"It's too damn hot. Pass me another beer before I dehydrate."
Melissa Cameron, smirking, reached into the cooler and handed her boyfriend, Joe Matteo, a Michelob while taking one for herself. The temperature had spiked by midday. She was confident that it had already hit ninety. The trees that sheltered their group offered minimal relief. The others, observant of the magnified heat, made a beeline for the water. "Why don't we have these in the lake?"
"Good idea."
They had dressed accordingly for their little outing. Melissa donned a bikini that was obviously too small for her seductive set of curves. The contrast of black material against her bronzed skin made her more tantalizing. A big-breasted redhead with a waist a man could feasibly wrap his hands around, Melissa was a visual delight. Her green eyes made meaningful contact. Her thick, sensual lips held a sizzling invitation. She learned how to entice men with a subtle glance and win their attention.
Joe gazed hungrily at her as she swayed her hips. Her trim, tanned thighs and heart-shaped buttocks spawned a few ideas. Melissa was generally receptive to them, and shared a few of her own.
Joe, a dark-haired Italian with ruggedly handsome features, rarely lacked female companionship. His raw energy and smooth, muscle-rich body mesmerized the opposite sex. The wire-rimmed glasses he wore did nothing to neutralize his charisma. Clad in a pair of Speedos that barely covered his equipment, he drew Melissa's appetite. His exhibitionist tendencies came through. Joe liked flaunting that huge part of himself.
It didn't matter. Many had already discarded their suits. Bathing apparel rested on the rocks, unworn. Laughter was prevalent as water splashed about.
"Enough," demanded Buffy Stratton, a voluptuous blonde whom had become thoroughly drenched. Mascara ran down her China doll features, and her lipstick was smeared. One of the few retaining both sections of her bikini, she lounged on the rocks while reading a paperback novel. Being splashed destroyed her concentration. "Cut it out."
"Aw, come on, Buffy," Pete Warner called, intentionally sprinkling her, "get your ass in here."
"Can't you see that I'm involved,"" she said in a lofty tone while examining damage to her book. "This is far more interesting that your childish nonsense. Please act your age."
Pete grinned. "I'm gonna drag you in by your toes, baby."
Undeterred, Buffy flipped a page. "Don't even think it."
"Leave her alone," Robyn Belmont murmured in his ear. Gently, she rubbed her bare nipples to his back. "I'll play with you, Pete."
He stood there, letting the provocative brunette stroke him while an idea took shape in his head.
Cathy van Tussell, perched on Larry Brubaker's shoulders, squealed with delight as they approached the small waterfall. The cascade fell from a stream approximately twenty feet above them. Her naked body twisted on its roost. "Don't!" she giggled. "I'll get soaked."
"That's the point," Larry said.
Dennis Austin, oldest of the group, lazed in chest-deep water with a Michelob in hand. Though graying, he held the fascination of Stacy Wilson. The forty-four-year-old stud kept himself in peak condition. The shapely brunette gazed lustfully at his lean physique. Her large boobs floated on the surface, the nipples swollen.
Though the women outnumbered the men, more were expected. The schedule conflicts often prevented the men from their precinct to simultaneously gather. They were off-duty police officers, enjoying an afternoon's respite. The women, collectively dubbed "Police Babes," helped them unwind. Their primary role was to offer whatever was needed companionship, sex, domestic tasks-in return for certain privileges. The men extended them pampered lifestyles. Generous clothing allowances, dinners at elite restaurants, lavish apartments were among the gifts bestowed them. Although none was the exclusive property of a particular man, they usually gravitated to their favorite ones.
The lake was relatively clear, a natural spring. One might have thought hidden machinery purified it. The usual green murkiness, common to most recreational spots, was absent. They enjoyed convening upon this little-known spot, for it offered both privacy and comfort-two major pluses.
Buffy regarded Melissa as she descended into the refreshing coolness. "You're going in there with those savages?"
"Why not?"
Buffy sniffed, then returned to her book.
Melissa glanced at Pete, who conspicuously waded over to her. Apparently, her stern warning did not dampen his enthusiasm. Pete, rakishly handsome, wasn't often daunted by the "princess's" demands. Buffy had a reputation for being difficult. If she weren't spectacularly built, the men might have given up on her. As it was, all of them wanted to get into her pants. They approved of her icy demeanor and relished the challenge of thawing her. Buffy's obstinacy was generally an act. Implicitly, she knew better than to deny the men anything.
Joe stood in front of a rocky wall. Melissa leaned against him. Her huge tits bobbed on the surface. The temperature affected her libido. Her nipples bulged through the skimpy material. Joe lightly caressed her stomach. She purred as his hand delicately traversed her silky regions. His large thumb traced her velvety contours, leaving a trail of sparks. Taking a sip from her bottle, she savored the beer before it ran down her throat. His tender fondling, accentuated by the rush of alcohol, jolted her senses. Soon, she dragged her ass over his crotch. Her movements obviously stirred his loins. She could feel his cock enlarge beneath the nylon fabric. She shivered as her blithe gyrations stretched him.
Through half-closed eyes, she saw Pete seize
Buffy by the ankles. The buxom blonde glared at him. "Let go of me!" she demanded.
"You're gonna get a heat stroke out there, baby"
"I'm perfectly fine," she insisted. "Now, if you'd kindly release my-"
He shook his head. "It's affecting your disposition. You need to cool off."
Buffy screamed as Pete towed her in. Her well-developed body hit the water like a torpedo. Plunging completely, she made a colossal splash. A chuckle went up as she resurfaced, sputtering curses. "You fucking ass-hole! Son of a bitch! God-damned jerk!"
Pete paid no attention to her disparaging remarks. His arms-solid cords of muscle-surrounded her. His mouth, then tongue, silenced her. Buffy fumed, struggling a moment longer. Soon, her arms encircled him and she responded to the avalanche of desire he summoned. She did not try stopping him from loosening the strings of her bikini top. Its meager cups slipped from those big tits. He pinched a bloated nipple while availing himself of her billowy excess. Buffy's lips rounded with joy as he tweaked and fondled her.
Robyn Belmont hugged herself to Pete. She nibbled on his ear and sucked on his neck while he kissed Buffy. Her hands weren't solely on Pete. She included Buffy in her heated embrace.
Beneath the surface, her dark bush tickled Pete's muscular buns. She pressed her pubes into his crack with a prolonged sigh. In flattening herself to him, Pete's boner ground into Buffy's soft mound. Its rigid quality spurred her moans.
Larry, having deposited Cathy on a craggy ledge, lowered his tongue into her pussy. Cathy's head lobbed as he speared into her succulent layers. Her painted nails wove cajoling patterns on his shoulders before she clasped the back of his head and brought him flush with her juicy cunt.
"Yeah," she whimpered, stuffing herself between his lips. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
Larry, wiggling about, seemed too intent on making her cum to abruptly retreat.
Dennis's long, narrow cock surfaced and glided into Stacy's mouth. She tightened around it, pulling and sucking. Coasting along the surface, he watched those expert lips consume him. Up and down they sailed, taking him in greater increments while delivering pleasure.
"Want all of it?" he asked.
Since her mouth was full, she enthusiastically nodded. Her humming brought ticklish delight. Dennis cupped the top of her head and pushed down. With cheeks bulging, Stacy worked her way to his balls. He groaned upon disappearing in her face. They stared at each other the entire time.
Underwater, Melissa stroked Joe's cock. His sizable erection strained the front of his swim-suit. His dick usually stretched his beachwear when swollen. The walls of her pussy locked as she groped that frenzied section of him. Quivering, she wanted him to fuck her good.
Joe was on the same wavelength. Burying his cock in her pink hole was expressly his aim. He eased her bikini bottoms from her hips. Melissa shivered as they descended her thighs. Gazing into the clear water, she observed their departure from her body. Joe exercised the faintest touch. His fingers swirled over her susceptible flesh, creating a flurry of goose bumps.
She reached inside his Speedos. Throbbing, he was at full extension. Eight inches of excitement pulsated in her fist. She ached for the sweet burrowing of that wrist-thick member.
"Put every bit of it in me," Melissa murmured. "Drive it."
Joe aligned himself with her moist opening. In one thrust, he connected himself to her hungry snatch.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, taking it. In and out he slid, filling her cunt. After relishing his arresting dimensions, she humped him back. Joe was like a rock, smothered in her squishy innards. She gritted her teeth at the sizzling friction produced.
He clamped her red bush and shoved his entire self into that hot, sticky center. The strength in his fingers fiercely aroused her. He regulated the amount she received. Joe was adamant about giving her the whole thing. "It feels so good in there."
"It sure does." That solid thing, rubbing the deepest part of her, was getting her off in a big way. She concentrated on the pleasure building from within.
His fingers continued to perform their magic. Her swollen nuggets were between his thumb and forefinger. After an electrifying tweak, he kneaded her ample tits. They were sensitive in his grasp. He even orbited her navel before wending his way to her distended clit. His thumb covered that agitated dot. Gasping, she dug her nails into his forearm while he played with it. For the duration of his jiggling, he steadily boned her.
"Yes," she sobbed as her ass bounced off him. She took stiff cock right up her middle. Closing her eyes, she abandoned herself to that cramming sensation. She enjoyed its wide, satisfying fit. That thing really pried her apart. Her pussy clung to the skin of his dick, catching and bunching it until yielding to his firm push.
Joe manipulated her hot buttons to their mutual satisfaction.
As authorized law enforcers, the men were subject to stress and under tremendous pressure. Frequent exposure to violence and the grim reality of criminal life anesthetized and jaded them. The girls, a release valve, erased that negative outlook in their own, delectable way. Covering their expenses seemed a small price for the tonic benefit they derived.
Pete had his tongue in Robyn's mouth and his cock in Buffy's snatch. Orally exploring Robyn, he stirred her into a frenzy. Buffy, gasping when he drove himself to the hilt, lightly caressed his balls. Her fingers brushed him underwater. The powerful tingling that resulted had him groaning. Robyn stroked his nipples during their kiss. Sexually galvanized, he rammed into Buffy. Her pussy quivered strongly around his hard dick.
"Yeah," Buffy sobbed, her head rolling from side to side. She reflected not the slightest sign of vexation. Her pussy readily swallowed him, its reassuring squeeze bringing pleasure. "Oh, yeah."
"Fuck me, too," Robyn pleaded while he gave it to her. She ran her nails down his back, then scratched his tensing buttocks. "I want you inside me."
Pete disengaged himself from Buffy's cunt. She bit her bottom lip the second he came out, then coasted toward the rocks. Robyn aligned herself with Pete, wrapping her legs around his waist. She guided his bulbous head to her muff before he pushed. Her joy showed as he sank into that warm, cozy slot. Her lips pulled back from clenched teeth and a prolonged gasp sounded.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, shivering around his stiff cock. His balls clung to her quaking ass before he receded. They returned with a slapping force, along with his cunt-splitting trunk.
He pumped her while gazing into her moist eyes. Robyn's smile widened from his penetrating thrusts.
Buffy, eyeing Robyn's swollen nipples, took one between her teeth. She raked the thick stub to her visible delight.
Pete witnessed Buffy's nipple fixation while fucking Robyn. Seeing Robyn responding to Buffy afforded him an additional charge. The water splashed around him as he pumped the shapely brunette.
Larry sucked Cathy until she was a shuddering wreck. He focused on her sweet, thumping button. He enjoyed her wild beat against his weaving tip. He lashed her hard and strong, letting her ecstasy build. Her sleek, tanned thighs trembled around his head. She secured him with shaking hands, combing through his blond hair.
"Stay with me," she whimpered, riding his mouth. "I'm almost there."
Larry groaned at her flood of tart juice. She leaned against his lips and gushed. He drew the excitement from her feverish loins. Cathy tasted like candy, and went down smoothly. He lapped her faster, multiplying her tremors. Pinning back the lips of her pussy, he fully cleaned her. He whisked over her pink pulp. Gravitating to her hard clit, he licked her nonstop.
Cathy's blue spheres curved up in her sockets. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Larry gulped her sugary treat while she pummeled his cheeks and chin. Her breath came up short as her drenched cunt smacked his face.
While she was still recovering from that shuddering round, he climbed onto the rocks. Fastening his hands to her jerking buttocks, he pulled her onto his lap. His tall, rigid cock slid into her pussy. Cathy settled upon him with a moan. Her lips curved as she took his eight inches.
Larry gritted his teeth as that spasming cunt shrank around him. Its twitching affected his breathing.
Cathy rose and fell on him, absorbing him to the root. Her pussy thoroughly moistened him. He watched her snatch devour him. Heat and tension followed.
Dennis studied the pair of lips descending his cock. Stacy deep-throated him. His dick throbbed within her gullet. She came up slowly, revealing the section taken. Stacy's green eyes centered upon him. She sucked harder, drawing him back into that furnace. Her tongue slithered over the vein that ran the length of his underside.
He sported an erection as stiff as his younger counterparts. The ten and fifteen years he had on them bore no impact on the depth of his arousal. Stacy took solid bone in her mouth.
His muscular thighs surrounded her bobbing head. Her thumbs swirled over his balls while she ate him. One hand ceased that exercise, only to brush his dark blond thatch and pet his quivering stomach! Her fingers dispensed an electrical current. She snaked over the thin line of hair that tapered from the sparse matting on his chest, rendering a tingling bombardment.
After several moments of passionate activity, Dennis finally shut his eyes. Stacy's pucker caused him to reach his limit.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered, discharging. Her lips fastened about him, capturing every wave of jism. Her throat muscles functioned. She milked his spurting cock while maintaining eye contact. His senses momentarily dulled. He rested his head on the rocks while she drained him.
Stacy detached herself. Dennis groaned when those sucking lips released him. His disorientation did not prevent her from straddling him. His dick stayed hard, even after shooting. Despite the twenty years that separated them in age, she knew what to expect from him.
Dennis gasped with joy as that pussy closed over him. He loved its juicy grip. He tunneled into Stacy's liquid center, bringing a smile to her face. Her heavy breasts bounced as she galloped on his prickly thighs. Her nipples stood on his rotating thumbs.
Melissa moaned as Joe fucked her. She welcomed that hard, burrowing sensation in the pit of her groin. His muscled arms enclosed her, his hand over her mound. A sob was caught in her throat as he jiggled her clit. No matter how she writhed, his finger pursued her. Whimpering, she couldn't escape it.
Pete reinstalled himself in Buffy. A dazed Robyn stroked her pussy after he vacated it. She could still feel his deep, ramming thrusts, which had taken the wind out of her. Urgency had been behind his every push.
Her nipples tingled from Buffy's gentle biting. Although the voluptuous blonde had an attitude problem, she had mastered the art of nibbling. Robyn ran her hands over them, accentuating the thrill she left behind.
Pete, hunched over Buffy, fucked her with increased enthusiasm. Buffy moaned and writhed from his acceleration. Unfortunately, the water hampered his progress. Pete couldn't cut through it fast enough to meet Buffy's snatch.
Robyn plunged beneath the surface to observe his cock's sluggish movement. The sun pouring through the water furnished her crystal clarity. Gazing between their legs, she noted the heavy shaft keeping the pink lips open. In and out he glided, cramming every immersible inch. His balls smacked her gaping folds. His fingers spanned her butt cheeks, pulling her to him. When he eased from her clench, she saw the amount Buffy had absorbed.
Robyn caressed Pete's sac and the length of protruding cock. Tracing the big vein, she discerned his frantic beat. She explored the coarse texture of his sinew-rich thighs, enjoying Pete's manly weave. She transferred her hand to Buffy's legs, savoring their silkiness.
Buffy humped him with everything she had. Robyn could see she was on the brink of climaxing. Pete slammed into her, keeping pace with her mounting splendor. Suddenly, his dick dislodged and the white globules jetted from the tip. Pete massaged his shaft as he spewed. Robyn witnessed the gooey stream floating through the water. Extending her tongue, she caught some weightless drippage before it dissipated. When all had been consumed, she took Pete into her mouth and sucked what was left from his oozing cock.
Above her, Pete groaned and shuddered. Robyn's inspiration enhanced his orgasm. She pulled on his highly sensitive member during discharge. Wrapping his arms around Buffy, he enjoyed those lips twisting and siphoning his final drops.
Robyn emerged from below, outwardly pleased. She smiled at Pete, who continued shivering. A few feet away, Joe was finishing with Melissa. She dove for his load, too. Underwater, she saw Joe's finger revolving around Melissa's love button, speeding her enjoyment. His dick was jammed in her pussy, jerking wildly. Melissa bucked faster, distinctly getting off on that hard thing. At the moment of climax, they separated. Joe's cum gushed through the water, drifting toward Robyn's wriggling tongue. She guided him into her mouth and extracted his creamy residue.
"Oh, Christ," Joe groaned as Robyn tapped the beads of trapped jism. The sudden attachment of her lips after being inside Melissa was a definite mind-scramble.
After concluding with Joe, Robyn slurped Melissa's tender folds. Melissa shivered at her superb darting. The girl lengthened her pleasure by licking her.
The wails of others, achieving bliss, echoed around her.
CHAPTER TWO
"Do you think Joe will like this?"
Robyn examined the scanty article Melissa dangled before her. A second later, the see-through crotchless panties registered. "It'll receive tremendous attention."
"That's what I was hoping." A smile rounded her lips. "I think I'll wear it tonight. He's on duty all day and will expect something special."
Robyn regarded the price tag. That extensive garment would undergo rough treatment when she showed it to Joe. The men exhibited little respect for costly frills. They ripped the clothes from their bodies in the heat of passion. The girls learned to replace, rather than mend, and refrained from growing fond of any item in their wardrobe. They never scrutinized extravagances. The men demanded they wear sexy things-the less material, the better.
Shopping-or replenishing, as some viewed it-was a time to regroup. The late night hours held a separate meaning for Police Babes. They were on call at two or three in the morning, running off to strange motels or having the men stop by their place. Occasionally, the men wanted to see them alone, or in pairs. The girls learned to put off their beauty sleep until dawn and ran errands late in the afternoon. Those errands involved restocking items-food and beverages favored by the men, or adding naughty apparel to their wardrobe. If a garment got damaged during playtime, a Police Babe shrugged it off as the cost of keeping her man happy.
One cardinal rule the men imposed on them was that the girls were forbidden to be intimate with an outsider. In an age where unprotected sex entailed risk, the men wished to preserve the health of their clique.
Melissa, Robyn and the others accepted those prerequisites. Becoming a Police Babe, they saw an improvement to their lifestyles. They were accorded many privileges they wouldn't normally have. Punching a clock at a nine-to-five job was no longer necessary. They were required to look gorgeous and perform when needed. Other than that, they enjoyed total freedom.
After the cashier rang up their sales, they stopped for a cup of coffee. People swarmed the mall. Robyn gazed at the women strolling with their bags. Many either appeared content with their purchases or glowed from fulfillment with their men. The younger ones provoked different impressions. They didn't have set boyfriends and-likely dated several. Robyn missed the variety. The men in their group certainly pleased her, yet the chase and conquest were gone.
"Have you ever wished you were someplace else?" Robyn dreamily asked.
Melissa sipped her chocolate-flavored coffee. "What do you mean?"
"In another life."
Anticipating her evening with Joe, Melissa shook her head. "Never. I like the current arrangement."
"Wouldn't it be fun having a new man, discovering what turns him on?"
Melissa shrugged. "Finding ways of thrilling the ones we have keep me busy. Cops make excellent lovers. They have such sexy minds. Besides, it's comforting to be with guys we can explore every erotic possibility with and not worry. It's a strange world out there."
Robyn eyed a six-foot-plus blond-haired stud as he rounded the corner. He gave her a second and third glance before disappearing into a store. "It's not that strange."
Melissa studied her carefully. "Are you tiring of the present structure?"
Robyn swiftly recovered. "Of course not.
Occasionally, I have.. .cravings. I believe it's normal to check out the local talent for comparison purposes."
"The men keep themselves in shape. They work out. They pamper us. What more could you possibly want?"
Robyn sighed, then climbed to her feet. "You're right. Let's drop it. I was merely indulging my imagine. Can we stop at that music store down the way? There are a few CDs I wanted to buy."
"Sure."
Melissa skeptically regarded Robyn. Her remarks prompted concern. The men were intolerant of transgressions. She prayed, for Robyn's sake, that she wasn't contemplating one.
The music store had marked down its entire inventory. Melissa, instantly drawn to the bins, began searching for titles she wanted to add to her collection. Robyn appeared similarly enthralled with the bargains. She sifted through the bins with a smile. Songs of popular artists poured from the speakers, enriching their quest.
Within moments, Melissa forgot their disturbing conversation. Other people entered the store, gleaning desired merchandise. A few slipped into curtained booths, where microphones and audio equipment permitted listening enjoyment prior to purchasing an item.
The salesmen, conceivably in their early twenties, dressed casually. Melissa noted the T-shirts bearing the store's logo and the knee-length shorts worn. She dismissed the young man who stopped and asked if she required assistance. He, like his co-workers, looked like they wanted to score some easy pussy.
Having donned a tight T-shirt and a pair of formfitting shorts, Melissa could understand his fascination. Her big, jutting tits mesmerized him. She smiled politely, but offered no encouragement. She never took men not of her intimate circle seriously.
She glanced at Robyn. A tall, dark-haired guy with a ponytail approached her. She was extended similar customer treatment. Un-like Melissa, she took him up on his bid to find the music she favored. Robyn warmed to his closeness. She observed the color in her cheeks and the gaiety in her expression. Melissa perceived a hungriness in her demeanor. The salesman responded to her frequent smirking. Their bodies brushed several times.
A few minutes later, Melissa returned her attention to the rows of CDs. Robyn was a big girl and knew what was expected of her. Melissa couldn't fret over her penchant for flirting.
The rhythmic thump of a rap tune lured her into a carefree mood. Melissa swayed while going through the plastic cases, making her selections. Time leisurely passed.
When Melissa had exhausted the section, she scanned the store for Robyn. She found no sign of her down any of the aisles. The curvaceous brunette had vanished, along with that hunky sales guy. She bit her bottom lip as the implication registered.
Automatically, Melissa whirled around and stared at the curtained booths in back. All appeared occupied. She peeked behind the first and saw a young girl with headphones obliviously mouthing the lyrics and dancing. In the next, a similarly equipped black man enjoyed some upbeat rap music.
The third booth caused Melissa's pulse to race. The tall, pony-tailed salesman leaned against the back wall while cupping Robyn's head and steering her face to his groin. His shorts were piled around his hairy ankles. Swaying, he thrust at her mouth. Melissa heard the faint sucking and licking noises that accompanied his urgent thrusts. The guy's mouth was slack, sometimes twisting to reflect his apparent bliss. He barely contained his satisfied groan.
Oh, Robyn! Melissa silently agonized.
From the moment they were welcomed into their exclusive fold, the men specified that sex with strangers was not permissible. To ensure compliance, both frequently submitted to testing. Although the strapping young male with his cock in Robyn's mouth hardly seemed a health hazzard, she'd nonetheless violated the rule.
Melissa's initial impulse was to drag Robyn out of there and harshly reprimand her. She deemed her disobedience a slap in the face to the men. Robyn liked the entitlements bestowed a Police Babe, yet wanted more.
As the guy lurched in front of Robyn, responding to the flicker of her tongue and swoop of her lips, Melissa postponed her argument. She guessed he was twenty or twenty-one, in the last year of college. His employment at the music store was solely for the summer. Neither he, nor Robyn, was aware of her surveillance. He solemnly digested Robyn's activities. When she pulled back, Melissa saw the slender shaft protrude from her mouth. Long and narrow, denotative of the young man's figure.
Melissa grew warm, studying Robyn's involvement with that cock. Robyn was indisputably an oral expert. The men loved her blow jobs. She obtained pleasure from running her tongue all over it, then popping the bubbles with her lips.
Melissa was familiar with the size and shape of the men. Seeing one different brought a titillating jolt. Her pussy tightened from the forbidden thrill. Although she acknowledged what Robyn had done was wrong, it nonetheless turned her on.
Breathlessly, she watched.
Robyn lashed that solid knob, leaving a frothy trail. She circled the cum slit, then ladled the stray drops of goo that promptly emerged. Fiercely beating, he relished her imaginative whips.
His name was Lennie, as shown on the plate affixed to his shirt. Robyn did not need additional information. She only sought his manliness. He reacted to the electrical stream her roaming fingers generated. After grazing him with her breasts, she perceived his flaring lust. She could not keep her hands to herself, nor could he. That vexing horniness seized her.
Getting seduced by a customer probably made his day.
Lennie watched her slurp his cockhead. Her tongue danced capriciously around its aggravated center, spreading foamy moisture. Her warm breath fluttered over the bubbly accumulation. He shivered when her foamy spit dribbled down his dick.
Robyn traced the heavy rim, collecting some of her lather. Her artistic whips occasioned a string of gasps. She could feel his guttural joy with each shivering pass of her tongue. Clasping her head, he guided her to the areas for enhanced focus.
She moistened the length of his cock and its scope of veins. The main one, running from his bloated crown to his taut sac, experienced her tormenting wriggle. She centered on it, delivering one agonizing lick after another. Her succession of mind-bending slurps increased his rigidity. At full extension, the skin of his cock was taut.
Robyn zeroed in on his balls. She could scarcely resist that tight pouch. Her tongue lingered over its velvety skin while lashing him into a frenzy.
Lennie clenched his fists, then gripped her skull. He mouthed the words, "That feels good," while handling the rush. She passionately stroked his balls. His chest condensed, then expanded. He fought to take air into his lungs. "Oh, yeah," he finally whispered, totally exhilarated.
Robyn's lips moved forward, engulfing him in her drenching heat. Her fingers wove through his dark pubes, then up his trembling stomach. Around his equipment she swirled, savoring her exploration of a new body. His male salt pleased her taste buds. She slapped more spit over his balls, soaking them. She was wise to the joy a man reaped when that section was caressed.
She briefly wondered if he had a girlfriend and whether she licked them, too. Judging from his abandonment, she gathered Lennie rarely received that kind of attention.
Robyn sighed. Lennie left her hot and bothered. He was definitely the sort of guy she liked throwing against a wall and fucking.
She suffered not one regrettable moment. Her infidelity to the group wasn't given extensive thought. She just cheated a little. For the moment, she was drawn into Lennie's orbit and enjoyed the expedition.
Having bathed his balls in hot saliva, her lips found their way back to his cockhead. His dick, stretched high, looked ready for another bout.
Lennie eased himself into her mouth. His chest expanded as she latched herself to him. Lazily, she glided to his base. Those green pupils locked on him while she swallowed his cock. His jaw dropped as he throbbed in her baking warmth. The suction that followed curled his toes.
"Yes," he gasped, his eyes rolling into their whites.
Lennie filled Robyn's face with his hard, thriving shaft. He groaned as she stroked him. Her sinuous tip played with his large vein. Her hands, enveloping his buns, caressed him. The rotations of her thumbs drove him wild. Her slippery clasp amplified those sensations. Back and forth she swept, steadily pulling On him. He disappeared in that red ring and reemerged, saliva-slick. Her lipstick smeared his cock.
Swinging his hips, he slapped her chin with his balls. She took him in dizzying mouthfuls. Her bottom lip rubbed the pulsing vein of his underside while he jammed her throat.
"Yeah," he gasped, pumping her face. Her fingers tightened around his ass. She fondled his buns while sucking him, trying to make him cum. He knew he couldn't stall in the listening booth forever, and briefly dreaded the scolding by his boss that lay ahead. Robyn's cohesive wrap dispelled that cloud of concern.
Yeah, he thought, pressing himself firmly to her face. It was all her idea. She wanted to blow him. He didn't possess the will to defy those hungry lips.
Robyn had his quaking butt in her hands. Up and down the backs of his bristly thighs she whisked. The twirl of her thumbs provoked his thrust. Her lips closed around his sliding cock. In and out he yawned, demanding all the room she could afford him.
"Jesus," he muttered, driving into her throat. "Oh, yeah. Keep going. Stay on it."
Her wrenching suck ordered him to cum. Lennie could not resist her invitation. Her stirring touch and juicy clasp overpowered him. Gripping her head, he pumped her face. 'Take it," he groaned. His balls struck her chin as he finished. "Oh, yeah."
Robyn drank his jism. Lennie, gyrating his hips, creamed heavily in her mouth. Using her lips and tongue, she milked him of the burden he carried. She raked those quivering buns with her nails until they ceased jerking.
Her eyes flashed at Melissa through the slit of the curtain. Robyn slowly detached herself. Saliva bridged from her lips to the tip of his cock. Lennie, groaning, slumped against the wall.
"Stay here," she whispered after rising to her feet. "Get yourself together before you walk out."
Weakly, he nodded. He'd never been blown like that. She left him thoroughly disheveled.
Robyn departed the booth without looking at Melissa. She sensed the flak she was about to receive. At least Melissa waited until they threw their bags in the trunk and got into the car before letting her have it.
"What's gotten into you?" Melissa blasted her. "You ought to know better than to pull a stunt like that."
Robyn refused to feel bad about it. "Frankly, I thought it was fun."
"I doubt the men will agree after they learn about it."
"You're not going to tattle on me, are you?"
"I should," Melissa fumed, inserting her key into the ignition. "You were being totally irresponsible."
"Relax, honey. It was a mad impulse. I doubt it will happen again."
Melissa sighed. "You shouldn't play games like that. It could get you in a lot of trouble."
Robyn gently caressed her shoulder. "You're right. It was absolutely dumb. Let's forget about it."
Although she wanted to believe otherwise, Melissa sensed Robyn's apology was insincere. She sank back in her seat and lapsed into what appeared a dreamy reverie for the duration of the drive.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, yeah," Cathy van Tussell moaned as Dennis Austin impaled her on his upright cock. She bit her bottom lip while gazing at the monstrous thing he buried in the center of her blonde fluff. She draped her long, slender legs over his muscular thighs. His chest cushioned her back. Looking down, she saw that he curved into her gaping cunt. His enormous hands enveloped her tiny waist before pulling her down to his wide base. His balls pressed her wet, quivering lips after he completely embedded his big dick.
She stroked his taut pouch and caressed his emerging portion as she rode him. The pair of handcuffs limited her grope of him. She willingly allowed him to link her wrists. They were authentic ones, used in the line of duty. His police uniform, replete with cap, was neatly folded on the chair.
Pete Warner yanked down his boxer shorts and stood in front of her. His cock jutted heavily at her mouth. "Lick it up and down," he told Cathy.
Her tongue stretched toward his bulbous head. The weight of the cuffs handicapped her. He pulsed beneath her teasing flicker. A tear of cum leaked from his tip. She cleaned it with a single slash of saliva.
Pete flinched as her tongue raced up and down the length of him. "Yeah, baby. Soak it. Wet me down."
Dennis groaned as she humped him. Her tight pussy climbed his rigid shaft, then gobbled him to the root. Cathy managed to jointly take them on. She smothered him in a moist, clutching squish.
On the bed, Stacy Wilson crouched on her knees and elbows while Larry Brubaker stuck himself in her ass. She had on handcuffs, too. Larry had snapped them over her slender wrists before applying a generous amount of K-Y to her anus. She purred as he ran a finger through her narrow passage before stuffing it with cock.
"It's so big," she sobbed, clawing the sheets.
"It sure is," he gasped as her rectum gripped him. She nearly crushed him. "Oh, fuck."
Stacy fanned her fingers, then made a fist as he crammed in every available inch he had. She gritted her teeth while holding him in that tiny channel. His golden pubes rubbed her trembling cheeks and his balls strained at her rear entrance. His lazy thrusts physically taxed her and caused dizziness. He pumped her slowly, allowing her to adjust.
Larry clasped her furry mound while plugging her ass. He separated her damp cunt lips, then circled her clit.
The air rushed out of her. Hard, splitting cock entered her ass. Her lips rounded as he drove himself home. His hands secured her waist while continuously supplying her with meat. His dick slid in and out of that tiny hole. Squeezing himself into it, he gasped. Squealing with delight, she shoved herself back and took some more.
The men came straight from a hostage situation. For seven hours, they'd been stationed outside a frame house, bargaining with a psycho. A disgruntled boyfriend, cracking after a breakup with his girl, refused to let her leave. Her screams prompted a call to the police. He hurled threats at them, demanding they leave. His finger wavered over an electronic gadget that would have detonated the house. A demolition expert, he had wired his place with explosives. Dennis calmly negotiated with him while Pete snuck in through the back. They apprehended the man before true harm could be inflicted.
Their mission complete, they rounded up the girls for some effective relief. As usual, the women provided it.
Cathy sobbed as she fucked Dennis. "Ram that cock up me like you said you would. Please. Give it to me."
He elevated himself from the chair, joining with her. "I'm slamming it to you, baby. Come down and take it."
His hands covered her big, firm breasts. Her swollen nipples peeked through his fingers. He massaged those eraser-thick ends with his palms.
Cathy lowered her manacled hands to her clit and jiggled. Pink and wet, she ballooned beneath her revolving digit. Below, Dennis tunneled into her juicy slot until only his pouch showed. She fingered that excited dot while he slid in and out of her, enjoying both sensations.
Pete cupped Cathy's head and aligned himself with her mouth. "Don't forget me, baby," he said before feeding her his dick.
Cathy's lips widened, then enclosed him. Pete groaned as she pulled him into her tingling vacuum. He baked in her sucking furnace.
"Christ, baby. You go so deep."
Cathy merely sucked while Dennis charged up her middle. She loved his hard, splitting cock. His immense hands surrounded her waist, controlling her intake. Dennis fucked her with authority. She felt that solid growth sticking out of her pussy. He wedged himself to the broad stem, then yanked himself from her slimy grasp.
Meanwhile, Pete plunged into her throat. He throbbed against her winding tongue. She used her lips to accelerate his pleasure. Her hands were otherwise indisposed.
Stacy tried staying on her knees while Larry fucked her ass, but his frenzied rhythm caused her to slide onto her stomach. Her knees dug into the mattress as he submerged his whole cock in her butt hole. She sobbed as that dick filled her. He gave it to her slowly, enabling her a chance to savor it.
Larry had one hand over her erect nipple, the other on her mound. He dragged those silky buttocks to him until his balls sat on them. She moved her hips to speed his satisfaction.
Stacy dwelled in a delightfully numb state. At the height of relaxation, she could enjoy his anal probe of her. Although he had a big one, she found the connection rewarding. She seized a pillow and rested her head. The thrill came from being denied use of her hands. The restraints prevented her from touching Larry while he decided which areas to caress. So far, he'd made delicious choices. His electrical contact set her on fire.
Larry carefully watched Stacy. Afraid of hurting her, he didn't want to go too fast. The luscious brunette writhed beneath him, handling his eight inches. Her anus, determined to drain him, locked about his cock. He went a little faster, charging into that snug passage. Her squeeze nearly sapped his will power.
Again, Larry worked her clit. He stayed on it, rubbing her until she trembled beneath him. She swelled and moistened his fingers with her fragrant juices. He whiffed them while plugging her sweet ass. The scent of cunt drove him to distraction.
"Yes," she whispered, vibrating. "That feels good."
His arousal escalated. He slammed into her backside, his cool deserting him. That tight, itchy anus screamed for more of him. He stuffed himself into her ass, groaning as the skin of his cock bunched before easing into her dark squish.
Stacy mewled with delight. "Don't stop."
His twitching finger kept her lust alive. She melted beneath his frantic play.
Pete studied Cathy's tits through a veneer of sweat. He removed his cock from her mouth, then bundled it with those soft melons. Her nipples were poised at the ceiling. Wet from her bubbly saliva, he had the necessary lubrication. Standing on his toes, he charged through her cleavage. He fucked her soft, plump tits. The friction sent a rippling jolt.
Cathy rose and fell on Dennis's lap, stroking the shaft buried between her legs and the one in her cleavage. She could feel their excitement build. Both were ready to explode.
Over her shoulder, Dennis watched her tits clasp and milk Pete's thick shaft. She jammed down on him, swallowing his big old thing to the stem. Her pussy maintained its alternating grasp.
Pete, perspiration dripping from his brow, rocked on his toes. He was fairly close to losing it. Her boobs had him at the edge. They grabbed his cock and precipitated his ecstasy. His bloated crown rose from her satiny cleft, large and red. The gash opened as though she momentarily expected a creamy geyser.
Larry, butt-fucking Stacy, recognized the increased tremors. Reducing his pace did not help. That tight ass brutally pulled on him. The urge to shoot deepened. "I'm going to cum."
Stacy didn't hear him. His fingering made her climax. He absently jiggled her into orbit. Clenching her teeth, she pitched under him. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Larry could feel her cum. He plucked himself from her ass-hole and ran his fist up and down his cock. The spasms ravaged him. He grimaced as hot jism spurted over her anus and rocking buns.
Stacy sobbed as he sprinkled her. His cum ran into her crack and down her inner thighs. Her handcuffs clinked while she thrashed. She suffered a disturbing void where his dick had been. Shifting on her stomach, she rode out the joy that coursed through her system.
Pete yanked himself out of Cathy's sweaty groove. He shoved his dick into her hand and silently ordered her to pull on it. Although she had limited use of her hands, she complied. Within seconds, he squirted. His animal growl echoed through the room as he emptied himself on her tits. Cathy whimpered from the warm splash of cum. She rubbed it over her stiff nipples, despite her metal bonds.
Dennis closed his eyes as he came in her pussy. He could no longer ignore the tension it yielded. He shuddered from her gratifying squeeze.
Cathy removed him before he fully discharged and wiped his spurting head over her clit. The pressure of his knob was all she needed. Stale air whistled through her teeth while she jerked on his lap. Cum oozed from his tip, smearing her love button and blending with her blonde pubes. He remained hard for the duration of her wrenching orgasm. She kept rubbing her clit with his creamy knob until the convulsion subsided.
Having spent themselves, and given the lateness of the hour, the men set them free. The girls could never predict the length of their stay. Sometimes, the men sought only a quickie.
Dennis watched Stacy collect her purse.
"Aren't you going to spend the night? I'll fix you breakfast in the morning."
Stacy smiled. "Let me guess: coffee, Danish and you."
"Smart girl."
"Thanks, but I think I'd rather climb into bed and sleep until noon."
Cathy snuggled between Larry and Pete. A storehouse of energy, the curvaceous blonde looked ready for another round. "Go ahead. I'll take good care of them."
"I'm sure you will."
The drive was mercifully short. Most of them were within fifteen minutes of each other. Stacy could barely keep her eyes open. Her body screamed for rest.
As she pulled in front of her place, however, she noticed a man sitting on her porch. She began to reach for her cellular phone, prepared to summon one of the men to eject that vagrant. It wasn't until her headlights flashed on him that she got a good look at his face.
Oh, God, she thought as she established recognition. It was her old boyfriend, Wes Krazinski. That strong, Polish profile put her on alert. His long, trim body and blond hair gave him away.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, slamming the door of her Mercedes. Her spike heels clicked on the asphalt.
He brandished his winning smile. "Are you glad to see me, babe?"
Stacy wasn't taken by it. She had a long memory. Three years of total frustration eclipsed his arsenal of tricks. "Are you looking for money?"
He motioned to her car. "Pretty imagine set of wheels you have there." He nodded at her two-story home. "Nice pad, too. You've done well for yourself."
She wasn't about to expound. Wes didn't need to be enlightened about her lifestyle, and she was in no mood for his cajolery. "How did you know where to find me?"
"By asking a lot of questions and cashing in on old favors." He walked up and attempted to embrace her, but she took a step back. "Still sore? I don't blame you. I left without leaving a note. My mistake."
She sighed. "Why don't I make some coffee? You look as though you could use a cup."
His mouth practically watered as he regarded her. "We'll have it in bed."
She shook her head. "That part is over. I won't let you touch me."
"Why? You always loved it. I never failed to satisfy you."
Stacy remembered how well, too. Wes had a hard body and a thick sex organ-not to mention a fast tongue. Her allegiance to the men, however, banned her from reacquainting herself with those prized lovemaking skills. "How much do you need?"
"Let's not spoil our little reunion. We'll discuss it in the morning. Why don't I bunk down on your sofa?"
Permitting him in her house would be a major blunder. Wes would try sneaking into her bed when her defenses were down. "No. I'll drive you to a motel. I'll pay for the room, then give you something to tide you over. That's all, Wes. You'll have to find a job. I can't keep paying off your debts."
His face darkened. "Why are you so determined to get rid of me?"
"Because you're trouble. You always were."
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch. She could feel his bulging excitement. His dick was hard as bone. "You want that. I know you do."
Truthfully, she did. Stacy, however, wasn't about to disobey the sacred commandment taken by the Police Babes: no sex with outsiders. "I'm sorry, Wes. That won't happen. Let's go. There's a hotel up the road. You'll stay there, then we'll talk in the morning."
Her rejection shocked him. It was un-like Stacy to say no. "Okay, baby. Tomorrow. But prepare yourself, because I'm going to do my best to change your mind."
CHAPTER FOUR
The evening went beautifully. Melissa donned the diaphanous bra and panties purchased earlier that day. Soft music piped from the recessed speakers. She turned the lights low. A bottle of champagne cooled in a bucket of ice, while the smell of a home-cooked meal wafted from the kitchen. Joe appreciated all the amenities she extended, including the silk boxer shorts bought during her shopping expedition. She carefully folded his cop uniform and placed it on the chair while he slipped into them. The novelty item suited his strapping form. A shiver of anticipation passed through Melissa as she gazed at his smooth, muscular planes.
They ate dinner by candlelight, quietly chatting about the day. Melissa's thoughts invariably returned to the scene in the backroom of the music store. She withheld her comments revolving around that episode. The sight of that young guy's cock in Robyn's mouth still haunted her. That sin rested on Robyn's shoulders, not hers. Hopefully, she suffered a measure of remorse.
Melissa decided to push aside all reminders of it. Although she threatened Robyn with exposure, she had no intention of telling Joe or any of the other men. That was Robyn's burden.
Besides, Melissa believed it would gain nothing, other than causing a rift between her and Robyn. Having been with the group much longer, she saw several girls drift in and out of it. Several corresponded her exit with the resignation of a cop. A policeman's life was fraught with danger and tension. Some were wounded, others reassigned to less perilous precincts. Melissa lost many good friends to accidents and transitions. She usually adapted, but not without effort.
One friend in particular came to mind: Trish. They'd been incredibly close, sharing confidences and occasional intimacies. When Trish confided that she had taken a lover outside the group, Melissa panicked. She tried discouraging her from leaving, but Trish had romantic allusions. Eventually, she moved away and ceased all communication.
Melissa did not relish that happening with Robyn.
"What's wrong?" Joe asked while pouring her a glass of champagne. They had just gotten into bed when her mind went totally blank. "Is something bothering you?"
Melissa's mind reverted to the present. Comforting Joe was her first priority. "I'm sorry, honey. What were you saying?"
"You're a million miles away, aren't you?"
She smiled, then caressed the superb definition of his chest. "I'm right here, baby, and all for you."
His eyes dropped to her see-through bra and panties. Her nipples protruded from the gauzy cups. The skimpy thing barely contained the weight of her enormous breasts. He clearly saw her red triangle beneath the sheer material of her bottoms. "Did you pick that up just for me?"
Her lips curved. "Naturally."
"Do you think it'll hold up after tonight?"
"I'm curious to find out." Joe's handsome face shut out the unpleasant aspects of her day. Lightly, she massaged his firm pectorals. For a man of thirty-six, he maintained the physique of someone a decade younger. The police force expected rigorous workouts, of which Joe dutifully participated. Dispensing a feathery touch, she swept down his flatboard stomach and marveled at its solid network. She left a tingling trail. Keeping an eye on the shiny folds of his underwear, she manually teased him. She found no detectable sign of growth during her ticklish journey.
"I can't guarantee the safety of your outfit," he huskily informed her, "if you persist in doing that."
She tilted her glass and sprinkled a few drops of champagne over his chest. Smiling devilishly, she lowered her tongue and delicately licked them. The blend of saliva and the bit of bubbly made him sticky. She purposely lapped his nipple, then spilled a few drops into his navel.
His Adam's apple twitched. "You're definitely asking for it."
"You're right."
Melissa's wealth of red hair tumbled over his stomach as she cleaned him. Joe clenched his fists as she daubed his navel. The mixture of sweat and champagne made him taste yummy. She noted his tremors, along with his extended groan. While her tits rested in his lap, she felt his cock swell in size. His eight inches took shape. She wriggled against him, provoking his development.
Finally, Joe couldn't handle another tormenting second. "Your turn, baby," he croaked. "Flip onto your back."
Melissa obeyed. He relieved her of the glass, then sent its foamy contents over her mountainous breasts. The carbonated beverage tickled upon contact. He waited for it to collect in her cleavage and slither behind the decorative borders of her top before applying his tongue. For a man accustomed to violence and using brute strength, Joe delicately flickered over her flesh. He removed the effervescent beads a whisk at a time. His sweep brought lightning bolts of pleasure. The gossamer fabric of her bra yielded to a push of his thumbs. Her toes curled as he attached himself to each nipple and sucked the flavor from them. Her toes curled as he drew strongly from them. After her thoughts were in shambles, he dropped to the cleft of her breasts and drained the pool that had settled. Her encounter with that vibrant tongue was electrifying.
Melissa shifted on her back. Ecstasy coursed through her.
Warm air filtered over her aroused skin as he journeyed down the length of her body. Joe pushed aside the removable panel and exhaled sharply over her red nest. Her pussy lay bare for him. She writhed as that limber tip delivered its bubbly concoction. He ate her slowly, attuned to the jitteriness that formed in the pit of her groin.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, surrendering to it. "Ohhhh. More. Yes. Don't stop."
Joe held her open with his thumbs. He outlined her pink flaps, then breezed over the enlarged bud. Melissa's nails sank into his shoulder. Joe ignored the mild stabbing pain. He returned to that solid bump and found its frenzied pulse. Back and forth he went, lathering her with spit. Bubbly foam layered her quivering patch. He concentrated on her delighted squeals and wild gyrating. Melissa's tits pitched, her nipples vibrating. Her heels dug into the mattress while his head stayed down.
"Oh, God," she wailed above his steady gulp. Her passion edged higher as he ate. Keeping her thighs apart, she felt that marvelous weakness seize her.
Joe ate right through her contractions. That tongue never lost mobility. He went on, preparing her for another round. Melissa marveled at his persistence and generosity. His tongue was unstoppable. She pressed herself to his face and shook. He lapped her to oblivion.
Before long, Melissa peaked. She lost count of her orgasms. His rapid-fire pace sent her to the top. He slid over those nectar-rich membranes with delicious speed, carrying her higher and higher.
She palmed her rock-hard nipples. Joe's saliva lubricated her swirling movement. She tweaked those thick stubs, feeling the charge down to her toes.
His thirst proved unquenchable. He went down on her without an intermission. His creative strokes left her a shaking wreck. Enfeebled by his tongue, Melissa could do nothing except submit. He licked her from one orgasm to the next, indifferent to the rawness.
Melissa jerked at his gut-wrenching slurp. "Put your tongue there. Yes. Suck that clit. Whip it with your tongue. Keep me wet. Give it to me faster. Slide it into my hot, wet cunt."
Joe drank hugely from her loins. He lashed her gelatinous contours, curving along her swollen love bud. Her nectar flowed down his throat. His tireless gulp drenched her with desire.
Melissa twisted from the fury of his tongue, grasping his shoulders as he indulged his appetite. She teetered from the heights of lust, letting her pleasure escalate with each masterful stroke.
She pleaded for him not to stop. Joe gave her no cause for concern. He licked her clit until shivers riddled her spine. He feverishly tongued her, letting her gratification build and crest.
Joe flitted over her aroused button, eliciting sighs and shivers from Melissa. He dabbed her cunt with refreshing saliva, spreading heat into her creamy folds. His brisk tempo drove her to the limit of her sanity. He dove into her silky hole, spearing her hot loins.
Joe fondled her with his mouth. He massaged her mound while sucking her. His drool spilled from the corners and dribbled to her inner thighs.
Melissa whimpered as that guttural weakness culminated. Circling her clit, he brought a flurry of spasms-stronger than those previously experienced. She didn't think she could handle another bout with that dynamic tip.
Her nails dug into her palms. She clenched her fists as euphoria overtook her. She writhed and gyrated beneath his oral clutch, then pelted his face. Her cunt pulsated, the lips trembling. Nectar dripped from her slit, only to be devoured.
Joe lifted his face from her quivering pussy, then yanked down his shorts. His cock stretched at her, ready for action. Melissa, gulping for air, held her arms out to him. He climbed on top, wedging apart her sleek legs with his muscular thighs. Her crotchless panties enabled him to fuck her without having to take them off. His cock slid smoothly into her cunt. Melissa, drenching wet, easily accommodated his long, wide member.
"Yeah, baby," Joe muttered while putting it in her.
Melissa gasped. Pounding hardness went between her legs. Her pussy lips folded back and gobbled eight inches. Her hands closed over his solid buns, dragging him tightly to her squirming body. She sucked air through gritted teeth, then moaned from that hard, filling sensation.
"Yeah," he grunted, stabbing into her furry mound.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered, feeling the slice of his cock.
Joe cupped her shoulders and jammed himself as deeply as possible into that snatch. Liquid heat engulfed him. Gazing into her eyes, he began to thrust. He loved watching Melissa, from the insertion stage to her shuddering climax. "Yeah," he muttered, pulling her to him. "Can you feel me move in your pussy?"
"Yes." Melissa's chin came up, then her lips twisted. Joe's thickness always challenged her. She was never quite prepared for it.
"Jesus," Joe gasped. His jaw dropped and the air squeezed from his expanded chest. Despite his marred expression, those tight walls enclosed him. He fed his excited dick to that hungry snatch. Melissa shrank around him. He charged through that slimy squeeze until his dark pubes meshed with her red ones. Her big tits cushioned his chest. Her hard nipples stabbed his resilient flesh.
Melissa moaned as he split her middle. Twisting her buttocks, she fought to receive every bit of him. She surrendered to that push of authority. Joe regulated her consumption. While pumping her, his balls slapped her ass. She blindly searched for him with her hands and found his broad shaft jutting from her wet hole.
He scooped her tits together and plunged his mouth over the pointed ends. Melissa whimpered as he sucked. "Mmmmm," Joe groaned, feverishly attaching himself. He throttled her ripe nugget with his tongue.
Whimpering, she jerked beneath him. Lifting her ass, she heatedly stuffed him between her legs. Her juicy lips caught the taut skin of his dick. She reversed direction before losing him, recapturing that stiff cock.
His eyes were glued to her, carefully digesting her response. Her expressions fed his imagination. He loved driving her wild with his cock. She greased his member with her overflowing joy. Her cunt drippings made him warm and slick. He sawed through those sappy lips and went as far as possible. Her pussy supplied him gratifying friction.
Melissa lay back, pleasured by his confident strokes. Her cunt devoured him to the trunk. Pushing her way to his ample stem, she twisted her pussy lips. His balls bulged at her quivering entrance.
Joe, framing that satiny ass with his hands, fucked the fur-lined hole. Melissa's mouth formed a circle, from which an endless stream of gasps spouted. His wide member kept her wet and open. He squeezed her buns while packing that drenched space. Her cock squeaked against those slick cunt lips.
Melissa trailed hot, wanting kisses from Joe's mouth to the nape of his throat. Her hands swept up and down his powerful back before resting on his ass. She stroked his equipment in feathery circles. His dick, protruding from her gaping hole, remained anchored even as she physically riled him.
Joe began to groan, but Melissa slipped him her tongue. She perceived his thrill. He shifted above her, reacting from that electrical surge.
"Mmmmm," she moaned down his throat. She pressed her tits to his chest. He kept shoving his cock, increasing her verbal feedback. Her pussy grabbed that rigid thing, attempting to stop it. Joe jerked himself from her grasp, fucking her into submission.
After frantically riding her, he displaced Melissa's tongue. "Take me," he croaked, encompassing that spirited ass with his hands and plowing into her juicy core. "Take my big dick." He savagely pumped her, sincerely trying to get her off. "It wants to make you cum."
Melissa could feel the strength in his cock. Joe's thrusts placed more emphasis on her back. Her shoulders and head dug into the mattress as he slammed into her hot, receptive flesh.
Joe crammed all he had into her juicy cunt. His improved tempo resulted in her endless sobbing. He felt the snare of those greasy lips in the pit of his balls.
He mouthed Melissa's nipples, provoking her temperature. He lashed those flavorful nuggets, surrounding them in a wreath of bubbles. As they popped, she writhed.
Melissa wept. That bone-solid shaft reached deeply into her cunt. "Yes," she whimpered, close to cumming. She needed only a little more of him to peak. "Oh, yes."
"Let it happen," Joe muttered. His feral expression provoked her. His nostrils flared and his mouth twisted. Crimson blotches shaded his cheeks. "Don't hold back."
His rampant enthusiasm overwhelmed her. He fiercely pumped her with that dick, speeding up her joy. She experienced the dizzying climb, the amassing commotion, and then that startling consummation. Tenaciously, Joe drew her to that toe-curling onslaught. His white-hot cock drove into her responsive pussy.
The intensity of her convulsion left her debilitated. Those powerful contractions impaired her vision and speech. That firm chest pinioned her breasts while the lower portion of him turned into a piston. His rapid-fire movements catapulted her into oblivion. She lost sight of Joe and his proximity to orgasm. She lost her grip on reality, whipped into a frenzy. Smashed beneath him, she shoved herself at that immense spike. Her quivering center ached from penetration. She screamed her way through that sapping climax.
Joe's animal growl sounded above the din. Sightless and open-mouthed, he looked rather incoherent. His ragged breathing supplied her a clue. Slowly lifting himself, his cum gushed from her snatch. The proof of his fulfillment dripped from her cunt.
"Jesus," he gasped, collapsing on his back.
She placed her hand over his heart. His staccato beat informed her of its galloping fulfillment. His dick was red, and sticky from her juices. His creamy knob drew her fascination. She dragged her red mane over his stomach, then took him into her mouth. Joe balled his fists as her lips tightened around his bulbous head. His knee came up as he sharply exhaled.
She caressed his quivering abdominals, then brushed his dark pubes before clasping his erection. Her moist lips kept him hard. She thoroughly cleaned him.
While his cock was in her mouth, images of Robyn with that guy haunted her. Melissa could still see him rocking on his heels while Robyn sucked him. She hoped it had been sheer impulse that propelled her.
Melissa felt an unofficial obligation to keep the Police Babes together.
CHAPTER FIVE
Buffy was well into her second dream when the doorbell rang. Angrily, she pulled a pillow over her head to block the nagging sound. The drone persisted. Unable to ignore it, she threw back the sheets and went to answer it.
"I wish you fucking guys would give me a break," she sneered while donning a satin robe. The previous night, she had been with John Raferty, another of the cops in their group. In his squad car, he drove like a maniac with the light flashing. Buffy clung on for dear life. Her reaction amused John, who was a pro at high-speed chases. Her heart raced to the danger point, her mascara ran and her carefully coiffed hair was a mess by the time he exited the fast lane and pulled into a dark alley. Buffy was still trying to regain her equilibrium when he unzipped and demanded head. Though not in the mood to suck cock, her arrangement with John, as with all other cops in the group, overruled all else. Grumbling, she stooped over his crotch with an open mouth. John took his sweet time cumming. She sucked him for twenty minutes before letting go. Afterwards, they returned to her place, where they fucked for two solid hours.
She dropped a hand over her tender pussy and winced. She could still feel John. His hard-on wouldn't die. That twenty-four-year-old cop shot his load, then kept on pumping. They assumed every position. She was on top of him, he on her or next to her, or behind her. The solid push of his dick evidenced his perpetual excitement. At four in the morning, she collapsed, hot and sweaty. John must have let himself out after a short nap.
The bell reverberated throughout her home.
"All right! All right!" she yelled, praying it wasn't any of the others looking for a quick piece of ass.
Known as the most temperamental and conceited of the Babes, Buffy marched to the door. Despite the discontented demeanor she projected, the men loved and wanted her. The faces she made, the hissy fits she threw, the complaining or whining never stopped them from whipping it out. The gravity of their lust dumbfounded her.
Cops sure were unusual, she decided. How she deigned to cater to their fantasies was anybody's guess. Fucking on demand wasn't exactly her style, but it paid the bills and kept her a pampered creature.
The ringer of her bell must have been leaning on it, for the sound caused a splitting headache. Snarling, she threw back the door and prepared to tongue-lash the offender. The moment she glared at her caller, however, Buffy nearly fainted. Instead of finding a cop that dared wake her up, she was confronted by a younger, blonde replica of herself.
Her sister, Bonnie, with arms folded and hip jutting, arrogantly snapped gum. "It's about time," she sarcastically sighed after looking bored. "I thought I'd be out here for hours."
Buffy noted the two large suitcases flanking her. Her stomach immediately soured. "What's this all about?"
Bonnie barged in, stepping around her. She dropped her suitcases loudly on her ceramic floor. "I left home. Mom and Dad have gotten to be a real pain. I can't live with them, and don't have a job, so I decided to move in with you."
"Didn't you think to ask first?"
Her nineteen-year-old sister wasn't listening. "They treat me like a child-enforcing curfews, shoving rules down my throat. I couldn't stand it, and needed to get out of there."
Buffy hadn't regained from her initial shock when her sister traipsed up the stairs, into her bedroom. The blood draining from her face, she hustled. Laying on the floor was a tube of K-Y and a pair of handcuffs. She adroitly kicked them under the bed.
"I don't think your staying here is a good idea," Buffy said, clearing her throat. "It'll be an imposition. You'll only get in my way."
Bonnie frowned. "As if! With all the space you've got here?"
Buffy's four-bedroom, three-and-a-half bathroom, two-car garage dwelling deflated that argument. "I like my privacy."
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, sis. I'll hang low. I only need a pad to crash. Most of the time, I'm out with my friends."
Buffy gritted her teeth. The little bitch was giving her a tough time.
Bonnie sailed into the bathroom and deposited her purse on the vanity. Without seeking permission, she opened the drawer and prepared to transfer some of her contents into it. Next to Buffy's hair dryer was a ten-inch dildo.
Bonnie picked it up and made a face. "What's this?"
Buffy snatched it from her and hid it behind her back. "Never mind." She couldn't think quickly enough. Her place was a battlefield of sexual gizmos. Having her younger sister stumbling into them drove her batty. Who knew what lay in the next room? Buffy hadn't been conscientious about picking up after herself. "If you need cash, I'll go get my purse. We'll look for an apartment."
Bonnie, temporarily shedding her cynical attitude, shook her head. "I want to stay with you, Buffy. We used to be close."
Buffy remembered nothing of the sort. She and her sister fought like barracudas, with fangs bared and claws spread. Bonnie laid territorial claim over anything that wasn't bolted down. Stealing make-up, clothes and shoes were par for the course.
"Let me be blunt," Buffy said in a no-nonsense tone. "I don't want you here."
"Come on, Buffy. Don't be a stingy bitch. Mom always tells me I ought to be more like you: self-sufficient, clever, poised. She always makes that comparison when she wants to make me feel like a misfit. Ever since you landed that big modeling job, she brags at her bridge club."
Modeling job? Buffy suddenly recalled inventing that profession to throw her family off the trail. She didn't exactly want them to know she was a plaything to a bunch of cops. The fact she hadn't produced a single magazine she supposedly graced failed to be an issue. The kinky aspect of her lifestyle, they would never understand.
She lacked the strength to argue with her. "Look, I'm exhausted and need a few more hours of sleep. I've had a helluva night. Why don't you take the guest room? There's plenty of closet space for your things. You are forbidden to explore. The place is a wreck and I haven't had a chance to clean."
"I could give you a hand."
"Never mind. Fix yourself something to eat, then hang out on the deck until I get up." She heavily sighed. "Have I made myself clear?"
Bonnie nodded. "You're a doll, Buffy. Thanks a mil."
Buffy crossed her fingers that Bonnie's stay was merely temporary.
Stacy drove to the hotel early that morning. She obtained little sleep. Thinking about Wes trying to reenter her life gave her nightmares. Though blond, lean and visibly appealing, Wes represented a particularly difficult phase she survived. He was a user. Women, blinded by his charm, obliged him with favors. Taken by his hard-luck stories, they lent him money yet never saw repayment. His penchant for gambling at sports bars left him insolvent. Wes disappeared before he reimbursed them.
Stacy, unfortunately, numbered one of the vulnerable few. Wes dazzled her with his easy smile and prowess in bed. She accepted his tales of misfortune and invited him to live with her. For several months, she enjoyed the best lovemaking available. He pleased her like no other man had or could. Even the cops, whom she sincerely adored, didn't deliver the same satisfaction.
His reappearance from obscurity meant one thing: he was broke. Stacy was better positioned to pay and be rid of him. Financially set from the arrangement with her cop lovers, she yearned to close that door to her past once and for all. Wes was an expense she couldn't emotionally afford.
She went to the cash station and withdrew four hundred dollars. That amount, she reckoned, would sufficiently buy her freedom. Hopefully, Wes's expectations were within her range.
Images of them, naked and sweaty, populated her head. Stacy vigilantly attempted to block them, yet they filtered through. Wes was an agent of pleasure. He maintained his body for high performance. He also had a knack for spotting weaknesses in others and parlaying them to his advantage.
With her, he definitely succeeded.
Stacy preferred to believe she had grown as an individual and was no longer susceptible to his sensuality. The men were her life, their gratification and care a large part of it. She had nothing left emotionally to invest in Wes.
She longed to be done with delivering the four hundred dollars and her parting message.
Her distress over accomplishing that mission caused her inability to sleep. Tossing and turning, she rehearsed her farewell. Although Wes might insist on calling it a "loan," Stacy knew it would never be repaid. She didn't care. She simply wanted him to vanish and never return.
She pulled into the parking space in front of Wes's room, its number locked in memory. He had reluctantly left her car the previous night in a last ditch effort to change her mind. Putting on an aloof mask, Stacy firmly sent him to it. She brooked no sympathy for Wes. He tried to kiss her, but she eluded his lips. Wes finally got the message and took his leave.
She glanced a final time at the money in her purse. It was clearly a payoff, buying his extinction. He would either consider it an insult or be contented by her intuition. Though unable to predict his reaction, she envisioned that the latter would be the case.
Her heart pounded as she neared the door. She knocked and, to her utter surprise, found it open. Wes left it ajar. Upon its swinging back, she saw him sitting up in bed. Having caught a few hours of rest, he was the picture of health. His face had a robust glow in the morning light. His strong Polish features, smacking of virility, appeared relaxed. His blue eyes sparkled at her. His arms were folded behind his head, his legs crossed and a sheet pulled up to his lap. The sight of his smooth, bare chest brought palpitations. It had been a long while since she'd seen him undressed. Wes was exceptionally built, dedicated to contact sports. Evidence of his vigorous exercise was plain to the eye.
"Good morning," he said, pleasantly nodding at her. "Are you going to serve me breakfast in bed?"
Stacy was shaken by his casual comment and stance. Wes, projecting confidence, made her job more difficult. "Sorry to disappoint you. My stay will be brief."
He grinned. "Oh? A quickie, eh?"
She ignored his sexual references and strode to the foot of the bed. The temptation to drink in his partial nudity flickered. She refused to surrender to the impulse. Conducting their transaction and departing was her basic plan. "I scraped together some cash." She removed the stack of twenties from her purse and held them out to him. "This is all I have. Take it."
Wes's expression went unchanged. "Is that what you thought I wanted?"
"That's been our usual arrangement."
"I'm disappointed, Stace. I hoped for something better."
She frowned at the bills in her hand. "This isn't enough?"
"I don't want money," he huskily said. "I want you."
She went stiff. His masculine allure swept at her in waves. "I'm afraid that's not an option."
"You're still pissed about me running out on you."
"That's not true. I have a new life and am quite happy with it. I see no point in reopening old wounds. They've mended."
He sighed. "Then I suppose that eliminates the possibility of a reconciliation."
"Exactly."
Wes extended his hand for the money. Stacy leaned over to give it to him. The second she was within reach, he seized her wrist and hauled her into bed. Stacy gave a startled cry as she landed next to him. His grip was non-negotiable. Beside him, she brushed his bare chest. His breath warmed her face. She couldn't help but shiver.
"Be honest with me, Stace," he croaked. "You still want me, don't you?"
"No," she said through clenched teeth.
"You're lying. I can read you. The torch continues to burn."
"You're deluded."
"Am I?" With his free hand, he whipped back the sheet. He sported a big hard-on. She couldn't take her eyes off it. Eight inches of raw power stood between his legs. He motioned to it. "I see you haven't forgotten the best part of me.
"Release me, Wes."
He ignored her plea. "It's been lonely for you, Stace. It wants to be inside you. It misses your mouth, your pussy, your ass.. . "
She shook her head. Her pussy automatically tightened with need, the lips moistening in anticipation. "Don't do this to me."
"I won't force you, baby. That's never been my scene." He didn't let her go. His fingers were steel, securely wrapped. He dismissed the-likelihood of escape. "Contrary to popular belief, I didn't come back to empty your bank account. As you've matured, so have I. I've gained a more lucid understanding of what I once had with you. I took a whole lot for granted."
Stacy shivered. His hefty cock dominated her attention. She couldn't avert her gaze, no matter how she tried. "It's too late, Wes. Things are different."
"In my book, it's never too late." He steered her hand to his dick. Stacy bit her bottom lip as he gestured for her to take it. Lamely, her fingers curved around his pulsing shaft. She swallowed roughly at the recognition of its fierce beat. He covered her fist with his hand, disallowing her from leaving him. His thing was trapped in her grip. "We can put it together, if you're willing."
"Wes, I don't think I can do this."
"Your eyes are telling me a different story." He moved his hips, sending his cock through her fist. The skin rubbed her palm. His eyes grew heavy. His Adam's apple rippled. "This is almost like fucking you."
His baking heat had her quivering. She breathed harder as he ran himself through her fist. He clamped her hand, forbidding her to break the thread of continuity. She gazed at the top of his bulbous knob. The cum slit opened and a small pearl oozed.
"Wes," she sobbed, consumed by guilt. Lust pummeled her. She knew she shouldn't be masturbating him, yet did. What deeply bothered her was the uncertainty of whether she could have finished him off, despite the clasp he maintained. She didn't think she wanted to remove her hand. "Oh, Wes."
"Yeah, baby," he muttered, commanding that she complete the job. "Play with it. Ahhhh. Don't you wish you were sitting on it, fucking my brains out?"
She withheld her answer. The lump in her throat precluded a response. His throbbing increased. The creamy drop that seeped from his tip dribbled toward her locked fingers. She shuddered as it touched her. "Oh, God."
Wes jerked through her vise. That solid growth, sliding through her clasp, quickened her heartbeat. The oils of her palm lubricated him. "I want to fuck you so bad, Stace. I want to jam your pussy with my big cock."
Stacy was glad to be sitting. His wild expression, horny vibrations and crude words made her weak with want. Her knees couldn't have supported her weight.
He sent her on a roller coaster of sexual chills. It all came flooding back to her: riding that thriving mass, completely surrendering to it, letting it fuck her. She recalled their sweaty moments of coupling, barely staying attached to him. If it weren't for the fact he was eight inches deep, she might have slipped away. His handsome face, marred with contortions, came through the haze.
Stacy pulled on his hardness, savoring his pulsations. She wanted to keep going until he exploded-taking him beyond that numb stage. Masturbating him had hypnotized her. He briefly had her under his spell.
Yes, she remembered, there was a time when she loved nothing more.
"Do it, baby," he invited. "Oh, yeah. Do it."
His hand imprisoned hers, keeping her on task. She relished its might. Often those hands had encompassed her ass, impaling her on his big thing. When her pussy couldn't readily make allowances for his size, he kept cramming himself into it until her muscles eventually complied. His animal grunts when he had finally stayed embedded turned her on.
His dick burned in her grasp. She could see how close he was to shooting.
"I'm gonna cum, baby," he hoarsely informed her. "Gonna cum."
Stacy didn't have time to prepare. His geyser of jism suddenly flew at her. He spurted in the air, on her hand and arm, and some even landed on her bare thigh. She regretted wearing shorts to the motel. Some of the cum soiled her clothes. Helplessly, she let it splash her. Its scalding temperature caused her to wince. His animal cry and savage appearance added to the excitement.
She whimpered as it splashed her skin. There was no escape from his creamy splatter.
Wes's discoloration eventually corrected itself. He released her hand. Stacy did not immediately let go of his cock. His load dripped from her fingers. When she loosened her grip, his plump shaft landed with a thump on his stomach. White goo seeped from the tip.
Shaking, she rose from the bed. The twenties she attempted to give him littered the floor. She had dropped them the moment he grabbed her. "I hope you enjoyed that, Wes," she said after collecting herself, "because that's all you're going to get. If anything between us mattered, then take the money and kindly leave me alone."
He sighed. "I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Why?"
"Because I've come to claim what was originally mine. You belong to me."
"Not anymore." She started toward the door. "Get it through your head. We're through. I have other priorities, none of which include you."
Wes shook his head. "I'm still in your head, baby, and in your heart. Nothing can alter that."
Her lips thinned. "I'm sorry you still feel that way. Good-bye, Wes."
She turned and walked straight out the door. His laughter reached her from the car. Not even the roar of her engine could deafen it.
She obtained the impression she hadn't seen the last of him.
CHAPTER SIX
Robyn reluctantly entered the bar. The occupants, suited in full leather regalia, held a bizarre appeal. Normally, she wouldn't have set foot in such a establishment, which attracted an element foreign to her regularly structured world. The rustic smell, combined with the somber faces, added a taste of the forbidden.
She had carefully chosen her attire. A sleeveless blouse, leather studded vest and blue jeans that looked as though they'd been painted on rather than worn, mesmerized her onlookers. The high-heeled leather boots, clicking on the wood floor, held them in awe. She teased her brown hair into a feathery mess. The brightest shade of red in her make-up collection colored her thick, sensual lips. Delving into her jewelry box, she had predominantly selected silver. Bracelets bearing a strong resemblance to handcuffs weighed her wrists. Earrings, along with rings completed the Harley Davidson look.
Robyn had transformed herself from Police
Babe to Motorcycle Renegade, and felt good about it.
Stepping out to the bars was a treat. The men had been roped into some top secret mission that suddenly opened the evening for her. Robyn hadn't bothered consulting with the other girls about their plans. Restless from her little escapade at the mall, she craved more action. A taste for strange cock bedeviled her. She had dressed carefully for her outing, wanting to blend with a specific crowd.
The denizens of a leather bar-a subculture that forever intrigued her-seemed par for the course. They were the flipside of the cops, ostensibly on the opposite side of the law. Both represented authority, with a separate spin.
Robyn's promise to Melissa had been empty. That vow, however, had been extracted under duress. She had literally caught her with her mouth full. How was Robyn to know Melissa would come looking for her? She seemed so engrossed with those bargain bins, content to meticulously sift through the titles. That cute clerk gave her the eye, fed her the images, then unzipped his pants. Robyn merely shifted into automatic pilot.
The entire scene had been regrettable. Robyn realized she should have exercised more restraint, especially when in Melissa's company. Melissa's dedication to the Police Babes ran deep. She was their self-appointed guardian and confidante. The girls viewed her as a prototype.
Robyn wasn't questioning her involvement with that elite club. She enjoyed being with the men, yet the monotony of the same partners wore thin. Her familiarity with their-likes and needs took the fun out of it. The thrill of sex, at least for Robyn, largely revolved around uncovering those details.
When her lips and tongue had been on that clerk's cock, she worked with the feedback he gave her. His labored breathing, flinching and tremors served as her guide. She could feel his excitement building before giving him a heel-rocking sendoff. That mouthful of cum had never tasted better.
Explaining her philosophy to Melissa would have been futile. Taking that walk on the wild side alone was better. Having secrets were the spice of life. She jettisoned all guilt, in favor of the adrenaline.
Nobody would suspect her excursion to a leather bar. Located on the side of town infamous for such behavior, it varied from any place she would ordinarily frequent. Robyn felt safe in her disguise. The sassy look she achieved differed from her usual appearance.
Harley Davidson memorabilia adorned the walls. Neon beer signs solely provided the room's light. The place had a murky quality, as though she had entered a forbidden zone. Venturing into such territory provided a sweet rush. Robyn had glimpsed the bar from the outside. Her curiosity culminated in a visit.
A hundred eyes followed her seductive figure as she made her way through the smoky haze. Robyn projected a "drop dead" attitude. Sashaying to a stool, she deposited her sumptuous rump and signaled the bartender with a crooked finger. He was the stuff of fantasy: tall, burly and dark, slick hair; bare-chested except for a leather vest. Tattoos adorned his upper arms.
"A beer," she said, with authority.
He filled a tall glass from the tap and slid it to her. The foam edged over the rim. Before she could pass him her money, a large hand slapped several dollar bills on the counter.
She glanced at the owner of that giant paw. A ruggedly handsome guy with brown hair and strong features covered her first brew. Garish tattoos covered his grapefruit-sized biceps. His T-shirt seemed too small, squeezed over a torso of muscular definition. A thick leather belt enclosed his trim waist and a pair of tight blue jeans revealed sinew-rich thighs. He wore an earring on his left ear and had a red bandanna stuffed in his rear right pocket.
A blond dude, similarly attired, brooded over her. He balled his fists, as though seeking a fight. Robyn lounged in the heat of his gaze. He looked wired, as though he wanted to shove the dark-haired guy away and pounce on her.
Women inhabited the bar, too. Leather principally comprised their outfits. Robyn's ensemble had been on target. Leather stretched over jutting breasts, appetizing rumps and slender thighs. Nipples, conceivably hardened by tit clamps, vividly protruded. Boots were the choice of footwear.
Robyn shivered. The occupants of the bar made her wet. She presumed the majority were from motorcycle gangs. Their obsession with leather and their fierce, erotic nature aroused her.
The speaker system was shot. Heavy Metal music poorly echoed. Not one complaint had been lodged over its entertainment value. The people convened exclusively for atmosphere and mingling.
Robyn instantly picked up on the stifling aura of sex. It powerfully hit her.
After a while, the tension leveled off. Some people drifted to other parts of the bar. It consisted of two floors. Robyn, observing what amounted to primitive mating rituals, saw couples pair off and descend a staircase. A barbarian, with beefy arms folded across a massive chest, guarded that entrance.
The two men began talking to her. Through conversation, she learned their names. Brian, the dark-haired guy who bought her the drink, and Bob, the blond, saturnine fellow, broke the ice. They wanted to know everything about her, but she told them little. She edited her comments, purposely leaving large gaps. Retaining complete anonymity was important for her. She supplied them no clues as to her true identity.
Some of the people who had disappeared earlier reappeared in a more pensive frame. Their docility drew Robyn's curiosity. All came from the lower level. Robyn could almost distinguish the moans and sighs that drifted up the flight. It slowly occurred to her that private rooms were on hand, or a large-scale orgy coordinated.
Robyn slid off her stool. She wanted to see for herself.
The two men followed.
The brawny guard did not stop her. Robyn was properly attired. Apparently, all incomers had to wear leather. She passed with flying colors, as did her escorts.
The difference between the main floor and basement of the bar equated to purgatory and hell. While they inspected each other and determined their partners on one level, they congregated to the other to consummate those desires.
As she suspected, the downstairs was partitioned into rooms of various dimensions. Some were narrow stalls in which naked flesh writhed. Others were spacious and accommodated several people. Robyn noted that all were occupied. The leather articles stayed on, but all other clothing was removed. Hard cocks slid into wet pussies. Nipples were indiscriminately pinched. Noisy slurps echoed, followed by ecstatic gasps. The smell of spilt cum wafted.
Robyn watched the couplings. Some were more urgent, hurrying as though they couldn't curb the madness. Others maintained an even pace, giving back the pleasure they received.
Brian pulled her into a stall vacated by two couples. Robyn craned her neck to study the activities of one across the way. A man, flaunting an impressive boner, enthralled two women. He wobbled on his heels as they licked him. A set of tongues danced his length. She glimpsed a strip of leather, heavily adorned with studs, attached to the base of his cock. Robyn knew at once that he had on a cock-ring. The tension it exerted perpetuated his rigid stance, even after orgasm. Judging from the enthusiasm and imagination the women displayed, the cock-ring was an unwarranted device.
In the adjoining stall, Robyn saw a woman laying spread-eagled on the floor. A man inserted his hard dick in her pussy and pumped her for several intense moments. The woman moaned as he rammed her, taking the brunt of his sexual fury. While she received him, a woman attached tit clamps to her nipples. The girl getting fucked clenched her teeth. Abruptly, he yanked himself from her cunt. His cock glistened with her abundant juices. Within moments of separation, the woman lowered her face. Robyn's pulse quickened as she licked her freshly fucked snatch. Certainly, a female tongue felt marvelous after an exhausting encounter with a monstrous male organ.
Robyn found the performances hypnotic. The men in her stall, however, wanted to give the others a show and required her participation.
Brian, the dark-haired guy, relieved Robyn of her blue jeans while she sucked face with Bob, the blond. His breath warmed the back of her neck. After a second, Brian buried his face in her nape. Robyn trembled as he trailed kisses along her spine. Bob's tongue was in her mouth, suppressing her moans.
Brian released her tits from captivity. Yanking off her T-shirt, he replaced her leather-studded vest. Her nipples had begun to harden beneath his soothing rotations. His flow sustained her arousal. He tweaked those thick buttons, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her system.
Bob withdrew his tongue and assaulted those stiff peaks. Dizzy from his exploration, Robyn hadn't begun adjusting to his slurping her nipples. Orally fluent, he kept her delectation constant. His bubble-rich swirls brought woozi-ness.
Brian vied for her snatch. Robyn felt his breath descend her backside. He pulled apart her buns, briefly sampling their velvet texture. The strength of his fingers excited her. Without warning, he stuck his tongue into her sodden crevice. The lips of her pussy unfolded to receive that wriggling thing. Meticulously, he licked her walls. He scooped mouthfuls of her honey. His loud gulps inferred enjoyment.
Unprepared for that single luxury, Robyn buckled against Bob. His arms flew around her, keeping her still. Framing her tits with his hands, he went down for more. Robyn reeled from his suck. His teeth grazed her nipple. His waltzing tip, followed by the wash of hot saliva, had her moaning.
Bob unzipped his pants and flung them to the side of the stall. His elongated cock pressed through his underwear. Its size prompted her hunger pangs. Robyn could scarcely wait to get at it.
Robyn yanked down his briefs. Bob's dick swung out, looking for her mouth. Delicately, she slurped that domed head. Bob reacted strongly to her gentle approach. Robyn circled the jutting rim, distributing foam. She lashed his veins, letting bubbles form and burst. Wrapping her fingers to the bottom of his shaft, She steadily pulled. After traveling his length, she tongued his balls. The taste of male flesh and hair increased her excitement.
Brian maneuvered his head between her legs. Cupping her buttocks, he hauled her tightly to his face. He sucked her until the juices abundantly flowed. His tongue cycled about her love button before lashing it. Sobbing, Robyn oozed into his mouth. Those fluid spins beset her clit.
Robyn managed to get her mouth around the top of Bob's cock. She neglected taking more. Brian's expert whips almost left her incoherent. Robyn creamed on his face, yet his eating endured as though he couldn't get enough. She sucked softly on Bob, moving her lips and tongue to his satisfaction. His blue eyes became glazed as Robyn increased her pull. His salty fluid dissolved on her tongue. She swallowed another inch, gliding luxuriously over those veins. She concentrated on the one running his full length. He quivered within her sweet compression.
Robyn massaged him without letup. Oral and manual stimulation beautifully complemented one another. His dick became slippery from her excess saliva. Robyn deliberately let much of it escape the corners of her lips. Her tingling froth dribbled to his ample base. She wove up and down, masturbating and sucking him. Her efforts brought him to full extension. The skin stretched tautly over that inflamed section.
Brian impaired her mental powers. His silvery licks sent her thoughts askew. He dipped into her pink center and scooped its honey content. Robyn gasped at his thrilling reach. Her cunt snared his tongue, reeling him until his nose pressed into her mound. After he secured his lips, he sucked her until she was hoarse. Her pussy juice welled from her jittery core. He lapped it up. His persistent tongue divided her muff.
Couples from the surrounding stalls peeked in to watch. Robyn was aware of the constant scrutiny. The male voyeurs stroked themselves while the female ones licked their lips. They openly lusted for her.
Bob cupped the back of Robyn's head and pressed. "Deep-throat it, baby. Show them how much you can take."
Her lips widened. Robyn went down on him slowly, conscious of Brian's ticklish splendor. She forgot her audience. Her fist anchored him. Her shifting thumb tormented his heavy vein. Little by little, his cock filled her mouth. She flickered about his oncoming shaft with serpentine skill. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets as Robyn consumed him. He smashed his bloated crown to her roof, then eased into her throat. There was so much of him to swallow, yet she managed. Robyn coordinated her breathing and intake of cock. Her lips inched to his trunk.
"That's it," Bob croaked, packing her face. "Take me down to the balls."
His girth stifled her husky sob. Her tip went back and forth over that pulsing vein. Robyn sufficiently loosened to ingest that final portion. His dick throbbed in her throat. She sucked it tenderly, challenging his will power.
Bob's hair-dusted thighs shook around her face. "Harder," he rasped. "Crush me with your lips."
Robyn obediently twisted about his stem. His groans escalated in pitch. Suspecting that he might explode, she retreated to his plump knob. She could taste his involuntary discharge. He exuded a mere few drops, but their saltiness drove her wild.
Brian's nibbling did not cease. He tormented her pink folds with his limber tip. His saliva saturated her crevice and made her clit tingle. He did not confine his slurps to her pussy. Brian lathered her anus, too. He pulled her butt cheeks apart and delved into that hot channel. Robyn moaned as he wriggled his way into her.
Bob steered her to his cock, keeping her mouth busy. He obviously didn't want that fabulous lip activity to end. The intermittent pressure he applied to the back of her head reminded her of his urgency.
Robyn alternately stroked him with her fist. When not tugging him, she caressed his balls. Her feathery touch caused him to writhe. When his dick twitched too strongly, she detached her lips and slapped a fresh coat of saliva to his balls. Her tiny bubbles popped on his taut pouch.
He sharply exhaled. "I love the way that mouth handles me. It knows what to do." To his male competitors, he said, "Envy me, guys." He drove himself into her face until his pubes tickled her nose. He leisurely withdrew after a fortifying breath. "Christ. It-likes going into your throat."
Brian completed lubricating her anus with his tongue. Robyn predicted the reason for his thorough job. Within seconds of completion, he aligned himself to her backside. His thumbs pried apart her quivering buns. Her butt hole tensed around his blunt head.
"Yeah," Bob gasped, "put it in her ass."
Brian gradually sank into her. Her mouth few off Bob as that thing took purchase of her rectum. Robyn cried out in ecstasy. Her anus shrank around his advancing member. When his balls kissed her shivering cheeks, she knew he was wholly installed. His pubes scratched her rump.
"This ass is mine," Brian muttered, pumping it. "Oh, yeah. I'm going to ride until dawn."
The pleasure was so extreme, Robyn almost fainted. Not only did he deeply shaft her, but centered a finger over her clit and renewed her bliss. The jiggling overruled any negative effect. Robyn usually focused on the enjoyment butt-fucking provided. That restless digit amplified the experience.
"Do you like having a cock in your ass, baby?" Bob asked, massaging himself. He sawed through his closed fist. "How does it feel?"
"Good," Robyn mentioned through clenched teeth. It tunneled into her, thrust after thrust. Robyn flung herself at it, fucking back. "Ohhhh."
Bob tucked his dick into her cleavage, then pistoned his hips. His discolored bulb emerged from her cleft. "I'm going to fuck these tits," he groaned, slicing into them. "Christ, are they soft."
"Oh, God," Robyn moaned, watching his cock disappear, then resurface.
The saliva on his rod simplified his passage. He dragged that huge thing through her sweaty groove. Robyn sobbed from his vigorous pulsations.
Behind her, Brian crammed himself to capacity. His balls repeatedly smacked her butt. He pulled back, then squeezed himself into her tiny hole. Robyn hungrily snapped him up. His lumbering movement totally aroused her. If his finger hadn't kept her alert, she might have blacked out. Her clit thickened beneath his stirring pressure. Her juices sprinkled his fingertips.
Bob thumbed her nipples, tenderly revolving around those nuggets. He disbursed electric shocks to her system. His blue eyes were intent on her as he pressed himself into her damp folds.
His cockhead crept toward her mouth, then retreated. Robyn let out her tongue and slurped it. Bob's lips drew back, reflecting his white teeth. Robyn lashed him again on the rebound. His harsh exhalation told her exactly how close to orgasm he was.
Brian jammed her ass-hole with cock. Robyn could barely think about what plugged her butt. He ground himself to her expanded opening. Each lunge made her weak with desire.
Robyn licked Bob's tip until it turned scarlet. His breathing became convulsive. He rammed through her cleavage, gulping air. Suddenly, he spurted cum. Hot jism showered her. Robyn was powerless to avert it. Her nipples, chin and tongue received the creamy onslaught.
Brian jiggled her to orgasm. He uncovered her pleasure's pulse and brought it to a satisfying conclusion. Robyn spasmed in his arms, with his cock submerged. Her seizure-ridden body thudded against him, riding out the storm.
When Robyn finished, he pulled out of her. Her contractions precipitated his climax. He jetted onto her shaking buns, howling in delight. Robyn collapsed against Bob with a sigh. Brian emptied himself over her spent form before surrendering to exhaustion.
Strange hands took hold of her. Robyn could tell others wanted their turn. She didn't think she could go another round.
The hands, however, belonged to women. They wanted to lick the jism from her body. A tongue flickered over her buttocks, taking a brief detour in her anus.
Another woman sucked her cum-splattered nipples. Her lips, enclosing her swollen nuggets, were soft and stimulating. Robyn surrendered to their exotic swirls. A second tongue swept her, cleaning her stomach. Another went into her mouth, stifling her moans.
It was a night un-like any she ever experienced. Robyn was in no hurry to see it end.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Are you happy?"
Cathy considered the question Melissa asked for a moment, then nodded. "Why shouldn't I be?"
She took for granted that the girls enjoyed Police Babe status. Most of the time she garnered a positive response, but, after Robyn's infraction, asking seemed important. "I know the men demand much of us. Being on standby until two in the morning loses its attraction. Wanting something better, or perhaps more stable, would be understandable."
Cathy folded her hands behind her head and sighed. Her tits stretched the front of the silk teddy she donned. A lazy smile curved her lips. "I don't know about that. I'd say the men keep me decently satisfied."
For the past hour, they'd been arranged across Melissa's king-sized bed. Neither had plans, and because of their chaotic lifestyle, had elected to spend the evening together. Cathy threw a few teddies in her night bag and persuaded Melissa to put one on. They were virtually the same size. Nibbling on grapes, strawberries and slices of cantaloupe, they enjoyed a delicious round of gossip. Most of their tales stemmed from their observations as Police Babes. Naturally, Melissa concealed the story about Robyn. Confessing it would be a mistake. Even diluting the shock value lacked wisdom. Though she trusted Cathy, Melissa didn't feel comfortable discussing it.
"The part I like best about our group is that we truly care about each other," Cathy opined. "The men take care of us, and the girls are supportive of each other."
"Except Buffy," Melissa pointed out.
Cathy agreed. "She's a cunt, thinking only of herself."
The vain, temperamental blonde had acquired a reputation. At best, the girls tolerated her. Dubbed "the princess," she expected preferential treatment. She rarely deigned to socialize with the others, maintaining her distance and spouting bitchy asides. She never shared clothes, gave anyone a lift or performed a favor. On the other hand, she expected those very things from others. "I hear her younger sister has moved in with her."
"Yes," Cathy recalled with an amused look. "Bonnie. I ran into them at the mall. Buffy seemed as though her patience was thinning. I imagine she's counting the days until she can ship her back home."
"They're probably too a-like."
"They are. Bonnie sticks it to her, big time."
"Hey, what's going on with Stacy? She looks troubled over something. We met for lunch and I could tell she was a thousand miles away."
Cathy shrugged. "She hasn't said anything to me.
"Maybe we ought to call and see if she's all right. I'll bet she'd love joining us." She picked up the phone and dialed her number. Her answering machine kicked on after four rings. Melissa left a quick message, then turned to Cathy. "She must be out, or in the shower."
"I wouldn't worry about Stace. She's fairly levelheaded. Whatever is bothering her, she'll resolve."
During their tete-a-tete, their thighs touched. Melissa acknowledged a pleasant spark. Cathy's delectable body provoked her. It was not unusual for Cathy to strike her in such a fashion. She had been intimate with Cathy, and also the other girls. The men expected them to enact their fantasies and occasionally directed the girls to play them out. Girl-on-girl sex was a popular request. Since none fostered prejudices, they became physically fond of each other.
Having Cathy's sensuous body close to hers lit a fuse. Melissa noted the change in her body. The noticeable swell of her nipples through her teddy underscored that thought. Her pussy began to tighten.
Cathy recognized the mounting lust in Melissa's eyes. She, too, ached for some love-making. A nagging itch in her cunt pestered her. When the men weren't around, the girls had to rely on each other.
Cathy put her mouth over Melissa's and pressed. Her hand settled over Melissa's large breast. The prod of her tongue stirred the embers. Cathy dipped into her warmth while gathering those billowy globes. She gave her nipples a circular caress. The revolution of her thumbs awakened Melissa's every cell.
"You would think we haven't gotten laid in a month," Melissa said after Cathy's tongue came out. She clutched the blonde's succulent curves. "Don't let me go."
Cathy rubbed Melissa with her mound. The voluptuous redhead enjoyed its starving press. Because they had refrained from slipping on the lower portion of the teddies, red fur brushed blonde. "God. I don't think I can."
"Hold me," Melissa whispered, nibbling on her ear. Cathy was powerfully turning her on. She took a handful of her butt and dragged her close. The friction of their pussies accentuated the sweet tickle that charged her.
They welcomed the lush, drenching heat. The urgency that filled Cathy's loins was contagious. The muscles in Melissa's snatch constricted at the scheme of her thumbs. Her touch stoked the flames of desire. Melissa shivered as Cathy's muff grew damp. The scent of her juices perfumed the air. Reacting to that stimulating aroma, she smashed herself to that moist patch. Vigorous massaging developed.
"Oh, God," Cathy whimpered as Melissa stroked her clit. Her nails sank into the redhead's shapely flesh. She gritted her teeth, responding to that delightful agitation. "Yeah. Harder."
Melissa's nipples throbbed through the diaphanous material. Cathy centered her palm, spurring their growth. She clamped Cathy's butt and dry-humped her. The muscles in her thighs strained as she ground that soft, susceptible pelvis into submission.
Cathy whimpered as the friction intensified. The silk consistency of her muff and the force behind it got her off. She vibrated, then sputtered. Her sobs filled the room while she thrashed. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Ohbhh."
Melissa jerked her hips, refusing to stop. Her own clit was on fire. "Yeah. Yeah, baby." Cathy discontinued rubbing back. Her eyes glazed over as she weathered the ferocious contractions. Weakness overtook Melissa. Cathy's abrupt surrender and the tingling squish she squeaked against made her cum. She shut her eyes and spasmed. Cathy enclosed her ass, keeping their pussies together during Melissa's sapping seizure.
Cathy took off Melissa's teddy, then covered her erect nipple with her mouth. Melissa moaned at her suction. Joy swept through her. Her head tilted to the side. Cathy collected her tits. Melissa entered that sucking mouth and handled its tongue-thrilling, saliva-slashing heat.
Wordlessly, Cathy steered her onto her back. While sprawled across her bed, she ripped off her teddy and bared her tits. Melissa tried to catch her breath while they bulged through her fingers. She clutched Cathy's vibrant body. Her features tensed upon contact. A protracted sob rose from her throat as Melissa fondled her. Electricity flowed from her fingertips. She writhed and gasped from her hungry exploration.
Cathy placed Melissa's hand over her mound. "Feel how wet I am. Can you believe it?"
"We're just sex addicts," Melissa purred. "We can never get enough."
Melissa clasped that moist section, running her thumb over its damp curls. Cathy moaned when Melissa squeezed it. The nectar seeped from her pink slit.
Cathy's features darkened as her digits moved. Her lips rounded with pleasure. "Oh, yeah, Melissa. Finger me. That's it. Finger me."
Melissa wriggled into her cunthole. Her warm, cushy flesh produced slick noises. That pink wetness yielded to her probe. She sawed through that wet orifice, watching her pink flaps bunch and pull as she worked her digit. Cathy's sobs escalated.
An impulse seized her. Melissa lowered Melissa's face to her cunt. Fastening her mouth to her redolent snatch, she parted it with her tongue.
Melissa stabbed into that succulent hole and gulped its flavor. Her eager suction brought a profusion of nectar. Cathy oozed from each pull. Melissa ran her top lip over and over her swollen button while her bottom lip bridged the sugary flow. She thrilled her with her limber tip, spearing into sodden tissue.
"Tongue-fuck me." Cathy bundled her tits and tweaked her nipples. Pleasure shot through her system. She curved her spine, then slammed into her face. "Fuck me, Melissa. Fuck me."
Her clit was of enormous fascination. Melissa darted at that fleshy mass, then flicked it with unrelenting fury. Cathy undulated from her noisy consumption. Liquid sugar sprinkled her tongue. She sucked her clit until more followed. That tasty pussy baked in her mouth.
Cathy molded her thighs to Melissa's face and pushed. "Oh, honey, you're the best. Keep going. Make me cum."
Melissa went into a feeding frenzy. Her pile of red curls spilled over Cathy's lap. She whipped them back, revealing an ambitious tip. Cathy shivered as those teeth raked her love button, then gasped as her lips surrounded it. She drew her pink folds into her mouth and delivered a flurry of chills.
Cathy couldn't handle another second. Eyeing that red fluff, she dove between Melissa's legs. Her hoarse exhalations toasted her flesh. She pinned back her moist flaps, then darted into their flowery center. Brain-numbing splendor resulted.
Melissa moaned, experiencing those wild slurps. "Oh, Cathy. Ohhhh." Air sputtered through her clenched teeth. Her vision blurred as glorious waves coursed through her. Cathy thoroughly lapped her. Melissa pressed her snatch to her mouth, then clamped her head. She didn't want Cathy to stop. Her lips rippled over that drenched section, bolstered by a flickering tongue. "Ohhhh. Yeah. Eat it, baby. Eat it."
"Mmmmmm," Cathy sighed, gulping her output.
"Mmmmm.
Dazed, Melissa devoured her cunt. Her energy-depleting strokes soon hit their mark. Cathy's chin went high as Melissa explored her pussy, stabbing her quivering innards.
"More, Melissa. Oh, yes."
Her thumbs captured her succulent lips. Melissa repeatedly speared her. She stuck her tongue deeply into that nectar-gushing cunt. Cathy's hoarse acknowledgment made her heart drum. When through, Melissa rolled over her pulsing clit and gave it the licking it deserved. Her thighs quivered around her face, her hips snapping. Soon, Cathy deposited her pussy onto Melissa's mouth and bore down.
"Nobody does it like you, baby," she murmured, rising and falling on her spirited tongue. "Fuck me. Oh, yeah. Fuck me."
Her red hair rested on her mound. Within seconds, that furious lick of hers resumed. She sucked her pussy nonstop. Melissa felt her seepage disappear into that warm vacuum. She writhed in luxury, pouring her nectar into it.
Neither of them heard the door downstairs during their oral gluttony. Melissa had no reason to expect company, as the men were all on duty. Dennis Austin, Joe Matteo and John Raferty strode into her bedroom as though such interruptions were commonplace.
"Were you girls getting bored?" Dennis asked, tossing his police hat onto the chair.
Joe chuckled. "Having a midnight snack?"
John grinned. "Sure looks good from here."
It took a moment to ease herself from that pussy. Her saliva bubbled around Cathy's pink cunt lips. Having three police officers in her bedroom provided a unique thrill. The sight of their official uniforms was a huge turn-on. They represented law and authority. "I thought you guys were on assignment the entire night."
Dennis shook his head. "We were getting nowhere. We've been staking a money laundering operation for several months. Every lead we've been given has gone sour."
"Money laundering?" Cathy said, recovering from Melissa's oral attack. Her pussy still tingled from her serpentine tip. "Are you shadowing gangsters?"
"We wish we knew," Joe mentioned, unzipping his fly. The bulge in his underwear informed her that they would cease discussing it. He thumbed his erection. "How'd you like a little tube steak to go with that piece of fish you're having?"
Cathy smirked. "Sure."
Melissa flipped him the finger. "Fish, eh? Want some perch, Joe?"
"I know where that's been," he said, "and I get first dibs on sucking it."
Dennis unbelted himself, then slowly opened his fly. His eight-inch boner swelled in his briefs. "Let me have Cathy first. I want some blonde pussy wrapped around me."
John shed his duds next. Melissa savored the slight of his heavily muscled flesh. Dark-haired and freckled, he was an attractive Irishman. All three men drew her appetite. She was glad they had ended their assignment early and came to her home. After indulging herself with pussy, her taste buds yearned for cock.
Dennis looked good to her. Her pulse accelerated as he steered his cock out of those cotton briefs, then proudly stroked it. His member was commensurate with his height: tall and slender. Though the oldest of the group, Melissa always thought him hot. Sixteen years her senior, he could sustain a hard-on equally long.
After getting naked, Joe climbed into bed with them. Usually, he started with Melissa, but competed with Dennis for Cathy. Swapping partners was a normal occurrence. Joe expected her to be flexible with the other men, just as she approved of his need for the remaining girls.
Melissa felt warm breath on her ass. She turned and saw that John was right behind her. He framed her shapely buttocks, then planted wet, sloppy kisses.
Cathy teased the men by licking Melissa. She knew they wanted her, yet wasn't quick to surrender to them. She persisted in lashing
Melissa's clit. Her oral tracing of her cunt lips, then subsequent darting at her clit sent her into a stupor.
John neared Cathy's busy tongue. Melissa could feel their collective breath and spittle accumulate in that spot. Weakness engulfed her.
Dennis's navy-blue trousers dropped to his ankles. His rough, sturdy thighs flexed. He stepped out of them while fondling his elongated shaft. Yanking his undershirt over his head, he displayed a muscular build. He belied his forty-four years.
Cathy's ass climbed and dropped onto Melissa's face without hesitation. She pushed her cunt into her mouth, then gasped when Melissa commenced tongue activity. Melissa drank her sugary ooze while watching Dennis approach. Her abandoned gyrations nearly succeeded in displacing her notice. Honey dripped onto her tongue. Melissa downed it with a sigh, then searched for more.
Joe massaged himself while preparing for entry. Since Dennis wanted to occupy her cunt, he contemplated her mouth. He had to detach it from Melissa's pussy.
Dennis came toward her. He pulled on his hard dick, commanding her to look. His grin remained unchanged. Melissa speculated on what brought him to full extension. Did Cathy alone inflame him, or was he driven by the sight of her eating pussy?
John sank into Melissa's pussy. He received benefit of Cathy's flickering tongue as he filled that moist hole. "Oh, yes," he groaned, throwing back his head, then stuffing himself into its gripping center. "Take me, baby. Take all of me."
Melissa involuntarily rejected him. John was as thick as her wrist. Her pussy dislodged him. He cupped her pussy and dragged her back to him. Melissa's lips formed a circle as he dug into her tender pulp. "Oh, John. You're so big."
"Sure am, baby," he croaked, burying himself. "Sure am."
This time, he remained inside until she made the adjustment. Her pussy made a concession for his size.
He groaned as her hot juices sizzled over him. Slowly, he began to pump her. He steered her to him, then squeezed his cock into her gaping hole. His dark pubes grazed her crack.
Dennis knelt in front of Cathy. "Keep sucking that pussy, baby. Suck it good." He clamped the top of her head and held it to her cunt. Her tongue whipped around Melissa's swollen nub.
"Ohhhh," Melissa sobbed. Her pupils curved into their whites. She received equal parts of cock and tongue.
Dennis inched toward Cathy's pussy. Melissa watched him prime his rigid shaft with his fist.
He yawned, bone-solid. His plump cockhead gravitated to her nectar-rich orifice, then descended into its pink center. Into that soaked pussy, he went.
Cathy's pupils curved into their whites as he impaled her. Her mouth was full of her cunt when Dennis stuck her. He slid forward until his balls rested on her buns. "Jesus, Dennis. Ohhhh."
He jammed his whole thing in her, filling the snatch Melissa had just licked. Deep into her, he sliced. Her foamy saliva lubricated his thrusts. He reared back, then plunged deeply into her cunt. Back and forth he went, his balls spanking her buns.
"Ohhhh," Cathy cried, tearing her mouth from her cunt. "Oh, yeah, baby. Give it to me. I need your hard dick. Harder. Faster."
Joe chose that moment to silence her with his cock. "You want pussy in your mouth, or this?" He stroked his shaft, letting her gaze at it.
Cathy's lips parted. Joe immediately leaned into her thirsty expression. He sank halfway, then watched himself protrude from her face. His heavy shaft curved from her lips, riddled with veins. Her moist lips rolled over him, increasing her intake. More of his rod vanished.
Joe groaned. "Yeah. Suck it. Suck my dick."
Melissa lowered her tongue to Cathy's snatch and resumed eating her. Dennis, swelling from her cunt, made her ravenous. Joe, plugging her face, enhanced her viewing pleasure.
Cathy moved sinuously, accepting those ferocious slurps. Her snatch tingled from her expert licks. Melissa divided her cunt lips with indulgent jabs, then drank her liquid treat.
John presented her a challenge by speedily pumping her. He wanted to see if Melissa could keep pace with him. His dick drilled into that puckering hole.
Melissa felt him pack her quivering center. The hair on his thighs scratched the backs of her legs. His hand remained stationed on her mound, dragging her to him. His balls pummeled her ass.
"These girls are all juiced up," John remarked, bringing it home. "Melissa is soaked."
"This one, too," Dennis commented. Her pussy fully swallowed him. He served her lightning-fast cock, plunging between those slim legs. She whimpered as he drove his shaft to the bottom, smacking her butt. Joe's dick muffled her cries. Cathy tightened around him and yanked. He gritted his teeth, fucking through that sweet vise.
Melissa darted at him. He groaned from her intermittent licks. She still sucked on Cathy while he fucked her. The voluptuous redhead didn't know when to quit.
Melissa fondled Cathy's shapely buttocks, pulling that clit securely to her face. Dennis's burrowing monster blocked the way, but she still had that swollen clit. She gingerly tickled it, then gave it a kiss. Dennis plowed into Cathy, disallowing her entry. Melissa rinsed his balls with hot saliva, then lapped the wedged section of his cock.
Dennis liked it. "Keep doing that, baby. Oh, yeah. Lick her while I fuck her."
He tasted of her nectar. Melissa cleaned his dick, then returned to that zesty pink that surrounded him. She slobbered her with drool.
"Man, look at her suck that pussy," John mentioned.
"That's because I'm in it," Dennis said.
Cathy couldn't comment. Her mouth was full.
Melissa consumed her raging juices, listening to the commotion she caused. She ran her tongue over those yummy balls and cock. Dennis deliberately slowed down, taking advantage of her brisk curls. Cathy's pussy opened to receive him, coated with spit. A wreath of bubbles surrounded that hard dick.
Dennis fucked her doggie-style for another few moments, deriving joy from pounding it into her. After thoroughly pumping her, he yanked his juicy cock from her slick embrace. Cathy's secretions dripped onto her face.
"Hey, John, let's switch. I want to fuck Melissa."
"Good idea." He pulled out of Melissa's cunt, soaking wet. Cathy's pussy looked great from his perspective. He anticipated its invigorating crush.
Dennis aligned himself with Melissa's backside, then pushed. His thing nearly split her in half. Melissa shivered, feeling it slide up her middle. John's thickness kept her wide open. She saw stars, then moaned. He pushed his way into her.
"Yeah," Dennis gasped, "grab onto me. Squeeze me, baby, nice and tight."
Dennis dug into her snatch, reaching farther than John had. Melissa shivered as he gave it to her.
Joe disconnected himself from Cathy. She sighed after he left her throat. "I want to fuck Melissa's face now."
Melissa obliged him. He lowered his shaft down her throat. She wiggled against that plump vein while blowing him.
"Suck me," Joe muttered, cupping Melissa's head. He rocked himself to her face, feeding her cock. "Yeah. Suck me deep."
John flipped Cathy onto her back, then clasped her ankles. He watched his thing go into her pussy. As that moist pulp covered him, he swallowed. "Oh, yeah. Make room for me."
Cathy moaned and writhed as he stuffed himself into her. He liked how her lips quivered as he sank his cock to the balls. Only the wide stem and its dark nest showed. Slowly, he pumped her. She scratched his butt with her nails. Discounting the irritation, he charged into her cunt. His balls whacked her after her pussy noisily swallowed him.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered. "Ohhhh."
Cathy gazed up at his freckled face, red and sweaty. John looked deliciously savage. A smile came to her lips. "More. Ohhhh. More."
Cathy offered Melissa same arousing treatment: she slurped her pussy while Dennis stuffed himself inside it. Bending herself had been difficult, but she managed. Her tongue slithered over her juicy flesh, lapping the sweet sauce that oozed from her center. Melissa shivered as that delightful tip assailed her clit, dashed about, then sailed over to Dennis.
John pumped Cathy. "You girls can't stop eating each other, can you?"
Cathy merely smiled.
Dennis gasped at her tickling application. His arms enveloped Melissa's shaking form. His hard dick speared her. "Come on, Cathy. Lick my balls. Give them a good tongue bath. Kiss them while I fuck Melissa."
Her lips and tongue contacted her pussy. Cathy made plenty of noise while licking him.
She also made a mess. Her saliva bubbled on his taut sac. One sizzling coat after another was slapped onto his pouch.
In and out Dennis went, getting her off with his rock-hard thing. Dazed from that intense pumping and snake-like licks, Melissa spasmed. It happened so quickly. Her lips shrank around Joe's cock as she came.
"You made her cum," Joe mentioned, enduring her orgasmic clamp. The constriction of her lips nearly triggered his climax.
"Yeah," Cathy said, pressing her tongue over her clit. Melissa squirted her juices onto it. "I can taste it."
Dennis stuck his cock into her repeatedly, savoring her contractions. When they subsided and his dick was lacquered with her frenzied sap, he dislodged himself from her pussy. He captured Cathy's head, then stuffed her mouth. "Lick her off me, baby. Clean me with your lips and tongue."
Cathy's eyes rolled high as John crammed himself into her face.
Yeah, they thought. Policemen, barging into their bedroom, taking charge. They glimpsed their discarded uniforms and caps, then shivered.
Melissa recovered from the barrage of fireworks Dennis had ignited. Cathy sucked Dennis while taking it from John. Since her head was still positioned between her legs, Melissa had access to her nectar-rich pussy. Melissa began sucking her in earnest, devouring that succulent pink flesh. Her tart leakage swirled in her mouth before she downed it.
"Ohhhh," Cathy whimpered, responding to the prance of her limber tip.
Dennis rotated the direction of her mouth to his satisfaction. "That's it, babe. Eat my thing. Pull my trigger. I know you want a piece of it."
She bounced and trembled beneath the vibrations Melissa caused. Nectar seeped steadily from her warm pussy. Melissa swallowed all she sucked. She worked her clit more intensely than before. Circling that hard dot, she assaulted it. It became more rigid beneath her tongue. Melissa whipped it into a frenzy.
Dennis, chin high and face contorted, fucked her face. His balls shook as he jerked back and forth while he filled her mouth.
"Swallow me," he ordered. "Swallow my dick, babe. Eat my meat."
Melissa bore down on Cathy, propelling her into orgasm. She convulsed at the fury of her lashing tip. Her clit pulsated against her tongue.
"Ohhhh," she screamed, her cries muffled by Dennis's cock. "Ohhhh."
Her visible torment triggered Dennis's release. He spewed into her mouth, his hips jerking. He spurted furiously into her gulping orifice. "I'm cumming so hard, baby-so fucking hard."
When he lifted himself from her cum-drenched mouth, Cathy appeared totally fulfilled. Jism poured from the corner of her lips.
Joe pulled Melissa onto his lap. "Sit on me, baby. I want to finish off in your snatch."
Her pussy came down over his thick, excited cock. He traced the curve of her hip, then stroked her abdomen before clutching her thatch. She sobbed as he stroked her clit. The voltage that went through her nearly short-circuited her system.
"Yeah, baby, give it to me," she exclaimed. "Fuck me. Fuck me."
He pushed himself into that warm, sucking hole. He gasped as her flesh adhered itself to his dick. The thrill went straight to his balls. He fondled her enlarged clit. "Oh, yeah."
Melissa moaned, then gazed at him with half-closed eyes. His comment about fish was long forgotten. Joe was her favorite. She adored everything about him, including his big dick. Crazily, she humped him. Swollen to full capacity, he drove in and out of her hot hole. She was in ecstasy as it reached into her body.
"Cum in me, baby," she panted, her snatch covering him. "Do it. I want you to jizz."
"Now?" he asked, pumping faster.
"Yeah." She closed her eyes and shivered. "Yeah, baby. Now."
Her invitation was more than he could resist. The blood drained from his face as he discharged himself into her drenched orifice. He gushed heavily into her silky warmth, saturating her innards with hot goo.
Melissa surrendered to a searing orgasm as Joe fed her his liquefied pleasure. She moaned from its tantalizing bombardment.
John pulled out of Cathy and sprinkled her tits with hot cum. His cockhead showered her writhing flesh. He took aim at her nipples, making certain they received a concentration of it. Shutting his eyes, he spasmodically jerked while ridding himself of his creamy burden.
Cathy shuddered and rubbed the milky substance over her stiff peaks. She purred at the sight of John holding his spurting dick. His handsome, freckled face turned her on.
Melissa and Cathy winked at each other. They would have high-fived each other, had they been closer.
Another job accomplished by the Police Babes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Buffy saw the police car as she pulled into the driveway. Apparently, she had company. Fortunately, she had just restocked her refrigerator. The men had guzzled every bottle of beer on the premises. Her food supply also dwindled. Eating, drinking and fucking-that was their cycle.
She hoped they merely stopped by for a quick bite. She'd had a blinding headache all afternoon. Coping with Bonnie, her sister, was more than she could bear. The girl could not get it through her head that she was unwanted. Dropping subtle and blatant hints went unnoticed.
Buffy was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Keeping her kinky lifestyle from her family, she couldn't risk exposure. Her parents bought the story of her being a successful model, earning top dollar, from the beginning. They demanded no evidence of her in popular magazines and newspapers, and refrained from mentioning that they hadn't caught her in any television commercials. The simple fact she lived in a gorgeous home and drove a imagine sports car was adequate proof.
Her bitchy younger sister wasn't blind, nor stupid. By living under the same roof, she probably noticed Buffy hadn't rushed off to any modeling appointments. Buffy was forced to perpetuate the illusion of working. She was gone for hours, pretending to be on a "shoot." Buffy went shopping, sunbathing, to her hairdresser and the health club to pass the time. Inventing things to do was not her favorite thing. Buffy hated shuffling her schedule just to deceive her sister, who didn't belong in her house at all.
Bonnie had been a nuisance from day one. She borrowed clothes and make-up as though they were her undeniable right. Buffy's phone bill doubled with the countless phone calls to boyfriends, girlfriends and whatnot. Bonnie even had to gall to order expensive items from QVC and charging them on her credit card.
What did the girl do to earn her keep? File her nails, chew gum and sniff in her direction. Buffy was appalled by her nerve.
"Let's get something straight, sis," Buffy recently told her. "My clothes, my food, my house, my credit cards, my rules. Get it through your intellectually-challenged head, will ya?"
Bonnie merely gave her the finger. Buffy perversely viewed it as sisterly love.
In keeping her terms with the men a secret, Buffy requested that they not mess around at her place. She didn't want to chance Bonnie finding out anything that could be used as blackmail. If their parents learned that Buffy fucked a group of cops and that her modeling career had been a lie, they would disown her in a second.
The men's visits were limited to beer and snacks. If the men wanted her, they went elsewhere.
For the past week, Buffy had been scouting the area for a suitable apartment. Buffy wouldn't put up with her sister any longer. The newspaper advertised a cute two-bedroom place fifteen minutes away. She gladly paid the deposit and obtained the green light to take immediate possession.
She couldn't wait to present the news. Kicking Bonnie out was equivalent to taking a tremendous weight off her shoulders.
As Buffy entered the house, however, she was jarred by the sight of her sister modeling a scandalous bikini for Larry and Pete. The two cops grinned from ear to ear as Bonnie coquettishly turned and preened for their benefit. The tiny patches of cloth barely covered her smaller breasts and ass. The skimpy thing was little more than strings.
"Bonnie!" she snapped.
Her sister glanced at her. "Hi, sis. I was just giving your friends a preview of my new bikini. They think it's great."
"We sure do," Pete muttered, digesting Bonnie's succulent body. The skin she showed delighted him.
Larry stared at her tits. Bonnie's nipples were nearly dislodged during her presentation. "Very nice," he remarked in a low voice.
Buffy set her bags on the floor, then pointed to the stairs. "Up to your room this minute, girl."
"Why?" Bonnie sneered.
"Because I'll slap your face if you don't go."
"I didn't do anything wrong."
"Don't argue with me. I'll be up there shortly. You and I need to have a chat."
Bonnie obediently ascended the steps. "You really know how to spoil a good time."
Buffy, anchoring a hand to her hip, brooked no nonsense from her sister. Her withering look remained in place long after she slammed the door to her room.
Buffy turned to the men and vented her spleen. "That was pretty smart, guys. I'm sure you encouraged her. May I remind you that she's only nineteen years old?"
Larry shrugged. "She's old enough."
"Never mind. I thought we made a deal. You weren't supposed to come here-not until I got rid of her."
"We were in the neighborhood and thought you might be home," Pete explained. "Hey, why don't you send her off to the movies? That fashion show has gotten me horny."
"Yeah," Larry said, gazing at Buffy's voluptuous figure. "That young sister of yours made me pop a boner." He dropped a hand to his bulge and stroked it. "I need some mouth."
True enough, both men sported erections. Buffy could plainly see the shape of their cocks swelling through their jeans. "Not here. Let's go someplace else."
"I don't think we can wait. Fifteen minutes with that babe has gotten us all riled up. We need it now, baby." Pete began to pull down his zipper.
"Cool it," Buffy commanded. "She hasn't even left."
"Better we give it to you, than her," Larry reasoned, whipping out his dick. He ran his fist up and down its slender length. "She was asking for it, and we could have easily obliged her. Come on, baby. Finish what your sister started."
"Yeah," Pete muttered, moving toward her. His cock jutted thickly at her. "Let me fuck you."
"Cut me some slack, guys," Buffy whined, taking a backward step. "I don't want her skipping down the stairs while you're on top of me."
Larry shook his head. "It's too late, baby. We're already there. Show us what the big sister can do that the younger one can't."
Bonnie definitely had them foaming at the mouth. Buffy cursed her sister's cock-teasing. The little bitch had done it intentionally.
If she was quick about it, however, Bonnie wouldn't know a thing. Buffy was an expert at getting them off. Having an intimate familiarity about each, she felt confident she could make them cream before she went to her sister to give her a lecture. Buffy knew which buttons to press that yielded quick results.
"Very well," she said, unbuttoning her blouse. "But let's make it snappy. I haven't got all fucking day."
"That's more like it, baby," Pete said, ogling her tits. Those nipples jutted at him like miniature torpedoes. Buffy could be a snotty little bitch, but she had the body of a goddess. He held his arms open to her. "Come here."
Defiantly, she walked into his embrace. He instantly sought her mouth, then tongue. Buffy responded to his hungry swirl. She wriggled against him, igniting his libido as though striking a match. Within seconds, his dick was like a rock.
Larry, smirking, grabbed her ass. "You ought to teach some of those tricks to your younger sister. I'll bet she's a quick learner."
Buffy, ignoring him, rubbed against Pete. She could feel his woody. She ground against solid bone. Pete, feverishly replying, cupped her tits and gave them a gentle squeeze. His thumbs snuck into her neckline and circled her hard nipples. Putting aside her snippy attitude, she shivered from their stimulating tour. Her mound slowly stroked the bulge in Pete's pants. She moaned down his throat, appreciating his hardness.
He pulled her onto the sofa. Buffy made no attempt to elude him. He climbed on top of her, covering her with his man's body. His lips hungrily captured hers. Buffy welcomed his passionate kiss and writhed beneath him. He trailed from her mouth to her breasts, then down her stomach. Her flesh prickled with delight.
Larry unzipped while she thrashed about. His dick stretched at her, highly excited. "Want some of this?" he asked. She nodded.
Reaching for her head, Larry attached her sweet lips to his cock. It dove into her mouth, seeking into its moist heat.
Larry emitted a gasp of pleasure. "Oh, yeah." His fingers tightened at her temple, urging additional cock into her seething orifice. He watched with a keen eye as her lips rippled over his thing before entirely consuming it. His breathing grew rougher from her vibrant lashing.
He threw back his head and groaned. "I'll bet your sister would like to learn how you do that. Yeah, baby. Suck it."
Pete went down on her. He licked her pussy with uncivilized fervor. He outlined her sex-puffy lips, then split them with his tongue. "Mmmmmm," he growled into her cunt.
Buffy arched her back. She hadn't expected those luxurious slurps. He darted over her clit, manipulating its pulse. Her lips automatically tightened around Larry's cock. Her original plan was to suck them off, or straddle one while she blew the other. That scheme went out the window as Pete's tongue came at her. She hoped Bonnie was sulking in her room, blasting the television. She didn't exactly want her sister to hear sucking noises and muffled sobs.
Pete's eager tip got her juicy. He gulped her unrelenting flow. Her hips swiveled as he discovered many of her sensitive regions. Cupping his head, Buffy navigated his course. Pete took her instruction well. He dwelled on those places until she shuddered, then went onto the next stirring point.
Larry trembled in her mouth. She gazed at the muscular network of his abdomen. It quivered as she took generous servings of him. She drenched him in hot saliva. His long shaft disappeared in her female heat, her lips caressing his every inch. Her lips twisted and pulled, soliciting his eruption.
Unable to keep his hands to himself, he played with her tits. Her nipples throbbed between his thumbs and forefingers. He gave each a stirring tweak.
Buffy opened up as his cock went down her throat. Larry's blond pubes brushed her lips as he lowered himself to the stem. His balls stayed on her chin while he basked in her oral warmth.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "Yeah."
Pete had Buffy close to cumming. She couldn't delay her orgasm. He whipped her into a frenzy with his unstoppable tongue. Her jaws loosened around Larry's dick as his laps intensified. He assaulted her love button so sweetly, she had no recourse but to cum.
Sweat spilled from her brow. Buffy sucked harder on Larry, taking out her frustration. Her pussy came back to his mouth for more. He ate her without hesitation. His hunger for cunt was the fiercest she had ever known.
Pete fucked her with his tongue. Buffy lay back, receiving that white-hot sword. He drove it to the hilt. Buffy went out of her mind, receiving his full measure. The urge to spasm heightened.
"She's going to cum," Larry muttered while stuffing her mouth. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, then continued humping her face. "You're doing it, man. Keep going."
Buffy thrashed as Pete's head bobbed. The sucking sounds became amplified. Larry could feel her teeth on his cock as she got closer. Buffy barely kept them from scraping his taut skin.
"I'll bet that pussy tastes good," Larry remarked. Moving his hips, he kept Buffy's supply constant. She sucked his dick harder than before. He groaned at the intensity of her pucker. He benefited from Pete's thorough job. "Eat her, man. Eat her good."
Buffy shook violently. Pete could tell how badly she wanted to be fucked. His head stayed down while her juices gushed and her clit vibrated against his thrashing tongue. Her normally bitchy demeanor was gone when he detached his lips. He could still taste her honey while studying her angelic expression.
Pete yanked his briefs over his hips. His dick throbbed against her stomach. He steered himself with her juicy crack, then went in. His eyes closed as he penetrated her. Larry's embedded cock stifled her moan. Buffy felt his shudder of excitement as he sank into her hot, wanting cunt.
Larry, aroused from watching her take it, fucked her face a little faster. He grinned at seeing Pete's thick shaft vanish between those moist lips. His partner's gasp as Buffy absorbed him enhanced his viewing pleasure.
"Maybe we ought to call your younger sister down here so we both can have some pussy," he muttered.
Buffy frowned at him while working on his lean shaft. She wasn't remotely crazy about that idea.
Pete watched the tension building in Buffy's expression as he crammed himself in her wet, wanting hole. He jammed her until their pubes became entangled. He plowed into her quivering flesh, filling her with stiff cock. He gasped from the fierce suction her pussy exerted. Her thighs wrapped him. Buffy dug her heels into his butt, demanding he fuck her hard.
"How can you stay so fucking tight when we all fuck the shit out of you, Buffy?" he asked. "Christ, it's like being trapped in a well."
"Her mouth has a nice seal to it, too. Oh, yeah, baby. Suck my dick."
Buffy took her mouth off him. "Would you guys kindly shut the fuck up? Bonnie might be listening."
"Maybe she wants some, too," Pete said, bringing it home. "I'd like to fuck her."
"No," Larry muttered. "I get her first."
"Touch her, guys, and you're dead meat."
Larry and Pete noted the ugliness in her expression and warning in her voice. Neither wished to mess around with Buffy went she issued such an ultimatum. They dropped the matter and reconnected themselves to her.
In and out Pete plunged, feeding her dick. His balls loudly slapped her ass. Buffy thrashed, loving every second of it. His thrusts completely satisfied her. Buffy shoved back at him, provoking each lunge.
"Yeah," Larry muttered. "Deep-throat me." She sucked him whole, the tip of his boner tickling her tonsils. The shaft became lost within her moist lips. He endured the blistering heat of her throat. Her lips embraced his shaft with varying degrees of suction. A wealth of spittle paved the way. She drew him into a feverish suck, absorbing that extended hardness.
"Keep it in your mouth," Larry instructed, clasping her head. "Don't stop. Eat all of it." With his dick lost in her sweet mouth, chills of ecstasy overtook his body.
Larry's moaning exhilarated Buffy. She was dripping wet, overwhelmed by his response. She sucked him harder, propelled by his fierce reaction.
"Mmmmm," she growled, mouthing him. "Mmmmm."
Shaking, Larry received the smoothness of her sensual lips. His cock probed her furthest depths, driven into her throat.
Pete fucked her with everything he had. He slammed so hard into Buffy, he nearly knocked Larry's cock out of her mouth. He dared her to maintain her oral grip, moving his hips faster. The challenge drove him.
"Can you feel her teeth, man?" Pete asked.
"A little," Larry muttered.
Pete grinned, then launched a brisk pump. His groin bounced from her soft pubis. "Suck his dick off, baby," he chuckled.
Larry didn't even hear him. Close to exploding, he was solely conscious of the blood pounding in his ears.
From Larry's pelvic movements, Buffy perceived his imminent orgasm. The insides of her cheeks ached, yet she was determined to service him. She whimpered heatedly, crushing that dick with her lips.
"Swallow it," he ordered. His balls slapped her chin. "Gulp it down. Oh, yeah. Drink it."
Buffy moaned, downing his salty spurts. Hot goo flooded her cheeks. Thirstily, she consumed his creamy rinse.
Pete gave it to her harder. Buffy took the brunt of his spearing. Her pussy lips rolled over that oncoming shaft, swallowing him to the trunk.
"I'm going to shoot," he warned.
"Do it," Buffy panted. "Cream in me. I want to feel you squirt."
He pumped her more strongly than ever. Buffy cherished the push and pull of his sizable organ. They synchronized their orgasm. He made her peak just as he prepared to flood her with his hot jism.
"Oh, Pete," Buffy cried. "I'm cumming! Oh, my God. I'm cumming!"
He howled upon releasing that massive dose. He made certain she received every drop.
Buffy shuddered beneath him, experiencing the most ferocious spasms she could remember. Between her legs, she discerned that hot collection of his fluid.
The room echoed with their labored breathing. The smell of spilled cum drifted.
From the top of the stairs, Bonnie smirked. She had heard their entire exchange and even managed to glimpse a few skin-on-skin moments. Her sister had just handled two of the sweetest hunks she ever laid eyes on. She was truly impressed.
Her stay at Buffy's house had been an education unto itself. She came across her sister's vibrator and regularly used it. Judging from the kind of action Buffy had, she didn't really need it.
Bonnie envied Buffy. The girl had everything: men, clothes, a sporty car and plenty of loot. The men were the best part of it. They weren't like the salivating, inexperienced guys she'd dated, but real-life cops. How had Buffy managed to make so many of them her lovers? She supposed that cops enjoyed the company of models, so it made sense.
Bonnie intended to get one thing accomplished soon while she stayed at Buffy's: getting rid of her virginity. Their mother had put the fear of God in her, advising her not to give it away to the first cute guy she saw. Many times she had been tempted, yet curbed the impulse.
Having a cop deflower her, however, seemed deliciously naughty. Bonnie had it all pictured in her head: she naked and wearing his handcuffs while he fucked her. It was extremely important that he wear his uniform, too. She digested the scene: his dick sticking out of his pants, going into her cunt while she laid back, manacled.
Oh, wow! like, it was to die for!
Bonnie had met all of them: Joe, Dennis, John, Pete and Larry. They all beat her drum. The biggest question was: who would get her cherry?
CHAPTER NINE
The night was clear and balmy. The stars twinkling from above and the bright moon provided adequate illumination. Stacy lazed in her Jacuzzi with a glass of Chablis, letting the vibrant waters soothe her. Lite rock poured from her speaker system.
It was nice, she decided, to take the evening off and relax. The previous evening, she had been with Joe, John, Larry and Melissa until the wee hours. A second night of shenanigans would have been a bit much. She was thankful for the breather.
The men were working on a new case: money laundering. They refused to disclose leads that they were checking out. It was unusual for them. They routinely confided in the Babes.
Stacy didn't mind. If they kept the details secret, that was their option. It hadn't mattered in the least, to her.
A medley of popular artists entertained her by moonlight. The theme behind each of their songs was love. A smile came to her lips while fantasizing about her knight in shining armor. Given her current station in life, he would not be clad in metal plating, but rather police attire. Stacy, like the other Babes, got turned on by authority figures upholding the law. Their props-night sticks, handcuffs, guns tickled her imagine. Even without those devices, their sheer courage and assertiveness was an aphrodisiac.
She closed her hands while her finger drifted to her clit beneath the foamy surface of the Jacuzzi. Her legs opened as an image took form. Delicious thoughts projected in her mind. She created a scene. Getting arrested, manhandled, then seducing an officer played in tantalizing slow motion.
She traced, then rubbed, the hard button between her legs. A shiver went through her. Shifting water bombarded her highly aroused body. Her nipples stiffened. Positioned before a water jet, she took advantage of its thrilling force.
Oh, yeah, she thought, jiggling. The gentle night breeze caressed the upper portion of her body. The feeling was comparable to immersing herself in a liquid vibrator.
The sketch unraveled. She pictured herself running from a cop. Her clothes came off during his hot pursuit. Her tits flew out of her blouse and the buttons to her skirt fell off. A powerful hand closed over her arm, nabbing her during flight. She came to a stop, breathing hard.
Her finger furiously engaged her clit. She moaned, concentrating on every detail.
Cold metal surrounded her wrists. The click made her capture final. Weighed by the handcuffs, she dropped her arms. It was then that she realized her complete nudity.
Knowing he had her in his custody, Stacy elected to use female wiles. She sank to her knees before him, then unfastened his belt. The officer did nothing to stop her. The handcuffs limited her mobility, yet she managed to open his fly. She ran her cheek up and down his equipment. Her repeated brush gave it strength.
Shivering, she fingered herself. The foamy currents enriched the unwinding fable. Her pussy tingled from her stirring stroke. Gritting her teeth, she softly exhaled. An occasional splash of foam hit her erect nipples. The result was vastly satisfying.
His cock sprang from his pants. She extended her tongue, licking its bulbous head. The cop remained silent. Her lips widened, then came forward. He entered her mouth. Tenderly, she sucked him. She petted his balls and combed through the wiry mass of pubes. She drew strongly on him, seeking his salty male essence.
Finally, she gazed at his face. She wanted to see the outcome of her sucking. The clarity of his features startled her.
It was Wes Krazinski, her old boyfriend.
Stacy's finger froze over her clit. Adrenaline flowed through her body. She let out a startled gasp.
God, she fretted. She had believed she had conquered her weakness for him. Having him take form in a steamy fantasy was a reality check.
The episode at the motel-masturbating him-elicited a startling sob. She had had his cock in her hand. He subjected her to his savage pulse. As his orgasm grew near, she watched his brutally handsome face contort. His cum poured over her susceptible skin. She listened to his animal cry as it jetted from his huge cock.
Her intermission was brief. Her finger returned to her clit. The tingles were stronger than ever. She did not try to displace Wes from the unfolding dream. A lump formed in her throat as she jiggled herself.
It was a harmless fantasy, she deemed. None of it was true. Fueled by the unusual effect he bore on her, she used it to climax. Electricity radiated from her cunt to every nerve ending. His familiar features, marred by tension, intensified her pleasure.
In her mind, she ferociously sucked him. Her lips pulled and twisted on his dick in a bid to drain him. She was in ecstasy.
Yes, she thought, playing with herself. The robust waves collided with her aroused flesh. The door to the room that contained her fondest memories of him flew open and scenes she forbade herself to view came flooding back. She was inundated with trivia, much of it she believed forgotten. That was not so.
Their hottest moments in bed, his passionate kisses, his urgency remained intact as each episode played. She recalled the time she'd stretched out on the hood of his sports car while he gave her head. He once fucked her in a movie theater by pulling her onto his lap without the audience's detection. They had also done it in the backseat of a friend's car while driving-the urge simply seized them and wouldn't let go until they breathlessly separated.
Stacy could feel the orgasm building in her inflamed loins. "Oh, Wes," she whispered, rubbing her clit. "Yes. Do it. Make me cum."
It happened so fast, she hadn't prepared herself for its crippling intensity. Concentrating on Wes's face and body, she took her fantasy to fruition. A powerful, lasting orgasm ravaged her. She thrashed in the water, calling out his name. It automatically sprang from her tongue. The contractions gripped her, causing her to pitch.
For some inexplicable reason, her eyes opened before her fulfillment came. Subconsciously, she was alert to the presence of an onlooker. She vaguely thought one of the men had snuck up on her. They had keys to all their homes, their admittance unrestricted.
The figure of a naked man, standing at the edge of the Jacuzzi, stared down at her. Shadows spilled over his face. She peered at him through the darkness, waiting for the starlight to bring recognition.
Oh, God, she thought, still shuddering with orgasm. It was Wes.
"Don't fool yourself, baby," he said, descending the steps into the foamy tub. "I'm still the one you want."
Stacy was speechless. She did not chastise him for trespassing, nor demand that he leave. His appearance was an extension of her previous fantasy, fleshed out. She trembled as he closed the distance between them.
Wes's arms surrounded her. She shivered in their fold. He buried his face in her shoulder. His warm breath on her bare skin yielded a flurry of chills. He tongued and nibbled on her ear lobe. Gradually, her apprehension ebbed. Her defense mechanism rapidly collapsed.
"I want you," he whispered, sweeping down her back, then cupping her buttocks. He pulled her tight to him until his boner burned against her fur. His pulsations were highly prevalent. "Can you feel how much?"
She couldn't think, nor form the proper words. He rendered her defenseless with his touch. He stroked her curves, continuously reassuring her. His caress afforded her a tonic benefit. Its soothing relief elicited her contented sigh.
He kissed her nape while availing himself of her big tits. Her globes bulged through his fingers. He attempted to contain them. The span of his hands made that possible. Her nipples burned in his palms. His thumb and forefinger held one at bay, sampling its rigidity.
Stacy whimpered from his electrifying tweak. "Yes. Oh, yes. Do that."
Her brain whirred. Images from the past flickered on a screen in her mind. A scene evolved from the parting fog. He had knelt between her legs, busily feeding her his cock. Her furry snatch swallowed him to the balls. While spearing that pussy, his features became increasingly marred. Abruptly, he pulled out and squirted the sum of his excitement on her stomach. Stacy remembered a downpour of cum from that mushroomed head. He massaged his spurting cock, running his fingers up and down the bottom vein. After finishing, he stuck it back in her cunt for more pumping. He needed no recovery period. Stacy moaned upon receiving his hard dick.
She had once installed mirrors on her wall. Wes had stuck himself into her ass while she watched. She writhed on the bed, staring at his jelly-lubricated shaft disappearing into her crack. She achieved bliss while he lowered his cock into her rectum. His balls repeatedly kissed her ass. At the point of climax, he tore himself from her buttocks. Stacy bent herself so that his eruption landed on her poised tongue. She wiped his spent jism over her cheeks and chin.
Stacy drank in his nudity. He had taken off all his clothes by the bushes. Wes's body was everything she remembered. He sprouted a giant. That thing extended from him, thick and long. She could scarcely wait until it was inside her.
He recognized her hunger. "You still want it, don't you?"
She nodded. Her vow of fidelity to the men faded. She couldn't observe that pledge while naked with Wes. Uncontrolled passion propelled her into his arms.
His mouth went over hers. She thrilled at his tongue's exploration. He lightly cupped her buttocks. Locked in his embrace, she grew woozy.
They swayed in the Jacuzzi for a moment before he lifted her and set her on the surrounding cement. Stacy promptly spread her legs. Gasping while studying her pussy, he reflected joy upon seeing it. His warm breath filtered over that nest of dark curls. She tingled strongly in that area.
"I've been yearning to taste you again," he murmured. "I've thirsted for your sweetness."
She wasn't ready for the exhilaration that followed. His tongue wormed into her snatch. She moaned as it descended, washing her trembling walls. Her juices trickled in profusion. His slurps provoked her. He licked her tender pink flesh, one lash at a time. His whips accelerated her gush of nectar. She streamed into his mouth.
Oh, God, she thought, shaking. He improved with time. There was no hesitation in his technique. He darted over her glistening cunt flesh. It melted in his mouth. She sobbed as those hungry lips covered her.
Her legs trembled around his face. Her fingers became tangled in his hair while guiding him. It was sheer torture watching him sift through the layers of wet cunt. None of it seemed real.
Wes did a splendid job. His tongue dipped into her pussy and probed its juicy center. He rapidly wiggled in and out of it. Stacy's head rolled from side to side, her thoughts scattered. He licked her thoroughly, leaving no section unexplored. He siphoned every ounce of nectar clinging to her squishy folds.
At length, he placed total emphasis on her clit. Her luxury intensified. He brushed against her love button with fiery persistence. Her tremors were rampant during his relentless sweep. Securing his mouth, he sucked and throttled that responsive bud.
Stacy couldn't lie dormant a second longer. She wanted to simultaneously devour Wes. His mammoth dick gave her an appetite. The thought of making a meal of it had her quivering.
She threw a leg over his face, then sat on it. Her cunt was inside his mouth. His lips fully clamped her. She swiveled her hips, encouraging his tongue. Wes took the hint and fucked her with it. In and out he sliced, penetrating her spongy core. Her vision blurred; when clarity returned, she gazed at his lengthy shaft. He had climbed from the swirling waters, his dick fully extended. Wes was endowed with an excellent piece of equipment.
Stacy had tremendous affection for his cock. Sucking his big one was her favorite diversion. Balancing herself by the edge, she reached for his giant member. She planted a damp kiss on his bulbous crown. Slowly, she circled the jutting rim. Salt infiltrated her taste buds. She took another leisurely slurp.
His fingers slid into her slick groove and pulled it apart. Into her quivering warmth his tip went. She moaned with his cock in her mouth. He ate her so nicely, she couldn't focus.
Stacy massaged him with her fist. Greased by saliva, he slid smoothly through her vise. She discerned his pulsations. His angry coloring denoted his advanced excitement. Her fingers swerved to his pouch. After petting his balls, she noted their dense content. Wes had been saving it for her.
She covered his cock with sloppy kisses. Her spittle dribbled to his stem. When her bubbly drool cascaded to his pubic nest, she took stock of him. His dick stretched in all its magnificence. He stood ramrod straight, pumped with excitement.
Wes gulped her tangy fluids. She inhaled through clenched teeth during his gratifying wriggle. Her clit was under attack, his assault indescribably sweet. Up and down he darted. His bottom lip exasperated her. She breathlessly settled onto his face. Weathering that delicious bombardment took its toll.
"I'm going to cum," she sobbed. Unable to suck his dick another moment, she arched her spine. Wes's slurping overwhelmed her. He dabbled with patience to the danger point. There was no recourse.
Wes enveloped her trembling buns and dragged them flush to his ravenous expression.
He consumed her in huge mouthfuls. Stacy's orgasm poured down his throat.
After regaining her senses, she spun around on him and settled on his lap. His dick was like rock. She steered that heavy knob to her soaked cunt. Observant of his flinch, she rotated it against her slippery folds. Her dark wisps interfered with his path. She wanted Wes to feel heat, moisture and hair before her pussy swallowed him. When she went over her clit, she shuddered. She hadn't entirely recovered from his tongue.
"Have you given up the fight?" he asked.
Weakly, she nodded. His rounded bulb rolled around her drenched middle. Her feathery pubes got in his way.
"Yeah," he groaned. "You know where to put me."
She completely inserted the head, then pushed down. His cock inched through her snatch. She took him slowly, savoring the initial penetration. Wes slid into her cunt. Moaning, she gave him all the room he required.
"Yes," she whimpered. He smashed his balls to her quaking butt. After relishing the onslaught, he pulled back. His full manhood returned, occupying that trembling passage. She threw her head back, totally exhilarated. Aiming her nipples at the stars, she rode out the feeling. Wes's thighs supported her back, preventing her from flying off him. Their prickly texture-likewise stimulated her. She fondled those legs while bearing down on his lap. His whole cock stood in her pussy.
He enclosed her tits, then brought the nipples into alignment. Rotating his thumbs, he sent jolts through her system. When they were sufficiently swollen, he stuck them in his mouth. He drew heavily upon them. His suck left her woozy.
Stacy humped him slowly, savoring every throbbing bit. Clasping his shoulders, she peered at him. Her tits swung in his face. Her dark eyes flashed. She ran her tongue over her sensual lips. When the excitement became too intense, she veered back and emitted a guttural sob. Up and down his cock she slid. Her reassuring pucker echoed. Her cunt lips repetitiously shrank, then released. She gripped him with all the strength at her command. His dick throbbed in her greasy lock. She pressed down until his balls ballooned at her opening.
Stacy studied him while she rose and fell. His blue spheres dulled with pleasure. He looked sightless for a moment, then regained accuracy of vision. Desire flickered powerfully from his eyes.
He clutched her with those sturdy hands. They enveloped her ass. Wes roughly dragged her to the bottom of his cock, then yanked her to its tip. Up and down she soared. His balls whacked her each time.
She considered his knitted brow. Wes evinced a feral masculinity when extremely turned on. It was as though she tampered with his emotions until the raging bull tore loose. He fucked her back, savagely and without cease.
Wes's features reddened. His back bowed before he dealt her pussy a hammering blow. He slid back and forth, producing marvelous friction. High into her pussy he sailed before jerking back. She loved the attitude behind his thrusts. She felt the urgency behind his delivery.
"Are you there yet?" he croaked.
Stacy anxiously nodded.
He pumped her with all his might. His dick moved heatedly through her cunt. Her clit received some of that sweet abrasion. Juicy noises reverberated when he squeezed himself in her constricted hole.
"Oh, God," Stacy said, shutting her eyes. It was more than she could manage. "Ohhhh."
He was making her cum. The tremors which had been building caused her to shake. He fucked her harder and harder, driving her to the summit of ecstasy.
"Christ," he howled in anguish. "Arghh."
He gushed inside her pussy. She felt his squirts and twitch. She contracted around that spurting cock. Her joy was blinding.
"Now do you believe that I want you?" he quietly asked.
She bit her bottom lip. "Why now, after so much time has passed?"
"It took time for me to get my act together." He nibbled on her ear. "I had to grow up and realize what I'd given up."
Her heart pounded. Sobriety came crashing down on her. It was as though she had awakened from a dream. She had violated her promise by making love with him. If the men discovered her crime, they would banish her from their circle. Oh, God, she thought. What had she done?
"What's wrong?" he asked, reading her anxiety.
She shook her head. "You'd better leave."
"I can't. I won't-not without you."
"It's too late for us, Wes. My life has taken a different path. I'm afraid there's no going back."
"I refuse to accept that."
The sincerity of his expression touched her. Wes had never taken a stand. He seemed willing to fight for her.
"Leave with me," he whispered, kissing her. "Place your home in the hands of a real estate agent. Let them sell it for you while you travel with me. I'm starting a new job for six figures.
We can build a life together." He peered into her eyes. "What do you say?"
Stacy trembled. She had never been forced to make such a big decision.
CHAPTER TEN
Robyn's tongue swooped to Melissa's hard clit, just as Pete's cock filled her cunt. Melissa moaned from the double whammy. She writhed on Pete's hair-rough thighs while submitting to Robyn's oral expertise. Her back slithered up and down his chest. His palms rotated over her rock-hard nipples, accentuating the rush. His fingers stretched over her globes for a thrilling squeeze.
"Yeah," Melissa sobbed as Pete crammed himself into her pussy. His dick stroked her quivering flesh. She briefly closed her eyes and savored the moment. Given the push and pull of his cock, Pete created stimulating suction. The mounting pucker of his plunging in and out precipitated her high-pitched squeal.
Robyn, smirking, dutifully lapped her. Melissa studied the voluptuous brunette. She seemed to enjoy eating her. Her dark eyes flashed as she scooped the honey from her snatch. Looking angelic, she beamed at her.
Robyn appeared to be having a great time. She licked her pulsing dot, then washed Pete's protruding base and balls. Pete stirred against her, reacting to the tickling bubbles she slapped on him. His palms smashed her nubs.
Behind Robyn, Dennis lubricated her anus. His oily finger eased from her butt hole.. Robyn displayed no discomfort from his preparation. He extravagantly smeared some on his dick, greasing himself for entry. Back and forth his fist went until he had a gleaming coat.
Melissa observed his blossoming delight. Dennis loved to butt-fuck. Frequently, she offered her ass for his exclusive enjoyment. Taking that long, solid shaft involved total relaxation. If one hadn't done so before insertion, the experience could be unpleasant.
Oblivious to Dennis's designs, Robyn went on slurping her pussy. Melissa could not tell if Robyn was ready to receive him. Although he had stuck his finger in to the knuckle, his cock was much larger.
Melissa suspended her judgment while riding Pete. His thick member rose in her cunt until his balls bulged at her quivering entrance. Pete gave her everything he had. She swayed on his lap while squeezing it. Deeply wedged in her pussy, he braced himself for her rhythmic clench. Her walls supplied him crushing relief.
"Yeah, baby," Pete muttered in her ear. "Take it, all of it."
Melissa clasped his balls. Her fingers glided over the taut sac, slippery from Robyn's foamy spittle. She caressed the emerging section of cock, discerning its furious beat. Lifting and dropping her ass, she immersed him in her soaked folds.
Pete, groaning, sat back and permitted him to ride her. He also gave himself over to Robyn's occasional lick. Her serpentine tip enriched his satisfaction.
Dennis sank into Robyn's ass. His jaw hung while spearing her shapely buns. Her intake excited him. Robyn detached her tongue from Melissa's clit as he drove into her dark squish. Her eyes rolled upward as he gained purchase of her rectum. Her lips quivered during his submersion. Several minutes later, her presence of mind was restored. Her tongue returned to Melissa for more tantalization.
Dennis, gasping, stared down at his cock jutting from her crack. He watched his dark pubes skim her trembling butt cheeks, then winced as her female heat engulfed him.
He glimpsed Robyn's profile when she turned. He could see her arousing reception to his backdoor delivery. She threw back her head and sighed as he filled her ass with thick inches. He charged into her baking flesh without restraint, holding back nothing in his thrusts. Robyn grabbed everything he had.
Melissa humped Pete until she could feel the shaking in his loins. She fucked him good, making sure he would get off with a smile. She emptied her mind of all distraction but that chunky thing trapped in her cunt. Her pussy smoothly came down on him, then twisted. Pete, surrendering to her hungry grasp, grunted as she ground herself to his wide foundation.
"Gonna make you cum," she purred, galloping on his lap. "I want to feel you shoot."
"Christ," he muttered. Those cunt lips greedily yanked on him. There wasn't a moment's reprieve from their starved clasp.
Melissa recognized his fierce tremors. Abruptly, she pulled him out of her snatch. Her slender fingers wrapped his heavy shaft and gave him a stimulating massage.
Robyn, gazing at them, caught Pete's flushed expression. He flew back into the chair, huffing and puffing. She saw Melissa jerking his cock. It looked huge in her fist. Within seconds, she turned it into a creamy fount. Jism spurted all over her pussy. Melissa rubbed the cummy head over her clit. She climaxed under her heated orbit.
Dennis tore himself from her rectum. His lewd cry reverberated. "Arghh. Arghh."
Jism sprinkled her buttocks. His speedy orgasm amazed her. Dennis, drawn by the animal nature of the act, ordinarily prolonged the experience. Her ass smarted from the void he left. His dick had gone deep. She stroked her clit, allowing herself to enjoy the tingling aftermath. After a few minutes, her pleasure crested. It never took much.
Melissa took stock of Robyn. From all appearances, she seemed completely normal. She detected no lingering aftereffects of her fling at the mall. The buxom brunette visibly enjoyed their little sex party with the men.
Robyn hopped in the shower while Melissa served cold beer and sandwiches. Melissa expected her to emerge refreshed, but that wasn't the case. Robyn yawned. "If nobody minds, I'd like to call it a night. I'm exhausted."
"Why don't you bunk down here?" Dennis suggested.
Smiling, she shook her head. "You wouldn't give me a moment's rest."
He evaluated her answer. "You're probably right."
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay?" Melissa asked before she departed. "It's really late."
Robyn nodded. "It's a short trip. I'll probably hit the sheets the second I walk in the door."
"Drive carefully." Melissa turned to the men.
"By the way, where are the others?"
"Investigating a new lead," Dennis said after taking a large bite of his sandwich. "We're still trying to crack that money laundering operation."
"Larry, John and Joe seemed to believe they have an excellent idea where the loot is going," Pete remarked. "They've gone undercover. They've traced the cash flow. All signs look good. If the tip we received pans out, we'll close it."
"Let's hope so," Melissa said.
Within moments of turning over the engine, Robyn was completely revived. She prided herself on an effective performance. They genuinely believed she was physically wiped out.
She briefly stopped at home. Strewn across her bed was her leather vest, boots and belt. She had carefully arranged them for a quick change. The smell of the rustic material as she draped herself with it afforded her a fierce rush. She could scarcely wait.
Robyn loathed the deception. Throughout the evening, she couldn't stop thinking about that leather bar, specifically the sex room. She had gone there several times and always left exhilarated. Initially, she believed her addiction mild. The whole scene, differing from her experiences as a Police Babe, smacked of animalism. She saw some parallels. Both crowds mixed sex and authority. Handcuffs were largely in use. What elevated the bar in her mind was its selection of random, faceless partners. There were no surprises with the cops; she was intimately familiar with all their preferences. She never knew what to expect from the bar's leather-clad individuals who groped her in the dark.
Robyn, studying her reflection, became the leather dominatrix. Each piece of her ensemble was placed over her aroused body. She began to enjoy the paraphernalia attached to her separate guise. She felt truly transformed. The spike-heeled boots, the studded leather vest, then handcuffs, she clipped to her belt contributed to her metamorphosis. The cops disallowed such gear. They favored seeing her handcuffed and naked.
She consulted the clock. It was nearly two in the morning, the hour in which all creatures of the night amassed. All else, be damned. Every person had the right to go to hell in his or her own peculiar fashion.
Primed for a good time, Robyn blasted her stereo the entire way.
She almost missed the place, given its nondescript front. It maintained a low-key profile on the industrial-type street. Robyn imagined it was intentional on the owners' part. Places such as that became known through word of mOuth, not blatant advertising.
Heads swerved in her direction as she strutted through the door. Her face and figure were regularly seen among the leather folks there. They saw her au naturel and had been given a demonstration of her talents in the basement. Some instantly gravitated to the staircase in anticipation of her arrival.
Robyn smirked. She ordered a beer while checking out the crowd. Men in leather masks, slave collars, chaps and studded wrist bands eyed her. Her fellow dominatrixes candidly scanned her. Her thick, sensual lips curved. She tossed back her lustrous brown mane over her shoulders while polishing off her brew, then almost hypnotized them by running her tongue over her lips.
She purred. She was ready for the basement.
The leather-bedecked sentinel stood at the entrance to paradise. Robyn submitted herself for his approval and instantly passed inspection. Her choice of leather vest, belt and boots easily warranted admission.
The room moved with sweaty flesh. A salty scent pinched her nostrils. She glimpsed writhing bodies in the various stalls. Neon lighting provided an eerie glow. Moans resonated, one superseded by the other. Tongues wriggled into crevices. Mouths absorbed cocks. Distended nipples were hungrily devoured. The one sound that ruled all else was that of a pussy receiving a hard dick. Women rested on them, squatted before them, or simply lay on their backs and authorized entry.
Robyn wasted no time stripping off her superfluous attire. Her tight T-shirt came off, along with her shorts. During her last two visits, she hadn't bothered waiting to get into a stall. She peered into the various enclosures before casting her decision about which to enter.
Hands swooped over her unveiled flesh. Her nipples throbbed from an aimless swirl. Robyn couldn't distinguish between male and female. The delicacy with which they treated her was sheer ecstasy.
Across from her, she surveyed the abundance of flesh. A woman stroked a man's thigh while he pumped her. Arching his spine, he permitted his audience unobstructed viewing. Robyn saw his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. That wide section, amply greased, protruded from her pink folds.
An inflamed couple fucked doggie-style several feet away. The man, enclosing his partner's shapely buttocks, dragged them to the base of his stiff cock. He took inordinate satisfaction in caressing her. His large hands leisurely traipsed over her hips and ass. His balls issued a repeated slap. She sobbed as his thing descended. He gasped upon settling into her groove.
Others populated stalls, practicing every variety of sex. Multiple servants licked men and women in rotation. Many switched partners before orgasm. Flesh changed hands without discrimination.
Her T-shirt gone, Robyn quivered as a mouth encased her nipple. The light suction was almost unbearable. A tongue revolved with disarming frequency. Coupled with those explosive images, she was at virtual saturation.
Coming down the stairs was a tall, dark-haired male. His resemblance to a motorcycle gang member struck her. He acknowledged Robyn with a solemn nod. She shivered in anticipation.
While he got naked, Robyn stepped into the ring of flesh. Tongues tenderly lashed her body. She welcomed the dash of bubbly warmth to her nipples. Others sought her pussy. She freely gave it.
Others descended the stairs. Eyes flickered at the new arrivals, many recognizable from previous sessions. They swiftly removed their clothing, leaving their leather costume intact, then mingled with the assorted groups.
Robyn moaned as something warm and wet slithered into her pussy. Between her legs, the face of a knockout blonde resided. She noisily downed her seepage. Dividing her cunt lips, she meticulously licked that pink region. Her blue spheres were glued to her. Robyn pursued them through her feathery fringe. She whispered words of hot encouragement while feeding her that ooze.
A man licked the curvature of her spine, then traveled over her butt cheeks before descending into her crack. Robyn shook as he probed her anus. She gasped at his wriggling insertion. That tongue made a thorough pass of her rectum. Saliva dribbled down her inner thigh. Even when the pleasure became unendurable, that tip did not pause. Robyn turned to see that her assailant was none other than the Harley Davidson enthusiast. His obsession with her anus was irreconcilable. He plunged into it, effecting those exquisite sensations.
God, she thought. First Dennis had taken it that evening, and now him. Two men on the same night, craving her ass.
From the blur of flesh, a masked man stepped. Robyn was clearly his objective. He marched up to her with purpose. His blue eyes imparted the message, "Suck me." Planting his feet firmly apart, he dangled his semi-erect dick. Her lips instantly captured it. Initially, he was pliant. She sucked the head, then gradually took more. Pivoting his hips enabled her to evenly take him.
The blonde slurping her cunt dominated her concentration. She lapped her in detail, leaving not a shred of coherence. Robyn squirmed, conscious of her limber stride. The woman eating her gave Robyn no opportunity to catch her breath. She devoured her snatch.
The motorcycle member continued his anal investigation. Exploring her wrinkled opening, he obtained a guttural moan. He stabbed into her buttocks, lubricating it
Her thought process impaired, Robyn resorted to kissing the dick in her face. She distributed licks when possible. The redheaded stud favored her bubbly treatment. She dabbed him with saliva until his cock grew. Her lips swooped over his dilated head and locked under its rim. She sucked until his male essence rinsed her palate.
Meanwhile, her fingers coiled around the foot of his cock and tugged. She spurred his development. Up and down her fist went, experiencing his solidification. He sprouted in her grasp.
She included more of him in her oral clamp. Her lips moved downward, displacing her hand. She fluttered across his veins, sprinkling her spit. His dick bunched around her shrunken lips, then sank into her face. In and out he glided, steadily burgeoning. She pulled on him, drawing him into her taut ring. Exercising skill, she obtained every extendable inch from his cock and brought him to peak size. It curved from his groin, extremely rigid.
The blonde withdrew her mouth and stuck her finger into Robyn's cunt. She pumped Robyn's loins until the nectar gushed. When she had tapped Robyn, the blonde plucked her digit and attended the outpour. Her kitten-like licks brought on a dizzy spell. She pinned back the lips of her pussy and lowered her serviceable tip into its liquid center. The results were electrifying.
At that same moment, the Harley guy aligned himself to Robyn's backside. She felt his exhalations on her shoulder. His blunt knob dipped into her juiced ass-hole.
Immediately detaching her lips, Robyn wailed. The motorcycle maniac took purchase of her waist and gradually introduced himself to that quivering butt hole. Pain was not an issue. Dennis's earlier journey left her highly susceptible. She enjoyed anal sex, savoring a cock submerged in her ass. He followed her, no matter how wildly she bucked. Its operator ground himself to her sweet buns, instilling an unshakable awareness of his size. She whimpered from its hollowing force.
The blonde's vibrant tip diluted the ache. She ran her tongue often over Robyn's pink succulence, erasing every discomfort. Of course, she did not suffer from that rectum-splitting monster. The two sensations neutralized each other. Only splendor prevailed.
The masked man cupped the back of her head and reattached her lips. His dick slid smoothly into her smothering clasp. It was quite gratifying to have a cock in her mouth. She sucked it with renewed vigor. Her lips traveled its length, taking a moment to sample its pulsations, which were highly prevalent. His dick slid back, juicy with spit.
The masked man's head lolled. His eyes rolled upward through the slits. He pulled back his lips, baring clenched teeth. From his posture, he obviously loved what her mouth did to him.
Behind her, a stiff cock buried itself in her ass. She received it with a shudder. Her anus expanded and contracted to adapt to him. That dick speared into her narrow channel, demanding all conceivable space. Eight inches of hard cock plowed into her bowels.
After applying her suck, she lathered his balls. Sweat spiced that region. She slurped his pouch until his flesh swam in her drool. When another slobbering stroke became unbearable, he returned himself to her mouth.
The blonde noisily gobbled her cunt. Robyn could feel her siphon the juice. The girl parted her cunt lips, gleaning the spice not only from her flaps, but the hole, too. Her slurps made Robyn insensitive to the cock in her ass. Soon, the blonde focused almost exclusively on her clit. That sinuous tip encountered her love button, one unvarying lash at a time. Soon, Robyn had difficulty breathing-the pleasure was that intense.
Several feet away, Robyn observed a man fucking a woman. Clutching her thighs, he vigorously stuffed himself into her pussy. His hips jerked wildly as he slammed into her. The woman undulated, overcome by the brutal pumping he gave her. In pulling back, Robyn noted his substantial width. She understood the woman's distinct incoherence. The man showed signs of cumming; his misshapen features relayed that message. Suddenly, he pulled out and immediately seized the woman's wrist. Robyn watched as he dragged her hand to his dick and had her massage him. Absently, the woman complied. Within seconds, his jism sprayed her tits. Her nipples received a creamy blanket. A gut-wrenching cry tore from his throat as he emptied himself over her squirming body.
The masked man's fingers dug into her skull.
With his mouth wide open and gasps echoing from above, he labored. Robyn was scarcely ready for his torrent of cum. He exploded fast, shooting in her mouth. She gulped it as best she could. The blonde's tongue defeated her.
The motorcycle member was next. He yanked himself from her butt and squirted. Most of his spunk landed on her rear. She was oblivious to its splash. Although he commanded a respectable amount of space in her rear, the attributable vacuum did not haunt her. Again, that fantastic licking was responsible for diffusing the hurt.
The blonde ate her nonstop. Robyn lost track of the orgasms she had. The final one dealt her was bewildering. She twisted above that poised tip, heavily contracting. The spasms were, by far, the strongest.
As she sank into a pleasant state of numbness, Robyn took notice of her audience. Many had stopped what they were doing to digest her performance. Some waited their turn with her. A multitude of faces swam around her, some familiar, the majority foreign.
Her eyes landed on a pair of faces that nearly brought her heartbeat to a stop. She became still as their condemning stare caused her to cower in the shadows.
Larry and John, dressed in full leather regalia, had just seen her in action. Neither looked pleased to find her in such a place.
A conversation from that evening slowly resurfaced. "We're about to break that money laundering operation. We believe funds are being churned through a business that caters to the night life."
Oh, God, she thought, not the leather bar.
It was then that Stacy realized she was in deep shit.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"You suck!" yelled Bonnie at her sister.
Buffy, who had just confiscated the jewelry Bonnie "borrowed" from her collection, remained impassive. "Little thief. You shouldn't be taking things that don't belong to you."
"Excuse me. I didn't think you'd throw a hissy fit about it."
"If you weren't my sister, I'd break your legs."
Bonnie stormed out of the house. She'd had her fill of her high-and-mighty sibling. Buffy wasn't cool about sharing, and was becoming one, huge pain in the ass. She marched down the street, miffed.
Buffy kept insisting that she get a job and her own apartment. Bonnie pleaded with her to talk with her modeling agency about a chance. Buffy refrained from lending a helping hand. She argued that Bonnie ought to hunt for her own opportunities.
Bonnie gazed at the stars, wondering when that lucky break would occur. Buffy had been blessed with fortune. All the good things simply fell into her lap.
Within several blocks of Buffy's house, Bonnie came to a stop. Where was she going? Certainly not home, where she faced a browbeating mother and complacent father. Bonnie immediately nixed that idea. Besides, she had no means of transportation, and hitching a ride was out of the question.
A police car, which had been monitoring the area, came to a stop beside her. Bonnie sighed. She didn't want to be hassled by curfew ordinance. The law enforcers wouldn't buy her being nineteen years old.
A familiar face leaned from the window. "Bonnie?"
Her pulse jumped. It was Joe, one of Buffy's cop friends. He was, in her opinion, the hottest of the bunch. She'd always fancied tall, dark-haired Italians. Joe was the embodiment of her wildest fantasies.
Suddenly, she knew who would bust her cherry.
She sashayed to his vehicle. "Have you been looking for the bad guys?"
He grinned. "Something like that." He made no secret of scanning her yummy little body. Bonnie had donned a miniskirt that displayed her trim thighs to advantage. The plunging neckline of her top placed her jiggling globes on exhibit. "What are you doing out so late?"
"I just had a spat with Buffy. She really pisses me off. I narrowly missed ripping her hair out by the roots."
Joe chuckled. "I guess I ought to keep you away from her. I wouldn't want you hurting her. Hey. If you don't have plans, you can ride with me if you'd like. I've got to complete my patrol. I'll drop you off at your front door."
"Mrnmrnm. You've got yourself a date."
They roamed the streets for a half hour. Bonnie transmitted signals the moment she tossed her shapely butt into the passenger seat. He pretended to survey the dimly lit boulevards, yet kept glancing in her direction.
"How old are you, Bonnie?" he asked.
Her lips curved. "Old enough."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That I've reached the age when I can read men's minds."
"You're also at the point where you need to behave yourself. A pretty girl like you can get herself into lots of trouble."
"I never tease a man I'm not interested inand I always finish what I start." She sighed. "I really envy Buffy. Why is it she has so many cop friends?"
Joe cleared his throat. "She never mentioned it, has she?"
Bonnie frowned. "That bitch never tells me anything." Her moment of indignation faded and her angelic demeanor returned. "Do you find me attractive, Joe?"
He shrugged. "Sure."
"Am I better than Buffy?"
He clutched the wheel. "I better not say. I've got a hunch word will filter back to her, and she might not like it."
Bonnie giggled. She thoroughly enjoyed herself.
He noticed her gorgeous legs as she crossed them. That first spark of acknowledgment-and perhaps desire-entered his mind. Her close proximity began to affect him. The isolated glimmer in his eye took focus.
They traveled down a dark street. With calculation, Bonnie uncrossed her legs and spread them apart. The miniskirt she wore rose up her thighs, almost exposing her panties. To heighten his interest, she caressed her thighs, publicizing their smoothness. She wanted to instill in his vulnerable mind how much pleasure he could have between them, by sticking himself into her soft, damp center.
The atmosphere in the squad car became highly charged. Bonnie largely felt lust emanated from his body. His eyes continued to flash at her hot legs. She knew her tits weren't as huge as her sister's, but she otherwise represented a sumptuous package.
Bonnie got hornier while staring at Joe. Definitely, her attraction stemmed from his police uniform. The badge, the gun and the handcuffs underscored her desire.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Joe asked, his throat almost coated with rheum.
"No. Most of the guys my age are bone-heads. I'd rather be with someone who's exciting and fun." Her hand settled on his thigh. "like a cop."
Joe's Adam's apple rippled upon contact. Bonnie knew her feathery caress bore a powerful impact.
"What's so special about us? We're just average guys."
Bonnie shook her head. "I can't picture anything about you being average, Joe." Her eyes dropped to his crotch as she fondled his sinew-rich leg. Her fingers drew circles on his navy blue trousers. The underlying tremors did not escape her detection. She noted the tension building between them. "In fact, I'll bet you're a whole lot to handle."
He swallowed roughly.
Bonnie slid her anxious body closer to him. Her thigh was now flush with his. He received full benefit of her tingling presence. She included his arm in her sweeping nuzzle. Feeling him, she experienced a surge of juice seep from her hot crevice. Her pussy constricted at the thought of wrapping itself around him, prepared to hold him in the tightest vise.
"I'm almost done with my tour of duty," he mentioned. "Perhaps I ought to take you home."
"I don't want to go home, Joe," Bonnie murmured, drifting over those muscles and enclosing them in her tremulous grip. "I want to stay with you." With that, she went after the prize she sought: his groin. She didn't make it to his cock, but grazed the innermost section of his thigh.
Joe applied the brake. "Bonnie, I think you'd better stop before something happens."
"That's just it," Bonnie whispered, then licked his ear lobe. His resulting shudder told her he was ill-equipped for that maneuver. "I want something to happen."
They pulled over to the side of the road. The street was dark, concealing their actions. He immediately shifted into "park," then turned to her.
Bonnie resumed her grope of his body. She slid her hand into his shirt to sample the definition of muscle. He looked seared by her touch, unable to combat the flurry of passion it elicited. To her dawning satisfaction, she noted that he did nothing to stop her.
"Oh, Joe," she panted, streaming over that massive chest, through the patches of hair. After a thorough investigation, she delicately fondled his crotch. She encountered something partially hard shifting in his pants.
"You surely don't waste time going after what you want," Joe muttered.
Bonnie continued to massage him while she talked. Joe's will power was rapidly dissolving. She rubbed his flaccid equipment, trying to make him hard. Her fingers dipped under his balls, then up the area she imagined was his shaft. No growth seemed to occur. "Don't you want me, Joe? Haven't you thought about what it would be like?"
Joe started shaking, battling temptation. "I've already got a girl, Bonnie. I don't make it a habit of cheating on her."
"I don't care. It won't stop me from wanting you."
"Why is it so important?"
"Because I want to give my cherry to a cop."
His eyes widened. "You're a virgin?"
"Yes. I want you to be the first."
That seemed to make a big difference to Joe. "I'm taking you back to Buffy's this instant. Thank God we stopped before things really got out of control."
"No." Rather than squirming beside him, Bonnie threw her leg over his and climbed onto his lap. Heatedly, she rubbed her mound to his crotch, trying to correspond to the man inside him. She moaned while rocking on those solid thighs and peered into those dark pupils. She bumped him with her tits.
Each bounce brought a shock to his system. He flinched, then caught her wrists. His burst of strength seemed to excite her. "Cut it out, Bonnie," he said, shaking her. "You haven't got a clue of what it's all about."
"Teach me, Joe. Show me how to please you." She reached for his mouth with her lips. Pressing hard, she shoved her tits at him. He trembled more than ever, struggling with his conscience. His hands had yet to tame her shifting ass. His cock, however, stiffened a bit more; she felt his shaft stir against her damp mound. The friction between it and her silky panties kindled quite a fire.
Joe's powerful, rugged body in his police costume drove her wild. She smashed her mound to his crotch, grinding back and forth.
"Don't, Bonnie," he croaked, loosening his grip on her. "Get off me before it's too late."
In a rush of passion, Bonnie lowered her mouth to his neck and sucked. His skin, flecked with sweat, provided a riveting, salty taste. "Mmmmm," Bonnie purred while nibbling on him. Simultaneously, she slipped a hand inside his shirt and found his nipple. She rotated her digit until he grew against that instigating pressure.
"Christ," he gasped, overwhelmed. He compressed the air from his chest, then surrounded her with those husky arms. Her teasing had made short work of his determination.
Bonnie continued rubbing against his groin. Joe trembled from the demanding press of her mound. His cock twitched, then expanded slowly against her inflamed pussy.
"Yes, Joe," she sobbed, sliding against his boner. "Let me have you. Fulfill my greatest fantasy. Let me cover your cock with my virgin pussy."
Her wiggling tip transformed his nipple into a pebble. He had no recourse but to endure its circular splendor.
Bonnie unbelted his pants, then tore down his zipper. He totally exhausted her patience. Urgency fueled her veins. Joe was so swollen, he sprang from the fly. She panted when freeing that hard dick. She couldn't tell how big he was while sitting on him.
"There's no turning back," she whispered. "I won't let you."
Joe slid back in his seat, affording her ample room to mount him. Hunger beamed from his face. He submitted to the appetite she harbored, ready to satisfy it.
Bonnie looked down at him. Joe was enormous. His cock stretched through her fist, thick and extensive, towering through his unzipped opening. The longer Bonnie stroked him, the more anxious she became. That jitteriness in her snatch wouldn't abate. She couldn't envision fitting the whole thing in her cunt, but would try.
Joe perceived her apprehension. "It might hurt. Maybe I'd better put it back."
He considered her frail form. Joe was big-boned, teeming with muscle. Handling her would require definite care-particularly at the height of excitement. "I can handle it." Her fingers drifted to her sopping wet panties. Bonnie was so juicy from sitting on his lap, there was no hesitation. She peeled back the panel that sheltered her pussy. Once Joe saw the damp curls, Bonnie saw the rush of desire. "I'm all warm and sticky."
"Yeah," he hoarsely acknowledged.
There wasn't time, nor room, to remove her panties. Bonnie guided his stiff cock to her sluiced crevice. His shaft throbbed in her hand. She squeezed him, reassuring him of her decision to end her virginity. When she inserted him into the moist space between her cunt lips, he quivered.
"Jesus," Joe muttered, clenching his teeth. The pressure and heat got to him. "Oh, Bonnie. Bonnie."
She massaged herself with his swollen cock-bulb. Moving it back and forth, she purred.
Exhilaration pumped through her veins. She enjoyed the rich, giddy feel of him as it rolled over her sluiced flesh. When she arrived at her clit, electricity crackled. He disbursed a potent charge. Her enlarged button was quite receptive to his eager cock; enclosing that entire thing almost seemed too delicious to accomplish.
Joe was shaking. "You're driving me crazy."
Bonnie surrounded his hips with her velvety thighs. Her body, though smaller and fragile, looked lusciously compatible with his larger, sturdier frame. Seizing his shoulders, she lifted herself over that tremendous cock, then pushed down.
"Ohhhh," Bonnie cried out as his bloated knob sank into her cunt. She was unprepared for the initial shock of cock in her pussy. His thickness pushed the walls of her snatch to their limit. The degree of hardness was also a splintering surprise.
The pain swiftly came. She was determined to get through it. "Oh, God," she moaned, swiveling her hips. She took more of him. "Ohhhh."
Joe cupped her ass, then guided her down his shaft. He elevated his hips and pushed his dick through her slippery cunt. "You're so fucking tight."
Bonnie whimpered as he entered her. There was so much of him to absorb. Her pussy devoured his cock as though it were a lavish treat.
"Bonnie," he gasped, shaking as her cunt swallowed him. "Oh, Bonnie."
"Yes," Bonnie moaned as he approached her cherry. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. She bit her bottom lip, struggling to take more of that cunt-stretching shaft. Bonnie wanted to encase every inch of that big dick and give him the fuck of his life.
His bloated crown soon met with her maidenhead. She braced herself for that jolting hurt. The tip of his cock broke through. A pain shot through her as Bonnie sank to his balls.
"Oh, fuck," Joe muttered, feeling himself demolish her cherry. His dick slid to the bottom.
Bonnie rocked her pussy to his cock until she embedded him. She didn't dwell on the pain she sustained. "It's over. You took it."
He clutched her ass and dragged her to him. "Was it bad?"
"No," Bonnie lied, smiling. "It was incredible."
Her cunt was juicy, sliding up and down his hard cock, hungry to receive more. She held Joe fast between her legs. Lifting and dropping her ass, she enjoyed it.
Joe's eyes glazed over as Bonnie studied him in the dark. His head rested against the back of the seat, trying to observe her sensual movemerits, but getting caught up in the delicious turmoil of her slick pussy. She coated his manly shaft with her love juices, gliding over it with her puckering lips.
"Am I better than your girlfriend?" she asked, humping him. "Doesn't my warm, virgin pussy feel nice?"
"Oh, Christ. Yes."
The windows of the squad car steamed from their heavy breathing. Bonnie could hear the ecstasy through the wet sounds their connected flesh made. She stared down at her pussy as it gobbled his thrusting dick. His shaft extended from his pants and disappeared. His thickness pushed aside her panties to get to that juicy cunt. Sweat poured from her nipples as she bounced on his lap.
Bonnie sank on him, relishing his snug fit. That cock, reaching deep inside her, belonged to a cop. The feeling was heavenly. She moaned while accepting eight bone-crushing inches.
"Let me make it more fun." His large thumb stroked her clit. Happiness she had never experienced soared through her. He worked it up and down, coordinating it with his spearing cock.
"Yeah," Bonnie whimpered. "More. Please." He massaged her swollen love button, leaving a trail of sparks. His masculine touch thrilled her to no end.
Joe didn't halt there. He cradled the back of her head and steered her to his mouth. Their tongues met instantly, curling about each other. Their kiss launched fireworks. Bonnie trembled in his passionate embrace, surrendering to him.
His thumb didn't stall for a moment. He jiggled her until she was a disheveled wreck. Bonnie moaned down his throat while he pumped her with cock. Each thrust caused her satisfaction to build. Bonnie humped him frantically, wanting to get him off. She craved nothing more than to feel his jism spurting in her pussy in the midst of his intense contractions.
Bonnie felt his balls shifting beneath her squirming ass as he fucked her. Their heaviness told her of their bubbling mass.
He worked her up, kneading her clit with his thumb. Her nerve endings were nibbled to the quick.
Joe didn't release her lips. Their mouths were pressed together, feeding off each other's oxygen. Her supply was nearly depleted when the spasms took possession. Her thoughts were scrambled, off kilter. There was no possibility of avoiding their onslaught. At the height of their assault, she jerked back and cried out.
"Oh, God!" Bonnie whimpered, cumming. She lost it. Joe imprisoned her in his arms, driving his cock into her whole. Bonnie felt the brunt of his turbulence as he fucked her with complete abandon. The urge to fill her pussy with his dick was more than he could withstand.
"Oh, Bonnie," he groaned in her ear, pounding all of himself between her legs. He rammed her with all he had. "Take it, baby. Take it."
A barrage of fireworks exploded throughout her body. Bonnie lost count of the orgasms. She enjoyed a chain reaction of them.
Bonnie jerked wildly on his lap, absorbing the force of her physical greed. Never, however, did she forget who owned the hard cock she sat on.
When her vision cleared and she gazed at Joe, she found his staying power had expired. His rugged face was mired with sweat and quite contorted as he erupted in her cunt.
Bonnie felt the warm, creamy accumulation in her snatch. She writhed on his lap, welcoming its deluge. That squirting sensation, in connection with his marred features, amplified her satisfaction. Watching him shudder from the pleasure she supplied was an erotic high.
When his orgasm ebbed and he settled into a more serene frame, Bonnie leaned forward, brushing him with her nipples, and darted into his mouth. Her tongue sought his, prompting reciprocation.
She felt his cum oozing from her pussy. His discharge easily flooded her. The amount he spewed was substantial. "That was the coolest thing I've ever done." Her lips returned to his neck and sucked. His resulting quiver confirmed his overflowing desire.
Joe stayed hard in her cunt. She wanted to do it again, but in bed.
"Let's go to a motel," she said. "I want to fuck you some more."
"What about Buffy?"
Bonnie made a face. "Fuck Buffy."
Joe could have enlightened her that he had, many times in the past, but refrained from doing so. Bonnie didn't need to know about that particular arrangement.
A coquettish smile took shape. "There's one thing I'd like to know, if you don't mind," she whispered, with almost a trace of mischief.
"What's that?"
"How do I become a Police Babe?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Under the circumstances, Melissa threw a party. It seemed the smartest thing to do.
While in the kitchen arranging bottles of Michelob, sandwiches and assorted snacks on a tray, Melissa suffered a stab of guilt. Robyn's defection bothered her. She largely felt that had she spent more time with her, trying to make sense of her growing restlessness, her discovery at the leather bar would never have happened.
Robyn wasn't sad over her expulsion from the group. Melissa, having gone to her home to help pack her things, found a strangely euphoric Robyn.
"I'm free," she sang when answering the door. "I can do as I wish."
"Free?" Melissa echoed, dejected. Her defection meant that she had to move out of the home the men bought her. As an ex-Babe, they wouldn't make her mortgage payments, nor give her the items accorded one. Robyn was forced to live on her own, provide for herself.
"You feel that's better?'
"Absolutely. I've discovered a new lifestyle that's exciting and fulfilling. Oh, I'll admit that I agonized when they learned my secret. It doesn't matter anymore. I can wholeheartedly embrace my new lifestyle without worrying. I'll get a job to support myself. I don't need the men to pay my bills."
Melissa picked up the leather studded slave collar that sat in a box. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes." She put an arm around Melissa. "You wear one, too, honey, except it's invisible. As a Police Babe, you lead a servant's existence."
"I can't see the comparison."
"One day, you will, and if you're smart, you'll get out."
Robyn's words haunted her. Melissa couldn't believe her lifestyle choice lacked meaning while Robyn's was superior.
She carried the tray into the family room. Dennis, Pete, John and Larry sat. On the floor, Cathy lavishly ate Buffy. Both girls were completely naked, giving the men an "appetizer" before the real action started. Cathy devoured that wet pussy as though she hadn't indulged herself for months. Her tongue speared that glistening pulp, dividing those folds with some luxurious swirls.
Buffy moaned from those ferocious slurps.
Her spine arched as she digested her furious tip. Her gorgeous face, framed by those sleek thighs, became lined with tension. She twisted in that tangle of exquisite flesh, pelting Cathy's chin.
Cathy gulped her perfumed drippage. Her blonde mane tumbled over Buffy's midsection, only to be whipped back before she could down that second mouthful.
Buffy dove between Cathy's legs and reciprocated. She licked her until Cathy shuddered. The smell of pussy permeated the air.
Buffy's cunt moistened from the exotic curl of Cathy's tongue. Part of Melissa wanted to sit on her face. She had Cathy before, and knew the luxury behind those licks.
Melissa, setting down the tray on her cocktail table, felt a warm draft against her neck, followed by a pair of hungry lips. Pete's muscular chest pressed against her back. His hands enclosed her waist and dragged her to his swollen crotch. Something rigid stroked the groove of her ass.
Her eyes rolled up in their sockets. Pete wanted to get it on with her. He rubbed himself to her, feeding her his horny vibrations. The friction of that rigid cock lit her fuse. Melissa responded to him. His impatient manner intoxicated her.
"You look mighty good tonight, babe," he muttered in her ear.
His hand left her waist and swerved in front. Melissa moaned as he squeezed her mound. He stroked her pussy, getting her juicier by the second. She shivered from his demanding fingers.
Her immediate reflex was to grope him. Melissa smoothed her palm over the bulge in his pants. The heat of his erection caused her to shake. He protruded heavily from his jeans.
The girls proceeded to munch on each other. Buffy clamped her mouth over Cathy's cunt and gulped the abundant juices. There was no shortage of nectar. Even when she lifted her face, more gushed from her pussy.
Cathy slobbered her in return. She nibbled her clit. Buffy rotated her hips with an agonizing moan. Her darting tongue snagged those damp flaps and pried them apart. She murmured while feeding upon her cunt.
Melissa surveyed the girls while that large thumb unfastened the snap to her jeans. Her zipper loudly descended. His tongue grazed her ear lobe. Warm air fluttered at her neck. Shivers ran along her spine.
She stroked the protrusion in his jeans. Pete, rock-solid, groaned from her feathery touch. "Did those naughty girls get you all worked up?"
"No," he muttered, "your beautiful ass did."
Melissa smiled. "What should we do about that?"
He squeezed her mound until she shivered. "You figure it out."
Having opened her jeans, he got to her pussy. He dipped into her panties, fondling her furry snatch. Melissa perceived his grunt of approval. Sticking it into her obviously excited him; the strength in his grope illustrated his liking. Melissa sobbed from his abrupt squeeze.
"Yeah," she whimpered. "Let's figure it out together."
He dipped into her pussy. Her sodden lips yielded to his shifting fingers. She oozed into his palm. Moisture dripped from her aroused muff.
His thumb brushed her clit. Strong voltage coursed through the vessels of her being. Pleasure radiated from that point of inflammation. She quivered as he worked her love button.
His mouth resumed its dizzying suck. He attached himself to her neck and brought those luscious sensations to a boil. His lips circled and drew upon her susceptible flesh.
Her nipples strained through her T-shirt as a result of his appetizing disturbance. Sensing her mounting pleasure, he bunched her tits until the nubs were in perfect alignment. He momentarily displaced his masturbating hand. Melissa smelled her pussy on his fingers.
Using those sticky digits, he caressed her thick stubs. He encompassed her tits with one hand and slowly lubricated those hard pebbles. Her body howled with joy as he stroked her.
His other hand went into her panties. Within seconds, Melissa felt the entrance of two fingers. Her jaw dropped as he drilled into her wet snatch. Back and forth he journeyed, moving through hot squish.
Melissa gyrated her hips and moaned. Latching onto those probing digits, she fucked them. Melissa listened to the slick sounds of her cunt greasing him.
Pete sent her into a frenzy.
Cathy and Buffy were oblivious to her seduction. Their consumption of pussy overwrote their curiosity. They mouthed that tender section, partaking of the spouting nectar.
Weak from his ravaging, Melissa bent over and grasped the back of a chair. Her knees threatened to bow. She shoved her ass at him, imploring he do what his body demanded.
He unzipped, then massaged his jutting cock. Melissa saw it heading toward her. He angled himself for entry, then sank into her cunt. Nothing rivaled the thrill of initial penetration. She felt hardness slice into her pussy. Her nails dug into the chair. Oh, God. Adrenaline swept through her body.
Those cum-packed balls spanked her ass. His wallop served as confirmation of his incorrigible lust. That monster yawned in and out of her pussy. Carrying the swollen mass caused her to break into a sweat. A whole lot of man drove into that wet, pulpy space.
Pete began fingering her clit. Melissa was amazed at his skill for hitting the right spot. He had an uncanny rhythm. Her clit hummed beneath his circular stroke.
She shoved herself back, looking for more of him. He put it right where it belonged, where it mattered. He stuffed her cunt with cock. She gyrated her hips, accelerating her intake.
While Melissa got fucked doggie-style, John strode up to her. He had a big boner protruding from the front of his pants. Melissa listened to the metal teeth of his fly separate, then saw his thick shaft stretch his cotton briefs. He yanked down the elastic band and let his thing jut from his fly and curve to her mouth. A bead of cum oozed from the purplish knob.
"Suck," John commanded, leaning toward her mouth. "Suck."
Without hesitation, Melissa did as instructed. Her lips went around the head, then pulled him inside. His pulsations were strong and prevalent. She sucked his dick, squashing him with her tongue and wiggling all around. Clasping his base, Melissa effected a stirring massage. John appreciated her tantalizing tempo. He swayed before her, groaning.
"Christ," he grunted, sliding in and out of her snug ring. "Oh, yeah. Suck me to the root." He plunged himself until those balls rested on her chin. He held his stem to her lips, then slowly drew back. His prolonged exhalations informed her of his bliss.
Cathy made Buffy cum. Melissa heard her climax in the background. Dennis moved toward them with his pants down and cock up. Melissa couldn't see what was happening, but immediately heard Cathy's sob and Dennis's grunt.
Larry waited a minute, then whipped out his dick and joined them. Buffy's sob rose above the din.
Although Melissa partially listened, John and Pete kept her busy. Pete was jabbing her from behind with cock. Ignoring that solid, blunt thing proved impossible. She heard, as well as felt, his sure thrusts.
Melissa gobbled John to the base. She caressed his balls while easing him down her throat. His salty male essence filled her nostrils. The sweat from his balls and pubic thatch carried an intoxicating aroma.
She realized, after receiving that hard dick, that she was close to cumming. Her pussy churned with excitement. Solid male flesh collided with squishy female pulp. Being of ample width, Pete also brushed her clit.
John took note of her disorientation. "She's gonna cum," he mentioned. "Keep fucking her, pal. Ram it. Yeah." He cupped the back of her head, pistoning his hips. "Stay with it, baby. I'm about to jizz."
Melissa merely drew on the rotund head. Coiling her fingers about his base, she masturbated him. He trembled as she doubled her jerking speed.
His mouth dropped open. His jaw hung as though suspended by wire. "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna squirt, baby. Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
Melissa did as she was told. Weakness, unfortunately, flooded her. The cock spearing her cunt knocked her cold. He rubbed her deep, inner walls. Her reaction to that tugging and pushing sent her over the edge. She tightened around him, then spasmed.
John kept fucking her mouth. Melissa whimpered against his captured flesh. Her lips quivered as he charged into her, sliding into her throat. After a moment, he groaned. "I'm cumming, baby. Swallow it."
"Jesus," Pete gasped, shuddering with orgasm. Buried in her cunt, he moved his hips to gain benefit of the friction. He twitched in her pussy while discharging. "Oh, yeah."
The doorbell rang moments later. Melissa disentangled herself from John and Pete, expecting to find Stacy. For some reason, she was extremely late. She left a message for her on the recorder.
Upon swinging back the door, she found Joe with Bonnie draped on his arm. Melissa did a double take. She mouthed the words "Are you crazy?" to him.
Joe wasn't the least concerned. "Sorry we're late. We were detained."
"Yes," Bonnie purred, snuggling against him. "Something big kept getting in the way, and I had to take care of it."
Melissa's lips thinned. Bonnie was almost a decade younger and wildly attractive. She also did not belong in their group. Joe's nonchalance seemed to indicate otherwise.
Buffy, spotting her sister at the door, threw on a robe. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm the newest Police Babe," Bonnie boasted. "Isn't it great?"
"No way!" Buffy glared at Joe. "How dare you bring her here. Are you out of your nut?"
"We need some fresh talent," Joe mentioned, oblivious to her withering gaze. "With Robyn gone, we're short. Besides, I've personally trained her."
"You have?" Buffy and Melissa chorused in shock.
"He certainly has," Bonnie sassed, cuddling Joe. "You may as well know, I loved every second of it." To her older sister, she snipped, "Unfortunately, I don't have a Certificate of Completion to show you. You'll simply have to take my word."
Buffy's nostrils flared. "I won't have it! I refuse to let her into this group!"
"It's too late," Joe said. "She's a Babe."
Bonnie hung onto Joe, as though she'd laid territorial claim to him. He seemed captivated with her possessiveness.
The telephone interrupted Melissa's gloomy thoughts. Rather than allow herself to get depressed, she went to answer it.
Buffy picked up an ashtray and hurled it at the wall. It exploded in pieces. "God damn it!"
Bonnie released Joe's arm and wagged a finger at her. "Cut the shit out, sis, or I'll tell Mom everything. She won't think you're the better daughter anymore."
Buffy's outburst promptly dissipated. "It works for me."
"Melissa," Stacy's voice came over the receiver, "I won't be able to make it. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you."
"That's okay," Melissa sighed. "We just had a bit of a surprise dumped in our laps."
"We'll talk tomorrow."
Melissa replaced the receiver. She didn't feel comfortable about Bonnie's entrance into their fold. The younger girl had an ego worse than Buffy's.
Christ, she thought. Could she stand two of them?
Stacy lowered the instrument to its hook, then glanced at Wes. "I don't know if I can go through with this," she whispered. "I could be making a huge mistake."
Wes smiled while wrapping her with his arms. "It'll be fine. I can offer you a more fulfilling future."
Stacy clung to that belief. Her suitcases were fully packed and ready to go into the car. By morning, they would be hundreds of miles away.
"It's better this way," he added. "I've never liked saying good-byes. They're too emotionally draining."
She nodded. "I don't think I could look at them in the eye."
"I'm glad you decided to come with me, Stace. You won't be sorry."
"I hope not."
What's happening with the Police Babes? Is major chaos in store for them? Watch for the next installment soon!
