonnie's backsides as if curious about the piquant feminine odors he'd recently learned to enjoy. He stepped over Olin's trembling legs and closer to Lonnie's whitely exposed loins.
"No, Brutus!" the naked policewoman commanded. "Attack the men! Attack the men!" She tried to squirm her face around and lower her buttocks, but her dog suddenly growled in a genuinely menacing way and Lonnie froze again in apprehension, thighs spread wide apart on either side of Olin's hips, her folded legs pressed against the carpet as she kneeled over the man. Brutus's warning was clear ... and she was afraid to move as the giant dog snarled again, his great panting muzzle nosing as it had before against her defenselessly up-turned vaginal crevice.
"What the hell is he doing back there, Sam?" Olin whimpered up at his rommate.
"Damned if he's not sniffing her ass!" Sam said, and then he laughed out loud, a big belly laugh that made his still hardened penis tremble in Lonnie's mouth. "You sure trained him well, honey! He knows exactly what you want when you're hunched over like this! Haaa, this is rich!"
"Hey, now wait a minute!" Olin called up again in panic. "I'm back there inside this broad! What's that mutt going to do about that?"
"I dunno, Olin! Bite yours in two I guess, so he can take over!" He watched as his roommate shivered in dread, and laughed heartily some more. "Better not bend over on the job, Lonnie-you'll be too busy getting him off you to catch any crooks! Oh Jesus, this is too much!"
It was too much, though in a different way for the shamefully squatting policewoman. Mortified to the point of tears and recognizing Brutus's lethal warning growl, she could only shake with humiliation and fear before the snarling German shepherd. God, did he think this was more games for him? Did he think that now he was master and she his pet ... to be ordered at will to mate with him? Ohhh, this was the most horrible thing that could have happened, and now even Brutus was helping punish her for her immoral transgressions! It wasn't fair!
Brutus lowered his head to the familiar upturned buttocks and sniffed them with renewed appreciation. His tail wagged with fond memories of the pleasure that fragrant crevice between her thighs had given him twice already, and his body trembled with the assumption that his mistress was acting like a bitch in heat who needed taming for frequent use. Lonnie moaned in shame and anguish as the cold nose suddenly made contact again with her tiny, puckered anus. She tensed as his familiar tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down, the tip curling and licking around the hair-fringed softness where Olin's penis was inserted ... and then moving moistly up to burrow slightly in her outer anal ring. For a moment, she tried to squirm away, but the dog growled again and Sam's hands grasped her tightly around the face, holding her immobile and impaled between the two rigidly thrusting cocks.
"That's it, Brutus!" Sam called out encouragingly. "Go on! Lick her! That'll show she trained you ... so lick the little bitch's pussy and asshole!"
The dog began to greedily lap his narrow pink tongue between her thighs with practiced supplication. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly filled edges of her cock-stuffed cunt up to the tiny sensitive circle of her puckering anus. Lonnie jerked spasmodically as she squirmed in humiliation, Brutus's betraying lappings and sniffings of her loins making her wish that she were dead! She wished the ground would open up beneath her and swallow her forever! But despite her shame and degradation, she found herself shuddering and chilling from the lewdly evil stimulation he was forcing her to enjoy this time. His merciless tongue once again was lashing her to servile defeat. His strong hairy body lurched crazily against her and the continual rough bestial laving on her sensitive genitals crushing her resistance with its vigorous and unrelenting attack.
To her horror, Lonnie discovered that, as before, she was unable to fight the fire Brutus's talented mouthings furnaced in her loins. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips back against the maddening probe between her buttocks. Oh God! The dog's tongue felt better than ever between her legs! How could she deny it? How could she deny the very sensation which had caused her to be caught in this despairing situation? She couldn't ... she couldn't, for another instant! Her updrawn thighs opened and closed around the tormenting penis that was trapped in her vagina, and in response, Olin began to tentatively fuck back up inside of her again. The lips of her mouth clasped involuntarily tighter as she started sucking Sam's cock with a newly-acquired gluttony, as if she'd always wanted to have his hardness thrusting between the cheeks of her mouth.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and higher to give the magnificent dog greater access. "Mmmmm!"
"Why don't you fuck her now, Brutus!" taunted Sam as, once again, he began pumping into her ovaling lips. "Go on; why don't you! Climb on for the ride of your life!"
The huge German shepherd seemed to understand what Sam was saying, and even though the policeman was not his master, he leaped to obey. He mounted the spread mounds of Lonnie's back, just as he had a few moments before, his glistening penis sliding and dancing out of its hairy sheath in renewed erection, its tapered point this time tickling against her hot, wet anal opening as the animal jerked impatiently over her naked body. The narrowly expanding crevice was visibly throbbing in lurid invitation-the wet moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of her thighs pressed tightly down against Olin's hips. Lonnie could feel the hugeness of the dog's fleshy hardness jerking between her widespread ass-cheeks for a second time tonight, and it was driving her wild with sensations, just as it had before. But where? Where could Brutus fuck her now? Olin was already in her cunt....
"Reach back and put his cock in your ass," Sam lewdly suggested. "I don't mind taking seconds!"
God, no! Not in her rectum! It had scared her witless to contemplate Sam making love to her there ... but to be sodomized by her own dog instead would be the ultimate in degrading perversion! Then, strangely, the tiny bit of whore inside her broke forth in a tingle of masochistic excitement. She suddenly wanted Brutus to fuck her in the anus! Her belly was screaming for it!
She took one hand and reached down underneath the hotly grinding flesh of their naked bodies to grasp the full length of her dog's heavily pulsating cock. She stroked it reverently, guiding it up the valley of her buttocks until it was poised at the pinkish round hole of her puckered little anus. She held it there with one hand drawing with all her might to pull it into her rectum. God, yes! Yes, she wanted the dog to fuck her in the ass!
"Come on, Brutus! Fuck me there!" she mumbled through the cock stuffing her mouth. "Fuck me there!"
And Brutus did! With a growl of bestial delight, he jerked forward, and she felt a slight pop of her sphincter muscle-and then a sudden pain so unbearable that she twisted and groaned in an effort to get away. She jerked forward, trying to throw the dog off her, but as she jerked up, Brutus rammed down and imbedded his thick rock-hard dog-penis all the way into the soft tight tunnel of her anus.
"Uggg, God!" she grunted in pain.
The lewdly smiling Sam Palmer leaned down to whisper in his girlfriend's ear, "Like being fucked in the ass by your dog?"
And that made it a million times worse, to know that her every reaction was being gloated over by this man and his roommate. His words and insults were mockery to her, droning on until some of the pain in Lonnie's rectum from the giant dog's entry began to ease a little.
But then, "Ugggg!" she grunted, as the dog began fucking into her anus with the same frenetic humping with which he'd fucked her in the cunt before. His tapered animal cock seemed like an unrelenting fist pummeling her unmercifully, expanding with each thrust down into her tightly gripping rectum. Lonnie strained back against the grinding assault, groaning incessantly as still more of the initial agony subsided. She sensed lewdly rising sensations of rekindled lust were being fed by the very helplessness of her obscene squirmings beneath her rapacious pet, Brutus, fucking inhumanly into her hopelessly impaled rectum, giving her no respite from the growing pleasure building ... building ... deep inside her belly.
Lonnie's body slowly felt itself come alive again. The pain had receded to where she could only feel a maddening electric fire burning uncontrollably deep within her ravaged rectum. It seared relentlessly deep within her ravaged rectum. It seared relentlessly through her ragged nerves, growing into a fiery ball of aching belly hunger for more. She rotated her thighs from side to side around the two fleshy impaling cocks, her vagina and anus dilating in time to their harshly pumping thrusts. They felt as if they were fusing deep up inside her belly with the sadistic Sam's penis fucking her mouth. They had crawled into her and had become one with her! And she was one with them all! She and Olin and Sam and especially darling Brutus! They were all one fleshy mass of wild erotic sensation, and the wanton policewoman rocked to their delightful punishment, pleading to be hurt by them, to be torn apart and defiled by the man in her cunt and the man in her mouth and especially the lewd dog humping her in the rear!
"Fuck me! Ohh, all you bastards, fuck me gooooodd!" she crooned around the penis surging in her mouth. "Fuck me all and cummmm!"
None of the three brutish males needed further encouragement, and together they rammed repeatedly into the writhing woman caught between them, even Brutus whining passionately as they all searched for that final crest of orgasm! Then....
"Ahhhh ... Christ! I'm cummmmmiiinnnggg!" Sam Palmer abruptly shoved his penis all the way to the back of her mouth, and her lips tugged at its wet shaft as its blunt tip burst with cream-thick semen. He cursed vilely, spewing forth obscenities and curses along with the rich hot stream of his pungent sperm. She clasped her mouth in a tight band around his ejaculating flesh, wanting to suck it dry, to hurt him and punish him for the bitter humiliations he was forcing her to enjoy. It seemed to go on forever, until at last his throbbing cock gave one last spurt and ceased. Sam fell away from her then, his shrinking cock slithering uselessly from her still-sucking lips, thin strings of his white viscid seed stretching from them to his flaccid penis....
"Ooooohhhh yes! Yes!" Lonnie began to chant then in a litany of perverted desire, responding to each lunge in her lust-enraged vagina and rectum. Furiously, Olin and the dog punished her, and she gave them back wantonness every stroke they delivered into her. "Yes ... Yes! Cum now! I ... I'm cummmiiinnngg toooo!"
Olin grunted and groaned, and at the same moment his roommate's girlfriend felt the thick boiling liquid of his climax shooting deep up into her cunt, her own orgasm struck. Delicious spasms of carnal delight rocketed through Lonnie, and she could feel every contraction of his hard, spewing erection as he jerked out his boiling seed deep up into her welcoming womb where it mixed lasciviously with Sam's and Brutus's cums and her own orgasmic secretions.
Then she heard a weird howling moan coming from her dog's constricted throat as Brutus approached his second climax of the night. She thrust back against the magnificently pummeling animal, her breathing only harsh pants from her lungs as she felt the throbbing animal cock spitting out its jet-stream of cream-like dog sperm into the hidden recesses of her ravished rectal passage. Thin white fluid trickled from her tightly locking anal muscles, and small trails of his warm wet animal cum trickled slowly down between her thighs to mingle on the carpet with the other puddling liquids. Her backsides glistening, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink cuntal flesh, Lonnie slowly rolled off the two now-limp cocks which had so completely filled her anus and pussy. She lay in a state of near-nirvana between the naked bodies of Sam Palmer and Olin Hale, her legs falling open loosely from the warm sense of satisfaction which flowed through her lifeless flesh.
Lonnie's German shepherd stood above her, wagging his tail in obvious satisfaction. And then, whimpering for his loving mistress, Brutus lay down contentedly between her open legs, his giant head gently nuzzling into the soft, dark-curled slit of her dually ravished pubic mound....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Slowly, Lonnie Winston's senses began to return to her, and her warm glow of contentment began to fade as she remembered that at last she'd been fulfilled by a man ... two men and a male dog, to be exact ... but mainly by the forceful vengeance of a man who hated and despised her. Sam had finally conquered her, and she had truly succumbed to him and Brutus ... and to anybody else he'd wished, his hold over her was that strong now. But it was too late for her. With returning bitterness, she knew that he held her out of vengeance and fury, not love and compassion....
"Jeeee-zus!" she heard Olin Hale gasp in ragged breaths. "That was the damnedest four-way split I've ever had!"
Lonnie cringed, waiting for the blistering, sarcastic comments she was certain would come from Sam's lips in response.
"Yeah ... I sure have to hand it to Lonnie," Sam sighed in reply. "She's one of the finest lovers a man could have!"
Lonnie was struck dumb by Sam's praising words. Unable to stop herself, she stared unashamedly at the handsome officer who was her partner and lover, and saw an infinite amount of the old tenderness she knew so well returning to his expression as he gazed back at her. She opened her mouth to speak several times, before she finally managed to say anything at all.
"But ... but you hate me, Sam! You hate me too much to say a thing like that and ... and mean it!"
"But I do mean it, Lonnie ... honey," Sam confessed. "When I came here and saw you with Brutus, all I wanted to do was kill you. But not any longer." He looked at her with passionate eyes. "Honey, I love you!"
"And I ... I think I love you," Lonnie responded. "It took awhile-"
"And a dog!" he interrupted.
"Yes, and a dog ... to make me a whole woman. But now I'm over being that shallow, prissy female you met, Sam. I'm me, the entire me, and every cell in my new body loves you!"
"Then ... you'll marry me?" Sam asked hesitantly, still unsure that this miraculous change was true.
"Tomorrow, darling!" Lonnie sighed, her heart pounding powerfully in her chest. God, how fulfilling her life would be! It was going to be beautiful for all of them! Yes ... everything had turned out all right after all! "At once ... and forever, darling!"
"Can I be the best man?" Olin requested.
"I don't see why not," Sam agreed.
Suddenly Brutus began barking angrily. The three naked people all turned to look at the dog, and then they all burst out laughing.
"Well, I'm sorry, Olin," Sam chuckled, "but I guess Brutus wants to be best man instead!"
"Just my luck," Olin complained. "Always the bridesmaid!"
