Chapter 9
It was hard to say who was more surprised, Fred or the boys.
The teenagers gawked to find a policeman in their midst, and Fred gawked as he took in the scene: Linda naked and weeping, the ropes on the chair, the dog. He quickly deduced what had happened, and his mind reeled with shock and disgust.
He was the first to recover, though, thanks to his training. He drew his service revolver and displayed his badge.
"I think you guys know me already," he said roughly. "Especially you." He looked at Juan. "We've had a few dealings before. You wanta tell me what's going on here, or should we talk down at the station?"
"Up yours, pig," said Juan.
The other boys were pale and silent, obviously frightened.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it," Fred said. "Linda, are you all right?" He found it hard not to stare at her gorgeous naked body.
"Yes," she said shakily, "I'm okay. I'm charging these boys with kidnapping, among other things."
"That's good enough for a start," said Fred. "Phone the station and have some help sent over."
Linda obeyed, but before the other officers arrived, there were a few things she had to take care of. She ran to her room, slipped on a robe, and then returned to the living room to take care of the final detail.
"Fred," she said anxiously, "before the others get here-well, inside Juan's jacket, you'll find some photos. Also there's some film in the camera. I-I have to have those pictures. I don't want anyone else to see them."
Fred understood. Without a word, he reached inside Juan's jacket-the swarthy boy sneering at him but afraid to speak up-and retrieved a fistful of colored photos. He confiscated the camera, too, and handed the lot to Linda.
"They're yours," he said.
She was crying with relief. "Thank you, Fred. You don't know what this means to me."
"I know what it means," Juan said, unable to resist one last taunt. "Them pictures are of her making it with-"
Fred slapped him hard across the mouth, drawing blood. "If I hear one more word out of you, or your friends, about those pictures, I'll personally smash you to a pulp," Fred said furiously. "You dig? No matter where you are, I'll get to you."
Juan backed off. "Okay, okay," he said.
Other policemen arrived and took the boys away to be booked. Fred remained with Linda and got her testimony.
She didn't hold anything back. She wanted Juan and the gang in jail for a long, long time. She told Fred about the burglaries, showed him the stolen goods in Kyle's closet. She told how the boys had forced her to keep quiet, how they'd abused her.
"That's plenty," Fred said gently. "You don't have to go into detail."
They were sitting on the sofa, sipping drinks while Fred took notes. Linda looked at him searchingly. She could tell that this big cop was highly attracted to her, wanted her-and she wanted him. But if it was to be a lasting relationship, she knew it had to be based on the truth.
"Fred," she said uneasily, "I have to go into detail. You have to know what really happened. Otherwise I can't live with myself."
He studied the beautiful blonde. She was not only stunning, she was bright and sincere, unlike any other woman he'd known. He felt instinctively that she was the one for him. He felt protective toward her.
"Linda," he said,, "you really don't have to say anything more. I know you're okay, and that's all that matters."
"No," she said stubbornly. "I want you to know the whole story. First, I want you to look at these pictures."
She had them all clutched in her hands, including the latest ones Juan had taken of her and the dog. Trembling, she passed them to Fred.
He looked them over quickly, keeping his face expressionless. He'd seen plenty of photos like this in his work, and his only reaction was to note how beautiful she looked, how exciting. He couldn't tell her that, of course.
He got up and put the pictures in the fireplace and lit a match to them. "Well?" he said.
"The-the ones with Kyle," she said. "You can tell I wasn't being forced there. He's my own nephew, Fred. I-I just couldn't control myself. You see, I was divorced five years ago, and until Kyle came along, there was no man in my life. I-I couldn't control my needs when he made love to me. I hate myself for it. My own flesh and blood, a boy young enough to be my son ... "
She broke down, weeping. Fred wanted desperately to hold her, comfort her, but he knew she had to get it out in the open, make her confession, before she'd feel right. He forced himself to play the role of policeman.
"And the ones with the dog?" he said. Linda shuddered. "They forced me to do it. The boys. They said I had two choices-keep quiet about the burglaries, become their sex slave, never see you again-or else do it with the dog. I chose the dog."
Fred clenched his fists. "Bastards," he muttered.
"But, Fred." She could hardly speak, she was crying so hard. "That's not all of it. When I was actually doing it-w-with the dog-I enjoyed it."
That was the last and most shameful confession, and she buried her face in her hands and wept uncontrollably.
Fred turned from the fireplace and looked at her. He felt no repulsion, no condemnation. All he saw was a beautiful sexy woman who could go beyond the normal rules of sex, a woman open to adventure and experiment, the kind of woman he'd always dreamed of having.
He went to her, held her.
"It's all right," he said. "It's over. No one will ever, know but me. It's time to start forgetting ail that, Linda, time to start living."
She looked up at him, unbelieving. "You could still like me, after what I told you?"
"Easily," Fred said. "Listen, I been around, I've seen everything, and I know nobody's perfect. You're plenty good enough for me. And frankly, I like a woman who digs sex as much as you do. A lot of my buddies are married, and they're complaining all the time about their wives not wanting to fuck. Well, to hell with that. I want a woman who likes to do it."
Linda caught the challenge in his eyes, and she blushed, but she didn't look away. She liked what he said. Always she'd wanted a man who was as lusty and sensual as she was. Not a selfish boy like Kyle, not a timid weak-blooded husband like Jerry, but a real man, a man with balls. Like Fred Scott.
Her little pink tongue darted out briefly, saucily, to lick and moisten her full red lips. She said nothing, but Fred got the message. He bent toward her quickly and kissed her.
"Ummmmm," she murmured.
Her whole body flamed with lusty excitement when Fred put his powerful arms around her and drew her against his big hard body. She returned his embrace, feeling his broad shoulders and brawny chest. When his tongue touched hers, she met it, tickling and teasing it with her own naughty tongue. She felt him shiver with excitement.
He drew her closer, till her big full tits flattened against his chest. His tongue was nearly to her throat. She felt a dizzying attack of horniness that made her crotch go wet with hot pussy-juice. She squirmed and sighed.
"Jesus," Fred gasped when they broke the kiss. "You make me hot."
"The feeling is mutual," Linda laughed softly.
He looked at her searchingly, wondering if she meant it, wondering if she was different. So many women were prick-teasers, giving you a big come on, then refusing to fuck. He'd met far too many of that kind. If only she was different, for real.
He decided to find out.
She was wearing a loose filmy red robe secured only by a sash around her waist. The neckline was deep, almost to her belly, showing the ripe swelling cleavage of her tits. Fred slipped one hand inside the neck of her robe and eased his hand over one tit. It felt huge and hot and tingling. The flesh was satiny, the nipple an enticing little bump.
He squeezed gently. Linda held his gaze, her eyes bold and inviting. She didn't push his hand away.
Fred felt hot excitement in his crotch, felt his prick rising to the occasion. Jesus, if only she really meant it. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently began to slide her robe down. Still she didn't resist.
The silky robe slid smoothly down her soft flesh, and he easily got it off her arms, down to her waist. Only then did he allow himself to look at her fantastic boobs.
"Jesus," was all he could say.
They were the most beautiful knockers in the world, he was convinced of that. Big, very big, but not saggy or elongated. They were perfectly round and firm, two great globes of creamy white flesh, dotted by two cute pink nipples. They were dream tits.
Gently, almost in awe, Fred rested his big rough hands under the fullness of her huge breasts, lifting, testing. They felt heavy in his hands yet softly delicate. Linda sighed as he played with them. He gave them a gentle squeeze, then a firmer, more lusty massage, as if still not believing their beauty.
Linda laughed. "Yes, Fred, they're real."
He laughed, too. "I can tell. And they're beautiful, too. Do you mind, if-uh-"
"Whatever you want," she said, "I enjoy it, too, you know."
He swallowed hard. Her gentle but sexy cooperation was more exciting than the most blatant come on. Somehow she managed to be a lady and a temptress at the same time. He bent his head over her white swelling tits and began to kiss them.
She tasted good. Everything about her was soft and fragrant and lovely. Fred cupped one big warm tit and raised up the sweet strawberry-pink nipple to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and gently licked the enticing little nub.
"Ahhhhh," Linda sighed.
She was clutching his shoulder, and now he felt her nails digging in as horny excitement gripped her. Her nipple was so sensitive. His wet, swishing tongue sent jolts of pleasure right down her body, into her already soaked pussy. She closed her eyes and smiled.
"I want to suck your tit," Fred found himself saying, much to his surprise. He usually kept his feelings to himself.
"Do it," she said breathlessly, "do it."
He opened his lips, formed them hungrily around her sweet pink nipple and closed. He began to suck, gently at first, then with increasing hunger. He liked the feel of that hard tasty nub in his mouth. He tickled it with the tip of his tongue, and Linda squealed with pleasure.
Something about this man was turning her on powerfully. It wasn't his looks. Fred was far from handsome. His rugged face looked like it had been through the war. It wasn't his style. He had all the sophistication and polish of an ox. Perhaps it was his vibes-his gutsiness and honesty. She didn't know. She only knew that she was creaming for him, aching for him.
"Yes," she murmured, "oh, yes, suck me ... "
Fred sucked noisily, wetly, on her tender nipple till he felt it going hard and bumpy in his mouth, rigid with arousal. Then he turned his attention to the other nipple, still soft and smooth. He sucked it in hotly, swished his tongue around it, applied pressure.
"Ooooooo," Linda squealed. "My God, that's exciting!"
She wasn't lying. She was really getting out of hand, she realized. Her flowing cunt-cream had soaked right through the skirt of her robe, making a damp puddle on the sofa.
She wasn't content to remain passive any longer. With eager fumbling fingers she began to unbutton his shirt. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers.
She managed to slip off his shirt, and found herself gawking at his enormously broad chest and its thick matting of brown hair. Hairy men had always seemed ape-like to her, menacing, slightly repugnant. Not now. All that thick crisp hair excited her. She ran her hands over it, trembling, sighing.
Fred raised his mouth from her spit-soaked erect nipple, drew her against him so that her delicate swollen tits rubbed the thick curly hair. She rubbed back, grinning shamelessly at him.
"I'm not as pretty as you are," he chuckled.
"You'll do," said Linda.
He looked down at her big beautiful globe-shaped tits and wondered if he dared go farther. So far it had just been harmless necking, though powerfully exciting to him. He-didn't want to spoil his chances with her, scare her off.
Yet his cock was crowding his pants, straining in a fierce erection. He wanted her desperately. He prayed she wasn't acting, that she wanted him, too.
He put his hand on her silky leg, just below the knee where her robe had fallen open. He began to inch his hand slowly, gently, up her leg, and all the while he looked at her, watching her reaction.
Linda let her head loll back, her heavily-lashed eyes at half-mast. He saw her teeth flash in a sensual grin.
"Baby," he murmured.
As his hand approached her crotch, Linda felt herself cream again, a heavy hot rush of juice. She was tremendously excited. Never in her life had she wanted a man so much as she wanted Fred. She trembled as his big rough hand traveled up her leg, and she waited, limp and warm, not resisting.
Fred licked his lips. He had his hand on her thigh now, and she hadn't stopped him. Her skin was deliciously silky and warm. He moved on, under her robe, already feeling the moist heat of her pussy. At last his exploring fingers touched the first springy curls of her pussy.
He looked up at her, still uncertain of his reception. "Linda . . . ?"
"It's all right," she said. "I want you to touch me everywhere.
His cock gave another lurch, absolutely aching now in its confinement. Down boy, he thought. Be patient. If she really meant everything she said, he wouldn't go unsatisfied.
He moved his hand again, touched her golden cunt hairs. She didn't resist. He laid his whole hand on it, gently pressing up and down, feeling the clean crispy springy curls. Beneath it he felt the powerful radiating heat of her pussy.
"Yes," she whispered, "touch me there ..."
He slid his finger through her plump, slick cuntlips and touched her red-hot clit. As he began to rub the tiny nub, Linda gave a shuddering sigh and opened her legs wider. He felt a scalding rush of pussy-juice soaking his hand.
"Oooooo, yesss," she whined, "touch my clit!"
She dug her nails into his naked shoulders and arched her pussy up wantonly to meet his stroking finger. Fierce pleasure melted her belly as he rubbed the most sensitive organ of her body. She whined softly, loving his touch.
Fred was surprised and pleased at the intensity of her response. She wasn't faking it, he knew. A woman couldn't command her pussy to cream like that, it could only happen if she was genuinely aroused. As he stroked her tiny red clit, he felt the little organ growing and swelling, getting a miniature erection.
His cock twitched and creamed in sympathetic response. God, how he wanted her.
He slid his hand farther down into her steamy snatch, feeling around till he located the dripping hot mouth of her cunt. Gently he circled it with his fingertip, feeling the plump, swollen lips of her cunt, the narrow, slick hole that led into her body.
"Do you like that?" he whispered. "Like me to touch you there?"
"Yes," she whimpered, "oh, God yesss ..."
Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstasy. She was licking her lips, digging her fingers into his shoulders. Deliberately Fred watched her lovely flushed face as he slowly inserted his thick middle finger into her seething, wet cunt.
"Oooooo," she moaned.
Her blue eyes shot open, rolled wildly, then closed again as she concentrated on the delicious sensation of his finger easing into her famished cunt. Shamelessly she closed her silky cunt around him, nipping, squeezing.
"Oh, Christ," Fred sighed.
He could imagine that wet narrow sheath doing its naughty little number around his swollen meat, gripping and squeezing him. His exploring finger told him she had a beautiful cunt, very tight and muscular, yet deliciously wet and slick.
With his finger eased all the way into her horny little cunt, Linda couldn't control her lust at all. She began working her pussy homily up and down his inserted finger, and at the same time she fumbled around for his crotch.
She found it, touched it. He had an enormous hard-on, almost bursting his pants. Well, she'd soon relieve him of THAT. She found his fly, quickly tugged the zipper open. Slipping her hand inside, she paused for a moment in awe. He was hugely hung, bigger even than Kyle. His rock-hard throbbing prick felt a good nine inches long and wonderfully thick.
She eased it out of his pants and gawked. Her guess had been correct. He was hung like a horse. His huge prick stuck straight up from his belly, the head swollen and knobby and purple. From the dark slit-mouth of his glans, helpless cock-juice bubbled.
Linda leaned down and used her little pink tongue to lick up all his dribbling juice.
"Oh, Christ," Fred moaned.
He shivered with horny pleasure as he watched the beautiful blonde licking up all his cock-juice, rolling it around on her tongue in obvious enjoyment before she swallowed it. The sight turned him on as much as the sensation.
Boldly, he reached for the sash of her robe, untied it. The slick material fell away, and Linda easily slipped out of it. He gawked at her incredible body-the big jutting tits, the tiny firm waist, the long shapely legs-and most of air at the real blonde puff of her pussy. She was fantastic-and she was horny for HIM.
"Linda," he said hoarsely. He couldn't go on, couldn't say it. It seemed too crude to ask her to fuck, yet for the life of him he couldn't think how else to put it.
She helped him out. "Yes, darling," she said. "I want it, too. Make love to me, Fred."
It didn't seem real, this gorgeous blonde asking him to ball her, but he decided to try anyway. Hell, he wasn't about to be a gentleman, not at a time like this. He stood up and slipped off his shoes and pants. Linda gawked shamelessly at his huge muscular body, concentrating on the thick brown patch of his loins and his rampant erect cock and his great swollen reddish-pink balls.
He eased her down on her back. She smiled and opened her legs for him, throwing one long, shapely leg up over the back of the sofa, letting the other slide off the seat. Her pussy was wantonly offered to him. He saw the steady river of horny cream flowing from the tiny dark mouth of her cunt.
"Hurry, Fred," she moaned. "Put it in me. I want you, darling. I want your cock in me ... "
He couldn't have had a clearer invitation than that. Finally believing his luck, Fred grunted lustily and knelt between her wide-stretched legs. His hands shook with horny excitement as he fitted the huge red knob of his cock-head to her little wet cunt-mouth.
"Ummmmm," she whimpered, "UMMMMMM . . . Hurry, hurry . . . YESSSSS!"
She groaned ecstatically as she felt his thick meat sinking into her. She arched her pussy up greedily to speed his penetration. His cock was wonderfully long, hard, and hot. She creamed furiously around it.
"Oh, Fred," she sighed, "that feels soooo good!"
"You're telling me," the big cop sighed.
Her cunt was perfect, tight enough to delight him but slick enough to allow easy entrance. With a happy sigh he sank onto her, letting his thick hard meat slip right up to her womb. He felt her scalding cream soaking and heating his dick. She wanted it, all right. He could never call Linda Davis a prick-teaser.
He began to fuck her, using long, slow deep thrusts. Dizzy pleasure washed over him as he worked his swollen horny meat in her silky wet sheath. Linda moaned and clung to him, working her hips in time to his strokes, obviously loving it.
"Oh, darling," she wailed, "it's so good! Deeper, deeper, yesss. I love it, Fred. I love the way you fuck me!"
The phone rang.
"SHIT," Fred said. "It's probably for me." Linda laughed. "Then I guess you better answer it."
He could just reach it from the nearby table without moving off her. It was for him, and it was Lieutenant Briggs, his superior, wanting to know how the robbery investigation was going.
"Uh, I'm just finishing up here, Lieutenant," Fred said with difficulty. Linda was wickedly jerking her hot, soaked cunt all around his deeply-buried prick.
"Yeah, we got a clear case against them," Fred said.
She used her powerful cunt muscles to squeeze his dick till he almost came. He let out a horny croak.
"What? Oh, nothing, Lieutenant. I just coughed. Yeah, I just got a few more notes to take, then I'll be finished." Fred could hardly talk now as Linda went on clenching her red-hot silky cunt around him, making him dizzy with pleasure.
"Ahhhhh," Fred moaned. "Uh, yeah, yeah, Lieutenant, I'm fine. Just a little tired. Let me get back to work here, and I'll have a report for you real soon. Ah, shit. Nothing, Lieutenant. I'll see you in awhile."
He hung up, sweating. Helplessly he laughed at Linda, who was wantonly sticking her tongue out at him. "What were you trying- to do," he said, "make me lose my job?"
She only laughed. She arched her hips up sharply, making his cock butt her womb, and Fred moaned. "Bitch," he muttered. "You wicked little bitch."
"You bet I am," said Linda. "You have no idea how wicked I am."
"Yeah," said Fred, "but I'm gonna find out!"