~Subject: Ladycop  Chapter 13
~From: SDJS55C@prodigy.com (Mark Allen)
~Date: 13 Oct 1995 03:08:56 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

                                Chapter 13



     It seemed Menzmer had dropped off the face of the earth.
There hadn't been a whisper since the informants tip about him
trying to sell the Karpella gang a suitcase of sugar. They knew
he had been quite severely beaten and dumped someplace, but
where, nobody knew. 
     There was nothing more they could do until someone spotted
him or until he made a mistake and got himself caught. Devlin in
the meantime tried quietly to find a safe group he and Karla
could attend with comparable safety. He found himself running
into solid walls every time he made mention of sex and bondage
clubs in the bay area. No one seemed to want to talk about even
having knowledge of such a thing. He knew the one in Marin, but
he didn't want to subject Karla to their kind of weird ideas.
Running out of possibilities however, he called the secret number
he'd always used in the past. Sure enough, the same voice
answered. After explaining that he wanted to set up another
appearance for the two of them, he was told to wait until he was
contacted by phone.                   
     The call came several hours later, it was from Joseph
himself. "Mister Devlin, I'm surprised. I didn't think we'd hear
from you again. What is it you want?"
     "The girl and I would like another to attend another meeting
of the group. Can you help us?"
     "Is there an ulterior motive?" Joseph asked.
     "No, of course not. Look, we enjoyed the last time and its
like an addiction. Can't you understand that?"
     "Yes, I'm afraid I can. Very well then. We'll be having our
monthly get together in just a couple days on the full moon. I'll
call you."
     
     Devlin finished the conversation but didn't feel like
calling Karla to tell her the news. Instead he decided to wait
until evening and tell her in person. Night had fallen across the
city when he finally took a chance and knocked at her door. They
hadn't talked in a couple of days and he wasn't sure she would
even be at home. He exhaled slowly when she opened the door
dressed in her old housecoat. He hadn't even realized he was
holding his breath. "Sorry to barge in," he stammered
momentarily. "I took a chance you might be here."
     "It's okay. Come in, I'll make some coffee."
     Devlin entered the apartment and closed the door as she
headed into the kitchen. "Any news yet on our sick friend?"
     "Nope, nothing. He's gone into hiding but good. I did have a
call from our other friend, Joseph, though."
     "Really? What'd you find out?"
     "Couple days. There'll be a full moon and they're having
another meeting. Some of these groups are funny that way."
     She felt her heart leap. She tried to hide how much it sent
her blood coursing through her veins but wasn't sure how well she
pulled it off. She had been going through hell mentally, knowing
it was abnormal to feel this way but still wanting to do it
again. "Jim, are we doing the right thing? What if they pull
another stunt like the last time?"
     "I don't know, Karla, I just don't know. I suppose there's
always a chance, but you can be sure I'll take all precaution
this time."
     "All right. I can't wait, let's do it. " she said
breathlessly.
     "To tell you the truth, I feel the same way. I wasn't sure
after the experience in the warehouse whether I was going to be
all right but I think everything is okay now."
     "Meaning what? You never said anything was worrying you."
     "Yeah, I know. Its a little embarrassing to talk about. I
had some ruptured veins that turned me black and blue. Worst of
all I haven't had an erection for several days. It started
feeling better yesterday and I think I'm going to be okay now."
     Karla turned her back and smiled so that he couldn't see
her. "Why don't you come over here and finish this coffee. I've
got something I need to do."
     As Karla left the kitchen, Jim plugged in the pot and sat
down at the kitchen table. Almost half an hour went by while he
consumed two cups of her coffee and he began to wonder what in
hell she was doing. A noise at the doorway made him turn and look
toward her bedroom. His heart thumped in his chest and he felt
his throat constrict at what he saw. She was leaning against the
door jamb with a smile on her sensuous lips. Gone was the
housecoat and nearly everything else. She looked at him with a
gleam in her eye as he drank in her beauty. Fresh makeup made her
look radiant. All she was wearing now were tiny string bikini
panties and black high heels. "You sure you want to drink more
coffee?" she said in a laughing voice.
     "You wanna tell me what you're up to, Sinclair?" he chided.
     "I rather sort of thought you might be able to figure it out
for yourself, Devlin."
     She glided across the kitchen floor and sank easily into his
lap. "I told you the other night I'd love to have you one more
time. Well, it looks like I'm going to have to make good on my
offer."
     "Karla . . . you . . . you don't have to do . . .
     "Oh, shut up, Devlin.
     She bent her head slightly and covered his mouth with her
soft, wet lips. He felt her tongue as it touched the inside of
his mouth and it was like stars exploding in his head. He felt
his cock suddenly respond within the tight confines of his
slacks. Her free hand dropped to his lap and rubbed the hardening
mass. Pulling back slowly she inhaled a lung full of air. "It
seems to be working quite well now."
     He stood with her still in his lap. Holding her across his
arms he waltzed her into the bedroom and dropped her gently onto
the spread. Nearly tearing his clothes off he was sure he heard a
button or two dance across the floor before he fell next to her
on the soft mattress.
     From there they began acting more like hungry animals than
human beings. He took her in his arms and covered her mouth once
again with his. Their tongues fought a battle all their own as
they tore at each other in a delicious fury. She started biting
his tongue, sharp even teeth worrying and nipping at it. Pulling
back he lowered his mouth to her breasts and worked his tongue
around one of her hardened nipples. It tasted like solidified
honey, sweet and intoxicating. He sucked with long, growingly
ecstatic bliss on her precious protuberance. Lowering his hand to
the topmost area of her slit he peeled the thick lips open to
feel the hard prominence of her clit amid the copious flow of 
sweet nectar. A shudder passed through her body as his fingers
slowly toyed with the puffy red opening of her sex wound. 
     His prick jerked violently as her hand closed tightly around
the shaft. She caught a quick glimpse of his rigid length, the
crested crown jutting from the rock-hard shaft, red-veined and
angrily stiff. The blackness of the bruises didn't bother her as
she felt her dripping pussy pulsate for a taste of it. Unable to
control herself any longer she twisted her body up and over him.
With superhuman effort she urged her body downward, forcing his
prick to penetrate her with one steady, upward surging thrust.
She didn't stop pushing her loins onto his cock until she could
feel its entire length firmly embedded within her smoldering
tunnel. Then she began twisting her hips in a circular, grinding
action to make every centimeter of her pussy feel the hard weapon
buried within.
     She held his prick in an iron grip between her legs. Like a
madwoman she was not to be denied. Her body churned violently up
and down like a runaway well driller until she suddenly threw her
head backwards and reached the summit of her lust. He felt his
prick swamped with a long, hot flow of her precious love juices
as they pumped and gushed out of her pussy in wild abandon. The
screams emitting from her lungs tore at his eardrums as she hit
her pinnacle. Gritting his teeth as hard as he could, he fought
to stop his climax as it threatened to burst forth from within
his pulsing shaft. Not yet, he thought, not yet.
     He had to nearly fight her before he could roll her over
onto her back. Now gaining the topmost position he felt her cunt
walls clamped stickily around his cock, making slurpy sounds as
he continued thrusting into her. She hurled her pelvis at him as
he rammed his aching cock home into her luscious cunt again and
again. He was utterly unstoppable now as he felt the first pulse
building within his balls. Moving quickly he slipped his hands
under her buttocks and pushed her legs up over his shoulders. His
cock was buried in her so far he could feel the membrane
separating her vagina and stomach wall.
     His prick was like a piston as he hammered into her
mercilessly and he screamed unendingly as the first burning jet
blasted the length of his shaft and exploded within her gyrating
pussy. He lost track of the spasms as they racked his body.
Together they lunged and fought each other until from sheer
exhaustion they had to roll to the side and stop the mad, crazy
bout. Panting and exhausted, he withdrew his still hard cock and
collapsed beside her on the spread.
     Long minutes passed before they had the strength to move.
She slowly sat up next to him. "I had no idea," she stammered.
     "No idea about what?" he asked.
     "No idea that it would be like that. It was mind blowing."
     "That may be the understatement of the day. You're one
fantastic lay, Karla Sinclair. Damn I'm glad I found you."
     "I'm glad you found me, too. It was wonderful to know your
equipment is working all right again."
     "So am I, my girl, so am I.
     
     They lay back on her bed, both flushed in the afterglow of
wild and fantastic lovemaking. Devlin gently ran his finger
around her nipple and aureole, watching her delicate bud harden
once again as they found solace in each others arms. The silence
was painfully shattered as her phone clattered to life next to
the bed. "Yes," she answered.
     She listened for a minute while Devlin continued running his
hands over her naked, hot flesh. He heard her say she thought so
and would be on her way. She hung the phone back on the cradle as
she turned back to him. "Menzmer struck again. Young dancer out
near the park. Guess we better get dressed and take a run out
there."
     "Damn, he even screws up my personal life. All right, let's
get up and out of here. Duty calls."