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Cops (MF, Mdog/M, oral, anal, toys, caution) (C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes
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   ________ I had just wheezed my way to the top of the hill, and was
pedaling easily toward the traffic light, trying to catch my breath. 
Looking ahead, I noticed the black-and-white sitting there as the light
changed from green to yellow to red.

   Wondering what infraction I might have committed, I pulled up alongside
and snapped my right foot out of the pedal to prop myself on the curb.

   Peering across the front seat of the cruiser, an attractive black female
police officer grinned broadly at me and said, "You sure you don't need
help gettin' up those hills?"

   Relieved that I wasn't in trouble, I answered, "Hey, I'm not proud!  If
you're offering a tow up the next one, I'll take it!"

   She laughed, the light changed, and she was gone.  I continued my ride,
thinking little more of the incident, but carrying with me a pleasant glow
from the exchange.

   A couple of days later, at a public event monitored by the local police,
I noticed the same officer, paired with a male officer, patrolling the
grounds.

   Approaching them (from the front, hands in plain view!  I'm not taking
chances with people who carry guns for a living!  ) I asked, "Aren't you
the one who was giving me a hard time about getting up the hills on my
bike?"

   She looked a little confused, and I realized she probably didn't
recognize me without the helmet and sunglasses, etc.  When I named the
intersection and the day, however, the light dawned and she grinned
broadly.

   "Naw, man!  I was givin' you props!" she laughed "I thought you was
doin' good!"

   We swapped a couple more smart-ass remarks and parted ways, both
grinning.  Her partner looked a little non-plussed, and she explained as
they walked away.

   About half an hour later, I was sitting at a table near one of the food
vendors, enjoying a snack, when a voice from behind me asked, "Do you ride
a lot?"

   I turned to find the smiling face of my new friend.

   "As often as life allows," I replied, pulling out a vacant chair for
her, "but not as often as I'd like!"

   She sat, automatically arranging the equipment hanging from her belt to
clear the chair.

   "Please tell me you're on a break or something," I said, "and don't have
to rush off right away."

   "Actually, I'm off duty." she smiled, waving her hand to indicate the
crowd around us, "I came in for a half-day on my day off because they were
short-handed and needed extra people to cover this."

   Over her half-hearted objection, I bought her something to eat, and we
spent almost an hour getting acquainted.  By the end of that time, she had
dropped a few hints about being available, and had even told me what days
she had off, so I picked up the ball and ran with it.

   "How about dinner Friday night?" I asked.

   "You don't mind going out with a cop?" she asked lightly, but the
tension around her eyes seemed to indicate that there was more than levity
behind the question.

   I shrugged, "Not if you don't mind going out with an aging cyclist who
has trouble hauling his ass up the hills around here."

   She laughed and looked at me sideways, "Shall I bring my uniform, in
case we decide to do more than have dinner?  I know a lot of guys have
fantasies about makin' it with a cop."

   Again, the question seemed not as innocent as it sounded.

   I studied her for a moment before replying.  I got the feeling there
were hidden depths to Officer Wilson.

   "I'll admit to having entertained such fantasies myself, from time to
time." I replied, "but I think I'd like to get to know the person inside
the uniform before I start having sex with the uniform, if that's okay with
you."

   Her smile told me I had passed whatever test she was giving me and she
stood, saying, "See you Friday night!  About Seven?"

   "Uh, Officer Wilson?" I interjected, deadpan, "There's just a couple of
things I need to know before I can take you out."

   Her face became a mask as she replied, "Yes?"

   "Well, first," I said, trying to keep from smiling, "I'd kinda like to
know your first name.  Then I'll need to know where to pick you up, and
finally, it would be nice to have your phone number, just in case."

   The grin broke brightly across her mahogany features as she replied, a
little embarrassed, "Melinda!  It's Melinda."

   She wrote her address and phone number on a page torn from a small
notebook she carried and took down my information in the same book.

   At seven sharp on Friday evening, I knocked at the door to her
apartment. Cops don't make a lot of money, but she had taken care to find a
place in a fairly nice, middle-class neighborhood.

   I was a little nervous, this being my first real date since my wife died
several years ago.  My palms were sweaty on the bottle of wine I carried.
Fortunately, it was a nice, mellow, Merlot, and didn't mind not being
chilled.

   When the door opened, I almost asked if Melinda was home before I
realized that the vision before me was indeed Officer Wilson.  (Think Jada
Pinkett Smith with relaxed, shoulder-length hair plus about three inches in
height!)

   "Wow!" was all that would come out.

   Her deep blue one piece silk gown highlighted Melinda's fit, slender
form by clinging lovingly to every curve, covering everything, but hiding
nothing!

   "You look fantastic in civvies, Officer Wilson!" I gushed.

   Her smile told me she had hoped for such a reaction.  "You clean up
pretty nice yourself, Ted!"

   We hadn't agreed on a place for dinner ahead of time, so I took the
liberty of making reservations at my favorite restaurant in Napa, and had
decided on a sport coat and golf shirt.  In California in the summer,
that's about as close to formal wear as you get outside Hollywood or
Sacramento.

   "Come in for a few minutes while I finish getting ready!" she pecked me
on the cheek and took the wine from me, "Oooh, Merlot!  My favorite!"

   "We should get going pretty soon," I cautioned as I stepped inside,
"we've got a little drive ahead of us, and I had to cut it pretty fine on
the time to get reservations tonight on such short notice."

   Melinda smiled up at me as she screwed the backing onto the post of an
expensive-looking diamond and sapphire earring.  The combination perfectly
highlighted the blue of the dress.  "Want to take the cruiser?  We won't
have to worry about traffic!"

   Trying not to sound judgmental, I replied, "Nah.  I'd just as soon take
my chances with the traffic.  I'm sure a lot of guys would appreciate that,
but I don't happen to think that the fact that I'm dating a cop entitles me
to any special treatment."

   She looked at me strangely, then smiled.  "I'll be ready in just a
minute."

   "Here," I offered, holding out my hand for the backing to the other
earring, "let me help.  I got pretty good at this with my wife."

   "You're MARRIED!?" Melinda gasped.

   "Was." I replied, placatingly, "She died while the kids were in High
School."

   "Oh." she looked abashed, "Sorry."

   "No harm, no foul." I screwed the backing on the other earring.  My wife
had told me once that only expensive earrings came with screw-on backings.
Earrings were too easy to lose, I guess, with just the push-on type
backing, but screw-ons are a pain in the ass to get on and off.

   Dinner was excellent, but I hardly noticed.  Melinda was charming,
witty, and delightful.  She was clearly well read and delighted in
discussing almost any topic.  We got into a couple of heated, if
good-natured debates over - what else - politics and religion.  She told
anecdotes about her adventures on the police force, putting a humorous
twist on each.  She was in turns elegant and charming, then earthy and
coarse, fitting her style to the story to enhance its entertainment value.

   I refrained from drinking, since I don't trust my reflexes at freeway
speeds with even a little alcohol in my system, especially when I'm
driving. Melinda had only a glass or two of wine but by the end of the meal
we were both feeling pretty mellow.

   Her head rested on my shoulder most of the way home.  Much of that time
we were silent, content to just share each other's company.

   At one point, Melinda looked up at me and murmured, "You're a
comfortable guy, Ted.  This is the first date I've ever had that I felt I
could relax and just be myself."

   I smiled and replied, "I'm going to assume you meant that as a
compliment!  Seriously, I've enjoyed this evening immensely, and your
company most of all."

   "I DID mean it as a compliment!" she said, punching me playfully on the
arm, "Most guys want something from me.  Almost all want sex, and I can
live with that.  Others want something from me as a cop.  Still others are
just nervous being out with me, knowing I'm a cop.  You don't ignore the
fact that I'm a cop, but you don't seem nervous about it.  You've made it
pretty clear that you don't want any special privileges for dating a cop,
and though I can see in your eyes that you appreciate my body, you don't
make me feel like you're going to pounce on me the first chance you get."

   I shrugged, the whole conversation seeming a little strange to me.

   "I can't speak for anyone else, Melinda." my mind was struggling with
how best to express what I wanted to say, "I find you attractive as a
person, not because you wear a police uniform, but because you have a sense
of humor, and near as I can tell, a good heart.  All the other stuff is
window dressing.  I'm not so old or so blind that I can't see that you're
physically attractive, and I'd feel privileged to have sex with you, but
that's not the purpose of this evening.  I just want to get to know you and
see where we go from there.  If that makes me 'comfortable', I can live
with it."

   "Yeah, that does make you comfortable for me," she said snuggling her
head on my shoulder, "and I can live with it, too.  In fact, I think I
could get to like it, a lot!"

   We drove on in silence, soft jazz playing from the CD - Keiko Matsui, I
think.  When we reached her apartment, Melinda invited me in.  I made
myself comfortable on her sofa as she turned on some R&B and opened the
bottle of wine that I had brought.

   When Melinda offered me a glass of wine, I held up my hand to refuse,
explaining, "Better not, I still have to drive home."

   She held the glass out again and said in a low, sexy voice, "No you
don't..."

   Okay, I can take a hint.  I took the glass and savored a sip of the
merlot as Melinda's silk-encased body slid into place next to me.  Toni
Braxton poured her heart out over the sound system as Melinda molded her
body to mine.  Her lips were soft and pliable, but not shy about demanding
access to mine.  Our tongues met in a Merlot flavored dance and I felt her
body soften as the pace of her breathing increased.

   Wine glasses forgotten on the table beside the couch, we melted
together. The silken sheath slipped easily over Melinda's upraised arms,
leaving her, as I had suspected all evening, completely bare underneath. 
God, no wonder she was aroused!  Moving around all evening with that soft,
smooth silk slipping and sliding over her bare skin...!  I kissed lightly
down her jawline and neck.  Her indrawn breath, when I reached the hollow
of her throat, told me that was a spot that deserved more attention, so I
dug my tongue into it, causing her neck to arch and give me full access. 
When I sucked in a small fold of tender brown flesh and bit it lightly, I
was rewarded with a low moan.

   This was a fun exercise, but I sensed it was time to move on.  My
wine-moistened lips worked their way along the valley just above her
collarbone before heading south to nip and suck at the outer edge of her
perfectly formed, mid-sized breast.  Melinda was offering all sorts of
soft, vocal encouragement, and, to my delight, not distracting me by trying
to please me at the same time.  It was her turn, and I wanted to
concentrate on giving her as much pleasure as possible.

   My left hand covered her right breast and gently, rhythmically, squeezed
the nipple in the V between my two middle fingers as my oral manipulations
worked their way around the periphery of the other orb.  Gradually I closed
in on the rigid, almost black center.  This close, I could see the tip of
that delightful nubbin dancing slightly with each beat of her heart.

   Working on instinct, but paying attention to her body's reactions, I
made oral love to those lovely brown globes.  As soon as I sucked a nipple
between my lips, it stood at attention and begged to be nipped with my
teeth.  Starting with light, then increasingly harder bites, I found
Melinda's threshold and tried to stay just on the pleasure side of it,
threatening, but never quite crossing over into that region where pain is
more the focus than pleasure.

   "Oh, shit, Ted!" Melinda cried, "You know just what turns me on the
most! Oh yeah baby!  Just like that!"

   I smiled.  I wasn't really a mind-reader, but after years of pleasing my
wife, I had become a pretty good body-reader.

   After several minutes, my treatment of her nipples began to lose its
novelty, and I moved south, nibbling and tonguing the hard contours of
Melinda's muscular belly.  Each little touch brought a new quiver from the
tightly bunched abdominal muscles, and when I dove into the crease between
belly and thigh, I thought she was having cramps, so violent was her
reaction to the gentle invasion.

   I lapped quickly from black crinkled ass to pink, pulsing clit when I
finally reached her slit, and was rewarded at both ends of the journey with
vigorous hip-thrusts.  Acting on these clues, I spent a few moments delving
into the grasping ring of Melinda's spasming anus, wringing three mighty
orgasms from her in the process, then I moved in for the kill.

   Plunging two fingers into her tight, dripping, cavern, I swooped down on
Melinda's erect little clitoris, sucking it like a tiny penis.  As the
balls of my fingers found her G-spot, Officer Wilson's hips began slamming
violently into my face.  Quickly finding her rhythm, I strove to keep the
pressure constant on both super-sensitive clit and grasping, squeezing
pussy.  Harder and harder my captive cop strove to drive herself over the
precipice, while I held her constantly on edge.

   Finally, she could take it no more!

   "God damn you Ted!" Melind wailed, "You let me cum, or so help me God,
I'll run you in for cruel and unusual punishment, sexual abuse, and
anything else I can think of!"

   I raised my head, drawing yet another frustrated cry, and said softly,
"All in good time, dear!"

   "Arrrrgggh!" Melinda screeched, as I went back to teasing her, "Remember
what I said in the car?  Well you're NOT making me very comfortable at the
moment, you bastard!"

   Finally, my neck could take no more of the bobbing up and down, and
Melinda had reached a fever pitch in her frustration.  I began rubbing
vigorously at her G-spot while nibbling on the tender nubbin of her clit.
At the same time, I plunged the middle finger of my other hand deep into
the spasming ring of Officer Wilson's anus.

   Melinda lost it!  Her muscular thighs squeezed my head so hard I thought
it would pop!  Her high-pitched squeal was so loud, I hoped the walls were
well insulated or the neighbors would be reporting somebody had murdered
the cop next door!  Fluids sprayed from Officer Wilson's flexing pussy as
my fingers grew numb inside the constricting tube of her vagina!

   The dark bow of Melinda's body arched rigidly as I strained to keep my
neck from being broken, then suddenly, she collapsed bonelessly to the
sofa, gasping and moaning.  Aftershocks struck hard as I slid my lifeless
fingers from the twitching confines of her gushing cavern!

   I said nothing, but let Melinda relax in the aftermath of what was
clearly a draining experience.

   When she got her breath back, Melinda turned on her side and murmured,
"Okay, I take it back.  I think I'm about as comfortable now as I've ever
been in my LIFE!"

   I just smiled, idly caressing her smooth flank.  It was at that point
that I noticed I was still fully clothed.  I smiled again and reached for
the neglected wine glasses, handing one to Melinda as I sipped from the
other.

   Finally coming back to life, Melinda fit her naked form under my arm and
we sipped wine in silence for a few moments.

   Melinda handed me her empty glass and said, "That's going to be a tough
act to follow, Ted, but I'll give it the old college try!"

   So saying, she began removing my clothing, using lips, tongue and teeth
on every area of my flesh as it became exposed.  Needless to say, I was not
long in coming to attention!  It's not every day I get a beautiful cop
trying to eat me up while taking my clothes off!

   Taking a page from my book, Melinda pushed my legs back to my chest and
started tonguing my anus, working gently but insistently to relax the
opening, while softly stroking my rigid shaft.  My wife had never
recognized the erotic qualities of the male anus, and had never spent much
time on mine, so I was in seventh heaven as the beautiful policeperson
between my legs made love to that forbidden opening.

   When she felt I was sufficiently relaxed, Melinda slipped first one,
then two fingers deep into me.  Moving her head upward, Melinda took both
of my balls into her mouth, rolling them around on her tongue, and letting
me feel just enough of her teeth to recognize the level of trust I was
putting in her!  It wasn't so much the sensation of having my gonads in her
mouth that pumped me up so, but the realization that I was completely at
her mercy!  I looked down, and Melinda gave me a feral grin to let me know
that she knew the situation as well as I.

   Mercifully, having gotten the message across, she moved on, nibbling
lightly up the underside of my superhard, twitching shaft.  Keeping me on
edge, she nibbled around the sensitive rim of my glans before plunging, in
one swoop, halfway down my cock.  Melinda struggled a bit with her gag
reflex, as my bloated cockhead rested at the entrance to her throat.  When
she had it under control, the lovely cop looked me in the eyes and sank
smoothly down the rest of my length.  With her nose buried in my pubic
hair, Melinda closed her eyes, and moaning around my rod, twisted her head
deliciously from side to side!

   I was in rapture!  The sensations on my cock, the very idea of this
lovely woman impaling her throat fully on my turgid shaft, and the sight of
the long, thick pole of my private flesh buried between her tender lips had
me at the edge of the precipice in no time!

   Intent on exacting revenge for my having frustrated her for so long,
Melinda brought me to that precipice time and again, and each time, backed
off, leaving me to cool my jets before she started up again.

   "Police brutality!" I finally hollered, "Abuse of Authority!  Oh damn!
Let me cum woman!"

   Wriggling the fingers she had buried in my butt, Melinda released my
cock with a wet pop, and grinned mischievously.  "To quote a friend of mine
'All in good time, dear!'"

   For almost half an hour, the wicked witch built me up repeatedly, only
to let me down at the last second.

   "I'm an old man, for chrissake!" I moaned, "Are you trying to give me a
stroke?"

   "Oh, okay, I guess I'll take pity on you, gramps!" Melinda replied.

   Suddenly, I felt a third finger added to the two already inside me, and
the nails of all three fingers began digging rhythmically into my prostate!
Simultaeously, the demonic police officer plunged all the way down my cock
and bit my shaft, right at the base!  It wasn't hard enough to hurt or do
damage, but the mental images it produced, along with the torture of my
poor prostate, triggered my detonation!  Shot after shot of viscuous fluid
pulsed out the end of my hose, washing about half my innards with it!  (At
least, that's how it felt!)

   In my entire life, I cannot recall an orgasm that lasted that long or
felt that good!  Melinda gulped it all down as if it were the sweetest
elixir imaginable, only adding to the strength of my discharge!

   When I finally calmed down, I panted, "Damn, woman!  I can't take too
many more of those!"

   Melinda grinned widely and moved up to snuggle beside me on the couch.
We did wind up actually having sex that evening, and it was okay, but
nothing special.  At first I put it down to experienced lovers not yet
familiar with each others likes and dislikes.  It didn't get better.  In
fact, for two more dates, the same thing occurred.  The oral sex was great
in both directions, but when it came to fucking, Melinda seemed to lose
interest.

   Finally, I had to get it out in the open.

   "Melinda," I began one night after a great dinner that she prepared, "I
enjoy your company immensely, and you seem to enjoy mine.  We blow each
other away with our mouths, but I can't seem to find the right buttons to
please you any other way.  What am I missing?  Am I really that boring as a
lover?"

   Melinda looked abashed, "No, Ted," she replied, "the problem isn't with
you.  Look, I've been living alone for a long time, and, well, I've had to
find other ways to satisfy my sexual urges.  I guess I've just gotten used
to a particular kind of sex."

   "Well, what kind?" I prodded, "Maybe I can help or participate.  Hell, I
might even like it.  I really like being with you, but this is bugging me."

   "I really like being with you, too, Ted," she replied, "but this is
something that, if it got out, would make life really hard for me.  I might
even have to leave the force, and I couldn't face that!"

   I thought for a while and said, "Okay.  Trust is something that needs to
be earned.  If you still want me around, I'll keep coming around until you
either tell me not to, or decide you trust me enough to share this with me.
Meanwhile, it might be best if we stick to oral sex, okay?"

   I kissed Melinda goodnight, and stooped to scratch her German Shepard,
Max, behind his ears, getting an appreciative groan for my efforts, before
slipping out to my car.

   Melinda and I continued seeing each other, going out two or three times
a week, and enjoying everything about each other, except sex.

   About six weeks later, Melinda and I were locked in a passionate kiss,
when she suddenly sat up straight, and said, "Okay, look.  The only way I
can share this with you is if you do it too.  You're a pretty open minded
guy, so I hope you can get into this, because I can't bring myself to trust
anyone with this secret, unless they share it.  Can you do that?"

   "Well, it's hard to say," I waffled, "not knowing what it is, but I AM
pretty open minded..."

   "Ted," Melinda said quietly, "I know this is hard for you.  You're
asking me to trust you with something that could ruin my life, so I'm going
to ask you to trust me on this.  If you can't do that, I can't share it
with you.  It's that important to me."

   I thought for only a moment.

   "Well, if you can't trust a cop," I said, "who CAN you trust?"

   Officer Wilson gave me that smile that lights up her entire face and
said, "Let's get you out of those clothes!"

   In no time, I was nude and bent over her coffee table.  I felt cold
steel on my left wrist and heard the handcuff click several times as she
ratcheted it shut.  This was the first time she had used any of her police
gear during our sex play, and in spite of myself, I felt my cock rising in
anticipation.

   Soon, both arms were cuffed to the legs on the other side of the coffee
table.

   "Well, Officer," I quipped, "I seem to be at your mercy!  What do you
intend to do with me?"

   Melinda leaned over my naked back and whispered sexily in my ear,
"That's just to make sure you don't change your mind!"

   Although I was in a bit more vulnerable position, the next few minutes
were similar to many blowjobs I'd had in the past from this lovely lady,
and I began to relax under Melinda's ministrations.  Her fingers worked
into my ass as her mouth worked over my cock and balls.  When I was taking
three of her fingers easily, Melinda suddenly backed off.  I felt something
hard, cold and slippery at my back door.

   As the dildo slipped easily into me, I said, "Surely this isn't what
you've been so secretive about...?"

   "No, baby," Melinda whispered, "this is just to get you ready for the
real thing.  Just be patient.  You'll know when the time comes."

   For the next five minutes or so, that long, fat dildo slid in and out
me, moving things around in my guts to make room for itself.  It felt a
little like my last sigmoidoscopy, but with a much thicker probe!

   I was moaning and groaning by the time she withdrew the dildo, as
Melinda continued her oral ministrations to my cock.  My emptiness was
short lived as the dildo was replaced by a butt plug.  She tried to be
gentle, but the wide part of that plug stretched me tight before slipping
past the restriction.  My butt screamed in agony as it relaxed around the
narrow neck of the plug.

   "Just try to relax, baby," Officer Wilson whispered, "We've got to do
this a few more times, 'til you can take it without too much trouble."

   Five, six, seven times, Melinda pulled that damn thing out, then shoved
it back in.  By the time she was satisfied, I was only feeling pain instead
of agony.

   "Okay, Ted." Officer Wilson warned, "It's time."

   I heard fingers snapping behind me, and had just time for a mental 'Oh
shit!' before Max settled on my back!  Melinda fumbled around between Max's
hind legs and my butt for a moment, and I felt a hot, slippery, pointy
shaft poking at my ass!

   No wonder she didn't want this getting out!  I had no more time for
speculation as Max drove himself home with a single mighty thrust. 
Adjusting the position of his hind feet, he began a swift, masterful
stroking.

   Damn!  That dog could FUCK!  His slender rod, barely felt on the initial
thrust, rapidly swelled to much larger than Melinda's dildo, and I just
hung on for dear life.  In spite of myself, my cock, still rock hard from
its earlier stimulation, now felt hard enough to break ice!

   "Here comes the knot, baby!" Melinda whispered, obviously aroused, in my
ear, "Just try to relax.  You're gonna love this!"

   Sure enough the enormous bulge of Max's knot slammed hard against my
ring, stretching it, but not quite gaining entry.  Steeling myself, I tried
to time it for his next thrust, and pushed out at the same time Max slammed
into me again.  It felt as though someone punched me hard with a large fist
- hard enough to slip in!

   My ass screamed in agony as the enormous lump of flesh strecthed it
beyond reason, then allowed it to snap back, trapping that monstrous cudgel
within the straining confines of my rectum!  The feeling of that enormous
lump bumping back and forth across my prostate while the pointed thickness
of the rest of Max's spear probed unexplored territory deep in my guts was
out of this world!

   Peripherally, I noticed Melinda was getting tremendously aroused.  She
had another dildo sluicing in and out of her pussy and her face was only
inches from my ass, watching that baseball sized lump slam through my
opening!

   As that wad of meat grew inside me, Officer Wilson scooted her
overheated mahogany form under the coffee table, and engulfed my cock,
looking up past my balls to watch her dog ravish my ass!  The almost
overwhelming physical experience was further enhanced by the sight of
Melinda's sopping gash swallowing that huge plastic cock, right before my
eyes!

   "Melinda!" I said sharply, to get her attention, "Take the cuffs off. 
You don't need them anymore!"

   She studied my face to see if it was a ruse, but I held her eyes with
mine to let her know I wasn't going anywhere.  The handcuffs clicked free,
and Officer Wilson resumed her position under me and the coffee table.  I
reached over the table and grabbed the base of her dildo, freeing her hands
to squeeze her tits and nipples.

   I pounded her pussy in counterpoint to Max's masterful ravishment of my
fundament.  He was fucking so rapidly that he was making two strokes into
me for every one that I made into his mistress.

   Again, Melinda's mouth engulfed my raging rod, multiplying the already
overwhelming sensation!  As Max's knobby scepter shuttled rapidly within
the tender membranes of my ass, my cock repeatedly breached the tight,
velvety flesh of the lovely cop's throat!  The flattened base of the
enormous dildo in my hand was slapping at the slimy mounds of her labia on
each thrust as it's rounded head battered her cervix.

   This was the most excited I had seen this lovely lady without my mouth
on her pussy, and truth to tell, I was pretty caught up in the sheer
novelty, not to mention the overwhelming sensations of the bizarre three
way!  Each time that knot bumped across my prostate, I felt a little pulse
of fluid being pumped up my shaft, and Melinda seemed to savor every slimy
drop!

   It was too much!  The multiple assault on my senses went straight to my
gonads and turned them inside out!  As the first blast scoured the inside
of my urethra and flooded Melinda's throat, I felt a sudden heat deep in my
guts!  Max had apparently had enough as well.  His superheated cum scorched
my guts, triggering a second, even stronger pulse from me!

   Officer Wilson's nose was buried in my scrotum and my cum must have
blasted straight into her stomach!  She probably didn't even notice.  Every
muscle in her abdomen was starkly outlined under the taut, dark brown skin
as she came around the dildo, spraying fluids from around the thick plastic
shaft with the strength of her spasm!

   Finally, my lifeless cock slipped from the warm, comforting confines of
Melinda's mouth to hang dripping, cold, and forlorn beneath the coffee
table.  Melinda collapsed, panting, to the floor and I watched the dildo
slip slowly from the grasp of her pulsating tunnel.  Max, meanwhile,
settled in for the long wait by lifting his leg over my back and turning
until we were ass-to-ass.  In the process, that humongous knot of his did a
slow roll across my prostate, sending another wave of fluid down the
overworked tubes of my barely functioning cock.  Officer Wilson got a
faceful of slime as the unexpected discharge reached the end of my cock
with nowhere else to go!

   Eventually, as Max and I waited for his knot to subside enough to
disengage, Melinda dragged herself from the floor and draped her warm,
sated body over my back.

   "Thank you for putting up with that, Ted." she whispered, "You probably
won't want to see me anymore, but thanks for being a good sport about it,
anyway."

   "I just have one question, Melinda." I said over my shoulder.

   "What's that?" she asked, defenses up.

   I strained to look at her face as I asked, "Have you ever considered
being the meat in a man-dog sandwich?"

   It took a moment for the meaning of what I was asking to sink in, then
that grin lit up her face again, and Melinda replied, "You sure you're not
a mind reader?!"