The ability to exercise power because of position does not necessarily prepare a man mentally or morally to exercise power rightly. This is a major problem in all of the uniformed services-policemen can be crooks and rapists and have the same low morals of the common gutter rat. And the individual can't know this until it is too late.
Policemen have the same sexual drives of other men. In fact, from the nature of an officer's job, it may be expected that he will be even more virile than the average man. He is conditioned to violence and action. And it would not be untoward to expect his approach to sex to reflect his approach to the rest of his activities.
So it is, as the main character of this novel discovers. Only she learns in a most unhappy way. When a cop goes bad, thinking himself above the laws he enforces, his evilness is many times that of the average citizen who always must fear retribution from the police.
In this book, Policewoman Carol Davis discovers that it is not the crook on the street she must fear the most, but the seed of lust in her too-male fellow officers who see a blue skirt as just another female vagina to rape and abuse.
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Carol Davis stepped out of her car and paused to straighten her mini-skirt over her long, shapely thighs. As she bent forward she caught sight of herself in the car window. For an instant she looked at the clean line of her high cheek bones and her pert, straight nose. She didn't have such a bad face, she admitted to herself, especially when it was framed by her shoulder-length dark hair.
The beautiful young woman was so engrossed in her self appraisal that she didn't hear the man behind her. The sudden touch of a hand patting and squeezing her firm buttocks shocked her into immobility. Carol felt her blood growing warm and a strange, sick sort of arousal began in her as a confident male voice rumbled in her ear.
"Hey, chick, don't waste your time getting pretty for the cops. Those pigs in there don't appreciate somebody like you. Why don't you and I go someplace and have a drink?"
Carol's heart was fluttering under a full, firm breast, she hated herself for the nervous panic that always hit her at times like this! The brunette's hand shook as it dipped into her handbag and came back with her wallet, she quickly flipped it open to the shiny new badge pinned there.
"Bug off creep. I'm one of those pigs and I may just drag you in, if you don't get your filthy hands off of me!"
For the first time, Carol turned to face the man. He was big and looked strong, but his face seemed pasty and sick under his tan. A weak smile on his face, he backed off, his hands held out in front as if to protect himself from her. Carol almost laughed at the man as she waited until he was off the police parking lot. Then she tucked her wallet back in her purse and walked away, hoping that he couldn't see her knees shaking as the residue of her fear and weird excitement shook in her.
Inside the station house, the beautiful brunette stared straight ahead of her, ignoring the leering stare the desk sergeant gave her. She almost felt his eyes roving over her high breasts, down her gently rounded belly to her long legs. A small shudder of disgust mixed with excitement flashed through her. It wasn't fair for him to look at her like that, especially this morning!
Carol paused before the bulletin board, her eyes examined the notices, but she really wasn't paying any attention. Her mind was on Don, her ex-husband. It had been eight months! She wasn't a person who lived for sex, but it had been eight months! The lovely young woman felt the faint buzzing of arousal between her thighs when she remembered that hard, male hand on her bottom. She shook her head angrily, she had to stop thinking about filthy things like that!
"Davis, come over here for a minute."
Carol turned to see Sergeant Miller standing in his office doorway. The young policewoman didn't want to talk to him. There was something creepy about the tall, lanky officer, but he was her immediate superior and there was no way that she could avoid the sergeant since she worked for him.
As she moved closer, Carol saw Miller's little, slategray eyes boldly staring at her lush, rounded body and the only thing she could do was grit her teeth and pretend that she didn't notice.
"You wanted to talk to me, Sergeant?" Carol asked stiffly as she stopped a few feet away from him. The man let a faint smile crease his lean, tanned face before he nodded.
"You have an interview with Lieutenant Bixby in forty-five minutes, he'll have you called."
Carol nodded stiffly, she was expecting that.
"Some of the vice boys brought in some flicks last night, why don't you go in and watch, they're showing them in the ready room."
The young woman saw the mean smile on Sergeant Miller's fare and knew that he was laughing at her.
"I . . . I don't think that would interest me, Sergeant," she said. Carol could hear the nervous quiver in her own voice and was sure he could hear it as well. "That sort of . . . thing doesn't interest me," she added lamely and saw his amusement growing, she damned herself for blushing as she felt the hot flush staining her cheeks.
"What's the matter, Davis, does the sight of hard cock make you feel all sick and shaky inside?"
Carol flinched as Miller's words struck her and hit the mark!
"Why don't you go in there and prove that you're one of the boys, honey? You know the other officers don't have much of an opinion of women cops. You're going to have to prove that you aren't the prissy little girl that you act like. Go in there and learn something useful!"
Before the beautiful brunette could even think of an answer, the tall police sergeant turned away and went into his office, leaving her staring after him.
Don't go in there, something whispered in the back of her mind. You don't have to watch that filth, he can't order you to do that. But there was something else. Miller had challenged her. He didn't think that she would dare go in the ready room and was laughing at her!
Carol's jaw set and she spun on her heel. She was being stubborn and she knew it. But if she was ever going to be accepted here she was going to have to prove to everyone that she could take it.
The ready-room was dark, the blinds had been pulled tight, the cigarette and cigar smoke was so thick that she couldn't stifle her cough as she slipped into an empty seat. Carol noticed several heads turn toward her and heard a low whisper ripple around the room. Carol felt her blush beginning, but her embarrassment died in the moment that she focused on the images that were flickering on the white-washed wall!
For a long moment, the lovely young woman felt the blood draining from her face as she watched the shadow of a pretty little girl laying naked on a bed as a huge man stood over her. The man was naked as well and a large, thick erection jutted out from his body like a pole! Carol tried to swallow, but her throat just wouldn't work as she watched the man catch the girl by her long blond hair and pull her into a sitting position on the rumpled bed. The young girl smiled up at the man, his hand was still gripping her head and was pulling her face closer and closer to the thick tip of the organ. The camera suddenly went into close-up and Carol found herself staring at his thick, pulpy glans. The focus was so sharp that she could see a drop of fluid ooze out of the little slit and drip down, but the drop was caught by a pink, flicking tongue!
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, my God!" Carol heard the agonized moan in her mind, but she grimly kept her jaw set tight, refusing to allow the sound out of her throat. The beautiful brunette felt that strange, sick feeling flutter to life as she watched the girl on the screen smilingly move forward and envelop the mushroom shaped head with her red lips. Carol felt her fingers digging into the wooden arms of her chair and despite the fact that the film was silent, she could hear an urgent voice in her ear.
Please, Carol, it's all right, I can tell you want to do it so go on, suck it! Suddenly Carol imagined herself back with Don. She could even remember her ex-husband's fingers pressing against the back of her neck as her own face was being pushed against the swollen crown of his penis. Baby, you've just got to shake away from these uptight feelings about sex, it's putting a crimp in our whole marriage, I can't go on with this `missionary only' crap!
The young policewoman shuddered and forced her spinning mind away from that painful scene, but when she focused on the picture again she felt her will begin to waver. The pretty blond was avidly sucking and licking at the monster prick that was crammed into her mouth. The man's hand was around the girl's neck, guiding her, setting the pace he wanted, as her head bobbed back and forth on his shiny stalk. Carol could see the girl's saliva dripping on his hairy balls and she wanted to scream
Carol shifted uneasily on the chair and was shocked and ashamed to feel the thick moisture of her arousal seeping out of the tight folds of her vulva and wetting the crotch of her panties! The beautiful brunette felt the slow rise of passion flowing through her body, felt her nipples grow hard and rub against her bra. She shook her head violently. She couldn't be aroused just watching a filthy thing like this. She'd never done that for Don, no matter how often he tried to get her to, and she couldn't be excited by watching some slut do it for another man. There was nothing here that excited her! Despite her fierce denials, Carol felt the lips of her sex parting, swelling with blood and something inside of her ached for the feel of a thick, pulsating cock, like the one on the wall!
Carol was trying to wrench her attention away from the awful act she was watching when she felt a hand fall on top of one thigh! The beautiful brunette jerked her head around to stare at a handsome young policeman. She thought his name was Brown. The officer sat still, looking straight ahead, but his hand was creeping steadily up her leg and under her skirt! The young woman started to slap his hand away, but the tips of his fingers found the silky fabric of her panties and pressed hard against them, she gasped and her entire body jerked as the flood of pleasure numbed her and left her incapable of defending herself !
Carol sat rigid in the chair, the seconds passed and felt like years as the policeman's fingers pressed and tapped against the swollen, puffy outline of her damp vulva, setting up an awful, inviting rhythm, making her shiver and forcing her to bite her lip to keep from moaning and crying out. Finally, she managed to gain enough self-control to speak to him. Her voice was low and strained as she whispered to the young man beside her.
"Pl . . . please don't . . . I don't want you to . . ." Her whisper faded as the action on the wall became more frenzied. The pretty blond's face was tense and contorted as she sucked and pulled at the man's prick with her wet, bubbling lips. Suddenly she jerked her head back and held her mouth open as jet after thick jet of his semen blasted out and shot all over her face, in her mouth, in her hair!
For an instant, Carol stared in horror at the scene. She felt herself waver and knew that she was near an orgasm herself, but a sense of horror and fear welled up in her and she managed to tear her body out of the chair and away from the hand and blunder out of the room. As she ran, she could hear the coarse male laughter as it followed her down the hall.
There was only one place that she could go! Carol felt her thighs shaking, felt her nervous system protesting the sudden halt of the delicious touching and rubbing that the man had given her, but she forced herself to walk to the women's room. Once she was inside, she slipped into a booth and leaned against the wall. She felt like screaming, felt like crying and running away to hide.
"Stop it, you're behaving like a silly girl." the brunette told herself, but it didn't help. She could still feel the awful demands of her body. The touching had gone too far and it wouldn't be denied now. "Ohhhhh, this is so dirty," Carol moaned to herself as her hands clawed at her skirt, pulling it up over her waist. She was ashamed of herself as her hand dipped inside her tight panties and a rigid forefinger found the wet, slippery opening of her pussy.
I shouldn't do this. It's wrong. I never did it as a girl, why do I need it now? The questions and the accusations swirled around in Carol's confused mind, but that didn't stop her finger. She found the hard bump of her clitoris and flicked lightly at it, just the way that Officer Brown had done and the effect was almost as electric!
"Huuunnnngggg, Ooooooo it's sooo goooood," the beautiful woman sighed and she imagined the fat, hard penis that she'd watched as it slipped between the wet, slick lips of her vulva and speared deep into her, filling her, making her feel whole and alive!
"Agggghhhhhhh, I . . . aiiiiiiieeeee ! ! !" She couldn't help it, wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her until her mind spun and she had to let at least one thin wail of passion leak out of her as her climax tore at the very core of her being!
When the beautiful brunette stepped out of the restroom she knew that she looked cool and calm. Her hair was combed, her makeup was on straight and her face was expressionless. But that was only a front, only a mask to hide the terrible turmoil and confusion that still whirled about in her brain. As she walked, she shivered inwardly as a spasm of her orgasm whipped through her, making her legs feel wobbly and unsure.
"Hey, Davis, where have you been? The boss wants to see you." Without turning to the officer at the desk, Carol nodded as calmly as she could and headed for the back of the station, she stopped before a frosted glass door and took a second to gain more control, then she knocked firmly.
"Sit down, Officer Davis," the man behind the desk said without looking up. In his hand he held a letter and from the color of the stationary she knew that it was hers. When he did look up, the young woman was surprised to see that Lieutenant Bixby's eyes were a deep, dark blue. They made his rugged face seem almost handsome.
"I have your letter here requesting reassignment, it follows the form, but I don't exactly understand why you want to change. Would you mind explaining that?"
Carol felt herself tremble but she forced herself to stay calm as she nodded. "Lieutenant, I didn't sweat it out to get through the academy only to be assigned to school traffic. I don't feel that being in charge of the crossing guards is the proper work for an able bodied officer."
Bixby didn't say anything at first. He simply stared at her. Carol couldn't read anything in his cold, expressionless face. "I'm sorry that you don't feel that the job isn't as exciting or as glamorous as you'd like, Miss Davis, but it is important and being a new officer I'd like you to prove your worth before I assign you to tracking down bank robbers and solving our murders for us."
Carol heard the bite of sarcasm in the man's voice, but she didn't dare respond. He was her superior officer and she had to sit and take it.
Bixby got out of his chair and moved around to sit on the edge of his desk. The brunette could see his eyes roaming over her, just like every other man, and her anger began to smolder. He grinned at her and sat very close, close enough to reach out and touch her if he wanted to.
"Look, honey, I'm not all that keen on lady cops and you'll just have to work where I want you to work until I get used to the idea of having you around and find something more interesting for you to do. Your request for reassignment is denied. I want you to go out today with Sergeant Miller. He'll show you the posts and introduce you to the guards."
From where he was sitting, Carol realized, Lieutenant Bixby could see down the front of her blouse and she flushed and resisted the urge to clutch at the open vee of her blouse. She glanced nervously around and realized that she could see his penis begin to stiffen and rise under his slacks. The beautiful brunette stared at the outline of the man's sex organ and felt that awful tingling begin again. She remembered the man in the film and how big and thick his cock was and caught herself wondering how the lieutenant would measure up to him?
"Yes, sir, I'll go with Sergeant Miller. Thank you for seeing me," Carol finally murmured as she got up and moved to the door. Lieutenant Bixby still sat on the edge of his desk grinning at her as she left.
CHAPTER TWO
"Well Davis, one more stop and that'll be it for your first shift." Sergeant Miller's voice broke in on Carol's thoughts and she jumped a little. He noticed it and chuckled. "What's the matter, were you thinking about that movie you saw this morning?"
Carol clenched her fists and angrily shook her head. "No! Of course I wasn't, things like that don't bother me!" The young woman was lying and she could see that Miller knew it. He grinned at her and shook his head, his eyes were hidden from her by the mirrorized glasses that he wore.
"I don't know about that, Officer Davis. Some of the boys seemed to think that you got a bit heated during the blow-job scene. They thought that they could hear you huffing and panting all around the room and they're trained observers, they're usually right."
There was no way that she could answer him and Carol knew it, so she simply lapsed into injured silence and concentrated on looking out the window. Miller drove in silence to the last stop.
"This is Mrs. Abels. Doris Abels, meet Miss Davis, she's going to be the officer in charge from now on."
Carol smiled at the short, blonde woman who stood beside the car. The older woman smiled back and waved her red warning paddle at Carol in a friendly, mock salute.
"Well hello, I'm glad to see that they've found someone who will really take over, glad to see you!" Mrs. Abels' smile was warm and Carol found herself liking the woman immediately Sergeant Miller got back in the car and waited as he had at the other stops, letting Carol handle the meeting her own way.
"Thank you, Mrs. Abels, I hope that we can work well together, since you've been a guard for three years, I'm sure that you know more about all of this than I do. I'd appreciate your help."
The blonde smiled and put her hand on Carol's arm in an impulsive gesture, her light blue eyes twinkled. "Oh relax, for heaven's sake, and call me Doris. Mrs. Ables always reminds me of my mother-in-law!"
The rest of the conversation was standard, but Carol felt a warm friendly feeling for the small woman by the time she slipped back into the car beside Miller. "Well, that's the last one," she said as she checked the list of traffic guards.
Carol was so interested in remembering the names and faces that went with each street corner that she didn't notice the direction that Sergeant Miller took until the car stopped.
"Why have we stopped here?" The young brunette stared around her and was stunned to see that they were parked in a small opening in the trees at the back side of the park. "What's happening here?"
Miller turned to her and that faint, mocking smile slipped into place again. "This is a hide-out that the night squad uses when they want to catch a nap." He looked around and grinned again. "It's a nice, private place isn't it? The only cars that use this road are police cars. Keeps things nice."
Carol nervously shifted in the seat, she could almost read what the lean man wanted by the way that he licked his thin lips as he stared at her and she felt her blind, unreasoning fear building up inside of her belly, stirring up small eddies of excitement that moved along her nerve endings.
"Why . . . why did you bring me here, Sergeant? . . . I thought we were headed back to the station house."
Miller chuckled and took off his hat and loosened his tie, the glasses were still in place, but Carol was sure that he was staring at her, running his dirty eyes over her body!
"Officer Brown is a good buddy of mine, he told me that you were . . . excited during the movie and said that you left before he could help you out. He asked me to make sure that you didn't go to bed all tense and uptight tonight." Miller said it so calmly, so matter of fact, that Carol was stunned, she stared at him with wide eyes and slowly shook her head.
Miller ignored the negative movement and reached to take her hand. Carol saw his hand approaching hers, but she couldn't pull away. She shivered as his cool flesh descended on hers. The pretty brunette felt his muscles tighten and she was drawn across the slick seat cover of the car until she was just inches from him. "You . . . you can't make me do this with you . . . you know you can't," she whispered. She saw the reflection of her frightened face in his glasses and was shocked at how passive and meek she looked.
"Oh honey, I'm not forcing you to do anything," the tall man said softly. His free hand slipped up and cupped her right breast, his
forearm pressing her back against the seat as he did. "I think that you need a good fuck, honey, and I'm just the boy to give it to you." Carol tried to make a sound of protest but he cut her off. "When you were assigned to us I checked you out. You've been divorced for six months and you've been separated for eight and no matter how hard I looked I couldn't find another man. As far as I can tell, you haven't been speared in at least eight months! I'll bet that cunt of yours is screaming for meat, isn't it?"
His low voice seemed to bore deep unto her and pluck at her nerves and her brain. Carol couldn't think clearly. His fingers worked and squeezed at her firm breast and his words tormented her with the terrible, demeaning truth!
"Tell me that this doesn't feel good, baby. Tell me that you want me to let go of your nice, big titty." He was being harsh and crude with her and Carol ached to scream and hit at him. She wanted to make him stop taunting her like this, but she couldn't make a sound. She felt weak and speechless as his one hand mauled her breast and the other began to slip her skirt up her thighs.
"Lift your ass, honey," Sergeant Willer tugged impatiently at her skirt and Carol wanted to resist. But even as she tried to make herself push out the fear she felt, the muscles in her thighs were flexing and, her rounded body rose clear of the seat long enough for his hands to pull her skirt over her hips and hook his thumbs in the elastic band of her panties. Carol looked down at herself just in time to see her pale blue underwear being pulled down over her shaking thighs. She stared at the thick bush of her pubic curls framed by her garter belt and her stockings as if she'd never seen her own naked pussy before.
The beautiful brunette sank back on the seat. She was going to try one more time to stop what was happening,, but the man didn't give her a chance. A thick, hard fingertip wormed its way through her tangled pubic hair and parted the plump lips of her damp labia. The fingertip didn't stop until it found the watering throat of her vagina and stabbed deep into her!
Carol was going to protest, but when her mouth opened she was amazed and humiliated by the animal sounding groan that tore free of her throat.. "Auuuuugggggg! ! ! Ohhhhhhhh please!!!" She wasn't even sure what she was begging for, but Sergeant Miller seemed to know.
She felt his fingers popping open the buttons of her blouse and lay limp as he jerked it off. She offered no resistance when he pushed her
forward and jerked the clasp of her bra free. When he pulled the limp cups away from her tits she moaned as his rough hands pulled and twisted at her dark red nipples until they stood out hard and long like tiny thumbs. The hand slipped back between her splayed thighs and Carol whimpered as one finger dug deep into her flesh and his thumb found her clitoris and strummed hard against it, making the long sleek muscles of her thighs jerk and flex.
"Well, baby, don't just sit there groaning, get to work." Sergeant Miller's muttered order confused her and Carol managed to turn her head and stare at him in utter confusion. The lean officer just shook his head and reached for her hand with his. Carol watched in silence as he deliberately put her open palm down over the outline of his erect penis and pressed. The beautiful young woman felt the hard organ roll under her palm and even through the thick fabric of his uniform pants she could feel the heat of his body!
"But . . . I don't want. . . ." Carol's whimper died in her mouth as she stared at her fingers in amazement. They were working on their own, she hadn't made any decision but they were fumbling with his belt, then when that was open, they tugged at the zipper that kept his hard prick from her. His uniform trousers were open and Carol's fingers dove into the opening in his shorts. Sergeant Miller's prick was totally erect and she had a little trouble pulling it free, but suddenly there it was! Her eager fingers curled around the fat stem and she squeezed.
"Ohhhh it . . . looks so big," the beautiful woman whispered as she stared at the wedgeshaped crown, at the white, vein-wreathed shaft that grew up out of her tight fist. It had always embarrassed Carol to touch Don. Whenever he'd put her hand on his cock she'd been nervous and what little desire she felt would turn to disgust. But this was different somehow. She stared at the drops of lube that rolled down the satiny flesh of the glans and watched as it dripped down over her fingers. "What do you want me to do," Carol asked, she felt empty inside, she had no will to resist him and there was no use in pretending that she had.
Before he answered her, the tall sergeant let his fingers spin and twirl inside the tight grip of her vagina, Carol gasped and her body twisted under the lash of pleasure that washed over her!
"Pump my cock, honey. Get old Jake all hot and ready for this creamy cunt of yours!!!"
In an instant, Carol's hand was jerking up and down the thick column of flesh, she loved the feel of his hard gristle and could almost imagine what it would feel like slipping into her yearning body. She'd never felt like this in her life. She was afraid and that fear seemed to act as a special spice that made everything she was doing feel good and exciting! Carol was suddenly struck by a strange thing, she was sitting almost totally naked with a man, willingly masturbating him, and she'd just now learned his first name!
Feeling like a vile, obscene slut, Carol allowed her hips to move in small circles as she responded to the expert touch of the fingers that teased and tormented her until she couldn't tell right from wrong any more.
"Hop up here, kid, hurry!" When he jerked at her and tugged at her arm, Carol didn't react quick enough, she was whimpering in protest of the loss of his finger when his hand slapped flat against her unprotected bottom. The beautiful brunette uttered a short little wail and hurried, letting him guide her until she sat facing him, her thighs stretched wide across his. The young woman stared down at the heavy stalk that lay pressed against his belly and moaned in anticipation as he pushed her up with one hand and pulled his thick cock upright with the other.
She didn't need to be told, Carol's beating heart was in her throat as she shifted her pelvis forward, aiming her wet-sex at the pulpy tip that glowed a dull red beneath her. As she began to lower herself to meet the fat invader below her, a crazy thought flitted into her head, Jake Miller still wore his sunglasses and she was upset because she wanted to see his eyes.
"Unnnngggggg, Ooooooo it. . . hurts," Carol groaned as the thick cap of his cock wedged into the tight confines of her vagina. He was so much larger than Don, she didn't know that a penis could feel like this! "Ohhhhhh please, don't hurt me," she whispered but Carol wasn't surprised when the hands on her hips pressed down and she felt her body expanding inside as she slid down the oiled pole that speared into her soft, yielding belly!
"Ooooooooo Christ, but you're tight," Jake moaned in her ear.
Carol shivered and couldn't stop the quick jerking motion of her pelvis as his wet lips searched blindly across her burning breast, then found a hard, rubbery nipple. He sucked and chewed lightly at the nub of flesh at the same time that he pushed down again and the beautiful girl whined as the last of his thick root filled her. She felt his hard testicles rolling under her velvety buttocks and began to rub and brush against them like a common whore, trying to make it nice for the man who was taking her, using her.
That's it, a tiny voice called out in the confusion of her mind. He's taking me. This is rape, I don't have any choice. That wasn't the real truth, Carol knew that. But as she bumped and ground her vibrating body against his, she found it hard to sort out all the pieces. It . . . it wasn't rape because she hadn't made a single move to stop him. He hadn't threatened her in any way, yet she was still afraid of him, she didn't really know how this had happened, but it was happening and that was all that really mattered!
"Hunnnngg . . . Hooooo, ohhhhh . . . it feels so good," Carol whispered in the lean man's ear. His arms were around her, holding her tight against him as his long, thick cock slammed up into her again and again. He was pressing her hips forward, holding her so that the hard base of his prick was mashed tight against her clitoris, sending skyrockets of sensual pleasure bursting in her mind.
"Yeah, honey, that's the way," Jake panted, tearing his mouth away from her wet nipple. "You're on it now. Fuck, chick, make that tight snatch of yours chew my cock off at the root ! ! !" One of his hands slid down her jerking, arching spine and Carol squealed as she felt his fingers pinching and mauling at her firm buttocks. The little darts of pain spurred her on and she rammed her body down on him again and again, until they were both groaning!
His fingers parted her cheeks and Carol's mouth fell open in sick amazement as a finger wet itself in their mingled juices, then began to work its way into the tight, puckered opening of her anus!
"Oooooooooo, don't do that. No one has ever touched me there, it's . . . nasty . . ." Carol whimpered. But Jake ignored her just as she knew he would and she groaned as she felt the finger pop past the clinched ring of her sphincter muscle.
A thick, strange sensation flooded her and it mingled with the pleasure that already bubbled in her veins. Her dark hair whipped around her face and her head jerked in irregular, spastic circles as she wailed and bucked!
"Ohhh, God, it's so wrong," the brunette whimpered and sighed. Her body, tortured by the double penetration, began to vibrate and jerk uncontrollably. "Whhhhooooooo that's so nasty ! ! !"
"Work for it, bitch," Jake snarled in her ear. Carol heard the tension in his tone and felt his body stiffen. "Work that nice ass off for it now!" The sergeant sank his teeth into the tender flesh of her breast and Carol gasped with pain. She felt his thick prick swell and then the hot flow of his cum began to bathe her dry and greedy vagina. The lovely brunette felt his cock greased by his own sperm slip faster, easier in her, and she couldn't hold back another second, she had to respond to him!!!
"Nuuuuuunnnggggg ! ! ! Ooooiiiiieee ! ! !" Like wild bolts of lightning, the waves of her orgasm tore at her, Carol felt herself rising and spinning, she moaned and screamed as her release left her insane and babbling as she sat pinned to the man by his spurting cock, it was her axis, her whole world!
"Hey, welcome to the force, honey. I think you and I can set us up a nice working relationship," Sergeant Miller said as he pulled up beside her car in the lot. "Anyway, you know all that it takes to keep the sergeant happy, don't you ?"
His laughter still stung in the ears of the young brunette as she leaned wearily against her car and stared after him with dull, unbelieving eyes.
CHAPTER THREE
Carol sat in her car for a long time and stared at the front door of the station house. "Come on, baby, move your ass," Sergeant Miller's voice rang in her ears and she remembered how she'd moaned and sighed as she raised and lowered her eager body over his thick spear. Even now she could feel the way that it had spread her, opened her as it's blunt tip moved up and down the tight glove of her vagina. The beautiful brunette hadn't slept all night. Twice during the long morning hours she'd decided to send in her resignation that morning, but each time her pride came battling back to stop her.
"I will not let them chase me out, I won't!" How many times had she said that during the night? Carol shook her head tiredly, she just
couldn't make up her mind to go in. Every time that she was ready she'd hear Miller's demands and feel his punishing staff slam into her and she would be limp and disoriented again.
"Damn you, Miller," the young woman muttered, "you caught me in a weak moment last night, but that was last night and I'll shove back if you try it again!" The sound of her voice reassured her, but Carol knew deep down that she couldn't resist if he wanted to do that to her again. She just couldn't!
Aggghhhh, honey, you're as tight as a little girl, lift your legs. Bits and snatches of what Miller had said and done to her last night kept wiggling in, confusing her. Carol looked at her watch and realized that she was almost late. A sudden burst of defiance brought her back again. "Goddamn all of you. I'll show you. You can't put me on the run, no matter how hard you try!"
Before she could think again, Carol was out of the car and stepping quickly toward the door. Each step that she took made the beautiful girl feel better, stronger. Things were going to be just fine, she could handle them!
"Check me out with a black and white," Carol snapped, but then she saw that it was Officer Brown behind the desk and her knees began to shake as she remembered the smooth climb of his hand up her stockinged thigh and the flames began to smoulder between her thighs.
Brown looked up in surprise at her agressive stance.
"Well? Come on pretty boy, give me the keys and let me go or I'll tell Miller and he might just spank you for being a naughty, lazy boy!"
The handsome man blushed and Carol felt better. She fought against the sweet feel of arousal as he wrote her name on a check list and handed over the keys. Carol paused and felt daring and brave. "What's your problem, Brown? Do you have to take every woman to Daddy Miller for the stamp of approval before you can get a share?"
Carol strode out, a great feeling carried her through the door and into the squad lot. The vision of the pretty young man staring at her in obvious embarrassment did wonders for her battered self respect.
It wasn't until she had the car on the street that Carol's feeling of triumph began to crumble around the edges. So I managed to shoot down, one of the little people. I could never do that with Miller or the Lieutenant, they'd chop me down.!
Carol found herself thinking of the tall, rumpled looking Watch-Commander and her thoughts made the beautiful woman squirm on the seat. She thought of the way that his big prick had strained against his fly when he stared at her and that sparked memories of the slick, maddening movements of another man's thick stem inside her body. In seconds the hungry flames in her damp pussy were roaring and licking at her tight sheath again!
Things were going well, Carol had managed to force her mind back to business and she was rolling right along. So far, everyone was in their place and ready. Carol had made her first stops and found everyone on duty. The fifth name on her list was Jim Phillips. For a moment, the lovely young brunette's mind drew a blank: Then she remembered him, a tall, shifty looking teen-ager.
For a moment, Carol thought of how the boy's hooded eyes worked back and forth over her body when they met yesterday. The boy had been trying to sneak quick peeks at her without her knowing what he was doing. That was another thing about the guard situation that bothered her. Some of the guards were students themselves, boys from the high school who were let off for an extra hour in the afternoon to help. She wished that all her guards were adults, but realized that she was lucky to get the boys.
Driving slowly, Carol drifted up against the curb and let the motor die, her dark eyes were on the tall, slender boy as he led a group of children across the street. He did that well enough and she knew that she really didn't have anything to complain about, but that uneasy, nervous feeling at the back of her neck came back whenever she thought about Jimmy Phillips and his hungry eyes.
As he walked back across the street, the boy noticed her. Carol saw his sleepy-eyed smile cross his face and braced herself as he walked toward her. Despite her best intentions she found herself staring at the tight crotch of the boy's jeans, searching for the lump of his penis!
"Good morning, boss, making the rounds?"
Carol was vaguely upset by the boy's casual self assurance. He stood close to the car, then bent down, resting his arm against hers on the frame.
For a few moments, Carol couldn't move. Jimmy wore a short sleeved shirt and the feel of his warm flesh against hers held her paralyzed. Then the pretty young policewoman caught the direction of his glance and jerked her arm away to cover her breasts as they began to tingle and grow more firm under her bra, the pressure of her arm only made the situation feel worse and she gripped at the wheel as she fought to keep the filthy thoughts out of her mind.
"Yes . . . Jim I'm . . . just checking, I do it twice a day." Carol felt foolish and awkward as she stammered and mumbled. He knew what her schedule was as well as she did!
"Yeah, that's right, you come around in the afternoon too. If I'm done by then, you could give me a ride back. You wouldn't mind that, would you Miss Davis?" There was a strange, purring sound in his voice and Carol felt a warm glowing in her belly in response to the sound. She squeezed her thighs together as the warmth rekindled the fires in her belly.
"Ohhh . . . I . . . no I suppose it would be all right, Jim . . . if I come by at that time," Carol said breathlessly. She felt embarrassed and trapped as she fidgeted behind the wheel. A small group of children arrived at the corner and the lovely brunette pointed at them, glad for the chance to change the subject.
"I think you'd best get back to your job, Jimmy," Carol said, in the strongest business first voice she could manage. The boy glanced at the children and nodded. He turned back to her and gave her another disturbing smile before he stood up. Carol couldn't stop her eyes and she found herself staring intently at the long outline of his penis before he stepped away.
Carol's hand shook slightly as she turned the key and the engine came to life. She was angry with herself as she pulled away from the curb. Jimmy heard the car and waved at her as she passed. Despite her anger and shame, she found herself waving back.
By the time that she got to the last stop, Carol had managed to gain control of herself again. Mrs. Ables was on the far side of the street, talking to a teenaged boy. For a long moment Carol stared at the two, Doris Abels was standing very close to the boy and there was something about the way that the small blonde had her hand on his shoulder that upset the beautiful policewoman.
At last the boy nodded and walked away. Doris stood staring after him for a moment, then she turned and headed for the car.
"Hi, how's your first day going?" Doris smiled and. slipped into the car beside her. Carol couldn't think of anything witty or clever so she simply shrugged and smiled. Doris nodded and patted her hand. Carol was a bit surprised at the woman's familiarity but she seemed so natural and real that Carol couldn't be offended.
"I know, dear, believe me. It's hard going when you're on a new job," the small woman said. "But this is a good job for you, just think of all the side benefits you can cash in on."
Carol stared at Doris. She didn't have the faintest idea what she meant. "I . . . I don't understand, Mrs. Abels, what `side benefits'?"
The little woman cocked her head in Carol's direction and a sly grin crossed her face.
"Oh my dear, of course you understand. Look, let's be friends, okay?" Carol had a funny feeling in her belly, but she nodded just the same. "All right, I'm talking about all the young studs we can meet on a job like this. Now I do fine, but with your looks and the way that you get around, you should be able to find enough hard young cock to keep you busy day and night!"
"Mrs. Abels! Are you saying that I would . . . with these boys?" Carol felt her face burn as a vivid blush covered it, she would have tried to get out of the car but Doris caught her hand and held her tight, forcing her to listen.
"Whoa honey, don't be shocked," the pert little woman said. Carol thought she could hear amusement in the voice and was angry. "Well darling," Doris purred, inching a bit closer as she spoke. "If you're not making it with at least one of these kids now, you will be! Now stop acting like that and be honest with me."
Carol wanted to pull away, but she felt an evil, eager curiosity about what Doris would say next, so she sat very still and waited.
Doris caught the change in Carol's attitude and relaxed her grip on the younger woman's wrist. "That's better, now you listen to me, and don't interrupt." The older woman's brittle blue eyes flicked over her as another grin curved her lips. "When I was your age I was uptight, Carol, just the way you seem to be now. I had all those dirty little fantasies that embarrassed the hell out of me and I tried to pretend that they weren't there and drove myself batty doing it."
Doris settled back a bit and her eyes looked dreamy and far away. "I was half out of my mind back then, I'd go around in a constant state of arousal and hated myself for it. I tried to be content with my husband, but it was hard. Then, one lonely afternoon I invited our paper boy in for a Coke and before I knew it, that little stud was on top of me and reaming me out with a very man-sized cock!!!"
Carol knew that she was staring, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the blonde's face as she continued with her lewd story. "After that afternoon I was in heaven, dear. I was nice to my husband, I sang and whistled as I took care of the house because I knew that no matter how tense and jittery I got I'd have a nice stiff prick in me before nightfall! Then I met some other boys, through my paperboy, and pretty soon my mornings were filled too!"
The little woman turned and stared boldly at Carol, her eyes were direct and prying into her. "Am I embarrassing you, dear?" Before Carol could answer, Doris went on. "If I am, I'm sorry, but I think its something you should hear. Since that afternoon I've had a ball my dear. I've never been tense or upset, I've been with some of the most enchanting boys you've ever seen and if you haven't spent a lazy afternoon giving some lovely young kid his first blow job you don't know what you're missing!"
"I've never heard anything so . . . awful in my whole life!" Carol was shocked by the harsh tone of her voice, but it didn't bother Doris.
"Darling, that's exactly what I would have said back then, but can't you see what I'm trying to tell you?"
Carol shook her head in bewilderment.
"Boys are wonderful, managable lovers, girl. They stay hard forever and they can go on and on! Believe me, you need someone like that, I can hear your dainty little pussy snapping from over here!"
The beautiful brunette stiffened, her hands gripped the wheel so tight that her fingers ached. "That's not true," Carol managed to whisper, but even as she said it she could feel the tiny muscles in her love sheath pulling tight and feel the moisture seeping out.
Doris Abel grinned and nodded again, a pink tongue darted out and licked at her lips, leaving them wet and shiny. "I know just the boy for you to practice with. You know him, Jimmy Phillips?"
Carol stared at the pretty little woman in guilty surprise. She shuddered and had to force herself to be still. Doris saw the reaction and inched closer, her voice dropped to a husky whisper.
"Sure you know him. I can see it written on your face. He's just the boy for you, he has a lovely long prick that can drive you mad as it worms around in you. Relax and just let it happen."
Doris' voice was so low that Carol had to focus directly on her lips to make sure that she was hearing everything, there was something hypnotic about watching those sensuous lips as she formed the words. Carol felt her moral fences falling with each passing second.
"Just think of what it would feel like dear, just imagine laying on a nice wide bed and letting him spread your legs and slip up until you can feel that fat, hard knob rubbing against your clit!"
The filthy image was so real that Carol heard herself moan and felt her thighs straining against her skirt as they tried to part. Doris smiled and patted her hand as she went on.
"Jimmy's a devil, dear. He'll hold it just at the start until you beg him to do it. There's something so hot and bitchy about having to
beg to be fucked, it makes me wet just thinking about it!"
The obscene words burned in her brain and Carol sighed unhappily as she felt fresh drops of her juices squirt out and wet the swelling folds of her labia.
"Oooo, darling, I can tell it turns you on too," the little blonde whispered. Out of the corner of her eye, Carol could see Doris squirming on the seat and knew that the motion of her bottom was making her sex rub and pinch inside her panties.
"Baby, you need what I'm talking about. I can tell because you're just the way I was when I was your age. Cut loose, dear, you'll be so happy that you did. Just imagine a hard young prick in you right now and keep on thinking about it."
Carol made a whimpering sound and fought against the impulse to pull her skirt up and jam a finger into herself! She didn't really want to masturbate, but she had to find some relief ! ! !
"Ohhhh . . . there he is," Doris cooed and Carol looked up to see the boy that the older woman had been talking to earlier standing on the corner. "Honey, I've got to go, that's my target for the morning. We're going to drive up into the park and I'm going to teach him how good it is to put his fat young dong in my tight little ass ! ! !"
Carol stared at the little blonde, she felt the horror and the filthy excitement squirming in her as the full impact of what she'd said hung in the air between them. Doris wiggled back to the door and slipped out, pausing only long enough to say one last tormenting thing. "Like they used to say in that commercial, try it, you'll like it!"
Long after Doris and the boy had left, Carol sat staring vacantly ahead. Inside her shapely body a war was being fought. Lust and need battered and slammed against her moral barricades and they were falling away. Beaten, Carol let one hand slip away from the wheel and crept up under her short skirt. "Ohhhh, I'm all wet," she murmured as a finger forced inside her panties and found her slippery groove. Her clitoris was hard and ready. "Oooo noooo, she's wrong, so wrong," Carol whimpered as her mind manufactured one lewd moment after another. She couldn't stop the sharp, pelvic jerks of her hips as she imagined a firm young cock slipping into her, but she couldn't see the boy's face. It wasn't Jimmy, but she couldn't tell who it was.
"Agggh, so hard," Carol whimpered, "go on . . . unnngg ! ! ! Ahhh ! ! !" The young brunette's body jerked as her orgasm turned the frothing lube of her sex to steam ! ! ! "Aaaiiiieee ! ! !"
CHAPTER FOUR
Hands shaking badly, Carol daubed and pressed at the slippery mess between her thighs with a wadded tissue. Each time that she pressed against her still erect clitoris, the beautiful young woman shivered as sharp after-shocks of her orgasm rattled her and told her that the awful lust inside wanted more!!!
Carol had to use both hands on the wheel as she drove away from the shady corner. She was ashamed and frightened by what she'd done. What if she'd been seen? What would have happened if someone had walked past and caught her doing a filthy thing like that?
She didn't really know where she was going. She drove mechanically while her mind worked on what was happening between Doris and that boy. She imagined the fat crown of a cock forcing into a tight little anus and became so excited that she accidently bit her tongue!
It wasn't until she'd turned the corner and saw the boy walking down the sidewalk that she realized that she was back on her route and that the boy was one of her guards.
When the black and white pulled alongside of him the handsome boy looked startled and a bit nervous, until he saw Carol behind the wheel. Then he smiled and walked toward her.
Carol's brain was working feverishly, trying to match a name to the dark haired boy's face, then it came to her. "Hello, Terry, how did your shift go?"
"Fine, Miss Davis, I was just headed home, no trouble at all today." When he smiled at her, Carol saw his white, even teeth and remembered his last name-White, that was it, Terry White! Then his words sank in and she was puzzled.
"Home? I thought you went to school young man, why are you going home at this time of the morning?"
Terry grinned again, making Carol's heated groin tighten. "Oh I'm a senior, Miss Davis. I don't have classes every period. Today I don't have to be there until this afternoon." As he spoke, Carol saw the handsome boy's dark eyes dart down to her legs and she flushed when
she realized how high her skirt had ridden up her legs and how much thigh there was for him to see. But it was strange, she usually resented being stared at. But this boy's gaze pleased her, made her feel warm and womanly.
Carol was amazed when she heard her voice echoing in her ears. She didn't even know that she was going to speak until she heard it! "Well, hop in, I'll give you a lift," she said and felt a tiny chill of excitement working in her belly as he instantly opened the door and sat beside her.
Terry gave her directions and Carol started the car; even as she pulled away she was aware of the boy's sideways glances and the smouldering sensation between her thighs got worse! Doris' words bubbled and seethed in her brain as she drove....just imagine a hard young prick in you right now . . . ." Turning her head slightly, Carol caught Terry's face in profile and she suddenly realized that he was the boy in her fantasy. His face fit the body that she'd daydreamed about when she played with herself!
"I . . . I don't have anything to do for a while, myself." Carol felt clumsy and awkward. She was ashamed of the dirty thoughts that were tormenting her, but she couldn't make herself stop. "Would you like to drive somewhere and . . . talk?"
"Sure, that'd be great," Terry answered quickly. Carol nodded and drove on. She'd never been so bold in her life and she didn't know what to say or do next!
"There's a road on your right. It goes up to that stand of trees on the hill," Terry said. His voice sounded so strange that Carol had to look at him to see what was wrong. Terry's eyes flicked away from her body as she turned, but Carol knew he'd been staring at her again and she couldn't miss seeing the distinct lump growing behind his fly.
They didn't speak as she drove up the shady street. At the top, Carol saw a faint trail going around the trees and followed it. When the nervous brunette stopped, she could see that they were completely out of sight of the street.
Terry turned a bit on the seat, letting his arm drop down as he tried to cover his growing erection. "There used to be an old house up here, but they tore it down," the boy mumbled as he tried not to stare at her.
Carol didn't respond right away. She felt the excitement flowing through her and a sudden reckless feeling came over her. "It's a lovely place, Terry," she said softly. "Do you bring your girlfriends up here?" She tried to make the question sound like a joke, but even then she saw Terry flush and knew that she'd scored a bulls-eye.
"Uhhhhh . . . sometimes, Miss Davis . . . I guess it wasn't such a good idea. We can take off if you want." Carol saw the confusion and the embarrassment on his face and she suddenly felt calm and poised. He was just a boy, there was nothing to fear from a boy.
"It's all right, Terry. I know you didn't mean anything by bringing me up here," Carol said in a soft voice. She turned toward him, allowing her legs to part a bit, giving him a better view of her long, rounded thighs.
Just seeing the boy's confusion made Carol more confident. She heard a voice in her mind arguing against what she was doing, but she refused to listen and brushed it aside.
"It's all right if you want to stare at me, Terry," Carol said. Her heart was hammering inside of her and she felt dizzy and lightheaded.
The boy looked startled and then embarrassed and jerked his eyes away from her thighs. Carol saw the hot flush cover his face, saw his ears turning red and felt sorry for him. Acting on human sympathy, the beautiful woman reached out and held the boys hand as she spoke to him.
"I'm sorry, Terry . . . I really didn't mean to make you feel bad like this." The boy still didn't turn back to her and she felt the small seed of panic growing in her chest; she was losing him! "I . . . meant what I said, dear . . . it's all right if you want to look at me."
Slowly the handsome boy's head turned and his dark eyes searched hers. Carol tried to smile, but the effort failed and she felt naked and helpless before him.
"I . . . I'm sorry, Miss Davis, I guess I was staring at you . . . but I just couldn't help it. You're so . . . pretty that I . . ." His voice trailed off and he looked so miserable and embarrassed that Carol felt warm and protective toward him.
"It's all right, Terry," the beautiful woman murmured as she tugged gently at his hand. A new, stronger hunger was worming inside of her and Carol was amazed at how good it made her feel. There was no hesitation, no shame and no fear in her. For the first time in her entire life the beautiful young woman felt no restrictions holding her back, no barriers between herself and what she wanted.
"Thank you, dear. I'm glad that you think I'm pretty, it makes me feel good to know that." She let her fingers trail across the back of the boy's hand and marveled at her boldness. She'd never felt so cool, so confident with a man in her life. But then Terry wasn't a man, he was just a boy and she could handle a boy.
Terry turned back to face her. His ears and cheeks were still red but Carol sensed a new confidence in him, also. "I think you're the prettiest woman I've ever met, Miss Davis, honest!" The boy responded to the tug she gave his wrist and moved toward her. Carol couldn't wait any longer and she moved to meet him in the middle of the seat. His arm pressed against her firm breasts and she made a tiny sound in her throat as she wet her panties with her juices.
"My, you are . . . excited aren't you," the young woman murmured as she allowed her greedy eyes to drift over his groin, over the straining tent that his hard prick was making behind his fly.
Terry followed the direction of her gaze and would have covered his embarrassing erection with his hand if she hadn't stopped him. "No, Terry, it's . . . nice to know that looking at me makes you feel like that. I understand." When the boy's worried eyes crossed with hers, Carol couldn't stand the tension and looked away. She felt weak and vulnerable. She couldn't stand it if he said or did anything gross now. Things were going as fast as she could stand it and she hoped that he would be calm and let her lead the way.
The boy must have received her tortured brain waves, because he didn't make a sound, didn't attempt to touch her at all, he just sat there, staring at her with his deep, chocolate brown eyes.
"Terry, . . . sometimes I feel so lonely . . . can I count on you to be my friend?" Carol didn't dare look at his face, instead she stared intently at the enticing bulge in his trousers. "I need someone that I can trust, someone that I can . . . be honest with."
"I . . . you can count on me, Miss Davis," Terry whispered.
Carol could hear the sincerity in his voice and the last of her reservations stretched and finally snapped, leaving her emotionally naked in front of the handsome boy.
"You have to understand that I could . . . get in trouble, lose my job, if anyone found out about you and I.... being friends," she said, still skirting the outright truth. "Do you understand what I mean?"
Before the beautiful boy could say a word, Carol moved. Her hand fell away from his wrist and landed directly on top of the taut fabric of his jeans. She could feel his cock twitch and jerk as she pressed against it and the motion sent tremors of ugly, animal desire up and down her spine.
"Oh, Jesus, Miss Davis!" Terry's agonized groan stabbed deep into Carol's senses and she could almost feel his terrible, urgent need. When the boy pressed down on her hand, forcing her fingers up against the hard gristle of his cock, she made no attempt to pull away, she let him guide her, show her how her touch made him shiver and groan.
"Terry, please, do you understand what would happen if anyone ever found out about this?" Carol felt a sudden surge of panic. The situation was getting out of hand and she tried to pull away, but it had already gone too far. Terry held her hand pressed against his quivering erection and with his free hand he pulled her even closer to him. Carol tried to struggle, but she felt weak and unable to free herself from him.
"I won't tell anyone, Miss Davis. Honest, I won't tell," the handsome boy whispered to her, his lips brushing her neck and her sensitive ear as he did. Something snapped inside of her and Carol felt the last threads of her common sense falling away from her. She stopped struggling and began to stroke and massage at the straining bulge in his tight jeans.
Terry let go of her hand and fumbled with his zipper. At first it wouldn't unlock and Carol found herself whimpering with frustration as she tried to help. There was a soft, rasping sound and the front of his jeans fell open.
"Ohhhhhhh, Terry," the beautiful brunette breathed as his rigid stalk snapped free of the restraint and into her waiting palm. "Darling, don't you ever wear underwear? Terry didn't speak. The only sound that escaped him was the low moan that he made as her eager thumb and forefinger tightened around his turgid shaft and began to jerk up and down. Carol's eyes were glued to the bulbous red cap and the slit at the top that wept sticky tears of his lubricant. For some strange reason, she found herself thinking about that filthy movie she'd seen and of the blonde girl sucking and nibbling at that man's bloated prong. The beautiful young woman was repelled by the thought of oral sex but even so, she couldn't keep herself from thinking about it!
Terry groaned again and his hips began to jerk as Carol lovingly masturbated him. For the first time in her life she felt no shame or guilt as she played with the boy's excited prick. Doing a thing like this for Don had sickened her. There had been a guilty, shamed excitement about touching Sergeant Miller like this, but now the feel of Terry's hard rammer rubbing against her palm pleased her and made her feel good!
The beautiful young woman fondled the boy's silky prong as she whispered to him, "Ooooo, Terry, you have such a beautiful prick! I love touching you." The boy caught her unspoken invitation and without a word, his hands began to move on her. One shaking hand slid down to her thigh and shyly began to move up the silky fabric of her stocking. When he felt no resistance, Terry's other hand boldly slipped up under a breast and squeezed firmly. Carol was shocked by the powerful jolt of pleasure that his firm grip produced in her and squealed softly. For an instant the young brunette stiffened out of habit, but then she sighed happily and let her lush body sag up against his palm. As she pressed the firm mound of her flesh against the boy, she moved her thighs further apart so that he could slip his other hand up under her skirt.
"Oh, darling," Carol whispered, trying to hurry the hand that was creeping so slowly up her quivering thigh, "Please, Terry, touch me there! Ohhhh, I want you to do that for me. Please, honey!"
Terry was so awkward and unsure of himself that Carol thought that she'd go mad if he didn't hurry! Using her free hand, the sighing. wiggling woman unbuttoned her own blouse and pushed his warm fingers inside the overflowing cup of her bra. She felt the fingers brushing against a hard, tingling nipple and groaned happily.
The other hand had reached the swollen outline of her vulva and the lovely woman couldn't stop the obscene, demanding movements of her hips as she ground her sex against his hand, forcing the boy to rub and tease her throbbing clitoris.
"Agggghhhh God, it's so wrong, darling," Carol moaned as she frantically jerked at his hard young cock. "It's wrong, but I can't help myself. Undress, darling. Hurry and take off all your clothes!!!"
Terry made a low, growling sound in his throat as he nodded and began to tear at the buttons of his shirt.
Ooooo, I'm burning up, Carol moaned to herself as she tossed her blouse aside then unhooked her straining bra. This is insane, I'll be finished if we get caught. Everything that I've ever wanted and worked for will be ruined if we get caught. But she saw Terry's dark, burning eyes devouring her naked breasts and the sensous pleasure that his gaze gave her blotted out any other thought that tried to make itself heard in her whirling brain.
It was hard to undress in the cramped front seat, but the naked boy who knelt before her spurred her on. Carol felt the deep muscular contractions in her wet, tight sheath and the sensation fanned alive the flames of a new and animal lust that drove her on! She managed to tug her wet panties down her thighs and off one foot. Her skirt was rolled up over her shaking belly as she lay back, parting her shapely thighs for him, inviting him to take her!
Without ever taking her eyes from Terry's thick, upright stalk, Carol opened her arms as she whispered to him. "Ohh come, sweetheart. Slip up here and I'll show you how. Please, Terry I've got to feel you inside of me, I can't wait any longer!"
The boy fell forward on her, almost knocking the breath from her as he began to make frenzied coital movements before he even touched her. Carol felt his firm meat slapping and rubbing against her soft belly, leaving wet tracks on her flesh with his leaking glans. She moaned happily as she clutched and whispered at him.
"Wait, Oooooo, darling, wait. You're not in me yet! Aggghhh ! ! ! That's lovely, darling, but let me show you first." At last she managed to get him stopped. Her fist gripped the slippery penis firmly as she forced it down between the drooling folds of her cunt. She shuddered as the pulpy tip mashed against her pulsating clitoris than lodged in the elastic throat of her vagina.
Terry felt the solid, sucking grip of her sheath and snorted. He shook free of her hugging grip and lunged forward. "Unnnngggg ! ! ! Oh my god!!! Ohhh, Terry," Carol screamed in a thin, breathless voice as his probe slipped into her to the hilt, stretching her, forcing her to accept all of him in one painful, lovely stroke!!!
"Jesus, I never knew, I never knew it would feel like this," Terry groaned as instinct guided him. He pulled back a little then rammed forward again, making Carol's stocking clad thighs jerk upward with the impact. Carol's cloudy eyes focused for a moment on her limp panties that flapped from one elevated foot and she was vaguely troubled when she realized that she'd been so greedy for him that she hadn't stopped long enough to take her shoes off !
"Go slow, darling," the beautiful woman groaned, her long fingers dug into Terry's firm, muscular buttocks. "Don't go so fast, you'll cum too soon. Make it last, sweet boy, make it last forever!" But Carol couldn't stop him, the handsome boy was groaning and sobbing over her as his man-sized cock thrust and battered at her upturned vulva. Carol felt beaten and broken by the delicious pole of flesh that pinned her to the seat, that dominated her completely!
"Unnnnggggggg . . . ohhhhhh yesssssss ! ! !" Carol's strangled cry echoed around them, she squirmed and lifted, helping him work his fat dong in and out, the hard, hairy root scrubbed at her clitoris and she was amazed to realize that she was about to cum herself. "Ahhhhhhnnnnnggg . . . . Ooooooo . . . Aiiiiieeeee ! ! !"
Her bucking, screaming climax was too much for the groaning boy, Carol felt Terry's rigid cock swell inside of her then burst, sending hot gysers of cum into her. She shuddered and moaned as the sobbing boy emptied the contents of his virgin testicles into her frothing, grinding cunt. She groaned and clamped down on him, using her strong inner muscles to suck and milk at his spouting penis, drawing out every thick drop of sperm that she could.
They lay still for a thousand years. Carol felt herself drifting in slow, beautiful circles, propelled by the firm heartbeat of the boy, who lay so deliciously heavy between her thighs, but then he spoke and shattered her dream, bringing her back to cold reality.
"Ohhhh, Miss Davis, I'm gonna do this to you every day, I'm never gonna get enough of you!"
"Oh, dear God," Carol's tortured conscience moaned. "Oh God, what have I done?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Carol fidgited on the couch in her living room and tried desperately to concentrate on the television, but each time that she relaxed, she would find herself back in the car with Terry and her thirsty body would begin to glow and her love sheath would squeeze and twist inside of her until she was ready to scream!
"No, I won't think about that," the beautiful young woman whispered fiercely as she jumped to her feet. "It was wrong and I can't let it happen again," she told herself. But as she began to pace back and forth across the living room floor, the satiny material of her robe brushed lightly across the naked flesh under it and that sent sharp, erotic sensations to her brain, sparking a fresh set of dirty, lewd memories to torment her!
Carol stared around the empty house. She'd been so pleased to find it and had taken such care in decorating it, but now she felt trapped in its loneliness. Memories of her ex-husband flitted through her mind and as much as she'd grown to dislike him it was only her pride that kept her from calling him and begging him to come to her.
The beautiful policewoman stopped pacing long enough to stare through the bedroom door at her lonely bed and she started guiltily when she realized that she was thinking of how lovely it would be to take Terry in there and close the door on the whole world! For a moment, Carol lost control again and pretended that the handsome boy was poised between her spread thighs. She moaned softly as a thick trickle of warm fluid oozed out of her puffing labia and smeared across the silky flesh of her thighs!
"Ohhh, you filthy slut," Carol angrily hissed at herself as she hurried into the bathroom to wipe away the evidence of her animal reaction. As she scrubbed at the tender flesh of her inner thighs she stared at herself in the mirror, searching for some evidence of the shame that she knew she should be feeling. But there was no sign. All she saw was her smooth, pretty face and troubled eyes. Being in the bathroom reminded her of how she'd hurried home in the afternoon and savagely scrubbed herself, trying to make her heated body forget the obscene needs that had tortured her ever since she'd dropped Terry off near his home. Her whole day had been spent trying to stop the feelings and the thoughts that had kept her in a nervous, rattled mood but nothing helped and here she was, so lonely and desperate that she would even accept Sergeant Miller again, if he would only call!
The beautiful young divorcee had just come out of the bath when the sudden, shrill ring of the doorbell caught her and froze her in mid-stride. She stared fixedly at the door as if she could see through it if she only tried hard enough. The bell rang again and the strident sound scraped at her jangled nerves, she was moving toward the door before she realized what she was doing.
"Who . . . who's there?" Carol whispered through the door, aware of the awful hammering of her heart. A deep voice answered her, but she couldn't catch the name. "Who is it? Please talk louder."
"Bixby, Officer Davis, Lieutenant Bixby, I'd like to talk to you." Carol was surprised, almost shocked. Bixby was the last person she would have expected to be at her door. The woman's hand patted nervously at her dark hair as the other hand turned the latch to
let the big man in.
"I didn't see you this afternoon after your shift," Bixby said as he followed Carol into the room. "I always like to talk to a new officer and see if they're having any problems." He smiled at her and Carol suddenly realized how much she liked the look of his battered, broken nosed face, he was almost handsome.
"That-was . . . very thoughtful, Lieutenant. I . . . I didn't have any problems, things went very well." He grinned at her and sat back on the couch, he made no effort to hide the fact that he was looking at her and, for the first time, Carol remembered that she was stark naked under the thin dressing robe!
"Look, its after duty hours. The, other men call me Jake then, why don't you?"
Carol felt her cheeks flush and she turned as if to go into the kitchen, she wanted to hide the fact that she was blushing, this was no time to act like a school girl.
"Can I make you a drink or something . . . Jake?" She glanced at him but he shook his head and smiled at her. Carol just stood there feeling clumsy and foolish as the big man's eyes moved deliberately over her, his eyes made the nerves crawl under her skin!
"Look, if my coming here has upset you or you're expecting someone I could leave." Carol saw that he was being sincere and she relaxed a little.
"No, its nothing like that Lieutenant . . . Jake. I guess I'm just not used to having company." To mask her confusion, Carol moved around the coffee table and sat on the couch. Not close to him, but near enough for polite conversation.
Suddenly Jake's face took on a serious expression. "Carol, I had another reason for coming by tonight. I had to ask you something and didn't want to discuss it at the station." Carol felt a little chill stab at her belly, but she didn't say anything. "Has Sergeant Miller given you any . . . trouble?" The young woman saw that he was embarrassed and liked him for that.
"Uhhh . . . no . . ." she said in a hesitant voice, letting him read between the lines. "No real trouble." Jake stared at her with shrewd eyes and nodded slowly.
"Miller's an efficient cop, but sometimes he . . . steps over the line, especially with women." Jake's gaze dropped away from hers. Carol was watching him intently and when she saw a faint widening of his eyes she looked down at herself to see what surprised him.
"Ohhh ! ! ! . . ." Carol breathed in surprise. The folds of her robe had fallen open and one full breast was peeking out! The young brunette felt numb. She knew that she should close the robe, but she couldn't make herself do it, her dark eyes moved up Jakes's face and their gazes met and locked.
The big man gave her a strangely tender smile as he slowly stood up and crossed the few feet that separated them. The brunette watched him come as if she was in a trance. Jake stood impossibly tall over her and Carol had to crane her neck to be able to see her face. A big hand reached down and caught hers and the trembling young woman made a whimpering sound as she was pulled to her feet.
"Damn, but you're beautiful," Jake whispered, his big fingers running back and forth over the sensitive flesh of her inner wrist. "I think you'd better show me where your bedroom is, honey, because I'm going to have to fuck you in just a few seconds and it will be nicer for the both of us in the sack!"
Carol stared at him. She couldn't speak. She knew that she should tell him to leave, but the words wouldn't come out of her tight throat, then she heard her robe rustle and looked around in shock as her trembling finger pointed to the open door of her bedroom!
Strong hands gripped her shoulders and turned her around. Carol felt like a child as she was gently pushed forward. Inside her mind, the young woman's outraged moral sense yammered as her to resist, but the rest of her refused to listen. Each step she took was easier as the need in her belly gnawed at her.
"Honey, I've had a hard-on since the first moment I saw you. I just have to do something about it," Jake whispered in her ear. Carol shuddered as hands loosened the belt to her robe and pulled the folds apart. He stood behind her and used both big hands to hold and massage her burning breasts. He caught both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and pulled at them, making Carol moan and forcing her rounded hips to jerk and wiggle in ecstasy.
"Unnnnhhhh!!!" Her throaty moan shocked Carol, but the shock wasn't enough to keep her from doing it again, as rough fingers squeezed and milked at her firm, red-spiked breasts. Jake pressed up against her and the excited woman felt his hard staff pressing against the soft flesh of her buttocks. She groaned as her hips pressed back against him and she lewdly rubbed his erection with her bottom.
"Jake? We hardly know each other," Carol moaned in a last, feeble attempt to stop him. But she knew that he would ignore what she said. She wanted him to ignore her and take her!
As an answer, a hand left her tingling breast and worked down over the firm plane of her belly until a fingertip worked through the dark tangle of hair that protected her mons and hooked into her damp gash, the rough skin mashing her swollen love knot until she thought she would scream with pleasure!
"Ahhhh, baby, you're all wet and ready for me," Jake murmured in her ear. "You and I know each other. Your wet little snatch knows what my cock needs and that's all we have to know so let's not play `not on the first date' games with each other." Carol heard a certain roughness and determination in his voice and the sound thrilled her. She felt her thighs shake as she parted them even further so that he could slip his wet finger in and out of her greedy pussy. Then the finger forced its way into her tight, slick vagina and lifted and twisted, forcing her to make vulgar moaning and grunting sounds as it fanned the flames even higher!
Carol felt him jerk the robe from her and stood passively as he stripped her naked. "Lay down, baby, I'll be there in a second," Jake whispered as he gave her a shove. Carol staggered to the bed and fell on it. She lay on her back, her dark eyes locked on the big man as he hurriedly stripped before her.
"You are one of the most beautiful chicks I've ever seen," Jake sighed as he stood by the bed. Carol barely heard him, her eyes were slowly moving up and down the powerful cock that stood hard and tall against his belly. She stared at his fat, hairy balls and then moved up the gnarled vein roped shaft until. she came to the spade-shaped crown. He frightened her. She stared at the huge machine that loomed over her and realized that she'd never seen a man so big, much less let one like that take her.
"Oooo, it's too big. I could never . . ." Carol's whimper died as he took one of her limp hands and fitted her weak fingers around the thick, pulsating shaft. Without being told to do it, her other hand crept up to join the first and she gripped at him as if she was holding a bat. It was even worse now, just looking at it had frightened her but feeling the monster moving and jerking between her hands terrified her. She felt more and more of her juices squirt out of her as the terror added an awful spice to her arousal.
"No, baby," the big man crooned. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. You can take it, you'll see." Slowly Carol's hands moved up and down the wrist-thick trunk as he put his knees up on the bed and knelt over her. For a moment, she didn't understand what he planned to do. But then she felt his fingers in her hair and realized that he was pulling her face up to his huge glans!
"Noooooo, I don't do that, Jake. Please, its dirty and I can't . . ."
Carol's voice faded to a whisper as she found herself sitting upright on the bed, the strong hand pressed her forward until she felt her full lips brushing against the velvet flesh of the crown. She heard the determination and the frustration in the big man's voice and felt the cruel shake he gave her head as he pressed her even closer, making her kiss the slick cap against her will.
"Shut up, Carol, don't play virgin games with me. Goddamn it, woman, if you've never sucked a cock before you'll learn now! Open your mouth and suck it ! ! !" Carol was helpless. He was so strong and so demanding, she knew that she couldn't refuse him. He was kind and gentle, but right now she could feel that excitement shaking in him and it frightened her!
"Oooohhhh God, no. I'll be sick, Jake," she whimpered. Even so, she knew it was hopeless. "Please, I . . . ullllpppppp! ! !"
It was in her mouth! The lovely brunette shuddered as she felt the fat crown press into her mouth and glide over her helpless tongue, the head pressed against the back of her throat for a second and she thought she was going to gag. But the fingers in her hair tightened and pulled her head back a little. She could taste the salty, yeasty tang of him and was shocked to realize that she rather liked it!
"Suck it, Carol. Please, baby, don't make me get rough." The hoarse whisper struck a hidden need in her and the beautiful woman closed her lips tight around the thick stalk that was invading her mouth.
"Ummmmmm, ohhhhhh, yes, honey. Just like that, now run your tongue all over it." The words seeped into her spinning mind and Carol had to obey him. Somehow he'd managed to take her over. He owned her and she had to do what he said. She sucked and licked at him as he ordered and made a groaning, gurgling sound in her throat as the cock began to move in and out, he was jerking his hips and making her work her head back and forth at the same time.
"He's fucking your mouth, you awful whore," her conscience taunted her. "He's using your mouth like a vagina. Aren't you proud and happy about the way that he just came in here and took you, like the whore that you are?" The thoughts stung her, but Carol realized that they also added little sparks of sick excitement as she allowed Jake to use her like a thing. Something deep inside of her loved this and she couldn't stop the grunting, suckling sounds she made as she desperately worked to please him. She loved being obedient and meek with this man, it made her feel better than she had in years!
"Yeah, you are going to be a Class A cocksucker, baby. Ahhhhhggg you can suck like a dream!" Jake's earthy praise should have sickened her, but it only made her need worse. Carol moaned and rubbed her naked thighs together, making her puffy labia pinch and press against her hard clit. She was so wet that it had run down between her buttocks and her bottom felt oiled and slippery as she wiggled on the firm mattress.
"That's enough," Jake said, but the beautiful girl hugged his knees and sucked even harder, not wanting him to pull the delicious knob away from her now. "I said stop, or I'll blow it down your throat and I don't want to do that yet." The fingers in her hair jerked and Carol went flying. Her head hit the pillow and bounced, she would have protested, but Jake was already on top of her.
"Ohhhhh, God, Jake," Carol heard her voice pleading, "be careful don't hurt me, honey, don't hurt me." But the big man didn't stop. Rough hands jerked her thighs wide and then pushed them back until her knees rubbed against her shoulders. The beautiful girl felt trapped and humiliated as her wet sex was held up to him, open and defenseless as he slipped between her thighs and prepared to mount her like a tethered animal. But instead of being upset or angry by the treatment she moaned happily and lay passive for him.
The saliva-slick knob of his prick found the open throat of her vagina and began to worm its way into her. Little flashes of pain darted up her spine as the beautiful woman felt herself being spread and stretched, filled as she never had been filled before! "Good, tight cunt, ahhhhh that's nice, honey, you feel as tight as a fist."
The vulgar praise filled her ears and Carol grunted in humiliated delight as she shook her hips in an obscene dance, helping him stuff the awful cock into her. "Ram me, Jake," she said, her voice suddenly calm and firm. "I don't care if you tear me in half. Ohhhhh God, slam it into me .... Hiiiiieeeeee ! ! !"
Low, bestial, inhuman sounds leaked out of her slack lips and she licked them, savoring the taste of prick that lingered there. The last shreds of her self respect and self control melted as the swollen glans rudely bumped against the mouth of her womb and a shudder that shook her from head to toe blasted her into a vile, animal plane! ! !
CHAPTER SIX
"Fuck me, baby, yeah, just like that! Shake this fine ass and make it feel good!" Carol could feel his strong hands patting and pinching at her bottom and did as she was told. She crouched over him, resting her knees and hands on the mattress as she raised and lowered her jerking, sweating body on the huge pole that was lodged so deep inside of her. She'd only been in this position a few times and, before, she had always been embarrassed by having to take control. But now, with Jake, it was so exciting!
"Where's my cock now, baby?"
Carol heard the whispered question but couldn't bring herself to answer it.
"Answer me Carol, where's my cock?" Rough fingers pinched lightly at her buttocks and an open palm slapped just hard enough to warn her.
"Oooo Jake, I don't like to talk about things like that, please honey, I . . ." She would have gone on, but he spanked her again. This time the hard palm stung as it smacked against her quivering buttock, making her whine and wiggle on his fleshy stalk. "Owwwwww! Please, honey . . . all right, all right!"
She felt strangely happy as she wiggled and thrust her wet groin down on his hard probe, the stinging slap had unlocked something new inside of her and she liked the feeling. "Your . . . thing is inside of me, darling, I'm sitting on it."
"Don't talk baby talk. You're a full grown woman, Carol, talk like one?" To make his point, Jake spanked her again, harder!!!
"Oooooohhhhh, I'm fucking your cock Jake, your big hard cock is jammed in my wet cunt and I can feel it all the way in my belly!" A curious flush of shame mixed with excitement flowed through her like a thick syrup. Carol had never talked to anyone like that in her life and she was shocked to learn that just saying the filthy words made her whole body shiver and tingle!
* * *
Suddenly a horn blared in her ear and Carol gasped as she jerked the black and white back into her own lane. Damn! She'd done it again.
Everything had been fine, then she'd let her mind wander, just for a moment and look what almost happened!
Carol felt shaken and her hands were trembling so badly on the wheel that she took the first opportunity to pull over and park, at the curb. "Oh my God, what am I going to do? I've been like this all day long ! ! !" The beautiful young policewoman caught sight of herself in the rearview mirror and before she could stop it, her rebellious mind took her back to last night. She stared at her full, red lips and imagined them clamped tight around Jake's thick, juicy cock!
The beautiful woman shuddered and finally managed to pull her mind away from her filthy memories, but even then, she was sure that she could still taste him on the back of her tongue, despite the fact that she'd brushed her teeth five times since last night!
A quick check of the time told her that she had a few minutes to spare so she just sat. She would stop all of this right now and then she could get back to work and pay attention to the details.
"It happened, that's all," Carol whispered firmly to herself. "An attractive man took you to bed and made you do things that you've never done before." The beautiful brunette shivered again as a lewd memory slashed across her train of thought, temporarily filling her mind with the thought of how wonderful it had been to feel Jake's thick, hot cum spurting into her, filling her until she felt it overflowing and gushing out of her with each stroke of his heavenly pounding piston of flesh!!!
Carol gasped softly and slapped her round thighs together as she felt the hot, bubbling sensation of arousal beginning in her. "Ohhhh no, I've got to stop thinking about it," she whimpered as she felt her hairfringed folds grow hot and moist and her little love bud began to swell and grow hard as a marble!
In a vain attempt to distract herself, Carol looked around and for the first time realized that she was sitting by the park. For a few seconds the view of the green meadow and the thick brush and trees soothed her troubled mind, but then she saw a dense stand of trees at the top of the hill. That was where Sergeant Miller had taken her that first day! No matter what she tried to think of, she couldn't stop the determined action of her mind and she was forced to remember how she'd wiggled and jerked on his punishing cock. Just thinking about the awful hold that Miller seemed to have on her made her feel whipped and beaten.
"What's happening to me," Carol whispered aloud as she fought the impulse to cry. I've never felt like this in my life. Everywhere I turn there's someone trying to pervert me and twist me and I can't fight them, I've always been able to keep away from things like this before. What's happening to me, why can't I stop it?
It was getting late. Carol forced the bewilderment and the fear into the back of her mind and started the engine. She had to get back to work now or she would be ruining her chances for her career just as she was ruining her private life.
Checking her list as she drove, Carol found the name of the next crossing guard-Mrs. Agnes Williams. Forcing her mind to concentrate she recalled the woman. She was older, maybe fifty. There were streaks of gray in her hair. At first Carol had been tempted to dismiss the woman for just what she looked like, an older housewife who had taken the job just to fill her day. But there was something about the woman, something that made the young officer feel that there was something else there. Then she remembered the way that Sergeant Miller had acted when he introduced them. He had that familiar easy attitude of a man who is sure of a woman. But for some reason Carol doubted that Mrs. Williams and Miller were lovers. No, it was something else, something that he knew about her.
Carol had dismissed the vague doubts she had about the guard by the time that she pulled up to the intersection, but what she found when she got there brought all the doubts and unanswered questions back with a rush.
There was no guard at the corner, but the young brunette recognized the car that sat under the trees as the car Mrs. Williams drove. It was late and there were no children waiting to cross, but the guard was still supposed to be there to care for late comers.
Some instinct of caution made Carol shut off the motor and glide to a silent stop, well back from the corner. She wasn't really sure why she was doing it, but she could sense something unusual was happening and she wanted to find it before it found her.
Carol was still a few feet from the parked car when she saw that it was bouncing ever so slightly. She stopped for a moment to make sure before the car began to move again. The car was parked beside three closely spaced trees, the thick trunks and the low hanging branches shielded it from the gaze of someone on the sidewalk.
Pausing again, the beautiful young woman was struck by how deserted the intersection was; there were no houses on the corners. It was an access road to a development and all the homes were facing away. There was nothing on the corners but landscaped buffer lots. There wasn't another person in sight.
"This is nice, honey. Do you like it when I do that?" Carol's heart began to thump heavily in her chest. She'd heard that low, purring sound in her own voice, just last night! Agnes spoke again but lower this time and no amount of straining enabled Carol to make out what she was saying. So she carefully stepped off the deserted sidewalk and found an opening between the trees.
"I'm glad you like this, boy. It makes me feel happy inside when I can make a nice boy like you feel good." Carefully the young policewoman peeked around the trees. She was almost on top of the car, she couldn't see better if she were inside!
A slim boy sat slumped in the wide back seat, his head didn't even show through the window. Agnes was kneeling on the floor of the car between the boy's parted legs. For a long, terrible moment, Carol stared at them. She watched in horror as the gray haired woman lightly frigged and tugged at the boy's immature erection!
"You're a good boy, Georgie," Anges said. She smiled up at the boy as her free hand worked his open jeans down until she'd freed his smooth, hairless balls!
Carol wanted to scream, wanted to order the awful woman to stop what she was doing, but all she did was stand very still as her greedy eyes devoured the hard little cock that twitched and wiggled in Anges' firm grip.
"That feels nice, Mrs. Williams," Georgie whispered shyly. Carol saw the sly, hungry look in the older woman's face as she tugged her dress up and bared her thick pubic patch to the interested boy. Agnes wore no underwear and even from where she stood, Carol could see the glistening drops of lubricant on the matted hairs, her own tight vulva grew moist and hot as she watched.
"Ohhh, I know it feels nice boy. I like it too. Ladies feel good down there too, watch." The dignified looking woman calmly slipped a slender finger between the hairy lips of her labia and boldly masturbated for the boy, all the time, her tight fist moved up and down his little stem. "Ummmmm that is nice, I've been looking for a nice, hard little boy like you for days." A look of concern crossed the woman's face. "You promised me that you'd keep it a secret if I showed you how to make it feel good. Remember your promise, honey, and this will be something you'll never forget."
It was sick, it was perverted and there was no reason why she shouldn't step in and put a stop to all of this. But regardless how true
that was, Carol couldn't force herself to move, she was held by the magic movements of Agnes' hands. Her body seemed to take up the rhythm of the strokes and she felt suspended, powerless!
"Here's something else you're going to like George," the gray haired woman said, as she smiled at him for a second then bent her head down to his lap! Carol had to bite hard on her lip to keep from making a sound. Her body strained forward against the firm trunk of one of the trees as she saw a long, pink tongue begin to slowly, carefully bathe the boy's jerking, naked groin! The tongue slathered around and under the plump sac that held his balls and Georgie sighed and lifted his body off the seat, offering more of his bared middle to her knowing tongue.
"Ohhhh man, that feels great!" Agnes looked up at him and smiled, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she lapped and licked at him. All this time the woman's hand still stroked the upright stem and her other worked in the secret shadow between her thighs. Carol had to swallow a moan of excitement when she heard the wet, sticky sounds the fingers made in the wet slot!
When she lifted her head and began licking and kissing the hard little shaft, Georgie's balls were wet and shiny. Agnes let her fingers drift down to the little boy's wet testicles and tickled them as the fat blade of her tongue worked around and around the marble-smooth flesh of his prick.
Georgie was groaning and his slim hips flopped and thumped up and down against the car seat. Carol felt her own wet sex growing hotter and wetter with each passing moment and she almost whimpered with frustration and want! The aroused brunette pressed forward again and found the polished, worn lump of a branch that had been pruned away a long time ago, the protruding knot pressed in against her pulsating mound and the flashing jolt of pleasure that it produced made her head spin.
"Filthy whore, animal cunt," her mind hissed at her. But Carol didn't care anymore, nothing mattered to her but the lovely feel of the smooth wood mashing against her, pressing the material of her skirt and her panties against the vibrating tip of her hard clitoris, smearing and squeezing the wetness there, all over her thighs and her belly! It was animal. She knew it, but Carol's rounded hips jerked as she masturbated herself against the tree; she'd do anything to get rid of the awful lust that was eating her up!
Agnes had managed to slip the red crown of the boy's little prick into her mouth and she was bobbing and pulling at it. Carol moaned beneath her breath as she watched, she remembered how Jake's huge cock had tickled and pressed against her lips and she envied the older woman that slick, small little pecker. The young woman was shocked at her thoughts, they were out of control, but even so she had to admit that she would love to take that trim, hairless little stalk and suck and suck!
"It feels sorta funny, Mrs. Williams," the little boy whispered. His eyes were shut and instinctively he'd placed his hand on top of the woman's head and was holding it down as he fucked upward with his prick, sinking it all the way into her mouth. On the down stroke Carol could see the excited woman's wet tongue lick down at his balls and she could tell that Agnes wanted to suck his balls into her mouth as well! On the upstroke, the older woman's lips would purse tight, her cheeks would hollow as she applied a firm suction to the wet little stalk, "Ohhhh man, it feels real funny, what's happening?"
The boy's agonized moan seemed to spur the older woman on, she made soft grunting sounds as she bobbed faster and faster. Her long fingers dug in under the boy's balls and pressed firmly and almost instantly he gasped and stiffened out on the seat. Carol felt her own head jerk back in shock as she realized that the boy was shooting his semen into the greedy woman's mouth! ! !
Agnes groaned and pulled her head back a little, Carol could see her tongue, coated with white cum, flicking and jabbing at the underside of the boy's glans. "Aggghhhhhggg ! ! !" the boy groaned and the young brunette almost screamed with horror and excitement as she saw another thick spurt of his seed shoot into the open, waiting mouth! !
Agnes made a moaning, bubbling sound and her throat worked and from the way that her coated tongue worked around and around in her open mouth, Carol knew that the slut was savoring the taste of the innocent child's sperm! She hated and loathed Agnes Williams, but at the same time she stared hungrily at her and rubbed her beautiful body against a tree in a feeble attempt to satisfy her own sluttish desire!
Agnes still worked her finger in and out of her own dripping slot as she lifted her head away from the boy's wilting little prick, a thick strand of cum clung to the tip and swayed between it and the woman's lower lip, then it broke and dripped down on her chin. Agnes looked happy and almost beautiful as she stared at the boy. Her tongue worked around her lips catching the last stray drops of his ejaculation. Her smile was wide and pleased.
"Ooooooo, I just love it when a handsome young boy like you gives me his first big cum. It tastes so good, sweetheart." She stared at him for a few more moments than sighed and slipped her hand away from her pussy. "It was lovely; but it's getting late and you have to scoot and I have to be ready for my check. I'll think about you when I get home and can really make myself feel good."
For a few moments the dazed young policewoman didn't understand, then the fog in her mind cleared and she saw that the woman was helping the boy button his jeans. She suddenly realized that she couldn't let herself be caught here, rubbing against a tree like a wild animal. She couldn't let them catch her here at all!
As she slipped away from the trees and hurried back down the sidewalk, Carol was aware of the demanding, maddening frustration. Her pussy screamed for attention and release, but she didn't dare stay here, she couldn't bear it if the woman knew that she'd watched!
By letting the car roll, Carol just managed to get it started and drive by the other car as Agnes Williams stepped out and waved casually to her as she passed. Carol could hardly believe the calm, innocent look on the woman's face!!!
It took a few blocks before the beautiful young woman could gain enough control to handle the car, her mind was in a terrible spin and her hot little vagina squirmed and contracted in awful spasms of pure lust! "It can't go on like this," Carol whimpered, "it has to stop. I have to find a way to live with this!"
Still disturbed, Carol merely glanced at the next intersection by name and didn't notice the name of the guard and it wasn't until she got there that she realized that it was Jimmy Phillips' corner! Jimmy stood there, a sleepy smile crossed his face as he calmly sauntered over to her car and slipped in.
Carol stared in sick amazement at the boy as he smiled and patted her thigh. "Why don't you give me a ride home, Miss Davis. It isn't far and there's nobody else at home."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Following Jimmy's directions, Carol pulled the black and white down an alley and then into an open garage in the middle of the block, the boy stepped out and closed the doors behind them. The beautiful policewoman was amazed with her sudden ability to appear calm and cool. Her hands were steady, her eyes were dry and clear, there was no outward sign of the blind, screaming confusion that had control of her mind.
"This is better than parking out front. No nosey neighbors' questions to answer tomorrow," Jimmy said as he leaned against her door. Carol looked up at him and hated herself as a lewd flash of excitement ran through her veins. "Come on, we can go in through the back way."
Carol felt as if she was in a bad dream and couldn't wake herself, she allowed Jimmy to open her door and help her out. The touch of his fingers along her wrist made her nipples sting and grow harder.
"I . . . I really shouldn't . . ." She couldn't finish the sentence. What was left of her common sense tried to tell her to stop. There was still time to pull away, but the rest of her throbbed and pulsated in obscene anticipation. The fustration she'd felt watching Agnes Williams and that boy refused to allow her to stop.
Jimmy's backyard was fenced. Carol felt secure that no one could see them as they went in the back door. The lovely young woman peeked at the boy out of the corner of her eyes. He wasn't handsome really, but he seemed to exude a powerful, animal self confidence that turned her to jelly!
The instant that the back door was closed behind them, Jimmy's thin fingers tightened around her wrist and pulled. Thick desire flopped in Carol's belly as she was pulled back to him. Jimmy made no pretense of seducing her. His arms slipped around her waist and then tightened, pulling Carol's supple body up against him.
"Jimmy . . . Jim, its wrong. I can't let you. ." Her faint protest was stifled by the boy's firm, warm tongue. Carol didn't even struggle from the moment that the tip of the boy's tongue found hers. The woman's frail willpower disolved and she groaned as she let herself melt up against him, against the firm bulge in his tight jeans.
Jimmy's moving fingers destroyed what little resistance still remained in her. Carol gasped and sucked hard at his invading tongue as his fingers slipped down and gripped her firm ass! Each hand cupped a separate cheek and began to squeeze in an alternating rhythm, sending waves of delicious, sensous pleasure up her spine to further scramble her ability to think rationally.
The kiss broke as Jimmy began to thrust his pelvis at her. Carol felt the long, hard bulge rubbing against her belly and moaned as she began to whisper to the boy.
"Ohhhhhhh, my God, Jimmy, how did you learn to do this? Do you know what would happen to me if anyone found out about this?" The tall boy pulled her even tighter, making her rub the soft contours of her woman's body against him.
"Nobody's going to know," Jimmy murmured, letting one hand drift up and down her spine, touching her and teasing the sensitive flesh at the back of her neck. "No one will know. This is between the two of us, Miss Davis. No one else is ever going to know."
Carol shuddered violently as the boy's fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down. His warm fingers brushed across her bare flesh until they found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it. Ohhhh, it was so nice!
When Jimmy led her through the silent house, Carol made no effort to resist him. She knew what he was going to do to her and that was fine. It was what she wanted now, she had to have him!
"In here," the slender boy whispered as he pulled her through the door. A quick glance told her that this was the boy's room, pennants, model cars and planes on the shelves and hanging from the ceiling told her that. The toys reminded her that the male who was holding and dominating her was still a boy, nothing more than a child. But even the shame of that couldn't put out the flames that licked and worked between her shapely thighs!
"Oh Jesus!" That was all that Jimmy could say once he'd stripped the last of her clothing away. Carol knew that Jimmy's eyes were on her, knew that they were working slowly, deliberately over her and into every lush, secret curve and indentation.
A sweet, sleepy feeling of well-being began to work in Carol's blood. The shame and the fear dropped away and all she could think about was the lovely things that they were going to do together! In the back of her mind the young brunette knew that what they were doing was wrong, but that didn't even slow her down. Her career, her reputation, nothing mattered to her now.
The boy's fingers began to tug at his belt and Carol found herself moving forward. She brushed his hands away. "Let me take care of that, honey," the beautiful woman murmured. She felt like a slut doing a thing like this for the boy. But it also made her feel all warm and squirmy inside. In seconds Carol had his shirt undone and was working at his fly, jerking the belt open, tugging at the snap.
"Yeah, that's nice, I like personal service, Miss Davis. Makes me feel good." Carol knew that she should be offended by the boys snide remark but she almost had his fly open and that was the most important thing now! Jimmy seemed content to let her undress him. He made no effort to help her. Instead he let his fingers drift across her back, tracing invisable designs on her tingling flesh until the fingertips slipped under her arm and found a swaying, firm breast to caress and torment.
Carol moaned and shuddered as Jimmy pulled and twisted her dark red nipple. He held back from actually hurting her, but it was so close to the line that the little sensations of pain and pleasure mixed together until she couldn't tell them apart. "Unnnnggg it hurts, honey," the brunette whimpered, and then she managed to pull away from the pinching fingers by falling to her knees dragging his loose jeans with her.
In a few frantic seconds, Carol managed to pull the boy's jeans and his sandals off. All that the boy had on now was a pair of white shorts. They were tight and form fitting and she could see the long bulge made by his upright penis. Carol shuddered and felt the moisture oozing out of her ready pussy as she slipped her fingers inside the wide elastic band of his shorts and began to slowly pull them down. Jimmy's fingers teased at her ears and neck as she uncovered the crown of his hard young probe. The tip was a dark, pulpy red knob. Beneath that was a long, slim staff. As she bared his heavy balls, the young policewoman felt the teasing fingers tighten on either side of her head.
"Like what you see, Miss Davis? I sorta got the feeling that you were the kind of prissy cunt who just loved a hard cock when she thought that no one would find out what she was doing." Jimmy's voice had a sneer in it and the sound burned into her, but Carol couldn't protest. If it wasn't true, what was she doing on her knees with this child? "My cock isn't so thick, but I'm told that its long enough to ram up through you and pop out of your pretty mouth." Carol's eyes flicked up to meet Jimmy's for a few moments, but she couldn't stand the look of triumph on the boy's lean, homely face. Feeling shamed and humiliated, she let her gaze drop away until she was staring at the long, hard stalk of his penis again, it was only inches away from her lips and she almost cried as the obscene urge to tongue him came to her and made her mouth water!
As if he could read her mind, Jimmy inched a little closer to her, Carol felt the coarse, dark hairs of his balls brushing against her chin. "How about a little head, Miss prissy Davis?"
The fingers had a firm grip on her ears now and the beautiful young woman knew that she couldn't twist away, even if she wanted to and from the way that her tight quiver was contracting and the way that her love button was swelling and pressing out against her slick vulva, she was sure she didn't want to pull away.
The beautiful woman knelt there. She made no effort to escape when the fingers pulled at her ears and drew her face up close against him. The silky flesh of his glans brushed against her nose and cheeks before it pressed firmly against her parting lips. "Aw, come on, baby, I need it," the boy whispered in a commanding voice as he moved the tip of his cock against her lips again. Carol shuddered as she let her jaw go slack and felt the fat knob glide over her wet tongue until it bumped against the roof of her mouth. There was a salty, yeasty taste in her mouth. It spread along her tongue and between her teeth until she could taste nothing else! Carol's full lips pulled tight around the slim shaft and she sucked. It was awful, the taste of the boy, the feel of his smooth flesh invading her mouth, pressing against the opening of her throat, all of it was so awful and so lovely!
"Oooooo, I knew that you'd give good head, Miss Davis. Just looking at that mouth of yours gave me a hard-on the first time I saw you. I knew you'd be great!" His hands pulled her even closer, until Carol's forehead was brushing against his belly.
Being drawn forward like that had her off balance. To keep from falling, Carol had to slip both her arms around the naked boy's thighs and hold tight. The hands on her ears guided her, and soon the pretty brunette's head was bobbing up and down on the long, glistening stem. As she sucked and licked at the exciting rod, her dark eyes caught motion in a corner and for an instant she was terrified of being caught with him here like this. But then she realized that she was staring at a full length mirror on the closet door and the motion she saw was her own.
A thick, shameful wave of excitement stirred in her as Carol managed to focus on their image in the mirror. Jimmy stood tall over her. She watched his saliva-slick cock appear and disappear into her pouting lips. She could even see drops of her spittle running down over her chin and dripping from there to her thighs. Oh God it was so filthy, so animal! The beautiful brunette's hands stroked and massaged the tall boy's haunches as his hips jerked and moved, feeding his long sausage to her obedient mouth.
The sucking was driving her crazy. Carol imagined what the long thing working in and out of her mouth would be like in her pussy and her taut nerves screamed for release. She had to have him! When she managed to pull her lips away from him, she had to pause long enough to swallow the thick mixture of saliva and lubrication before she could speak. "Please, Jimmy, isn't that enough?" The boy only stared down at her, that sneering smile still in place. For some reason the boy's taunts and crude attitude excited her even more and she pressed up tight against his thighs, sensuously rubbing her firm, pointed breasts against him. "Please Jim, I can't wait any longer, darling. I can't!"
The boy seemed so tall, so sure of himself that it made Carol feel like a child, all her pride and self respect were stripped away and she groveled before him, begging for help.
"Of course, Miss Davis, I know what a nice lady like you needs," Jimmy said. A smile crossed his face that should have sickened her, but the young woman barely noticed it. Her attention was centered on the long, white probe that jutted out from his lean groin. "Come up here, on my bed," he whispered as he pulled Carol to her feet and helped her stand upright on quivering thighs.
The boy pulled her close and the lovely woman shamelessly pressed her curved, rounded body against him. Her hand groped between them until it found his throbbing hard-on, then greedily stroked it, trying to lure him onto the bed. But Jimmy wasn't through with her yet. Someone had found the sadistic streak in him and had taught him to use it like a razor!
"Do you want me to fuck you, Miss Davis? If you do you'll have to tell me about it. I'm just a dumb kid. You'll have to tell me to fuck you if you want it! His sharp fingernails dug into her arms and Carol moaned as she sagged against him. The young woman held his skinny dong upright and managed to rub it hard against her wet cunt before the pain of his
grip squeezed the words out of her.
"Awwww, Jimmy, don't . . . please, darling, fuck me. You know I want it. Put your lovely prick inside of me. I've been good, honey, I sucked you and everything so you have to fuck me!"
The filthy words struck sparks inside her sweating, jerking body. Carol thrust and ground herself against him as her vile thoughts set new fires between her shaking thighs.
Without warning, the boy turned her around and pushed her onto the bed, Carol had her hands and knees on the mattress and was about to turn when he stopped her. The beautiful brunette was bewildered at first and was going to turn and complain when she felt the boy's long pecker rubbing between the meaty cheeks of her bottom! She looked to her side and could see him in the mirror. Jimmy was standing on the floor, using the bed to bring her body up to his cock!
The pulpy knob of the glans had already found the slick opening to her cunt and Carol groaned as his hands dug into her hips and held her steady. "Please, baby, let me lay down. It's nicer for me that way," she moaned. "Don't do it to me like this."
"What's the matter, Miss Prissy? Hasn't anybody ever taught you to take it dog style?"
The boy panted and whispered as he lunged, the slim stalk forcing the tight walls of her pussy apart as he entered her. "You asked for a fuck bitch, so you take it!" Fingers pinched hard at the round globes of her buttocks, making her whine and wiggle helping him jam another two inches of his rigid pole into her!
"Unnnngghhh . . . all right," the beautiful woman moaned as the shame and pleasure swam and mixed in her brain, it was so wonderful having him use her. It made something deep inside of her purr happily as the humiliating penetration went on and on. "Fuck me any way you want, darling. I don't care." That was the final defeat, there was nothing left of the old Carol. She was empty. She'd become nothing more than a hollow cunt that slobbered and begged to be filled!
"Use your finger and play with yourself, I like to watch that!"
The filthy demand burned into the flesh of her labia and Carol's erect clit buzzed in delicious embarrassment as her stiff finger jabbed against the pebble hardness of her love bud!
Jimmy had managed to feed her tight sheath all of his long cock. Carol felt the pressure of the head against her heart and squealed as he jerked back until there was nothing inside her but the thick, flanged glans. Then his hips snapped forward, ramming back into her until she felt his furry balls banging against her splayed thighs.
"Owwwuuuggg!! It's so long!" The obscene whimper of delight echoed in her ears as Carol shook and wiggled her silky bottom against him, "Fuck me, boy. I love it like this!"
Jimmy responded by pressing against her cheeks, opening her wide to his attack. His thumbs rubbed and pressed hard against her wrinkled anus and the policewoman remembered what Agnes told her she was going to teach that other boy and she imagined what it would be like to take the boy's long prong in her there!
"You like it," Jimmy panted as he delivered a series of hard strokes against her body, making Carol's flesh ripple and shake in the collision of their naked bodies. Carol couldn't speak. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a deep, gutteral moan. "Yeah, you like it, your box is sucking at me like a pump, you phoney bitch!"
One of his thumbs slipped down and wet itself in the froth that bubbled out of her. Carol knew what was going to happen but even that didn't prepare her for the searing shock that raced up her spine as the lubricated thumb found the center of her anus and shoved past her clamped sphincter!!
"Ooooo, noooo," the woman moaned, her own finger trapped against her clit as the thumb wormed around and around in her sensitive anal opening. "Aggghhhh!! It hurts, honey. Please, baby, it hurts!"
Jimmy ignored Carol's feeble protest. His thumb dug deeper into her virgin rectum, sending obscene, perverted jolts of sensation through her. "What's the matter, Miss Davis? Hasn't anybody ever slammed their cock into your tight little asshole before?"
Carol whined and bucked under the double penetration. Despite the filthy things he was doing, her orgasm was welling up, threatening to tear her apart! Suddenly the thrusts came faster inside of her. Carol whined and writhed as the long stalk buried itself in her and hot jets of cum began to bathe her spasming vagina with sperm!!
"Owww, nooo, it's tooo much, Oh God, I . . . aaiiieeee!!" The awful climax tore at her frail grip on reality and Carol dissolved into a squealing, screaming mass of sensation. Her body jerked and writhed as it accepted his hot, teen-aged cum!!
Even afterward, when she lay face down on the bed with Jimmy laying on her, stirring his half hard prick in her, it wasn't done. The
madness, the mindless lust was still alive in her. "I can have you any, time, bitch. I can read you, Miss Phoney Bitch. I've got a pass key to your tight snatch, right?"
"Anyway, any time Jimmy," Carol whimpered. And the worst part about saying that was that it was true!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Moving carefully, deliberately, Carol slipped out of her parked car and locked it. But even that slow movement caused her full thighs to brush against each other, igniting a new shower of sparks inside of her lush body! A sharp thrill of pleasure stabbed along her spine and she had to stop and take a few deep breaths of the cool night air to stop the filthy thoughts and desires that rioted in her.
As she stood shivering in the dark, waiting for the obscene excitement to pass, Carol forced herself to think about other things. No one had noticed that she checked in late at the station. Of course, there had been the usual dirty stares and murmured comments but she'd been living with those stares since the day that she'd matured and grew the body
that tormented her now. Looking down, the confused young woman saw the dark outline of her full, highriding breasts and she remembered how Terry and Jake had gnawed and sucked at them and was shocked to find that she was irritated that Jimmy had only used them as an instrument of pain and humiliation when he'd taken her and used her!
The beautiful woman felt her confusion burn at her belly and she couldn't understand the awful changes that were taking place inside of her. You're risking your entire life, your career and your reputation with what you're doing, she told herself. But regardless of how true that was, she felt the strong core of resistance inside of her. Carol was frightened. Her new hungers and fascinations were growing stronger, pushing any logical, moral thoughts away, leaving her in the grip of their foul, greedy urgings!
Suddenly the night air seemed chilly and uncomfortable and Carol began to hurry toward her front door. She was only a few paces away when a shadow pulled out of the other shadows and moved toward her! A deep fear clawed at Carol's brain and it was all that she could do to keep from screaming and running away from the nameless fear that approached her.
As the beautiful woman stood frozen in place, the shadow turned into a human form, then the form turned into Terry White!
"Miss Davis? It's just me, Terry," the handsome boy whispered in the dark driveway. As he drew closer to her, Carol could see the concern in his eyes. "I'm sorry if I scared you . . . I was kinda worried when you didn't come by this afternoon and I found your address in the phone book."
He stopped for a moment and even in the gloom Carol knew that he was staring at her body. She couldn't stop the little shiver of pleasure that ran through her then. "I came over her to see if I could . . . talk to you. I didn't mean to scare you, honest." There was a new, warm tone in the boy's voice and he inched a little closer to her in the darkness.
Speechless, Carol clutched at Terry's hand until her heart began to beat normally again. Carol sighed as the fright ebbed away and she realized how good she felt standing close to the handsome boy like this. His body heat seemed to creep into her and the touch of his fingers on her forearm ignited the obscene fires of lust in her! This was insane. She could still feel the creamy slime of Jimmy's thick cum in her vagina. Yet just touching this boy set off new waves of desire inside of her!!
Wouldn't she ever get enough of the hard cocks that were pressing in on her from all sides? Wouldn't this filthy urge she had ever go away and let her live in peace the way that she wanted to?
"Why don't you come inside, Terry," the brunette murmured softly. She didn't want to call attention to the boy for fear that her neighbors might be watching. "You must be chilled, sitting here in the dark like this. Despite her fears of the neighbors, Carol felt daring enough to press against him for a moment and lightly brush her warm tits across his forehead as she pulled him through the door.
"Let me make sure that the drapes are pulled, Terry," Carol said once she could free herself from his clutching hands. A quick check showed her that the curtains were secure. But she only put on a small lamp in the corner. Just enough light to bathe the room in a soft, intimate glow.
Terry stood in the middle of the room, watching her as she put her sweater and purse away. Carol couldn't resist posing for him. When she moved she let her rounded hips sway and move enticingly. It gave her a certain daring pleasure to tease him like this! A furtive peek at the boy told her that she'd succeeded. His cock was already straining inside his jeans, begging her to take it out and give him the release he needed.
Suddenly the beautiful woman stopped playing and showing her body to him. She realized that Terry wasn't the only one that she'd managed to arouse. Between her own firm thighs her poor pussy was wet and pulsating with need!
Ohhh God, this is so wrong, the little voice whispered in her mind. But the voice of logic and morality was so faint and far away that it was easy to simply ignore it. Carol leaned against the door and smiled as she held out a smooth white hand. For the first time in her life she knew what she was doing. Everything was right. Everything was perfect!
"Come here, darling," Carol said. He was only a boy, a nice boy, and she could handle him. He didn't frighten her the way that the men did. "You didn't really come all the way over here to talk, did you ? I'd be insulted if that's all that you wanted from me."
Terry seemed surprised at her new attitude. He came to her. But he seemed nervous and hesitant as he took her hand. Carol's new confidence grew as she pressed her body against his. At the same time, her free hand slipped down between them and boldly cupped the tight crotch of his jeans! The boy's surprised sigh of pleasure made her knees tremble with excitement. This was lovely!
"Did you miss me, Terry," Carol asked, letting her lips brush across his ear. "Did you think about me today? Did you think about fucking me today? Did you think about what it was like to stick this nice, hard cock in me and make me squeal?" Terry's strong young hands found her and Carol sighed happily as they squeezed and explored her hot breasts and her firm, quivering bottom.
"Ohhh, Miss Davis, that's all that I've been thinking about!" Terry's confidence was growing too. Carol moaned happily as a daring hand darted between her thighs and squeezed the whole of her lube-slick pussy! "I've had a hard-on all day, I swear, it hasn't gone down even once, Miss Davis. It's driving me nuts!"
In seconds they were straining against each other's bodies, their hands exploring and touching, fanning their desires beyond reason and moral restraint.
"Ooooo, darling," Carol finally managed to whimper as she pulled her lips away from the boy's firm young tongue, "let's not stand here. I have such a nice big bed just a few feet away."
The beautiful brunette laughed breathlessly as Terry began to push her and she guided him toward her bedroom. They left the door open and the faint light from the living room was just perfect. It bathed them both in a soft glow that seemed to make everything closer, more intimate.
Terry's burning eyes never left her as he stripped his clothing from his body and Carol was pleasantly shocked to realize how exciting it was to slowly strip for him. The lovely woman forced herself to go slow. She stood before him dressed in nothing more than her sheer panties and bra. Deliberately, she unhooked her tight bra but held it up in front of her, only letting him catch quick glances of her swollen nipples as she dropped it then covered her shaking body with her arms crossed in front of her.
Terry was naked now and Carol couldn't resist focusing her dark eyes on his thick, upright cock! Just looking at the firm, white stalk was turning her into jelly, but she forced herself to go on playing with him, making the hard pole that grew out of his smooth groin jerk and drip thick drops of lube from the pulpy, red crown.
"I thought about you, too, Terry," Carol whispered as he came closer to her. She let her arms drop, her hands cupped protectively over her swollen mound. "I would think about feeling your big prick slipping in and out of me and I'd wet my panties! Isn't that awful, Terry?" she whispered as he bent his head and began to suckle at one of her pointed nipples. The boy's blind fingers searched across her shaking, velvety belly, looking for the waistband of her skimpy panties. "Isn't that awful, a grown woman all wet and dripping because she thought about your big, hard penis inside of her?"
Carol's fingers tightened around his heavy shaft and Terry snorted as he lunged forward! The boy's rush toppled the panting policewoman. She fell backward onto the bed, dragging him with her!
"Ohhhh, Miss Davis, I can't wait!!!" Terry managed to pull himself upright long enough to drag Carol's wet panties down over her eager thighs and toss them across the room before her clutching fingers caught him and pulled his strong body between her splayed thighs. The beautiful young woman's fingers guided the thick glans inside her bubbling slot until it found and plugged the tight oval opening of her slick vagina!
"Unnnggghhh, oh darling boy, that's wonderful! Go slow, Terry, darling. Make it last as long as you can." Carol felt like a drunken whore as she wiggled her firm ass cheeks against the crisp sheets, but the sharp movements of her pelvis helped him penetrate her. She felt his fat stem slipping into her, using Jimmy's sperm as an added lubricant! Instead of feeling ashamed, Carol wiggled even harder, loving the idea that she'd been able to attract two hard young pricks in just one day!
"Ooooo, what a lovely big cock you have, darling." Carol wantonly licked at Terry's ear as she whispered to him. Obeying a lewd impulse, the young woman reached under her shaking bottom and managed to find his swaying balls, she let them roll back and forth over her fingers, some of her frothing juice had wet the firm orbs and she rubbed the sticky fluid all over him, making his testicles feel slick and oily as she gently pressed them between the crack of her silky cheeks. Terry moaned and bucked, driving his thick rammer even deeper into her greedy body.
"You feel so tight, oh man, it feels so goooood ! ! !"
The moaning woman felt the greased probe sluice in and out of her gripping sheath. Her fingernails dug deep into his flesh as her strong, smooth thighs crossed and locked over the back of his muscular thighs. She held him still, forced him to stop and wait until their spasms faded. It was so beautiful that she never wanted him to cum. She wanted him hard and thrusting inside of her forever!
"Wait, sweet boy, don't cum yet," Carol begged. After a few more shaking strokes of his pulsating cock, she managed to hold him still. Carol lay panting under Terry's sweating body. She felt crushed and impaled and, for the first time in her life, she really wanted to be taken and used! For the first time in her life she truly understood!
"Do you like fucking me, darling? Is it nice having your thick cock splitting me open like this?" She used the words on purpose, loving the icy chills they sent spitting up and down her spine. "Tell me what you thought about me today, Terry. I want to hear. Tell me about the things you wanted to do to me!" Carol felt the boy shiver and for a moment was afraid that she excited him again. But then he began to whisper in her ear, the words and his hot breath combined to force her lush, curved body to squirm under him.
"Ohhhh shit, I can't tell you all the things I thought."
Carol's nails scratched at him again, demanding that he speak.
"Aggghhh . . . Okay! I wanted to find you and drag you someplace and make you suck me off!!!" Carol couldn't stifle the squeal of erotic pleasure that oozed out of her, her sharp pelvis began to move up and down on the boy's fat pole, dragging the words out of him.
"I saw a picture once of a man putting his . . . prick in a lady's . . . ass!" The words stung her, set little icicles of fear through her bubbling blood-stream! "I'd think about your big soft ass and I'd almost shoot just thinking about what it would be like to put it in there, about fucking you in the ass . . ."
"Ohhhhhh God, baby," Carol managed to moan as his filthy words lashed at her like a whip. The policewoman gurgled as her supple body bucked under him, her rounded belly slipped against his, her hands scratched at his muscular buttocks, making him lunge at her, making him drive his swollen wedge into her until she was sure that he was ripping her apart!
Terry gasped as Carol clamped her tight sheath around his plunging stalk. "Christ, Miss Davis, it feels like you're sucking it, oohhhh, I . . . OH DAMN ! ! !"
"Ohhhhh, darling," Carol screamed in a thin, breathless voice. The lovely boy shook out of her grip and slammed himself at her. His weight drove the breath out of her and shook her until she thought she'd faint. His muscular chest mashed and scrubbed her burning titties, making her moan and squeal again and again. "Oh my God, I'm cummmminngggg ! ! !" Carol moaned and squealed happily as an orgasm swept up over her and sent her spinning and gasping into the dark velvet void of ecstasy!!!
"Unnngggg! I . . . can't hold it any longer," Terry gasped as his thick slab of meat beat her into total, squealing submission. Carol groaned and spread herself wide under him as the first hot gush of his seed boiled up against the gulping throat of her womb.
Her whole body, her entire being felt oiled by the flood of thick semen that seeped through her. But Carol wasn't satisfied. The last delicious jolts of her orgasm were still nipping at her as she knelt beside the panting boy. Her fingers found his slippery, half-hard pecker and began to urgently tug and massage it.
"Oooo baby, get hard again, right now," Carol begs. "I need it so much, sweetheart. Don't go soft now !" Terry groaned as she passionately chaffed his cock between her palms. She felt it grow a little and bent over him. She could feel the boy's excited eyes on her as her wet tongue snaked out and began to lap at the cum streaked head of his cock. She tasted his thick, yeasty semen and shuddered happily as she took all of his growing prong in her mouth. The pearly drops of cum swirled around her busy tongue and the beautiful woman couldn't understand why sucking cock had ever seemed wrong to her before. It made her come alive, it made her feel meek and obedient to carefully suck and lick at Terry's swelling instrument! The hard shaft grew in the tight oval of her bubbling lips and made her feel complete, like a woman!
Once she was sure that the gleaming stalk couldn't get any bigger or harder, Carol let it pop free of her sucking lips. She didn't even pause to wipe her dripping lips and chin as she sprawled on her belly beside the boy.
"Hurry, honey. Climb up behind me," the beautiful policewoman moaned as she drew her knees up under her, leaving her torso laying flat as she elevated her round bottom for him. "Ooooo, baby, put it back in me," she begged her handsome teen-aged stud.
Terry was topping her in an instant. The young brunette sighed happily as his searching cock found her hole and slipped back into her lubricated, dripping quiver.
"Awwwuuuggg . . . yes!!! It feels so big going in me like that," Carol panted over her shoulder. Terry just grunted as she shook her white ass against his lean belly, helping him feed her demanding body his powerful trunk of swollen gristle. "Unnngggg Jesus," Carol gasped as he sank into her to the balls. A new twisted desire began to boil in her. Carol's mind was numb, she couldn't tell right from wrong anymore. All she could do was act to obey the lust that shook and moved in her!
"Here baby," the young woman groaned as she guided one of Terry's hands back to her jerking buttocks. "Put two fingers in me there, darling. I'm afraid to let you really do it now, but touch me. Help me want you in my ass!!!"
Terry trembled and shook as he let her dip his fingers into the thick froth that ringed the lips of her clutching sheath then press them against her tight little anus! They both groaned and shuddered as his greased fingers slipped past her puckered ring and squirmed in her heated rectum!!!
"Agggguuuggghhh," the beautiful brunette grunted, she arched her back and slammed her tortured body back against the fingers, forcing them in all the way to the knuckles! "Oooo God, boy that's so dirty," she whimpered as a perverted storm of erotic desire boiled up in her. "Push harder, darling. Make it loose and ready. Soon baby, soon you can do it to me. But I'm so afraid!!!"
CHAPTER NINE
The sound of laughter and the whir of a lawnmower outside her window pulled Carol out of her deep, relaxed sleep. For a few moments the lovely young woman stared in horror at the clock. She should have been at work hours ago! Then she fell back against the pillow with a sleepy groan. It was Saturday. No school, no work on Saturdays. She could sleep as long as she wanted!
Carol closed her dark eyes and tried to slip back to sleep, but it was too late. The drowsiness had left her and she was wide awake. The lovely young woman stretched and sighed, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets against her sleepwarm flesh. Her dark red nipples tingled and grew sharp as uninvited bits and snatches of what had happened the night before flitted across her mind.
Carol tried to feel the shame and humiliation that she knew should be there. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find the emotions inside of her and couldn't stop the soft little smile that teased and pricked at the corners of her mouth.
The lovely woman was aware of the new confidence, aware of the new self that was growing inside of her and wondered where that self was taking her? Without realizing it, Carol allowed one hand to press against the dark tangle of her pubic hair as she thought about Terry White. There were dried, crusty patches in the curls and she knew that they were spots of the boy's dried cum! A warm flush covered her when she remembered how tired and satisfied she'd been when he finally had to leave. She couldn't even pull herself out of bed to wash and had gone to sleep leaving his sperm drying on her!
"Ohhhh, you darling boy," she whispered to her lover's memory as it slipped through her brain. "I wish you were here now. I wish that it was your big dong that was rubbing at me right now. Wouldn't that be a lovely way to start the day?" Carol looked down at herself in vague surprise and watched one slim finger parting the matted hairs and dip into her damp slot.
"Hmmmmm that's nice, darling," she murmured as a fresh fantasy caught her, sending warm shocks of pleasure through her soft body as she imagined the handsome teen-ager riding tall and eager over her yielding body.
Carol's sleepy eyes caught sight of herself in the mirror over the dresser and she watched as her firm, supple body twisted and lifted under the insistant probe of her finger. She spread her thighs wider and lifted her bottom higher so that she could see each motion of her finger as it flicked and pressed against her swelling clit, feeding new fires of desire inside of her.
But, even as she was enjoying herself, a tiny part of Carol's mind was still functioning. She still had a frail claw-hold on reality. What's going to happen if I get caught with him? What will I do if someone finds out about Terry or Jimmy and learns about the things I've been doing with them? Just thinking about that sparked the fear that had been lurking in the back of her mind. A chill danced down her spine and the excited woman suddenly jerked her guilty finger away and sat up.
"I couldn't stand it, I'd die of shame," Carol whispered into the mirror. But her image couldn't respond or soothe the guilty fears that tormented her. I've got to talk with someone, someone who understands what's happening to me! The answer was plain, but she tried to avoid it for a few more moments. There was only one person that she could talk to about this, Doris Abels!
As she dressed, Carol refused to let herself imagine what was going to be said when she had to confess her problem to the older woman. She didn't want to think of how embarrassing and painful it was going to be to admit that they shared this perverted lust for boys! She paused at the door only long enough to check the woman's home address then she hurried out.
Carol forced herself to look calm and serene as she went down the driveway. She was so intent on controlling the conflicting emotions inside of her that she didn't notice the man standing near her car. Her hand was already on the handle when his dry voice shocked her out of her daze.
"Hello, Davis. We were just coming to invite you out for a drive." Carol froze in place and stared in dazed confusion at Sergeant Miller!!! The tall man grinned at her as he stepped a bit closer. He wore civilian clothes this morning. But he still carried himself erect, as if he wore an invisible uniform.
"We've been to a little all night party, honey. And we got to thinking about you and how lonely you must be, living all alone here the way that you do."
He'd gestured over his shoulder and Carol's eyes followed the hand to see Officer Brown sitting behind the wheel of an old station wagon. A thin trickle of fear leaked down her spine and Carol would have turned and run if Miller hadn't caught her by the wrist and held tight. He grinned again and she could smell the whisky on his breath as he spoke again.
"Come on, Officer baby. A pretty little pussy like you has to have a man once in a while so why not have the two of us?" There was no question in her mind what they intended. Carol could read it in their smirking faces. But still she couldn't find the courage to try and twist away from Miller and run. Fear mixed with a nasty, swirling excitement and the sensations boiled inside of her lush belly until she was powerless! She barely resisted as he shoved her into the station wagon.
"There now, isn't this nice?" Sergeant Miller chuckled as Brown pulled the wagon away from the curb and shot up the street. Carol sat between the men, painfully aware of their warm, male bodies on either side of her. Brown's glance flickered down to her bare thighs from time to time as he drove and she wished she'd choosen a longer skirt when she'd dressed.
"She is pretty, isn't she, Brown?" The beautiful young woman heard the tall man beside her chuckle and felt him edge a little closer to her on the seat, trapping her between them.
"You were right about one thing, Officer Brown," Miller said in a laughing voice. "Miss Davis here has one tight little snatch. But you don't know the half of it. You only got a finger in it. You should see how good it feels to slap a cock into her!" Miller's teasing, filthy words brought back sharp memories and Carol shivered as she remembered what it was like to be with him. "You should hear her yell and moan when you feed it to her, Brown. Officer Davis is the hottest piece of ass in the precinct!"
The filthy, humiliating words swirled around her and sucked at her. Carol tried to feel indignant, but she couldn't even muster enough resistance to call him a liar. Everything he said was true and she couldn't deny it!
She hadn't paid any attention to the direction that Brown was taking. She didn't have to because she knew where they were taking her and when the tires crunched to a stop in the little clearing, she barely noticed. While they were driving, Miller had calmly pulled her short skirt up over her thighs and was stroking her quivering flesh. The backs of his hairy knuckles brushed against the tight crotch of her filmy panties.
"What do you think, Officer Brown? Is she pretty enough for us? Shall we give her the honor of taking both of our hard cocks?" Carol hated herself, but she couldn't resist the impulse to turn and look at the handsome young officer to see what he would say. She was just in time to see his tanned hand descend on her other thigh and began to squeeze her sensitive flesh.
"Ohhhhh . . . please I . . . can't . . . not with both of you," her breathless protest slipped out of her as Brown and Miller slowly pulled her shaking thighs apart. Carol watched helplessly as Miller forced her blue panties aside and pressed a rude finger into her slick, wet groove. "Unnnggghhh . . . Oh.. God, please don't," the beautiful woman groaned as he teased her.
"She's pretty enough for us, Sarge. I vote that she be allowed to fuck us. She's worthy of the honor," the young man said in mock solemnity. Carol was going to protest again, but Sgt. Miller cut her off, treating her like a thing rather than a person.
"Get the blanket. The chick and I'll find the place."
While the younger officer rummaged in the rear of the wagon, Sgt. Miller pulled her out of the front seat. Carol felt weak and helpless.
She knew that she should try to stop them. But it was all so unreal that she couldn't decide how to do it. It was unreal except for the hard, eager contractions that were tying her ready sheath in knots!
As he pushed her ahead of him through the trees, Miller spoke to her and his sly, dirty words stung her and cut away at what little was left of her self respect. "Don't worry, cunt. You can take the two of us. Remember, I know you. When you're boiling like this you could take on a regiment!" Carol whimpered and tried to turn to face him, but he roughly pushed her around again, then slapped her hard on the bottom to keep her moving.
"Don't try to fool me, slut," Sergeant Miller said in a suddenly hard and demanding voice. "No matter what you say you can't get enough cock, baby, so just relax and enjoy it!"
Carol's anger flared up, but died in the next instant. It was hopeless. She could hear Officer Brown coming along behind them and just knowing how close she was to two hard erections made her insides melt and drip down out of her parted cunt folds!
"Spread the blanket under the tree."
Carol heard Sergeant Miller giving orders and stood passively, like a person in a trance. Then he was back beside her. His lean hands ran up and down over her body, pressing into every private, hidden curve and opening. The beautiful young woman heard her own voice making low, moaning sounds and felt her muscles grow taut and firm as she pressed herself against the hands.
"Strip out of your things, honey," the evil, demanding voice hissed in her ear as a finger wiggled between the clenched cheeks of her bottom, making her thin panties stick in there. "There're two juicy cocks here for you to service. Hurry up."
The voice seemed to set off springs and locks inside of her. Carol didn't want to do it but she felt her fingers plucking and jerking at her buttons and her zippers as she began to strip. The two men were standing before her and the beautiful young woman could feel their filthy eyes worming over her flesh and the sensation made goose-bumps pop out on her as she bent forward and slipped her ruined, soiled panties down over her foot and tossed them on the pile of her things. As she stood up she felt her lips pull back away from her teeth in a tense smile and almost cried with shame as her warm hands slipped up under her aching breasts and cupped them, holding them out to the two evil men who watched her as she passively debased herself for them.
A pair of hands helped her lay flat on the blanket. Carol stared up at them and watched in silent horror as they both tore free of their clothing. Officer Brown was the first one stripped and he knelt beside her on the blanket. Carol stared at the handsome man's hard penis and couldn't resist the impulse to slip her fingers around the thick shaft and squeeze. She saw him shudder and felt the meaty thrust of his prick as his hips jerked forward fucking her sweating palm. He reached down and gently brushed her tangled hair away from her eyes and suddenly everything seemed so nice, so lovely!
Carol's taut muscles relaxed and she began to excite herself by wiggling on the blanket, letting his heavy pole of flesh poke and thrust at her. Another pair of hands began to stroke and pinch at her heavy breasts from behind and Carol realized that Miller was on the blanket as well, kneeling behind her, rubbing his massive penis between her shoulder blades as he played with her shaking body.
"That's the way, girl," Miller whispered as his hands roamed over her. "See? It isn't so bad is it? Two cocks are just twice as much fun as one, baby. Double your pleasure, that's all." The lean, older man began pressing at the back of her head. Carol's heart fluttered in her chest as she allowed him to push her forward until her freshly lipsticked mouth brushed against Brown's fat cock. The feel of the second hard stalk making long, fucking strokes between her shoulder blades was driving her crazy, she'd do anything for them now.
"Suck him honey, show us how happy you are that we thought of you and came by to pick you up." Thick drops of lube were oozing out of the young man's prick as Carol's lips pressed against him. The drops clung to her mouth and her cheeks as she nuzzled the firm meat that she still held upright before her. The excited young woman heard the handsome young officer sigh happily and felt his strong thighs shake as Sergeant Miller forced her head forward until her ovaled lips slipped over the pulpy crown! Carol didn't hesitate for a second. There was no more time for thinking and worrying. She clamped her lips tight around him and her cheeks hollowed as she applied the suction to the luscious stem.
"Ohhhh, yeah, that looks good, girl. Looks to me like you love eating cock. Let's see if we can't find something else that you'll like."
Carol whimpered with excitement as strong hands lifted her and set her on her knees. As she had been forced forward, Miller's heavy cock had been pulled down her spine and now it nestled between her fleshy buttocks. She was on her hands and knees between them. Officer Brown was guiding her head up and down his wet cock as Sergeant Miller slipped in behind her, centering his thick dong between the frothing lips of her pussy.
"Do you like this, baby? Will this keep you happy while you take care of my good buddy?" As he whispered to her, the older man's hands caught hold of her swelling hips and held her steady as he began to force the swollen knob and fat shaft of his big cock into her from the rear. Carol felt the moan of pleasure bubble out around the handsome man's cock as she wiggled her bottom in lewd circles for the other.
Deep inside of her head, the beautiful young woman heard the last faint protest of her logical mind: How could she like this? How could she willingly allow these two drunken animals to take her and use her like this? The thick, spreading sensation engulfed her as Miller managed to fill her entire, tight vagina with his cock, and that was enough of an answer. They weren't just using her, she was using them as well and it didn't matter how they treated her as long as they gave her these lovely cocks!!!
The handsome young man held her head in both hands and was jerking and thrusting his cock at her face as Carol felt a sharp stinging sensation as a finger rubbed hard against her exposed anus. "Ohhhh damn she's tight," Sergeant Miller moaned as he sawed his prong in and out of her wet cunt. "Her mouth's tight, her cunt's tight and I'll bet that this pink little ass-hole is the tightest of them all!" The finger stung her again and in spite of her efforts, Carol felt it slip past her sphincter muscle and wiggle inside her.
"What do you say old buddy? Shall we sandwich this lovely young thing? I'll bet that she'd just love having the both of us in her at the same time!" The monstrous words rang and clattered in Carol's whirling mind. She understood what he was saying, but even then she couldn't believe that they would really do an awful thing like that to her. Then the slick penis in her mouth backed off, leaving her noisily sucking at air for an instant and she heard the younger man's nasty chuckle and felt his hands pressing her back on the rumpled blanket.
"Ohhhh, please, I . . . you'll hurt me that way. No one has ever touched me there. I couldn't take either of you in there!"
Sergeant Miller pulled her down and roughly jerked his fat wedge free of her clamped pussy. Carol whimpered with pain and couldn't resist as he lay flat and then pulled her over on top of him. Officer Brown's hands helped her spread her shaking thighs and pushed her back down on Miller's heavy pole. "Take it easy, honey," the young man whispered as he got behind her, dragging his spit-slicked cock across the backs of her shaking thighs. "Just relax and take it. Some chicks I've known say it's the greatest!!!"
"Unnnggghhhh aggghhh," Carol groaned as she was forced to sit hard on the prong that was in her, taking the massive rod of flesh in her pussy all the way to the balls. Sergeant Miller's strong hands caught her shoulders and pulled her forward, raising her shaking, unprotected bottom to the man that knelt behind her.
"Come on, Brown, hurry up. I want to hear this prissy bitch howl when she gets that cock of yours in her tail!
CHAPTER TEN
"Ohhhhh noooooo, please don't," the beautiful brunette moaned as the younger man's pulpy glans began to press firmly against her puckered anal opening. Carol shivered as she felt the saliva slick knob press into the center of the tight little rosebud. "Don't . . . don't make me do this . . . ." The handsome young policeman ignored her feeble pleas and kept pressing forward. Each ounce of pressure weakened her and wedged the firm crown of flesh further into her.
"Relax, baby, you're gonna love it. You're going to pop like a firecracker when you get used to this." Carol's swimming eyes focused on the lean, frightening man beneath her and she couldn't deny the awful, obscene spark that was burning in her as she searched his
cold eyes for a tenderness that wasn't there. Sergeant Miller grinned at her and started a series of powerful, upward thrusts that drove the breath out of Carol's tortured body as his huge penis forced ever deeper inside of her gushing cunt. "Shake your sweet ass, honey. It'll make it nice for all of us. Wiggle and jerk, baby. That's what you're here for." The older man's lean fingers pinched painfully at her firm buttocks and the lovely young brunette groaned as her body reacted. She shook and rotated her stinging bottom, making the hard shaft in her pussy roll and stir her internal organs until she wanted to scream!
"Agggghhhh . . . you're so big," Carol moaned happily at the grunting man beneath her. She began mashing her pelvic arch against the rock-hard base of his heavy cock. The sharp, demanding movements that she made were a mistake. For those wonderful moments, she'd forgotten about the second man who was using and tormenting her and her frenzied writhing had opened her upturned anus to him and his punishing prick! "Unnngggg . . . it's so . . . ohhhHHH ! !" Her fevered whispers became a thin, shaking scream as Officer Brown's slick glans forced past her puckered ring of muscle and invaded the heat and bubbling grip of her virgin rectum!!!
"Awwww . . . . Oooooo, it's too big!!! Take it out, ohh please take it out of me before you tear me. Ohhhh God!!!" Carol's whimpering moan rang in her ears. But neither man paid her the slightest attention. Sergeant Miller continued to slam his thick cock in and out of her. Torturing her with the delicious sensations as his gnarled shaft pulled and scrubbed against the slick walls of her sheath. Carol moaned and pulled back from the obscene delights of his monster as her rockhard little clit was mashed flat against him. Her quivering bottom bucked backward and Carol moaned again as she collided with the awful pole of flesh that was violating her rectum!
While his hands teased and excited her, Officer Brown's panted comments stung and lashed at her, leaving Carol confused and ashamed. But, despite the shame, she couldn't deny the twisted pride she felt when she heard his nasty words. "Auuugggg, damn she's tight! You wouldn't believe it, Sarge. It feels like her ass is trying to suck my cock off at the root!"
The handsome young man behind Carol held the fleshy cheeks of her bottom wide as he strained and thrust, trying to fill her stinging anal passage with his bloated cock. Carol whined as he gained another half an inch, stretching her even wider! Carol could feel her tormented muscles clamping and squeezing at both of the meaty cocks that filled her and she experienced a fierce moment of pleasure when she heard the men moan as her body fought back. But Sergeant Miller's laughing, tormenting voice killed her self-confident feeling and brought her back to earth.
"How about it, bitch? How do you like getting double fucked now?" Carol shuddered violently as she looked down at Miller and saw the sadistic light glinting in his eyes. For a moment the beautiful victim refused to answer the cruel question, but the older man began pinching and slapping at her quivering cheeks and the fresh mixture of pain and sensual pleasure forced the guilty words to come gushing out of her!
"Unnnngggg, Ohhhh God, it's wonderful!!! I've never felt anything like it in my whole life!" The man behind her thrust again, jamming more meat into her steaming bowels. "Awwwuuugggg! ! ! It's so big, it's splitting me apart ! ! !" She was behaving like a low, mindless whore, but she couldn't help herself. Carol gave a throat-tearing scream as Sgt. Miller's thick stem found her bubbling clit and Brown's swollen pecker slowly pressed forward into the yielding circle of her anus. She felt filled to the bursting point. There wasn't any more room in her tortured openings, but still they came on!
"Look at her fuck, old buddy, look at this phoney little bitch roll her fat ass for us. She's got a mile of cock stuck in her and she's trying for more! I was right, kid. Every woman alive is a greedy sow like this one. All you've got to do is find their handle!"
Carol heard the degrading words, but didn't protest. Her tongue was protruding from her open mouth as if that would make more room inside of her for cock. Her fingers and toes were clawing at the blanket in an attempt to help ease the thick, stretching feeling that was driving her mad! Carol heard Miller's insulting, vile comments. But she didn't answer because she was far too busy being the greedy sow that he said she was to protest!
"It's all the way in. Goddamn Sarge, it feels like she's trying to chew it off with her ass!"
Carol squealed and writhed as Brown's long cock began to back away from her then press in again, starting the slow, maddening movements of her first act of sodomy. The older man responded by stepping up his pace, making his wrist-thick shaft pop and gurgle in her stuffed cunt.
Each stroke was worse than the one before, each movement of the two shafts in her made Carol wail and lose more of her grip on sanity. The strange, thick pain swirled in her and Carol wanted to die as she felt the tiny seed of pleasure sprout and grow inside of her. The twisted, insane pleasure she felt began to feed on the raw pain, growing stronger and more real with each body shaking stroke of the punishing cocks!
"I won't like it," the beautiful young woman told herself fiercely. "This is vile and unnatural and they can't make me like it!" But, even as she tried to tell herself that, the delicious waves of pleasure were making a foolish liar out of her.
"Awww God, do it harder," Carol hissed over her shoulder. The handsome man behind her didn't react fast enough and she bucked her sweating body back against him, a bubbling moan tore at her throat as she felt the hard prick widen her a little more as it stirred deep in her bowels. "Ooooo fuck, go on that's why you brought me here isn't it? Well, go on and fuck me!!!"
The lean man beneath her chuckled as he pulled her down and stopped her taunting words with a hard, lip mashing kiss. Carol sucked at the thick tongue that invaded her mouth, her body jerked and flopped between them, driven forward by a powerful thrust into her stretched anus then thrown back by a splitting lunge from the cock in front. As they kissed, Miller's hands explored her shaking, naked body, pinching and spanking her, pulling and twisting her hard nipples until she groaned against his tongue and shook her white buttocks in lewd invitation.
"Auuuggghhh . . . Ohhh I'm gonna cum, Sarge, I can't stop it, she's so tight!!!" Roman candles of sensation whipped along her nerves as Carol felt the thick prong swell even larger. The beautiful woman heard and felt the man's belly slapping against her upturned cheeks and screamed as she felt the hot blast of his thick cum squirting into her. The sticky semen soothed the pain, oiled the firm tube of flesh and gristle that still plunged and jerked in the frantic, sucking grip of her bubbling anus!
"Ohhhh . . . Oh God Nooooo ! ! !" Carol felt sick with shame as the first waves of her orgasm stunned her. For an instant the overheated woman tried to stop it. But it was too late. She couldn't hide her awful, powerful pleasure from her attackers. "Unnnggg . . . aaiiieeeee ! ! !" It was so foul, so low to climax after what they'd done to her. But her body didn't feel the shame and the humiliation. All it felt was the thick, choking joy that made her squeal and jerk between them like a demented puppet.
"Yeah, that's the way, baby. Ride me, spin that tight snatch on my cock!" Sergeant Miller's voice sounded dim and far away. Carol
barely felt the sting of the spanking that he was giving her, but she obeyed him just the same. The man behind her had pulled away and Carol could shake and roll her hips freely. The panting brunette was aware of the hollow, stretched feeling of her poor, torn anus and she was ashamed of how excited it made her to feel the thick cum oozing out and dripping from her there. She was so distracted by the sensations that tore at her that she was surprised when she felt the warm gush of Miller's offering fill her greedy cunt. But she meekly jerked and slammed herself down on him, helping him enjoy his animal orgasm ....
"See you tomorrow, Davis. I've got something special in mind for you, you'll love it." Carol stood beside her car on shaking legs as she watched the station wagon pull away, taking her attackers out of sight. Tomorrow, what would he want from her then? Was there anything of her left for Miller to take?
Moving slowly, aware of the stinging pain inside of her, Carol got behind the wheel and started her car. I've got to talk to her. I don't care if she is, a slut. She's the only person alive that can understand what's happening to me. She's the only one who can tell me what to do!
By the time that she found the house, Carol was afraid that she was going to faint. Her bottom ached and stung and she felt funny inside, as if the awful fucking she'd been given had torn something. The beautiful brunette forced herself out of the car and up the walk, making herself move, willing herself to ignore the pain and the humiliation that she felt.
"My God, honey, what's the matter?"
Carol looked down at the little blonde in vague surprise. She didn't even remember ringing the doorbell. Doris slipped a comforting arm around Carol's waist and helped her into the living room. "What's the matter, girl, tell me!" Carol felt the tears scalding her eyes as she heard herself begin to babble and spill the entire sordid mess out of her, like ridding herself of a poison.
". . And then they just dumped me off, like a whore that they were finished with. What am I going to do, Doris? You've got to tell me!!!" Carol lay face down on the bed. Her soiled clothing lay on the chair beside her. She sighed as the warm washcloth wiped away some of the filth and pain.
"I can't tell you, baby. Everyone has to find their own answers. But I can help you think it out. You're not the first woman who ever found herself in a thing like this."
Carol was about to turn and answer the older woman when she felt warm hands spread her battered cheeks and there was the gentle pressure of a finger against her burning anus. "Just relax, honey. This is a salve. It will take the sting out," Carol bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame as she had to allow the woman to tend to her there. "That dirty bastard should have used something on you, darling," Doris said softly as she worked the soothing jelly into Carol's bottom. "If he'd used something it would have been nicer for you. Believe me, I know!"
Carol was still blushing when Doris Abels finally allowed her to roll over and lay on her back. The young brunette stared at the pretty blonde as she wiped her hands on a towel. Doris saw the questioning look in the dark eyes and smiled.
"It's all right, baby. I'm glad that you came to me. I understand, really I do. Remember that I told you how up-tight I was before I found my answer? I know what you're going through and the only thing that I can tell you is to look at yourself honestly and learn to understand and like yourself. You have needs just like everyone else, darling, and you're the only one in the whole world who really knows what it takes to satisfy them."
The little blonde shifted on the bed and pulled the edges of her robe together, for the first time the younger woman realized that her friend wasn't dressed. "Were you getting dressed to go out? I hope I didn't hold you up."
Doris looked sharply at her for a moment then smiled. "No, my husband is out of town this week and I was just doing a little . . . special entertaining." Her sly grin finally broke through the haze that still fogged Carol's mind and she flushed as she sat up in the bed. "It's okay, darling, Your problem is more important. Besides, he's such a sweet, horny little boy, the wait is doing him some good." Carol would still have tried to get up if Doris hadn't gripped her shoulder painfully and shook her. "There you go again. What's the matter with you dear? Why do you act like this whenever someone brings up the subject of sex?" She paused a moment then another slyer smile worked at her full lips.
"Carol, you've told me that you share my taste in boys, haven't you?" The young brunette felt herself blush, but she nodded. She might as well start being honest right now. "Well, why be shy about what you like, darling? Why not join in and see how lovely it can be, teaching a nice boy like Davey how to make love," She turned, her hands pulling at the ties of her robe as she did. "Come in here, honey. It's all right. She won't bite you. Come on in and meet another lady who's going to be nice to you."
Carol lay stiffly on the bed as Doris stripped the robe from her arms and moved to the door to pull an embarrassed and naked boy into the room. The beautiful young brunette didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure that she could go through with it. But then her dark eyes found his stiff little prick and before she even knew that she was going to do it, her hand reached for it.
"Come in beside me, darling, I'm so glad to meet you."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The boiling jets of the shower stung her, but Carol wanted it that way. She was trying to hurt herself. Trying to wash away the shame and the obscene lust she felt whenever she thought of Doris Abels, the lovely boy and the afternoon they'd spent together.
Isn't he sweet, darling? Look how his hard little prick jerks when I kiss it. Carol shivered despite the heat of the shower when she remembered how Doris had pulled the boy's erect prick to her lips and sweetly kissed it. She tried not to remember how jealous and excited she'd been and how she'd pushed the blonde aside so that she could share the taste of the firm little penis.
"Well, why not?" Carol muttered aloud as she stepped out of the shower and began to roughly towel herself. "Why should I be ashamed, I like boys? I know that now, and Doris knows it. Why shouldn't I have enjoyed him?" Carol believed that. But there was still the feeling of doubt and fear inside of her. What if Davey told someone the dirty little games she and Doris had taught him? The lovely young policewoman shuddered when she imagined what would happen to her if someone found out!
Carol scrubbed the towel against her firm breasts and sighed unhappily when her nipples snapped to attention. It wasn't fair. All her life she had managed to control her feelings and her desires. Now, when she needed that control more than ever, she couldn't find it! She couldn't manage this new, greedy desire that burned in her belly twenty-four hours a day! The beautiful brunette lightly ran her fingertips across the swelling tops of her breasts and the lovely sensation triggered another exciting, lewd memory.
Ohhhh, that's wonderful, boy! Fuck her pretty titties! Yes, go faster, son! Can't you see how much she likes it? The lovely young woman moaned softly and closed her eyes as she remembered how Davey had straddled her chest and worked his hard little cock between her large, pillowy breasts while she held them tight around him. Doris knelt beside them, whispering encouragement to her and then to the boy. Little firecrackers of excitement burst along Carol's nerve endings when she thought of how Davey had moaned and wiggled on her. His dripping little prong slipping between her breasts on a track of Doris' saliva. When it ended, when he cried out, his small pecker squirted his warm baby-cum on her breasts and on her face! The lovely young brunette hugged her burning body tightly as she felt again the spray of the boy's seed hitting her face and setting off a delightful little orgasm!!!
Carol stood in the bedroom, trying to decide what to put on, but she couldn't concentrate. Every time she would loosen her firm grip on her mind a new, lewd memory would slip into her head and torment her. She remembered how the boy had moaned and growled while he poked his little stalk inside of her. How she'd been able to clamp down with her elastic sheath and hold him steady against her pearlhard clitoris. Then she remembered how Doris had knelt before the boy after she'd managed to suck his erection back, and how the older woman had demonstrated the joys of sodomy!!!
"000000, just thinking about that makes me ache," Carol whimpered and she realized that she couldn't wear any of her tight, form fitting things. The friction would drive her crazy! She had just slipped into a loose, light robe when the doorbell rang.
Don't answer it, pretend you're not here, the little voice of reason pleaded in her mind. But Carol was already moving toward the door and didn't stop. It will be someone sniffing around you, wanting you, the voice warned. You need time to think. You have to work this out before what's happening destroys you! But the graceful young woman's step still didn't falter. She didn't want to stop and think. The warm itching glow between her soft thighs wouldn't let her stop and think!
When the door opened, the light behind her spilled out and hit Jimmy Phillips' face like a spotlight. "Wha . . . what do you want Jimmy?" Carol's voice was hollow and lifeless as she stared at him.
Before he answered, the slender boy looked around, his voice was low and confidential. "I was downtown a while ago and I heard a couple of cops . . . policemen, talking about Sergeant Miller and some other guy shagging you up in the park this morning, I . . . I came by to see if you . . . needed any help."
The young brunette stared at the boy for a moment. She couldn't speak. All she could do was listen to the agonized scream inside of her poor head! They told! Those two awful men took me up there and made me do all those filthy things, then they told on me!
"Are you okay Miss Davis?" The sound of the boy's concerned voice pulled Carol back to reality. She suddenly realized that the neighbors might see him standing there. The whole police force might know what a slut she was, but her neighbors didn't have to know!
"Please, Jimmy, don't stand out there, come in," Carol managed to whisper as she opened the screen for him. It didn't take a second invitation. The boy slipped through the partly opened screen and stepped out of the way so that she could close the door behind him.
Once they were completely alone, Carol didn't know what to say or do. She couldn't even force herself to look the boy in the eyes! Jimmy's warm hand descended on her shoulder and turned her to face him. "I know some highschool girls who have some rough stories to tell about getting into trouble with Sergeant Miller and having to work their way out. They aren't pretty stories. Did he hurt you?"
How could she tell him where it really hurt? Carol found herself staring at him with tears brimming in her dark eyes. How could she explain the awful damage the two men had done to her inside. How they'd torn her self-respect and her pride into shreds?
"They . . . hurt me, Jimmy," was all that the lovely young woman could .bring herself to say about it. But he seemed to understand. All of the boy's cocky arrogance seemed to be missing and she was touched by his obvious concern for her.
"I was sitting in a car, waiting for a guy when I heard them talking," the tall boy whispered, inching a little closer to her. "I didn't dare let the cops that were talking know that I was listening and I had to hear all of it. I . . . guess it sorta turned me on, in a weird sort of a way." The boy's honest admission struck a chord inside of her and Carol felt her tense muscles relax a little.
"Did it turn you on, Jimmy? Did hearing about the mean things that they did to me make you feel hard and ready?" Carol felt like a drug addict. She shouldn't be talking about things like this with the boy. She should be sick knowing how many people knew what had happened. But she just couldn't stop her tongue, couldn't control the fresh coating of lubricating juice that began to seep out of her.
Jim looked at her strangely. Then a faint ghost of his sly smile curved his lips as he slowly nodded. The hand on her shoulder slipped down to her elbow and pulled her up against him. "I almost had to pull my cock out and jack off when they talked about how you yelled and exploded when they double fucked you. That was the wildest thing that I've ever heard about." The homely boy grinned again as he pressed up against her. "It gives me a hard-on just talking about it now. I used to know a lady who liked it like that. She's the one who taught me all about tailgating and stuff like that."
Carol knew that she should be offended by the way that he was talking, but she wasn't. Her only reaction was to dart a quick glance down between them. She was looking for signs of the erection he'd just told her about!
"Jimmy . . . I . . . need help, I feel so alone now. Can you stay with me for a while, please?" She was a shameless whore! She knew what the boy was thinking and he was right. She wanted him. Despite the shame and the worry, despite the pain of her torn body, she wanted his long, young cock. She was willing to say anything to keep him there with her.
"Sure I'll stay, Miss Davis . . . I sorta hoped you would want me to." The boy's grip tightened on her arm and a small whimper escaped her as her swollen breasts pressed firmly against his chest. "When they were talking about you I could almost see you. I could almost feel your smooth skin and I damn near bit through my lip keeping quiet!"
The boy's free hand pulled her robe apart. Carol stood meek and quiet, letting him touch her fevered body. Letting him look down and excite himself even more by staring at her nakedness. This was what she wanted. No matter how hard she tried to deny it; being here with this excited young boy was what she had to have! Nothing held her back now. No false pride or moral reservations stood between her and the need that gnawed at her!
"Ohhhh, Jimmy, you have such talented hands. I love it when you touch me there. Oooooo!!! Yes, right there!" The beautiful young woman's knees shook as the boy's finger lightly flicked back and forth over her hard clit and she had to put a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. "Do you like being with me, Jimmy? Does it turn you on to finger me and make me all hot and wet like this?" Carol sighed when the boy's whole body shook in response. That was all the answer she needed.
"Isn't this nice, honey? You wouldn't tell anyone about me would you? You wouldn't ruin it so that we couldn't be together like this. I know you wouldn't do that to us." Carol was babbling and she knew it. She was only talking to steady herself while her shaking fingers slipped down and opened the bulging fly of his trousers!
"Ahhhhh, I love to hold your long, lovely cock, Jimmy," Carol whispered in his ear as she encircled his upright flesh with her thumb and forefinger. "It makes me feel happy to play with you and make you feel good, honey." She moaned as Jimmy's rude fingers twirled and twisted in her dripping slot. His forefinger worked deep in the throat of her soaking pussy, pulling her up on her tiptoes as he worked it in and out of her.
"Ohh Christ, Miss Davis! Stop jacking me off or I'll shoot all over you right now!" Carol shivered in a delighted reaction when she imagined his hot, thick cum squirting against her belly and down over her thighs. But she stopped. She didn't want him to cum. Not yet. Not until she was ready!!!
The pretty policewoman shamelessly shrugged out of her robe and then helped the boy out of his clothes. They still stood in the middle of the room, but her need was too great to waste time by taking him into her bedroom. She had to have him here and now!!!
The moment that Jimmy was naked, Carol's arms slipped around him and they clinched. She muttered and sighed as she rubbed her rounded belly against his long, hard cock. Jimmy's fingers worked down over the silky cheeks of her buttocks. Carol whimpered as he spread them wide and pressed a fingertip against the stretched anal opening. She was frightened when she heard some of the boy's usual arrogance when he began to whisper.
"Do you like it when I touch you there? Don't be shy, Miss Davis. Tell me what it was like when they fucked you in the ass." The finger dug deeper and, in spite of the pain, Carol felt a strange, twisted pleasure radiating out from her quivering rectum! The lovely brunette's plump mound molded itself against Jimmy's prick, she placed her feet farther apart so that the round shaft could lay between her swollen, dripping labia.
"Unnnggghhh, ohhh, darling, be careful. I love it, but I'm still so sore." Jimmy must have heard, but he didn't stop. Carol gasped as the finger pressed even deeper. Carol tried to stop herself but the perverted excitement boiled in her, forcing the words he wanted to hear out of her throat like live steam! "Uggghhh ! Ohoooo, yes, darling. I love it when you touch me there!" Carol moaned and wiggled her shapely bottom as the finger forced her to go on. "It was terrible, darling. One huge cock jammed in my pussy, then the other one, pressing into me so hard. Just like your lovely finger is doing now, spreading me wide open!"
Jimmy's lean body began to vibrate and Carol needed him so badly that she almost screamed! The tall boy's muscles tensed and the lovely young woman felt herself being pushed backward until her heels bumped into something. It was the large bean bag chair that sat beside the coffee table! She was helpless. The lovely brunette made no attempt to stop him as Jimmy turned her around and forced her down on her knees before the chair.
"Jimmy? Are you . . . ?" She didn't have the nerve to finish the question, to put it into words. Besides, she could see her answer in the determined look on his lean face, see it in his snapping eyes. "All right, darling," Carol whispered in a shaking voice. "Anything you want you can do. Anything, Jimmy!!!" The beautiful woman whimpered as strong, impatient hands pushed her face down on the yielding surface of the cushion chair. She felt the tiny plastic beads inside mold together under her as she was pushed forward and Jimmy Phillips knelt behind her.
Carol could hear the boy's excited breathing and moaned in anticipation as the wet muzzle of his long probe searched between her parted cheeks. "Ohhhh, please honey," the lovely woman moaned. "Use something, I'm too dry in there. You're supposed to use something to help!" There was a rustling sound behind her and Carol heard the boy's footsteps fade. She lay where he left her, making no effort to escape. She knew what she must look like, laying spread over the bean bag, her legs parted wide and the mental image fired a new, disgusting lust in her and she knew that the juices that trickled out of her were wetting and staining the fabric beneath her.
Suddenly he was back, Carol whimpered when his legs pressed against hers, spread eagling her! A finger pressed against her puckered sphincter and Carol groaned as she felt something smooth and slick being worked into her anus It soothed the sting and made her feel oiled and loose inside. The finger left her and from the faint sounds that she heard, Carol guessed that Jimmy was smearing his long hard cock with the same thing.
Carol moaned again as she felt the slick mushroom of the boy's glans thrust against her prepared opening. Something clattered on the floor beside them and she stared in amazed shame at the butter dish. Her anus and Jimmy's long rod were coated with butter!
"Come on, open up," Jimmy panted as he thrust at her again. "It'll hurt more if you don't relax!" Carol heard him, but couldn't ease the frantic tension that held her sphincter in a puckered knot. The slick head of his cock found the very center and lunged in, forcing the knob past her last, clinging defense. "Unnngggghhhh! Damn, but you're so tight that it hurts! Goddamn you, loosen up!" Carol gasped and squealed in pain when the boy's palm smacked against her bottom!
"Do what I said!!!" Jimmy's voice was tense and it frightened her. Carol tried, she really did. But it wasn't enough because he spanked her again and then again!
The stinging blows made the beautiful young woman's body shake and wiggle under the boy. She couldn't escape him. She was pinned against the cushion, held in place by the greased pole that was slowly, relentlessly sliding into the forbidden darkness of her ass!
"Owwww!!! Ooooo, hit me harder, Jimmy!" Carol was shocked and sickened when she heard her cracked, hoarse voice calling out to him. But she couldn't make herself be still. She had to lay there and submit to his spreading, stretching penetration of her poor rectum and listen to the vile ravings of her inner mind.
"Ahhhh, that's it hurt me! Ram your cock in me!!! Owwww! Spank me! I deserve it boy, spank the slut and make her scream for more!!!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Carol sat upright on a kitchen chair. Her hands and knees were pressed tightly together, making her feel and look like a frightened little girl as she stared at Sergeant Miller. Things were happening faster and faster. She'd lost her ability to cope and she was so dazed now that she could hardly follow the man's taunting words as he casually walked around her.
". . so, when we sobered up, I got to thinking that maybe we went a little too far with you yesterday." The tall man paused for a moment, giving her one of his evil, cruel grins. "I figured I should come over and smooth things over a bit. I really thought that you'd be a basket case when I got here, honey. You can imagine how surprised I was when I got up to the door and heard you yelling and squealing like a bitch in heat!"
He moved behind her, but Carol couldn't bring herself to turn and follow him with her eyes. The beautiful young woman felt hollow and helpless. She couldn't resist him. Let him do what he wanted. He couldn't drag her down any further! Carol felt Sergeant Miller's rough hand brush her dark hair to one side and shuddered as his fingertips tickled the sensitive nape of her neck.
"Well, honey, I was amazed. All I had to do was look in the window at the side of the house to realize how wrong I was about you." His snide laughter stung her and Carol's eyes burned as salty tears welled up in them. She hadn't slept a moment all night and she was just too exhausted and drained to fight him.
"I must admit, Officer Davis, that when I watched that kid huffing and snorting as he plugged your pretty ass, I could hardly believe that it was you under him! I just stood there for a long time and watched you, honey. Listened to you beg and yell. My! I was shocked at the things you said to that child!"
He was still behind her and Carol stiffened as the hand left her neck and slid down inside the open collar of her robe. "I thought that you were such a nice young lady. I was shocked to realize that the saintly Officer Davis was just a bitch who fucked kids! Then I realized
something, honey. I realized what a lucky break I had and ran back to my car and grabbed the camera!"
Miller's cruel voice wormed and wiggled in her ear. He was using a normal tone of voice, but it left Carol shaken and afraid. "Well, baby, it all turned out fine didn't it? You weren't hurt and we hadn't even ruined your weekend. And I've got me a set of the juiciest little snapshots that any fitness board would ever want to see."
The man didn't leave anything to the imagination. Carol sat very still as she tried to sort out all the implications of what he had said. It was hard for her to concentrate because his groping fingers had found her breasts and were moving from one to the other, making her nipples sting and grow hard.
"What are you . . . going to do with the pictures?" The question tore itself out of her. She knew well enough that he would use them as a club against her. But even knowing that she couldn't resist the impulse to ask, to hear in his own words what he had planned for her.
"Oh don't worry, honey. I was just joking about taking them to the fitness board. No, I wouldn't do that." His strong fingers still teased her sensitive breasts while his other hand cupped under her chin and pulled her head back until she was forced to look up at him as he stood behind her. "We all have our little enjoyments, honey, and I wouldn't dream of reporting yours. Just as long as you're a good little girl and do what I tell you. Be handy in case I need you to do me a favor. Do you understand what I mean?"
The question echoed and spun in her confused mind. Of course she understood! She'd known from the moment that he'd swaggered past her and invaded her home this morning that he had some new, evil grip on her.
"I . . . how do I know that you have any pictures?" It was pitiful. He had them. Carol knew that he did. But she couldn't stop now. She had to play the game out to the last move.
Miller laughed and let go of her. Leaving Carol's hair mussed and her robe gaping open to the waist. He moved around the kitchen table and sat across from her. The lean, sunburned man caught and held her eyes as his hand slipped into the inside pocket of his sports coat. The hand reappeared holding a white envelope.
"Ready, honey?" Carol nodded. She felt sick and ashamed. Her lips were dry and she had to lick at them time after time to keep them moist. With a flourish the man pulled eight or nine color shots out of the envelope and dealt them out before her, as if he was playing some obscene game of solitaire. "Take a look, honey. You're some hot little piece of ass when you get rolling. Maybe you're in the wrong line of work. A foxy chick like you could make a bundle with a few sets of shots like these."
Carol felt as if some invisable hand was pulling her unwilling head down until she could focus on the filth that lay spread out before her. The bright morning light splashed across the pictures, making each vivid, awful detail leap out at her. Against her will the lovely young woman was drawn into those shots. Her stretched and sore anus stung as she stared unblinkingly at Jimmy's lean young body pressing against her. She could almost feel his hard spear in her again! Carol shivered as she looked at the boy's wide grin and then at her own contorted, strained face. Something stirred deep in the woman's lovely body and in spite of her shame and self-loathing, a sweet glow came over her. Carol felt her flesh grow warm and soft over her bones. Her breasts tingled and her tight love sheath came alive as her thick lubricant seaped out of her, wetting the soft curls of her mound.
Ohhhhh, my God! It's almost as good as doing it again, that low, vibrant voice whispered inside of her. She was so enthralled that she forgot about Sergeant Miller until she felt his hand on her arm and looked up at him in total, numb defeat.
"Would you like me to turn those pictures over to Internal Affairs?" The leering grin on his face sparked her pride and Carol made one last, hopeless effort.
"I'll go to Lieutenant Bixby and explain! He ...."
Miller just shook his head, the grin still in place.
"No go, baby. The good Lieutenant has more problems than he can handle now. He won't lift a finger for you! Make up your mind, bitch. Either you play my way or I'll turn in the shots and let them whip your sweet ass off the force. And it won't be private. It'll make every paper in town!" Miller moved in a little closer, his leg pressed against hers and he stood so tall over her that Carol had to crane her neck to look up at him. "Now, which way are you gonna jump, baby? Out the door, or onto my team?"
"Your team .... I choose your team," Carol whispered knowing that she had just signed away a part of her out of cowardice. But there was no choice. She couldn't let him humiliate and shame her in public, out where everyone could see her!
"That's good honey. I thought you would." A hand caught her under the chin and forced her head back up to him. He was pulling at the zipper of his fly as he spoke to her. "I got a few rules for my team honey. But the only one for you to remember is this; do what I tell you, when I tell you. Now, to prove that you've got that, I'd like you to give me a little head. Just call it an advance payment on your dues."
Carol's dark eyes darted to the long, semihard cock that he pulled out of his slacks. The beautiful woman stared at the prick in sick excitement. If she did what he demanded of her, that would be the end of her! He would own her and she'd be nothing more than a slave. But could she stand the public humiliation of a hearing and possible arrest as a child molester?
The man's fingers caught her at the base of the skull and forced the beautiful woman to make her decision.
Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out to bathe the thickening head of Miller's cock. His fingers massaged the back of her neck and at the same time taught her how to roll her head, making the plump glans slip and twist on her tongue. It was done. She was his whore now. She couldn't resist him or fight him. He held her in his hands.
It was nice. This was something simple. Something that she could understand and cope with. Carol's smooth hands slipped up to carefully cup his hanging testicles, lovingly cradling them and warming them while she sucked and nibbled at his thick cock. But the lovely moment was interrupted. He pulled back, taking the hard, satisfying barrel of his penis away from her.
"That's enough honey, I just wanted to make sure you knew the rules. Now get dressed, you and I are going to a party."
Carol did as she was told. Sergeant Miller stood in the doorway of her bedroom, watching her as she hurriedly slipped into a skirt and blouse. Then, without a word, he turned and headed out of the house, leaving the beautiful young woman to hurry to catch up.
"Where are you taking me," Carol asked meekly. But Miller just glanced at her as he drove and grinned. The young woman saw the look on his face and felt her muscles tighten and the first flutter of fear mixed with excitement began to move under her rib cage.
They drove into an alley in the older section of downtown. Sergeant Miller had turned so often that she wasn't sure where they really were. Miller slowed, checked the rear view mirror, then pulled the car into a parking place behind an old brick store. "We have a little unofficial group that meets down here from time to time honey. I usually pick up a couple of whores and have them donate their time for the entertainment committee. But today, well let's just say that today you're the guest of honor and star performer."
The tall man was still laughing at Carol's stricken expression as he came around the car and opened her door for her. The beautiful young brunette got out, moving mechanically. Her mind still caught up in the horror of what he had said.
"Now, baby, you be a good girl in there. The boys all have some warm thoughts about you and I want you to be nice to all of them," Sergeant Miller's thin smile disappeared completely as his hand slipped up her spine and caught a fistful of her dark hair, pulling it hard. "Don't embarrass me in there, bitch, or I'll make you the sorriest pig in town. Do you understand me?"
It was painful, but Carol managed to nod her head as she tried to force her shaking lips into a smile. "Okay, you just remember what it would be like to come in the station to find one of those shots blown up to poster size and hanging on the bulletin board."
He didn't give her a chance to speak or think as he grabbed her wrist and walked over to a battered door and knocked firmly. The door finally opened a crack then swung wide in mute invitation.
It was dark inside the abandoned store. There was a movie screen on one wall and Carol shuddered as she saw another pornographic movie moving and flashing in the darkness. She saw a closeup of a wet, glistening penis and almost groaned aloud as it moved in and out of a hairy, open vulva. The beautiful girl's feet stopped moving and she stood hypnotized as her greedy eyes followed the motions on the screen. She imagined that it was her own hungry sex clinging to the thick invader. That it was her own juices that flowed thick and warm over her wiggling bottom.
While she stood rooted to the spot, Carol was only vaguely aware of the whispers and low laughter around her. She barely noticed when someone took her bag away and caught her hand. "Welcome to the Sunday Afternoon Culture Club, honey. I've been waiting for a shot at you for days!" The man's voice sounded hot and urgent and Carol made no pretense of avoiding the strong hands that roamed over her body, lifting her skirt, stroking her smooth, bare thighs at the same time that fingers pinched and made milking motions at her swelling breasts. "Come on, honey, I can't wait," the faceless man whispered and the trembling woman allowed herself to be led away in the darkness.
There was a hand on her bottom as she was guided through the store. Carol felt the fingers digging into the crack between the cheeks and uttered a shameless groan of excitement. A door rasped open and the brunette saw a dim light in one corner of the room. There was just enough light for her to see a rumpled bed. There was no other furniture in the room.
Why am I letting them do this to me? The anguished question burned itself into her brain. But she knew the answer. She was just too ashamed to admit it, even to herself!
"Undress, baby, hurry!" The young woman felt the sharp smack of an open palm against one buttock and whimpered as she began to tear at the buttons of her blouse. She heard the rustling sounds beside her and hated the ugly excitement she felt when she tried to imagine what size of a cock her first attacker had! He moved faster than she did because Carol was just bending over to step out of her panties when she felt a hard shaft rubbing against her quivering buttocks. For a moment the lovely woman thought that he was going to sodomize her and she made a little whimpering sound in her throat as she braced herself. But that wasn't what he wanted.
Strong hands turned her and pushed her down until she was in a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Carol was bewildered and looked up for guidance. In the dim light Carol saw the man's face for the first time. She didn't know his name, but she had seen him in the station and her slippery vagina pulled tight in her belly as she remembered the way that his hot eyes had followed her whenever she had been forced to pass him.
"Sit up straight, honey. I've been dreaming about this ever since I first saw these big cans of yours!" He moved closer to her. Carol caught a glimpse of the big white stalk as he pressed himself between her high, firm breasts. Hands gripped her shoulders and held her close as the man's hips began to move, slipping his wet penis up and down in the deep valley between her breasts. She sighed as his coarse pubic hairs scratched and irritated her nipples. She couldn't resist the impulse to reach up and press her swollen breasts together, forming a warm, tight nest for him to fuck!
"That's good honey, that feels just as good as I knew it would!" The excitement in his voice fed her own and Carol felt her little love bud begin to tingle and buzz between her flexing thighs.
Carol felt the pressure of the hand on top of her head and mumbled happily as she let it press her down until her tongue could slather over the pulpy crown of his cock each time that it popped out at the top of her big tits! By the time that she'd managed to fit her
suctioning lips around the man's jerking dong, Carol was aware of the wonderful power she had. She wasn't afraid of them now. She could take anything they offered and still be here when they were finished!
"Unnnggghhh that's good, baby, but you gotta stop now," Carol ignored him and sucked and tugged at the delicious pole until rough hands caught her ears and jerked her away. "I said cool it," he snarled as he pushed her backwards.
"Ohhh my," the beautiful young brunette sighed as she fell back on the bed, her shapely thighs spread wide and high so that she was ready for him when she hit the pillow. "Don't wait, come on!" Carol heard the greed in her voice as she hissed at him and was proud of herself. But as he moved to mount her, her pride turned to fear. All around the bed stood more men. Men whose eyes gleamed with excitement as they stroked their upright cocks in the dim light!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Unnngghhh . . . Ohhhh!" The hoarse groan gushed out of her as Carol's exhausted body was pulled up until her knees elevated her bottom again and a thick, demanding cock found the drooling mouth of her pussy and stuffed it full! The lovely brunette ground her face against the musty pillow and moaned as the long pole slid into her sperm soaked cunt and pressed hard against her womb. How many did this make? The dazed woman couldn't think clearly. She'd lost count of the hard pricks that had been rubbed against her hands, jammed in her mouth and plunged deep in her poor pussy!!!
The man behind her slammed hard at her bruised buttocks and the lovely feel of his screwing prong ignited her again! Carol felt the burning glow of passion spreading through her veins again. Her tired muscles became strong and supple again as she began to shake her bottom and thrust back, helping the faceless man ram his punishing column into her until his heavy balls swayed and rubbed against the dripping lips of her gorged cunt.
"Hurry up, man, I'm hard again and I want some more!" She heard the voice beside them but she was too intent on her work to even bother turning her head.
"Tough luck, pal. I just got started and she's gonna be busy for a long time!" The man inside her gripped her hip bones and pulled her closer, forcing a shuddering grunt of agreement from Carol's slack, tired lips.
"I can't wait that long," the second man said. Then he paused and chuckled. "Well, if one end is occupied, I guess I'll take the other."
Carol whimpered as her head was lifted away from the pillow and a hairy, male form slipped in under her. The hand in her hair relaxed and the aroused woman found her face pressed against the man's groin. His erect cock rubbed against her cheek and in her thick hair. "You'd better get with it, honey. You're just going to have to double up if you're going to take care of all the stiff dongs that are waiting for you!"
Before she could even think about it, Carol's wet tongue slithered out of her mouth and she was greedily lapping at the heavy balls that hung below the upright staff. She heard the man's pleased grunt and when he raised his pelvis, she carefully, meekly began to suck them, moving from one firm orb to the other until each was warm and slick with her saliva.
The hand pulled her head up again and Carol eagerly opened her tired lips as he fitted his swollen crown between them. The hand pulled her head down until she had a mouthful of his cock. The bloated glans pressed against the back of her throat and she was afraid that she would choke. She tried to slip her hand around the wet stem to stop it, but her hand was slapped away.
"You just eat me, chick. I'll decide when you can breathe!!!" Carol whimpered. But she made no move to stop him. She loved the harsh sound of his voice and gloried in his fierce dominance of her. "Now suck me off, baby, while Larry there polishes that fat ass of yours!"
The hand guided her, making her head bob over his lap, forcing her pretty lips up and down the wet bar of flesh. Her belly was in an uproar. She felt the hard, penetrating strokes of the cock in her gripping sheath and the sparks of pleasure drove her on. Forcing
her to suck deep and open her throat as the second cock jammed into her. Making her dream that the two stalks would keep worming and tearing at her until they met in the middle of her body and exploded, filling her completely with cum!!!
"Oh man, oh man, but she's good. Can you see her suck? Aggghhhh, she's going to turn me inside out!!!" The man behind Carol didn't answer. But his pace picked up, shaking her wiggling, sweating body as his belly slammed into her. Carol felt the long, gut pulling contractions and knew that another orgasm was welling up inside her. Another climax! She would go mad if she had to cum again. She'd lose her mind!
Despite her fears the lush bodied brunette shook and rolled her bottom. The stretching motion of the cock inside of her pulled and teased her burning clit until . . . "Agghhiiee ! ! !" She screamed and moaned around the thick cock in her throat and the vibrations of her scream were more than the man could stand!
"Jesus Christ, Aggghhh!!!!" The slippery cock began pumping the hot cum directly down her throat and Carol would have gagged if she hadn't been able to back off until she could suckle at the spurting tip alone. He groaned and fucked her bubbling lips in short jabs as Carol squealed and swallowed her way through her own mind bending orgasm, shaking and rolling her tortured body madly!
The beautiful woman's hot love sheath clamped hard around the fat pole that was snapping in and out. It milked and sucked at the prick until he couldn't stand it. Her efforts were rewarded by a hot gush of semen that filled her and ran out of her writhing bottom in a thick, clinging stream!
Suddenly the cock in her mouth and the one inside of her pulled away, leaving Carol feeling hollow and deserted. But not for long. Another pair of of naked thighs slipped inside of hers and Carol whimpered in
pain as a finger began to smear the slick cum that dripped out of her over her raw little anus. "Hold her steady, boys. I want to see what her tight ass feels like this time. Hold her down for me!"
Neither of them spoke, neither of them looked at one another as the car hummed along the shady streets. Carol was slumped against the door, staring sightlessly at the passing houses. The young woman was dry eyed because she had no tears left to shed.
Each time that the car hit a bump, the beautiful policewoman winced. Her body was sore and her insides felt bruised and bumped as if the powerful cocks that had entered her had torn her and rearranged her organs. She was also shamefully aware of the sticky cum that washed about inside her stretched vagina. How many men's seed was in her now?
Carol didn't realize how far they had gone until Sergeant Miller brought the car to a stop in front of her house. She heard him chuckle and felt something pressed in a lifeless hand. Looking down Carol realized that he'd given her the pictures! Before the stunned brunette could speak, Miller killed the hope that was coning to life in her defiled body.
"Relax, baby, I've still got the negatives. Those are just to remind you of our deal." He grinned then spoke again, his hand moving slowly, possessively on her wrist. "I won't see you tomorrow morning. I've got the night watch for a few days. But I'll be in touch. You can count on that."
Woodenly, Carol got out of the car and walked stiffly toward her door. Each step she took stung her and she felt the awful mixed cum oozing out of her, despite the wadded hankie she had pushed into herself to stop the flow. She didn't even turn to look back when she heard the car pull away.
Inside the house, Carol only paused long enough to make a quick phone call before she hurried into the bath and started her shower. The beautiful woman tore her soiled and wrinkled clothing away from her body as she tried to forget everything!
Carol had finished her shower and sat on the sofa drying her hair when the bell rang. "I came just as fast as I could, darling," Doris said as she came into the room. The pretty little blonde looked at Carol. Her warm, concerned eyes helped the younger woman keep a firm grip on herself as she wordlessly handed her the envelope.
For what seemed like years, the little blonde stared at the pictures, going over and over each one. Finally she slipped them back in the envelope. "Who has the negatives?"
"Miller has them," Carol answered, refusing to lose control. "He says that he'll turn them over to the Police Internal Affairs Investigators if I don't . . . do favors for him." Her self-control was beginning to crack. . . "He's turning me into a whore, Doris. It's going to destroy me. But I have to do it! I can't let anyone else see those!" Suddenly her eyes were full of tears and she almost screamed with despair, "Help me, Doris! Help me find a way out of this!!!"
"Ohhhh, poor baby. Don't cry. Of course I'll help you," the little blonde crooned at her. "You look so tired, dear. Did they hurt you?" Carol nodded, feeling like a lost child. "Show me your bedroom, darling, I'll give you a nice rubdown while we talk. Just leave everything to me honey, I can help."
Carol pointed the way and allowed herself to be led into the room, she made no protest when the robe was pulled away from her body and she was pressed down on top of the cool, smooth sheets. Doris left her for a few moments and Carol was so exhausted that she drifted into an uneasy, troubled half sleep. Only to be awakened by cool lotion being spread over her flesh by the older woman's warm, knowing hands.
Doris questioned her as she soothed the aches in Carol's shoulders and back and finally her rounded, bruised bottom and thighs. She probed and demanded until Carol had blurted out every shameful detail of her one-woman orgy. The little woman's voice sounded strained and choked as she bent low and whispered in Carol's ear.
"Ohhhh, darling, it must have been wild! All those hard cocks and just you to take care of them! Here, baby, roll over so that I can do your front"
It wasn't until she did roll over on her back that Carol realized that all Doris was wearing was a sheer pair of panties as she massaged her! The beautiful young woman stared at the smaller woman's pert, pointed little breasts and remembered how she'd watched them sway and bounce when that little boy fucked her so nicely.
Doris seemed to realize what Carol was thinking, she smiled and squared her shoulders, thrusting her firm, pear shaped breasts out for inspection. "Not bad for an old lady, eh?" At the same time the woman's slick, oiled hands worked over Carol's jutting globes sending strange, frightening sparks of obscene excitement along her nerve paths! Doris pretended that she didn't notice the effect she was having on Carol as she went on.
"I have pretty breasts, darling. But I'd just love to have a big, hard pair like these." Her fingers squeezed firmly on her flesh and Carol couldn't hide the intense reaction of her pelvis as it jerked upward! "You are so beautiful, darling. I'll just bet that all the girls just love to suck and suck on your lovely nipples!"
For a moment Carol was so stunned that she wasn't sure that she'd heard right. Then she knew that she had. Doris had said that girls would like to suck on her there, not men or boys-but girls!
The little blonde saw the amazement on her face and giggled as she nodded her head. "Ohh, yes darling, I said girls. Haven't you ever had a woman make love to you? Make your whole body sing with the lovely sensations that only another woman knows how to give?"
An oiled forefinger traced its way down Carol's shaking body until it found her open labia and slipped inside. The beautiful brunette gasped and shook her head. "You should try it, darling. It's wonderful. Another woman knows how to make all the hurts go away." The finger found her swelling clit and pressed hard, making Carol moan and shut her eyes in shame as the powerful pleasure made her washed and perfumed mound oozed fresh drops of lube!!!
"Men are so cruel sometimes dear. You should understand that there are times when only another woman can give you what you need." Doris stopped speaking. But Carol felt the bed shift and then felt the woman's warm breath on her flesh, just before a pair of lips found one of her rigid nipples and sucked in hard!
"Ohhh nooo," the beautiful woman groaned, but her arms were slipping up around the smaller woman's shoulders. Pulling her close. Helping her gobble at her tingling breasts! "Doris . . . are you a . . . I mean are you . . . ?"
The little woman pulled her suctioning lips away long enough to make a happy, giggling response. "Of course not, silly! You know how much I like hard cocks! I just like sweet, pretty girls too. There's nothing wrong with that. Why can't you and I give each other some pleasure? What makes it so wrong if we help each other be happy and satisfied?" Her lips fastened on a hard nipple again and her finger twirled inside of Carol's frothing cunt as the beautiful brunette made her first, trembling advance. Her fingers finding and squeezing the blonde's firm little breast as she hugged her closer to her body. "Don't worry darling," Doris murmured as she came up for air. We'll fix all your problems, I promise."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Carol took her foot off the gas and let the car drift over to the curb where Doris Abels and Terry White were waiting for her. It was dark now and she could hardly believe that she'd managed to last through the day. It had been the longest day in the young policewoman's life. She'd been tempted to call in sick this morning. But her pride wouldn't let her take the easy way out. But how she'd paid for that pride. It was a price that she would never forget!
The beautiful woman shuddered and chewed at her lower lips when she remembered all the leering, knowing looks that were flashed at her when she reported in. She thought of the whispered comments, the sly invitations she received and hated herself when she reminded herself how she'd shivered and tingled all over when their hands brushed against her body in the halls! It was easy to see that the story of what had happened yesterday had spread through the station house like a brush fire. Every man there had his eyes on her and she could almost taste their arousal as she tried to be calm and act in a normal fashion while she checked out the black and white. Even Lieutenant Bixby had stopped in the hall and stared after her. Carol hadn't been able to make herself meet his stare. He was one of the few there that she valued and she didn't want to see what was in his eyes.
"Right on tune, everything's set. Did you call Miller?" Carol was shaken out of her reverie and nodded hastily, a small grimace of distaste wrinkled her pretty face.
"Oh yes, I called and he thinks that it would be a great idea to have a little party in the ready room tonight. He was especially pleased to hear that you wanted to come along. I won't tell you the things that he said he'd like to do to you." She glanced at the little woman and was mildly shocked at the pixie grin on her face.
"I'll bet it was terrific. Your good Sergeant tried to ball me once but I managed to fend him off. I suppose his big, bad ego is a bit bent out of shape about that!" Doris turned and patted Terry on the hand. "Now you've got it down perfect. Just do what we discussed and everything's going to be fine. Are you scared?"
The handsome boy flushed and shook his head. He still hadn't said a word and Carol began to worry about him. It was easy to see that despite what he might say that he was frightened and she couldn't blame him at all.
"I . . . I appreciate your helping me, Terry," the beautiful brunette said softly, not taking her eyes off the road. "I think it's a brave thing for you to do." Her hand drifted down and patted his thigh. Carol had only intended the pat to be friendly. But she was shocked when she realized how good the firm muscle of his thigh felt and she wished that he was going to be in that ready room tonight!
Carol swung into the lot and shut off the lights. Terry had slipped down in the seat, so that no one looking at the car would notice where he was. Doris stopped as she got out and pretended to be adjusting her stockings as she whispered last minute instructions at the nervous boy. "Now remember the middle drawer on the right side. A gray metal box. My friend says that's where he keeps all his dirty little things. Bring the whole box and we can destroy it. That'll save a lot of people some grief!"
The small woman circled around the car and came up to Carol. The young brunette was standing by the lot fence, staring at the old brick station house as she waited. "Relax, darling. Just think, this is the last time that you'll have to play with that bastard. And besides, he isn't so bad-not for a walking, talking prick!"
For some reason Doris' weak joke caught Carol's sense of humor and she wanted to whoop with laughter. Suddenly she wasn't frightened any more. In fact, she was beginning to like the idea and was eager to start! "Well, let's not stand here while there are all those nice men in there just sitting on their hands while they wait for us."
Carol took Doris by the hand and they hurried toward the station. As they crossed the street, the young woman saw a head appear then disappear in a window. They'd been spotted and Miller was being told right now! A small kernel of excitement began to roll around in her belly and she felt her shapely thighs quake as they hurried up the steps and in the door.
Carol flashed a glance at the man on the desk and flushed when she remembered that he had been one of the ones at the party the day before. His eyes followed her. But there was no expression on his face to tell her what he was thinking.
"Well hello, ladies. Glad to see you. This little party is going to make the long hours of the night pass a little quicker, I think." Sergeant Miller was sitting at a desk in the ready room. Someone had draped some towels over a bench and there were several bottles and a bag of ice waiting for them. Several officers already had a drink in their hands. Carol stood stiffly before her tormentor, not knowing what to say or do. But Doris seemed right at home as she tossed her sweater and purse down and picked up a drink that was waiting.
"Here's to a long, long night boys. Who's going to help poor Doris slip out of these tight things and onto a warm cock?" The pretty little blonde's crude remark cut through the stiffness in the room. Carol was stunned at how quickly they laughed and began to move in on them. The young woman stared at two large men as they stepped up on either side of the little blonde. She watched their hands move over her body and heard her friend's pleased sounding giggle as she happily squirmed in the men's grasp.
"Come over here, honey. You and I have some nice things to talk over," Sergeant Miller said as he stood up. He held out a lean, boney hand and Carol couldn't resist it. She slowly moved toward him, aware of the envious glances of the other men who stood and watched.
"Now you boys hop it on out of here and give us a little privacy. I'll let you know when it's your turn." There was the snap of command in the man's voice and they obeyed him reluctantly, but they did it. Someone had found two old leather couches somewhere and they stood in the corner of the room. When Carol looked in that direction she saw Doris already sitting on one as the two men with her pulled and tugged her clothing off.
Miller's hand closed around her wrist and Carol found herself being drawn toward the second couch. The lovely young woman was afraid. But through the fear she felt the excitement rising in her.
Doris was naked except for her stockings and garter belt. Carol felt her blind, unreasoning hungers rising up in her as she watched the men's tanned fingers working over the little woman's white, translucent flesh. Tweaking and pulling at her rosy pink nipples. There was the sound of a zipper being pulled then another and the little blonde's hands were suddenly filled with hard, pulsating pricks! Carol shuddered as she heard Miller's dry voice in her ear and felt his hot breath on her neck.
"You like watching that, baby? Does it turn you on to watch your friend jacking off two big cocks at once?" Miller's fingers were moving around her waist, pressing at her plump mound from outside her tight skirt. Pressing the firm bulge in his own pants against her yielding bottom.
"Ohhhh, yes, I love it," Carol whispered as her lush body jerked and twisted under the expert touch of his hands. Carol knew that she meant what she was saying. She wasn't pretending anymore. She may have come in here under a pretense. But now she wanted what they had to give her. She would despise herself later. But she couldn't stop now. She needed it so much!!!
Sergeant Miller's strong hands turned her around and pushed the shaking young woman to her knees before him. "Well, show me how you like it. Show everybody what you want from old Miller."
There was a mean, taunting grin on his face. But Carol didn't care. Her palms had slid down the front of his uniform and were molding themselves over the huge outline of his prick. It didn't matter if he wanted to humiliate her. Wanted to make her debase herself in front of others. All that she wanted was the hard, gristle of his prick!
Her face burning, aware of the stares of the other men beside her and those standing in the doorway, Carol's shaking hands pulled the stiff uniform zipper down and slipped her finger inside to find the lovely rod that she needed so much.
Miller grunted and helped her pull his firm erection free of his shorts. Then let his hands drop on the top of her head. Carol stared in fascination at the broad, spade-shaped glans. At the one thick drop of lube that oozed out of the slit on top. She held him with both hands and squeezed firmly as she began to obediently masturbate him. The fingers at the top of her head gave her a cue and she shut out everyone else watching. Slowly, lovingly, she brought the crimson nut to her lips. The tall man grunted as Carol applied the suction to his swollen knob then pushed her head forward, taking more and more of his bloated shaft into her mouth until the tip blocked her throat. The lovely woman heard the sighs and grunts around her and knew that the other men were becoming excited watching her gobble and gnaw at the fat cock. She heard sighs and wet smacking sounds behind her and knew that Doris was following suit, sucking and working at the two pricks that she held. Now was the time, when everyone was caught up in the obscene spectacle in the room, now was the time for Terry to move!
Even though she knew she shouldn't risk it, Carol opened one eye and stared in the direction of the duty office. Through the frosted glass, the beautiful woman saw Terry's silhouette moving across the room and bend over the desk. Quickly, the excited girl shut her eyes again and began to suck frantically at the dripping stalk that was trying to slide all the way down her throat and into her shaking belly. It was going to happen soon and she was sorry that she and Doris couldn't spend the whole long night with these strong, powerful men. Letting them demand and take until they were worn limp and powerless.
Suddenly there was a loud crashing sound and everyone in the room stopped and looked in the direction of the office. The frosted glass was still dropping out of the frame, leaving Terry standing in plain sight holding the gray metal box that he'd come for. "I slipped," the boy said, stupidly staring at the stunned faces across from him. No one said a single word.
Sgt. Miller was the first to recover. "You dirty bitch," he shouted at Carol as he pushed her dripping mouth away from his wilting cock. "Give me that box, boy, or I'll shoot you where you stand!!!"
For another split second Terry stood staring at the enraged man then his mind snapped into gear and he whirled around and dashed out of the other door, the door that led to the hallway. "God damn it, stop him," Miller screamed at the stunned officers who still stood staring at their leader. Miller had to stop long enough to zip up his trousers before he charged at the open door, scattering amazed policemen in every direction.
"Come on, honey. It's time to leave. Come on, Carol, snap out of it!"
The dazed young woman turned her head and stared at Doris in blank amazement. The little blonde had slipped back into her skirt and blouse and held her underwear in her hand. She was obviously nervous and her fear communicated itself to Carol and the young woman suddenly realized what a bad situation she would be in when Sergeant Miller came back!!!
They pushed through the few men who still stood in the door and made their way out to the front door. The sight that met them there held them frozen. Terry White was sprinting down the closed parking lot like a startled deer. Sergeant Miller was shouting and waving his arms as he ran after him. Apparently the older man realized that he wasn't going to catch the boy because he stopped and jerked out his service
revolver.
"Halt or I'll shoot, you little bastard, halt!!!" Miller's voice rang clear in the night air and Carol was aware of the muttered exclamations around her. The men didn't want to see the boy shot. But they were too far away to prevent it. Terry must have heard the shout because he ran even faster, weaving like a down field runner on a football team. Sgt. Miller stood terribly still and followed the boy through his sights until he squeezed off one booming shot.
For a long moment no one moved on the steps. The sound of the gunfire echoed in their ears. Then there was the sound of a car door opening and Lieutenant Bixby got out of his car and stood looking down at the gaping hole in his radiator. Terry had dodged at the last moment and Sergeant Miller had shot the Lieutenant's personal auto!!!
Lieutenant Bixby looked huge and grim as he advanced toward Sergeant Miller. The Sergeant stood very still, his revolver still smoking in his hand. Bixby's expression didn't change as his voice carried clear and calm in the night stillness. "Miller, you are a stupid asshole." The tall officer didn't move an inch as the bigger man drew back his big fist and hit him flush on the chin!
Standing over the reclining figure of Sergeant Miller, Lieutenant Bixby shouted over his shoulder, "Boy, you and that box better get into my office right now, and you on the steps get back in the station!!!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The last of the Internal Affairs men were leaving. One stayed behind and watched as ex-Sgt. Miller cleaned out his desk and locker. Carol stood in a dark corner and watched what was happening. It had all happened so fast that she could barely believe it. Bixby had taken Terry into his office with the box and shut the door. They had stayed in there such a long time that she was about to go insane with the tension, when Lieutenant Bixby had come to the door and motioned to her to come in.
Carol clenched her hands when she remembered how embarrased she'd been when she saw the photos and the negatives on the desk. But the big man's expression told her nothing. Neither did Terry's as he sat in a big chair.
Bixby scooped up the pictures and handed them to her then stopped. A strange smile crossed his face as he reached into the box and handed her another set of pictures.
"Go on, Miss Davis. I think you've earned a look," he'd said. She gasped when she looked and saw almost the same type of shots only it was Lieutenant Bixby and some pretty girl instead of her. "Looks like you and I both made out tonight, young lady, congratulations." Without another word he'd handed her his lighter and she burned both sets of photos and negatives.
Now she watched Miller being taken away in disgrace. He'd be held downtown until it was decided if charges would be brought against him. But regardless if they were or not, he was through on the police force and that was good.
As they passed her, the last investigator smiled and shook Carol's limp hand. "Good work, Officer Davis. You'll get a commendation for this undercover job, congratulations." Carol stared after him in mute amazement. She almost laughed aloud as she saw the disgusted look on Miller's face as he turned and took one last look at her.
"Would you come in for a moment, Officer Davis?" Carol turned and moved slowly for the door of Lieutenant Bixby's office. "Officer Rankin, would you drive Mrs. Abels and the boy home?"
Doris gave her a warm wink, and Terry smiled as they filed past her and left. Once she was inside the office, Lieutenant Bixby shut the door behind her and caught her arm before she could move away from him. The big man pulled her close to him, mashing her breasts against his broad chest. "I think you can relax. They've got Miller and he will have to go along with my story of drunken parties and wanton shooting unless he wants to tell the truth and get an even harder set down. You're a hero according to the Internal Affairs boys and you know they're never wrong."
Carol shivered with excitement as she felt his strong hands moving over her soft body. She remembered how excited she'd been just a little while ago and the frustrated desires sprang back to life as she felt his firm cock begin to swell against her belly.
"I've been thinking, Officer Davis," the big man whispered as his hands pulled her skirt up her hips until he could tug down her filmy panties. "You and I make a good team. How would you like to do some real undercover work with me? We could be a team. And just think of all the crooks and bad buys we could round up if we were just working together?" Carol couldn't answer him, she was too busy helping him slip her damp panties down over her shoes.
"Think of it, baby! Wouldn't we make a nice team?" The big man's voice was purring as he pressed her forward until she lay face down on his desk. "Ohhh yeah, a great team," he whispered as the thick crown of his cock nuzzled between her parted cheeks and wet itself in her warm, willing cunt.
"Unnngggghhhhh I think that would be nice, darling," the beautiful woman sighed as she wiggled her bottom, helping him cram his fat organ all the way into her, "Especially the part about being under covers, that's the best part."
He chuckled and began to move in her, spreading and working her body as he slipped his massive stalk in and out of her. Carol groaned happily and clutched at the edge of the desk, holding herself steady. As his bull like lunges shook her body, she thought of Doris and Terry and smiled. Maybe she could get them under the covers too. Who knows what you can do if you're a hero?
