The wailing of the siren shook the lovely blonde out of her reverie. She glanced into the rear-view mirror, then down at her speedometer. Fifty miles per hour. She had been tooling down the open desert road, and she was certain she hadn't gone through a stop-sign intersection or passed another car on the right. Yet, there was a blinking red light atop the car that now followed close behind her.
She pulled over to the side and shut off the engine, then waited. In her mirror she could see that the officer behind the wheel of the squad car was on the two-way radio, undoubtedly calling in to see if there was a hold on the car with her license plate. She knew there wasn't, and before too many minutes more she saw the tall figure of the blue-clad officer swinging out from the police car and striding towards her.
"License please," he said briskly, and she obeyed, fishing her driver's license out of her handbag. The cop took it back to his car and radioed it in, waited for a reply and then returned to her. "You were going a little too fast back there," he informed her.
"I was doing fifty," she said, annoyed. "The limit is fifty-five these days, you know?"
"Not in town," the man said, without a smile. "You entered town limits a few hundred yards back. There's a sign that says thirty-five. A bit overgrown with weeds, I'll admit, but clear enough to see."
He was already writing out a ticket, and there was no point in arguing. As he filled in the spaces, the young woman stole a look up at him. He was good-looking, strong-jawed and dark-featured, somewhat like ... No. She didn't want to remind herself of the man from whom she had just freed herself. She was a single woman again, and she didn't want to think about anything till she had driven the rest of the way across the country and returned safely to her mother's house.
The cop was finished writing out the ticket, and he handed it to her with his pen for her to sign. She quickly scrawled her signature, acknowledging that she would appear in court.
"I'll probably just mail in the fine," she said. "I'm passing through, and I won't be in town to go to court."
"Not for speeding you won't mail it in," the man said curtly. "It's a moving violation. In this state you have to appear for that ... Miss Washington."
The sound of her name on his tongue sent a warm thrill through the blonde. He'd picked it up from her license of course.
"But...." she started to say, trying to regain her composure. What was the use? She decided she would just have to stay over in town. She was getting tired anyway. "Is there a good motel you can recommend?"
"That's easy," the officer said, smiling now for the first time. "There's only one in town, the Oasis, that big sign on the right up ahead." His tone had softened now, and a strange feeling of reluctant pleasure washed over the young woman.
"When will the court date be?" she asked.
"Traffic day is Thursday," he said. "Maybe you could go on to where you're going and then come back."
Jane Washington bit her lip. There was no practical way she could do that. She'd have to spend a couple of days in the small town in the middle of nowhere.
"What does a girl do for fun in a burg like this?" she asked a trifle flippantly. He'd seen from her license that she came from a bigger town.
"About the only thing I can think of is the Desert Club," the cop said pleasantly. "My partner has a date for tonight but mine scratched. Would you care to accompany me?"
"I ... I...." Jane stammered. She was numb as she looked up into the handsome eyes of the dark police officer. There was something commanding and powerful in his bearing. "Uh, I don't know," she wavered.
The man gave her a smile and a friendly pressure on the arm. "You can think of my partner and his date as chaperones," the man said.
He laughed, and as he did so Jane heard herself laugh too. Why not, she thought. Then she nodded. "All right," she said. "You've got me dead to rights. What time would you like to pick me up?"
The officer checked his watch, then set a time to pick the girl up. She agreed, and he tipped his hat and went back to his squad car.
Jane nervously started up her car and pulled slowly out. She drove carefully a few hundred yards till she saw the motel, then turned in. She was just up to the office when the police car moved silently past, and as she turned she saw the handsome cop wave to her. She waved back with a shaking hand and then went into the office to rent a room for a few nights.
She could hardly accept the reality of what had happened. Here she had been well on her way home, free of a bad marriage and making plans to start life anew. Now she was stranded in some small desert town for half a week, and she had a date with a man she didn't even know.
Shaking her head she went to her room and quickly unpacked a few of her things. She would have enough time for a quick shower, before the cop would reappear in his off-duty clothes to take her to dinner.
Jane Washington found her way to the small bathroom of the motel room, naked now and anxious to feel the refreshing water of the shower on her body. As she stepped under the nozzle and turned the spray onto herself, she felt her cares and anxiety melt away, as she always did in a refreshingly warm shower or bath.
Beads of water cascaded onto her head and all over her body. They caressed her smoothly rounded curves, ran like a waterfall over her lushly massive breasts, dampened her delicate nest of pubic hair and slid down her legs to swirl into the drain at the center of the motel shower stall.
It was a glorious sensation.
She felt her delightfully aroused young nipples harden and rise. She felt the tingling in her womanly breasts, as the sensuously pervading warmth spread through her hungry young body. Her feelings were a combination of hotly sensuous lust and deep sadness. It was not a new combination, one that she felt only more often in the days of her separation from W. Wallace Washington III, the man she had just divorced.
She had hated sex with her husband, even though it had excited her to see his lust-stiffened cock bobbing anxiously as he moved his body over her to make entrance in her succulently sweet, little cunt. She would feel her womanly juices collecting rapidly in her increasingly warm crevice, as the delicate cuntal walls poured milky lubrication from their liquid spewing pores. But Wally had always seemed a man more interested in his own passionate pleasure than in pleasing the tender young virgin he had made a bride early in her twentieth year.
The shapely blonde thought about that as she let the index finger of one hand run tentatively across the firmly aroused nipple of her warmly moist breast. She could see her ex-husband's poker-stiff cock, waving challengingly as it rose alluringly from his wiry patch of darkly pubic hair. Even now she felt the deep pit of her cuntal cavity grow gradually warm as she massaged her boob and recalled the grindingly powerful thrusts of his thickly-pistoning cock in her sensitive cuntal cavern.
It had been several months now that she had been alone, months during which she had gone without a cock in her yearning cunt. After a year of marriage, after trying so hard to be a wife, she had finally accepted that this cruel and selfish man would never change and become the kindly considerate lover she had girlishly mistaken him for. The breakup had torn her apart, and she had even considered suicide, but she had gotten over all of that, and the only thing remaining was a vaguely disquieting memory of the shaft of his burgeoning cock and the fulfillingly wonderful love that might have been.
An electrical wave of pleasure shot through Jane's young body and brought her back to the present. The caressing of her swollen nipple had spread the lascivious fire through her whole anatomy, and she found herself unwillingly wanting the filling sensations of a hard cock in her belly once more. For months now she had done without it, telling herself that she was better off that way. But the fires had been stoked once again, and the youthful woman wished she knew a way to put them out for all time.
She ducked her head under the shower, letting the rushing water cascade through her blonde locks. She closed her eyes as warm wetness poured over her softly contoured face. The welcomed water was warm and pleasing, washing away for just an instant her anxiety and sultry sexuality. She seemed to melt with the honey-like drippings that descended from her satiny strands of wet hair, a flow that seemed to mesmerize her.
Jane opened her eyes once more, remaining in the refreshingly soothing embrace of the showering waterfall. It was tepidly heated, hypnotically pleasant, an enchanting wash of crystalline liquid cascading over her own sensuous curves. Inescapably she felt her temperature spiraling once again, the eagerness returning unbeckoned to her meltingly moist pussy. Her hands moved mechanically downward, tracing a wet path along the smoothly youthful curves of her finely honed body. Lubricated by shower water, her exploring fingers inched over her gently swelling abdomen in an inevitable journey to her water-matted bush of golden blonde pubic curls.
She stared down at the temptingly tender target of her impulsively advancing fingertips. Jane Washington's cunt was a lovely thing to behold. Nature had given her a body that approached perfection in desirability, and her beautifully formed cunt was her greatest glory. The gently rising mound lifted her pubic patch and presented it like a handful of golden thread. Even now, wetted by the avalanching water, the pussy hair formed a tempting treasure. Jane could see the parting of the furry nest of finely spun gold, revealing yet still hiding the true prize beneath.
Her limber fingers had reached their destination, the long tapered nails cutting into the wet hair. Her soft-fleshed digits followed, parting the weeds and making their way stealthily towards the hidden rden within. Jane let out a heavily breathed sigh as a wave of fiery feeling rose upward from her cunt. Her fingers were moving over the flabby outer lips, the hair-fringed portals to the sweet tenderness of her young pussy. The thick outer lips gave way to gentle nudging, parted under the persuasive pressure of determined prodding.
The blonde girl looked down, saw the petal pinkness of her inner lips spring into view, watched as the delicate flower of her dainty cunt blossomed before her eyes. The furedged outer flaps spread wide, like a gaping mouth yawning without inhibition. The rosy inner petals came fully into view, glistening with a combination of their own sweaty moisture and the relentlessly beating hot flow from the shower head above.
Jane could see the vestibule of her deeply passionate pit within, satiny cunt-walls that longed for the flaming friction of a pistoning shaft of fleshy meat. She spread the whole vulva still wider, moving her wickedly naughty fingers upward in pursuit of the tiny nubbin of super-sensitive cunt-flesh that lies sheltered by the miniscule flaps of labial tissue where the inner petals meet.
She found it, and the very tip of one flexing finger moved to its tiny cock-like tip. This glowing gland of womanly fervor stirred spontaneously at the very first contact. Expertly, Jane rubbed her deliciously desire-dampened clitoris, the rod-like appendage swelling and rising, pulsing and hardening as it filled with lust-inspired blood.
"O-h-h-h," Jane heard herself moan helplessly as shock waves of ecstasy flashed through her.
She was briskly caressing her clit now, working it around and around in circles of joy. She could hear her heart pounding violently, her blood pulsing madly through her veins as hot licks of passionate flame leapt across her body like wind-driven flash fire whipped across the dry desert outside. Euphoria enveloped her, an elevated feeling that made her float above the churning hot waters of the shower stall floor. She worked away fanatically at her love-button, mashing the little bean with a practiced finger.
"M-mm-m," she signed involuntarily, shutting her eyes once more and throwing her head back with a spasm of keenly felt enjoyment. Torrents of water beat mercilessly into her face, but the nettle-like sting was all the more impetus to her vibratingly active finger. Her eyes were firmly closed, but it was not blackness she saw. Colored lights rippled and splashed like bursting droplets of highly pressured water, dyed with rainbow hues. Every exploding globule of showering liquid that ricocheted off her face was echoed in her mind by a blindingly detonated flash of brilliantly hued light. Thrills of dynamic gratification whipped upward from her activated cunt, quickening her breathing, heating her blood, turning her very pore into a wide-open hole of erotic sensitivity. Her whole body glowed. Her entire being churned.
"O-h-h-h," the blonde beauty heard herself groan. The long-awaited delights she was experiencing had been too long delayed this time. Her womanly will had held back her girlish gratification for too many days, too many weeks. Now the eruption of the voracious volcano was magnified by the intensity of pressure that had built within the groundwork of her loins.
"M-mm-m," again she sighed as warm sensation of tingling loveliness flowed throughout her whole body. "This is so good," the girl's voice came her emotion-muffled ears as it from some strangely sensual person at a great distance. "Oh dear, this is so damned good!"
A molten lava of passion seeped upward from the subterranean depths of her female cavern. Her cuntal slot was turning into a tempestuous cauldron of swelteringly roiling fluids, and her fiery walled pussy was passion-scorched with the churning motion of her lust-frenzied fingers. Again and again she probed and prodded her clit button, rotating it, pressuring it, then stretching it outward in the grasp of her thumb and forefinger.
A blast of electric power shook her, emanating from the tiny current-charged nub of female flesh at the apex of her burning cunt. Jolt after jolt of high-voltage power ripped her passion-torn body, making her writhe and turn beneath a spray of shower water that heated her passion more than cooling it down.
She felt a sudden orgasmic spasm of aching power rip through her body, aftershocks rattling every nerve ending with pure pleasure. Gradually, she regained her senses, awakening to her presence and to the reality of the motel shower stall. Her finger continued to pleasure her pussy as her heartbeat resumed a normal pace. Jane knew that she had experienced that potent detonation of orgasm, that excruciatingly keen ecstasy of pleasure her ex-husband had never taken the time to give her, and which she had only gradually learned to bring to herself. She also knew that she hadn't yet reached the highest plateau of pleasure possible for her vibrant young body. No, that was still several steps upward, a climb she always hesitated to take.
It wasn't something she wanted to do. It was wrong, and she told herself that. Her fingers did not belong in her pussy. Her hand had no business between her thighs. Yet, this was something that happened in off-guarded moments, when her resistance was low and the tension had built over a long period of time. She stood there in the shower, reached up and turned the nozzle to make the spray harder, more direct, and then her hand found the faucet and cut back on the hot water.
The strongly cooling torrents now needled into the softly pliant flesh of her back, making her forget for a time the waves of sensuality that flowed upward from her crotch. She breathed deeply, felt rivulets of cold water trickling down her twin mounds of womanly breast flesh from splashes of errant water that battered her finely-rounded shoulders. She felt more relaxed now, further from that wayward girl who had given in to the sensations of heat and carnality and sought evil pleasures from the seat of her lonely yearnings.
The cooling shower would wash all of that away, make her fresh and nice again, ready her for the date she had with the policeman. He seemed a good man, strong and sure of himself ... as Wally Washington had been ... but maybe kinder and more gentle, a man she could trust. In just the few seconds she had seen him, his obvious strength had won her over.
She glanced down at her water-matted cunt hairs, still feeling the last tremors of joy that had spread from that heated crack through the rest of her nubile young body. The blonde curls now hung limply soaked, sad and disappointed. She flicked at one wet lock with a listless finger, lifting it and letting it drop back into place. She knew that her love-starved pussy was an untapped reservoir of endless delights. Several times she had given into her inner urges and pushed that flaming cuntal sheath to its outer limits. Orgasm had followed upon orgasm, the first several rising in passion till her whole body exploded with rampaging aphrodisia, the remaining spasmic risings leveling off to uniform peaks of joyful bliss.
Jane was afraid of that. She knew that she could shoot upward to a summit of such splendid sensation that she could not control her wish to get there again and again. What would that lead her to? Would she become a wantonly loose creature, making her gorgeous little pussy available to any man with a cock? It couldn't happen to her, she was certain. She wouldn't let it happen. Even though the feelings were so fine, even though her cunt could give her such thrills.
There it was, nestled between her smoothly youthful thighs, so open, so available ... and it could give her such fantastic sensations of pleasure.
The naughty thing she thought. She looked down on it, so sweet and lovely, so young and tender. Her cunt, the bane of her lonely existence, yet the source of such splendidly delightful feeling.
Then she extended the forefinger of her right hand and worked it closer to the pinkedged lips of the waiting pussy, the guilt-quivering portals of her girlish cunt, the pouting labia that begged for more. With the tip of that one leanly cock-like appendage she nudged the petal of a single cuntal lip, and the crackingly electrical message that shot upward through the hot wires of her nerves told her that she must take one step higher on that ladder of lust that brought her to the first orgasm.
Slowly she entered her hot little cunt with her well extended finger, the middle digit of her right hand. It was so like a cock, so long and lean and strong. If only it had a high-crowned cock-head, a thick-rimmed mushroom to force her inner lips boldly apart and ravage the interior depths of her moistly seeping love tunnel.
Such as her rigid middle finger was, it would be sufficient to rouse her to higher pinnacles of passion, of that she was certain. Jane reached for the cold water tap and reduced the flow to a trickle, then turned on the hot water and evened out the flow from the nozzle till it bathed her beckoning body in the finest possible spray of hotly exhilarating liquid. Her pleasure-seeking finger had already penetrated the vestibule of her cunt, and now the first joint was nosing its burrowing way inward.
Jane tightened her meaty thighs, constricting the honeyed hole that opened outward from her womb. The slippery moist cunt walls folded gently over the probing finger, making a white-hot contact. She tightened her loins as much as she could, bending at the knees and hunching her finely sculpted shoulders forward. Her bulging breasts hung precariously outward and swayed tantalizingly as sheets of warming water cascaded over them, rippling as her hardened nipples tipped upward to break the flow.
Suctioning out her finger drew exciting tingles from her pussy walls, as a fiery friction raised her temperature. She hurriedly plunged the stiff shaft of the out-pointed digit firmly back into the greedily sucking groove, then began a rhythmic fucking motion that sent ripples of scintillating sensation vibrating through her body. In and out she finger-fucked her hotly throbbing little pussy, the delicately pink inner lips tugging with each succeeding thrust at the hidden little titty of her clitoral bud.
This time it was a gutturally rasping gasp that was ripped involuntarily from her hoarsely croaking throat-"U-h-h-h-h-h!-as the pounding in her cunt forced the breath from her hammering diaphragm. She sucked in air to her aching lungs, expelling it again with the violence of a last gasp breath. "U-h-h-h-h-h!" She rasped, as the plunging of her finger into the darkest depths of her cunt filled her whole body with shaking tremors of voluptuous elation.
She thumped her hotly flowing little pussy with her fiercely flicking finger, pistoning it as fast as her aching wrist could make it go. She threw her head back as a wave of titillation overcame her, dropped her eyelids shut automatically as the rain of warm water came down in her upturned face. She opened her mouth a slit, let her softly sensation-seeking tongue snake into the onrushing flow, felt the needling impulses of water jet against the tender surface. Then she opened her oral cavity a little more, let some of the pleasurably warm liquid enter and stream down her throat.
In her feverish brain, she saw an image of the man she would be with before the night was through, a stark yet shimmering picture of the cop, tall and strong. He was starkly naked. He was as she imagined he would look. She could see his manly cock, arrow-straight and wafting like a tall reed in the wind, a leanly masculine organ of pleasure. As her plunging finger hit a sensitive spot in her hotly squirming cunt, she suddenly imaged the cop's turgid cock in her churning cunt. Yes, it was no mere finger that screwed her succulent pussy. It was a man's violently raging rod, that irresistible animal that conquers womanly defenses and brings unimaginable pleasures to what it ravages.
"O-h-h-h," Jane Washington moaned as she imagined the potent young cop fucking her hot little cunt. "You're going to make me come. I'm going to come. I feel it building in me again. I'm going to come really good this time. I'm going to come."
Her hand now rammed in and out with a will of its own, sending her tensely rigid finger scudding in and out of her narrowly constricted channel with machine-like vengeance. Her steaming hot hole was lubricating fiercely, greasing the way for the battering cock-like appendage. Into and out of the slippery box the middle finger of her right hand careened, driving her intensity upward with each stroke, sending her skyrocketing towards the heavens.
Water from the hot shower splattered all around her as she stood flat-footed and frigged her vulva vigorously. She felt the orgasmic explosion coming. A warning sounded from deep within her burning loins. She gritted her teeth and tried to keep from shouting out, but her voice came without control.
"O-h-h-h-h! I'm coming!" she cried out. "I'm coming! I'm c-o-o-oming!!!"
Again the fireworks exploded in her feverish brain, only this time more powerfully than before. Everything went haywire in her lust-crazed mind, as her hand clapped her pubic triangle with wet persistence and her bony finger reamed her creaming cunt with incredible power. Again and again she felt the irresistible surges of orgasm waft over her. A thunder clap of passion blew up like an atom bomb in her seething brain, and she spasmed crazily again and again.
"O-h-h-h," she moaned as she felt herself coming back down to earth. Her finger was still working in her mellowing cunt, but her spasms of come were receding into a beautiful memory. Gradually she returned to the world of the living, opening her eyes and bringing her limp-necked head forward. The sound of the shower running had a hollow sound in her ears, and her throat was plugged with emotion.
She looked down and saw her finger in her snatch, surrounded by the false guards of pubic hair, wet blonde locks that had looked the other way as a nasty intruder had penetrated her defenses. She felt a pang of grief and guilt come over her. There it was, the offending digit, still lodged in her tightly constricted cunt. Her body had betrayed her! Her sexuality had once again overwhelmed her. She was depressed and dejected, and finally angry with herself.
She pulled her traitorous finger from her sopping pussy. Then she looked forlornly at it, milky with the honey of her come. There was the final evidence of her carnality, and it made her want to cry. Again and again she had done this, even after she had promised herself that she would refrain. What would come of her if she let her passions carry her away?
Would she become a callous creature like her ex-husband had always been, unkind and uncaring, unable to feel for another human being? Then the thought of her upcoming date occurred to her. Maybe she could call it off. No, that would be impossible. It was a double date, and the cop would need more of an explanation than just that she was not feeling well. He might come over and try to comfort her. He would have his own evening ruined, and Jane didn't want to cause that.
She had to go through with the date with the cop, even though she felt she was deceiving him. He probably thought that she was a nice girl, and perhaps the thought of marriage had even entered his mind. She was sure he was a nice man, being kind to a lonely girl stuck in town. And what was she? A slut who couldn't control her urges. She felt cheap, worthless and dirty. Yet, she had to go through with the date. She rinsed herself out quickly, then left the shower to dry off and dress for the date.
Jane didn't want to give too sexy an appearance. She chose to wear a simple outfit, consisting of a white shirt-waist type of blouse and a plain black skirt. She was thinking about the handsome young officer, but an image of her former husband kept intruding in her mind. They did look somewhat alike, and each seemed to have a strong animal quality that excited her. The cop was different though. She recalled how softly he had spoken to her after the unpleasant duties of his office had been finished.
Besides, he was an officer of the law, and he would be certain to go out of his way, to bend over backwards, to be gentlemanly to her. He wouldn't want her to complain to his superiors that he had taken advantage of a lonely girl who had fallen into his clutches in a strange town.
Jane was almost ready for the date. She sprayed just a touch of cologne behind each ear, and the erotic odor wafted up into her own nostrils. Then she heard a gentle rapping at the door. She checked her wristwatch. It was that time. Her date had arrived.
Suddenly, she let out a soft chuckle. She didn't even know the cop's name.
CHAPTER TWO
"You look beautiful!"
The words filled the young blonde with a warm glow of pleasure. In his dapper-suit, the officer looked more handsome than he had in his blue uniform.
"Th ... thank you," she managed to say, feeling a genuine smile light up her face. "You know, I never did catch your name."
He laughed. "Maybe you got me flustered or something," he said. "I think I forgot to tell you, but my last name is on that citation I had to give you. The first name is Ralph, Ralph Inglestorm. There's only one officer Inglestorm on the force in this little town. C'mon outside and meet my friends."
He put a gentle hand on her arm and led her outside. There, in an Olds Cutlass she was introduced to his partner, Early Edmiston and his date, a lovely girl named Brett. Jane felt her nervousness depart as they entered the car and Ralph drove them to the nightclub just a few blocks away, where they pulled over and parked in a darkly shaded spot amidst some thick Joshua trees and cactus across from the roadhouse called the Desert Club.
"Watch your step," Ralph cautioned as he helped Jane out of the car and across the rough ground that hid the auto from the lighted area around the club. They crossed the road carefully and made their way to the crowded entrance. Luckily, the two cops had made reservations, and they were quickly taken to a high-walled booth in a dimly lit corner of the club, one that gave them some privacy as well as a good view of the small stage. The dance floor was a large one, situated on the far side of a row of potted cactus.
"I like this place already," Jane smiled. "There's something about the atmosphere I like."
"It's classy," Brett put in.
Drinks were soon on the table, and a sumptuous dinner was ordered. The lights were low, and the band was warming up the crowd before the floor show came on. After her first drink went down, Brett became even more talkative than she had been in the car. Jane wasn't sure she liked this girl-or Ralph's partner Early-but she could see they were good friends of her date.
"A place like this really turns me on," Brett said. I get all tingly and hot in the crotch from just being in a place like this.
It was a fault Jane really hated in a woman, being a little too salacious in her choice of words. It had bothered Jane several times in the car, but she decided not to show her disapproval. The cute brunette was cuddling up to Early on the richly padded seat, and Jane had to admit that the atmosphere was getting to her a bit too. Ralph was so handsome in the suave lighting, his thickly dark hair neatly combed in the latest style and his white teeth flashing when he grinned, catching the subtle light that found its way into their secluded booth.
Suddenly, Jane realized that the brown-haired girl was going a little farther than just cuddling her boyfriend Early. The girl sat right beside her in the curving booth, so it was easy for Jane to see that Brett's hand had dropped into Early's lap beneath the table, and from the look on the man's face, she was using it expertly to fondle his cock. As Jane gulped her drink excitedly, she caught a perfumey whisp of scent in the air, a manly aroma of human musk, the kind of sensual scent that used to rise from the heated loins of her husband.
Then she saw a glimpse of Early's hand as it momentarily flicked aside a bit of the tablecloth. It was snaking determinedly towards the girl, then disappeared beneath the hem of her skirt. Jane gasped, unable to believe what she was seeing. Ralph, on the other side of her, couldn't see what was taking place, and she certainly didn't want him to know. The nervous blonde tried looking towards the bandstand, but her heart was pounding so loudly she couldn't even hear the music. The odors of lustful passion were rising more obviously in the air, as Brett giggled and her face flushed girlishly.
Early was smiling lasciviously, breathing with a heavily lustful coarseness. The cop's face was beaded sensuously with glistening pearls of sweat, as the movement of the brunette's arm indicated her voluptuous assault on his hidden organ of sex. Jane was frozen with numbed shock, yet impelled by inexplicable forces to turn her eyes to the lap of the girl, where the visible portion of her skirt was rising from the passionate hand within.
"Uh ... uh, that's really some rock band," Jane sputtered at Brett, trying to draw her out of her sensual fog.
Brett did not answer, and after a heavy silence, Ralph spoke. "It sure is," he said cheerfully, boosting the blonde girl's sagging spirits. "They had a punk rock group in here last week, and one of us liked it."
Jane took another gulp of her drink, almost choking on it as a loudly girlish giggle came from Brett. Jane couldn't resist another peak beneath the table, and her surreptitiously furtive glance brought her a shocking sight.
The telltale bulge that was obviously Early's hand had progressed so far up beneath the skirt of the giggling brunette, that it was in the vicinity of the girl's crotch. Jane heard the distinct snap of panty hem being lifted and then slipping out of a moist grasp. Again the edge of the panty leg was lifted, and as Brett's mouth dropped open in a gasp of pleasure, Jane could see the hump of Early's searchingly deft fingers worming straight for the passion-scented cunt of her friend.
"O-h-h-h," the lust-fired brunette crooned, as her eyelids slid shut and her face reddened with feverish heat. "You really know how to do that to a girl," she moaned beneath her breath to Early, just loudly enough for Jane to hear it.
The young blonde was shocked by what was going on, and she thought of saying something to Early or trying to signal. She knew it was useless. She just had to let things run their course. Luckily, the waiter stepped over at just that moment, and told them that dinner would be a little late in arriving. The chef was new, he explained, and there had been an equipment breakdown in the kitchen.
Ralph laughed good-naturedly and said they were in no hurry. The waiter smiled, assured them dinner would not be very long in arriving, and then he hurried off. Jane was benumbed with confusion, but as she turned back to look at the girl, she was relieved to see that Early had yanked his hand out from within her smoldering cunt, from underneath her silky smooth panties and had folded them politely atop the table in front of him.
"Well," Brett shrugged with amused resignation. "As long as we have to wait for dinner and the show we might as well dance."
Early laughed as he rose, leading the shapely brunette by the hand. They eased their way out from behind the table, Jane grabbing a quick look at the man's pants-front. Sure enough, she could see the bulge of what remained of what must have been a roaring hard-on. The odor of sex wafted up to Jane's nostrils as the couple swung past her and Ralph and disappeared on their way to the dance floor, hidden beyond the row of potted palms.
Jane sat there in confusion and paralyzed shock. Ralph talked for a time in deep tones, and the sound of his voice restored her senses. She held her glass in tremblingly nervous hands, but managed to wolf down enough of the strong cocktail to help calm her jangled nerve endings. Soon she had put the incident out of her mind and was chatting animatedly with the jovial dark-haired policeman.
Fresh drinks were brought, though Brett and Early had not as yet returned from the dance floor. "I'll see if I can round them up," Jane stated, "besides, I have to visit the ladies room."
Off she went, and after making a quick trip to the powder room, she headed for the dance floor. It was crowded with couples, and she waited off to one side, scanning the floor. After a time, she realized that Brett and Early were not dancing. She went partway back to the booth, but stopped when she saw the top of Ralph's head, as he sat alone. Suddenly, she became worried about Brett. Perhaps the girl had gotten sick and Early had taken her outside.
Jane strode towards the entrance, then out into the cool night air. She looked about, but the girl was nowhere to be seen. Then she got an idea. Perhaps Early had taken her back to the car to lie down. Jane looked both ways, then hurried across the road to that secluded spot amongst the trees and shrubbery where the Cutlass had been parked. She made her way carefully in the darkness, saw the tail section of the car come into view, and then walked up to it.
She stooped to get a look inside. Brett was in there, all right, and so was Early, and the view that met her startled young eyes set the blonde girl back on her heels. Brett was sprawled on the back seat, bare-ass naked, and Early was on his knees between her wide-spread thighs. He was as naked as she was, and as Jane came partly around towards the front end of the car, she could see the couple plainly through the glass of the window. One car door had been left ajar, and that caused the courtesy light inside to be lit. It didn't afford much light, but it was enough.
Jane Washington let out an audible gasp. Through the car window, illuminated by the dim light inside, she could see what was going on, and it was as if in a weird dream that she gaped at the sight. Her heart stopped, and she felt her throat constrict.
The policeman and his girlfriend were about to fuck, right in Ralph's car, right in the parking lot of the Desert Club.
Jane's eyes bulged, and she couldn't move.
CHAPTER THREE
There was moaning and groaning coming from inside the dimly illuminated Olds Cutlass, and the sounds that wafted up to the burning ears of the young blonde divorcee were not the sounds of pain. The moaning and the groaning was coming from the lips of the lascivious brunette, and they were clearly moans of pleasure.
Jane could hear her heart pounding. At least it had started up again! She was numb with shock, but she retained enough of her senses to know that she had to get out of there. Her concern for the girl named Brett had been misplaced. There was nothing wrong with her. At least she wasn't sick. She was just a lustfully depraved creature who didn't know the meaning of the word decorum.
The blonde inched backwards, determined to sneak out of the parking lot without being observed. She knew her intentions would be misunderstood if she were caught. The door of the car wavered, causing a flickering of the courtesy light that dimly illuminated the scene of passionate lust being played out inside. Jane continued to back off, but bumped into another car that had squeezed between the Olds and some heavy shrubbery in the jam-packed parking area. She froze, terrified that the noise would alert the busy couple. She held her breath, but could see that they were too involved with their hot and heavy activities to hear the slight sound. She stared at their hotly writhing bodies, and the sight numbed her. She was suddenly rapt at the vision before her, two people in the throes of sex. She had never seen anything like it before, and try as she might she couldn't draw her eyes from the sensual spectacle.
The view she got of the cop's manly genitals sent a shiver of chilling arousal through her girlish body. His hairy muscled thighs spread like two inward tilted pillars of powerful flesh, revealing a pair of heavily come-laden balls in a thickly wrinkle-skinned scrotal sac. This massively masculine ball-bag was drawn tightly up with voluptuous anticipation, displaying his mighty brick-stiff cock beyond. The rigidly straight shaft of his stoutly imperious dick twitched hotly as he poised his well built body "over the reclining pale-pink delicacy of Brett's youthful body. Jane could not draw her eyes from the massively come-bloated balls and the granite-like hardness of the thick rod. Her body seemed to melt as she watched, her knees so weakened and turned to Jello that she didn't believe she could run if she tried.
Early made a move downward with his broad body, apparently planting a hot kiss on the brunette's face beyond the thick pair of manly shoulders that partially blocked Jane's view. As he shifted his splendid torso, his lengthy cock twitched and bobbed, the velvety smooth blunt-faced head of his huge cock swinging momentarily into view and catching the pale light. The sight of it thrilled the girl as she watched. The hugely rough ridge of that broad-flanged mushroom vastly surpassed in dimension and form the cock-head of her husband that she had so often seen swollen and violet-hued as he made ready to enter her squirming cunt.
The thickly blunt knob of this spear was a weapon like none the girl had imagined in her life, and as the shivering blonde stood staring at the rock-like thing, she saw it lowering gradually to the desire-dampened cunt that waited impatiently below. Brett's legs were so widely spread that one foot was up on the shelf behind the back seat and the other was hooked over the thickly-padded front seat. Jane could not see the girl's face now, but it must have been screwed in ecstasy. Her molten cunt was certainly ready for the impending invasion of the officer's massively handsome cock.
Jane moved closer, her breath condensing on the glass of the car window. As Early twisted his body a bit to get more comfortable, his passion-inflated cock swung away from the languidly lying brunette. Jane's attention was torn from the rock-solid pole to the gaping gash of pussy flesh that lay beneath. Never had she seen such a sweltering channel of blood-engorged cuntal muscle.
The fleshy dark-haired outer lips were rosy-hued with visible passion, and the splay-legged pose of the nympho-maniacal girl parted them sufficiently to bare the flower-petal interior lips. These pink-tinged beauties were like the fragile petals of some lovely rose, long and vibrant to look at. Brett's clit was swollen to frightening dimension, heat-reddened and palpitating. Its broad-faced head was like the blunt end of a man's dick, lacking only the peehole to make a perfect counterpart to the male organ.
Jane gasped aloud. Here was a woman more sensuous than she, better equipped to enjoy sex than she was, and obviously free of any restraint whatsoever. She had underestimated the broad. Brett was a woman who knew what she wanted, and the hard pounding of a thick cock in her cuntal sheath was what she craved.
As the blonde watched from the safety of darkness, she saw the great shaft of the man's mighty dick ease downward in pursuit of the hotly beckoning pussy. Thickly masculine fingers seized the gapingly open cunt and pulled it still more widely open. The graspingly greedy hands of the full-bodied brunette came around from behind the cunt-hungry man and grasped his broadly powerful backside. Red-polished fingernails bit into his roughly hair-covered ass flesh as she gripped her lover's massive behind and forced him towards her.
Jane was in a state of shock as she watched, witnessing a scene of lustful depravity she previously had been ill equipped even to imagine. She could hear the wet whimpering of the man-crazed girl behind the glass of the car window, hear the thickly hoarse breathing of the cop over her.
"Shove it in, Early!" she heard Brett call out distinctly. "Shove your big bone into my cunt! Hurt me! Hurt me! Hurt me!"
Jane's heart skipped several beats. She had never heard a girl speak in that tone of voice, and even though she had often heard boisterous girls use foul language, she hadn't recalled hearing it in front of a man. Clearly there was a streak of raw wildness in this girl that she had never seen in any female.
"Fuck me!" Jane heard Brett cry out in a frenzy. "Fuck my cunt! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck me now!"
Jane saw the thickly ridged head of the mammoth cock part the dainty inner lips of the girl's voracious cunt, then watched as her painted fingernails forced the big male ass downward and the hard cock penetrated into the hotly waiting slot. First the gargantuan knob and then a portion of the bulging-veined shaft of Early's mighty cock lunged into the dark depths of Brett's pussy, disappearing from sight as if swallowed by a gluttonous monster. Early's hands moved away from the mouth of the cuntal cavern, slid beneath the trunk of the girl's body, raising her and wrapping about her in a warm embrace.
The muscular flanks of the cock-driving man forced their way irresistibly downward, ramming the blood-thickened hunk of male meat deep within the steaming female cavity below. Soon the meeting of cock and cunt was obscured from the view of the girl standing outside the car. All she could see was a broadly hairy ass crammed between the far-flung thighs of the helpless girl on the car seat.
"O-h-h-h-h!" she heard Brett moan in delirious pleasure. "O-h-h, Early. Oh! I love it! O-h-h-h!"
Then Jane saw the policeman's great hips rise, and the thick stalk of the murderously long prick slid wetly back into sight. The view startled the blonde. The tube that ran up through the shaft was bulging along the underside of the dick. The smooth flesh of the savage weapon was gleaming in the dim light with a thick coating of cuntal lubricant from the fiery hole of the seething girl. All but the massive knob of the cock came into view, then slowly slid back into the waiting cuntal sheath.
"O-h-h-h!" Brett groaned loudly, as the gigantic pole rammed into her heated cunt. "Oh, that's it! Fuck me like that. Just like that, Early."
The officer responded, lifting his hips and plunging them wickedly downward once more. Brett kicked her legs in obvious ecstasy, banging one foot into the glass of the rear window, smacking the naked toe's of the other against the roof of the car above the front seat. The hugely naked ass of the fucking cop was now stabbing the air again and again, repeatedly rising and falling like a great tidal wave of ocean water. Each time his cock pulled out of the sopping cunt, splashes of female come juice splattered in all directions, staining the seat covers and dotting the inner thighs of the splay-legged brunette with splotches of her cunt-juice.
"E-e-e-e-e!" she shrieked, as his iron-hard spear stabbed into her again and again, ramming its way as deeply as possible into her heaving belly with each maniacal thrust. Early was now slamming away at her body, pounding violently at her frail womanhood. Could the girl take any more of it? Jane felt terror shoot through her as she wondered. Should she break into the car and stop the policeman? Was he hurting her girlfriend? He was a law officer. If she got him angered he could kill her.
The answer came quickly.
"Oh," Jane heard Brett sigh. "I love it, Early. Oh, I've never been fucked in the cunt so good in my life before."
Jane sunk back onto her heels. Now she understood fully the extent of the depravity of this strange woman. Brett had no respect for the idea of decorum. She didn't wish to hold herself out for a husband. What was the meaning of sex to a broad like her? Jane answered the question in her own mind. This crazy woman only wanted a thickly masculine cock in her hot pussy. That was all she cared about. Love and tender feelings meant nothing to her.
These things saddened the sensitive young blonde as she stood weakly outside the Cutlass. She had misjudged the police officer who was Ralph Inglestorm's partner. He was the kind of man who would take advantage of a girl. This cop named Early was just a brute. He was like her ex-husband Wallace.
As Jane watched the strong-muscled man pound the willing girl brutally with his stout cock, a new feeling took possession of her. She was ashamed of herself. The girl who had given into the demands of her unthinking pussy back in the motel shower stall was now entranced by the sexual spectacle taking place in the back seat of the car before her.
Jane realized this. Something had suddenly happened to her. Her panties were wet, sopping wet. Jane had come in her panties at the sight of the fast-fucking couple in front of her. Now, as she stared forlornly into the car, she saw that they were both coming wildly too. The couple was thrashing crazily about, out of control, out of touch with reality and their surroundings. Each time the blunt-headed cock came out of the tightly grasping cuntal sheath, a spurt of yellow-white semen gushed out around it. The hot come ran in rivulets down the sweating flesh of the girl, trickling into her bare asshole.
Jane's jaw dropped at the sight. The girl's puckered hole was filling with the ooze of Early's come, mingled as it was with the still hotly cascading cuntal lubrication of the girl herself. This creamy concoction was surging out of the girl's pussy, oozing onto the seat cover, greasing the way for the hardened cock in its last moments of triumph.
Realizing that the fuck was almost ended, Jane turned on her heels and headed back to the Desert Club. She was sweating with passion and turmoil, her clothes sticking hotly to her body. She had seen an unbelievable sight, the degeneracy of a man and a woman. The man was a law officer. Would she fall into the same trap of depravity? Soon she was inside the crowded nightclub, and then she was seated quietly beside the other man, an officer she still admired and respected.
"Are they all right?" Ralph asked.
"Yes," Jane gasped. She swallowed hard and said, "Sure, they're on their way. They were dancing and they went outside for some air ... I think. I ... uh, didn't see them, but I was told by the door man that they're on their way." She took a much needed drink of her cocktail, well diluted by that time from melted ice.
"I think those two like being alone," Ralph said.
Jane just nodded. If she weren't so upset and confused she would have considered that a big understatement. Before long, Early and Brett returned to the table, their clothes on and straightened to respectability. They all sat about, had a fine dinner and watched the show. Then Ralph suggested they all go to his and Early's apartment to play some new tape cassettes. They claimed to have a groovy music collection. Jane said she was tired and preferred to go straight to the motel, but Brett wouldn't think of it.
"Ralph has a fabulous music collection," she said to Jane. "The best collection I've ever seen. Besides, I hate to think of you in that dull motel."
Jane shrugged. She felt defeated and helpless. Everyone else looked alive and excited. Brett really wanted to go up to their apartment, and Jane felt like she was coming on as a party pooper. Anyway, she was sure she could trust Ralph, a real gentleman, so she managed a weak smile and said, okay, she'd go along with them to their apartment.
Jane's mind was in a state of turmoil. She couldn't get over the shock of seeing the lewd action in the back seat of the car. Never in her life had she seen another couple having sex, and the only experience she ever had was with her ex-husband. She had never even seen a porno film, a photo or a film of two people making it together. All her friends had seen them, but she had been too decorous to allow even her husband Wally to view one.
They all went out to the car, and Jane was glad she was sitting in the front seat with Ralph. All the way over to the apartment she heard squeals of delight coming from the back seat, as Early and Brett continued to make out. Ralph was as he had been all evening, quiet and gentlemanly.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Olds Cutlass wound through the quiet streets of the small desert community, and the more Jane saw of it the more she liked. The streets were broad, and the houses-though not overly big-were set way back from the street. Several times she heard the whinny of a horse.
It was surprisingly chilly in the night air, quite a change from the warm desert day, and unthinkingly the blonde sidled up close to the strongly built police officer. He glanced at her with a pleasant grin, and before she could react he placed one arm around her shoulder and steered with the other.
"This'll keep you warm," he joked.
Jane grinned back at him, relaxing at his friendly tone and letting herself be drawn closer to him. "How far is the apartment?" she asked, looking for a way to break the discomfort she began to feel.
"It's just ahead," Ralph Inglestorm said. "We have the upper floor of an old ranch house, and two old ladies have apartments downstairs. The guy who owns the place lives about forty miles from here now, on a big horse ranch."
The car pulled into a driveway, then into a garage as the door opened by one of those remote control devices. The couple in the back seat had already piled out, laughing wildly, and Ralph escorted Jane. She loved the place Ralph shared with his police partner.
It was nestled in a lovely area, surrounded by Joshua trees. Once inside, she felt better about things. Early and Brett went off to another room, while Ralph played some of the cassettes she liked best from his fine music collection. They were cuddled up on the couch together, sipping brandy out of a big snifter, listening to a romantic Montovani recording she greatly enjoyed.
She felt his warmly tantalizing breath on her cheek, and as she turned and looked up at him, their lips met, melting excitingly together. The heat of their breaths intermingled intimately, and Jane felt his strong but gentle arms drawing her to him. The kiss broke off and she found herself staring up into his darkly limpid eyes. She liked everything about this man, his gentle ways, his politeness, the obvious strength of character that underlay everything he did.
That's why she did not object as she felt one of his large hands slip downward to her breast. He was speaking to her in low tones, whispering endearments she longed to hear. His voice was velvety soft, hypnotically deep. Her body had grown glowingly warm, partly from the sips of smooth cognac, partly from Ralph's gentle touch. They kissed again, her soft lips clinging for an instant to his moistly hot ones.
She let her mouth fall greedily open, invitingly available, welcoming him inward. Ralph responded, inching his now-open mouth closer, near enough for his heated exhalations to dance over the sensitive surface of her tongue. Then their lips touched electrically once more, and the pointed tip of the man's thick tongue made its first tentative approach within her ovaling mouth.
"M-mm," she sighed appreciatively at the tinglingly brief contact between his tongue-tip and the roof of her mouth. He tightened his grip on her willing body, nudged his face closer to hers, then probed further with his talented tongue. Their snake-like tongues met, two lusty serpents intertwining. First one advanced into the lair of the other, and then retreated to bring the invader into its own den.
Jane's heart pounded with the passionate kissing. The taste of his slippery saliva in her wetly hungry mouth thrilled her, made her forget where she was, what she was doing. She had lost track of Ralph's exploring hands, till she gradually grew aware of a fond pressure on one breast. He was caressing her tit through the thick cloth of her blouse and brassiere cup, a mild stimulation that warmed her and sent tingles of tickling delight emanating from her hardening nipple. She lowered a hand as if to brush his away, but it faltered unaccountably, coming to rest on the bare and hair-speckled flesh of the back of his strongly masculine hand.
She heard the sound of the huge brandy glass being set on the coffee table in front of the couch, and then the hands on her body were more determined as they drew her towards this marvelous man. She arched her back, threw her head upwards to make her mouth more vulnerable to his advances, and he responded with a hotly moist kiss that covered her beckoning lips. Her whole mouth was engulfed by the fervently heated vastness of his wide-stretched cavity. Again she felt the penetration of his rapacious tongue, searing the inner walls of her mouth, firing her limp tongue, speeding waves of warmly passionate emotion through her yielding body.
Again she felt the fond pressure on her breast, and she could not ward it off. This time the powerful hand was more persistent, soothing the womanly fullness of her softly rounded boob. Ralph hefted one massive breast in his hand, weighing it, molding it, turning it to a fireball of wonderful feelings. He worked the mammoth mammary around and around in a smooth circle, his index finger coming to rest on the passionerected teat. Through the combined thickness of blouse and bra, the educated tip of his fast-flicking finger rubbed her nub-like nipple and roused it to greater stiffness and length.
Their kisses had grown more fiery, as darts of flame shot between their hot mouths. Jane lost track of where she was, as the sensations in her mouth blended with the warm sensations rising from her tits. She let herself go, allowed her eyelids to drop shut and her body to float in the warmly liquid medium of pure sensuality. She felt a surge of wildly sensual pleasure, and she didn't want her reticence to snap her out of it. She wanted her emotions to carry her just a little bit farther, not too far, but far enough to fulfill her and leave her satisfied.
They kissed and embraced for some time. Jane could not have said how long, till she became gradually aware of a cool feeling on her loins. It was a mild tingling, and at first she thought it was only the glow of pleasure from his kisses and fond embraces, spreading downward towards the ultimate seat of her womanly desire.
Then she felt something more distinct, a finger on her naked thigh, and the coolness of the air on the flesh of her upper leg became a reality. The finger was worming upward, nearing the crux of her femininity. And then she felt it, the lifting of the edge of her panties. Ralph had worked his hand up beneath her skirt, and now his probing fingers were lifting the leg opening of her panties. The very tip of one finger made contact with the tender flesh of her pubic mound, indenting it skillfully, weaving through the thicket of blonde hairs, seeking the softly puffed edge of the outer portals of her cuntal opening.
"O-h-h-h," she moaned at the intimate touch. She knew something was wrong, was alerted to some distant danger, but could not respond to prevent it. Ralph's hotly powerful tongue was plumbing the greedy depths of her mouth, flattening her own helpless appendage to the floor of her oral cavity. She took a gulp of air, heart pounding, and again lost track of which parts of her body were sending what portions of the fiery message of eroticism that surged upward to her brain.
Jane floated in a warmly wet sea of sensations. Wave after wave of titillating pleasure washed over her. She was mesmerized, turned to helpless mush by the strongly hot kisses of her lover. She was vaguely aware of what was taking place beneath her skirt. The thickly hard finger of the cop had worked its way well within the protective confines of her silken panties, probed the blonde-fringed crack of her cunt, parted the soft outer lips and found the slitheringly wet inner surfaces.
The young blonde surrendered unwillingly to the overwhelming forces of erotic power that subdued her. As her mind spun, she was aware only of the tantalizing sensations of probing tongue and pleasure-seeking finger. The thickly rigid digit worked its way up her cuntal sheath, pausing to caress the fine edges of her inner labia, then trace a moistly hot path upward to the sensitive almond bud of her clitoris. It rubbed the hotly throbbing little nipple of super-sensitive cunt flesh, then drove inward to fully penetrate the deeply dark cuntal sheath.
Briefly the girl resisted, twitching her defensively clenched cuntal tunnel. But this only increased the friction that enflamed her, as the powerful finger drew outward through a channel now greased by the hot liquid of her spiraling passion. Ralph began to frig her fiercely with his extended finger, plunging in and out of her flaming cunt, stretching her panties and pumping against the cloth of her tight skirt on each outstroke.
"U-h-h-h-h," she heard herself gasp, her voice guttural and hoarse, coming from deep within the churningly hot confines of her body. She gasped for air, arching her back spasmically as thrill after thrill bolted upward from her seething cunt.
She wanted to make him stop, but she was a helpless victim of the mighty ramrod of his cock-like finger. He plummeted in and out, finger-fucking her hot little cunt till it screamed with desire for more. Jane gave herself up to it, gripping her ardent lover tightly, letting herself bend with his every move, allowing the bony digit to violate the honey-sweet innards of her female portal. Then she was coming, waves of enjoyment splashing over her helpless soul, blinding lights of exhilaration illuminating her brain.
"O-h-h-h-h," she heard herself moan out loud. "I'm coming! O-h-h-h, I'm coming. O-h-h-h-h!!!"
She was hugging Ralph tightly, smothering herself in the manly warmth of his broad torso. He was kissing all over her face, neck and shoulders, caressing her back with his free hand, reaming her young cunt with the powerful finger of the other. Gradually her explosions of passion subsided, and she realized with shocked numbness what she had allowed him to do.
She started to pull away, felt a potent resistance, then jerked her body hard.
"Jane," she heard him plead, but she yanked herself away anyhow.
"Oh! Ralph Inglestorm!" she said, feeling torrid tears welling in her blurry eyes. "How could you do a thing like this to me? How could you force me into such a thing. Oh, I'm so ashamed of myself." A combination of anger at him and shame at what she had allowed herself to enjoy overcame her, and she burst into raging tears.
She moved away from him across the couch, then stumbled to her feet, steadying herself on the coffee table. She was hopelessly mixed up now, knowing she had enjoyed his advances, liking the young cop, yet upset with herself and with him too. Perhaps it was just the temporary influence of what Brett and Early had done in the restaurant parking lot that had aroused Jane and that was why she let Ralph go too far. She blamed herself. It wasn't Ralph's fault. It had been her place to stop him.
She stood by herself now, regaining her composure to some extent.
"I ... I'm sorry," Ralph said, rising. "I thought you were enjoying yourself. You were so warm and pliant in my arms. I thought...."
"Oh!" was all she could blurt out as tears came rushing to her eyes once more. "Let me alone. Let me have a few minutes to collect myself, Ralph."
"Sure," he said, sitting back down. There was a look of genuine surprise on his face.
She turned and went in search of a bathroom, someplace where she could sit down for a few minutes, then wash her face and put her makeup on once again. She needed to be alone long enough to fully regain her composure. She walked off weakly, her knees half-turned to liquid, her heart beating strongly. In search of a bathroom, she stepped uneasily down a dark and thickly carpeted hallway.
Her mind was still whirling. She had wanted to control herself, but her body had betrayed her. Her clothes clung to her, still sweat-moistened from her own seething passion. Her traitorous body had yielded to dangerous desires, and she didn't know how to control it. She was choking back tears as she stumbled past an open door and looked in to see if it was a bathroom.
The young blonde stopped and peered around the jamb of the half-opened door. Her eyes took a second to adjust to the light, slightly dimmer than that in the hall. The sight she saw was clear enough, but she couldn't quite fathom it for several seconds. Then her lower jaw dropped and her throat became dry and constricted. The vision in front of her was like something out of a horror movie, or something from one of her own worst nightmares.
She stared into the room, evidently the master bedroom, and only the weakness of her knees prevented her from rushing in and putting an end to what she saw.
The brunette was spread-eagled on the bed before her, naked, her arms and ankles pointed at the four corners of the bed. As Jane stared, she made out more and more of the scene. There were police handcuffs on each wrist, the free cuff hooked to the bedposts. Brett's ankles were bound by larger metal cuffs that were attached to the lower posts. Each cuff was on tightly enough to turn the flesh a sickly white and to bite harshly into it. Her hands and ankles were pulled so tightly that all four of the naked brunette's limbs were extended to their fullest.
This was bondage! Erotic bondage! Jane had heard about it from a friend, but never believed people really did it. She was horrified at actually seeing it. She just never believed that people did this, maniacs maybe, but not people that you could really know. Brett was into it. Bondage! She was locked into metal restraints, stripped nude and helpless, completely at the mercy of the cop that stood over her. The blonde could see that the brunette was enjoying it.
Jane's attention turned to the policeman. He was naked! She was shocked. Her body turned to liquid and she felt a surge of titillation in her fear-constricted pussy. Early's broad back was to her, the taut-muscled surface gleaming in the slanting light from hot moisture that beaded the skin. She let her eyes drop slowly down the length of his form, sensuously sculpted as if carved from a block of the whitest marble. The hills of his buttocks rose high and hard, lighter in color than his back, bare of hair except for a fine black fringe near the split of his ass.
She thrilled to the sight of his excitingly proportioned behind, each globe dented in masculine leanness. Early's legs were like stone-carved pillars, thick and powerful, tapered to hard-muscled calves and then lean down to the ankles. He moved, striding towards the side of the bed where Brett lay helplessly bound. As he turned, Jane saw him from the side, gasping at the dimensions of the stiffly rising cock she had seen from another angle in the Cutlass earlier that night.
His manly rod angled upward from a wiry bush of black pubic hair. The shaft was long and fattened by its surge of excited blood, and the head was high-crowned and smoothly purple. The whole dick bowed slightly upward, shimmering with slight motion. Jane wanted to run away at the sight of his cock, but she could not tear her girlish eyes away from the spectacle. It was the grandest prick she had ever seen, strong and thick and made for ravaging a cunt.
Riveted to the spot, she stared at the great cock, seeing the blue veins of the stalk as it caught the light from the lamp. Brett was also staring at it, a leer on her face, a gleam in her lust-maddened eyes. Jane was aghast at the expression on the woman's face, and it repulsed her as much as the dick compelled her to look at it.
What had come over Jane? Why didn't she simply run away from the bedroom door, down the stairs to the street and find her way back to the motel? She could do it. All she had to do was make her numb legs move. Yet, she found that she couldn't.
She realized that the bizarre scene thrilled her. She couldn't take her eyes off the powerful form of the naked policeman. But it was more than that. She was aroused by the sight of the naked girl, helpless in her bondage. Was there something depraved about Jane Washington? What was there deep within her that made the scene so compelling?
CHAPTER FIVE
Jane stood in the doorway, staring at the extraordinary scene within. The helpless brunette was struggling at her bonds, first at the handcuffs around her wrists, then at the larger metal restraints around her ankles. She struggled as if she sought escape, and yet it was clear that she loved it. What was the meaning of her weird behavior?
The blonde felt a trickle of perspiration run down her side as she gaped at the girl on the bed. She must have been feeling something like what Jane was herself experiencing. Wild excitement, mixed with a chilling fear. That combination had never occurred to the girl in the doorway, but now it seemed as if no combination of emotions could possibly equal it in intensity.
It was a movement on the part of the powerful police officer that snapped the girl out of her reflections. She watched him as he strode from the footboard of the bed up towards the top. Suddenly, Early leaned over towards the nightstand and lifted something off it. He brought it around in his right hand, and as it caught the luminescent light of the lamp, Jane saw what it was. Her heart leaped. She had heard about these sick perversions, but had never dreamed a friend of hers could get involved in them. She'd heard about bondage and discipline. The chaining of the helpless girl to the bed was the bondage part of it, and Early was apparently about to inflict the discipline. Torture would have been a better word for it, from the look of the wide leather belt he had doubled over in his hand.
It was no ordinary belt. Jane could see that. It was more than two inches wide, of very thick black leather, and studded with metal brads like the belts worn by motorcycle maniacs. Yellow light gleamed off the metal tacks as Early moved closer to the bed and raised the belt.
"Oh Early!" Brett said up at him, reverence in her voice. "Do it to me, Early. Do it. I love it when you hit me."
Jane's body quaked with emotion. Now she knew for sure that the brunette was into the weird deviations. She wanted to whirl and run, but fear and fascination held her to the spot. Would the man really lower the doubled belt onto the squirming girl's milky white flesh? Would he beat her and raise red welts? There might even be bloodshed. Jane's heart pounded as she stared wide-eyed at the strange scene.
Early lashed downward with the thickly doubled belt, the force of his blow landing on the inner thigh of the leg nearest him. There was a loud slap, and a cry came from the lips of the spread-legged brunette. Again the brutally strong cop raised the terrible weapon, and again it came slapping down, this time on the far thigh.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," came the sighing moan from the girl on the bed. Her head lolled to one side, and her eyes turned glassy.
Jane's heart was palpitating wildly as she witnessed the scene. She saw Early lean over and place his face close to the girl's. "Are you all right?" she heard him say.
Brett looked up, and a weird smile came across her moistly sensuous lips. "I'm okay," she grinned lecherously. "Hit me some more."
The well muscled man laughed aloud, and then he resumed his dominating pose. He raised the thick strap of metal-studded leather and brought it down on one of the girl's shoulders. She cried out in apparent pain, but made no attempt to stop him, and then he whipped her again, this time on the far shoulder.
Jane stared numbly. She could see streaks of rosy hued flesh where the leather had bitten into the youthful girl's skin. Welts had already been raised to mar the perfection of her marble skin.
Again and again the man brought the brutal strap down on the softly molded flesh, battering her belly, her thighs, her-arms and her chest above the quivering globes of her breasts. All around the pink-fleshed gash of Brett's open pussy the fiercely whipping man wielded the leather.
The blonde in the hallway stared at that pink crevice of tender love-flesh. It was oozing its molten juices, super-heated with desire, enflamed with the blood of rampant lust. The wide-spread legs pulled the outer lips apart, revealing palpitating inner petals, a lust-stiffened clitoris and a gaping hole of beckoning passion.
Again the man poised, speaking softly to the girl on the bed, asking her if she was all right. She nodded, smiling up at him with saliva dripping lips that revealed the mad ecstasy with which she was receiving the painful blows. Her eyes were narrow slits of passion as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Whip my cunt!" Jane heard the girl say. "Whip my cunt good, Early. C'mon, don't be afraid. Whip it!"
The cop smiled with obvious pleasure and hefted the doubled belt. He took careful aim, and as Jane drew back in mortal fear, he lashed heavily downward once more. The snapping lash of the belt cut meanly across the gaping gash of the hot young cunt, making the juices splash in all directions. The blow was met by a screech of pain from the bed, a shrill sound that sent cold shivers racing through the blonde's bloodstream.
Repelled by what she saw, Jane began to back away. She could bear it no longer, the sight of the brutal lashing, the ruthlessness of the sadistic man, the depravity of the brunette's sensuality. Worst of all, she was repelled by the strange sensations that rose from her own hotly wet cunt. There was a fiery pleasure at the sight and sounds coming from the bedroom, a compulsion to look at it, to be part of it, that ran counter to every thought in her head.
She backed off, eyes still riveted to the burning pussy of the girl on the bed. Suddenly, she hit something behind her and felt strong hands steadying her. "W-what...." she managed to stammer.
"S-h-h-h," she heard the soothingly suave voice of her newfound lover behind her. It was Ralph. "I came to see if you were okay," he whispered in a sensuously hushed voice.
"I ... I...." she started to speak, but couldn't.
"It's all right," he whispered. "S-h-h-h." His hands were reassuring on her arms. "We don't want them to hear us out here. They'll know you've been evesdropping. C'mon."
Half-willingly, she let herself be led away from the doorway. Then she realized that Ralph was leading her away from the safety of the living room. She began to resist, pulling against his firm yet gentle grip. They were going down the hallway into a darkened area, where the black rectangle of an open doorway inevitably led to another bedroom.
She started to enter, then stopped. He was behind her, and she pressed her ripe young body against his. The heat of his own body stopped her. She could feel the fiery hardness of his cock, pressing outward from within his pants. She wanted to move, but couldn't. She felt the steamy steel of his cock, half-wedging between the globes of her soft-fleshed backside, and the feeling sent thrills coursing upward through her body.
Uncontrollably, she found herself twisting and inching her pear-shaped backside against his heated flanks, inviting the pulsatingly twitching tool to sink ever deeper between the hot halves of her ass. Even through the cloth of his pants and her skirt, the sensation of his rock-like weapon aroused her passion.
Mechanically she let him urge her forward, into a darkened room that soon was subtly lit from the light of one dim lamp. All the while she protested, murmuring her objections, wishing she could regain possession of herself and resist him. She found herself being led to the large bed, lifted bodily and laid upon it. She nearly swooned at the sensation of helplessness as Ralph's strong arms hefted her and set her down as light as a feather on the bed.
He was quickly beside her, the hulking strength of his manly physique overwhelming her by its presence. She felt small and weakly helpless, nearly hypnotized by his erotically masculine scent. She wanted to get up off the bed, out of the pad and downstairs to leave the building, but she knew she hadn't the will to do that. She felt she was at the mercy of this potent presence, hoping against hope that he wasn't the kind of man his friend Early was.
A vision of the naked brunette in the next room flashed into her frenzied mind. How could the girl enjoy such humiliation? How could she thrill to the brutal pain inflicted by the dominating brute? Her own heart was violently raging as she looked up at the mountain of robust man above her, looming like some unconquerable fortress atop a craggy outcropping of granite.
"Relax," he crooned in a deeply mellifluous voice. His tones were hypnotically deep, soothingly suave. "Rest your head back. I don't want to hurt you. I only want to open you up to pleasure."
"I ... I want to" she managed.
"It's so easy," he cooed warmly. "You came alive in my arms down on the couch. You can do it. I know." He ran a soothing hand over her brow, smiling lovingly down at her as he did so. Then he caressed her upper arm, warming her sensuously.
"I don't think it's right," she said weakly, feeling helplessly feeble as he touched her. "What Brett was doing in there ... it's not right."
Ralph chuckled knowingly. "It's right if she enjoys it. And she certainly seemed to be turned on,Jane."
The youthful blonde was at a loss for a reply. The lascivious brunette had fallen prey to a weird depravity, to a frightfully unnatural act, and as the mesmerizingly soothing hands of the manly form looming over her smoothed and caressed her flesh, she wondered if the traitorous urges within her would lead her down the same path?
Ralph's hands were moving down her bosom, and she sensed he was flicking open each button of her blouse. She rose to stop him, but he bent forward to place a hotly wet kiss on her soft-lipped mouth. She froze, paralyzed by the power of the kiss. She felt him pushing her backwards, but she was stopped by a powerful forearm that had been slipped in behind her, and she found herself defenseless in the cradle of his muscular limbs.
Her blouse was soon open, and then it was pulled over her bare shoulders and down to her slimly female waist. Ralph's great head swooped like an avaricious bird, landing with moist kisses on her bosom as it bulged enticingly over the top of her lacy white bra. Her bouncing flesh gave way to his forceful mournings, as he pressed his face into the breasts, the shoulders and then the arms of the languorous girl. All she wanted to do now was sink back into oblivious sleep, trusting his gentlemanly instincts to preserve her last vestiges of decency.
She stared down the length of her own body as his face came away from her skin. His hands moved like scurrying animals, unbuttoning her skirt at the side, sliding it smoothly over the girlish roundness of her hips. Her half-slip soon followed, and then her blouse was torn the rest of the way off. She was lying in her diaphanous white bra and panties, as Ralph's busy hands hurriedly stripped away shoes and pantyhose.
"Ralph...." she begged in a barely audible little voice. "Please."
He did not seem to hear her. Perhaps she was so insignificant that he wouldn't deign to acknowledge her pleas. He had bent way over to bestow a moist kiss on her ankle, then trace a path of wetly heated mouthings up the length of one leg to the crotch of her panties. The cloth was already dampened with desire, heated through with the cravings of a hotly trembling pussy. Her cunt called out for relief, but Jane did not wish to be guided by the urges of her traitorous body. She wanted to retain what last bits of control she had over herself.
The planting of the first of a series of flaming kisses squarely on the seething center of her panty-clad cunt put an end to her final hope of salvation. A fire-storm of lust ripped upward through her limp body, torturing her with an undeniable need to be gratified. She fell back into the support of his rock-like arm, giving herself over to whatever fate she might be in for.
"M-mm-m," she heard herself moaning feebly, unable to keep from enjoying the oral caresses to the crotch of her panties. "M-o-o-o-re," she heard the moan changing into a passionate word of invitation as her lust betrayed her better intentions.
Ralph needed no further words of encouragement. His voracious sexuality took over, as he drew his arm out stealthily from behind her and placed one hand on each of her hips. Then he buried his face in her vee and kissed reverently at the shrine of her cuntal yearnings. Soon his fast-flying fingers were at the waistband of her panties, and then the flimsy shield to the treasure of her womanly prize was drawn over her softly modeled hips. She gave in to him and raised her ass off the sheet, allowing the panties to be drawn down the length of her body.
She stared down after them, watching her full nakedness come into view. Her sparse bush of golden pubic hair rose like a miniature caterpillar, parted to show a hint of the marvelous pussy beneath. Already the lusciously coral-hued lips, slightly puffy with passion and encircled by fine strands of satiny blonde hair peeked out at her. She watched as Ralph gazed from her naked cunt to the firm pillars of her thighs, along the leanly tapering legs to her trim ankles and daintily female feet.
"Oh Ralph," she started to beg, but the searing touch of his wet lips to her up-pointed big toe silenced her with its sincerely reverent contact. He kissed swiftly up the leg he had neglected, brushed teasingly over the bush of her young cunt, then kissed up to the bra-clad breasts. Suddenly, he tore the garment in two where it narrowed between her mammoth mounds of breast flesh, then ripped it off and tossed it away in a frenzy of animal passion.
He seemed possessed by feral lust as he attacked her quivering tits with hotly scurrying fingers and a ravenously hungry mouth. Boilingly hot saliva soon coated the smooth white flesh of her bosom, and she could only lie back, a prostrate victim of whatever the now fanatical cop had in store for her.
She moved her arms outward in a gesture of submission, accidentally brushing the front of his trousers. A red-hot rod of near-molten iron seared a strip of the flesh on the back of one hand, and after freezing for an instant, she moved willfully for it. She gripped the hard rod with her avaricious fingers, feeling the tensile strengh and thrilling to the burning temperature. All will to resist vanished, and she longed for the feel of that giant tool in the passion-scorched tunnel of her love-starved pussy. "Oh Ralph," she moaned. "Take me!" The over-eager man sprung into action. He went to the nightstand, opened a door in the front and whipped out some leather wristcuffs with a pile of brass chain attached. He grabbed one of Jane's wrists and stretched it to the bedpost where he slapped the leather strap about it, secured it with a snap and rigged it quickly to the post. Before the youthful blonde could cry out or protest, he went to her ankle and chained it hurriedly to the post at the foot of the bed. The other ankle was soon similarly secured, as he scurried around the foot of the bed. Moving up the other side, he took her last free limb, wrapped it securely in leather of softly sensuous thickness and then chained it fast to the upper bedpost.
Jane's mouth was agape with surprise, her heart racing with fear. She stared up at Ralph, saw him quickly strip off his shirt, then lower his pants and step out of them. He stood for a time in just his white Jockey briefs, his burgeoning tool a strugglingly active lump in the front. He was surveying his handiwork. Then he took the elastic waistband of his underpants in the fingers of both hands and slowly stripped them over his lean hips. A massive monster of menacing girth sprang into view. A hugely hairy ball sac, full with anxious come, sat tightly drawn beneath the foot, which emerged from the fullest patch of pubic fur she had ever imagined. The shaft was long and upward bowed, thick and criss-crossed with fine blue veins, a necessarily stout lance, big enough to carry the gargantuan head that loomed and bobbed in the subtly lit air of the bedroom. Hypnotically, the bound woman stared at the bulbously ballooned, wide-tlanged cock-head that crowned the biggest cock the quivering girl had ever imagined. It was a rod that surpassed even the monster Early had flaunted before the brunette in the adjacent bedroom.
"Please don't," she shouted to the lust-fevered man who stood iron-like before her. "Please."
She was at his mercy. If she screamed for help, who could come to her aid? Her vulnerability sent cold waves of panic through her body, raising goose-bumps all along her tender flesh. No one would come if she screamed. Brett was as tightly bound as she was, and Ralph's friend was no ally of hers. The predicament made her throat go dry.
Yet, that was not what bothered her the most. In a sickening instant of self-realization, Jane Washington understood that her body longed for the throbbing cock that loomed over her. Her pussy was awash with boiling fluid, and her heart pounded with fiery anticipation. She wanted to be at Ralph's mercy. Heaven help her, but she wanted to be screwed by that mighty fucking piston.
A strange sense of hopelessness descended on the girl. She knew she would never muster the strength of mind to resist this man. An image of her ex-husband popped once again into her consciousness. Somehow she imagined for a brief instant that W. Wallace Washington III was rushing into the room to save her. It was a ridiculous wish. She was all alone in the world now. Even if her former husband could be there, he would probably just enjoy her pain and horror.
And what could he do against two tough cops? What could anyone do? There was certainly nothing the weak girl could hope to achieve against them. She was trapped, hopelessly trapped. Now she would have to submit to the brutality of Ralph Inglestorm.
CHAPTER SIX
Jane looked up as the policeman stood powerfully over her. His body was like that of a Greek god, perfectly proportioned and thickly muscled. He looked like a plaster cast of a statue of Apollo she had once seen in an art museum. Yet, this was no benevolent god. This was a diabolical man, a maniac.
"Please!" she managed to say. "Don't do anything to me. I didn't mean what I said."
"You said 'take me,' " Ralph replied. "You know what you want, but you can't admit it. I'm going to bring all of the desire out in you. I'm going to give you what you want, everything you ever dreamed of."
"No," she pleaded. "N-o-o-o-o."
The monster of a man just laughed. Jane felt she had one more chance. She could appeal to the man as an officer of the law. He was supposed to protect people, not harm them.
"Don't do it," she gasped. "It's rape. If you do it I'll report you. You'll lose your job."
She saw his grin drop, and he looked angry more than scared. She realized she had said a dangerous thing. This man could kill her. He was a cop. He had a gun. He and his evil friend could murder her, put her corpse in her car and drive her out into the desert, never to be seen or heard from again.
"O-h-h-h-h," she groaned. "I didn't mean that." The angry young cop moved stealthily towards the tightly bound blonde, making her squirm desperately in her bonds. She pulled impetuously at the chains, finding them solidly unyielding in their firmness. Then, frustrated in her panic-stricken need to escape, she fell back tearfully and turned her head to stare up at the unavoidably oncoming mountain of manly muscle. The cop stood menacingly over her for some time, his hands on his hips, the blood-pulsing shaft of his hard cock wavering threateningly over her face.
Ralph gazed up and down the length of her limply nubile body, a smile of lusty satisfaction creasing his handsome young face. He stopped as his vision focused on her breasts, youthfully ripe, quivering wantonly with her fearful trembling. Then he began to lower his body towards her, aiming his lust-tightened face at her quivering breasts.
Jane stiffened in terror as the thickly full, spit-moistened lips of the sensuous attacker neared the upthrust nipples of her plump young breasts.
His hungry mouth opened slowly, and his slithering tongue could be seen peeking wetly from the hot cavern. Then his lips made a scintillating contact with her taut nipple, upstanding in the middle of a passion-puffed aureola of pink-tinged flesh.
"Don't," she cautioned weakly, managing to summon just enough strength to speak one word. Her body was tingling in anticipation of the electrically charged contact she knew was about to come.
"You have such beautiful breasts," her lover murmured, his eyes rigidly fixed to the quivering nubbin.
Then his face lowered, and the passion inflated nipple was consumed by Ralph's over-anxious lips. He pressed the lively tit between them, rolling it about, increasing and then decreasing the pressure to apply the most stimulating impulses. The young blonde squirmed hotly on the sweat-soaked sheet as a jolt of electric energy blistered through her feeble body. The touch of his softly wet lips to her little tit filled her body with unwelcomed desires, and she turned her head away from him in a vain attempt to stem the surging tide of her passions.
"O-h-h-h," she heard herself moan, her voice seeming to originate with some strange person at a remotely distant place.
The cop's greedy mouth was all over her tender young tits now, kissing and licking and lapping away. He ran the pointed tip of his ravenous tongue over the passion-erected nipple, around and around the hotly puffed aureola, then all over the fully rounded hemisphere of spongy soft breast flesh. His overeager face pressed hard into the pillowy comfort of the mammary, and his hands joined force to knead and massage the now willing globe of her boob.
All the tension slid out of the supple body of Jane. She gave in, ceased her struggling and let her muscles go limp. She did not want to feel the pleasure that surged through every fiber of her being. Yet, how could she avoid a womanly response to the busy hands and mouth of her determined lover? He was now nipping lightly at the soft flesh of her breast, moving his talented teeth closer to the center of the massively shivering sphere. They were rapidly given nips, light flickings of the teeth that stimulated and aroused the girl involuntarily. Passion fluttered in her bosom despite the efforts of her will.
Ralph nipped his way to her strongly aroused nipple, took the entire little finger of pleasure between his teeth and gently pressed. A thrill of delight shot through the girl's body, warming her cunt and turning it wetter than it had been. She was helpless, at the mercy of the menacing man who bent over her and stimulated her sexually. What could she do, bound and helpless as she was?
Her temperature soared as her nipple responded to the ministrations of the masterly lover. She was rapidly being carried to a state of ecstasy.
"O-h-h-h," she groaned, the warmth from her breast spreading throughout her limpid body. "D-o-o-n't," she pleaded half-heartedly.
"You'll love it, Jane," the sweaty-faced man whispered as he looked up from her lust-swollen breast. "You're a woman, Jane, and you'll love it."
She lifted her head to glance at him briefly, then let it fall back to the pillow once more and list over to the side away from him. If she were to be ravaged, she did not want to see it. If her voluptuous character were to be brought out by this lecherous cop, she did not want to be a part of it. She shut her eyes tightly, tensed her muscles again, vowed to fight off the warm feelings that threatened to envelope her and immerse her in a sea of fiery passion.
She felt the moistly hot lips of the man again, this time bestowing a gentle caress just below her breast. His mouth opened hotly, pressed more forcefully into her flesh and began a trail of kisses aimed downward along her torso. She tried to focus her attention on something distant, something remote from her own body, but she could not. An image of his handsome face formed in her mind's eye, kissing her flesh, wetting the skin along her flat stomach with the saliva of his aroused lust.
Her head tossed angrily from side to side, then jerked upward as her eyes came unglued. She stared down at the man and his progress. Oh no, she thought as she saw the trail his kisses were taking. His frenzied mouth was leading him determinedly downward to her blonde-haired mound, to the seat of her blazing passion. She saw him kiss wetly over the fine-haired line that pointed like an arrow to the thicker nest of golden-hued pubic fur.
Then his mouth was lost in the blonde hairs, and the chill of fear in her young loins turned hot with desire. She watched as his sensuous lips burrowed inward, felt the first wet touch of his tongue-tip on her inner lips.
"Don't!" she screamed, but it was no use. Her plea fell on the deaf ears of a man consumed by fiery passion.
Suddenly he plunged his rampaging tongue inward, the full length and thick breadth of the animal-like thing driving through the protection of her cunt-lips to fill the narrow burrow of her girlish snatch. In and out the tongue plummeted, ravenously raping her tightly constricted cuntal cavity. She tensed for all she was worth, fighting off not only the invading man's tongue, but her own building excitation as well. She did not want to give in to this depraved form of lovemaking and she did not want to yield herself up to the thrill of its deceitful delight.
She balled her fists tightly, pulling against the tug of the brass chain, wriggling her wrists to try to free them from the thick bands of leather. She knew that Ralph was a demon now. How could he rape her cuntal flesh with his tongue like this? It was wrong. Several times her ex-husband had suggested it, and she had always been repelled. How could a human being conceive of anything so depraved and unnatural?
She knew it would serve no purpose to scream for help or implore him to stop. Instead, she just gritted her tightly clenched teeth and prayed that it would soon be over with, begged herself not to feel what was happening, not to be overwhelmed with heatedly sensuous feelings.
Ralph was lapping madly at the interior walls of her sopping pussy, gorging her steaming cunt with the flaccid fullness of his tongue. He was slurping loudly, lapping up her juices and swallowing them greedily. His finger-like tongue searched out and located her lust-stiffened clitoris, then began flicking frantically at the tingling organ of female pleasure.
"E-e-e-e-e!" she heard herself shriek, as the hotly throbbing little clit betrayed her with its mad need to be caressed. High voltage charges of emotional electricity transmitted from the titillated clit raced up the nerve wires of her body and electrified every muscle. Unwillingly she felt the surges of heat as womanly pleasure, and she redoubled her efforts to ward off the feelings. She tightened her fists, narrowed her tightly resisting cuntal tunnel. Ralph went on unimpeded, his mania propelling him to lave her cunt violently despite the constrictions of her muscles.
After a long time during which the young girl held her breath with supreme effort, the temporarily satisfied lover lifted his moist face from her muff. She seized the opportunity to clamp her cunt shut with renewed determination. She would not yield willingly. She would not go along with him.
"You're some woman," he said appreciatively, after he had time enough to regain his own breath. "You have it in you to give a man great pleasure, and yourself too," he added as the hot muskiness of her cunt wafted up to her nostrils.
"You beast!" she spat at him. "You're supposed to uphold the law!"
He laughed, pinched her on the thigh, then returned his face to the furry center of her womanly passion. Painstakingly he spread the thickly blood-gorged outer lips, then the petal-like pink inner ones. Jane resisted, but the overpowering officer forced his probing tongue deeply within her defensively clenched pussy. The golden fringed cuntal lips stood gaping open for her to see, as she stared forlornly down the length of her sex ravaged body.
Gluttonously the beastly man probed away in her tongue-filled cunt, searching for some magical spot that would release all her latent desire. She was lying back again, too stunned to react with tears. She surrendered unwillingly to his advances now, admitting physical defeat. She could do nothing to stop his depraved probing of her roughly violated pussy, but she did not have to be an emotional part of it. She could lie back, hoping he would be done with her quickly.
Ralph was too skillful a lover for that. He was patiently exploring the inner pit of her warmly slick pussy. He worked meticulously in search of that certain spot, that special application of some ideal technique that would send her spiraling into ecstasy. She knew that he was seeking a way to turn her on completely, to make her join in with him in a climb towards ultimate physical pleasure.
She tried to ignore what was happening down there. The careful investigations of the tip of his hotly hardened tongue was a never-ending reminder that she could at any moment be drawn into the despicable pleasure of unnatural passion. Try as she might, she could not put that tongue out of her mind. It impinged on every thought she tried to place in its way as an obstacle. She could not roadblock her own sensuality. Again and again, the focus of her attention was drawn to the interior of her own cunt, where the educated tongue of the brilliant lover was finding areas of sensitivity she had not known to exist.
Mercilessly the tantalizing tongue burrowed into her deep cavern. Ruthlessly it forced its way into every cranny of her now-dilated passion pit. The hotly flowing little cunt was alive with sensation, freshly felt sensations that produced a euphoria in her foggy brain. Never before had she felt anything like it. At no time in the long year of her married life had she been elevated to so high a plane of ecstatic delight.
Suddenly, the pointed tongue-tip hit a well concealed spot deep within the swelteringly love-starved channel of her widespread cunt. It was a spot that Wally had sometimes accidentally hit with the blunt head of his rampaging prick when he fucked her selfishly. It had occasionally driven her upward to a sudden peak of passion, one that had been allowed to dissipate in the subsequent random thrustings of his thoughtless love-making.
Ralph seemed to sense the magic that he had located, and he used it wickedly, tickling the tiny spot again and again with the snake-like tip of his rapacious tongue. Jane felt her traitorous loins lurch up to meet his down-pressing face, so anxious was she to receive more powerful ministrations to that special spot. She was amazed and shocked at her own sudden shift in behavior, as her whole body arched upward to join her animalistic lover in the satisfaction of their primal lust.
She was lifting her loins in rhythm now, vibrating like a human piston to help thrust his tongue more deeply into her sweltering cavern. She yanked and jerked vehemently on the restraining chains as her whole lithe body leaped off the sopping sheet. Her pleasure mound was arched to a new height as she threw it upward into Ralph's grinding face.
He responded, seizing her hips forcefully with his powerful hands and using the full weight of his athletic body to drive his hard tongue downward into the pulsating pit of her passion-drenched pussy. He pistoned his burgeoning tongue in and out of her hotly flowing little cunt, pressing the fully blossomed cuntal lips to exciting flatness. In and out of her cunt he drove his powerful tongue, squeezing her buttocks with his hands now, as he slid them under her to support her rapidly jumping body.
"O-h-h-h-h!" she groaned in frenzied pleasure, as delirium swept frenziedly over her. A galactic upheaval took place that shook her whole frame, spinning her mind upward in meteoric explosions of passion. Her voluptuously shivering white thighs pressed together around his handsomely chiseled head and her rapturous body bucked and heaved as spasm after spasm of orgasmic pleasure rolled over her. "I'm coming!" she heard herself shout involuntarily, as her lithe body leaped to accept the vibrant licking of the lust-crazed tongue.
They were bucking and shaking in concert now, the powerful cop up on his knees, the passionate woman's lithe body arched as high as the restraining chains would permit. He was supporting her under her ass, clutching each firmly molded buttock in a ravenously greedy hand. He pushed her whole lower body up to meet his face, shoving his sweaty face downward to force his tongue as far into her sweltering pleasure slot as it could possibly go.
Jane was lurching her lust-activated loins upward to fill them with his meaty tongue. She wanted his appendage deep within the warmly slippery depths of her belly. Her fevered cunt drew his tongue inward, heaving madly and flexing rhythmically to enhance the pleasure for both of them. Her whole traitorous body had given in to passion and was moving with every fiber to engulf the frenzied face that forced inward to the gratefully accepting walls of her pussy.
"O-h-h-h!" she moaned sensuously. Her mouth was hanging open, her loose tongue flopping wetly outward as her breath expelled in a hoarse groan. "U-h-h-h-h!" she rasped uncontrollably, her tumultuous emotions overwhelming her rapidly diminishing desire to withstand the torrents of pleasure that washed over her.
Again and again and again the skillfully deft tongue of her talented lover hit the tender spot that sent shivers of ecstatic fire flashing throughout her body. He attacked relentlessly, hefting her marvelously rounded hips and kneading the curvaceously carved butt-cheeks as he licked ruthlessly in the helpless girl's sweet young honeypot. She worked her sensuously responding loins into his hot face, rotating her supple young hips to grind ever more thrilling spasm of pleasure from her traitorous body.
Her whole frame vibrated with the power of the orgasm that shook her being. Her mind blasted off into an outer space filled with many-colored stars and vibrantly hued comets, streaking this way and that, dancing and exploding and showering colored sparks. She had not known anything like it in her life before. This was a higher plane than any to which she had previously climbed. This was far greater than any pleasure W. Wallace Washington III had given her. This was much more thrilling than the pleasure she gave herself in the motel stall shower. This was the supreme delight of the young woman's existence, and she knew that she could never keep herself from it again.
"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned as jolt after jolt of electric current hit her body. She sighed passionately as one hot surge after another of pleasurable electricity hit her from the direction of her traitorous cunt. Again and again that uncontrollable organ shot showers of heated sparks that coursed through her lust-maddened body. Incredibly beautiful sensations poured out from the fiery font of her passion scorched little pussy.
Only very gradually did the sensations begin to die down, as Ralph lowered her desperately wriggling loins to the sweat-soaked sheet. He drew out his hands from beneath her deliciously proportioned behind and began to caress her inner thighs. She pressed them automatically together, gently clamping on his face, cuddling him in the ivory warmths of her flanks. He stayed like that, finishing her with the last flicking touches of his tongue, relishing the sensuous pressure of her thighs.
She lay back exhausted, still enjoying the vibrant afterglow that pervaded her languorous body. She lay there breathing heavily, feeling the soothing sensations that rippled upward from her slowly relaxing cunt. "M-mm-m," she moaned lazily, enjoying the warm after-feelings of love.
She had given up all pretense of resistance and was wallowing in the musk-scented heat of her mesmerized state. She lay like that for some time, only vaguely aware that the obscenely flicking tongue was no longer at work in the hotly wet depths of her pussy. She felt totally fulfilled, cruelly ravaged but finally gratified. Every fiber and nerve ending in her body was limp and played out. She was sweat-soaked and enfeebled, a carcass of sultry happiness.
What had happened to her? Jane lay there trying to fathom it, then understanding and trying to push it out of her mind. She had enjoyed the vicious rape by the sadistic cop's mouth. She had thrilled to every liquid movement of his rapacious tongue. She understood now that there was something perverted and dangerous in herself, something perhaps more dangerous to her sanity than the powerful police officer who held her captive.
What debasement would he subject her to next, and how would she react to it. She held back the tears as the possibilities filtered through her mind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It had been a harrowing experience for the girl, and when she heard the softly padded footsteps of the man named Ralph Inglestorm leaving the room, it was with the greatest relief. She would have some respite now, and maybe when he came back all he would do would be to release her. She hardly dared to think it, so hopeful was she that she had undergone the worst of her torture.
She lay back in total relaxation, letting her lithely supple young body recuperate from the first onslaught. She dared not open her eyes, for fear that the man might still be standing over her. Maybe the sound of his footfalls leaving the room had been just wishful thinking. Why had she surrendered to him so easily? True, he was a strong young cop and could easily have overpowered her, but why didn't she make some effort anyway?
Then she heard his footsteps once more, re-entering the room, and the next thing she knew she was hearing the sound of chains.
Opening her languorous eyes, she saw Ralph unwinding the brass links from her right ankle. When that was done he quickly freed her left, his hands working expertly and swiftly. He strode to the head of the large bed and undid the catches on the thick leather cuff that imprisoned her wrist, then walked all around the bed and freed her remaining hand. She drew her aching arms downward and rubbed the wrists briskly to restore the circulation.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked.
She didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer. As her senses returned to her, she began to feel resentment towards him for what he had done. He had thrilled her all right, but he had taken her unwillingly, and that was unforgiveable to her. She had believed he was a gentleman, and he had schemingly deceived her.
"You sure as hell came like crazy," he said with awe in his voice. He reached a hand out to her and she pulled it away. He laughed, then patted her on a naked shoulder. "Yes, you sure came something fierce. I don't believe I've ever seen anything quite like it."
She felt suddenly overwhelmed by shame. She had behaved like an animal. All human restraint had left her, and she had given into animal instincts. Worse than that, she had enjoyed a degenerate activity that no animal could even have conceived of. She had given in, not only to the strong-willed man, but to her own sick inner yearnings. It was perverse, unnatural, but she had enjoyed it, and it was this fact that made her hate herself.
She went on rubbing her wrists, feeling the blood return painfully. He saw what she was doing and let the heavy chains fall to the nightstand with a clank. He was still naked.
"I just might use these again," he said with a lurid grin. "Bondage turns you on, Jane. Just like it turns Brett on. The two of you are really into it."
She didn't know what he was talking about and couldn't be sure he wasn't joking. He had that sly grin on his face, that boyish grin that previously she had liked so much.
"I'm not into anything you're into," she said petulantly, drawing her hands guardingly over breasts and cunt. "You're a beast, Ralph."
He laughed as he sat on the bed beside her, giving her thigh a loud slap. His monstrous cock was temporarily flaccid, hanging long and dangling. His attitude was one of levity, as if what had just taken place was the most ordinary event possible. To him it was just another evening's entertainment. Jane could see that. She was suddenly angry at him. He must have planned it from the start. He must have done scenes like this with other innocent girls he stopped in his patrol car. He had fooled her into thinking he was a gentleman.
"I ... I don't know what to say to you," she began. "What you did was cruel."
"Was it?" he replied sincerely. "You enjoyed yourself, didn't you? You needed to open up, Jane. Since you left that guy, what was his name, Wallace? Since you left him, Jane, you've been in a shell. He was a bad influence on you. He didn't draw out your sexuality." Jane had made the mistake of talking about her divorce with Ralph at the Desert Club.
"And you're a good influence?" she asked sarcastically. "By ... by throwing me on a bed, putting me in chains and ... and doing that to me?"
He leaned over and placed a soothing hand on her upper arm, then began to caress her fine flesh. She started to draw away, but something gentle in him restrained her. He placed the other hand on her far shoulder and began to rub both her arms pleasantly. He was smiling again, seeming to have returned to his gentle self.
"I want you to be happy," he said to her. "I've met a lot of girls like you. You're a seething volcano under the surface, yet you keep yourself in check. There's no reason for it. You have a lot of years of life ahead of you, and they ought to be good years."
He bent forward so that his face was close enough to hers for her to feel the hot moistness of his breath on her lips. She found herself involuntarily pursing them, reaching outward for the magical contact. He reciprocated and their softly full lips met. His mouth parted and slid hotly over hers, while her tongue snaked ravenously outward to explore the inner depths of his mouth.
There was something she genuinely liked about this man. Perhaps it was his Strength, so very like Wally's when she first met her ex-husband. Or maybe it seemed that despite the way he had just ravished and humiliated her, there was something fine beneath it all, something valuable that her former husband lacked. One thing about Ralph, he knew how to please a woman. He didn't take her selfishly. Even now, he had not had an orgasm, and the pressure to release his come-filled balls must be terrific.
Instead of seizing her, he approached her slowly and sensuously, wetting her hungry mouth with his saliva and warming her for more action. She knew that he was again building towards sex, and a vision of his thick cock ravaging her tender young cunt filled her mind. Already her traitorous body was responding, her succulent cunt growing liquid with her imagined fantasy.
The thought of being fucked by this crazy cop frightened her, but she wasn't repelled. Perhaps what he had done before had softened her to the normal way of sex. Jane had never let Wally Washington suck her cunt, even when they'd been married for over six months. Now it had happened, and she felt somehow base and worthless. She was nothing now but a common whore anyway, the way she had writhed and moaned and begged for more when his thirstily gulping mouth had drained her moistly spewing cuntal cavity. She was as animalistic, as depraved, as totally debased as he was, and what would it add if he shoved his mighty stalk into her no-longer-resisting little pussy?
She fell back limply as his mouth continued to pressure her own, filling it with boilingly hot liquid fire, arousing a passion within her that was echoed in her tits, her loins and her achingly warm cunt. She was climbing towards sensuality once more, gradually moving upwards towards sexual bliss.
His tongue moved into her mouth, and it was then that a pungent new flavor sent a sudden shock wave of erotic delight rippling through her body. What was that delicious flavor? Then it occurred to her. She was tasting the liquid sexuality of her own moistly seeping cunt. Ralph had lapped up her juices, and the taste was still on her tongue. Now, for the first time in her life she tasted sex itself.
The flavor flamed in her mouth, rolled waves of glowing warmth through her chest and out to her hardening nipples. It was a raw primal taste, an animalistic flavor as pungent as any sauce a chef could prepare and gamier by far than any food she had ever savored. The knowledge that the taste of her own sexuality thrilled her came home to her with a paralyzing effect. What manner of woman was she? She asked herself that in the deepest reaches of her mind.
Meanwhile, the erotic shock wave of lava heat had flowed down to her pussy, her voraciously lust-seeking pit of primitive passion. She could feel the same hot juices collecting down there that caught on the end of her tongue and aroused her latent sexual senses. She was awestruck by the whole new world of sensuality into which she had suddenly been dropped.
Who was she? What was she? Was she some kind of deranged animal that thinks only of its own physical pleasure? She could not know. She was only vaguely aware as the hot lips of her newfound lover left hers and a cool breeze wafted across her moistened mouth. Gradually her eyes came open, and she saw the naked form of Ralph Inglestorm.
He was climbing onto the bed, climbing over her. But he was not assuming the usual position of a lover. He had placed one foot on each side of her chest and was squatting over her bosom. His massively huge cock was trembling as it rose, and the musky smell of maleness filled her senses. On her lips, there was still the taste of her own pungent sexuality, and now the velvety smooth knob of Ralph's implacably determined prick inched stealthily towards her quivering lips.
Could this be happening to her? Was the hard cock-head of this brutal man actually inches from her tender lips? She froze in horror. She had heard about this too, and it had even been suggested one time by Wally. She knew that some people did it like this, enjoyed sex in this weirdly perverted way. Nothing was beyond the imagination of this cruel cop. He had used his mouth on her genitals, so why would he refrain from sinking to the perverted depths of forcing her to use her lips on his cock?
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You're going to like this, she heard Ralph say.
"No-o-o-o-o!" she heard herself scream, and she understood it both as a protest and a denial. She didn't want him to invade her mouth with the rigidly monstrous stalk of his hard cock, and she didn't want to believe that cocksucking was a thing she could ever enjoy.
"Women always dig it," Ralph leered. "They're afraid of doing it at first-they think it's not nice-but once they've done it, they come back again and again. Don't be afraid of choking on my come. If I shoot off down your throat, just swallow it like whipped cream. You'll be like a happy kitten, lapping up all my nice sweet cream."
"No-o-o-o-o," she heard herself bellow.
This was a deviation she could not accept. It was beyond belief. Was this actually happening to her, to Jane Washington, or was this some incredible nightmare? Maybe she would wake up in a few seconds, wake up in bed at her mother's house in that distant city that had been her goal when she set out in the car, so full of hope for a new life away from Wally.
She closed her eyes and shook her head in an attempt to wake herself up, but when she opened her eyes all she could see was the blunt-faced head of the policeman's thickly lustful cock. It was a fantastic sight at that angle, as close as she was to it. She had never seen a cock that close, never having permitted her husband to do anything like this. The young blonde stared up in fascinated horror at the spongy head of the approaching cock. Her mouth went dry at the sight, but she could not move. It was as if the gentle wavering of the long stalk had a mesmerizing effect. Like the approach of a ravenous rattler, the snake-like thing slithered ever closer to her quivering lips.
She stared at the tiny slit in the bluntly turgid head, a beckoning miniature mouth on the bland face of the silkily smooth knob of masculine love-flesh. Her face had never been anywhere near this close to her ex-husband's prick, and the sight paralyzed her. Nearer and nearer the blood-engorged head of the steel-hard pecker edged toward her fear-frozen face.
Then she saw a tiny pearlescent drop of pre-come fluid ooze suddenly from that mouth-like aperture in the center of the great glans. A tingle of excitement went through her at the sight. It was a nearly transparent droplet, a single jewel of sexual liquid, suspended like a pearl-drop earring, catching the subtle light of the lamp. For some oddly haunting reason, Jane felt an urge to slide her tongue between her wetly soft lips and reach out for that fluid droplet. Her lips were already parted, as if by some mysterious inner force, and only the trepidation that froze her tongue prevented it from darting out for the tiny ornament.
How could she desire such a perverted thing? How could she ever think of such a thing? She was not herself. The heatedly sultry atmosphere of the dim-lit bedroom had changed her, and the presence of this stormily passionate man had made a temporary alteration in her feelings. Warmth spread through her marble flanks, and her breathing grew heavier and more rapid. Her heart fluttered as the heady perfume from Ralph's pubic glands grew stronger in her nostrils, and still the mammoth mushroom of his cock-head came closer.
Then it stopped.
There it stood, a rock-like presence, suspended in mid-air, carved to the most sensuous dimensions. It glistened a deep-hued purple in the low light, and then the single bead of pre-come fluid began to run down its face. In an automatic and uncontrollable gesture, Jane stabbed out her tongue and speared the bitter liquid.
It turned the tip of her tongue to fire, filling her mouth with a pungency that echoed the taste she had just gotten of her own sexual fluid. At that moment she knew she wanted more. She understood that she wanted the whole thick knob of that gargantuan cock in her tender little mouth. She knew that she wanted the stoutly lengthy stalk to follow, that she desired to have her whole hot mouth and greedily deep throat rampaged and violated by Ralph's lust-stiffened cock.
With a sob of abject surrender to her own inner urges, Jane shot her whole head off the wet pillow and jerked out her sharp-pointed tongue. The rasping appendage licked avariciously at the peehole of the great head, then darted all around in circles of growing size, till she had lapped away at the whole blunt face of the silk-skinned cock-head.
Slowly, realization of what she was doing, of what she had unwittingly become, bore in on the lovely blonde. A weird mixture of remorse and frenzied passion filled her with a raging need to spring into action. What difference would it make what she did now? She had sunk to the lowest level of human depravity. She was worse than a common street slut. She did these things not for needed money, but out of sheer dreadful lust.
She was filled with a sense of her own worthlessness, with a self-loathing she would not have been able to describe. She gave in to her deeply felt urges, ovaled her softly moist lips and arched her stiffening neck to take a greater portion of the pulsating shaft in her mouth. The high-crowned mushroom of his swollen cock-knob filled her warmly wet mouth, and she gulped as much of his turgid weapon as she possibly could.
Ralph could not have been insensitive to the change in her attitude. His hands came up and fondled her lovely young head, holding it dearly between two hugely warming palms. He shifted his broad loins forward, then lunged with a spasmic lurch that slammed the full length of his massively thick cock deep into the welcoming depths of her heated throat. The velvety head of his cock rammed the fragile tissues of the back of her throat, thrilling her with the impact. Then she felt the masterful lover partially withdraw his hotly wet stalk, only to return it to its sensual repository with a fluidly slick movement.
He began riding her mouth rhythmically with his thickly turgid dick. In and out he pumped, powerfully reaming her willing mouth, rampaging ardently with his iron-hard rod. The excitingly filling sensations sent shock waves of bliss throughout the young blonde's heaving body. Her heart was battering the inner confines of her chest, and rivers of hot sweat poured down her slender sides.
Never before had she known anything like this.
Her lover was poised on his knees above her face, ramming his thickly-pistoning lust-stiffened pecker in and out of her little mouth. The sensations filled her face and exploded in her brain, and she thought to grasp the sliding prick with her tongue and lips. Ralph must have felt her movements and gotten the message, because he gradually slowed the pace of his potent stroking till he ground to a halt.
Then Jane went to work on his pecker. She sucked on the pulsating rod voraciously, trying to extract every drop of fluid it held. Ravenously she drew inward as pre-come fluid, mixed with salty saliva ran down her throat, thrilling her with its pungency. She drew her face off the impaling pole, leaving only the bulbous cock-head in her mouth, and then she used her tongue to lick all around the thick-rimmed knob. It was like the knob of a door handle that filled her gaping mouth, swollen with blood and fiery passion.
She lapped away at it, greedily tasting the various flavors that came off the head. She loved the sensuous feeling different parts of the head gave to her tongue, the smoothness of the tightly stretched skin, the roughness of the high top ridge, the indentation of the tiny pisshole. All over the mushroom gland she licked, getting to know each little portion as intimately as any part of her own body.
Then she shot her whole head forward and buried the immensity of the cock in her throat, forcing her softly moist lips into the wiry bush of black pubic hair that crowned the root of the salaciously skewering probe. The cock was brick-hard in her mouth, warm and pulsating, the most fillingly gratifying experience she had ever known.
As she worked her head back and forth, the thick cock moving in and out of her suctioning mouth, the realization that she was enjoying this perverted act came to her. In the back of her mind, while she went on cock-sucking like an experienced old whore, she was horrified at herself. Was this the same girl who had awakened in her bed this morning? Could she really be doing this, sucking madly on the lust-thickened prick of this strange beast of a man?
She had to admit to herself that she loved what she was doing. She wished she could take more of his giant cock in her mouth and down her throat. She reached up and seized his cum-filled ball bag. The heaviness of it thrilled her, and as she pressed it gently with her fingers she marveled at the hugeness of the hard ovals within. She wished her mouth were large enough to take in his whole scrotum, both his massive balls along with his thickly pistoning cock.
She ran the sensitive tips of her fingers over the ripplingly wrinkled skin of the come-bloated bag of nuts. The thick ridges titillated the flesh of her fingers, and she ran them over and over the sac. Then she let her fingers roam upward, squirming hotly amidst the wiry hairs of pubic fur. She seemed to stir some hot-scented reaction in the skin beneath that black hair, for a rich odor of manly musk wafted up to her nose, sending chills of delight throughout her body.
The powerful cop went on reaming the slender girl's face, and as he did so his ball bag seemed to relax with the easy steadiness of his regular stroke. This made the balls sway with his gentle motion, the fully come-filled scrotum banging against her chin as he pressed forward. Jane relished this additionally arousing sensation, and she listened for the soft slap of his cream-stuffed ball bag on her protruding chin.
Ralph's hoarse breathing was another tone in the symphony of erotic sounds that filled her ears. She could hear the sloughing of her cock-flesh against the walls of her wide-stretched mouth, the rhythmic creaking of the bed and the whisper of her own breath, exhaled from her nose and rebounded off the hair-covered pubic triangle of the big man above her.
All these sounds hypnotized her, and for a time she felt she was one being with Ralph. They were intimately united, welded into a single pleasure machine, her part fitting his ideally, big enough to take the girth of his rod, tight enough to give them both the excruciatingly delightful friction they wanted.
For a time she thought the man would never come, would never release the great quantity of milky hot lava that filled his heavy ball bag to bursting. Then she could revel in what he was doing forever. She would spend the rest of her days sucking his magnificent cock.
Then she heard his breathing quicken. It was as if some urgent message had shot up from his balls to his brain. His grip tightened on her face, and the pace of his pounding grew rapid. He was pistoning her madly now, ramming his pole fiercely in and out of her gaping cavity. She knew what that meant. From her experience with Wally she knew that he was going to shoot his wad, and that a creamy avalanche of bitterly sticky come would cascade into her mouth.
Could she take it? Would she be able to swallow the flood of pungently bitter milk that was bound to flow from those over-inflated balls?
Could she stand the taste, the vile bitterness? Would she be able to hold it down if he insisted she swallow his semen?
Jane did not have long to find out. Suddenly the first pulse of orgasm rippled his mighty stalk as it rammed into the roof of her mouth with an uncontrollable lurch. Out of the peehole shot the first fiery drops, splashing hotly on the battered roof of her girlish mouth, dripping down her throat in slimy heat. Then came another spurt, jetting out of the vibrating piston of a human flesh pole. Again the spurt hit the roof of the blonde's young mouth, filling it and making her gasp.
She began to choke, reacting against the idea of swallowing a man's come, but as the third squirt of hot semen filled her mouth, she got a taste of the bitter stuff. Somehow, aroused as she was, the burning cream was like sweet syrup, something to be greatly desired. She gulped, feeling the accumulated come slide down her throat, and then she gulped again as spurt after spurt of long-held male fluid coursed out of the rampaging cock and smashed the back of her constricted throat.
She swallowed repeatedly, working her throat muscles as fast as she could. She relished what she was taking, loved what she was drinking down. For the first time in her life she tasted come, and she loved it! She wanted to swallow every previous drop. The mighty cock spasmed again and again, as Ralph gripped her head and plunged away at it. Again and Again Jane's mouth was filled with steaming liquid, and repeatedly she gulped it down.
At last the spasming of the pumping rod died down, and the girl gulped down the last of the liquid. As the cock drew slowly from her mouth, a single drop was suctioned out, and she felt it trace a steaming trail from the corner of her mouth, over her softly puffed lip and down her chin. She was dribbling sticky come, a single drop forming a gooey rivulet down to her slender neck.
It made her feel totally ravaged, completely used by the tower of manly strength that stood rock-like over her. What strange urge now propelled her tongue? She felt it snake out of her mouth in search of the few dribbles of hot come that had eluded her. She dipped into the sticky stuff in the corner of her mouth and lapped it up. Retrieving most of it, she drew it into her mouth, rolled it about on her tongue and then let it melt away to her throat.
She couldn't understand what had come over her. She had been turned into some kind of depraved animal.
CHAPTER NINE
Jane Washington had sucked cock!
That one thought burned its way into her seething brain. She had welcomed the rampagingly determined cock-head of the brutal police officer into her virgin mouth, and she had enjoyed every second of it. She had licked up his come, even when it had not been necessary. She had swallowed it as if it were Karo syrup.
She lay there in a sweet stupor, half-horrified, half relishing the depravity of it all. She was a prisoner, and she had no choice. Whatever had been done to her had been forced upon her. That was the beauty of bondage. She understood that now. She had been deprived of freedom, but in the process she had been deprived of the need to exercise her restraint.
There she lay, wondering what Ralph was going to do to her next. Hadn't he done about everything? What weirdly perverted degradation could possibly be left for her now?
Ralph let his gradually softening cock rest in her mouth for a long time, and Jane doted on the feel of it. She would occasionally clamp down on it to test its remaining hardness, or explore around the softening head to get a last feel of the thick upper ridge or the gentle indentation of his hole. She moved her tongue, savoring the presence of the heavy thing in her mouth.
Then her lover withdrew his limp dick. As he pulled it slowly out, she clung greedily to its thickness, wishing the rod could stay forever in her body. Out the cock slid, finally popping free of her lovely lips with a liquid pop that made her want to laugh. It was a sound she had often made as a little girl when she would suck hard on a Sugar Daddy and then draw it quickly out of her mouth.
Her head fell onto the pillow as Ralph set her gently down. She stared up at the huge cock, watching it bow gracefully downward, still half-hard from the excitement. It was glistening with her own spittle, a fact that made her somehow proud. In the back of her mind she reflected on her feelings with wonder. How could she feel this way? What kind of girl had she become, to wallow in the depraved pleasure of sucking a man's burgeoning cock and come-bloated balls to limpness and empty deflation?
Ralph joined her on the bed, propping up the pillow so they could both rest on it. He put a powerfully thick arm around her, and her head came to rest against the warmth of his cheek. They lay like that for some time, regaining their depleted strength. After a while, the sensuous cop's errant hand began to roam over the nubile body of the youthful blonde, seeking out sensitive spots to caress.
He ran his palm over the flat of her stomach, then upward to her breasts. He hefted each full and womanly sphere, feeling its weight, marveling at the silken smooth touch and deliciously proportioned shape. Jane looked down as the searching hand covered the whole surface of one breast, rotating and soothing it lovingly.
Then a busy finger began to trace the round pattern of the pleasure-puffed aureola, moving around and around the soft nubbin of pink nipple flesh. Jane was too played out to feel passion, but she enjoyed the soothingly suave message that swelled upward from the tit. The gentle fingertip advanced to the nipple itself, flexing it, bending it, then working it nicely around and around.
She giggled at the sight of the active finger, massaging and caressing her softened little tit. Such tender ministrations would have sprung her nipple to aroused attention had she not been so exhausted from their vigorous love-play. Even so, she adored the touch of the kindly finger on her sensitive breast, and she felt herself growing more and more relaxed. She let her eyelids sink, dropping back into a warmly welcoming darkness. The other hand of her new lover had come up to caress her breasts too, and in concert they moved in a scintillating pattern that covered every inch of her bosom flesh.
The young girl floated in the soothingly warm sensations of Ralph's skillful lovemaking. She could sense him beside her, lying back as fully relaxed as she, enjoying the sweet aftermath of their violent sexual activities. She drifted, not even trying to collect the welter of thoughts that previously had been so confused in her mind. What difference did it all make now? She had sunk into ultimate depravity, and she was so deep into her own strangely perverse nature, that there was no hope of ever getting out, therefore no point in worrying about it or trying to reason it out.
The ministrations to her full, round boobs continued, blending into her general feeling of well being and comfort. She lost track of his hands, floating in a near-sleep of total relaxation, a mist of pleasure spreading throughout her whole body. Once or twice she had felt this way before with Wally, but it had only been by chance. He had never made an effort to fully satisfy her, to fully slake her passion. This man had brought the blazing desires that lay dormant within her erupting to the surface, and now they had exploded outward to leave her limp and strangely at peace with herself.
She heard the soothingly suave voice of the powerful man beside her. "Feeling better now?" he asked, as he went on caressing her breasts.
"Uh-huh," she answered automatically, sorry afterwards that she had given him that satisfaction.
"I knew you would be," he replied in soothingly low tones. "You have it in you to be a very sensual woman," he added. "Your body really comes alive. You respond better than any woman I've ever known, and you know how to please a man too."
She felt her lip quivering, but found herself unable to speak. What were the strange sensations she was feeling? What were these new womanly feelings she could not express? Was she in love with this man who had taken her so forcefully, or had the deeply repressed urges of her body that he had unleashed shocked her into a new awareness of herself she could not handle?
Her mind turned to thoughts of her ex-husband. Perhaps if he had drawn out her sexuality within the confines of marriage, gradually and lovingly, she would have been able to handle the shocking knowledge. But here, lying in the arms of a stranger, in the moisture-laden bed to which she had been harshly chained no more than ten minutes ago....She was unable to gather her thoughts, unable to communicate her feelings to Ralph.
"Have you ever had sex like this before?" he probed in a kindly tone of voice.
"N ... not exactly," she had to admit with a spreading grin. She opened her eyes, reached over to his upper arm and gave him a pinch. "Is this how you always make love, chaining a girl to the bed?"
Ralph laughed and gave her a squeeze in return. "Bondage is a great way to go, especially with a girl who has inhibitions. Freaks have been into bondage for years. It's just coming out of the fetish underground. The key to it is the helpless feeling it gives a girl. When you are at the mercy of a man you give up that sense of responsibility for your actions and feelings you always have hanging over your head. It's a holdover from the excessively moralistic teachings of youth."
"What do you mean excessively? You need some moral teachings yourself, Ralph, taking advantage of me the way you did."
"I helped you," he came back. "You needed some freedom from some old inhibitions. You have to admit that you had a hell of a good time with me."
She couldn't refute that. Her body was slowly coming alive from the continued stroking of her uptilted breasts. His deft fingers concentrated on the sensitive little nubs of her titties. A leaden sultriness had come over her, rivetting her to the hotly moist bedsheet. Had she wanted to get up and leave Ralph right now, and had he been willing to let her go, she could not have moved her paralyzed limbs. What was holding her back? Whatever it was, it must have been a secret force within her, because the chains were now gone. Perhaps Ralph was right in what he had said. The experience had unleased strange powers of dark sexuality that had lain latent within Jane's bodily cravings.
His hands now began to explore downward, traveling over the smooth undulations of her womanly body, riding the gently rising curves of her femininity. His warming palm had reached the blonde-haired mound of her sex, and he was caressing the soft hill of flesh.
She closed her eyes once more, wishing to shut out her troubled thoughts more than to eliminate the lamp-glare of yellow light. Her head lolled to the side, made contact again with the cheek of the hard-muscled man lying beside her. She could feel the gentle explorations of his talented hand, the fingers seeking out the blonde-fringed thickness of her outer lips, the crack-like partition between them.
"M-mm-m," she sighed, as delightful sensations coursed upward through her body from the seat of her pleasures below.
The sensitive tips of his investigating fingers parted the flabby cuntal lips and sought out the waiting pleasures inside. She didn't stir as his thickly boned digit made an abrupt entrance into the vestibule of her cuntal crevice. Instead she just moaned softly in the heavy darkness in which she helplessly lay.
She reveled in the sensations that poured upward from her hotly waiting pussy. His finger was running rampantly up and down the edges of her delicate inner lips, then pausing at the sensitive rosebud of her clitty, pressing it, caressing it, molding it excitingly. Hot sheets of sheer passion spread upward through her limplying body, and her nipples sprang fully to erection from the impetus.
Again she moaned, opening her eyes to look down the length of her reddening body. She saw the lust-stiffening titties, watched the bone-hard finger penetrating between the soft-haired flaps of her cuntal opening. In and out the finger frigged, wetly glistening now from the hot juices rapidly collecting. An animalistic odor of raw lust wafted up to her from her own hotly flowing little pussy, and the primal bouquet turned her on still more.
Her own hand came to life, and it snaked across her body in search of the limp pecker of the man who was invading her young snatch. The youthful blonde found the long and softlying piece of flesh, took it in her hand and fondled it lovingly. .
"What a marvelous organ you have, Ralph," she admitted to him in an awe-inspired voice.
"It feels so good when you touch it," he said. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Y ... yes," she had to admit.
She stroked his full-fleshed cock, hoping to see it spring back into hardness. The thrill of seeing his hard-on, blunt-headed and blood-thickened, waving tantalizingly before her face had fired her passion, and she wanted to see it again. Maybe she would feel the stiff thickness filling her cunt, though this she doubted. Wally had never been able to get it up more than once at a time, and he usually fell selfishly to sleep as soon as he had come in her cunt and pulled his softening cock out.
She felt a tremor in the heavy piece of meat that lay in her hand. A brief pulsation of blood surging into the lifeless organ. She caressed the soft underside of the velvety cock-head, running the finger up and around the high ridge that thickly crowned it. This seemed to work magic, for the whole long pecker stirred. She felt it coming gradually to life in her softly warm palm, and the feeling was so thrilling it made her forget the flaming sensations that poured upward from her freshly stirred cunt.
A voluptuous feeling stole over her, arousing the sleeping sexuality within her. She felt her palm tingle as the lengthening and thickening rod grew and stretched itself over it. She worked more feverishly on the softly sensitive mushroom knob of the cock-head, feeling it harden with filling blood, swell to greater dimension, and rise thrillingly on the end of a fast-hardening shaft. "O-h-h-h," she groaned.
"I love it," he said. "It feels so good. Your hands are so nice on my dick."
Jane continued to massage the cock-head as the whole dick rose dramatically upward. Her own genitals were being hotly aroused by the worming fingers within, and waves of pleasure were washing up over her. They grew to a passionate tidal wave, as the eager index finger of the skillful lover pressed hard on the love-button of her cuntal desires. She massaged his cock-head and he did the same for her nubbin of clitoral flesh.
Together they aroused one another to further desires. Jane had come fully to life once more, and as she looked down at his thickening pole, his granite-jike chunk of cock-flesh, she dreamed again of feeling it throbbing within her greedily clasping cunt walls, battering her cuntal tract like a mighty ramrod of fire-hardened wood. He stirred his whole frame, began to move his body over her. He was rising in passion like a great bird of prey, and the feebly shaking girl fell back in helplessness.
Would he fuck her now? She greeted that question in her mind with distinctly mixed feelings. She knew that the idea of his hugely thickened cock sliding in and out of her cunt thrilled her with the possibility of even more exciting sensations. On the other hand, she wondered if something might not snap in her mind if she gave up one last thing.
She had let him suck her cunt, and she had sucked his cock, but fucking was a sacred thing to her, something that only her ex-husband had ever done to her in her life. When she had divorced him, she had believed that she would never let her temple of a body be profaned by a cock again. She believed that she had fucked for the last time. At the very least, she would only be fucked by one more man, and he would be a Prince Charming who would ride up to her on a white stallion and be her new husband, for once and for all time after.
CHAPTER TEN
Marriage. The word echoed in Jane's mind with a weird reverberation. At one time in her life, it was a word with sacred implications. Every time it was spoken, it was as if an angel had uttered the syllables. Then, the word had taken on a new meaning. It stood for the entrapment she felt at the hands of W. Wallace Washington III. Now the word had a strangely distant, almost foreign sound in her mind. It was as if marriage was a concept she could have known only as a child. Here in the weirdly erotic atmosphere of Ralph Inglestorm's bedroom, only raw physical sex seemed to have any meaning.
Even so, there was something in her soul that rebelled against the idea of letting him fuck her. No, it was not possible. She would not allow it. The renegade cop would not defile her totally. She would not let him sink his hard cock to the hilt in her helpless cunt. It was wrong. They weren't married, and fucking was something you only did in marriage. Even then it was painful and embarrassing. It wasn't something you wanted to have done to you. It was degrading and only pleasurable for the man.
It was an animal pleasure that Wally had taken in her body when he had fucked her, and she didn't want the experience repeated, even with this skilled lover. He was a brute too. She decided that she would not allow the powerful peace officer to fuck her. She watched him rise from the hotly dampened bed, his massive cock standing stiffly at attention.
She hated it, but she could not pull her eyes off it. Would he cram it madly into her creaming cunt, or would he force her to suck it greedily down her tender young throat as he had done before? She had no way of knowing, but one thing she did understand. Her need for that flaming rod of flesh was rising in her traitorous body.
She found herself wanting the cop to probe the secret depths of her throat. She saw that in herself now, and it shocked and horrified her. She wanted to feel the velvety smooth knob of his burgeoning cock-head filling her mouth, punching the soft flesh of her cheek outward, cutting off her windpipe and making her gasp for air over the rising odor of his musky sexuality, and then she wanted to feel the hot spurts of semen filling her mouth, her throat, her belly.
She lay there thinking about her strange reactions. At first the idea of sucking Ralph's cock had sickened her, nauseated her. Now she wanted the feel of his thick rod in her mouth and throat. What strange changes had come over her?
She could sense his presence in the room, a powerful force that had already altered her life. She looked up at the cop as he stood over her, and her thoughts were a jumble of mixed emotions. It was without trepidation that she saw the big man swing into action. His implacably hardened ramrod of a cock standing nearly straight up with irresistible determination, Ralph Inglestorm moved quickly about the bed freeing the wrists and ankles of the lovely blonde.
Jane lay limply on the bed, legs as wide-spread as they were when pulled apart by the chains. Her wetly palpitating cunt lips were as welcomingly open as if still fixed by the bonds. She did not want to cover her bare body.
It was with a sense of surprise that Jane realized she did not want to protect her naked body. She wanted the rampaging beast of a hard cock to penetrate through her tender young cunt. Yes, she realized now that she wanted the cop to fuck her.
He mounted the bed, straddling her with his tree-trunk legs, pressing his knees hard into the mattress on both sides of her. He had not yet tilted forward to brace his heavy body with his elbows. She could see his hungry prick, steel-hard and visibly throbbing. The cock-head was swollen to frightful dimension, the purplish skin stretched taut, she was afraid to the breaking point. The whole gargantuan pole wavered slightly, pulsing with lust-inspired blood from within. She shuddered at the sight, a quaking of anticipation as much as trepidation. She wanted that huge stalk of a cock. She wanted it burrowing into her fully blossomed pussy.
As he stared down at her, hotly passionate desire was written boldly across his sensuous face. After a quick glance up at him, her eyes were drawn irrevocably downward once more. They focused on that swaying, pulsating hunk of gorgeous masculine meat. She loved it! Before her very eyes, it seemed to grow yet bigger, longer, thickening in its already massive girth. The passion with which he gazed down on her inflamed to greater proportions.
As she stared with awe, the imperious cock seemed to grow longer still, and its swollen surface turned harder. Never before had she seen a dick enlarged to such a monstrous size. A sensuality as great and as deep as the one that propelled Ralph's cock to such massiveness surely surpassed the hot need in the depths of her own loins.
"Now!" she shrieked involuntarily. "Fuck me now, Ralph. I need it now. Right now!"
Her luscious young cunt was fully exposed to his view. Wet beads of cunt juice from her sexual excitement made it glisten in the dim yellow light of the lone lamp. She could see that the policeman could wait no longer, and he lunged his hard hips forward, ramming his gigantic cock deep into the confines of her pulsating cunt, so tight and wet, previously unexplored by the thick shaft of his huge prick.
Her body stiffened as the tightness of her opening reminded her that she was bound to suffer some pain in payment for reaping the exquisite pleasures of this latest sexual experience. After all, his pole was double the size of her ex-husband's. Pain was a certainty, but she didn't care. It wasn't important to her. Getting fucked was important.
In a way, the sharply painful discomfort added to the indescribably beautiful pleasure that was now coursing through her wide-splayed loins. She felt suddenly free, free at last. It was as if more than just the brass and leather shackles had been thrown off of her body. Some long-felt guilt and torment had disappeared with them. At last she felt fully alive, sexually liberated and loving the feelings that were washing over her body.
She was aware that his ramming cock hesitated midpoint in her cuntal passage, and she sensed he had paused because of the constrictingly tight fit. She understood now how much Ralph really cared for her. He could be as tender and considerate a man as he could be a blindly raging brute in the sex act. These were the two cross-currents she admired so much in him, his strength and his gentleness. He was reluctant to cause her excessive pain, pain that would tear and injure her tissues as opposed to the carefully controlled pain of the doubled belt.
She gripped his broad shoulders and drew his face towards her. His breath was hot and short on her lips, and beads of moisture had already formed on his brow, his nose and his upper lip.
"Do it now," she said firmly. "I'm ready for it now. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Ralph Inglestorm eased his cock slightly out of her cunt, readying it for one mighty thrust, and then with all his strength he hurled his haunches inwards. His rampaging cock took full control of her body, as it plunged in and out of her firmly moist hole with an insanely driving lust. He was lunging into her now with a savagely unrelenting power that Wally had never used on her, even in his wildest moments.
Her cries of pain filled her own ears, and could not have fallen on the deaf ears of the man above her. Yet, he went on pistoning his cock in and out of her passion-drenched cunt. He must have known that she wanted him to punish her pussy beyond the point of pain, into that sublime realm of sheer pleasure. Her screams seemed to drive him onward, into a pile-driving fury, till his pounding and surging body seemed to be a machine gone berserk. Again and again his thick-headed cock battered the tender insides of her lust-dilated hole.
She arched her whole body upward to meet each thrust of his vibrating cock. Then the lovely young girl felt her body collapse under the pressure of the hammering loins, and she clutched at his muscular shoulders, burying her screams of intense pain by biting down onto the flesh of his body.
The pain was now like the lash of the belt, a sexually titillating stimulus. The hotly gushing pain rocketed from her ragged, lust-ravaged cunt and coursed through the trembling flesh of her body. Her lover had suddenly become a cruel monster, sadistically ramming his huge cock between the lips of her tender cuntal opening with relentless fury.
But then, almost magically, the intense pain being inflicted upon her, the searing fire burning her cuntal passages, became fully transformed into a totally different sensation. It was a pleasing sensation deep inside her that she had never before known, one that she never would have believed to exist. It was an even more sublime feeling than the pain-pleasure of the lash. With each new thrust of that massive weapon of flesh this exquisitely pleasurable sensation grew.
She felt as if sparks of fire were burning from the passage of her cuntal walls, and setting her whole being afire. The inner depths of her tight passage was exquisitely pummeled, sending thrills to the tips of her erect and trembling breasts. The burning pain had become the most incredible pleasure.
For a brief moment it was as if she had passed to another plane and was floating in a heaven unknown to mortals. She had never known such joy could be felt, and she prayed that this joy would never end, that this exquisite screwing would go on and on for all eternity. Jane's body began to adapt itself to the feverish rhythmic undulations of her lover's lunging hips till the two bodies were moving almost as one person. It was incredible.
Ralph looked down, smiling at the sight of the small, warm trickle of her cunt-juice running down his beautiful lover's thighs. She knew he had accomplished his task. He had initiated her onto the path of womanhood that she had been secretly yearning for so long. Would he now bring her to the crest of those passions? She was ready for the most exquisite pleasure of lovemaking. Now she was ready to really come.
With his cock firmly embedded deep up inside her, he snaked his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted them from the sheet. He dug his fingers snugly into her warmly wet ass-cheeks and pressed forward even deeper into her aching pussy, his hips rotating in slow circular motions as his cock-head penetrated the slippery depths. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks, and the kneading grew into more and more frenzied ministrations as they moved slowly toward the puckered ring of her anus.
"Oh yes," she murmured, feeling her insides opening to receive the fiery rod of flesh even more deeply, and she pressed her tortured body into his, tightly, wanting to suck his entire being into hers. Suddenly he drove his extended middle finger past the tight protective sphincter muscle of her anus.
"O-h-h-h," she groaned, her body stiffening briefly from the unexpected attack on her sensitive bottom. She was speechless, gasping for breath as the wave of pain sent a shudder through her whole being, but there was something about this latest torturous attack that was indescribably pleasurable. Slowly Ralph began to rotate his invading finger around and around till the pain faded and the blonde-haired young girl's body relaxed. The probing finger continued to move, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider, and the thrust of his rock-hard cock began to resume its frenzy.
A deep moan of extraordinary pleasure seemed to burst from deep inside her as her anus became more accustomed to the impalement of his finger. He slid his other hand softly upwards from the gently rounded cheeks of her buttocks and began to massage the soft, golden hair-lined folds of pink flesh that were grasping tightly at his plunging cock.
The lovely young girl could feel the tickling of an impending orgasmic wave, beginning in the depths of her loins. The rising tide of sensation slowly crept around her, and suddenly she realized she was again a prisoner of her own lust, and that it would be only a matter of minutes before the force of the tide would overwhelm her. Yet, she couldn't stop. Not now, not so close to the ultimate reward of their passionate coupling. And now, for the first time, she didn't mind. She wanted to give herself up to her blazing passion.
Ralph continued to fuck in deeper and deeper. He lunged forward and let his longly thick dick plunge up into her pussy, parting the soft flesh of her cuntal walls savagely till with a loud smack his lust-swollen balls thudded against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
"O-h-h-h-h," she cried, grinding her loins against his passionately, her frenzy mounting as the message of her cunt grew more and more urgent. The scream seemed to make him even more excited, and his huge cock-head seemed to strain inside her, sprouting like some strange mushroom till she could feel that every inch of her insides were filled.
It seemed to grow even thicker. It was longer and harder still. Frantically, she renewed her own rhythm, determined to climax before he would withdraw again. So full, she was so full, and she couldn't bear the thought of his withdrawing his exquisite weapon of flesh from the tight confines of her inner cunt.
She felt her passion boiling up, reaching upward for climactic release. She felt a hot sensation pervade her whole body. She was spiraling upward to an orgasm, an explosion of pent-up passion she could do nothing to hold back, even if she wished to.
"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned again. She could feel it approaching. "Oh. I'm getting there. I'm going to come. Keep doing that, Ralph. Keep doing that."
He humped her body madly, thumped her pubic mound ferociously. Again and again he socked it to her, his massive stalk of a cock-rod pistoning in and out of her seethingly hot cuntal cavern.
"M-mm-mm," she sighed, eyes closed, head whirling in the star-studded darkness of her mind. "O-h-h-h-h!" Thrills were coursing through her body, setting up reverberations that flowed upward from her hot cunt through her tingling tits to her spinning brain.
She could definitely feel it coming now. It was a great roaring sensation welling up in her loins, a kind of raging sea that competed with the thrust of his cock. It was growing now inside her, growing and growing, and then suddenly she felt the raging sea burst forth from the hot pit of her savagely writhing loins, and her whole body twitched and quaked from the force of the eruption deep inside her. Then the explosion was repeated till she was shrieking hopelessly on the hotly wet sheet.
"Oh, oh, oh," she heard her voice cry out, "o-h-h-h-h! I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm co-o-o-o-ming!"
She could feel her cunt juice ooze from inside her and gush around the hotly pulsing rod, still madly plunging in and out of her quivering cunt. Her loins were now wet and slippery from the jism spray, as Ralph reached forward and pressed his quaking flesh deep into her.
She felt the pistoning die out, almost in perfect concert with the last smoldering spasms of her orgasm. She was floating in a state of utter bliss, delicious warmth pervading her body, knowing that she had it in her to come again, to rise to higher plateaus of passion.
Ralph seemed to sense this, and was taking his time. He had ceased his thrusting, was letting his own level of desire decline, and she could feel his rod softening and growing slightly less thick in her warmly wet cunt. He would be fucking her again, propelling her upwards, and driving her to new peaks of pleasure.
Jane lay there in smoldering bliss. She fully understood now the change that had come over her, and all she could feel towards this marvelous man was utter gratitude. She sensed that he placed her feelings above his own, attached more importance to her pleasure than to his own.
Before long he helped her off the bed and they both dressed. She knew there was more to come at this man's hands, but she didn't know what it could be, and couldn't imagine. He told her he wanted her to rest awhile and think about it first. He wanted to take her back to the motel, leave her alone with her thoughts. But there would be more. Ralph told her to wait in town till she completed her court appearance on Thursday, and then he wanted to see her that night. He would subject her to more, much more, but he wanted her to meet him of her own free will.
She said yes.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jane went back to the living room with Ralph, where they found Brett and Early sitting on the couch listening to some quiet music. They were fully dressed acting as if nothing unusual had happened. The brunette sat demurely on the couch, showing no signs of pain from the welts that must have covered her flesh beneath her clothes.
The brandy was passed around and this time the blonde took a big slug. She felt warm all over, secure and good. The foursome talked for about an hour, mentioning none of the lovemaking that had gone on. Jane wanted to talk about bondage, to find out more about this new and wonderful thing, but she didn't dare approach the subject. She let Ralph take the lead in the conversation.
It wasn't long before he suggested that he drive her home, and though she wasn't that anxious to leave, she acceded to his wishes. They spoke little in the Olds Cutlass as the starry desert night passed above them. She sat back in the seat, gazing up at the stars through the windshield. Then she was safe and sound in her motel room. She thought she would not be able to sleep, but something in the desert air and something in her now-peaceful soul put her out like a light.
The next day she awoke feeling sore and aching. Yet, every movement that brought pain sent a shiver of sexual excitement through her body. That day and the next few days sped by, as Jane Washington had never felt so alive and happy in her life.
It was as if a great weight had been lifted off of her back. Every day she dreamed of the crazy, evening with Ralph, and as the day of her trial approached, her fancy turned to the date she had with him for Thursday night.
Her gaiety didn't disturb her concentration. She found herself able to spend her days reading beside the pool at the motel. She no longer felt morbid. Her outlook had changed for the better. She was a new person, and when Thursday came, she was like a teenaged girl getting ready for her first prom.
Her young cunt throbbed invitingly in the warm shower, but she refrained from taking advantage of it. She wanted to save all her sensual capacity for the man she was going out with that night. She anticipated a fantastic evening with the hot-blooded cop.
There was nothing to the trial-she paid a fine and got a warning-and then she was free to leave town. The judge probably knew she'd fallen into an old speed trap. What he couldn't know was that she had a date that very night to fuck like a bunny with the arresting officer.
She dressed in her sexiest clothes, then took a thin wrap from the closet and waited for Ralph outside the motel. He picked her up and they went to the same night club where they'd had dinner the night before her fantastic sex bout.
She laughed her way through the fine food and drink, they danced and enjoyed the floor show, and then he drove them to the apartment he shared with his partner Early.
Early was out-Jane did not know where, but she guessed he was with his girlfriend Brett-and about all she knew was they'd have the big house to themselves. She was seated on the living-room couch, sipping some wine and listening to some music, when he put his arm around her and began to bestow hot kisses on her cheek.
She knew that more, much more was to come, and she anticipated it willingly. No longer was she concerned about the propriety of the things she longed to do with Ralph. Were the acts she looked forward to depraved, perverted? The words had lost their meaning for her. All she knew was that she had thrilled to the activities of the night of her last date with Ralph, and she wanted more. She had been freed from the guilt feelings that had always hung over her about sex. She felt that if she enjoyed their activities and no one got hurt, why then everything was perfectly all right.
Wine glasses were on the coffee table, and Ralph suddenly took her into his arms. They kissed hotly, his fierce mouth covering hers, his tongue snaking inside, the fleshy serpent exploring all about and rousing her to a peak of passion. His hands were all over her breasts, and she soon felt hotly moist between her thighs. When he broke off a kiss to get a gasp of breath, she spoke.
"Let's go up to the bedroom, Ralph. Do you still have the chains and leather?"
He nodded, smiling suavely, and then they rose from the couch and made their way to the bedroom upstairs. Ralph began to undress the young girl, unzipping and removing her dress, rolling her pantyhose over her smoothly rounded hips and down her longly lithe legs. When these had been discarded he unsnapped her bra and took it off, her massive breasts rolling free and swaying wantonly.
"Oh, Ralph," she cooed. "It feels so good already, you can't imagine. My pussy is hot." She couldn't believe how wanton she had become.
He took the elastic waistband of her panties between the thumb and forefingers of each hand and pulled them downward, baring her ass and the triangular blonde patch of her pubic fur. She was soon completely nude, and Ralph discarded his own clothes hurriedly. He took her in his powerfully muscled arms and hugged her naked body to him. Then he kissed her hard and passionately, flattening her hugely soft pillows of breast flesh against his massive chest.
Then he lifted her body off the floor, swept her over to the bed and lay her on it on her back. She knew what was coming, and she willingly stretched her arms and legs to make it easier for him to bind her to the bedposts with chain and leather. When that was done, he came around to the foot of the bed, his hard-on standing imperiously straight and at an uptilting angle like a flagpole.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt between the white pillars of her smooth-skinned thighs. Then he lowered his handsome face till his moistly hot lips made a scintillating contact with her furry muff. She whimpered like a child, the roiling heat of her liquid leaking pussy so intense it was nearly painful. She knew only one thing. She wanted the feel of his tongue in her cunt.
"Suck me," she said lewdly, thrilling herself with the harshness of her words. "Suck my cunt!"
He quickly obliged, shooting his serpentine tongue out between his fleshy lips to part the quivering lips of her pussy. The point of his rough tongue made contact with the inner flesh of the cunt, and the friction fired the girl's loins.
"O-h-h-h-h," she groaned, as the first wave of pleasure washed up through her body. "Oh! Lick me out good, Ralph. Like you did last time."
He went quickly to work, lapping fiercely inside the hotly scorched pussy. He laved the whole thing, concentrating on the petal-like lips of her cuntal flower. He ran his tongue gently up and down the thin leaves of flesh, then pressed harder to flatten them with exciting pressure. She could hear the sound of his rasping tongue on her smoothly silky inner cunt flesh, and she could smell the earthy scent of her own juices as her passion rose.
She found herself writhing about, yanking against the pull of the four chains. She was thrashing madly, and the chains clanked and creaked with her efforts. Her head was flopping from side to side with the sweet agony of the cunt lapping.
"M-mm-mm," she moaned, the sound coming from some well spring of passion deeply within her body. She was tossing her head madly now, enjoying the heightening of her ecstasy that it gave her.
The tip of Ralph's skillful tongue had found the button that turned on her sensuality. He rolled the little clitty around and around with the leading edges of his tongue, massaging it, caressing it, rubbing it hard. This sent sharp spurts of searingly hot pleasure through her body, shooting outward from her cunt, traveling down her legs and out to the ankles pinched tightly by the harsh chains. The currents of electricity bolted upwards through the trunk of her body, perking out her nipples, traveling along her arms and out to the wrists where the circulation was cut off by the thick leather straps.
Her mind raced as brisk ripples of pleasurable sensation flooded her brain. She could feel the tongue in her slit, rampaging against the most sensitive spot, the little love button of her clitoris.
"Oh Ralph," she almost screamed. "That feels fantastic. Keep doing that."
He went on laving her little button, working around and around in increasingly quick circles, then pressing it flat and hard with the broad surface of his tongue. It was the most blazingly hot pleasure she'd ever received. It was far more searing than anything she'd ever been able to do with her own busy fingers.
She was glad she had refrained from playing with her cunt during the week. Now all her passions had built up. She was glad she hadn't touched herself down there while she was showering earlier that day. Now there was a fantastic pressure building up, a tension that would soon be released in a flood of orgasmic fire.
"O-h-h-h-h," she groaned again. "I'm going to come, Ralph. Keep doing that. I'm going to come. Don't stop now. Soon. Soon. Soon. I'm going to come soon."
He went on working his tongue about in a tiny circle, pressing the tongue hard on the clit-button. Again and again he pressed in, and then she saw starbursts of color as she started to come.
Spasms of orgasmic power raked her body, making her whole being shake with excitation. She could feel her ass jump off the dampening sheet as she lurched upward in uncontrollable spasms of joy. Again and again and again her cunt shot hot messages throughout her body, the thrills shooting to every muscle fiber along white-heated nerves. Her head pounded and her heart beat with surges of lust-empassioned blood. Her whole body was superheated as she jerked and writhed and leapt off the bed to pull against the restraining chains and belts of leather.
Gradually the spasms subsided, and she fell back in a limp heap to enjoy the last ripples of pleasure and the glowing after-feel that pervaded her flesh. She was breathing loudly, the sound of her own exhalations harsh to her ears. She could feel the quickened beat of her blood vessels in her ears, mixed with the hot breaths of a slackening lust. Her mouth fell open and she felt her tongue loll outward. She took air in through her mouth, striving to regain her full breath. It had been a sweet and wonderfully intense orgasmic fury.
She was vaguely aware of movement on the bed, and then she saw her lover's face. He had crept up over her, and a grin of satisfaction played over his face.
"You come fast now," he smiled, as he rested his hulking body on his elbows. "You're a changed woman, Jane. You're real loose down there."
She tried to raise a hand to pat him on the back, but the chains pulled her back.
"I have you to thank for that," she said with a laugh. "Who loosened me up?"
Now it was his turn to laugh. He kissed her on the lips, then trailed hotly wet kisses upward to her eyes and across to the side of her face. He kissed one ear, then traced a line of hot kisses down her cheek to her neck. She turned her head away, laughing. She was really enjoying it, all this child-like kissing.
Then Ralph Inglestorm grew more serious. He shifted his body upward while raising his trunk. He was straddling her chest now, sitting bolt upright. As he raised himself on his legs, his massive cock came into view. It was fully blood-engorged, incredibly thickened, the head swollen and purple with tautly stretched skin. The entire pole was wavering slightly, pulsating with passion and a hot need to be sucked off.
"I want you to eat my cock," Ralph said bluntly. "You have a lot to learn in the way of cock-eating, and I'm the one to teach you. Are you ready?"
"Do it!" she yelled, anxious to feel the delicious prick between her lips.
"Suck slowly," he commanded, and then he lowered the bulbously ballooned head of the mighty ramrod of a bone, so that the spongy knob was touching her hotly puffed lips. "Lick a little first," he said.
She lifted her head just far enough off the pillow to be able to bestow a wet kiss on the blunt face of his cock-head. Then she let her tiny tongue slither snake-like out between those wet lips to make tantalizing contact with the head of the dick. The point of her tongue found the peehole, and buried itself inside. Then she began flicking the tongue obscenely, like a snake finding its way, and she lapped all around the little indentation.
The velvety surface of the knob excited the nerve endings in her tongue, sending little chills throughout her body. She arched her back involuntarily, as the excitement of what she was doing got to her. She increased the strength of her licking, covering the whole face of the leering bone-head.
"Good. Good. Good," Ralph said. "Do a good job of that.
She went on licking his cock-head, and she knew he was getting aroused. Not only was there the encouragement of his voice, but the high-crowned head was growing more swollen with lust-inspired blood. As she licked carefully at the sensitive area below the pisshole, she saw a tiny droplet of pre-come fluid ooze out of the winking-eye of the hole. She moved her head and shifted her tongue to be able to get at the shimmeringly translucent drop. Her tongue-tip picked it up, the taste oddly bitter on the end of the meaty appendage.
She liked it though, and it brought back to her the cock-sucking she'd done earlier that week, the first time in her mouth she'd tasted dick. This time it was familiar, but no less exciting. The pre-come fluid was like nectar to a goddess, and she rolled it around in her mouth, letting it dissolve in her own spittle and coat her entire tongue.
"You like that, don't you," she heard Ralph say with obvious pleasure. "Women always dig that. Don't feel bad about it, Jane. Women always like it."
She didn't feel bad. On the contrary, she felt very good indeed. The taste of the fluid had fired her up, and she could feel her pussy flesh rebounding from the orgasm to begin a steady climb towards another. She wanted his dick in her mouth, all right, but she also wanted it in her cunt. Maybe Ralph would let her have both.
She was determined to do a good job of sucking off his dick. After giving the whole purple swollen head a tongue bath, she ovaled her sensuous lips to match the shape of the knob and wolfed it in. She heard Ralph grunt as the sensitive face of the mushroom-shaped cock-head hit the roof of her mouth.
"Blow on it," she heard Ralph urge. "Try blowing on it gently."
She had heard of cock-sucking being called a blow-job, but it had never occurred to her to actually do that. She huffed gingerly, careful not to blow too much air up his piss tube and possibly hurt him. Again and again she gave little blows on his swollen cock.
"U-h-h-h," she heard him groan hoarsely. "Oh, I like that. You take to that real good. Blow a little harder. You won't blow it up."
She began tooting on his dick more briskly, giving little bursts of hot exhalation. His steel-hard prick was throbbing with excitement, bumping up and down in her mouth, smacking the hard-ridged roof of her mouth. She liked the feeling of his granite-like cock, filling her mouth, heating it, moving around like a caged animal.
As she blew on the cock, she took in large doses of his musky smell with each inhale. She could see the dark and curly hairs of his pubic patch, staring at her across the few inches of distance. She loved the feelings, the sights and the smells of giving him a blow job, and she went at it more and more confidently. In time, she felt his hand on her cheek, warm and kindly.
"Suck back and forth on it now," he said, giving her the next instruction in her lesson.
This part she knew. Moving her head towards his wiry patch of dark pubic hair, she took the entire blood-stiffened rod into her mouth. The spongy cock-head reached the back of her throat, and she shifted her angle to enable her to take it partway down. Her nose was now in the pubic hair, and it tickled her and filled her senses with his earthy smell. The thickness of the stout rod puckered out the sides of her cheeks, filled her whole mouth and gave her a stuffed feeling that she adored.
"Good girl, Jane. Good girl," she heard her lover crooning softly. The cop sounded like he was drifting off into a private world of pleasure.
Jane tried to lift her body higher, but the chains pulled her back. She arched her back up as high as it would go and began ramming her head in and out, making the hard cock piston into and out of her mouth. Ralph did not even have to move a muscle. Jane did all the work, using the strength in her lithe young neck to work his sensitive tool back and forth over the raspy surface of her tongue.
She was making a slurping sound on his wet cock, and this thrilled her. She could feel the swollen tube that ran along the length of the underside of the brick-stiff cock, and knew that in time his hot seed would be spewing through it to fill her mouth and run creamily down her greedy throat. This spurred her on, and she sucked and sucked and sucked away on his stiff prick.
She felt the whole lust-stiffened cock swell suddenly and grow even longer and thicker. She was sure he was about to come off, but as she increased her sucking to the limit, Ralph suddenly yanked his cock free of her mouth. She looked up aghast, as he bounced off the bed, his bone standing stiffly at attention.
"Hi Early," she heard him say, and as she looked about she caught sight of Ralph's partner standing fully clothed in the doorway.
"Hey there partner," Early sang out. "Hi Jane. How've you been?"
"Okay," she said weakly. She felt suddenly numb, lying there completely naked, legs spread by the chains so that her naked cunt stared the man in the face.
"Care to join us?" Ralph asked nonchalantly. "Sure," Early grinned, and as he stepped into the room he quickly threw off his clothes. As he stood there, he was totally nude, and the girl could see that his stiffening pole was as big as Ralph's, or at least nearly as big. She recalled seeing it from the hallway that night when Early had been torturing Brett.
"Let's get rid of these chains so we can both jump aboard," Ralph said without consulting Jane. He hurriedly freed her arms and legs of the chains.
Jane was befuddled. Did she want to get into a three-way scene with Ralph and his partner? She had envisioned a long and private evening with her new lover. Jane prided herself that she had become liberated during her short stay in the desert town, but was she this liberated?
She lay there, staring up at Early. Did she want this man fucking her?
CHAPTER TWELVE
The quivering blonde stared up at the handsome form of her lover's partner. The big cop named Early was almost as fine a physical specimen as Ralph. He had broad shoulders, well defined muscles and a narrow waist. His cock was a handsome thing, hard and long and tipped with a great mushroom-shaped head.
It didn't take Jane long to decide that she would enjoy some sex with the good-looking stud. The idea of these two powerful cops fucking her sent a thrill of delight through her body. She almost wished the two of them were in uniform. How exciting it would be to see their cocks sticking out from the pants of their blue uniforms.
"She looks good enough to fuck," Jane heard Early say, and it was with an appreciative look on his face that he uttered the words.
His partner was busily ridding Jane of the last of her bonds. Ralph had no sooner removed the chains than his naked partner Early jumped onto the bed. Jane scrambled aside to make room for him. As she did so, she felt a sharp slap on the ass and turned to look over her shoulder. Ralph had picked up the studded leather belt that Early had been using on Brett, and he'd given her a sharp swat on the flank.
"Move your ass over, Jane," he laughed, tossing the belt onto the dressing table. "Early likes it a little different than most men, and I'll show you how we do it."
He lay down on the bed beside her, filling the space on the opposite side as his friend. Jane turned automatically to face him, and he abruptly parted the outer lips of her blonde-haired cunt and slid in the huge mushroom-shaped head of his swollen cock. He nudged his whole body forward, driving the thick weapon all the way up her cunt.
Jane sighed with pleasure, and her lover grabbed the half of her ass facing upward and yanked it hard. As he did so, Jane felt the other cop place the now-fully-hardened head of his massive cock against her tiny circle of an asshole.
"Thanks pal," Early said to Ralph, as Jane's lover continued to hold one of her ass cheeks aside.
"Are you going to...?" she started to ask Early in a nervous voice, realizing that he intended to fuck her in the ass with his immensely lust-stiffened cock.
"Hell yes," he said abruptly, "and it'll be better than anything you've ever felt."
Jane felt a shudder of fear travel through her lithe young body. Could that huge prick possibly fit up her asshole without splitting her in half? She looked over her shoulder to see Early wetting the index finger of one hand with spit from his mouth, then bring it down to her cringing asshole.
She turned to face Ralph, starting to plead with him, but then she felt the tender ministrations of his friend at the brownly puckered door of her anus. His soothing finger was reassuring as it caressed and massaged inside her tender ring of anal flesh, and when he was finished lubricating it she found herself wishing for the stimulation of the entry of his monstrous rod.
Then she felt the thick-rimmed mushroom of Early's poker-stiff dick poke its way through the fear-constricted ring of her asshole. A painful sensation shot through her, one that surpassed in intensity the pleasurable feelings coming up through her cunt from the continued probing of Ralph's thickly-pistoning cock. She was momentarily suspended there, not just physically on the stiff stalks of two men's cocks, but emotionally. Was she more excited and titillated by what was happening than wracked with pain from her ravaged ass?
Early's irresistible weapon slid stealthily upward, snaking up the length of her shit chute. She could feel the high-crowned cock-head leading the way. Up and up and up it wormed, till she felt the slap of his pubic patch on her shivering ass. He had reamed her to the hilt, though she'd never imagined she could have taken his whole long cock up her tube.
Then she felt the dick slithering slowly out of the long length of her rectum. It was like experiencing a great and long-awaited relief as her ass-tube collapsed in the wake of the retreating cock. At the same time, Ralph was on the outstroke with his own cock, drawing it sensuously out of her wet-lipped cunt.
The knob of Early's fat dick, as thick and as round and as hard as the knob atop the bedpost, stuck in her asshole, just as Ralph's heavy cock-knob stuck between the heated lips of her cunt. Then they began their instrokes in unison, and Jane realized with a thrilling shiver that she was now going to be fucked front and back till both of the men had satisfied their lustful needs.
They stroked her, slowly but with implacable determination. Into the moist cuntal sheath the cock of her lover traveled, while the hotly thick piston of his friend searched out and found the warmly buttery depths of her now-willing ass. Then they drew out in concert, faster now than before, the dick in her ass sliding with new-found ease as she relaxed and lay loosely to enjoy the rampaging.
In and out of her cunt and asshole the hungry cocks slid, raking her front and back, fucking her harder and harder as they found the way unimpeded. She felt her blood pressure rising as a coming wave of passion began to develop in the deepest caverns of her body and soul. She was rising towards another orgasm, one she would be powerless to withhold or delay, so powerful were the intense impulses of pleasure crackling out of her blazing cunt and prick-ravaged asshole.
"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned. "I'm going to come. Keep doing that boys."
Both of them humped away, needing no encouragement, pistoning faster and faster, battering her sorely tender passages. All sense of pain disappeared as the pleasure of the dual ravishment grew. In and out of her twin passages the heatedly moist cocks traveled, now vibrating with machine-like energy, still punishing her flesh in perfect unison. Jane felt the spasms of orgasm begin, ripping upward through her body, blinding her to everything but the detonations of brightly colored lights that went off in her skyrocketing mind.
"O-h-h-h," she heard herself yell. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! O-h-h-h-h. I've never felt anything like this before. I'm c-o-o-o-o-ming!!!!"
The blonde felt a hot spurt of come hitting the wall of her cuntal passage, as Ralph squirted his first blast of hotly orgasmic fluid. At the same time she felt a spurt of heated liquid shoot into her asshole. Early was shooting off too. Both men let hoarse groans rasp from their lips.
"O-h-h-h-h!" they moaned, their voices harsh, their breath hot on Jane's face and the back of her neck. The men were gripping her fiercely, pounding her weak little body madly, humping and bumping and bucking and slamming forcefully into her again and again as each man shot his load of hot come. They humped and humped away.
Jane was coming crazily, thrilling to each ramrod action up her cunt and asshole. She thrilled to each hard gripping of her body by the spasming men, to each groan from their lips and hot exhalation from their mouths. The grinding kept up beyond her endurance.
Early was ramming his thick cock in and out of her asshole, its path now lubricated with his hot come. That made it easier for Jane, and a great deal more pleasurable too. He was thumping her backside with a piston-like force, thrusting in and out with maddening speed.
"O-h-h-h-h!" Jane heard herself cry out uncontrollably. It was the most sensational thing she had ever felt in her life. Getting fucked in the ass was even more exciting than getting fucked in the cunt. At that moment she was sure of it.
Just then, Ralph began pistoning his cock with a force and rapidity even greater than his partner's. The powerful policeman was shoving his dick in and out of her cunt with maniacal speed, sending wild thrills through the already orgasming body of the youthful blonde divorcee. She couldn't believe the sensations that now emanated from her cuntal cavern.
"M-mm-mm," she moaned aloud, thrilling to the combined fucking in her cunt and her asshole. Now she wasn't sure which was better, a fuck in the cunt or a bang in the bung.
The two cops were riding her madly, each man shooting the last of his load of come in her cunt, and she was coming crazily, thrilling to the last squirts of hot come she felt in both her channels.
She felt the final ripples of her last orgasm die gradually out, as the humping of the two studs ground to a sputtering halt. Before long, the three of them lay there in the sweat-soaked sheet, huffing and puffing. Jane could hear her heart pounding. She gasped for breath, her breathing ragged and loud.
Minutes went by, and gradually she was able to breathe normally. She was nestled in the arms of both men, their moist flesh warm against hers. The odors of their three bodies mingled and wafted up to her nose, a thrilling sensation indeed.
Later in the evening they all sat about on the couch in the living room. They sipped wine and discussed the pleasures of the evening. Jane nestled especially close to Ralph, feeling a delightful warmth pervade her body, as if there was some invisible connection between the two of them. She was in a daze from the three-way lovemaking with him and his partner Early, and she still couldn't quite bring herself back to reality. Her asshole was sore, and she moved it about uneasily on the couch, but every time a twinge of pain rose through her body, she was reminded of the incredible reaming she had received, and it was as if she were living it all over again, thrilling to every second.
"I ... I don't know what you must think of me," she said to Ralph, averting her glance from his partner.
"What do you mean?" Ralph asked, sipping his wine.
"After what I let you and Early do."
"What did you let us do but make love to you?" he asked, "and what's more beautiful than love?"
"Yes, but only when two people do it together, as an expression of their love for each other. The way we did it ... I don't know. Three people."
"Three's better than two," Early put in.
"But ... but, the way you took me. In the rear end. I know that's wrong. It was wrong of me to have enjoyed it so much. I still can't believe I did," Jane said.
The other two men laughed, and Early gave her a friendly squeeze on the knee.
"There's nothing wrong with anything you enjoy," he said, "unless you screw someone else up in the process. The fuck in the ass really woke something up in you, and so did the fact that you made it with two men at the same time. I've watched you closely over the past few days, Jane, and I knew there was something alive and wonderful in you. It was lying there in hiding, waiting for the right man to bring it out. Too bad your husband didn't do that. He didn't care, but I do. I wanted you to be the woman you are capable of being, and now I think you've achieved that. You've grown up, Jane Washington."
Jane sat there thinking about it. Maybe Ralph was right. Maybe the rough treatment had been necessary to help her throw off the shackles of the past. She thought about her mother in a distant city, and about the strict upbringing she had received. When Wally came along, he was a way out, or so she had thought. She hadn't known that she was going out of the pan and into the fire.
Now she had her whole life before her, but everything would be different. She wondered if she would make it all the way home. She might stay with this powerful and gentle man, and he would probably stay on the police force in this small desert town.
She didn't mind.
She took a sip of her own wine and looked up at the man she loved. He was everything she wanted in a man, and she was feeling a special attachment to him.
"Where are you heading from here?" the cop asked her after a time.
The question startled Jane. Somehow, lying at the side of the pool these past few days at the motel, she had come to believe her fantasy that she would marry Ralph.
"I ... I guess I'll head across country as I planned now," she said mechanically. "My divorce is final, and I ... I plan to live with my Mom."
"That's good," Ralph said. "I hope you've really learned something about yourself here in town. Next time, though, watch out for speed traps."
EPILOGUE
At first, Jane Washington could not reconcile leaving the handsome cop behind in the little desert town. However, as the miles increased between her and Ralph, and later when she returned to her mother's place and the days turned into weeks, she began to see the wisdom of his decision.
She had learned a great deal from him, and perhaps there was nothing more he could teach her. She got a good job in her old home town, and she began to go out with the local men. Before her marriage, she had been reclusive, and perhaps that's why her judgment had been bad when she met W. Wallace Washington III. He had seemed like her salvation at the time, but she had married a man she really did not know.
Unfortunately, she learned about the selfish man only during their years of marriage.
Now she was mature, and she was much better able to evaluate the men she went out with. She dated frequently and even had a few premature offers of marriage. She took her time, and then she met the man she decided was right. He not only made her forget Wally, he made her forget Ralph Inglestorm. They went out together for four months before they decided to get married.
They were good in bed together, and the man could be as tender with her as he could be strong. This time, she would not go to the altar without intimate knowledge of the man she was going to wed. She knew she was in love with him. He was intelligent and strong and a wonderful lover. Besides, he was a cop too.
