The Speed Trap
by Jane Doheny
(LLP-768)


CHAPTER ONE 

The wailing of the siren shook the lovely blonde out of her reverie. She 
glanced into the rear-view mirror, then down at her speedometer. Fifty miles 
per hour. She had been tooling down the open desert road, and she was 
certain she hadn't gone through a stop-sign intersection or passed another 
car on the right. Yet, there was a blinking red light atop the car that now 
followed close behind her. 

She pulled over to the side and shut off the engine, then waited. In her 
mirror she could see that the officer behind the wheel of the squad car was 
on the two-way radio, undoubtedly calling in to see if there was a hold on 
the car with her license plate. She knew there wasn't, and before too many 
minutes more she saw the tall figure of the blue-clad officer swinging out 
from the police car and striding towards her. 

"License please," he said briskly, and she obeyed, fishing her driver's 
license out of her handbag. The cop took it back to his car and radioed it 
in, waited for a reply and then returned to her. "You were going a little 
too fast back there," he informed her. 

"I was doing fifty," she said, annoyed. "The limit is fifty-five these days, 
you know?" 

"Not in town," the man said, without a smile. "You entered town limits a few 
hundred yards back. There's a sign that says thirty-five. A bit overgrown 
with weeds, I'll admit, but clear enough to see." 

He was already writing out a ticket, and there was no point in arguing. As 
he filled in the spaces, the young woman stole a look up at him. He was 
good-looking, strong-jawed and dark-featured, somewhat like ... No. She 
didn't want to remind herself of the man from whom she had just freed 
herself. She was a single woman again, and she didn't want to think about 
anything till she had driven the rest of the way across the country and 
returned safely to her mother's house. 

The cop was finished writing out the ticket, and he handed it to her with 
his pen for her to sign. She quickly scrawled her signature, acknowledging 
that she would appear in court. 

"I'll probably just mail in the fine," she said. "I'm passing through, and I 
won't be in town to go to court." 

"Not for speeding you won't mail it in," the man said curtly. "It's a moving 
violation. In this state you have to appear for that ... Miss Washington." 

The sound of her name on his tongue sent a warm thrill through the blonde. 
He'd picked it up from her license of course. 

"But...." she started to say, trying to regain her composure. What was the 
use? She decided she would just have to stay over in town. She was getting 
tired anyway. "Is there a good motel you can recommend?" 

"That's easy," the officer said, smiling now for the first time. "There's 
only one in town, the Oasis, that big sign on the right up ahead." His tone 
had softened now, and a strange feeling of reluctant pleasure washed over 
the young woman. 

"When will the court date be?" she asked. 

"Traffic day is Thursday," he said. "Maybe you could go on to where you're 
going and then come back." 

Jane Washington bit her lip. There was no practical way she could do that. 
She'd have to spend a couple of days in the small town in the middle of 
nowhere. 

"What does a girl do for fun in a burg like this?" she asked a trifle 
flippantly. He'd seen from her license that she came from a bigger town. 

"About the only thing I can think of is the Desert Club," the cop said 
pleasantly. "My partner has a date for tonight but mine scratched. Would you 
care to accompany me?" 

"I ... I...." Jane stammered. She was numb as she looked up into the 
handsome eyes of the dark police officer. There was something commanding and 
powerful in his bearing. "Uh, I don't know," she wavered. 

The man gave her a smile and a friendly pressure on the arm. "You can think 
of my partner and his date as chaperones," the man said. 

He laughed, and as he did so Jane heard herself laugh too. Why not, she 
thought. Then she nodded. "All right," she said. "You've got me dead to 
rights. What time would you like to pick me up?" 

The officer checked his watch, then set a time to pick the girl up. She 
agreed, and he tipped his hat and went back to his squad car. 

Jane nervously started up her car and pulled slowly out. She drove carefully 
a few hundred yards till she saw the motel, then turned in. She was just up 
to the office when the police car moved silently past, and as she turned she 
saw the handsome cop wave to her. She waved back with a shaking hand and 
then went into the office to rent a room for a few nights. 

She could hardly accept the reality of what had happened. Here she had been 
well on her way home, free of a bad marriage and making plans to start life 
anew. Now she was stranded in some small desert town for half a week, and 
she had a date with a man she didn't even know. 

Shaking her head she went to her room and quickly unpacked a few of her 
things. She would have enough time for a quick shower, before the cop would 
reappear in his off-duty clothes to take her to dinner. 

Jane Washington found her way to the small bathroom of the motel room, naked 
now and anxious to feel the refreshing water of the shower on her body. As 
she stepped under the nozzle and turned the spray onto herself, she felt her 
cares and anxiety melt away, as she always did in a refreshingly warm shower 
or bath. 

Beads of water cascaded onto her head and all over her body. They caressed 
her smoothly rounded curves, ran like a waterfall over her lushly massive 
breasts, dampened her delicate nest of pubic hair and slid down her legs to 
swirl into the drain at the center of the motel shower stall. 

It was a glorious sensation. 

She felt her delightfully aroused young nipples harden and rise. She felt 
the tingling in her womanly breasts, as the sensuously pervading warmth 
spread through her hungry young body. Her feelings were a combination of 
hotly sensuous lust and deep sadness. It was not a new combination, one that 
she felt only more often in the days of her separation from W. Wallace 
Washington III, the man she had just divorced. 

She had hated sex with her husband, even though it had excited her to see 
his lust-stiffened cock bobbing anxiously as he moved his body over her to 
make entrance in her succulently sweet, little cunt. She would feel her 
womanly juices collecting rapidly in her increasingly warm crevice, as the 
delicate cuntal walls poured milky lubrication from their liquid spewing 
pores. But Wally had always seemed a man more interested in his own 
passionate pleasure than in pleasing the tender young virgin he had made a 
bride early in her twentieth year. 

The shapely blonde thought about that as she let the index finger of one 
hand run tentatively across the firmly aroused nipple of her warmly moist 
breast. She could see her ex-husband's poker-stiff cock, waving 
challengingly as it rose alluringly from his wiry patch of darkly pubic 
hair. Even now she felt the deep pit of her cuntal cavity grow gradually 
warm as she massaged her boob and recalled the grindingly powerful thrusts 
of his thickly-pistoning cock in her sensitive cuntal cavern. 

It had been several months now that she had been alone, months during which 
she had gone without a cock in her yearning cunt. After a year of marriage, 
after trying so hard to be a wife, she had finally accepted that this cruel 
and selfish man would never change and become the kindly considerate lover 
she had girlishly mistaken him for. The breakup had torn her apart, and she 
had even considered suicide, but she had gotten over all of that, and the 
only thing remaining was a vaguely disquieting memory of the shaft of his 
burgeoning cock and the fulfillingly wonderful love that might have been. 

An electrical wave of pleasure shot through Jane's young body and brought 
her back to the present. The caressing of her swollen nipple had spread the 
lascivious fire through her whole anatomy, and she found herself unwillingly 
wanting the filling sensations of a hard cock in her belly once more. For 
months now she had done without it, telling herself that she was better off 
that way. But the fires had been stoked once again, and the youthful woman 
wished she knew a way to put them out for all time. 

She ducked her head under the shower, letting the rushing water cascade 
through her blonde locks. She closed her eyes as warm wetness poured over 
her softly contoured face. The welcomed water was warm and pleasing, washing 
away for just an instant her anxiety and sultry sexuality. She seemed to 
melt with the honey-like drippings that descended from her satiny strands of 
wet hair, a flow that seemed to mesmerize her. 

Jane opened her eyes once more, remaining in the refreshingly soothing 
embrace of the showering waterfall. It was tepidly heated, hypnotically 
pleasant, an enchanting wash of crystalline liquid cascading over her own 
sensuous curves. Inescapably she felt her temperature spiraling once again, 
the eagerness returning unbeckoned to her meltingly moist pussy. Her hands 
moved mechanically downward, tracing a wet path along the smoothly youthful 
curves of her finely honed body. Lubricated by shower water, her exploring 
fingers inched over her gently swelling abdomen in an inevitable journey to 
her water-matted bush of golden blonde pubic curls. 

She stared down at the temptingly tender target of her impulsively advancing 
fingertips. Jane Washington's cunt was a lovely thing to behold. Nature had 
given her a body that approached perfection in desirability, and her 
beautifully formed cunt was her greatest glory. The gently rising mound 
lifted her pubic patch and presented it like a handful of golden thread. 
Even now, wetted by the avalanching water, the pussy hair formed a tempting 
treasure. Jane could see the parting of the furry nest of finely spun gold, 
revealing yet still hiding the true prize beneath. 

Her limber fingers had reached their destination, the long tapered nails 
cutting into the wet hair. Her soft-fleshed digits followed, parting the 
weeds and making their way stealthily towards the hidden rden within. Jane 
let out a heavily breathed sigh as a wave of fiery feeling rose upward from 
her cunt. Her fingers were moving over the flabby outer lips, the 
hair-fringed portals to the sweet tenderness of her young pussy. The thick 
outer lips gave way to gentle nudging, parted under the persuasive pressure 
of determined prodding. 

The blonde girl looked down, saw the petal pinkness of her inner lips spring 
into view, watched as the delicate flower of her dainty cunt blossomed 
before her eyes. The furedged outer flaps spread wide, like a gaping mouth 
yawning without inhibition. The rosy inner petals came fully into view, 
glistening with a combination of their own sweaty moisture and the 
relentlessly beating hot flow from the shower head above. 

Jane could see the vestibule of her deeply passionate pit within, satiny 
cunt-walls that longed for the flaming friction of a pistoning shaft of 
fleshy meat. She spread the whole vulva still wider, moving her wickedly 
naughty fingers upward in pursuit of the tiny nubbin of super-sensitive 
cunt-flesh that lies sheltered by the miniscule flaps of labial tissue where 
the inner petals meet. 

She found it, and the very tip of one flexing finger moved to its tiny 
cock-like tip. This glowing gland of womanly fervor stirred spontaneously at 
the very first contact. Expertly, Jane rubbed her deliciously 
desire-dampened clitoris, the rod-like appendage swelling and rising, 
pulsing and hardening as it filled with lust-inspired blood. 

"O-h-h-h," Jane heard herself moan helplessly as shock waves of ecstasy 
flashed through her. 

She was briskly caressing her clit now, working it around and around in 
circles of joy. She could hear her heart pounding violently, her blood 
pulsing madly through her veins as hot licks of passionate flame leapt 
across her body like wind-driven flash fire whipped across the dry desert 
outside. Euphoria enveloped her, an elevated feeling that made her float 
above the churning hot waters of the shower stall floor. She worked away 
fanatically at her love-button, mashing the little bean with a practiced 
finger. 

"M-mm-m," she signed involuntarily, shutting her eyes once more and throwing 
her head back with a spasm of keenly felt enjoyment. Torrents of water beat 
mercilessly into her face, but the nettle-like sting was all the more 
impetus to her vibratingly active finger. Her eyes were firmly closed, but 
it was not blackness she saw. Colored lights rippled and splashed like 
bursting droplets of highly pressured water, dyed with rainbow hues. Every 
exploding globule of showering liquid that ricocheted off her face was 
echoed in her mind by a blindingly detonated flash of brilliantly hued 
light. Thrills of dynamic gratification whipped upward from her activated 
cunt, quickening her breathing, heating her blood, turning her very pore 
into a wide-open hole of erotic sensitivity. Her whole body glowed. Her 
entire being churned. 

"O-h-h-h," the blonde beauty heard herself groan. The long-awaited delights 
she was experiencing had been too long delayed this time. Her womanly will 
had held back her girlish gratification for too many days, too many weeks. 
Now the eruption of the voracious volcano was magnified by the intensity of 
pressure that had built within the groundwork of her loins. 

"M-mm-m," again she sighed as warm sensation of tingling loveliness flowed 
throughout her whole body. "This is so good," the girl's voice came her 
emotion-muffled ears as it from some strangely sensual person at a great 
distance. "Oh dear, this is so damned good!" 

A molten lava of passion seeped upward from the subterranean depths of her 
female cavern. Her cuntal slot was turning into a tempestuous cauldron of 
swelteringly roiling fluids, and her fiery walled pussy was passion-scorched 
with the churning motion of her lust-frenzied fingers. Again and again she 
probed and prodded her clit button, rotating it, pressuring it, then 
stretching it outward in the grasp of her thumb and forefinger. 

A blast of electric power shook her, emanating from the tiny current-charged 
nub of female flesh at the apex of her burning cunt. Jolt after jolt of 
high-voltage power ripped her passion-torn body, making her writhe and turn 
beneath a spray of shower water that heated her passion more than cooling it 
down. 

She felt a sudden orgasmic spasm of aching power rip through her body, 
aftershocks rattling every nerve ending with pure pleasure. Gradually, she 
regained her senses, awakening to her presence and to the reality of the 
motel shower stall. Her finger continued to pleasure her pussy as her 
heartbeat resumed a normal pace. Jane knew that she had experienced that 
potent detonation of orgasm, that excruciatingly keen ecstasy of pleasure 
her ex-husband had never taken the time to give her, and which she had only 
gradually learned to bring to herself. She also knew that she hadn't yet 
reached the highest plateau of pleasure possible for her vibrant young body. 
No, that was still several steps upward, a climb she always hesitated to 
take. 

It wasn't something she wanted to do. It was wrong, and she told herself 
that. Her fingers did not belong in her pussy. Her hand had no business 
between her thighs. Yet, this was something that happened in off-guarded 
moments, when her resistance was low and the tension had built over a long 
period of time. She stood there in the shower, reached up and turned the 
nozzle to make the spray harder, more direct, and then her hand found the 
faucet and cut back on the hot water. 

The strongly cooling torrents now needled into the softly pliant flesh of 
her back, making her forget for a time the waves of sensuality that flowed 
upward from her crotch. She breathed deeply, felt rivulets of cold water 
trickling down her twin mounds of womanly breast flesh from splashes of 
errant water that battered her finely-rounded shoulders. She felt more 
relaxed now, further from that wayward girl who had given in to the 
sensations of heat and carnality and sought evil pleasures from the seat of 
her lonely yearnings. 

The cooling shower would wash all of that away, make her fresh and nice 
again, ready her for the date she had with the policeman. He seemed a good 
man, strong and sure of himself ... as Wally Washington had been ... but 
maybe kinder and more gentle, a man she could trust. In just the few seconds 
she had seen him, his obvious strength had won her over. 

She glanced down at her water-matted cunt hairs, still feeling the last 
tremors of joy that had spread from that heated crack through the rest of 
her nubile young body. The blonde curls now hung limply soaked, sad and 
disappointed. She flicked at one wet lock with a listless finger, lifting it 
and letting it drop back into place. She knew that her love-starved pussy 
was an untapped reservoir of endless delights. Several times she had given 
into her inner urges and pushed that flaming cuntal sheath to its outer 
limits. Orgasm had followed upon orgasm, the first several rising in passion 
till her whole body exploded with rampaging aphrodisia, the remaining 
spasmic risings leveling off to uniform peaks of joyful bliss. 

Jane was afraid of that. She knew that she could shoot upward to a summit of 
such splendid sensation that she could not control her wish to get there 
again and again. What would that lead her to? Would she become a wantonly 
loose creature, making her gorgeous little pussy available to any man with a 
cock? It couldn't happen to her, she was certain. She wouldn't let it 
happen. Even though the feelings were so fine, even though her cunt could 
give her such thrills. 

There it was, nestled between her smoothly youthful thighs, so open, so 
available ... and it could give her such fantastic sensations of pleasure. 

The naughty thing she thought. She looked down on it, so sweet and lovely, 
so young and tender. Her cunt, the bane of her lonely existence, yet the 
source of such splendidly delightful feeling. 

Then she extended the forefinger of her right hand and worked it closer to 
the pinkedged lips of the waiting pussy, the guilt-quivering portals of her 
girlish cunt, the pouting labia that begged for more. With the tip of that 
one leanly cock-like appendage she nudged the petal of a single cuntal lip, 
and the crackingly electrical message that shot upward through the hot wires 
of her nerves told her that she must take one step higher on that ladder of 
lust that brought her to the first orgasm. 

Slowly she entered her hot little cunt with her well extended finger, the 
middle digit of her right hand. It was so like a cock, so long and lean and 
strong. If only it had a high-crowned cock-head, a thick-rimmed mushroom to 
force her inner lips boldly apart and ravage the interior depths of her 
moistly seeping love tunnel. 

Such as her rigid middle finger was, it would be sufficient to rouse her to 
higher pinnacles of passion, of that she was certain. Jane reached for the 
cold water tap and reduced the flow to a trickle, then turned on the hot 
water and evened out the flow from the nozzle till it bathed her beckoning 
body in the finest possible spray of hotly exhilarating liquid. Her 
pleasure-seeking finger had already penetrated the vestibule of her cunt, 
and now the first joint was nosing its burrowing way inward. 

Jane tightened her meaty thighs, constricting the honeyed hole that opened 
outward from her womb. The slippery moist cunt walls folded gently over the 
probing finger, making a white-hot contact. She tightened her loins as much 
as she could, bending at the knees and hunching her finely sculpted 
shoulders forward. Her bulging breasts hung precariously outward and swayed 
tantalizingly as sheets of warming water cascaded over them, rippling as her 
hardened nipples tipped upward to break the flow. 

Suctioning out her finger drew exciting tingles from her pussy walls, as a 
fiery friction raised her temperature. She hurriedly plunged the stiff shaft 
of the out-pointed digit firmly back into the greedily sucking groove, then 
began a rhythmic fucking motion that sent ripples of scintillating sensation 
vibrating through her body. In and out she finger-fucked her hotly throbbing 
little pussy, the delicately pink inner lips tugging with each succeeding 
thrust at the hidden little titty of her clitoral bud. 

This time it was a gutturally rasping gasp that was ripped involuntarily 
from her hoarsely croaking throat-"U-h-h-h-h-h!-as the pounding in her cunt 
forced the breath from her hammering diaphragm. She sucked in air to her 
aching lungs, expelling it again with the violence of a last gasp breath. 
"U-h-h-h-h-h!" She rasped, as the plunging of her finger into the darkest 
depths of her cunt filled her whole body with shaking tremors of voluptuous 
elation. 

She thumped her hotly flowing little pussy with her fiercely flicking 
finger, pistoning it as fast as her aching wrist could make it go. She threw 
her head back as a wave of titillation overcame her, dropped her eyelids 
shut automatically as the rain of warm water came down in her upturned face. 
She opened her mouth a slit, let her softly sensation-seeking tongue snake 
into the onrushing flow, felt the needling impulses of water jet against the 
tender surface. Then she opened her oral cavity a little more, let some of 
the pleasurably warm liquid enter and stream down her throat. 

In her feverish brain, she saw an image of the man she would be with before 
the night was through, a stark yet shimmering picture of the cop, tall and 
strong. He was starkly naked. He was as she imagined he would look. She 
could see his manly cock, arrow-straight and wafting like a tall reed in the 
wind, a leanly masculine organ of pleasure. As her plunging finger hit a 
sensitive spot in her hotly squirming cunt, she suddenly imaged the cop's 
turgid cock in her churning cunt. Yes, it was no mere finger that screwed 
her succulent pussy. It was a man's violently raging rod, that irresistible 
animal that conquers womanly defenses and brings unimaginable pleasures to 
what it ravages. 

"O-h-h-h," Jane Washington moaned as she imagined the potent young cop 
fucking her hot little cunt. "You're going to make me come. I'm going to 
come. I feel it building in me again. I'm going to come really good this 
time. I'm going to come." 

Her hand now rammed in and out with a will of its own, sending her tensely 
rigid finger scudding in and out of her narrowly constricted channel with 
machine-like vengeance. Her steaming hot hole was lubricating fiercely, 
greasing the way for the battering cock-like appendage. Into and out of the 
slippery box the middle finger of her right hand careened, driving her 
intensity upward with each stroke, sending her skyrocketing towards the 
heavens. 

Water from the hot shower splattered all around her as she stood flat-footed 
and frigged her vulva vigorously. She felt the orgasmic explosion coming. A 
warning sounded from deep within her burning loins. She gritted her teeth 
and tried to keep from shouting out, but her voice came without control. 

"O-h-h-h-h! I'm coming!" she cried out. "I'm coming! I'm c-o-o-oming!!!" 

Again the fireworks exploded in her feverish brain, only this time more 
powerfully than before. Everything went haywire in her lust-crazed mind, as 
her hand clapped her pubic triangle with wet persistence and her bony finger 
reamed her creaming cunt with incredible power. Again and again she felt the 
irresistible surges of orgasm waft over her. A thunder clap of passion blew 
up like an atom bomb in her seething brain, and she spasmed crazily again 
and again. 

"O-h-h-h," she moaned as she felt herself coming back down to earth. Her 
finger was still working in her mellowing cunt, but her spasms of come were 
receding into a beautiful memory. Gradually she returned to the world of the 
living, opening her eyes and bringing her limp-necked head forward. The 
sound of the shower running had a hollow sound in her ears, and her throat 
was plugged with emotion. 

She looked down and saw her finger in her snatch, surrounded by the false 
guards of pubic hair, wet blonde locks that had looked the other way as a 
nasty intruder had penetrated her defenses. She felt a pang of grief and 
guilt come over her. There it was, the offending digit, still lodged in her 
tightly constricted cunt. Her body had betrayed her! Her sexuality had once 
again overwhelmed her. She was depressed and dejected, and finally angry 
with herself. 

She pulled her traitorous finger from her sopping pussy. Then she looked 
forlornly at it, milky with the honey of her come. There was the final 
evidence of her carnality, and it made her want to cry. Again and again she 
had done this, even after she had promised herself that she would refrain. 
What would come of her if she let her passions carry her away? 

Would she become a callous creature like her ex-husband had always been, 
unkind and uncaring, unable to feel for another human being? Then the 
thought of her upcoming date occurred to her. Maybe she could call it off. 
No, that would be impossible. It was a double date, and the cop would need 
more of an explanation than just that she was not feeling well. He might 
come over and try to comfort her. He would have his own evening ruined, and 
Jane didn't want to cause that. 

She had to go through with the date with the cop, even though she felt she 
was deceiving him. He probably thought that she was a nice girl, and perhaps 
the thought of marriage had even entered his mind. She was sure he was a 
nice man, being kind to a lonely girl stuck in town. And what was she? A 
slut who couldn't control her urges. She felt cheap, worthless and dirty. 
Yet, she had to go through with the date. She rinsed herself out quickly, 
then left the shower to dry off and dress for the date. 

Jane didn't want to give too sexy an appearance. She chose to wear a simple 
outfit, consisting of a white shirt-waist type of blouse and a plain black 
skirt. She was thinking about the handsome young officer, but an image of 
her former husband kept intruding in her mind. They did look somewhat alike, 
and each seemed to have a strong animal quality that excited her. The cop 
was different though. She recalled how softly he had spoken to her after the 
unpleasant duties of his office had been finished. 

Besides, he was an officer of the law, and he would be certain to go out of 
his way, to bend over backwards, to be gentlemanly to her. He wouldn't want 
her to complain to his superiors that he had taken advantage of a lonely 
girl who had fallen into his clutches in a strange town. 

Jane was almost ready for the date. She sprayed just a touch of cologne 
behind each ear, and the erotic odor wafted up into her own nostrils. Then 
she heard a gentle rapping at the door. She checked her wristwatch. It was 
that time. Her date had arrived. 

Suddenly, she let out a soft chuckle. She didn't even know the cop's name. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"You look beautiful!" 

The words filled the young blonde with a warm glow of pleasure. In his 
dapper-suit, the officer looked more handsome than he had in his blue 
uniform. 

"Th ... thank you," she managed to say, feeling a genuine smile light up her 
face. "You know, I never did catch your name." 

He laughed. "Maybe you got me flustered or something," he said. "I think I 
forgot to tell you, but my last name is on that citation I had to give you. 
The first name is Ralph, Ralph Inglestorm. There's only one officer 
Inglestorm on the force in this little town. C'mon outside and meet my 
friends." 

He put a gentle hand on her arm and led her outside. There, in an Olds 
Cutlass she was introduced to his partner, Early Edmiston and his date, a 
lovely girl named Brett. Jane felt her nervousness depart as they entered 
the car and Ralph drove them to the nightclub just a few blocks away, where 
they pulled over and parked in a darkly shaded spot amidst some thick Joshua 
trees and cactus across from the roadhouse called the Desert Club. 

"Watch your step," Ralph cautioned as he helped Jane out of the car and 
across the rough ground that hid the auto from the lighted area around the 
club. They crossed the road carefully and made their way to the crowded 
entrance. Luckily, the two cops had made reservations, and they were quickly 
taken to a high-walled booth in a dimly lit corner of the club, one that 
gave them some privacy as well as a good view of the small stage. The dance 
floor was a large one, situated on the far side of a row of potted cactus. 

"I like this place already," Jane smiled. "There's something about the 
atmosphere I like." 

"It's classy," Brett put in. 

Drinks were soon on the table, and a sumptuous dinner was ordered. The 
lights were low, and the band was warming up the crowd before the floor show 
came on. After her first drink went down, Brett became even more talkative 
than she had been in the car. Jane wasn't sure she liked this girl-or 
Ralph's partner Early-but she could see they were good friends of her date. 

"A place like this really turns me on," Brett said. I get all tingly and hot 
in the crotch from just being in a place like this. 

It was a fault Jane really hated in a woman, being a little too salacious in 
her choice of words. It had bothered Jane several times in the car, but she 
decided not to show her disapproval. The cute brunette was cuddling up to 
Early on the richly padded seat, and Jane had to admit that the atmosphere 
was getting to her a bit too. Ralph was so handsome in the suave lighting, 
his thickly dark hair neatly combed in the latest style and his white teeth 
flashing when he grinned, catching the subtle light that found its way into 
their secluded booth. 

Suddenly, Jane realized that the brown-haired girl was going a little 
farther than just cuddling her boyfriend Early. The girl sat right beside 
her in the curving booth, so it was easy for Jane to see that Brett's hand 
had dropped into Early's lap beneath the table, and from the look on the 
man's face, she was using it expertly to fondle his cock. As Jane gulped her 
drink excitedly, she caught a perfumey whisp of scent in the air, a manly 
aroma of human musk, the kind of sensual scent that used to rise from the 
heated loins of her husband. 

Then she saw a glimpse of Early's hand as it momentarily flicked aside a bit 
of the tablecloth. It was snaking determinedly towards the girl, then 
disappeared beneath the hem of her skirt. Jane gasped, unable to believe 
what she was seeing. Ralph, on the other side of her, couldn't see what was 
taking place, and she certainly didn't want him to know. The nervous blonde 
tried looking towards the bandstand, but her heart was pounding so loudly 
she couldn't even hear the music. The odors of lustful passion were rising 
more obviously in the air, as Brett giggled and her face flushed girlishly. 

Early was smiling lasciviously, breathing with a heavily lustful coarseness. 
The cop's face was beaded sensuously with glistening pearls of sweat, as the 
movement of the brunette's arm indicated her voluptuous assault on his 
hidden organ of sex. Jane was frozen with numbed shock, yet impelled by 
inexplicable forces to turn her eyes to the lap of the girl, where the 
visible portion of her skirt was rising from the passionate hand within. 

"Uh ... uh, that's really some rock band," Jane sputtered at Brett, trying 
to draw her out of her sensual fog. 

Brett did not answer, and after a heavy silence, Ralph spoke. "It sure is," 
he said cheerfully, boosting the blonde girl's sagging spirits. "They had a 
punk rock group in here last week, and one of us liked it." 

Jane took another gulp of her drink, almost choking on it as a loudly 
girlish giggle came from Brett. Jane couldn't resist another peak beneath 
the table, and her surreptitiously furtive glance brought her a shocking 
sight. 

The telltale bulge that was obviously Early's hand had progressed so far up 
beneath the skirt of the giggling brunette, that it was in the vicinity of 
the girl's crotch. Jane heard the distinct snap of panty hem being lifted 
and then slipping out of a moist grasp. Again the edge of the panty leg was 
lifted, and as Brett's mouth dropped open in a gasp of pleasure, Jane could 
see the hump of Early's searchingly deft fingers worming straight for the 
passion-scented cunt of her friend. 

"O-h-h-h," the lust-fired brunette crooned, as her eyelids slid shut and her 
face reddened with feverish heat. "You really know how to do that to a 
girl," she moaned beneath her breath to Early, just loudly enough for Jane 
to hear it. 

The young blonde was shocked by what was going on, and she thought of saying 
something to Early or trying to signal. She knew it was useless. She just 
had to let things run their course. Luckily, the waiter stepped over at just 
that moment, and told them that dinner would be a little late in arriving. 
The chef was new, he explained, and there had been an equipment breakdown in 
the kitchen. 

Ralph laughed good-naturedly and said they were in no hurry. The waiter 
smiled, assured them dinner would not be very long in arriving, and then he 
hurried off. Jane was benumbed with confusion, but as she turned back to 
look at the girl, she was relieved to see that Early had yanked his hand out 
from within her smoldering cunt, from underneath her silky smooth panties 
and had folded them politely atop the table in front of him. 

"Well," Brett shrugged with amused resignation. "As long as we have to wait 
for dinner and the show we might as well dance." 

Early laughed as he rose, leading the shapely brunette by the hand. They 
eased their way out from behind the table, Jane grabbing a quick look at the 
man's pants-front. Sure enough, she could see the bulge of what remained of 
what must have been a roaring hard-on. The odor of sex wafted up to Jane's 
nostrils as the couple swung past her and Ralph and disappeared on their way 
to the dance floor, hidden beyond the row of potted palms. 

Jane sat there in confusion and paralyzed shock. Ralph talked for a time in 
deep tones, and the sound of his voice restored her senses. She held her 
glass in tremblingly nervous hands, but managed to wolf down enough of the 
strong cocktail to help calm her jangled nerve endings. Soon she had put the 
incident out of her mind and was chatting animatedly with the jovial 
dark-haired policeman. 

Fresh drinks were brought, though Brett and Early had not as yet returned 
from the dance floor. "I'll see if I can round them up," Jane stated, 
"besides, I have to visit the ladies room." 

Off she went, and after making a quick trip to the powder room, she headed 
for the dance floor. It was crowded with couples, and she waited off to one 
side, scanning the floor. After a time, she realized that Brett and Early 
were not dancing. She went partway back to the booth, but stopped when she 
saw the top of Ralph's head, as he sat alone. Suddenly, she became worried 
about Brett. Perhaps the girl had gotten sick and Early had taken her 
outside. 

Jane strode towards the entrance, then out into the cool night air. She 
looked about, but the girl was nowhere to be seen. Then she got an idea. 
Perhaps Early had taken her back to the car to lie down. Jane looked both 
ways, then hurried across the road to that secluded spot amongst the trees 
and shrubbery where the Cutlass had been parked. She made her way carefully 
in the darkness, saw the tail section of the car come into view, and then 
walked up to it. 

She stooped to get a look inside. Brett was in there, all right, and so was 
Early, and the view that met her startled young eyes set the blonde girl 
back on her heels. Brett was sprawled on the back seat, bare-ass naked, and 
Early was on his knees between her wide-spread thighs. He was as naked as 
she was, and as Jane came partly around towards the front end of the car, 
she could see the couple plainly through the glass of the window. One car 
door had been left ajar, and that caused the courtesy light inside to be 
lit. It didn't afford much light, but it was enough. 

Jane Washington let out an audible gasp. Through the car window, illuminated 
by the dim light inside, she could see what was going on, and it was as if 
in a weird dream that she gaped at the sight. Her heart stopped, and she 
felt her throat constrict. 

The policeman and his girlfriend were about to fuck, right in Ralph's car, 
right in the parking lot of the Desert Club. 

Jane's eyes bulged, and she couldn't move. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

There was moaning and groaning coming from inside the dimly illuminated Olds 
Cutlass, and the sounds that wafted up to the burning ears of the young 
blonde divorcee were not the sounds of pain. The moaning and the groaning 
was coming from the lips of the lascivious brunette, and they were clearly 
moans of pleasure. 

Jane could hear her heart pounding. At least it had started up again! She 
was numb with shock, but she retained enough of her senses to know that she 
had to get out of there. Her concern for the girl named Brett had been 
misplaced. There was nothing wrong with her. At least she wasn't sick. She 
was just a lustfully depraved creature who didn't know the meaning of the 
word decorum. 

The blonde inched backwards, determined to sneak out of the parking lot 
without being observed. She knew her intentions would be misunderstood if 
she were caught. The door of the car wavered, causing a flickering of the 
courtesy light that dimly illuminated the scene of passionate lust being 
played out inside. Jane continued to back off, but bumped into another car 
that had squeezed between the Olds and some heavy shrubbery in the 
jam-packed parking area. She froze, terrified that the noise would alert the 
busy couple. She held her breath, but could see that they were too involved 
with their hot and heavy activities to hear the slight sound. She stared at 
their hotly writhing bodies, and the sight numbed her. She was suddenly rapt 
at the vision before her, two people in the throes of sex. She had never 
seen anything like it before, and try as she might she couldn't draw her 
eyes from the sensual spectacle. 

The view she got of the cop's manly genitals sent a shiver of chilling 
arousal through her girlish body. His hairy muscled thighs spread like two 
inward tilted pillars of powerful flesh, revealing a pair of heavily 
come-laden balls in a thickly wrinkle-skinned scrotal sac. This massively 
masculine ball-bag was drawn tightly up with voluptuous anticipation, 
displaying his mighty brick-stiff cock beyond. The rigidly straight shaft of 
his stoutly imperious dick twitched hotly as he poised his well built body 
"over the reclining pale-pink delicacy of Brett's youthful body. Jane could 
not draw her eyes from the massively come-bloated balls and the granite-like 
hardness of the thick rod. Her body seemed to melt as she watched, her knees 
so weakened and turned to Jello that she didn't believe she could run if she 
tried. 

Early made a move downward with his broad body, apparently planting a hot 
kiss on the brunette's face beyond the thick pair of manly shoulders that 
partially blocked Jane's view. As he shifted his splendid torso, his lengthy 
cock twitched and bobbed, the velvety smooth blunt-faced head of his huge 
cock swinging momentarily into view and catching the pale light. The sight 
of it thrilled the girl as she watched. The hugely rough ridge of that 
broad-flanged mushroom vastly surpassed in dimension and form the cock-head 
of her husband that she had so often seen swollen and violet-hued as he made 
ready to enter her squirming cunt. 

The thickly blunt knob of this spear was a weapon like none the girl had 
imagined in her life, and as the shivering blonde stood staring at the 
rock-like thing, she saw it lowering gradually to the desire-dampened cunt 
that waited impatiently below. Brett's legs were so widely spread that one 
foot was up on the shelf behind the back seat and the other was hooked over 
the thickly-padded front seat. Jane could not see the girl's face now, but 
it must have been screwed in ecstasy. Her molten cunt was certainly ready 
for the impending invasion of the officer's massively handsome cock. 

Jane moved closer, her breath condensing on the glass of the car window. As 
Early twisted his body a bit to get more comfortable, his passion-inflated 
cock swung away from the languidly lying brunette. Jane's attention was torn 
from the rock-solid pole to the gaping gash of pussy flesh that lay beneath. 
Never had she seen such a sweltering channel of blood-engorged cuntal 
muscle. 

The fleshy dark-haired outer lips were rosy-hued with visible passion, and 
the splay-legged pose of the nympho-maniacal girl parted them sufficiently 
to bare the flower-petal interior lips. These pink-tinged beauties were like 
the fragile petals of some lovely rose, long and vibrant to look at. Brett's 
clit was swollen to frightening dimension, heat-reddened and palpitating. 
Its broad-faced head was like the blunt end of a man's dick, lacking only 
the peehole to make a perfect counterpart to the male organ. 

Jane gasped aloud. Here was a woman more sensuous than she, better equipped 
to enjoy sex than she was, and obviously free of any restraint whatsoever. 
She had underestimated the broad. Brett was a woman who knew what she 
wanted, and the hard pounding of a thick cock in her cuntal sheath was what 
she craved. 

As the blonde watched from the safety of darkness, she saw the great shaft 
of the man's mighty dick ease downward in pursuit of the hotly beckoning 
pussy. Thickly masculine fingers seized the gapingly open cunt and pulled it 
still more widely open. The graspingly greedy hands of the full-bodied 
brunette came around from behind the cunt-hungry man and grasped his broadly 
powerful backside. Red-polished fingernails bit into his roughly 
hair-covered ass flesh as she gripped her lover's massive behind and forced 
him towards her. 

Jane was in a state of shock as she watched, witnessing a scene of lustful 
depravity she previously had been ill equipped even to imagine. She could 
hear the wet whimpering of the man-crazed girl behind the glass of the car 
window, hear the thickly hoarse breathing of the cop over her. 

"Shove it in, Early!" she heard Brett call out distinctly. "Shove your big 
bone into my cunt! Hurt me! Hurt me! Hurt me!" 

Jane's heart skipped several beats. She had never heard a girl speak in that 
tone of voice, and even though she had often heard boisterous girls use foul 
language, she hadn't recalled hearing it in front of a man. Clearly there 
was a streak of raw wildness in this girl that she had never seen in any 
female. 

"Fuck me!" Jane heard Brett cry out in a frenzy. "Fuck my cunt! Fuck it! 
Fuck it! Fuck me now!" 

Jane saw the thickly ridged head of the mammoth cock part the dainty inner 
lips of the girl's voracious cunt, then watched as her painted fingernails 
forced the big male ass downward and the hard cock penetrated into the hotly 
waiting slot. First the gargantuan knob and then a portion of the 
bulging-veined shaft of Early's mighty cock lunged into the dark depths of 
Brett's pussy, disappearing from sight as if swallowed by a gluttonous 
monster. Early's hands moved away from the mouth of the cuntal cavern, slid 
beneath the trunk of the girl's body, raising her and wrapping about her in 
a warm embrace. 

The muscular flanks of the cock-driving man forced their way irresistibly 
downward, ramming the blood-thickened hunk of male meat deep within the 
steaming female cavity below. Soon the meeting of cock and cunt was obscured 
from the view of the girl standing outside the car. All she could see was a 
broadly hairy ass crammed between the far-flung thighs of the helpless girl 
on the car seat. 

"O-h-h-h-h!" she heard Brett moan in delirious pleasure. "O-h-h, Early. Oh! 
I love it! O-h-h-h!" 

Then Jane saw the policeman's great hips rise, and the thick stalk of the 
murderously long prick slid wetly back into sight. The view startled the 
blonde. The tube that ran up through the shaft was bulging along the 
underside of the dick. The smooth flesh of the savage weapon was gleaming in 
the dim light with a thick coating of cuntal lubricant from the fiery hole 
of the seething girl. All but the massive knob of the cock came into view, 
then slowly slid back into the waiting cuntal sheath. 

"O-h-h-h!" Brett groaned loudly, as the gigantic pole rammed into her heated 
cunt. "Oh, that's it! Fuck me like that. Just like that, Early." 

The officer responded, lifting his hips and plunging them wickedly downward 
once more. Brett kicked her legs in obvious ecstasy, banging one foot into 
the glass of the rear window, smacking the naked toe's of the other against 
the roof of the car above the front seat. The hugely naked ass of the 
fucking cop was now stabbing the air again and again, repeatedly rising and 
falling like a great tidal wave of ocean water. Each time his cock pulled 
out of the sopping cunt, splashes of female come juice splattered in all 
directions, staining the seat covers and dotting the inner thighs of the 
splay-legged brunette with splotches of her cunt-juice. 

"E-e-e-e-e!" she shrieked, as his iron-hard spear stabbed into her again and 
again, ramming its way as deeply as possible into her heaving belly with 
each maniacal thrust. Early was now slamming away at her body, pounding 
violently at her frail womanhood. Could the girl take any more of it? Jane 
felt terror shoot through her as she wondered. Should she break into the car 
and stop the policeman? Was he hurting her girlfriend? He was a law officer. 
If she got him angered he could kill her. 

The answer came quickly. 

"Oh," Jane heard Brett sigh. "I love it, Early. Oh, I've never been fucked 
in the cunt so good in my life before." 

Jane sunk back onto her heels. Now she understood fully the extent of the 
depravity of this strange woman. Brett had no respect for the idea of 
decorum. She didn't wish to hold herself out for a husband. What was the 
meaning of sex to a broad like her? Jane answered the question in her own 
mind. This crazy woman only wanted a thickly masculine cock in her hot 
pussy. That was all she cared about. Love and tender feelings meant nothing 
to her. 

These things saddened the sensitive young blonde as she stood weakly outside 
the Cutlass. She had misjudged the police officer who was Ralph Inglestorm's 
partner. He was the kind of man who would take advantage of a girl. This cop 
named Early was just a brute. He was like her ex-husband Wallace. 

As Jane watched the strong-muscled man pound the willing girl brutally with 
his stout cock, a new feeling took possession of her. She was ashamed of 
herself. The girl who had given into the demands of her unthinking pussy 
back in the motel shower stall was now entranced by the sexual spectacle 
taking place in the back seat of the car before her. 

Jane realized this. Something had suddenly happened to her. Her panties were 
wet, sopping wet. Jane had come in her panties at the sight of the 
fast-fucking couple in front of her. Now, as she stared forlornly into the 
car, she saw that they were both coming wildly too. The couple was thrashing 
crazily about, out of control, out of touch with reality and their 
surroundings. Each time the blunt-headed cock came out of the tightly 
grasping cuntal sheath, a spurt of yellow-white semen gushed out around it. 
The hot come ran in rivulets down the sweating flesh of the girl, trickling 
into her bare asshole. 

Jane's jaw dropped at the sight. The girl's puckered hole was filling with 
the ooze of Early's come, mingled as it was with the still hotly cascading 
cuntal lubrication of the girl herself. This creamy concoction was surging 
out of the girl's pussy, oozing onto the seat cover, greasing the way for 
the hardened cock in its last moments of triumph. 

Realizing that the fuck was almost ended, Jane turned on her heels and 
headed back to the Desert Club. She was sweating with passion and turmoil, 
her clothes sticking hotly to her body. She had seen an unbelievable sight, 
the degeneracy of a man and a woman. The man was a law officer. Would she 
fall into the same trap of depravity? Soon she was inside the crowded 
nightclub, and then she was seated quietly beside the other man, an officer 
she still admired and respected. 

"Are they all right?" Ralph asked. 

"Yes," Jane gasped. She swallowed hard and said, "Sure, they're on their 
way. They were dancing and they went outside for some air ... I think. I ... 
uh, didn't see them, but I was told by the door man that they're on their 
way." She took a much needed drink of her cocktail, well diluted by that 
time from melted ice. 

"I think those two like being alone," Ralph said. 

Jane just nodded. If she weren't so upset and confused she would have 
considered that a big understatement. Before long, Early and Brett returned 
to the table, their clothes on and straightened to respectability. They all 
sat about, had a fine dinner and watched the show. Then Ralph suggested they 
all go to his and Early's apartment to play some new tape cassettes. They 
claimed to have a groovy music collection. Jane said she was tired and 
preferred to go straight to the motel, but Brett wouldn't think of it. 

"Ralph has a fabulous music collection," she said to Jane. "The best 
collection I've ever seen. Besides, I hate to think of you in that dull 
motel." 

Jane shrugged. She felt defeated and helpless. Everyone else looked alive 
and excited. Brett really wanted to go up to their apartment, and Jane felt 
like she was coming on as a party pooper. Anyway, she was sure she could 
trust Ralph, a real gentleman, so she managed a weak smile and said, okay, 
she'd go along with them to their apartment. 

Jane's mind was in a state of turmoil. She couldn't get over the shock of 
seeing the lewd action in the back seat of the car. Never in her life had 
she seen another couple having sex, and the only experience she ever had was 
with her ex-husband. She had never even seen a porno film, a photo or a film 
of two people making it together. All her friends had seen them, but she had 
been too decorous to allow even her husband Wally to view one. 

They all went out to the car, and Jane was glad she was sitting in the front 
seat with Ralph. All the way over to the apartment she heard squeals of 
delight coming from the back seat, as Early and Brett continued to make out. 
Ralph was as he had been all evening, quiet and gentlemanly. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The Olds Cutlass wound through the quiet streets of the small desert 
community, and the more Jane saw of it the more she liked. The streets were 
broad, and the houses-though not overly big-were set way back from the 
street. Several times she heard the whinny of a horse. 

It was surprisingly chilly in the night air, quite a change from the warm 
desert day, and unthinkingly the blonde sidled up close to the strongly 
built police officer. He glanced at her with a pleasant grin, and before she 
could react he placed one arm around her shoulder and steered with the 
other. 

"This'll keep you warm," he joked. 

Jane grinned back at him, relaxing at his friendly tone and letting herself 
be drawn closer to him. "How far is the apartment?" she asked, looking for a 
way to break the discomfort she began to feel. 

"It's just ahead," Ralph Inglestorm said. "We have the upper floor of an old 
ranch house, and two old ladies have apartments downstairs. The guy who owns 
the place lives about forty miles from here now, on a big horse ranch." 

The car pulled into a driveway, then into a garage as the door opened by one 
of those remote control devices. The couple in the back seat had already 
piled out, laughing wildly, and Ralph escorted Jane. She loved the place 
Ralph shared with his police partner. 

It was nestled in a lovely area, surrounded by Joshua trees. Once inside, 
she felt better about things. Early and Brett went off to another room, 
while Ralph played some of the cassettes she liked best from his fine music 
collection. They were cuddled up on the couch together, sipping brandy out 
of a big snifter, listening to a romantic Montovani recording she greatly 
enjoyed. 

She felt his warmly tantalizing breath on her cheek, and as she turned and 
looked up at him, their lips met, melting excitingly together. The heat of 
their breaths intermingled intimately, and Jane felt his strong but gentle 
arms drawing her to him. The kiss broke off and she found herself staring up 
into his darkly limpid eyes. She liked everything about this man, his gentle 
ways, his politeness, the obvious strength of character that underlay 
everything he did. 

That's why she did not object as she felt one of his large hands slip 
downward to her breast. He was speaking to her in low tones, whispering 
endearments she longed to hear. His voice was velvety soft, hypnotically 
deep. Her body had grown glowingly warm, partly from the sips of smooth 
cognac, partly from Ralph's gentle touch. They kissed again, her soft lips 
clinging for an instant to his moistly hot ones. 

She let her mouth fall greedily open, invitingly available, welcoming him 
inward. Ralph responded, inching his now-open mouth closer, near enough for 
his heated exhalations to dance over the sensitive surface of her tongue. 
Then their lips touched electrically once more, and the pointed tip of the 
man's thick tongue made its first tentative approach within her ovaling 
mouth. 

"M-mm," she sighed appreciatively at the tinglingly brief contact between 
his tongue-tip and the roof of her mouth. He tightened his grip on her 
willing body, nudged his face closer to hers, then probed further with his 
talented tongue. Their snake-like tongues met, two lusty serpents 
intertwining. First one advanced into the lair of the other, and then 
retreated to bring the invader into its own den. 

Jane's heart pounded with the passionate kissing. The taste of his slippery 
saliva in her wetly hungry mouth thrilled her, made her forget where she 
was, what she was doing. She had lost track of Ralph's exploring hands, till 
she gradually grew aware of a fond pressure on one breast. He was caressing 
her tit through the thick cloth of her blouse and brassiere cup, a mild 
stimulation that warmed her and sent tingles of tickling delight emanating 
from her hardening nipple. She lowered a hand as if to brush his away, but 
it faltered unaccountably, coming to rest on the bare and hair-speckled 
flesh of the back of his strongly masculine hand. 

She heard the sound of the huge brandy glass being set on the coffee table 
in front of the couch, and then the hands on her body were more determined 
as they drew her towards this marvelous man. She arched her back, threw her 
head upwards to make her mouth more vulnerable to his advances, and he 
responded with a hotly moist kiss that covered her beckoning lips. Her whole 
mouth was engulfed by the fervently heated vastness of his wide-stretched 
cavity. Again she felt the penetration of his rapacious tongue, searing the 
inner walls of her mouth, firing her limp tongue, speeding waves of warmly 
passionate emotion through her yielding body. 

Again she felt the fond pressure on her breast, and she could not ward it 
off. This time the powerful hand was more persistent, soothing the womanly 
fullness of her softly rounded boob. Ralph hefted one massive breast in his 
hand, weighing it, molding it, turning it to a fireball of wonderful 
feelings. He worked the mammoth mammary around and around in a smooth 
circle, his index finger coming to rest on the passionerected teat. Through 
the combined thickness of blouse and bra, the educated tip of his 
fast-flicking finger rubbed her nub-like nipple and roused it to greater 
stiffness and length. 

Their kisses had grown more fiery, as darts of flame shot between their hot 
mouths. Jane lost track of where she was, as the sensations in her mouth 
blended with the warm sensations rising from her tits. She let herself go, 
allowed her eyelids to drop shut and her body to float in the warmly liquid 
medium of pure sensuality. She felt a surge of wildly sensual pleasure, and 
she didn't want her reticence to snap her out of it. She wanted her emotions 
to carry her just a little bit farther, not too far, but far enough to 
fulfill her and leave her satisfied. 

They kissed and embraced for some time. Jane could not have said how long, 
till she became gradually aware of a cool feeling on her loins. It was a 
mild tingling, and at first she thought it was only the glow of pleasure 
from his kisses and fond embraces, spreading downward towards the ultimate 
seat of her womanly desire. 

Then she felt something more distinct, a finger on her naked thigh, and the 
coolness of the air on the flesh of her upper leg became a reality. The 
finger was worming upward, nearing the crux of her femininity. And then she 
felt it, the lifting of the edge of her panties. Ralph had worked his hand 
up beneath her skirt, and now his probing fingers were lifting the leg 
opening of her panties. The very tip of one finger made contact with the 
tender flesh of her pubic mound, indenting it skillfully, weaving through 
the thicket of blonde hairs, seeking the softly puffed edge of the outer 
portals of her cuntal opening. 

"O-h-h-h," she moaned at the intimate touch. She knew something was wrong, 
was alerted to some distant danger, but could not respond to prevent it. 
Ralph's hotly powerful tongue was plumbing the greedy depths of her mouth, 
flattening her own helpless appendage to the floor of her oral cavity. She 
took a gulp of air, heart pounding, and again lost track of which parts of 
her body were sending what portions of the fiery message of eroticism that 
surged upward to her brain. 

Jane floated in a warmly wet sea of sensations. Wave after wave of 
titillating pleasure washed over her. She was mesmerized, turned to helpless 
mush by the strongly hot kisses of her lover. She was vaguely aware of what 
was taking place beneath her skirt. The thickly hard finger of the cop had 
worked its way well within the protective confines of her silken panties, 
probed the blonde-fringed crack of her cunt, parted the soft outer lips and 
found the slitheringly wet inner surfaces. 

The young blonde surrendered unwillingly to the overwhelming forces of 
erotic power that subdued her. As her mind spun, she was aware only of the 
tantalizing sensations of probing tongue and pleasure-seeking finger. The 
thickly rigid digit worked its way up her cuntal sheath, pausing to caress 
the fine edges of her inner labia, then trace a moistly hot path upward to 
the sensitive almond bud of her clitoris. It rubbed the hotly throbbing 
little nipple of super-sensitive cunt flesh, then drove inward to fully 
penetrate the deeply dark cuntal sheath. 

Briefly the girl resisted, twitching her defensively clenched cuntal tunnel. 
But this only increased the friction that enflamed her, as the powerful 
finger drew outward through a channel now greased by the hot liquid of her 
spiraling passion. Ralph began to frig her fiercely with his extended 
finger, plunging in and out of her flaming cunt, stretching her panties and 
pumping against the cloth of her tight skirt on each outstroke. 

"U-h-h-h-h," she heard herself gasp, her voice guttural and hoarse, coming 
from deep within the churningly hot confines of her body. She gasped for 
air, arching her back spasmically as thrill after thrill bolted upward from 
her seething cunt. 

She wanted to make him stop, but she was a helpless victim of the mighty 
ramrod of his cock-like finger. He plummeted in and out, finger-fucking her 
hot little cunt till it screamed with desire for more. Jane gave herself up 
to it, gripping her ardent lover tightly, letting herself bend with his 
every move, allowing the bony digit to violate the honey-sweet innards of 
her female portal. Then she was coming, waves of enjoyment splashing over 
her helpless soul, blinding lights of exhilaration illuminating her brain. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she heard herself moan out loud. "I'm coming! O-h-h-h, I'm 
coming. O-h-h-h-h!!!" 

She was hugging Ralph tightly, smothering herself in the manly warmth of his 
broad torso. He was kissing all over her face, neck and shoulders, caressing 
her back with his free hand, reaming her young cunt with the powerful finger 
of the other. Gradually her explosions of passion subsided, and she realized 
with shocked numbness what she had allowed him to do. 

She started to pull away, felt a potent resistance, then jerked her body 
hard. 

"Jane," she heard him plead, but she yanked herself away anyhow. 

"Oh! Ralph Inglestorm!" she said, feeling torrid tears welling in her blurry 
eyes. "How could you do a thing like this to me? How could you force me into 
such a thing. Oh, I'm so ashamed of myself." A combination of anger at him 
and shame at what she had allowed herself to enjoy overcame her, and she 
burst into raging tears. 

She moved away from him across the couch, then stumbled to her feet, 
steadying herself on the coffee table. She was hopelessly mixed up now, 
knowing she had enjoyed his advances, liking the young cop, yet upset with 
herself and with him too. Perhaps it was just the temporary influence of 
what Brett and Early had done in the restaurant parking lot that had aroused 
Jane and that was why she let Ralph go too far. She blamed herself. It 
wasn't Ralph's fault. It had been her place to stop him. 

She stood by herself now, regaining her composure to some extent. 

"I ... I'm sorry," Ralph said, rising. "I thought you were enjoying 
yourself. You were so warm and pliant in my arms. I thought...." 

"Oh!" was all she could blurt out as tears came rushing to her eyes once 
more. "Let me alone. Let me have a few minutes to collect myself, Ralph." 

"Sure," he said, sitting back down. There was a look of genuine surprise on 
his face. 

She turned and went in search of a bathroom, someplace where she could sit 
down for a few minutes, then wash her face and put her makeup on once again. 
She needed to be alone long enough to fully regain her composure. She walked 
off weakly, her knees half-turned to liquid, her heart beating strongly. In 
search of a bathroom, she stepped uneasily down a dark and thickly carpeted 
hallway. 

Her mind was still whirling. She had wanted to control herself, but her body 
had betrayed her. Her clothes clung to her, still sweat-moistened from her 
own seething passion. Her traitorous body had yielded to dangerous desires, 
and she didn't know how to control it. She was choking back tears as she 
stumbled past an open door and looked in to see if it was a bathroom. 

The young blonde stopped and peered around the jamb of the half-opened door. 
Her eyes took a second to adjust to the light, slightly dimmer than that in 
the hall. The sight she saw was clear enough, but she couldn't quite fathom 
it for several seconds. Then her lower jaw dropped and her throat became dry 
and constricted. The vision in front of her was like something out of a 
horror movie, or something from one of her own worst nightmares. 

She stared into the room, evidently the master bedroom, and only the 
weakness of her knees prevented her from rushing in and putting an end to 
what she saw. 

The brunette was spread-eagled on the bed before her, naked, her arms and 
ankles pointed at the four corners of the bed. As Jane stared, she made out 
more and more of the scene. There were police handcuffs on each wrist, the 
free cuff hooked to the bedposts. Brett's ankles were bound by larger metal 
cuffs that were attached to the lower posts. Each cuff was on tightly enough 
to turn the flesh a sickly white and to bite harshly into it. Her hands and 
ankles were pulled so tightly that all four of the naked brunette's limbs 
were extended to their fullest. 

This was bondage! Erotic bondage! Jane had heard about it from a friend, but 
never believed people really did it. She was horrified at actually seeing 
it. She just never believed that people did this, maniacs maybe, but not 
people that you could really know. Brett was into it. Bondage! She was 
locked into metal restraints, stripped nude and helpless, completely at the 
mercy of the cop that stood over her. The blonde could see that the brunette 
was enjoying it. 

Jane's attention turned to the policeman. He was naked! She was shocked. Her 
body turned to liquid and she felt a surge of titillation in her 
fear-constricted pussy. Early's broad back was to her, the taut-muscled 
surface gleaming in the slanting light from hot moisture that beaded the 
skin. She let her eyes drop slowly down the length of his form, sensuously 
sculpted as if carved from a block of the whitest marble. The hills of his 
buttocks rose high and hard, lighter in color than his back, bare of hair 
except for a fine black fringe near the split of his ass. 

She thrilled to the sight of his excitingly proportioned behind, each globe 
dented in masculine leanness. Early's legs were like stone-carved pillars, 
thick and powerful, tapered to hard-muscled calves and then lean down to the 
ankles. He moved, striding towards the side of the bed where Brett lay 
helplessly bound. As he turned, Jane saw him from the side, gasping at the 
dimensions of the stiffly rising cock she had seen from another angle in the 
Cutlass earlier that night. 

His manly rod angled upward from a wiry bush of black pubic hair. The shaft 
was long and fattened by its surge of excited blood, and the head was 
high-crowned and smoothly purple. The whole dick bowed slightly upward, 
shimmering with slight motion. Jane wanted to run away at the sight of his 
cock, but she could not tear her girlish eyes away from the spectacle. It 
was the grandest prick she had ever seen, strong and thick and made for 
ravaging a cunt. 

Riveted to the spot, she stared at the great cock, seeing the blue veins of 
the stalk as it caught the light from the lamp. Brett was also staring at 
it, a leer on her face, a gleam in her lust-maddened eyes. Jane was aghast 
at the expression on the woman's face, and it repulsed her as much as the 
dick compelled her to look at it. 

What had come over Jane? Why didn't she simply run away from the bedroom 
door, down the stairs to the street and find her way back to the motel? She 
could do it. All she had to do was make her numb legs move. Yet, she found 
that she couldn't. 

She realized that the bizarre scene thrilled her. She couldn't take her eyes 
off the powerful form of the naked policeman. But it was more than that. She 
was aroused by the sight of the naked girl, helpless in her bondage. Was 
there something depraved about Jane Washington? What was there deep within 
her that made the scene so compelling? 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jane stood in the doorway, staring at the extraordinary scene within. The 
helpless brunette was struggling at her bonds, first at the handcuffs around 
her wrists, then at the larger metal restraints around her ankles. She 
struggled as if she sought escape, and yet it was clear that she loved it. 
What was the meaning of her weird behavior? 

The blonde felt a trickle of perspiration run down her side as she gaped at 
the girl on the bed. She must have been feeling something like what Jane was 
herself experiencing. Wild excitement, mixed with a chilling fear. That 
combination had never occurred to the girl in the doorway, but now it seemed 
as if no combination of emotions could possibly equal it in intensity. 

It was a movement on the part of the powerful police officer that snapped 
the girl out of her reflections. She watched him as he strode from the 
footboard of the bed up towards the top. Suddenly, Early leaned over towards 
the nightstand and lifted something off it. He brought it around in his 
right hand, and as it caught the luminescent light of the lamp, Jane saw 
what it was. Her heart leaped. She had heard about these sick perversions, 
but had never dreamed a friend of hers could get involved in them. She'd 
heard about bondage and discipline. The chaining of the helpless girl to the 
bed was the bondage part of it, and Early was apparently about to inflict 
the discipline. Torture would have been a better word for it, from the look 
of the wide leather belt he had doubled over in his hand. 

It was no ordinary belt. Jane could see that. It was more than two inches 
wide, of very thick black leather, and studded with metal brads like the 
belts worn by motorcycle maniacs. Yellow light gleamed off the metal tacks 
as Early moved closer to the bed and raised the belt. 

"Oh Early!" Brett said up at him, reverence in her voice. "Do it to me, 
Early. Do it. I love it when you hit me." 

Jane's body quaked with emotion. Now she knew for sure that the brunette was 
into the weird deviations. She wanted to whirl and run, but fear and 
fascination held her to the spot. Would the man really lower the doubled 
belt onto the squirming girl's milky white flesh? Would he beat her and 
raise red welts? There might even be bloodshed. Jane's heart pounded as she 
stared wide-eyed at the strange scene. 

Early lashed downward with the thickly doubled belt, the force of his blow 
landing on the inner thigh of the leg nearest him. There was a loud slap, 
and a cry came from the lips of the spread-legged brunette. Again the 
brutally strong cop raised the terrible weapon, and again it came slapping 
down, this time on the far thigh. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h," came the sighing moan from the girl on the bed. Her head 
lolled to one side, and her eyes turned glassy. 

Jane's heart was palpitating wildly as she witnessed the scene. She saw 
Early lean over and place his face close to the girl's. "Are you all right?" 
she heard him say. 

Brett looked up, and a weird smile came across her moistly sensuous lips. 
"I'm okay," she grinned lecherously. "Hit me some more." 

The well muscled man laughed aloud, and then he resumed his dominating pose. 
He raised the thick strap of metal-studded leather and brought it down on 
one of the girl's shoulders. She cried out in apparent pain, but made no 
attempt to stop him, and then he whipped her again, this time on the far 
shoulder. 

Jane stared numbly. She could see streaks of rosy hued flesh where the 
leather had bitten into the youthful girl's skin. Welts had already been 
raised to mar the perfection of her marble skin. 

Again and again the man brought the brutal strap down on the softly molded 
flesh, battering her belly, her thighs, her-arms and her chest above the 
quivering globes of her breasts. All around the pink-fleshed gash of Brett's 
open pussy the fiercely whipping man wielded the leather. 

The blonde in the hallway stared at that pink crevice of tender love-flesh. 
It was oozing its molten juices, super-heated with desire, enflamed with the 
blood of rampant lust. The wide-spread legs pulled the outer lips apart, 
revealing palpitating inner petals, a lust-stiffened clitoris and a gaping 
hole of beckoning passion. 

Again the man poised, speaking softly to the girl on the bed, asking her if 
she was all right. She nodded, smiling up at him with saliva dripping lips 
that revealed the mad ecstasy with which she was receiving the painful 
blows. Her eyes were narrow slits of passion as she opened her mouth to 
speak. 

"Whip my cunt!" Jane heard the girl say. "Whip my cunt good, Early. C'mon, 
don't be afraid. Whip it!" 

The cop smiled with obvious pleasure and hefted the doubled belt. He took 
careful aim, and as Jane drew back in mortal fear, he lashed heavily 
downward once more. The snapping lash of the belt cut meanly across the 
gaping gash of the hot young cunt, making the juices splash in all 
directions. The blow was met by a screech of pain from the bed, a shrill 
sound that sent cold shivers racing through the blonde's bloodstream. 

Repelled by what she saw, Jane began to back away. She could bear it no 
longer, the sight of the brutal lashing, the ruthlessness of the sadistic 
man, the depravity of the brunette's sensuality. Worst of all, she was 
repelled by the strange sensations that rose from her own hotly wet cunt. 
There was a fiery pleasure at the sight and sounds coming from the bedroom, 
a compulsion to look at it, to be part of it, that ran counter to every 
thought in her head. 

She backed off, eyes still riveted to the burning pussy of the girl on the 
bed. Suddenly, she hit something behind her and felt strong hands steadying 
her. "W-what...." she managed to stammer. 

"S-h-h-h," she heard the soothingly suave voice of her newfound lover behind 
her. It was Ralph. "I came to see if you were okay," he whispered in a 
sensuously hushed voice. 

"I ... I...." she started to speak, but couldn't. 

"It's all right," he whispered. "S-h-h-h." His hands were reassuring on her 
arms. "We don't want them to hear us out here. They'll know you've been 
evesdropping. C'mon." 

Half-willingly, she let herself be led away from the doorway. Then she 
realized that Ralph was leading her away from the safety of the living room. 
She began to resist, pulling against his firm yet gentle grip. They were 
going down the hallway into a darkened area, where the black rectangle of an 
open doorway inevitably led to another bedroom. 

She started to enter, then stopped. He was behind her, and she pressed her 
ripe young body against his. The heat of his own body stopped her. She could 
feel the fiery hardness of his cock, pressing outward from within his pants. 
She wanted to move, but couldn't. She felt the steamy steel of his cock, 
half-wedging between the globes of her soft-fleshed backside, and the 
feeling sent thrills coursing upward through her body. 

Uncontrollably, she found herself twisting and inching her pear-shaped 
backside against his heated flanks, inviting the pulsatingly twitching tool 
to sink ever deeper between the hot halves of her ass. Even through the 
cloth of his pants and her skirt, the sensation of his rock-like weapon 
aroused her passion. 

Mechanically she let him urge her forward, into a darkened room that soon 
was subtly lit from the light of one dim lamp. All the while she protested, 
murmuring her objections, wishing she could regain possession of herself and 
resist him. She found herself being led to the large bed, lifted bodily and 
laid upon it. She nearly swooned at the sensation of helplessness as Ralph's 
strong arms hefted her and set her down as light as a feather on the bed. 

He was quickly beside her, the hulking strength of his manly physique 
overwhelming her by its presence. She felt small and weakly helpless, nearly 
hypnotized by his erotically masculine scent. She wanted to get up off the 
bed, out of the pad and downstairs to leave the building, but she knew she 
hadn't the will to do that. She felt she was at the mercy of this potent 
presence, hoping against hope that he wasn't the kind of man his friend 
Early was. 

A vision of the naked brunette in the next room flashed into her frenzied 
mind. How could the girl enjoy such humiliation? How could she thrill to the 
brutal pain inflicted by the dominating brute? Her own heart was violently 
raging as she looked up at the mountain of robust man above her, looming 
like some unconquerable fortress atop a craggy outcropping of granite. 

"Relax," he crooned in a deeply mellifluous voice. His tones were 
hypnotically deep, soothingly suave. "Rest your head back. I don't want to 
hurt you. I only want to open you up to pleasure." 

"I ... I want to" she managed. 

"It's so easy," he cooed warmly. "You came alive in my arms down on the 
couch. You can do it. I know." He ran a soothing hand over her brow, smiling 
lovingly down at her as he did so. Then he caressed her upper arm, warming 
her sensuously. 

"I don't think it's right," she said weakly, feeling helplessly feeble as he 
touched her. "What Brett was doing in there ... it's not right." 

Ralph chuckled knowingly. "It's right if she enjoys it. And she certainly 
seemed to be turned on,Jane." 

The youthful blonde was at a loss for a reply. The lascivious brunette had 
fallen prey to a weird depravity, to a frightfully unnatural act, and as the 
mesmerizingly soothing hands of the manly form looming over her smoothed and 
caressed her flesh, she wondered if the traitorous urges within her would 
lead her down the same path? 

Ralph's hands were moving down her bosom, and she sensed he was flicking 
open each button of her blouse. She rose to stop him, but he bent forward to 
place a hotly wet kiss on her soft-lipped mouth. She froze, paralyzed by the 
power of the kiss. She felt him pushing her backwards, but she was stopped 
by a powerful forearm that had been slipped in behind her, and she found 
herself defenseless in the cradle of his muscular limbs. 

Her blouse was soon open, and then it was pulled over her bare shoulders and 
down to her slimly female waist. Ralph's great head swooped like an 
avaricious bird, landing with moist kisses on her bosom as it bulged 
enticingly over the top of her lacy white bra. Her bouncing flesh gave way 
to his forceful mournings, as he pressed his face into the breasts, the 
shoulders and then the arms of the languorous girl. All she wanted to do now 
was sink back into oblivious sleep, trusting his gentlemanly instincts to 
preserve her last vestiges of decency. 

She stared down the length of her own body as his face came away from her 
skin. His hands moved like scurrying animals, unbuttoning her skirt at the 
side, sliding it smoothly over the girlish roundness of her hips. Her 
half-slip soon followed, and then her blouse was torn the rest of the way 
off. She was lying in her diaphanous white bra and panties, as Ralph's busy 
hands hurriedly stripped away shoes and pantyhose. 

"Ralph...." she begged in a barely audible little voice. "Please." 

He did not seem to hear her. Perhaps she was so insignificant that he 
wouldn't deign to acknowledge her pleas. He had bent way over to bestow a 
moist kiss on her ankle, then trace a path of wetly heated mouthings up the 
length of one leg to the crotch of her panties. The cloth was already 
dampened with desire, heated through with the cravings of a hotly trembling 
pussy. Her cunt called out for relief, but Jane did not wish to be guided by 
the urges of her traitorous body. She wanted to retain what last bits of 
control she had over herself. 

The planting of the first of a series of flaming kisses squarely on the 
seething center of her panty-clad cunt put an end to her final hope of 
salvation. A fire-storm of lust ripped upward through her limp body, 
torturing her with an undeniable need to be gratified. She fell back into 
the support of his rock-like arm, giving herself over to whatever fate she 
might be in for. 

"M-mm-m," she heard herself moaning feebly, unable to keep from enjoying the 
oral caresses to the crotch of her panties. "M-o-o-o-re," she heard the moan 
changing into a passionate word of invitation as her lust betrayed her 
better intentions. 

Ralph needed no further words of encouragement. His voracious sexuality took 
over, as he drew his arm out stealthily from behind her and placed one hand 
on each of her hips. Then he buried his face in her vee and kissed 
reverently at the shrine of her cuntal yearnings. Soon his fast-flying 
fingers were at the waistband of her panties, and then the flimsy shield to 
the treasure of her womanly prize was drawn over her softly modeled hips. 
She gave in to him and raised her ass off the sheet, allowing the panties to 
be drawn down the length of her body. 

She stared down after them, watching her full nakedness come into view. Her 
sparse bush of golden pubic hair rose like a miniature caterpillar, parted 
to show a hint of the marvelous pussy beneath. Already the lusciously 
coral-hued lips, slightly puffy with passion and encircled by fine strands 
of satiny blonde hair peeked out at her. She watched as Ralph gazed from her 
naked cunt to the firm pillars of her thighs, along the leanly tapering legs 
to her trim ankles and daintily female feet. 

"Oh Ralph," she started to beg, but the searing touch of his wet lips to her 
up-pointed big toe silenced her with its sincerely reverent contact. He 
kissed swiftly up the leg he had neglected, brushed teasingly over the bush 
of her young cunt, then kissed up to the bra-clad breasts. Suddenly, he tore 
the garment in two where it narrowed between her mammoth mounds of breast 
flesh, then ripped it off and tossed it away in a frenzy of animal passion. 

He seemed possessed by feral lust as he attacked her quivering tits with 
hotly scurrying fingers and a ravenously hungry mouth. Boilingly hot saliva 
soon coated the smooth white flesh of her bosom, and she could only lie 
back, a prostrate victim of whatever the now fanatical cop had in store for 
her. 

She moved her arms outward in a gesture of submission, accidentally brushing 
the front of his trousers. A red-hot rod of near-molten iron seared a strip 
of the flesh on the back of one hand, and after freezing for an instant, she 
moved willfully for it. She gripped the hard rod with her avaricious 
fingers, feeling the tensile strengh and thrilling to the burning 
temperature. All will to resist vanished, and she longed for the feel of 
that giant tool in the passion-scorched tunnel of her love-starved pussy. 
"Oh Ralph," she moaned. "Take me!" The over-eager man sprung into action. He 
went to the nightstand, opened a door in the front and whipped out some 
leather wristcuffs with a pile of brass chain attached. He grabbed one of 
Jane's wrists and stretched it to the bedpost where he slapped the leather 
strap about it, secured it with a snap and rigged it quickly to the post. 
Before the youthful blonde could cry out or protest, he went to her ankle 
and chained it hurriedly to the post at the foot of the bed. The other ankle 
was soon similarly secured, as he scurried around the foot of the bed. 
Moving up the other side, he took her last free limb, wrapped it securely in 
leather of softly sensuous thickness and then chained it fast to the upper 
bedpost. 

Jane's mouth was agape with surprise, her heart racing with fear. She stared 
up at Ralph, saw him quickly strip off his shirt, then lower his pants and 
step out of them. He stood for a time in just his white Jockey briefs, his 
burgeoning tool a strugglingly active lump in the front. He was surveying 
his handiwork. Then he took the elastic waistband of his underpants in the 
fingers of both hands and slowly stripped them over his lean hips. A massive 
monster of menacing girth sprang into view. A hugely hairy ball sac, full 
with anxious come, sat tightly drawn beneath the foot, which emerged from 
the fullest patch of pubic fur she had ever imagined. The shaft was long and 
upward bowed, thick and criss-crossed with fine blue veins, a necessarily 
stout lance, big enough to carry the gargantuan head that loomed and bobbed 
in the subtly lit air of the bedroom. Hypnotically, the bound woman stared 
at the bulbously ballooned, wide-tlanged cock-head that crowned the biggest 
cock the quivering girl had ever imagined. It was a rod that surpassed even 
the monster Early had flaunted before the brunette in the adjacent bedroom. 

"Please don't," she shouted to the lust-fevered man who stood iron-like 
before her. "Please." 

She was at his mercy. If she screamed for help, who could come to her aid? 
Her vulnerability sent cold waves of panic through her body, raising 
goose-bumps all along her tender flesh. No one would come if she screamed. 
Brett was as tightly bound as she was, and Ralph's friend was no ally of 
hers. The predicament made her throat go dry. 

Yet, that was not what bothered her the most. In a sickening instant of 
self-realization, Jane Washington understood that her body longed for the 
throbbing cock that loomed over her. Her pussy was awash with boiling fluid, 
and her heart pounded with fiery anticipation. She wanted to be at Ralph's 
mercy. Heaven help her, but she wanted to be screwed by that mighty fucking 
piston. 

A strange sense of hopelessness descended on the girl. She knew she would 
never muster the strength of mind to resist this man. An image of her 
ex-husband popped once again into her consciousness. Somehow she imagined 
for a brief instant that W. Wallace Washington III was rushing into the room 
to save her. It was a ridiculous wish. She was all alone in the world now. 
Even if her former husband could be there, he would probably just enjoy her 
pain and horror. 

And what could he do against two tough cops? What could anyone do? There was 
certainly nothing the weak girl could hope to achieve against them. She was 
trapped, hopelessly trapped. Now she would have to submit to the brutality 
of Ralph Inglestorm. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jane looked up as the policeman stood powerfully over her. His body was like 
that of a Greek god, perfectly proportioned and thickly muscled. He looked 
like a plaster cast of a statue of Apollo she had once seen in an art 
museum. Yet, this was no benevolent god. This was a diabolical man, a 
maniac. 

"Please!" she managed to say. "Don't do anything to me. I didn't mean what I 
said." 

"You said 'take me,' " Ralph replied. "You know what you want, but you can't 
admit it. I'm going to bring all of the desire out in you. I'm going to give 
you what you want, everything you ever dreamed of." 

"No," she pleaded. "N-o-o-o-o." 

The monster of a man just laughed. Jane felt she had one more chance. She 
could appeal to the man as an officer of the law. He was supposed to protect 
people, not harm them. 

"Don't do it," she gasped. "It's rape. If you do it I'll report you. You'll 
lose your job." 

She saw his grin drop, and he looked angry more than scared. She realized 
she had said a dangerous thing. This man could kill her. He was a cop. He 
had a gun. He and his evil friend could murder her, put her corpse in her 
car and drive her out into the desert, never to be seen or heard from again. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she groaned. "I didn't mean that." The angry young cop moved 
stealthily towards the tightly bound blonde, making her squirm desperately 
in her bonds. She pulled impetuously at the chains, finding them solidly 
unyielding in their firmness. Then, frustrated in her panic-stricken need to 
escape, she fell back tearfully and turned her head to stare up at the 
unavoidably oncoming mountain of manly muscle. The cop stood menacingly over 
her for some time, his hands on his hips, the blood-pulsing shaft of his 
hard cock wavering threateningly over her face. 

Ralph gazed up and down the length of her limply nubile body, a smile of 
lusty satisfaction creasing his handsome young face. He stopped as his 
vision focused on her breasts, youthfully ripe, quivering wantonly with her 
fearful trembling. Then he began to lower his body towards her, aiming his 
lust-tightened face at her quivering breasts. 

Jane stiffened in terror as the thickly full, spit-moistened lips of the 
sensuous attacker neared the upthrust nipples of her plump young breasts. 

His hungry mouth opened slowly, and his slithering tongue could be seen 
peeking wetly from the hot cavern. Then his lips made a scintillating 
contact with her taut nipple, upstanding in the middle of a passion-puffed 
aureola of pink-tinged flesh. 

"Don't," she cautioned weakly, managing to summon just enough strength to 
speak one word. Her body was tingling in anticipation of the electrically 
charged contact she knew was about to come. 

"You have such beautiful breasts," her lover murmured, his eyes rigidly 
fixed to the quivering nubbin. 

Then his face lowered, and the passion inflated nipple was consumed by 
Ralph's over-anxious lips. He pressed the lively tit between them, rolling 
it about, increasing and then decreasing the pressure to apply the most 
stimulating impulses. The young blonde squirmed hotly on the sweat-soaked 
sheet as a jolt of electric energy blistered through her feeble body. The 
touch of his softly wet lips to her little tit filled her body with 
unwelcomed desires, and she turned her head away from him in a vain attempt 
to stem the surging tide of her passions. 

"O-h-h-h," she heard herself moan, her voice seeming to originate with some 
strange person at a remotely distant place. 

The cop's greedy mouth was all over her tender young tits now, kissing and 
licking and lapping away. He ran the pointed tip of his ravenous tongue over 
the passion-erected nipple, around and around the hotly puffed aureola, then 
all over the fully rounded hemisphere of spongy soft breast flesh. His 
overeager face pressed hard into the pillowy comfort of the mammary, and his 
hands joined force to knead and massage the now willing globe of her boob. 

All the tension slid out of the supple body of Jane. She gave in, ceased her 
struggling and let her muscles go limp. She did not want to feel the 
pleasure that surged through every fiber of her being. Yet, how could she 
avoid a womanly response to the busy hands and mouth of her determined 
lover? He was now nipping lightly at the soft flesh of her breast, moving 
his talented teeth closer to the center of the massively shivering sphere. 
They were rapidly given nips, light flickings of the teeth that stimulated 
and aroused the girl involuntarily. Passion fluttered in her bosom despite 
the efforts of her will. 

Ralph nipped his way to her strongly aroused nipple, took the entire little 
finger of pleasure between his teeth and gently pressed. A thrill of delight 
shot through the girl's body, warming her cunt and turning it wetter than it 
had been. She was helpless, at the mercy of the menacing man who bent over 
her and stimulated her sexually. What could she do, bound and helpless as 
she was? 

Her temperature soared as her nipple responded to the ministrations of the 
masterly lover. She was rapidly being carried to a state of ecstasy. 

"O-h-h-h," she groaned, the warmth from her breast spreading throughout her 
limpid body. "D-o-o-n't," she pleaded half-heartedly. 

"You'll love it, Jane," the sweaty-faced man whispered as he looked up from 
her lust-swollen breast. "You're a woman, Jane, and you'll love it." 

She lifted her head to glance at him briefly, then let it fall back to the 
pillow once more and list over to the side away from him. If she were to be 
ravaged, she did not want to see it. If her voluptuous character were to be 
brought out by this lecherous cop, she did not want to be a part of it. She 
shut her eyes tightly, tensed her muscles again, vowed to fight off the warm 
feelings that threatened to envelope her and immerse her in a sea of fiery 
passion. 

She felt the moistly hot lips of the man again, this time bestowing a gentle 
caress just below her breast. His mouth opened hotly, pressed more 
forcefully into her flesh and began a trail of kisses aimed downward along 
her torso. She tried to focus her attention on something distant, something 
remote from her own body, but she could not. An image of his handsome face 
formed in her mind's eye, kissing her flesh, wetting the skin along her flat 
stomach with the saliva of his aroused lust. 

Her head tossed angrily from side to side, then jerked upward as her eyes 
came unglued. She stared down at the man and his progress. Oh no, she 
thought as she saw the trail his kisses were taking. His frenzied mouth was 
leading him determinedly downward to her blonde-haired mound, to the seat of 
her blazing passion. She saw him kiss wetly over the fine-haired line that 
pointed like an arrow to the thicker nest of golden-hued pubic fur. 

Then his mouth was lost in the blonde hairs, and the chill of fear in her 
young loins turned hot with desire. She watched as his sensuous lips 
burrowed inward, felt the first wet touch of his tongue-tip on her inner 
lips. 

"Don't!" she screamed, but it was no use. Her plea fell on the deaf ears of 
a man consumed by fiery passion. 

Suddenly he plunged his rampaging tongue inward, the full length and thick 
breadth of the animal-like thing driving through the protection of her 
cunt-lips to fill the narrow burrow of her girlish snatch. In and out the 
tongue plummeted, ravenously raping her tightly constricted cuntal cavity. 
She tensed for all she was worth, fighting off not only the invading man's 
tongue, but her own building excitation as well. She did not want to give in 
to this depraved form of lovemaking and she did not want to yield herself up 
to the thrill of its deceitful delight. 

She balled her fists tightly, pulling against the tug of the brass chain, 
wriggling her wrists to try to free them from the thick bands of leather. 
She knew that Ralph was a demon now. How could he rape her cuntal flesh with 
his tongue like this? It was wrong. Several times her ex-husband had 
suggested it, and she had always been repelled. How could a human being 
conceive of anything so depraved and unnatural? 

She knew it would serve no purpose to scream for help or implore him to 
stop. Instead, she just gritted her tightly clenched teeth and prayed that 
it would soon be over with, begged herself not to feel what was happening, 
not to be overwhelmed with heatedly sensuous feelings. 

Ralph was lapping madly at the interior walls of her sopping pussy, gorging 
her steaming cunt with the flaccid fullness of his tongue. He was slurping 
loudly, lapping up her juices and swallowing them greedily. His finger-like 
tongue searched out and located her lust-stiffened clitoris, then began 
flicking frantically at the tingling organ of female pleasure. 

"E-e-e-e-e!" she heard herself shriek, as the hotly throbbing little clit 
betrayed her with its mad need to be caressed. High voltage charges of 
emotional electricity transmitted from the titillated clit raced up the 
nerve wires of her body and electrified every muscle. Unwillingly she felt 
the surges of heat as womanly pleasure, and she redoubled her efforts to 
ward off the feelings. She tightened her fists, narrowed her tightly 
resisting cuntal tunnel. Ralph went on unimpeded, his mania propelling him 
to lave her cunt violently despite the constrictions of her muscles. 

After a long time during which the young girl held her breath with supreme 
effort, the temporarily satisfied lover lifted his moist face from her muff. 
She seized the opportunity to clamp her cunt shut with renewed 
determination. She would not yield willingly. She would not go along with 
him. 

"You're some woman," he said appreciatively, after he had time enough to 
regain his own breath. "You have it in you to give a man great pleasure, and 
yourself too," he added as the hot muskiness of her cunt wafted up to her 
nostrils. 

"You beast!" she spat at him. "You're supposed to uphold the law!" 

He laughed, pinched her on the thigh, then returned his face to the furry 
center of her womanly passion. Painstakingly he spread the thickly 
blood-gorged outer lips, then the petal-like pink inner ones. Jane resisted, 
but the overpowering officer forced his probing tongue deeply within her 
defensively clenched pussy. The golden fringed cuntal lips stood gaping open 
for her to see, as she stared forlornly down the length of her sex ravaged 
body. 

Gluttonously the beastly man probed away in her tongue-filled cunt, 
searching for some magical spot that would release all her latent desire. 
She was lying back again, too stunned to react with tears. She surrendered 
unwillingly to his advances now, admitting physical defeat. She could do 
nothing to stop his depraved probing of her roughly violated pussy, but she 
did not have to be an emotional part of it. She could lie back, hoping he 
would be done with her quickly. 

Ralph was too skillful a lover for that. He was patiently exploring the 
inner pit of her warmly slick pussy. He worked meticulously in search of 
that certain spot, that special application of some ideal technique that 
would send her spiraling into ecstasy. She knew that he was seeking a way to 
turn her on completely, to make her join in with him in a climb towards 
ultimate physical pleasure. 

She tried to ignore what was happening down there. The careful 
investigations of the tip of his hotly hardened tongue was a never-ending 
reminder that she could at any moment be drawn into the despicable pleasure 
of unnatural passion. Try as she might, she could not put that tongue out of 
her mind. It impinged on every thought she tried to place in its way as an 
obstacle. She could not roadblock her own sensuality. Again and again, the 
focus of her attention was drawn to the interior of her own cunt, where the 
educated tongue of the brilliant lover was finding areas of sensitivity she 
had not known to exist. 

Mercilessly the tantalizing tongue burrowed into her deep cavern. Ruthlessly 
it forced its way into every cranny of her now-dilated passion pit. The 
hotly flowing little cunt was alive with sensation, freshly felt sensations 
that produced a euphoria in her foggy brain. Never before had she felt 
anything like it. At no time in the long year of her married life had she 
been elevated to so high a plane of ecstatic delight. 

Suddenly, the pointed tongue-tip hit a well concealed spot deep within the 
swelteringly love-starved channel of her widespread cunt. It was a spot that 
Wally had sometimes accidentally hit with the blunt head of his rampaging 
prick when he fucked her selfishly. It had occasionally driven her upward to 
a sudden peak of passion, one that had been allowed to dissipate in the 
subsequent random thrustings of his thoughtless love-making. 

Ralph seemed to sense the magic that he had located, and he used it 
wickedly, tickling the tiny spot again and again with the snake-like tip of 
his rapacious tongue. Jane felt her traitorous loins lurch up to meet his 
down-pressing face, so anxious was she to receive more powerful 
ministrations to that special spot. She was amazed and shocked at her own 
sudden shift in behavior, as her whole body arched upward to join her 
animalistic lover in the satisfaction of their primal lust. 

She was lifting her loins in rhythm now, vibrating like a human piston to 
help thrust his tongue more deeply into her sweltering cavern. She yanked 
and jerked vehemently on the restraining chains as her whole lithe body 
leaped off the sopping sheet. Her pleasure mound was arched to a new height 
as she threw it upward into Ralph's grinding face. 

He responded, seizing her hips forcefully with his powerful hands and using 
the full weight of his athletic body to drive his hard tongue downward into 
the pulsating pit of her passion-drenched pussy. He pistoned his burgeoning 
tongue in and out of her hotly flowing little cunt, pressing the fully 
blossomed cuntal lips to exciting flatness. In and out of her cunt he drove 
his powerful tongue, squeezing her buttocks with his hands now, as he slid 
them under her to support her rapidly jumping body. 

"O-h-h-h-h!" she groaned in frenzied pleasure, as delirium swept frenziedly 
over her. A galactic upheaval took place that shook her whole frame, 
spinning her mind upward in meteoric explosions of passion. Her voluptuously 
shivering white thighs pressed together around his handsomely chiseled head 
and her rapturous body bucked and heaved as spasm after spasm of orgasmic 
pleasure rolled over her. "I'm coming!" she heard herself shout 
involuntarily, as her lithe body leaped to accept the vibrant licking of the 
lust-crazed tongue. 

They were bucking and shaking in concert now, the powerful cop up on his 
knees, the passionate woman's lithe body arched as high as the restraining 
chains would permit. He was supporting her under her ass, clutching each 
firmly molded buttock in a ravenously greedy hand. He pushed her whole lower 
body up to meet his face, shoving his sweaty face downward to force his 
tongue as far into her sweltering pleasure slot as it could possibly go. 

Jane was lurching her lust-activated loins upward to fill them with his 
meaty tongue. She wanted his appendage deep within the warmly slippery 
depths of her belly. Her fevered cunt drew his tongue inward, heaving madly 
and flexing rhythmically to enhance the pleasure for both of them. Her whole 
traitorous body had given in to passion and was moving with every fiber to 
engulf the frenzied face that forced inward to the gratefully accepting 
walls of her pussy. 

"O-h-h-h!" she moaned sensuously. Her mouth was hanging open, her loose 
tongue flopping wetly outward as her breath expelled in a hoarse groan. 
"U-h-h-h-h!" she rasped uncontrollably, her tumultuous emotions overwhelming 
her rapidly diminishing desire to withstand the torrents of pleasure that 
washed over her. 

Again and again and again the skillfully deft tongue of her talented lover 
hit the tender spot that sent shivers of ecstatic fire flashing throughout 
her body. He attacked relentlessly, hefting her marvelously rounded hips and 
kneading the curvaceously carved butt-cheeks as he licked ruthlessly in the 
helpless girl's sweet young honeypot. She worked her sensuously responding 
loins into his hot face, rotating her supple young hips to grind ever more 
thrilling spasm of pleasure from her traitorous body. 

"I'm coming now!" she shrieked. "Oh, I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm 
co-o-o-o-ming!!!" 

Her whole frame vibrated with the power of the orgasm that shook her being. 
Her mind blasted off into an outer space filled with many-colored stars and 
vibrantly hued comets, streaking this way and that, dancing and exploding 
and showering colored sparks. She had not known anything like it in her life 
before. This was a higher plane than any to which she had previously 
climbed. This was far greater than any pleasure W. Wallace Washington III 
had given her. This was much more thrilling than the pleasure she gave 
herself in the motel stall shower. This was the supreme delight of the young 
woman's existence, and she knew that she could never keep herself from it 
again. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned as jolt after jolt of electric current hit her body. 
She sighed passionately as one hot surge after another of pleasurable 
electricity hit her from the direction of her traitorous cunt. Again and 
again that uncontrollable organ shot showers of heated sparks that coursed 
through her lust-maddened body. Incredibly beautiful sensations poured out 
from the fiery font of her passion scorched little pussy. 

Only very gradually did the sensations begin to die down, as Ralph lowered 
her desperately wriggling loins to the sweat-soaked sheet. He drew out his 
hands from beneath her deliciously proportioned behind and began to caress 
her inner thighs. She pressed them automatically together, gently clamping 
on his face, cuddling him in the ivory warmths of her flanks. He stayed like 
that, finishing her with the last flicking touches of his tongue, relishing 
the sensuous pressure of her thighs. 

She lay back exhausted, still enjoying the vibrant afterglow that pervaded 
her languorous body. She lay there breathing heavily, feeling the soothing 
sensations that rippled upward from her slowly relaxing cunt. "M-mm-m," she 
moaned lazily, enjoying the warm after-feelings of love. 

She had given up all pretense of resistance and was wallowing in the 
musk-scented heat of her mesmerized state. She lay like that for some time, 
only vaguely aware that the obscenely flicking tongue was no longer at work 
in the hotly wet depths of her pussy. She felt totally fulfilled, cruelly 
ravaged but finally gratified. Every fiber and nerve ending in her body was 
limp and played out. She was sweat-soaked and enfeebled, a carcass of sultry 
happiness. 

What had happened to her? Jane lay there trying to fathom it, then 
understanding and trying to push it out of her mind. She had enjoyed the 
vicious rape by the sadistic cop's mouth. She had thrilled to every liquid 
movement of his rapacious tongue. She understood now that there was 
something perverted and dangerous in herself, something perhaps more 
dangerous to her sanity than the powerful police officer who held her 
captive. 

What debasement would he subject her to next, and how would she react to it. 
She held back the tears as the possibilities filtered through her mind. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It had been a harrowing experience for the girl, and when she heard the 
softly padded footsteps of the man named Ralph Inglestorm leaving the room, 
it was with the greatest relief. She would have some respite now, and maybe 
when he came back all he would do would be to release her. She hardly dared 
to think it, so hopeful was she that she had undergone the worst of her 
torture. 

She lay back in total relaxation, letting her lithely supple young body 
recuperate from the first onslaught. She dared not open her eyes, for fear 
that the man might still be standing over her. Maybe the sound of his 
footfalls leaving the room had been just wishful thinking. Why had she 
surrendered to him so easily? True, he was a strong young cop and could 
easily have overpowered her, but why didn't she make some effort anyway? 

Then she heard his footsteps once more, re-entering the room, and the next 
thing she knew she was hearing the sound of chains. 

Opening her languorous eyes, she saw Ralph unwinding the brass links from 
her right ankle. When that was done he quickly freed her left, his hands 
working expertly and swiftly. He strode to the head of the large bed and 
undid the catches on the thick leather cuff that imprisoned her wrist, then 
walked all around the bed and freed her remaining hand. She drew her aching 
arms downward and rubbed the wrists briskly to restore the circulation. 

"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. 

She didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer. As her senses returned to 
her, she began to feel resentment towards him for what he had done. He had 
thrilled her all right, but he had taken her unwillingly, and that was 
unforgiveable to her. She had believed he was a gentleman, and he had 
schemingly deceived her. 

"You sure as hell came like crazy," he said with awe in his voice. He 
reached a hand out to her and she pulled it away. He laughed, then patted 
her on a naked shoulder. "Yes, you sure came something fierce. I don't 
believe I've ever seen anything quite like it." 

She felt suddenly overwhelmed by shame. She had behaved like an animal. All 
human restraint had left her, and she had given into animal instincts. Worse 
than that, she had enjoyed a degenerate activity that no animal could even 
have conceived of. She had given in, not only to the strong-willed man, but 
to her own sick inner yearnings. It was perverse, unnatural, but she had 
enjoyed it, and it was this fact that made her hate herself. 

She went on rubbing her wrists, feeling the blood return painfully. He saw 
what she was doing and let the heavy chains fall to the nightstand with a 
clank. He was still naked. 

"I just might use these again," he said with a lurid grin. "Bondage turns 
you on, Jane. Just like it turns Brett on. The two of you are really into 
it." 

She didn't know what he was talking about and couldn't be sure he wasn't 
joking. He had that sly grin on his face, that boyish grin that previously 
she had liked so much. 

"I'm not into anything you're into," she said petulantly, drawing her hands 
guardingly over breasts and cunt. "You're a beast, Ralph." 

He laughed as he sat on the bed beside her, giving her thigh a loud slap. 
His monstrous cock was temporarily flaccid, hanging long and dangling. His 
attitude was one of levity, as if what had just taken place was the most 
ordinary event possible. To him it was just another evening's entertainment. 
Jane could see that. She was suddenly angry at him. He must have planned it 
from the start. He must have done scenes like this with other innocent girls 
he stopped in his patrol car. He had fooled her into thinking he was a 
gentleman. 

"I ... I don't know what to say to you," she began. "What you did was 
cruel." 

"Was it?" he replied sincerely. "You enjoyed yourself, didn't you? You 
needed to open up, Jane. Since you left that guy, what was his name, 
Wallace? Since you left him, Jane, you've been in a shell. He was a bad 
influence on you. He didn't draw out your sexuality." Jane had made the 
mistake of talking about her divorce with Ralph at the Desert Club. 

"And you're a good influence?" she asked sarcastically. "By ... by throwing 
me on a bed, putting me in chains and ... and doing that to me?" 

He leaned over and placed a soothing hand on her upper arm, then began to 
caress her fine flesh. She started to draw away, but something gentle in him 
restrained her. He placed the other hand on her far shoulder and began to 
rub both her arms pleasantly. He was smiling again, seeming to have returned 
to his gentle self. 

"I want you to be happy," he said to her. "I've met a lot of girls like you. 
You're a seething volcano under the surface, yet you keep yourself in check. 
There's no reason for it. You have a lot of years of life ahead of you, and 
they ought to be good years." 

He bent forward so that his face was close enough to hers for her to feel 
the hot moistness of his breath on her lips. She found herself involuntarily 
pursing them, reaching outward for the magical contact. He reciprocated and 
their softly full lips met. His mouth parted and slid hotly over hers, while 
her tongue snaked ravenously outward to explore the inner depths of his 
mouth. 

There was something she genuinely liked about this man. Perhaps it was his 
Strength, so very like Wally's when she first met her ex-husband. Or maybe 
it seemed that despite the way he had just ravished and humiliated her, 
there was something fine beneath it all, something valuable that her former 
husband lacked. One thing about Ralph, he knew how to please a woman. He 
didn't take her selfishly. Even now, he had not had an orgasm, and the 
pressure to release his come-filled balls must be terrific. 

Instead of seizing her, he approached her slowly and sensuously, wetting her 
hungry mouth with his saliva and warming her for more action. She knew that 
he was again building towards sex, and a vision of his thick cock ravaging 
her tender young cunt filled her mind. Already her traitorous body was 
responding, her succulent cunt growing liquid with her imagined fantasy. 

The thought of being fucked by this crazy cop frightened her, but she wasn't 
repelled. Perhaps what he had done before had softened her to the normal way 
of sex. Jane had never let Wally Washington suck her cunt, even when they'd 
been married for over six months. Now it had happened, and she felt somehow 
base and worthless. She was nothing now but a common whore anyway, the way 
she had writhed and moaned and begged for more when his thirstily gulping 
mouth had drained her moistly spewing cuntal cavity. She was as animalistic, 
as depraved, as totally debased as he was, and what would it add if he 
shoved his mighty stalk into her no-longer-resisting little pussy? 

She fell back limply as his mouth continued to pressure her own, filling it 
with boilingly hot liquid fire, arousing a passion within her that was 
echoed in her tits, her loins and her achingly warm cunt. She was climbing 
towards sensuality once more, gradually moving upwards towards sexual bliss. 

His tongue moved into her mouth, and it was then that a pungent new flavor 
sent a sudden shock wave of erotic delight rippling through her body. What 
was that delicious flavor? Then it occurred to her. She was tasting the 
liquid sexuality of her own moistly seeping cunt. Ralph had lapped up her 
juices, and the taste was still on her tongue. Now, for the first time in 
her life she tasted sex itself. 

The flavor flamed in her mouth, rolled waves of glowing warmth through her 
chest and out to her hardening nipples. It was a raw primal taste, an 
animalistic flavor as pungent as any sauce a chef could prepare and gamier 
by far than any food she had ever savored. The knowledge that the taste of 
her own sexuality thrilled her came home to her with a paralyzing effect. 
What manner of woman was she? She asked herself that in the deepest reaches 
of her mind. 

Meanwhile, the erotic shock wave of lava heat had flowed down to her pussy, 
her voraciously lust-seeking pit of primitive passion. She could feel the 
same hot juices collecting down there that caught on the end of her tongue 
and aroused her latent sexual senses. She was awestruck by the whole new 
world of sensuality into which she had suddenly been dropped. 

Who was she? What was she? Was she some kind of deranged animal that thinks 
only of its own physical pleasure? She could not know. She was only vaguely 
aware as the hot lips of her newfound lover left hers and a cool breeze 
wafted across her moistened mouth. Gradually her eyes came open, and she saw 
the naked form of Ralph Inglestorm. 

He was climbing onto the bed, climbing over her. But he was not assuming the 
usual position of a lover. He had placed one foot on each side of her chest 
and was squatting over her bosom. His massively huge cock was trembling as 
it rose, and the musky smell of maleness filled her senses. On her lips, 
there was still the taste of her own pungent sexuality, and now the velvety 
smooth knob of Ralph's implacably determined prick inched stealthily towards 
her quivering lips. 

Could this be happening to her? Was the hard cock-head of this brutal man 
actually inches from her tender lips? She froze in horror. She had heard 
about this too, and it had even been suggested one time by Wally. She knew 
that some people did it like this, enjoyed sex in this weirdly perverted 
way. Nothing was beyond the imagination of this cruel cop. He had used his 
mouth on her genitals, so why would he refrain from sinking to the perverted 
depths of forcing her to use her lips on his cock? 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"You're going to like this, she heard Ralph say. 

"No-o-o-o-o!" she heard herself scream, and she understood it both as a 
protest and a denial. She didn't want him to invade her mouth with the 
rigidly monstrous stalk of his hard cock, and she didn't want to believe 
that cocksucking was a thing she could ever enjoy. 

"Women always dig it," Ralph leered. "They're afraid of doing it at 
first-they think it's not nice-but once they've done it, they come back 
again and again. Don't be afraid of choking on my come. If I shoot off down 
your throat, just swallow it like whipped cream. You'll be like a happy 
kitten, lapping up all my nice sweet cream." 

"No-o-o-o-o," she heard herself bellow. 

This was a deviation she could not accept. It was beyond belief. Was this 
actually happening to her, to Jane Washington, or was this some incredible 
nightmare? Maybe she would wake up in a few seconds, wake up in bed at her 
mother's house in that distant city that had been her goal when she set out 
in the car, so full of hope for a new life away from Wally. 

She closed her eyes and shook her head in an attempt to wake herself up, but 
when she opened her eyes all she could see was the blunt-faced head of the 
policeman's thickly lustful cock. It was a fantastic sight at that angle, as 
close as she was to it. She had never seen a cock that close, never having 
permitted her husband to do anything like this. The young blonde stared up 
in fascinated horror at the spongy head of the approaching cock. Her mouth 
went dry at the sight, but she could not move. It was as if the gentle 
wavering of the long stalk had a mesmerizing effect. Like the approach of a 
ravenous rattler, the snake-like thing slithered ever closer to her 
quivering lips. 

She stared at the tiny slit in the bluntly turgid head, a beckoning 
miniature mouth on the bland face of the silkily smooth knob of masculine 
love-flesh. Her face had never been anywhere near this close to her 
ex-husband's prick, and the sight paralyzed her. Nearer and nearer the 
blood-engorged head of the steel-hard pecker edged toward her fear-frozen 
face. 

Then she saw a tiny pearlescent drop of pre-come fluid ooze suddenly from 
that mouth-like aperture in the center of the great glans. A tingle of 
excitement went through her at the sight. It was a nearly transparent 
droplet, a single jewel of sexual liquid, suspended like a pearl-drop 
earring, catching the subtle light of the lamp. For some oddly haunting 
reason, Jane felt an urge to slide her tongue between her wetly soft lips 
and reach out for that fluid droplet. Her lips were already parted, as if by 
some mysterious inner force, and only the trepidation that froze her tongue 
prevented it from darting out for the tiny ornament. 

How could she desire such a perverted thing? How could she ever think of 
such a thing? She was not herself. The heatedly sultry atmosphere of the 
dim-lit bedroom had changed her, and the presence of this stormily 
passionate man had made a temporary alteration in her feelings. Warmth 
spread through her marble flanks, and her breathing grew heavier and more 
rapid. Her heart fluttered as the heady perfume from Ralph's pubic glands 
grew stronger in her nostrils, and still the mammoth mushroom of his 
cock-head came closer. 

Then it stopped. 

There it stood, a rock-like presence, suspended in mid-air, carved to the 
most sensuous dimensions. It glistened a deep-hued purple in the low light, 
and then the single bead of pre-come fluid began to run down its face. In an 
automatic and uncontrollable gesture, Jane stabbed out her tongue and 
speared the bitter liquid. 

It turned the tip of her tongue to fire, filling her mouth with a pungency 
that echoed the taste she had just gotten of her own sexual fluid. At that 
moment she knew she wanted more. She understood that she wanted the whole 
thick knob of that gargantuan cock in her tender little mouth. She knew that 
she wanted the stoutly lengthy stalk to follow, that she desired to have her 
whole hot mouth and greedily deep throat rampaged and violated by Ralph's 
lust-stiffened cock. 

With a sob of abject surrender to her own inner urges, Jane shot her whole 
head off the wet pillow and jerked out her sharp-pointed tongue. The rasping 
appendage licked avariciously at the peehole of the great head, then darted 
all around in circles of growing size, till she had lapped away at the whole 
blunt face of the silk-skinned cock-head. 

Slowly, realization of what she was doing, of what she had unwittingly 
become, bore in on the lovely blonde. A weird mixture of remorse and 
frenzied passion filled her with a raging need to spring into action. What 
difference would it make what she did now? She had sunk to the lowest level 
of human depravity. She was worse than a common street slut. She did these 
things not for needed money, but out of sheer dreadful lust. 

She was filled with a sense of her own worthlessness, with a self-loathing 
she would not have been able to describe. She gave in to her deeply felt 
urges, ovaled her softly moist lips and arched her stiffening neck to take a 
greater portion of the pulsating shaft in her mouth. The high-crowned 
mushroom of his swollen cock-knob filled her warmly wet mouth, and she 
gulped as much of his turgid weapon as she possibly could. 

Ralph could not have been insensitive to the change in her attitude. His 
hands came up and fondled her lovely young head, holding it dearly between 
two hugely warming palms. He shifted his broad loins forward, then lunged 
with a spasmic lurch that slammed the full length of his massively thick 
cock deep into the welcoming depths of her heated throat. The velvety head 
of his cock rammed the fragile tissues of the back of her throat, thrilling 
her with the impact. Then she felt the masterful lover partially withdraw 
his hotly wet stalk, only to return it to its sensual repository with a 
fluidly slick movement. 

He began riding her mouth rhythmically with his thickly turgid dick. In and 
out he pumped, powerfully reaming her willing mouth, rampaging ardently with 
his iron-hard rod. The excitingly filling sensations sent shock waves of 
bliss throughout the young blonde's heaving body. Her heart was battering 
the inner confines of her chest, and rivers of hot sweat poured down her 
slender sides. 

Never before had she known anything like this. 

Her lover was poised on his knees above her face, ramming his 
thickly-pistoning lust-stiffened pecker in and out of her little mouth. The 
sensations filled her face and exploded in her brain, and she thought to 
grasp the sliding prick with her tongue and lips. Ralph must have felt her 
movements and gotten the message, because he gradually slowed the pace of 
his potent stroking till he ground to a halt. 

Then Jane went to work on his pecker. She sucked on the pulsating rod 
voraciously, trying to extract every drop of fluid it held. Ravenously she 
drew inward as pre-come fluid, mixed with salty saliva ran down her throat, 
thrilling her with its pungency. She drew her face off the impaling pole, 
leaving only the bulbous cock-head in her mouth, and then she used her 
tongue to lick all around the thick-rimmed knob. It was like the knob of a 
door handle that filled her gaping mouth, swollen with blood and fiery 
passion. 

She lapped away at it, greedily tasting the various flavors that came off 
the head. She loved the sensuous feeling different parts of the head gave to 
her tongue, the smoothness of the tightly stretched skin, the roughness of 
the high top ridge, the indentation of the tiny pisshole. All over the 
mushroom gland she licked, getting to know each little portion as intimately 
as any part of her own body. 

Then she shot her whole head forward and buried the immensity of the cock in 
her throat, forcing her softly moist lips into the wiry bush of black pubic 
hair that crowned the root of the salaciously skewering probe. The cock was 
brick-hard in her mouth, warm and pulsating, the most fillingly gratifying 
experience she had ever known. 

As she worked her head back and forth, the thick cock moving in and out of 
her suctioning mouth, the realization that she was enjoying this perverted 
act came to her. In the back of her mind, while she went on cock-sucking 
like an experienced old whore, she was horrified at herself. Was this the 
same girl who had awakened in her bed this morning? Could she really be 
doing this, sucking madly on the lust-thickened prick of this strange beast 
of a man? 

She had to admit to herself that she loved what she was doing. She wished 
she could take more of his giant cock in her mouth and down her throat. She 
reached up and seized his cum-filled ball bag. The heaviness of it thrilled 
her, and as she pressed it gently with her fingers she marveled at the 
hugeness of the hard ovals within. She wished her mouth were large enough to 
take in his whole scrotum, both his massive balls along with his thickly 
pistoning cock. 

She ran the sensitive tips of her fingers over the ripplingly wrinkled skin 
of the come-bloated bag of nuts. The thick ridges titillated the flesh of 
her fingers, and she ran them over and over the sac. Then she let her 
fingers roam upward, squirming hotly amidst the wiry hairs of pubic fur. She 
seemed to stir some hot-scented reaction in the skin beneath that black 
hair, for a rich odor of manly musk wafted up to her nose, sending chills of 
delight throughout her body. 

The powerful cop went on reaming the slender girl's face, and as he did so 
his ball bag seemed to relax with the easy steadiness of his regular stroke. 
This made the balls sway with his gentle motion, the fully come-filled 
scrotum banging against her chin as he pressed forward. Jane relished this 
additionally arousing sensation, and she listened for the soft slap of his 
cream-stuffed ball bag on her protruding chin. 

Ralph's hoarse breathing was another tone in the symphony of erotic sounds 
that filled her ears. She could hear the sloughing of her cock-flesh against 
the walls of her wide-stretched mouth, the rhythmic creaking of the bed and 
the whisper of her own breath, exhaled from her nose and rebounded off the 
hair-covered pubic triangle of the big man above her. 

All these sounds hypnotized her, and for a time she felt she was one being 
with Ralph. They were intimately united, welded into a single pleasure 
machine, her part fitting his ideally, big enough to take the girth of his 
rod, tight enough to give them both the excruciatingly delightful friction 
they wanted. 

For a time she thought the man would never come, would never release the 
great quantity of milky hot lava that filled his heavy ball bag to bursting. 
Then she could revel in what he was doing forever. She would spend the rest 
of her days sucking his magnificent cock. 

Then she heard his breathing quicken. It was as if some urgent message had 
shot up from his balls to his brain. His grip tightened on her face, and the 
pace of his pounding grew rapid. He was pistoning her madly now, ramming his 
pole fiercely in and out of her gaping cavity. She knew what that meant. 
From her experience with Wally she knew that he was going to shoot his wad, 
and that a creamy avalanche of bitterly sticky come would cascade into her 
mouth. 

Could she take it? Would she be able to swallow the flood of pungently 
bitter milk that was bound to flow from those over-inflated balls? 

Could she stand the taste, the vile bitterness? Would she be able to hold it 
down if he insisted she swallow his semen? 

Jane did not have long to find out. Suddenly the first pulse of orgasm 
rippled his mighty stalk as it rammed into the roof of her mouth with an 
uncontrollable lurch. Out of the peehole shot the first fiery drops, 
splashing hotly on the battered roof of her girlish mouth, dripping down her 
throat in slimy heat. Then came another spurt, jetting out of the vibrating 
piston of a human flesh pole. Again the spurt hit the roof of the blonde's 
young mouth, filling it and making her gasp. 

She began to choke, reacting against the idea of swallowing a man's come, 
but as the third squirt of hot semen filled her mouth, she got a taste of 
the bitter stuff. Somehow, aroused as she was, the burning cream was like 
sweet syrup, something to be greatly desired. She gulped, feeling the 
accumulated come slide down her throat, and then she gulped again as spurt 
after spurt of long-held male fluid coursed out of the rampaging cock and 
smashed the back of her constricted throat. 

She swallowed repeatedly, working her throat muscles as fast as she could. 
She relished what she was taking, loved what she was drinking down. For the 
first time in her life she tasted come, and she loved it! She wanted to 
swallow every previous drop. The mighty cock spasmed again and again, as 
Ralph gripped her head and plunged away at it. Again and Again Jane's mouth 
was filled with steaming liquid, and repeatedly she gulped it down. 

At last the spasming of the pumping rod died down, and the girl gulped down 
the last of the liquid. As the cock drew slowly from her mouth, a single 
drop was suctioned out, and she felt it trace a steaming trail from the 
corner of her mouth, over her softly puffed lip and down her chin. She was 
dribbling sticky come, a single drop forming a gooey rivulet down to her 
slender neck. 

It made her feel totally ravaged, completely used by the tower of manly 
strength that stood rock-like over her. What strange urge now propelled her 
tongue? She felt it snake out of her mouth in search of the few dribbles of 
hot come that had eluded her. She dipped into the sticky stuff in the corner 
of her mouth and lapped it up. Retrieving most of it, she drew it into her 
mouth, rolled it about on her tongue and then let it melt away to her 
throat. 

She couldn't understand what had come over her. She had been turned into 
some kind of depraved animal. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Jane Washington had sucked cock! 

That one thought burned its way into her seething brain. She had welcomed 
the rampagingly determined cock-head of the brutal police officer into her 
virgin mouth, and she had enjoyed every second of it. She had licked up his 
come, even when it had not been necessary. She had swallowed it as if it 
were Karo syrup. 

She lay there in a sweet stupor, half-horrified, half relishing the 
depravity of it all. She was a prisoner, and she had no choice. Whatever had 
been done to her had been forced upon her. That was the beauty of bondage. 
She understood that now. She had been deprived of freedom, but in the 
process she had been deprived of the need to exercise her restraint. 

There she lay, wondering what Ralph was going to do to her next. Hadn't he 
done about everything? What weirdly perverted degradation could possibly be 
left for her now? 

Ralph let his gradually softening cock rest in her mouth for a long time, 
and Jane doted on the feel of it. She would occasionally clamp down on it to 
test its remaining hardness, or explore around the softening head to get a 
last feel of the thick upper ridge or the gentle indentation of his hole. 
She moved her tongue, savoring the presence of the heavy thing in her mouth. 

Then her lover withdrew his limp dick. As he pulled it slowly out, she clung 
greedily to its thickness, wishing the rod could stay forever in her body. 
Out the cock slid, finally popping free of her lovely lips with a liquid pop 
that made her want to laugh. It was a sound she had often made as a little 
girl when she would suck hard on a Sugar Daddy and then draw it quickly out 
of her mouth. 

Her head fell onto the pillow as Ralph set her gently down. She stared up at 
the huge cock, watching it bow gracefully downward, still half-hard from the 
excitement. It was glistening with her own spittle, a fact that made her 
somehow proud. In the back of her mind she reflected on her feelings with 
wonder. How could she feel this way? What kind of girl had she become, to 
wallow in the depraved pleasure of sucking a man's burgeoning cock and 
come-bloated balls to limpness and empty deflation? 

Ralph joined her on the bed, propping up the pillow so they could both rest 
on it. He put a powerfully thick arm around her, and her head came to rest 
against the warmth of his cheek. They lay like that for some time, regaining 
their depleted strength. After a while, the sensuous cop's errant hand began 
to roam over the nubile body of the youthful blonde, seeking out sensitive 
spots to caress. 

He ran his palm over the flat of her stomach, then upward to her breasts. He 
hefted each full and womanly sphere, feeling its weight, marveling at the 
silken smooth touch and deliciously proportioned shape. Jane looked down as 
the searching hand covered the whole surface of one breast, rotating and 
soothing it lovingly. 

Then a busy finger began to trace the round pattern of the pleasure-puffed 
aureola, moving around and around the soft nubbin of pink nipple flesh. Jane 
was too played out to feel passion, but she enjoyed the soothingly suave 
message that swelled upward from the tit. The gentle fingertip advanced to 
the nipple itself, flexing it, bending it, then working it nicely around and 
around. 

She giggled at the sight of the active finger, massaging and caressing her 
softened little tit. Such tender ministrations would have sprung her nipple 
to aroused attention had she not been so exhausted from their vigorous 
love-play. Even so, she adored the touch of the kindly finger on her 
sensitive breast, and she felt herself growing more and more relaxed. She 
let her eyelids sink, dropping back into a warmly welcoming darkness. The 
other hand of her new lover had come up to caress her breasts too, and in 
concert they moved in a scintillating pattern that covered every inch of her 
bosom flesh. 

The young girl floated in the soothingly warm sensations of Ralph's skillful 
lovemaking. She could sense him beside her, lying back as fully relaxed as 
she, enjoying the sweet aftermath of their violent sexual activities. She 
drifted, not even trying to collect the welter of thoughts that previously 
had been so confused in her mind. What difference did it all make now? She 
had sunk into ultimate depravity, and she was so deep into her own strangely 
perverse nature, that there was no hope of ever getting out, therefore no 
point in worrying about it or trying to reason it out. 

The ministrations to her full, round boobs continued, blending into her 
general feeling of well being and comfort. She lost track of his hands, 
floating in a near-sleep of total relaxation, a mist of pleasure spreading 
throughout her whole body. Once or twice she had felt this way before with 
Wally, but it had only been by chance. He had never made an effort to fully 
satisfy her, to fully slake her passion. This man had brought the blazing 
desires that lay dormant within her erupting to the surface, and now they 
had exploded outward to leave her limp and strangely at peace with herself. 

She heard the soothingly suave voice of the powerful man beside her. 
"Feeling better now?" he asked, as he went on caressing her breasts. 

"Uh-huh," she answered automatically, sorry afterwards that she had given 
him that satisfaction. 

"I knew you would be," he replied in soothingly low tones. "You have it in 
you to be a very sensual woman," he added. "Your body really comes alive. 
You respond better than any woman I've ever known, and you know how to 
please a man too." 

She felt her lip quivering, but found herself unable to speak. What were the 
strange sensations she was feeling? What were these new womanly feelings she 
could not express? Was she in love with this man who had taken her so 
forcefully, or had the deeply repressed urges of her body that he had 
unleashed shocked her into a new awareness of herself she could not handle? 

Her mind turned to thoughts of her ex-husband. Perhaps if he had drawn out 
her sexuality within the confines of marriage, gradually and lovingly, she 
would have been able to handle the shocking knowledge. But here, lying in 
the arms of a stranger, in the moisture-laden bed to which she had been 
harshly chained no more than ten minutes ago....She was unable to gather her 
thoughts, unable to communicate her feelings to Ralph. 

"Have you ever had sex like this before?" he probed in a kindly tone of 
voice. 

"N ... not exactly," she had to admit with a spreading grin. She opened her 
eyes, reached over to his upper arm and gave him a pinch. "Is this how you 
always make love, chaining a girl to the bed?" 

Ralph laughed and gave her a squeeze in return. "Bondage is a great way to 
go, especially with a girl who has inhibitions. Freaks have been into 
bondage for years. It's just coming out of the fetish underground. The key 
to it is the helpless feeling it gives a girl. When you are at the mercy of 
a man you give up that sense of responsibility for your actions and feelings 
you always have hanging over your head. It's a holdover from the excessively 
moralistic teachings of youth." 

"What do you mean excessively? You need some moral teachings yourself, 
Ralph, taking advantage of me the way you did." 

"I helped you," he came back. "You needed some freedom from some old 
inhibitions. You have to admit that you had a hell of a good time with me." 

She couldn't refute that. Her body was slowly coming alive from the 
continued stroking of her uptilted breasts. His deft fingers concentrated on 
the sensitive little nubs of her titties. A leaden sultriness had come over 
her, rivetting her to the hotly moist bedsheet. Had she wanted to get up and 
leave Ralph right now, and had he been willing to let her go, she could not 
have moved her paralyzed limbs. What was holding her back? Whatever it was, 
it must have been a secret force within her, because the chains were now 
gone. Perhaps Ralph was right in what he had said. The experience had 
unleased strange powers of dark sexuality that had lain latent within Jane's 
bodily cravings. 

His hands now began to explore downward, traveling over the smooth 
undulations of her womanly body, riding the gently rising curves of her 
femininity. His warming palm had reached the blonde-haired mound of her sex, 
and he was caressing the soft hill of flesh. 

She closed her eyes once more, wishing to shut out her troubled thoughts 
more than to eliminate the lamp-glare of yellow light. Her head lolled to 
the side, made contact again with the cheek of the hard-muscled man lying 
beside her. She could feel the gentle explorations of his talented hand, the 
fingers seeking out the blonde-fringed thickness of her outer lips, the 
crack-like partition between them. 

"M-mm-m," she sighed, as delightful sensations coursed upward through her 
body from the seat of her pleasures below. 

The sensitive tips of his investigating fingers parted the flabby cuntal 
lips and sought out the waiting pleasures inside. She didn't stir as his 
thickly boned digit made an abrupt entrance into the vestibule of her cuntal 
crevice. Instead she just moaned softly in the heavy darkness in which she 
helplessly lay. 

She reveled in the sensations that poured upward from her hotly waiting 
pussy. His finger was running rampantly up and down the edges of her 
delicate inner lips, then pausing at the sensitive rosebud of her clitty, 
pressing it, caressing it, molding it excitingly. Hot sheets of sheer 
passion spread upward through her limplying body, and her nipples sprang 
fully to erection from the impetus. 

Again she moaned, opening her eyes to look down the length of her reddening 
body. She saw the lust-stiffening titties, watched the bone-hard finger 
penetrating between the soft-haired flaps of her cuntal opening. In and out 
the finger frigged, wetly glistening now from the hot juices rapidly 
collecting. An animalistic odor of raw lust wafted up to her from her own 
hotly flowing little pussy, and the primal bouquet turned her on still more. 

Her own hand came to life, and it snaked across her body in search of the 
limp pecker of the man who was invading her young snatch. The youthful 
blonde found the long and softlying piece of flesh, took it in her hand and 
fondled it lovingly. . 

"What a marvelous organ you have, Ralph," she admitted to him in an 
awe-inspired voice. 

"It feels so good when you touch it," he said. "Do you like what I'm doing 
to you?" 

"Y ... yes," she had to admit. 

She stroked his full-fleshed cock, hoping to see it spring back into 
hardness. The thrill of seeing his hard-on, blunt-headed and 
blood-thickened, waving tantalizingly before her face had fired her passion, 
and she wanted to see it again. Maybe she would feel the stiff thickness 
filling her cunt, though this she doubted. Wally had never been able to get 
it up more than once at a time, and he usually fell selfishly to sleep as 
soon as he had come in her cunt and pulled his softening cock out. 

She felt a tremor in the heavy piece of meat that lay in her hand. A brief 
pulsation of blood surging into the lifeless organ. She caressed the soft 
underside of the velvety cock-head, running the finger up and around the 
high ridge that thickly crowned it. This seemed to work magic, for the whole 
long pecker stirred. She felt it coming gradually to life in her softly warm 
palm, and the feeling was so thrilling it made her forget the flaming 
sensations that poured upward from her freshly stirred cunt. 

A voluptuous feeling stole over her, arousing the sleeping sexuality within 
her. She felt her palm tingle as the lengthening and thickening rod grew and 
stretched itself over it. She worked more feverishly on the softly sensitive 
mushroom knob of the cock-head, feeling it harden with filling blood, swell 
to greater dimension, and rise thrillingly on the end of a fast-hardening 
shaft. "O-h-h-h," she groaned. 

"I love it," he said. "It feels so good. Your hands are so nice on my dick." 

Jane continued to massage the cock-head as the whole dick rose dramatically 
upward. Her own genitals were being hotly aroused by the worming fingers 
within, and waves of pleasure were washing up over her. They grew to a 
passionate tidal wave, as the eager index finger of the skillful lover 
pressed hard on the love-button of her cuntal desires. She massaged his 
cock-head and he did the same for her nubbin of clitoral flesh. 

Together they aroused one another to further desires. Jane had come fully to 
life once more, and as she looked down at his thickening pole, his 
granite-jike chunk of cock-flesh, she dreamed again of feeling it throbbing 
within her greedily clasping cunt walls, battering her cuntal tract like a 
mighty ramrod of fire-hardened wood. He stirred his whole frame, began to 
move his body over her. He was rising in passion like a great bird of prey, 
and the feebly shaking girl fell back in helplessness. 

Would he fuck her now? She greeted that question in her mind with distinctly 
mixed feelings. She knew that the idea of his hugely thickened cock sliding 
in and out of her cunt thrilled her with the possibility of even more 
exciting sensations. On the other hand, she wondered if something might not 
snap in her mind if she gave up one last thing. 

She had let him suck her cunt, and she had sucked his cock, but fucking was 
a sacred thing to her, something that only her ex-husband had ever done to 
her in her life. When she had divorced him, she had believed that she would 
never let her temple of a body be profaned by a cock again. She believed 
that she had fucked for the last time. At the very least, she would only be 
fucked by one more man, and he would be a Prince Charming who would ride up 
to her on a white stallion and be her new husband, for once and for all time 
after. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Marriage. The word echoed in Jane's mind with a weird reverberation. At one 
time in her life, it was a word with sacred implications. Every time it was 
spoken, it was as if an angel had uttered the syllables. Then, the word had 
taken on a new meaning. It stood for the entrapment she felt at the hands of 
W. Wallace Washington III. Now the word had a strangely distant, almost 
foreign sound in her mind. It was as if marriage was a concept she could 
have known only as a child. Here in the weirdly erotic atmosphere of Ralph 
Inglestorm's bedroom, only raw physical sex seemed to have any meaning. 

Even so, there was something in her soul that rebelled against the idea of 
letting him fuck her. No, it was not possible. She would not allow it. The 
renegade cop would not defile her totally. She would not let him sink his 
hard cock to the hilt in her helpless cunt. It was wrong. They weren't 
married, and fucking was something you only did in marriage. Even then it 
was painful and embarrassing. It wasn't something you wanted to have done to 
you. It was degrading and only pleasurable for the man. 

It was an animal pleasure that Wally had taken in her body when he had 
fucked her, and she didn't want the experience repeated, even with this 
skilled lover. He was a brute too. She decided that she would not allow the 
powerful peace officer to fuck her. She watched him rise from the hotly 
dampened bed, his massive cock standing stiffly at attention. 

She hated it, but she could not pull her eyes off it. Would he cram it madly 
into her creaming cunt, or would he force her to suck it greedily down her 
tender young throat as he had done before? She had no way of knowing, but 
one thing she did understand. Her need for that flaming rod of flesh was 
rising in her traitorous body. 

She found herself wanting the cop to probe the secret depths of her throat. 
She saw that in herself now, and it shocked and horrified her. She wanted to 
feel the velvety smooth knob of his burgeoning cock-head filling her mouth, 
punching the soft flesh of her cheek outward, cutting off her windpipe and 
making her gasp for air over the rising odor of his musky sexuality, and 
then she wanted to feel the hot spurts of semen filling her mouth, her 
throat, her belly. 

She lay there thinking about her strange reactions. At first the idea of 
sucking Ralph's cock had sickened her, nauseated her. Now she wanted the 
feel of his thick rod in her mouth and throat. What strange changes had come 
over her? 

She could sense his presence in the room, a powerful force that had already 
altered her life. She looked up at the cop as he stood over her, and her 
thoughts were a jumble of mixed emotions. It was without trepidation that 
she saw the big man swing into action. His implacably hardened ramrod of a 
cock standing nearly straight up with irresistible determination, Ralph 
Inglestorm moved quickly about the bed freeing the wrists and ankles of the 
lovely blonde. 

Jane lay limply on the bed, legs as wide-spread as they were when pulled 
apart by the chains. Her wetly palpitating cunt lips were as welcomingly 
open as if still fixed by the bonds. She did not want to cover her bare 
body. 

It was with a sense of surprise that Jane realized she did not want to 
protect her naked body. She wanted the rampaging beast of a hard cock to 
penetrate through her tender young cunt. Yes, she realized now that she 
wanted the cop to fuck her. 

He mounted the bed, straddling her with his tree-trunk legs, pressing his 
knees hard into the mattress on both sides of her. He had not yet tilted 
forward to brace his heavy body with his elbows. She could see his hungry 
prick, steel-hard and visibly throbbing. The cock-head was swollen to 
frightful dimension, the purplish skin stretched taut, she was afraid to the 
breaking point. The whole gargantuan pole wavered slightly, pulsing with 
lust-inspired blood from within. She shuddered at the sight, a quaking of 
anticipation as much as trepidation. She wanted that huge stalk of a cock. 
She wanted it burrowing into her fully blossomed pussy. 

As he stared down at her, hotly passionate desire was written boldly across 
his sensuous face. After a quick glance up at him, her eyes were drawn 
irrevocably downward once more. They focused on that swaying, pulsating hunk 
of gorgeous masculine meat. She loved it! Before her very eyes, it seemed to 
grow yet bigger, longer, thickening in its already massive girth. The 
passion with which he gazed down on her inflamed to greater proportions. 

As she stared with awe, the imperious cock seemed to grow longer still, and 
its swollen surface turned harder. Never before had she seen a dick enlarged 
to such a monstrous size. A sensuality as great and as deep as the one that 
propelled Ralph's cock to such massiveness surely surpassed the hot need in 
the depths of her own loins. 

"Now!" she shrieked involuntarily. "Fuck me now, Ralph. I need it now. Right 
now!" 

Her luscious young cunt was fully exposed to his view. Wet beads of cunt 
juice from her sexual excitement made it glisten in the dim yellow light of 
the lone lamp. She could see that the policeman could wait no longer, and he 
lunged his hard hips forward, ramming his gigantic cock deep into the 
confines of her pulsating cunt, so tight and wet, previously unexplored by 
the thick shaft of his huge prick. 

Her body stiffened as the tightness of her opening reminded her that she was 
bound to suffer some pain in payment for reaping the exquisite pleasures of 
this latest sexual experience. After all, his pole was double the size of 
her ex-husband's. Pain was a certainty, but she didn't care. It wasn't 
important to her. Getting fucked was important. 

In a way, the sharply painful discomfort added to the indescribably 
beautiful pleasure that was now coursing through her wide-splayed loins. She 
felt suddenly free, free at last. It was as if more than just the brass and 
leather shackles had been thrown off of her body. Some long-felt guilt and 
torment had disappeared with them. At last she felt fully alive, sexually 
liberated and loving the feelings that were washing over her body. 

She was aware that his ramming cock hesitated midpoint in her cuntal 
passage, and she sensed he had paused because of the constrictingly tight 
fit. She understood now how much Ralph really cared for her. He could be as 
tender and considerate a man as he could be a blindly raging brute in the 
sex act. These were the two cross-currents she admired so much in him, his 
strength and his gentleness. He was reluctant to cause her excessive pain, 
pain that would tear and injure her tissues as opposed to the carefully 
controlled pain of the doubled belt. 

She gripped his broad shoulders and drew his face towards her. His breath 
was hot and short on her lips, and beads of moisture had already formed on 
his brow, his nose and his upper lip. 

"Do it now," she said firmly. "I'm ready for it now. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." 

Ralph Inglestorm eased his cock slightly out of her cunt, readying it for 
one mighty thrust, and then with all his strength he hurled his haunches 
inwards. His rampaging cock took full control of her body, as it plunged in 
and out of her firmly moist hole with an insanely driving lust. He was 
lunging into her now with a savagely unrelenting power that Wally had never 
used on her, even in his wildest moments. 

Her cries of pain filled her own ears, and could not have fallen on the deaf 
ears of the man above her. Yet, he went on pistoning his cock in and out of 
her passion-drenched cunt. He must have known that she wanted him to punish 
her pussy beyond the point of pain, into that sublime realm of sheer 
pleasure. Her screams seemed to drive him onward, into a pile-driving fury, 
till his pounding and surging body seemed to be a machine gone berserk. 
Again and again his thick-headed cock battered the tender insides of her 
lust-dilated hole. 

She arched her whole body upward to meet each thrust of his vibrating cock. 
Then the lovely young girl felt her body collapse under the pressure of the 
hammering loins, and she clutched at his muscular shoulders, burying her 
screams of intense pain by biting down onto the flesh of his body. 

The pain was now like the lash of the belt, a sexually titillating stimulus. 
The hotly gushing pain rocketed from her ragged, lust-ravaged cunt and 
coursed through the trembling flesh of her body. Her lover had suddenly 
become a cruel monster, sadistically ramming his huge cock between the lips 
of her tender cuntal opening with relentless fury. 

But then, almost magically, the intense pain being inflicted upon her, the 
searing fire burning her cuntal passages, became fully transformed into a 
totally different sensation. It was a pleasing sensation deep inside her 
that she had never before known, one that she never would have believed to 
exist. It was an even more sublime feeling than the pain-pleasure of the 
lash. With each new thrust of that massive weapon of flesh this exquisitely 
pleasurable sensation grew. 

She felt as if sparks of fire were burning from the passage of her cuntal 
walls, and setting her whole being afire. The inner depths of her tight 
passage was exquisitely pummeled, sending thrills to the tips of her erect 
and trembling breasts. The burning pain had become the most incredible 
pleasure. 

For a brief moment it was as if she had passed to another plane and was 
floating in a heaven unknown to mortals. She had never known such joy could 
be felt, and she prayed that this joy would never end, that this exquisite 
screwing would go on and on for all eternity. Jane's body began to adapt 
itself to the feverish rhythmic undulations of her lover's lunging hips till 
the two bodies were moving almost as one person. It was incredible. 

Ralph looked down, smiling at the sight of the small, warm trickle of her 
cunt-juice running down his beautiful lover's thighs. She knew he had 
accomplished his task. He had initiated her onto the path of womanhood that 
she had been secretly yearning for so long. Would he now bring her to the 
crest of those passions? She was ready for the most exquisite pleasure of 
lovemaking. Now she was ready to really come. 

With his cock firmly embedded deep up inside her, he snaked his hands 
beneath her buttocks and lifted them from the sheet. He dug his fingers 
snugly into her warmly wet ass-cheeks and pressed forward even deeper into 
her aching pussy, his hips rotating in slow circular motions as his 
cock-head penetrated the slippery depths. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh 
of her buttocks, and the kneading grew into more and more frenzied 
ministrations as they moved slowly toward the puckered ring of her anus. 

"Oh yes," she murmured, feeling her insides opening to receive the fiery rod 
of flesh even more deeply, and she pressed her tortured body into his, 
tightly, wanting to suck his entire being into hers. Suddenly he drove his 
extended middle finger past the tight protective sphincter muscle of her 
anus. 

"O-h-h-h," she groaned, her body stiffening briefly from the unexpected 
attack on her sensitive bottom. She was speechless, gasping for breath as 
the wave of pain sent a shudder through her whole being, but there was 
something about this latest torturous attack that was indescribably 
pleasurable. Slowly Ralph began to rotate his invading finger around and 
around till the pain faded and the blonde-haired young girl's body relaxed. 
The probing finger continued to move, stretching the rubbery softness wider 
and wider, and the thrust of his rock-hard cock began to resume its frenzy. 

A deep moan of extraordinary pleasure seemed to burst from deep inside her 
as her anus became more accustomed to the impalement of his finger. He slid 
his other hand softly upwards from the gently rounded cheeks of her buttocks 
and began to massage the soft, golden hair-lined folds of pink flesh that 
were grasping tightly at his plunging cock. 

The lovely young girl could feel the tickling of an impending orgasmic wave, 
beginning in the depths of her loins. The rising tide of sensation slowly 
crept around her, and suddenly she realized she was again a prisoner of her 
own lust, and that it would be only a matter of minutes before the force of 
the tide would overwhelm her. Yet, she couldn't stop. Not now, not so close 
to the ultimate reward of their passionate coupling. And now, for the first 
time, she didn't mind. She wanted to give herself up to her blazing passion. 

Ralph continued to fuck in deeper and deeper. He lunged forward and let his 
longly thick dick plunge up into her pussy, parting the soft flesh of her 
cuntal walls savagely till with a loud smack his lust-swollen balls thudded 
against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she cried, grinding her loins against his passionately, her 
frenzy mounting as the message of her cunt grew more and more urgent. The 
scream seemed to make him even more excited, and his huge cock-head seemed 
to strain inside her, sprouting like some strange mushroom till she could 
feel that every inch of her insides were filled. 

It seemed to grow even thicker. It was longer and harder still. Frantically, 
she renewed her own rhythm, determined to climax before he would withdraw 
again. So full, she was so full, and she couldn't bear the thought of his 
withdrawing his exquisite weapon of flesh from the tight confines of her 
inner cunt. 

She felt her passion boiling up, reaching upward for climactic release. She 
felt a hot sensation pervade her whole body. She was spiraling upward to an 
orgasm, an explosion of pent-up passion she could do nothing to hold back, 
even if she wished to. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned again. She could feel it approaching. "Oh. I'm 
getting there. I'm going to come. Keep doing that, Ralph. Keep doing that." 

He humped her body madly, thumped her pubic mound ferociously. Again and 
again he socked it to her, his massive stalk of a cock-rod pistoning in and 
out of her seethingly hot cuntal cavern. 

"M-mm-mm," she sighed, eyes closed, head whirling in the star-studded 
darkness of her mind. "O-h-h-h-h!" Thrills were coursing through her body, 
setting up reverberations that flowed upward from her hot cunt through her 
tingling tits to her spinning brain. 

She could definitely feel it coming now. It was a great roaring sensation 
welling up in her loins, a kind of raging sea that competed with the thrust 
of his cock. It was growing now inside her, growing and growing, and then 
suddenly she felt the raging sea burst forth from the hot pit of her 
savagely writhing loins, and her whole body twitched and quaked from the 
force of the eruption deep inside her. Then the explosion was repeated till 
she was shrieking hopelessly on the hotly wet sheet. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she heard her voice cry out, "o-h-h-h-h! I'm coming. I'm 
coming. I'm coming. I'm co-o-o-o-ming!" 

She could feel her cunt juice ooze from inside her and gush around the hotly 
pulsing rod, still madly plunging in and out of her quivering cunt. Her 
loins were now wet and slippery from the jism spray, as Ralph reached 
forward and pressed his quaking flesh deep into her. 

She felt the pistoning die out, almost in perfect concert with the last 
smoldering spasms of her orgasm. She was floating in a state of utter bliss, 
delicious warmth pervading her body, knowing that she had it in her to come 
again, to rise to higher plateaus of passion. 

Ralph seemed to sense this, and was taking his time. He had ceased his 
thrusting, was letting his own level of desire decline, and she could feel 
his rod softening and growing slightly less thick in her warmly wet cunt. He 
would be fucking her again, propelling her upwards, and driving her to new 
peaks of pleasure. 

Jane lay there in smoldering bliss. She fully understood now the change that 
had come over her, and all she could feel towards this marvelous man was 
utter gratitude. She sensed that he placed her feelings above his own, 
attached more importance to her pleasure than to his own. 

Before long he helped her off the bed and they both dressed. She knew there 
was more to come at this man's hands, but she didn't know what it could be, 
and couldn't imagine. He told her he wanted her to rest awhile and think 
about it first. He wanted to take her back to the motel, leave her alone 
with her thoughts. But there would be more. Ralph told her to wait in town 
till she completed her court appearance on Thursday, and then he wanted to 
see her that night. He would subject her to more, much more, but he wanted 
her to meet him of her own free will. 

She said yes. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Jane went back to the living room with Ralph, where they found Brett and 
Early sitting on the couch listening to some quiet music. They were fully 
dressed acting as if nothing unusual had happened. The brunette sat demurely 
on the couch, showing no signs of pain from the welts that must have covered 
her flesh beneath her clothes. 

The brandy was passed around and this time the blonde took a big slug. She 
felt warm all over, secure and good. The foursome talked for about an hour, 
mentioning none of the lovemaking that had gone on. Jane wanted to talk 
about bondage, to find out more about this new and wonderful thing, but she 
didn't dare approach the subject. She let Ralph take the lead in the 
conversation. 

It wasn't long before he suggested that he drive her home, and though she 
wasn't that anxious to leave, she acceded to his wishes. They spoke little 
in the Olds Cutlass as the starry desert night passed above them. She sat 
back in the seat, gazing up at the stars through the windshield. Then she 
was safe and sound in her motel room. She thought she would not be able to 
sleep, but something in the desert air and something in her now-peaceful 
soul put her out like a light. 

The next day she awoke feeling sore and aching. Yet, every movement that 
brought pain sent a shiver of sexual excitement through her body. That day 
and the next few days sped by, as Jane Washington had never felt so alive 
and happy in her life. 

It was as if a great weight had been lifted off of her back. Every day she 
dreamed of the crazy, evening with Ralph, and as the day of her trial 
approached, her fancy turned to the date she had with him for Thursday 
night. 

Her gaiety didn't disturb her concentration. She found herself able to spend 
her days reading beside the pool at the motel. She no longer felt morbid. 
Her outlook had changed for the better. She was a new person, and when 
Thursday came, she was like a teenaged girl getting ready for her first 
prom. 

Her young cunt throbbed invitingly in the warm shower, but she refrained 
from taking advantage of it. She wanted to save all her sensual capacity for 
the man she was going out with that night. She anticipated a fantastic 
evening with the hot-blooded cop. 

There was nothing to the trial-she paid a fine and got a warning-and then 
she was free to leave town. The judge probably knew she'd fallen into an old 
speed trap. What he couldn't know was that she had a date that very night to 
fuck like a bunny with the arresting officer. 

She dressed in her sexiest clothes, then took a thin wrap from the closet 
and waited for Ralph outside the motel. He picked her up and they went to 
the same night club where they'd had dinner the night before her fantastic 
sex bout. 

She laughed her way through the fine food and drink, they danced and enjoyed 
the floor show, and then he drove them to the apartment he shared with his 
partner Early. 

Early was out-Jane did not know where, but she guessed he was with his 
girlfriend Brett-and about all she knew was they'd have the big house to 
themselves. She was seated on the living-room couch, sipping some wine and 
listening to some music, when he put his arm around her and began to bestow 
hot kisses on her cheek. 

She knew that more, much more was to come, and she anticipated it willingly. 
No longer was she concerned about the propriety of the things she longed to 
do with Ralph. Were the acts she looked forward to depraved, perverted? The 
words had lost their meaning for her. All she knew was that she had thrilled 
to the activities of the night of her last date with Ralph, and she wanted 
more. She had been freed from the guilt feelings that had always hung over 
her about sex. She felt that if she enjoyed their activities and no one got 
hurt, why then everything was perfectly all right. 

Wine glasses were on the coffee table, and Ralph suddenly took her into his 
arms. They kissed hotly, his fierce mouth covering hers, his tongue snaking 
inside, the fleshy serpent exploring all about and rousing her to a peak of 
passion. His hands were all over her breasts, and she soon felt hotly moist 
between her thighs. When he broke off a kiss to get a gasp of breath, she 
spoke. 

"Let's go up to the bedroom, Ralph. Do you still have the chains and 
leather?" 

He nodded, smiling suavely, and then they rose from the couch and made their 
way to the bedroom upstairs. Ralph began to undress the young girl, 
unzipping and removing her dress, rolling her pantyhose over her smoothly 
rounded hips and down her longly lithe legs. When these had been discarded 
he unsnapped her bra and took it off, her massive breasts rolling free and 
swaying wantonly. 

"Oh, Ralph," she cooed. "It feels so good already, you can't imagine. My 
pussy is hot." She couldn't believe how wanton she had become. 

He took the elastic waistband of her panties between the thumb and 
forefingers of each hand and pulled them downward, baring her ass and the 
triangular blonde patch of her pubic fur. She was soon completely nude, and 
Ralph discarded his own clothes hurriedly. He took her in his powerfully 
muscled arms and hugged her naked body to him. Then he kissed her hard and 
passionately, flattening her hugely soft pillows of breast flesh against his 
massive chest. 

Then he lifted her body off the floor, swept her over to the bed and lay her 
on it on her back. She knew what was coming, and she willingly stretched her 
arms and legs to make it easier for him to bind her to the bedposts with 
chain and leather. When that was done, he came around to the foot of the 
bed, his hard-on standing imperiously straight and at an uptilting angle 
like a flagpole. 

He climbed onto the bed and knelt between the white pillars of her 
smooth-skinned thighs. Then he lowered his handsome face till his moistly 
hot lips made a scintillating contact with her furry muff. She whimpered 
like a child, the roiling heat of her liquid leaking pussy so intense it was 
nearly painful. She knew only one thing. She wanted the feel of his tongue 
in her cunt. 

"Suck me," she said lewdly, thrilling herself with the harshness of her 
words. "Suck my cunt!" 

He quickly obliged, shooting his serpentine tongue out between his fleshy 
lips to part the quivering lips of her pussy. The point of his rough tongue 
made contact with the inner flesh of the cunt, and the friction fired the 
girl's loins. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she groaned, as the first wave of pleasure washed up through 
her body. "Oh! Lick me out good, Ralph. Like you did last time." 

He went quickly to work, lapping fiercely inside the hotly scorched pussy. 
He laved the whole thing, concentrating on the petal-like lips of her cuntal 
flower. He ran his tongue gently up and down the thin leaves of flesh, then 
pressed harder to flatten them with exciting pressure. She could hear the 
sound of his rasping tongue on her smoothly silky inner cunt flesh, and she 
could smell the earthy scent of her own juices as her passion rose. 

She found herself writhing about, yanking against the pull of the four 
chains. She was thrashing madly, and the chains clanked and creaked with her 
efforts. Her head was flopping from side to side with the sweet agony of the 
cunt lapping. 

"M-mm-mm," she moaned, the sound coming from some well spring of passion 
deeply within her body. She was tossing her head madly now, enjoying the 
heightening of her ecstasy that it gave her. 

The tip of Ralph's skillful tongue had found the button that turned on her 
sensuality. He rolled the little clitty around and around with the leading 
edges of his tongue, massaging it, caressing it, rubbing it hard. This sent 
sharp spurts of searingly hot pleasure through her body, shooting outward 
from her cunt, traveling down her legs and out to the ankles pinched tightly 
by the harsh chains. The currents of electricity bolted upwards through the 
trunk of her body, perking out her nipples, traveling along her arms and out 
to the wrists where the circulation was cut off by the thick leather straps. 

Her mind raced as brisk ripples of pleasurable sensation flooded her brain. 
She could feel the tongue in her slit, rampaging against the most sensitive 
spot, the little love button of her clitoris. 

"Oh Ralph," she almost screamed. "That feels fantastic. Keep doing that." 

He went on laving her little button, working around and around in 
increasingly quick circles, then pressing it flat and hard with the broad 
surface of his tongue. It was the most blazingly hot pleasure she'd ever 
received. It was far more searing than anything she'd ever been able to do 
with her own busy fingers. 

She was glad she had refrained from playing with her cunt during the week. 
Now all her passions had built up. She was glad she hadn't touched herself 
down there while she was showering earlier that day. Now there was a 
fantastic pressure building up, a tension that would soon be released in a 
flood of orgasmic fire. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she groaned again. "I'm going to come, Ralph. Keep doing that. 
I'm going to come. Don't stop now. Soon. Soon. Soon. I'm going to come 
soon." 

He went on working his tongue about in a tiny circle, pressing the tongue 
hard on the clit-button. Again and again he pressed in, and then she saw 
starbursts of color as she started to come. 

"E-e-e-e-e," she shrieked. "O-h-h-h-h. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming, 
Ralph." 

Spasms of orgasmic power raked her body, making her whole being shake with 
excitation. She could feel her ass jump off the dampening sheet as she 
lurched upward in uncontrollable spasms of joy. Again and again and again 
her cunt shot hot messages throughout her body, the thrills shooting to 
every muscle fiber along white-heated nerves. Her head pounded and her heart 
beat with surges of lust-empassioned blood. Her whole body was superheated 
as she jerked and writhed and leapt off the bed to pull against the 
restraining chains and belts of leather. 

Gradually the spasms subsided, and she fell back in a limp heap to enjoy the 
last ripples of pleasure and the glowing after-feel that pervaded her flesh. 
She was breathing loudly, the sound of her own exhalations harsh to her 
ears. She could feel the quickened beat of her blood vessels in her ears, 
mixed with the hot breaths of a slackening lust. Her mouth fell open and she 
felt her tongue loll outward. She took air in through her mouth, striving to 
regain her full breath. It had been a sweet and wonderfully intense orgasmic 
fury. 

She was vaguely aware of movement on the bed, and then she saw her lover's 
face. He had crept up over her, and a grin of satisfaction played over his 
face. 

"You come fast now," he smiled, as he rested his hulking body on his elbows. 
"You're a changed woman, Jane. You're real loose down there." 

She tried to raise a hand to pat him on the back, but the chains pulled her 
back. 

"I have you to thank for that," she said with a laugh. "Who loosened me up?" 

Now it was his turn to laugh. He kissed her on the lips, then trailed hotly 
wet kisses upward to her eyes and across to the side of her face. He kissed 
one ear, then traced a line of hot kisses down her cheek to her neck. She 
turned her head away, laughing. She was really enjoying it, all this 
child-like kissing. 

Then Ralph Inglestorm grew more serious. He shifted his body upward while 
raising his trunk. He was straddling her chest now, sitting bolt upright. As 
he raised himself on his legs, his massive cock came into view. It was fully 
blood-engorged, incredibly thickened, the head swollen and purple with 
tautly stretched skin. The entire pole was wavering slightly, pulsating with 
passion and a hot need to be sucked off. 

"I want you to eat my cock," Ralph said bluntly. "You have a lot to learn in 
the way of cock-eating, and I'm the one to teach you. Are you ready?" 

"Do it!" she yelled, anxious to feel the delicious prick between her lips. 

"Suck slowly," he commanded, and then he lowered the bulbously ballooned 
head of the mighty ramrod of a bone, so that the spongy knob was touching 
her hotly puffed lips. "Lick a little first," he said. 

She lifted her head just far enough off the pillow to be able to bestow a 
wet kiss on the blunt face of his cock-head. Then she let her tiny tongue 
slither snake-like out between those wet lips to make tantalizing contact 
with the head of the dick. The point of her tongue found the peehole, and 
buried itself inside. Then she began flicking the tongue obscenely, like a 
snake finding its way, and she lapped all around the little indentation. 

The velvety surface of the knob excited the nerve endings in her tongue, 
sending little chills throughout her body. She arched her back 
involuntarily, as the excitement of what she was doing got to her. She 
increased the strength of her licking, covering the whole face of the 
leering bone-head. 

"Good. Good. Good," Ralph said. "Do a good job of that. 

She went on licking his cock-head, and she knew he was getting aroused. Not 
only was there the encouragement of his voice, but the high-crowned head was 
growing more swollen with lust-inspired blood. As she licked carefully at 
the sensitive area below the pisshole, she saw a tiny droplet of pre-come 
fluid ooze out of the winking-eye of the hole. She moved her head and 
shifted her tongue to be able to get at the shimmeringly translucent drop. 
Her tongue-tip picked it up, the taste oddly bitter on the end of the meaty 
appendage. 

She liked it though, and it brought back to her the cock-sucking she'd done 
earlier that week, the first time in her mouth she'd tasted dick. This time 
it was familiar, but no less exciting. The pre-come fluid was like nectar to 
a goddess, and she rolled it around in her mouth, letting it dissolve in her 
own spittle and coat her entire tongue. 

"You like that, don't you," she heard Ralph say with obvious pleasure. 
"Women always dig that. Don't feel bad about it, Jane. Women always like 
it." 

She didn't feel bad. On the contrary, she felt very good indeed. The taste 
of the fluid had fired her up, and she could feel her pussy flesh rebounding 
from the orgasm to begin a steady climb towards another. She wanted his dick 
in her mouth, all right, but she also wanted it in her cunt. Maybe Ralph 
would let her have both. 

She was determined to do a good job of sucking off his dick. After giving 
the whole purple swollen head a tongue bath, she ovaled her sensuous lips to 
match the shape of the knob and wolfed it in. She heard Ralph grunt as the 
sensitive face of the mushroom-shaped cock-head hit the roof of her mouth. 

"Blow on it," she heard Ralph urge. "Try blowing on it gently." 

She had heard of cock-sucking being called a blow-job, but it had never 
occurred to her to actually do that. She huffed gingerly, careful not to 
blow too much air up his piss tube and possibly hurt him. Again and again 
she gave little blows on his swollen cock. 

"U-h-h-h," she heard him groan hoarsely. "Oh, I like that. You take to that 
real good. Blow a little harder. You won't blow it up." 

She began tooting on his dick more briskly, giving little bursts of hot 
exhalation. His steel-hard prick was throbbing with excitement, bumping up 
and down in her mouth, smacking the hard-ridged roof of her mouth. She liked 
the feeling of his granite-like cock, filling her mouth, heating it, moving 
around like a caged animal. 

As she blew on the cock, she took in large doses of his musky smell with 
each inhale. She could see the dark and curly hairs of his pubic patch, 
staring at her across the few inches of distance. She loved the feelings, 
the sights and the smells of giving him a blow job, and she went at it more 
and more confidently. In time, she felt his hand on her cheek, warm and 
kindly. 

"Suck back and forth on it now," he said, giving her the next instruction in 
her lesson. 

This part she knew. Moving her head towards his wiry patch of dark pubic 
hair, she took the entire blood-stiffened rod into her mouth. The spongy 
cock-head reached the back of her throat, and she shifted her angle to 
enable her to take it partway down. Her nose was now in the pubic hair, and 
it tickled her and filled her senses with his earthy smell. The thickness of 
the stout rod puckered out the sides of her cheeks, filled her whole mouth 
and gave her a stuffed feeling that she adored. 

"Good girl, Jane. Good girl," she heard her lover crooning softly. The cop 
sounded like he was drifting off into a private world of pleasure. 

Jane tried to lift her body higher, but the chains pulled her back. She 
arched her back up as high as it would go and began ramming her head in and 
out, making the hard cock piston into and out of her mouth. Ralph did not 
even have to move a muscle. Jane did all the work, using the strength in her 
lithe young neck to work his sensitive tool back and forth over the raspy 
surface of her tongue. 

She was making a slurping sound on his wet cock, and this thrilled her. She 
could feel the swollen tube that ran along the length of the underside of 
the brick-stiff cock, and knew that in time his hot seed would be spewing 
through it to fill her mouth and run creamily down her greedy throat. This 
spurred her on, and she sucked and sucked and sucked away on his stiff 
prick. 

She felt the whole lust-stiffened cock swell suddenly and grow even longer 
and thicker. She was sure he was about to come off, but as she increased her 
sucking to the limit, Ralph suddenly yanked his cock free of her mouth. She 
looked up aghast, as he bounced off the bed, his bone standing stiffly at 
attention. 

"Hi Early," she heard him say, and as she looked about she caught sight of 
Ralph's partner standing fully clothed in the doorway. 

"Hey there partner," Early sang out. "Hi Jane. How've you been?" 

"Okay," she said weakly. She felt suddenly numb, lying there completely 
naked, legs spread by the chains so that her naked cunt stared the man in 
the face. 

"Care to join us?" Ralph asked nonchalantly. "Sure," Early grinned, and as 
he stepped into the room he quickly threw off his clothes. As he stood 
there, he was totally nude, and the girl could see that his stiffening pole 
was as big as Ralph's, or at least nearly as big. She recalled seeing it 
from the hallway that night when Early had been torturing Brett. 

"Let's get rid of these chains so we can both jump aboard," Ralph said 
without consulting Jane. He hurriedly freed her arms and legs of the chains. 

Jane was befuddled. Did she want to get into a three-way scene with Ralph 
and his partner? She had envisioned a long and private evening with her new 
lover. Jane prided herself that she had become liberated during her short 
stay in the desert town, but was she this liberated? 

She lay there, staring up at Early. Did she want this man fucking her? 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The quivering blonde stared up at the handsome form of her lover's partner. 
The big cop named Early was almost as fine a physical specimen as Ralph. He 
had broad shoulders, well defined muscles and a narrow waist. His cock was a 
handsome thing, hard and long and tipped with a great mushroom-shaped head. 

It didn't take Jane long to decide that she would enjoy some sex with the 
good-looking stud. The idea of these two powerful cops fucking her sent a 
thrill of delight through her body. She almost wished the two of them were 
in uniform. How exciting it would be to see their cocks sticking out from 
the pants of their blue uniforms. 

"She looks good enough to fuck," Jane heard Early say, and it was with an 
appreciative look on his face that he uttered the words. 

His partner was busily ridding Jane of the last of her bonds. Ralph had no 
sooner removed the chains than his naked partner Early jumped onto the bed. 
Jane scrambled aside to make room for him. As she did so, she felt a sharp 
slap on the ass and turned to look over her shoulder. Ralph had picked up 
the studded leather belt that Early had been using on Brett, and he'd given 
her a sharp swat on the flank. 

"Move your ass over, Jane," he laughed, tossing the belt onto the dressing 
table. "Early likes it a little different than most men, and I'll show you 
how we do it." 

He lay down on the bed beside her, filling the space on the opposite side as 
his friend. Jane turned automatically to face him, and he abruptly parted 
the outer lips of her blonde-haired cunt and slid in the huge 
mushroom-shaped head of his swollen cock. He nudged his whole body forward, 
driving the thick weapon all the way up her cunt. 

Jane sighed with pleasure, and her lover grabbed the half of her ass facing 
upward and yanked it hard. As he did so, Jane felt the other cop place the 
now-fully-hardened head of his massive cock against her tiny circle of an 
asshole. 

"Thanks pal," Early said to Ralph, as Jane's lover continued to hold one of 
her ass cheeks aside. 

"Are you going to...?" she started to ask Early in a nervous voice, 
realizing that he intended to fuck her in the ass with his immensely 
lust-stiffened cock. 

"Hell yes," he said abruptly, "and it'll be better than anything you've ever 
felt." 

Jane felt a shudder of fear travel through her lithe young body. Could that 
huge prick possibly fit up her asshole without splitting her in half? She 
looked over her shoulder to see Early wetting the index finger of one hand 
with spit from his mouth, then bring it down to her cringing asshole. 

She turned to face Ralph, starting to plead with him, but then she felt the 
tender ministrations of his friend at the brownly puckered door of her anus. 
His soothing finger was reassuring as it caressed and massaged inside her 
tender ring of anal flesh, and when he was finished lubricating it she found 
herself wishing for the stimulation of the entry of his monstrous rod. 

Then she felt the thick-rimmed mushroom of Early's poker-stiff dick poke its 
way through the fear-constricted ring of her asshole. A painful sensation 
shot through her, one that surpassed in intensity the pleasurable feelings 
coming up through her cunt from the continued probing of Ralph's 
thickly-pistoning cock. She was momentarily suspended there, not just 
physically on the stiff stalks of two men's cocks, but emotionally. Was she 
more excited and titillated by what was happening than wracked with pain 
from her ravaged ass? 

Early's irresistible weapon slid stealthily upward, snaking up the length of 
her shit chute. She could feel the high-crowned cock-head leading the way. 
Up and up and up it wormed, till she felt the slap of his pubic patch on her 
shivering ass. He had reamed her to the hilt, though she'd never imagined 
she could have taken his whole long cock up her tube. 

Then she felt the dick slithering slowly out of the long length of her 
rectum. It was like experiencing a great and long-awaited relief as her 
ass-tube collapsed in the wake of the retreating cock. At the same time, 
Ralph was on the outstroke with his own cock, drawing it sensuously out of 
her wet-lipped cunt. 

The knob of Early's fat dick, as thick and as round and as hard as the knob 
atop the bedpost, stuck in her asshole, just as Ralph's heavy cock-knob 
stuck between the heated lips of her cunt. Then they began their instrokes 
in unison, and Jane realized with a thrilling shiver that she was now going 
to be fucked front and back till both of the men had satisfied their lustful 
needs. 

They stroked her, slowly but with implacable determination. Into the moist 
cuntal sheath the cock of her lover traveled, while the hotly thick piston 
of his friend searched out and found the warmly buttery depths of her 
now-willing ass. Then they drew out in concert, faster now than before, the 
dick in her ass sliding with new-found ease as she relaxed and lay loosely 
to enjoy the rampaging. 

In and out of her cunt and asshole the hungry cocks slid, raking her front 
and back, fucking her harder and harder as they found the way unimpeded. She 
felt her blood pressure rising as a coming wave of passion began to develop 
in the deepest caverns of her body and soul. She was rising towards another 
orgasm, one she would be powerless to withhold or delay, so powerful were 
the intense impulses of pleasure crackling out of her blazing cunt and 
prick-ravaged asshole. 

"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned. "I'm going to come. Keep doing that boys." 

Both of them humped away, needing no encouragement, pistoning faster and 
faster, battering her sorely tender passages. All sense of pain disappeared 
as the pleasure of the dual ravishment grew. In and out of her twin passages 
the heatedly moist cocks traveled, now vibrating with machine-like energy, 
still punishing her flesh in perfect unison. Jane felt the spasms of orgasm 
begin, ripping upward through her body, blinding her to everything but the 
detonations of brightly colored lights that went off in her skyrocketing 
mind. 

"O-h-h-h," she heard herself yell. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! 
O-h-h-h-h. I've never felt anything like this before. I'm 
c-o-o-o-o-ming!!!!" 

The blonde felt a hot spurt of come hitting the wall of her cuntal passage, 
as Ralph squirted his first blast of hotly orgasmic fluid. At the same time 
she felt a spurt of heated liquid shoot into her asshole. Early was shooting 
off too. Both men let hoarse groans rasp from their lips. 

"O-h-h-h-h!" they moaned, their voices harsh, their breath hot on Jane's 
face and the back of her neck. The men were gripping her fiercely, pounding 
her weak little body madly, humping and bumping and bucking and slamming 
forcefully into her again and again as each man shot his load of hot come. 
They humped and humped away. 

Jane was coming crazily, thrilling to each ramrod action up her cunt and 
asshole. She thrilled to each hard gripping of her body by the spasming men, 
to each groan from their lips and hot exhalation from their mouths. The 
grinding kept up beyond her endurance. 

Early was ramming his thick cock in and out of her asshole, its path now 
lubricated with his hot come. That made it easier for Jane, and a great deal 
more pleasurable too. He was thumping her backside with a piston-like force, 
thrusting in and out with maddening speed. 

"O-h-h-h-h!" Jane heard herself cry out uncontrollably. It was the most 
sensational thing she had ever felt in her life. Getting fucked in the ass 
was even more exciting than getting fucked in the cunt. At that moment she 
was sure of it. 

Just then, Ralph began pistoning his cock with a force and rapidity even 
greater than his partner's. The powerful policeman was shoving his dick in 
and out of her cunt with maniacal speed, sending wild thrills through the 
already orgasming body of the youthful blonde divorcee. She couldn't believe 
the sensations that now emanated from her cuntal cavern. 

"M-mm-mm," she moaned aloud, thrilling to the combined fucking in her cunt 
and her asshole. Now she wasn't sure which was better, a fuck in the cunt or 
a bang in the bung. 

The two cops were riding her madly, each man shooting the last of his load 
of come in her cunt, and she was coming crazily, thrilling to the last 
squirts of hot come she felt in both her channels. 

She felt the final ripples of her last orgasm die gradually out, as the 
humping of the two studs ground to a sputtering halt. Before long, the three 
of them lay there in the sweat-soaked sheet, huffing and puffing. Jane could 
hear her heart pounding. She gasped for breath, her breathing ragged and 
loud. 

Minutes went by, and gradually she was able to breathe normally. She was 
nestled in the arms of both men, their moist flesh warm against hers. The 
odors of their three bodies mingled and wafted up to her nose, a thrilling 
sensation indeed. 

Later in the evening they all sat about on the couch in the living room. 
They sipped wine and discussed the pleasures of the evening. Jane nestled 
especially close to Ralph, feeling a delightful warmth pervade her body, as 
if there was some invisible connection between the two of them. She was in a 
daze from the three-way lovemaking with him and his partner Early, and she 
still couldn't quite bring herself back to reality. Her asshole was sore, 
and she moved it about uneasily on the couch, but every time a twinge of 
pain rose through her body, she was reminded of the incredible reaming she 
had received, and it was as if she were living it all over again, thrilling 
to every second. 

"I ... I don't know what you must think of me," she said to Ralph, averting 
her glance from his partner. 

"What do you mean?" Ralph asked, sipping his wine. 

"After what I let you and Early do." 

"What did you let us do but make love to you?" he asked, "and what's more 
beautiful than love?" 

"Yes, but only when two people do it together, as an expression of their 
love for each other. The way we did it ... I don't know. Three people." 

"Three's better than two," Early put in. 

"But ... but, the way you took me. In the rear end. I know that's wrong. It 
was wrong of me to have enjoyed it so much. I still can't believe I did," 
Jane said. 

The other two men laughed, and Early gave her a friendly squeeze on the 
knee. 

"There's nothing wrong with anything you enjoy," he said, "unless you screw 
someone else up in the process. The fuck in the ass really woke something up 
in you, and so did the fact that you made it with two men at the same time. 
I've watched you closely over the past few days, Jane, and I knew there was 
something alive and wonderful in you. It was lying there in hiding, waiting 
for the right man to bring it out. Too bad your husband didn't do that. He 
didn't care, but I do. I wanted you to be the woman you are capable of 
being, and now I think you've achieved that. You've grown up, Jane 
Washington." 

Jane sat there thinking about it. Maybe Ralph was right. Maybe the rough 
treatment had been necessary to help her throw off the shackles of the past. 
She thought about her mother in a distant city, and about the strict 
upbringing she had received. When Wally came along, he was a way out, or so 
she had thought. She hadn't known that she was going out of the pan and into 
the fire. 

Now she had her whole life before her, but everything would be different. 
She wondered if she would make it all the way home. She might stay with this 
powerful and gentle man, and he would probably stay on the police force in 
this small desert town. 

She didn't mind. 

She took a sip of her own wine and looked up at the man she loved. He was 
everything she wanted in a man, and she was feeling a special attachment to 
him. 

"Where are you heading from here?" the cop asked her after a time. 

The question startled Jane. Somehow, lying at the side of the pool these 
past few days at the motel, she had come to believe her fantasy that she 
would marry Ralph. 

"I ... I guess I'll head across country as I planned now," she said 
mechanically. "My divorce is final, and I ... I plan to live with my Mom." 

"That's good," Ralph said. "I hope you've really learned something about 
yourself here in town. Next time, though, watch out for speed traps." 

EPILOGUE 

At first, Jane Washington could not reconcile leaving the handsome cop 
behind in the little desert town. However, as the miles increased between 
her and Ralph, and later when she returned to her mother's place and the 
days turned into weeks, she began to see the wisdom of his decision. 

She had learned a great deal from him, and perhaps there was nothing more he 
could teach her. She got a good job in her old home town, and she began to 
go out with the local men. Before her marriage, she had been reclusive, and 
perhaps that's why her judgment had been bad when she met W. Wallace 
Washington III. He had seemed like her salvation at the time, but she had 
married a man she really did not know. 

Unfortunately, she learned about the selfish man only during their years of 
marriage. 

Now she was mature, and she was much better able to evaluate the men she 
went out with. She dated frequently and even had a few premature offers of 
marriage. She took her time, and then she met the man she decided was right. 
He not only made her forget Wally, he made her forget Ralph Inglestorm. They 
went out together for four months before they decided to get married. 

They were good in bed together, and the man could be as tender with her as 
he could be strong. This time, she would not go to the altar without 
intimate knowledge of the man she was going to wed. She knew she was in love 
with him. He was intelligent and strong and a wonderful lover. Besides, he 
was a cop too. 


THE END
