Cop Rape
[aka 'The Abused Policewoman']
by Jill Cantner


FOREWORD 

The ability to exercise power because of position does not necessarily 
prepare a man mentally or morally to exercise power rightly. This is a major 
problem in all of the uniformed services-policemen can be crooks and rapists 
and have the same low morals of the common gutter rat. And the individual 
can't know this until it is too late. 

Policemen have the same sexual drives of other men. In fact, from the nature 
of an officer's job, it may be expected that he will be even more virile 
than the average man. He is conditioned to violence and action. And it would 
not be untoward to expect his approach to sex to reflect his approach to the 
rest of his activities. 

So it is, as the main character of this novel discovers. Only she learns in 
a most unhappy way. When a cop goes bad, thinking himself above the laws he 
enforces, his evilness is many times that of the average citizen who always 
must fear retribution from the police. 

In this book, Policewoman Carol Davis discovers that it is not the crook on 
the street she must fear the most, but the seed of lust in her too-male 
fellow officers who see a blue skirt as just another female vagina to rape 
and abuse. 

THE PUBLISHER 


CHAPTER ONE 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Davis, come over here for a minute." 

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

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

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

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

Carol nodded stiffly, she was expecting that. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For a long moment, the lovely young woman felt the blood draining from her 
face as she watched the shadow of a pretty little girl laying naked on a bed 
as a huge man stood over her. The man was naked as well and a large, thick 
erection jutted out from his body like a pole! Carol tried to swallow, but 
her throat just wouldn't work as she watched the man catch the girl by her 
long blond hair and pull her into a sitting position on the rumpled bed. The 
young girl smiled up at the man, his hand was still gripping her head and 
was pulling her face closer and closer to the thick tip of the organ. The 
camera suddenly went into close-up and Carol found herself staring at his 
thick, pulpy glans. The focus was so sharp that she could see a drop of 
fluid ooze out of the little slit and drip down, but the drop was caught by 
a pink, flicking tongue! 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, my God!" Carol heard the agonized moan in her mind, but she 
grimly kept her jaw set tight, refusing to allow the sound out of her 
throat. The beautiful brunette felt that strange, sick feeling flutter to 
life as she watched the girl on the screen smilingly move forward and 
envelop the mushroom shaped head with her red lips. Carol felt her fingers 
digging into the wooden arms of her chair and despite the fact that the film 
was silent, she could hear an urgent voice in her ear. 



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



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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER TWO 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER THREE 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brown looked up in surprise at her agressive stance. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good morning, boss, making the rounds?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carol shook her head in bewilderment. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER FOUR 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER FIVE 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER SIX 

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

"Where's my cock now, baby?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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











* * * 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER SEVEN 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER EIGHT 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER NINE 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Spread the blanket under the tree." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER TEN 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER TWELVE 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


THE END
