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CHAPTER ONE

Carol Davis stepped out of her car and paused to straighten her
mini-skirt over her long, shapely thighs. As she bent forward she
caught sight of herself in the car window. For an instant she looked
at the clean line of her high cheek bones and her pert, straight nose.
She didn't have such a bad face, she admitted to herself, especially
when it was framed by her shoulder-length dark hair.

The beautiful young woman was so engrossed in her self appraisal that
she didn't hear the man behind her. The sudden touch of a hand patting
and squeezing her firm buttocks shocked her into immobility. Carol
felt her blood growing warm and a strange, sick sort of arousal began
in her as a confident male voice rumbled in her ear.

"Hey, chick, don't waste your time getting pretty for the cops. Those
pigs in there don't appreciate somebody like you. Why don't you and I
go someplace and have a drink?"

Carol's heart was fluttering under a full, firm breast, she hated
herself for the nervous panic that always hit her at times like this!
The brunette's hand shook as it dipped into her handbag and came back
with her wallet, she quickly flipped it open to the shiny new badge
pinned there.

"Bug off creep. I'm one of those pigs and I may just drag you in, if
you don't get your filthy hands off of me!"

For the first time, Carol turned to face the man. He was big and
looked strong, but his face seemed pasty and sick under his tan. A
weak smile on his face, he backed off, his hands held out in front as
if to protect himself from her. Carol almost laughed at the man as she
waited until he was off the police parking lot. Then she tucked her
wallet back in her purse and walked away, hoping that he couldn't see
her knees shaking as the residue of her fear and weird excitement
shook in her.

Inside the station house, the beautiful brunette stared straight ahead
of her, ignoring the leering stare the desk sergeant gave her. She
almost felt his eyes roving over her high breasts, down her gently
rounded belly to her long legs. A small shudder of disgust mixed with
excitement flashed through her. It wasn't fair for him to look at her
like that, especially this morning!

Carol paused before the bulletin board, her eyes examined the notices,
but she really wasn't paying any attention. Her mind was on Don, her
ex-husband. It had been eight months! She wasn't a person who lived
for sex, but it had been eight months! The lovely young woman felt the
faint buzzing of arousal between her thighs when she remembered that
hard, male hand on her bottom. She shook her head angrily, she had to
stop thinking about filthy things like that!

"Davis, come over here for a minute."

Carol turned to see Sergeant Miller standing in his office doorway.
The young policewoman didn't want to talk to him. There was something
creepy about the tall, lanky officer, but he was her immediate
superior and there was no way that she could avoid the sergeant since
she worked for him.

As she moved closer, Carol saw Miller's little, slategray eyes boldly
staring at her lush, rounded body and the only thing she could do was
grit her teeth and pretend that she didn't notice.

"You wanted to talk to me, Sergeant?" Carol asked stiffly as she
stopped a few feet away from him. The man let a faint smile crease his
lean, tanned face before he nodded.

"You have an interview with Lieutenant Bixby in forty-five minutes,
he'll have you called."

Carol nodded stiffly, she was expecting that.

"Some of the vice boys brought in some flicks last night, why don't
you go in and watch, they're showing them in the ready room."

The young woman saw the mean smile on Sergeant Miller's fare and knew
that he was laughing at her.

"I . . . I don't think that would interest me, Sergeant," she said.
Carol could hear the nervous quiver in her own voice and was sure he
could hear it as well. "That sort of . . . thing doesn't interest me,"
she added lamely and saw his amusement growing, she damned herself for
blushing as she felt the hot flush staining her cheeks.

"What's the matter, Davis, does the sight of hard cock make you feel
all sick and shaky inside?"

Carol flinched as Miller's words struck her and hit the mark!

"Why don't you go in there and prove that you're one of the boys,
honey? You know the other officers don't have much of an opinion of
women cops. You're going to have to prove that you aren't the prissy
little girl that you act like. Go in there and learn something
useful!"

Before the beautiful brunette could even think of an answer, the tall
police sergeant turned away and went into his office, leaving her
staring after him.

Don't go in there, something whispered in the back of her mind. You
don't have to watch that filth, he can't order you to do that. But
there was something else. Miller had challenged her. He didn't think
that she would dare go in the ready room and was laughing at her!

Carol's jaw set and she spun on her heel. She was being stubborn and
she knew it. But if she was ever going to be accepted here she was
going to have to prove to everyone that she could take it.

The ready-room was dark, the blinds had been pulled tight, the
cigarette and cigar smoke was so thick that she couldn't stifle her
cough as she slipped into an empty seat. Carol noticed several heads
turn toward her and heard a low whisper ripple around the room. Carol
felt her blush beginning, but her embarrassment died in the moment
that she focused on the images that were flickering on the
white-washed wall!

For a long moment, the lovely young woman felt the blood draining from
her face as she watched the shadow of a pretty little girl laying
naked on a bed as a huge man stood over her. The man was naked as well
and a large, thick erection jutted out from his body like a pole!
Carol tried to swallow, but her throat just wouldn't work as she
watched the man catch the girl by her long blond hair and pull her
into a sitting position on the rumpled bed. The young girl smiled up
at the man, his hand was still gripping her head and was pulling her
face closer and closer to the thick tip of the organ. The camera
suddenly went into close-up and Carol found herself staring at his
thick, pulpy glans. The focus was so sharp that she could see a drop
of fluid ooze out of the little slit and drip down, but the drop was
caught by a pink, flicking tongue!
 "Ohhhhhhhhhh, my God!" Carol heard the agonized moan in her
mind, but she grimly kept her jaw set tight, refusing to allow the
sound out of her throat. The beautiful brunette felt that strange,
sick feeling flutter to life as she watched the girl on the screen
smilingly move forward and envelop the mushroom shaped head with her
red lips. Carol felt her fingers digging into the wooden arms of her
chair and despite the fact that the film was silent, she could hear an
urgent voice in her ear.

 Please, Carol, it's all right, I can tell you want to do it so
go on, suck it! Suddenly Carol imagined herself back with Don. She
could even remember her ex-husband's fingers pressing against the back
of her neck as her own face was being pushed against the swollen crown
of his penis. Baby, you've just got to shake away from these uptight
feelings about sex, it's putting a crimp in our whole marriage, I
can't go on with this `missionary only' crap!

 The young policewoman shuddered and forced her spinning mind
away from that painful scene, but when she focused on the picture
again she felt her will begin to waver. The pretty blond was avidly
sucking and licking at the monster prick that was crammed into her
mouth. The man's hand was around the girl's neck, guiding her, setting
the pace he wanted, as her head bobbed back and forth on his shiny
stalk. Carol could see the girl's saliva dripping on his hairy balls
and she wanted to scream

 Carol shifted uneasily on the chair and was shocked and
ashamed to feel the thick moisture of her arousal seeping out of the
tight folds of her vulva and wetting the crotch of her panties! The
beautiful brunette felt the slow rise of passion flowing through her
body, felt her nipples grow hard and rub against her bra. She shook
her head violently. She couldn't be aroused just watching a filthy
thing like this. She'd never done that for Don, no matter how often he
tried to get her to, and she couldn't be excited by watching some slut
do it for another man. There was nothing here that excited her!
Despite her fierce denials, Carol felt the lips of her sex parting,
swelling with blood and something inside of her ached for the feel of
a thick, pulsating cock, like the one on the wall!

Carol was trying to wrench her attention away from the awful act she
was watching when she felt a hand fall on top of one thigh! The
beautiful brunette jerked her head around to stare at a handsome young
policeman. She thought his name was Brown. The officer sat still,
looking straight ahead, but his hand was creeping steadily up her leg
and under her skirt! The young woman started to slap his hand away,
but the tips of his fingers found the silky fabric of her panties and
pressed hard against them, she gasped and her entire body jerked as
the flood of pleasure numbed her and left her incapable of defending
herself !

Carol sat rigid in the chair, the seconds passed and felt like years
as the policeman's fingers pressed and tapped against the swollen,
puffy outline of her damp vulva, setting up an awful, inviting rhythm,
making her shiver and forcing her to bite her lip to keep from moaning
and crying out. Finally, she managed to gain enough self-control to
speak to him. Her voice was low and strained as she whispered to the
young man beside her.

"Pl . . . please don't . . . I don't want you to . . ." Her whisper
faded as the action on the wall became more frenzied. The pretty
blond's face was tense and contorted as she sucked and pulled at the
man's prick with her wet, bubbling lips. Suddenly she jerked her head
back and held her mouth open as jet after thick jet of his semen
blasted out and shot all over her face, in her mouth, in her hair!

For an instant, Carol stared in horror at the scene. She felt herself
waver and knew that she was near an orgasm herself, but a sense of
horror and fear welled up in her and she managed to tear her body out
of the chair and away from the hand and blunder out of the room. As
she ran, she could hear the coarse male laughter as it followed her
down the hall.

There was only one place that she could go! Carol felt her thighs
shaking, felt her nervous system protesting the sudden halt of the
delicious touching and rubbing that the man had given her, but she
forced herself to walk to the women's room. Once she was inside, she
slipped into a booth and leaned against the wall. She felt like
screaming, felt like crying and running away to hide.

"Stop it, you're behaving like a silly girl." the brunette told
herself, but it didn't help. She could still feel the awful demands of
her body. The touching had gone too far and it wouldn't be denied now.
"Ohhhhh, this is so dirty," Carol moaned to herself as her hands
clawed at her skirt, pulling it up over her waist. She was ashamed of
herself as her hand dipped inside her tight panties and a rigid
forefinger found the wet, slippery opening of her pussy.

I shouldn't do this. It's wrong. I never did it as a girl, why do I
need it now? The questions and the accusations swirled around in
Carol's confused mind, but that didn't stop her finger. She found the
hard bump of her clitoris and flicked lightly at it, just the way that
Officer Brown had done and the effect was almost as electric!

"Huuunnnngggg, Ooooooo it's sooo goooood," the beautiful woman sighed
and she imagined the fat, hard penis that she'd watched as it slipped
between the wet, slick lips of her vulva and speared deep into her,
filling her, making her feel whole and alive!

"Agggghhhhhhh, I . . . aiiiiiiieeeee ! ! !" She couldn't help it, wave
after wave of pleasure assaulted her until her mind spun and she had
to let at least one thin wail of passion leak out of her as her climax
tore at the very core of her being!

When the beautiful brunette stepped out of the restroom she knew that
she looked cool and calm. Her hair was combed, her makeup was on
straight and her face was expressionless. But that was only a front,
only a mask to hide the terrible turmoil and confusion that still
whirled about in her brain. As she walked, she shivered inwardly as a
spasm of her orgasm whipped through her, making her legs feel wobbly
and unsure.

"Hey, Davis, where have you been? The boss wants to see you." Without
turning to the officer at the desk, Carol nodded as calmly as she
could and headed for the back of the station, she stopped before a
frosted glass door and took a second to gain more control, then she
knocked firmly.

"Sit down, Officer Davis," the man behind the desk said without
looking up. In his hand he held a letter and from the color of the
stationary she knew that it was hers. When he did look up, the young
woman was surprised to see that Lieutenant Bixby's eyes were a deep,
dark blue. They made his rugged face seem almost handsome.

"I have your letter here requesting reassignment, it follows the form,
but I don't exactly understand why you want to change. Would you mind
explaining that?"

Carol felt herself tremble but she forced herself to stay calm as she
nodded. "Lieutenant, I didn't sweat it out to get through the academy
only to be assigned to school traffic. I don't feel that being in
charge of the crossing guards is the proper work for an able bodied
officer."

Bixby didn't say anything at first. He simply stared at her. Carol
couldn't read anything in his cold, expressionless face. "I'm sorry
that you don't feel that the job isn't as exciting or as glamorous as
you'd like, Miss Davis, but it is important and being a new officer
I'd like you to prove your worth before I assign you to tracking down
bank robbers and solving our murders for us."

Carol heard the bite of sarcasm in the man's voice, but she didn't
dare respond. He was her superior officer and she had to sit and take
it.

Bixby got out of his chair and moved around to sit on the edge of his
desk. The brunette could see his eyes roaming over her, just like
every other man, and her anger began to smolder. He grinned at her and
sat very close, close enough to reach out and touch her if he wanted
to.

"Look, honey, I'm not all that keen on lady cops and you'll just have
to work where I want you to work until I get used to the idea of
having you around and find something more interesting for you to do.
Your request for reassignment is denied. I want you to go out today
with Sergeant Miller. He'll show you the posts and introduce you to
the guards."

 From where he was sitting, Carol realized, Lieutenant Bixby could see
down the front of her blouse and she flushed and resisted the urge to
clutch at the open vee of her blouse. She glanced nervously around and
realized that she could see his penis begin to stiffen and rise under
his slacks. The beautiful brunette stared at the outline of the man's
sex organ and felt that awful tingling begin again. She remembered the
man in the film and how big and thick his cock was and caught herself
wondering how the lieutenant would measure up to him?

"Yes, sir, I'll go with Sergeant Miller. Thank you for seeing me,"
Carol finally murmured as she got up and moved to the door. Lieutenant
Bixby still sat on the edge of his desk grinning at her as she left.

CHAPTER TWO

"Well Davis, one more stop and that'll be it for your first shift."
Sergeant Miller's voice broke in on Carol's thoughts and she jumped a
little. He noticed it and chuckled. "What's the matter, were you
thinking about that movie you saw this morning?"

Carol clenched her fists and angrily shook her head. "No! Of course I
wasn't, things like that don't bother me!" The young woman was lying
and she could see that Miller knew it. He grinned at her and shook his
head, his eyes were hidden from her by the mirrorized glasses that he
wore.

"I don't know about that, Officer Davis. Some of the boys seemed to
think that you got a bit heated during the blow-job scene. They
thought that they could hear you huffing and panting all around the
room and they're trained observers, they're usually right."

There was no way that she could answer him and Carol knew it, so she
simply lapsed into injured silence and concentrated on looking out the
window. Miller drove in silence to the last stop.

"This is Mrs. Abels. Doris Abels, meet Miss Davis, she's going to be
the officer in charge from now on."

Carol smiled at the short, blonde woman who stood beside the car. The
older woman smiled back and waved her red warning paddle at Carol in a
friendly, mock salute.

"Well hello, I'm glad to see that they've found someone who will
really take over, glad to see you!" Mrs. Abels' smile was warm and
Carol found herself liking the woman immediately Sergeant Miller got
back in the car and waited as he had at the other stops, letting Carol
handle the meeting her own way.

"Thank you, Mrs. Abels, I hope that we can work well together, since
you've been a guard for three years, I'm sure that you know more about
all of this than I do. I'd appreciate your help."

The blonde smiled and put her hand on Carol's arm in an impulsive
gesture, her light blue eyes twinkled. "Oh relax, for heaven's sake,
and call me Doris. Mrs. Ables always reminds me of my mother-in-law!"

The rest of the conversation was standard, but Carol felt a warm
friendly feeling for the small woman by the time she slipped back into
the car beside Miller. "Well, that's the last one," she said as she
checked the list of traffic guards.

Carol was so interested in remembering the names and faces that went
with each street corner that she didn't notice the direction that
Sergeant Miller took until the car stopped.

"Why have we stopped here?" The young brunette stared around her and
was stunned to see that they were parked in a small opening in the
trees at the back side of the park. "What's happening here?"

Miller turned to her and that faint, mocking smile slipped into place
again. "This is a hide-out that the night squad uses when they want to
catch a nap." He looked around and grinned again. "It's a nice,
private place isn't it? The only cars that use this road are police
cars. Keeps things nice."

Carol nervously shifted in the seat, she could almost read what the
lean man wanted by the way that he licked his thin lips as he stared
at her and she felt her blind, unreasoning fear building up inside of
her belly, stirring up small eddies of excitement that moved along her
nerve endings.

"Why . . . why did you bring me here, Sergeant? . . . I thought we
were headed back to the station house."

Miller chuckled and took off his hat and loosened his tie, the glasses
were still in place, but Carol was sure that he was staring at her,
running his dirty eyes over her body!

"Officer Brown is a good buddy of mine, he told me that you were . . .
excited during the movie and said that you left before he could help
you out. He asked me to make sure that you didn't go to bed all tense
and uptight tonight." Miller said it so calmly, so matter of fact,
that Carol was stunned, she stared at him with wide eyes and slowly
shook her head.

Miller ignored the negative movement and reached to take her hand.
Carol saw his hand approaching hers, but she couldn't pull away. She
shivered as his cool flesh descended on hers. The pretty brunette felt
his muscles tighten and she was drawn across the slick seat cover of
the car until she was just inches from him. "You . . . you can't make
me do this with you . . . you know you can't," she whispered. She saw
the reflection of her frightened face in his glasses and was shocked
at how passive and meek she looked.

"Oh honey, I'm not forcing you to do anything," the tall man said
softly. His free hand slipped up and cupped her right breast, his
forearm pressing her back against the seat as he did. "I think that
you need a good fuck, honey, and I'm just the boy to give it to you."
Carol tried to make a sound of protest but he cut her off. "When you
were assigned to us I checked you out. You've been divorced for six
months and you've been separated for eight and no matter how hard I
looked I couldn't find another man. As far as I can tell, you haven't
been speared in at least eight months! I'll bet that cunt of yours is
screaming for meat, isn't it?"

His low voice seemed to bore deep unto her and pluck at her nerves and
her brain. Carol couldn't think clearly. His fingers worked and
squeezed at her firm breast and his words tormented her with the
terrible, demeaning truth!

"Tell me that this doesn't feel good, baby. Tell me that you want me
to let go of your nice, big titty." He was being harsh and crude with
her and Carol ached to scream and hit at him. She wanted to make him
stop taunting her like this, but she couldn't make a sound. She felt
weak and speechless as his one hand mauled her breast and the other
began to slip her skirt up her thighs.

"Lift your ass, honey," Sergeant Willer tugged impatiently at her
skirt and Carol wanted to resist. But even as she tried to make
herself push out the fear she felt, the muscles in her thighs were
flexing and, her rounded body rose clear of the seat long enough for
his hands to pull her skirt over her hips and hook his thumbs in the
elastic band of her panties. Carol looked down at herself just in time
to see her pale blue underwear being pulled down over her shaking
thighs. She stared at the thick bush of her pubic curls framed by her
garter belt and her stockings as if she'd never seen her own naked
pussy before.

The beautiful brunette sank back on the seat. She was going to try one
more time to stop what was happening,, but the man didn't give her a
chance. A thick, hard fingertip wormed its way through her tangled
pubic hair and parted the plump lips of her damp labia. The fingertip
didn't stop until it found the watering throat of her vagina and
stabbed deep into her!

Carol was going to protest, but when her mouth opened she was amazed
and humiliated by the animal sounding groan that tore free of her
throat.. "Auuuuugggggg! ! ! Ohhhhhhhh please!!!" She wasn't even sure
what she was begging for, but Sergeant Miller seemed to know.

She felt his fingers popping open the buttons of her blouse and lay
limp as he jerked it off. She offered no resistance when he pushed her
forward and jerked the clasp of her bra free. When he pulled the limp
cups away from her tits she moaned as his rough hands pulled and
twisted at her dark red nipples until they stood out hard and long
like tiny thumbs. The hand slipped back between her splayed thighs and
Carol whimpered as one finger dug deep into her flesh and his thumb
found her clitoris and strummed hard against it, making the long sleek
muscles of her thighs jerk and flex.

"Well, baby, don't just sit there groaning, get to work." Sergeant
Miller's muttered order confused her and Carol managed to turn her
head and stare at him in utter confusion. The lean officer just shook
his head and reached for her hand with his. Carol watched in silence
as he deliberately put her open palm down over the outline of his
erect penis and pressed. The beautiful young woman felt the hard organ
roll under her palm and even through the thick fabric of his uniform
pants she could feel the heat of his body!

"But . . . I don't want. . . ." Carol's whimper died in her mouth as
she stared at her fingers in amazement. They were working on their
own, she hadn't made any decision but they were fumbling with his
belt, then when that was open, they tugged at the zipper that kept his
hard prick from her. His uniform trousers were open and Carol's
fingers dove into the opening in his shorts. Sergeant Miller's prick
was totally erect and she had a little trouble pulling it free, but
suddenly there it was! Her eager fingers curled around the fat stem
and she squeezed.

"Ohhhh it . . . looks so big," the beautiful woman whispered as she
stared at the wedgeshaped crown, at the white, vein-wreathed shaft
that grew up out of her tight fist. It had always embarrassed Carol to
touch Don. Whenever he'd put her hand on his cock she'd been nervous
and what little desire she felt would turn to disgust. But this was
different somehow. She stared at the drops of lube that rolled down
the satiny flesh of the glans and watched as it dripped down over her
fingers. "What do you want me to do," Carol asked, she felt empty
inside, she had no will to resist him and there was no use in
pretending that she had.

Before he answered her, the tall sergeant let his fingers spin and
twirl inside the tight grip of her vagina, Carol gasped and her body
twisted under the lash of pleasure that washed over her!

"Pump my cock, honey. Get old Jake all hot and ready for this creamy
cunt of yours!!!"

In an instant, Carol's hand was jerking up and down the thick column
of flesh, she loved the feel of his hard gristle and could almost
imagine what it would feel like slipping into her yearning body. She'd
never felt like this in her life. She was afraid and that fear seemed
to act as a special spice that made everything she was doing feel good
and exciting! Carol was suddenly struck by a strange thing, she was
sitting almost totally naked with a man, willingly masturbating him,
and she'd just now learned his first name!

Feeling like a vile, obscene slut, Carol allowed her hips to move in
small circles as she responded to the expert touch of the fingers that
teased and tormented her until she couldn't tell right from wrong any
more.

"Hop up here, kid, hurry!" When he jerked at her and tugged at her
arm, Carol didn't react quick enough, she was whimpering in protest of
the loss of his finger when his hand slapped flat against her
unprotected bottom. The beautiful brunette uttered a short little wail
and hurried, letting him guide her until she sat facing him, her
thighs stretched wide across his. The young woman stared down at the
heavy stalk that lay pressed against his belly and moaned in
anticipation as he pushed her up with one hand and pulled his thick
cock upright with the other.

She didn't need to be told, Carol's beating heart was in her throat as
she shifted her pelvis forward, aiming her wet-sex at the pulpy tip
that glowed a dull red beneath her. As she began to lower herself to
meet the fat invader below her, a crazy thought flitted into her head,
Jake Miller still wore his sunglasses and she was upset because she
wanted to see his eyes.

"Unnnngggggg, Ooooooo it. . . hurts," Carol groaned as the thick cap
of his cock wedged into the tight confines of her vagina. He was so
much larger than Don, she didn't know that a penis could feel like
this! "Ohhhhhh please, don't hurt me," she whispered but Carol wasn't
surprised when the hands on her hips pressed down and she felt her
body expanding inside as she slid down the oiled pole that speared
into her soft, yielding belly!

"Ooooooooo Christ, but you're tight," Jake moaned in her ear.

Carol shivered and couldn't stop the quick jerking motion of her
pelvis as his wet lips searched blindly across her burning breast,
then found a hard, rubbery nipple. He sucked and chewed lightly at the
nub of flesh at the same time that he pushed down again and the
beautiful girl whined as the last of his thick root filled her. She
felt his hard testicles rolling under her velvety buttocks and began
to rub and brush against them like a common whore, trying to make it
nice for the man who was taking her, using her.

That's it, a tiny voice called out in the confusion of her mind. He's
taking me. This is rape, I don't have any choice. That wasn't the real
truth, Carol knew that. But as she bumped and ground her vibrating
body against his, she found it hard to sort out all the pieces. It . .
. it wasn't rape because she hadn't made a single move to stop him. He
hadn't threatened her in any way, yet she was still afraid of him, she
didn't really know how this had happened, but it was happening and
that was all that really mattered!

"Hunnnngg . . . Hooooo, ohhhhh . . . it feels so good," Carol
whispered in the lean man's ear. His arms were around her, holding her
tight against him as his long, thick cock slammed up into her again
and again. He was pressing her hips forward, holding her so that the
hard base of his prick was mashed tight against her clitoris, sending
skyrockets of sensual pleasure bursting in her mind.

"Yeah, honey, that's the way," Jake panted, tearing his mouth away
from her wet nipple. "You're on it now. Fuck, chick, make that tight
snatch of yours chew my cock off at the root ! ! !" One of his hands
slid down her jerking, arching spine and Carol squealed as she felt
his fingers pinching and mauling at her firm buttocks. The little
darts of pain spurred her on and she rammed her body down on him again
and again, until they were both groaning!

His fingers parted her cheeks and Carol's mouth fell open in sick
amazement as a finger wet itself in their mingled juices, then began
to work its way into the tight, puckered opening of her anus!

"Oooooooooo, don't do that. No one has ever touched me there, it's . .
. nasty . . ." Carol whimpered. But Jake ignored her just as she knew
he would and she groaned as she felt the finger pop past the clinched
ring of her sphincter muscle.

A thick, strange sensation flooded her and it mingled with the
pleasure that already bubbled in her veins. Her dark hair whipped
around her face and her head jerked in irregular, spastic circles as
she wailed and bucked!

"Ohhh, God, it's so wrong," the brunette whimpered and sighed. Her
body, tortured by the double penetration, began to vibrate and jerk
uncontrollably. "Whhhhooooooo that's so nasty ! ! !"

"Work for it, bitch," Jake snarled in her ear. Carol heard the tension
in his tone and felt his body stiffen. "Work that nice ass off for it
now!" The sergeant sank his teeth into the tender flesh of her breast
and Carol gasped with pain. She felt his thick prick swell and then
the hot flow of his cum began to bathe her dry and greedy vagina. The
lovely brunette felt his cock greased by his own sperm slip faster,
easier in her, and she couldn't hold back another second, she had to
respond to him!!!

"Nuuuuuunnnggggg ! ! ! Ooooiiiiieee ! ! !" Like wild bolts of
lightning, the waves of her orgasm tore at her, Carol felt herself
rising and spinning, she moaned and screamed as her release left her
insane and babbling as she sat pinned to the man by his spurting cock,
it was her axis, her whole world!

"Hey, welcome to the force, honey. I think you and I can set us up a
nice working relationship," Sergeant Miller said as he pulled up
beside her car in the lot. "Anyway, you know all that it takes to keep
the sergeant happy, don't you ?"

His laughter still stung in the ears of the young brunette as she
leaned wearily against her car and stared after him with dull,
unbelieving eyes.

CHAPTER THREE

Carol sat in her car for a long time and stared at the front door of
the station house. "Come on, baby, move your ass," Sergeant Miller's
voice rang in her ears and she remembered how she'd moaned and sighed
as she raised and lowered her eager body over his thick spear. Even
now she could feel the way that it had spread her, opened her as it's
blunt tip moved up and down the tight glove of her vagina. The
beautiful brunette hadn't slept all night. Twice during the long
morning hours she'd decided to send in her resignation that morning,
but each time her pride came battling back to stop her.

"I will not let them chase me out, I won't!" How many times had she
said that during the night? Carol shook her head tiredly, she just
couldn't make up her mind to go in. Every time that she was ready
she'd hear Miller's demands and feel his punishing staff slam into her
and she would be limp and disoriented again.

"Damn you, Miller," the young woman muttered, "you caught me in a weak
moment last night, but that was last night and I'll shove back if you
try it again!" The sound of her voice reassured her, but Carol knew
deep down that she couldn't resist if he wanted to do that to her
again. She just couldn't!

Aggghhhh, honey, you're as tight as a little girl, lift your legs.
Bits and snatches of what Miller had said and done to her last night
kept wiggling in, confusing her. Carol looked at her watch and
realized that she was almost late. A sudden burst of defiance brought
her back again. "Goddamn all of you. I'll show you. You can't put me
on the run, no matter how hard you try!"

Before she could think again, Carol was out of the car and stepping
quickly toward the door. Each step that she took made the beautiful
girl feel better, stronger. Things were going to be just fine, she
could handle them!

"Check me out with a black and white," Carol snapped, but then she saw
that it was Officer Brown behind the desk and her knees began to shake
as she remembered the smooth climb of his hand up her stockinged thigh
and the flames began to smoulder between her thighs.

Brown looked up in surprise at her agressive stance.

"Well? Come on pretty boy, give me the keys and let me go or I'll tell
Miller and he might just spank you for being a naughty, lazy boy!"

The handsome man blushed and Carol felt better. She fought against the
sweet feel of arousal as he wrote her name on a check list and handed
over the keys. Carol paused and felt daring and brave. "What's your
problem, Brown? Do you have to take every woman to Daddy Miller for
the stamp of approval before you can get a share?"

Carol strode out, a great feeling carried her through the door and
into the squad lot. The vision of the pretty young man staring at her
in obvious embarrassment did wonders for her battered self respect.

It wasn't until she had the car on the street that Carol's feeling of
triumph began to crumble around the edges. So I managed to shoot down,
one of the little people. I could never do that with Miller or the
Lieutenant, they'd chop me down.!

Carol found herself thinking of the tall, rumpled looking
Watch-Commander and her thoughts made the beautiful woman squirm on
the seat. She thought of the way that his big prick had strained
against his fly when he stared at her and that sparked memories of the
slick, maddening movements of another man's thick stem inside her
body. In seconds the hungry flames in her damp pussy were roaring and
licking at her tight sheath again!

Things were going well, Carol had managed to force her mind back to
business and she was rolling right along. So far, everyone was in
their place and ready. Carol had made her first stops and found
everyone on duty. The fifth name on her list was Jim Phillips. For a
moment, the lovely young brunette's mind drew a blank: Then she
remembered him, a tall, shifty looking teen-ager.

For a moment, Carol thought of how the boy's hooded eyes worked back
and forth over her body when they met yesterday. The boy had been
trying to sneak quick peeks at her without her knowing what he was
doing. That was another thing about the guard situation that bothered
her. Some of the guards were students themselves, boys from the high
school who were let off for an extra hour in the afternoon to help.
She wished that all her guards were adults, but realized that she was
lucky to get the boys.

Driving slowly, Carol drifted up against the curb and let the motor
die, her dark eyes were on the tall, slender boy as he led a group of
children across the street. He did that well enough and she knew that
she really didn't have anything to complain about, but that uneasy,
nervous feeling at the back of her neck came back whenever she thought
about Jimmy Phillips and his hungry eyes.

As he walked back across the street, the boy noticed her. Carol saw
his sleepy-eyed smile cross his face and braced herself as he walked
toward her. Despite her best intentions she found herself staring at
the tight crotch of the boy's jeans, searching for the lump of  his
penis!

"Good morning, boss, making the rounds?"

Carol was vaguely upset by the boy's casual self assurance. He stood
close to the car, then bent down, resting his arm against hers on the
frame.

For a few moments, Carol couldn't move. Jimmy wore a short sleeved
shirt and the feel of his warm flesh against hers held her paralyzed.
Then the pretty young policewoman caught the direction of his glance
and jerked her arm away to cover her breasts as they began to tingle
and grow more firm under her bra, the pressure of her arm only made
the situation feel worse and she gripped at the wheel as she fought to
keep the filthy thoughts out of her mind.

"Yes . . . Jim I'm . . . just checking, I do it twice a day." Carol
felt foolish and awkward as she stammered and mumbled. He knew what
her schedule was as well as she did!

"Yeah, that's right, you come around in the afternoon too. If I'm done
by then, you could give me a ride back. You wouldn't mind that, would
you Miss Davis?" There was a strange, purring sound in his voice and
Carol felt a warm glowing in her belly in response to the sound. She
squeezed her thighs together as the warmth rekindled the fires in her
belly.

"Ohhh . . . I . . . no I suppose it would be all right, Jim . . . if I
come by at that time," Carol said breathlessly. She felt embarrassed
and trapped as she fidgeted behind the wheel. A small group of
children arrived at the corner and the lovely brunette pointed at
them, glad for the chance to change the subject.

"I think you'd best get back to your job, Jimmy," Carol said, in the
strongest business first voice she could manage. The boy glanced at
the children and nodded. He turned back to her and gave her another
disturbing smile before he stood up. Carol couldn't stop her eyes and
she found herself staring intently at the long outline of his penis
before he stepped away.

Carol's hand shook slightly as she turned the key and the engine came
to life. She was angry with herself as she pulled away from the curb.
Jimmy heard the car and waved at her as she passed. Despite her anger
and shame, she found herself waving back.

By the time that she got to the last stop, Carol had managed to gain
control of herself again. Mrs. Ables was on the far side of the
street, talking to a teenaged boy. For a long moment Carol stared at
the two, Doris Abels was standing very close to the boy and there was
something about the way that the small blonde had her hand on his
shoulder that upset the beautiful policewoman.

At last the boy nodded and walked away. Doris stood staring after him
for a moment, then she turned and headed for the car.

"Hi, how's your first day going?" Doris smiled and. slipped into the
car beside her. Carol couldn't think of anything witty or clever so
she simply shrugged and smiled. Doris nodded and patted her hand.
Carol was a bit surprised at the woman's familiarity but she seemed so
natural and real that Carol couldn't be offended.

"I know, dear, believe me. It's hard going when you're on a new job,"
the small woman said. "But this is a good job for you, just think of
all the side benefits you can cash in on."

Carol stared at Doris. She didn't have the faintest idea what she
meant. "I . . . I don't understand, Mrs. Abels, what `side benefits'?"
The little woman cocked her head in Carol's direction and a sly grin
crossed her face.

"Oh my dear, of course you understand. Look, let's be friends, okay?"
Carol had a funny feeling in her belly, but she nodded just the same.
"All right, I'm talking about all the young studs we can meet on a job
like this. Now I do fine, but with your looks and the way that you get
around, you should be able to find enough hard young cock to keep you
busy day and night!"

"Mrs. Abels! Are you saying that I would . . . with these boys?" Carol
felt her face burn as a vivid blush covered it, she would have tried
to get out of the car but Doris caught her hand and held her tight,
forcing her to listen.

"Whoa honey, don't be shocked," the pert little woman said. Carol
thought she could hear amusement in the voice and was angry. "Well
darling," Doris purred, inching a bit closer as she spoke. "If you're
not making it with at least one of these kids now, you will be! Now
stop acting like that and be honest with me."

Carol wanted to pull away, but she felt an evil, eager curiosity about
what Doris would say next, so she sat very still and waited.

Doris caught the change in Carol's attitude and relaxed her grip on
the younger woman's wrist. "That's better, now you listen to me, and
don't interrupt." The older woman's brittle blue eyes flicked over her
as another grin curved her lips. "When I was your age I was uptight,
Carol, just the way you seem to be now. I had all those dirty little
fantasies that embarrassed the hell out of me and I tried to pretend
that they weren't there and drove myself batty doing it."

Doris settled back a bit and her eyes looked dreamy and far away. "I
was half out of my mind back then, I'd go around in a constant state
of arousal and hated myself for it. I tried to be content with my
husband, but it was hard. Then, one lonely afternoon I invited our
paper boy in for a Coke and before I knew it, that little stud was on
top of me and reaming me out with a very man-sized cock!!!"

Carol knew that she was staring, but she couldn't tear her eyes away
from the blonde's face as she continued with her lewd story. "After
that afternoon I was in heaven, dear. I was nice to my husband, I sang
and whistled as I took care of the house because I knew that no matter
how tense and jittery I got I'd have a nice stiff prick in me before
nightfall! Then I met some other boys, through my paperboy, and pretty
soon my mornings were filled too!"

The little woman turned and stared boldly at Carol, her eyes were
direct and prying into her. "Am I embarrassing you, dear?" Before
Carol could answer, Doris went on. "If I am, I'm sorry, but I think
its something you should hear. Since that afternoon I've had a ball my
dear. I've never been tense or upset, I've been with some of the most
enchanting boys you've ever seen and if you haven't spent a lazy
afternoon giving some lovely young kid his first blow job you don't
know what you're missing!"

"I've never heard anything so . . . awful in my whole life!" Carol was
shocked by the harsh tone of her voice, but it didn't bother Doris.

"Darling, that's exactly what I would have said back then, but can't
you see what I'm trying to tell you?"

Carol shook her head in bewilderment.

"Boys are wonderful, managable lovers, girl. They stay hard forever
and they can go on and on! Believe me, you need someone like that, I
can hear your dainty little pussy snapping from over here!"

The beautiful brunette stiffened, her hands gripped the wheel so tight
that her fingers ached. "That's not true," Carol managed to whisper,
but even as she said it she could feel the tiny muscles in her love
sheath pulling tight and feel the moisture seeping out.

Doris Abel grinned and nodded again, a pink tongue darted out and
licked at her lips, leaving them wet and shiny. "I know just the boy
for you to practice with. You know him, Jimmy Phillips?"

Carol stared at the pretty little woman in guilty surprise. She
shuddered and had to force herself to be still. Doris saw the reaction
and inched closer, her voice dropped to a husky whisper.

"Sure you know him. I can see it written on your face. He's just the
boy for you, he has a lovely long prick that can drive you mad as it
worms around in you. Relax and just let it happen."

Doris' voice was so low that Carol had to focus directly on her lips
to make sure that she was hearing everything, there was something
hypnotic about watching those sensuous lips as she formed the words.
Carol felt her moral fences falling with each passing second.

"Just think of what it would feel like dear, just imagine laying on a
nice wide bed and letting him spread your legs and slip up until you
can feel that fat, hard knob rubbing against your clit!"

The filthy image was so real that Carol heard herself moan and felt
her thighs straining against her skirt as they tried to part. Doris
smiled and patted her hand as she went on.

"Jimmy's a devil, dear. He'll hold it just at the start until you beg
him to do it. There's something so hot and bitchy about having to
beg to be fucked, it makes me wet just thinking about it!"

The obscene words burned in her brain and Carol sighed unhappily as
she felt fresh drops of her juices squirt out and wet the swelling
folds of her labia.

"Oooo, darling, I can tell it turns you on too," the little blonde
whispered. Out of the corner of her eye, Carol could see Doris
squirming on the seat and knew that the motion of her bottom was
making her sex rub and pinch inside her panties.

"Baby, you need what I'm talking about. I can tell because you're just
the way I was when I was your age. Cut loose, dear, you'll be so happy
that you did. Just imagine a hard young prick in you right now and
keep on thinking about it."

Carol made a whimpering sound and fought against the impulse to pull
her skirt up and jam a finger into herself! She didn't really want to
masturbate, but she had to find some relief ! ! !

"Ohhhh . . . there he is," Doris cooed and Carol looked up to see the
boy that the older woman had been talking to earlier standing on the
corner. "Honey, I've got to go, that's my target for the morning.
We're going to drive up into the park and I'm going to teach him how
good it is to put his fat young dong in my tight little ass ! ! !"

Carol stared at the little blonde, she felt the horror and the filthy
excitement squirming in her as the full impact of what she'd said hung
in the air between them. Doris wiggled back to the door and slipped
out, pausing only long enough to say one last tormenting thing. "Like
they used to say in that commercial, try it, you'll like it!"

Long after Doris and the boy had left, Carol sat staring vacantly
ahead. Inside her shapely body a war was being fought. Lust and need
battered and slammed against her moral barricades and they were
falling away. Beaten, Carol let one hand slip away from the wheel and
crept up under her short skirt. "Ohhhh, I'm all wet," she murmured as
a finger forced inside her panties and found her slippery groove. Her
clitoris was hard and ready. "Oooo noooo, she's wrong, so wrong,"
Carol whimpered as her mind manufactured one lewd moment after
another. She couldn't stop the sharp, pelvic jerks of her hips as she
imagined a firm young cock slipping into her, but she couldn't see the
boy's face. It wasn't Jimmy, but she couldn't tell who it was.

"Agggh, so hard," Carol whimpered, "go on . . . unnngg ! ! ! Ahhh ! !
!" The young brunette's body jerked as her orgasm turned the frothing
lube of her sex to steam ! ! ! "Aaaiiiieee ! ! !"

CHAPTER FOUR

Hands shaking badly, Carol daubed and pressed at the slippery mess
between her thighs with a wadded tissue. Each time that she pressed
against her still erect clitoris, the beautiful young woman shivered
as sharp after-shocks of her orgasm rattled her and told her that the
awful lust inside wanted more!!!

Carol had to use both hands on the wheel as she drove away from the
shady corner. She was ashamed and frightened by what she'd done. What
if she'd been seen? What would have happened if someone had walked
past and caught her doing a filthy thing like that?

She didn't really know where she was going. She drove mechanically
while her mind worked on what was happening between Doris and that
boy. She imagined the fat crown of a cock forcing into a tight little
anus and became so excited that she accidently bit her tongue!

It wasn't until she'd turned the corner and saw the boy walking down
the sidewalk that she realized that she was back on her route and that
the boy was one of her guards.

When the black and white pulled alongside of him the handsome boy
looked startled and a bit nervous, until he saw Carol behind the
wheel. Then he smiled and walked toward her.

Carol's brain was working feverishly, trying to match a name to the
dark haired boy's face, then it came to her. "Hello, Terry, how did
your shift go?"

"Fine, Miss Davis, I was just headed home, no trouble at all today."
When he smiled at her, Carol saw his white, even teeth and remembered
his last name-White, that was it, Terry White! Then his words sank in
and she was puzzled.

"Home? I thought you went to school young man, why are you going home
at this time of the morning?"

Terry grinned again, making Carol's heated groin tighten. "Oh I'm a
senior, Miss Davis. I don't have classes every period. Today I don't
have to be there until this afternoon." As he spoke, Carol saw the
handsome boy's dark eyes dart down to her legs and she flushed when
she realized how high her skirt had ridden up her legs and how much
thigh there was for him to see. But it was strange, she usually
resented being stared at. But this boy's gaze pleased her, made her
feel warm and womanly.

Carol was amazed when she heard her voice echoing in her ears. She
didn't even know that she was going to speak until she heard it!
"Well, hop in, I'll give you a lift," she said and felt a tiny chill
of excitement working in her belly as he instantly opened the door and
sat beside her.

Terry gave her directions and Carol started the car; even as she
pulled away she was aware of the boy's sideways glances and the
smouldering sensation between her thighs got worse! Doris' words
bubbled and seethed in her brain as she drove....just imagine a hard
young prick in you right now . . . ." Turning her head slightly, Carol
caught Terry's face in profile and she suddenly realized that he was
the boy in her fantasy. His face fit the body that she'd daydreamed
about when she played with herself!

"I . . . I don't have anything to do for a while, myself." Carol felt
clumsy and awkward. She was ashamed of the dirty thoughts that were
tormenting her, but she couldn't make herself stop. "Would you like to
drive somewhere and . . . talk?"

"Sure, that'd be great," Terry answered quickly. Carol nodded and
drove on. She'd never been so bold in her life and she didn't know
what to say or do next!

"There's a road on your right. It goes up to that stand of trees on
the hill," Terry said. His voice sounded so strange that Carol had to
look at him to see what was wrong. Terry's eyes flicked away from her
body as she turned, but Carol knew he'd been staring at her again and
she couldn't miss seeing the distinct lump growing behind his fly.

They didn't speak as she drove up the shady street. At the top, Carol
saw a faint trail going around the trees and followed it. When the
nervous brunette stopped, she could see that they were completely out
of sight of the street.

Terry turned a bit on the seat, letting his arm drop down as he tried
to cover his growing erection. "There used to be an old house up here,
but they tore it down," the boy mumbled as he tried not to stare at
her.

Carol didn't respond right away. She felt the excitement flowing
through her and a sudden reckless feeling came over her. "It's a
lovely place, Terry," she said softly. "Do you bring your girlfriends
up here?" She tried to make the question sound like a joke, but even
then she saw Terry flush and knew that she'd scored a bulls-eye.
"Uhhhhh . . . sometimes, Miss Davis . . . I guess it wasn't such a
good idea. We can take off if you want." Carol saw the confusion and
the embarrassment on his face and she suddenly felt calm and poised.
He was just a boy, there was nothing to fear from a boy.

"It's all right, Terry. I know you didn't mean anything by bringing me
up here," Carol said in a soft voice. She turned toward him, allowing
her legs to part a bit, giving him a better view of her long, rounded
thighs.

Just seeing the boy's confusion made Carol more confident. She heard a
voice in her mind arguing against what she was doing, but she refused
to listen and brushed it aside.

"It's all right if you want to stare at me, Terry," Carol said. Her
heart was hammering inside of her and she felt dizzy and lightheaded.

The boy looked startled and then embarrassed and jerked his eyes away
from her thighs. Carol saw the hot flush cover his face, saw his ears
turning red and felt sorry for him. Acting on human sympathy, the
beautiful woman reached out and held the boys hand as she spoke to
him.

"I'm sorry, Terry . . . I really didn't mean to make you feel bad like
this." The boy still didn't turn back to her and she felt the small
seed of panic growing in her chest; she was losing him! "I . . . meant
what I said, dear . . . it's all right if you want to look at me."

Slowly the handsome boy's head turned and his dark eyes searched hers.
Carol tried to smile, but the effort failed and she felt naked and
helpless before him.

"I . . . I'm sorry, Miss Davis, I guess I was staring at you . . . but
I just couldn't help it. You're so . . . pretty that I . . ." His
voice trailed off and he looked so miserable and embarrassed that
Carol felt warm and protective toward him.

"It's all right, Terry," the beautiful woman murmured as she tugged
gently at his hand. A new, stronger hunger was worming inside of her
and Carol was amazed at how good it made her feel. There was no
hesitation, no shame and no fear in her. For the first time in her
entire life the beautiful young woman felt no restrictions holding her
back, no barriers between herself and what she wanted.

"Thank you, dear. I'm glad that you think I'm pretty, it makes me feel
good to know that." She let her fingers trail across the back of the
boy's hand and marveled at her boldness. She'd never felt so cool, so
confident with a man in her life. But then Terry wasn't a man, he was
just a boy and she could handle a boy.

Terry turned back to face her. His ears and cheeks were still red but
Carol sensed a new confidence in him, also. "I think you're the
prettiest woman I've ever met, Miss Davis, honest!" The boy responded
to the tug she gave his wrist and moved toward her. Carol couldn't
wait any longer and she moved to meet him in the middle of the seat.
His arm pressed against her firm breasts and she made a tiny sound in
her throat as she wet her panties with her juices.

"My, you are . . . excited aren't you," the young woman murmured as
she allowed her greedy eyes to drift over his groin, over the
straining tent that his hard prick was making behind his fly.

Terry followed the direction of her gaze and would have covered his
embarrassing erection with his hand if she hadn't stopped him. "No,
Terry, it's . . . nice to know that looking at me makes you feel like
that. I understand." When the boy's worried eyes crossed with hers,
Carol couldn't stand the tension and looked away. She felt weak and
vulnerable. She couldn't stand it if he said or did anything gross
now. Things were going as fast as she could stand it and she hoped
that he would be calm and let her lead the way. 

The boy must have received her tortured brain waves, because he didn't
make a sound, didn't attempt to touch her at all, he just sat there,
staring at her with his deep, chocolate brown eyes.

"Terry, . . . sometimes I feel so lonely . . . can I count on you to
be my friend?" Carol didn't dare look at his face, instead she stared
intently at the enticing bulge in his trousers. "I need someone that I
can trust, someone that I can . . . be honest with."

"I . . . you can count on me, Miss Davis," Terry whispered.

Carol could hear the sincerity in his voice and the last of her
reservations stretched and finally snapped, leaving her emotionally
naked in front of the handsome boy.

"You have to understand that I could . . . get in trouble, lose my
job, if anyone found out about you and I.... being friends," she said,
still skirting the outright truth. "Do you understand what I mean?"

Before the beautiful boy could say a word, Carol moved. Her hand fell
away from his wrist and landed directly on top of the taut fabric of
his jeans. She could feel his cock twitch and jerk as she pressed
against it and the motion sent tremors of ugly, animal desire up and
down her spine.

"Oh, Jesus, Miss Davis!" Terry's agonized groan stabbed deep into
Carol's senses and she could almost feel his terrible, urgent need.
When the boy pressed down on her hand, forcing her fingers up against
the hard gristle of his cock, she made no attempt to pull away, she
let him guide her, show her how her touch made him shiver and groan.

"Terry, please, do you understand what would happen if anyone ever
found out about this?" Carol felt a sudden surge of panic. The
situation was getting out of hand and she tried to pull away, but it
had already gone too far. Terry held her hand pressed against his
quivering erection and with his free hand he pulled her even closer to
him. Carol tried to struggle, but she felt weak and unable to free
herself from him.

"I won't tell anyone, Miss Davis. Honest, I won't tell," the handsome
boy whispered to her, his lips brushing her neck and her sensitive ear
as he did. Something snapped inside of her and Carol felt the last
threads of her common sense falling away from her. She stopped
struggling and began to stroke and massage at the straining bulge in
his tight jeans.

Terry let go of her hand and fumbled with his zipper. At first it
wouldn't unlock and Carol found herself whimpering with frustration as
she tried to help. There was a soft, rasping sound and the front of
his jeans fell open.

"Ohhhhhhh, Terry," the beautiful brunette breathed as his rigid stalk
snapped free of the restraint and into her waiting palm. "Darling,
don't you ever wear underwear? Terry didn't speak. The only sound that
escaped him was the low moan that he made as her eager thumb and
forefinger tightened around his turgid shaft and began to jerk up and
down. Carol's eyes were glued to the bulbous red cap and the slit at
the top that wept sticky tears of his lubricant. For some strange
reason, she found herself thinking about that filthy movie she'd seen
and of the blonde girl sucking and nibbling at that man's bloated
prong. The beautiful young woman was repelled by the thought of oral
sex but even so, she couldn't keep herself from thinking about it!

Terry groaned again and his hips began to jerk as Carol lovingly
masturbated him. For the first time in her life she felt no shame or
guilt as she played with the boy's excited prick. Doing a thing like
this for Don had sickened her. There had been a guilty, shamed
excitement about touching Sergeant Miller like this, but now the feel
of Terry's hard rammer rubbing against her palm pleased her and made
her feel good!

The beautiful young woman fondled the boy's silky prong as she
whispered to him, "Ooooo, Terry, you have such a beautiful prick! I
love touching you." The boy caught her unspoken invitation and without
a word, his hands began to move on her. One shaking hand slid down to
her thigh and shyly began to move up the silky fabric of her stocking.
When he felt no resistance, Terry's other hand boldly slipped up under
a breast and squeezed firmly. Carol was shocked by the powerful jolt
of pleasure that his firm grip produced in her and squealed softly.
For an instant the young brunette stiffened out of habit, but then she
sighed happily and let her lush body sag up against his palm. As she
pressed the firm mound of her flesh against the boy, she moved her
thighs further apart so that he could slip his other hand up under her
skirt.

"Oh, darling," Carol whispered, trying to hurry the hand that was
creeping so slowly up her quivering thigh, "Please, Terry, touch me
there! Ohhhh, I want you to do that for me. Please, honey!"

Terry was so awkward and unsure of himself that Carol thought that
she'd go mad if he didn't hurry! Using her free hand, the sighing.
wiggling woman unbuttoned her own blouse and pushed his warm fingers
inside the overflowing cup of her bra. She felt the fingers brushing
against a hard, tingling nipple and groaned happily.

The other hand had reached the swollen outline of her vulva and the
lovely woman couldn't stop the obscene, demanding movements of her
hips as she ground her sex against his hand, forcing the boy to rub
and tease her throbbing clitoris.

"Agggghhhh God, it's so wrong, darling," Carol moaned as she
frantically jerked at his hard young cock. "It's wrong, but I can't
help myself. Undress, darling. Hurry and take off all your clothes!!!"

Terry made a low, growling sound in his throat as he nodded and began
to tear at the buttons of his shirt.

Ooooo, I'm burning up, Carol moaned to herself as she tossed her
blouse aside then unhooked her straining bra. This is insane, I'll be
finished if we get caught. Everything that I've ever wanted and worked
for will be ruined if we get caught. But she saw Terry's dark, burning
eyes devouring her naked breasts and the sensous pleasure that his
gaze gave her blotted out any other thought that tried to make itself
heard in her whirling brain.

It was hard to undress in the cramped front seat, but the naked boy
who knelt before her spurred her on. Carol felt the deep muscular
contractions in her wet, tight sheath and the sensation fanned alive
the flames of a new and animal lust that drove her on! She managed to
tug her wet panties down her thighs and off one foot. Her skirt was
rolled up over her shaking belly as she lay back, parting her shapely
thighs for him, inviting him to take her!

Without ever taking her eyes from Terry's thick, upright stalk, Carol
opened her arms as she whispered to him. "Ohh come, sweetheart. Slip
up here and I'll show you how. Please, Terry I've got to feel you
inside of me, I can't wait any longer!"

The boy fell forward on her, almost knocking the breath from her as he
began to make frenzied coital movements before he even touched her.
Carol felt his firm meat slapping and rubbing against her soft belly,
leaving wet tracks on her flesh with his leaking glans. She moaned
happily as she clutched and whispered at him.

"Wait, Oooooo, darling, wait. You're not in me yet! Aggghhh ! ! !
That's lovely, darling, but let me show you first." At last she
managed to get him stopped. Her fist gripped the slippery penis firmly
as she forced it down between the drooling folds of her cunt. She
shuddered as the pulpy tip mashed against her pulsating clitoris than
lodged in the elastic throat of her vagina.

Terry felt the solid, sucking grip of her sheath and snorted. He shook
free of her hugging grip and lunged forward. "Unnnngggg ! ! ! Oh my
god!!! Ohhh, Terry," Carol screamed in a thin, breathless voice as his
probe slipped into her to the hilt, stretching her, forcing her to
accept all of him in one painful, lovely stroke!!!

"Jesus, I never knew, I never knew it would feel like this," Terry
groaned as instinct guided him. He pulled back a little then rammed
forward again, making Carol's stocking clad thighs jerk upward with
the impact. Carol's cloudy eyes focused for a moment on her limp
panties that flapped from one elevated foot and she was vaguely
troubled when she realized that she'd been so greedy for him that she
hadn't stopped long enough to take her shoes off !

"Go slow, darling," the beautiful woman groaned, her long fingers dug
into Terry's firm, muscular buttocks. "Don't go so fast, you'll cum
too soon. Make it last, sweet boy, make it last forever!" But Carol
couldn't stop him, the handsome boy was groaning and sobbing over her
as his man-sized cock thrust and battered at her upturned vulva. Carol
felt beaten and broken by the delicious pole of flesh that pinned her
to the seat, that dominated her completely!

"Unnnnggggggg . . . ohhhhhh yesssssss ! ! !" Carol's strangled cry
echoed around them, she squirmed and lifted, helping him work his fat
dong in and out, the hard, hairy root scrubbed at her clitoris and she
was amazed to realize that she was about to cum herself.
"Ahhhhhhnnnnnggg . . . . Ooooooo . . . Aiiiiieeeee ! ! !"

Her bucking, screaming climax was too much for the groaning boy, Carol
felt Terry's rigid cock swell inside of her then burst, sending hot
gysers of cum into her. She shuddered and moaned as the sobbing boy
emptied the contents of his virgin testicles into her frothing,
grinding cunt. She groaned and clamped down on him, using her strong
inner muscles to suck and milk at his spouting penis, drawing out
every thick drop of sperm that she could.

They lay still for a thousand years. Carol felt herself drifting in
slow, beautiful circles, propelled by the firm heartbeat of the boy,
who lay so deliciously heavy between her thighs, but then he spoke and
shattered her dream, bringing her back to cold reality.

"Ohhhh, Miss Davis, I'm gonna do this to you every day, I'm never
gonna get enough of you!"

"Oh, dear God," Carol's tortured conscience moaned. "Oh God, what have
I done?"

CHAPTER FIVE

Carol fidgited on the couch in her living room and tried desperately
to concentrate on the television, but each time that she relaxed, she
would find herself back in the car with Terry and her thirsty body
would begin to glow and her love sheath would squeeze and twist inside
of her until she was ready to scream!

"No, I won't think about that," the beautiful young woman whispered
fiercely as she jumped to her feet. "It was wrong and I can't let it
happen again," she told herself. But as she began to pace back and
forth across the living room floor, the satiny material of her robe
brushed lightly across the naked flesh under it and that sent sharp,
erotic sensations to her brain, sparking a fresh set of dirty, lewd
memories to torment her!

Carol stared around the empty house. She'd been so pleased to find it
and had taken such care in decorating it, but now she felt trapped in
its loneliness. Memories of her ex-husband flitted through her mind
and as much as she'd grown to dislike him it was only her pride that
kept her from calling him and begging him to come to her.

The beautiful policewoman stopped pacing long enough to stare through
the bedroom door at her lonely bed and she started guiltily when she
realized that she was thinking of how lovely it would be to take Terry
in there and close the door on the whole world! For a moment, Carol
lost control again and pretended that the handsome boy was poised
between her spread thighs. She moaned softly as a thick trickle of
warm fluid oozed out of her puffing labia and smeared across the silky
flesh of her thighs!

 
"Ohhh, you filthy slut," Carol angrily hissed at herself as she
hurried into the bathroom to wipe away the evidence of her animal
reaction. As she scrubbed at the tender flesh of her inner thighs she
stared at herself in the mirror, searching for some evidence of the
shame that she knew she should be feeling. But there was no sign. All
she saw was her smooth, pretty face and troubled eyes. Being in the
bathroom reminded her of how she'd hurried home in the afternoon and
savagely scrubbed herself, trying to make her heated body forget the
obscene needs that had tortured her ever since she'd dropped Terry off
near his home. Her whole day had been spent trying to stop the
feelings and the thoughts that had kept her in a nervous, rattled mood
but nothing helped and here she was, so lonely and desperate that she
would even accept Sergeant Miller again, if he would only call!

The beautiful young divorcee had just come out of the bath when the
sudden, shrill ring of the doorbell caught her and froze her in
mid-stride. She stared fixedly at the door as if she could see through
it if she only tried hard enough. The bell rang again and the strident
sound scraped at her jangled nerves, she was moving toward the door
before she realized what she was doing.

"Who . . . who's there?" Carol whispered through the door, aware of
the awful hammering of her heart. A deep voice answered her, but she
couldn't catch the name. "Who is it? Please talk louder."

"Bixby, Officer Davis, Lieutenant Bixby, I'd like to talk to you."
Carol was surprised, almost shocked. Bixby was the last person she
would have expected to be at her door. The woman's hand patted
nervously at her dark hair as the other hand turned the latch to
let the big man in.

"I didn't see you this afternoon after your shift," Bixby said as he
followed Carol into the room. "I always like to talk to a new officer
and see if they're having any problems." He smiled at her and Carol
suddenly realized how much she liked the look of his battered, broken
nosed face, he was almost handsome.

"That-was . . . very thoughtful, Lieutenant. I . . . I didn't have any
problems, things went very well." He grinned at her and sat back on
the couch, he made no effort to hide the fact that he was looking at
her and, for the first time, Carol remembered that she was stark naked
under the thin dressing robe!

"Look, its after duty hours. The, other men call me Jake then, why
don't you?"

Carol felt her cheeks flush and she turned as if to go into the
kitchen, she wanted to hide the fact that she was blushing, this was
no time to act like a school girl.

"Can I make you a drink or something . . . Jake?" She glanced at him
but he shook his head and smiled at her. Carol just stood there
feeling clumsy and foolish as the big man's eyes moved deliberately
over her, his eyes made the nerves crawl under her skin!

"Look, if my coming here has upset you or you're expecting someone I
could leave." Carol saw that he was being sincere and she relaxed a
little.

"No, its nothing like that Lieutenant . . . Jake. I guess I'm just not
used to having company." To mask her confusion, Carol moved around the
coffee table and sat on the couch. Not close to him, but near enough
for polite conversation.

Suddenly Jake's face took on a serious expression. "Carol, I had
another reason for coming by tonight. I had to ask you something and
didn't want to discuss it at the station." Carol felt a little chill
stab at her belly, but she didn't say anything. "Has Sergeant Miller
given you any . . . trouble?" The young woman saw that he was
embarrassed and liked him for that.

"Uhhh . . . no . . ." she said in a hesitant voice, letting him read
between the lines. "No real trouble." Jake stared at her with shrewd
eyes and nodded slowly.

"Miller's an efficient cop, but sometimes he . . . steps over the
line, especially with women." Jake's gaze dropped away from hers.
Carol was watching him intently and when she saw a faint widening of
his eyes she looked down at herself to see what surprised him.

"Ohhh ! ! ! . . ." Carol breathed in surprise. The folds of her robe
had fallen open and one full breast was peeking out! The young
brunette felt numb. She knew that she should close the robe, but she
couldn't make herself do it, her dark eyes moved up Jakes's face and
their gazes met and locked.

The big man gave her a strangely tender smile as he slowly stood up
and crossed the few feet that separated them. The brunette watched him
come as if she was in a trance. Jake stood impossibly tall over her
and Carol had to crane her neck to be able to see her face. A big hand
reached down and caught hers and the trembling young woman made a
whimpering sound as she was pulled to her feet.

"Damn, but you're beautiful," Jake whispered, his big fingers running
back and forth over the sensitive flesh of her inner wrist. "I think
you'd better show me where your bedroom is, honey, because I'm going
to have to fuck you in just a few seconds and it will be nicer for the
both of us in the sack!"

Carol stared at him. She couldn't speak. She knew that she should tell
him to leave, but the words wouldn't come out of her tight throat,
then she heard her robe rustle and looked around in shock as her
trembling finger pointed to the open door of her bedroom!

Strong hands gripped her shoulders and turned her around. Carol felt
like a child as she was gently pushed forward. Inside her mind, the
young woman's outraged moral sense yammered as her to resist, but the
rest of her refused to listen. Each step she took was easier as the
need in her belly gnawed at her.

"Honey, I've had a hard-on since the first moment I saw you. I just
have to do something about it," Jake whispered in her ear. Carol
shuddered as hands loosened the belt to her robe and pulled the folds
apart. He stood behind her and used both big hands to hold and massage
her burning breasts. He caught both nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers, and pulled at them, making Carol moan and forcing her
rounded hips to jerk and wiggle in ecstasy.

"Unnnnhhhh!!!" Her throaty moan shocked Carol, but the shock wasn't
enough to keep her from doing it again, as rough fingers squeezed and
milked at her firm, red-spiked breasts. Jake pressed up against her
and the excited woman felt his hard staff pressing against the soft
flesh of her buttocks. She groaned as her hips pressed back against
him and she lewdly rubbed his erection with her bottom. 

"Jake? We hardly know each other," Carol moaned in a last, feeble
attempt to stop him. But she knew that he would ignore what she said.
She wanted him to ignore her and take her!

As an answer, a hand left her tingling breast and worked down over the
firm plane of her belly until a fingertip worked through the dark
tangle of hair that protected her mons and hooked into her damp gash,
the rough skin mashing her swollen love knot until she thought she
would scream with pleasure!

"Ahhhh, baby, you're all wet and ready for me," Jake murmured in her
ear. "You and I know each other. Your wet little snatch knows what my
cock needs and that's all we have to know so let's not play `not on
the first date' games with each other." Carol heard a certain
roughness and determination in his voice and the sound thrilled her.
She felt her thighs shake as she parted them even further so that he
could slip his wet finger in and out of her greedy pussy. Then the
finger forced its way into her tight, slick vagina and lifted and
twisted, forcing her to make vulgar moaning and grunting sounds as it
fanned the flames even higher!

Carol felt him jerk the robe from her and stood passively as he
stripped her naked. "Lay down, baby, I'll be there in a second," Jake
whispered as he gave her a shove. Carol staggered to the bed and fell
on it. She lay on her back, her dark eyes locked on the big man as he
hurriedly stripped before her.

"You are one of the most beautiful chicks I've ever seen," Jake sighed
as he stood by the bed. Carol barely heard him, her eyes were slowly
moving up and down the powerful cock that stood hard and tall against
his belly. She stared at his fat, hairy balls and then moved up the
gnarled vein roped shaft until. she came to the spade-shaped crown. He
frightened her. She stared at the huge machine that loomed over her
and realized that she'd never seen a man so big, much less let one
like that take her.

"Oooo, it's too big. I could never . . ." Carol's whimper died as he
took one of her limp hands and fitted her weak fingers around the
thick, pulsating shaft. Without being told to do it, her other hand
crept up to join the first and she gripped at him as if she was
holding a bat. It was even worse now, just looking at it had
frightened her but feeling the monster moving and jerking between her
hands terrified her. She felt more and more of her juices squirt out
of her as the terror added an awful spice to her arousal.


"No, baby," the big man crooned. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. You
can take it, you'll see." Slowly Carol's hands moved up and down the
wrist-thick trunk as he put his knees up on the bed and knelt over
her. For a moment, she didn't understand what he planned to do. But
then she felt his fingers in her hair and realized that he was pulling
her face up to his huge glans!

"Noooooo, I don't do that, Jake. Please, its dirty and I can't . . ."

Carol's voice faded to a whisper as she found herself sitting upright
on the bed, the strong hand pressed her forward until she felt her
full lips brushing against the velvet flesh of the crown. She heard
the determination and the frustration in the big man's voice and felt
the cruel shake he gave her head as he pressed her even closer, making
her kiss the slick cap against her will.

"Shut up, Carol, don't play virgin games with me. Goddamn it, woman,
if you've never sucked a cock before you'll learn now! Open your mouth
and suck it ! ! !" Carol was helpless. He was so strong and so
demanding, she knew that she couldn't refuse him. He was kind and
gentle, but right now she could feel that excitement shaking in him
and it frightened her!

"Oooohhhh God, no. I'll be sick, Jake," she whimpered. Even so, she
knew it was hopeless. "Please, I . . . ullllpppppp! ! !"

It was in her mouth! The lovely brunette shuddered as she felt the fat
crown press into her mouth and glide over her helpless tongue, the
head pressed against the back of her throat for a second and she
thought she was going to gag. But the fingers in her hair tightened
and pulled her head back a little. She could taste the salty, yeasty
tang of him and was shocked to realize that she rather liked it!

"Suck it, Carol. Please, baby, don't make me get rough." The hoarse
whisper struck a hidden need in her and the beautiful woman closed her
lips tight around the thick stalk that was invading her mouth. 

"Ummmmmm, ohhhhhh, yes, honey. Just like that, now run your tongue all
over it." The words seeped into her spinning mind and Carol had to
obey him. Somehow he'd managed to take her over. He owned her and she
had to do what he said. She sucked and licked at him as he ordered and
made a groaning, gurgling sound in her throat as the cock began to
move in and out, he was jerking his hips and making her work her head
back and forth at the same time.

"He's fucking your mouth, you awful whore," her conscience taunted
her. "He's using your mouth like a vagina. Aren't you proud and happy
about the way that he just came in here and took you, like the whore
that you are?" The thoughts stung her, but Carol realized that they
also added little sparks of sick excitement as she allowed Jake to use
her like a thing. Something deep inside of her loved this and she
couldn't stop the grunting, suckling sounds she made as she
desperately worked to please him. She loved being obedient and meek
with this man, it made her feel better than she had in years!

"Yeah, you are going to be a Class A cocksucker, baby. Ahhhhhggg you
can suck like a dream!" Jake's earthy praise should have sickened her,
but it only made her need worse. Carol moaned and rubbed her naked
thighs together, making her puffy labia pinch and press against her
hard clit. She was so wet that it had run down between her buttocks
and her bottom felt oiled and slippery as she wiggled on the firm
mattress.

"That's enough," Jake said, but the beautiful girl hugged his knees
and sucked even harder, not wanting him to pull the delicious knob
away from her now. "I said stop, or I'll blow it down your throat and
I don't want to do that yet." The fingers in her hair jerked and Carol
went flying. Her head hit the pillow and bounced, she would have
protested, but Jake was already on top of her.

"Ohhhhh, God, Jake," Carol heard her voice pleading, "be careful don't
hurt me, honey, don't hurt me." But the big man didn't stop. Rough
hands jerked her thighs wide and then pushed them back until her knees
rubbed against her shoulders. The beautiful girl felt trapped and
humiliated as her wet sex was held up to him, open and defenseless as
he slipped between her thighs and prepared to mount her like a
tethered animal. But instead of being upset or angry by the treatment
she moaned happily and lay passive for him.

The saliva-slick knob of his prick found the open throat of her vagina
and began to worm its way into her. Little flashes of pain darted up
her spine as the beautiful woman felt herself being spread and
stretched, filled as she never had been filled before! "Good, tight
cunt, ahhhhh that's nice, honey, you feel as tight as a fist."

The vulgar praise filled her ears and Carol grunted in humiliated
delight as she shook her hips in an obscene dance, helping him stuff
the awful cock into her. "Ram me, Jake," she said, her voice suddenly
calm and firm. "I don't care if you tear me in half. Ohhhhh God, slam
it into me .... Hiiiiieeeeee ! ! !"

Low, bestial, inhuman sounds leaked out of her slack lips and she
licked them, savoring the taste of prick that lingered there. The last
shreds of her self respect and self control melted as the swollen
glans rudely bumped against the mouth of her womb and a shudder that
shook her from head to toe blasted her into a vile, animal plane! ! !

CHAPTER SIX

"Fuck me, baby, yeah, just like that! Shake this fine ass and make it
feel good!" Carol could feel his strong hands patting and pinching at
her bottom and did as she was told. She crouched over him, resting her
knees and hands on the mattress as she raised and lowered her jerking,
sweating body on the huge pole that was lodged so deep inside of her.
She'd only been in this position a few times and, before, she had
always been embarrassed by having to take control. But now, with Jake,
it was so exciting!

"Where's my cock now, baby?"

Carol heard the whispered question but couldn't bring herself to
answer it.

"Answer me Carol, where's my cock?" Rough fingers pinched lightly at
her buttocks and an open palm slapped just hard enough to warn her.

"Oooo Jake, I don't like to talk about things like that, please honey,
I . . ." She would have gone on, but he spanked her again. This time
the hard palm stung as it smacked against her quivering buttock,
making her whine and wiggle on his fleshy stalk. "Owwwwww! Please,
honey . . . all right, all right!"

She felt strangely happy as she wiggled and thrust her wet groin down
on his hard probe, the stinging slap had unlocked something new inside
of her and she liked the feeling. "Your . . . thing is inside of me,
darling, I'm sitting on it."

"Don't talk baby talk. You're a full grown woman, Carol, talk like
one?" To make his point, Jake spanked her again, harder!!! 

"Oooooohhhhh, I'm fucking your cock Jake, your big hard cock is jammed
in my wet cunt and I can feel it all the way in my belly!" A curious
flush of shame mixed with excitement flowed through her like a thick
syrup. Carol had never talked to anyone like that in her life and she
was shocked to learn that just saying the filthy words made her whole
body shiver and tingle!

     * * *

Suddenly a horn blared in her ear and Carol gasped as she jerked the
black and white back into her own lane. Damn! She'd done it again.
Everything had been fine, then she'd let her mind wander, just for a
moment and look what almost happened!

Carol felt shaken and her hands were trembling so badly on the wheel
that she took the first opportunity to pull over and park, at the
curb. "Oh my God, what am I going to do? I've been like this all day
long ! ! !" The beautiful young policewoman caught sight of herself in
the rearview mirror and before she could stop it, her rebellious mind
took her back to last night. She stared at her full, red lips and
imagined them clamped tight around Jake's thick, juicy cock!

The beautiful woman shuddered and finally managed to pull her mind
away from her filthy memories, but even then, she was sure that she
could still taste him on the back of her tongue, despite the fact that
she'd brushed her teeth five times since last night!

A quick check of the time told her that she had a few minutes to spare
so she just sat. She would stop all of this right now and then she
could get back to work and pay attention to the details.

"It happened, that's all," Carol whispered firmly to herself. "An
attractive man took you to bed and made you do things that you've
never done before." The beautiful brunette shivered again as a lewd
memory slashed across her train of thought, temporarily filling her
mind with the thought of how wonderful it had been to feel Jake's
thick, hot cum spurting into her, filling her until she felt it
overflowing and gushing out of her with each stroke of his heavenly
pounding piston of flesh!!!

Carol gasped softly and slapped her round thighs together as she felt
the hot, bubbling sensation of arousal beginning in her. "Ohhhh no,
I've got to stop thinking about it," she whimpered as she felt her
hairfringed folds grow hot and moist and her little love bud began to
swell and grow hard as a marble!

In a vain attempt to distract herself, Carol looked around and for the
first time realized that she was sitting by the park. For a few
seconds the view of the green meadow and the thick brush and trees
soothed her troubled mind, but then she saw a dense stand of trees at
the top of the hill. That was where Sergeant Miller had taken her that
first day! No matter what she tried to think of, she couldn't stop the
determined action of her mind and she was forced to remember how she'd
wiggled and jerked on his punishing cock. Just thinking about the
awful hold that Miller seemed to have on her made her feel whipped and
beaten.

"What's happening to me," Carol whispered aloud as she fought the
impulse to cry. I've never felt like this in my life. Everywhere I
turn there's someone trying to pervert me and twist me and I can't
fight them, I've always been able to keep away from things like this
before. What's happening to me, why can't I stop it?

It was getting late. Carol forced the bewilderment and the fear into
the back of her mind and started the engine. She had to get back to
work now or she would be ruining her chances for her career just as
she was ruining her private life.

Checking her list as she drove, Carol found the name of the next
crossing guard-Mrs. Agnes Williams. Forcing her mind to concentrate
she recalled the woman. She was older, maybe fifty. There were streaks
of gray in her hair. At first Carol had been tempted to dismiss the
woman for just what she looked like, an older housewife who had taken
the job just to fill her day. But there was something about the woman,
something that made the young officer feel that there was something
else there. Then she remembered the way that Sergeant Miller had acted
when he introduced them. He had that familiar easy attitude of a man
who is sure of a woman. But for some reason Carol doubted that Mrs.
Williams and Miller were lovers. No, it was something else, something
that he knew about her.

Carol had dismissed the vague doubts she had about the guard by the
time that she pulled up to the intersection, but what she found when
she got there brought all the doubts and unanswered questions back
with a rush.

There was no guard at the corner, but the young brunette recognized
the car that sat under the trees as the car Mrs. Williams drove. It
was late and there were no children waiting to cross, but the guard
was still supposed to be there to care for late comers.

Some instinct of caution made Carol shut off the motor and glide to a
silent stop, well back from the corner. She wasn't really sure why she
was doing it, but she could sense something unusual was happening and
she wanted to find it before it found her.

Carol was still a few feet from the parked car when she saw that it
was bouncing ever so slightly. She stopped for a moment to make sure
before the car began to move again. The car was parked beside three
closely spaced trees, the thick trunks and the low hanging branches
shielded it from the gaze of someone on the sidewalk.

Pausing again, the beautiful young woman was struck by how deserted
the intersection was; there were no houses on the corners. It was an
access road to a development and all the homes were facing away. There
was nothing on the corners but landscaped buffer lots. There wasn't
another person in sight.

"This is nice, honey. Do you like it when I do that?" Carol's heart
began to thump heavily in her chest. She'd heard that low, purring
sound in her own voice, just last night! Agnes spoke again but lower
this time and no amount of straining enabled Carol to make out what
she was saying. So she carefully stepped off the deserted sidewalk and
found an opening between the trees.

"I'm glad you like this, boy. It makes me feel happy inside when I can
make a nice boy like you feel good." Carefully the young policewoman
peeked around the trees. She was almost on top of the car, she
couldn't see better if she were inside!

A slim boy sat slumped in the wide back seat, his head didn't even
show through the window. Agnes was kneeling on the floor of the car
between the boy's parted legs. For a long, terrible moment, Carol
stared at them. She watched in horror as the gray haired woman lightly
frigged and tugged at the boy's immature erection!

"You're a good boy, Georgie," Anges said. She smiled up at the boy as
her free hand worked his open jeans down until she'd freed his smooth,
hairless balls!

Carol wanted to scream, wanted to order the awful woman to stop what
she was doing, but all she did was stand very still as her greedy eyes
devoured the hard little cock that twitched and wiggled in Anges' firm
grip.

"That feels nice, Mrs. Williams," Georgie whispered shyly. Carol saw
the sly, hungry look in the older woman's face as she tugged her dress
up and bared her thick pubic patch to the interested boy. Agnes wore
no underwear and even from where she stood, Carol could see the
glistening drops of lubricant on the matted hairs, her own tight vulva
grew moist and hot as she watched.

"Ohhh, I know it feels nice boy. I like it too. Ladies feel good down
there too, watch." The dignified looking woman calmly slipped a
slender finger between the hairy lips of her labia and boldly
masturbated for the boy, all the time, her tight fist moved up and
down his little stem. "Ummmmm that is nice, I've been looking for a
nice, hard little boy like you for days." A look of concern crossed
the woman's face. "You promised me that you'd keep it a secret if I
showed you how to make it feel good. Remember your promise, honey, and
this will be something you'll never forget."

It was sick, it was perverted and there was no reason why she
shouldn't step in and put a stop to all of this. But regardless how
true
that was, Carol couldn't force herself to move, she was held by the
magic movements of Agnes' hands. Her body seemed to take up the rhythm
of the strokes and she felt suspended, powerless!

"Here's something else you're going to like George," the gray haired
woman said, as she smiled at him for a second then bent her head down
to his lap! Carol had to bite hard on her lip to keep from making a
sound. Her body strained forward against the firm trunk of one of the
trees as she saw a long, pink tongue begin to slowly, carefully bathe
the boy's jerking, naked groin! The tongue slathered around and under
the plump sac that held his balls and Georgie sighed and lifted his
body off the seat, offering more of his bared middle to her knowing
tongue.

"Ohhhh man, that feels great!" Agnes looked up at him and smiled, her
tongue lolling out of her mouth as she lapped and licked at him. All
this time the woman's hand still stroked the upright stem and her
other worked in the secret shadow between her thighs. Carol had to
swallow a moan of excitement when she heard the wet, sticky sounds the
fingers made in the wet slot!

When she lifted her head and began licking and kissing the hard little
shaft, Georgie's balls were wet and shiny. Agnes let her fingers drift
down to the little boy's wet testicles and tickled them as the fat
blade of her tongue worked around and around the marble-smooth flesh
of his prick.

Georgie was groaning and his slim hips flopped and thumped up and down
against the car seat. Carol felt her own wet sex growing hotter and
wetter with each passing moment and she almost whimpered with
frustration and want! The aroused brunette pressed forward again and
found the polished, worn lump of a branch that had been pruned away a
long time ago, the protruding knot pressed in against her pulsating
mound and the flashing jolt of pleasure that it produced made her head
spin.

"Filthy whore, animal cunt," her mind hissed at her. But Carol didn't
care anymore, nothing mattered to her but the lovely feel of the
smooth wood mashing against her, pressing the material of her skirt
and her panties against the vibrating tip of her hard clitoris,
smearing and squeezing the wetness there, all over her thighs and her
belly! It was animal. She knew it, but Carol's rounded hips jerked as
she masturbated herself against the tree; she'd do anything to get rid
of the awful lust that was eating her up!

Agnes had managed to slip the red crown of the boy's little prick into
her mouth and she was bobbing and pulling at it. Carol moaned beneath
her breath as she watched, she remembered how Jake's huge cock had
tickled and pressed against her lips and she envied the older woman
that slick, small little pecker. The young woman was shocked at her
thoughts, they were out of control, but even so she had to admit that
she would love to take that trim, hairless little stalk and suck and
suck!

"It feels sorta funny, Mrs. Williams," the little boy whispered. His
eyes were shut and instinctively he'd placed his hand on top of the
woman's head and was holding it down as he fucked upward with his
prick, sinking it all the way into her mouth. On the down stroke Carol
could see the excited woman's wet tongue lick down at his balls and
she could tell that Agnes wanted to suck his balls into her mouth as
well! On the upstroke, the older woman's lips would purse tight, her
cheeks would hollow as she applied a firm suction to the wet little
stalk, "Ohhhh man, it feels real funny, what's happening?"

The boy's agonized moan seemed to spur the older woman on, she made
soft grunting sounds as she bobbed faster and faster. Her long fingers
dug in under the boy's balls and pressed firmly and almost instantly
he gasped and stiffened out on the seat. Carol felt her own head jerk
back in shock as she realized that the boy was shooting his semen into
the greedy woman's mouth! ! !

Agnes groaned and pulled her head back a little, Carol could see her
tongue, coated with white cum, flicking and jabbing at the underside
of the boy's glans. "Aggghhhhhggg ! ! !" the boy groaned and the young
brunette almost screamed with horror and excitement as she saw another
thick spurt of his seed shoot into the open, waiting mouth! !

Agnes made a moaning, bubbling sound and her throat worked and from
the way that her coated tongue worked around and around in her open
mouth, Carol knew that the slut was savoring the taste of the innocent
child's sperm! She hated and loathed Agnes Williams, but at the same
time she stared hungrily at her and rubbed her beautiful body against
a tree in a feeble attempt to satisfy her own sluttish desire!

Agnes still worked her finger in and out of her own dripping slot as
she lifted her head away from the boy's wilting little prick, a thick
strand of cum clung to the tip and swayed between it and the woman's
lower lip, then it broke and dripped down on her chin. Agnes looked
happy and almost beautiful as she stared at the boy. Her tongue worked
around her lips catching the last stray drops of his ejaculation. Her
smile was wide and pleased.

"Ooooooo, I just love it when a handsome young boy like you gives me
his first big cum. It tastes so good, sweetheart." She stared at him
for a few more moments than sighed and slipped her hand away from her
pussy. "It was lovely; but it's getting late and you have to scoot and
I have to be ready for my check. I'll think about you when I get home
and can really make myself feel good."

For a few moments the dazed young policewoman didn't understand, then
the fog in her mind cleared and she saw that the woman was helping the
boy button his jeans. She suddenly realized that she couldn't let
herself be caught here, rubbing against a tree like a wild animal. She
couldn't let them catch her here at all!

As she slipped away from the trees and hurried back down the sidewalk,
Carol was aware of the demanding, maddening frustration. Her pussy
screamed for attention and release, but she didn't dare stay here, she
couldn't bear it if the woman knew that she'd watched!

By letting the car roll, Carol just managed to get it started and
drive by the other car as Agnes Williams stepped out and waved
casually to her as she passed. Carol could hardly believe the calm,
innocent look on the woman's face!!!

It took a few blocks before the beautiful young woman could gain
enough control to handle the car, her mind was in a terrible spin and
her hot little vagina squirmed and contracted in awful spasms of pure
lust! "It can't go on like this," Carol whimpered, "it has to stop. I
have to find a way to live with this!"

Still disturbed, Carol merely glanced at the next intersection by name
and didn't notice the name of the guard and it wasn't until she got
there that she realized that it was Jimmy Phillips' corner! Jimmy
stood there, a sleepy smile crossed his face as he calmly sauntered
over to her car and slipped in.

Carol stared in sick amazement at the boy as he smiled and patted her
thigh. "Why don't you give me a ride home, Miss Davis. It isn't far
and there's nobody else at home."

CHAPTER SEVEN

Following Jimmy's directions, Carol pulled the black and white down an
alley and then into an open garage in the middle of the block, the boy
stepped out and closed the doors behind them. The beautiful
policewoman was amazed with her sudden ability to appear calm and
cool. Her hands were steady, her eyes were dry and clear, there was no
outward sign of the blind, screaming confusion that had control of her
mind.

"This is better than parking out front. No nosey neighbors' questions
to answer tomorrow," Jimmy said as he leaned against her door. Carol
looked up at him and hated herself as a lewd flash of excitement ran
through her veins. "Come on, we can go in through the back way."

Carol felt as if she was in a bad dream and couldn't wake herself, she
allowed Jimmy to open her door and help her out. The touch of his
fingers along her wrist made her nipples sting and grow harder.

"I . . . I really shouldn't . . ." She couldn't finish the sentence.
What was left of her common sense tried to tell her to stop. There was
still time to pull away, but the rest of her throbbed and pulsated in
obscene anticipation. The fustration she'd felt watching Agnes
Williams and that boy refused to allow her to stop.

Jimmy's backyard was fenced. Carol felt secure that no one could see
them as they went in the back door. The lovely young woman peeked at
the boy out of the corner of her eyes. He wasn't handsome really, but
he seemed to exude a powerful, animal self confidence that turned her
to jelly!

The instant that the back door was closed behind them, Jimmy's thin
fingers tightened around her wrist and pulled. Thick desire flopped in
Carol's belly as she was pulled back to him. Jimmy made no pretense of
seducing her. His arms slipped around her waist and then tightened,
pulling Carol's supple body up against him.

"Jimmy . . . Jim, its wrong. I can't let you. ." Her faint protest was
stifled by the boy's firm, warm tongue. Carol didn't even struggle
from the moment that the tip of the boy's tongue found hers. The
woman's frail willpower disolved and she groaned as she let herself
melt up against him, against the firm bulge in his tight jeans.

Jimmy's moving fingers destroyed what little resistance still remained
in her. Carol gasped and sucked hard at his invading tongue as his
fingers slipped down and gripped her firm ass! Each hand cupped a
separate cheek and began to squeeze in an alternating rhythm, sending
waves of delicious, sensous pleasure up her spine to further scramble
her ability to think rationally.

The kiss broke as Jimmy began to thrust his pelvis at her. Carol felt
the long, hard bulge rubbing against her belly and moaned as she began
to whisper to the boy.

"Ohhhhhhh, my God, Jimmy, how did you learn to do this? Do you know
what would happen to me if anyone found out about this?" The tall boy
pulled her even tighter, making her rub the soft contours of her
woman's body against him.

"Nobody's going to know," Jimmy murmured, letting one hand drift up
and down her spine, touching her and teasing the sensitive flesh at
the back of her neck. "No one will know. This is between the two of
us, Miss Davis. No one else is ever going to know."

Carol shuddered violently as the boy's fingers found the zipper at the
back of her dress and pulled it down. His warm fingers brushed across
her bare flesh until they found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it.
Ohhhh, it was so nice!

When Jimmy led her through the silent house, Carol made no effort to
resist him. She knew what he was going to do to her and that was fine.
It was what she wanted now, she had to have him!

"In here," the slender boy whispered as he pulled her through the
door. A quick glance told her that this was the boy's room, pennants,
model cars and planes on the shelves and hanging from the ceiling told
her that. The toys reminded her that the male who was holding and
dominating her was still a boy, nothing more than a child. But even
the shame of that couldn't put out the flames that licked and worked
between her shapely thighs!

"Oh Jesus!" That was all that Jimmy could say once he'd stripped the
last of her clothing away. Carol knew that Jimmy's eyes were on her,
knew that they were working slowly, deliberately over her and into
every lush, secret curve and indentation.

A sweet, sleepy feeling of well-being began to work in Carol's blood.
The shame and the fear dropped away and all she could think about was
the lovely things that they were going to do together! In the back of
her mind the young brunette knew that what they were doing was wrong,
but that didn't even slow her down. Her career, her reputation,
nothing mattered to her now.

The boy's fingers began to tug at his belt and Carol found herself
moving forward. She brushed his hands away. "Let me take care of that,
honey," the beautiful woman murmured. She felt like a slut doing a
thing like this for the boy. But it also made her feel all warm and
squirmy inside. In seconds Carol had his shirt undone and was working
at his fly, jerking the belt open, tugging at the snap.

"Yeah, that's nice, I like personal service, Miss Davis. Makes me feel
good." Carol knew that she should be offended by the boys snide remark
but she almost had his fly open and that was the most important thing
now! Jimmy seemed content to let her undress him. He made no effort to
help her. Instead he let his fingers drift across her back, tracing
invisable designs on her tingling flesh until the fingertips slipped
under her arm and found a swaying, firm breast to caress and torment.

Carol moaned and shuddered as Jimmy pulled and twisted her dark red
nipple. He held back from actually hurting her, but it was so close to
the line that the little sensations of pain and pleasure mixed
together until she couldn't tell them apart. "Unnnnggg it hurts,
honey," the brunette whimpered, and then she managed to pull away from
the pinching fingers by falling to her knees dragging his loose jeans
with her.

In a few frantic seconds, Carol managed to pull the boy's jeans and
his sandals off. All that the boy had on now was a pair of white
shorts. They were tight and form fitting and she could see the long
bulge made by his upright penis. Carol shuddered and felt the moisture
oozing out of her ready pussy as she slipped her fingers inside the
wide elastic band of his shorts and began to slowly pull them down.
Jimmy's fingers teased at her ears and neck as she uncovered the crown
of his hard young probe. The tip was a dark, pulpy red knob. Beneath
that was a long, slim staff. As she bared his heavy balls, the young
policewoman felt the teasing fingers tighten on either side of her
head.

"Like what you see, Miss Davis? I sorta got the feeling that you were
the kind of prissy cunt who just loved a hard cock when she thought
that no one would find out what she was doing." Jimmy's voice had a
sneer in it and the sound burned into her, but Carol couldn't protest.
If it wasn't true, what was she doing on her knees with this child?
"My cock isn't so thick, but I'm told that its long enough to ram up
through you and pop out of your pretty mouth." Carol's eyes flicked up
to meet Jimmy's for a few moments, but she couldn't stand the look of
triumph on the boy's lean, homely face. Feeling shamed and humiliated,
she let her gaze drop away until she was staring at the long, hard
stalk of his penis again, it was only inches away from her lips and
she almost cried as the obscene urge to tongue him came to her and
made her mouth water!

As if he could read her mind, Jimmy inched a little closer to her,
Carol felt the coarse, dark hairs of his balls brushing against her
chin. "How about a little head, Miss prissy Davis?"

The fingers had a firm grip on her ears now and the beautiful young
woman knew that she couldn't twist away, even if she wanted to and
from the way that her tight quiver was contracting and the way that
her love button was swelling and pressing out against her slick vulva,
she was sure she didn't want to pull away.

The beautiful woman knelt there. She made no effort to escape when the
fingers pulled at her ears and drew her face up close against him. The
silky flesh of his glans brushed against her nose and cheeks before it
pressed firmly against her parting lips. "Aw, come on, baby, I need
it," the boy whispered in a commanding voice as he moved the tip of
his cock against her lips again. Carol shuddered as she let her jaw go
slack and felt the fat knob glide over her wet tongue until it bumped
against the roof of her mouth. There was a salty, yeasty taste in her
mouth. It spread along her tongue and between her teeth until she
could taste nothing else! Carol's full lips pulled tight around the
slim shaft and she sucked. It was awful, the taste of the boy, the
feel of his smooth flesh invading her mouth, pressing against the
opening of her throat, all of it was so awful and so lovely!

"Oooooo, I knew that you'd give good head, Miss Davis. Just looking at
that mouth of yours gave me a hard-on the first time I saw you. I knew
you'd be great!" His hands pulled her even closer, until Carol's
forehead was brushing against his belly.

Being drawn forward like that had her off balance. To keep from
falling, Carol had to slip both her arms around the naked boy's thighs
and hold tight. The hands on her ears guided her, and soon the pretty
brunette's head was bobbing up and down on the long, glistening stem.
As she sucked and licked at the exciting rod, her dark eyes caught
motion in a corner and for an instant she was terrified of being
caught with him here like this. But then she realized that she was
staring at a full length mirror on the closet door and the motion she
saw was her own.

A thick, shameful wave of excitement stirred in her as Carol managed
to focus on their image in the mirror. Jimmy stood tall over her. She
watched his saliva-slick cock appear and disappear into her pouting
lips. She could even see drops of her spittle running down over her
chin and dripping from there to her thighs. Oh God it was so filthy,
so animal! The beautiful brunette's hands stroked and massaged the
tall boy's haunches as his hips jerked and moved, feeding his long
sausage to her obedient mouth.

The sucking was driving her crazy. Carol imagined what the long thing
working in and out of her mouth would be like in her pussy and her
taut nerves screamed for release. She had to have him! When she
managed to pull her lips away from him, she had to pause long enough
to swallow the thick mixture of saliva and lubrication before she
could speak. "Please, Jimmy, isn't that enough?" The boy only stared
down at her, that sneering smile still in place. For some reason the
boy's taunts and crude attitude excited her even more and she pressed
up tight against his thighs, sensuously rubbing her firm, pointed
breasts against him. "Please Jim, I can't wait any longer, darling. I
can't!"

The boy seemed so tall, so sure of himself that it made Carol feel
like a child, all her pride and self respect were stripped away and
she groveled before him, begging for help.

"Of course, Miss Davis, I know what a nice lady like you needs," Jimmy
said. A smile crossed his face that should have sickened her, but the
young woman barely noticed it. Her attention was centered on the long,
white probe that jutted out from his lean groin. "Come up here, on my
bed," he whispered as he pulled Carol to her feet and helped her stand
upright on quivering thighs.

The boy pulled her close and the lovely woman shamelessly pressed her
curved, rounded body against him. Her hand groped between them until
it found his throbbing hard-on, then greedily stroked it, trying to
lure him onto the bed. But Jimmy wasn't through with her yet. Someone
had found the sadistic streak in him and had taught him to use it like
a razor!

"Do you want me to fuck you, Miss Davis? If you do you'll have to tell
me about it. I'm just a dumb kid. You'll have to tell me to fuck you
if you want it! His sharp fingernails dug into her arms and Carol
moaned as she sagged against him. The young woman held his skinny dong
upright and managed to rub it hard against her wet cunt before the
pain of his
grip squeezed the words out of her.

"Awwww, Jimmy, don't . . . please, darling, fuck me. You know I want
it. Put your lovely prick inside of me. I've been good, honey, I
sucked you and everything so you have to fuck me!"

The filthy words struck sparks inside her sweating, jerking body.
Carol thrust and ground herself against him as her vile thoughts set
new fires between her shaking thighs.

Without warning, the boy turned her around and pushed her onto the
bed, Carol had her hands and knees on the mattress and was about to
turn when he stopped her. The beautiful brunette was bewildered at
first and was going to turn and complain when she felt the boy's long
pecker rubbing between the meaty cheeks of her bottom! She looked to
her side and could see him in the mirror. Jimmy was standing on the
floor, using the bed to bring her body up to his cock!

The pulpy knob of the glans had already found the slick opening to her
cunt and Carol groaned as his hands dug into her hips and held her
steady. "Please, baby, let me lay down. It's nicer for me that way,"
she moaned. "Don't do it to me like this."

"What's the matter, Miss Prissy? Hasn't anybody ever taught you to
take it dog style?"

The boy panted and whispered as he lunged, the slim stalk forcing the
tight walls of her pussy apart as he entered her. "You asked for a
fuck bitch, so you take it!" Fingers pinched hard at the round globes
of her buttocks, making her whine and wiggle helping him jam another
two inches of his rigid pole into her!

"Unnnngghhh . . . all right," the beautiful woman moaned as the shame
and pleasure swam and mixed in her brain, it was so wonderful having
him use her. It made something deep inside of her purr happily as the
humiliating penetration went on and on. "Fuck me any way you want,
darling. I don't care." That was the final defeat, there was nothing
left of the old Carol. She was empty. She'd become nothing more than a
hollow cunt that slobbered and begged to be filled!

"Use your finger and play with yourself, I like to watch that!"

The filthy demand burned into the flesh of her labia and Carol's erect
clit buzzed in delicious embarrassment as her stiff finger jabbed
against the pebble hardness of her love bud!

Jimmy had managed to feed her tight sheath all of his long cock. Carol
felt the pressure of the head against her heart and squealed as he
jerked back until there was nothing inside her but the thick, flanged
glans. Then his hips snapped forward, ramming back into her until she
felt his furry balls banging against her splayed thighs.

"Owwwuuuggg!! It's so long!" The obscene whimper of delight echoed in
her ears as Carol shook and wiggled her silky bottom against him,
"Fuck me, boy. I love it like this!"

Jimmy responded by pressing against her cheeks, opening her wide to
his attack. His thumbs rubbed and pressed hard against her wrinkled
anus and the policewoman remembered what Agnes told her she was going
to teach that other boy and she imagined what it would be like to take
the boy's long prong in her there!

"You like it," Jimmy panted as he delivered a series of hard strokes
against her body, making Carol's flesh ripple and shake in the
collision of their naked bodies. Carol couldn't speak. She opened her
mouth, but all that came out was a deep, gutteral moan. "Yeah, you
like it, your box is sucking at me like a pump, you phoney bitch!"

One of his thumbs slipped down and wet itself in the froth that
bubbled out of her. Carol knew what was going to happen but even that
didn't prepare her for the searing shock that raced up her spine as
the lubricated thumb found the center of her anus and shoved past her
clamped sphincter!!

"Ooooo, noooo," the woman moaned, her own finger trapped against her
clit as the thumb wormed around and around in her sensitive anal
opening. "Aggghhhh!! It hurts, honey. Please, baby, it hurts!"

Jimmy ignored Carol's feeble protest. His thumb dug deeper into her
virgin rectum, sending obscene, perverted jolts of sensation through
her. "What's the matter, Miss Davis? Hasn't anybody ever slammed their
cock into your tight little asshole before?"

Carol whined and bucked under the double penetration. Despite the
filthy things he was doing, her orgasm was welling up, threatening to
tear her apart! Suddenly the thrusts came faster inside of her. Carol
whined and writhed as the long stalk buried itself in her and hot jets
of cum began to bathe her spasming vagina with sperm!!

"Owww, nooo, it's tooo much, Oh God, I . . . aaiiieeee!!" The awful
climax tore at her frail grip on reality and Carol dissolved into a
squealing, screaming mass of sensation. Her body jerked and writhed as
it accepted his hot, teen-aged cum!!

Even afterward, when she lay face down on the bed with Jimmy laying on
her, stirring his half hard prick in her, it wasn't done. The
madness, the mindless lust was still alive in her. "I can have you
any, time, bitch. I can read you, Miss Phoney Bitch. I've got a pass
key to your tight snatch, right?"

"Anyway, any time Jimmy," Carol whimpered. And the worst part about
saying that was that it was true!

CHAPTER EIGHT

Moving carefully, deliberately, Carol slipped out of her parked car
and locked it. But even that slow movement caused her full thighs to
brush against each other, igniting a new shower of sparks inside of
her lush body! A sharp thrill of pleasure stabbed along her spine and
she had to stop and take a few deep breaths of the cool night air to
stop the filthy thoughts and desires that rioted in her.

As she stood shivering in the dark, waiting for the obscene excitement
to pass, Carol forced herself to think about other things. No one had
noticed that she checked in late at the station. Of course, there had
been the usual dirty stares and murmured comments but she'd been
living with those stares since the day that she'd matured and grew the
body
that tormented her now. Looking down, the confused young woman saw the
dark outline of her full, highriding breasts and she remembered how
Terry and Jake had gnawed and sucked at them and was shocked to find
that she was irritated that Jimmy had only used them as an instrument
of pain and humiliation when he'd taken her and used her!

The beautiful woman felt her confusion burn at her belly and she
couldn't understand the awful changes that were taking place inside of
her. You're risking your entire life, your career and your reputation
with what you're doing, she told herself. But regardless of how true
that was, she felt the strong core of resistance inside of her. Carol
was frightened. Her new hungers and fascinations were growing
stronger, pushing any logical, moral thoughts away, leaving her in the
grip of their foul, greedy urgings!

Suddenly the night air seemed chilly and uncomfortable and Carol began
to hurry toward her front door. She was only a few paces away when a
shadow pulled out of the other shadows and moved toward her! A deep
fear clawed at Carol's brain and it was all that she could do to keep
from screaming and running away from the nameless fear that approached
her.

As the beautiful woman stood frozen in place, the shadow turned into a
human form, then the form turned into Terry White!

"Miss Davis? It's just me, Terry," the handsome boy whispered in the
dark driveway. As he drew closer to her, Carol could see the concern
in his eyes. "I'm sorry if I scared you . . . I was kinda worried when
you didn't come by this afternoon and I found your address in the
phone book."

He stopped for a moment and even in the gloom Carol knew that he was
staring at her body. She couldn't stop the little shiver of pleasure
that ran through her then. "I came over her to see if I could . . .
talk to you. I didn't mean to scare you, honest." There was a new,
warm tone in the boy's voice and he inched a little closer to her in
the darkness.

Speechless, Carol clutched at Terry's hand until her heart began to
beat normally again. Carol sighed as the fright ebbed away and she
realized how good she felt standing close to the handsome boy like
this. His body heat seemed to creep into her and the touch of his
fingers on her forearm ignited the obscene fires of lust in her! This
was insane. She could still feel the creamy slime of Jimmy's thick cum
in her vagina. Yet just touching this boy set off new waves of desire
inside of her!!

Wouldn't she ever get enough of the hard cocks that were pressing in
on her from all sides? Wouldn't this filthy urge she had ever go away
and let her live in peace the way that she wanted to?

"Why don't you come inside, Terry," the brunette murmured softly. She
didn't want to call attention to the boy for fear that her neighbors
might be watching. "You must be chilled, sitting here in the dark like
this. Despite her fears of the neighbors, Carol felt daring enough to
press against him for a moment and lightly brush her warm tits across
his forehead as she pulled him through the door.

"Let me make sure that the drapes are pulled, Terry," Carol said once
she could free herself from his clutching hands. A quick check showed
her that the curtains were secure. But she only put on a small lamp in
the corner. Just enough light to bathe the room in a soft, intimate
glow.

Terry stood in the middle of the room, watching her as she put her
sweater and purse away. Carol couldn't resist posing for him. When she
moved she let her rounded hips sway and move enticingly. It gave her a
certain daring pleasure to tease him like this! A furtive peek at the
boy told her that she'd succeeded. His cock was already straining
inside his jeans, begging her to take it out and give him the release
he needed.

Suddenly the beautiful woman stopped playing and showing her body to
him. She realized that Terry wasn't the only one that she'd managed to
arouse. Between her own firm thighs her poor pussy was wet and
pulsating with need!

Ohhh God, this is so wrong, the little voice whispered in her mind.
But the voice of logic and morality was so faint and far away that it
was easy to simply ignore it. Carol leaned against the door and smiled
as she held out a smooth white hand. For the first time in her life
she knew what she was doing. Everything was right. Everything was
perfect!

"Come here, darling," Carol said. He was only a boy, a nice boy, and
she could handle him. He didn't frighten her the way that the men did.
"You didn't really come all the way over here to talk, did you ? I'd
be insulted if that's all that you wanted from me."

Terry seemed surprised at her new attitude. He came to her. But he
seemed nervous and hesitant as he took her hand. Carol's new
confidence grew as she pressed her body against his. At the same time,
her free hand slipped down between them and boldly cupped the tight
crotch of his jeans! The boy's surprised sigh of pleasure made her
knees tremble with excitement. This was lovely!

"Did you miss me, Terry," Carol asked, letting her lips brush across
his ear. "Did you think about me today? Did you think about fucking me
today? Did you think about what it was like to stick this nice, hard
cock in me and make me squeal?" Terry's strong young hands found her
and Carol sighed happily as they squeezed and explored her hot breasts
and her firm, quivering bottom.

"Ohhh, Miss Davis, that's all that I've been thinking about!" Terry's
confidence was growing too. Carol moaned happily as a daring hand
darted between her thighs and squeezed the whole of her lube-slick
pussy! "I've had a hard-on all day, I swear, it hasn't gone down even
once, Miss Davis. It's driving me nuts!"

In seconds they were straining against each other's bodies, their
hands exploring and touching, fanning their desires beyond reason and
moral restraint.

"Ooooo, darling," Carol finally managed to whimper as she pulled her
lips away from the boy's firm young tongue, "let's not stand here. I
have such a nice big bed just a few feet away."

The beautiful brunette laughed breathlessly as Terry began to push her
and she guided him toward her bedroom. They left the door open and the
faint light from the living room was just perfect. It bathed them both
in a soft glow that seemed to make everything closer, more intimate.

Terry's burning eyes never left her as he stripped his clothing from
his body and Carol was pleasantly shocked to realize how exciting it
was to slowly strip for him. The lovely woman forced herself to go
slow. She stood before him dressed in nothing more than her sheer
panties and bra. Deliberately, she unhooked her tight bra but held it
up in front of her, only letting him catch quick glances of her
swollen nipples as she dropped it then covered her shaking body with
her arms crossed in front of her.

Terry was naked now and Carol couldn't resist focusing her dark eyes
on his thick, upright cock! Just looking at the firm, white stalk was
turning her into jelly, but she forced herself to go on playing with
him, making the hard pole that grew out of his smooth groin jerk and
drip thick drops of lube from the pulpy, red crown.

"I thought about you, too, Terry," Carol whispered as he came closer
to her. She let her arms drop, her hands cupped protectively over her
swollen mound. "I would think about feeling your big prick slipping in
and out of me and I'd wet my panties! Isn't that awful, Terry?" she
whispered as he bent his head and began to suckle at one of her
pointed nipples. The boy's blind fingers searched across her shaking,
velvety belly, looking for the waistband of her skimpy panties. "Isn't
that awful, a grown woman all wet and dripping because she thought
about your big, hard penis inside of her?"

Carol's fingers tightened around his heavy shaft and Terry snorted as
he lunged forward! The boy's rush toppled the panting policewoman. She
fell backward onto the bed, dragging him with her!

"Ohhhh, Miss Davis, I can't wait!!!" Terry managed to pull himself
upright long enough to drag Carol's wet panties down over her eager
thighs and toss them across the room before her clutching fingers
caught him and pulled his strong body between her splayed thighs. The
beautiful young woman's fingers guided the thick glans inside her
bubbling slot until it found and plugged the tight oval opening of her
slick vagina!

"Unnnggghhh, oh darling boy, that's wonderful! Go slow, Terry,
darling. Make it last as long as you can." Carol felt like a drunken
whore as she wiggled her firm ass cheeks against the crisp sheets, but
the sharp movements of her pelvis helped him penetrate her. She felt
his fat stem slipping into her, using Jimmy's sperm as an added
lubricant! Instead of feeling ashamed, Carol wiggled even harder,
loving the idea that she'd been able to attract two hard young pricks
in just one day!

"Ooooo, what a lovely big cock you have, darling." Carol wantonly
licked at Terry's ear as she whispered to him. Obeying a lewd impulse,
the young woman reached under her shaking bottom and managed to find
his swaying balls, she let them roll back and forth over her fingers,
some of her frothing juice had wet the firm orbs and she rubbed the
sticky fluid all over him, making his testicles feel slick and oily as
she gently pressed them between the crack of her silky cheeks. Terry
moaned and bucked, driving his thick rammer even deeper into her
greedy body.

"You feel so tight, oh man, it feels so goooood ! ! !"

The moaning woman felt the greased probe sluice in and out of her
gripping sheath. Her fingernails dug deep into his flesh as her
strong, smooth thighs crossed and locked over the back of his muscular
thighs. She held him still, forced him to stop and wait until their
spasms faded. It was so beautiful that she never wanted him to cum.
She wanted him hard and thrusting inside of her forever! 

"Wait, sweet boy, don't cum yet," Carol begged. After a few more
shaking strokes of his pulsating cock, she managed to hold him still.
Carol lay panting under Terry's sweating body. She felt crushed and
impaled and, for the first time in her life, she really wanted to be
taken and used! For the first time in her life she truly understood!

"Do you like fucking me, darling? Is it nice having your thick cock
splitting me open like this?" She used the words on purpose, loving
the icy chills they sent spitting up and down her spine. "Tell me what
you thought about me today, Terry. I want to hear. Tell me about the
things you wanted to do to me!" Carol felt the boy shiver and for a
moment was afraid that she excited him again. But then he began to
whisper in her ear, the words and his hot breath combined to force her
lush, curved body to squirm under him.

"Ohhhh shit, I can't tell you all the things I thought."

Carol's nails scratched at him again, demanding that he speak.

"Aggghhh . . . Okay! I wanted to find you and drag you someplace and
make you suck me off!!!" Carol couldn't stifle the squeal of erotic
pleasure that oozed out of her, her sharp pelvis began to move up and
down on the boy's fat pole, dragging the words out of him.

"I saw a picture once of a man putting his . . . prick in a lady's . .
. ass!" The words stung her, set little icicles of fear through her
bubbling blood-stream! "I'd think about your big soft ass and I'd
almost shoot just thinking about what it would be like to put it in
there, about fucking you in the ass . . ."

"Ohhhhhh God, baby," Carol managed to moan as his filthy words lashed
at her like a whip. The policewoman gurgled as her supple body bucked
under him, her rounded belly slipped against his, her hands scratched
at his muscular buttocks, making him lunge at her, making him drive
his swollen wedge into her until she was sure that he was ripping her
apart!

Terry gasped as Carol clamped her tight sheath around his plunging
stalk. "Christ, Miss Davis, it feels like you're sucking it, oohhhh, I
. . . OH DAMN ! ! !"

"Ohhhhh, darling," Carol screamed in a thin, breathless voice. The
lovely boy shook out of her grip and slammed himself at her. His
weight drove the breath out of her and shook her until she thought
she'd faint. His muscular chest mashed and scrubbed her burning
titties, making her moan and squeal again and again. "Oh my God, I'm
cummmminngggg ! ! !" Carol moaned and squealed happily as an orgasm
swept up over her and sent her spinning and gasping into the dark
velvet void of ecstasy!!!

"Unnngggg! I . . . can't hold it any longer," Terry gasped as his
thick slab of meat beat her into total, squealing submission. Carol
groaned and spread herself wide under him as the first hot gush of his
seed boiled up against the gulping throat of her womb.

Her whole body, her entire being felt oiled by the flood of thick
semen that seeped through her. But Carol wasn't satisfied. The last
delicious jolts of her orgasm were still nipping at her as she knelt
beside the panting boy. Her fingers found his slippery, half-hard
pecker and began to urgently tug and massage it.

"Oooo baby, get hard again, right now," Carol begs. "I need it so
much, sweetheart. Don't go soft now !" Terry groaned as she
passionately chaffed his cock between her palms. She felt it grow a
little and bent over him. She could feel the boy's excited eyes on her
as her wet tongue snaked out and began to lap at the cum streaked head
of his cock. She tasted his thick, yeasty semen and shuddered happily
as she took all of his growing prong in her mouth. The pearly drops of
cum swirled around her busy tongue and the beautiful woman couldn't
understand why sucking cock had ever seemed wrong to her before. It
made her come alive, it made her feel meek and obedient to carefully
suck and lick at Terry's swelling instrument! The hard shaft grew in
the tight oval of her bubbling lips and made her feel complete, like a
woman!

Once she was sure that the gleaming stalk couldn't get any bigger or
harder, Carol let it pop free of her sucking lips. She didn't even
pause to wipe her dripping lips and chin as she sprawled on her belly
beside the boy.

"Hurry, honey. Climb up behind me," the beautiful policewoman moaned
as she drew her knees up under her, leaving her torso laying flat as
she elevated her round bottom for him. "Ooooo, baby, put it back in
me," she begged her handsome teen-aged stud.

Terry was topping her in an instant. The young brunette sighed happily
as his searching cock found her hole and slipped back into her
lubricated, dripping quiver.

"Awwwuuuggg . . . yes!!! It feels so big going in me like that," Carol
panted over her shoulder. Terry just grunted as she shook her white
ass against his lean belly, helping him feed her demanding body his
powerful trunk of swollen gristle. "Unnngggg Jesus," Carol gasped as
he sank into her to the balls. A new twisted desire began to boil in
her. Carol's mind was numb, she couldn't tell right from wrong
anymore. All she could do was act to obey the lust that shook and
moved in her!

"Here baby," the young woman groaned as she guided one of Terry's
hands back to her jerking buttocks. "Put two fingers in me there,
darling. I'm afraid to let you really do it now, but touch me. Help me
want you in my ass!!!"

Terry trembled and shook as he let her dip his fingers into the thick
froth that ringed the lips of her clutching sheath then press them
against her tight little anus! They both groaned and shuddered as his
greased fingers slipped past her puckered ring and squirmed in her
heated rectum!!!

"Agggguuuggghhh," the beautiful brunette grunted, she arched her back
and slammed her tortured body back against the fingers, forcing them
in all the way to the knuckles! "Oooo God, boy that's so dirty," she
whimpered as a perverted storm of erotic desire boiled up in her.
"Push harder, darling. Make it loose and ready. Soon baby, soon you
can do it to me. But I'm so afraid!!!"

CHAPTER NINE

The sound of laughter and the whir of a lawnmower outside her window
pulled Carol out of her deep, relaxed sleep. For a few moments the
lovely young woman stared in horror at the clock. She should have been
at work hours ago! Then she fell back against the pillow with a sleepy
groan. It was Saturday. No school, no work on Saturdays. She could
sleep as long as she wanted!

Carol closed her dark eyes and tried to slip back to sleep, but it was
too late. The drowsiness had left her and she was wide awake. The
lovely young woman stretched and sighed, enjoying the feel of the cool
sheets against her sleepwarm flesh. Her dark red nipples tingled and
grew sharp as uninvited bits and snatches of what had happened the
night before flitted across her mind.

Carol tried to feel the shame and humiliation that she knew should be
there. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find the
emotions inside of her and couldn't stop the soft little smile that
teased and pricked at the corners of her mouth.

The lovely woman was aware of the new confidence, aware of the new
self that was growing inside of her and wondered where that self was
taking her? Without realizing it, Carol allowed one hand to press
against the dark tangle of her pubic hair as she thought about Terry
White. There were dried, crusty patches in the curls and she knew that
they were spots of the boy's dried cum! A warm flush covered her when
she remembered how tired and satisfied she'd been when he finally had
to leave. She couldn't even pull herself out of bed to wash and had
gone to sleep leaving his sperm drying on her!

"Ohhhh, you darling boy," she whispered to her lover's memory as it
slipped through her brain. "I wish you were here now. I wish that it
was your big dong that was rubbing at me right now. Wouldn't that be a
lovely way to start the day?" Carol looked down at herself in vague
surprise and watched one slim finger parting the matted hairs and dip
into her damp slot.

"Hmmmmm that's nice, darling," she murmured as a fresh fantasy caught
her, sending warm shocks of pleasure through her soft body as she
imagined the handsome teen-ager riding tall and eager over her
yielding body.

Carol's sleepy eyes caught sight of herself in the mirror over the
dresser and she watched as her firm, supple body twisted and lifted
under the insistant probe of her finger. She spread her thighs wider
and lifted her bottom higher so that she could see each motion of her
finger as it flicked and pressed against her swelling clit, feeding
new fires of desire inside of her.

But, even as she was enjoying herself, a tiny part of Carol's mind was
still functioning. She still had a frail claw-hold on reality. What's
going to happen if I get caught with him? What will I do if someone
finds out about Terry or Jimmy and learns about the things I've been
doing with them? Just thinking about that sparked the fear that had
been lurking in the back of her mind. A chill danced down her spine
and the excited woman suddenly jerked her guilty finger away and sat
up.

"I couldn't stand it, I'd die of shame," Carol whispered into the
mirror. But her image couldn't respond or soothe the guilty fears that
tormented her. I've got to talk with someone, someone who understands
what's happening to me! The answer was plain, but she tried to avoid
it for a few more moments. There was only one person that she could
talk to about this, Doris Abels!

As she dressed, Carol refused to let herself imagine what was going to
be said when she had to confess her problem to the older woman. She
didn't want to think of how embarrassing and painful it was going to
be to admit that they shared this perverted lust for boys! She paused
at the door only long enough to check the woman's home address then
she hurried out.

Carol forced herself to look calm and serene as she went down the
driveway. She was so intent on controlling the conflicting emotions
inside of her that she didn't notice the man standing near her car.
Her hand was already on the handle when his dry voice shocked her out
of her daze.

"Hello, Davis. We were just coming to invite you out for a drive."
Carol froze in place and stared in dazed confusion at Sergeant
Miller!!! The tall man grinned at her as he stepped a bit closer. He
wore civilian clothes this morning. But he still carried himself
erect, as if he wore an invisible uniform.

"We've been to a little all night party, honey. And we got to thinking
about you and how lonely you must be, living all alone here the way
that you do."

He'd gestured over his shoulder and Carol's eyes followed the hand to
see Officer Brown sitting behind the wheel of an old station wagon. A
thin trickle of fear leaked down her spine and Carol would have turned
and run if Miller hadn't caught her by the wrist and held tight. He
grinned again and she could smell the whisky on his breath as he spoke
again.

"Come on, Officer baby. A pretty little pussy like you has to have a
man once in a while so why not have the two of us?" There was no
question in her mind what they intended. Carol could read it in their
smirking faces. But still she couldn't find the courage to try and
twist away from Miller and run. Fear mixed with a nasty, swirling
excitement and the sensations boiled inside of her lush belly until
she was powerless! She barely resisted as he shoved her into the
station wagon.

"There now, isn't this nice?" Sergeant Miller chuckled as Brown pulled
the wagon away from the curb and shot up the street. Carol sat between
the men, painfully aware of their warm, male bodies on either side of
her. Brown's glance flickered down to her bare thighs from time to
time as he drove and she wished she'd choosen a longer skirt when
she'd dressed.

"She is pretty, isn't she, Brown?" The beautiful young woman heard the
tall man beside her chuckle and felt him edge a little closer to her
on the seat, trapping her between them.

"You were right about one thing, Officer Brown," Miller said in a
laughing voice. "Miss Davis here has one tight little snatch. But you
don't know the half of it. You only got a finger in it. You should see
how good it feels to slap a cock into her!" Miller's teasing, filthy
words brought back sharp memories and Carol shivered as she remembered
what it was like to be with him. "You should hear her yell and moan
when you feed it to her, Brown. Officer Davis is the hottest piece of
ass in the precinct!"

The filthy, humiliating words swirled around her and sucked at her.
Carol tried to feel indignant, but she couldn't even muster enough
resistance to call him a liar. Everything he said was true and she
couldn't deny it!

She hadn't paid any attention to the direction that Brown was taking.
She didn't have to because she knew where they were taking her and
when the tires crunched to a stop in the little clearing, she barely
noticed. While they were driving, Miller had calmly pulled her short
skirt up over her thighs and was stroking her quivering flesh. The
backs of his hairy knuckles brushed against the tight crotch of her
filmy panties.

"What do you think, Officer Brown? Is she pretty enough for us? Shall
we give her the honor of taking both of our hard cocks?" Carol hated
herself, but she couldn't resist the impulse to turn and look at the
handsome young officer to see what he would say. She was just in time
to see his tanned hand descend on her other thigh and began to squeeze
her sensitive flesh.

"Ohhhhh . . . please I . . . can't . . . not with both of you," her
breathless protest slipped out of her as Brown and Miller slowly
pulled her shaking thighs apart. Carol watched helplessly as Miller
forced her blue panties aside and pressed a rude finger into her
slick, wet groove. "Unnnggghhh . . . Oh.. God, please don't," the
beautiful woman groaned as he teased her.

"She's pretty enough for us, Sarge. I vote that she be allowed to fuck
us. She's worthy of the honor," the young man said in mock solemnity.
Carol was going to protest again, but Sgt. Miller cut her off,
treating her like a thing rather than a person.

"Get the blanket. The chick and I'll find the place."

While the younger officer rummaged in the rear of the wagon, Sgt.
Miller pulled her out of the front seat. Carol felt weak and helpless.
She knew that she should try to stop them. But it was all so unreal
that she couldn't decide how to do it. It was unreal except for the
hard, eager contractions that were tying her ready sheath in knots!

As he pushed her ahead of him through the trees, Miller spoke to her
and his sly, dirty words stung her and cut away at what little was
left of her self respect. "Don't worry, cunt. You can take the two of
us. Remember, I know you. When you're boiling like this you could take
on a regiment!" Carol whimpered and tried to turn to face him, but he
roughly pushed her around again, then slapped her hard on the bottom
to keep her moving.

"Don't try to fool me, slut," Sergeant Miller said in a suddenly hard
and demanding voice. "No matter what you say you can't get enough
cock, baby, so just relax and enjoy it!"

Carol's anger flared up, but died in the next instant. It was
hopeless. She could hear Officer Brown coming along behind them and
just knowing how close she was to two hard erections made her insides
melt and drip down out of her parted cunt folds!

"Spread the blanket under the tree."

Carol heard Sergeant Miller giving orders and stood passively, like a
person in a trance. Then he was back beside her. His lean hands ran up
and down over her body, pressing into every private, hidden curve and
opening. The beautiful young woman heard her own voice making low,
moaning sounds and felt her muscles grow taut and firm as she pressed
herself against the hands.

"Strip out of your things, honey," the evil, demanding voice hissed in
her ear as a finger wiggled between the clenched cheeks of her bottom,
making her thin panties stick in there. "There're two juicy cocks here
for you to service. Hurry up."

The voice seemed to set off springs and locks inside of her. Carol
didn't want to do it but she felt her fingers plucking and jerking at
her buttons and her zippers as she began to strip. The two men were
standing before her and the beautiful young woman could feel their
filthy eyes worming over her flesh and the sensation made goose-bumps
pop out on her as she bent forward and slipped her ruined, soiled
panties down over her foot and tossed them on the pile of her things.
As she stood up she felt her lips pull back away from her teeth in a
tense smile and almost cried with shame as her warm hands slipped up
under her aching breasts and cupped them, holding them out to the two
evil men who watched her as she passively debased herself for them.

A pair of hands helped her lay flat on the blanket. Carol stared up at
them and watched in silent horror as they both tore free of their
clothing. Officer Brown was the first one stripped and he knelt beside
her on the blanket. Carol stared at the handsome man's hard penis and
couldn't resist the impulse to slip her fingers around the thick shaft
and squeeze. She saw him shudder and felt the meaty thrust of his
prick as his hips jerked forward fucking her sweating palm. He reached
down and gently brushed her tangled hair away from her eyes and
suddenly everything seemed so nice, so lovely!

Carol's taut muscles relaxed and she began to excite herself by
wiggling on the blanket, letting his heavy pole of flesh poke and
thrust at her. Another pair of hands began to stroke and pinch at her
heavy breasts from behind and Carol realized that Miller was on the
blanket as well, kneeling behind her, rubbing his massive penis
between her shoulder blades as he played with her shaking body.

"That's the way, girl," Miller whispered as his hands roamed over her.
"See? It isn't so bad is it? Two cocks are just twice as much fun as
one, baby. Double your pleasure, that's all." The lean, older man
began pressing at the back of her head. Carol's heart fluttered in her
chest as she allowed him to push her forward until her freshly
lipsticked mouth brushed against Brown's fat cock. The feel of the
second hard stalk making long, fucking strokes between her shoulder
blades was driving her crazy, she'd do anything for them now. 

"Suck him honey, show us how happy you are that we thought of you and
came by to pick you up." Thick drops of lube were oozing out of the
young man's prick as Carol's lips pressed against him. The drops clung
to her mouth and her cheeks as she nuzzled the firm meat that she
still held upright before her. The excited young woman heard the
handsome young officer sigh happily and felt his strong thighs shake
as Sergeant Miller forced her head forward until her ovaled lips
slipped over the pulpy crown! Carol didn't hesitate for a second.
There was no more time for thinking and worrying. She clamped her lips
tight around him and her cheeks hollowed as she applied the suction to
the luscious stem.

"Ohhhh, yeah, that looks good, girl. Looks to me like you love eating
cock. Let's see if we can't find something else that you'll like."

Carol whimpered with excitement as strong hands lifted her and set her
on her knees. As she had been forced forward, Miller's heavy cock had
been pulled down her spine and now it nestled between her fleshy
buttocks. She was on her hands and knees between them. Officer Brown
was guiding her head up and down his wet cock as Sergeant Miller
slipped in behind her, centering his thick dong between the frothing
lips of her pussy.

"Do you like this, baby? Will this keep you happy while you take care
of my good buddy?" As he whispered to her, the older man's hands
caught hold of her swelling hips and held her steady as he began to
force the swollen knob and fat shaft of his big cock into her from the
rear. Carol felt the moan of pleasure bubble out around the handsome
man's cock as she wiggled her bottom in lewd circles for the other.

Deep inside of her head, the beautiful young woman heard the last
faint protest of her logical mind: How could she like this? How could
she willingly allow these two drunken animals to take her and use her
like this? The thick, spreading sensation engulfed her as Miller
managed to fill her entire, tight vagina with his cock, and that was
enough of an answer. They weren't just using her, she was using them
as well and it didn't matter how they treated her as long as they gave
her these lovely cocks!!!

The handsome young man held her head in both hands and was jerking and
thrusting his cock at her face as Carol felt a sharp stinging
sensation as a finger rubbed hard against her exposed anus. "Ohhhh
damn she's tight," Sergeant Miller moaned as he sawed his prong in and
out of her wet cunt. "Her mouth's tight, her cunt's tight and I'll bet
that this pink little ass-hole is the tightest of them all!" The
finger stung her again and in spite of her efforts, Carol felt it slip
past her sphincter muscle and wiggle inside her.

"What do you say old buddy? Shall we sandwich this lovely young thing?
I'll bet that she'd just love having the both of us in her at the same
time!" The monstrous words rang and clattered in Carol's whirling
mind. She understood what he was saying, but even then she couldn't
believe that they would really do an awful thing like that to her.
Then the slick penis in her mouth backed off, leaving her noisily
sucking at air for an instant and she heard the younger man's nasty
chuckle and felt his hands pressing her back on the rumpled blanket.

"Ohhhh, please, I . . . you'll hurt me that way. No one has ever
touched me there. I couldn't take either of you in there!"

Sergeant Miller pulled her down and roughly jerked his fat wedge free
of her clamped pussy. Carol whimpered with pain and couldn't resist as
he lay flat and then pulled her over on top of him. Officer Brown's
hands helped her spread her shaking thighs and pushed her back down on
Miller's heavy pole. "Take it easy, honey," the young man whispered as
he got behind her, dragging his spit-slicked cock across the backs of
her shaking thighs. "Just relax and take it. Some chicks I've known
say it's the greatest!!!"

"Unnnggghhhh aggghhh," Carol groaned as she was forced to sit hard on
the prong that was in her, taking the massive rod of flesh in her
pussy all the way to the balls. Sergeant Miller's strong hands caught
her shoulders and pulled her forward, raising her shaking, unprotected
bottom to the man that knelt behind her.

"Come on, Brown, hurry up. I want to hear this prissy bitch howl when
she gets that cock of yours in her tail!

CHAPTER TEN

"Ohhhhh noooooo, please don't," the beautiful brunette moaned as the
younger man's pulpy glans began to press firmly against her puckered
anal opening. Carol shivered as she felt the saliva slick knob press
into the center of the tight little rosebud. "Don't . . . don't make
me do this . . . ." The handsome young policeman ignored her feeble
pleas and kept pressing forward. Each ounce of pressure weakened her
and wedged the firm crown of flesh further into her.

"Relax, baby, you're gonna love it. You're going to pop like a
firecracker when you get used to this." Carol's swimming eyes focused
on the lean, frightening man beneath her and she couldn't deny the
awful, obscene spark that was burning in her as she searched his
cold eyes for a tenderness that wasn't there. Sergeant Miller grinned
at her and started a series of powerful, upward thrusts that drove the
breath out of Carol's tortured body as his huge penis forced ever
deeper inside of her gushing cunt. "Shake your sweet ass, honey. It'll
make it nice for all of us. Wiggle and jerk, baby. That's what you're
here for." The older man's lean fingers pinched painfully at her firm
buttocks and the lovely young brunette groaned as her body reacted.
She shook and rotated her stinging bottom, making the hard shaft in
her pussy roll and stir her internal organs until she wanted to
scream!

"Agggghhhh . . . you're so big," Carol moaned happily at the grunting
man beneath her. She began mashing her pelvic arch against the
rock-hard base of his heavy cock. The sharp, demanding movements that
she made were a mistake. For those wonderful moments, she'd forgotten
about the second man who was using and tormenting her and her frenzied
writhing had opened her upturned anus to him and his punishing prick!
"Unnngggg . . . it's so . . . ohhhHHH ! !" Her fevered whispers became
a thin, shaking scream as Officer Brown's slick glans forced past her
puckered ring of muscle and invaded the heat and bubbling grip of her
virgin rectum!!!

"Awwww . . . . Oooooo, it's too big!!! Take it out, ohh please take it
out of me before you tear me. Ohhhh God!!!" Carol's whimpering moan
rang in her ears. But neither man paid her the slightest attention.
Sergeant Miller continued to slam his thick cock in and out of her.
Torturing her with the delicious sensations as his gnarled shaft
pulled and scrubbed against the slick walls of her sheath. Carol
moaned and pulled back from the obscene delights of his monster as her
rockhard little clit was mashed flat against him. Her quivering bottom
bucked backward and Carol moaned again as she collided with the awful
pole of flesh that was violating her rectum!

While his hands teased and excited her, Officer Brown's panted
comments stung and lashed at her, leaving Carol confused and ashamed.
But, despite the shame, she couldn't deny the twisted pride she felt
when she heard his nasty words. "Auuugggg, damn she's tight! You
wouldn't believe it, Sarge. It feels like her ass is trying to suck my
cock off at the root!"

The handsome young man behind Carol held the fleshy cheeks of her
bottom wide as he strained and thrust, trying to fill her stinging
anal passage with his bloated cock. Carol whined as he gained another
half an inch, stretching her even wider! Carol could feel her
tormented muscles clamping and squeezing at both of the meaty cocks
that filled her and she experienced a fierce moment of pleasure when
she heard the men moan as her body fought back. But Sergeant Miller's
laughing, tormenting voice killed her self-confident feeling and
brought her back to earth.

"How about it, bitch? How do you like getting double fucked now?"
Carol shuddered violently as she looked down at Miller and saw the
sadistic light glinting in his eyes. For a moment the beautiful victim
refused to answer the cruel question, but the older man began pinching
and slapping at her quivering cheeks and the fresh mixture of pain and
sensual pleasure forced the guilty words to come gushing out of her!

"Unnnngggg, Ohhhh God, it's wonderful!!! I've never felt anything like
it in my whole life!" The man behind her thrust again, jamming more
meat into her steaming bowels. "Awwwuuugggg! ! ! It's so big, it's
splitting me apart ! ! !" She was behaving like a low, mindless whore,
but she couldn't help herself. Carol gave a throat-tearing scream as
Sgt. Miller's thick stem found her bubbling clit and Brown's swollen
pecker slowly pressed forward into the yielding circle of her anus.
She felt filled to the bursting point. There wasn't any more room in
her tortured openings, but still they came on!

"Look at her fuck, old buddy, look at this phoney little bitch roll
her fat ass for us. She's got a mile of cock stuck in her and she's
trying for more! I was right, kid. Every woman alive is a greedy sow
like this one. All you've got to do is find their handle!"

Carol heard the degrading words, but didn't protest. Her tongue was
protruding from her open mouth as if that would make more room inside
of her for cock. Her fingers and toes were clawing at the blanket in
an attempt to help ease the thick, stretching feeling that was driving
her mad! Carol heard Miller's insulting, vile comments. But she didn't
answer because she was far too busy being the greedy sow that he said
she was to protest!

"It's all the way in. Goddamn Sarge, it feels like she's trying to
chew it off with her ass!"

Carol squealed and writhed as Brown's long cock began to back away
from her then press in again, starting the slow, maddening movements
of her first act of sodomy. The older man responded by stepping up his
pace, making his wrist-thick shaft pop and gurgle in her stuffed cunt.

Each stroke was worse than the one before, each movement of the two
shafts in her made Carol wail and lose more of her grip on sanity. The
strange, thick pain swirled in her and Carol wanted to die as she felt
the tiny seed of pleasure sprout and grow inside of her. The twisted,
insane pleasure she felt began to feed on the raw pain, growing
stronger and more real with each body shaking stroke of the punishing
cocks!

"I won't like it," the beautiful young woman told herself fiercely.
"This is vile and unnatural and they can't make me like it!" But, even
as she tried to tell herself that, the delicious waves of pleasure
were making a foolish liar out of her.

"Awww God, do it harder," Carol hissed over her shoulder. The handsome
man behind her didn't react fast enough and she bucked her sweating
body back against him, a bubbling moan tore at her throat as she felt
the hard prick widen her a little more as it stirred deep in her
bowels. "Ooooo fuck, go on that's why you brought me here isn't it?
Well, go on and fuck me!!!"

The lean man beneath her chuckled as he pulled her down and stopped
her taunting words with a hard, lip mashing kiss. Carol sucked at the
thick tongue that invaded her mouth, her body jerked and flopped
between them, driven forward by a powerful thrust into her stretched
anus then thrown back by a splitting lunge from the cock in front. As
they kissed, Miller's hands explored her shaking, naked body, pinching
and spanking her, pulling and twisting her hard nipples until she
groaned against his tongue and shook her white buttocks in lewd
invitation.

"Auuuggghhh . . . Ohhh I'm gonna cum, Sarge, I can't stop it, she's so
tight!!!" Roman candles of sensation whipped along her nerves as Carol
felt the thick prong swell even larger. The beautiful woman heard and
felt the man's belly slapping against her upturned cheeks and screamed
as she felt the hot blast of his thick cum squirting into her. The
sticky semen soothed the pain, oiled the firm tube of flesh and
gristle that still plunged and jerked in the frantic, sucking grip of
her bubbling anus!

"Ohhhh . . . Oh God Nooooo ! ! !" Carol felt sick with shame as the
first waves of her orgasm stunned her. For an instant the overheated
woman tried to stop it. But it was too late. She couldn't hide her
awful, powerful pleasure from her attackers. "Unnnggg . . . aaiiieeeee
! ! !" It was so foul, so low to climax after what they'd done to her.
But her body didn't feel the shame and the humiliation. All it felt
was the thick, choking joy that made her squeal and jerk between them
like a demented puppet.

"Yeah, that's the way, baby. Ride me, spin that tight snatch on my
cock!" Sergeant Miller's voice sounded dim and far away. Carol
barely felt the sting of the spanking that he was giving her, but she
obeyed him just the same. The man behind her had pulled away and Carol
could shake and roll her hips freely. The panting brunette was aware
of the hollow, stretched feeling of her poor, torn anus and she was
ashamed of how excited it made her to feel the thick cum oozing out
and dripping from her there. She was so distracted by the sensations
that tore at her that she was surprised when she felt the warm gush of
Miller's offering fill her greedy cunt. But she meekly jerked and
slammed herself down on him, helping him enjoy his animal orgasm ....

"See you tomorrow, Davis. I've got something special in mind for you,
you'll love it." Carol stood beside her car on shaking legs as she
watched the station wagon pull away, taking her attackers out of
sight. Tomorrow, what would he want from her then? Was there anything
of her left for Miller to take?

Moving slowly, aware of the stinging pain inside of her, Carol got
behind the wheel and started her car. I've got to talk to her. I don't
care if she is, a slut. She's the only person alive that can
understand what's happening to me. She's the only one who can tell me
what to do!

By the time that she found the house, Carol was afraid that she was
going to faint. Her bottom ached and stung and she felt funny inside,
as if the awful fucking she'd been given had torn something. The
beautiful brunette forced herself out of the car and up the walk,
making herself move, willing herself to ignore the pain and the
humiliation that she felt.

"My God, honey, what's the matter?"

Carol looked down at the little blonde in vague surprise. She didn't
even remember ringing the doorbell. Doris slipped a comforting arm
around Carol's waist and helped her into the living room. "What's the
matter, girl, tell me!" Carol felt the tears scalding her eyes as she
heard herself begin to babble and spill the entire sordid mess out of
her, like ridding herself of a poison.

 ". . And then they just dumped me off, like a whore that they were
finished with. What am I going to do, Doris? You've got to tell me!!!"
Carol lay face down on the bed. Her soiled clothing lay on the chair
beside her. She sighed as the warm washcloth wiped away some of the
filth and pain.

"I can't tell you, baby. Everyone has to find their own answers. But I
can help you think it out. You're not the first woman who ever found
herself in a thing like this."

Carol was about to turn and answer the older woman when she felt warm
hands spread her battered cheeks and there was the gentle pressure of
a finger against her burning anus. "Just relax, honey. This is a
salve. It will take the sting out," Carol bit her lip and fought back
the tears of shame as she had to allow the woman to tend to her there.
"That dirty bastard should have used something on you, darling," Doris
said softly as she worked the soothing jelly into Carol's bottom. "If
he'd used something it would have been nicer for you. Believe me, I
know!"

Carol was still blushing when Doris Abels finally allowed her to roll
over and lay on her back. The young brunette stared at the pretty
blonde as she wiped her hands on a towel. Doris saw the questioning
look in the dark eyes and smiled.

"It's all right, baby. I'm glad that you came to me. I understand,
really I do. Remember that I told you how up-tight I was before I
found my answer? I know what you're going through and the only thing
that I can tell you is to look at yourself honestly and learn to
understand and like yourself. You have needs just like everyone else,
darling, and you're the only one in the whole world who really knows
what it takes to satisfy them."

The little blonde shifted on the bed and pulled the edges of her robe
together, for the first time the younger woman realized that her
friend wasn't dressed. "Were you getting dressed to go out? I hope I
didn't hold you up."

Doris looked sharply at her for a moment then smiled. "No, my husband
is out of town this week and I was just doing a little . . . special
entertaining." Her sly grin finally broke through the haze that still
fogged Carol's mind and she flushed as she sat up in the bed. "It's
okay, darling, Your problem is more important. Besides, he's such a
sweet, horny little boy, the wait is doing him some good." Carol would
still have tried to get up if Doris hadn't gripped her shoulder
painfully and shook her. "There you go again. What's the matter with
you dear? Why do you act like this whenever someone brings up the
subject of sex?" She paused a moment then another slyer smile worked
at her full lips.

"Carol, you've told me that you share my taste in boys, haven't you?"
The young brunette felt herself blush, but she nodded. She might as
well start being honest right now. "Well, why be shy about what you
like, darling? Why not join in and see how lovely it can be, teaching
a nice boy like Davey how to make love," She turned, her hands pulling
at the ties of her robe as she did. "Come in here, honey. It's all
right. She won't bite you. Come on in and meet another lady who's
going to be nice to you."

Carol lay stiffly on the bed as Doris stripped the robe from her arms
and moved to the door to pull an embarrassed and naked boy into the
room. The beautiful young brunette didn't know what to say. She wasn't
sure that she could go through with it. But then her dark eyes found
his stiff little prick and before she even knew that she was going to
do it, her hand reached for it.

"Come in beside me, darling, I'm so glad to meet you."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The boiling jets of the shower stung her, but Carol wanted it that
way. She was trying to hurt herself. Trying to wash away the shame and
the obscene lust she felt whenever she thought of Doris Abels, the
lovely boy and the afternoon they'd spent together.

Isn't he sweet, darling? Look how his hard little prick jerks when I
kiss it. Carol shivered despite the heat of the shower when she
remembered how Doris had pulled the boy's erect prick to her lips and
sweetly kissed it. She tried not to remember how jealous and excited
she'd been and how she'd pushed the blonde aside so that she could
share the taste of the firm little penis.

"Well, why not?" Carol muttered aloud as she stepped out of the shower
and began to roughly towel herself. "Why should I be ashamed, I like
boys? I know that now, and Doris knows it. Why shouldn't I have
enjoyed him?" Carol believed that. But there was still the feeling of
doubt and fear inside of her. What if Davey told someone the dirty
little games she and Doris had taught him? The lovely young
policewoman shuddered when she imagined what would happen to her if
someone found out!

Carol scrubbed the towel against her firm breasts and sighed unhappily
when her nipples snapped to attention. It wasn't fair. All her life
she had managed to control her feelings and her desires. Now, when she
needed that control more than ever, she couldn't find it! She couldn't
manage this new, greedy desire that burned in her belly twenty-four
hours a day! The beautiful brunette lightly ran her fingertips across
the swelling tops of her breasts and the lovely sensation triggered
another exciting, lewd memory.

Ohhhh, that's wonderful, boy! Fuck her pretty titties! Yes, go faster,
son! Can't you see how much she likes it? The lovely young woman
moaned softly and closed her eyes as she remembered how Davey had
straddled her chest and worked his hard little cock between her large,
pillowy breasts while she held them tight around him. Doris knelt
beside them, whispering encouragement to her and then to the boy.
Little firecrackers of excitement burst along Carol's nerve endings
when she thought of how Davey had moaned and wiggled on her. His
dripping little prong slipping between her breasts on a track of
Doris' saliva. When it ended, when he cried out, his small pecker
squirted his warm baby-cum on her breasts and on her face! The lovely
young brunette hugged her burning body tightly as she felt again the
spray of the boy's seed hitting her face and setting off a delightful
little orgasm!!!

Carol stood in the bedroom, trying to decide what to put on, but she
couldn't concentrate. Every time she would loosen her firm grip on her
mind a new, lewd memory would slip into her head and torment her. She
remembered how the boy had moaned and growled while he poked his
little stalk inside of her. How she'd been able to clamp down with her
elastic sheath and hold him steady against her pearlhard clitoris.
Then she remembered how Doris had knelt before the boy after she'd
managed to suck his erection back, and how the older woman had
demonstrated the joys of sodomy!!!

"000000, just thinking about that makes me ache," Carol whimpered and
she realized that she couldn't wear any of her tight, form fitting
things. The friction would drive her crazy! She had just slipped into
a loose, light robe when the doorbell rang.

Don't answer it, pretend you're not here, the little voice of reason
pleaded in her mind. But Carol was already moving toward the door and
didn't stop. It will be someone sniffing around you, wanting you, the
voice warned. You need time to think. You have to work this out before
what's happening destroys you! But the graceful young woman's step
still didn't falter. She didn't want to stop and think. The warm
itching glow between her soft thighs wouldn't let her stop and think!

When the door opened, the light behind her spilled out and hit Jimmy
Phillips' face like a spotlight. "Wha . . . what do you want Jimmy?"
Carol's voice was hollow and lifeless as she stared at him.

Before he answered, the slender boy looked around, his voice was low
and confidential. "I was downtown a while ago and I heard a couple of
cops . . . policemen, talking about Sergeant Miller and some other guy
shagging you up in the park this morning, I . . . I came by to see if
you . . . needed any help."

The young brunette stared at the boy for a moment. She couldn't speak.
All she could do was listen to the agonized scream inside of her poor
head! They told! Those two awful men took me up there and made me do
all those filthy things, then they told on me!

"Are you okay Miss Davis?" The sound of the boy's concerned voice
pulled Carol back to reality. She suddenly realized that the neighbors
might see him standing there. The whole police force might know what a
slut she was, but her neighbors didn't have to know!

"Please, Jimmy, don't stand out there, come in," Carol managed to
whisper as she opened the screen for him. It didn't take a second
invitation. The boy slipped through the partly opened screen and
stepped out of the way so that she could close the door behind him.

Once they were completely alone, Carol didn't know what to say or do.
She couldn't even force herself to look the boy in the eyes! Jimmy's
warm hand descended on her shoulder and turned her to face him. "I
know some highschool girls who have some rough stories to tell about
getting into trouble with Sergeant Miller and having to work their way
out. They aren't pretty stories. Did he hurt you?"

How could she tell him where it really hurt? Carol found herself
staring at him with tears brimming in her dark eyes. How could she
explain the awful damage the two men had done to her inside. How
they'd torn her self-respect and her pride into shreds?

"They . . . hurt me, Jimmy," was all that the lovely young woman could
.bring herself to say about it. But he seemed to understand. All of
the boy's cocky arrogance seemed to be missing and she was touched by
his obvious concern for her.

"I was sitting in a car, waiting for a guy when I heard them talking,"
the tall boy whispered, inching a little closer to her. "I didn't dare
let the cops that were talking know that I was listening and I had to
hear all of it. I . . . guess it sorta turned me on, in a weird sort
of a way." The boy's honest admission struck a chord inside of her and
Carol felt her tense muscles relax a little.

"Did it turn you on, Jimmy? Did hearing about the mean things that
they did to me make you feel hard and ready?" Carol felt like a drug
addict. She shouldn't be talking about things like this with the boy.
She should be sick knowing how many people knew what had happened. But
she just couldn't stop her tongue, couldn't control the fresh coating
of lubricating juice that began to seep out of her.

Jim looked at her strangely. Then a faint ghost of his sly smile
curved his lips as he slowly nodded. The hand on her shoulder slipped
down to her elbow and pulled her up against him. "I almost had to pull
my cock out and jack off when they talked about how you yelled and
exploded when they double fucked you. That was the wildest thing that
I've ever heard about." The homely boy grinned again as he pressed up
against her. "It gives me a hard-on just talking about it now. I used
to know a lady who liked it like that. She's the one who taught me all
about tailgating and stuff like that."

Carol knew that she should be offended by the way that he was talking,
but she wasn't. Her only reaction was to dart a quick glance down
between them. She was looking for signs of the erection he'd just told
her about!

"Jimmy . . . I . . . need help, I feel so alone now. Can you stay with
me for a while, please?" She was a shameless whore! She knew what the
boy was thinking and he was right. She wanted him. Despite the shame
and the worry, despite the pain of her torn body, she wanted his long,
young cock. She was willing to say anything to keep him there with
her.

"Sure I'll stay, Miss Davis . . . I sorta hoped you would want me to."
The boy's grip tightened on her arm and a small whimper escaped her as
her swollen breasts pressed firmly against his chest. "When they were
talking about you I could almost see you. I could almost feel your
smooth skin and I damn near bit through my lip keeping quiet!"

The boy's free hand pulled her robe apart. Carol stood meek and quiet,
letting him touch her fevered body. Letting him look down and excite
himself even more by staring at her nakedness. This was what she
wanted. No matter how hard she tried to deny it; being here with this
excited young boy was what she had to have! Nothing held her back now.
No false pride or moral reservations stood between her and the need
that gnawed at her!

"Ohhhh, Jimmy, you have such talented hands. I love it when you touch
me there. Oooooo!!! Yes, right there!" The beautiful young woman's
knees shook as the boy's finger lightly flicked back and forth over
her hard clit and she had to put a hand on his shoulder to steady
herself. "Do you like being with me, Jimmy? Does it turn you on to
finger me and make me all hot and wet like this?" Carol sighed when
the boy's whole body shook in response. That was all the answer she
needed.

"Isn't this nice, honey? You wouldn't tell anyone about me would you?
You wouldn't ruin it so that we couldn't be together like this. I know
you wouldn't do that to us." Carol was babbling and she knew it. She
was only talking to steady herself while her shaking fingers slipped
down and opened the bulging fly of his trousers!

"Ahhhhh, I love to hold your long, lovely cock, Jimmy," Carol
whispered in his ear as she encircled his upright flesh with her thumb
and forefinger. "It makes me feel happy to play with you and make you
feel good, honey." She moaned as Jimmy's rude fingers twirled and
twisted in her dripping slot. His forefinger worked deep in the throat
of her soaking pussy, pulling her up on her tiptoes as he worked it in
and out of her.

"Ohh Christ, Miss Davis! Stop jacking me off or I'll shoot all over
you right now!" Carol shivered in a delighted reaction when she
imagined his hot, thick cum squirting against her belly and down over
her thighs. But she stopped. She didn't want him to cum. Not yet. Not
until she was ready!!!

The pretty policewoman shamelessly shrugged out of her robe and then
helped the boy out of his clothes. They still stood in the middle of
the room, but her need was too great to waste time by taking him into
her bedroom. She had to have him here and now!!!

The moment that Jimmy was naked, Carol's arms slipped around him and
they clinched. She muttered and sighed as she rubbed her rounded belly
against his long, hard cock. Jimmy's fingers worked down over the
silky cheeks of her buttocks. Carol whimpered as he spread them wide
and pressed a fingertip against the stretched anal opening. She was
frightened when she heard some of the boy's usual arrogance when he
began to whisper.

"Do you like it when I touch you there? Don't be shy, Miss Davis. Tell
me what it was like when they fucked you in the ass." The finger dug
deeper and, in spite of the pain, Carol felt a strange, twisted
pleasure radiating out from her quivering rectum! The lovely
brunette's plump mound molded itself against Jimmy's prick, she placed
her feet farther apart so that the round shaft could lay between her
swollen, dripping labia.

"Unnnggghhh, ohhh, darling, be careful. I love it, but I'm still so
sore." Jimmy must have heard, but he didn't stop. Carol gasped as the
finger pressed even deeper. Carol tried to stop herself but the
perverted excitement boiled in her, forcing the words he wanted to
hear out of her throat like live steam! "Uggghhh ! Ohoooo, yes,
darling. I love it when you touch me there!" Carol moaned and wiggled
her shapely bottom as the finger forced her to go on. "It was
terrible, darling. One huge cock jammed in my pussy, then the other
one, pressing into me so hard. Just like your lovely finger is doing
now, spreading me wide open!"

Jimmy's lean body began to vibrate and Carol needed him so badly that
she almost screamed! The tall boy's muscles tensed and the lovely
young woman felt herself being pushed backward until her heels bumped
into something. It was the large bean bag chair that sat beside the
coffee table! She was helpless. The lovely brunette made no attempt to
stop him as Jimmy turned her around and forced her down on her knees
before the chair.

"Jimmy? Are you . . . ?" She didn't have the nerve to finish the
question, to put it into words. Besides, she could see her answer in
the determined look on his lean face, see it in his snapping eyes.
"All right, darling," Carol whispered in a shaking voice. "Anything
you want you can do. Anything, Jimmy!!!" The beautiful woman whimpered
as strong, impatient hands pushed her face down on the yielding
surface of the cushion chair. She felt the tiny plastic beads inside
mold together under her as she was pushed forward and Jimmy Phillips
knelt behind her.

Carol could hear the boy's excited breathing and moaned in
anticipation as the wet muzzle of his long probe searched between her
parted cheeks. "Ohhhh, please honey," the lovely woman moaned. "Use
something, I'm too dry in there. You're supposed to use something to
help!" There was a rustling sound behind her and Carol heard the boy's
footsteps fade. She lay where he left her, making no effort to escape.
She knew what she must look like, laying spread over the bean bag, her
legs parted wide and the mental image fired a new, disgusting lust in
her and she knew that the juices that trickled out of her were wetting
and staining the fabric beneath her.

Suddenly he was back, Carol whimpered when his legs pressed against
hers, spread eagling her! A finger pressed against her puckered
sphincter and Carol groaned as she felt something smooth and slick
being worked into her anus It soothed the sting and made her feel
oiled and loose inside. The finger left her and from the faint sounds
that she heard, Carol guessed that Jimmy was smearing his long hard
cock with the same thing.

Carol moaned again as she felt the slick mushroom of the boy's glans
thrust against her prepared opening. Something clattered on the floor
beside them and she stared in amazed shame at the butter dish. Her
anus and Jimmy's long rod were coated with butter!

"Come on, open up," Jimmy panted as he thrust at her again. "It'll
hurt more if you don't relax!" Carol heard him, but couldn't ease the
frantic tension that held her sphincter in a puckered knot. The slick
head of his cock found the very center and lunged in, forcing the knob
past her last, clinging defense. "Unnngggghhhh! Damn, but you're so
tight that it hurts! Goddamn you, loosen up!" Carol gasped and
squealed in pain when the boy's palm smacked against her bottom!

"Do what I said!!!" Jimmy's voice was tense and it frightened her.
Carol tried, she really did. But it wasn't enough because he spanked
her again and then again!

The stinging blows made the beautiful young woman's body shake and
wiggle under the boy. She couldn't escape him. She was pinned against
the cushion, held in place by the greased pole that was slowly,
relentlessly sliding into the forbidden darkness of her ass!

"Owwww!!! Ooooo, hit me harder, Jimmy!" Carol was shocked and sickened
when she heard her cracked, hoarse voice calling out to him. But she
couldn't make herself be still. She had to lay there and submit to his
spreading, stretching penetration of her poor rectum and listen to the
vile ravings of her inner mind.

"Ahhhh, that's it hurt me! Ram your cock in me!!! Owwww! Spank me! I
deserve it boy, spank the slut and make her scream for more!!!"

CHAPTER TWELVE

Carol sat upright on a kitchen chair. Her hands and knees were pressed
tightly together, making her feel and look like a frightened little
girl as she stared at Sergeant Miller. Things were happening faster
and faster. She'd lost her ability to cope and she was so dazed now
that she could hardly follow the man's taunting words as he casually
walked around her.

". . so, when we sobered up, I got to thinking that maybe we went a
little too far with you yesterday." The tall man paused for a moment,
giving her one of his evil, cruel grins. "I figured I should come over
and smooth things over a bit. I really thought that you'd be a basket
case when I got here, honey. You can imagine how surprised I was when
I got up to the door and heard you yelling and squealing like a bitch
in heat!"

He moved behind her, but Carol couldn't bring herself to turn and
follow him with her eyes. The beautiful young woman felt hollow and
helpless. She couldn't resist him. Let him do what he wanted. He
couldn't drag her down any further! Carol felt Sergeant Miller's rough
hand brush her dark hair to one side and shuddered as his fingertips
tickled the sensitive nape of her neck.

"Well, honey, I was amazed. All I had to do was look in the window at
the side of the house to realize how wrong I was about you." His snide
laughter stung her and Carol's eyes burned as salty tears welled up in
them. She hadn't slept a moment all night and she was just too
exhausted and drained to fight him.

"I must admit, Officer Davis, that when I watched that kid huffing and
snorting as he plugged your pretty ass, I could hardly believe that it
was you under him! I just stood there for a long time and watched you,
honey. Listened to you beg and yell. My! I was shocked at the things
you said to that child!"

He was still behind her and Carol stiffened as the hand left her neck
and slid down inside the open collar of her robe. "I thought that you
were such a nice young lady. I was shocked to realize that the saintly
Officer Davis was just a bitch who fucked kids! Then I realized
something, honey. I realized what a lucky break I had and ran back to
my car and grabbed the camera!"

Miller's cruel voice wormed and wiggled in her ear. He was using a
normal tone of voice, but it left Carol shaken and afraid. "Well,
baby, it all turned out fine didn't it? You weren't hurt and we hadn't
even ruined your weekend. And I've got me a set of the juiciest little
snapshots that any fitness board would ever want to see."

The man didn't leave anything to the imagination. Carol sat very still
as she tried to sort out all the implications of what he had said. It
was hard for her to concentrate because his groping fingers had found
her breasts and were moving from one to the other, making her nipples
sting and grow hard.

"What are you . . . going to do with the pictures?" The question tore
itself out of her. She knew well enough that he would use them as a
club against her. But even knowing that she couldn't resist the
impulse to ask, to hear in his own words what he had planned for her.

"Oh don't worry, honey. I was just joking about taking them to the
fitness board. No, I wouldn't do that." His strong fingers still
teased her sensitive breasts while his other hand cupped under her
chin and pulled her head back until she was forced to look up at him
as he stood behind her. "We all have our little enjoyments, honey, and
I wouldn't dream of reporting yours. Just as long as you're a good
little girl and do what I tell you. Be handy in case I need you to do
me a favor. Do you understand what I mean?"

The question echoed and spun in her confused mind. Of course she
understood! She'd known from the moment that he'd swaggered past her
and invaded her home this morning that he had some new, evil grip on
her.

"I . . . how do I know that you have any pictures?" It was pitiful. He
had them. Carol knew that he did. But she couldn't stop now. She had
to play the game out to the last move.

Miller laughed and let go of her. Leaving Carol's hair mussed and her
robe gaping open to the waist. He moved around the kitchen table and
sat across from her. The lean, sunburned man caught and held her eyes
as his hand slipped into the inside pocket of his sports coat. The
hand reappeared holding a white envelope.

"Ready, honey?" Carol nodded. She felt sick and ashamed. Her lips were
dry and she had to lick at them time after time to keep them moist.
With a flourish the man pulled eight or nine color shots out of the
envelope and dealt them out before her, as if he was playing some
obscene game of solitaire. "Take a look, honey. You're some hot little
piece of ass when you get rolling. Maybe you're in the wrong line of
work. A foxy chick like you could make a bundle with a few sets of
shots like these."

Carol felt as if some invisable hand was pulling her unwilling head
down until she could focus on the filth that lay spread out before
her. The bright morning light splashed across the pictures, making
each vivid, awful detail leap out at her. Against her will the lovely
young woman was drawn into those shots. Her stretched and sore anus
stung as she stared unblinkingly at Jimmy's lean young body pressing
against her. She could almost feel his hard spear in her again! Carol
shivered as she looked at the boy's wide grin and then at her own
contorted, strained face. Something stirred deep in the woman's lovely
body and in spite of her shame and self-loathing, a sweet glow came
over her. Carol felt her flesh grow warm and soft over her bones. Her
breasts tingled and her tight love sheath came alive as her thick
lubricant seaped out of her, wetting the soft curls of her mound.

Ohhhhh, my God! It's almost as good as doing it again, that low,
vibrant voice whispered inside of her. She was so enthralled that she
forgot about Sergeant Miller until she felt his hand on her arm and
looked up at him in total, numb defeat.

"Would you like me to turn those pictures over to Internal Affairs?"
The leering grin on his face sparked her pride and Carol made one
last, hopeless effort.

"I'll go to Lieutenant Bixby and explain! He ...."

Miller just shook his head, the grin still in place.

"No go, baby. The good Lieutenant has more problems than he can handle
now. He won't lift a finger for you! Make up your mind, bitch. Either
you play my way or I'll turn in the shots and let them whip your sweet
ass off the force. And it won't be private. It'll make every paper in
town!" Miller moved in a little closer, his leg pressed against hers
and he stood so tall over her that Carol had to crane her neck to look
up at him. "Now, which way are you gonna jump, baby? Out the door, or
onto my team?"

"Your team .... I choose your team," Carol whispered knowing that she
had just signed away a part of her out of cowardice. But there was no
choice. She couldn't let him humiliate and shame her in public, out
where everyone could see her!

"That's good honey. I thought you would." A hand caught her under the
chin and forced her head back up to him. He was pulling at the zipper
of his fly as he spoke to her. "I got a few rules for my team honey.
But the only one for you to remember is this; do what I tell you, when
I tell you. Now, to prove that you've got that, I'd like you to give
me a little head. Just call it an advance payment on your dues."

Carol's dark eyes darted to the long, semihard cock that he pulled out
of his slacks. The beautiful woman stared at the prick in sick
excitement. If she did what he demanded of her, that would be the end
of her! He would own her and she'd be nothing more than a slave. But
could she stand the public humiliation of a hearing and possible
arrest as a child molester?

The man's fingers caught her at the base of the skull and forced the
beautiful woman to make her decision.

Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out to bathe the thickening
head of Miller's cock. His fingers massaged the back of her neck and
at the same time taught her how to roll her head, making the plump
glans slip and twist on her tongue. It was done. She was his whore
now. She couldn't resist him or fight him. He held her in his hands.

It was nice. This was something simple. Something that she could
understand and cope with. Carol's smooth hands slipped up to carefully
cup his hanging testicles, lovingly cradling them and warming them
while she sucked and nibbled at his thick cock. But the lovely moment
was interrupted. He pulled back, taking the hard, satisfying barrel of
his penis away from her.

"That's enough honey, I just wanted to make sure you knew the rules.
Now get dressed, you and I are going to a party."

Carol did as she was told. Sergeant Miller stood in the doorway of her
bedroom, watching her as she hurriedly slipped into a skirt and
blouse. Then, without a word, he turned and headed out of the house,
leaving the beautiful young woman to hurry to catch up.

"Where are you taking me," Carol asked meekly. But Miller just glanced
at her as he drove and grinned. The young woman saw the look on his
face and felt her muscles tighten and the first flutter of fear mixed
with excitement began to move under her rib cage.

They drove into an alley in the older section of downtown. Sergeant
Miller had turned so often that she wasn't sure where they really
were. Miller slowed, checked the rear view mirror, then pulled the car
into a parking place behind an old brick store. "We have a little
unofficial group that meets down here from time to time honey. I
usually pick up a couple of whores and have them donate their time for
the entertainment committee. But today, well let's just say that today
you're the guest of honor and star performer."

The tall man was still laughing at Carol's stricken expression as he
came around the car and opened her door for her. The beautiful young
brunette got out, moving mechanically. Her mind still caught up in the
horror of what he had said.

"Now, baby, you be a good girl in there. The boys all have some warm
thoughts about you and I want you to be nice to all of them," Sergeant
Miller's thin smile disappeared completely as his hand slipped up her
spine and caught a fistful of her dark hair, pulling it hard. "Don't
embarrass me in there, bitch, or I'll make you the sorriest pig in
town. Do you understand me?"

It was painful, but Carol managed to nod her head as she tried to
force her shaking lips into a smile. "Okay, you just remember what it
would be like to come in the station to find one of those shots blown
up to poster size and hanging on the bulletin board."

He didn't give her a chance to speak or think as he grabbed her wrist
and walked over to a battered door and knocked firmly. The door
finally opened a crack then swung wide in mute invitation.

It was dark inside the abandoned store. There was a movie screen on
one wall and Carol shuddered as she saw another pornographic movie
moving and flashing in the darkness. She saw a closeup of a wet,
glistening penis and almost groaned aloud as it moved in and out of a
hairy, open vulva. The beautiful girl's feet stopped moving and she
stood hypnotized as her greedy eyes followed the motions on the
screen. She imagined that it was her own hungry sex clinging to the
thick invader. That it was her own juices that flowed thick and warm
over her wiggling bottom.

While she stood rooted to the spot, Carol was only vaguely aware of
the whispers and low laughter around her. She barely noticed when
someone took her bag away and caught her hand. "Welcome to the Sunday
Afternoon Culture Club, honey. I've been waiting for a shot at you for
days!" The man's voice sounded hot and urgent and Carol made no
pretense of avoiding the strong hands that roamed over her body,
lifting her skirt, stroking her smooth, bare thighs at the same time
that fingers pinched and made milking motions at her swelling breasts.
"Come on, honey, I can't wait," the faceless man whispered and the
trembling woman allowed herself to be led away in the darkness.

There was a hand on her bottom as she was guided through the store.
Carol felt the fingers digging into the crack between the cheeks and
uttered a shameless groan of excitement. A door rasped open and the
brunette saw a dim light in one corner of the room. There was just
enough light for her to see a rumpled bed. There was no other
furniture in the room.

Why am I letting them do this to me? The anguished question burned
itself into her brain. But she knew the answer. She was just too
ashamed to admit it, even to herself!

"Undress, baby, hurry!" The young woman felt the sharp smack of an
open palm against one buttock and whimpered as she began to tear at
the buttons of her blouse. She heard the rustling sounds beside her
and hated the ugly excitement she felt when she tried to imagine what
size of a cock her first attacker had! He moved faster than she did
because Carol was just bending over to step out of her panties when
she felt a hard shaft rubbing against her quivering buttocks. For a
moment the lovely woman thought that he was going to sodomize her and
she made a little whimpering sound in her throat as she braced
herself. But that wasn't what he wanted.

Strong hands turned her and pushed her down until she was in a sitting
position on the edge of the bed. Carol was bewildered and looked up
for guidance. In the dim light Carol saw the man's face for the first
time. She didn't know his name, but she had seen him in the station
and her slippery vagina pulled tight in her belly as she remembered
the way that his hot eyes had followed her whenever she had been
forced to pass him.

"Sit up straight, honey. I've been dreaming about this ever since I
first saw these big cans of yours!" He moved closer to her. Carol
caught a glimpse of the big white stalk as he pressed himself between
her high, firm breasts. Hands gripped her shoulders and held her close
as the man's hips began to move, slipping his wet penis up and down in
the deep valley between her breasts. She sighed as his coarse pubic
hairs scratched and irritated her nipples. She couldn't resist the
impulse to reach up and press her swollen breasts together, forming a
warm, tight nest for him to fuck!

"That's good honey, that feels just as good as I knew it would!" The
excitement in his voice fed her own and Carol felt her little love bud
begin to tingle and buzz between her flexing thighs.

Carol felt the pressure of the hand on top of her head and mumbled
happily as she let it press her down until her tongue could slather
over the pulpy crown of his cock each time that it popped out at the
top of her big tits! By the time that she'd managed to fit her
suctioning lips around the man's jerking dong, Carol was aware of the
wonderful power she had. She wasn't afraid of them now. She could take
anything they offered and still be here when they were finished!

"Unnnggghhh that's good, baby, but you gotta stop now," Carol ignored
him and sucked and tugged at the delicious pole until rough hands
caught her ears and jerked her away. "I said cool it," he snarled as
he pushed her backwards.

"Ohhh my," the beautiful young brunette sighed as she fell back on the
bed, her shapely thighs spread wide and high so that she was ready for
him when she hit the pillow. "Don't wait, come on!" Carol heard the
greed in her voice as she hissed at him and was proud of herself. But
as he moved to mount her, her pride turned to fear. All around the bed
stood more men. Men whose eyes gleamed with excitement as they stroked
their upright cocks in the dim light!

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"Unnngghhh . . . Ohhhh!" The hoarse groan gushed out of her as Carol's
exhausted body was pulled up until her knees elevated her bottom again
and a thick, demanding cock found the drooling mouth of her pussy and
stuffed it full! The lovely brunette ground her face against the musty
pillow and moaned as the long pole slid into her sperm soaked cunt and
pressed hard against her womb. How many did this make? The dazed woman
couldn't think clearly. She'd lost count of the hard pricks that had
been rubbed against her hands, jammed in her mouth and plunged deep in
her poor pussy!!!

The man behind her slammed hard at her bruised buttocks and the lovely
feel of his screwing prong ignited her again! Carol felt the burning
glow of passion spreading through her veins again. Her tired muscles
became strong and supple again as she began to shake her bottom and
thrust back, helping the faceless man ram his punishing column into
her until his heavy balls swayed and rubbed against the dripping lips
of her gorged cunt.

"Hurry up, man, I'm hard again and I want some more!" She heard the
voice beside them but she was too intent on her work to even bother
turning her head.

"Tough luck, pal. I just got started and she's gonna be busy for a
long time!" The man inside her gripped her hip bones and pulled her
closer, forcing a shuddering grunt of agreement from Carol's slack,
tired lips.

"I can't wait that long," the second man said. Then he paused and
chuckled. "Well, if one end is occupied, I guess I'll take the other."

Carol whimpered as her head was lifted away from the pillow and a
hairy, male form slipped in under her. The hand in her hair relaxed
and the aroused woman found her face pressed against the man's groin.
His erect cock rubbed against her cheek and in her thick hair. "You'd
better get with it, honey. You're just going to have to double up if
you're going to take care of all the stiff dongs that are waiting for
you!"

Before she could even think about it, Carol's wet tongue slithered out
of her mouth and she was greedily lapping at the heavy balls that hung
below the upright staff. She heard the man's pleased grunt and when he
raised his pelvis, she carefully, meekly began to suck them, moving
from one firm orb to the other until each was warm and slick with her
saliva.

The hand pulled her head up again and Carol eagerly opened her tired
lips as he fitted his swollen crown between them. The hand pulled her
head down until she had a mouthful of his cock. The bloated glans
pressed against the back of her throat and she was afraid that she
would choke. She tried to slip her hand around the wet stem to stop
it, but her hand was slapped away.

"You just eat me, chick. I'll decide when you can breathe!!!" Carol
whimpered. But she made no move to stop him. She loved the harsh sound
of his voice and gloried in his fierce dominance of her. "Now suck me
off, baby, while Larry there polishes that fat ass of yours!"

The hand guided her, making her head bob over his lap, forcing her
pretty lips up and down the wet bar of flesh. Her belly was in an
uproar. She felt the hard, penetrating strokes of the cock in her
gripping sheath and the sparks of pleasure drove her on. Forcing
her to suck deep and open her throat as the second cock jammed into
her. Making her dream that the two stalks would keep worming and
tearing at her until they met in the middle of her body and exploded,
filling her completely with cum!!!

"Oh man, oh man, but she's good. Can you see her suck? Aggghhhh, she's
going to turn me inside out!!!" The man behind Carol didn't answer.
But his pace picked up, shaking her wiggling, sweating body as his
belly slammed into her. Carol felt the long, gut pulling contractions
and knew that another orgasm was welling up inside her. Another
climax! She would go mad if she had to cum again. She'd lose her mind!

Despite her fears the lush bodied brunette shook and rolled her
bottom. The stretching motion of the cock inside of her pulled and
teased her burning clit until . . . "Agghhiiee ! ! !" She screamed and
moaned around the thick cock in her throat and the vibrations of her
scream were more than the man could stand!

"Jesus Christ, Aggghhh!!!!" The slippery cock began pumping the hot
cum directly down her throat and Carol would have gagged if she hadn't
been able to back off until she could suckle at the spurting tip
alone. He groaned and fucked her bubbling lips in short jabs as Carol
squealed and swallowed her way through her own mind bending orgasm,
shaking and rolling her tortured body madly!

The beautiful woman's hot love sheath clamped hard around the fat pole
that was snapping in and out. It milked and sucked at the prick until
he couldn't stand it. Her efforts were rewarded by a hot gush of semen
that filled her and ran out of her writhing bottom in a thick,
clinging stream!

Suddenly the cock in her mouth and the one inside of her pulled away,
leaving Carol feeling hollow and deserted. But not for long. Another
pair of of naked thighs slipped inside of hers and Carol whimpered in 
pain as a finger began to smear the slick cum that dripped out of her
over her raw little anus. "Hold her steady, boys. I want to see what
her tight ass feels like this time. Hold her down for me!"

Neither of them spoke, neither of them looked at one another as the
car hummed along the shady streets. Carol was slumped against the
door, staring sightlessly at the passing houses. The young woman was
dry eyed because she had no tears left to shed.

Each time that the car hit a bump, the beautiful policewoman winced.
Her body was sore and her insides felt bruised and bumped as if the
powerful cocks that had entered her had torn her and rearranged her
organs. She was also shamefully aware of the sticky cum that washed
about inside her stretched vagina. How many men's seed was in her now?

Carol didn't realize how far they had gone until Sergeant Miller
brought the car to a stop in front of her house. She heard him chuckle
and felt something pressed in a lifeless hand. Looking down Carol
realized that he'd given her the pictures! Before the stunned brunette
could speak, Miller killed the hope that was coning to life in her
defiled body.

"Relax, baby, I've still got the negatives. Those are just to remind
you of our deal." He grinned then spoke again, his hand moving slowly,
possessively on her wrist. "I won't see you tomorrow morning. I've got
the night watch for a few days. But I'll be in touch. You can count on
that."

Woodenly, Carol got out of the car and walked stiffly toward her door.
Each step she took stung her and she felt the awful mixed cum oozing
out of her, despite the wadded hankie she had pushed into herself to
stop the flow. She didn't even turn to look back when she heard the
car pull away.

Inside the house, Carol only paused long enough to make a quick phone
call before she hurried into the bath and started her shower. The
beautiful woman tore her soiled and wrinkled clothing away from her
body as she tried to forget everything!

Carol had finished her shower and sat on the sofa drying her hair when
the bell rang. "I came just as fast as I could, darling," Doris said
as she came into the room. The pretty little blonde looked at Carol.
Her warm, concerned eyes helped the younger woman keep a firm grip on
herself as she wordlessly handed her the envelope.

For what seemed like years, the little blonde stared at the pictures,
going over and over each one. Finally she slipped them back in the
envelope. "Who has the negatives?"

"Miller has them," Carol answered, refusing to lose control. "He says
that he'll turn them over to the Police Internal Affairs Investigators
if I don't . . . do favors for him." Her self-control was beginning to
crack. . . "He's turning me into a whore, Doris. It's going to destroy
me. But I have to do it! I can't let anyone else see those!" Suddenly
her eyes were full of tears and she almost screamed with despair,
"Help me, Doris! Help me find a way out of this!!!"

"Ohhhh, poor baby. Don't cry. Of course I'll help you," the little
blonde crooned at her. "You look so tired, dear. Did they hurt you?"
Carol nodded, feeling like a lost child. "Show me your bedroom,
darling, I'll give you a nice rubdown while we talk. Just leave
everything to me honey, I can help."

Carol pointed the way and allowed herself to be led into the room, she
made no protest when the robe was pulled away from her body and she
was pressed down on top of the cool, smooth sheets. Doris left her for
a few moments and Carol was so exhausted that she drifted into an
uneasy, troubled half sleep. Only to be awakened by cool lotion being
spread over her flesh by the older woman's warm, knowing hands.

Doris questioned her as she soothed the aches in Carol's shoulders and
back and finally her rounded, bruised bottom and thighs. She probed
and demanded until Carol had blurted out every shameful detail of her
one-woman orgy. The little woman's voice sounded strained and choked
as she bent low and whispered in Carol's ear.

"Ohhhh, darling, it must have been wild! All those hard cocks and just
you to take care of them! Here, baby, roll over so that I can do your
front"

It wasn't until she did roll over on her back that Carol realized that
all Doris was wearing was a sheer pair of panties as she massaged her!
The beautiful young woman stared at the smaller woman's pert, pointed
little breasts and remembered how she'd watched them sway and bounce
when that little boy fucked her so nicely. 

Doris seemed to realize what Carol was thinking, she smiled and
squared her shoulders, thrusting her firm, pear shaped breasts out for
inspection. "Not bad for an old lady, eh?" At the same time the
woman's slick, oiled hands worked over Carol's jutting globes sending
strange, frightening sparks of obscene excitement along her nerve
paths! Doris pretended that she didn't notice the effect she was
having on Carol as she went on.

"I have pretty breasts, darling. But I'd just love to have a big, hard
pair like these." Her fingers squeezed firmly on her flesh and Carol
couldn't hide the intense reaction of her pelvis as it jerked upward!
"You are so beautiful, darling. I'll just bet that all the girls just
love to suck and suck on your lovely nipples!"

For a moment Carol was so stunned that she wasn't sure that she'd
heard right. Then she knew that she had. Doris had said that girls
would like to suck on her there, not men or boys-but girls! 

The little blonde saw the amazement on her face and giggled as she
nodded her head. "Ohh, yes darling, I said girls. Haven't you ever had
a woman make love to you? Make your whole body sing with the lovely
sensations that only another woman knows how to give?"

An oiled forefinger traced its way down Carol's shaking body until it
found her open labia and slipped inside. The beautiful brunette gasped
and shook her head. "You should try it, darling. It's wonderful.
Another woman knows how to make all the hurts go away." The finger
found her swelling clit and pressed hard, making Carol moan and shut
her eyes in shame as the powerful pleasure made her washed and
perfumed mound oozed fresh drops of lube!!!

"Men are so cruel sometimes dear. You should understand that there are
times when only another woman can give you what you need." Doris
stopped speaking. But Carol felt the bed shift and then felt the
woman's warm breath on her flesh, just before a pair of lips found one
of her rigid nipples and sucked in hard!

"Ohhh nooo," the beautiful woman groaned, but her arms were slipping
up around the smaller woman's shoulders. Pulling her close. Helping
her gobble at her tingling breasts! "Doris . . . are you a . . . I
mean are you . . . ?"

The little woman pulled her suctioning lips away long enough to make a
happy, giggling response. "Of course not, silly! You know how much I
like hard cocks! I just like sweet, pretty girls too. There's nothing
wrong with that. Why can't you and I give each other some pleasure?
What makes it so wrong if we help each other be happy and satisfied?"
Her lips fastened on a hard nipple again and her finger twirled inside
of Carol's frothing cunt as the beautiful brunette made her first,
trembling advance. Her fingers finding and squeezing the blonde's firm
little breast as she hugged her closer to her body. "Don't worry
darling," Doris murmured as she came up for air. We'll fix all your
problems, I promise."

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Carol took her foot off the gas and let the car drift over to the curb
where Doris Abels and Terry White were waiting for her. It was dark
now and she could hardly believe that she'd managed to last through
the day. It had been the longest day in the young policewoman's life.
She'd been tempted to call in sick this morning. But her pride
wouldn't let her take the easy way out. But how she'd paid for that
pride. It was a price that she would never forget!

The beautiful woman shuddered and chewed at her lower lips when she
remembered all the leering, knowing looks that were flashed at her
when she reported in. She thought of the whispered comments, the sly
invitations she received and hated herself when she reminded herself
how she'd shivered and tingled all over when their hands brushed
against her body in the halls! It was easy to see that the story of
what had happened yesterday had spread through the station house like
a brush fire. Every man there had his eyes on her and she could almost
taste their arousal as she tried to be calm and act in a normal
fashion while she checked out the black and white. Even Lieutenant
Bixby had stopped in the hall and stared after her. Carol hadn't been
able to make herself meet his stare. He was one of the few there that
she valued and she didn't want to see what was in his eyes.

"Right on tune, everything's set. Did you call Miller?" Carol was
shaken out of her reverie and nodded hastily, a small grimace of
distaste wrinkled her pretty face.

"Oh yes, I called and he thinks that it would be a great idea to have
a little party in the ready room tonight. He was especially pleased to
hear that you wanted to come along. I won't tell you the things that
he said he'd like to do to you." She glanced at the little woman and
was mildly shocked at the pixie grin on her face.

"I'll bet it was terrific. Your good Sergeant tried to ball me once
but I managed to fend him off. I suppose his big, bad ego is a bit
bent out of shape about that!" Doris turned and patted Terry on the
hand. "Now you've got it down perfect. Just do what we discussed and
everything's going to be fine. Are you scared?"

The handsome boy flushed and shook his head. He still hadn't said a
word and Carol began to worry about him. It was easy to see that
despite what he might say that he was frightened and she couldn't
blame him at all.

"I . . . I appreciate your helping me, Terry," the beautiful brunette
said softly, not taking her eyes off the road. "I think it's a brave
thing for you to do." Her hand drifted down and patted his thigh.
Carol had only intended the pat to be friendly. But she was shocked
when she realized how good the firm muscle of his thigh felt and she
wished that he was going to be in that ready room tonight!

Carol swung into the lot and shut off the lights. Terry had slipped
down in the seat, so that no one looking at the car would notice where
he was. Doris stopped as she got out and pretended to be adjusting her
stockings as she whispered last minute instructions at the nervous
boy. "Now remember the middle drawer on the right side. A gray metal
box. My friend says that's where he keeps all his dirty little things.
Bring the whole box and we can destroy it. That'll save a lot of
people some grief!"

The small woman circled around the car and came up to Carol. The young
brunette was standing by the lot fence, staring at the old brick
station house as she waited. "Relax, darling. Just think, this is the
last time that you'll have to play with that bastard. And besides, he
isn't so bad-not for a walking, talking prick!"

For some reason Doris' weak joke caught Carol's sense of humor and she
wanted to whoop with laughter. Suddenly she wasn't frightened any
more. In fact, she was beginning to like the idea and was eager to
start! "Well, let's not stand here while there are all those nice men
in there just sitting on their hands while they wait for us."

Carol took Doris by the hand and they hurried toward the station. As
they crossed the street, the young woman saw a head appear then
disappear in a window. They'd been spotted and Miller was being told
right now! A small kernel of excitement began to roll around in her
belly and she felt her shapely thighs quake as they hurried up the
steps and in the door.

Carol flashed a glance at the man on the desk and flushed when she
remembered that he had been one of the ones at the party the day
before. His eyes followed her. But there was no expression on his face
to tell her what he was thinking.

"Well hello, ladies. Glad to see you. This little party is going to
make the long hours of the night pass a little quicker, I think."
Sergeant Miller was sitting at a desk in the ready room. Someone had
draped some towels over a bench and there were several bottles and a
bag of ice waiting for them. Several officers already had a drink in
their hands. Carol stood stiffly before her tormentor, not knowing
what to say or do. But Doris seemed right at home as she tossed her
sweater and purse down and picked up a drink that was waiting.

"Here's to a long, long night boys. Who's going to help poor Doris
slip out of these tight things and onto a warm cock?" The pretty
little blonde's crude remark cut through the stiffness in the room.
Carol was stunned at how quickly they laughed and began to move in on
them. The young woman stared at two large men as they stepped up on
either side of the little blonde. She watched their hands move over
her body and heard her friend's pleased sounding giggle as she happily
squirmed in the men's grasp.

"Come over here, honey. You and I have some nice things to talk over,"
Sergeant Miller said as he stood up. He held out a lean, boney hand
and Carol couldn't resist it. She slowly moved toward him, aware of
the envious glances of the other men who stood and watched.

"Now you boys hop it on out of here and give us a little privacy. I'll
let you know when it's your turn." There was the snap of command in
the man's voice and they obeyed him reluctantly, but they did it.
Someone had found two old leather couches somewhere and they stood in
the corner of the room. When Carol looked in that direction she saw
Doris already sitting on one as the two men with her pulled and tugged
her clothing off.

Miller's hand closed around her wrist and Carol found herself being
drawn toward the second couch. The lovely young woman was afraid. But
through the fear she felt the excitement rising in her.

Doris was naked except for her stockings and garter belt. Carol felt
her blind, unreasoning hungers rising up in her as she watched the
men's tanned fingers working over the little woman's white,
translucent flesh. Tweaking and pulling at her rosy pink nipples.
There was the sound of a zipper being pulled then another and the
little blonde's hands were suddenly filled with hard, pulsating
pricks! Carol shuddered as she heard Miller's dry voice in her ear and
felt his hot breath on her neck.

"You like watching that, baby? Does it turn you on to watch your
friend jacking off two big cocks at once?" Miller's fingers were
moving around her waist, pressing at her plump mound from outside her
tight skirt. Pressing the firm bulge in his own pants against her
yielding bottom.

"Ohhhh, yes, I love it," Carol whispered as her lush body jerked and
twisted under the expert touch of his hands. Carol knew that she meant
what she was saying. She wasn't pretending anymore. She may have come
in here under a pretense. But now she wanted what they had to give
her. She would despise herself later. But she couldn't stop now. She
needed it so much!!!

Sergeant Miller's strong hands turned her around and pushed the
shaking young woman to her knees before him. "Well, show me how you
like it. Show everybody what you want from old Miller."

There was a mean, taunting grin on his face. But Carol didn't care.
Her palms had slid down the front of his uniform and were molding
themselves over the huge outline of his prick. It didn't matter if he
wanted to humiliate her. Wanted to make her debase herself in front of
others. All that she wanted was the hard, gristle of his prick!

Her face burning, aware of the stares of the other men beside her and
those standing in the doorway, Carol's shaking hands pulled the stiff
uniform zipper down and slipped her finger inside to find the lovely
rod that she needed so much.

Miller grunted and helped her pull his firm erection free of his
shorts. Then let his hands drop on the top of her head. Carol stared
in fascination at the broad, spade-shaped glans. At the one thick drop
of lube that oozed out of the slit on top. She held him with both
hands and squeezed firmly as she began to obediently masturbate him.
The fingers at the top of her head gave her a cue and she shut out
everyone else watching. Slowly, lovingly, she brought the crimson nut
to her lips. The tall man grunted as Carol applied the suction to his
swollen knob then pushed her head forward, taking more and more of his
bloated shaft into her mouth until the tip blocked her throat. The
lovely woman heard the sighs and grunts around her and knew that the
other men were becoming excited watching her gobble and gnaw at the
fat cock. She heard sighs and wet smacking sounds behind her and knew
that Doris was following suit, sucking and working at the two pricks
that she held. Now was the time, when everyone was caught up in the
obscene spectacle in the room, now was the time for Terry to move!

Even though she knew she shouldn't risk it, Carol opened one eye and
stared in the direction of the duty office. Through the frosted glass,
the beautiful woman saw Terry's silhouette moving across the room and
bend over the desk. Quickly, the excited girl shut her eyes again and
began to suck frantically at the dripping stalk that was trying to
slide all the way down her throat and into her shaking belly. It was
going to happen soon and she was sorry that she and Doris couldn't
spend the whole long night with these strong, powerful men. Letting
them demand and take until they were worn limp and powerless.

Suddenly there was a loud crashing sound and everyone in the room
stopped and looked in the direction of the office. The frosted glass
was still dropping out of the frame, leaving Terry standing in plain
sight holding the gray metal box that he'd come for. "I slipped," the
boy said, stupidly staring at the stunned faces across from him. No
one said a single word.

Sgt. Miller was the first to recover. "You dirty bitch," he shouted at
Carol as he pushed her dripping mouth away from his wilting cock.
"Give me that box, boy, or I'll shoot you where you stand!!!"

For another split second Terry stood staring at the enraged man then
his mind snapped into gear and he whirled around and dashed out of the
other door, the door that led to the hallway. "God damn it, stop him,"
Miller screamed at the stunned officers who still stood staring at
their leader. Miller had to stop long enough to zip up his trousers
before he charged at the open door, scattering amazed policemen in
every direction.

"Come on, honey. It's time to leave. Come on, Carol, snap out of it!"

The dazed young woman turned her head and stared at Doris in blank
amazement. The little blonde had slipped back into her skirt and
blouse and held her underwear in her hand. She was obviously nervous
and her fear communicated itself to Carol and the young woman suddenly
realized what a bad situation she would be in when Sergeant Miller
came back!!!

They pushed through the few men who still stood in the door and made
their way out to the front door. The sight that met them there held
them frozen. Terry White was sprinting down the closed parking lot
like a startled deer. Sergeant Miller was shouting and waving his arms
as he ran after him. Apparently the older man realized that he wasn't
going to catch the boy because he stopped and jerked out his service 
revolver.

"Halt or I'll shoot, you little bastard, halt!!!" Miller's voice rang
clear in the night air and Carol was aware of the muttered
exclamations around her. The men didn't want to see the boy shot. But
they were too far away to prevent it. Terry must have heard the shout
because he ran even faster, weaving like a down field runner on a
football team. Sgt. Miller stood terribly still and followed the boy
through his sights until he squeezed off one booming shot.

For a long moment no one moved on the steps. The sound of the gunfire
echoed in their ears. Then there was the sound of a car door opening
and Lieutenant Bixby got out of his car and stood looking down at the
gaping hole in his radiator. Terry had dodged at the last moment and
Sergeant Miller had shot the Lieutenant's personal auto!!!

Lieutenant Bixby looked huge and grim as he advanced toward Sergeant
Miller. The Sergeant stood very still, his revolver still smoking in
his hand. Bixby's expression didn't change as his voice carried clear
and calm in the night stillness. "Miller, you are a stupid asshole."
The tall officer didn't move an inch as the bigger man drew back his
big fist and hit him flush on the chin!

Standing over the reclining figure of Sergeant Miller, Lieutenant
Bixby shouted over his shoulder, "Boy, you and that box better get
into my office right now, and you on the steps get back in the
station!!!"

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The last of the Internal Affairs men were leaving. One stayed behind
and watched as ex-Sgt. Miller cleaned out his desk and locker. Carol
stood in a dark corner and watched what was happening. It had all
happened so fast that she could barely believe it. Bixby had taken
Terry into his office with the box and shut the door. They had stayed
in there such a long time that she was about to go insane with the
tension, when Lieutenant Bixby had come to the door and motioned to
her to come in.

Carol clenched her hands when she remembered how embarrased she'd been
when she saw the photos and the negatives on the desk. But the big
man's expression told her nothing. Neither did Terry's as he sat in a
big chair.

Bixby scooped up the pictures and handed them to her then stopped. A
strange smile crossed his face as he reached into the box and handed
her another set of pictures.

"Go on, Miss Davis. I think you've earned a look," he'd said. She
gasped when she looked and saw almost the same type of shots only it
was Lieutenant Bixby and some pretty girl instead of her. "Looks like
you and I both made out tonight, young lady, congratulations." Without
another word he'd handed her his lighter and she burned both sets of
photos and negatives. 

Now she watched Miller being taken away in disgrace. He'd be held
downtown until it was decided if charges would be brought against him.
But regardless if they were or not, he was through on the police force
and that was good.

As they passed her, the last investigator smiled and shook Carol's
limp hand. "Good work, Officer Davis. You'll get a commendation for
this undercover job, congratulations." Carol stared after him in mute
amazement. She almost laughed aloud as she saw the disgusted look on
Miller's face as he turned and took one last look at her.

"Would you come in for a moment, Officer Davis?" Carol turned and
moved slowly for the door of Lieutenant Bixby's office. "Officer
Rankin, would you drive Mrs. Abels and the boy home?"

Doris gave her a warm wink, and Terry smiled as they filed past her
and left. Once she was inside the office, Lieutenant Bixby shut the
door behind her and caught her arm before she could move away from
him. The big man pulled her close to him, mashing her breasts against
his broad chest. "I think you can relax. They've got Miller and he
will have to go along with my story of drunken parties and wanton
shooting unless he wants to tell the truth and get an even harder set
down. You're a hero according to the Internal Affairs boys and you
know they're never wrong."

Carol shivered with excitement as she felt his strong hands moving
over her soft body. She remembered how excited she'd been just a
little while ago and the frustrated desires sprang back to life as she
felt his firm cock begin to swell against her belly.

"I've been thinking, Officer Davis," the big man whispered as his
hands pulled her skirt up her hips until he could tug down her filmy
panties. "You and I make a good team. How would you like to do some
real undercover work with me? We could be a team. And just think of
all the crooks and bad buys we could round up if we were just working
together?" Carol couldn't answer him, she was too busy helping him
slip her damp panties down over her shoes.

"Think of it, baby! Wouldn't we make a nice team?" The big man's voice
was purring as he pressed her forward until she lay face down on his
desk. "Ohhh yeah, a great team," he whispered as the thick crown of
his cock nuzzled between her parted cheeks and wet itself in her warm,
willing cunt.

"Unnngggghhhhh I think that would be nice, darling," the beautiful
woman sighed as she wiggled her bottom, helping him cram his fat organ
all the way into her, "Especially the part about being under covers,
that's the best part."

He chuckled and began to move in her, spreading and working her body
as he slipped his massive stalk in and out of her. Carol groaned
happily and clutched at the edge of the desk, holding herself steady.
As his bull like lunges shook her body, she thought of Doris and Terry
and smiled. Maybe she could get them under the covers too. Who knows
what you can do if you're a hero?

THE END


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