Keywords: M/F, F/F, oral, anal, gang
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Lust Patrol
  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Lust Patrol - (Patrol.txt) - Just when you thought it was safe to
fuck in the bedroom. The guys and gals of the patrol have special police
powers to straighten up your sex life. The tight asses are trembling in
their half dozen pair of protective underwear. M/F F/F oral, anal, gang



				Lust Patrol

				Chapter 1: Rear Guard
	Lanna let out a blood-curdling scream. The door splintered inward
and two men in black and silver stood in the opening. Ralph fell forward
onto his wife to cover her from the intruders.
	"Lust Patrol!" Dietrict announced, flashing his gold penis badge.
	"What do you want here?" Ralph blustered.
	"Frustration meter was off the scale sir. We're here to straighten
that out," Jammerson growled.
	"Please," Lanna began to sob, "We can work it out. Just leave us
alone."
	She knew why they were here. Her heart had skipped a beat when she
heard them bang into the door. She and Ralph had just argued.
	"We're only here to help," Dietrict said.
	"We'll make sure it gets worked out, m'am," Jammerson added.
	The Universal Sex Act formed the Lust Patrol and gave them
sweeping powers. They had no requirements before they could act. It was
their judgement. And couples (or groups) confronted by the patrol were
compelled under threat of sex camps or exposure to obey their commands.
	The world had agreed it was time. Restraint led to retained
aggression that burst out in quite dangerous ways. Everyone had to rid
themselves of those drives. It was law. No sexual impulse was to be
restrained.
	It was hard to convert parts of the puritan world. That was why
there was a sex patrol. They were created to enforce unrestrained sex,
for the public's own good.
	Today one patrol was at the Hiram's.
	"Got the lube, Jammerson?" Dietrict asked.
	"It's all right," Ralph protested to protect his wife, "I'm
enjoying myself- a lot!"
	"Get off her, Mr. Hiram," Jammerson said without emotion.
	"You'll both be better off just to let us do our job," Dietrict
warned. "You know the position, Mrs. Hiram."
	There was no arguing with the Patrol. Ralph saw their firm resolve
and slid out from between his wife's legs. Lanna hesitated. She was
clutching the sheet and didn't want to move out from behind its
shield.
	Dietrict reached out and grabbed a corner of the sheet. He jerked
and the sheet came out of her grasp and floated to the floor.
	"Don't stall, we've got other places to be," Dietrict said, "Just
get up on your knees."
	Ralph was struck with how disinterested the men seemed. They
didn't stare at his naked wife. She had been caught spread-legged by
the sudden exposure and neither of them looked at her crotch.
	Lanna finally rolled up into position grudgingly. She hadn't had
much hope of avoiding them, but she felt she at least had to try. Now
she knelt with her head on the pillow knowing what was coming.
	Ralph had suggested they try anal sex before she had talked him
out of it. She knew he wasn't really agreeing when he put it in her
pussy instead. When the men broke down the door, she knew why they were
in the couple's bedroom. She was about to try anal sex like Ralph
wanted. It was the law.
	"Lube, lube, lots of lube," Jammerson lectured the Hirams as he
rubbed oil into Lanna's anus before shoving a finger up her ass.
	"He's wilting, Jerry," Dietrict said to Jammerson, "Better get
her up."
	Jammerson used his other hand to pull Lanna up on her hands. 
Dietrict pointed by her head.
	"Put your cock in her mouth," Dietrict directed Ralph, "You have
to be good and hard for this."
	Jammerson pronounced Lanna ready before Ralph re-gained his hard-
on. The two patrolmen waited as Lanna sucked Ralph's cock back into life.
	"You can put your head down now," Dietrict said when Ralph's cock
was stiff again.
	"Reach back and pull your butt open," Jammerson added.
	Ralph took his position behind his wife. They both were blushing
furiously.
	"Just push and let her try to open up," Jammerson told him.
	"And you better try, because we'll have him force it if you can't
manage," Dietrict warned Lanna.
	Lanna was sobbing. She was better than this. She shouldn't have to
submit to something so- unnatural. And she didn't know how to open up.
	"Push down like you're squeezing one out," Dietrict instructed.
	Lanna sobbed harder. She couldn't, not with those men watching her.
They tired of waiting. Jammerson gave Ralph a push and her asshole felt
like it was tearing. There was a cock in her ass.
	"Now you can try to relax or it can hurt like that the whole time
he's fucking you," Dietrict said with disgust.
	It was the law. Dietrict had no patience with law-breakers. This
bitch should do everything she could to satisfy her man out of love. Now
it was also the law. Resisting their orders was strike three in his book.
She deserved everything she got.
	"Go easy until you feel her relax," Jammerson was instructing
Ralph, "Then you can ram it in and give it to her."
	"No, no, this is great, I'm really satisfied now," Ralph said.
	"Don't try to lie," Jammerson said, holding up the emoto-meter, 
"We've got machines to tell you when you're satisfied."
	"And we're not leaving util we see semen dripping from her
asshole," Dietrict added.
	Lanna kept sobbing. She couldn't relax with that thing stuffing her
rectum. It wasn't possible.
	"Just do it," Jammerson said finally, "Fuck her ass and it's her
fault if you hurt her. It isn't your fault she's criminally frigid."
	Ralph opened his mouth to protest and Dietrict cut him off with a
cold stare.
	"It looks like one of you is already on her way to a sex camp,"
Dietrict snarled, "You take your pleasure with her or it'll be two."
	"We'll send you a surrogate until she's cured," Jammerson tried
to soften Dietrict's dire sentence.
	Lanna howled as Ralph rammed his cock in her ass. She begged and
pleaded and screamed as he fucked her. A look passed between the
Patrolmen. Jammerson nodded slightly.
	Pressed tight against his wife's ass, buried deep in the hot clutch
of her bowels, Ralph changed. His hesitation was overcome. Lanna had a
tight ass. It felt good to fuck her in it. He had a right to be happy.
	He ignored her cries and pumped his cock into her butt. She was
supposed to satisfy him. She should want to, but even if she didn't, she
was supposed to. He fucked her ass with renewed vigor at that thought.
	The emoto-meter was humming when he slammed against her rear and
blew his load into her ass. He had really enjoyed that. He was off the 
hook.
	"Come along," Dietrict said after Ralph pulled his cock out of his
wife. "You need to get with the program."
	"But I'm naked!" Lanna howled.
	"Spoken like a true sex offender," Dietrict said, "You should have 
thought about that before you tried to be a prude."
	"You should have sought help," Jammerson said more kindly, "There
are programs to loosen up tight-asses. Now it's too late."

				Chapter 2:Down in the Valley
	Officer Evelyn had her gold vagina hanging from her pocket. Her
partner, officer Duke, was holding Bert Crumbum by the arms.
	"You'll eat pussy all day, everyday in a sex camp," Evelyn told
Bert. "You'll learn to lick ass and drink piss and like it. Or you'll 
stay there until your dick dries up and drops off."
	Sex camps weren't supposed to be punishment, but even solid, lusty
citizens feared them. There were experts that knew how to crawl around in
one's skull at the camps. The ones that returned from the camps were all
too often a bit blank. They became eager pleasers and were filled with
sexual joy, but their eyes never seemed to focus quite right again.
	"You think about that- but not too much. I want you to watch so you
get the hang of this," Evelyn said. "You're next."
	Evelyn crawled between Sissy Crumbum's thighs and licked her pussy
lightly from bottom to top. Sissy sighed and melted back into the bed.
Evelyn's tongue could tell Sissy liked to be teased. She ran her tongue
between labia majora and minora and made Sissy squirm.
	"See how happy you could make her?" Duke said to Bert, "She's going
nuts and the officer hasn't even started."
	"Licking pussy is queer," Bert blustered.
	"So is taking 12 inches up the ass, but that might be what the 
experts decide you need," Duke reminded Bert. "If I were you, I'd watch
and learn."
	Duke felt Bert shudder in his arms. He knew he had made his point.
	Evelyn pulled open the pretty pink gash and licked over Sissy's
spread pussy. She lapped at it, letting the tip of her tongue flick over
the shiny pearl of Sissy's clitoris. The iridescent pink head poked out,
eager to play.
	Evelyn made Sissy moan as she concentrated on her clit for a moment
and then pushed her tongue inside Sissy. Sissy's hips came off the bed as
the officer tongue-fucked her. Evelyn began to rub her crotch on either
side with her fingers.
	"Oh god, oh god, I can't take it! So good... Oh yes!" Sissy moaned
as Evelyn slid up to suck on her clit and slipped two fingers into her
twat.
	Sissy screamed through an orgasm and then bucked even harder on the
bed. Duke pushed Bert's head forward for a better look. Evelyn had her
fingers curled and looked like she was digging inside Sissy.
	Sissy's feet kicked wildly and Evelyn lowered her head to lick her
pussy some more. Sissy seemed like she was going to fly off the bed. She
was breathing like a horse and groaning as she flailed on the bed.
	"I think the officer has found her G-spot," Duke said.
	Sissy looked like she had run three miles when Evelyn finally
lifted her juice-soaked face fron Sissy's crotch and withdrew her
fingers. It was a blissful face rather than an exhausted one Sissy turned
on them.
	"Ready for Bert?" Duke asked her.
	She nodded contentedly and smiled. Duke pushed Bert forward. Evelyn
crooked her finger at him from where she lay by Sissy's thigh.
	"I'll talk you through it," Evelyn said, "Sissy will tell us if 
you're getting it right."
	Bert glared at Evelyn. She ignored the look and grabbed a handfull
of his hair. She yanked his head between Sissy's thighs and pushed his 
face into her crotch. His glower turned to despair as his mouth and nose
were surrounded by Sissy's wet pussy.
	Lick it," Evelyn demanded, shaking his head by the hair, "Stick
your tongue out- now!"
	Sissy moaned a satisfied moan. It sounded like years of frustration
were being released with a simple touch of Bert's tongue. Private
feelings about red-necked idiots aside, Evelyn was gratified to bring
about this scene.
	It wasn't about who owed who what, she reminded herself. Bert was
a selfish lover and Sissy had a right to pleasure. They would teach Bert
to satisfy Sissy or they'd send him away to learn while Sissy had a
replacement that would leave her well-fucked and well-licked.
	"Ordinarily you'll start out light and teasing, but she's hot and
ready," Evelyn lectured Bert, "Now stick your tongue in her as far as it
will go."
	Sissy moaned and brought her knees up higher. They had scared or
convinced Bert into cooperation. He listened to Evelyn and finally
brought Sissy to an acceptable orgasm.
	"Now you've been shown," Duke warned Bert as they left, "Any more
problems and we can send you straight to camp without delay. Remember
that when she asks you to eat pussy next time."

					Chapter 3: False Alarm

	Lanna Hiram was sitting her naked ass in jail. Dietrict and
Jammerson had just turned on their cells when the call came in. It was
on old-time telephone message being relayed to the pair.
	"You two fix frustration?" Mrs. Looseun screetched as they walked
in the house. "Then you tell him to stop trying to stick that thing in
my face."
	"Dammit! I want a blow-job, I ought to get a blow job," her husband
countered.
	"Quiet! Both of you!" Dietrict yelled. "Now- one at a time. You
first, m'am."
	"He wants to stick that thing down my throat all the time," she
ranted, "Suck my cock. Suck my cock. Suck my cock. He's like a broken
record. What if I don't want to suck his cock? Don't I have anything to 
say about it?"
	Dietrict had to hold up his hand to stop her rant. He turned to 
Mr. Looseun.
	"I like my cock sucked. Is that a crime?" he started in, "It's my
favorite thing. Why should I have to do without?"
	"You have sex with your wife, Mr. Looseun?" Jammerson asked.
	"Sure, just before you showed up," he said.
	"You have an orgasm?" Dietrict asked Mrs. Looseun.
	"Well, yes, but I wasn't excited by him shoving that thing in my
face!" she answered.
	"You want to press charges?" Jammerson asked.
	"Just make him stop putting that thing in my face," Mrs. Looseun
said.
	"He wasn't asking you, m'am," Dietrict said.
	Mrs. Looseun went silent. There was fear in her eyes.
	"What do you mean?" Mr. Looseun asked.
	"Clear 712-dot-32," Jammerson said, "Satisfied party refuses
reciprocation. She admits orgasm."
	"What is this!" Mrs. Looseun exploded, "Don't I have a right to
decide whether I want to suck cock or not?"
	"No m'am," Dietrict said. "You have a right to get what you want.
You don't have a right to decide what he wants."
	"What would happen to her?" Mr. Looseun asked.
	"Misdemeanor," Jammerson said, "Probably a week in oral stocks. 
Charges in bold print over her head. Anyone wants a blow job gets it from
her. Public humiliation. Tame stuff."
	Mr. Looseun smiled. Mrs. Looseun showed fear again. He seemed to
relish her reaction. He delayed his answer for a few minutes.
	"I don't think I want to press charges, but will you guys stay and
make sure she blows me?" he asked.
	"Not our job," said Dietrict.
	"She will," Jammerson said, "Trust me. If she doesn't, call us and
we'll arrange a little public time for her."

				Chapter 4: Barter

	It had been a quiet evening, as they say in the movies, too quiet.
The orgas-mometer had been binging steadily. It seemed like everyone was
getting some. 
	Officer Evelyn had to yank her pants up quickly when the alarm
went off. She nearly caught Jammerson's cock in the back of her pants
with the move.

	Evelyn and Duke had to step carefully over writhing bodies as they
walked into the room. Duke swung the emoto-meter around. It purred
happily over the couples fucking all over the floor.
	"Must be in back," Evelyn said.
	"Oh yeah, here we go," Duke said as the frustration index spiked
up as they walked toward the back.
	At the door Duke turned the knob quietly and they burst into the
room together. The man looked at them and rolled his eyes. The woman
stared at them through narrowed eyes. The pair split up.
	"What seems to be the problem, m'am?" Duke asked the woman.
	"Yeah, what's up?" Evelyn asked the man.
	"Who says there's problem and who called you?" the woman asked,
giving the man an accusing stare.
	"Well, you're not fucking and the frustration index is red zone,"
Duke told her, "Nobody has to call us. We know when you're being bad."
	She snapped around and stared at Duke. His gut instinct was
confirmed. She was a bitch.
	"You want her to join in and she won't?" Evelyn asked the man.
	"Not out there," he said, "I just want her to do my buddy so I
can do my buddy's wife."
	"You said it again," the woman screeched, "You don't want me, you
want her!"
	"Who wouldn't?" Evelyn broke in, "You're a felon and a candidate 
for the farm. Anything would be better than that."
	"It's just a swap. I thought you'd be excited about someone
fresh," he said pleadingly.
	"Motive doesn't matter, m'am," Duke told her, "If he wants it, you
have to give it to him. But you get to have what you want, too."
	"What if what I want is to not fuck his buddy?" she asked.
	"No episiotomy here," Duke was firm. "You can't use desires as a
veto."
	"I think you mean epistemology," said Evelyn. "But there's no 'I
don't want' in 'want', m'am."
	"You're the one that called me a felon, bitch," the woman said.
	"If you aren't fucking his buddy by the time we leave, you'll
be on your way to a sex camp," Evelyn shot back. "Bitch."
	"The officer is correct, m'am," Duke confirmed. "What is it going to
be?"
	"You two are nuts. What kind of lame get-up is this? Did he hire
you? I'm not screwing his buddy, I'm not screwing him any more either,"
she exploded in rage.
	"Sorry, sir, we're going to have to take her in," Duke said.
	"But what about my buddy- his wife?" the man sputtered.
	"You handle her by yourself?" Evelyn asked.
	Duke nodded.
	"Call 'em in," Evelyn said, unbuttoning her uniform tunic, "You 
have the right to a surrogate while the bitch is on the farm."
	"Then fuck him," the man said, eyeing the major yabos projecting
out from Evelyn's chest. "I'd rather fuck you than his wife."
	"You asshole!" the woman screamed.
	"Get out of the clothes, m'am, talk later," Duke said.
	The man was already boning Evelyn from the rear as Duke led the
naked handcuffed woman out of the room.

				Chapter 5: Watching

	Duke and Dietrict were swapping war stories when Evelyn wandered in.
She had an empty smile on her face and her tunic was mis-buttoned.
	"Surrogate arrive?" Duke asked her.
	She nodded. She was smiling too much.
	"His buddy got tired of waiting," Evelyn related. "They decided they
wanted to share a woman- and you know the law."
	She collapsed into a chair between the two men. Her butt hadn't 
warmed the seat before the alarm rang.
	"Where's Jammerson?" Dietrict asked, "It's our turn."
	"Coming, Dave," Jammerson's voice echoed in the restroom.
	There were chuckles all around as he emerged, pulling up his zipper.
He had been cumming all right.

	"I'll never understand it," Jammerson said as they rode to the
address. "It's all good. How can people say they'll do this and this, and
then be horrified of that?"
	"Of course you don't understand," Dietrict told him. "You're a
law-abiding citizen. You do it because it's right. You don't need a law.
The people we deal with are criminals. They don't care about anyone but 
themselves."
	There were three naked people in the room. The older gentleman
looked like he'd been attacked.
	"You want civil authorities too, sir?" Jammerson asked the man.
	He put his hand to the scratches on his face and shook his head.
	"It isn't anything. I like her to be fiery," he said.
	"Then what's the story?" Dietrict got straight to business.
	"This pervert wants me to fuck him!" the woman said pointing first
to the older man and then to the other.
	"I want to see if it will turn me on like I think it will," said
the old man.
	"This your husband?" Jammerson asked the woman.
	"Yes. Kirby Flinch. I'm Sally Flinch," she introduced them.
	"What about you?" Dietrict turned to the other man, "You want to
fuck her?"
	"Sure. She's not ugly or nothin'," he said.
	"You mind the old guy?" Dietrict asked.
	The other man looked at him like he didn't understand the question.
Dietrict smiled. He liked law-abiding citizens. He knew the situation now.
	"M'am, we should post a frigid sign in your yard right now."
Dietrict said, "We've got enough to take you in."
	"Look- I do what Kirby wants," Sally protested, "I don't mind at all
because he's good to me. Even that sick stuff with crotchless pantyhose.
Where does it say I've got to fuck this guy? I don't even know him."
	"Section 600," Jammerson quoted, "Desire in all its forms is
precious: therefore, artificial boundaries of pair bonds, familial
relations and other kinship, species barriers, and, to the extent bounded
by grievous bodily injury, bodily integrity, shall be no exception to the
laws concerning satisfaction of such desire. Shall I go on?"
	"You mean I've got to do ANYTHING he wants!?" Sally gasped.
	"Unless he wants you chopped up into bits, yes," Jammerson said.
	"And he has to do anything you want," Dietrict was careful to show
her the balance of the law.
	"Even fuck dogs, m'am," Jammerson went on. "He just has to enjoy
watching it."
	That drained all the color from Sally Flich's face.
	"It's better to learn to enjoy it," Dietrict said, "Or we have
experts that will make you."
	She evidentally knew about the camps. Her attitude changed.
	"I just didn't want Kirby in trouble," she alibied, "I didn't know
the law went outside the family. Who wouldn't want to screw a nice man
like this."
	Jammerson and Dietrict exchanged glances. It was too easy. They 
didn't believe her miraculous transformation. 
	"Really. Come on over here," she said to the man.
	She sat on the edge of the bed near Kirby and held her hands out to
the other man. Dietrict and Jammerson had decided to hang around for a 
while to make sure.
	"If it's legal, Kirby-poo, you know I want to satisfy you," she
said, reaching over to tickle her husband's penis.
	She watched the troopers out of the coner of her eye, but 
pretended he wasn't noticing them. She went down on the man and she was
the only one in the room not watching the progress of her mouth on his cock.
	"Now where do you want me?" she asked as the spit-shiny cock bobbed
in front of her face.
	The man looked to Kirby.
	"Roll on your side, dear," Kirby said, "Someday I might want you on
top to see you fuck him, but now I want him to fuck you. Be sure to put 
your leg in the air so I can see."
	"No, no, face me," he said as she rolled the wrong way. "I want to 
see your eyes while his cock is sliding in and out of you. I want to see
your lust."
	Kirby was beginning to pant. There was no mistaking his real desire.
	The troopers watched until the man was well placed and pumping and
then turned to go.
	"You only get one warning," Dietrict said in parting. "Obey the law
or next time you'll be in a sex camp."

					Chapter 6: Pile of Pussy

	Duke sometimes wished Evelyn wanted him. He couldn't work up the
desire for her himself. She was a hot babe, but that was a cool
assessment. Something about working with her took away the edge.
	Of course, Trudy, his partner, had something to do with that. Her
desires were his desires and he was afraid she sometimes compromised his
job. He wondered if he'd been able to fill in like Evelyn did on the last 
call if he had to. Trudy left his dick pretty sore from their constant
fucking.
	Duke was glad Jammerson paid attention to Evelyn. It was an
interesting thing you learned as a sex cop. Even things that didn't hit
your personal hot button could still be interesting.
	He was interested, but not aroused as he watched Jammerson hold 
Evelyn's legs in the air and fuck her on the card table. Jammerson would
be able to fill in when needed, he was sure.
	"Dietrict!" Evelyn called out, "Dietrict, I want you to fuck my
face!"
	The law made for strange jokes. Then Dietrict was a strange man. 
He was strictly law and order. Evelyn wanted him. The law said he had to
give her what she wanted.
	He dropped his pants and climbed over Evelyn's face. He dropped 
his cock into her mouth like a bomb from above. Evelyn sucked happily.
	The strange thing was Evelyn wouldn't want him if he wasn't so
controlled all the time. It was a joke to make him have sex with her. 
He had to obey his beloved rules. Evelyn was having fun making him fuck
her face.
	Evelyn made a strange choking sound when the alarm sounded. It was
her and Duke's turn and she seemed to have trouble getting out from
between the two cocks penetrating her.
	"Why don't you want me?" Duke asked idlely as they proceeded to 
the perpetrator's domicile.
	"Haven't worked up that brother lust- yet," Evelyn replied.
	She knew how he felt. He would be great if she wanted him, but it 
would be a performance. That wasn't as much fun as Jammerson's 
eagerness or Dietrict's reticence.
	The male was regressing to childhood in a ball on the bed. The
female was throwing her hands around shouting when they arrived.
	"Any other man in the world would be bug-eyed and drooling!" she
was shouting, "Leave it to me to pick a pussy!"
	She spun around as the troopers entered the room.
	"'ello, 'ello, 'ello, what's all this about then?" Duke asked.
	The woman wasn't amused by his impersonation. She scowled at him
like she scowled at the ball of a man on the bed.
	"Lust Patrol, m'am," Evelyn stepped in front of Duke. "What is your
complaint?"
	Just between girls, the female was ready to go back into her rant.
Evelyn had to stop her and ask for her complaint again.
	"I want him to have two women," she said.
	"That's not strictly allowed, mam," Evelyn said, "You don't get to
want for him. He gets to want for himself."
	Duke stepped forward again. He was about to change her attitude
towards him.
	"Perhaps you mean that you wish to make love with a man and a woman
and he won't participate," Duke prompted.
	"Yes, that's it," she said, "What he said."
	Evelyn walked over in front of the man curled on the bed.
	"You have to get her a man if you won't participate yourself," she
told him. "She has a right to what she wants."
	She got no response. The man only whipmered.
	"I need some response," Evelyn bellowed. "Make your move or we're 
hauling you in."
	He didn't respond.
	"M'am, excuse my saying so, but he is a wuss," Evelyn said as she
dragged the man's hands behind his back and cuffed him.
	Duke lifted the man out of the bed and he and Evelyn exchanged
looks. Duke lifted his eyebrows. It was his job. They had to ask.
	"M'am, this officer can stay here and act as your surrogate until
the assigned one arrives," Evelyn offered.
	She looked Duke up and down with obvious relish. She'd like to have
a young stud like that plowing her hard, wet and wild. But then she pulled
back her eyes and smiled broadly.
	"As nice as that would be, you don't have to bother," she said. "I'm
not adverse to spending a while with just my friend- until the surrogate
arrives, of course."
	"Black widow," Evelyn whispered under her breath when they left.
	"What?" Duke asked.
	"I guess I shouldn't criticize, they do our work for us," Evelyn
softened her tone.
	"What are you talking about?" Duke asked.
	"Women like that," Evelyn said, "They find these guys. Guys like 
this."
	She gave the man Duke was dragging to the car a poke.
	"It don't take two seconds to tell they're dangerous perverts.
Anyway, they snap 'em up and then turn them in to us."
	"But why?" Duke asked.
	"Surrogates," Evelyn smiled, "You saw the look she gave you.
She's getting a little saggy to attract the kind of guys she likes, but
surrogates don't care. I'll bet she gets better lovin' now than when
she was in her prime."
	"Takes all kinds," Duke shook his head. 

				Chapter 7: Prime the Pump

	"So what happens if this gay guy takes a shine to you?" Jammerson
asked Dietrict.
	"You've got to drop trou, grit your teeth and spread 'em," Dietrict
said. "That's the law."
	"I bet that keeps your asshole puckered," Jammerson laughed.
	"Don't bother me," Dietrict said, "I'm not too worried about some
guy getting a hard-on for a grizzed old guy with a gut. If I was a pretty
boy like you..."
	No more time for ribbing. They were at the Moobley's bedroom door.
It wasn't even closed tight. Dietrict pushed it open and they went in.
	"Lust Patrol!" Dietrict announced, flashing his gold penis badge.
	"Jesus, Bud, you don't have to make a federal case out of it!" the
woman scolded the man on the bed.
	"I've got a right to be happy! It's the goddamn law!" the man,
either Jesus or Bud, shouted back.
	Domestic disturbance. Even the Lust Patrol's sweeping powers
couldn't fix everything wrong with the world. Jammerson could tell.
They'd enforce the man's desire tonight and tomorrow she'd be calling 
them to make him do something he didn't do for her.
	They should drag them both off on general principles. They 
certainly were abusing the spirit of the law. He snorted. He was 
beginning to sound like Dietrict.
	"What's the complaint, sir?" Dietrict asked.
	"He wants me to stick my finger up his old stinky asshole," the
woman answered instead. "I know he's been saving up something real 
stinky in there just to gross me out."
	"Is that your complaint, sir?" Dietrict asked again.
	"Only half," he wrinkled his nose at the woman, "I want her to 
swallow my scum too."
	"See! See what this is really about!" the woman screeched. "He
can't say sweet,sticky seed or something; he has to make it gross. He
only wants what makes me sick!"
	"It's not your place to judge, m'am," Dietrict said. "You have an
obligation to grant his desires."
	Jammerson wondered if it was just him, or if Dietrict was going
soft. He was being way too nice for his partner.
	"Did she refuse when you asked her?" Jammerson asked the man.
	"Of course I refused!" she said indignantly, "I said: 'Pick
something else to want because I'm on to you'."
	"Sir, did you tell her exactly what you wanted and did she, by 
word or deed, refuse to provide it?" Jammerson asked the man.
	"She isn't blowing me is she? That's refusing in deed, isn't it?"
he answered.
	Jammerson looked at Dietrict. He was smiling.
	"Are you refusing his request?" Dietrict asked the woman.
	Jammerson couldn't understand why Dietrict was stepping in. He
was giving her a second chance. Jammerson had enough to take her in 
already.
	"What if I am?" she challenged him.
	"Then you're on your way to a sex camp," Dietrict said.
	Oh sure, give her another chance, Jammerson groaned to himself.
	"Fuck it! Who cares!" she threw up her hands, "I bet the people
there at least WASH their dicks! I wouldn't mind sucking a CLEAN one!"
	The old man was good. They had a complaint and they had a 
voluntary committal. This was steel plate. Jammerson should have had 
more faith.
	"Sir, we're taking her with us," Dietrict said as he pulled on the
woman's wrist. "You will be assigned a surrogate. If, in the meantime,
you'd like my partner to give you that blow-job with his finger up your 
ass and swallow your semen, you can request it."
	Dietrict was a mean old cuss. The man was quite willing to wait for
a surrogate. There hadn't been much chance he's accept, but Jammerson got
the point. Don't try to make fun of Dietrict. He had too many tricks
up his sleeve.
	"So, how long do I get to loaf in this sex camp?" the woman asked.
	"Until they determine that you have gotten past your pruderies,"
Jammerson said.
	"That'll be as soon as they give me a man that's not a mean snake,"
she chuckled to herself.

	"Surrogate candidate," Dietrict said after they had put her in the
holding cell.
	"You think?" Jammerson asked.
	"Just to show the old man what he could have got her to do if he'd
listened to her," Dietrict said. "Never underestimate the endurance of
stubbornness. Of course, he could have been the only man in the world 
she didn't want to fuck- she'll be okay then, too."
	"Yeah- and what about offering me as the surrogate?" Jammerson
suddenly remembered.
	Dietrict laughed.
	"Asshole tightening up already, pretty boy?" Dietrict laughed,
"Remember, it's your job- and it's the law."

				Chapter 8: Double your fun

	"You know, Duke, I can't imagine what it was like before," Evelyn
mused. "What if you got trapped with a self-conscious little prick like
that?"
	"You mean before it was set right?" Duke asked, "Before we had
laws?"
	"Yeah, can you imagine having to beg for sex and get turned down?"
she asked.
	"Jeeze- don't talk like that," Duke shivered, "It's bad enough to 
deal with the scum we do without bringing up monsters like that."
	"Well, it was fucking sick, I'll tell you that," Evelyn said.
	It was a busy night. Duke and Evelyn weren't on the street 15 
minutes before they had an alert.
	"Why can't we all just get it on?" Duke sighed.
	"We're patrolling 10- 15,000 people," Evelyn reminded him. 
"There's bound to be a few oddballs."
	It was a bad one. The frustration index spiked as they walked 
under a second-story balcony. It hardly had time to reset before it 
began to climb as they went up the stairs.
	They burst in on a man and a woman. The man was sitting in a 
chair looking uncomfortable. The woman was naked, throwing her hands in
the air and screaming.
	"...Like a pouting little wimp has any right to be upset if a 
woman wants to be satisfied!" Duke and Evelyn heard as they came in.
	"Lust Patrol!" Evelyn announced when the woman took a breath.
	The woman looked Evelyn up and down. Her eyes paused either on 
the gold vagina badge or Evelyn's ample breasts. She gave Duke the same
evaluating stare.
	"Good," she said, "It's about time something got done about this
asshole."
	"What seems to be the problem, sir," Duke asked the man in the
chair.
	There was fear in his eyes when he looked up at the officer.
	"Not him," the woman interrupted, "He was ready to fuck me when
Norbert went into a snit."
	"What seems to be the problem, m'am," Evelyn asked the woman.
	They would unravel this quicker by asking the vocal one first.
Usually the complainer was the criminal, but not always. They would sort
it out and apply the law.
	"Well, you know, you're getting this hard one and it's good, and
I'm not saying I'm bored ar anything because Norbie does have a big one,
but you wonder if it can be better," she started.
	"Just the facts, m'am," Evelyn said. "Who's frustrating you?"
	"Him!" she pointed toward the terrace, "I wanted to know how it 
was to be really stuffed, you know, full up, and he starts yelling."
	"This isn't Norbert?" Duke asked.
	The woman didn't like interruptions, but turned a patronizing look
in Duke's direction.
	"No, Norbert is sulking on the patio," she said. "He says no woman
ever said he wasn't enough for them."
	Evelyn had been looking around. The man looked hastily dressed.
The woman was obviously prepared to have sex. There was another man,
Norbert, in the equation. She was getting the picture.
	"What about you, sir?" she asked the man.
	"I don't want to get beat up," he said, "I'm a lover, not a
fighter."
	"That's the way it's supposed to be," Duke said automatically.
	"You wanted two men?" Evelyn got the discussion back on track.
	"Yes," the woman said, "I wanted to know how it felt to have
Norbert and another cock in me at the same time. I mean if big is 
better, then two is also better than one."
	"And Norbert refused?" Duke asked.
	"Threatened to kill Murray if he didn't go away," she said.
	Duke winced. Violence was sick stuff. He'd never understand it.
	"Seven-hundred level," Evelyn said in an aside to Duke. "Set
phasers on stun."
	"He's on the balcony?" she asked the woman.
	The woman nodded. Evelyn unlatched the Taser from her belt. Duke
did the same. They approached the patio door from both sides. This was
the ugly part of the patrol.
	They burst through the door and found the balcony empty. There was 
a pair of pants tied to the railing. They holstered the stunners.
	"We need a picture and ID number for Norbert," Evelyn said as she
established the uplink.
	"He wasn't there?" she changed completely.
	"He won't get far without his pants," Duke told her, "But he won't
be coming back here. I think it's clear he's a sex offender, but that's
up to the court to decide. Threats are a serious civil matter as well."
	"Goddammit! Goddammit!" the woman was overwrought, "I get a man
with a 10-inch dick and now you're going to put him away."
	"Size isn't everything," Duke said.
	"Fuck you! I have a right to be a size queen!" she replied.
	"Yes m'am," Evelyn intervened, "But you don't want a dangerous
felon. Trust me. Try to imagine what Nobert might do if you suggested
something he didn't like when you were alone."
	"But what am I going to do?" she wailed, "I'm horny and now I'm
not going to get off at all."
	"You'll be assigned a surrogate," Duke said. "And you, Murray is it?,
you'll be happy to fuck her with a sensible guy, won't you?"
	"Look at her," Murray agreed, "She's one hot momma. I thought this
was going to be a dream come true."
	"There you are, m'am," Evelyn said, "You'll have your two lovers in
no time."
	"No time?" she screeched. "I'm sopping wet now! When do I get a 
surrogate? Tomorrow? I need to get fucked now!"
	Evelyn looked at Duke. He took a deep breath and shrugged.
	"I'll go look for Norbert," she said, "My partner will stay and
see that you get the satisfaction you have the right to."
	Evelyn walked out as Duke and Murray started taking off their
clothes. She wanted to watch, but this was the exception to the Sex Act.
She had taken an oath to put Lust Patrol duties first. Her desires took
a back seat to protecting the populace.
	Duke was trying to work up the same level of desire for the woman
as Murray seemed to have. She was a woman. She was naked and obviously
motivated to fuck. That should be enough for a lust officer.
	Norbert's wife had her own contribution to Duke's preparedness. 
She didn't spend long despairing about his deficient 8-inch penis. She
quickly let him see her complete approval of his strong shoulders,
rippling pecs and ribbed abs. She rushed over to fondle the flat slabs
of his chest.
	"I'll want you on the bottom so I can look at you while you guys
fuck me," she said.
	She looked down at his cock from closer up and then jumped back.
	"What the fuck is that?" she asked, "You got some disease or
something?"
	Duke's dick looked like some perverted earthworm. The collar of 
his circumcision scar was puffed up, scaly and an angry reddish pink.
	"It's just a friction burn, m'am," Duke grinned sheepishly, "My
partner is sort of insatiable."
	"Then I'm surprised the big-chested cow could tear herself away to
do some work," she said.
	"Not that partner, my partner-partner," Duke said quickly, "I 
never feel like fucking Evelyn by the time I get to work."
	Despite her admitted feelings about Evelyyn, or in spite, she 
knelt down and started kissing Duke's swollen chafe marks. Duke 
experienced some of the mystic pain/pleasure as his cock swelled and he
got an ouchy hard-on.
	His cock looked just as weird erect. The skin behind the head of
his cock was puffed up and gave his cock a club-like appearance. The
woman looked at it carefully and then seemed satisfied.
	"You're still on the bottom," she told Duke.
	Norbert wasn't very imaginative. He hadn't gone running off
anywhere. Evelyn only had to look as far as the bushes around the
building. Norbert was crouching down and hoping to wait until she and
Duke left to return to the apartment.
	Evelyn didn't have any trouble with him. Norbert was a afraid to
dash out of his cover without his pants and she got him into the cuffs
without having to stun him. He was reluctant to leave the bushes, but
Evelyn didn't give him any choice.
	She didn't see what he was ashamed of. It didn't look like his 
woman was exaggerating when she said his cock was 10 inches long. She
tried to remember why she couldn't fuck him right there just to see.
	"What's your story about what happened up there?" she asked.
	First off she didn't want to be fucking felons.
	"I panicked," Norbert said. "I heard June tell her story and I got
scared. I just ran."
	"Back farther," Evelyn said, "Tell me your story."
	"Well, it started with June and me... you know, getting all
friendly," he stammered.
	"I'm with the Lust Patrol. I know all about sex," Evelyn said.
"Just use plain languaaage. I've seen it all."
	"Well, she was using her mouth on my thing and getting me all
excited," Norbert went on. "Then this naked guy comes in and she said:
meet Murray. You guys are going to fuck me together."
	"Sprung it on you, huh?" Evelyn tried to sound supportive.
	It was the next part that was important. She wanted Nobert to
spill his guts.
	"Yeah, and I just said wait a minute, what about we discuss this."
Norbert said.
	"And you didn't threaten Murray?" Evelyn asked.
	"Well, maybe," Norbert said, hastening to add, "But only because
he came up real close with his dick. I didn't want any of that."
	"Why were you on the balcony?" she asked.
	Something didn't fit. Even if she believed him, there was 
something off about his story.
	"I told her to go ahead. Do you hear that? I told her to fuck this
Murray character if that's what she wanted. I didn't tell her not to fuck
Murray. I said go fuck Murray. I did," he blustered.
	He might be well-meaning. Maybe he was only misguided. Possibly he
wasn't guilty of anything more than a misdeameanor. He did have a big 
dick.
	"If I wanted you to fuck me, would you?" she asked.
	"My hands are cuffed. You can do whatever you want to me," 
Norbert pointed out.
	"I mean willingly," Evelyn said.
	"I'd rather you forced me," he said. "Evelyn would be jealous of
your tits and she'd probably want me to suck a dick or something if I
fucked you."
	"She can't... Oh never mind. Get in the car," Evelyn said.
	He was just a prize prick. One of those that think a big dick is
enough. He'd lie back and make her do all the work because he thought
being big was his contribution. She wasn't interested any more.
	Duke was interestingly interested at the moment. He had never felt
another man's cock rubbing up against his like Murray's was through the
thin layer between June's asshole and cunt. And he still got a twinge
of pain every time something rubbed his chaffed cock.
	The pain wasn't stopping him from being excited. It was
reinforcing his drive toward completion and an orgasm that might
transform the touchy discomfort into something good.
	At least the books said that was possible and Duke had some
evidence it could be true. He had been three-quarters of the way to his
seventh orgasm when he noticed his dick was rubbed raw in the first 
place and that had been a fine climax.
	But Murray's efforts fucking June's ass and her own thrashing rear
weren't helping him get off. There just wasn't enough in and out for him.
June, however, seemed very pleased with having both their cocks fucking
her. He was doing his duty at least.
	"She wanted me to fuck her!" Norbert announced loudly as Evelyn
dragged him down the hall to a holding cell. "She tried to get me to
fuck her!"
	Dietrict was snickering. Jammerson was doing a wide-eyed 
burlesque of terror.
	"Oh my goodness! Lawfully lustful! I vote we make her fuck me,"
Jammerson mocked Norbert.
	"Might serve as a good example," Evelyn agreed, unbuttoning her
tunic, "Maybe we can help these poor criminals get straight."
	Evelyn was holding the bars to Norbert's cell, her fine bouncing
breasts bouncing against the bars as Jammerson fucked her from behind
when a disheveled Duke staggered in. Norbert bounced up and came to the
bars of his holding cell.
	"You did it, didn't you," he accused Duke, "You fucked June with
that other guy."
	"The cells are monitored," Duke said wearily, "You're already in
enough trouble without adding felony jealousy."
	"Well, your girlfriend wanted to fuck me," Norbert responded, 
"How do you like that?"
	Duke looked at Jammerson humping Evelyn and laughed. Delusional,
he decided, that must be part of being a sex offender.

				Chapter 9: More Men on the Job 

	Evelyn was on her knees sucking Jemmerson's cock. She was having
the desired effect, although not on Jammerson. Norbert was still
standing in the front of his cage and his 10-incher was standing tall
in all its glory.
	Evelyn was deciding that 10 inches didn't look much more
impressive than eight when Dietrict came looking for Jammerson.
	"Oh great, just what we need," Dietrict sighed. "We got a call to
back up Sherman and Furdle."
	"Big trouble?" Jammerson asked in the vehicle.
	"More than they can handle, obviously." Dietrict said, "Sherman
sounded about out of it when he called in."
	The scene looked like the aftermath of a bar fight. There were
semi-conscious men laying about the room. Through the door into the next
room Dietrict and Jammerson could see a familiar configuration of legs
and hear the sounds of sex.
	They walked in the room and found Furdle in the saddle, pumping
between the legs they saw through the door. Sherman was leaning against
the wall, breathing hard.
	"What's the beef?" Dietrict asked Sherman.
	"No perps," Sherman wheezed, "Just a little public service."
	"Who are the guys out there?" Jammerson asked.
	"The few," Sherman said, "Too few. They were willing, but the flesh 
was weak after a half a dozen sessions with Miss Vellum here. Bill and I
have been going at it two hours ourselves. We need a break. Get those
clothes off. Bill's not going to last much longer."
	True to his prediction. Bill Furdle began making coughing sounds
and stabbing deliberately into the woman. Dietrict and Jammerson were
whipping off their clothes.
	"Next! Come on I need somebody now!" Miss Vellum said even as she
was pushing Furdle out from between her legs. "I'm still hot. Come and
get it before I cool off!"
	Jammerson nodded to Dietrict. Dietrict was already undressed. He
climbed into the trough left by the others and settled between the
woman's legs.
	"Pleased to meet you," he said as he slipped her the meat.
	"Just fast and hard, buddy," she shot back, "I don't want no fancy
stuff. Pump me and then pump it into me. Fill up your little cum whore!
God damn! I am on a roll!"
	Dietrict slammed her the salami. They were simple directions. 
Every so often things like this came up. Citizens in danger of 
frustration through no actual breech of the law. It was up to the Lust
Patrol to do what they could to keep the happiness until the emergency
units arrived.
	Jammerson ignored a lot of Dietrict's war stories, but it seemed
part of his claims were true. Women sometimes got stuck in gang-bang
mode. They found their appetite was much bigger than they thought and
the gang-bang itself put them in a state where it seemed it would never
be enough.
	They finally fainted from exhaustion, Dietrict said. Jammerson 
womdered how long it would take this one to faint.
	"Better see if someone out there isn't almost ready," Sherman told
Furdle, "I don't know how long we can hold out in here and the damn
EST (Emergency Sex Team) isn't responding."
	For an old man, Dietrict was certainly putting the stones to the
girl. Jammerson was impressed by the energy his partner put into his job.
Not that it was surprising. Dietrict was law and order all the way and
this was the law.
	She wanted it fast and hard and Dietrict did her that way. 
Criminal use 1: Who cares what s/he likes, was permissible if requested.
Some women had a taste for it. Dietrict was doing his best to be callous
and selfish as he fucked Miss Vellum.
	It still had enough of the air of the forbidden to keep Jammerson
at the throbbing ready. He was prepared to crawl in after Dietrict and
do his part for the pursuit of this woman's happiness.
	Thank God for Dick-Slide (tm), Jammerson thought. With his job he
would have fucked his dick down to a stub if it wasn't for the teflon-
based protective skin on his cock. Some guys said they couldn't get the
friction they liked with the shield, but it didn't bother Jammerson. It
was a hell of a lot better than getting your dick scraped to shit like
Duke did every night at home.
	Dietrict did his requisite three minutes and forty seconds jamming
the woman and gave her the shot she wanted. Then it was Jammerson's turn.
	"Come on then," she fixed him with her eyes, "I want more and I 
can take all you've got. Get in here and give it to me."
	Jammerson was the man for this job. With his Teflon dick and his
ridiculously high boiling point, he was going to give the rest of them 
the breather they needed. He could fuck like the piston of a steam engine
for hours if need be.
	"What are you doing?" Sherman asked Dietrict as Dietrict sat down
at the lady's dressing table, "I've fucked her three times already.
You've got to help us out. I don't think I can be ready."
	"He has been fucking Evelyn every chance he got today," Dietrict
granted, "But I still think I've got time for a breather."
	Dietrict watched as Sherman frantically pulled on his limp pecker.
It wasn't right to laugh at him. He was only trying his best to uphold
the law. It still was silly.
	"I'll go next," Dietrict said, "Relax a while. Jammerson will warn
us in plenty of time to get ready."
	Sherman released his death grip on his cock and watched. Furdle
returned with a man behind him, stumbling a little as he wandered into
the bedroom. They watched as Jammerson fucked Miss Vellum.
	Dietrict idly stroked his cock with his fingers as Jammerson
energetically pounded his meat into Miss Vellum. Jammerson was a gang-
bang in pants. Dietrict smiled. Maybe he was witnessing love at first
incredibly drawn out fuck as his partner banged away on the bed.
	"That's it! Pump me and pump me full!"  Miss Vellum grunted, "Come
on! Fuck me and cum! Shoot it in me! Cum for me! Oh fuck! Fuck me and
cum! Go for it!"
	Her voice got higher and more breathy as she urged Jammerson on.
She was repeating herself over and over as Jammerson thrust into her.
She seemed to seize up and then flounder on the bed. Jammerson kept
pounding cock into her cunt, even speeding up while she jerked and 
twisted under him.
	Jammerson kept fucking her. Now her feet were slapping the bed
beside Jammerson. If her lower end looked like it was trying to escape, 
her hands made it clear the rest of her wanted Jammerson to keep it up.
Her fingers curled into Jamerson's shoulders and made dents where she
held him.
	"Jesus! He's got her going good," the disheveled volunteer from
the other room spoke up.
	Miss Vellum was only grunting. She used up her pep talk getting
herself to the brink and over into the chasm. Now she sounded like she
was storing up for another outburst.
	Jammerson kept pounding her hot and deep. He was ready to be a 
gang of one for this citizen. Lust cop was the perfect job for him. His
priapism was a gift in this line of work.
	Dietrict let him ride Miss Vellum through another orgasm and then
came over to the bed.
	"Come on, stud, let someone else have a turn," Dietrict told him.
	It was only being a good partner. And part of a gang-bang was the
hopping off and the hopping on.
	Watching Jammerson fuck the woman made it look so good that
Dietrict thought he'd like another taste. Just watching the wild sex
machine pump away had got his juices flowing again.
	"Christ! That last guy was something," she said as Dietrict was
climbing into place.
	Dietrict grunted. She was right, of course, but he was a little
touchy about his own failings. If anyone should be the perfect lust cop,
it should be Dietrict. He was the one that ate and breathed this stuff.
Jammerson would be just as good on the EST.
	Of course it wasn't Jammerson's fault, he thought as he took up
the torch of banging Miss Vellum. He didn't have to think about it for
long. The joy of his work took the doubts out of his mind while he
fucked her. It was vaguely troubling to use her for only his own 
pleasure but satisfying all the same.
	Miss Vellum announced that she had been satisfied when Dietrict 
was done with her. All the indicators purred. Still, Dietrict suspected 
she was leery of Jammerson mounting her again.
	For his part, Jammerson gave Dietrict all the credit for saving 
the day.
	"Couldn't take any more when you were through with her," Jammerson
commented, "Leave it to Dietrict to fuck them so they stay fucked."
	They were kind words. Dietrict didn't contradict. A guy could have
a worse partner than Jammerson.

				Chapter 10: The Whole World's Watching

	Duke walked like his namesake, swaying bowlegged as he tried not 
to further irritate his raw cock. Evelyn thought it was cute. Duke wore
the expression of a gunfighter after her teasing.
	They looked like a pair from a bad detective story as they burst
through the door and announced their arrival. Everyone in the room
stared in amazement and not a little apprehension.
	The lone woman shrieked and hid in the corner. Evelyn kept her eye
on the woman in case she tried to bolt. Duke went over to the naked man.
	"Which one of you called us?" he asked.
	The man pointed to himself.
	"I've got a right to satisfaction, don't I?" he responded with that
question.
	"Depends on what you mean, mister," Duke replied.
	"She won't let me fuck her," he pointed an accusing finger at the
woman crouched in the corner.
	"This true, m'am?" Evelyn fished for the confession.
	"I've been trying to fuck his cock off since I met him," she
protested, "Ask him if I'm a hot fuck."
	Evelyn noted that she didn't look like a hot fuck shielding her
crotch with her knees tight together, hunched down and covering up. She
looked at Duke. Duke turned to the man.
	"Is she a hot fuck?" he asked.
	"Does she look like a hot fuck?" the man answered with a question
again. "I think a hot fuck would have her legs spread and a cock rammed
in her cunt about now."
	That confirmed Evelyn's observation, but before she could even nod
the woman screamed back.
	"You'd be afraid I was going to suck your cock off at the root
right now if you'd just sent these guys away," she shrieked.
	Evelyn saw it now. The poor woman didn't even know how fucked up
she was. She thought doing it a lot was all it took. Evelyn let Duke do
the mop up.
	"I'm trying to do her a favor," the man told Duke. "I want to show
my buddies here what a hot little piece she is. Then she goes nuts."
	That raised an issue. Evelyn raised her eyebrows. Duke plowed into
the heart of the matter.
	"You want her to show off for your friends. Is that right?" Duke
asked.
	That was second-hand desire. It was the big technicality in the
law. You couldn't want someone to want something anymore than a not
wanting negated a wanting. You had to want it yourself for yourself. 
	"I want them to be so horny that they have to whack off," he said.
"I want them dying because I've got such a good pussy."
	"Let's make this simple," Duke tried. "You're going to have a
better sexual experience because they're jealous of your woman. Is that
it?"
	"Hell yeah," he said, "And you know how these things go. They're
going to want her too. That's the part for her. I mean I get nothing 
from them fucking her, but hey, that's the law- isn't it?"
	His plan for her was immaterial. Technically it shouldn't enter 
his thoughts unless he had a desire to watch her with other men, but 
people were only human. The Lust Patrol had enough to do policing 
actions without counseling thinking.
	The worst part was it was an obvious attempt on his part to 
wheedle her into participation. Evelyn zeroed in on that. That was this
woman's problem. She might fuck like a mink, but her attitude stunk. Her
thinking was screwy. She wasn't in tune with the spirit, she was trying
to do the least the law allowed.
	"Honey, it would be an act of mercy to throw you in a sex camp,
but I've got to inform you that you have the option of compliance before
we do that," Evelyn said.
	"I knew you'd be on his side," she said bitterly. "Men have had it
their way since that law."
	"The law is for everyone, m'am," Duke said.
	"You can have a woman if you want," Evelyn offered. "Everybody gets
what they want, not just men."
	"Yeah- like I want all these guys to get horny and then want to
fuck me," she snorted. "Then I got to do it- right?"
	"That's why you need a camp, honey," Evelyn's tone softened. "You
should be glad to have a bunch of men after you- that's how normal 
humans are. You need to understand why you're screwed up."
	"But he's just doing it to kiss their asses," she protested. "They
goaded him into it. I want him to act like a man."
	"M'am, that's like wanting a hunk to want you rather than just 
wanting him yourself," Evelyn said. "It never works and it's artificial.
You can't change people by wishing. If he's not enough man for you, 
maybe you'll find out one of his buddies is better."
	They weren't social counselors. Duke tried to pull the 
conversation back to the law. Evelyn knew better.
	"M'am, you can deal with your personal matters later," Duke broke
in, "Now either come over here and comply with his wishes or put your 
hands behind your back so we can take you in."
	That was all she needed to hear. Duke smiled grimly as the woman
stood up with a scowl on her face. They were there to provide the 'or'
in the either/or. They weren't sex lawyers. They were cops.
	She glared at him as she walked to the middle of the room and
reached back to undo her bra. She was defiant as she stood with her
shoulders back to make her medium breasts jut to their fullest.
	As soon as she took off her panties, her hand went to crotch and
began rubbing.
	"You said it was hot, didn't you," she asked the man. "Well, let
me get it warmed up for you."
	Evelyn felt a little bit ashamed. Duke had been right to get to
business. They weren't there to dispense wisdom. She shouldn't be 
worrying about those things. Still, she was indulging herself as she
watched the woman try to shame her man in front of his friends.
	"While you're heating that up, heat me up," the man said, 
presenting his cock to her mouth and turning to his friends. "She sucks
a mean cock, too."
	That did seem to be the case. The woman only had one speed- full
out. She took most of his cock as she sucked up and down on his shaft.
She wasn't going to stop until he grabbed her head and made her.
	"Now you guys gather 'round," he invited as he pulled her to her 
feet. "Bet you never saw a woman wiggle like she does."
	Duke and Evelyn joined the crowd surrounding them. Once prodded 
into action, it was clear there was no violation. The woman was 
frantically moving her hips as the man fucked her. She wasn't holding
back and he was doing his best to match her.
	Duke caught Evelyn's eye and jerked his head toward the door. 
Their work was done. They walked quietly away to the smacking sounds of
the lovers coming together.

	"You know what, Evelyn?" Duke tried to hide his mood with a casual
question.
	Evelyn knew him too well. He was walking too stiffly. He had 
reacted that way while she was talking to the woman. It was too clear.
Duke was, justly, concerned with her unporofessional behavior.
	"I'm fucking up and you have to report it?" Evelyn asked.
	Duke was scandalized.
	"Turn in a partner?" Duke gasped. "What kind of a dork do you 
think I am?- No- good! That only makes it better. Put your hands on 
the vehicle."
	Of all the things Evelyn was thinking as she bent forward and
obeyed, the last thing was that Duke would grab her belt and yank her
uniform pants to her knees.
	"You're a bad girl, officer and you need to be punished," Duke
announced. "No matter how much it hurts either one of us. I gotta fuck
you."
	Evelyn could tell he was serious. There was a fire in his voice 
she had never heard before. His cock was seriously hard as he prodded 
it at her dry, unlubricated anus.
	"Now scream," Duke urged, "I want you to scream. I want you to beg."
	It was more of a roar when Duke jabbed his cock into her ass. 
Evelyn didn't have to pretend. Duke was being plenty rough enough to 
make her scream.
	Her cries mixed with Duke's own reaction as her tight anus skinned
his raw cock. Her sphincter tearing at his skin was like a bright burst
that made his entry through her anus feel like sun breaking through
clouds.
	The pain was a herald like the emergence of Duke's sudden lust for
his partner. It was right in the same way it felt right to finally want
his cock buried inside Evelyn.
	He knew her attempt to counsel the woman triggered it, but he 
didn't understand why. Suddenly she was more than a sexy woman with big
tits in his eyes. She was a woman that needed his cock up her ass.
	The grip of her asshhole was agonizing on the raw skin of his cock
and that made Duke press even harder to bury his cock in her ass. The 
pain only made him want to fuck her harder. It drove him to a more lustful
excavation of her dirt road.
	His determination left Evelyn gasping open-mouth. Even Jammerson,
the definition of stud, had never taken her with the kind of fury Duke
was showing as he rammed his cock painfully into her beleagured asshole.
	"You did want me!" Evelyn gasped as he fucked her ass.
	"Don't tell me what I want. Tell me what you want. Beg for it,"
Duke yelled at her.

					Epilogue
	"Where the hell have you two been?" Dietrict asked Duke as he and
Evelyn walked back in the stationhouse. "You went clear half an hour ago."
	"There was something I wanted to do," Duke said sheepishly.
	Jammerson turned a critical eye on the pair and noticed the hitch
in Evelyn's gait. He knew he hadn't put it there.
	"Duke wanted to bend me over the car and jam his cock up my ass,"
Evelyn tattled.
	"One of you was bound to want it sooner or later," Dietrict said
knowingly. "You're good kids."
	"I wish I had seen it," Jammerson said.
	Evelyn looked at Duke. Duke looked at Evelyn. They both looked at
Jammerson.
	"Is that wish like you want to watch us do it?" Evelyn asked.
	"Don't try that undercover cunt stuff on me," Jammerson laughed.
"I know better than to desire someone else's desire, no matter how many 
people have slipped through that loophole. It's not about making sex
slaves. It's about getting your rocks off."
	"But what if we want someone to want to watch?" Duke asked.
	They turned to Dietrict.
	"Put a sign on the bulletin board," Dietrict evaded the 
interpretation of the law. "Say you'll be fucking, yada, yada, and
anyone who wants to watch should be there. It keeps it nice and clean."
	"But what if..." Evelyn started.
	"I'm going to check the cells," Dietrict interrupted her, "You
guys have fun interpreting the law and if you're doing anything illegal
I'll bust you when I come back."
	They laughed. Evelyn loosened her belt in case one of the boys 
got the urge to fuck her. Shift was over in- three, two, one.
	It was another busy night on the job for the Lust Patrol.
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