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Easy Wild Wife
By Anonymous Author (1997)

***

An insecure wife has to bail her husband out of jail 
and finds that being forced to put out to get hubby 
free gives her a strange deep down pleasure. (M+/F, FF, 
wife, orgy)

***

Chapter 1

Even though she knew she was a beautiful woman, Kristen 
still worried about Jeff, her husband, whenever he went 
"out with the guys." She always suspected that maybe he 
was going to meet a woman.

She looked at herself in the mirror, wishing she felt 
as beautiful and sexy as she knew she looked.

Kristen Hobson stood five-foot-eight and had the most 
incredibly curvaceous body any man could imagine. Her 
most impressive feature was her tits. Kristen's tits 
billowed out from her body, huge and creamy, with 
areolas a chocolate-brown color. They were wider across 
than a man's palm. Her nipples stood out prominently, 
and Kristen wasn't afraid to wear clothes that showed 
off her tits to their best advantage.

She had a flat stomach and rather wide hips with 
strong, full, muscular thighs that could hold a man's 
head trapped to her pussy if she wanted to.

Kristen's 4OD-24-37 physique had turned Jeff on for 
years, and never once had she turned him down when he 
wanted to fuck, have his cock sucked, or stick his 
tongue deep into her pussy until she came.

She had a medium-size mouth with lips that were neither 
full nor thin; large, dark brown eyes with slender 
eyebrows that arched above them whenever she thought 
seriously, and a narrow nose with rather high 
cheekbones that gave her something of an aristocratic 
appearance. Her hair was auburn, not quite red or 
brown, and she usually wore it loosely pinned atop her 
head in an indistinct bun, with satiny tendrils of hair 
falling down her smooth cheeks.

"What's wrong, honey?" Jeff asked, his shirt still open 
as he prepared for his evening out. "Still worried 
about me going out after all these years?"

Though he tried to say it in a joking tone, Kristen 
took the words with painful seriousness. She looked at 
him in the mirror, wishing she really knew what was 
going on inside his head.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am."

"You shouldn't."

A thought came to Kristen, and it was so beautiful she 
couldn't help breaking into a big, beaming smile.

"Before you go out there's something I want to do... 
just so you won't forget about me when you're with your 
friends."

"Hmmmm?" Jeff murmured, turning his back on Kristen as 
he tucked his shirttails into his pants.

Kristen grabbed the bottom of her loose, fluffy sweater 
and jerked it over her head. Her huge, milky tits 
jiggled tautly inside the lacy, confining, tight-
fitting bra. Looking down, she was surprised to see 
that her nipples had already gotten hard. She could 
feel them tingling with anticipation.

She unclasped the hook-and-eye fastener between the 
cups of her bra and let it filter down her arms. 
Kristen cast the bra to the floor on top of her 
discarded sweater.

"I don't know what time I'll be home tonight," Jeff 
said, looking into his own personal mirror, which was 
fixed to the back of the clothes closet door. He was 
knotting his necktie. "Don't wait up for me. What was 
that you said about giving me something to remember you 
by while I'm gone? Honey, I'll only be with the guys a 
couple of hours."

Kristen remained as quiet as possible as she stripped 
out of her slacks. Getting to her feet, completely 
naked except for a pair of sexy bikini panties, Kristen 
put her hands on her wide hips and waited for Jeff to 
turn around.

When Jeff did turn around, his jaw dropped.

"Goddamn it, Kristen, even after all these years the 
sight of your body gives me an instant hard-on."

He tapped his crotch, his fingertips playing along the 
slumbering column of cock meat that was nestled inside.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever known in my entire 
life."

Kristen gave her shoulders a little shake, sending her 
huge, hard-nippled tits in motion. She licked her 
glistening red lips lewdly, suggestively. Even though 
she hadn't touched her cunt, she could feel the pussy 
juice oozing to her pink cunt lips, making her panties 
stick to her.

"I want to make sure that you remember what good stuff 
you've got waiting for you at home," Kristen said in a 
husky, sultry whisper. "And I don't even care if you 
brag about it to your buddies tonight, either."

Kristen's mind was reeling as she watched her husband's 
prick getting steadily larger and larger inside his 
slacks, stretching down the leg. He had a big, 
beautiful cock that measured a cunt-stretching ten-
inches long when it was fully hard.

"Tonight, my darling," Kristen said, her voice 
quivering a little as she struggled with herself to say 
the words that she knew her husband was dying to hear. 
"Tonight, before you leave, I'm yours to do with 
whatever you want."

"Anything?" Jeff's eyes widened visibly. "Mine? To do 
with whatever I want?"

Kristen nodded her head almost imperceptibly. Her heart 
was pounding in her chest. There was very little she 
wouldn't do for the man she loved, but Jeff did like 
some sexual things that she didn't care for, like 
fucking her tits and then cumming on her face.

Though Kristen loved it when he titty-fucked her, she 
always figured her big tits and his big cock were made 
for each other, then shot his hot, gooey cum all over 
her tits, she didn't like it when he came on her face.

Also, she didn't like to ass-fuck her husband. She'd 
spread her ass cheeks and taken his ten-inch-long cock 
into her asshole before, but it was always a painful 
experience, and Kristen just didn't care for it at all.

Something told her, perhaps it was the glint in Jeff's 
eyes, that her asshole was going to get reamed out 
before he took off on a drinking binge with his 
buddies.

"I want to give you what you want so you won't forget 
me here at home while you're out with your friends."

A shiver of fear rippled through Kristen's curvaceous 
body as Jeff walked boldly toward her, crossing the 
room in a few quick steps.

"Oh, Jeff!" Kristen gasped as her husband grabbed her 
tits.

He did it this way sometimes and it turned Kristen on 
in a way that she really didn't understand. Normally 
Jeff fondled her tits very softly, carefully caressing 
her lust-hardened nipples and sucking on them tenderly. 
But sometimes he was like a wild man, grabbing her tits 
and gouging his fingers deep into the huge mounds of 
feminine flesh.

He was being rough with her, and Kristen felt hot pussy 
juice oozing to the entrance of her cunt because of it.

Jeff's powerful fingers burrowed deep into her 4OD-cup 
tits. He cupped both tits, mauling them with his strong 
hands as he kissed her mouth brutally hard, thrusting 
his tongue between her lips.

Kristen twisted her arms around Jeff's neck, leaving 
her tits exposed for him to hungrily, passionately 
fondle. She groaned a little with pain when she felt 
his fingers twisting almost savagely one nipple. Hot 
bolts of pleasure and pain sizzled through her veins 
and her clit throbbed hotly between her cunt lips.

When the kiss finally ended, Kristen turned her face 
away from her husband, puffing his mouth down to her 
neck. She squirmed as he brutalized her big, aching, 
passion-hungry tits.

"Take me, Jeff. Any way you want me! Take me! Take me!"

Though she'd seen him this way before, Kristen had 
never seen Jeff quite this crazed with lust. Realizing 
that he was as turned on as she'd ever seen him 
delighted the big-titted brunette, letting her know 
that she still hadn't lost her feminine charms.

Still holding onto Kristen's tits, Jeff pushed her 
backward until the backs of her knees touched the edge 
of their large bed. He gave Kristen a powerful shove 
and she fell backward, her tits bouncing crazily on her 
chest, spread out a little more than normal now because 
she was on her back. There were red marks on her tits 
where Jeff's hands had been.

"You hot-blooded bitch!" he hissed.

Kristen stifled the shriek she kept trapped in her 
chest when Jeff grabbed her panties and ripped them off 
her. She laid there, her arms at her sides, legs 
flopping over the edge of the bed, completely naked. 
Jeff ripped open his pants and pulled out his huge, 
rock-solid cock. He didn't even bother to take his 
shirt and tie off or push his pants down much below his 
cock and balls.

"Oh, Jeff!" Kristen sighed as her husband dropped to 
his knees at the side of the bed and buried his face 
between her thighs.

She felt his tongue pushing between her cunt lips at 
the same time his hands once again covered her big, 
sensitive tits. Jeff fucked his stiffened tongue as 
deep into Kristen's cunt as he could, pinching and 
tugging on her aching nipples at the same time to send 
a strange combination of pleasure and pain rippling 
through her body.

"Eat me! Oh, God! Eat my cunt, Jeff!" Kristen sighed, 
rolling her head from side to side on the big, soft bed 
as she felt her cunt lips being pried apart by her 
husband's experienced tongue.

When Jeff sucked her clit between his lips and whipped 
the red-hot nubbin with his tongue, Kristen nearly came 
right then and there. The wild thrills that were going 
through her were almost more than she could sanely 
bear. The realization that she could still turn her 
husband into a sex-crazed maniac delighted her as she 
quivered on the bed, giving her senses free rein.

"Mmmmmmmft!" Jeff slurped, dragging his tongue through 
Kristen's tight, pink cunt lips until he reached her 
clit.

Jeff's prick wagged about from his waist, hard as a 
fence post, the cock head almost purple, very mean-
looking. He sank his fingers deep into Kristen's lush 
mounds of tits flesh, unmindful of whether he was 
hurting her or not, only concerned with having the most 
erotic experience of his life.

Kristen raised one knee, moving her foot over a little 
so that the back of her knee was on Jeff's shoulder and 
her leg bounced lightly on his back. She could feel his 
tongue probing deep inside her cunt, working between 
her slick pussy lips to drink up all the sweet, slick 
pussy-juice that she had to give.

"Soooooo goood!" Kristen purred, her lips parted a 
little as she squirmed in sexual ecstasy.

She loved it when her husband fucked his tongue into 
her cunt. Kristen almost always came extremely hard 
whenever Jeff decided to eat her pussy.

It came as a surprise when Jeff threw Kristen's legs 
over his shoulders. The backs of her knees were on his 
shoulders as he stood up. Kristen's ass rose off the 
bed. Her eyes got large as she wondered what her 
husband had in mind for her.

"Jeff what are you, awwwwwww!"

Without any preliminaries, without any forewarning, 
Jeff brought his cock head to Kristen's asshole and 
plunged into her.

The huge, bullet-shaped cock head met resistance at 
Kristen's tight asshole. But Jeff was not to be denied. 
He would not allow himself not to enjoy ass-fucking 
Kristen. It was something she so seldom allowed him.

Despite her size, Kristen felt like a rag doll getting 
raped. Only her head and shoulders were on the bed as 
Jeff gripped her thighs firmly in his hands, holding 
her so that the backs of her thighs were against the 
front of his body with her legs over his shoulders.

"Uh!" Jeff grunted with exertion, throwing his hips 
forward to sink another couple inches of his fiery, 
turgid prick into his voluptuous wife's asshole.

Kristen's big, creamy tits jiggled on her chest, the 
areolas a dark brown with the lust and agony that she 
felt. It seemed like her ass cheeks were being ripped 
apart by the thick, broad, oval-shaped shaft of her 
husband's cock. His prick tip kept burrowing deeper and 
deeper into her asshole. She felt consciousness 
slipping away from her, and as she felt this happening, 
the pain in her asshole became less intense.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Jeff grunted and heaved, pistoning his 
hips as he stood at the edge of the bed, trying to work 
all ten inches of his red-hot prick into Kristen's ass.

Kristen's arms were above her head, twitching on the 
bed as she felt Jeff's massive, conical cock head 
driving relentlessly deeper and deeper into her 
asshole. She moaned softly, surprised that she didn't 
feel much pain now, her mind spinning, a cloud seeming 
to have descended over her brain to make everything she 
felt hazy and indistinct.

"Take... take me, Jeff!" she murmured.

She knew that those were the words he wanted to hear as 
he lunged at her, sinking the last of his cock into her 
asshole. When Kristen felt his cum-churning balls slap 
into the crevice of her ass cheeks she realized that 
she'd taken all ten inches of his bone-hard cock into 
her ass.

Jeff spread his feet wide apart for better balance as 
he jerked his hips to and fro, pounding into his wife's 
ass cheeks, sinking his red-hot cock into her butt with 
furious energy. Each time he pulled back, he paused a 
moment, feeling her asshole flexing and tightening 
around his cock. Then he drove his cock into her 
asshole, throwing himself at her, pushing all of his 
prick into her ass as he pulled her back against 
himself.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

Kristen could hear the harsh sounds of Jeff's grunting 
as he pummeled her ass cheeks with his body, torturing 
and yet tantalizing her asshole with his gigantic 
prick.

She could hear the sound of her husband's body slapping 
against the backs of her firm, quivering thighs as he 
pounded his huge prick into her asshole. Each time 
Jeff's body struck against Kristen's, her tits shook on 
her chest, spread apart slightly, the nipples hard and 
tingling.

"Oh, Jeff! You're so big! You're too big for me," 
Kristen said weakly.

She opened her eyes just slits, looking through her 
dark eyelashes up at her husband. The expression on his 
face was one of obsession, of almost demonic lust. She 
saw the muscles in his forearms flexing just beneath 
the surface of his skin as he gripped her legs tightly, 
keeping her ass up in the air so that he could fuck it. 
His chest muscles bulged out more than Kristen could 
ever remember seeing before.

"Y-Your ass... is so... tight!" Jeff groaned through 
clenched teeth.

He threw his hips forward with extra energy, which 
caused his big-titted wife to give out a weak squeal. 
He watched her tits shaking from her chest and thought 
about fucking them, then decided that he should 
continue to ass-fuck Kristen as long as she was letting 
him.

"Cum, lover! Cum in my ass!"

Kristen's senses were becoming unclouded and she could 
once again feel the entire enormous length of her 
husband's throbbing cock as it lanced into her asshole. 
Kristen could feel the rim of Jeff's massive cock head 
sliding to and fro deep inside her butt. And though her 
ass cheeks felt like they were being ripped apart, 
Kristen was also filled with an almost overpowering 
sensation of being thoroughly crammed with hard cock 
meat.

The pain was coming back to her. When Kristen heard the 
familiar grumbling sound coming from deep within her 
husband's chest, she knew that she didn't have long to 
wait before she got his hot load of cum squirting deep 
in her asshole.

"Goddamn! Oh! Kristen! Sweet Kristen!"

The words delighted the big-titted brunette as she 
writhed in blissful agony at the end of her husband's 
long, thick, pulsating cock. She shivered, her big tits 
shaking on her chest. He bore into her, sliding every 
inch of his big prick between her ass cheeks, reaming 
out her butt until his cock was completely buried 
inside her.

Kristen felt Jeff's balls get trapped between her ass 
cheeks and his quivering, flexing thighs. When his 
balls pulled up between his legs, she felt them jerk 
and a second later felt cum gushing deep inside her 
asshole.

"Yesssss!" she hissed, tightening her asshole around 
the driving prick that lanced into her tortured butt 
again and again.

The deluge of cum that spewed out of Jeff's balls 
flooded Kristen's asshole. When she had used her ass to 
work every last drop of cum from his balls, Jeff pushed 
her legs off his shoulders. Kristen nearly slipped off 
the bed, her feet on the floor, the edge of the bed at 
the small of her back.

"Ohhhh! Darling, you haven't fucked me with that much 
energy in a long, long time."

Kristen felt absolutely fucked out. Like she didn't 
have another ounce of energy in her entire body. She 
fell to the floor, landing heavily on her still-aching 
ass cheeks.

"When I said I wanted to give you something to remember 
me by tonight, I never dreamed you'd throw something 
like that at me!"

"How was it?" Jeff asked, a confident smile playing 
with the corners of his mouth as he hitched up his 
pants, tucking his satisfied prick and empty balls back 
inside.

"I... I think you've fucked me out," Kristen replied, 
even her tongue sound weak and fucked-out. "Oh, dear, 
you really got horny, didn't you?"

Kristen continued sitting on the floor, leaning back 
against her bed until Jeff had left the house. Then, 
naked, she got back onto the bed, belly down, and fell 
to sleep, her asshole tingling madly from the blissful 
abuse it had received.

Kristen slept confidently, secure in the knowledge that 
she had fucked Jeff so well that he wouldn't even think 
about another woman that night.

She had no idea how wrong she was.


Chapter 2


When Kristen awoke Saturday morning, she reached across 
the bed to feel Jeff.

Only Jeff wasn't there.

Instantly she was vividly awake. She looked at the 
small clock beside the bed. It was eight-thirty in the 
morning and Jeff still wasn't home!

She threw the blankets off her naked, voluptuous body, 
her mind spinning as she thought about what might have 
happened to him.

Just then the telephone rang. Kristen answered it 
quickly.

"Jeff? Jeff? Are you all right?" she asked rapidly.

"Mrs. Hobson?" a strange male voice asked.

"Yes. This is Mrs. Hobson."

Kristen's heart stopped beating. She was convinced 
without being told that something terrible had happened 
to her beloved husband.

"Mrs. Hobson, this is Sheriff Carlisle, and I've got 
some bad news for you."

Sheriff Carlisle did have some bad news for Kristen, 
and when he was finished telling it, it didn't leave 
Kristen feeling sad. It left her feeling pissed as 
hell.

Jeff had been arrested in the wee hours of the morning 
on a Driving While Intoxicated charge. What made 
matters worse was that he had a woman with him and she 
was giving him a blow-job when Jeff was pulled over and 
subsequently arrested.

By the time Kristen hung up the phone, she had a slow 
burning anger inside her that she knew wouldn't easily 
be soothed. The lousy, rotten, two-timing son of a 
bitch! Thought Kristen as she sat in her bedroom.

Her asshole was still tingling a little from taking 
Jeff's monstrous, bone-hard prick into it the previous 
evening. Kristen remembered how she'd wantonly told 
Jeff that he could have her any way he wanted to. She 
was even going to let him titty-fuck her and cum on her 
face, if that would please him.

She did all that for him and how did she get treated in 
return? He goes out and gets a blow-job from some slut!

Kristen was fuming. She had to go to jail to get him 
out, but she really felt like leaving him in there over 
the weekend. If it wasn't for the fact that he had an 
extremely important business appointment early on 
Monday morning, she'd let him stay in jail.

But, of course, Kristen knew she couldn't let him stay 
there. The business appointment could change their 
lives. It might just possibly almost double their 
yearly income. No matter how angry Kristen was at her 
husband, she wouldn't allow herself to destroy an 
opportunity like that. He'd worked too hard to set the 
meeting up for her own petty grievances to stand in the 
way.

Still angry but now being able to think a bit more 
rationally, Kristen got up from the bed, wondering what 
she should do next.

* * *

Barbara waited until she heard the line click dead 
before she put her receiver on the cradle. She could 
feel the pounding of her heart in her chest.

Daddy was getting a blow-job from a woman while he was 
driving drunk, she thought. Now he's in jail and mom 
must be going right out of her mind!

A teenager, Barbara resembled her mother in many ways. 
She had Kristen's auburn hair, except Barbara had hers 
fashioned in a somewhat punk style, and combed back 
above the ear on one side. Her cheekbones were very 
prominent, and she usually highlighted them with a bit 
of rouge. Her eyes were hazel and quite beautiful.

Barbara didn't have her mother's big tits, but her 36C-
24-36 figure had turned many heads in her young life, 
and she was justifiably proud of her almost perfect 
proportions.

The girl took a pack of cigarettes from the drawer near 
her bed and lit one, inhaling the smoke slowly and 
letting it slowly exhale.

She had to help her mother get Jeff out of jail.

* * *

"So you were listening on the other extension then?" 
Kristen asked quietly, shocked that her daughter knew 
everything. "I'm sorry. You weren't supposed to hear 
that. At your age you shouldn't have to deal with 
problems like this."

"That's okay," Barbara said, standing uncomfortably in 
the doorway to her parents' bedroom. "I want to help if 
I can. I'm not a baby any more, you know."

Kristen looked at Barbara and smiled. It was true. 
Barbara wasn't a little girl any more. She was young 
and beautiful, and there was a toughness to her spirit 
that Kristen knew she herself didn't possess.

"Well, we'll see if there's anything you can do later," 
Kristen said finally. "Right now I've got to go to the 
police station and see what I can do to get Jeff out."

Barbara nodded her head thoughtfully. "Then I'll see 
you when you get back."

* * *

"I've got to check you for weapons," Deputy Phelps said 
to Kristen. "Put your hands against the wall and don't 
move 'em until I tell you otherwise."

A shiver of fear went through Kristen as she put her 
hands against the wall, placed her feet back a little 
more, and spread her feet in the standard position 
she'd seen on so many television shows.

Deputy Phelps had a rotten reputation in town as a man 
who would abuse his authority, and the reputation was 
well deserved.

"I've only come here to see my husband," Kristen said, 
surprised that her voice was just a whisper.

"Shut up!" Deputy Phelps snapped harshly. "Don't talk 
unless you're spoken to."

Kristen felt the deputy's hands at her ankle. His hands 
traveled up her leg, over her calf to her thigh. 
Kristen groaned softly as she felt Deputy Phelps's 
fingers kneading her thigh through her slacks.

"What are you doing?" Kristen asked as the deputy's 
hands moved slowly up her thigh.

"Shut the fuck up I said!"

Kristen closed her eyes. She dropped her head, her chin 
on her chest now. Despite her contempt for the deputy, 
she could feel a new warmth in her cunt from the way he 
was massaging her thigh, his hands moving closer and 
closer to her pussy.

At the top of her leg, his fingers nearly touching her 
pussy through her slacks and panties, the deputy's 
upward progress stopped and he started on her other 
ankle, once again working this way up.

Kristen sighed with relief. She didn't want him to 
touch her cunt because if he did he'd surely feel the 
pussy juice that was heating and moistening her cunt.

The hands were at her other thigh, kneading and 
massaging the muscular flesh. This time, however, the 
deputy boldly put his hand at the juncture of Kristen's 
thighs, pressing his fingers against her cunt lips.

"Oh!" Kristen gasped.

Deputy Phelps rubbed his hand back and forth over 
Kristen's cunt lips, forcing her panties to press hard 
against her tingling clit. She bit her lower lip softly 
to keep from moaning. Even though she despised the 
cruel bastard, his fingers were igniting a fire in her 
cunt that she knew wouldn't easily be doused.

"Lady, you've got one hell of a body," Deputy Phelps 
said, a cruel tone to his words. "One of the absolute 
best in town. You sure as hell have the biggest tits!"

He laughed and Kristen felt a sense of dread sweeping 
over her. There was nothing she could do to fight the 
bastard. If she didn't please Deputy Phelps, he could 
turn her away and she wouldn't have a chance to talk to 
Jeff.

When Kristen felt the deputy's fingers sliding under 
her sweater in back, touching her flesh, her clit 
throbbed hotly between her pink, juicy cunt lips. Not 
even her own personal revulsion of the man could stop 
her passion-hungry, wanton body from responding to what 
he was doing to her.

He pushed both hands up Kristen's sweater, all the way 
up to her shoulders. Then Deputy Phelps's right hand 
slipped around her body and he cupped her tit in his 
palm, the fingers pressing into her firm tit through 
her bra.

The tingles that went from Kristen's nipple through her 
body was like a powerful electric shock. She had a 
man's hand grabbing her tit, squeezing and rubbing it. 
Kristen's tits hadn't been touched by anyone but 
herself and Jeff in years. She hated Deputy Phelps for 
what he was doing to her, and yet she was getting 
turned on, too.

"Fuckin' A!" the deputy hissed under his breath.

He reached around Kristen's body with both hands and 
grabbed her tits under her sweater. His fingers bore 
deep into the 4OD-cup tits. As he fondled her tits, he 
rubbed his crotch against her ass cheeks, sliding his 
hips from side to side as his cock got hard inside his 
pants.

Kristen remained in the position, feet spread wide, 
leaning forward with her hands against the wall. Her 
eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she tried to ignore 
the swirling sensations of lust that were going through 
her. The heat of the deputy's prick seemed to go 
straight into her. It was almost as though neither of 
them had any clothes on and she could feel the burning 
heat of his throbbing cock against her naked ass 
cheeks.

Deputy Phelps pushed Kristen's sweater so that it was 
bunched above her tits and was above her shoulder 
blades in back. He chuckled as he grabbed her bra and 
unfastened the clasp at her back.

"Oh no!" Kristen moaned softly as she felt her bra 
loosening around her body, the cups releasing their 
tension against her huge boobs.

A moment later Kristen heard a zipping sound and felt 
the deputy's cock press between her ass cheeks. His 
arms wound around her body and he grabbed her tits, his 
fingers pushing the cups away from the boobs. He 
pinched her nipples hard and rolled them, which sent a 
fresh wave of pussy juice to Kristen's cunt.

"Suck my cock," the deputy hissed viciously.

Kristen shook her head. She wouldn't suck his cock no 
matter what. The only man in the world she'd ever given 
a blow-job to was her husband, and she wasn't going to 
change that fact with a cruel son of a bitch who forced 
himself upon her.

"Lousy cunt," Deputy Phelps hissed through clenched 
teeth.

He sank his fingers painfully deep into Kristen's tits 
to show her that he didn't like being denied anything. 
His uniform pants were down to his knees and his cock, 
all nine thick, fiery inches of it, was trapped between 
his body and Kristen's ass cheeks, rubbing against the 
fabric of her slacks.

Kristen could really feel the heat of the deputy's 
prick now. Her clit was tingling madly, erect with the 
lust that was sizzling through her, seething with 
passion. She wished that Deputy Phelps would once again 
reach between her wide-spread thighs to rub his hand 
against her cunt lips, then cursed herself silently for 
thinking such thoughts.

"Oh, yeah! Lady, you could really do my cock justice!" 
the deputy whispered. "I could really get off on a 
broad like you. I like cunt's with big tits and big 
asses!"

"You bastard," Kristen mumbled under her breath.

She waited for retribution, but apparently the deputy 
hadn't heard her. Kristen ran the tip of her tongue 
around her mouth, licking her lips to moisten them. The 
hands that worked over her tits had become more gentle, 
and the response her body had to having her tits 
fondled and her nipples pinched softly and rolled was 
powerful.

Slick, juicy girl-cum flowed to Kristen's cunt lips and 
she wondered if there was so much pussy juice there 
that it would seep through her panties and slacks. She 
could never see Jeff with a wet spot in her slacks. He 
knew what kind of horny woman she was, and he'd 
suspect, and accurately, what had happened the moment 
he saw her.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" the deputy moaned, sliding his hips 
back and forth.

His cock pulsated hotly as he rubbed it in the crevice 
of his captive's magnificent ass cheeks. Deputy Phelps 
kept his prick trapped between his own body and hers 
and though he wasn't actually fucking her, the 
stimulation the situation gave him made the cum simmer 
in his balls.

Kristen tried to control her breathing and the response 
her fiery body was having to what the deputy was doing 
to her. She tried and she failed. Her clit was too 
aroused to be calmed down. The cups of her bra were 
above her tits and the deputy was squeezing her big 
mounds of tit flesh firmly but without undue force, 
just the way Kristen liked her ultra-sensitive tits to 
be massaged.

"Suck my cock," the deputy repeated.

Kristen shook her head, her auburn hair jouncing a 
little. She couldn't speak. Her mouth was bone dry. The 
heat of the deputy's prick as it slid up and down 
through the tight valley of her ass cheeks was making 
her shiver with ecstasy.

Deputy Phelps felt his balls beginning to burn. He 
jerked his hips back and forth faster, huffing and 
panting as the underside of his prick slid against 
Kristen's slacks. He held tightly onto her tits, 
pressing his fingers deep into the biggest tits he'd 
ever felt in his life.

Kristen's eyes were squeezed tightly shut. She tried to 
picture the deputy's prick, mentally judging its length 
and thickness. She hadn't seen his cock, but from what 
she could tell he had a big, hard, delicious cock that 
she would love to suck and have jamming hard and fast 
into her dripping cunt. She would love to fuck the 
deputy, if only he wasn't forcing himself upon her, if 
only she wasn't married to Jeff, that two-timing 
bastard.

The hoarse gasp that Kristen heard behind her was 
followed almost instantly by the hot, juicy feel of cum 
splashing up her back.

Deputy Phelps released Kristen's tits and grabbed her 
hips, holding her securely as she leaned against the 
wall. His hips pistoned back and forth furiously as cum 
squirted from his balls and spit out of his piss hole.

Thick, white jets of cum shot out of the deputy's cock 
head. The cum lanced through the air and splashed onto 
Kristen's back, hitting her almost as high as her 
shoulder blades, leaving trails of gooey white cum down 
to the waistband of her slacks.

"Cunt! Whore!" the khaki-clad deputy groaned as cum 
exploded out of his free-swinging, overheated balls.

Kristen almost came herself just from the feel of the 
cum on her back. She felt the rivers of cum hitting her 
on the small of the back. Her cunt tightened up in 
response. Kristen shivered as her clit throbbed hotly 
between her tingling cunt lips.

"Ohhhhhh god!" Deputy Phelps sighed.

He let go of Kristen's hips and grabbed the shaft of 
his prick.

He stroked the shaft and cum trickled out of his piss 
hole. He rubbed his prick tip against Kristen's ass 
cheeks, rubbing off the white cum on her pants.

When he had shot his entire load of cum and completely 
emptied his balls, he stepped away from Kristen, his 
face flushed with the exertion of what he'd just done.

"Okay, now you can go see your husband," he said, 
hitching up his pants.

Kristen, her chin on her chest, remained motionless for 
a couple seconds. She could feel every drop of cum that 
the deputy had squirted onto her turgid flesh. Her 
tits, hanging beneath her, were still tingling hotly 
from his fingers. Her cunt lips were aching for a hard 
cock to spread them wide, her clit sizzling with 
anticipation.

Slowly she straightened up, not really knowing what to 
do. She kept her back toward the deputy so that he 
couldn't see her big, creamy tits.

Reaching behind her, Kristen tried to hook her bra 
together again. The move caused her tits to swell out 
from her chest even more than they normally did.

When she caught the ends of her bra and started to hook 
them together, Kristen felt cum on her fingers. She 
groaned her disapproval, hoping that the deputy would 
think she wasn't in the least bit aroused by what he'd 
just done to her.

When she had her bra back together and her tits nestled 
tightly inside the cups, she smoothed her sweater down 
over the huge swells of her boobs. She could feel the 
cum sticking to the sweater, and though she wouldn't 
admit it, the feel of the cum against her skin was an 
erotic sensation to the big-titted brunette.

"Can I see him now?" Kristen asked, turning around to 
face Deputy Phelps for the first time since he'd made 
her lean against the wall to be patted down.

"Sure thing. Now that I know you haven't got any 
weapons, you can see him as long as you want to."


Chapter 3


"The only way I can get out of here is if you can come 
up with a thousand dollars in cash," Jeff Hobson said, 
looking through the bars of the holding cell.

Kristen cursed under her breath. Her cunt was hot and 
juicy and even though she was so goddamn angry with 
Jeff that she could scream, she wanted to fuck him. 
Having the deputy's prick sliding between her ass 
cheeks, even though he hadn't taken her pants down, had 
fired up her lust so much that she was horny as hell.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do," Kristen said.

She glanced around Jeff and saw Ol' Zachery, the town 
drunk, sleeping it off on the cot against the wall of 
the cell.

"Tell me everything that happened, Jeff. And you'd 
better tell me the truth or I'll turn around and let 
you rot in here."

Kristen was surprised that Jeff gave her the whole 
truth, detail for detail, without trying to varnish the 
facts to make them appear less offensive. And the facts 
were simple enough, Jeff had gotten drunk and said he'd 
give this woman a ride home. In his car she whipped out 
his cock and started to give him a blow-job. It was 
then that he got picked up for DWI.

"And I didn't even cum," Jeff said softly.

"I'll bet you're going crazy then," Kristen replied. "I 
know how you hate getting your cock sucked without 
cumming."

"I'm going out of my mind. Please, Kristen, can't you 
help me?"

"With the thousand dollars for bail?"

"Yes, of course with that. But also with this."

Even as angry as she was with Jeff, Kristen's mouth 
watered like she was anticipating a delicious steak 
when her husband whipped out his half-hard cock and 
stuck it between the bars of his cell. Kristen looked 
at Jeff's prick, remembering how it had fucked her into 
ecstasy countless times.

"Goddamn you, Jeff!" she spat, fighting to have venom 
in her words.

She couldn't take her eyes off his prick. It looked 
absolutely beautiful to her, and her cunt was already 
heated up from the deputy's hands and cock.

"I hate you and love you all at the same time."

Kristen sank to her knees on the hard concrete floor of 
the jail. She looked at her husband's cock head. The 
prick was growing even though she wasn't touching it. 
In a couple seconds Jeff's prick stretched out to its 
full, throbbing size of ten inches long.

"You're a lousy bastard, but I love you," Kristen 
murmured.

She kissed Jeff's cock head, smacking her lips softly 
on the spongy prick tip. Her pink tongue slithered out 
between her lips and Kristen licked the clefted 
underside of the cock head. The taste of the cock, as 
it always did, turned Kristen on. Her aching cunt 
pulsed hotly, needing a cock to spread her cunt lips 
more than ever before.

"Mmmmmm!" she purred softly, licking around the fat, 
bullet-shaped head of her husband's meaty cock.

Kristen grabbed the bars of the cell, using just her 
mouth on her husband's cock. He was pressing himself 
hard against the bars, trying to avail as much of his 
red-hot cock to Kristen's lips and tongue as he could.

When she had the cock head moist with her saliva, 
Kristen kissed the piss hole. She opened her lips just 
a little, taking the piss hole between them. She used 
the tip of her tongue against the end of her husband's 
cock, flicking her tongue against his piss hole in a 
way she knew he enjoyed.

"Suck it, Kristen," Jeff sighed, looking through the 
bars at his beautiful wife as she knelt on the other 
side of the cell. "Oh, baby, nobody gives a blow-job 
like you do! I never should have let anybody suck my 
cock. Nobody but you, Kristen! From now on, you're the 
only one who'll ever give me a blow-job."

That was small consolation for Kristen, but she 
couldn't think about it because her pussy was sizzling 
with lust and even though she couldn't get fucked, at 
least she could have a cock to fill her mouth.

She nodded her head and shoulders, slowly taking more 
and more of Jeff's meaty cock head into her mouth. 
Finally, her lips stretching wide, she sucked the 
entire prick tip into her mouth. Her tingling lips 
tightened around the broad, throbbing shaft, right 
behind the rim of the cock head.

"Mmmmmm!" Kristen passionately moaned, swirling her 
tongue against the underside of the cock head.

She drew a suction on the cock head and her cheeks 
caved in, conforming  perfectly to the bulbous prick 
tip that filled her mouth. Kristen breathed deeply 
through her nostrils, and her 4OD-cup tits jiggled from 
her chest, confined inside the bra.

Nibbling on the shaft, Kristen chewed tenderly on her 
husband's cock, sucking more of it into her mouth. She 
could feel the throbbing prick tip rubbing against the 
roof of her mouth, traveling slowly toward her throat.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned again, kneading her butter-soft 
lips on the shaft of Jeff's prick as her tongue rubbed 
against the pulsing underside of the cock.

Kristen squeezed the bars of the cell so tightly that 
her knuckles turned white. Her back felt clammy with 
the deputy's cum making her sweater stick to her skin. 
The cum had cooled now and Kristen wished that she 
could wash it off. The cum felt good on her when it was 
hot. Now the cum was caked and cold, and she didn't 
like it at all.

"Deeper, Kristen," Jeff sighed.

Kristen sucked the prick between her lips until Jeff's 
cock head was at the back of her mouth. She inhaled 
through her nose deeply, swelling her tits out, feeling 
her nipples itching for attention.

"Mmmmmmft!" she slurped, withdrawing the cock from the 
hot, moist recesses of her mouth.

Kristen's lips crept over the ridge of the cock head. 
Once again holding just the tip of the prick in her 
mouth, she whipped the piss hole with her tongue, 
searching for and finally receiving a pungent drop of 
pre-cum.

Kristen's large, deep brown eyes glazed over with the 
lust for cock that consumed all her thoughts and 
emotions. She licked the head of her husband's cock, 
tilting her head back to look up at his face. His eyes, 
too, were glassy with lust as he peered through the 
bars of the cell down at her.

"I love your cock," Kristen whispered, nuzzling the 
prick tip with her lips as she spoke. "You're a 
cheating bastard, but I'm in love with your cock. It 
tastes so good in my mouth."

"That's my baby," Jeff whispered.

Kristen could only hope that Ol' Zachary would continue 
sleeping, and that Deputy Phelps would stay in the 
office area of the jail. Swallowing Jeff's hot load of 
cum wouldn't satisfy her lusty needs, but it would be 
enough to give her some pleasure, and that was all she 
really hoped for as she pushed her lips over his cock 
head.

She bobbed over the end of Jeff's prick, bringing her 
lips back and forth over the cock head. Her tongue 
curled around the thick, throbbing shaft of his cock as 
she held it deep in the sucking recesses of her hot, 
juicy mouth.

Drops of pre-cum oozed out of Jeff's piss hole and 
Kristen licked them off the moment they came out. She 
shivered, her nipples hard as pebbles inside her tight-
fitting bra. Kristen thought of grabbing her tits, or 
perhaps rubbing her cunt lips. She needed to cum, to 
feel her clit exploding as slick waves of pussy juice 
streamed out of her tight cunt.

But Kristen also didn't want to get caught with her 
pants down, literally, if Deputy Phelps came in. She 
had managed to keep his prick out of her mouth and 
cunt, but if he caught her with her cunt exposed, she 
was certain that he would just throw her down on the 
concrete floor and rape her.

"Lick it, baby! Chew on my cock!"

Kristen bobbed her lovely face over her husband's prick 
faster and faster. The pre-cum was oozing from his piss 
hole steadily now, making the big-titted woman thirsty 
for his full load of cum. She wanted to feel his thick, 
juicy wads of cum splattering against the roof of her 
mouth and against her tonsils, feel his cock head 
pulsating with lust as his balls emptied themselves 
down her throat.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Kristen purred, hollowing her cheeks in to 
squeeze the sides of Jeff's cock head as she tongued 
the underside of the cock crown.

Taking her right hand from the iron bar, Kristen 
gripped her husband's cock tightly. She squeezed the 
shaft, watching the cock head expanding in size, the 
end of her husband's prick just a couple inches from 
her face.

"Hurry, Jeff," Kristen whispered, staring at her 
husband's pulsing prick tip. "We haven't got much 
time."

She stroked the cock from the cock head down to the 
shaft, working her fist over the entire length of 
Jeff's prick hard and fast. The throbbing, pulsing 
prick sent heat through Kristen's palm. Pussy juice had 
made her cunt extremely wet. Looking down, she saw that 
there was indeed a wet spot in her slacks from her own 
excitement.

"Suck it!" Jeff hissed.

Kristen pushed her lips over the meaty cock head. The 
moment her glistening lips slipped over the rim of 
Jeff's prick tip, she felt the cock head throb against 
her tongue.

A thick, pungent squirt of cum raced through the length 
of Jeff's cock, washing against Kristen's tonsils. She 
was shocked at the force of her husband's blast, caught 
off guard, and Kristen nearly choked. Before she had 
time to regain her composure, another rich, salty blast 
of cum squirted out of Jeff's cock head.

"Ahhhhhh!" he sighed, his face pressed between two bars 
of the cell as his balls detonated out their hot, 
gushing load of cum.

Kristen pulled back so that only Jeff's piss hole was 
still between her lips. She swallowed furiously, 
feeling the gooey cum trickling down her throat as more 
of the salty, syrup-like cum jetted out of Jeff's piss 
hole and gushed against her tongue.

"Arrrggghhhh!" Jeff groaned, his face contorted with 
the wild, bone-jarring ecstasy of cumming in his wife's 
hot mouth.

After the third eruption of cum, Kristen finally caught 
up with her husband. She twirled her tongue around his 
piss hole as gooey blasts of cum spewed out. The hot, 
salty flavor of the cum made her red-hot clit tingle 
delightfully. She wondered when she would be able to 
get Jeff's cock driving like a jack-hammer in her cunt.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she slurped soulfully, swallowing the last 
of her husband's cum.

Kristen sucked the cock as deep into her mouth as she 
could take it, feeling the prick tip rubbing against 
her tonsils, nearly reaming out her throat. She stroked 
the cock shaft and worked a couple final drops of cum 
from the tube of his prick, then leaned back, sitting 
on the backs of her heels, taking his cock out of her 
mouth.

"You're still a bastard, I want you to know that," she 
whispered, looking up into Jeff's face as she tenderly 
worked her fingertips over the length of his cock. "I 
only did this so that you wouldn't go crazy. But I'm 
angry with you, Jeff. I don't want you to forget that."

Kristen leaned forward, her tits shaking a little 
beneath the sweater, and sucked for another couple 
seconds on her husband's prick.

She finally got to her feet, her entire body twitching 
a little with the need to have her pussy stuffed with a 
bone-hard, driving cock.

"You've got to get me out of here by Monday morning," 
Jeff whispered, looking down into his wife's dark brown 
eyes. "Do whatever you have to, Kristen. I need to get 
out of here so that I can make that appointment. You 
know how much that would mean to both of us!"

Kristen nodded her head. It was true. The appointment 
would be wonderful for them.

As she walked out of the jail she thought about what 
Jeff had told her. The words 'Do whatever you have to, 
Kristen' seemed to ring in her ears.


Chapter 4


Barbara pulled the mesh stocking up her leg until the 
elasticized top was in her fingertips. She smoothed the 
stocking around her thigh. The stocking came up her 
leg, the dark elasticized band at the top of the 
stocking about six or seven inches below her cunt.

She was dressing quickly and angrily. Since talking 
with her mother, Barbara realized she had to take 
charge of the situation.

Kristen had told Barbara everything and Barbara had 
listened with total concentration as Kristen told of 
how Deputy Phelps had felt her tits and jerked off on 
her back, and how she had sucked daddy's cock through 
the bars of his jail cell until he came in her mouth 
and she swallowed his salty cum.

All of it had done two things for Barbara, excited her 
and it made her realize how naive her mother could be. 
If Barbara was certain of anything it was that Kristen 
really didn't understand the whole scope of the 
problems that they had to face together if they were 
ever going to get Jeff out of jail before his all-
important Monday morning business appointment.

One: they had to raise a thousand dollars in cash for 
bail money. Since the banks were closed, they would 
have to borrow the money from friends.

Two: they had to somehow find someone who would vouch 
for Jeff, so that he could get released on bail before 
having to go before a judge when court opened Monday 
afternoon.

As she thought about what she'd said to Kristen, 
Barbara smiled. Kristen had just stepped out of the 
shower when Barbara started laying out clothes for her 
to wear.

"Put these on and nothing else, Mother," Barbara said, 
her tongue authoritative. "You've got a beautiful body 
and maybe that can work for us. We've got a lot to do 
and it won't help if you hide those big tits under 
fluffy sweaters."

Barbara had gotten no argument from her mother as she 
laid out the clothes she figured Kristen would look 
sexiest in. Not until Kristen started getting dressed 
did Barbara leave the bedroom so that she could get 
ready for the evening's escapades herself.

She glanced at the wristwatch on her left wrist. It was 
six-thirty.

The watch had been a gift from her father on her 
sixteenth birthday. This memory brought a chill over 
Barbara as she thought about how miserable Jeff must be 
in that cold, dank jail cell.

Barbara squirmed into a pair of extremely skimpy bikini 
panties. They were black, and hardly covered up her 
cunt bush. At her hips it was just a thin strip of 
fabric.

Next she stepped into a leather miniskirt. She slipped 
it around her hips, then pulled up the zipper in back. 
The miniskirt came down to just below the tops of her 
black mesh stockings, exactly as Barbara had planned.

From her closet Barbara extracted a black leather suit 
coat. She slipped it on and looked at herself in the 
mirror without buttoning it. The leather looked good 
against her skin. Her big, creamy tits, which were 
naturally high and round, looked even more tempting in 
contrast to the dark leather. She buttoned the jacket, 
not bothering to put a blouse on at all.

From her right ear two strings of fake-diamond earrings 
dangled. Barbara's right earlobe was pierced twice, her 
left earlobe only once.

"This is going to be one crazy fuckin' night," she 
murmured under her breath.

The teenager's auburn hair was swirled into a wave in 
front, with a curl of bangs coming down over her left 
eye. The diamond earring in her left lobe glittered. 
The single diamond stud in her left lobe, which was 
really just glass, couldn't be seen.

Also from her closet Barbara took out her most daring 
shoes. They were open-toed, with high stiletto heels. 
Although the shoes were a little uncomfortable to wear 
for extended periods of time, Barbara figured it 
wouldn't matter. She doubted she'd be spending much 
time on her feet that evening.

Dropping a tube of lipstick into the pocket of her 
coat, Barbara left the house after checking to see on 
her mother's progress.

"I'm hurrying! I'm hurrying!" Kristen replied angrily, 
buttoning up the lacy white lacy blouse that Barbara 
had selected for her. "I'm just not used to going 
without a bra, that's all."

 * * *

On her Honda 350cc motorcycle, Barbara felt daring and 
wild. The miniskirt was bunched around her hips, and 
the wind was blowing against her cunt, through her 
panties, as she rode through the suburban streets.

Unlike her beautiful mother, Barbara was fully aware of 
her own raging sexuality and of her bizarre fetishes. 
She wanted more than anything to be a rock 'n' roll 
queen, to stand on a stage and sing to huge crowds. 
This desire to be on stage manifested itself in a full-
blown exhibitionistic streak. Barbara was a performer 
and as such she loved having an audience.

For the teenager, it almost seemed a waste of time to 
fuck someone unless she had someone else watching her. 
Despite her tender years, she'd already lost count of 
the times that she'd fucked some boy from school while 
all his buddies watched. She really enjoyed giving 
blow-jobs while having her pussy stuffed with a cock. 
Group sex was what triggered Barbara's most powerful 
orgasms.

Pulling her motorcycle over to the curb, Barbara turned 
the engine off and swung her leg over the seat, smiling 
to herself when two young boys got a quick glimpse of 
her bikini panties.

She walked up the narrow concrete path to the front 
door and pushed the doorbell. She heard a chime sound 
inside and then the shuffling of feet.

When the door opened, Mr. Jones's bespectacled face 
appeared in the opening.

"Yes?" he asked in his high-pitched voice.

Barbara's big tits were on display, the cleavage tight 
and milky. It took a moment for the old man to notice 
her tits, but when he did his eyes got big and round.

"Hello, Mr. Jones," Barbara said, confidence surging 
through her as he stared at her boobs. "I wonder if I 
might have a moment to talk to you in private. You see, 
you're the president of the bank that my parents have 
their money at and there's something very important I 
must talk to you about."

"Yes, well, I don't know," he said quietly, a tremulous 
quality in his tone. "This is most unusual. There are 
normal banking hours for this sort of thing."

"Yes, sir, I'm well aware of that. But an emergency has 
come up and it's very important that I see you, that I 
talk to you in private."

It took all of Barbara's will-power not to openly laugh 
when Mrs. Jones's jaw dropped open as she walked by. 
Barbara's legs scissored smoothly as she walked and old 
Mrs. Jones just about fainted as she sat on the couch 
knitting.

Barbara was escorted to Mr. Jones's small office in the 
back of the house. The place smelled musty and Barbara 
could tell that he was the kind of man ideally suited 
for banking. He probably didn't go to the bathroom 
until he wrote it down in the books, in triplicate, and 
then he asked for his wife's permission.

Barbara told her story without leaving any of the 
important details out. She told Mr. Jones everything, 
including the part about her father getting a blow-job 
when he was arrested. When she was finished there was a 
definite lump in the bank president's crotch.

"So you see, sir, if you could only write a cashier's 
check for the bail, I could get my father out of jail. 
I'll pay you back every red cent, and I'd be so 
grateful to you."

Barbara uncrossed her legs and spread them, hiking her 
miniskirt over the tops of her stockings.

"Wouldn't you want me grateful to you?" she asked 
sensually, allowing the tip of her tongue to play 
around her full, glistening red lips. "I think I could 
do you a world of good. You see, Mrs. Jones may enjoy 
spending her time knitting, but what I like to do is 
suck cock. Doesn't that sound interesting to you?"

Barbara once again had to keep from laughing. Behind 
those thick glasses was a pale face and wide eyes that 
simply couldn't comprehend what was happening.

She slipped off the chair, getting on her knees on the 
floor of the small, musty office. Within seconds 
Barbara had Mr. Jones's cock out of his pants. Though 
he hadn't said anything, Barbara knew that he'd do what 
she wanted him to.

It was mildly surprising to Barbara that Mr. Jones, who 
wasn't very tall and really didn't seem like the kind 
of guy who would have one, was quite well hung. His 
prick was a decent seven inches long and it was 
actually quite thick.

Without giving him a chance to stop her, Barbara put 
her face in his lap, pushing her red lips over his 
prick tip.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, sucking the entire cock head 
into her mouth, kneading the shaft with her lips while 
her tongue went to work on the lust-hardened cock meat.

"Oh, my! Oh, my!" Mr. Jones moaned, looking down at the 
mass of wavy auburn hair that was swirling about at his 
waist.

Barbara guessed that Mrs. Jones wasn't one to give 
blow-jobs, so she wasn't going to hold anything back 
from Mr. Jones. She pushed her lips down the shaft of 
his cock until his prick tip was nudging the back of 
her mouth. Then, relaxing the muscles in her neck, she 
sucked the cock completely down her throat.

Mr. Jones's thighs quivered as he felt the entire 
length of his cock being enveloped in the teenager's 
warm, clutching throat.

Barbara pushed her face hard against his body, feeling 
the edge of the zipper against her nose. She rubbed her 
chin against his balls and tongued the shaft of his 
cock as best as she could with her throat crammed with 
his prick.

After a while Barbara pulled her lips up the throbbing 
shaft of his cock, holding just the prick tip in her 
mouth. She nodded her head, whipping her lips over the 
ridge of his cock head while tonguing the underside of 
the big, meaty, delicious crown of his prick. As she 
sucked Barbara unfastened the two buttons that held her 
leather jacket together.

She purred lustily, bobbing on the prick, taking it 
down her throat several times. She loved deep-throating 
cocks and the only thing that could make it an ever 
better experience for Barbara would be if Mrs. Jones 
would walk in and watch her as she sucked her husband's 
bone-hard prick.

The teenager's 36C-cup tits jiggled from her chest, the 
nipples hard, the areolas pink and rosy with the 
excitement that she felt. Continuing to suck on the 
prick, massaging its entire length with her lips and 
tongue, Barbara opened Mr. Jones's pants and squirmed 
them down to his knees.

At last she took the cock out of her mouth. She looked 
up at his face, smiling lustfully.

"Do you want me to suck you off, or would you like to 
fuck me, sir?" she asked quietly, mischievously, her 
eyes shining with the glow of youthful lust.

"I... I guess I want to..."

Barbara grabbed Mr. Jones's cock and the words seemed 
to get choked off in his throat. His eyes were glued to 
her nipples.

"Why don't you fuck me?" Barbara stood up quickly, 
aware of how her tits were jiggling and the effect that 
had on the bank president. "I think that would make us 
both very happy."

She pushed the sleeves of her jacket over the elbows, 
then pulled her miniskirt up to reveal her bikini 
panties. Hooking her thumbs into the panties, Barbara 
pulled them slowly past her hips, down her legs over 
the mesh stockings.

She stepped out of her panties, tucking them into a 
pocket of her jacket. Standing up again, Barbara spread 
her legs wide, balancing on her five-inch spike heels, 
and started pushing the fingers of her right hand 
through her curly, dark bush of cunt hair.

"You want to fuck this pussy, don't you, Mr. Jones?" 
Barbara whispered, promising heights of ecstasy the 
staid bank president had never before known. "You want 
to stick your cock in my young cunt and cum inside me, 
don't you? That's okay. You can say so. I won't get 
angry with you if you admit it."

It pleased Barbara that Mr. Jones couldn't speak. She 
gave him the full force of her sultry, lusty smile. 
Spreading her feet wider apart, she brought her left 
hand up and cupped one luscious tit. With her right 
hand she slipped a finger into the seething recesses of 
her hot, juicy pussy.

"Yesssss! You don't have to say it, but I know you want 
to fuck me. I know you do." Barbara turned it on for 
Mr. Jones, the staid, quiet bank president who spent 
the vast majority of his life looking at ledgers rather 
than a sexy teenager who seemed to enjoy finger-fucking 
herself so much she looked like she was about to cum.

Barbara slipped her finger in and out of her cunt until 
it was wet with her pussy juice. Then, lewdly, she 
sucked on her finger like it was a small, slender cock, 
enjoying the flavor of her own feminine cum.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, her eyes burning into the bank 
president.

Walking toward him slowly, holding her mini-skirt up 
around her waist, Barbara straddled his legs as he 
continued sitting in the chair. Reaching down with her 
left hand, she used her fingers to spread her cunt lips 
a little. She used her right hand to guide the cock 
head to her pink cunt lips.

"See how grateful I can be?" she purred.

Barbara lowered herself until she felt the fat crown of 
the bank president's prick rubbing against her slightly 
parted cunt lips. She gasped, a little louder than 
necessary, shivering with the ecstasy that was going 
through her. It was shocking to her that she could get 
so turned on by a man who had so little physical 
charms.

At least he's got a hard cock, the teenager thought 
happily.

She slowly relaxed the muscles in her legs and felt her 
pussy lips being wedged apart by the mushroom-shaped 
head of Mr. Jones's cock.

When the prick tip was inside her pussy, Barbara 
released the cock. She put her hands on her stocking-
encased thighs, feeling the texture of her mesh 
stockings against her palms. Slowly, inch by inch, her 
cunt lips puckering inward, she took the entire length 
of his prick into the seething pussy that so 
passionately needed a cock to fill it.

"Ohhhhh!" the young girl moaned softly as she rested on 
Mr. Jones's thighs, his cock throbbing hotly deep 
inside her cunt.

"Mr. Jones, you've got a beautiful prick. You really, 
really do."

She started bouncing on his lap, working her pink, 
tight cunt lips over the shaft and head of Mr. Jones's 
fiery, turgid prick. As she raised and lowered her 
luscious ass on his lap, Barbara's tits bounced near 
his face.

"Suck my tits!" the teenager gasped, cupping her tits 
from the underside to raise them, pushing her nipples 
close together.

"You are so..."

The words seem to get lost inside Mr. Jones's mind. He 
opened his mouth and Barbara pushed one tit between his 
lips. When his lips surrounded her nipple, taking in 
almost all of her pink areola, she shivered and dropped 
down, working her cunt lips along the shaft of his cock 
until she could massage the entire prick in the tight 
sheath of her pussy.

"Mmmmmmm!" Mr. Jones moaned as he sucked on the girl's 
tit.

Barbara continued to bounce on his lap. When his hands 
slipped around her waist and he cupped and fondled her 
tight, smooth ass cheeks as she fucked him, Barbara was 
more pleased than ever. The old man was breaking out of 
his shell, going for the satisfaction that she wanted 
to give him, and Barbara couldn't have been more happy 
about it.

"Ohhhhh! You're such a big man!"

Barbara inserted her other nipple into his hot, sucking 
mouth. His tongue sent shocks of ecstasy rippling 
through her veins. She could feel his red-hot prick 
getting harder inside her cunt.

She dropped down, taking all of his cock in her pussy, 
then twirled her hips around in a circular motion. 
Barbara could feel the cock head rubbing around deep 
inside her pussy, spreading her cunt walls as her pussy 
lips worked on the root of his cock's shaft.

"Kiss me!" the teenager hissed.

Barbara forced Mr. Jones's mouth off her tit, bringing 
her lips to his. She kissed him with fierce passion, 
knowing that she was turning him on more than he had 
been in years and years. She thrust her tongue between 
his lips, slithering it deep into his mouth. When Mr. 
Jones pushed his tongue into her mouth, she danced her 
tongue over it, sucking on it lustfully.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned as he grabbed her tits, pressing 
his fingers almost timidly into her firm melons of tit 
flesh.

Barbara bounced faster and faster, her clit rubbing 
against the hard cock as she worked her cunt lips over 
the shaft of Mr. Jones's prick. When, quite suddenly 
and without warning, she felt his cum splashing inside 
her pussy, she kissed his mouth and sucked on his 
tongue. Dropping down on the prick to satisfy all of it 
with the liquid warmth of her cunt, Barbara churned her 
lips as blasts of cum detonated out of the old man's 
balls.

"Ohhhh! Mr. Jones, you are absolutely wonderful," 
Barbara whispered, holding his face in her hands as she 
looked down at him. "You know, there's going to come a 
day when I walk into your glass-lined office at the 
bank and suddenly nobody is going to see me. And do you 
know why they won't be able to see me? It's going to be 
because I'm under your desk sucking your beautiful 
cock!"

She got off his lap, groaning softly as her cunt was 
suddenly emptied of his prick. As Mr. Jones regained 
his breath, Barbara carefully worked her panties back 
up her leg, pulled her stockings a little higher up her 
thighs, then smoothed her leather miniskirt down once 
again.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones. If you do agree to give a loan 
so that I can get my father out of jail, that's great. 
And if you don't, I still thank you for that wonderful 
fucking."

Barbara put her hands on his shoulders and bent down, 
kissing his head lightly.

"And I wasn't lying. I really am going to show up at 
your office some day and give you the best blow-job 
you've ever had, and all your bank tellers and 
customers will be able to see you and not me and not be 
able to figure out why you've got this strange, 
satisfied look on your face."

She buttoned up her jacket, waved good-bye to him, then 
left his house feeling quite satisfied. Barbara wasn't 
the kind of teenager who usually fucked older men, but 
they could be quite surprising, quite interesting. Mr. 
Jones really had tickled her clit and filled her pussy 
nicely, and she could still feel his hot cum inside 
her.

With a bounce in her step, Barbara headed for her 
motorcycle, anxious to tell Kristen about how she'd 
made sure Jeff would have his bail money.


Chapter 5


Barbara saw the flashing red lights and pulled her 
motorcycle over to the curb. Before she had a chance to 
even ask questions, Deputy Phelps and Sheriff Carlisle 
had her thrown against the squad car and were reading 
her, her rights.

"But what have I done?" Barbara asked.

Deputy Phelps put a hand on Barbara's back and pushed. 
She was flattened over the hood of the squad car. Her 
big tits nearly spilled out of the neckline of the 
leather jacket as they were pressed against the police 
car's hood. In back, bending over like she was, her 
miniskirt pulled up, showing off the backs of her 
thighs almost to her panties. Even the tops of her 
stockings and some of her bare flesh was exposed 
because of the position she was in.

"Please, I haven't done anything wrong!"

Her arms were wrenched behind her back and Barbara felt 
steel handcuffs locking around her wrists. An 
overpowering sense of dread swept over her as she 
tested the handcuffs and found that she couldn't get 
them off.

"You drive," Sheriff Carlisle said in a commanding tone 
to his deputy.

Barbara's heart was pounding as she was brought to the 
back of the squad car and shoved inside. When Sheriff 
Carlisle got in with her, she knew she was in for big 
trouble.

"Why am I here? I haven't done anything wrong!"

Sheriff Carlisle turned toward Barbara, his eyes 
burning with anger.

"No, little lady, you ain't done nothin' wrong! But 
that bitch mother of yours has gone to see Mayor 
Collins, and now he wants to know why we arrested your 
drunk father!"

"My father is not a drunk!"

"He was last night when he was driving!"

Barbara shook her head in confusion. The handcuffs bit 
into the tender flesh of her wrists. She felt totally 
vulnerable and helpless and suddenly wished that she 
hadn't worn such a short skirt. Her leather miniskirt 
was bunched up so high on her thighs it showed the 
flesh above her stocking tops.

"Let me tell you this, Barbara Hobson, if the shit hits 
the fan and any of that shit hits me, I'm going to make 
your life miserable in this town."

He was looking straight into Barbara's eyes as he 
unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his thighs.

"Now why don't you show me that you really haven't got 
anything against me?"

He moved across the seat, putting an arm around 
Barbara's shoulders. She was glad now that she had 
applied a fresh coat of lipstick to her mouth after 
having it rubbed off on Mr. Jones's cock. Barbara knew 
that if she didn't please Sheriff Carlisle, he'd make 
her life a living hell, just like he promised.

When he kissed her, Barbara closed her eyes. His hand 
slipped inside her jacket, cupping her tit. She felt 
tingles coming from her nipple, which was quickly 
becoming hard and erect.

She moaned, shocked with herself for becoming aroused 
so easily. Even though she didn't like the situation 
she was in, her perpetually responsive body was coming 
alive to what was being done to it.

The squad car moved away from the curb, driving 
aimlessly through the suburban streets, as Barbara gave 
herself over totally to the sensations the sheriff's 
hand and mouth were eliciting from her.

Sheriff Carlisle fumbled with the buttons of Barbara's 
jacket for a bit before he got it open. She sighed as 
she felt her tits jiggle, unconfined now without the 
leather to hold them. Between her slender thighs she 
could feel the pussy juice moistening the lips of her 
cunt.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.

Sheriff Carlisle just chuckled. Barbara turned her face 
away from him and he kissed the smooth, velvety arch of 
her neck, his hand squeezing her tit firmly. She 
shivered with delight, finding it oddly stimulating to 
have the handcuffs around her wrists.

"You've got a great body," the sheriff hissed, kissing 
his way slowly down to Barbara's quivering tits.

Barbara looked at Deputy Phelps as he drove the squad 
car.

He had the rear view mirror twisted so that he could 
see her.

An audience was all Barbara ever really needed to get 
so turned on she couldn't help herself and she suddenly 
realized that she had one. Even if she hadn't planned 
it to work out this way, she did indeed have an 
audience. Her clit throbbed hotly between her cunt 
lips. She felt lust flare up like an inferno inside 
her. And then the sheriff's mouth was devouring her 
ripe cherry nipples and she was squirming, and writhing 
in bliss in the back seat of the squad car.

Barbara moaned as she felt the hot mouth sucking her 
nipple into a fiery bud of raw, tingling flesh. She put 
her head back against the seat, shivering as Sheriff 
Carlisle bared his teeth and bit her nipple.

"Mmmmmmft!" he mumbled, whipping the nipple with his 
tongue.

Sheriff Carlisle put his hand on Barbara's knee, 
feeling her stocking against his palm. He pushed her 
knees apart, his hand creeping slowly up her leg. 
Barbara's heart pounded faster as she felt the hand 
moving higher and higher. And even though she disliked 
the sheriff on a personal level, she couldn't deny the 
satisfaction he was giving her. She spread her knees 
wide apart and her miniskirt pulled up to her hips.

"Ohhhhh! Please don't," Barbara whispered without 
meaning the words she felt she had to say.

The hand pressed against her tight, pink cunt lips. 
Even through her black bikini panties the contact of 
the sheriff's fingers to her clit sent raw, jagged 
bolts of ecstasy sizzling through her curvaceous, 
electrified body.

The sheriff continued sucking on Barbara's nipples, 
licking and sucking and biting the warm feminine flesh 
as he fondled her pussy through her panties. At his 
crotch, his big cock was fully erect, hard as steel, 
waiting to be shoved into the teenager's ripe, wanton, 
thoroughly fuckable body.

As Barbara pressed back into the seat, she could once 
again feel the handcuffs biting sharply into her 
wrists. Knowing full well that she was helpless against 
these men sent trembles of excitement and fear through 
her.

The sheriff's hand was rubbing hard against her cunt 
lips and clit. Hot, slick pussy juice was lubricating 
the teenager's hungry, seething cunt. The lips and 
tongue that went from one nipple to the other added 
fuel to the fire of wanton, unbridled lust that made 
Barbara's head spin.

"Ohhhh! You bastard! You cruel bastard!" Barbara 
whispered, her tone so soft the sheriff didn't hear 
her.

Looking through her eyelashes, Barbara saw that Deputy 
Phelps was watching what was happening through the rear 
view mirror as he drove. Knowing that he was watching 
her made slick pussy juice ooze to her cunt even faster 
and Barbara squirmed almost theatrically in the back 
seat of the car, pretending to try to shake her tits 
away from the sheriff's hot, hungry mouth.

"Don't fight me, you bitch!" the sheriff hissed.

Barbara stopped writhing. She felt a finger slip under 
the leg hole of her panties, rubbing against her naked 
cunt lips. The finger pushed between her pussy lips, 
and the teenager gasped.

"Please! Oh, please! Don't do this to me!" Barbara 
moaned, knowing the words would excite the men.

Sheriff Carlisle took his mouth off the girl's tit. 
Both of her pink areolas and nipples were moist with 
his saliva. He pushed himself to the opposite side of 
the squad car.

"Suck this cock, and you'd better be good at it," he 
hissed, holding his prick by the shaft.

Barbara's hazel eyes got wide as she looked at the 
sheriff's prick. It was larger than she had hoped for, 
a full, fiery ten inches long. The cock head seemed 
almost small compared to the incredible thickness of 
the shaft of his prick.

She loved giving blow-jobs, but even Barbara, with all 
her experience, wasn't certain that she could deep-
throat a cock that size. The shaft was the thickest one 
she'd ever laid her eyes on. Though she had taken cocks 
that long into her mouth before, nibbling her lips down 
the shaft until she had the cock head buried deep down 
her throat, she'd never swallowed one quite like the 
sheriff's before.

Sheriff Carlisle hooked his hand behind Barbara's neck 
and pulled her down. With her feet on the floor of the 
car, she was twisted sideways.

Barbara lost her balance with her hands cuffed behind 
her. She fell onto her side and the sheriff's big prick 
hit her on the cheek. The cock head was warm and 
spongy, the shaft of the sheriff's prick steelishly 
hard.

"Suck it, you slut!"

When his fingers pushed through her auburn hair, 
Barbara squealed softly. She struggled to get her knees 
beneath her so that they would be up on the seat of the 
squad car. As it was, her face was in the sheriff's 
lap, with the shaft of his cock pressing against her 
cheek and ear.

"You bitch! I want a blow-job!"

Barbara was still struggling to get in position when 
she felt her miniskirt being raised up, then the 
sheriff's open hand slapped her ass cheek. Through her 
panties she could feel the sting and the heat of his 
palm.

She fell onto the floor of the car, her tits pressing 
against the sheriff's knee, and raised her mouth to his 
cock head. Without any preliminaries, Barbara opened 
her lips and sucked his prick tip into the velvety 
soft, liquid warmth of her mouth.

Sheriff Carlisle groaned as he felt the young girl's 
lips tightening around the broad girth of his cock 
shaft, his prick tip pushing against the back of her 
mouth.

A soft, muffled sound of joy came from Barbara as she 
swirled her tongue around the shaft of the cock. She 
could feel Sheriff Carlisle's prick tip throbbing hotly 
against the opening of her throat and Barbara felt 
certain that she would, if she got in a more favorable 
position, be able to swallow all of his prick down her 
throat.

She nodded her head, groaning a little as the sheriff 
twisted her hair through his fingers and guided her 
face up and down on his prick.

The young girl flicked her tongue against the slitted 
piss hole at the head of his cock. She moaned again, 
quite softly, shivering with ecstasy as the taste of a 
hard cock tingled on her taste buds.

Sheriff Carlisle released Barbara's hair, allowing her 
to bring her lips and tongue up and down on his prick 
at whatever speed and tempo she wanted. He leaned back 
in the car, looking down to see her auburn hair 
swirling at his crotch, feeling her lips, teeth and 
tongue making his cock even longer, thicker and harder.

"That's it, Barbara," he said quietly, almost 
soothingly. "That's how you give a blow-job. I always 
knew you were a cock-sucker."

The words seared Barbara's soul, but she couldn't let 
her anger be known to the sheriff.

Struggling to breathe with the huge prick stuffing her 
mouth, Barbara shivered, her nipples hard as pebbles, 
sucking passionately on the lip-stretching prick. She 
nodded her beautiful face over the prick, taking the 
meat into her mouth until the cock head pushed against 
the opening of her throat, then pulling up so that she 
could slash her tongue against the sheriff's piss hole.

"Mmmmmmft!" she slurped, a bubble of saliva forming on 
her lips as she filled her mouth with hard prick.

Because she was kneeling sideways to the sheriff, 
Barbara couldn't fit much more of the cock into her 
mouth than the prick tip and a couple inches of the 
shaft. The oval-shaped incredibly thick shaft of the 
cock stretched the teenager's lips.

"That's better," Sheriff Carlisle said quietly as the 
squad car rolled down suburban streets. "That's a good 
little cock-sucker. I knew you'd know what to do with a 
prick in your mouth."

He reached beneath Barbara's body, grabbing one of her 
tits and pinching the nipple. She shivered, pretending 
to be disgusted with him when in truth his hand was 
firing up her lusts. His fingers pinched and tugged on 
her electrified nipple. Pussy juice made Barbara's 
skimpy panties cling wetly to her cunt.

Barbara rubbed her side of the throbbing, heavily 
veined shaft with her tongue. She wished that she could 
get directly between the sheriff's thighs to that she 
could face his prick head-on. That way, with its 
natural slightly downward curve to the shaft, she would 
be able to deep-throat all of his cock, sucking the 
entire length down her throat, swallowing him whole.

The sheriff put his hand on the back of Barbara's head 
and pushed down. The fat cock rolled between her lips. 
When the prick tip pounded against the back of her 
mouth, Barbara nearly choked on the jaw-stretching 
prick. No matter how much she wanted to feel the 
sheriff's awesome cock sliding down her throat, 
swelling her neck out, the hot-blooded teenager knew 
that she'd never do it in the position she was now in.

"Pull behind there," Barbara heard Sheriff Carlisle say 
to his deputy. "In the alley. This little cunt is going 
to do better than this or she's in big fuckin' 
trouble!"


Chapter 6


It was as though the sheriff had read Barbara Hobson's 
mind. When the squad car pulled into the alley, she was 
jerked by her hair into a sitting position on the seat 
of the car again. She cried out softly with pain, 
feeling strands of her silky auburn hair pulling 
against her scalp.

"What are you going to do to me?" Barbara asked, 
knowing that she was only going to get more of the 
same.

The squad car pulled to a stop. Looking around, Barbara 
didn't recognize the alley they were in. It was 
extremely dark and only the back sides of houses on 
either direction faced the alley. Barbara understood 
instantly why the sheriff had chosen this spot, there 
would be no straying eyes to watch her as she gave him 
a blow-job.

She was pulled by the elbow out of the car. Barbara 
stumbled a little before regaining her balance. Her 
legs trembled and she seemed to teeter on her five-inch 
spike heels. Barbara hoped she appeared frightened, 
that her trembling was taken for fear. She was really 
so excited and hungry for the sheriff's cock that she 
was ready to beg for the privilege of sucking on it.

The lights of the squad car were killed. Barbara leaned 
against the rear fender of the sedan. The metal felt 
cold against her thighs on the satiny flesh between the 
tops of her stockings and her panties. She twisted her 
hands a little, enjoying the harsh, unyielding feel of 
the handcuffs around her wrists.

"What now?" she asked, trying to sound defiant.

"You keep sucking, that's what," Sheriff Carlisle said 
with savage delight.

Without having to be forced into it, Barbara slowly got 
down on her knees in the alley. She could feel pebbles 
biting into her flesh through her stockings. As she 
kissed the bullet-shaped head of the sheriff's prick, 
Barbara hoped that she wouldn't ruin the mesh 
stockings. They were her favorite pair whenever she 
wanted to go out hunting for a cock.

"Ohhhhh! All the way down your throat," the sheriff 
whispered.

The broad shaft felt more comfortable between Barbara's 
lips now that she was facing it directly. She rolled 
her slick, pink tongue against the underside of the 
cock head. Her red, butter-soft lips nibbled gently on 
the throbbing shaft. Barbara could feel the sheriff's 
cock head pulsing hotly against her tongue as she 
caressed it.

"Mmmmmm!" the girl moaned, her eyes closed as she 
nursed on the delicious cock that filled her mouth and 
ovalled her lips.

When Barbara tilted her head back to look up into the 
sheriff's face, she was pleased to see Deputy Phelps 
was standing beside the sheriff, watching her giving 
the blow-job with avid interest.

Barbara moaned, louder than necessary for the deputy's 
benefit. She loved having lots of men watching her 
whenever she was performing an almost magical blow-job 
for someone.

It was time to show the sheriff and his deputy exactly 
what she could do with a cock in her mouth.

Barbara held the cock head against her tongue, curling 
her tongue around the throbbing head. Then, slowly and 
sensually, she began swallowing the cock deeper and 
deeper into her mouth. When the prick tip was at the 
back of her mouth, Barbara let out a low moan of 
ecstasy and chewed with her lips on the shaft.

They don't think I can do it, she thought, her eyes 
shining as she looked into the sheriff's eyes.

She felt the cock head pushing against her tonsils, 
then slide deeper. The prick tip pushed down her throat 
as she nibbled with her lips on the shaft of the cock.

Inch by inch the massive prick slipped down the 
teenager's tight, resilient throat. When Barbara had 
all but a couple inches of the prick in her mouth, she 
felt her throat tightening up in protest.

I've got to take it all! She thought, fighting with 
herself to do what she wanted to.

Refusing to accept the pain in her throat as defeat, 
Barbara pushed her face toward the sheriff's body. The 
prick was throbbing and bucking deep in her throat, 
swelling her neck out, distorting her lovely facial 
features with the thickness of the shaft.

And then her lips were surrounding the base of Sheriff 
Carlisle's prick and Barbara could feel all ten inches 
of his cock flexing inside her mouth and throat.

"Fuckin' A!" the deputy gasped as he watched Barbara 
pushing her face harder against Sheriff Carlisle's 
body.

Barbara twisted her face around the cock, rubbing her 
chin against the sheriff's hot, hairy balls. She worked 
her lips against the fiery shaft of his enormous cock, 
shivering with ecstasy on her knees in the alley, her 
wrists handcuffed together behind her back.

"I knew this little cock-sucker could do it," Sheriff 
Carlisle said, as though he had some insight into 
Barbara that nobody else had.

Barbara nodded her head over the cock, just taking the 
prick tip to the back of her mouth several times before 
deep-throating it once again. She swallowed the cock 
repeatedly after finally savoring victory by gulping 
all of the delicious, manly meat down her throat the 
first time.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned lustily, forgetting that she was 
supposed to at least give the appearance of being 
appalled by what the sheriff was making her do.

As she sucked on the cock, drawing her cheeks in around 
the cock head, Barbara's 36C-cup tits jiggled from her 
chest, the areolas pink and delicious-looking, the 
nipples hard and nubby. Oily girl-cum oozed from her 
pussy, making her panties wet.

Barbara's jacket flopped against her sides as she 
worked her eager red lips back and forth over the 
sheriff's big, meaty cock. She was unmindful of the 
harshness of the tar alley beneath her knees, not 
caring about anything but the thrill of giving a blow-
job to a huge cock while she had someone else watching 
everything she was doing.

The dim light that filtered into the alley from a great 
lamp was reflected by the two strands of diamonds that 
dangled from Barbara's right ear. The earrings flicked 
back and forth as she whipped her lips over the 
sheriff's jaw-stretching prick, mouthing it hungrily, 
waiting to receive her reward of hot, salty cum.

"All the way down, cock-sucker," Sheriff Carlisle 
whispered. His voice sounded choked and strained. "Eat 
my cock you cheap slut!"

With her lips around the rim of the cock head, Barbara 
worked down the shaft. She tongued the pulsing 
underside of the cock, feeling a vein beating against 
her tongue as she whimpered softly with ecstasy. She 
took the prick tip into her throat and her neck bulged 
out. Inch by inch the hot-blooded girl swallowed all of 
the sheriff's cock, holding it in her mouth and throat 
until she finally needed to breathe again.

"Ohhhhh! Goddamn it! This slut really knows what she's 
doing," the sheriff said.

Barbara jerked her lips over the cock head, working on 
the rim of the head while her tongue flashed across the 
piss hole. Thick droplets of pre-cum were oozing out of 
the piss hole, and Barbara was licking them off with 
the thirst and greed of a nymphomaniac.

She sucked the prick into her mouth until the cock head 
pounded against the opening of her throat. The 
throbbing of the cock head got stronger and stronger, 
and the sheriff started pushing his hips forward to 
meet Barbara's moves as she chewed her lips down the 
shaft of the prick.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, turning her face to one side, 
allowing the cock head to push against the inside of 
her cheek which forced her face to swell out lewdly.

"I can't take it! Awwww! You cunt! You cock-sucker!"

Perhaps to someone else those words might have sounded 
like an insult, but not in Barbara's ears. She 
considered the sheriff's ecstasy a sign of her own 
ability to give blow-jobs. Even though she was sucking 
cock on less-than-optimal conditions, especially with 
the handcuffs on and the alley hard against her knees, 
she had sucked and tongued his prick until he couldn't 
take any more.

She chewed halfway down the shaft of the cock. When the 
big-titted teenager felt the cum racing through the 
shaft, she threw her head back so that she could taste 
the cum on her tongue. But her move, despite its speed, 
wasn't fast enough to keep the first mighty eruption of 
cum from splashing against Barbara's tonsils.

"Awwwwwww!" Sheriff Carlisle howled as his pungent load 
of cum exploded out of his overheated balls.

Barbara moaned loudly as she felt gooey cum trickling 
down her throat. She held the cock head in her mouth, 
swirling her tongue in a circular motion around and 
around against the clefted underside of the knob. Cum 
splattered over her tongue and against the back and 
roof of her mouth.

"Uh! Ahhhhhh!" the sheriff groaned as his balls emptied 
themselves in the beautiful teenager's hotly sucking 
mouth.

Barbara swallowed every last drop of cum the sheriff 
had to give. She sucked and swallowed, her lips and 
tongue working expertly on the cock head and shaft of 
his prick to knead and massage all of his rich, 
delicious cum from his huge balls.

When the sheriff stepped away, pulling his prick out of 
her mouth, Barbara dropped her head down, her chin 
nearly touching her chest. Her tits were heaving on her 
chest, the nipples hard pebbles of raw, tingling flesh. 
Her clit felt like it would burn a hole right through 
her panties because it was so hot.

"Okay, cunt, now it's my turn," Deputy Phelps said, 
grabbing Barbara by the elbow and forcing her up to her 
feet in the alley.


Chapter 7


Before Barbara even had time to speak, Deputy Phelps's 
arms were around her, crushing her magnificent body to 
his own. His prick was hot against her stomach, trapped 
between their writhing bodies as they kissed 
passionately.

Barbara opened her mouth a little and the deputy's 
tongue was instantly between her lips, slithering 
against her tongue. Barbara sucked on the deputy's 
tongue, feeling the tingling in her cunt that told her 
she had to get fucked.

Taking the bank president's cock into her pussy had 
been nice and satisfying, and served a purpose, but she 
didn't cum during the fuck. Even if she had cum, 
Barbara would still be horny for the deputy's prick. As 
it was she was feverish for it.

She felt his hands at her ass, molding her tight ass 
cheeks through her miniskirt. When the zipper to her 
miniskirt was lowered as they kissed, a wave of 
happiness flowed over Barbara. She sucked on Deputy 
Phelps's tongue lustily, raising her knee just a little 
to rub it against his thigh.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it had begun. Deputy 
Phelps grabbed Barbara by the arms and twisted her 
around so that she had her back to him.

"What do you want of me?" she asked, hoping, as always, 
to sound frightened instead of horny.

"Shut the fuck up, you little tramp," the deputy 
hissed.

Barbara's miniskirt was jerked down her legs and then 
her panties quickly followed. She stepped out of both 
garments, a cool breeze making her seething cunt lips 
tingle delightfully.

The deputy turned Barbara around again so she faced 
him. He took a step back, his eyes raking up and down 
her body. His own pants were down to the middle of his 
thighs and his prick was hard as a steel pole.

"Barbara, if I knew you were like this I'd have fucked 
you a lot sooner!" the deputy whispered, as much to 
himself as to Barbara.

She was indeed a cock-hardening sight. Her high, 
prominent cheekbones were flushed with lust. The 
leather jacket surrounded her tits, which jiggled 
tautly with the breathing of a woman feverish for a 
hard cock to fuck deep into her pussy. Her stomach was 
flat and the tight bush of dark cunt hair between her 
legs seemed to be begging for a cock.

Her thighs quivered a little. The black mesh stockings 
were tight at the tops of her legs, molding perfectly 
to her tapered thighs and calves. On her feet were the 
open-toed, high-heeled shoes that looked like they 
belonged to a teenager who lived to give blow-jobs.

"Son of a fucking bitch!" the deputy moaned, stroking 
his prick softly as he drank in the visual beauty of 
his teenaged captive. "You're one hell of a built 
girl."

Barbara didn't fight the deputy as he turned her toward 
the car and pushed her over the trunk. Her warm, 
tingling tits pressed against the squad car's trunk and 
Barbara shivered. The metal was cold against her turgid 
nipples. Her tits billowed out as more of her weight 
was pressed upon them.

The feel of the car's cold steel against her belly and 
the tops of her thighs delighted Barbara, though she 
didn't quite understand why. She balled her hands into 
tiny, tight, futile fists, turning her hands a little 
so that the deputy would again see that she was 
handcuffed and completely helpless. Also, Barbara 
discovered that the sharp, unyielding feel of the steel 
handcuffs around her wrists made her cunt tingle and 
her mind spin with bizarre, erotic cock-lust.

"Now you're going to get fucked," Deputy Phelps mumbled 
as he stepped closer to Barbara, holding his prick in 
one hand and caressing her tight, smooth, naked ass 
cheeks with the other.

Barbara closed her eyes, pressing her cheek against the 
trunk of the squad car. She could hardly wait for the 
warm, spongy head of the deputy's cock to force her 
cunt lips apart and drive deep and hard into her pussy.

That's what Barbara wanted to feel, but that's not what 
she got.

When she felt the fat, throbbing head of Deputy 
Phelps's prick against her asshole, Barbara's eyes 
burst open. For the first time since the handcuffs had 
been locked around her wrists, she actually tried to 
get away. Fear, shocking and real, swept over her like 
a tidal wave.

"No! Wait! Don't fuck me!! Awwww!" Barbara groaned, 
feeling her ass cheeks being forced apart by the 
deputy's thick, long, fiery prick. She tried to get 
away but he kept her trapped between himself and the 
squad car. When Barbara's legs went limp, she couldn't 
even fall over because he had her bent over the trunk 
of the sedan.

She tried to keep the cock head out of her ass, but 
Barbara's strength was no match for the deputy's wild, 
raging lust. She tightened up but the cock head 
continued its relentless path deeper into her asshole.

Barbara tried to scream for help, hoping her cries of 
agony would draw the attention of one of the neighbors, 
but her throat wouldn't work. Just as her words had 
first been silenced when the prick plowed between her 
firm ass cheeks, driving into her asshole. She managed 
a weak groan as another inch of the thick, fiery prick 
was jammed into her asshole.

"Goddamn she's got a tight butt!" Deputy Phelps 
groaned, holding onto the teenager's ass cheeks, 
keeping her pressing against the squad car as he 
brutally butt-fucked her.

Barbara shivered, her knees hitting the side of the car 
as she felt the cock being withdrawn from her tortured 
asshole. When she felt the ridge of the deputy's cock 
head sliding out of her ass, she thought briefly that 
he was going to let her suck him off, or perhaps fuck 
her lusty, juicy pussy.

But it wasn't to be. Barbara gasped as the breath was 
ripped from her lungs. The cock plowed deeper into her 
asshole than it had the first time, withdrew a couple 
inches, then lanced into her again. The big-titted girl 
with the tight ass felt like she was being skewered by 
the deputy. Her asshole felt like it was burning up, 
being ripped apart by the ass-stretching length and 
girth of Deputy Phelps's big, turgid, red-hot cock.

The cock see-sawed back and forth, driving full-length 
into the teenager's asshole, spreading her ass cheeks 
wide apart as the deputy butt-fucked her. Barbara 
shivered as she felt his massive cock head driving 
relentlessly into her ass, plowing through the 
resistance she put forth, stabbing into her with 
increasing energy and power.

"Ohhhhh!" Deputy Phelps moaned, pulling back.

He looked down and saw the ridge of his prick tip slip 
out of Barbara's ass. The sight of her wide-spread ass 
cheeks made the cum simmer hotly in his balls. With a 
groan of primitive ecstasy he threw himself at her ass 
again, driving his cock completely into her asshole.

Barbara's legs no longer actually held her up. All her 
muscles had seemed to turn limp as the pounding, 
invading cock lanced into her asshole again and again. 
Her knees hit the side of the car. It was almost 
impossible for her to keep her feet beneath her, 
balancing what little weight she did have there on her 
spike-heeled shoes.

"Goddamn it, Sheriff, she's got an ass that can milk a 
man dry!" Deputy Phelps hissed.

Soft moans came from Barbara as she rocked back and 
forth, her tits crushed beneath her on the trunk of the 
squad car as her ass cheeks were forced wide apart by 
the deputy's bone-hard prick. With her eyes closed, 
Barbara concentrated on the cock, feeling every 
quivering inch of it as it bore relentlessly into her 
ass. Shockingly, she discovered that her cunt was 
tingling and the sensation of having her ass fucked by 
the deputy wasn't such agony anymore.

Barbara thought about her mother and how Deputy Phelps 
had felt her up and rubbed his prick against her ass 
cheeks through her slacks. No doubt he had wanted to 
butt-fuck her, to drive his prick hard and fast into 
her asshole, but he just didn't have the courage to go 
that far. So, instead, he had rubbed himself against 
Kristen and jerked off on her back.

Barbara felt the deputy's hairy balls slap against her 
tingling cunt lips. Pussy juice was trickling to her 
cunt lips faster now and her tiny pink clit was erect. 
Each time the deputy's prick shoved full-length into 
her ass, hot, satisfying tingles went through Barbara's 
veins. With the cock in her ass, Barbara felt like she 
was being filled with cock meat and she wished that she 
could suck on the sheriff's prick while Deputy Phelps 
ass-fucked her.

Deputy Phelps put his hands around Barbara's stomach, 
feeling the satiny texture of her skin.

"She's got a great body," he said, sinking all of his 
cock into her asshole. "Nice and tight. I like that."

Barbara tried to block the deputy's words out of her 
mind. She could feel herself warming up, getting 
excited by having a cock fucking in and out of her 
butt, and she didn't want to admit this to herself.

The deputy chuckled and continued. "Her mother... now 
there is a lady with a pair of tits! Biggest, best 
fuckin' tits I've ever seen in my life! You could suck 
on them all night long!"

A prickling feeling came from Barbara's hard, nubby 
nipples as she rocked to and fro, being jerked about by 
the impact of the deputy's crotch against her ass 
cheeks as he butt-fucked her. Her firm, high-riding 
tits were squished against the trunk of the sedan, and 
as she moved back and forth, her nipples were being 
rubbed.

Everything excites me! The teenager thought with 
exasperation as she shivered with joy, feeling the cock 
driving to the hilt in her asshole.

"Oh! Tight fuckin' ass!"

Barbara wondered how long it would go on. She didn't 
want the ass-fucking to end, and yet she also wanted to 
get away from the sheriff and his deputy; and get the 
handcuffs off her wrists.

But she couldn't do anything unless they let her. This 
awareness of her own helplessness, combined with the 
steel around her wrists, the fact that she was getting 
her ass fucked hard and fast... all of it was turning 
her on more than she had ever thought it would.

Barbara raised her face off the trunk, turned it to 
look in the other direction, and saw the sheriff's 
face. He was watching her with lust in his eyes, even 
though she had deep-throated his cock only moments 
earlier and swallowed his hot, salty cum.

An audience was all Barbara ever really needed and 
tonight was no different. The teenager's eyes glazed 
over and she came, quietly, her pussy juice streaming 
out of her cunt. The clear girl-cum trickled down the 
insides of her shivering thighs and got soaked up by 
her mesh stockings.

As she came, Barbara involuntarily tightened her 
asshole around the deputy's reaming prick. He groaned 
and plowed into her ass furiously, working the entire 
length of his cock in and out of Barbara's ass.

With an animalistic growl of pleasure, Deputy Phelps's 
balls released their load of cum far up Barbara's 
asshole. He threw himself at her, skewering her ass 
with his prick. Barbara was knocked hard against the 
car. She trembled from head to foot, feeling her 
asshole being flooded with hot cum as the last of her 
own girl-cum trickled out of her cunt.

"Awwwwww!" Deputy Phelps growled, slamming himself 
against the teenager's warm, smooth ass cheeks, sinking 
his cock deep into her receptive, succulent young body.

After a while Barbara felt her asshole tingle as the 
prick was pulled out of it. She remained bent over the 
trunk of the squad car as the men collected themselves.

"Get in the back seat," Sheriff Carlisle said quietly, 
his tone indicating he wouldn't allow Barbara to fight 
him in any way.

"But my skirt, my panties," the girl whispered.

"Forget about 'em, you cunt!"

The sheriff grabbed Barbara by the arms and tossed her 
into the back seat of the squad car.

"You won't need 'em in jail!"


Chapter 8


Kristen felt certain she'd made a mistake by listening 
to her daughter. The clothes that Barbara had taken 
from her closet were fine, but Kristen thought the 
least she should have done was taken out a pair of 
panties and a bra.

She had on a delicate white lace blouse that had an 
old-fashioned flair to it. It pinched in at the waist 
and also from her elbows down to her wrists. Kristen's 
massive 4OD-cup tits pressed against the blouse and her 
brown areolas and nipples, erect with fear, could be 
seen.

The skirt was also white, coming down to her ankles. 
But Barbara hadn't taken out panties, and Kristen felt 
certain that Mayor Warren Collins could see the thick, 
jet-black, triangular-shaped bush of cunt hair at the 
apex of her powerful thighs.

Beneath the skirt Kristen had on an off-red garter belt 
and black silk stockings. The dark silk could be seen 
through her skirt and Kristen wished that Barbara would 
have at least selected stockings that didn't contrast 
so strongly with her skirt.

Kristen had pinned her dark hair up loosely, allowing 
several tendrils of satiny hair to fall down from her 
temples. She had on small gold hoop earrings that shone 
brightly.

"I've called the sheriff," Mayor Warren Collins said as 
he handed Kristen a snifter of brandy. "Don't worry, 
I'll get to the bottom of this."

Kristen felt her heart rate quicken as Warren sat next 
to her on the couch. He was an extremely handsome man 
and his reputation as a playboy and ladies' man was 
well deserved. Kristen had heard that his cock was 
positively enormous. She wondered if those were just 
rumors.

"Thank you," Kristen replied quietly. "I've been a 
little shook up about this thing. I mean, Jeff getting 
arrested and having another woman with him."

Warren slipped closer to the brunette, his hip almost 
touching hers as they sat on the couch in his living 
room.

"I can imagine that it's been hell for you," Warren 
replied, his sincerity showing in his tone.

He glanced down at Kristen's tits and felt a stirring 
in his balls. Kristen's big, luscious tits were 
pressing against the lace blouse and he could just 
barely see the darkness of her chocolate-brown areolas. 
Her nipples, however, were making blunt dents in the 
material. If only the damn blouse didn't button all the 
way up to her neck he would have had a magnificent view 
of her cleavage.

"Warren, I don't know how I can ever repay you."

Kristen looked at him, crossing her legs at the knee. 
She felt the heat in her pussy and wished that she had 
panties on.

"You've been wonderful through this."

Warren's face started toward Kristen's. She closed her 
eyes and a moment later felt his lips touching hers 
softly, tenderly. A soft moan came from her chest as 
his tongue played over her lips.

"Kristen, I've wanted to be with you for years," the 
handsome mayor whispered.

He kissed her again, putting his brandy snifter on the 
floor without taking his lips from hers. The blood 
raced through Kristen's veins. Her nipples got even 
harder and more erect as the mayor's lips nuzzled her 
neck and earlobe. The big-titted woman's hands were 
trembling, and she almost dropped her glass.

"Maybe I should leave," she said.

"No, you've got to stay."

Warren put an arm around her shoulders. With the 
fingertips of his right hand he turned her face toward 
himself.

"You've got to stay."

Kristen felt her willpower melting. The heat in her 
pussy was so intense it frightened her. Before, with 
Deputy Phelps she had been forced into doing things to 
his cock and she had enjoyed it. But now she was being 
seduced by a man who had not forced himself upon her.

"Do you want me?" she asked, her eyes closed.

"Yessss! Oh, Kristen, I want you so much!"

When his lips came to hers again, Kristen kissed him 
with greater passion, responding openly now to his lust 
and her own. She put her right hand on his thigh, her 
left hand still holding onto the brandy snifter.

His tongue pushed between her lips. Kristen slithered 
her tongue against Warren's delighting in the taste of 
his mouth. Her clit blazed furiously, making warm, 
slick pussy juice seep to her cunt lips, preparing her 
for Warren Collins's thirteen-inch-long prick.

When he put his hand on her tit, Kristen's body jerked. 
It was like she had been shocked by electricity. His 
fingers pressed tenderly into her firm flesh. He found 
her nipple and caressed it through her blouse, making 
the nipple stand out even more prominently.

Kristen felt the long line of buttons down the front of 
her blouse coming undone. Warren's fingers moved 
slowly, deftly, unfastening them one at a time. When 
her blouse was opened to just below her big tits, she 
felt him stop.

At first Kristen was frightened, thinking that perhaps 
Warren was going to follow her pleas for him to stop. 
But then she felt his fingers slipping inside her 
blouse and she shivered, kissing him on the mouth as he 
sought her hard, tingling, bud-like nipple.

Kristen sighed, pushing her tongue into his hot mouth 
as Warren's hand slipped inside her blouse. She felt 
his fingers against her electrified flesh searching for 
her nipple. When at last she felt him pinch her cherry 
nipple, Kristen literally jerked from head to foot from 
the contact.

"Warren... Warren... Warren..."

The word seemed to say everything that Kristen felt. He 
massaged her big tit, working the nipple over lovingly 
between his fingers and thumb, sending her senses 
soaring as her cunt got hotter and hotter. Between her 
cunt lips, Kristen's clit felt like it was burning up 
with anticipation.

She squeezed Warren's thigh softly, raking her long, 
painted fingernails over his flesh through his pants. 
He removed his hand from inside her blouse and made a 
quick job of unfastening the rest of Kristen's buttons. 
He pushed her blouse open and Kristen's tits swelled 
out, the areolas dark with lust, the nipples aching for 
attention.

"Oh, God!" Kristen gasped, unable to believe the wild 
fuck-lust that was going through her.

Boldly, surprising herself, Kristen reached between 
Warren's legs. She found his prick and, like the rumors 
had said, it was huge. She squeezed the cock head in 
her palms, feeling it throbbing, feeling the heat of 
this stud's prick even through his pants.

When Warren dipped his face down, kissing Kristen's 
neck as he worked his way toward her tits, she laid her 
head against the back of the couch. Her fingers toyed 
along the length of his prick, but Kristen made no move 
to pull his zipper down or get his cock out.

There was a moment of doubt on Kristen's part as she 
felt Warren's hot, moist lips traveling over her tits. 
He seemed to tease her, licking and kissing her tit 
without actually licking or sucking on her nipple. Her 
heart was throbbing in her chest like a jack-hammer and 
Kristen squirmed on the couch, waiting for the bliss of 
his hungry mouth devouring her ultra-sensitive nipple.

"Warren... Warren... Warren..."

When his mouth opened wide and he sucked in much of 
Kristen's aroused, lust-hardened nipple, whatever 
doubts had filtered through the big-titted woman's mind 
vanished. She knew then, with absolute clarity, that 
she had to feel this man's cock driving into her cunt 
and rubbing against her fiery, red-hot clit.

"Mmmmmm!" he moaned, flicking his tongue against 
Kristen's nipple.

The glass dropped from Kristen's hand as she felt her 
tingling nipple being sucked and licked. Her tits, 
which had been so much larger than any other woman's 
even from the time when she was just a very young 
woman, had always drawn the most attention from men. 
Perhaps it was because of this reason that Kristen so 
enjoyed it whenever her tits were given such loving, 
lusty attention.

"Take me, Warren!" she whispered, stroking his hair as 
he sucked on her nipples. "I want to feel your cock 
inside me."

While continuing to nibble on her nipples, Warren 
slowly pulled Kristen's dress up past her knees. She 
still had her legs crossed and he pushed her knees 
apart, forcing her thighs to spread. She cried out 
softly when his hand slipped under her skirt, fondling 
her thigh through her silk stocking.

The hand moved higher on her leg, above her stocking 
top.

When the fingertips touched Kristen's clit, she gasped 
in ecstasy.

"Eat me!" she pleaded, shocked that she had actually 
said the words. "Eat my pussy, Warren!"

He slipped off the couch, kneeling before Kristen, 
pushing her skirt up to her waist. His eyes burned into 
Kristen's as she spread her legs wider apart for him.

"So sexy!" she whispered. "So handsome! So... ohhhhh!"

The words could no longer form in Kristen's throat when 
Warren kissed her knee, then threw his face between her 
legs, fucking his tongue between her tight, passion-
hungry cunt lips.

She arched her back, pushing her cunt at his face as he 
dragged his tongue through her cunt lips. Kristen 
shivered, her big tits jiggling on her chest, her lips 
parted slightly as she trembled with ecstasy.

Kristen's bush was thick and curly. Warren buried his 
nose in her cunt bush as he stuffed her hot, seething 
pussy with his tongue. She took her hands from Warren's 
head and grabbed her tits, pinching and tugging lightly 
on the nipples to add to the wild thrills that were 
already going through her.

Warren shoved his middle finger full-length into the 
brunette's cunt as he sucked on her clit lightly. He 
finger-fucked her slowly and steadily, pushing her 
finger into the woman's cunt until his knuckles pushed 
against her pussy lips.

"Ohhhhhhh! Yes, that's beautiful!" Kristen sighed, 
pinching her nipples as she felt the lips, tongue and 
finger working over her cunt lips and clit.

She eagerly waited for Warren to fuck his massive prick 
into the tight, juicy recesses of her cunt, but that 
didn't happen. Warren was an experienced cocksman and 
he was in no hurry to shove his prick between Kristen's 
pink cunt-lips. Instead, still fully clothed, he 
slithered his tongue over her clit and watched as she 
twisted and turned on the couch in the throes of 
ecstasy.

"Cum, Kristen," he purred, looking at her face through 
the valley of her mountainous tits, a sly, confident 
smile on his mouth. "Cum on my tongue, Kristen! Let me 
drink all of you."

The words were the final straw for Kristen. There was 
no turning back. Her beautiful eyes were clouded over 
with lust. She pinched her nipples harder, spreading 
her legs wider apart, her ass cheeks on the edge of the 
couch's cushions as Warren fucked his tongue and finger 
into her cunt.

"I'm going to... Oh GOD! I'm going to cummmmm!"

Kristen raised her ass off the couch to push her fiery, 
aching cunt harder against Warren's mouth. The heels of 
her shoes ground into the carpet and her shoulders 
pushed against the top of the couch as Kristen's 
massive tits quivered on her chest.

"Awwww! Ohhhh! Lick me, Warren! Fuck me with your 
tongue!"

When her orgasm subsided, Kristen fell heavily back 
down on the couch. But Warren didn't stop finger-
fucking her cunt.

She looked at him, shivering a little from the after-
effects of her powerful orgasm. His handsome face was 
shiny with her pussy juice.

"You liked having my tongue in your cunt, didn't you?"

Kristen nodded her head. She started to smooth her 
skirt over her knees, but Warren stopped her with his 
free hand.

"Not yet. I'm not done with you just yet."

He shoved his finger in her cunt, pulled back, then 
thrust two fingers into the juicy pussy, making Kristen 
whimper softly with lust.

"You've got a long way to go before this evening is 
over.

You really don't want to stop now, do you?"

"No... no... I want to fuck you," Kristen whispered, 
stunned to hear the words coming out of her mouth.


Chapter 9


Kristen leaned forward on the couch and took off her 
blouse. She dropped it on the floor, then took off her 
long skirt. When she started to unhook the clasp of her 
garter belt that held up her black silk stockings, 
Warren stopped her.

"Don't," he said, his eyes blazing with lust. "Leave 
them on while I fuck you."

Naked except for the garter belt, silk stockings and 
her shoes, Kristen reclined on the couch. She felt more 
sexy and alive than she could remember being in years. 
Warren's tongue had brought a new awareness out in her 
that turned her on so much she felt like she could fuck 
all night long.

"Take your clothes off for me," Kristen whispered as 
Warren got to his feet. "Do it from across the room so 
I can see all of you."

Warren did as had been asked of him, and when his cock 
sprang out, Kristen couldn't even speak.

Warren Collins, the handsome mayor of her city, had the 
largest cock in town. When fully erect, his incredible 
hunk of cock meat stretched to a monstrous, frightening 
length. The only thing that made it look like it wasn't 
actually a dildo was that Warren's prick wasn't overly 
thick.

"My God! I never dreamed you were hung like that," 
Kristen gasped, finally able to force her throat to 
work. "I'd heard stories about you before, but I always 
thought they were just fantasies from the women who 
want to fuck you."

"No, my dear, it's all me and it's all real and it's 
all for you." He walked forward slowly, holding his 
prick gently in his hand. "Now spread your legs, my 
dear. I'm about to fuck you like you've never been 
fucked before."

Kristen put her head on the armrest of the couch. She 
kicked her right foot up on the back of the couch, 
putting her left foot on the floor so that her cunt 
lips, so pink and juicy, were open and available to the 
handsome, big-cocked stud who made her feel so 
fantastic.

"Take me," Kristen purred softly, watching the cock 
head coming closer and closer to her pussy. "Drill me 
deep with your cock!"

Warren got between Kristen's legs. He ran his hands up 
and down over her thighs, enjoying the feel of the silk 
under his fingertips. Then, holding his huge prick by 
the shaft, he brought his prick tip slowly to Kristen's 
tingling, lusty cunt lips.

"You want it, don't you?"

"Yes! Oh, yes! Please fuck me! Please!"

Warren had one foot on the floor, the other curled 
beneath him, as he pushed his hips forward. His cock 
head easily pried apart Kristen's cunt lips. Though her 
luscious, voluptuous body was quivering, she could feel 
everything that was happening to her.

"Fuck meeeeee!" she wailed suddenly, unable to take the 
tension and suspense any longer.

Warren threw himself down on top of Kristen, delighting 
in the fullness of her massive tits against his chest. 
His prick burrowed a path deep into Kristen, driving 
full-length into her slick, hungry cunt.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Kristen chanted, keeping 
her legs wide apart so that Warren could move about 
freely.

He fucked her with long, slow, measured strokes. Each 
time Warren shoved his prick the entire length into her 
cunt, Kristen could feel his cock head pushing against 
her womb and spreading the walls of her pussy. His cock 
drove like an oil well into her, forcing her cunt lips 
to roll inward as he skewered her juicy cunt, then 
pulling out to squeeze the long shaft as he withdrew 
almost all of his prick from her.

Kristen's arms were around Warren's neck as he impaled 
her with his long, throbbing, slender cock. She kissed 
his cheek lovingly, trying to control her breathing, 
fighting against the almost overwhelming urge to cum 
again instantly.

Heaving with exertion, Warren fucked Kristen's pussy 
with harder and stronger strokes as the fire in his 
balls increased in intensity. Her hot, juicy cunt was 
squeezing his prick, enticing the huge prick to get 
even longer. Stroking all of his cock into her cunt, 
Warren reamed out Kristen's pussy and ground himself 
against her cunt lips, feeling his balls rubbing 
against her ass cheeks.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered in Kristen's ear.

Kristen stroked the nape of his neck as she felt her 
sizzling clit getting rubbed by the upper surface of 
Warren's prick. His cock seemed to plow straight 
through her, driving deeper into her cunt than any cock 
ever had.

"I love the way you fuck me," Kristen whispered, 
churning her full hips in a circular motion to take the 
mayor's prick into her cunt from different angles, 
adding different and new sensations of friction against 
her turgid, red-hot clit.

Warren pushed a hand between their bodies and squeezed 
Kristen's magnificent left tit. He pressed his fingers 
deep into the luscious mound, moaning his approval of 
them.

"Fuck me," Kristen cooed, raking her fingernails 
lightly over the mayor's broad, naked shoulders as he 
heaved above her, plowing his massive prick to the hilt 
in her pussy.

Kristen's thighs, encased in tight black silk, quivered 
as Warren threw himself between her legs, driving his 
cock with determination into her cunt again and again 
and again. She felt his fingers pressing into her tit, 
his palm scraping against her tingling, fiery nipple.

When he kissed her lips, he pressed his mouth almost 
bruisingly against hers, thrusting his tongue into her 
mouth, demanding that Kristen respond lustfully to 
everything he was doing to her.

Kristen had never known such incredible heights of 
ecstasy. The long, hard-driving prick rubbed against 
her turgid clit. She could feel the tightness in the 
pit of her stomach that signified the closeness of her 
orgasm.

She sucked on Warren's tongue, writhing in ecstasy 
beneath him, shaking her full, womanly hips from side 
to side as her cunt lips stretched around the 
undulating shaft of his manly cock.

"Sweet lover," Warren hissed.

Now Kristen could see in his eyes how he was fighting 
against the pleasure she was giving him. To know that 
she could turn him on so powerfully delighted the big-
titted woman.

The scream of exultation caught Kristen by surprise and 
it took a moment before she realized the scream was her 
own and her girl-cum was gushing out of her pussy.

"Fuck meeeeee!" she wailed helplessly, lost in the 
extraordinary, blinding, all-consuming sensations that 
ripped through her curvaceous body.

Pussy juice gushed from her sweet cunt. Her clit 
detonated, unable to take the slick friction Warren's 
cock gave her any longer without exploding.

She writhed and shook, her voluptuous body bucking and 
convulsing beneath Warren as he skewered her overheated 
cunt with his long, powerful cock. Kristen opened her 
mouth to scream again but was silenced when Warren's 
mouth covered hers and his tongue pressed hotly, 
hungrily against her own.

Just as Kristen was coming down from her climax she 
felt the masculine throbbing of the mayor's cock head 
as it plowed against her womb. He pulled up, uncorking 
almost all of his incredible cock from her cunt, then 
stabbed hard into her again. This time, when her cunt 
lips were around the base of his cock's shaft and his 
prick tip was deep up her cunt, she felt his balls pull 
up between his legs as they rubbed against her ass 
cheeks.

A mighty river of cum spewed from Warren's balls, 
gushing like lava into Kristen's receptive pussy. He 
jerked his cock out of her until only his cock head 
still parted her pink, tight cunt lips, then drove into 
her again. As before, when all of his prick was fully 
embedded in Kristen's pussy, he exploded in a fountain 
of hot, thick creamy cum.

"Give me your cum," Kristen hissed, the words coming 
out choked and strained as she trembled through the 
last of her own orgasm.

It felt like the mayor's cum was boiling hot inside her 
cunt. Kristen shook her hips, keeping her right foot up 
on the top of the couch, her left foot on the floor to 
allow her hot-blooded lover full access to her cunt.

As he came, Warren's fingers pressed deep into 
Kristen's luscious, massive tit, nearly bruising her. 
She didn't care. Now that she finally had his long, 
throbbing cock spitting out hot jets of cum into her 
pussy, she was willing to do anything he wanted, give 
him any thrill he desired.

"Ohhhhhh!" Warren sighed.

As the sound that rumbled from his chest died away, the 
climax stopped. Kristen held him close, feeling his 
heart pounding so close to hers, feeling his cock still 
twitching inside her cunt.

"You're a wonderful lover," Kristen whispered tenderly, 
her whole body tingling with the aftereffects of the 
magnificent fucking she'd just gotten from him. "I 
never thought we could be so good together, so good for 
each other."

Warren kissed her cheek softly, then her eyelids.

With her eyes closed Kristen asked, "What do you want 
to do?

What fantasy of yours can I fulfill? I want to please 
you more than any woman ever has."


Chapter 10


Kristen was a big, tall, strapping woman. She had no 
pretentious notions of being something that she wasn't. 
But when Warren picked her up so easily and carried her 
to his big bedroom, she felt positively tiny and 
helpless and very, very feminine.

He laid her down gently on the bed, his long cock 
dangling between his powerful thighs.

"You're so beautiful, so lovely," he whispered, 
standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at 
Kristen's 4OD-25-37 body. "Goddamn it, Kristen, you 
turn me on so much!"

Kristen rolled onto her side, propped up on one elbow. 
Her massive tits swayed, one on top of the other, the 
areolas still dark with lust, the nipples hard and 
ready for excitement.

"Come here," the doe-eyed woman whispered, her eyes 
smoldering with lust. "Give me your cock. I want you to 
feed it to me."

Kristen purred softly. She watched as Warren raised his 
cock, holding it lightly in his finger-tips, bringing 
the massive prick up so the head was near her mouth.

"You know, you've fucked me so wonderfully and yet I've 
never tasted your cock," Kristen whispered.

"Then taste it now."

Kristen kissed the cock head, pretending to be rather 
nonchalant about the whole thing. In truth, the moment 
her lips touched Warren's cock, she could feel the 
acceleration of her heart and a warming in her pussy 
that told her she was getting excited once again.

"Mmmmmm!" she purred, smacking her lips loudly on the 
prick tip for Warren's benefit.

Inhaling, she caught the deliciously masculine aroma of 
Warren's cock and balls and the musky, feminine smell 
of her own pussy juice. Kristen enjoyed the fragrance. 
It made her cunt hotter still.

With Warren holding his soft cock, Kristen opened her 
lips and allowed her tongue to graze over the prick 
tip. The taste of his cock was as delightful and erotic 
to her as she had hoped it would be. Moaning softly, 
she licked around the cock head, feeling it twitching 
softly as it stretched out slowly.

She curled her tongue around the cock head, enjoying 
its manly taste. Her pink, moist lips sort of sipped at 
the very tip of Warren's prick. Holding little more 
than half of the cock head between her lips, Kristen 
used her tongue on Warren's piss hole and felt the 
bulbous head of his prick throbbing more powerfully in 
her mouth.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned.

She could taste her own pussy juice on the cock head, 
and Kristen wondered what it would be like to have her 
tongue pushing into a cunt, lapping up the girl-cum 
straight from the source.

Silly thought! she chided herself in her mind. Why 
think about eating pussy when you've got a cock in your 
mouth?

The cock was harder now and Kristen allowed the ridge 
of the cock head to slip between her lips, pushing 
deeper into her gorgeous, rather sophisticated-looking 
face. As she caved her cheeks in around the prick tip, 
sucking on the burgeoning cock, she was happy that 
she'd pinned her hair loosely up. With her hair up 
Warren had an unimpeded view of the blow-job that she 
was giving him.

"Ohhhhhh! Use your tongue on it," Warren sighed, 
putting his hands on his hips as he watched his long, 
fiery prick pushing deeper into the big-titted 
brunette's hot, moist, hungrily sucking mouth.

Kristen could feel Warren's eyes on her as she took 
more of his delicious, meaty prick into her mouth. She 
sucked the cock in until his prick tip was pushing 
against the back of her mouth and she could take no 
more of his succulent meat into her moist, hot mouth.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned soulfully, rotating her face 
around the cock, kneading the shaft with her lips while 
the cock head rubbed against her tonsils.

Kristen used her tongue on the shaft, curling it around 
the growing, pulsing meat. Between her cunt lips, she 
could feel her clit getting erect, just like the cock 
in her mouth was. Hot, oily pussy juice lubricated her 
cunt lips, surprising Kristen at how rapidly she was 
ready to take the mayor's awesome prick into her pussy 
again.

"That's it! Ohhhhh! You really know how to suck cock, 
Kristen!"

She trembled at the compliment. Pulling her head back 
until the rim of Warren's prick tip slipped out between 
her tight pink lips, Kristen flicked her tongue against 
the piss-hole and sighed when she tasted a salty drop 
of pre-cum.

The cock flexed a little and once again reached its 
full, jaw-stretching size.

Kristen bobbed over the cock, her 4OD-cup tits shaking 
from her chest, the nipples hard and excited as she 
bubbled sensually on the prick that filled her luscious 
mouth and distorted her lovely facial features.

Warren pumped his hips slowly, working the end of his 
gigantic prick in and out of the brunette's tight, 
pink, soft lips. He shivered, his balls swinging 
between his thighs, as he felt her tongue grazing over 
his cock head. From the glazed look in her eyes when 
she looked up at him, her lips ovalled around his 
prick, Warren could tell that this was a woman who 
really enjoyed giving blow-jobs.

"Mmmmmmm!" Kristen slurped.

As she sucked on the cock that pushed into her mouth, 
Kristen used her left hand to fondle her cunt lips. She 
spread her full, muscular thighs a little, giving 
herself easier access to her juicy cunt.

"Yessss!" Warren groaned softly, seeing what Kristen 
was doing to herself. "Spread your legs, baby, and let 
me watch you finger-fucking yourself! I love watching 
you when you finger your beautiful, bushy cunt!"

Kristen put her left foot near her right knee, turning 
just a little so that she was certain Warren could see 
the pink lips of her cunt as she sucked on his prick.

Touching her cunt lips with her fingers, she 
manipulated her clit until it was hard, erect and 
visible at the top of her pussy. She rubbed her clit 
until the tip of her middle finger was wet with pussy 
juice. Then, slowly, careful that she wouldn't hurt 
herself with her long fingernails, she slipped the 
finger between her cunt lips.

Moaning softly, twirling her tongue around Warren's 
cock head, Kristen shivered as she pushed the finger 
into her pussy until the heel of her palm was pressed 
against her cunt lips.

"Mmmmmmmft!" she slurped, sucking more hungrily on the 
mayor's red-hot prick.

Warren's eyes danced over Kristen's body. Everything he 
saw excited him. From her strong legs sheathed in black 
silk to the big tits that trembled and shook to her 
beautiful face that bobbed over his throbbing cock.

Though she was beautiful from head to foot, it was 
Kristen's tits that held his eyes like a magnet. He'd 
never seen such big, fuckable tits in all his life.

"Wait a second," he mumbled, touching Kristen's 
hollowed cheek with his fingertips. "There's something 
I want to do."

Kristen whipped her lips off his cock head and looked 
up at him.

"What? I'll do anything you want! Should I stop playing 
with my pussy?"

"No, don't stop doing that. That's beautiful. I just 
want to feel your tits around my cock."

It was a dream come true for Kristen. Her big, milky, 
lusty tits were going to be treated to Warren's massive 
cock. She had been fascinated with her own tits since 
she realized that they were so much bigger and more 
beautiful than anyone else's. And now, joyously, she 
was about to have her tits fucked by the handsome 
Warren Collins.

Kristen rolled onto her back, grabbing her tits from 
the outside and pushing them together. Her mountainous 
tits swelled out as she forced them together, giant 
creamy melons of succulent, feminine tit flesh that 
practically begged to be fucked.

"No, you finger-fuck yourself," Warren said, getting up 
on the bed. "I'll hold your tits. Just worry about your 
own pleasure."

"How could I not feel pleasure with your cock touching 
me?" Kristen asked.

She put both hands between her thighs and fucked two 
fingers deep into her pussy as Warren straddled her 
body, his knees on the outsides of her arms, his 
gigantic prick resting in the valley of her tits. When 
he grabbed them, Kristen shivered as she watched her 
tits surround his colossal cock. The heat of his prick 
seeped through her tits, making the fire of her cock-
hungry lust burn brighter, hotter.

The hot-blooded woman stared at her cock. She could 
feel the massive shaft pulsing between her tits as the 
prick tip flexed with lust.

"Titty-fuck me, darling," Kristen purred, kissing 
Warren's cock head. "Titty-fuck me while I finger-fuck 
myself."

A low growl of ecstasy came from Warren's throat as he 
pushed his hips forward. His balls rubbed against 
Kristen's warm body, his prick sliding through the 
tight valley of her tits. He squeezed her tits in his 
hands, gripping them firmly, watching the way her 
nipples became larger because of the pressure he was 
putting on her tits.

"Ohhhhh!" she sighed, flicking her tongue out to graze 
it against the clefted bottom of Warren's cock head 
when it pushed near her face. "You can cum on my face 
if you want to. I don't mind."

Warren shook his head slow, an expression of wild 
passion on his face. "Let me cum on your tits. I want 
to see my cum on your big, womanly tits!"

Kristen closed her eyes, thrusting two fingers into the 
seething hole of her cunt. She would, she realized, 
greedily and hungrily accept anything that Warren 
wanted to do to her. Even if he wanted to ram that 
gargantuan cock of his up her asshole, she would gladly 
spread her ass cheeks for him. Nothing he could do 
would displease her. If she was hurt by his incredible 
cock, then it was a least his cock that was doing the 
hurting. His cock, which had brought such spine-
tingling satisfaction, could never be evil to her.

"Fuck my tits," Kristen purred, trembling on the bed as 
Warren's hips rocked back and forth, driving his prick 
through the succulent cleavage of her tits.

Occasionally Kristen raised her head and licked 
Warren's cock head when he pushed it at her face, but 
this had no apparent effect on him so she stopped doing 
it. Warren seemed totally and completely enraptured by 
fucking her tits. It was almost as though Kristen 
wasn't even there, only her tits were, but this didn't 
bother her. As long as there was something about 
herself that turned him on, Kristen was pleased.

She fingered her pussy, driving two stiff fingers of 
her right hand between her cunt lips. As she finger-
fucked her hot, turgid pussy, she rubbed her clit with 
her thumb, working over the fiery nubbin of tingling, 
raw flesh to send jolting waves of pure ecstasy 
rippling through her curvaceous body.

"Ohhhhh! Awwwwww!" Kristen moaned, feeling the 
throbbing of her lover's cock against the inside of her 
tits.

Warren squeezed Kristen's tits tighter around his 
prick. He jerked his hips back and forth, rubbing his 
balls harder against her luscious body than he had done 
before. When he pushed his prick a little further than 
normal, the head of his cock nudged against Kristen's 
chin. She, however, seemed oblivious to this, lost in 
the world of lust that finger-fucking herself had 
carried her to.

"Ohhhhh!" Warren sighed.

He had fucked a few women's tits before, but never 
before had Warren Collins found a woman with tits the 
size and shape of Kristen's. They were absolutely 
perfect for this.

He watched her nipples pulsing, the areolas a dark 
chocolate-brown in color. His fingers burrowed deeper 
into Kristen's tits, pressing so hard that his knuckles 
were turning white. He felt certain that he must be 
hurting her, but nothing she did indicated that she was 
even aware of the pain that her abused tits must surely 
be feeling.

Kristen rolled her head from side to side on the bed. 
Her hair, once delicately pinned up, was now loose and 
disheveled, falling over her cheeks, sometimes clinging 
to her moist, parted lips. Her hand was a blur between 
her legs as she finger-fucked herself furiously, 
driving two hard fingers into her cunt until her palm 
literally smashed against her clit.

She jammed her fingers between her pink cunt lips, 
spreading them wide. Then, rubbing her clit with the 
heel of her hand, Kristen felt her pussy juice spewing 
out of her cunt.

"Fuck my titsssssss!" she screamed.

Her feet twitched and bounced on the bed. Kristen 
worked the fingers back and forth between her cunt 
lips, never allowing her palm to break contact with her 
clit.

The ecstasy of cumming that Warren could see on 
Kristen's face was more than he could take. He shoved 
his prick through the succulent valley of her tits and 
squirted out a thick, gooey stream of cum.

The super-heated cum splashed against the underside of 
Kristen's chin. She felt the hot cum hitting her flesh 
and a fresh burst of girl-cum streamed out of her 
pussy. The cum trickled down, pooling in the hollow of 
her neck.

Warren pulled back so that his prick tip was trapped 
between Kristen's tits and another blast of cum shot 
through the long tube of his prick. This time the cum 
blasted between Kristen's tits, clinging to her hot, 
tumid tit flesh.

More sticky, thick cum shot from Warren's balls, 
squirting onto Kristen's neck and tits. At last the 
gushing torrent of cum slowed and Warren released 
Kristen's tits. He leaned back, his cock still hard.

"L-Let me... taste your... cum," Kristen whispered, 
feeling completely exhausted.

Warren pushed his cum-smeared cock head between her 
lips and Kristen moaned her satisfaction, curling her 
tongue around the delicious-tasting prick tip.

They fell asleep shortly thereafter, a happy, contented 
smile on Kristen's face.


Chapter 11


"Stop it now," Kristen chided, slipping her arms into 
her blouse. "I've got to button my blouse."

"Why?" Warren asked, sucking her nipple into his mouth 
again.

Kristen sighed, shivering a little as she felt his 
tongue working over her tingling nipple. Damn, he 
turned her on so much!

She was already completely dressed. Everything was in 
place except the fronts of her blouse. It looked like 
they might be a little difficult to button up.

"Come on now, Warren. I've got to get my husband out of 
jail. I shouldn't have stayed here the whole night as 
it is. Someone might have seen my car outside."

Warren put his face between her tits, then pressed her 
tits together against his cheeks. She giggled and he 
smiled, enjoying the fragrance of her flesh and the 
perfume she'd just applied between her tits after her 
shower.

Kristen grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head 
away from her tits. She quickly buttoned up her blouse.

"Good-bye, darling," she purred, kissing his mouth 
lightly.

"I'll be seeing you again, soon."

Before he had a chance to protest further, Kristen was 
out the door of his home. As she walked to her car, she 
could feel her nipples rubbing against the inside of 
her blouse as her tits bounced freely, unconfined.

Kristen thought about her daughter. Barbara was a lot 
more worldly wise than Kristen had ever given her 
credit for.

Another thought came to mind, making Kristen smile to 
herself. Only a couple hours earlier she had felt 
terribly uncomfortably about being dressed as she was 
in the see-through blouse, with no bra or panties. But 
now all she felt was sexy and daring, and she liked the 
feelings.

She started the engine, hoping Barbara had had some 
luck in getting the bank president, Mr. Jones, to come 
up with a cashier's check for Jeff's bail money.

* * *

Barbara blinked her eyes. It took a moment before she 
realized that she was in jail!

She kicked her feet over the edge of the cot and sat 
upright. She looked at her naked pussy, then remembered 
that her leather miniskirt had been left in the alley 
where Deputy Phelps butt-fucked her. Her mesh stockings 
were at the end of the cot, her shoes on the floor. At 
least her leather coat was buttoned up to hide her 
tits.

"Good morning," Jeff said, turning over. He was on the 
cot opposite Barbara's. "How did you sleep?"

"Pretty good, under the circumstances."

Barbara folded her hands between her legs, feeling the 
need to hide her pussy even though she knew her father 
had probably spent half the night staring at it.

"Ol' Zachery was sure pissed off when they threw him 
out at the same time they brought you in here."

Jeff made no attempt to hide the fact that he was 
staring at his daughter's beautiful legs.

"I think he would have done something the moment I fell 
asleep if the deputy and sheriff would have let him 
stay."

Barbara took her hands away from her pussy, figuring 
she had nothing to hide from her father anyway.

"With any luck at all Kristen will come with all we 
need to get out of here."

Barbara took her stockings and rolled them up her legs 
slowly, teasingly, feeling her father's hungry, lusty 
gaze on her. It excited her to know that he wanted to 
fuck her.

She took her time smoothing the stocking top around her 
thigh. When she put her shoes on and buckled them, 
Barbara made sure that she always stayed in a position 
so that Jeff could see her pussy.

When Barbara looked up, she saw the lump of hard cock 
that was trapped inside her father's pants. She 
wondered for a moment why she hadn't fucked him the 
night before, cursing herself for missing the 
opportunity to take his cock into her cunt.

Something in Barbara's subconscious said it would be a 
real turn-on to give a deep-throat blow-job to her own 
father. She wondered what his cum would taste like 
gushing over her tongue, filling her mouth as she 
gulped it down thirstily.

She was just about to get off the cot when the outer 
door of the jail opened and Sheriff Carlisle, Deputy 
Phelps and Kristen stepped in.

"Come on, Jeff, let's get you home," Kristen said.

Then she saw Barbara and stopped dead in her tracks. 
Her eyes went down to Barbara's naked cunt bush and her 
pink pussy lips.

"Barbara! What happened!"

"Just about everything. But I enjoyed it all!"

It was all set for his release. Mayor Warren Collins 
had vouched for Jeff so that he could be released from 
jail Sunday morning and Mr. Jones, the bank president, 
had come by at four a.m. with a cashier's check for the 
bail money.

"How the hell you ladies managed it I'll never know," 
Sheriff Carlisle said, hooking his thumbs into his gun 
belt. "But you did, so we've got to let you go... 
after."

Kristen knew what that tone of voice meant. She turned 
to the sheriff.

"After what?" she asked.

"After you and Barbara there prove what model citizens 
you are. You know, ain't nothin' here says anything 
about having Barbara released. It only says we got to 
let go of Jeff. That's it."

Barbara had gotten herself horny thinking about fucking 
her own father, so she was ready for a little 
excitement. Holding onto the cell bars, pressing her 
face between the iron, she looked at her mother.

"They want us. What difference does it make? If it'll 
get me out of here, what choice do we have?"

"But in front of your father?" Kristen looked at Jeff.

Then the memory of him getting drunk and having some 
bitch sucking on his prick came to her, and she decided 
it would be perfect retribution if he had to watch her 
getting fucked by the deputy or sheriff.

Deputy Phelps opened the jail cell and Barbara stepped 
out. The moment she was out of the cell, Deputy Phelps 
closed and locked the door again. Jeff glared at the 
deputy, who just gave a sarcastic smile in return.

"Don't be afraid, Mother," Barbara said. "The sheriff 
and deputy just want to get their rocks off and they 
want us to do it in front of daddy. That's all there is 
to it. It doesn't really have to mean anything."

Barbara looked at the sheriff and sensed instinctively 
what he wanted. She stepped closer to Kristen and put 
her hands on her mother's shoulders.

"They want a show, so let's give them one." Barbara 
leaned forward, getting up on her tip-toes to kiss her 
mother's mouth softly. "Who knows? Maybe we'll even 
enjoy ourselves."

Barbara could tell that Kristen wasn't into what was 
happening. But she also knew that there was a fire in 
her own cunt that was burning hotter and hotter and 
wouldn't be quenched until her clit exploded and her 
hot, slick girl-cum spewed out.

Running the tip of her tongue over Kristen's lips, 
Barbara felt her mother's huge tits pressing lightly 
against her own. Even through the leather jacket she 
had on, the contact was electrifying for her. Her 
nipples grew hard instantly and the jacket pressed 
against the fiery nipples made them itch hungrily for 
attention.

"Mmmmm!" Barbara purred, flicking her tongue between 
Kristen's lips, the tip of her tongue touching her 
mother's briefly.

Though she had done many crazy and sexy things in her 
life, Barbara couldn't believe how this particular 
situation was turning her on. She was going to make it 
with her own mother while the deputy, sheriff and her 
father all watched.

What more could an exhibitionist with a strong 
incestuous streak in her ask for? thought Barbara.

Her hands were trembling badly as she unbuttoned 
Kristen's blouse. The moment the huge mounds of 
Kristen's tits burst into view, Barbara dipped her face 
down and captured one nipple.

She'd never tasted anything quite so delicious as her 
own mother's nipple. Barbara opened her mouth as wide 
as she possibly could, sinking her teeth lightly into 
the tit flesh, lashing at the hard nipple with her 
tongue.

"Mmmmmmm!" Barbara moaned again, this time out of pure, 
raw, unbridled passion.

Barbara realized that Kristen wouldn't initiate 
anything, so as she sucked on the big, lusty nipples 
she wrapped her arms around Kristen and pulled the 
zipper to her long white skirt down. A moment later the 
skirt fell around Kristen's ankles and Barbara's hands 
forced her thighs apart so she could get to that bushy, 
tasty pussy. She soon felt her own mother's pussy juice 
on her fingertips.

"Mmmmmm!" Barbara moaned soulfully, sucking hungrily on 
one nipple as she played her fingertips over Kristen's 
cunt lips and clit.

Kristen rolled her head back on her shoulders and 
sighed, not really wanting to believe what was 
happening to her, not wanting to admit that she was 
getting hot and wet and ready for action. Barbara's hot 
mouth was working over her nipples, biting and sucking 
on them, and the fingers playing with her pussy were 
doing it so gently and so expertly that Kristen was 
convinced Barbara had been making it with women for a 
long, long time.

"Ohhhhhh! Please stop!"

But Barbara knew her mother didn't want her to stop. 
The heat and moisture on her finger-tips from Kristen's 
pussy told her that much.

Boldly the teenager thrust a finger between Kristen's 
cunt lips. Her finger pushed into Kristen's cunt 
easily. The cunt lips were slippery with pussy juice.

"Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" Kristen sighed as her clit turned red-
hot.

Barbara nibbled on her mother's left nipple. With her 
right hand she eased her finger in and out of the hot 
pussy. Her left hand trailed up and down Kristen's 
thighs, feeling the silk stockings against her palm and 
sensitive fingertips. She thirsted for the taste of her 
own mother's pussy juice, wanted to feel Kristen's cunt 
lips tightening around her own invading, probing 
tongue.

The teenager kissed Kristen's sucked-in stomach, intent 
of burrowing her tongue deep into the hot, juicy pussy 
that she hungered for.

"Over here," Sheriff Carlisle said in that gravel-
voiced, commanding tone of his. "This ain't a party for 
yourselves, you know!"

Barbara's head was spinning with lust. She didn't 
really know what had happened. All those eyes on her as 
she sucked on her mother's tits and fingered her 
seething pussy had fired up her own lust so strongly 
that she was tingling from head to foot.

The rickety wooden table was pulled close to the cell 
so that Jeff could have a front row seat on the action 
that was about to take place.

"What are you?"

The words came from Kristen as though she was in a 
trance. She didn't fight against the men as she was 
turned away from the table, then pushed backward over 
it.

The table wasn't very large. Kristen could feel the 
sharp edges of the table against her thighs just above 
the tops of her black silk stockings and against her 
shoulders. Her high-heeled shoes dangled several inches 
above the floor. Her head hung down on the other side 
of the table, her lips parted slightly from the 
position she was in. Her big tits spread slightly, the 
nipples hard and moist from her daughter's mouth.

"Go on, Barbara," Sheriff Carlisle said, pushing the 
girl between Kristen's spread thighs. "You know what to 
do."

Barbara started to get to her knees, but the sheriff 
slipped his hand between her legs, grabbing her by the 
pussy, keeping her in a standing position. She put her 
hands on her mother's thighs and looked at the bushy 
cunt and pink pussy lips for a moment, feeling the 
sheriff's fingers working over her own cunt lips and 
clit.

This is going to be fan-fucking-tastic! the girl 
thought.

Kristen moaned softly as she looked at the world 
upside-down.

She saw Deputy Phelps's crotch and shivered on the 
table as he slowly, almost tauntingly, unzipped his 
pants and brought his cock and balls out of the fly of 
his trousers.

"Suck me, Kristen," the deputy whispered.

Kristen didn't say anything, but she was as hungry for 
the deputy's cock as he was for her to suck on it. He 
brought the fleshy, conical head of his prick to her 
mouth and she opened her lips in invitation, not even 
making any pretense of not liking to give blow-jobs.

"Mmmmmm!" the big-titted mother purred as her lips 
wrapped around the fat, meaty cock head.

Barbara used her thumbs to pry her mother's cunt lips 
apart just a little. A finger was pushed into her pussy 
and she groaned her pleasure, then stuck her tongue as 
far out of her mouth as she could and tasted her 
mother's cunt lips.

After the first taste of pussy juice from a cunt 
instead of on a cock after it had fucked her, Barbara 
was addicted. She groaned softly, her firm tits 
jiggling inside her leather jacket, and threw her face 
between Kristen's thighs. Stiffening her tongue, she 
thrust it between the tight, juicy pink cunt lips, 
fucking her tongue as far into her mother's hot, wet 
pussy as she could.

Standing with his face pressed between the bars, Jeff 
couldn't believe what he was seeing. He groaned softly 
and took his cock out, not taking his eyes off the 
action taking place just a few feet away from him.

"Unbelievable," he whispered, beginning to stroke his 
cock.

Kristen was on the table, her legs dangling over one 
side, her head over the other. Deputy Phelps was 
standing near her face, pushing his prick back and 
forth between her lips, driving his cock deep into her 
hot mouth. On the other side of the table, Barbara was 
bent over at the waist, licking Kristen's cunt, naked 
from the waist down except for the thigh-high black 
mesh stockings. Behind Barbara, Sheriff Carlisle was 
rubbing the head of his prick back and forth over her 
cunt lips and through the crevice of her firm, satiny 
smooth ass cheeks.

Curling her tongue inside Kristen's cunt, Barbara 
licked at the delicious pussy juice. As she tongued the 
pink, juicy cunt lips, she could feel the head of the 
sheriff's prick gliding threateningly against her cunt 
lips. She wondered if he would fuck her pussy or her 
asshole, but didn't really care which one he fucked. 
She was so horny that even her asshole would enjoy the 
colossal prick into it.

Barbara fucked her tongue into Kristen's cunt. She 
pushed one finger between her mother's cunt lips to get 
it slick with pussy juice, then started finger-fucking 
Kristen's asshole. Behind her, Barbara felt the blunt, 
throbbing head of the sheriff's cock pushing her own 
cunt lips apart as he started to fuck her seething 
pussy.

"Ohhhhh! I love a tight cunt," the sheriff groaned, 
watching his cock head sinking into the girl's pussy. 
He shoved the prick tip deeper into her pussy, pulled 
back, then bore into her again, this time plowing 
almost all of his huge prick into Barbara's superheated 
cunt.

Barbara shivered, fucking her tongue into her mother's 
hot cunt as the sheriff bored into her, driving the 
entire length of his monstrous prick into her pussy. 
The incredibly thick shaft of his cock forced her cunt 
lips wide apart, giving the teenager a delicious 
sensation of being completely filled with cock meat as 
she tongue-fucked her mother.

Kristen was oblivious to the discomfort she felt at 
having the table biting into the flesh of her thighs 
and shoulders as her body was being worked over. Her 
legs twitched as she shivered on the table, her clit 
getting hotter by the second from Barbara's expert 
tongue and tantalizing lips.

"Suck me," the deputy whispered, grabbing onto 
Kristen's big, jiggling tits and pinching them.

Kristen wasn't actually giving a blow-job. With her 
head hanging over the edge of the table, all she could 
do was avail her hot, sucking mouth to the deputy as he 
pushed and pulled his cock head in and out of her 
mouth.

She swirled her tongue around his prick tip, shivering 
with delight at the taste of his hard, strong prick. 
The cock head pushed against the back of her mouth, and 
for a second Kristen thought that the deputy would 
choke her with his prick. But then, just when Kristen 
was certain she would choke, he pulled back and let her 
tongue his cock head.

"Mmmmmmm!" Kristen moaned, feeling her husband's eyes 
on her as she mouthed and sucked on the big prick that 
sprouted from the deputy's waist.

His hands were driving her wild with lust, pinching and 
twisting her nipples to send hot tingles throughout her 
body as she got face-fucked. Between her legs, Kristen 
could feel her daughter's tongue fucking deep into her 
pussy, spreading her cunt lips apart to lap at the 
girl-cum that oozed freely from her pussy.

Barbara rocked to and fro, trying to concentrate on 
licking her mother's pussy and ignore the big, 
throbbing cock that rolled to and fro between her cunt 
lips, sinking deep into her hot pussy. But she 
couldn't. Her clit was tingling madly, getting hotter 
by the second as the sheriff's enormous prick lanced 
full-length into her pussy.

"Mmmmmmft!" she slurped, dragging her tongue through 
the tight crevice of her mother's cunt lips until she 
reached the pink, erect, throbbing clit at the top of 
her mother's pussy.

Barbara whipped the clit with her tongue and then was 
shocked when a spurt of girl-cum gushed out of 
Kristen's pussy. The slick, oily, clear pussy juice 
washed over Barbara's lips and cheeks. She threw her 
face forward, fucking her tongue as deeply into 
Kristen's overheated pussy as she possibly could, 
shivering as pussy juice splashed into her mouth and 
over her cheeks and chin. Slick drops of girl-cum 
dripped off the teenager's chin onto the concrete floor 
as she shivered, trying to savor the delicious girl-cum 
as much as possible.

Behind her, the sheriff was pumping his hips faster and 
harder, sinking his prick into Barbara's pussy until 
his balls slapped against her quivering thighs. He 
groaned and looked at Jeff, a twisted smile curling up 
his lips.

"Watch me fuck your daughter," the sheriff said softly.

Jeff pounded his prick furiously as he watched the 
action. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever gone 
through and the strangest thing of all was that nobody 
was doing anything to him and he still didn't care.

The deputy and the sheriff both unloaded. Thick, 
spurting jets of cum raced through the tube of his 
prick as Sheriff Carlisle uncorked his prick from 
Barbara's pussy and rubbed it between her ass cheeks.

"Awwwwww!" the sheriff groaned as his balls exploded.

Jeff watched as thick, white spurts of cum jetted out 
of the sheriff's cock head, sailing through the air to 
land heavily on Barbara's black leather jacket. Looking 
at Barbara's face, Jeff saw his wife's pussy juice all 
over her cheeks and lips.

A moment later Deputy Phelps pulled his prick out of 
Kristen's mouth and started whacking on it. Kristen 
kept her mouth open, her eyes closed, as the deputy's 
thick, sticky white cum shot on her face. Cum hit her 
lips and cheeks and chin. More spurts of cum hit her 
nose and neck. Some cum hit her on the forehead and 
stuck in her dark hair.

And when it was all over, Kristen sat upright on the 
table and then walked slowly over to Jeff, her big tits 
jiggling as she walked.

"Look, Jeff," Kristen whispered, looking straight into 
her husband's eyes.

She had cum clinging from her eyelashes to her 
cheekbone. It was strange and exciting for Kristen to 
look at her husband's through another man's cum.

"See what he did to me? Do you want to do it, too?"

"Yes," Jeff said, pounding faster on his cock.

Kristen sank to her knees in front of her husband's 
cock. A moment later Barbara was beside her. Kristen 
put her arm around Barbara's shoulder, pulling her 
daughter in close. They pressed their cheeks together, 
both staring at Jeff's cock head.

"Fuck!" Jeff hissed as he came.

He watched his thick, hot cum splatter over his wife's 
and daughter's face. And when it was over, Kristen and 
Barbara kissed each other lovingly.

"Come on, Jeff, it's time to go home," Kristen said as 
she slipped her skirt around her hips. "And don't think 
I've forgiven you for what you've done. From now on 
you're going to have to keep Barbara and me very, very 
happy and well fucked, or I'll throw your ass out the 
door!"

As they left the jail, Barbara shivered with 
anticipation, already wondering what it would be like 
to take her father's cock into her pussy until he came.

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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