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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
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   "I'm sorry Officer!" I said into the glare of the flashlight, "I didn't
realize I was going so fast!"

   "License and registration, please" a female voice emanated from behind
the light.  That was good!

   I handed her the documents and put on my most charming attitude, "I
guess my mind was still on my date tonight!"

   "Is this your correct address, Sir?" she waved the license.

   "Yes ma'am!"

   She checked the picture against my flashlighted face, then noted
something off my license and compared it to my registration.

   "Sir," she said officiously, "you were exceeding the speed limit by
twenty-two miles per hour.  I have only two choices here."

   'Two?' I thought, 'That's better than one!' then, 'Twenty-two?  I
thought I was doing at least thirty over.  I'd better get that speedometer
checked!'

   I hit the high beams on the charm.  "And what might those two choices
be, Officer?"

   She still had her official voice on, "I can write you a ticket, and you
can take care of it with the courts, or..."

   "'Or' what, Officer?"

   "Or my partner and I can pay you a visit when we get off duty, and teach
you the dangers of excessive speed."

   As she spoke, she shone the flashlight briefly on the attractive blonde
who stood near the rear of my car, one hand on her sidearm.

   'Jackpot!' I thought, 'The old Grayson charm does it again!'

   "Well, Officer," I smiled, "as much as I would enjoy interacting with
our fine city's bureaucracy, I think a little private traffic school might
be more effective in preventing future infractions on my part!"

   "All right," the flashlight clicked off, "go home and wait for us. 
We'll be there in about two and a half hours.  God help you if you don't
answer the door."

   I was in a dressing gown and had the lights turned low and a bottle of
Champagne chilling in the bucket when the bell rang.

   Much to my delight, the two policewomen still wore their uniforms,
equipment belts and all.  They brushed past me as they entered my pad, each
kissing me lightly on the cheek, and fondling my privates through the robe.

   'This,' I thought, 'could turn out to be a marvelous evening.'

   "Can I get you ladies anything?" I asked, ever the gracious host, "I
have Champagne chilled, and the refrigerator is well stocked with hors
d'oeuvres."

   The dark-haired one, whose nameplate read 'Sanchez', said, "I'll take a
beer if you've got one."

   The blonde, who was slightly taller, but built more for speed than her
partner, said softly, "I'll take a glass of that Champagne."

   I got a bottle of Pilsner from the fridge and flipped the top off before
returning to the dimly lit living room.  I handed Sanchez her beer and
opened the Champagne, being sure not to let the cork pop.  I wasn't sure
how trigger-happy these two might be and didn't want to find out.

   I poured Gallagher, the blonde, a glass, then turned to pour one for
myself.

   I never got to the glass.  The bottle was taken from my hand and both
arms were deftly levered behind my back.  I felt handcuffs ratcheting
tightly onto my wrists.

   This wasn't quite how I had envisioned the evening proceeding, but hey,
I'm an adventurous guy, so I didn't put up a fuss, even when they pulled my
robe down my arms and wrapped the whole thing around my bound hands.  This
left me in essentially the state of undress I had anticipated, after all,
although I had no use of my hands.

   I did start to worry a bit when Gallagher asked her partner, "Do you
think we should lube it first?"

   "Lube what first?!" I asked, trying to see over my shoulder.

   "Never you mind!" Sanchez said as she shoved my face into the mirror
over the sideboard.

   OK, this was definitely NOT the scenario I had in mind, but there was
little to be done about it now!

   "Yeah, lube it." Sanchez told her partner, "We don't need him going to
the doctor and having to answer a lot of questions."

   Sanchez put her head next to mine and whispered, exuding coffee and
spearmint, "My partner's going to fuck your cute little ass with her baton.
You stay there and take it like a good boy, and maybe we'll let you get off
once or twice before we go.  You give us any grief, and you'll wish you
were a eunuch, got me?"

   She grabbed my balls and squeezed, just hard enough to emphasize her
point, and I nodded vigorously.

   Sanchez stepped sideways, but kept the pressure on my back.  Gallagher
moved up behind me and said, "This is a genuine Monadnock PR24 police
baton, my boy, and before I'm done, the side handle on this little beauty
is gonna be keeping your balls company.  If I were you, I'd just relax and
let it happen, 'cause it's going to no matter what you try to do!"

   "Oh, by the way," she whispered, her breath tickling my ear, "you know
what the '24' stands for, don't you?"

   When I shook my head, she breathed, "Inches.  Twenty-four inches."

   While she lubed my cringing rectum with something cold, I prayed that
the 24 inches was the overall length.  I wasn't even sure I could take the
eighteen inches or so that would extend beyond the side handle even then,
but I KNEW I'd never be able to take twenty four without rupturing
something important.

   As the cold, blunt end of the stick nudged my anus, I looked down and
was astonished to see my own 'baton' standing at attention!

   I didn't have much time to reflect on the 'why's and 'wherefore's of my
erection as Gallagher started vigorously jamming the lubricated rod up my
hershey tunnel.

   Do you realize how thick a Monadnock PR24 IS?  They don't LOOK all that
thick, because they're so damn LONG, but let me tell you, that was no
pencil that blonde haired cop shoved up my butt!

   I weathered the initial entry without too much pain by pushing out as
she pushed in, but I wasn't prepared for her to keep going right through my
colon.  THAT HURT!  It felt a little like my last colonoscopy, but the
Monadnock was MUCH bigger, and not nearly as flexible!

   I wailed like a banshee as she drove that pole further and further into
my bowels.  I could feel my guts shifting around to let the impaled
segments straighten out.  Gallagher would shove until she met too much
resistance, then she'd back off a few inches and shove again.

   OH GOD!  I felt like I was sitting on a telephone pole!  Suddenly, I
could empathize with the recipients of the ancient punishment called
impalement - hoisted aloft on a grape-stake driven lengthways through their
torsos (starting - guess where?)!

   I screamed like a little girl.  Some detached part of me knew what I
sounded like, but the part of me in the here and now didn't care.  That
damned club kept going, and, true to her word, I soon felt the side handle
parting my scrotum as it pressed between my balls.

   'Oh, thank God!' I thought, 'That's as far as it can go!'

   Boy, was I wrong!  Gallagher withdrew the club a few inches and rotated
it 180 degrees.  "Let's see if you can take it all!" She rasped.

   Oh, Damn!  More gut-shifting, hard pushing, twisting, screaming on my
part, and even some grunting from the club wielder, and I felt the base of
the side handle jammed against the top of my butthole.

   Panting, Gallagher leaned over my back again.  "Look down!" she
whispered harshly.

   I did, and was confronted with a mystery for the ages.  My cock was
harder than it had been in years!  I used to get hard-ons like that all the
time as teen, before I learned how to charm the pants off almost any woman.

   I don't know when she left but I realized Sanchez was no longer at my
back.  I looked in the mirror and saw her laying on my sofa with her
trousers down and both hands between her legs.

   Gallagher, too, was struggling to get her equipment belt and pants down.

   "I'm going to fuck you now, boy!" she breathed.

   The blonde police officer pulled my hips back and bent me over the
sideboard until my face rested between the glasses and bottles.  She stood
on tiptoe and straddled the handle of the baton, nestling the upthrust side
handle between her dripping labia.  With little effort, she engulfed the
side handle within her yellow haired pussy.  Our heights were different
enough that when she stood flat-footed, there was slight downward pressure
on the handle of the nightstick.

   Tentatively, at first, then with greater confidence and passion, she
pumped her hips toward mine, then away.  I could only imagine the
sensations the cudgel caused her clit and G-spot.  I know the smooth
sliding of the weapon across my prostate and well up into my large
intestine was having a direct effect on my traitorous cock.

   Cock hell!  Soon my whole body was pushing back to meet my rapists
thrusts!  I couldn't believe my flesh would betray me this way!

   In and out, faster and faster, the blonde ravaged my colon.  It hurt -
God did it hurt!  But my unfaithful body started liking it!  Every time
that pole slid across my prostate or stirred up my guts, my dick gave
another lurch, and dripped clear fluid onto my carpet.

   I soon lost track of my exploration into 'why', and became absorbed with
'what' as the invading monster stirred up feelings within me that I didn't
even know I was capable of having.  The mere idea of a beautiful blonde
policewoman, still wearing her uniform blouse, badge and all, plowing my
helpless ass - with her BATON no less - had me on the verge of orgasm in
less time than it took to write this sentence.

   My captor, however, had other ideas.  She grabbed my balls and squeezed;
HARD!  "Don't even THINK about cumming yet, pussy boy!"

   She released some of the pressure but maintained her grip as the speed
of her strokes increased.  Her pelvis flattened my buttocks on every
thrust. I watched her face in the mirror, as best I could from my position.
The fierceness of her passion transformed the refined young lady I had
admitted to my apartment into a raging beast.  Lost in the sensations the
knobby handle evoked from her pussy, she jackhammered my ass, driving
toward her own climax.

   "Yeah!" she shouted, accompanied by her partner's moans, "Take my cock,
you pussy!  Open your ass and take your fucking like a man!"

   Now my mouth joined in my body's betrayal, "Fuck me, Officer Gallagher!
Fuck your big cock right through me!  Fuck me harder!"

   Neither of us could believe I had surrendered so completely. 
Gallagher's eyes flew open and a feral grin spread across her face.  Her
hips slammed my pelvis against the edge of the sideboard, and I thought my
neck would break from the awkward angle as my head bent against the
mirrored wall.  Three, four, five times she blasted into me, then stood
rigid, her pubic hair glued to my ass, as she quivered and shrieked through
her orgasm.  My dick, bent sideways against the front of the cabinet,
spewed it's treacherous release all over the cabinet and carpet.  My knees
gave out, and I hung from the sideboard and Officer Gallagher's Monadnock
PR24 as my rectum squeezed it's barrel and my glands emptied my body of
fluids.

   We lay there panting like dogs after a chase, until she croaked into my
ear, "You LIKED that, huh, pussy boy!"

   "No, Officer," (pant, pant), "not me!  But I guess my body must have!"

   Gallagher chuckled as she lifted herself off my back, and without
ceremony, pulled the full length of the baton from my quivering colon,
triggering a last little spurt from my deflating member.

   "How 'bout it, partner" she asked the brunette, who seemed to be coming
down from her own pleasure peak, "want a crack at this sweet boy's ass?"

   "Yeah," Sanchez answered, "but I'm not using no Baton.  Those damn
things are too expensive to be getting shit all over them!"

   Gallagher laughed, "Hey, it washes off!"

   "Yeah, maybe," the dark haired cop answered, "but the smell doesn't and
we have to ride around together in that damn cruiser with the windows up so
the wind don't mess up your hair!  Nah, I've got something in the car, just
be a sec!"

   She struggled back into her trousers, leaving the equipment belt on the
coffee table.

   "Well, then, boy," Gallagher said, removing her shoes and uniform pants,
"you and I can get to know each other better 'til she gets back!"

   She sat in one of my overstuffed chairs and threw her bare legs over the
armrests.  Pointing to the gaping swamp of her pussy, she ordered, "Get
over here and put your tongue to work!"

   I got awkwardly to my knees in front of her chair, and bent to do her
bidding.  Now I was more in my element.  I've been a pussy hound for years,
and have always loved cunnilingus, perhaps more for the way it lets me
manipulate the recipient than anything else, but I did love it, and I set
to work with gusto.

   I lapped gently at the creases between labia and clit, testing her
sensitivity.  Getting only a tentative response, I tongued her clitoris
directly.  This got a bit more reaction, but still not what I was looking
for.  I delved into her gaping tunnel, scooping out some of the feminine
fluids I found there, and got a bit of a moan.  Taking the bud of her clit
between my lips, I sucked, licked, and rolled it around my lips.

   "Oh yeah, baby!" Gallagher cooed, "I see you've done this before!  Eat
me good, pussy boy!"

   I heard the front door open and close as I took the blonde's erect
nubbin between my teeth and nibbled at it with short, sharp bites.

   "Aaahhh!  You got it boy!  Harder!  Yeah!  Like that!  OOOHHH!"

   She started humping my face as I felt her partner's presence behind me,
and something large and round pressed against my still gaping anus.

   Sanchez was, if anything, rougher than her partner.  Whatever she was
pushing into me was really wide and she wasted no time in plunging it to
the hilt in my abused rectum.  It didn't go in quite as far as the baton,
but damn it was thick!  I thought the Monadnock had stretched me but this
thing felt like a fist plowing up my chute, except it was the same width
all the way!

   Sanchez leaned over my back, and I could feel the bare pillows of her
breasts on my shoulder blades, her hard nipples digging deliciously into my
flesh.

   "Here's a REAL cock for you, pussy boy!" she breathed, "I'm gonna be
busy here for a while, so you better get back to work there!"

   Not leaving my response to chance, Gallagher took a couple of handfuls
of my hair and stuffed my face back into her sodden gash.

   "Eat me good, boy!" she said "My partner and I survived a hell of a
firefight today, and we need to let off a little steam!"

   Sanchez was stroking long, slow, and deep, and my traitorous body was
enjoying the hell out of it.  I grabbed Gallagher's clit with my teeth and
shook it like a dog with a toy.  She wailed like a banshee and came,
pouring fluid all over the seat of my chair.  No matter, it was good
leather and would clean right up.

   I raised my head and told the blonde, "I could do even better with my
hands free."

   She and Sanchez exchanged looks, and the next thing I knew, the robe was
being unwound from my arms and I felt the cuffs click loose.

   "Don't get any ideas, pussy boy," Sanchez growled, "This dildo's not the
only weapon I've got back here!"

   "Wouldn't dream of it, Officer Sanchez!" I was serious.  Besides the
fact that I believed her, my mind had by then joined my body in cooperating
with my ravishment.

   I tugged at Gallagher's thighs and got her to slide lower on the chair,
tilting her pelvis skyward.  The middle finger of my left hand slithered
deep into her tunnel as I resumed my oral ministrations.  Pulling that
finger out, I replaced it with two fingers from my right hand, and plunged
the previous one palm deep into her ass.

   "Watch it there, boy!" she warned, but didn't try to pull away.

   I turned my right hand palm up and sought the little textured patch of
flesh that marked her G-spot.  Instead of fucking her with the finger in
her ass, I sent it exploring, seeking out those secret little places inside
her rectum that would start her quivering and her sphincter nibbling at my
finger.

   I was concentrating on working my magic on Gallagher, but I couldn't
exactly ignore the enormous cudgel that Sanchez kept stroking into my guts,
nor the soft flesh of her tits on my back.  My cock was hard and dripping,
and when she reached around and tweaked my nipples, it slapped me in the
belly.  Damn!  These women were making me crazy!

   Gallagher was off in never-never land, cumming almost continuously as I
chewed on her clit and manipulated her pussy and rectum.  She would start
off moaning gutturally, then her voice would rise to a shriek as she almost
pulled out handfuls of my hair.

   Finally, the blonde had had enough, and with a final shrill exclamation,
she passed out.

   Since it did no good to keep licking her, I was finally able to
concentrate fully on my fucking, and a hell of a fucking it was!  Sanchez
was on her feet now, knees bent, levering her pelvis hard and fast against
my buttocks as her enormous cock bumped across my prostate and charged
through my colon, pushing everything else out of the way.

   The dark haired cop grabbed my hipbones and pulled me back against her
slam-fucking pelvis.  Wham!  Wham!  Wham!  Suddenly she froze, fully
embedded in my ass, and ground her pelvis against my buttocks.  The
embedded end of the rod circled within my guts, shoving things out of the
way and rolling across my prostate.

   I couldn't help it.  I didn't come, I geysered!  My rapist quivered at
my ass, strangely silent in her ecstasy, her hips vibrating like a taut
rubber band.  I made up for her lack of sound by bellowing like a charging
bull as my vision narrowed to a pinpoint, then blinked out altogether.

   When I came to, the two police officers were in the final stages of
getting dressed.  I struggled to my feet and found my robe.

   "So, Mr.  Grayson," Sanchez asked officiously "will we ever have to stop
you for speeding again?"

   "That depends, Officer." I answered.

   "On what?" This from Gallagher.

   "On whether you think I need more 'traffic school', or not!"

   "Oh, you will, pussy boy!" Sanchez laughed, "But you don't have to speed
to get it - we know where you live!"

   I still date other women, and I still charm the pants off of them, but
every once in a while, Officers Sanchez and Gallagher show up to give me
another driving lesson.  If I'm with someone else, she leaves - unless she
wants to attend traffic school too!