The Police Lady
by Shirley Holmes
(LLP-628)


CHAPTER ONE 

Angie Harrison wasn't what you would call a typical looking policewoman, if 
fact hardly anyone would have suspected that she worked for the Police 
Force. Even with her long blonde hair tucked into a neat bun in the nape of 
her neck, one couldn't help looking into her deep brown eyes and feeling 
sensual. Angie was a woman, a warm, loving, naturally sexual woman and it 
was obvious. It was also obvious, if one looked deeper into her eyes and 
around her beautiful mouth that she had suffered some sadness recently. 

On route now to Los Angeles to begin her first assignment as Policewoman 
Harrison, Angie was finding herself fighting back the tears. As the train 
sped westward she began to wonder if she had done the right thing, joining 
the police force, especially after Harry's death. Her husband Harry had been 
killed on duty only a year ago, it was this devastating shock that caused 
Angie to join the Force at all, she felt somehow that she owed it to Harry 
to continue his work but sometimes she wondered if it wasn't just a little 
too close to home to be healthy for her. 

Angie was glad that she had taken a private compartment on the train, 
apparently someone was to join the train in Santa Fe but she had had the 
privacy all the way from New York to New Mexico which was a blessing. 

She was glad at least that her sister and brother-in-law would be living 
quite close to her. Her sister Tamara had rented her an apartment and taken 
care of a car for her, she had left nothing undone in her efforts to make 
Angie as happy and comfortable as possible and the young Policewoman was 
grateful for that. She hadn't seen her sister since Harry's funeral and she 
knew that it would be good to have her so close by. She was looking forward 
to spending time with her brother-in-law Jimmy also, he had also been a lot 
of fun and Angie knew that she desperately needed to change her mood, she 
managed to keep her underlying sadness from most people but she was tired of 
waking up every morning depressed and sad. Several of her girlfriends had 
told her to take another lover but she had found it impossible to do so, 
almost every man she met reminded her of Harry in some way and it was just 
devastating to her. 

The train was pulling into the station outside Santa Fe now and Angie stared 
out at the sparse desert bush. The desert had always frightened her, so 
stark and realistic, growing up in New England she had always liked the lush 
greenness of the hills and the fertile valleys, New Mexico seemed harsh and 
unyielding to her, although she had noticed that it had the most glorious 
skies, almost like the ocean she thought as she gazed up into the vastness 
beyond. The sun was powerful there too, it seemed to scorch everything. She 
gazed down the platform at the various people boarding and leaving the 
train, she could tell from the complexions of most of the women that it was 
a battle to keep the skin moist in the harsh climate of the desert. No, I'm 
glad I'm going on to Los Angeles, she sighed to herself, it's smoggy but at 
least it isn't scorching hot and arid. 

Angie was a little startled when a tall, cowboy looking man entered her 
compartment and announced that he was her traveling companion, or at least 
that he had the reservation for the other bed-she was more than surprised in 
fact she was shocked, she had thought she would, share the compartment with 
a woman. There must be some mistake she thought to herself, I'll have to 
check with the porter. 

The man introduced himself as Red Feldon, as the train pulled out of the 
station he told her a little about himself. He managed the KR Ranch in Taos, 
was born and raised in New Mexico, was off to Los Angeles for a little 
vacation. There was something about the way his eyes lit up when he said 
that he was on his way to a vacation that made Angie vaguely uncomfortable 
but she couldn't put her finger on it. I won't get into my bed tonight she 
thought to herself, a little scared to be in such close proximity with a man 
and an attractive man at that. 

She picked up her magazine and began to read it, casually glancing at Red. 
He was very strong and muscular looking, short red curly hair, just like his 
name and deep blue eyes, he had taken off his Stetson now but he still 
looked every inch a cowboy with his high boots and concha belt. His face was 
quite lined, she suspected from spending a lot of time in the New Mexico 
sun. 

After a while, Angie wandered out into the main part of the train to find 
the porter. She told him of her predicament but he seemed unable to help 
her, "whole train's full ma'am," he said firmly, "sorry." 

Angie never liked to make a fuss so she left it at that, preferring instead 
to go up to the Pullman car for a drink, it was almost dinnertime anyway and 
so she decided to stay there until the dinner bell. After a while Red ambled 
into the compartment, asked if she minded his sitting with her, the drinks 
ambled into dinner and they naturally accompanied each other back to their 
sleeper. 

Angie was a little angry with herself for telling Red that her husband was 
dead, afterwards she realized that she should have told him that Harry would 
be waiting in Los Angeles for her, it would have avoided any possible 
conflict, but the deed was done. 

Settled back in their compartment once again the young Policewoman stared 
out into the darkness, wondering how she was going to be able to rest in her 
bed tonight with such a handsome and virile man in her room. She felt a 
curious tremor of excitement course through her at the sight of his hard 
biceps bulging just under the arms of his denim jacket. Then, shocking even 
herself, she realized that her eyes were resting on the heavily pouched 
crotch of his trousers, attempting against her will to see through the 
fabric to the thick penis and large testicles nestling there. She knew that 
she should not be looking at him this way but the fact that she. had had 
several drinks with dinner and before had loosened her up considerably and 
she was beginning to feel quite comfortable with him, even though still a 
little scared. 

Suddenly she realized what she was doing and shook herself visibly to try to 
erase the lewd thoughts that were beginning to creep into her mind. She knew 
that she was horny and missed the feel of a man's strong arms around her but 
really this was ridiculous. She was also aware that Red was watching her 
intently too and she knew that she would have to be very careful if she 
wanted to avoid any possible conflict that evening. 

Despite her rational mind however something was happening to Angie. It was 
almost as if her body and her mind were on different wave-lengths. Her mind 
was telling her to be careful and her body was beginning to feel sensual, 
she could feel her nipples tingling, growing hard with excitement and tiny 
salacious thrills of sexuality were coursing up and down her spine. 

Red Feldon was well aware of Angie's conflict, he could see that she was not 
a loose woman yet he sensed that she would like to burst out a little. 
Knowing her husband was dead gave him some inkling of her loneliness, 
probably hasn't been able to give herself to a man since, he pondered. 
Probably has a hard time anyway, she's sexy looking but I bet she's a bit on 
the frigid side. Red was definitely anxious to get his hands on her 
delicious ripe curves however and the very thought of it made his pulse 
quicken. He would have to play it carefully though, if he was to make the 
kill. 

"You sure are a beautiful woman, Angie," Red smiled broadly. 

"Why . . . well, thank you Red," Angie said blushing madly. 

"My pleasure," Red said again, leaning over and patting her exposed knee 
with his strong, suntanned hand. 

Wincing slightly at the unexpected contact, Angie tried not to show her fear 
to Red. She felt very vulnerable and alone, she knew that the rest of the 
train was just outside her door, that the porter was there at the ring of 
the button but she wasn't quite satisfied by that knowledge. She had to 
admit though that it was thrilling to feel Red's hand on her knee and she 
couldn't bring herself to stop him when he moved over next to her and began 
to stroke the soft silky inside of her thigh, working the hem of her skirt 
an inch higher with his little finger. She fought with all her will to keep 
from showing this tall, arrogant man how thoroughly he was affecting her. 

Once more however she found herself picturing him naked, his hard sex organ 
standing out like a telephone pole from his lean body. She couldn't stop 
herself either, the lewd vision causing her to involuntarily clench and 
unclench her firm buttocks on the leather seat. She could feel moisture 
seeping from between the lips of her vagina, moistening the thin crotch band 
of her panties and running down to wet the smooth insides of her tightly 
pressed thighs. And still he rubbed her leg, his stroking and kneading 
growing firmer and bolder as they sped through the night. Suddenly she could 
stand it no longer and the hungry woman turned to look at him-startled she 
met his lust-glazed eyes staring intently at her thighs and through the lap 
of her skirt to her lubricated vagina. She saw a huge bulge in the pouch of 
his trousers, a dark stain spreading where the thick tip of his penis 
throbbed in unwanted confinement.. . and she knew she was lost. Suddenly she 
knew, deep in her heart, that she needed to release herself and yet she was 
afraid, very afraid! 

"You want it as bad as I do Angie, I won't hurt you, I promise," he groaned, 
moving his free hand to lightly cup her breast. 

"Oooooooh, Nooooooo," she moaned, shaking her head wildly, but her body was 
pinioned helplessly against his muscular chest. He leaned closer then and 
planted a series of light feathery kisses on her neck, his hot wet tongue 
flicking out to tease at her ear and send waves of intense, mind-reeling 
pleasure down her back. He continued to squeeze and knead the soft resilient 
flesh of her breast under the sweater while with his other hand he reached 
down inside, his fingers working at the clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly, 
without warning, it snapped apart and her full heavy breasts, large and 
firm, fell free of restraint. Her nipples leaped to a defensive hardness, 
their light brown tips pulsating as he rolled one rubbery nipple between his 
thumb and forefinger, the fabric covering it making his manipulations all 
the more sensuous and exciting. 

"Now, take my prick out!" he ordered suddenly, the lewd word shocking her to 
immobility. "Goddammit, you heard me! Take my cock out of my britches!" 
Slowly, out of fear that he would harm her if she didn't and out of sheer 
lewd fascination also, she moved her right hand to the buttons on his jeans. 
A feeling of revulsion filled her as she touched his crotch and began 
uncertainly to work at the top button, positive that any moment she would 
faint or retch from the humiliation and the contact of her fingers with the 
semen-soaked trousers. Suddenly she realized that he wasn't wearing any 
undershorts and she quickly withdrew her hand as Ins long thick shaft sprang 
free and came into clear view, the head swollen angrily, the skin of the 
column so taut that it seemed to shine. A purple vein ran heavily across the 
ridge of muscle lengthwise on the underside of the awesome instrument, and 
it pulsed and throbbed as it filled with blood and increased the girth of 
the organ from tip to base. 

A plea for help shrieked inside her and yet she didn't ring the bell for the 
porter. She felt somehow that her fate was sealed that she meant to do this 
for some reason . . . that she needed this release on some deep level of her 
being. 

"Take it in your hand Angie, take my big cock in your hand. Hurry!" he 
rasped, seizing her hand and guiding it toward his semen-oozing member. She 
gave a little start as her hand encircled it, the lubricant which seeped 
from its tip sticky to her touch. Then, surprising even herself, she began 
to stroke and massage it, a strange fascination growing in her, and when it 
jerked in her hand, a lovely warmth passed through her loins, a kind of 
perverse thrill. Her very helplessness intensified the growing excitement 
within her, and it was as if her mind were filtering out the fear of the man 
beside her. She found herself suddenly actually enjoying her predicament and 
made no move to retreat when he lifted his backside from the seat to slip 
his jeans halfway down to his knees, exposing the big, sperm-bloated balls 
nestling below the base of his cock. 

Angie began to cradle the tall cowboy's testicles now and she felt the 
warmth of her own sexuality begin to ignite the flames of passion within her 
loins. She had made the decision now, she would give herself to this man, 
she would free herself from the memory of her dead husband, it was time that 
she came back to life as a woman. She couldn't turn back on this slice of 
real-life that was happening to her as the train sped through the night 
towards its destination and the beautiful young policewoman yielded herself 
up to Red Feldon, yielded herself as she hadn't done in years, even with 
Harry, she plunged into the unknown once again knowing that she was opening 
a door that she wouldn't be able to close again but she had to open it 
anyway . . . she was a woman after all and she had her needs, needs which 
this handsome stranger was now fulfilling.. . and she was loving every 
lascivious moment of it, her fear was subsiding and her passion was growing 
and Red Feldon could feel it. 

"You're really something baby," he murmured breathily into her ear, "really 
something!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Angie Harrison got into her apartment in Venice Beach very late on Friday 
night, too late to call her sister. The moment her head hit the pillow she 
was sound asleep and she didn't wake until noon the following day. 

She looked around the apartment that her sister had rented for her and was 
pleased with what she saw. She and Tamara really had similar tastes and 
although the apartment was a furnished one, even the furnishings seemed to 
echo her own personality. It had been quite easy to find also, the cabbie 
went right to the street. She was happy to note that she was only one block 
from the beach and was looking forward to exploring in her spare time. 

She dressed and decided to stroll over to her sister's house, she knew they 
were only three blocks away from her and she felt that she needed the 
exercise so she decided to walk. 

It was a lovely day, the sun was shining bright and clear, everyone was 
wearing short sleeves and suntops despite the fact that it was October. 
Angie had to pinch herself every now and then to remind herself that she was 
in California and not New York City . . . . oh, it felt so good. 

"Hey sexy lady," she heard a voice call out as she turned the corner by 
"Pinky's" the corner drugstore. "Yeah man, she sure is a dish," she heard 
another voice. Angie turned around and was surprised to see a group of boys, 
who couldn't have been more than ten or eleven years old staring at her.. . 
. surely they didn't make those remarks she thought, surprised. "That's 
right baby, you, you sure are a good looker!" 

Angie was amazed, my God! she thought to herself, they're mere boys and yet 
they sound like seventeen year old boys or something, kids must grow up fast 
out here. She hurried quickly towards her sister's apartment not wanting to 
give the punk boys any energy and yet she couldn't help but notice that one 
boy in particular stood out to her. He was quite tall for his obvious age, 
tanned with blonde hair and she found herself feeling extremely attracted to 
him . . . she couldn't understand it, he was a mere boy and yet he was 
definitely turning her on sexually. Oh God! what's happening to me, she 
thought, I must be getting really depraved! being turned on by young boys 
now-first a cowboy and now a ten or eleven year old boy! 

"Hey Stevie, I think the lady likes you," shouted one of the other boys and 
almost without meaning to Angie turned around to look at the boy called 
Stevie. She was amazed to see that he was blushing, it was obvious even 
underneath his tan . . . so, he likes me too, she mused, how strange there 
feels like there's an irrevocable attraction between us . . . how strange. 

Angie hurried on however, determined not to let her feelings loose. After 
all, I have to be careful, she thought suddenly, this might even be my beat. 
A Policewoman can't go around being attracted to young boys, it's just not 
cool! 

* * * 

"You look tired Angie," her sister Tamara said as they sat around the 
kitchen drinking coffee. "I bet that train ride was exhausting." 

"Not until Santa Fe," thought Angie to herself, "Oh no," she said out loud, 
"really, it wasn't bad sis." 

"Then you're just plain tired, period. Angie are you really sure you want to 
do this Policewoman bit. I mean it's not an easy job and well Harry . . . 
you know what I mean, Los Angeles isn't exactly Paradise you know." 

"Venice Beach doesn't seem bad though," Angie said firmly. 

"Oh no, it isn't, although we have our share of crime, young kids mostly." 

"Really, I saw a group as I came over here." 

"Sure, outside Pinky's right," Tamara said grimly. 

"Yes." 

"Those brats. They don't any of them come from bad homes, mostly mothers and 
no father bit. . . they've been in a lot of trouble though. Pinky's trying 
to get them to hang out somewhere else. Believe it or not the cops think 
they're dealing dope." 

"Heavy stuff?" 

"No, just grass, hash, you know the regular stuff. . . but they're a wild 
bunch." 

"I know I was already introduced to them." 

Angie thought again of the beautiful boy called Stevie, why was she so 
attracted to him, so drawn to him, she couldn't figure it out.. .she decided 
not to confide in her sister however, she knew she wouldn't really 
understand. 

The two sisters decided to spend the day together, "Jimmy won't be home 
until dinner.. . you will stay for dinner, won't you sis," Tamara said 
anxious to spend as much time as was possible with her sister. 

"Sure, sure," Angie said, realizing that she had nothing else to do until 
Monday when she had to report for duty to the 17th Precinct. 

The two women had a light lunch and then spent the day shopping, arriving 
home at almost the same time as Jimmy Bernstein. 

"Angie, great to see you," her brother-in-law grinned giving her a bear-like 
hug. 

"Hey watch it, or I'll get jealous," Tamara grinned as she watched her 
husband giving her sister a more than friendly hug. 

"Well, you know, your sister has always turned me on," Jimmy grinned lewdly 
to his wife. 

"Jimmy, really," Angie said, pulling herself away from her brother-in-law. 

"Sorry Angie, just ignore that last remark," Jimmy said, winking at his wife 
out of the corner of his eye. 

Quite unbeknown to Angie, her sister Tamara was quite a swinger. She and 
Jimmy had an open marriage, each allowing the other sexual partners and 
Tamara knew that Jimmy had always wanted to get his hands on her sister. 
When she had been married to Harry, she knew it was impossible, he was far 
too uptight for group sex but now she knew Jimmy was feeling like, "the door 
was open to his fucking Angie." She had always told her husband that she 
didn't think it would ever happen yet she was willing for it to, if it was 
right. 

The cozy threesome had dinner together and drank lots of wine, reminiscing 
about old days and times until Angie realized that it was quite late. "Oh, 
I'd better get home," she said quickly looking at her watch. 

"Oh sis, sleep here tonight, it's so nice to have you near," persuaded 
Tamara, "you could sleep in the spare room." 

Angie agreed, not wanting really to move from the comfort of the Bernstein 
household. She allowed her sister to show her to her room and within minutes 
she was in bed and snuggling beneath the bedclothes. Her mind began to drift 
now first to the cowboy on the train and then to the young boy at the 
drugstore . . . somehow or other she couldn't get that boy out of her mind! 

The young Policewoman had been in bed for about half-an-hour or so when she 
began to hear strange noises. She had drifted into a light sleep and upon 
waking she heard a deep, half painful moan coming through the door to her 
room, which she had left open a crack to create a cool draft. 

"Oh God! what's that," she thought concernedly, pulling on the dressing gown 
that Tamara had loaned her she crept stealthily down the hallway, towards a 
thin stream of light where the sounds seemed to be coming from. 

Gathering her courage she peered inside the room and her senses reeled as 
she saw what was taking place on the bed. Her sister Tamara and 
brother-in-law Jimmy were totally naked and locked in abandoned embrace, 
sweat glistening on their bodies as they worked down over him, her legs 
spread wide over his pleasure-wracked face, while she engulfed his long, 
thick penis with her wildly sucking lips. 

"Suck, baby, suck it hard!" Angie heard Jimmy command, his hands reaching up 
to clutch at Tamara's lovely rounded white buttocks, pulling her loins 
firmly down to him as he ground his mouth greedily into her moist, 
hair-lined cunt. He lashed out with" his hot red tongue, burying it to the 
hilt in the velvety confines of her hungry passage, in and out, in and out, 
then flicking it up to taste and massage the swollen, throbbing clitoris 
with a sensuous swirling motion. It was almost more than Angie could endure, 
this lewd, delicious act taking place right in front of her eyes. Gradually, 
against her will, a beautiful, lusting passion began to pulsate in her 
loins, rising like fire to scorch and harden her nipples to the bursting 
point as she eagerly followed the movements of Jimmy's tongue plunging and 
licking at the wet, flared vagina presented to his face. It was almost 
frustrating, she thought, trying to decide which sight to concentrate 
on-Jimmy's lips and tongue on the squirming hot pussy, or, just as 
delectable to watch, his stiff rock-hard cock being sucked up into her 
sister's ovaled mouth, his groin tensing and jerking as it became clear that 
she was accepting nearly the full length of the hardened shaft into her 
throat. 

Oh God, what exquisite bliss Tamara must be feeling, having her cunt sucked 
and tongued while she swallowed that magnificent prick in her mouth. Angie 
had never seen this before, let alone experienced it, and now she wished 
with every ounce of her being that she could change places with her 
chestnut-haired sister, even for a minute, and feel what they were feeling. 

So this is what I've been missing, Angie sighed inwardly, her thoughts 
harking back to her marriage with Harry. She hadn't realized it when Harry 
had been alive but he had been quite a cold lover-I wonder if that boy at 
the drugstore would make me do this to him, she thought. Oh God! what did I 
just think, she said quickly to herself, realizing that something was 
happening to her mind and her body that was beyond her control. 

Suddenly her attention was brought back to the muffled cries of her sister. 
Jimmy was ramming his long cock deeper than ever into her throat, his hips 
jerking back and forth with a cruel battering force that made Tamara's head 
lift and fall like a balloon on stormy water. And he was still driving his 
angry tongue in and out of her inflamed pussy, his hands clutching her ass 
while with his slender thumbs he pried the white cheeks open wide to provide 
a full view of the ravaged area. Angie's own hand slipped involuntarily down 
her scantily clad belly to the soft, hair-covered mound of her cunt, her 
fingers moving on their own to the silky lips that were now saturated with 
the juices of passion. My Lord, it seemed as if she could have an orgasm 
just watching! 

Angie's cunt throbbed from the effect of the indecent exposure, as she moved 
closer to the doorway, wanting to see everything, all of it, every slightest 
move. Suddenly, there was a deep gurgling sound from Tamara's throat. Jimmy, 
a sadistic grin widening on his face as he drew back from his wife's 
tormented vagina, reached far forward and locked his fingers in her chestnut 
hair, pulling her head down and at the same time thrusting up to ram the 
thick, turgid head of his cock deep into her gaping mouth. Angie was certain 
that Tamara was going to choke from the sheer size of the organ buried all 
the way between her puckered lips. But she didn't; instead, she sucked at it 
hungrily as though she had been waiting all her life for this rapturous 
moment. 

Angie's fingers had found their way under the crotch band of her shortie 
nightgown panties and were now slithering up and down between the pink 
ragged flanges of her vagina, moving easily in the sticky moisture that 
continued to flow from the cuntal opening. Her eyes were glazed with a film 
of wild, ecstatic feeling that she had never dreamed existed. With her other 
hand, she reached up under the filmy nightie and seized one of her heaving 
breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingertips just as the cowboy had 
done, the slight pain increasing the sensations of pleasure until she feared 
she would scream and give away her presence at the doorway. There was 
nothing in the world like this feeling, so different, so wicked, so 
completely consuming. She wanted a man . . . now! Oh, how wonderful it would 
be if the rugged cowboy were here-or better yet, the beautiful boy-to 
fulfill her in the way she craved . . . . through the daze of her passions, 
she still watched Tamara's soft lips clasping desperately at the growing 
white cock sawing into her mouth, the thin, elastic rims of her lips 
clutching to it like delicate fingers. Tamara had slipped both hands under 
her husband's buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and was pulling them up to 
her like a starved child with a sucker. 

Angie could see seminal fluid dripping from the corners of Tamara's mouth 
and running in tiny rivulets down her chin. Tamara was actually taking 
delight in the cruel battering Jimmy was giving to her, Angie realized this. 
Her sister's body shook as if she had fever chills while grinding her cunt 
down on her husband's nuzzling mouth and tongue. Angie shivered with lewd 
fascination as she imagined how soft and warm his lips were on Tamara's 
pussy, drawing little sections of skin into his hot mouth with wet, 
suctioning noises. Her own fingers were now plunging rapidly in and out of 
her hungry cunt, and she was squeezing her big breast with all her might. If 
only she could trade places with Tamara . . . . oh, if only- 

Tamara was now sucking her husband's large cock like a wild woman, her head 
bobbing crazily as her cheeks hollowed and filled. Then, Jimmy jerked his 
prick without warning from his wife's sucking lips, holding the big, 
quivering rod several inches away and began to squirt a hot stream of milky 
cum directly into her wide-open mouth, the bursting jets of fluid filling 
her chestnut-framed face to the brim. She swallowed voraciously, trying not 
to let a single drop of the precious white cum escape her mouth. She was in 
the throes of her own climax, bucking and writhing as the tormentingly 
beautiful feeling mounted to a crescendo in her pussy, flooding through her 
thighs to finally paralyze her entire lower body. At last Jimmy's deflated 
cock slipped from Tamara's mouth with a slight plop, thin strings of semen 
gleaming as they bridged the short distance between his angry red glans and 
his wife's wet, glistening lips. When Tamara's last spasms of sensation had 
ceased, she rolled off him to lay panting beside his thoroughly exhausted 
body. 

Angie hadn't reached her orgasm yet but she didn't dare stay outside her 
sister's bedroom now, quietly she crept back along the hallway and climbed 
into her bed. Her body was on fire however and she knew that she wouldn't be 
able to sleep until she had obtained the release her whole being yearned 
for. Slowly she moved her fingers down to her still pulsating pussy and 
gently began to tease her hardened clitoris, feeling her entire pussy begin 
to flower and she finger-fucked herself into oblivion . . . all the while 
imagining the beautiful blonde boy she had seen earlier that day . . . oh 
God! she felt wonderful. . . wonderful-and yet she still desired a man or a 
boy! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The following day Policewoman Harrison checked into the 17th Precinct, 
reporting for duty. The next few days were a whirl for Angie and she hardly 
had the time even to talk to her sister on the telephone. Almost the moment 
she arrived home at her apartment she fell asleep, so exhausted was she by 
all she had to assimilate. 

She and Policewoman Jarvis had been assigned a patrol car. It was an 
experiment for the station, they had never had policewomen driving patrol 
cars before but they felt it was time for them to do that. Several of the 
older members of the force were highly skeptical, even though they knew the 
women had been trained for active duty it was difficult for them to imagine 
the women actually using a gun, or dealing with a heavy criminal. Especially 
Policewoman Harrison, "she looks more like a go-go dancer or something," one 
of the sergeants had complained. "I wouldn't mind getting my hands on her 
luscious body." His opinion was shared with several other men at the 
Precinct.. . Angie Harrison was an extremely sensual and seductive woman 
without even having to try. 

The two women had been working together for about a couple of weeks when 
Policewoman Jarvis suddenly became ill. Angie was quite aware that she was 
sick and immediately drove her home, calling into the station that she was 
sick and would take her home. Joanie at the station asked Angie if she 
needed a replacement but Angie said no, realizing that it was only an hour 
before she went off duty. "I can handle the rest of the day Joanie, thanks," 
she said efficiently to the radio-operator. 

Having deposited Policewoman Jarvis safely at home and having called the 
doctor, Angie hopped by into the patrol car and was greeted immediately by 
Joanie's voice telling her to go to Pinky's drugstore. Angie drove over 
there immediately and was surprised to see Pinky, holding the beautiful boy 
Stevie by the wrists. 

"Caught this punk stealing," Pinky said. 

"Man, I wasn't stealing," Stevie said, "I was just looking, Pinky." 

"Oh yea, do you usually take things out of the store when you look buddy." 

"Want to make a full report Pink," Angie said anxiously, hardly wanting to 
book the boy of her fantasies. She was already quite aware that she found it 
difficult to look at him . . . what a strange thing it is to be this 
attracted to a young boy, she thought guiltily to herself. 

Pinky thought for a moment, looking intently at the young boy, "I know this 
kid's mom for years you know Officer, nice lady. It would break her heart to 
have him arrested, not that he doesn't deserve it. How about you give him a 
good talking to and this time I won't press charges. But listen to me 
buddy," Pinky said thrusting his face towards the young boy, "don't let it 
happen again, in fact stay out of my drugstore altogether, you hang around 
too much." 

Angie realized that Pinky was really a kind-hearted old man and was relieved 
that he didn't want to arrest Stevie. 

"Come for a little drive with me Stevie," she said casually, noticing just 
how much her heart was beating as she spoke to the boy. 

Stevie climbed into Angie's patrol car and sat glumly staring out of the 
window. Angie called into Joanie to tell her, "no arrest, only caution" and 
told her also that she would be going off duty in fifteen minutes. Then she 
pulled the patrol car and headed out towards the ocean, "We'll take a ride 
along the ocean-front for a while, Stevie," she said to the boy still aware 
of her heart beating rapidly. 

As they drove along, Angie realized that a plan was beginning to formulate 
in her mind. She had to get young Stevie back to her apartment, she didn't 
feel comfortable riding with him in the patrol car and in her uniform and 
the more she talked to him the more she liked him. 

He was really soft when he was alone, it seemed he only played the macho 
role when his buddies were around. She could hardly believe that he was only 
ten years old, he seemed so mature for his age. He wrote poetry, he told her 
and liked to be on the beach alone at night and watch the stars. 

"Stevie do you have to be home right now," she asked anxiously. 

"No" the boy replied, wondering what the Police Officer had in mind. 

"There are a few things I'd really like to talk with you about Stevie but 
I'm going off duty. Would you come to my apartment, we could have a sandwich 
and some soda or something and you can tell me more about yourself, I'm 
really interested in you," she said kindly. 

Young Stevie Bronson was quite surprised, it seemed to him that it was 
out-of-line of the Policewoman's duty but then who was to argue. And Officer 
Harrison was a beautiful woman, he had fallen for her the moment he had set 
eyes on her outside Pinky's. To date he had only fucked girls and Rita but 
women were steadily becoming a source of interest to Stevie and he was 
determined to fuck a real woman before too long. He had been told by all the 
girls he'd fucked already that he was terrific and he believed it, surely a 
woman wouldn't be too much for him! 

The young boy agreed, his mother wasn't home from work until almost seven 
o'clock, he had nothing to lose. 

The lascivious young Policewoman turned the car around and headed back to 
her apartment, depositing Stevie safely in her living room, with the 
television turned on, she drove back to the station and reported in. Driving 
out in her own car almost immediately and heading for home. 

"Man, that dish is too much, Sergeant O'Hara said as he watched the 
seductive blonde Policewoman get into her own car and leave the 

Station yard. "I sure wish I was single again." 

"Wish on O'Hara," grinned his buddy Ralph. 

"Yeah, you too!" O'Hara said grimly as he thought of his fat and ugly wife. 

Stevie heard Police Officer Harrison coming up her stairs and almost 
immediately his boy cock began to pound in his pants. He didn't know why she 
had brought him to her apartment but he was well aware of the fact that it 
wasn't a particularly normal thing for a Policewoman to do. 

Angie Harrison's heart was pounding as she walked into her apartment, she 
knew that it was a fit of madness to invite the young boy to her own home 
and yet she had acted almost against her inner voice of conscience, she 
didn't really know what she was doing, she was only following her instincts 
and her instincts had been inflamed by the boy from the moment she had set 
her eyes upon him. 

"I'm going to shower and change Steven, then I want to talk to you some 
more," Angie said, carefully appraising the young boy's body with her hungry 
eyes. She thought, although she wasn't sure that she could see his boy cock 
lurching in his pants and she felt a deep stab of sensuality in her own 
already aroused loins. 

In the shower she began to give herself a strong pep-talk, about how she had 
to remember her line of work, her duty, her obligation to Harry's memory, 
everything. She told herself over and over again that she was wicked and 
evil to even think about the boy in a sexual way and yet she knew that she 
couldn't help it. He aroused her, it was a fact, he had aroused her from the 
first moment she had seen him and he was arousing her right now. 

She slipped into a comfortable caftan in her bedroom and then floated 
casually into the living room. 

Young Stevie was quite taken aback when he saw the beautiful policewoman and 
he felt his cock give another lurch as he thought of her bare and voluptuous 
body beneath her flowing dress. Man, she's got a body, he thought 
lasciviously to himself. He thought of all the conversations they had had at 
school since she came onto the precinct, and he could hardly believe that he 
was actually getting to be this close to her. No-one would ever believe it, 
no-one. 

Almost as if she could read his thoughts, Angie said. "I'd like this visit 
to be our secret Stevie, alright. This isn't official you know." 

"Sure Officer Harrison," the boy said quickly anxious to please the older 
woman. 

"Call me Angie, for now anyway," she purred seductively, now fully aware 
that she wanted to play out the drama to the utmost. 

"Thank you, Angie," Stevie said now, almost shyly, realizing fully for the 
first time that the seductive woman was as attracted to him as he was to 
her. He'd heard about Policemen seducing young girls but he'd never heard 
about it the other way around. Maybe he would be the exception to the rule. 

"Now first of all Stevie, I want you to promise me that you'll never steal 
anything from Pinky again, nor any other store for that matter. You were 
very lucky Pinky didn't make a report, obviously he was going to press 
charges but the thoughts of your mother made him change his mind. Believe me 
you were lucky Stevie." 

"I know, I was doing it on a dare," he said finally. 

"Pretty stupid thing to do Stevie, you won't do it again, will you?" she 
said for the second time. 

"I promise I won't," Stevie said soberly, suddenly beginning to sob for the 
first time in years. 

Angie could hardly bare to see the beautiful young boy crying that way and 
before she realized what she was doing she had cradled his head against her 
firm breasts and was stroking his head comfortingly. 

Stevie almost flipped when he felt the older woman's body against his and 
his penis began to pulsate wildly in the confinement of his pants. 

Angie was wild with excitement now as she felt the boy's nubile young body 
close to hers, lurid images of his naked boy cock started to float before 
her mind and she knew that she finally had to admit to herself that she had 
invited him up to her apartment to seduce him. It was wicked and evil she 
knew it, and yet she wanted to have him, she wanted him to plunge his 
delicious little boy cock into her hungry pussy and to use her as he wished. 

Boldly now she took one of his hands and cupped it under her breast, showing 
him that she liked him to squeeze her breasts and to fondle her nipples. 
Stevie could hardly breathe, he was so excited but he knew that he had to 
not show his fear, besides now he actually had his hand on the Policewoman's 
tit he couldn't chicken out! 

"Ohhh . . . Stevie," he heard her moan as he began to manipulate the excited 
little nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

Explosions were happening in the ten year old boy's brain as he held the 
Policewoman's nipple between his fingers. His whole body was on fire now and 
his cock was about to explode in his pants. Would he dare to fuck her, would 
he dare . . . and yet she seemed to want him, wild though it was, she seemed 
to really want him. 

"Oh My God!" moaned the Policewoman again as she felt the young boy slip his 
hand inside her caftan now to rest on the stark white mound of her naked 
breast, then cupping it so that her throbbing nipple pressed firmly into his 
palm, the erect point pulsating with an almost visible ache, she groaned 
again. Then her body jerked violently as his other hand reached under her 
caftan to caress her satiny thighs and brush his fingers over the soft 
resilient pubic hair above her moistening cuntal lips. His lust for her was 
nearing the point of no return, sending hot rushes of blood to fill his 
jerking boy cock to massive erection. She could feel the tip of the growing 
instrument nudging greedily against her thigh, rudely and insistently 
demonstrating his desire for her. 

Suddenly Stevie's strong young hand clamped down on her blonde-haired pubis, 
his middle Finger insinuating itself between the swollen labia to massage 
her quivering clitoris and Angie Harrison knew now, without a shadow of a 
doubt that this young boy was no stranger to sex. Obviously he had fucked 
before and fucked quite a lot to have the kind of ease and prowess he so 
obviously had. 

She knew it was wrong and lewd, oh God, she knew it and yet she couldn't 
stop him. How could she, she was so hungry to be touched and caressed . . . 
so very hungry. Little by little she commanded herself to release her 
passion, to grind her hips back up against his maddening finger and to let 
herself go fully with the force of her desires. 

She was a woman, a woman who had been alone for a year, without a man to tap 
the deep resources of her longing. Now, in his arms, she felt like a young 
girl again responding to the caresses of a virile young boy. 

She ran her tongue slowly around her lips, wetting them in preparation for 
the long, sweet kiss he placed fully on hers with his thin, sensitive mouth. 
She could feel her blood raging deep within her body, the body that he would 
almost certainly possess in a moment. Finally, after what seemed an eternity 
of bliss, they broke the embrace and he renewed his teasing manipulations of 
her breasts and the burning bud of her clitoris. She had to have him, wanted 
him to crawl up inside her, to find and quiet the thunder that was building 
within her from the tormenting touch of his hands on her defenseless 
nakedness. She cried out as his lips rounded and closed over her ear, 
sucking and drawing on it until she was afraid that the pressure would make 
her brain burst. At last, just when she thought she could stand no more, his 
mouth drew back and she could feel the hear of his breath rushing against 
her ear. Then he moved his head higher to bring his lips down to lock wetly 
on hers in another searing kiss. She thrust her tongue forward sharply at 
him and he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth, his own tongue 
swirling and rolling around hers. 

"Oooohhhh, Stevie, Stevie, darling, take me, take me now," she moaned 
desperately, a pleading agonized whine in her voice. But the 
passion-maddened boy merely grinned, his greedy eyes feasting lewdly on her 
squirming body. Her hands closed lovingly on his beautiful face and she 
moved closer on her side, pressing tightly against him, her breasts 
flattening against his chest and pinning the hand he had been using to 
squeeze the firm, ruby-tipped mounds. Suddenly he pulled the hand away and 
worked it under her waist, slipping it down toward her buttocks as he 
withdrew his other hand from her cunt.. . . Then with both hands he cupped 
her full ovaled buttocks and pulled her tightly against his pelvis. She felt 
his huge staff grinding into her soft abdomen and she knew she was lost. She 
went crazy, feeling new fires lighting within her, her nipples growing more 
and more intense in their throbbing and her vagina feeling like it was about 
to explode. 

She could feel moisture rising between her legs as the steaming, hair-lined 
lips began a spasmodic contracting, pulsing wetly against each other in 
shameless anticipation of the heights of pleasure about to come. 

Nothing else mattered now to the wildly seductive Policewoman but this 
marvelous boy-man holding her close to him. There was nothing else left-she 
was totally at his mercy and she wanted him inside her as soon as possible. 
She began to push her pubic mound more fervently against him, wriggling 
herself so that the soft moistened lips of her cunt were in direct contact 
with his throbbing penis through her caftan. 

"Stevie we must take our clothes off, we must," he panted raggedly and 
almost immediately the young boy began to pull off his pants. First his 
shirt and then his jeans and she gasped as she realized that he wasn't 
wearing any undershorts. There before her eyes was his thick, broad cock 
standing up like a hardened pole from the flat, sinewy surface of his loins, 
and a tremor passed through her as she thought of it tearing up into her 
stomach. The bulbous, oversized head of the organ was oozing glistening 
pearls of semen that ran down its incredible length and onto the fair skin 
encasing his swollen sperm-filled young testicles. She could hardly believe 
that his cock was so huge, only ten years old she gasped to herself and 
already he had the cock of a man! 

"Take it in your hand. . . . Squeeze it," he said huskily. "I want you to 
squeeze my cock . . . to know what I am going to fuck you with," he said 
maturely. 

Angie was temporarily frozen by the impact of his obscene words, yet their 
very lewdness excited her more and more, and as though in a trance, she 
reached over to touch the hardened, boy-like, yet man-sized cock with her 
fingers, delicately tracing the swollen veins and at last clasping its 
circumference in her hands. She was surprised when she discovered that she 
could not completely encircle it, its thickness was so great, and she saw 
the youthful pride lighting his eyes. 

"Take off your clothes," he ordered and Angie did as she was told, never for 
one moment taking her eyes off his erect penis. The boy could stand it no 
longer as he looked at the voluptuous Policewoman's gorgeous body, he pulled 
her down to the softly carpeted floor, spreading her out on her back with 
her legs wide apart. Then he kneeled over her, looking down with a 
lascivious boldness at the helpless woman's vagina, the smooth pink flesh of 
the tight slit presenting a quivering and unimpeded target of soft wetness 
in a sparse bramble of soft blonde pubic hair. Her buttocks were pressed 
flat to the floor and he could see the tiny brown ring of her anus puckering 
teasingly below her cunt. 

He leaned forward then and with one hand guided the flaring cock-head up to 
her pussy lips, parting them to slide the fully hardened instrument up and 
down the full length of the vaginal slit and over the gently pulsating 
clitoris, sending a shiver of excitement along the insides of her parted 
thighs. Suddenly she felt the blunt stab of a fiery pole of flesh and her 
whole body twitched, writhing uncontrollably as she groaned in welcome 
abandon to the deliciously punishing cock sinking inch by inch into her 
hungry cunt. 

"Oooooohhhh, darling, my darling, yesssss," she cried piteously as the ten 
year old boy's hands slipped under the rounded white orbs of her buttocks, 
raising them and at the same time driving his cock forward into her with all 
the youthful strength of his hips and thighs. She muttered incoherently, 
encouraging him on with throaty cries, and wound her long and smooth legs 
around the trunk of his lithe young body as he thrust into her. Occasionally 
he would pause, soaking the full length of his massive pulsing cock far up 
inside the hot recesses of her belly, the smooth, velvet folds of her 
pleasure-filled vagina holding him, clamping tightly around the rigid column 
until she could feel every inch of skin along its gently throbbing length. 
She had never known such madness-a total surrender to a male. Her crazed 
mind reveled in her wickedness and she screwed her pelvis up tight against 
him until she could sense that the very last fraction of his youthful cock 
was buried in her up to the lust thickened hilt. His bloated balls danced 
below against the sensitive outer ring of her tiny anus, sending flutters of 
delirious delight to every cell in her body. 

They sweated profusely, Stevie's salty perspiration dripping down between 
her bouncing breasts as he fucked viciously into her cunt. 

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeasseee, give it to me, hard!. . . Oh God, fill me up! 
Ooooooh!" she begged, tossing her head wildly back and forth on the floor, 
her long blonde hair now having loosed itself from its prim confines. 
Answering her plea, the ten year old boy increased the tempo of his lunges, 
running the long passion-driven organ into her vaginal passage with a 
maniacal force that pushed the wide-stretched rim of flesh forward on the 
in-stroke and then pulled it outward like a bellows on the out-stroke. Each 
thrust of his powerful loins drove the hot flesh of her pussy walls in 
rippling waves before the angry, inflamed glans of his member, and there was 
no stopping it until his testicles smacked heavily again and again into the 
upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. He speared into her without 
mercy or thought of injury, slamming up into her cervix with such a brutal 
vengeance that she winced and tried vainly to lower her legs and shorten the 
depths of penetration. 

But he withdrew his hands from beneath her ass-cheeks and expertly seized 
her soft, white thighs to pry them even further apart, cruelly stretching 
them so that she thought he might split her body forever in half. Then he 
fell forward, his weight crushing her legs back until her knees were on 
either side of her shoulder, presenting her ravaged vagina up to him for 
better access. The boy placed both hands on her full-spreading tits, 
grasping them savagely for leverage to pull himself more solidly against her 
vulnerable buttocks. 

Oh God, God, she screamed inwardly, utterly lost to the wonderful salacious 
lust that drove her on and on, her lovely face twisted in shattering 
ecstasy, her legs jerking and toes curling as she slammed her cunt rapidly 
upwards to meet his every stroke. She never dreamed that fucking, yes 
fucking that was the word, that fucking could be this sublime-and she was 
getting it from a ten year old boy! right in the living room of her own 
house, the boy she had been called to deal with as a Policewoman-it was all 
too bizarre for words! Christ! she loved him . . . she actually loved this 
blue-eyed boy who was skewering her half to death with his big thick pole. 

The deep guttural sounds rising from her chest changed to whimpers of pure 
bliss. He knew that she was approaching the verge of orgasm, feeling the 
contractions of her pussy speed up and then suddenly cease just before her 
first overwhelming spasms of electric climax claimed her brain and body. 

"Aaaaggggghhhhh, I'm cummmmmminnnng! Ohhhhhhh!" She shrieked, bucking and 
writhing out of control as wave after wave of pleasure ran through her from 
head to foot. Her hands darted behind his driving buttocks, pulling him into 
her with amazing strength as her cum juice gushed hotly out around his still 
rampaging cock, flowing down the crevice of her ass and flooding his 
sperm-filled balls butting rhythmically against her tightly clenching 
asshole. Spurred on by the older woman's twisting agony of sensation, he 
plowed harder into her, pressing her tormented legs back flat against her 
large breasts, doubling her in half, fucking into her like a human 
pile-driving machine. 

Above her, Angie heard the ten year old boy groan and could feel the hot 
torrent of his sticky white sperm squirting deep up into her dilated womb, 
mixing thoroughly with her own gushing cum juice. Her head whirled in animal 
sensuality as the strong, wet bursts surged and ricocheted inside her, 
filling her to the bursting point with its milky whiteness. The hot, 
slippery walls of her cunt closed and unclosed, sucking at the jerking organ 
like a greedy starving mouth. Her firm woman's body was drained of 
everything, her limbs collapsing loosely on the softly carpeted floor as 
Stevie's grip on her was released. She lay spread-eagled exhausted and 
uncaring, as she felt the heavy weight of his young body lift from her to 
allow a cool rush of air to play over her sweat soaked body. 

Angie Harrison was spent, was filled and fulfilled as she had dreamed of 
being but had never thought she would actually experience. She could still 
hardly believe that she had seduced a ten year old boy, it was beyond her 
understanding and yet she had been acting entirely from her instincts. 

"This must be our secret Stevie, you do understand that don't you," she 
asked the young boy anxiously. 

"Of course," murmured the young boy, realizing that it was true and yet 
wanting to boast to his friends about his conquest. After all it was 
something for a ten year old boy to fuck a woman, a beautiful woman and a 
woman who just happened to be a Policewoman in the bargain. It would be hard 
for him to keep his mouth shut, but he would do his best.. . he would try 
hard to really keep the secret.. . really hard! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Policewoman Harrison was in excellent spirits, everyone at the station 
noticed it, particularly Sergeant O'Hara who turned to his buddy as she left 
in the patrol car, "looks like she got a good fuck last night.. . lucky 
bastard!" 

Angie Harrison could hardly believe her luck when the Inspector had called 
her into his office that day and congratulated her on her conduct at the 
station, for a moment she had thought he'd had some complaint about her. She 
felt very guilty about having taken Stevie to her house and wondered if she 
had been seen . . . what kind of excuse could she use for a ten year old boy 
coming over to her apartment! 

She was given the perfect answer. Inspector Jones told her to pay special 
attention to the boys in the neighborhood. "Most of them are good boys," he 
told her, "like young Stevie caught yesterday in Pinky's. Maybe if you sort 
of took them under your wing a bit, they'd stay out of trouble. I don't want 
a bunch of juvenile delinquents on our hands." 

Angie told the inspector she would be delighted to keep a special eye on 
Stevie and smiled inwardly to herself at how easily everything was working 
out for her. 

She had arranged with Stevie that he come over to her apartment, she told 
him to bring his homework with him. She had already decided that if anyone 
noticed her with Stevie she would just say she was taking a special interest 
in him and now Inspector Jones had played right into her hands. 

She ran up to her apartment, threw off her clothes and plunged into the 
shower, wanting to be fresh when Stevie came. Angie Harrison could hardly 
believe that she was luring a ten year old boy to her apartment, a boy that 
she had been brought into contact with on duty as a Policewoman-she knew 
that if she were caught she would be thrown off the force besides receiving 
publicity and rage as a seducer of an innocent and yet she didn't care. It 
was almost as if the very daringness of the situation added to the drama. 
She had led such a sober life with Harry, she hadn't really realized that 
until the cowboy had seduced her on the train. She had married Harry 
straight from school and never had another lover. Now, she was ready and 
willing to see the world. 

Angie poured herself a stiff scotch, straight, and pulled herself into a 
long jersey dress, brushed her hair in readiness for Stevie. It's funny, she 
thought wickedly to herself, it's almost as if I'm waiting for my 24 year 
old lover instead of ten year old! 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell and answering it she found 
that it was Stevie. He came in quickly, circling her in his arms, kissing 
her with all the fervor one might expect from true lovers. 

"Had a little drink, eh," he grinned mischievously. "Nervous I wouldn't 
come?" 

Angie could hardly believe that he was behaving as suavely as he was. I 
wonder how come he's so grown up, she pondered. 

"Can I have a little drink?" 

"Do you drink?" 

"Ummm . . . well a little now and then." Angie was almost giddy with 
happiness, her heart was soaring and free as she leaned over the table to 
pour the young boy a drink. She saw Stevie staring approvingly at her dress 
and the thrilling sight of her breasts where the dress fell away from her 
and when she straightened up she saw the thick bulge of his penis jerking 
slightly in his trousers. 

"I have to tell you Angie that my mind is blown," Stevie said quietly, "I 
mean, you're really a woman." 

Angie sat drinking in the comfort of young Stevie's words, it was true she 
was a woman and he was a mere boy and yet when she was with him she didn't 
think about it at all, it never occurred to her that he was only ten years 
old. She felt the animal urges rising again in her body and she leaned 
against the boy to kiss him long and hard, her hot tongue lancing into his 
mouth to savor his warm, delicious young taste. His hands reached out to 
stroke the soft fabric covering the heavy white mounds of her breasts, then 
slowly he dropped his mouth to kiss the deep valley between them, his own 
tongue sliding lightly down to taste the perfumed musk there. 

"Please, yes, ooohhhhh Stevie, ohhhh," she moaned softly. The tingling 
feeling in her breasts dropped to her thighs and danced there magically with 
the excitement of his touch. She reached down between their bodies and 
boldly stroked his penis. The thought that she was actually encouraging him 
to use her body made her a little nervous, but she felt her uneasiness melt 
as he slipped his brown hand down the front of her dress and began to fondle 
the throbbing nipple of one breast. 

"Let's go to bed Angie," the ten year old boy begged, unable to wait any 
longer. They rose and she allowed him to guide her into the bedroom. Her 
hands shook slightly as she reached behind her and slid the new zipper 
slowly down from her neck to her buttocks. He helped her lift the dress over 
her head and then dropped it gently in the chair beside the bed. Her anxiety 
building, she reached behind her again and unhooked the brassiere, gasping 
silently as the soft cool air flowed over the tips of her breasts, causing 
the erect rounded nipples to quiver in anticipation. She sat down on the 
edge of the bed, her near nakedness sending delightful chills over her 
flesh, exciting her as she had been yesterday. The thought that she would 
soon be writhing in ecstasy beneath Stevie added to the forbidden thrill. 
Raising her buttocks, she stripped her panties down over the fullness of her 
hips and thighs, finally pulling them over her slim ankles and off her feet. 

At last he reached for her, his warm hands seizing her shoulders and pushing 
her back gently on the cool sheets. The blue-eyed boy dropped his head to 
Angie's heaving white bosom, cupping one large breast and sucking the light 
brown nipple deep into his wet mouth. She groaned and swayed under his 
caresses, then she felt him move away and swing his feet over the side of 
the bed as he worked eagerly at the buttons of his trousers. Slowly Angie 
watched her ten year old lover undress, sighing once again at his delicious 
boy-cock, then she closed her eyes, feeling his sensitive fingers begin to 
trace feathery patterns on her curvaceous hips. 

"Oh God!" she moaned, "you feel so good Stevie, so good, I need to feel your 
body close to mine, quickly baby, I need to feel you," the older woman 
groaned, her lust beginning to erupt once more in her passion-sodden body. 
"I can't wait Stevie, I can't wait," she whimpered, "take me, take me NOW.. 
. . " 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Tamara Bernstein was worried, she hadn't heard from her sister in over a 
week, it wasn't really that she was worried as much as hurt. She had hoped 
that she would see quite a bit of her sister but thing were working out a 
little differently than she had thought they would. Still she was excited 
now as she and Jimmy parked their car outside Angie's apartment. They were 
on their way home for dinner and Tamara wanted to try to whisk Angie home 
with her for the weekend, also she had some fun news to share with her. She 
and Jimmy had been given a house right on the beach in Laguna for a whole 
week and she wanted Angie to come down as much as possible, even if not for 
the whole week at least for the weekend. They had a big party planned and 
she was very anxious that Angie would get to meet the rest of her friends. 

They pressed the elevator button to the third floor, and stepping out they 
found Angie's apartment and were just about to ring the doorbell when they 
heard loud sounds coming from inside. 

"What's going on," Tamara said, creasing her brow as she heard the obvious 
cries of sexual release seeping through the walls. 

"What do you think," Jimmy grinned feeling his own cock lurch in his pants 
at the wild and abandoned cries coming from within. "What do you know, the 
old girl's got it in her after all." 

"Oh please Jimmy, don't talk about my sister that way." 

"Well it's true and you know it, since Harry died she sort of died too. I'm 
glad to hear that she's getting a good fuck-baby how about you and me get 
home quick, listening to those signs has made me mighty horny." 

Tamara grinned lewdly at her husband, reaching over to stroke his cock with 
her hand, "good thing I give you what you want, otherwise you'd be like 
every other man in town running after every bit of skirt he can find." 

"Oh baby, you satisfy me, you know it," Jimmy grinned again, "come on honey, 
let's go. Leave your sister a note or something. It's a good thing there's 
not another apartment on this floor, she'd have the neighbors complaining if 
they had to come home listening to that kind of noise." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

When Policewoman Harrison saw her ten year old lover to the door a little 
later on in the evening she was horrified to see a note from her sister 
Tamara, oh my God! she thought to herself, I hope she didn't hear me making 
love. 

Angie kissed Stevie goodbye extracting a promise from him to come to see her 
the following evening. "Bring your homework again, Stevie," she said "and 
Stevie, well, have you told your mother anything about me?" she said 
suddenly realizing that her young lover was going home to his mother this 
very moment. 

"I didn't tell her about you, Pinky did, he told her I was" going to steal 
something . . . she was really mad I'll tell you." 

"What did he tell her about me," Angie asked curiously. 

"Only that you were very nice to me and took me for a drive." 

"Did your mother ask you anything else about me?" 

"No, only she wanted to know what you talked to me about." 

"And.. . " 

"I told her that you talked to me about not stealing and getting good grades 
at school and I told her you said you would help me with my homework," he 
grinned. 

"Good . . . good, Inspector Jones asked me today to keep an eye on you so if 
we are cool we can see each other every day . . . would you like that 
Stevie?" 

"What do you think," Stevie grinned lewdly, "I certainly don't have anywhere 
else I want to go." 

Angie almost melted on the spot at her young lover's last remark-oh God, he 
really wants me, she thought inwardly to herself. 

"Good then darling I'll see you tomorrow, same time," she smiled seductively 
looking after her beautiful ten year old lover as he sauntered casually to 
the elevator, his tight white jeans almost disappearing in to his ass. What 
a lucky lady I am, she sighed . . . what a lucky lady! 

* * * 

Policewoman Harrison found herself hardly able to concentrate on her work 
the following day, tiny tingles of ecstasy would flood her body every time 
she thought of young Stevie. It's almost as if he's still inside my body she 
thought lovingly. Harry never gave me this kind of a thrill, is it because 
it's so wicked and evil, is that why I feel this way. 

The voluptuous young woman looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, she 
looked gorgeous, certainly making love agreed with her. She was well aware 
that she was making more than a favorable impression at the station, 
especially with Sergeant O'Hara, she knew that he would have loved to strip 
her and fuck her right in the station-if he dared but she knew that he 
wouldn't-he just likes to think dirty, she would sigh to herself as she felt 
the older man's eyes boring into her body, undressing her with every pore of 
his being. 

For some strange reason she felt nervous, she didn't know why, she knew that 
Stevie had promised to come and see her later on in the day but there was 
something about the look in his eye when he had said he would be at her 
apartment at the same time, that she couldn't forget. It was almost an extra 
glint of lust-or something-she didn't really know what it was but she had 
been thinking about that look all day long. 

Every now and then, Angie found herself wishing that she had a more normal 
relationship. She wanted to be able to go out with Stevie and she knew that 
she would never be able to do that. She felt sad sometimes knowing that they 
would always have to meet in secret and in her heart she wondered how long 
they would be able to continue with their illicit relationship. 

Driving home to her apartment from the Precinct, Policewoman Harrison was 
suddenly thrown into a panic. She saw Stevie walking down the street with a 
woman that looked positively like she had to be a whore. She was a dark, 
Italian looking girl wearing the shortest mini skirt that Angie had ever 
seen, high platform heels and lots of make-up. Not only was Stevie walking 
with her, he was holding her hand. Angie felt her heart begin to pound 
rapidly in her chest and tears flooded her eyes immediately, there was 
something so comfortable and intimate about them that she knew they had been 
together in bed, it was obvious, to her at least. She thought now of how 
mature Stevie was as a lover and she realized that of course, someone had 
taught him all he knew-perhaps it was this whore! 

She turned blindly into a side street to avoid looking any further at the 
painful sight of her lover with another woman. What would she do-would she 
confront him with her, how could she bear to share him with someone else and 
so soon too! 

As soon as she arrived home, Policewoman Harrison poured herself a very 
stiff scotch, ran a hot, hot bath and filling it full of bubble she sank 
into it. The liquor was racing through her body now, washing away the cares 
of the day. She knew that she would have to change her mood before Stevie 
arrived, she didn't want him to see her in this state of anguish, it would 
give him too much power to see how much she cared for him. 

Why did I start this damn relationship in the first place, she cried out to 
herself now. It's wrong and evil anyway-why did I have to be so attracted to 
a ten year old boy-why! why! 

Yet attracted she was and she knew it. Stevie was feeding her animalistic 
desires in a way that Harry had never been able to and the cowboy had only 
touched upon. She had been a hungry woman for a long time without even 
realizing that fact. 

Angie pulled herself out of the tub and toweled herself vigorously, feeling 
salacious thrills run up and down her spine as she touched herself, bringing 
clearly to her body the anticipation of her lover's touch. 

She threw on the silk robe she had purchased that day during her lunchbreak. 
It had a white background with exotic flowers printed on it, she wore 
nothing beneath the dress and the silk caressed her skin, making her feel 
even more sensual and seductive. 

At precisely 6:00 p.m. the doorbell rang, Stevie was prompt, that was good 
for they only had an hour together every night-they didn't want to cause his 
mother to have any suspicions of any kind. 

As soon as she answered the door however, Angie saw that Stevie was not 
alone, there were two other boys behind him and the Policewoman recognized 
them as the boys she had seen with Stevie the first day she had observed him 
standing outside Pinky's Drugstore. The two other boys were dark and one was 
almost Negro looking and they stared at her with unadulterated lust in their 
eyes, Angie could feel them burning through her dress to her naked body. 

Suddenly the frightened woman realized also that Stevie was a little drunk, 
"I told you she'd be ready guys, she just can't wait to get my cock!" and 
pushing her back into the apartment, the three boys entered. 

"Stevie, what's going on, what happened to you," Angie cried out in anguish. 

"Come on baby, take off your clothes so my buddies can see what a great body 
you've got. They want to see what they're going to fuck." 

"What!" screamed Angie, "Stevie, what's going on," she gasped in disbelief 
as Stevie stepped towards her, grabbed her dress and tore it off her body in 
one movement. She was completely exposed now, her white breasts quivering 
nakedly in the air, the hair-covered furrow of her vagina presented to the 
lewd gazes of Stevie and his two seedy looking friends. She tried 
desperately to cover her naked body but Stevie pulled her hand away. 

"Please Stevie, don't humiliate me," the tormented young Policewoman cried 
out. "Why are you doing this." 

"Thought you had little Stevie just where you wanted him didn't you, you 
fucking bitch. Thought you could just command me whenever you wanted. Come 
here Stevie, fuck me now, Stevie, etc., etc. 

"Well baby, I may be only ten years old but I grew up on the streets and I 
don't play those games for no woman. I've had woman since I was a kid, even 
when I couldn't fuck them and now I can they all want me, believe me, 
including you, you horny bitch." 

Angie could hardly believe her ears, where was the soft, sensitive boy of 
yesterday. Could he be two distinct personalities in one body? Was it 
possible-it certainly seemed so. He was Doctor Jeckell and Mr. Hyde alright, 
the proof was in front of her this very moment. "Please Stevie," she begged 
again, "don't hurt me and don't do anything you would regret later." 

Suddenly Stevie leaned forward and cruelly twisted one of her naked breasts 
in his hand causing the Policewoman to cry out in pain. What could she do, 
she was trapped, she had opened herself up for this wildly abandoned 
experience with a ten year old boy and now it was really becoming evil. She 
would have to leave the force, she would have to leave town now, how could 
she continue to live with her own shame and guilt. 

"Man look at that body," whistled one of the boys. 

"Sure, sure Bimbo, all in good time, help me get her to the bed," Stevie 
commanded and before she realized what was happening the three boys had 
carried her through to her bed and deposited her there. Angie lay sobbing 
quietly as her savage young lover squeezed at her tender flesh, one of his 
hands dropping to open her beautiful white thighs. The two other boys at the 
foot of the bed leaned closer to peer lustily at the parted lips of her 
cunt, the pink flesh a tiny bit moist with its natural juices. 

"Phew, what a tight pussy," Bimbo groaned, "I can hardly wait!" The squat, 
dark-looking boy opened his pants now and pulled out his cock, and even in 
her dazed state, Angie cringed at the sight of his enormous rod of flesh. It 
was longer and thicker than Stevie's and she trembled with dread as she 
thought of it entering her belly. It would split her vagina wide open, kill 
her.. . ! Dear Lord, why, why was Stevie doing this to her, why! 

Then Stevie and Bimbo moved to each side of the bed, pinioning her arms and 
legs flat to the mattress in a spread-eagled position. Her rolling eyes 
widened in terror as they tied her wrists and ankles with rope that someone 
had magically produced from nowhere. Soon she was secured with only enough 
freedom to wiggle her buttocks from side to side and upwards in an arching 
movement as she struggled to free herself. . . . This was not happening to 
her, she thought wildly trying to convince herself that she was merely 
dreaming. But the bonds were cutting into her flesh and she knew that it was 
all true! 

"Bimbo you fuck her first," Stevie commanded to the dark boy who was 
stroking his cock, a satanic smile crossing his mouth. Torturous tears 
flooded Angie's face now as she realized that it was Stevie's intention to 
humiliate her fully and she lay docilely on the bed as Bimbo opened her 
trembling thighs and knelt between them, holding his throbbing blood-filled 
cock with one hand in preparation for the merciless entry into her 
fear-contracted vagina. 

"Wait Bimbo, don't fuck her yet, she isn't ready," Stevie said suddenly. 
"Let's give her a little Spanish fly to make her really hot for our pricks . 
. . Charlie, go in the other room and get some booze." 

Suddenly Charlie was back with a bottle and Stevie took it and poured some 
into a glass, coming back to the bed. "Open your mouth baby," he directed. 
Angie didn't want to open her mouth, she didn't want Spanish Fly whatever it 
was, she didn't want any further humiliation of any kind. 

"Bimbo open her mouth," Stevie ordered and the dark boy twisted Angie's 
nipple so sharply that her mouth opened in horror. 

"Please, don't do that, it hurts, I'll take it, I'll take it," she sobbed, 
parting her lips just enough to drop the potent pill into it. Then she drank 
the liquor, feeling it burn all the way down into her stomach. Then she felt 
Stevie's warm flesh pressing against her side, his hand reaching out to cup 
her breast and then leaning down, he covered it with his hot mouth. His wet 
tongue rolled smoothly over the pulsing tip, toying with it, teasing it to 
hardness. At the same moment, Angie saw Charlie sit beside her and lean over 
her other exposed breast. His hands squeezing the creamy white mound, coning 
it between his fingers as he dropped his mouth and began to suck and nibble 
at the tight flesh. The two boys worked over her like artists playing a fine 
instrument, their hot wet tongues and teeth tickling and biting her swelling 
tits until she felt a sudden darting up and down her spine. Bimbo, the dark 
boy had begun to teasingly massage the soft curls of pubic hair surrounding 
her naked pussy, slowly but surely rubbing lower and lower down the 
sensitive vaginal lips which clenched tightly together to prevent any 
further invasion. But, in spite of her fear, she could feel her body 
involuntarily relaxing a little at a time, a light tingling sensation 
beginning to spread slowly out from her belly. 

Then he pressed his middle finger between the soft flaring ridges of 
hair-lined flesh and inserted it, pushing slowly inward until it was buried 
past the second knuckle. Angie's shame knew no bounds as his finger wormed 
around inside her open vagina uninhibited by the least resistance on her 
part. She could not fight, could not even scream, or her naked defenseless 
body would be submitted to more humiliation. She had no choice but to bear 
the wanton abuse of her body without a struggle. 

She was brokenhearted, Stevie was someone other than the boy she had thought 
he was, he was acting like a thug today and she hated him, despite the fact 
that he was turning her on sexually, she hated him for abusing her . . . and 
the Policewoman knew that she had made a fatal error when she had seduced 
him, a fatal error. 

Suddenly she felt a second finger enter her, spreading her, and then a third 
. . . My God, he was going to stretch her beyond repair. 

Then, something unexpected happened! 

A deep, indescribable electrifying shock shot through the frayed nerve-ends 
of her body like a thousand tiny pink pricks. Laughing red devils raced 
wickedly along the soft inner flesh of her thighs and her rounded buttocks 
began to grind desperately into the mattress to quench the searing hotness 
that licked deep in her cunt and scorched' her now hungrily pulsating, 
clitoris. She was suddenly out of control, helpless against the passion 
rising like a raging flood in her body. 

Bimbo continued to fuck her cunt with his fingers, sliding them in and out 
with more force as he sensed her body coming to life. The other two boys 
were still sucking her swollen tits, taking them more fully into their 
mouths as they also felt her responding to the combination of their caresses 
and the lewd, damning effects of the Spanish fly. It was as though a hidden 
switch had been levered on in her brain and down in her vagina.. . and now 
her senses were accelerating like a powerful engine that had been given a 
huge charge of fuel. 

"Hey, you guys, this delicious Police lady is getting real wet down here," 
Bimbo said. "Christ! she's gushing cunt juice like crazy! I'm gonna fuck the 
Goddamned whore . . . right now!" 

"Well, go ahead . . . put that big prick of yours in her and fuck the 
stuck-up-bitch. That's what she wants. Isn't it Policewoman Harrison, isn't 
that what you want?" Stevie taunted her. 

"God, please do it, I want it, I want it," Angie cried out desperately. 

"Do what. What do you want. Say it, come on Police woman Harrison, tell the 
boys what you want," Stevie growled grasping her tit even more tightly. 

"Fuck me, all of you.. . . Fuck me and suck me, nowwww!" Angie hissed 
through her teeth like a woman possessed. She hardly knew or cared what she 
was saying any longer, all she wanted now was to be degraded by these boys 
the way she knew she deserved to be degraded. She was a whore, she was a 
slut, she had taken advantage of a young boy in the line of her duty on the 
Police Force and now it was turning against her . . . she deserved to be 
punished. 

Suddenly Angie saw Bimbo through her drug-glazed eyes, she saw him raise his 
muscular buttocks over her up-turned loins and then crawl eagerly between 
her legs, still holding the thick, semen-oozing penis in one hand. The 
devils of fire pranced faster and faster around the moist, spread-open lips 
of her cunt as he guided the huge cock teasingly up to her moist waiting 
vaginal opening. Her eyes locked greedily on the huge, jerking cock jutting 
from the young boy's kneeling body above. Angie knew that he couldn't be 
more than eleven or twelve at the most and yet his cock was so huge. 
Forgotten now were her fears of humiliation, nothing else mattered now, not 
romance, not her broken heart, not her fears of losing her job on the Police 
Force, nothing mattered but the cavern of her belly that had to be filled, 
that had to be gorged and stuffed with fiery hot flesh. 

Even as her mind fought the sight of the young dark boy kneeling between the 
inviting whiteness of her thighs, her knees splayed wider and she jerked 
forward, thrusting her hips forward toward him. He pushed the monstrous, 
spreading head of his cock straight into her throbbing cunt, his stocky body 
smashing against her with a loud slap. He levered up, ramming his rod as far 
as it would go into the hungry wet pussy, his balls smacking heavily against 
her upturned ass. She strained helplessly against the ropes but they held, 
biting her wrists and ankles like demons and causing her teeth to gnash 
tightly together to drive back the pain of her tortured muscles. She wanted 
him deeper. She wanted to reach out and pull him deeper into her cock-hungry 
cunt but the ropes held her back. 

"Fuck harder, deeper!" she shrieked up at him in almost angry desperation. 
Wriggling forward on his knees, he grasped the cheeks of her buttocks and 
drove his great rod to the hilt. She jerked convulsively as the boy's weapon 
raced into her belly. With his every hard forward lunge now, his muscular 
loins drove her forward against the restraining hands and mouths of Stevie 
and Charlie as-they sucked and squeezed her throbbing tits. She felt as 
though she were being attacked by a giant savage gorilla who was spreading 
open her legs to the utmost, beyond tolerance, and driving mercilessly to 
the deepest point in her churning stomach with his tremendous, ever-growing 
cock. 

Suddenly she felt movement around her face and she could feel the mattress 
dropping behind her head as a heavy weight pressed down next to it. Next, 
insistent fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to force her mouth 
open, and she felt a spongy, wet surface being pushed against it. Jerking 
her eyes open, she saw, right in front of her face, a long cock with beads 
of bright clear semen seeping from it. Stevie, who could no longer take the 
sight of his newest mistress being fucked madly by his friend Bimbo, had sat 
back on the bed and edged up to her face. He had taken her head with one 
hand and was pulling it toward his loins. His legs were spread on both sides 
of her shoulders. Then, lifting her passion-wild face, he ran the head of 
his prick brutally into her mouth. She mumbled in confused terror and tried 
to shake away from the intruding penis. This had never happened to her 
before. Her husband Harry had never dreamed of doing such a thing, in fact 
she hadn't known that men and women could bring themselves to perform such 
perverse acts until she had witnessed her sister Tamara and her 
brother-in-law Jimmy performing their lewd sixty-nine in their bedroom. 

She remembered now how much Tamara had seemed to love sucking Jimmy's penis. 
Stevie's groans of ecstasy as he pushed harder against her barely parted 
velvet lips, excited her suddenly and she opened her mouth to allow his 
blazing cock to crush into the warm wet interior of her throat. She could 
feel the hugeness of it slithering up the length of her tongue and filling 
her mouth completely. He moved his other hand to her head and held her in a 
vice-like grip, his palms pressing hard against her ears. She thought she 
would burst from the sheer animal joy of being fucked in the mouth, her 
beloved Stevie's beautiful prick sawing in and out of her like a piston, its 
tip reaching far, far down into her throat. My God, it was bliss, pure 
heaven! She was sucking a cock and being fucked like a whore in her seething 
wet cunt at the same time. Suddenly she was loving it, she didn't care if 
she was a Policewoman, or if it was wrong and evil of her to be allowing 
these boys to fuck her, she loved it, every goddamned moment of it. 
Meanwhile Charlie was still sucking and biting her tit while reaching across 
her to knead the other pulsing white mound. But she wanted, had to have 
more! She wanted all three cocks inside her at once, fucking into her 
writhing body like tireless fucking machines. The aphrodisiac Stevie had 
given her was taking its toll on her senses, driving her to greater and 
greater heights of erotic need. There was only one place left! 

"My ass, fuck me in my ass too!" she screamed out her body overcoming her 
mind, as she tore her mouth loose from Stevie's boy-cock for a moment, then 
turned back to swallow it again and suck with renewed fervor. 

"Yes, let me fuck in the ass . . . that's what she wants," Charlie panted. 

"No, wait, your turn is coming Charlie," Stevie panted, his beautiful young 
face contorting and covered with sweat as -he thrust his loins forward to 
drive deeper into the tender shelter of her mouth. Her ravishment continued 
on and on at both ends of her tied and ravaged body as the lust-wild Charlie 
cupped and tore wildly at her breasts with his teeth. The outrageous 
debasement and subjugation brought weirder and wilder sensations of 
masochistic pleasure flooding through her helpless body. She felt as though 
she could go on like this forever, fucking and feeling the exquisite 
pleasure-pain being dealt her by the three virile boys working furiously 
over her body. 

Below her, Bimbo could feel himself building toward the peak of his 
excitement. He knew the end would soon be coming and began to fuck faster 
into her, harder and with longer strokes, battering mercilessly against the 
cervix deep in her drenched vagina. His hands gripped her waist hard, 
squeezing the soft, taut flesh into random ridges and tiny hillocks beneath 
his fingers. His lips bared back fiercely against his teeth and his breath 
came in short violent blasts that cracked obscenely through the pale light 
of the bedroom. He stared at the voluptuous bucking torso and bobbing head. 
The contrast of Stevie's long cock ramming into the smooth whiteness of her 
woman's face, shot flashes of almost unbearable sensation through his groin. 
He tore at her tender buttocks, stretching the twin moons as wide apart as 
he could and watched his own thundering pole disappearing into the moist 
pink flanges of her pussy with a crazy spastic rhythm. 

"Goddamn, Christ!" he snarled. "Oh Jesus fucking Christ!" 

He screwed like a demon as he watched her thinly stretched lips clasping and 
unclasping around Stevie's lurching cock. Then the dark boy turned to watch 
Charlie kneeling over her full firm tits as he sucked and clawed at them 
like a starved animal working at two milky white pieces of meat. 

Angie's warm breath was labored and the saliva in her mouth flowed ever more 
thickly. It was sticky with the small emissions of lubricating fluid that 
seeped steadily from the end of Stevie's plunging prick. She could feel his 
hips straining and pumping above her head as though he were in the last 
agonizing throes of death. His long sensuous fingers were wound tightly in 
her hair, pulling her mouth up and down over the length of his thrusting 
fleshy pole as if it were another vagina into which he was fucking the full 
fury of his youthful cock. She could feel the instrument stretching 
expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left, and she moaned 
pitifully around it as it slammed forward almost down to her tonsils and 
seemed to be trying to meet the other rock-hard cock skewering into her 
belly from below. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her 
life, yet sucked with her mouth and gyrated her cunt like a tigress gone 
insane. 

At last Stevie jerked suddenly as though he had been jabbed by a sharp 
lance, and drove his hips up to smash into her face, sinking every last inch 
of his thick cock deep down into her gasping throat. She struggled to catch 
her breath but it was useless, for just then his penis erupted in the soft 
warm cavern of her sucking mouth and unintelligible sounds of profanity 
escaped his lips. His thick sticky semen squirted into her mouth like a rush 
of boiling water raging through a small culvert, and she sucked and 
swallowed over and over, her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time 
from the force of the dam of never ending sperm bursting into her 
desperately working throat. 

He seemed to cum forever, her mouth filling to overflowing with the pungent 
wet sperm, and then the penis jerked a long, last jerk and began to soften 
on her madly swirling tongue. Her senses were completely lost and she was 
hardly aware of it when finally Stevie pulled his still oozing staff of 
flesh from between her aching lips. Tiny creamy streams of liquid ran from 
her mouth, down her chin, and finally onto her slender neck and shoulders. 
The exhausted boy sighed heavily and released her head, falling back on the 
bed to regain his breath. 

"Aaaaaah, Jesus, I'm cummmmmming, I'm cummmmmmmming!" Bimbo yelled as he 
swept Angie's thighs and buttocks wider in one last cunt-crushing lunge, 
shoving his massive rod all the way into her belly, beginning to spew his 
hot burning liquid far up inside her widely stretched cuntal channel. She 
thrust crazily upward as the first series of her own orgasm took command of 
her tormented body, matching pulse for pulse the rush of hot white cum 
flooding into her and filling the furthermost depths of her womb. She 
screamed and shook spasmodically as the great waves of their mutual cumming 
coursed through her with the power of a thousand bolts of high voltage 
electricity. 

She felt several last convulsive spasms of movement from Bimbo's pelvis 
against the soft plane of her buttocks as he emptied the dregs of his balls 
into her and then slowly withdrew his flaccid glistening penis from her 
cunt. The swollen lips sucked and finally, reluctantly let go of him with a 
wet slurping sound as the head pulled out and fell between his legs, 
trailing a gleaming string of sperm that was still clinging to her cunt 
lips. He fell over one of her thighs, his eyes rolling back in his head. 

"I want more, I want more cock," the insatiable woman moaned, begging to 
anyone who would listen. The Spanish fly's effect had not yet waned and 
there was still a burning, hungry feeling in her clitoris and along the 
brutalized cuntal walls. She squirmed lewdly in her bonds, arching her back 
to press her tits into Charlie's hands and mouth. The sperm of Stevie and 
Bimbo still running from her chin and down into the soaked crevice of her 
ass. 

"I want to fuck her in the ass now," Charlie groaned as he loosened the 
knotted ropes binding her outstretched wrists. Suddenly the Policewoman felt 
her body freed, then almost immediately she was being rolled over and pulled 
into the doggie position. Through the haze of passion she felt Charlie's 
hands prying open her buttocks, drawing the satiny cheeks apart. At first 
she tensed them together out of fear and involuntary reaction, but the 
pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist split was too much. They were 
parted wide until her anus was fully exposed to Charlie's view. She could 
feel the tip of his finger inch up to her naked asshole and probe far a 
moment on the outer perimeter of the small elastic circle, then shoving 
forward sinking the digit with a sudden jerk past the first knuckle. 
Policewoman Harrison winced from the unexpected intrusion and yet the 
discomfort was not as great as she expected. She relaxed slightly, until 
without warning, she felt the extra pressure of another finger slip 
unexpectedly in alongside the first. 

Tears of shame and pain ran from her cheeks as the realization came to her 
that soon the boy would actually insert his long throbbing penis fully in 
her virgin rectum in an unnatural act of lust that she had hardly known 
existed. She did not remember her pleading, instinctive cries of someone to 
fuck her there while the other boys were sawing in and out of her mouth and 
cunt.. . . But now, this was the ultimate humiliation and surrender, one she 
submitted to even though her hands and legs were no longer hampered by the 
cruel ropes. Oh God, how could she ever face the world again after this 
horrible debasement, but she had to have cock in her, anywhere, no matter 
how perverse the act might be. 

Then Charlie planted the palm of his sweating hand on the small of her back 
and pressed down hard, mashing her breasts into the mattress as he dug into 
her rectum with the fingers of his other hand, expanding it mercilessly, 
twisting and probing in preparation for the approaching assault of his stiff 
member. Suddenly, he withdrew the fingers and forced her legs wider with his 
knees, leaning his head down to lick wetly at her anus, lubricating the tiny 
hole in eager preparation. . . . Her buttocks were high in the air, waving 
shamelessly as if in open invitation to the perverted use of her that was 
about to begin. She was spread wide and was helplessly at his mercy as he 
pulled roughly at her hips and impressed his pulsing cock in the naked 
crevice of her behind. She jumped in surprise at the first shocking contact 
with his sex organ. Good God, it was huge, much too large to take into her 
unused rectum! She had not expected that the boy would be so incredibly 
endowed. She rocked forward again in an attempt to move away from him. 

"Stevie, Bimbo, hold her for me," Charlie shouted at the now revived boys 
who were watching the Policewoman about to be sodomized. They sprang to 
action and seized her by the shoulders, pinning her upper body flat to the 
bed. She could not possibly move. Charlie's hand ran over her buttocks and 
settled her into perfect position. Then, she felt a nudging that was soft 
and rubbery at first and then became harder as he pressed forward. She 
shuddered and leaped against the restraining hands of the two boys pinioning 
her shoulders as she felt the tight, resisting ring of her anus give way 
before the unyielding pressure, the smooth rubbery head of Charlie's cock 
popped inside her with a sudden pop. 

"She's tight! Watch her," Charlie puffed from behind while his friends 
prevented her from moving away. She shrieked and groaned again but her pleas 
went unheeded. There was no way to avoid this depraved attack on her, no 
way. The blunt invasion of his prick vibrated through every inch of her 
body, pushing the tender rubbery flesh inside her rectum in rippling waves 
of pain before it. It was as though she were being impaled by a mammoth oak 
tree and she cried in helpless submission until at last she felt the 
coarseness of his pubic hair brush against the softness of her backside. 

Charlie mouthed obscenities as he ground into her, sawing sadistically into 
the never-before-entered depths of her back passage. His ramming cock pulled 
tiny ridges of her pink, elastic flesh out with the base of his prick as it 
withdrew for another vicious lunge into her. She was dimly aware of a 
lessening in the pain and began slowly to move backward to meet his thrusts, 
undulating her hips and swinging her buttocks in short rotating circles. She 
was like a slave kneeling before this adolescent animal, serving his needs 
and beginning to enjoy it more and more. She writhed and churned her body 
beneath him, sensing the approach of the frustrated boy's climax as well as 
the undeniable sensations of pleasure mounting in her own bucking loins. She 
began to fuck savagely back against him, swallowing the expanding cock up to 
his pounding balls with every backward movement. It was heaven again, oh God 
yes, it was beautiful and she sensed another barrage or orgasm starting to 
flutter through her nerves. 

Charlie seemed aware of her sudden frantic need and stroked down even faster 
into her, hard and deep, gripping her round white ass with his fingers, 
pulling with all his strength to draw her back over his throbbing penis like 
slipping a warm buttery sleeve over a thick invading arm. 

"Oooooooooh, aaaaaahhhh!" she moaned as her climax tore through her in one 
eternal soaring feeling, as though at that moment she had been released from 
heavy chains. She felt Charlie's hot cum gushing into her rectum, filling 
the back passage to the brimming point. He cursed and fell over her body 
with a weight that crushed her to the bed. 

The ravaged Policewoman felt the boy's deflating prick slowly slip out of 
her brutalized asshole with a plop. She felt a sudden tremor course through 
her body and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she had been 
humiliated beyond all comprehension. 

"Wow man, I wonder if all Policewoman are like this one," whistled Charlie 
to himself, grinning lewdly at her still kneeling body. 

"I bet the Inspector would like to hear about it," smiled Stevie 
sadistically. "You know guys, Policewoman Harrison is supposed to be keeping 
a motherly eye on me-how do you think she's doing so far?" 

"I'd say great," the two other boys echoed. 

"Please Stevie, don't hurt me anymore, please," begged Angie, realizing 
fully for the first time the fragility of her existence lay upon these ten 
year old boys. How could she have been so blind and stupid, how could her 
lust and depraved body have carried her this far into sensuality. Why hadn't 
she left well enough alone the first time she had seen Stevie. Why had she 
had to have him-what blind instinct had led her to seduce a ten year old boy 
. . . and then suddenly, almost as if the curtains were being drawn back 
from her memory bank, the Policewoman remembered her first love, her very 
first boyfriend-little Danny Selston who had been drowned in the River 
Trenton when he was only ten . . . yes, that was it, they were both ten at 
the time. She remembered now how she felt when her little boyfriend's body 
had been found, the unconsolable sense of loss that had filled her. Stevie 
was Danny almost to the tee-why hadn't she realized it before. That was why 
I was drawn to him so blindly, she thought-but now, how do I explain it to 
anyone. How can I ever tell anyone-but what will happen if I'm caught. . . . 
I'll probably be sent to jail for seducing minors, no-one will ever believe 
they raped me. Oh my God! what am I going to do? 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The rest of the week passed in a blur for Policewoman Harrison, she 
carefully avoided her apartment and spent almost every evening with her 
sister Tamara. 

Tamara was well aware that something was troubling her sister but she didn't 
think it was the right time to talk with her about it. She was still curious 
as to the identity of the man she had. heard Angie fucking the night she and 
Jimmy had come over to her apartment but she refrained from asking her too 
many questions. 

Jimmy was down at the cottage in Laguna but Tamara had been so worried about 
Angie that she had begged Jimmy to go alone. Needing a little solitude 
himself, Jimmy had agreed, telling his wife laughingly that she'd better be 
prepared to make up for her absence on the weekend when she came down to the 
cottage. The Bernsteins's had planned a big party on Saturday night and 
Tamara was really keen to have Angie come. She had invited one or two men 
that she thought her sister would like, she so much wanted to bring her out 
of her present depression. 

Tamara hoped that the nature of the party wouldn't upset Angie too much 
either. The Bernstein's parties usually turned into orgies, they liked them 
that way but it was a side of their lives that they hadn't shared with Angie 
before. They were both afraid to do it and anxious at the same time, 
especially Jimmy who was dying to fuck his beautiful sister-in-law. He knew 
that Tamara wouldn't mind, she would be fucking somebody else anyway.. . he 
just couldn't wait! 

* * * 

The anguished Policewoman was at this point almost at the end of her tether. 
She knew that she would have to leave Venice Beach, it was too small of a 
community for her to exist in. Some gossip would eventually begin to 
infiltrate the area and she would be forced to leave anyway and she wanted 
to do it before it all began to grow sordid and hateful. 

Her heart was broken. Silly though it was she had lost her heart to young 
Stevie and when he had turned on her that way at the beginning of the week, 
it had totally blown her mind. She still couldn't understand why he had to 
humiliate her that way, it was obviously some kind of a power trip and yet 
she was really hurt deeply inside. She knew that he was only a ten year old 
boy and that she shouldn't have become involved with him in the first place, 
but all that was rather irrelevant at this point, she had seduced him and 
opened herself up for the further humiliation she received at his hands. 

Also the girl she had seen him with, she hadn't even been able to talk to 
him about her and -that had been torturing her all week long. She had 
avoided Stevie and yet she had tortured herself constantly that she was 
sending him directly into the other girl's arms. Oh God! I'm so stupid to be 
hung up on a ten year old boy, what's wrong with me, she sobbed over and 
over again to herself but she could find no answer to satisfy herself. 

She wondered if she should even go to her. sister's party. She didn't feel 
well enough to really see a lot of new people and going to a party meant 
that she would have to go back to her apartment-yet she knew that she would 
have to do that sooner or later anyway! She was in mental anguish . . . what 
should she do? 

Finally, she confronted the fact that she would have to return home and she 
did so immediately. She was relieved to find that Stevie wasn't hanging 
around outside the building and letting herself into her apartment, she 
breathed a huge sigh of relief. She spent the day in her home, relaxing and 
watching the television and decided not to go to the party. Just at the 
moment she made the decision however, her sister called and insisted that 
she come and so Angie agreed. 

She dressed and was just about to leave her apartment and head for Laguna 
when Stevie and the sluttish girl she had seen him with a few days earlier 
forced their way into her apartment. 

"Where are you going all dressed up," Stevie taunted her, "I've brought a 
friend over for you to meet!" 

Angie was stunned as she looked at Stevie's friend, she was the most 
outrageously looking whorish woman she had ever seen, she was wearing yet 
another mini skirt that showed everything, her panties the crack in her ass 
when she bent over, her long legs were bare and she wore the same high 
platform heeled shoes. Her hair was ratted and wild looking and she wore an 
enormous amount of make-up. 

"I don't think the lady likes me, Stevie," the whorish girl said at last. 

"She'd better, she's going to see a lot of you," Stevie grinned lewdly, 
"You're my woman baby." 

The distraught policewoman winced when she heard her lover refer to the 
other girl as his woman, she felt as if he had put a knife into her heart 
and twisted it. Nothing seemed to matter any longer, she had made a fool out 
of herself that was certain. 

"I'm . . . well, I'm going out," Angie said firmly. 

"Where," shot Stevie. 

"To my sister's for a party," Angie said, then bit her tongue for having 
told him anything personal. 

"Okay baby, me and Rita are coming too," Stevie commanded. 

"Oh no," Angie said quickly and before she realized what was happening, 
Stevie had her arm twisted behind her back and was pressing it up towards 
her head causing a deep searing pain to sweep through her body. 

"I said we're coming with you," he sneered and twisted her arm once again 
just to make sure he meant trouble. 

Angie started to sob now in earnest, she could hardly believe that her young 
lover was treating her this way, oh God! she loved him so much, it was 
ridiculous but she had to admit to herself that her knees buckled every time 
she looked at him . . . despite the fact that he obviously had another 
girlfriend she knew that she could deny him nothing. 

She nodded mutely and leaving her apartment led the other couple to her car. 
I wonder what my sister will say, she pondered, hardly even fully aware of 
what a strange sight the three of them made, a boy, a whore and a 
policewoman-off duty but nonetheless a policewoman. 

* * * 

It took Angie a little time to find the house but the party was already in 
full swing when they arrived. The house was right on the beach and Tamara 
had strung Chinese lanterns everywhere but she hardly needed them, the moon 
was so bright on the ocean, it reflected everything quite clearly. The 
moment she arrived and Tamara set eyes on her guests she whisked Angie away 
into the house and thrusting her into a bedroom, exploded. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing Angie, bringing that boy and that 
tramp here," she fumed, clenching and unclenching her fists. 

"Is she a whore?" Angie asked innocently. 

"Is she a whore, you'll see. I know Jimmy's had her a couple of times but he 
swore off her because I got so pissed but to bring her to my party. I'm 
flipped Angie, what's come over you and how old is that boy anyway, 
fifteen." 

"Ten!" 

"What-you bring a ten year old boy to my party, oh my God, I'm ruined," 
Tamara groaned. 

"What do you mean Tamara?" 

"Just you wait and see what kind of parties Jimmy and I throw my dear, 
that's all. Anyway how do you know these creeps." 

"I.. . well, I.. . " stammered Angie her face blushing a dozen shades of 
red. 

"Oh my God, I don't believe it," Tamara said suddenly, covering her mouth 
with her hands, "I know, it's the one you were making love to the day Jimmy 
and I stopped by. Oh My God Angie, you've been fucking a ten year old 
boy-what's come over you." 

"I don't know Tamara, I know it's crazy but I love him and now he's with 
this whore, I'm flipped." 

"You're flipped-guess what-I'm beyond flipped," Tamara said, holding her 
sister to give her a little comfort. "Oh well, the deeds done, make the most 
of it but I'll tell you one thing, that little ten year old lover of yours 
pimps for that whore, Pinky knows that and lots of other people in the 
neighborhood know it also." 

"He pimps!" 

"Sure, just you watch him in action tonight baby, he'll make himself some 
bread at this party, believe me. Only hope the cops don't come-we'd better 
keep the noise down." 

Angie was shocked, life was so different out in California, since Harry died 
she had been finding out that life was quite different than she had thought 
it was. 

"Come on sis, let's go out to the party and hope for the best, chin up baby, 
you're growing up at long last, I guess it took this ten year old punk to do 
it for you." 

"Thanks sis," Angie said gratefully hugging her sister closely. 

"Well Angie, one thing for sure, don't you think you'd better leave the 
Police Force, if you have this thing for little boys you're going to get 
killed if they ever find out." 

"I know Tamara, I'm resigning on Monday and I thought I'd take a little 
vacation, maybe go to Mexico or somewhere for a while, I've got to get away 
from Stevie, he's dangerous for me." 

"Beats me how a punk kid like that could be dangerous, he must be a good 
fuck though, eh," she grinned lewdly. 

"Tamara!" Angie said, her eyes opening wide at her sister's lewd language. 

"Listen little baby sister, you'd better prepare yourself, you haven't heard 
anything yet. I told you Jimmy and I give wild parties." 

When Angie re-entered the party .she looked desperately around for Stevie 
but she couldn't see him, she couldn't see Rita either and she groaned 
inwardly knowing that they were probably on the beach somewhere making out. 

Her brother-in-law Jimmy came over to her at the moment however with a glass 
of champagne in his hand, "ah, my beautiful sister-in-law," he grinned, 
"here take this, and oh, by the way, how did you latch onto Rita, she's the 
town whore you know. Tamara's probably flipped that you brought her here." 

"She is, I didn't know Jimmy, I swear." 

"Oh, it's alright, it's just that I made out with her a couple of times and 
Tamara got mad." 

"I should think so." 

"Not necessarily, we don't have a conventional marriage as you are about to 
see," he grinned, moving back into the mainstream of the party, calling over 
his shoulder for her to enjoy herself and to socialize. 

The moment Jimmy left, a man in his middle thirties came up to her, he 
looked rather like an accountant or something to Angie and she took an 
instant dislike to him. 

"Hell, you must be Angie, you and Tamara look quite alike. I'm Rod Fellows." 

"Hello Rod, yes I'm Angie," the distraught Policewoman said without much 
enthusiasm. 

"I must say, you look like the most unlikely candidate for a policewoman 
that I've ever seen," he grinned. 

"Oh really," Angie replied, purposefully not giving the prying man any 
energy at all, hoping secretly that he would move away quickly. Suddenly she 
saw Stevie across the room, he was smiling at her and calling her over to 
him. 

"Oh excuse me, I have to talk to a friend," she said quickly dismissing the 
boring man and moving over to her young lover. 

Stevie took her hand and pulled her outside into the garden, underneath the 
private shade of a tree. Suddenly he plunged his mouth down on hers and held 
her in a long and passionate kiss. Angie's senses were whirling, she knew 
that she should dismiss Stevie for his outrageous behavior both tonight and 
earlier in the week but she was totally unable to chastise him. He was in 
control of her and she knew it, if she didn't know better she might have 
thought he was using some kind of black magic on her, so hypnotized did she 
feel by him, so completely at his mercy. 

"Please believe me Angie when I tell you that Rita is not my woman the way 
you are. I only said that earlier to make you angry because you have been 
avoiding me all week long." 

"Oh Stevie," the captivated older woman groaned as she felt her ten year old 
lover's arms around her. She felt her hips thrust against his body and she 
began to melt into a hot pool of seething desire. She was his, she knew it, 
he seemed to own her body and soul, she was powerless to leave him and yet 
she knew the truth about him and yet she knew she couldn't refuse anything 
he would ask of her . . . she was completely at his mercy . . . it was 
ludicrous to be at the mercy of a mere boy, but it was true. 

"Listen Angie, will you do anything I ask," he said almost as if he was 
reading her thoughts. 

"Anything, anything," she groaned feeling his beautiful cock pushing against 
her anxious and hungry body. 

"Come this way then," he commanded, leading her into the bedroom Tamara had 
talked to her earlier in. 

"Take off your clothes Angie," he commanded and she heard him unzipping his 
trousers and slipping them off hurriedly. The wanton Policewoman was totally 
out of control now, her lover wanted her.. . oh God! he wanted her. Her 
nipples were singing for joy as she pulled off her dress in preparation for 
her darling boy-lover and she knew that nothing mattered now, not her job on 
the Police Force, not public opinion, not the whore, nothing and no-one 
mattered, all she wanted was to be with him, her darling boy-lover, the one 
who satisfied her like Harry had never been able to satisfy her in the six 
years they were married. 

Slowly and tenderly she felt her boy-lover place his hands on her shoulders 
and forced her carefully to sit on the edge of the bed, his fingers exerting 
only the gentlest pressure on her naked flesh. Then he moved his hands 
behind her head and pulled her toward him so that her face and mouth were 
poised directly in front of the throbbing head of his erect penis. He eased 
forward a little, his bare buttocks clenching until the top of his long cock 
was pressed softly between her slightly open lips. He sighed as he felt the 
smooth lip stick painted surface brush gently against the extra-sensitive 
skin of the glans her lips closing at the first touch . . . but no words of 
protest came. Instead, her mouth opened and moved forward without urging 
from him. 

She started to roll her tongue around the swollen head, little by little 
engulfing the shaft until she began to suck him with a wet, nibbling 
pressure. He could tell that she was enjoying it, was setting about it as 
though she had done this many times before and all the hunger burning deep 
in her cunt was now concentrated in one intense sucking sensation in her 
mouth. 

Suddenly she felt him pull away from her and shuffle backwards in the 
darkness. "Stevie, darling, where are you?" she called out softly. Then she 
felt hands seize her head again and a stiff, pulsing cock-head pressed 
urgently against her still-parted lips. The hot, semen wet prick lurched 
forward, burying itself savagely in her tender throat, and she groaned 
around it, her head flailing to escape the intruding instrument that she 
knew now was not Stevie's. 

"Suck my cock, you fucking whore," she heard Rod Fellows laughed sneeringly 
above her as he flexed his loins and rammed further into her with his thick 
rod. He wanted her to make him cum in her mouth so that she would have to 
swallow it and know that he dominated her even though it had cost him good 
money for this. He had given Stevie twenty-five dollars to have Angie. He 
had wanted her from the moment he had laid eyes on her and when the boy had 
offered to sell her, it had only been a matter of timing and organization. 
Rod Fellows didn't ask questions, he just paid his money and took what he 
wanted! and this time it was the sexy Policewoman that had taken his 
imagine. 

Angie struggled uselessly to prevent the stranger from using her in such a 
degrading manner, but he was much too strong for her. The light in the room 
began to open up now and she saw his obscene staff of thick flesh she was 
sucking against her will. He watched wild-eyed from above as his hard 
glistening cock disappeared between her clasping lips, bloating and 
hollowing her cheeks with his very thrust. He could feel all of himself, 
every nerve in his body pulsating and throbbing between her lips and into 
the moist cavity and hotness of her saliva wet mouth. His loins were growing 
hotter and hotter and he was sweating between his legs, but still she sucked 
gradually beginning to bury her face in his pubic hair as her own 
involuntarily rising excitement began to mount and spur her on. The harsh 
pressure building in his testicles, as she worked furiously now at sucking 
him to completion, was excruciating and almost unbearable. He felt his cock 
start to inflate and attain a hugeness that it had never had before. 

Then, like a shock, his loins began to jerk and spasm his hot thick sperm 
beginning to flow like a river from his aching balls and out the end of his 
lunging prick. He gripped her head more tightly between his hands and shoved 
his cock deep in her throat. He heard her groan beneath him as the first 
needle-thin spurt of hot, slippery liquid flooded into the back of her 
mouth, filling the abused cavity and stretching her cheeks until they almost 
burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep 
from choking on the white sticky semen as he emptied his big balls into her. 

Rod Fellows body writhed and quivered as he felt the last of his cum being 
drained from his jerking penis. He was momentarily exhausted and had to 
brace himself by tangling his hands in her long blonde hair. She continued 
to suck gently, rubbing her soft white thighs tightly together, as he 
watched with delight the tiny thin trails of his white cum running down the 
corners of her mouth and onto the lush swell of her firm breasts. 

"Was she good," Angie heard Stevie say from the darkness and suddenly she 
realized that Stevie, her lover, her darling boy lover had actually sold her 
to Fellows. She was a whore, she had been used, her mouth had been paid for 
its ministrations . . . she could hardly believe it and yet she knew that it 
was true . . . she was a whore! 

Suddenly the door flew open and the slut Rita was standing in the doorway, 
"there you are you naughty boy, she grinned lewdly at Stevie, "come and see 
what's happening, this is a fabulous party baby, I'm so glad we came." 

Stevie hurried out of the room without a backward glance at the distraught 
Angie, Rod Fellows too, hastily buttoned up his fly and left the bedroom. 
Angie was alone with her shame and her pain but not for long, she had to 
know what was happening. 

The sight that met her eyes when she re-entered the living room almost 
totally blew her mind. There was her brother-in-law Jimmy lying totally 
naked with another beautiful girl, whose name she remembered when she was 
introduced to her as Anita Hancock. Anita was giggling drunkenly as she 
finished a large snifter glass of brandy, she was obviously tipsy and her 
small pert breasts rose and fell with the sexual excitement she was feeling. 
Then Jimmy took the glass from her hand as he gently fondled a breast and 
traced a teasing path with his fingers down her belly and along the tops of 
her luxurious white thighs. The magnificence of her pale white skin and 
flaming red hair glowed out of the dim light with arresting quickness. 

Angie looked around for her sister Tamara but she couldn't find her, I 
wonder if she's off somewhere else with another man, she pondered, 
remembering her sister's laughing reference to "our kind of parties". Was 
this what she had meant-they had orgies? 

She watched as Jimmy placed his hands on the woman's thighs, gently urging 
them apart and dropping his head to kiss the crisp red pubic hair with his 
feverish lips. His tongue suddenly darted forward, lizard-like into the 
moist, tight slit of her open vagina, and he clamped his sweating palms 
against the soft insides of her legs, spreading them wider as Anita's eyes 
opened wider as well, the first sign of fright registering on her lovely 
face. He was now crouching down on all fours between her parted thighs, the 
pink wet flesh of her naked vagina presented up to him in open sacrifice. 
She lay twitching on the floor, watching his tongue flicking back and forth 
and between the moist fleshy flanges of her cunt. 

Good grief, thought Angie wildly, where are people's morals, is nothing 
sacred. She had been whored, sodomized and forced to suck a complete 
stranger's cock and now she was watching her brother-in-law orally 
assaulting the wife of another man . . . it was all too much! 

Jimmy's mouth was now locked "solidly on Anita's steaming cunt, his mouth 
and tongue working furiously at the wide-spread passage with obscene sucking 
noises that filled the otherwise quiet room and burned tormentingly in 
Angie's ears. He was burying his hot tongue into Anita as far as it would 
go, rolling it madly on the tender, juicy pussy walls with an expertness 
that sent her soaring out, out, almost to the point of unconsciousness. 

It was then that Angie noticed the tall, handsome figure of Anita's husband 
Barry. His face was livid with anger as he watched his wife being sucked and 
tongued out of her mind by the good-looking Jimmy. But strangest of all, 
there was something else in his expression almost an excited curiosity as he 
observed the couple engaged in their lewd performance. His deep brown eyes 
seemed actually to burn with arousal and Angie thought she saw a bulge 
rising in the handsome man's pants. There was no doubt about his wife's lack 
of awareness that he was standing there . . . and now Angie could not help 
but wonder how long he had been watching the pair. 

"Oh Jimmy, keep it up, please keep it up," moaned Anita deep in her throat 
and Jimmy sucked and nibbled like an animal at her pulsing hair-lined pussy. 
Suddenly he lowered his head even further and darted the tip of his artful 
tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled below the 
glistening lips of her cunt. The unexpected tingling contact with the soft 
rubbery opening brought a long low moan of pleasure from her and she 
clenched her eyes tightly shut as the delicious feeling raced headlong 
throughout her body. She moaned again as tiny goose-bumps rippled across her 
quivering stomach and small firm tits. Her buttocks hunched forward and 
involuntarily, hard into Jimmy's face to derive as much benefit as possible 
from his darting tongue which was sending blissful sensation after blissful 
sensation along her raw nerve-ends and causing every inch of her body and 
soul to squirm in rapturous ecstasy. 

God, what a hot unplundered little bitch Jimmy thought, burrowing his mouth 
more firmly into the crevice of the enraptured woman's ass. He had never 
sucked a cunt or rimmed a woman's asshole and had her respond so crazily, as 
though she was going to explode any moment. He could feel her hands curling 
down into his hair and hear her mindless cries of pleasure. He knew she felt 
nothing but the glorious penetration of his tongue piercing and ravaging her 
rectum like a hot small poker. He could feel his own passion building higher 
as the crisp silky hairs around her cunt grazed tantalizingly against the 
tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her buttocks in a 
steady hypnotic motion hungrily against his face. 

"Rita, now go to him," Stevie whispered under his breath to the ripe little 
slut, his eyes fixed on Barry Hancock. 

Angie started as she heard her lover command the whore to comfort the 
anguished husband. 

"Mr. Hancock," purred Anita, "wouldn't you like to have a little fun with me 
. . . I am as good as your wife," Anita said seductively to the attractive 
man, her voice furry and moist, blurring the edges of the words. She reached 
out to rub the bulge in the front of his pants, slowly and tantalizingly, 
licking her red lips as her gaze fell to his loins. At first Barry Hancock 
didn't know what to say, this was the first time that he and his wife had 
been to this kind of a party, they had made love with other people before 
but never in a party situation . . . but he was game . . . besides Anita was 
getting her fun, why shouldn't he? 

His eyes feasted now on the full breasts of the wild looking girl who had 
just moved up to him, she looked like a whore, but what did he care of this 
moment. His cock was aching to plunge into a tight little pussy and hers was 
just as good as anybody elses. 

"Hey wait a moment," Rod Fellows yelled, "I paid for that bitch, I want her 
now." 

"You will have her," murmured Stevie quietly into her ear, "she has enough 
for everyone, Rita never tires, don't worry my friend." 

Angie felt angry and humiliated but she noticed that no-one else seemed to 
care. All they care about is getting fucked, no-one seems to have any shame, 
she thought to herself wildly. I must get out of this town, I really must 
before I'm as corrupted as they are. Angie turned to attention however to 
the whore Rita and Barry Hancock as they lay down on the carpet next to her 
brother-in-law Jimmy and Anita Hancock. Barry Hancock took off his belt as 
Rita wriggled the rest of the way out of her purple dress. She stood there, 
proudly displaying her pink-tipped, vibrant breasts and looking naughtily at 
her lover as she temptingly lowered her panties down over her hips. When the 
bikini panties were at her ankles, she kicked them off and stood defiantly 
in front of the man with her feet placed a foot or so apart, smiling 
shamelessly as she saw his gaze hungrily devour the dark patch of hair at 
her pubic vee. Barry Hancock dropped to the floor now and Rita followed him, 
her arms pulling him on top of her almost immediately, her hand searching 
down between them, finding his firm throbbing prick and guiding it between 
the wet ready lips of her cunt. She groaned up at him, her eyes shiny with 
desire, her hips already moving up to meet him. Barry eased his hips 
forward, not wanting to cause her too much pain with his initial thrust, but 
the mouth of her eager pussy seemed to reach for his cock as though it were 
starved, and suddenly he slipped into her with a possessive rush, the lack 
of any hymen or tight resistance amazing him. 

His swollen prick drove up into her, not too easily at first, but without 
real difficulty. He could feel the solid flesh of his penis traveling along 
her cunt-walls, expanding them, making the gorgeous child-whore mutter a 
breathless obscenity. He stroked into her until their pelvic flesh slapped 
resoundingly together, their loins arching to sink the long cock deeper, 
deeper until at last his balls smacked into the split area of her rounded 
ass-cheeks. She moaned incessantly, her nails digging into the flesh of his 
back until thin lines of blood were visible. 

"Hurry, stick your finger in my asshole," she hissed through her teeth. 
Barry reached out under her to part the soft spreading moons of her 
buttocks, found the rubbery elastic hole and dug into her up to the first 
knuckle. 

"Yessss, deeper, deeper," she cried screwing back her rectum to sink the 
man's finger even deeper in the snug spongy passage. His cock was a 
rampaging arm of pleasure in her experienced young cunt, sawing in and out, 
in and out, as he rotated his finger far up in her ass. Occasionally, he 
glanced over at his wife, who was now bent double and had her fingers 
tangled in Jimmy's hair, pulling him harder and more frantically into her 
buttocks. It was driving Angie insane, watching them fuck and suck, those 
big stiff rods so close and tempting. God, she ached to have someone ram a 
hard prick up into her belly and squeezing her large, passion-flushed tits. 

"Ooooooooli, nooooowww!" Anita screamed as her climax tore thrillingly 
through every inch of her being, possessing her, blanking out her mind, 
causing her firm agile young ass to jerk and pound against the maddening 
hotness of Jimmy's throbbing tongue. "Eeeaaahhh!" Gradually, like a clock 
unwinding, her peak declined and left her trembling weakly while Jimmy 
raised his cunt-soaked mouth and gasped for air over her heaving stomach. 

Still, Barry Hancock lunged lewdly into the whore Rita's voraciously sucking 
cunt, his hands now clutching both of her high white breasts, pressing the 
pebble-hard tips of the cones into his palms. The young girl's body twitched 
and writhed in uncontrolled abandon, jerking upward to meet each thrust of 
the fiery pole of flesh sunk deep in her belly. Her lovely face was 
contorted with passion as cries of ecstasy escaped her tightly-clenched 
teeth. 

"Yessss, harder. Fuck harder," Rita gasped joyfully as Barry Hancock 
strained his cock into her with all the strength of his muscular hips and 
thighs. The smooth velvet folds of her vagina squeezed around his rigid 
column and she moaned incoherently, her body involuntarily reacting to the 
thrilling impalement by his hard throbbing cock. She was approaching orgasm 
and her body had become something animal, no longer human as she twisted and 
bucked, spreading her legs wide apart and then drawing them to her 
shoulders, spurring him on as her heels pounded into his buttocks. Her head 
rolled in a frenzy from side to side, her mouth opening and closing, as she 
struggled for breath to fuel her exertions. 

Angie watched spell-bound, deep guttural noises coming from her chest, 
slowly to pitiful whimpers as she vicariously experienced Rita's heavenly 
feeling of being skewered. The almost naked policewoman turned to stare at 
Stevie and Rod Fellows, both of them mesmerized at the wild screwing the 
young Rita was getting, their own cocks stiff and inviting to Angie's eyes. 

"Stevie, please fuck me . . . please fuck me," Angie begged quietly to her 
ten year old lover, not caring now what anyone thought of her. 

"I'll fuck her, I'll fuck her right now," Rod 

Fellows said quickly, overhearing her impassioned plea, as he snaked out a 
hand to grasp Angie's naked breast, evoking a moan of thankfulness from her. 

"By God, I'll join you," Jimmy said quickly, having finished with Anita 
Hancock, he jumped up, his heavy, thick cock throbbing in his hand. "Man 
I've wanted to fuck Angie for years," he groaned. 

Just as the two men seized Angie's arms and headed towards the middle of the 
room, Rita screamed at the top of her lungs, tossing her full young hips 
lewdly up against Barry Hancock's loins to receive every driving inch of his 
spurting cock. Burst after burst of his sticky cum shot into Rita's lean 
belly, loading her sweet hot pussy to the full mark and gushing out 
alongside his cock with the last cervix-punishing strokes he made into her. 
The girl felt her womb dilating around the squirting prick and she tensed 
her muscles to milk the very last of his juices from his spent balls. 
Finally, he crashed down on her, exhausted and beyond guilt as his eyes met 
his wife's for a bare second. 

"Oh please, please hurry," Angie begged as she reached out to take Jimmy's 
jutting cock in her hand, squeezing it, then running her sharp fingernail 
down the underside of the foreskin and finally cupping his great hanging 
balls in her palm.. . no longer caring that this was her sister's husband 
she was about to make love with. 

Rod Fellows had never seen a woman who wanted it so badly! God knows, he was 
ready, he had come to this party to fuck and by God, he was going to fuck as 
much as he could and now he was going to be part of a three-way fuck . . . 
what more could one ask for? 

"You take the front and I'll take the back," Jimmy instructed Rod, a lewd 
smile on his face as he grabbed his sister-in-law's arm and pulled her down 
onto the softly carpeted floor. Wasting no time, he positioned her on her 
hands and knees and drew the soft, trembling cheeks of her buttocks apart. 
She clenched the smooth ivory spheres automatically, trying to hold them 
together, but it was no use. She felt suddenly helplessly naked as the two 
men leered at the tightly clenched mouth to her rectum. A sharp, abrupt pain 
followed as Jimmy lewdly wormed his middle finger into the tiny passage, 
working it deeper and deeper into the channel, stretching the soft, rubbery 
walls to prepare them for his hard prick. 

At last, resigning herself, she relaxed and waited for the pain to subside. 
She felt Jimmy's legs lodged between hers, holding them wide apart and 
exposing her naked loins to him. She could not help but look back over her 
shoulder to watch him take his huge blood-engorged cock in his hand and 
point it directly at the brown-ringed circle of her anus. Once again, he 
spread her buttocks wide apart with his hands, then moved forward slightly 
on his knees until the oozing head of his penis touched the sensitive 
hairless surface. She shivered at the contact, her muscles naturally tensing 
as he laid the full length of the massive rod into the soft waiting crevice 
of her ass, and then she felt it pushing excruciatingly against her tender 
anus, suddenly popping inside her like the sound of a cork being pulled. The 
pain spread through her like molten fire and she saw Rod grin victoriously 
as Jimmy thrust his hips violently forward, burying half of the long, hard 
fleshy shaft into the soft, velvet confines of her protesting rectum. Her 
groans choked back into her throat as she helplessly twisted and jerked 
beneath the depraved assault, but her every movement served only to impale 
her further on the thick cock, the huge, turgid head ramming ahead and 
spreading her helpless rectum more and more. 

Angie sobbed softly, her mane of blonde hair tossing like angel dust, and 
she could vaguely see that others were gathered around, anxious not to miss 
the least twist of her voluptuous body. Her magnificent breasts hung freely 
down from her torso, jiggling and swaying from the buffeting she was getting 
from behind. She did not even flinch when Barry Hancock reached out to 
squeeze and pull at one, his face showing amazement at the firm yet 
resilient softness of the jouncing globe. Even Rita, her sister in 
prostitution, could not resist a quick exploratory squeeze of Angie's other 
exposed tit. 

The voluptuous Policewoman had stopped struggling now, realizing in her 
confusion that it was the same as when she had been fucked in the asshole by 
Charlie-the splitting agony was easing and changing to a warm, unending 
throb of pleasure. Jimmy lifted her firm, rounded buttocks higher in the 
air, his hands spreading her ass-cheeks further and further apart to allow 
his cock to enter deeper into her ravaged rectum. Then she saw Rod Fellows 
climb beside her, his prick stiff and standing out like a great tube. She 
felt him also squeeze one of her breasts pulling and kneading at it until 
she feared he would lose his mind from sheer animal desire. 

"Come on for Christ's sake, turn her over! I want her too," Rod shouted at 
Jimmy who was busily concentrating on the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh 
that his cock sucked back each time he withdrew his long, hard cock. 

"Turn over Angie baby," Jimmy urged her slowly easing his member from her 
backside. Sudden flashes of panic raced through her brain as she realized 
that they actually intended to fuck her at the same time, to insert both 
their cocks in her, one in her cunt and one in her already brutalized 
asshole. This was the end, the ultimate debasement, and she had actually 
asked for it. She was being whored for the second time that evening, taking 
young Rita's place and paying off for her. For Rod Fellows had purchased the 
use of Rita's body first, she was sure of it, and now there was no choice 
but to submit to taking the beautiful bitch's place. 

Then, as her thoughts ran recklessly through her brain, she felt Jimmy seize 
her hips and roll her over to one side, at last pulling her backwards on top 
of him, bringing another groan of shock from her lips as he lay outstretched 
beneath her, her satiny, hollowed back pressed down against his stomach and 
chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside of his own, while his 
thick, rod-hard cock lay buried between her buttocks. With one smooth motion 
he lifted his hips and slipped into her again, his penis throbbing furiously 
along its full length, far up into the steaming depths of her rectum. 

Rod crawled on top of her, his mouth twisted into a satirical grin. He 
forced his heavy thighs between hers, spreading them far apart as he guided 
his hard jerking cock up to the juicy, pressure stretched entrance of her 
vagina. 

"Ooooooooh, Goooooddd!" Angie screamed as it slid relentlessly into her hot 
wet cunt, all the way up to his bloated testicles which slapped hard against 
the open cheeks of her buttocks, joining the other impaling cock in her 
asshole. She cried and rolled what little she could from side to side, both 
in the throb of pain and in the soul-rending humiliation of being sandwiched 
like a common whore between the two lust-crazed men who were skewering her 
mercilessly on their thick, plunging poles. She could feel them, every inch 
of them thrusting into her tender body with only the thin layer of elastic 
tissue, between her cunt and her rectum, separating their angry pricks. 

"Man, look at that," Rita enthused, watching enviously as she writhed and 
contorted to the steady rhythm of the pricks fucking maniacally into the 
ravished vagina and rectum. She watched breathlessly as the tight, horribly 
stretched opening gave in and pulled out with the men's strokes, wishing now 
that she were lucky enough to be in Angie's place. 

Angie was uttering a low whine now which went on and on without stopping 
every time the two men ground into her. Her lust-dimmed eyes stared up at 
the ceiling, seeing nothing yet registering every thrust she felt. It was 
becoming beautiful to her and she was falling deeper into the abysm of her 
ecstasy, sometimes opening her mouth to chant, "yes, yes, yes," over and 
over, then renewing her frantic whimper as she bucked up and down to swallow 
each ramming cock. Her tits were almost spinning in a circular motion, 
keeping time with the undulations of her pleasure torn body. 

Stevie watched the lewd spectacle intently, a look bordering on sadness on 
his face. His arm was around Rita now, her eyes still glued with passion and 
envy on the two men and they fucked wildly like beasts into Angie's body. 

Wilder and wilder Rod and Jimmy became, punishing Angie like a puppet 
between them. All three of their coarse groans intermingled in a kind of 
symphony of primitive erotic abandonment. 

Suddenly Angie's voice rose above theirs. 

"Aaaggghhh," she screamed, following it with another, longer cry of wanton 
bliss, "Eeeggghhh! Oh keep it up . . . ohhhhhhhh!" She was completely 
berserk with the intense pleasure now and began sobbing out her orgasm, 
arching her sweat-soaked back again and again as the electric thrills tore 
through every atom of her body. The men were egged on to greater, more 
intense, really desperate ramming motions by her obscene cries of climax, 
feeling their own dimming mounting in their balls. Suddenly they both 
plunged into her at the same time, imbedding their wildly ejaculating cocks 
deep into her tortured pussy and asshole as their hot sperm gushed far up 
into her writhing belly. 

Angie could feel the hot torrents of sticky white cum filling her, swelling 
both passages just as her mouth had been swollen when Rod had shot his load 
into her throat before. The dual flooding swamped her rectum and drowned her 
bruised cervix and she thought the outpouring would never end. Suddenly it 
was over, she felt their penis deflating in her rectum and her pussy and 
suddenly an incredible sense of freedom and elation came over the passionate 
Policewoman. Suddenly she was free of Stevie, and as she looked over at him 
she knew that he knew it too. He had controlled her because she hadn't 
experienced anyone else as a lover but now, having felt two strong and 
virile men inside her she knew the difference between a male lover and a boy 
. . . and yet she knew, boys would always hold a special place in her heart. 

She knew now without a shadow of a doubt too that she needed to get away 
altogether. She couldn't stay in Venice Beach, it just wouldn't work out and 
she didn't want to be a policewoman any longer, she wanted to be something 
that would be more fun . . . maybe an airline stewardess, yes that was it, 
she spoke French, perhaps she could get a good job with an airline. Then she 
would get to travel and meet lots of new people, especially new men. That 
was it, it would be a perfect place to meet new men. 

"Penny for your thoughts," she heard her brother-in-law Jimmy say, 
teasingly. "Man you are something baby," he groaned, nibbling her ear, "I 
always knew you would be." 

Angie smiled at Jimmy and she smiled at Rod 

Fellows. Yes, she knew how to give a man what he wanted, that was obvious to 
her now, she would no longer be controlled by them, she would be the one 
calling the shots. She would have who she wanted, where and when . . . why 
hadn't she realized before that she could be in charge. 

At that moment her sister Tamara came back into the room, followed by a 
handsome black man she had seen earlier. "So he got you," she grinned 
lewdly, staring at her sister's naked body piled alongside her husband's 
equally naked body. "Oh my, two at once, Angie you really are coming out!" 

It was true and Angie knew it, she was beginning to live again. Since 
Harry's life had ended she had been in a depression that hadn't allowed her 
to have any fun. Now, however, she was beginning to realize that she could 
have even more fun, she could go where she wanted, when she wanted and she 
didn't have to answer to anyone, not for the time being anyway. Perhaps one 
day she would meet another man and would marry, but now she wanted to enjoy 
her freedom. 

She looked over at Stevie again and saw him a little more clearly and yet he 
was still a beautiful boy . . . I really have him to thank also for my 
new-found freedom, she thought, flashing the ten year old boy a deeply rich 
smile. And who knows maybe it isn't the end . . . maybe it's just the 
beginning of a new phase! Inspector Jones watch out, here I come. 
Policewoman Harrison is resigning and the Real Woman will be stepping out! 


THE END
