Message-ID: <11730eli$9805301641@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11730.txt> From: zifferman@aol.com (Zifferman) Subject: cop 2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998053017212400.NAA10743@ladder01.news.aol.com> Melvin relaxed and opened his eyes. His shot had caught Jenette full on the forehead and now meandered down her face to her chin. It bridged her parted lips and she smiled up at the sweaty officer. The tip of her tongue traced a line around her lips, gathering the thick white caviar. "Can you drive me?" Jenette asked innocently. "Uh? Now? Sure, I guess," Melvin said, his disappointment evident in this voice. But when Jenette turned around and leaned on the Erman's dinning room table with her elbows and said, "Ok, then DRIVE ME," he relaxed. She arched her back so that her mons was presented to her husband's partner. Melvin was surprised at how hairy her cunt was. It wasn't one of those sloppy hairy cunts, but it had a well-defined thick bush of almost-white cunt hair. The pink envelope of her pussy lips showed through the mat. Looking over her shoulder at Melvin she wiggled her butt from side to side and smiled like a mischievous child. His trousers crumpled around his ankles, Melvin hopped up behind Jenette and held her butt still. He guided his spit-slickened tube toward her gash. Jenette reached between her legs and spread her swollen pussy lips for him and helped his aim. She was agonizingly tight. She moaned loudly and tilted her head heavenward as his cock sank into her warmth. ‘I hate to be getting into Sam's stuff," Melvin said without conviction, his balls pressing against her cunt edges. "You passed Sam's stuff three inches ago, Mel," Jenette hissed. Locking his wide hands around her narrow waist Melvin began some long, leisurely strokes. He wanted to give her time to adjust to his girth. Jenette raised on her toes to better the angle on her vagina. Then she saw the framed photo of her and Sam on their wedding day on the table inches from her nose. She picked up the photo and with tears streaming down her cheeks said, "Oh, Sam! Why did this have to happen now?!" Then she laid the picture face down on the table. Jenette had never felt so stuffed with cock before. This was what her pussy was designed for, to be hammered by some horse-hung stud. The thick, course hairs of his hard balls tickled her clitty with each stroke. The huge, blood-filled rod pistoned in and out of her quim with such regularity that her climax was fast approaching. The force of his thrusts pushed the hoydenish blond off the flood and onto her belly on the table. The place settings shattered to the floor unnoticed. Melvin had to follow Janette onto the table, his knees on either side of her legs, and he continued to hammer her as if trying to drive her into the table top. Janette kept her rear turned upward to better take his strokes and she gathered the table clothe in her mouth to muffle her screams of ecstasy. "Oh, Shit! I'm comming, Sam! I'm comming!!!" she wailed, spittle flying from her gritted teeth. "I'm comming too, Sam!" Melvin grunted, as his massive cock spit jet after jet of sizzling white- hot baby batter deep into the writhing girl's belly. Janette's own climax exploded in her cunt and radiated out to every molecule of her being. She stammered and panted, her eyes clamped shut, trying to catch her breath. At last, Melvin's stiff body relaxed and he collapsed in a heavy, spent heap on Janette's back. She reached behind her and gently racked her long nails on the sides of his hairy ass. She could feel his organ slowly deflating, shrinking in her abused vagina. She tried to clamp down on it to prevent it from leaving her body, but it finally plopped free and drooled on her anus. "I think we'd better go and see about your husband," Melvin said after resting upon Janette for almost ten minutes. "Who? Oh, yeah. Poor Sam!" Janette said with a sniffle. She rose from the table and ran her hand down her belly, feeling the warmth deep within. "You know," she said, "I think maybe Sam DID get me pregnant before he was shot. I feel life inside me." Melvin rolled his eyes upward and gave silent thanks that, at least generally, he looked like Sam. Maybe the child could pass as Sam's. Janette dressed quickly, not wasting time showering, and joined Melvin in the squad car. At the hospital Sam was being wheeled out of surgery. Janette gingerly held his hand and wept. The surgeon met with both Melvin and Janette and was all smiles. "I think your husband will pull through nicely. The bullet missed all the vital organs." "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Janette wept, her mind on a totally different vital organ, that hanging beneath the belly of her husband's best friend, Melvin. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>