John Friday

Raped wild wife

CHAPTER ONE

Grant Dunlap worked the four-to-midnight shift, but as usual, he'd gone in early, leaving his wife alone and restless in the middle of the afternoon. Veronica paced back and forth in the kitchen of their modest tract home, fuming with rage and frustration. He hadn't fucked her in almost a month.

Everyone said Grant was a good cop. One of the best! His personnel folder was full of commendations for the tough cases he'd cracked, for bravery under fire, for being wounded twice in the line of duty and still getting the job done.

"Yeah, you're one hell of a good cop," Veronica said aloud. "But as a husband, you're a worthless piece of shit!"

The rattle of a lawnmower in their backyard accented her feeling of agitation. It criss-crossed the small patch of lawn as she paced the kitchen floor, left to right and back again. At least Billy Chapman accomplished something in his travels, cutting the grass that Grant hadn't had time for since winning a promotion to the Detective Division six months ago. He was so happy to be working in plainclothes at last.

"Big deal!" Veronica snarled to the empty room. "I like you best with no clothes at all!" But Grant had no more time for her than he did the lawn.

Last night, when Grant came off his shift, Veronica practically begged him to fuck her. She wore that pale blue baby-doll nightgown that he used to love. The lacy fringe barely covered her rich, dark spread of pussy hair.

She poured him a beer, and she stroked his cock while he drank it down. But nothing happened. Nothing at all! He pushed her hand away from his prick and said: "Get me another beer."

"What's the matter?" she moaned.

"You don't know, do you?" Grant bolted upright in his chair, every muscle in his body tense and hard except the one in his cock. "I'm on the Vice Squad, remember? I picked up three whores during my shift. The oldest girl was just a kid. One had her front teeth knocked out. The second one had cigarette burns on a pussy barely old enough to grow hair. And the third one took a flying leap out of a fourth floor window rather than let some old bastard ram his fist up her ass. His fist, damn it. His whole fucking fist! She was blonde, she was naked, and I think once she was very pretty. But it's hard to tell when you scrape the pieces off the sidewalk and pour them into a rubber bag."

Veronica felt her gut wrench. "That's not my fault! Damn it, I didn't want you to be a cop in the first place. My father will give you a job tomorrow that pays more."

"What? In his fucking furniture store? Tracking down people who won't pay for the plastic-coated crap that he sells on credit for two or three times what it's worth?"

"Oh, God – Grant!"

"If I worked bunko instead of vice, I'd have your fucking father's ass in the slam."

Veronica shuddered and slumped against the kitchen nil just thinking about last night. Then she gulped a breath and straightened herself. "You can wallow in shit if you watt, Grant Dunlap… but you aren't going to drag me down!" she cried in a voice shrill with desperation.

Outside, the lawnmower was still clattering back and forth. Veronica walked to the window and looked out. Billy Chapman's T-shirt was damp, clinging to his body with sweat. His rippling muscles bulged hard beneath the frail web of knit cloth.

In the crotch of his faded blue jeans, she could see an enormous cock bulge. It seemed to swell with each step he took, pulsing with the same kind of restless frustration that she felt.

Veronica was thirty, almost old enough to be Billy's mother. He was just a kid, but already a criminal in Grant's eyes. He didn't even want the kid to mow their lawn. "He's been busted twice for car clouting," Grant had told her. He checked everyone they met through R and I – Records and Identification. "The last timer they caught him with a fucking closet full of tape decks and CB's!"

"Give him a chance!" Veronica roared back. "What harm can he possibly do mowing our lawn?"

"He could break into the house and rape your ass, that's what he could do! He had two busts for assault before he was out of the fucking fifth grade?"

Veronica smiled and pulled open the back door. "Billy?" she called. "Hey, Billy."

"Yeah?" The clatter of the lawnmower stopped abruptly. The boy turned and saw her leaning out the backdoor. Her tits bulged out of her skimpy halter-top, and her ass was packed into a pair of tight shorts.

"I thought you must be getting awfully hot. Would you like something tall and cool to drink?"

I'd like something tall and cool all right if you weren't married to the toughest fucking cop in the whole damn town! Billy Chapman didn't care shit about mowing lawns. The money he made was a joke. He could do better in two minutes popping hubcaps off the right kind of car. But it kept his juvenile probation officer happy, and let him meet a lot of bored wives who wanted more than their grass mowed down.

He ambled toward the door with his thumbs hooked in the front pockets of his jeans. So what if her old man is a fucking tough cop? He thought. That just makes her a nicer prize. "Maybe I'm hotter than I thought," he said.

"I have a big pitcher of iced tea," Veronica said. She brushed back a strand of hair that tumbled over one eye. It was deep-brown and glistened like mink!

"How about a beer?"

"Oh, Billy you're too young for that."

"Bill," he said, stepping upon to the porch. "I hate being called Billy."

"All right… Bill. But no beer."

"Maybe you'd rather I get right down to it and start sucking on one of your big beautiful tits?"

"I'll get you a beer!" she said quickly.

Veronica had a feeling that she'd done the wrong thing. But it was too late now. Billy… Bill was already in the house. He pushed the back door closed and leaned against it, leering when she bent down to pull a frosty bottle of Grant's favorite beer off the bottom shelf of the refrigerator.

She wrenched off the cap and handed it to him, smiling weakly. If Grant caught them like this, he'd break the dark bottle over the boy's head and probably ram the jagged neck of it up her ass.

"This is good stuff," he said, after rolling a big gulp around in his mouth. "But I see something I like even better."

"NO!" Veronica backed away, raising her hands, wishing they were large enough to cover her heaving tits. Even with her fingers interlaced, the soft cleft between her tits remained in plain view.

"What's the matter? Isn't that why you invited me in?"

"Yes… no. Oh, shit – I don't know! Don't touch me… Grant will kill us both!"

"Only if he finds out, and I've been dodging the cops for years." He snaked his arms around Veronica's slender waist and pressed her against the cock bulge between his legs.

"Hhhuuuunnngh!" she gasped, but she rocked her hips, teasing his monster cock with the soft, pliant dome of her pussy mound.

Bill's cock stiffened inside his jeans. "You want my cock, don't you, baby? You want me to fuck you with my big prick."

"No!" She made a half-hearted attempt to break out of his grasp. "Grant carries a Magnum. If he came home now, he'd splatter your ass all over the wall!"

"But he ain't coming home, is he? He's out prowling in that unmarked car that any stupid shit head can spot four blocks away."

Bill tugged at the knot binding her halter-top and jerked it away. He let the cloth drop and leered at the woman's naked tits, wetting his lips with a teasingly slow swipe of his tongue. "Now there's a real pair – double D. Double deluxe tits with nipples that look like hubcaps off a truck!"

"You bastard! Get out of here!" Veronica tried vainly to cover her tits. They were huge, and the nipples that held his steely glare were already taut with an odd mix of fear and desire.

"I'm gonna love sucking on, those big tits while I ram my cock into your cunt!" He smirked and started pulling down his pants.

Veronica bolted then. Grant's off-duty gun was hanging in the hall closet – a snub-nosed.38 that regulations required him to carry even on those rare occasions when the two of them went to church.

Chapman stumbled after her, kicking off his jeans. "You bitch!" he roared. This is going to be more fun than I ever thought! He realized.

Veronica made it to the closet door. She yanked it open and fumbled for the gun. Bill caught her from behind, clasping her huge tits, unaware as yet what she sought with her thrashing hands.

Her fingers closed on the checkered walnut grip of the gun, but Bill's fingers were twirling her rigid nipples in tight spirals.

"Aaaagggghhhh," she moaned, and she lost her grasp. Her hands fluttered weakly at her sides while sobs of obscene pleasure burst from her lips.

Bill saw the gun swaying when her hands dropped. On the same belt, he saw a pair of handcuffs in a snap-topped leather pouch.

"Hot damn!" he hurled her aside and hauled the handcuffs out.

Veronica went spinning halfway across the room. Her long hair flew in tangled waves. She barked her shin on the coffee table, fell across it, and sprawled face down on the couch.

Chapman was on her before she could catch her breath. He yanked her right arm back, placed it in the gleaming stainless steel cuff and chuckled viciously as the metal ratchet-jaw snapped shut.

"You stupid shit – Grant will use your balls the next time he plays golf!"

"I ain't playing, lady. I mean to fuck me a cop's wife, and I mean to enjoy the hell out of it!"

"Oooooh, God!" Veronica tried to turn around, but Bill yanked her other arm back and slapped on the cuff. It clanked shut with a sound as final as the slamming of hell's gate.

"Now, bitch… roll over. Let's see how horny you really are." He lifted her legs and tossed her lengthwise on the couch. All her ranting about what her husband might do only made it more exciting.

Bill snagged his hands in the waistband of her tight shorts and ripped them off. Cloth ripped and seams parted.

She had a T-shaped spread of rich brown pussy curls – a broad band reaching out almost to the points of her hips, and a dense but narrow stripe that ran down and disappeared between her legs.

"Lemme see," Chapman said. He grabbed her ankles and jerked her legs apart. "God damn, the hair is so thick, I can't even see your cunt!"

But he knew it was there. He caught the rise of a musky scent. He grinned, wetting his lips again. Veronica winced. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she felt a searing tension around her wrists and straining torture where her shoulders were pulled back.

"It was your fucking husband who busted me the last time," Chapman said with a sneering grin. "He was just a fucking beat cop then… I guess maybe you didn't know that… but he cuffed me and slammed my head up against the fucking door post of the car. He said he knew the Goddamn stupid juvenile court judge wouldn't do shit to me, so he was going to take care of it right there in the car."

Veronica winced from the pain of her wrenched atmd and the tension of mounting fear. It had turned the oils in her pussy to a creeping ice-flow.

"You're lucky," he said coldly. "He had a big fucking lead-weighted club. All I've got is my cock… a very big, very hot cock." He stroked his prick with his right hand, gloating at the size and throbbing strength of it. "I have to jack-off five, maybe six times a day just to keep this big fucker from ripping my pants. Think what it's going to do to a tight, neglected pussy like yours!"

She was surprised he used the word neglected. He seemed wise beyond his years, and she felt certain that she was not the first bored wife to gape at his massive cock.

"Billy… I mean, Bill… you're going to get in big trouble for doing this!"

"Maybe, but I'm going to suck on a big, beautiful pair of tits first."

He pinched one thick dark nipple between his thumb and first finger, and he lowered his mouth to the other, lashing and twirling it with his tongue.

"Huuuunnngh!" Veronica groaned. Her first thought was that she'd rather have her tits run through a wringer. But the way he stroked her nipple with his tongue, the way his fingers spread and slid down to encase the whole of her creamy tit mound… She heard herself moan with pleasure in spite of her cringing fear.

"You fucking bitches are all alike," he said.

Veronica answered with a meaningless grunt. She tugged uselessly against the metal bands binding her arms, not so much because she wanted to get free, but because she wanted to get her hands on Billy Chapman's big cock. It had been so long since Grant had a hard-on as big and hard as that.

Bill sucked and gave her nipple another vicious tongue-lashing. The frantic suction and whip-like strokes of his tongue brought a scream of disgust to Veronica's lips, but the waves of pleasure rolling over her choked off the sound.

"Now I've got to check out your pussy," he said with a hungry grin. "I hope your cunt don't stink like that cop husband of yours. I can smell a cop two blocks away."

He put his hand on the stripe of silky cunt curls that ran down and disappeared between her legs. The skin on both sides was milk-white, and it was shivering. He ran his finger between her thighs seeking the warmth and dampness of her hidden cunt slit. Then he raised his hand and sniffed it.

"Nope… it don't smell like cop to me. What's the matter, won't your old man fuck you?"

"No," she said. The word just slipped out. "Not for a long time."

"What a dumb shit he must be! If I had a pussy like this at home, I'd be fucking it all the time." Bill wiggled his fingers between her legs and dipped into her juicy cunt again.

"Hhhaaaah," she gasped. She couldn't help it, her hips began to make fuck motions.

"That's what you want, isn't it? You want my big cock in your pussy!"

"Yes… damn it. Yes! Fuck me, you son of a bitch. Ooooh, fuck me hard. Pound my cunt and make it burn."

The horny teenager pried her legs apart with a rough sweep of his hands. One leg dangled off the edge of the couch, her foot resting flat on the floor. The other, he lifted and threw up on the back of the couch.

"Hhhoooo!" she gasped expectantly.

Her cuffed wrists hurt, and the pain made her brown eyes water. Her hands formed fists of tension beneath her back.

Bill climbed over her dangling leg and crouched down, a leering grin curled on his lips. "This is what you want, a solid foot of hot thick cook." He jerked his cock up and down so the cushioned head of it raked her twitching clit.

"Hhhaaagggh!" she cried. "Oooooh, shit!"

In her mind, Veronica hated what he was doing to her, but in her cunt, she was ready to fuck. More than ready. She humped and spread her legs as wide as she could, exposing her sleek, dark pussy at last.

"I love your hairy cunt," Bill said. He pitched forward and bridged himself above her. "And I love those big, delicious tits!"

He was drooling at the thought of fucking the sexy bitch, and it was all the better because she was a cop's wife. "This is what I think of that shit head you're married to – huuunnngh!" He rammed his cock in, sinking it to the thick, hairy root, then he twisted it, wrenching his hard prick-shaft around her tight cunt.

Veronica let out a long wail. A knife stabbed into her chest would have shocked her less. She'd never been unfaithful to Grant and never thought she would have cause to be. He had a great cock when he felt like using it. But now, there was a strange and viciously hot prick inside of her pussy. It pumped in and out, spreading the long wet tube of her cunt so violently that blue-white sparks of pain seemed to burst like rockets before her eyes.

"You love it, don't you? You want my prick rammed in as far as it will go!"

"Yyyeeesss," she hissed through teeth clenched in shock. "Oooooh, yes! Fuck me! Rape me! Fill my aching cunt!"

He squeezed her lush tits so hard that the nipples bulged. Her thick red tit-nubs sprouted from a broad ring of nubby flesh. He sucked on one then the other with wolfish glee, all the time ramming and twisting into her pussy with his massive cock.

Bill loved the frenzied motions of torment that rose from the depths of her cunt. Slithering pulses ran up and down his giant cock shaft. Her pussy was gripping and sucking like it wanted to swallow his cock balls and all.

"Grungh! Hhaaahhh! Huuummmpht!" Veronica grunted. She arched, lifting the weight off her cuffed wrists, grunting from the strain.

"You've got the hottest pussy on this whole block!" Bill told her. "I hate to think of it being wasted on a fucking cop!"

"Don't talk about him!"

The thought of what she was doing still sickened her. But she could not have stopped then even if that was within her power. Even if her hands were free and she held Grant's gun, she'd have still begged him to fuck her and spread her furry pussy wide to receive his monster cock.

Bill gave a fierce grunt and felt his body stiffen with the tension of extreme delight. A second later, his cock gave a twitching throb, and it began to fire.

"Yes!" Veronica wailed. "Ooooh, I can feel your hot jism going in! More! More! Uuuunnngh! Fuck me full of your greasy slime!"

Her whole body jerked each time a searing spurt of cum sank in. She screamed until the intensity of her climax reached its peak. Then she could make no sound at all. After an anguished moment of shivering silence, her entire body went slack. She fell back limp and gasping.

When Bill Chapman left the house, Veronica cried. She felt sick because of what she'd done, mostly because she enjoyed it so much…

CHAPTER TWO

The faded gold leaf on the glass panel of the door said: VICE, but part of the E had flaked away so that it looked more like VICF.

Grant Dunlap felt the same when he walked in – flaked away. His partner for the last six months had transferred to the Day Watch, Traffic Division. He had told Grant the change would improve his home life. But Grant could not imagine a guy wanting to spend his time writing parking tickets.

The lieutenant in-charge of the squad greeted him. "Glad you came in early. Your new partner is here."

"Where?" Grant looked around the room and only saw a woman. Probably a whore that one of the guys had busted.

"Over there." The lieutenant motioned with a nod of his head and braced for the explosion he was certain would follow.

"That fucking bitch? She's supposed to be my partner? You're teaming me with a God damned cunt!"

"Ssshhh, not so loud. This came down from the top. More of that Affirmative Action crap. Some bitch sued, she won, and now we're supposed to make them all into street cops."

Grant chuckled bitterly. "I'd like to make that one – but not into a cop."

She was a pretty little thing, barely five feet tall with short, silvery-blonde hair that curled around her doll-like face. In her mid-twenties, Grant guessed. A trim, compact figure! Not lush and ripe like Veronica's, but nice. It was a body that seemed to radiate vitality. Or maybe it was tension.

Grant wondered if her pussy was as tight as the set of her jaw. It probably was and as cold as her green-eyed glare. She knew they were talking about her, and she'd heard enough to know she didn't like what they were saying. Neither did she like the huge bull of a man she supposed would be her new partner.

He had a cold, withering stare and a scowl set firmly in his face. Otherwise, he was quite good-looking. Really handsome if you liked them rough. She tried to smile, but his hostile, unflinching gaze made it hard.

"She can't weigh more than a hundred pounds sopping wet. What the hell good will she be to me if something really shitty goes down?"

"Her pistol score is three points higher than yours."

"Good. She can shoot holes in fucking paper targets. What will she do against some big fucker who's shooting back?"

"Let's hope you never find out. Come on, I'll introduce you."

"Hhhuuummmph!"

"This is Grant Dunlap," the lieutenant said. "He's one of my best men. Grant, this is Samantha Ballard."

"Call me Sam," she said in a sweet voice.

"I've read her file," the lieutenant said, trying to break the chill. "She's alert, intelligent, inquisitive… everything a good cop should be."

"Except a man," Grant said.

She smiled and spoke in the same sweet voice as before. "Fuck you!"

That did it. Grant's rough face split with a grin. "Maybe we'll get along after all. Come on, let's hit the bricks and see how little you know."

When their unmarked car rolled out of the police garage, Samantha turned to study the somber, sullen expression on her new partner's face. "Why so gloomy?" she said.

He answered without turning. "You'd probably be one hell of a good partner in bed… but in a fucking police car, I can't see where you're gonna be worth shit."

"What makes you think I'm good in bed? You've hardly looked at me since we got in the car."

"I've seen enough."

Her fingers toyed with the top button of her blouse. "When we go off duty, would you like to see more?"

Grant chuckled wryly. "Hell, I don't even feel like fucking my wife any more."

"Hhhmmn? Why not? I'd think a big strong man like you would be horny all the time."

"I was until I started working vice and living with all the shit that goes on."

"Why don't you transfer?"

Another bitter sneer. "Because all the slots in Robbery-Homicide and the Burglary Detail are being kept open for little bitches like you… fresh out of cooking school."

"Goddamnit! I went to the Police Academy just like you did. And four years of college before that!"

"Oh, good. When you have to wrestle with three-hundred pound drunk, you can hit him with your degree."

"I also have a black belt in judo." Grant was unimpressed. He'd seen too many street fighters wipe the sidewalks with supposed experts in the martial arts.

"Look, you son of a bitch! You don't have to like me, but you might at least be polite."

"Sure. I was going to say, let's fuck. Now I'll say, let's fuck… please."

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious."

"When?" Her voice quivered.

"Right now. We aren't officially on duty for over an hour."

"Wh-where?" The way he was looking at her now, Samantha thought he might want to fuck her right there in the front seat of the squad car.

"I know a place. A motel. The son of a bitch that owns it owes me a favor."

"I thought working vice made you lose interest."

"Maybe you can change my mind about that."

"I hope to change your mind about a lot of things… and a nice warm bed would be a great place to start."

He laughed, really laughed, for the first time in months. "It'll be a warm bed all right. It's a Hot Sheet motel we're going to."

"A what?"

"A place where the rooms are priced by the hour. Mr. and Mrs. Jones go there a lot. So do the Smiths."

"Oooh, I see."

"They've got closed circuit color TV and show fuck movies night and day."

"I'd rather fuck than watch it on TV."

"So would I. Hit the reds."

"Do what?"

"Turn on the fucking red lights. They're hidden behind the grille. Switch is there." He pointed, stepped down on the gas and powered into a skidding left turn that sent her sliding into him.

The man behind the motel desk smiled, but did not look entirely pleased when Grant walked into the office. "Dunlap, what brings you?"

"Relax. I don't have a warrant this time. I've got a woman in the car."

Now the motel owner flashed a lewd grin. "Oh. I see. I mean I see! That is one foxy lady! What can she possibly see in a big, ugly piece of shit like you?"

"Are you going to give me a key, or am I going to break your arm?"

Grant got a key and a grudging little smile. The motel man was still gazing at Samantha, who was waiting in the car. The sunlight flashed in her silvery curls. "What a waste," he said to himself as soon as Grant went out. "A pretty little bitch like that fucking a God damned cop!"

He never would have guessed that she also carried a badge, handcuffs and a nasty looking snub-nosed.38.

"Nice room!" Samantha said as Grant closed and locked the door behind them. The bathroom had a big sunken tub, and the huge round bed was covered with a deep soft fabric meant to look like fur. She saw its silky gleam on the bed, and again in a large minor mounted on the ceiling directly above.

There were large mirrors on every wall. Grant could see at least six Samanthas, and he liked them all… front view, rear view and from both sides.

She had a nice round little ass, but he didn't think he'd get around to trying that this trip.

They only had an hour, and he wanted to spend at least that long checking out her cunt.

Perhaps she sensed his urgency, ox maybe it was her own, but she began undressing as soon as he latched the door. Her taut little tits jutted sharply, pointing like arrows at the tip but softly curved underneath.

Her belly was smooth and slightly domed, ad below that, he saw a thick shock of silvery curls almost like those all over her head.

"Are you going to undress, or do you want me to do it for you?"

"I'll do it," Ho took off his jacket and the shoulder holster that held his big.44 Magnum. From force of habit, he rested the gun on a chair within easy reach of the bed.

"I don't think you'll be needing that," she said.

"I will if my damn cock won't getup for you – I'm going to kill myself!"

"Haul it out. I'll make the big fucker stand up and dance!"

In half a minute they faced each other stark naked. Samantha's gaze kept sweeping down to his cock. "My God, that is a big cock!"

"But not worth a shit the way it is now." His prick drooped between his legs.

"You just watch!" Samantha went down on her knees and lifted his huge soft prick in her small hands. She felt a faint pulsing when she reached for it with her lips. "Hhhmmm, there's nothing wrong with your cock that a little sucking and a fresh exciting pussy won't fix."

"I hope you're right." Grant still had his doubts.

She laughed and shook her silvery curls. "Hey… would I lie to a cop?"

Her next move caught him completely by surprise. His wife was a timid cock sucker. She took a long time getting his cock down, and usually made no attempt to get it all. Samantha lunged, spreading her lips wide as she tilted her head. She lifted and sucked, and she swallowed his whole prick-shaft.

His cock started to swell almost at once. He gave a thankful sigh and then shut his eyes, savoring the soft pulses that came up from deep in her throat. She stuck out her tongue and twirled it around the root of his cock. His prick began to throb, straining her throat as it swelled to full erection.

Samantha rocked back, smiling and feeling pleased with herself. She was almost as proud of his giant hard-on as he was. Just the knob of his cock remained between her lips. She stroked it with spiral motions of her tongue, then she slid down to nibble at the thick dark hair at the root of his fucker.

"Huuunnngh!" He felt a swift and urgent pulsing in his balls. He'd been so long without a good fuck that they were about to burst.

She could feel the vibrating tension in his cock. "I'd love to make you shoot off in my mouth, but not the first time. I want to fed you jizz in my pussy first."

"Yeah!" He was really hot to sample her silver-furred cunt.

She stretched across the bed, purring like a kitten when the fur-like fabric caressed her smooth skin. "Hhhmmmm, it feels almost like mink."

"I wouldn't know. A cop's salary doesn't cover shit like that."

That was perhaps the real problem with Veronica. She was always bitching about money and how much more they'd have if he worked in her father's store and eventually took it over. Her mother had enough minks and diamonds to open a store of her own, and Veronica hungered for crap like that.

"Don't let your mind wander, your beautiful prick will go soft."

"Maybe that's not such a bad idea. Then we could start all over again."

"Later, when we have more time. Right now, I want you to fuck me. This is such a crazy thing to do it's got my pussy hotter than a pistol."

Grant spread her slender legs wide and knelt between them. "You've got a great body!" he said.

"Remember it's small, and I've never fucked a cock anywhere near as big as yours… so go easy at first, O.K.?"

"Sure." But he was thinking that no one would go easy once she was on the street with him. It was a fucking jungle out there, and he didn't want to see her hurt. Funny how his feelings had changed in such a short time!

"You're wandering," she chided again. "Your mind is a million miles away."

"Maybe… but my cock is right where it wants to be." He worked his prick up and down, gently spreading the dark outer lips of her cunt and wetting his big prick-knob with her flowing pussy juice.

"Hhhhmnmmm," she purred. "Your cock isn't even in, and I love it already!"

Grant would have liked to toy with her and really heat up her juicy little pussy, but the painful throbbing in his balls was more than he could take.

He guided his prick-knob into her cunt and then leaned down to give her the long hard shaft that followed.

"Oooooh!" she gasped. "Ooooohhhh! Ungh! Shit! Hhhhooooo!"

"My cock doesn't seem to be bothering you too much."

"Nnnnooo, it's – it's just ripping me in two!"

"Hungh." Grant eased in another inch or two, pleased by the way her tight cunt moved in supple waves, slowly expanding itself just enough so that his cock would slide in.

"You've got a great little pussy, too."

"I wish your cock was little. Aaaaggg hhh! No – no, I don't. It wouldn't be nearly so much fun! I've never fucked a real big prick before. Hhhhmmmmm I didn't know what I was missing!"

"That pussy of yours isn't missing anything now. It scans to be inspecting every muscle and vein. I love the way your cunt moves… like hundreds of little hands all creeping up and down. I'm going to love dumping my load in you. My balls are so full and heavy, they feel like they'll fall right out of the sac."

"Hhhmmmm, why don't you dump your jism right now? Shoot me full while we have time to get you hot and do it all again."

"Good idea. The way that fucking pussy of yours moves, I wouldn't be able to hold off very long anyway."

"Just fuck it all out, Grant. Pump all your frustrations into me. You can't hurt me now. I'm used to your big prick now. Aaaggg hhh! I love it! I can't get enough of it. Fuck me! Fuck me!"

In the mirror above the bed, she could see his muscles rippling downward to his hips, lifting and thrusting as he got ready to stab her deep in the cunt.

"Hhhoooo!" Samantha shivered and rolled her head. In a mirror on the wall, she could see his huge, blue-veined prick bouncing up and down. It made her wince when she saw the size of it now. It shone with oils from her pussy, and it pulled the lips of her cunt out and then punched them back.

"Aaagggghhh," she groaned.

"Won't be long. I'm – I'm cumming. Oh, shit – I am really cuuummming!"

He could never remember such searing pressure. Maybe it was the hell of holding it a month, maybe the thrill of a fresh, willing and very talented little pussy. Whatever it was, his cock was ready to spit fire.

"Hhhhmmmm, I can feel it. Christ. There must be a quart. It's still gushing! Oh, God… don't let it stop. Don't ever stop! I want you to fuck me forever."

It usually took Samantha longer to reach a climax, but the heat and the flooding volume of his jizz did something to her. His jetting, splashing fuck-cream touched nerves in places seldom reached. She jerked and moaned, arching to lift her ass high above the bed.

"I'm cumming too! Ooooh, shit – you're making me cum so hard!"

"I can feel it." The wavering motions of her clinging fuck tunnel became violent bursts of movement. They made his padded cock tip shiver and tingle with delight. They pulled and sucked at his wick root. "Ohbh, shit… and it feels so good!"

When her seething pussy had milked every last drop from his cock, she finally relaxed and fell back, squirming joyously on the thick, fur-like spread.

"I want to suck your cock again," Samantha said when she caught her breath. "While it's still wet. I love to taste hot cum, and I like it best licked off a big cock still flavored with fuck honey."

"You're really something!" Grant said. "How about some 69? I like to suck pussy too."

"Even when it's sopping wet and dripping with cum?"

"I haven't tried it that way before, but I want to now."

"I thought vice cops knew it all."

"Yeah, we do. And this is how we learn." She laughed and watched in the mirror above while he turned around to straddle her face and bend down over her pussy mound. His huge cock had gone halfway soft after shooting its load. She felt grateful for that. It was hard to get or keep his whole prick in her mouth when it was fully hard.

Samantha felt some guilt knowing that Grant was married, but what the hell – if he hadn't fucked his wife for a month, it wasn't much of a marriage.

She also knew from her training that the divorce rate among cops was extremely high. The pressures of the job, the long hours, the physical danger! They all combined and often made an officer's home life pure hell.

"There's nothing better than sucking a flabby cock and feeling it swell hard in your mouth," she said.

He laughed. "That is not exactly my idea of a good time. But sucking a sweet cunt like yours sure is!" He bowed his head and burrowed into her, startled by the salty taste of his own fuck-cream mixed with the familiar musk of cunt.

"How many laws do you think we're violating right now?" she asked after licking her tongue all over his swaying cock.

"Enough to get locked away for a long time," he assured her.

"In the same cell?"

"I doubt it." His laughter roared again. God, how long had it been since he had had so much fun with a woman? "I've been thinking," he began cautiously. "There's no way we can do all I want to in an hour."

"Neither can I. But we're supposed to go on duty… what can we do?"

"Call in and say we're staking out this motel."

"Can we do that?"

"Sure… We saw two suspicious characters, and we have to check them out." He gave her dripping cunt slit a playful swipe of his tongue.

"Hhhmmmm… Who were these suspicious characters?"

"A sexy young silver-haired blonde and an older guy. It's gotta be a high-class hooker with a john."

"Are you saying I look like a whore?"

"That's what I thought you were when I first walked into the squad room."

"You son of a bitch! If I didn't love your big cock so much, I'd bite the damn thing off!"

"If I didn't need it for what I plan to do, I'd let you try. I love the way you suck cock."

"Hhhhmmmm!" She started again, and she sucked his prick so hard that he could hardly reach the phone.

CHAPTER THREE

Fucking with Billy Chapman had not satisfied Veronica at all. She found the small brass key, and with some difficulty, managed to wiggle it into the cuffs and free her wrists. She sat rubbing them for the longest time and trying to think.

Lack of good fucking wasn't all that had gone wrong with her marriage to Grant. That was just a symptom, not the disease. The whole thing had gone sour. She hated their tacky little house, but it was the best they could afford on his salary. She hated their social life… if she could even call it that.

With Grant's hours, it was all but impossible for them to attend normal functions. And he hated parties anyway, except with other cops. "Everybody else is so uptight," he would say. "Some asshole whips out a joint or snorts a little coke and thinks… Oh shit… He's a COP. The real pricks call you a PIG or ask… How many people did you beat up to day? Fuck that. Fuck them all!"

So they exchanged visits with other cops, and Veronica hated that. The men sat around telling war stories. One night, she was trying to eat dinner, and a friend of Grant's talked about nothing but a man he shot the night before with a shotgun full of buckshot. It was enough to make any ordinary person throw up. And she did – right in the middle other dinner plate.

She walked into the bathroom and took a steaming-hot shower. The stinging spray only magnified her feelings of discontent. "I'm entitled to a better life than this," she cried to the empty room.

If only he'd go to work inter father's furniture store, learn the business and then take it over when the old man retired. That would be in three or four years, maybe sooner, if he really caught on and got the hang of things.

They'd have money for a nicer house in a better neighborhood, a new car, maybe even a mink coat for her to wear to all the parties they'd attend. He shouldn't mind that. He'd be a prosperous merchant, not a seedy cop that people either feared or hated, or both.

And she wouldn't have to worry as she had for years that some night an officer would knock to say that he had been killed. He'd already been wounded twice… badly the second time. A small bullet had ripped into his chest, narrowly missing his heart.

Suddenly, Veronica realized that if such a message came tonight – if Grant was gunned dawn and killed in some dark alley, it would be a relief. It would free her to lead a better life. That realization shocked her and made her feel sick.

He was sitting in the back corner booth at a burger place three blocks from Veronica's house. That was his booth. It had B. CHAPMAN carved right in the middle of the table. He was sharing it now with his two best friends, Jason Stern and Lyle Hunsaker. They called Lyle "Hunk" for short. He had the body of a bull moose and the brain of a split pea.

Tanya Mason was also there. Chapman had his arm around her shoulder and his hand resting on her right tit. She was new in town – a runaway, probably. She had never said, and Bill had never asked.

But she was a looker! A redhead with long waves of hair that fell clear to the crack of her ass. Chapman and all the other guys were so hot to fuck her that they could hardly keep their cocks in their pants. But she played hard to get.

Bill decided now it was time to give her a dose of her own medicine. "Guess what I did this afternoon?"

"What?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, what Billy?"

"Don't call me Billy, you fuck head. Bill is all right. Chap is better. But if you ever call me Billy again, I'll break your Goddamn arm. I don't care if you are big as a fucking house!"

"O.K. Bill." Hunk just managed to choke off the y. "What did you do?"

Bill gave Tanya's ripe tit a teasing little squeeze. "You know that cop's wife… Veronica Dunlap?"

"Oh, yeah that's one sexy lady! I don't care if she is damn near old enough to be my mother."

"If your mother had tits like Veronica, I'd fuck her too."

"You didn't," Jason said in a flat, disbelieving voice.

Chap squeezed Tanya's luscious little tit again, harder this time. "Yeah, I did. I fucked her good. If you think she's sexy with her clothes on, you oughtta see her bare-ass naked. Her tits were so big and beautiful, she makes Tanya here look like a stick."

"You bastard!" She squealed and tried to wrench his hand away, but Chap kept a firm grip and squeezed until tears ran from her eyes.

"I thought maybe we'd all go back over there and fuck her again. I tell you, that bitch is hot to trot!"

"All of us?" Hunk asked.

"Sure, why not?"

"What about me?" Tanya was whimpering now.

"Sorry, baby. You had your choice… now you're last week's news. You can jump off a fucking bridge for all I care!"

"You bastard. You stinking cock! I wouldn't fuck you if you had the last prick left on the face of the earth." She ran out sobbing.

"What the shit? Let's go."

"I don't want to mess with any cop's wife. That fucker Dunlap is big, and he's mean."

"And he works the four-to-midnight shift. We've got plenty of time, guys. We can all fuck that wife of his three or four times."

"Hhhhuuuuuyh!" Hunk roared. He didn't get to fuck much. His size and brute strength terrified most girls. A real woman would be different… especially a cop's wife.

"Count me out," Jason said reluctantly. He remembered what that voluptuous bitch looked like, and he'd have given anything to fuck her, but he forced himself to stay out of it. "No way am I gonna mess with her. That fucking Dunlap would kill us all."

"You pinhead… you're dumber than the fucking Hunk. I told you. He ain't gonna he home. If he shows up, I know where there's a gun in the house… I'll blow his ass right off the face of the earth!" He smiled sadistically. "Now that I think about it… I'd like that almost as much as fucking his wife again."

Jason felt scared, but he agreed to go along. They'd all call him chicken if he didn't. And it would be nice to fuck that cop's wife. Shit, for him it would be nice to fuck anybody.

At precisely that moment, Veronica was brushing and curling her long, dark brown hair. She loved the way it gleamed and shimmered like the finest ranch mink. Someday, she told herself, someday I'll wear beautiful and expensive things like that. The very best!

She swept her hair up and back into an elegant coil perched atop her head. Grant liked her hair better down, falling soft, loose and free. But she didn't give a shit what he liked any more. It looked more stylish this way – more like a real lady instead of just a cop's wife.

Veronica put on her nicest dress – one her parents had given her – a clinging black sheath. With it she wore her diamond neckpiece, also a present from her parents. The gleaming jewels sat on a black velvet band that fitted snuggly around her neck.

A glimpse in the long mirror mounted on the back of their bedroom door told her that she looked lovely. Very lovely indeed! Her tits swelled, straining the soft fabric of the clinging dress.

Veronica walked to the front door, humming a little tune. She opened it, about to leave and suddenly the music all gagged in her throat. She swallowed, and the black velvet band seemed to be strangling her. Billy Chapman and his two friends were standing on the porch.

"Billy!" she gasped.

He didn't say a word. His lip curled, his hand shot out, and he slapped her hard across the face. Her head reeled and stars of pain flashed before her eyes.

"Don't call me that."

"Huuunnngh!" She hurled herself against the door with all her strength, trying to force it shut. She was able to get it almost closed, forcing Chapman back.

But then Hunk hit the door like a charging bull. It flew open with such force that the knob inside punched a bole in the plaster wall. Veronica went spinning across the room, wailing a long and twisted cry.

The three barged in and closed the door. Chapman snapped the lock and put on the night chain. Veronica regained her balance and glared, her gaze sweeping toward the closet and the gun she knew was hanging there. Could she make it in time? Probably not…

"What do you want?" she asked, fearful of what the answer might be. She could see it written in their leering grins.

"Pussy," Chap said. "I liked fucking you so much the first time, I thought I'd try a little more."

"That was all a mistake," she blurted.

"Yeh, it was. I never should have left. I should have stayed and fucked you all day, but I just had to tell the guys what a great cunt you've got!"

"Aaaggghh!" Veronica made a lunge toward the closet. It didn't matter that her chances were slim. That was better than no chance at all.

Chap stuck out his foot and tripped her. She stumbled on a few steps, then crashed in a heap on the floor. Her coil of gleaming hair loosened, then spilled around her face. She sobbed and struggled to her feet.

"You bastard. My husband will kill you for this. He'll kill every one of you!"

Jason shrank back against the door. Hunk seemed unaware of the threat. His vacant stare was fixed on the heaving of her large tits. He could see her nipples swollen against the cloth.

"That couch is the shits," Chap said. "But there's gotta be a bedroom down this hall. Hunk, you bring the lady. Jase, check out the garage, and see if you can find some rope."

"Noooo!" Veronica screamed. Hunk grabbed her from behind, mauling her tits. "Hhhuuungh!" She struggled in vain. His bear-hug grip kept her arms pinned.

She tried to remember some of the self-defense tricks Grant had tried to teach her. It had all seemed so silly then. One vision flashed in her mind. She jerked up her right knee and stamped a long spike heel down hard on the middle of Hunk's foot.

His arms went slack, and he bellowed a roar of pain and fury. She slipped out of his grasp and whipped around to face him, snapping up her knee again, driving it into his crotch. What had been a roar turned into a shrill scream of pure agony!

Hunk clutched his mangled balls and sank to his knees. He no longer had the breath or the strength to scream. His whole huge body was engulfed in searing pain that spread from his crotch. Stale, foul-smelling breath hissed from his lips.

The horrified look in his eyes and the twisted knot of anguish that distorted his face did not move Veronica at all. She was in a frenzied, killing rage. She swept her hands apart, cupping them slightly, prepared to slap them over his ears as hard as she could.

Grant had warned that the concussion from such a blow might kill. It wasn't a move to be used lightly, or in fun. But if it killed this hulking sonuvabitch, so much the better! Then she would only have the smaller pair to deal with, and one of them looked scared enough to crap his pants.

Chap whipped around. "Shit!" he grabbed one of her arms as it began a lethal arc toward Hunk's left ear. Jason grabbed the other. Seeing his friend so badly hurt spurred him into action he would not have been capable of before.

"Bastards! Punks!" she raged. They stretched her between them. She kicked one way and then the other, but could not reach either one.

"Hot damn, I love it when they fight!" Chap said. "Think how fucking hot her pussy's gonna be."

Hunk gave a moan and staggered to his feet. He was stroking his groin with one giant hand. "I get her first," he said.

Veronica couldn't believe it. His balls had to be made of made of cast iron. She'd kicked hard enough to kill a grizzly bear, and she'd felt the hard point of her knee connect with tender flesh.

"Sure, Hunk… you deserve it after what she did," Chap said. "And if that cock of yours splits her pussy, Jase and I can always fuck her ass."

"You stupid shits! Grant will cut off your cocks, have them bronzed and use them for paperweights!"

Veronica shivered terribly the moment the words were out. She knew there was a chance that Grant had come to think no more of her than she now did of him – that if he walked in at that moment, he might do nothing but stand and watch.

"Bedroom's this way," Chap said.

He jerked her arm and started her off. Jason followed with her other arm locking in a vise like grip. He hated to think what this bitch might do if she got loose again.

Hunk stayed back to strip off his clothes and stroke his injured cock to full raging strength. Luckily, the size of his monster prick had protected his balls. Otherwise, he'd have been talking with a high voice instead of grunting with savage lust.

"Throw her down on the bed," Chap said. "We'll each hold one arm. I don't think Hunk is in any mood to wait while we hunt up rope."

"I want her ass!" he bellowed from halfway down the hall. "Put her face down!"

Chap shrugged. "Sure, buddy… any way you want to fuck her!"

He went down one side of the bed, Jason on the other. Veronica hit the foot of it and sprawled between them. They each held one of her arms stretched tight, pinning her helplessly with her black-sheathed ass poised over the end of the bed.

Hunk came in grunting, stroking a cock so big and hard that it looked like a rifle stock. "You hurt me," he said.

"I-I-I'm sorry. Very sorry!"

Chap laughed with vicious glee. "Not half as sorry as your ass is going to be!"

Hunk threw up her dress and ripped her panties off. The way they held her pinned face down, Veronica could not turn her head far enough to get a clear view of the hood's enormous, thick-headed cock. It might have been more merciful if she could have seen it. She would have fainted dead away.

As it was, she caught a vague glimpse enough to make her skin crawl. It wasn't just her body he planned to violate. He'd shattered her dreams as well. She felt so poised and so elegant walking out the door. Now she felt so degraded and humiliated. And she sobbed when she thought how viciously she would be fucked.

When Hunk's massive cock head first touched her ass, her mind flashed crazily. She saw the huge stone fireplace in her parents' home. It was Christmas Eve, and her father was bringing in the traditional Yule log. A huge trunk of oak, gnarled and rough-barked.

"Aaaaggohhhh!" she screamed. His cock felt like just such a log, and it was sliding up her ass.

One quick, terrible thrust would have spared her long moments of agony. That's why Hunk took his time, inching his prick in so that she could feel each trembling shock wave of horror.

"Is her ass real tight?" Jason asked.

Hunk nodded, almost in rapture, knowing the pain she must be feeling. "And hot," he confirmed. "Very hot!"

It felt to her like her ass was on fire, like the whole blazing Yule log was being driven up her ass.

"Hhhuuungh!" She came close to passing out. The sound of her agonized moan faded to a whisper of hot breath.

"Give it to her, Hunk. Ram your prick in. I want to hear her scream," Chap said.

"No, please. Aaaggghhh! Shit! Ooooh, you're killing me!"

Jason snickered. "Shit, lady – you don't have even half of his prick in you yet."

Veronica shuddered and tossed her head, and Hunk kept inching his cock in. The tremors he felt came hotter and faster than in any cunt. When he finally bottomed and chafed his rough pad of cock hair on her ass cheeks, she breathed a sigh of relief. The worst was over, or so she thought. She hadn't considered the pain when he really began to fuck.

She could feel each beat of his heart. Pulsing blood made his cock swell and burn against the tube of her ass. He gave a satisfied grunt and began to draw back, smiling when he heard her thankful gasp.

"Hhhuuunnngh!" he drove in with a spearing thrust. This brought a scream loud and shrill enough to rattle the window glass.

"Stuff something in her mouth," Chap said. "We don't want some damn neighbor to call the cops."

Jason grabbed the black silk panties that Hunk had ripped off her ass. He balled them into a wad and stuffed them into her mouth.

Veronica almost gagged on the taste of her own cunt. Fear and excitement had made it drool. She spit out the crumpled silk with a roar.

Jason lurched and stuffed the panties back in.

This time, he peeled off the velvet band around her neck. He jammed the jeweled setting between her lips to keep the gag in place, then he clasped the band behind her head.

She moaned in a muffled voice. She felt the cold little diamonds gleaming between her teeth, and she thought how terrible and disgusting it must look.

Hunk picked up speed and pumped his cock in savage delight. His deep plunging cock became a blur as it drove in and out. Her muffled cries of horror amused him. It sounded like she might choke – choke on the huge cock he loved stabbing into her ass.

Her mind warped from the stinging pain. Each rapid, ass-filling thrust brought new hurt and humiliation. Nerves wracked with torment pulled tighter and tighter and then began to snap, one by one. The pain actually became less when he fucked faster and harder than before. Her ass became numb, a senseless pit. She felt nothing at all.

Then new tremors rocked the base of her brain. A tingle at first, then jangling waves that made her grunt. She was starting to feel pleasure, mild at first, but increasing with each brutal thrust. She would not – could not accept the change. She fought the feeling as long as she could.

Her ass clenched in disgust, which pleased Hunk all the more. He gave a wild cry as steaming pressure swelled in his balls. His cock felt ready to burst from the strain, then it fired a searing jolt.

Veronica's tangled mind went insane. It was pleasure she felt; waves of joyous motion too overpowering to resist. She wrenched her body with one last shudder of disgust, then lifted her ass and rocked it to meet his gushing prick.

His prick was moving faster now, lubricated by hot jism. His cock spread its wet heat from one end of her ass hole to the other. Her whole ass tube rocked and quaked in the throes of orgasm. Her chest swelled, and a roaring cry blasted the gag from her mouth.

"Hhhhhooooooooo cumming!"

Hunk's mind and spitting cock both felt rapture. Veronica felt such an eerie sensation of bliss that she began to sob. The chill of tears streaming down her checks brought her to her senses again. She began to scream, and this time, Jason stuffed her mouth with his cock.

CHAPTER FOUR

The sight of her gaping mouth was more than the young boy could resist. Jason never had been able to talk a girl into sucking his cock. Even the ones who would fuck would never do that.

He knelt before her and combed his fingers through her silky brown hair, jerking her head back while he lunged with his long, willowy thin prick.

"Grrungh!" Veronica moaned, ending her scream abruptly.

She clamped her mouth tightly shut and tossed her head to avoid the stabbing point of his long prick.

Hunk kept her ass nailed to the bed with his cock. Shooting off once had not weakened his fucker at all.

"Grab the arm that's loose and bend it behind her back. Twist it until she opens her fucking mouth to scream!" Chap said.

She fought the wrenching pain at first, hissing sharply through her teeth.

"You better up open up before your arm breaks," Chap warned.

"Hungh-unnngh!"

Veronica had never liked having a man's cock in her mouth – not even her husband's. Now, this leering young kid was going to force her, and probably shoot off in her mouth. That prospect disgusted her more than the cock she could still feel throbbing in her ass. She'd grown used to that. She would never get used to the idea of drinking down jets of cum.

Jason tightened his grip on her hair, winding the loose strands around his fist until his knuckles pressed against the back of her head. She winced, wanting to scream, but not daring to part her lips. His cock kept wagging before her eyes.

"There's two ways we can do this, bitch – easy or hard. You're gonna suck my cock!"

Veronica managed to shake her head in protest.

"No," she mumbled through gritted teeth.

"Give her arm another little twist," Chap suggested.

"Ahhhyyyeeeee!" she screamed, no longer able to stand the pain.

Jason jammed in his cock. Though fully hard, his slender prick flexed enough to follow the curve of her throat. It plunged in like a snake running down a hole.

Veronica's first reaction was a cold wave of revulsion. She kept her mouth spread wide, not wanting to touch his awful prick. But she could feel his cock in the cramped hollow of her throat. It brushed the damp walls with its scaly length.

She moaned when his probing cock head passed over that tender place that triggers the instinct to gag! Her throat heaved, gripping his cock tightly one second, letting it slide free the next. His cock brought with it a bitter taste and a stench like rotting fish. She retched again, tossing up green bile.

"She doesn't suck worth a shit," Jason complained.

"Poke her in the ass again," Chap said to Hunk. "Maybe that'll wake her up and make her want to suck."

Hunk had been resting, puffing like an idling steam locomotive. He grinned, eager for most. A single fuck had never satisfied him, not even up a tight little ass like hers. He began to pump his prick in and out, gathering speed.

It was easier now. The walls of her fuck tunnel were glossy and slick with cum.

"Gluuuunnhgh," Veronica moaned, rocked forward by each ass-grinding thrust.

Her lips were pushed to the narrow root of Jason's long prick. His cock grew out of a wispy tangle of hair the color of sand. Long strands tickled her nose. She twitched, and her body swelled with the urge to sneeze.

"Hhhhaaagh!" she gasped. His mouth-filling cock choked off most of the sound.

"Ram her again," Jason said with delight. The spasms that caused her pain brought the intense joy of wet friction to him through the length of his buried prick shaft.

Hunk had no trouble obliging his friend. His cock thudded in and out of her ass, twisting and grinding.

"Hungh. Aggghhh. Huuuumxnmph!" For an insane moment, Veronica wished the cock sliding in and out of her throat were larger, so that she would choke. She thought nothing but death would ease the horror of being fucked front and back.

"Pitch her over on her side," Chap said to his friends. "I gotta fuck her. I gotta feel her pussy. I'll bet it's really pumping honey right now!"

It was. Veronica had not been aware of it, but a slick wet spot had formed beneath her cunt. The constant pumping of two hot cocks had warmed her pussy and primed it to fuck.

"Hhhaaaguulllmph," she groaned in a strangled voice.

Hunk rolled off, prying her on to her side with his hard prick imbedded deep in her ass. That twisted her neck and altered the sensations she felt in her throat. Jason never missed a stabbing thrust, but his cock raked different nerves in this sideways position. Fresh jarring shocks sparked through her mind.

"Yeah!" Chap stood leering, stroking his cock. "Did you ever see such a beautiful furry cunt? Look at the way that pink little pussy gushes oil!"

Veronica's tortured mind had not yet adjusted itself to the indignity of fucking two hot pricks at once. Now she found herself wincing and bracing against the shock of a third.

Chap stretched himself in front of her and wiggled his big cock head up and down between her legs. He pressed and twirled his fucker in the mouth of her pussy and then wrenched it up to batter the nub of her clit.

She muttered a sound of disgust, but she felt an odd kind of pleasure. The signals flashing from her clit came stronger. They so jammed her nerves that sensations of pain and revulsion had no place to go.

"Hhhhmmmmm!" she sighed, thrusting her cunt at the tip of his waiting cock.

Shock waves of lewd pleasure came again. She could feel Jason's long rubbery cock pumping in and out of her throat, but she viewed it with detachment now as though it was happening to someone else.

Her ass felt the same way. Each fierce fuck thrust from behind drove more of the maddening joy Chap's cock stirred in her cunt.

Veronica gulped a long breath. When she could force her mind to think clearly, she cringed at the heat of their savage abuse. But each jolting spark of pleasure made it harder for her to think.

"Your cunt was good before… even better now!"

Chap lanced into her wet pussy with a series of quick thrusts, in a little deeper with each one. His hands settled on her ripe bulging tits and squeezed each time he prodded deeper with his cock.

Her nipples bulged between his fingers. He worked his hands around so he could knead her creamy tit-mounds and twirl her aching nipples at the same time.

You bastards! She screamed in her mind. You dirty bastards! She knew they would gloat about what they'd done – tell all their friends how the three of them had fucked her at once and made her like it. The horror was that it was true. She was starting to enjoy it!

Her voluptuous body rocked back and forth between the cocks driving into her cunt and ass. Her soft lips fluttered with one last anguished cry and then began to suck furiously on the prick sliding in and out of her throat.

By the next day, the whispered gossip would be all over their suburban community.

Everyone would know about that woman, the cop's wife, who so happily fucked three cocks at once. She could almost feel the curious looks, hear the giggles and hushed voices smirking whenever she walked by.

That was her last anguished thought. By then, she'd become completely engulfed by lust. Her body had been made to want fucking no matter what the fading voice of reason could say.

"Huuummmmph," she growled, lashing Jason's long prick with swirling motions of her tongue.

"Hhhhooo, baby! That's good! Give me more. I want to feel your fucking tongue!"

She sucked and spiked her ass backwards at the same time. Hunk's cock sank into her ass, and her body crashed violently against his. The jarring collision jetted her hot breath onto Jason's cock. He winced in shock and then moaned with delight.

Veronica's wild body recoiled and lurched forward to jam itself onto Billy Chapman's thick prick. If her throat and mouth had been clear, she would have called him that: Billy! Billy! Billy! It would have tumbled him into a fuming rage and excited even further violence from his spearing cock.

But she could only babble. The power of obscene delight came in part from her own mind. Grant's recent neglect had undermined her confidence as a woman. She had begun to wonder if she had what it took to excite and satisfy a man. Now she had no doubt. She could excite three and satisfy them all at once.

She began to purr, loving the way Chap squeezed and milked her luscious tits. He kept fucking his cock in and out while bowing his head to suck them, one at a time. Then he pressed her two soft tit-globes together and pulled both large nipples between his teeth.

"Hunnngh!" Veronica groaned.

She threw her ass back and twisted it around, wanting to feel more of his huge prick filling her shit hole.

Even now, with her nerves jangling with lusty desire, Hunk's cock was big enough to hurt. It made her shudder with freakish, hurting joy. And it made her suck frantically on Jason's cock.

"Muuuummmph! Uuuuimngh!" she cried.

"She's really getting hot now!" Chap ex claimed. "Hhhmmmm, I love the way her hot pussy fucks!"

"Her ass is even better!" Hunk said.

"And her fucking mouth has gone crazy! Hhhhoooooo!"

Jason began to wonder how much of her passionate suction his prick could stand. It already felt like she was trying to suck his eyeballs back into his skull.

"Let's all try to cum at once," Chap suggested. "That should be a real treat for this horny bitch. Let her feel three squirting pricks all at the same time!"

"Any time!" Jason said sharply. "Hunngh! She's gonna suck my cock off if I don't cum soon!"

"Yeah, and her ass is about to scald my cock. She's so fucking hot in there!" Hunk kept fucking, but his eyes were glazed with pure delight and his balls felt the tingling pressure of sheer delight.

"O.K. – on three!" Chap laughed. "What else? Three hot pricks? Three gushing loads of cum? Oh, you lucky bitch, we're gonna fuck you so full! Ready, guys?"

"Ready," Jason and Hunk said as one.

"O.K. ONE!" Chap fucked into her cunt with a grunt. Hunk and Jason both rammed at the same time, jarring her body with their three-pronged attack.

Veronica had completely forgotten her fears and feelings of disgust. She knew that very soon she would taste hot jism, feel it pumping into her mouth and running down like thick syrup. The idea made her shudder, but she could hardly wait. Her lips trembled and pulled violently when she heard Chap grunt: "Two!"

The pace of their triple-fucking neared a fevered pitch. Chap could feel Hunk's big cock stabbing into Veronica's ass. It bent the soft and tender wall between her shit hole and her pussy. He thrust back with fierce determination slamming her tottering membrane the other way.

Veronica tensed, shivering from the power being pumped into her. She knew it would happen in just a second. Their cocks would begin to spurt. She would taste hot cum at last and feel its creamy warmth flood her ass and pussy at the same time.

"Three!" Chap roared. Their timing was not quite perfect. His cock spat first. Veronica felt the familiar jet of warmth spray into the snug, rippling tube of her cunt.

"Hhhaaaa," she gasped, sealing her lips again on the root of Jason's cock. By the way his prick was twitching, she expected it to fire next.

Jason's taut body began to vibrate with tension. He felt a searing madness swell up in his balls. "Drink my cum, bitch! Drink my cum! Don't you dare spill a fucking drop!" His jism roared upward, along the slender tube beneath his cock, expanding it with the heat of explosive joy. "Hhhaaarrrh!"

Hunk's big ass-ripping cock heaved and spit a moment later. She felt his boiling cum touch nerves already frayed from the ecstasy of one great fuck. Now her ass was gettiing another.

She gulped and then became aware of what was happening in her throat. The first time, Jason's long cock fired deep, launching its spray straight into her gut. She sensed no taste at all, only slick heat.

He fired the second time while drawing back. Only the knobbed tip of his long cock was in her mouth, and this spurt came with far more pressure than the first. He gasped and made a whistling sound as his cum jetted out.

Veronica's lips quivered. His cum shot across her tongue. It splattered up on the roof of her mouth. It sprayed around and dribbled from her teeth. The salty part of the taste came first. Then the sweetness! All of it slick and creamy-smooth!

"Yuummmm!" It wasn't hard to swallow at all. The force of his spurt got it started. The slickness just seemed to flow. Veronica made a gulping motion, and only a lingering after-taste remained.

"You like it, don't you?" Jason said. "You like sucking down my cum?"

She nodded weakly, and he let her have another shot in the mouth. She got cum in her ass and her pussy at the same time.

"Shit, she can't get enough!" Jason cried in startled delight. "Look at the way her fucking lips move! Oooooh, damn – I hope my prick shoots forever!"

Big as it was, Hunk's cock was the first to sputter its last shot. His balls hadn't had time to manufacture a full load. And even when he was through shooting, Chap's brutal fuck thrusts from the front kept Veronica's ass moving up and down his spent cock.

Chap had fucked himself dry earlier that day, so his throbbing cock was the next to feel the urgent pressure fade away. A few silvery drops of jizz remained in his prick shaft, and the pulsing motions of Veronica's fuck hole soon pulled them out.

"Hhhhmmmmmm!" she sighed, able now to concentrate fully on the waves of liquid fire running dawn her throat.

Jason kept grunting animal sounds of satisfaction and jamming her mouth full of cock meat and jizz. He no longer kept a tight grip in her hair. He found it was better to let her move. She lunged at him, hungry for every drop of cum his aching balls could put out. When it seemed that the burning flow might stop, she swirled her fingers into his crotch and teased his balls to get more.

"Hunnngh! FUCK!" His eyes rolled, glassy and blind with delight. He'd fucked some nice young pussies before, but he'd never been in a more demanding fuck hole.

Veronica's climax was the best and the longest she could remember. The jarring shocks of pleasure seemed to go on and on. She had a sensation of flying, of being set free. At the height of her insane joy, it seemed she could look down and see the three of them still with their dripping, twitching cocks in every available hole. She sucked in a wild frenzy on the last prick with a good load, because somewhere in her mind she knew that when the soaring bliss ended, her mind and body would come crashing down!

Tanya Mason walked the streets alone, fighting back tears and trying desperately to get her head together. She'd run away from home three weeks ago, caught a bus and took it as far as her baby-sitting money would carry her.

Now she was flat broke, hungry and alone. She hadn't eaten a full meal in three days. And she was starting to get cold. The sun was going down. Her long red hair was the same glorious color as the setting sun but she found no satisfaction in that.

Her tit still hurt from the way Billy Chap man had squeezed it. That bastard! Then he had rejected her. That hurt even more. Running off to fuck some shitty cop's wife – a woman he said was old enough to be his mother. What a stupid ass! If he'd been nice to her, she'd have fucked him gladly. All night and all day if that's what he wanted. But he treated her like a piece of shit… tossed her out like garbage.

Jeff Hanson saw her from two blocks back. His dark shifty eyes missed very little on the street. He flicked his long black car into DRIVE and let it purr softly along the curb.

Glancing to the side, he caught the glittering reflection in the store windows. The black convertible was a custom job stretched like an airport limo. It cost a fortune to have made just the way he wanted, but it was only money, and a clever pimp with a good string of girls could always get more.

He liked the way the young redhead's tight little ass wiggled beneath the caress of her long, swaying hair. And when he pulled alongside and saw the thrust of her sharp tits, he liked that even more.

"Hi, baby. How's it goin?"

She gave him a quick glance and snapped her head the other way.

Playing hard to get, Jeff thought. Well, shit… the best ones always do that at first. And he didn't have to have her tell him how things were going. He already knew. He could see the desperate look in her blue eyes, the sad and aimless way she walked.

"You hungry? Want to get something to eat? I know a great place. Really high-class."

Tanya refused to look at him or that long, fancy black convertible. But the mention of food threw her stomach into an uproar. It didn't matter if he knew a nice place. She was hungry enough to eat dog food straight from the can.

"You could have a nice thick steak. Fillet mignon if you want. Charcoal-broiled, cooked any way you want."

She turned and glared through narrow, suspicious eyes, "And what do I have to do to get that?"

"Not a thing, baby. Just be nice and ride along with me. I like being seen with a sharp young chick like you. It's good for my image. People see me alone in a fine car like this, and they start asking themselves… what's wrong with him?"

"So what is wrong with you?" Tanya asked sharply.

He grinned. "Just lonely, that's all."

She studied him. His face had a lean, hard look, but that softened when he smiled. He was wearing a soft, broad-brimmed hat that shadowed his face, but she could still see the gleam and feel the heat of his approving gaze.

"I'm not a whore, if that's what you think. You can't buy my pussy for the price of a dinner."

"Hey, I know you aren't a whore. You've got too much class."

She grinned nervously. "All right… dinner, but that's all. Unless I really like you."

"You're going to love me," he said with beaming confidence. At least for a while. Until I get you broken in.

CHAPTER FIVE

Grant Dunlap fucked Samantha three times before either of them felt like talking. "I don't think there's a thing wrong with your cock," she said in a soft, breathy voice.

"With you, my cock's just fine."

"Things rough at home?"

He grinned, recalling her nagging demands. "My marriage could improve and still be terrible."

"I'm sorry." Samantha leaned over and gently stroked his cock.

"It comes with this badge," he warned.

"You don't have to tell me. My father was a cop."

"Was?"

She nodded with a look of sadness filling her bright eyes. Grant felt her stroking hand tense on his prick shaft. "He started drinking to forget the stress. Even on duty. One night, he walked into a liquor store to buy another pint. There was an armed robbery going down, and he caught two barrels of buckshot before he could even think to draw his gun."

"Hey, I'm the one who should be feeling sorry for you." He put his hand over hers and squeezed it softly.

"No, let's quit feeling sorry for each other and have fun. I'm really anxious to try out that sunken tub. That is, if you think we have time."

"We've got plenty."

Samantha wiggled her hand free and walked into the bathroom to start water running into the tub. "Do you think the lieutenant really believed that line of shit you gave him?"

"Probably not. He didn't get to be a lieutenant by being stupid. But I think he's relieved that you and I are getting along. He'll give us same slack."

"One cop always looks out for another," she remarked.

"If we don't look out for each other, nobody else will."

"Why don't you come here and look out for me?" She slid into the tub and gave a long sigh as the water came up around her legs.

"Sure… that's what partners are for." Grant eased down into the tub. There was a curved tile seat along one side. He pulled up close to her and rested a hand on her thigh as the water climbed high enough to cover her silvery spread of cunt hair.

"It has one of those jet-pump things that swirls the water around," she said.

She reached out and turned it on. Warm, soothing bubbles stirred the surface and churned around them both. She felt beneath the foam and found the soft, floating length of his cock. She began to stroke it with a slow, relaxing motion of her hand.

"That's better than any electric pump," Grant said.

"I should have sucked your prick before the water got so deep." It was lapping at the nipples of her tits. The steaming vapor rose and started her silver-blonde curls going limp. They hugged her pretty face like a veil.

Grant shut the water off and leaned back to savor the joys of her anxious hand. It surged up and down, creating waves all over the surface.

"I don't care how deep the water is. I'm going to suck your big cock anyway." She gulped a breath and sank her head toward his crotch. Her hair glistened among the bubbling waves and slipped out of sight.

"Huuuunnnngh!" Grant groaned! He couldn't see clearly through the stir of bubbles, but he could feel her lips close around his cock head. Her tongue teased around the bulging rim and down onto his hard prick shaft.

The beat of the swirling water and the stroke of her hand combined to give him another giant hard-on. After the doubts he'd had about his manhood, this latest erection was sheer delight.

Samantha felt weightless beneath the surface. Her head could rise as effortlessly as a bubble. She held her breath and lapped her way down his prick again. The heated water softened his cock hair. It felt as sleek as wet fur against her sucking lips.

"Hhhmmmmm," she purred, but Grant couldn't hear the sound. It came from her lips as sparkling bubbles that rose and burst.

He began to wonder how long Samantha could hold her breath. It seemed she'd been down a long time – long enough to make his cock swell aching-hard again. He could feel his fucker throb with new vigor in the snug wet tube of her throat.

Samantha kept bobbing in a strange world of weightless joy, gliding her lips up and down until her lungs burned with a need for air. That added to her eerie sense of bliss. Her mind became fogged for lack of oxygen, her thoughts limp and tangled as the silvery hair that flashed around her face.

Grant had left his digital watch on the rim of the tube. He watched the seconds flash on the display. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. And she'd been down at least that long before he started keeping track.

A full minute passed, and he began to worry. The pull of her lips and the wave-like pulses in her throat had a light and dreamy feel. He groaned, loving the way she sucked his prick in and went gliding back with a feathery touch.

"Hhhhaaaaa!" she gasped, popping up without warning. "Hhhooooo!" She gulped in cooling breath. "That was so much fun, I almost passed out!"

"Hhhmmmm, yeah… me too, and I could breathe."

Dripping beads of water flashed in the silver ringlets that framed her face. They weren't as bright as her leering grin. "Now that your prick is big and hot, let's try a submarine fuck. My pussy should be really tight with all the oils and jism steamed away!"

"You horny little toad!"

She giggled with girlish delight and turned to face him with her legs spread, letting herself down slowly on the upraised shaft of his cock. She gripped his broad shoulders for support, wincing when she felt the heat and stiffness of his cock.

Grant gave a moan of mixed pleasure and pain. "Goddamn, your little pussy is tighter than a virgin's!"

"And hotter too, I'll bet." The heat from the near-scalding bath seemed to be seeping in through ever pore.

"Yeahunnnngh! I'm not even sure I can get the damn thing in."

"Hhhhuuuuummm, you'll manage. Hhhooo, there. I must have half of your cock in me now." Her eyes clamped shut with the strain and pleasure of delight.

Water had not reached into the depths of her cunt. Grant felt the slick warmth of fuck honey flowing around the knob of his cock. "Aaahhhh," he sighed, slipping his hands beneath the cheeks of her ass. He lifted her, amazed by how easy it was with the water supporting most of her weight.

He dragged his cock almost all the way out, then curled his fingers in the domes of her ass and pulled her down again.

"Gruuuunnngh! Somebody just torpedoed my submarine!" she gasped.

He let her writhe and twist almost weightlessly on the shaft of his cock. She threw her shoulders back to change the angle and feel his rigid prick press on different nerves.

"This is a great way to fuck!" she cried.

"Any way is great with you!" Grant found himself so near rapture that he wondered if Veronica could ever excite or satisfy him again. And then he decided that that didn't matter. He had a cop's fatalistic view… fuck tonight because tomorrow you might get your ass shot off.

"I wish I could move faster. The force of the water slows me down."

"Let's see what we can do about that." He clapped one hand above on the creamy taper of her thigh. He could drive her down with that and reach the nub of her clit with his fingertip.

"Oooohhhhhhhoooo!" she thrilled. New shocks of joy began as soon as he touched that little clit.

He spread his other hand beneath her ass to lift her up. One hand was plenty with the water to help lift her lithe body. The tip of his middle finger slipped into the crack of her ass and pressed on its snug, puckered rim.

"Huuunnngh! Shit! Hhhhmmmm, not my ass too!"

"That's just the tip of my finger. Wait until I fuck your sexy little ass." He wiggled his finger into her shit hole until the second knuckle was inside.

Samantha cringed not sure whether it was tingling pleasure or the first warning of pain she felt. "Do you really want to fuck my ass?" she asked in a quaking voice.

"I want to fuck you every way it can be done."

"But fucking ass is a felony in this state," she reminded him with a lewd grin. She had decided it was pleasure she felt – sharp, stabbing joy.

"SO arrest me… I'll plead insanity. I'm crazy for you, Sam."

"I can tell! Huuuunnnngh!"

He had his finger all the way up her ass now, and the other one was spinning around on her clit while he lifted her up and down on his stiff cock.

Her rocking up and down sloshed waves all over the surface. Water splashed over the rim of the tub and ran lazily across the floor. She grunted deep in her throat, still able to taste his cum. Each gulping breath of steaming vapor she took seemed to freshen the spicy tang.

Grant sucked in one of her bobbing tits while he lifted and dropped her on his cock, spiking her ass and twirling her clit all at once.

"Qooooh, Jeeezzzuuuus! Don't pull my nipple off!" Her passions flared from the multiple shocks. She didn't think she could take any more… and she knew she couldn't stop.

"You're going to make me cum!" she cried. "Oooooh, shit – this is going to be the best climax yet!"

"For me too!" Grant could feel the frantic pulsing of her ass and the throbbing in the deep reaches of her silky cunt. He couldn't imagine where it came from after all the fucking they'd done, but his balls felt heavy with another load of cum.

That marvelous agony began again, the swell of hot pressure as his jism welled up. Samantha felt him tense, shivering despite the heat of the water that surrounded them. Then he gasped, dropped her hard on his cock, and let his big prick fire and vent all its fury in her cunt.

"Huuuunnnngh!" she growled. "Ooooooh, God! You've got enough cum to fill the tub!"

He grinned, taut-lipped with grunting pleasure. Samantha's arms coiled around his neck, clinging wildly like the sheath of her cunt.

"Oooooh, Grant – I love you! I worship your big cock. Aaaagggghhh, shit! I'm so fucking jealous of your lucky wife!"

When the last towering wave of Veronica's triple climax had swelled and faded into memory, she lay still, stricken by the horrors of what she had done. Shining dribbles of cum glossed her lips. Without the heat and excitement of Jason's cock twitching and throbbing in her throat, she could taste the jizz clearly, and she realized what slick, disgusting slime it was. It tasted like pus from a festering wound.

Hunk had eased his giant cock out of her ass, but it seemed she could still feel it throb. Her stretched and ravaged shit hole was jerking wildly, trying to reshape itself to normal size. Bach tremor sent a burning shock of anguish to the base of her skull. Her head rocked and twisted with each painful burst. Tangled waves of silky brown hair brushed her cheek. The softness of her hair only reminded her of how brutal and ugly the rest of it had been.

Billy Chapman pulled out of her cunt and now stood by the bed between his two friends. They all grinned maliciously when she began to sob. The gut-wrenching spasms made thick cum ooze from her pussy and her ass. She could feel it dripping on her thighs, and it made her skin crawl.

"I think she liked sucking cock the best," Chapman said.

"Yeah!" Jason beamed with pride.

Hunk stared at her lips, entranced by the way they moved. He poked Jason with his elbow – a jab meant in fun but hard enough to knock the smaller boy down. "If she liked sucking your little cock, she ought ta go fucking crazy when she gets a taste of mine!"

"I think we should give her all three… line up side-by-side and let her suck them all," Chap said with cruel delight.

Veronica finally became aware of what they were saying. "No," she pleaded softly. "Jesus Christ, NO! Fuck me if you want to. Take turns. I'll fuck you all…"

"Later," Chap said. "Right now, there isn't one of us with a cock stiff enough to fuck. You're gonna get down on your knees and fix that, bitch. You're gonna suck and suck until our cocks get hard enough to stuff your pussy full."

All of his hatred for cops in general and Grant Dunlap in particular came boiling up like bitter stomach acid; Chap thought fucking Dunlap's wife would ease his smoldering rage, but it hadn't yet.

"I gotta piss first," Jason said anxiously. Now that his fiery lust had cooled, he was worried about what they'd done. And he worried more about what Dunlap would do if he found out. Fear wrenched his gut and gave him a tremendous need to piss.

"Me too," Hunk said. "Wonder where the john is in this house."

"Who cares? Let's all piss on her."

"Aaaggghh!" Veronica slithered to the far side of the bed, determined to escape.

Hunk snagged her ankle and dragged her back. Chapman grabbed her other leg, and they spread them wide, pitching her over on her back.

"We'll pretend it's that fucking cop husband of hers we're making drink piss," Chap said with an evil grin. "That bastard whipped the piss out of me after he'd cuffed my hands behind my back. It's about time to settle that old score." A high cackle of vicious mirth split from his lips.

Shit, we can't get into any worse trouble than we have already, Jason thought. And he did have to piss something awful. He aimed at her furry brown cunt muff and let the yellow stream fly.

It splattered and ran down on to the bed, dissolving and washing away globs of cum. She moaned and closed her eyes, already sick from the stench rising from between her legs.

"Somebody wash off her mouth," Chap suggested. "I don't want her sucking my cock with a mouthful of Jason's cum."

"Hugh-hugh-hugh," Hunk laughed. He had no personal reason to hate the cop Grant Dunlap. Their paths had never crossed. But the sight of his sexy wife stirred resentment of an even worse kind. The good-looking bitches all laughed and turned away from him when they had the chance. They giggled behind his back and whispered about how big and fucking dumb he was.

He grinned with bitter satisfaction and took careful aim at her quivering lips. When the stinging yellow spray hit her mouth, she felt a heaving of disgust. She felt like she had to puke, but didn't dare open her mouth. She writhed instead and fought back the grinding swell of torment.

"Heh-heh-heh!" Chap laughed. "Look at her squirm. Look how it makes her big tits swell and jiggle. Even that pig husband of yours won't want to touch your tits when he finds out you've been swimming in piss!" He splattered her tits with a third golden stream and reveled in the way it made her squirm.

"Pretend you're in a hot tub," Jason said. "Enjoy the heat and a soothing water massage!"

"Fucker!" she groaned without parting her lips.

Veronica refused to believe that any of this could possibly be happening to her. It was the only way she could deal with her tremendous loathing – by pretending that it wasn't there. By imagining that she was nowhere at all.

Her mind could escape by sinking into a trance-like state, but her lush body remained trapped and helpless with legs spread wide. It suffered and then began to enjoy the reeking warmth. She was floating again, and it didn't matter where or in what. It was warm and swirling and it made her tingle with relief.

Chap lost interest as soon as he saw her clenched lips curve in a perverse grin. By then, he'd pissed himself dry. He gave his thick cock a shake and began stroking it with his hand.

Jason vented his bladder and his fears together. Hell, if the sultry bitch could actually enjoy what we're doing to her, why should I worry?

Hunk finished last thinking: If she likes being pissed on, she's gotta be dumber than me! That brought a flicker of sympathy into his dull mind.

"It's time to wake up and suck!" Chap said with a sneer. Her body was still trembling as though it were still being hit by their searing streams of piss.

"Yeah, come on… down on your knees!" Jason hand-jacked his cock and grunted urgently, waiting for Chap and Hunk to drag her ass off the bed.

It only took a slight tug. Veronica, by then, had retreated far into a dreamy tunnel of bliss. She sank to her knees and grinned foolishly at the three of them, her eyes wide and vacant like two calm pools of mirror-bright water.

"Which cock should I suck first?" she asked herself out loud. Her voice reflected no more concern than when she was trying to decide which dress to wear for the wonderful evening she had planned.

"I've already sucked yours, Jason. And Billy, yours isn't big enough to interest me." Some part of her subconscious was still functioning and taking revenge the only way it could – by calling him Billy and insulting his cock.

"You fucking cunt!" He slapped her across the face. Then he backhanded her with another vicious swipe that left the red imprint of his knuckles on her cheek.

She grinned up at him and smiled, too far gone to even feel the pain. "It doesn't matter how hard you slap me, Billy. Your withered little prick is still too small."

"Stupid cunt!" He whipped back his hand to let her have it again.

"Leave her be!" Hunk growled. He saw the way Veronica was gazing fondly at his huge cock, smiling and wetting her lips with anxious sweeps of her tongue.

Chapman felt a burst of rage but managed to contain it. What the shit, why tangle with that big, stupid gorilla? He thought. Let her try to suck his huge cock. It would be more punishing than another slap across the face.

"I've never seen a cock as big and beautiful as yours," she cooed in a faraway voice. "I can't wait to see if I can swallow it all!" She gripped his fucker and guided the thick head toward her lips.

In a normal state of mind, she never would have tried to suck down a cock even half the size of his. Her throat would have shriveled, shut in fear. But in her mood of utter detachment, she found it easy, even thrilling. She opened her mouth wide, tilted her head, and let her sultry throat conform itself to his cock's massive girth.

"Aaaahhhh," she gasped just before his cock filled her throat and choked off all sound. "Huummph."

Chap winced and blinked: Hunk's big cock reeked with the scent of her ass, and it must have tasted like a bag of wet manure, but she was licking and sucking like she'd never tasted anything better.

Hunk gave a grunt when her gliding lips reached the base of his prick shaft. The fluid, clinging pulse-waves in her throat did fabulous things to his nerves. He hissed sharply from the swell of wild joy, and his cock began to fire in the murky depths of her throat.

Chap watched the way her chest heaved and her craning neck rippled as she gulped down shot after shot of cum. Her eyes glazed with joy, and he thought: "Christ, we've turned her into a fantastic fuck machine. We may have done that damn cop a favor!"

Jason, the timid one, didn't see it quite that way. He was eager to feel the frantic pull of her lips on his prick again nd the wolfish hunger deep in her throat, but he was thinking: We've fucked her head. Her God damned mind is gone! And he wondered if her sanity would ever return.

CHAPTER SIX

Samantha Ballard stood naked by the edge of the tub, drying her silver curls with brisk strokes of a fleecy white towel. Grant remained in the hot, swirling water, letting it massage strength back into his powerful frame. He liked the low-angle view of her silvery cunt slit.

"How many times have we fucked now?" she asked, pulling the towel across her back. Her firm tits jiggled as she worked her arms back and forth. Her thrusting nipples were bright with little beads of water that sparkled like diamonds.

"Five," Grant said with a smile. He hadn't fucked that much at one time since his teens. Then he climbed out of the tub and reached for another towel. "I don't know about you, but I'm about ready for seven."

"What happened to six?"

"I mean Code Seven. Our dinner break. I could use something to eat."

"I guess I could too. Got any place special in mind?"

He named the most exclusive and most expensive restaurant in town.

"Christ, that will cost a fortune!"

"Not a dime," he told her. "The owner owes me a favor."

"Does everybody in town owe you a favor?"

"Almost."

"That's a form of graft, you know. Accepting favors like that is forbidden by Department Directive number…"

"I know the book. I helped write it. And if the lieutenant and the captain weren't getting cash pay-offs from every pimp and card shark in town, I'd pay for my own dinner."

"And mine too?" she asked.

"Shit, no. You wanted equality, you've got it."

"You bastard!" She could see the twinkle in his eyes and knew that he enjoyed teasing her.

She whirled the damp towel into a long twisted coil and snapped it dangerously near the tip of his dangling cock.

"You little bitch!" He grabbed her before she could yank the towel back. She giggled and squirmed as he pushed her toward the bed.

"I thought you wanted dinner."

"I do. But I'm going to eat you first!" They tumbled on to the bed together, and he buried his face in her sweet pussy.

"Huunnngh!" she groaned, arching her back and quaking beneath him as she felt the pressure of his tongue. It slid down one puffy outer cunt lip, up the other, and then circled to find her clit.

"Aaahhhh, best dinner I ever ate!" The taste of her pussy made his cock begin to throb, and her joyous writhing made his heart race.

Samantha slid her hands down and fingered the silver-haired lips of her pussy apart, baring the soft pink cunt gash between. "Suck that," she said. "Spear my cunt with your tongue. Nothing makes me want to fuck more than having my pussy licked."

Samantha had discovered the pleasure points of her body early in life. Even before she was old enough to start school, she found excitement stroking and probing her then-hairless little cunt. It got better as she grew older, as her feminine instincts and senses matured. Even now, she could spark thrilling climaxes with her own hands.

"Up a little higher!" she cried. "Get it under my clit and lift it. Hhhmmmmm, yeah. Now spin my clit with your tongue. Unngh! Pretty soon it will swell big enough to suck! That really drives me wild!"

Grant enjoyed her frankness and the easy way she guided him toward making her pleasure extreme. He felt as anxious and compelled to fuck as when they first walked in the room, but now in a different way. He found it easier to hold his own passions in control in order to satisfy hers. He wanted to hear her gasp and moan and finally scream at the thrilling peak of her next climax. Only by giving her that thrilling shock of ecstasy could he feel fully satisfied himself.

Realizing that sent a shiver up his back. The selfless desire to share was a definition of love – maybe the best definition there is. It wasn't just lust he felt for her now, it was LOVE! Somehow, she'd broken through the tough, uncaring shell formed over the years of wearing a badge and a gun.

Grant felt suddenly vulnerable. As a matter of fact, he felt like an ass for letting it happen.

"Ooohhhhhhoooo, Grant!" she wailed. "Your tongue is driving me crazy! Lap and suck me some more. I love it. Hhhhmmmmm, I love what you're doing to my cunt!"

Sam spread her legs and lifted them straight up, then pulled them toward her head. She lay upon her back, looking up between her feet at their reflection in the mirror.

Grant's head bobbed up and down in the valley of silver cunt hair. He licked and smacked the pungent pussy oils rising from her fuck tunnel. His hands slid up her sides, making her writhe with delight, twisting and grinding her flesh against the silky, fur-like spread.

"Oooooh, God! Make me cum with your tongue, Grant. Keep fucking into me until I scream!"

He'd planned to do exactly that, and then start fucking her before the heat and tremors of her orgasm passed. When her clit swelled, and he could suck the little nub between his lips, he ground his chin on the soft lips of her cunt.

"Uuuunangh, Christ. Ooooggghhhhh!" Nothing could compare to the tossing waves of pleasure she felt now. He lipped her bulging clit first, until it swelled hard, and then he raked it with his bared teeth.

"Ooooh, you bastard – you big, beautiful, cunt-sucking bastard! Eat me, damn you. Eat me alive! I want to cum and gush fuck honey all over your face!"

He could feel the damp warmth spreading already. It ran around his lips and dribbled off his chin. He lowered his head, rocking it up and down until his nose pressed on her aching little clit while his tongue slid in and out of her cunt slit.

"Grrruuungh!" she moaned. Her eyes fluttered, and the scene of lust in the mirror above seemed to flicker like an old silent movie. "That's it! Huuummmph! Stab your tongue in my cunt deep. Deeper! Oh, Goddamn… you give the greatest head!"

He felt tremendous satisfaction each time her lithe body jerked, each time she lifted her cunt with a squeal of delight. By giving her what she wanted, he was getting back even more. He liked the taste of her sweet, freshly washed pussy. The oils of excitement gushed from her cunt, flooding his mouth with a musky tang. He liked even more the way the sinewy walls of her fuck tunnel gripped and fucked on his tongue.

"Aaaagggghhhhhh!" she cried. "That's enough! Hhhmmmm, I'm cumming. Just let me relax and enjoy the tremors!"

Grant lifted his head, pinning as he realized how long and hard his massive cock had grown while sucking her cunt. He rose up on his knees and moved forward, supporting himself above her on his elbows.

The knob of his cock pressed in where only moments before his tongue had done its lewd dance. "Oh, no!" she cried. "Not now. I can't take any more!" she still shuddered from jabbing sparks of orgasm.

He dug his cock head into her pussy despite her moans of protest. It was good before – great now. Grant's cock had never felt such fiery waves of tension. Her cunt felt tight and wet and alive with seething spasms.

"Oooooh, you bastard! Nooooo!"

But he gave her more cock and watched her taut lips curl. "You fucker! You fucker! Uuuunnnnnnnnngh!" Her jangled nerves and twitching muscles resisted him at first. Her pussy squeezed together to keep his cock out.

That made pushing into her cunt all the better. The walls of her fuck tunnel parted stubbornly, clinging and writhing, trying to wring the life out of his cock before the pleasure drove her completely insane.

"Qooooh, shit! Qoooh, shhhhit!"

It was a cry of surrender. No amount of pussy clenching would keep his cock from driving deep into her cunt. She hissed, lowered her legs, and jerked her ass up off the bed.

"All right! Fuck me, damn you! Rape me, if that's what you want!"

If what they were doing could be called rape, Grant's cock was the victim. The wild wrenching tube of her fuck hole attacked his prick shaft with a wild fury. Pulsing waves ran up and down his prick, sucking it in one moment, trying to heave it out the next.

"You've never been better," he said.

"N-n-neither have you!" She loved the torment his huge cock brought her. With one climax not yet over, another was on its way. She gasped and held her breath, fearful of the huge wave of ecstasy she felt cresting now.

"Oooh, you bastard. It feels so good – it hurts! It hurts!"

"In your head, maybe. Your pussy loves it."

"Oh, yes… it does! My cunt wants more pain because it feels so good!"

Grant kept grunting and whipping his cock in and out, giving her exactly what her body craved – first the pain, and then the blazing glory of complete relief.

It was the best climax of Samantha's life. The best for Grant too. His lusty cock shot jism until it hurt, and still her pussy was sucking and swirling and begging silently for more.

Veronica Dunlap coughed and rasped for breath. After sucking Hunk's huge prick, she went directly to Chap's, and then back to Jason's. The three shot so much jism that she could still taste it. Each gulping breath reminded her of the cum still running down her throat like thick glue.

A film of silver-white fuck fluid gleamed on her lips. Sluggish drops of jizz ran down her chin and dripped off onto her heaving tits. One big glob slid down the creamy slope and dangled from her nipple tip.

"Suck it up!" Chap said. "Don't let any of our hot jism go to waste!"

"No… no, I won't." Veronica bowed her head and lifted her dripping tit.

In her normal state of mind, Veronica would never have even thought about sucking on her own nipple – certainly not when it was dripping with spilled jism. But that puritanical, guilt-ridden part of her mind had slammed itself shut behind what might as well have been a steel door.

She gazed longingly at her own tit, marveling at how beautiful it looked with that glossy drop hanging from it like a wet jewel. She wondered why she'd never discovered the glory of her own lush figure before.

"Hhhmmmn!" She sighed, reaching out timidly with her tongue while lifting her tit still higher. "Hhhhaaaaaa!"

Her lips quivered and slid down the creamy slope of her tit. Her tongue stretched out and curled beneath the hanging drop of cum. She felt a strange and sharp tingle from the swipe of her own tongue. It made her nipple tense and her jaw ache.

She bent down and sucked her glossy nipple between her lips. She twisted it around with her tongue, loving the way it swelled hard and seemed to vibrate in her mouth.

"Christ, she's so horny, she likes sucking her own tits!" Jason gasped.

"Do you blame her?" Chap asked. "I've never seen tits more ripe for sucking and licking."

Veronica moaned softly, too entranced with her own pleasure to hear another voice. She cupped her hands, one beneath each lush tit, and pressed them together until the nipples touched. She twirled the bulging crowns of tit flesh with her fingertips and almost sobbed from the pleasure that brought.

"Suck them both!" Chap said. "I want to watch you eat your own beautiful tits!" Her lewd self-indulgence thrilled him wildly.

She was only too happy to oblige. Veronica's soft lips spread wide to cover her swollen nipples. Her tongue thrust out, no longer timid. It lashed her tit-tips up and down and twirled between them until shocks of joyous pleasure made her gasp and lift her head to breathe.

Watching the way she grinned while gulping for air made Hunk hungry to suck on her tits. Her nipples gleamed with dampness from her tongue, and her soft domes of tit-flesh heaved and squeezed between her supporting hands.

"Let's toss her upon the bed. I've gotta try those delicious-looking tits!" Hunk said.

"The bed's all wet, and she stinks of piss. Let's throw her in the shower and wash her off," Chap said. He had a mind to suck her cunt, but not the way it was now. He wanted her pussy clean and fresh.

Jason found the bathroom and turned on the shower to a stinging hot spray. It was fitted with a pulse-making showerhead on a long flexible tube.

"Hey, that's great. We can really work her over with that!" Chap said.

Hunk grabbed Veronica from behind and lifted her, clamping his hands on her naked tits while he lifted her and carried her into the shower. She was too weak, too shocked by the tingling pleasures of her own tongue to even think of offering resistance.

His huge cock swelled hard while he watched her suck on her own ripe tit-mounds. Now his prick thrust itself boldly between her legs, sticking far enough out in front so that at first glance, she seemed to have grown a thick short cock of her own.

Hunk grunted and flashed a lewd grin when he felt her wet pussy slipping back and forth on his extended cock shaft. His fucker partially supported her writhing weight, so the slinky feel of her cunt became a delight.

He slipped his arms up into a wrestling grip and clasped his giant hands in back of her head, stroking his fingers through her long waves of glistening brown hair.

Veronica squirmed uncomfortably, suddenly aware of her complete helplessness. The way he held her, her arms were raised and flapping uselessly. And she could feel the heat of his cock slipping back and forth over her cunt lips whenever her body moved.

Chap turned the pulsing spray on her left tit, pressing the sputtering round head so close that the pelting spray indented her tit-flesh when it hit.

"Hhhhaaaaa," she sobbed. It was so much like when they all pissed on her, but she felt even more heat and more violent pulsing. It made her wince and gasp and clamp her eyes tightly shut.

Chap twisted the spray head and narrowed the stream to one thick, vibrating jet. He turned that on her right nipple and watched while it shuddered and swelled.

It felt like a hot wet mouth closing over her. Her whole body trembled like her rock-hard nipple.

"Soak her pussy down," Jason urged. "I want to see what that does!"

When Chap lowered the pulsing shower head, the jet hit Hunk's cock head as well as her cunt. "AAAGGGHHH!" he growled. "That's hotter than her Goddamned cunt!"

The tingling spray washed through her rich spread of pussy hair and ran down onto his lunging cock shaft. She jerked herself back and forth, in time with each rapid pulse. "Guuuuunnngh!" she moaned. It was like the assault of a hungry tongue, but fiery and fluid with life.

"Must feel great the way that makes her jerk and slide around on your prick," Jason said in an envious tone. It was like she was sitting on his stiff cock, riding it. He only wished that his cock were so thick and hard that a bitch like her could sit on its long shaft.

"This ought to really make her thrash her ass around." Chap fanned the spray wide again and played its tingling pulses into her armpit.

She heaved violently, almost sliding off the end of Hunk's massive wet cock. "That tickles!" Veronica screamed.

Chap gave her a fiendish little grin and turned the pulsing spray to hit beneath her other arm.

"Ooooooooooooh, you dirty little bastard! That's something I can't stand. I hate to be tickled!"

"Maybe… but look how it makes your pussy squirm and slide around. It's getting Hunk's cock real hot!"

"I know. Unnrnmnnngh! I can feel it! But don't tickle with that wet thing any more. Aaaaggghhheeeeeeeeyah!"

"I'd say she's clean and hot enough to fuck right now!" Jason's cock was so twitching-hot that he could hardly stand it. The woman's helplessness satisfied his darkest urges and made his balls ache to humiliate her even more. Too bad she always ended up enjoying it.

"The head-end of the bed ain't wet. Throw her down up there," Chap said.

Hunk nodded, thinking how great it would be to fuck this bitch who tried to mash his balls with her knee, "I get to fuck her first," he said. "And I get her all to myself this time."

"Shit, no!" Jason raged. "We ought to flip a coin or draw straws."

"Remember what she did to me?" Hunk growled.

"Hungh, yeah!" Jason winced almost as though he'd been kicked.

"Get some rope," Chap said. "We're gonna be too busy watching and enjoying to want to hold her down."

"Sure." And Jason left the room. Having her bound across the bed would be really great, even if he did have to take seconds or thirds.

Hunk threw Veronica face down across the head of the bed. "I want to fuck like a dog," he said. "That's the only way to fuck a bitch like her!"

Veronica's breath gushed out when she crashed across the bed. Hunk leaned over and began stuffing pillows beneath her crotch. "That'll keep your cunt up where I can fuck it good!"

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" she cried, more in expectation than fear. The nagging voice of her conscience was no longer of concern. She knew that she had no choice but to endure and enjoy whatever this lewd trio decided to thrust upon her.

When Jason brought four strands of thick rope, she made no effort to resist. He knotted two around her wrists and bound them to the legs of the bed. Chap and Hunk were doing the same thing with her ankles, binding and roping them down.

Only when the four strands pulled tight did Veronica feel fear. By then, it was too late. She could only move her head. She felt compelled to scream but recalled the horror of being gagged with her own panties or with an angry cock. She decided it would be wiser to fight back the urge to scream. She bit her lip and quivered violently.

Hunk stood gloating, aiming his huge cock.

With her ass tilted up on the pile of pillows, he could see both fuck holes – the dark, tightly clenched little ring of her ass and the longer, richly furred split of her cunt.

Her pussy was drooling wet fuck juice, waiting for his huge prick.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Veronica's body tensed, straining against the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. Rough hemp chafed her soft skin, and she moaned, rolling her head in a dark, swirling cloud of silky brown hair.

Hunk crouched between her spread legs, hungrily eyeing her densely furred cunt. He leaned forward, supporting his weight with one hand while he stroked his cock up and down among the wet, gleaming curls that fringed her pussy.

After being tickled unmercifully by the tingling shower spray, she was relieved at the touch of his cock. She grunted and twisted her pussy back to feel more heat and steady pressure.

Her cunt lips spread and swallowed his cockhead, grasping and pulsing with wet friction. "Uuunnnnnggghhhh," she moaned. "Your prick's so thick and hot!"

"Yeah, you're gonna love the way it rips your cunt!" Hunk inched in some of his rigid cock shaft, looking down to see how her wet cunt lips cringed and sank inward. The sleek grasp of her snug little fuck hole made the veins on his prick bulge and throb with restless energy.

"Oooooh," she sighed. "Oh, GOD!" The hot spear of his cock sinking into her pussy made her forget about the ropes binding her across the bed. She jerked violently, trying to thrust her cunt on to his prick, and she felt the shocking bite of rough hemp.

She arched and squirmed toward him despite the pull of the ropes binding her arms. She wanted to end it, to get his huge cock in her pussy all the way and free her mind from the torment of his deliberately slow entry.

"Fuck me!" She pleaded softly. "Oh, ram that damn prick in! I don't care how big it is. I don't care if your cock rips my cunt. Just fuck me, and get it over with!"

Chap grinned and said to Jason: "She don't know yet how long it's going on."

"What do you mean?"

"Yeah I'm going to fuck her the instant Hunk gets through – stab my prick in while her climax is still going on. And you be ready to hit her as soon as she cums again. Her pussy ought to be a fucking firebox by then."

"Yeah!" Jason flashed with a wicked grin, wondering how it would be when she came three times with hardly a break between. His long thin cock ached at the thought.

"Get your prick in!" She said desperately.

"You sure that's what you want?" He had hardly more than two inches of cock-meat buried in the velvety mouth of her fuck-tube, and it already felt burning tight.

"Yes! Oh, shit… fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

He drew back so that only the soft knob of his cock remained in the mouth of her cunt. Then he lunged, dropping all his weight on her upraised ass while his huge cock spiked into her pussy up to the hilt.

Veronica shivered in silence for one long and terrible moment of pain. Then she shuddered and cried: "Ooooooooooh, good God! Ooooooh, God… good!"

Hunk grunted and began pumping his enormous prick in and out. After the ravaging her ass had taken from his gnarled prick, Veronica thought she knew what to expect. But she could not have anticipated the reaction such deep fucking would stir in her cunt.

His plunging cock touched nerves accustomed only to the seeping warmth of hot jism. Now they felt the cushioned head of his cock jam between them like a wedge, spreading the narrow tube of her cunt for the thick prick shaft to follow.

"Aaaahhhgggrungh!" she sobbed.

Hunk dug his hands beneath Veronica's arms and gripped her tits, squeezing mounds of tit-flesh pressed almost flat by their combined weight. It made the pressure and the pleasure of his milking grasp almost more than she could stand.

Veronica's nipples swelled and burned against Hunk's palms. He made deep grunting sounds of lewd triumph. He found that he could hold and maul her pliant tits and still stick his thumbs up into the hollows beneath her arms.

She writhed and twisted when he first touched her there. "Nnnnnoooooo!" she cried, remembering how the shower spray had tickled her with such persistence.

"Yes!" Hunk growled. He remembered how the tickling made her pussy wrench and heave in uncontrolled fury. With her arms and legs bound, that was the only way he could think of to get the bucking, twisting good fuck that his cock demanded for satisfaction.

"You bastard! Oh, you prick head! Don't tickle me… Aaaggghhh! Shit! Uuunnngh! I can't stand that!"

But with each curse or cry, Hunk felt waves of writhing motion. Veronica's ass arched up off the pillows, gyrating in a frenzy of torment. Inside, anguished pulses raced up and down the shaft of his cock.

"Goddamn, look how that bitch can fuck." Jason said.

Chap nodded. "I know… I fucked her hairy cunt first, you know." But he hadn't fucked quite like that. He couldn't see where she got the strength to lift her ass up and grind her pussy on the root on Hunk's cock when all his weight was on her.

"Gruuungh! Pppuuuungh! Hhhhaaaaa!" she gasped and groaned.

Only by lifting and twisting her cunt until bolts of pain ran up her back could she forget the torment of his thumbs teasing softly beneath her arms.

"You fuck even better than I thought," he whispered hoarsely. "I love the way your pussy moves! I could fuck you like this all night!"

"No, God – I can't stand another minute." Every nerve in her upper body twanged with wild shocks. They sped to her brain and made her mind whirl in torment.

Jason could see the misty look in her eyes. Maybe it was lewd passion; maybe it was pain. He couldn't tell, but the emotion was extreme. Nor could he tell by the sounds that sprang up in her from deep inside. Her twisted screams and babbled words meant nothing to him. It all excited him wildly. He began pumping his cock with blurring motions of his hand, holding it close to her face so that she could see the fierce tension swelling there.

Hunk kept fucking into Veronica from behind with force enough to make her vision blur. Her eyes widened, but she couldn't keep them in focus. She grunted, and she moaned, and she felt the seething motions of her cunt increase their fury.

Jason's wagging cock was right before her eyes. In her tormented view, it looked snake-like – as menacing as a cobra swaying to the music of the charmer's flute.

The brutal length of Hunk's cock and the speed of his fucking pushed her forward until the ropes around her ankles pulled tight. Her feet turned cold from the lack of circulation, then they began to tingle.

Her clit had swollen hard and bulged from its protective sheath. Hunk fucked into her with force enough to make it slide on the satin pillow bunched beneath her crotch. That brought another eerie tingling.

"Ooooh," she gasped. "Oooooh, I'm going to cum! It's happening again!" The words came slowly, as though forming each one was a great struggle.

The way her lips strained excited Jason even more. He could imagine the same rippling tension in her cunt, pulling and sucking on Hunk's big cock. He couldn't wait for his turn to fuck her. He had to ease the burning pressure in his balls. He clamped his eyes shut, held his breath, and beat faster on his cock.

"Hhhuuunnnnghh!" Hunk bellowed when his first charge of jism fired.

"Hhhheeeeeeeeyyyeeeeah!" Veronica screamed.

Jason's cock fired while her mouth was open wide. Slick fuck-cream splattered on her upper lip and dripped down into her mouth.

For an instant, she thought Hunk's searing charge of jism had burned its way right through her body. His huge, gushing cock felt strong enough to shoot cum into her cunt and make it bubble from her lips. Jason's spurting made that horrible illusion seem true.

He fired again, this time directly into her open mouth. Jism hit her flapping tongue and slithered into the hollow of her throat. It turned a wild scream of passion into a gurgle of distress. She coughed and sputtered, almost gagged by the rushing flow of spunk.

Her torment delighted Hunk. Her pussy wrenched and heaved like it was trying to strangle his thick cock. He pumped it into her pussy hard and fast, hissing each time he jetted cum as hot as live steam.

"Guuullleeeeeey!" she cried as the thrill of her climax began. It wracked her body and made it strain in a frenzy against the ropes. They creaked from the strain of her wrenching tugs. The rough hemp chafed deep, but her nerves were too jangled to sense the pain.

She wailed a long, shrill cry of joy – tense and trembling – as her thrilling climax neared its peak. Her grinding pussy had milked Hunk's big cock dry, and she began to feel it soften in her cum-flooded fuck-tube.

"I want to fuck her now," Chap said. "Quick, before her hot wet pussy has a chance to calm down."

Hunk rolled off to the side, too weak and spent to think of protest! And Chap drove his cock in deep.

"Not again," Veronica sobbed. "Oh, Jeeezzzus… not so soon!"

"We're going to keep that cunt of yours at a full boil for as long as we can," Chap said. With three cocks to share the pleasure, he figured that might be all night. At least until midnight when that fucking cop husband of hers would go off-shift.

Veronica remembered the first three climaxes in vivid detail. Then she lost count. Successive waves of ever greater and ever more annoying pleasure rattled through her mind like the links of an endless chain.

Tanya felt the heated gaze of every man in the elegant, dimly lit dining room. The formally clad waiter flashed a wicked, taut-lipped grin behind her back while seating her in a tufted velvet antique chair. He knew Jeff Hanson was a pimp. He was a frequent, if not a favored customer. And he knew that in a week or so, this luscious young redhead would be put to work.

The waiter gave Hanson a wink and a knowing grin. I want her as soon as she's ready, it said. He and Jeff Hanson had done business before. The sixty-year-old waiter loved to fuck young girls, and never could he remember one that made his wrinkled old cock ache like this fiery-haired beauty.

Hanson gave a slight nod of understanding and beamed a broad smile as he studied the menu. This little redhead would earn him a fortune after he tamed her with his own aching cock.

Tanya thought at first that men stared and whispered when she walked by because her simple blouse and skirt looked so out of place in the plush surroundings. But then she saw the way their eyes flashed and their tongues flicked across their lips. Most of the regular customers knew Jeff Hanson, and most of them were already fucking young Tanya in their minds.

She took refuge behind the huge menu. The cover was flocked with velvet, red and gold. The parchment pages were lettered with ancient-looking script, and the prices made her eyes pop.

"I recommend the fillet and lobster tail. That's what I'm going to have." Hanson put aside his menu and picked up the wine list.

Tanya scanned down the menu until she found the steak and lobster. "My God, that costs…"

"Never mind what it costs. You're with me."

"But there's gotta be a catch," she said. She wasn't exactly street-wise yet, but she wasn't a complete fool either.

"NO catch," Jeff assured her. "When you finish dinner, you can walk right out the door if you like."

He intended to fill her with so much vintage champagne that she wouldn't be able to walk without clinging to his arm. And if that didn't work, he had a little vial of amber fluid in his pocket that would. By midnight, he expected to be fucking her tawny little cunt for the first time. The first of many!

The Headwaiter eyed Grant Dunlap's off-the-rack suit coldly and rumpled his lip. The little silver-haired blonde with him was stunning, but not shown to best advantage in what he took to be bargain basement clothes.

"Do you have a reservation?" he almost sneered.

"Not yet," Grant said.

"Well, sir… then I'm afraid you might have to wait several hours."

"Call your boss. Tell him Dunlap and Ballard from the Vice Squad are here for dinner. If we have to hang around waiting, there's no telling what we might turn up."

"Er, yes… yes, sir right away." He bristled, but picked up a white in-house phone, dialed a single digit and then spoke in a muffled tone. He smiled grudgingly as he lowered the receiver back into the cradle. "Right this way. Your table is waiting."

"What gives you clout in a place like this?" Sam whispered.

"They've got a little Las Vegas in a back room," he replied.

"In Nevada that's legal. Here it's not. How come they haven't been shut down?"

"Because the Police Commissioner likes playing roulette. They have a tricky wheel and they let him win."

"I see." Sam's illusions were already wearing thin.

When they were seated at a cozy table for two, Grant leaned close and whispered: "See the guy with the luscious young redhead?"

"Hhhhmmmm?" she replied after a subtle, side long glance. "He looks like a pimp."

"He is a pimp. Hanson, Jefferson B. Fourteen arrests, two convictions, sentence suspended both times. Right now, he's breaking in a new girl, giving her the old razzle-dazzle. He'll fuck her for a week, then pass her around among a few friends. By then she'll be ready for the street."

"Are you going to bust him?"

"For what? Taking a girl to dinner isn't against the law."

"We've got to do something! We can't let her get hooked into a set-up like that. She looks so sweet."

"Give her a month, and she'll be tough enough to spit nails."

"I won't let that happen!" Samantha said loudly.

"Sssshhhhh! Let the girl enjoy her dinner. The way she's ripping into that steak, I'd say she hasn't eaten in a week."

"Then what?"

"I don't know… but we'll think of something."

Samantha smiled and stole another glance at the beautiful young girl with the long waves of fiery red hair. The sight of her sparked a twinge of desire, one part of her sexual nature that Grant didn't know about yet.

The lewd trio of teens led by Billy Chapman exhausted their interest in Veronica sooner than she'd dared hope. They left talking about some girl named Tanya, thinking they might be able to find her and continue their lusty rampage on through the night.

It took several minutes for Veronica to catch her breath. Then she staggered into the shower and washed herself clean, careful not to wet her long, luxurious fall of silky brown hair.

She dressed in fresh clothes, fit the velvet banded diamond neckpiece back around her throat and left the house with a feeling of increased excitement. The mixed pleasure and pain of what she'd been through had forced her to face one important fact that she'd been crowding to the back of her mind for too long.

Her life with Grant was finished. She could no longer be content being a cop's wife. She had to find something better for herself, and she knew just where to look. But first, she had to stop by her parents' hilltop home and borrow one of her mother's beautiful minks.

Grant Dunlap had eaten his way half through a thick, rare steak when he looked up, gulped like he was choking and did a classic double-take.

"Oooooh, shit!" he said, quickly lowering his head. "Ah, don't look around right now, but when you get a chance, check out the brunette in the mink coat that just walked up to the bar."

A moment later Sam looked quickly, as casually as she could. "She's a real stunner!"

"She's my wife."

"Your wife?" Sam looked again, not so casually this time. She felt a sinking pang of jealousy. Grant's wife was radiant, and the dark, lustrous mink that so perfectly matched her long hair must have cost half a year of the cop's pay.

She looked curiously at him and said: "I thought you couldn't afford shit like that!" Sam thought Grant might be taking favors far more valuable than dinner out and free use of a motel room.

"I can't. She must have borrowed it from her mother. Veronica's off on her elegant lady trip again."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. "Who's the guy with her?"

Grant looked up quickly and choked back a laugh.

"What's so damn funny? He's tall, dark and very handsome. And very interested in your wife."

"Name's Brett Allison. He's a gigolo – a fucking cock for hire. He's in here a lot, always trying to score with some rich old cunt. It's going to be a big shock when he gets her out of that mink and finds nothing but a cop's wife underneath."

Samantha gulped. "Oh, shit – we've been so busy watching them, I didn't notice. That pimp Hanson and the sexy little redhead they've left!"

"Let's go. It looks like Veronica is too busy trying to get herself fucked to even notice that I'm here." Grant pushed back his chair and only felt sorry about one thing… that he didn't have time to finish that delicious steak.

When Billy Chapman and his two friends couldn't find Tanya anywhere on the street, Billy had a good idea what had happened. And he had a good idea where to look for her. He checked the restaurant out by peering through a small side window where the heavy drapes did not quite meet. And now, he, Hunk and Jason were all crouched in the shadows behind the car parked next to Jeff Hanson's long black convertible.

Normally, Billy would never mess with Hanson. But now he felt a swelling sense of power. Not only had he fucked the brains out of that cop's wife, but he'd grabbed another piece on the way out. That deadly little snub-nose hanging in the closet. His sweaty hand curled tightly around the checkered walnut grip.

Jeff Hanson didn't see them. His gaze was locked on sexy little Tanya. She clutched his left arm for support and giggled when he reached out with his right hand to feel one of her jutting tits.

Chapman stood up when they passed. "That's my girl you're fucking with, pimp!"

Hanson whirled, shaking free of Tanya's grasp. He almost laughed when he saw who it was. "Billy Chapman," he sneered. "What are you doing, stealing hubcaps?"

"You fucker! Nobody calls me Billy any more!" His hand stirred restlessly in his jacket pocket.

Jeff Hanson's hand blurred beneath his coat and snapped back with a vicious-looking switchblade. He touched a button and nine inches of gleaming cold steel flashed in the faintly lit parking lot behind the restaurant.

"I'll call you Billy, or prick head, asshole, or anything I want, little boy!" His cold voice rang with scorn.

"You can call me Mr. Chapman, and you can kiss my ass!" He pulled the gun and thumbed the hammer back.

Hanson swallowed a lump of fear. Hunk uncoiled from behind the car then and grinned viciously. "You want I should bust his head?"

"Yeah, let's stomp him good," Jason said. He felt brave standing in the back of Billy – Bill – and that ugly little gun.

Tanya's mind had been fuzzed by two bottles of champagne. But it snapped suddenly clear when she saw the cold blue glint of the gun in Chapman's hand, and the even colder gleam in his narrowed eyes.

"We're gonna fuck your tawny cunt all night long," he said to her. "And that's still better than what this sonuvabich had in mind for you."

Tanya stumbled back and slumped against the fender of the car. "Oh, God… Jeff, do something!"

"Yeah, Jeff – drop the knife before I drop you. Then get in your fucking pimp mobile and get your ass out of here before I decide to amputate your cock with my.38…"

Jeff opened his hand and let the knife fall. No bitch was worth this kind of shit. "You win, man… Mr. Chapman… Take her. She's all yours."

"Jeff!" Tanya screamed! "No! Noooo!" Hunk and Jason split apart and circled to close her in.

Grant Dunlap was also moving, but none of them saw him. He crouched low behind the rear fender of a car that would have cost him two years' pay. The big.44 Magnum was locked in a steady, two-hand grip. He aimed across the trunk lid at Billy Chapman's chest and shouted: "Freeze, you bastard! Don't anybody move. Don't even blink!" Billy whirled toward the sound and whipped off a shot.

Tanya screamed – a blood-curdling cry of fear, and Grant's big cannon roared.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The hot slug of lead whined by Grant's ear close enough to singe his hair. He still held the long-barreled Magnum steady, but shifted his aim ever so slightly as he squeezed the trigger and let the hammer fall.

A two-foot tongue of flame belched out of the barrel, but Billy Chapman hardly had time to see it. The heavy, flat-nosed bullet barely grazed his shoulder, but it hit with enough force to spin him around. The little.38 went flying.

He stumbled two steps in the same direction and began to reach out with his left hand. "Don't even think about trying to pick it up," Samantha said in a flat, hard voice. She squatted in a deep crouch with her revolver aimed at his groin. "I'll fix it so you can piss in six new places," she told him.

"Oooooh, fuck!" He staggered back and dumped down on his knees. "Get a Goddamn doctor! I'm bleeding to death!"

"Call it in," Grant told Sam. He gave her a grin and a wink, partly because she turned out to be a good back-up after all, but more because she looked sexy as hell, even with a gun in her hand.

Feeling that bullet hiss so close to his head had sparked a feeling as intense as orgasm. Shooting back made it peak higher still. But it didn't last like the jolting pleasure of fucking. Now that it was all over, he felt like, he was wallowing eyeball-deep in half-frozen shit.

He nodded toward the young redhead cowering against Jeff Hanson's convertible. "Get her out of here," he said. "Take her to your place until she calms down. Then find out where she lives and put her on a bus for home. I'll handle the Shooting Team and file all the fucking reports, then we'll pick up where we left off."

"What about your wife?"

"What about her? She's got what she wants, and so do I."

Samantha grinned and took Tanya by the arm. "We'll see you later."

Veronica said to the poised, handsome and attentive young man beside her: "My family is in the furniture business."

Brett Allison brushed a hand lightly down her mink-sheathed arm. "You must be doing very well."

"Oooooh, yes. But we only have one store now. I'd like to see it become a chain."

"I'm sure it will." Brett teased his fingers across her mink-draped thigh. "You look like the kind of woman who gets what she wants."

"Yes, but my father runs things now, and he's getting on in years. He'd like to retire if we could find someone young and dynamic to carry on."

"Oooooh?" His imagination began to race, but before he could think of a fitting reply, two shots rang out behind the restaurant. The first was a flat, brittle little pop. The second was a deep booming roar.

"God, what was that?" Veronica stiffened. He felt her soft thigh muscles tense hard as steel beneath the soft padding of fur.

"You wait right here, I'll go find out." Brett was not unusually brave, but he'd seen that vice cop Dunlap leave the restaurant only moments before. Two shots had been fired, and the second, loudest one, was almost certainly his. The sop would have things under control by now, and he would have time alone to think. He sensed a big score if he could just handle this sexy mink-clad bitch the right way.

Brett lingered on the fringe of the gathering crowd. Flashing red and blue lights on two patrol cars soon lit the scene with an eerie glow. Two paramedics trundled the injured boy into an ambulance, and it pulled away with the siren wailing.

Dunlap handed his gun butt-first to a fat cop in plainclothes. Two others were busy measuring distances with a steel tape. Brett kept thinking: "Thank God they'll all be too busy to bother with me tonight."

About that time, Grant saw him in the crowd behind a rope strung by two uniformed cops. Brett felt the chill of his icy glare. Then the cop smiled and gave him a friendly wave. He furrowed his brow and wandered what the hell that was supposed to mean.

Tanya did not calm down enough to speak until Samantha had driven her six blocks from the scene. The radio in the unmarked car chattered all that time. In addition to the shooting in the restaurant parking lot, two burglaries and an armed robbery were in progress on the far side of town. A busy night… but not at all unusual.

"Thanks for not slapping my ass in the can," Tanya finally managed to say.

Samantha kept looking ahead, somewhat ashamed of what she was thinking. The girl had such a tempting, firm young figure and such long, silky, soft red hair.

"Don't thank me. Thank my partner." Sam knew she should have gone by the book, and Tanya would be on her way to Juvenile Hall.

"He's one tough cop," Tanya said, recalling how he'd not flinched when the bullet whined so close to his ear.

"He's also very nice," Samantha said. The horror of that near miss had just settled upon her.

"Does he fuck you?" the girl asked bluntly. "Ah, yes… yes, he does." She was still distracted, otherwise she would not have answered such a personal question. At least not so honestly.

"I'll bet he's a good fuck."

"He's the best I ever had."

Tanya smiled, wondering. The sexy little bitch-cop said Grant was nice. Very nice! And she'd been waiting all of her life for a man to treat her right.

"What was it?" Veronica asked anxiously when Brett returned. He eased on to the stool beside hers and laid a familiar hand on her thigh. It seemed that he was stroking the dark, silky brown fur, but his thoughts had gone far beyond that.

"Some damn cop shot it out with a punk kid," he said. "The cop wasn't even touched, the kid not badly hurt."

"What cop?" Veronica asked. Her face had turned ashen with fear – an old habit she could not break.

"A guy named Dunlap. Grant Dunlap. You know him?"

"I used to," she answered vaguely.

The incident – so ironically close – only confirmed what she'd been thinking for some time – that she could not stand any more jerking and flinching every time she heard a loud noise.

Brett Allison was still stroking his fingers through rich folds of glistening mink, thinking about the golden opportunity that had dropped into his lap just the way his hand had dropped into hers. A furniture store! Maybe a chain of them, and a seething-hot pussy besides. He could feel her cunt pulsing beneath his fingertips.

If either of them had known who the wounded boy was and what he had done, it all might have worked out differently.

"Nice apartment," Tanya said after a quick, sweeping gaze. She never would have guessed it was the home of a cop, a woman she'd seen draw and aim a gun.

Samantha grinned modestly. "Thank you." She felt pleased that she was one of those rare women tough enough to work effectively in what was once almost entirely a man's world, but still softly feminine enough to express herself fully as a woman.

The floral-print upholstery, the frilly lace curtains, and the pastel prints of ballerinas decorating the walls all demonstrated how delicate she was. The clunk of her heavy purse when she set it down was the muted voice of her other side.

Tanya knew the purse contained a gun, probably handcuffs and a spray can of tear gas. She'd been in enough minor scrapes since running away to know the whole bitch-cop routine.

She sucked in a breath and gathered courage to speak. "I – I heard him say you were supposed to send me home. I don't want you to do that. My mother is a drunk, my step-father beats the shit out of her and then fucks me every chance he gets."

"I'm sorry." The words seemed so inadequate, but they sprang automatically from Samantha's lips. "He also said, when you calm down. I don't think that's happened yet."

"Oooooh, Samantha, you're so nice. How did you ever get to be a fucking cop?"

"Funny you should ask. I've been wondering the same thing myself." She swept Tanya into her arms and held her close. They both began to sob, half in relief, half from the warmth that passed between them.

Samantha knew that what she had in mind was a felony under the laws she was sworn to enforce. She couldn't help thinking how strange it was that she'd been assigned to the Vice Squad, because she'd long held the conviction that what people do in their private lives was their own damn business, not that of the federal, state, county or city government.

If she had her way and was a Supreme Court Justice instead of a fledgling vice cop, ream after ream of stupid, busy-body laws would have been struck down. She knew that what she and Grant had enjoyed so much was technically against the law.

Samantha shuddered as she hugged the young girl so afraid of being sent home. "It's all right," she said. She could feel Tanya's ragged breathing, the way it made her tits swell and press against hers. That contact created sudden heat in them both.

"That feels so good," Tanya said with an anxious gulp. "So soft and warm the way our tits rub together."

Samantha's restless impulses suddenly took control. "It would feel even better if we had our clothes off."

The girl looked shocked by the suggestion at first, then, slowly, a lewd grin formed. "Yes, I'm sure that would feel better." Though she'd never done anything with another woman before, Tanya felt a seething desire to try.

They both undressed as quickly as they could, scattering clothes all ever the room.

"Hhhhmmmmmm!" they both purred when their naked bodies came together in another close embrace.

Samantha leaned back slightly from the waist so that their pussy domes and nipples touched. Tanya's cunt lay hidden beneath a tangle of blazing red curls the same color as the long hair streaming down her back.

"Ooooh," the girl sighed, pressing harder against Sam's silver-haired cunt mound. "Hhhuuuuummmm!"

Samantha rocked her shoulders to stroke Tanya's nipples with her own. Both sets of ruby tit-nubs turned hard and hot with excitement!

Tanya groaned, shaken by the sudden rushing of her desire. "If – if this is supposed to be wrong, why does it feel so good?" she asked.

"I don't know," Sam replied. "Let's just do it and not worry about that."

"But – but you're a cop!" Tanya still had a sneaking feeling that they might be setting her up for something.

"I'm off duty." And she was thinking she might not ever go back. But her mind was in no condition to wrestle with an important decision like that right then.

"Have you ever had your pussy sucked?" Sam asked.

"A, yeah a few times. But never by a woman."

"Hhmmmm, would you like me to eat your cunt?"

"Hhhooo, yes… but only if I can eat yours too."

"Sure, come over to the couch and lie down."

Tanya moved with the tension of expectancy. Her whole body trembled with desire. She stretched out on her back with her slender legs spread wide. Her hands slid down over the dome of her pussy mound and into her fiery red patch of cunt hair.

"Hhaaaunnangh!" Her middle finger reached into her taut pussy and began a uptk probing series of thrusts. "I'll warm it up for you."

Tanya played with her own pussy a lot, and she knew exactly how it should be done to thrill her most. She could bring orgasms usually more thrilling than most eager, rough and clumsy boys.

"Why don't you let me do that?" Samantha asked. Her voice was strained with desire. Watching the girl's finger slide in and out of her delicious looking little cunt made the woman's lips burn and tremble.

"Then I'll do yours," Tanya said. "I'll show you how I like it best. I'll finger-fuck your pussy the way I do my own!" Samantha sat down on the edge of the couch and split her shapely legs wide apart. Tanya's finger was already wet with fuck honey, and it slid in easily and began to stir. "Hhhaaagh!" she gulped. "I can see why you like that!"

Sam wet the first finger of her right hand by slipping it into her mouth and rolling her tongue around. The slow, steady pulsing of her lips made Tanya's pussy slit squirm with desire.

"Hhhooo!" Tanya gasped when Samantha slid her wet finger between her legs, turning it in a spiral on the swelling button of the redhead's cunt.

"That's the way I like it best," Samantha said. "Spinning my clit really does it to me!"

"I'll try that." And Tanya did. In a few seconds, they both gasped and bucked from jolts of pleasure.

"This is much better than doing my own thing," Tanya said after long minutes of ecstasy.

"It's better yet when a soft wet tongue is doing it to you."

"Huummm, I'll bet it is. Show me, Sam. Suck my pussy! It's so hot and wet."

"Yeah, so is mine. You'll have to suck my cunt too, or I'll go crazy!" She turned, climbed up on the couch and straddled the girl, facing toward her feet and her luscious little cunt.

She sat for moment with one of Tanya's rock-hard nipples pressing into her pussy slit. She rocked gently, enjoying the sensation. "I like being tit-fucked too, and your nipples are so sharp and hard!"

"But I want you to eat my pussy, and I want to eat you!"

"I know… I know. Uuunnngh!" But Samantha just had to twitch her pussy to the other side and pump it back and forth on Tanya's other tit. "Now those proud tits of yours will taste like pussy when they're sucked."

"Aaahhhh," Tanya moaned. It felt like one of her tits was being sucked right then. Sam's soft wet cunt lips made grasping, pulling motions each time they passed over her rigid nipple, "Who – who's going to suck them?"

"How about Grant?" Samantha asked.

That was the second part of her plan. The fleeting glimpses of his fucking cock that she'd seen in the motel mirrors had excited her wildly. Now the wanted to really see his prick in action, and the only way she could get the close personal view she wanted would be by watching him fuck another pretty cunt.

"Do you think he'll want to do that?"

"I'm sure he will." But Sam could only hope he would. How could he resist? And she grinned when she thought of what a delightful shock it would be for him when he learned what she had planned.

"Will he want to fuck me too?"

"Hmmmm-hhhmmm." Samantha lowered her lips toward Tanya's red-furred cunt. "Right after he sucks on your delicious little pussy."

"Hhhaaaaggghhh!" The first touch of female lips on her cunt sent the girl's mind spinning into a blur. She clamped her eyes shut and enjoyed the thrilling swirl of passion. When she managed to open her eyes again, she saw Samantha's silvery cunt spread invitingly only an inch above her lips.

Her pussy looked so hot and juicy sweet. Clear, creamy smooth drops of fuck oil appeared on her cunt lips, shining in her thatch of silvery pussy hair. The drops grew to large beads as Sam's excitement increased, then they began to drip into Tanya's waiting mouth.

The girl had never tasted cunt before. Many times she'd wanted to, wished desperately that she could. When she finger-fucked herself to orgasm, she wanted so much to be able to suck her own sweet pussy, but no way could she reach it with her tongue, no matter how hard she tried.

Sam's tongue sank in deep, hooking and twisting to lap up her simmering cunt broth. Then it slid out and did a slippery, skidding turn around her clit. The girl thought she might pass out from the extreme shocks of pleasure this produced.

Samantha had to remind her: "You were going to eat my pussy too, remember?"

"Oooh… oh, yeah!" Tanya stuck out her tongue and eagerly lapped up the dripping fuck oils. The pungent aroma and musky taste of cunt made her want more. She thrust violently the second time, stabbing into Sam's wet pussy.

"Hhhuuuungh!" Sam groaned. "That feels so good!"

Deep in Sam's cunt, the girl caught another taste – a thicker cream with a tart-sweet flavor. "Hhhmmm, what's that?" she asked after swishing her tongue around in her mouth.

"Must be Grant's cum. He fucked me all afternoon, so there's got to be a lot of it in there."

"Yyyuuummm! There sure is!" Tanya's eager tongue dipped in for another taste. "And it's so creamy! I – I've never tasted cum before."

"You might want to suck Grant's cock enough to make him cum in your mouth," Samantha suggested. "Then you can taste jism fresh and hot."

"Ooooh, do you think he'll want to do that?" The thought made Tanya's whole body tremble.

"When you start sucking on his big cock, he won't be able to stop!" And then Samantha flashed a lewd, wet-lipped grin, thinking of what a wonderful treat she was getting ready for him.

CHAPTER NINE

"I used to manage the furniture department in a large store," Brett said as he worked his hand deeper into Veronica's crotch.

"Oh, did you?" She felt a violent shudder of excitement. They were still seated at the bar. Brett's hand lay hidden beneath the overlapping folds of the shimmering mink. He was slowly inching up her skirt and teasing his fingers on her stocking-encased thigh.

He smiled, pleased by the way she responded not just to his searching hand, but also to what he was saying. It was largely a line of shit. He had worked as a furniture salesman in a department store for a few weeks until he learned of the lonely women shoppers who were so eager to try out a new bed in time most personal and direct possible way.

"Have you ever thought of getting back into the business?" she asked. Brett had her skirt pulled all the way up, and his hand was sliding under the band of her silky black panties.

"Oh, yes – many times, but the right opportunity has never come along."

"I – I think it's going to come very soon," Veronica said.

She'd never done anything so obscene or so exciting. They were sitting at a crowded bar with people all around, and Brett was wiggling his finger into her cunt slit. She had to bite her lip to keep from gasping lewd cries of pleasure.

Brett liked the soft, silky dampness of her cunt hair. It felt as sleek and smooth as the mink. And the wet, almost hidden mouth of her cunt was so hot that it made his finger burn.

Too often, Brett found himself with some old bag that he could only fuck with his eyes closed. He thought now that his luck had changed for the better and forever if he played his cock right.

This sultry bitch was as beautiful as she was horny. And she was rich besides. He wasn't sure which part of that excited him most, but then it didn't really matter. Brett Allison meant to have it all.

"Er, let's go to this place I know where we an, er… discuss an exciting future." He slid his finger in deep in her pussy and stirred it around again, and then twirled her clit until she was about to scream.

"Ungh, yeussss," she hissed. "Let's go right now."

"No, I want you to cum first," he whispered.

"Oh, God… I can't." But Veronica knew she was going to. Any second now. "Not here, not with people around. I'll scream and everyone will know."

"No, you'll keep it inside and enjoy the terrible strain." He teased her clit again with a maddening, twisting stroke that he'd found few women could resist. He loved to torture that that way.

"Aaaggghbh," she gasped, straining to muffle the sound and conceal a stricken look of agonized delight. "Ooooh, you bastard. You wonderful bastard! I love the way you torment me!"

And I've just gotten started, he was thinking behind an innocent grin.

Grant looked more puzzled than pleased when he got to Samantha's apartment several hours later and saw the luscious little redhead was still there. They'd both dressed and were sitting primly on the couch, but both of them smiled at him in most unusual way.

"I thought you were going to send her home." Grant wanted Samantha all to himself, alone. After the tense excitement of the shooting, he was really hot to fuck again.

"You said to send her when she calmed down," Sam reminded him sweetly. "And she hasn't done that yet."

Grant sniffed. "I think I know why." He caught the scent of fresh hot pussy when he stepped farther into the room. No – two hot pussies; one with a heavy, tangy musk, the other sweeter and fresher smelling.

Tanya's bright eyes flashed mischievously as she looked him up and down.

"Sit down and tell me what happened," Samantha said. She patted the couch in the space between Tanya and herself.

He shrugged and settled between them. The space was barely large enough for his heavy frame. "Well, that kid, Billy Chapman, was treated and released. His folks put up his bail, so he was back on the street before I finished writing the report. He's probably fucking some cute young cunt right now and telling her what a big man he is."

"You sound a little bitter," Sam remarked. "Because he made bail? Shit no. That's the way the fucking system works."

"No, I meant you sound bitter because he's fucking some cute young cunt."

"Oooooohhhh," Grant dragged out the word while he tried to think of what to say next. "Ah, well." He dropped his voice to a whisper that he hoped the little redhead wouldn't hear. "I did have plans to fuck you. But with her sitting right there, it's not going to be easy."

"I think it'll be easier and more fun than what you had planned."

"Hungh?"

"Tanya has a very sexy, very tight, very sweet-tasting young cunt." Sam grinned and rolled her tongue around her lips.

"I guess you've sampled it already?"

"Hhhmmm-hhhmmm, and I think you should too."

Grant looked at her, both intrigued and put off by what she had suggested. "I – I thought you and I had a special thing going."

"Oh, we do… so special that I don't mind sharing a little with the right person."

"Holy shit!" He turned and looked at Tanya. She sat teasing a hand through her long red hair. The fiery strands fell over one shoulder and dropped all the way into her lap. She stroked her hand down and spread it to push on her ripe little pussy mound.

"The bedroom is this way," Samantha said, standing and starting down the hall.

"What are you going to do?" Grant asked. "Watch, of course. I'm really anxious to see what that big cock of yours can do."

"You ought to know pretty well by now."

"I've felt it, but never been able to see it up close… not when it's fucking a really hot young cunt."

"And I am hot!" Tanya said. She stood up, shivering with raw passion, and took Grant by the hand. "Sam has told me all about your big cock, and I'm so anxious to try it!"

"Well, what the hell? Why not, if that's what you both want." He turned and scooped young Tanya into his arms so suddenly that she squealed with excitement.

He laid her down softly on the satin cover of Samantha's large bed. She gasped, rolled her head and tossed long waves of fiery hair from one edge of the bed to the other.

Samantha felt a twinge and thought that she should let her hair grow long. Grant seemed to like that. She'd seen his wife, and now she saw how he was gazing at Tanya's long, silky tresses. "I'll help you undress her," she said to fight back the pangs of jealousy.

Grant started with her blouse, opening the buttons one by one, spreading the V wide until he could see the crimson splashes of color topping her creamy, sharply-coned tits.

Sam loosened Tanya's skirt and helped her wiggle out of it, pulling down her panties at the same time. That let Grant feast his eyes on the dome of her pussy mound. Her thatch of pussy hair looked like a raging brush fire.

Tanya slid out of her blouse, so excited now that she found it hard to breathe. Grant's huge cock had swollen hard, and looking up from the bed, she could see it bulging and straining inside his pants.

Tanya reached for his prick, but Samantha nudged her back. "You just lie there and finger that luscious little pussy of yours. I'll undress Grant for you."

He gave a long sigh. "If I'd stopped that slug with my head tonight and ended up in heaven, it couldn't be much better than this!"

"And if you'd gone to hell, it couldn't be any hotter," Sam laughed. He had already taken his jacket, the empty shoulder holster and his shirt off. Her hands slid down his bare chest and pulled open his fly.

Grant's heart beat harder and faster than when that bullet whizzed by his ear, but the sensation now was pure delight, and he knew it was going to last a long time. Samantha would never be content just to watch.

"Look at that big fucker," Sam said as she lifted his cock free. "Imagine how it'll feel in your cunt, Tanya."

"Let me hold his cock!" The girl cried, reaching anxiously with both hands.

Grant positioned himself astride her on the bed, close enough to her chest so that she could reach and stroke his hard-on with ease. She fingered his long cock shaft timidly at first, shuddering when she thought how his throbbing prick would feel when he worked it into her cunt.

He bent down, grinning contentedly. Since Samantha said she wanted to watch, he decided to give her a real show. He'd take his own sweet time fucking the fiery young redhead and get her hotter than she was now. A lot hotter!

Grant kissed her bulging nipple and slid down into the soft valley between her jutting tits. He inched slowly up the other side of her tit-flesh and kissed again, flicking his tongue this time.

"Aaahhh," Tanya cooed. "Uuunngh!" He spread his lips and sucked in half of one tender tit, stroking it with his tongue the same way she fingered his cock, softly, almost reverently. Her grasp tightened on his cock shaft. "Oooh, that feels so good. I love to have my tits sucked!" Her tits were barely large enough to push together, but Grant managed to get both nipples in his mouth at once. His tongue darted swiftly back and forth until the two of them swelled and tingled so sharply that the girl had to cry out.

He sucked in all of one tit, then, and lashed her aching nipple until he could feel her thudding heartbeat in its tip.

"Oooh, God!" He'd straddled her with her legs together. She now ached to get them apart, but his size and strength kept her tapered thighs pressed tightly against each other.

He inched downward, dragging his tongue, licking the soft rise of her belly. "Oooh, Jeeezzzus! Grant! Hhhaaagh, don't tease. I'm too hot for that. Give me your cock. Let me spread my legs so you can stick that big fucker into me."

Grant seemed not to hear a word she said. His tongue swept around the rim of her belly button and then delved into its rumpled little pit.

Tanya gave a fierce grunt. "Fuck me, damn you! That's not a pussy. That's not the hole that itches far your cock!"

Her pussy mound kept writhing and jerking, thrusting itself up at him. He backed his legs nearer to her feet, still keeping her legs tightly clamped with his. He raked the cleft of his chin through her pad of red pussy hair and smiled wickedly when he saw how that made her jump.

"Aaaggohhh!" Tanya arched, swaying, barely able to lift her ass off the bed when he pressed down on her, digging with his tongue.

Samantha snapped out of her lusty daze long enough to push a pillow beneath Tanya's shapely little ass. She knew Grant could fuck the girl better with her back arched, but Tanya could never hold that position without help once he really started to drive his cock in.

He kept her legs locked together with his and pried between them with his tongue, burrowing into her cramped and squirming little cunt slit.

"Gluuuhhhh!" she cried. "Let me get my legs apart. Let me spread them wide and open my cunt for you."

"I like it better this way. It keeps your pussy tight and squeezes all the tasty juices out."

"You bastard! Ooooh, shit! I want your prick in me, and I could never hold your cock like this!"

"Yeah, you can." But Grant knew he would not be able to restrain her thrashing once he got absorbed in fucking her cunt. "Cuff her ankles together," he told Sam. "My handcuffs are in a pouch on my belt."

Samantha obeyed without thinking or wondering why. After all, it was Grant she wanted most to please. The jaws of his hand cuffs fit around Tanya's slender ankles with ease. She clicked one cold metal jaw then the other, banding the girl's legs together with three short links of chain.

"Ooooh, Samantha… shit, why did you do that? He'll kill me with his fucking cock if I don't get my legs apart and open my pussy wide!"

The silvery blonde was too excited to answer. This fuck was going to be better than she thought. It already had her pussy dripping wet. She began stripping off her clothes so that she'd be ready when her turn came. Meanwhile, she whipped a finger into her cunt and tried to match the hungry swirling of Grant's tongue.

Hot blood engorged Grant's cock and made it pulse with an urgent beat. "Your little cunt should be ready for fucking by now," he said, lifting his head and licking his lips. He loved the sweet, fresh taste of her young pussy, but his giant cock could not stand idle long enough for him to wolf down more of her tangy fuck oils.

Tanya gulped when she saw how his prick had grown while he ate her cunt. "Oooah, God – your cock's bigger than before! So much bigger!"

"And hotter too. Look at the way that fucker throbs!" He stroked his cock between her legs and whipped her bulging clit with his padded cock-knob.

"Huuungh!" Tanya wrenched and strained to get her legs apart. She felt the cold scrape of stainless steel and heard the short chain rattle.

Grant began pushing into her then, working his thick cock head from side to side enough to enlarge her pussy for entry. "Huuungh, shit… no, please. Oooh, Grant!"

Though she continued to babble words of protests her back arched off the pillow so her pussy could swallow more prick shaft. His big hot prick felt even bigger as it sank into her tight fuck hole.

Samantha held her breath while watching Grant's cock slide in. He pushed his prick in slowly, giving Tanya's writhing pussy time to adjust itself to a real man's cock. The girl pumped and squirmed and kept crying: "No… no… NO!"

"It must be like putting your cock through a wringer," Sam gasped.

"Yeah. But there's nothing better than a tight young cunt unless it's one as hot and wild as yours. You better get ready, Sam. You're next!"

"I know… I know!" That's part of what made watching the two of them so exciting – the certain knowledge that soon the same thing would be happening to her. Or maybe something even better!

Tanya's sleek cunt held Grant's cock tightly. She'd adjusted some to the huge slab of cock meat being slowly hammered between her legs, but each probing thrust brought her nearer and nearer to the madness of complete joy.

"Ooooh, Grant… get it all into me. Let me feel every inch of your hot cock. I'm going to squeeze your prick and grind it and fuck it until you go crazy right along with me!"

"Yeah, you do that. That's what fucking is all about."

"I'm going to fuck you better than you've ever been fucked before. Sam will have to bust her pretty ass to keep up with me!"

"Hhhmmm, yeah. I think you're a little ahead already," Sam said.

He turned his head, not wanting either of them to see his grin. He thought a little friendly competition between their two pussies would be great. His cock would be the winner either way!

Tanya humped and screamed, fucking with all the uncontrolled fury of youth. Her red cunt mound thumped against his groin, jarring him pleasantly each time he drove his cock into her pussy.

She forgot completely that her ankles had been cuffed, and she lost the desire to spread her legs. She clamped them so tightly together that the metal cuffs clanked. She shuddered and thrilled to the spearing heat in her cunt. Grant's balls rested in the sleek valley formed by her shivering thighs. That tense warm motion stirred their massive load of cum. The jizz had begun to form while he was dining leisurely with Samantha, marveling at how appealing and sexy she was. The charge swelled larger during the tension of the shooting, so much so, that he almost came in his pants when his gun fired.

Now his lust reached the boiling point. Fucking hot young Tanya was an unexpected pleasure and a complete surprise. It made him think again how sexy Samantha was, and he began to wander what other delightful surprises she might have in store.

Tanya's wild spasms loosened the searing hot pressure in his balls. They grunted and slammed their bodies together, writhing in delight as his jism shot into her cunt.

"Unnggh! Aaaggghhh! Hhhhooo!" she moaned. "I love it! Oh, I love the heat of your cum. It's making my pussy boil and splash so full! I can't wait to have you cum in my mouth where I can taste it! I want to suck your cock next!"

"Oh, no you little bitch. I get fucked before you touch his cock again!" Samantha said. "And when I'm done there won't be a drop left in his balls big enough to taste!"

Grant just kept grinning and fucked himself dry. "This is the best damn battle I've ever been in the middle of!" he told them both. "I hope you gals decide to fight all night and the next day too."

Brett Allison walked into the motel office where Grant had been that afternoon. The owner only glanced at him. Brett was a frequent customer. They knew each other well. The owner's attention focused mainly on the luscious brunette he saw outside in the car. She looked resplendent in her wrapping of dark mink, and very sexy the way she kept stroking the fur – preening like a cat.

The motel owner had to look twice before he believed his eyes, then he grinned slyly at Brett and said: "You sonuvabitch, you know who that is you're planning to fuck?"

"She said her name was Veronica."

"No last name?"

"She didn't say. Who cares? She's a lot better looking than the usual old bag hot to get her droopy tits sucked."

"That's Grant Dunlap's wife."

"The vice cop? That sonuvabitch?" Brett felt a sudden burst of chilling fear.

"Of course, maybe he won't care. He spent the afternoon here with his new partner and I don't think they came to watch TV."

"That bitch! She never told me that she was a fucking cop's wife. She's been giving me a lot of shit about her family owning a furniture store."

"Her father does… A very sleazy, very profitable operation!"

"Oooh, yeah?" Brett felt better, but still pissed because the woman had led him on. "I've changed my mind about which room I want. Let me have one of the bondage suites… one where the bed has been fitted with straps."

"Sure," said the owner. He gave Brett the key and restrained his ironic laugh until he'd gone out of the office. Those particular beds came from the very store that Brett was so anxious to control.

"Well, if nothing else, he'll have complete control of her!"

CHAPTER TEN

Veronica got an uneasy feeling the instant she stepped into the room. Brett closed and locked the door and stood leering at her, wetting his lips with his tongue while they curled into a strange, almost sinister grin.

Although the room was comfortably warm, she felt a chill and wrapped the open front of the luxurious coat closely around her trembling body, snuggling in its warmth.

"What's it like being a cop's wife?" he asked her with a cold, cutting edge on his voice. "It's the shits," she answered, without thinking.

That was the conclusion she'd come to. Suddenly she whipped around, surprised that he knew. It was something she hadn't wanted to discuss until they knew each other better. Much better!

Brett grabbed the collar of the coat and jerked her toward him. "Don't ever try to feed me a line of shit again," he hissed.

"I – I won't. I – I didn't. Not really. Grant and I are finished. I've already talked to my parents about it. They're loaning me money so I can fly to Mexico for a divorce. I'll be back the next day… free. Completely free! I wanted that before we even met. And I want it more now!"

The cringing fear in her eyes excited him. He thought he sensed a smoldering sexual excitement born of dread. "Qoooh, you're gonna get more, all right! More than you can handle, maybe." He pushed her backward and sent her sprawling across the bed. Her coat flew open and showed the front of her clinging, low-cut dress.

"Brett!" she cried in alarm. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Think about what's going to get into you," he said. Brett circled the round bed and hauled up two heavy leather wrist straps concealed in the frame.

"Oooooh, my God! No, Brett! Please!"

But by then, he had one of her arms cinched tight in a band of cold black leather. She tried to twist out of reach, but he caught the other arm and jerked it over her head.

"You're feeding me shit again," he snarled. "Saying no when this excites the hell out of you. I can see how your eyes gleam. You love it, you lying bitch! You can hardly wait for me to rip your clothes off and whip your cunt!"

"Grrruuungh!" She struggled fiercely, but realized what he'd said was true. Being bound and helpless was strangely trilling.

He circled back and grabbed one of her legs, hauling up an even thicker strap for that. "In a couple of minutes, you won't be able to move anything but your steaming cunt!"

"Aaagghhh!!" Veronica tried to kick her leg free, but Brett's grip was strong, and the gleaming chrome buckle he cinched tight was stronger still.

"One more pretty leg," he gloated.

Her dress hiked up as he yanked her legs apart. He could see a stain of dampness spreading in her crotch. There'd been a trace of fuck juice stirring his finger in her cunt at the bar, but now it was spreading even more.

Veronica gasped and shuddered helplessly when he bound her other ankle, spreading her wide.

"Your pussy is dripping-wet already," Brett chuckled. "Is this how your fucking cop husband turns you on?"

"Noooo," she moaned. "He never did anything like this."

"And he didn't excite you like this either," he concluded. "Ii that why you're dumping him?"

"I guess that's part of it. Mostly, I don't like him being a cop."

"We've got that in common, lady. I don't like cops either! I especially don't like that fucker Grant Dunlap. I'm going to love fucking that bastard's wife!"

Veronica cringed. She'd become an object of revenge and spiteful rage again. It both frightened and thrilled her more than before. Now she had some idea what to expect. Her body wrenched and heaved as wildly as her restraints would allow.

Brett stepped over to a closet uniquely equipped for special guests. The first thing he selected was a pair of foot-long scissors with flashing chrome blades. He clicked them maliciously land laughed with the same grating, metallic sound as he returned to where her ankles were strapped.

"Off comes your dress and anything else you happen to have on underneath!" He began snipping at the hem of her dress, splitting it upward between her wide-spread legs.

"Hhhaaaght!" she groaned. The sharp, grinding click of the shears seemed to be severing nerves as well as her dress. She felt the numbness of terror creeping toward her tit mound.

The flat, cold bottom edge of the shears touched her there, sliding over her thin panties while the snapping blades moved steadily up ward toward her heaving tits. Christ! It feels cold as a snake!

Brett carefully worked the lower blade beneath the center web of her bra and severed that along with her dress front.

"Huuunnngh!" she gasped. Her fast breathing had swelled her tits. When her bra parted, her tits burst free with a rush of soft flesh.

He gazed with lurid hunger at her quivering tit-mounds. "A great set of tits you've got!"

"Put the scissors away and suck on my tits," she pleaded, gulping in breath and drawing her shoulders back to thrust her tits out invitingly.

"Nod, not while you've still got your panties on. I don't want any more secrets between us, remember?"

Veronica shuddered again. She felt the cold blade sliding down her hip, cutting away the silk material. Then she felt it on the other side, and he jerked away her split panties, her ruined dress and the remains of her bra.

"Please don't ruin the coat. It doesn't belong to me."

"And it doesn't cover anything I want to see." Her arms trembled in the furry sleeves and the wide, soft collar bunched around her anguished face, but the front lay open and concealed nothing.

"But some of that pussy hair has to go. Christ, even with your legs spread, I can't see your cunt slit."

"No… Brett, God, please no!" He grasped a handful of the silky brown curls draping her cunt. The icy cold blade touched her most tender flesh and then she heard the scissors snap shut.

The tug of his hand ended abruptly, and she knew at once that the tufts of cunt hair he held were gone. She wailed a low, mournful cry. He instantly gripped another tuft and snipped that away. "You'll soon have the wispy-haired pussy of a young girl!" Brett said. That obviously delighted him.

Rarely did young and never did attractive women have need for his fucking services. But that was his past life. Never again! He would humble this sexy bitch to redeem himself, and then, with her father's prosperous furniture store as a base, he would use his street-wise cunning to make them both rich.

She could have her glittering diamonds and her precious furs. He had decided to spend his soon-to-be-acquired wealth on the most luscious and exotic young girls in the world. These random thoughts flew through his mind and excited him almost more than the fine, dripping cunt he'd almost snipped bare.

Veronica could not raise her head high enough to see all that he'd done, but most of the silky, T-shaped spread of pussy hair that covered her pussy mound was gone. She sobbed hysterically and quaked with excitement at the same time. Beneath his apparent cruelty, she sensed passion and lust like she had never known before.

She also sensed the kind of vicious cunning that would make her dreams of wealth come true at fast. She moaned and rolled her heed, letting the soft mink collar caress her cheeks.

"Ooooh, Brett… please fuck me. I need a great cock right now. Fuck me!"

He stood watching, smirking at the way her almost-hairless pussy writhed with pulsing, begging fuck motions. Her churning made the heavy straps squeal from strain and redden her tender wrists and ankles.

Slowly, he began stripping off his clothes. It was a well-practiced performance – one he'd done countless times – but never with such a good reason, and never with the prospect of such a rich reward.

He had a broad chest rippled with sinewy bands of muscle, a trim waist, and flat belly, taut with restless strength. Below, he casually revealed a thick, dark tangle of cock hair – a shock because his upper body was smooth and shiny without even a trace of hair.

As he eased his tight-fitting slacks down, Veronica saw the root of his cock – a giant stump growing out of that thick tangle of bush. His prick shaft drooped thick and long. What he had done so far had not excited him fully.

"Let me suck your cock," Veronica moaned through quivering lips. "Ooooh, I'll make it so huge and hard! Then we can fuck. Ungh! I need your big cock so much!"

"You'll get my prick when I'm sure we understand each other." Brett strolled back to the closet and replaced the scissors, grinning coldly as he picked up a cat-o'-nine-tails; a short stiff-handled whip fitted with nine thin leather thongs about two feet long, each one knotted tightly at the tip. When he swept it through the air, it made a sound like howling wind.

Veronica's whining demands had given him a clue. He'd known enough women to recognize all the types, and he suspected that this nagging, wheedling bitch had made her husband's life pure hell. For the first time in his life, he found himself feeling sorry for a cop.

"For as long as we are together, I tell you what you will get and when you will get. Do you understand that?" He swung the multi-tongued lash at his left hand. The thongs hissed, spreading from his elbow to his fingertips.

"Yes!" she cried in a shrieking voice, "but I need your cock now! My poor bald pussy is burning hot!"

"You haven't learned!" Brett said sharply. He threw back the lash and streaked it down across her pussy mound.

"Hhhhaaaggghhh!" Nine hard fingers of pain spread between the points of her hips, forging themselves into a single shocking stab of pain that ran up her spine like a lightning bolt.

"No more! No more!" she cried, still wracked by the spasms of pain.

"You still haven't learned," he said flatly. The cat flew back, and its nine rasping tongues welted her cunt mound again. The criss-crossed pattern looked like a road map. They merged into a superhighway of pain that ran non-stop up her back.

In the throes of agony, Veronica finally began to understand herself. When she was young, her father always disciplined her severely. He was the absolute and unquestioned master of the house, and he was the only kind of man that she could respect enough to love.

Grant, for all his toughness on the street, had never been so forceful at home. Perhaps because he sought refuge there, calm after all the stress of being a cop. The why no longer mattered! Only the when! When would Brett Allison make her the kind of woman she'd always yearned to be! The question haunted her, but she now knew better than to ask. Her lips moved, but only a hot rush of anxious breath came out.

"That's better!" His cock stiffened each time he laid down the broad fan of stinging pain. Once more should do it, he decided. He drew back his hand.

Veronica lay strapped to the bed, her ripe body swelled with fear and the urge to scream for mercy. But she bit her lip and clamped her eyes shut, shivering and trying to brace herself against the worst.

It never came. Brett felt satisfaction enough from her attitude of complete submission. He crouched between her spread legs and began to tease her pussy with his giant cock.

Leaning forward, he pushed his prick in. Her pussy was so wet with honey, his cock so aching-hard, their two bodies fused instantly in a writhing mass.

He spread his hands and caressed her blushing cheeks with soft dark folds of fur, and he kissed her gaping lips while stabbing viciously with his tongue. His cock plunged in and out of her cunt with the same wild rhythm, punching and trusting so hard that she wanted to scream.

"Qooooh, Brett!" she moaned instead. "Hooo, Brett!" The violent spasms that came next were the most extreme and most superb she'd ever known. She thought of it as the start of an intensely satisfying new life.

Brett's eyes glazed with ecstasy as the wringing spasms of her cunt sucked his prick dry. Then his vision cleared, and he began to grin, knowing that one lesson would never be enough. This lusty bitch would keep testing him. He could hardly wait for her to step out of line again.

Whipping her back would please them both and that pleasure came sooner than expected. Veronica caught her breath, grinned slyly and cried: "Fuck me again, you bastard. Fuck me like a man!"

Tanya lay sleeping, her face blissful and calm in a silky cloud of fiery red hair. Even the sharp jangle of the telephone did not disturb her when it rang at ten the next morning.

At midnight, she'd reached the age where she could not be compelled to return home. And by four that morning, Samantha and Grant had both readily agreed to let her stay with them… at least until she figured out what she wanted to do with her life.

"It's for you," Samantha said curiously as she handed Grant the phone.

"Yeah, I left your number at headquarters. Probably more crap about popping that kid who tried to blow my head off. Hello?" Grant's voice cut like a sword. Samantha was stroking his cock, trying to tease life back into after all the previous night fucking.

He listened to the caller, and Grant's broad grin pew wider with every word that was spoken. Samantha's grip on his cock and her curiosity both grew stronger.

Finally, he laughed and said: "No shit? That's great! Hell, no… send it right over. I'll sign anything!"

"What was that all about?" Samantha asked.

"Some lawyer. My wife Veronica is an a plane to Mexico to get a divorce."

Samantha fought to control her look of elation, but the way she pumped Grant's cock betrayed her joy. His prick pulsed wildly in her hand.

"Another call came in while you were sleeping," she told him. "You're on Administrative Leave until the Shooting Team holds a hearing about that thing last night. That won't be for a week, maybe two. And that means we've got all that time to play with that big fucker of yours."

"Aaaaahhhh, don't I wish. But you're back on duty at four this afternoon, remember?"

"Er, no – I'm off, too. I quit. I just can't take all the crap that goes with being a cop." Samantha leaned down and sealed her warm lips around the head of his stiffening cock.

"You quit? What the hell are you going to do?"

"Qooooh, I don't know… something I like better." She lowered her head again and pulled excitedly on his hard cock shaft.

"If you're planning to suck cock for a living, I'll have to slap your ass in the can. I'm still a cop, and that's all I know how to be."

"I know…" Her lips slid down his prick shaft like a wet velvet sleeve.

"Huuuunngh! You make it damn hard to carry on a serious conversation."

"You mean, I just make it damn hard! Look at how that big fucker is throbbing now!"

"I don't have to look. I can feel it!" Grant's craggy face split with a satisfied smile. That was the best thing to come out of all this. He had to grunt and hold back a thrilling swell of desire in order to form words. "I still want to know what you're planning to do when you hand in your badge."

"Well, there's a new opening I just learned about." She swung a leg across and crouched above his upraised cock shaft, anxiously working his prick head back and forth between the moist lips of her silver-haired pussy.

"Aaah, what new opening is that?" God, how he loved the way that sexy little bitch teased.

"Well, the pay is lousy, the hours are worse, and the fringe benefits are terrible. I'll never own a mink as long as I live… maybe one little tiny diamond."

"What the hell kind of work are you talking about?" She kept stirring his cock faster and faster, sinking down on it, wincing with every inch of prick meat she took in.

"Ooooooh, it's not really work. And I guess it's the one thing I've always wanted most to be."

"And what the shit is that?" His prick was in her cunt up to the root, and her pretty face had pulled itself into a knot of writhing joy. Her soft, silver curls shone in the morning light.

Samantha beamed him a loving grin and fucked herself wildly up and down on his hard cock shaft. "Haven't you figured it out by now?" she asked between lusty grunts. "Some detective you are! Aaahhhhhh!" She jerked her head back and began that exquisite wringing motion with her cunt.

"All I want to be is a cop's wife!"

Content

John Friday
Raped wild wife

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN