Chapter 3
Tammy felt good after her morning fuck. Bill had some shopping he had to do and he had taken the truck into town. Tammy was supposed to be cleaning up around the house, but she didn't feel like doing anything.
Tammy slipped into a pair of ass-tight bluejeans and a halter top that let plenty of her shapely tits spill out. She felt like going naked, but she remembered that Jim had appeared from nowhere and he was probably still around. She didn't know if she had the will power to resist Jim if he came around, but she knew she would not have a chance if she was naked when he showed up.
Tammy had almost decided that one time with Jim was enough. She was going to settle down and be a good farm wife. That was just a fluke accident. It wouldn't happen again. Still, it was nice to think about how good-looking Jim was. It was also nice to have that tingly feeling between her legs whenever she thought about his huge cock.
Tammy had decided to walk outside. She was just closing the kitchen door when the tan-colored city police car pulled into her front yard. Her first thought was that her husband had been involved in an accident and she walked hurriedly toward the car.
A tall, sandy-haired young man in an immaculate uniform climbed out of the front seat. He was smiling as she walked toward him, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't be smiling if her husband was in trouble.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully. "I'm Officer Styles. I work in the city a few miles from here. Is your husband home?"
"No," she answered.
"Well, I can talk to you about this," he said. "You can let your husband know when he gets back. We've had a man escape from jail in the next county."
"Escape?" she questioned. Tammy started feeling funny as if she already knew what the officer was about to say. "What does that have to do with me? With us?"
"His name is Jim Conway. He used to live here on this farm. He was a bad one. His sister still lives near here and we've got that place covered, but he might come around here."
"Why should he do that?" Tammy asked.
"He used to be really attached to this place. He was kind of sentimental about it. Anyway, you might warn your husband if he comes around. Just call us."
"We will," Tammy assured him.
Tammy was flustered. Jim hadn't just gotten out of prison. He had escaped. That made him a very dangerous man. Tammy felt a shiver up her spine that made her clench her thighs together. It was crazy, but thinking about how dangerous Jim was didn't frighten her all that much. It only made her feel horny.
She found herself looking at Officer Styles with a new look. He was a nice-looking man. She found herself wondering what kind of fuck he would be. Even the gun hanging on his hip started to make her feel a little funny.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "Yes, I'm fine. Maybe you'd like a cup of coffee or something?"
She could see that she was arousing the same kind of interest in him that he had aroused in her. He was looking her up and down with hot, hungry eyes and suddenly she knew she was going to be giving him something more than just coffee.
"Maybe I should hang around until your husband gets home," he said. "Just to protect you."
"Maybe you should. Come with me and I'll fix that coffee. But I can't go on calling you Officer Styles. My name's Tammy Wilson."
"Bud Styles," he told her.
She liked his name. She found herself liking everything about him as they went into the kitchen and she made the coffee for them. All the time she could tell he was watching the way her jeans hugged her ass. She had herself another man who liked an attractive ass.
"How long have you been doing this kind of work?" she asked, as she poured out his coffee.
"A long time," he answered.
"Isn't it dangerous?" she asked.
"Sometimes," he answered. His eyes never left her. "Sometimes it has its own rewards."
She sat down close to him at the table. Their thighs touched. She could feel the lean hardness of his leg and also the clammy leather of the holster. None of the men in her life had ever been violent men and she wondered why she was so attracted to them suddenly.
"How long will your husband be gone?" Bud asked.
"He usually stays until late in the evening," she answered. "I've never known him to come back before three o'clock."
"That's about four hours," Bud said. "That's a long wait. We'll have to find something to do to pass the time."
"Yes," she whispered.
He leaned over and kissed her gently on the mouth. It took her by surprise but she didn't pull away. It was a short kiss but it made her feel like jelly. She was having trouble with her breathing. She was really turned on by this man.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asked.
"Upstairs. I'll show you."
She knew she had to be turning into some kind of nympho, but she couldn't seem to help herself. All of her good intentions had suddenly vanished as she took the good-looking young man by the hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.
The bed still hadn't been made from the wild fucking she had shared with her husband that morning. For a moment she felt a pang of guilt.
The guilty feeling stopped almost the moment that Bud put his hand on her ass. She could feel the heat of his fingers right through her jeans and panties. It was like he was burning her ass.
She turned toward him. She felt his hands move all over her shoulders and then back down to her ass. He gripped her asscheeks and pulled her against him. She lifted her mouth to be kissed. This time it wasn't the gentle kiss like before, but a brutal, hungry kiss that left her breathless when he stopped. She knew she shouldn't but she wanted more. She didn't want him to stop.
She reached up and grabbed him by the neck and she pulled his face down to hers. This time her tongue thrust into his mouth as deeply as she could get it. She felt it rubbing against his rough tongue and she felt the hot shivers going up her body.
She felt like she was melting from his hot hands. He was squeezing her asscheeks so hard that she knew he was leaving bruises. It was also making her pussy drip with juice.
"Fucking bitch," Bud said softly. "You're hot for it, aren't you? You're hot to get fucked. What's the matter? Hasn't your husband been fucking you enough?"
"I can't ever get enough," she whispered.
She proved it by rubbing her crotch against his. She could feel his hard prick in his trousers. Her jeans felt suddenly cramped and uncomfortable. She pushed him away long enough to undo the catch and pull down the zipper. She had them open as he pulled her back against him again.
"Sweet Jesus, you are hot," he said, as she kept rubbing her pussy against him. "I've fucked some horny housewives, but I've never felt one get worked up so quickly before."
His hands kept stroking her body until she couldn't stand it anymore. She felt like she was on fire. She quickly twisted away and started ripping off her clothes. She unbuttoned her halter top and let her tits pop free and she heard his gasp of appreciation.
"God, what tits!" he said. "They ought to paint a picture of those tits, baby."
She was trying to strip out of her jeans as he pushed her toward the bed. She got them down around her knees before he pushed her back. She lost her balance and landed on the bed. He was on top of her.
"Open your mouth," he told her. "I'm going to ram my tongue all the way down your throat."
His muscular body had her pinned and she couldn't move. She opened her mouth and let him push his tongue deep into her throat. He was right. She hadn't been tongue-kissed like this before. His tongue went deep enough to choke her. She started pushing her tongue back at his. She felt his hand come up to stroke her tit.
He moved his face away. "Hot tits," he said. "Hot and hard. You fucking housewife whore. Fucking while your husband's away. You're nothing but a cunt, a fucking cunt!"
He moved both hands up to grip her tits. He held them tightly and thumbed her nipples until they were aching. She kept trying to lift her head but he only laughed at her.
"Bitch," he told her. "You're going to give me what I want, and only what I want. You want to be a housewife cunt and that's what you're going to be."
He lowered his head and started french-kissing her again. Then she felt his tongue moving down the front of her body until he was licking her hard nipples. He covered them with his saliva and then he opened his mouth and started sucking hard on the tits. She was so damned sensitive there. In seconds she was twisting and turning in pleasure. She was trying to cram more of her tits into his mouth.
"Oh, suck them!" she cried. "I love it that way. Suck me with your hot mouth. Bite me!"
His teeth started nipping savagely at her tender flesh. She didn't mind. He was turning her into an animal and she didn't care about that. All that mattered was the delicious sensations burning her body up.
"More!" she screamed. "Take more of my tit in your mouth. Oh, fuck, that feels so nice!"
His hot mouth was moving quickly from one hard tit to the other and he was gobbling at her creamy flesh like she was some kind of candy. She could feel more and more of her big tits being sucked into his wet lips.
She moved her hand down his body and between his legs. She felt the hard bulge of his cock. It was bigger than she expected. She traced the long length of it with her fingers. It was bigger than her husband's and almost as big as Jim's. She was going to enjoy getting fucked with it.
Bud quit sucking on her tits and moved away from the bed for a few seconds. He undressed quickly and revealed a very hairy body, thick with muscles. She had never liked hairy men before but something about Bud turned her on. He was like an animal, a furry animal.
His cock was magnificent. She had to reach out for him as he came to the bed again. She closed her fingers around the shaft and she felt it jumping in her fingers like something alive.
"Yeah," he said. "I knew you'd like that. All you cunts like a big fucking cock!"
Her fingers stroked the hard length of it and she could feel it getting even harder. Her fingers moved up around the sensitive ridge and she felt the explosion of hot cum running over her fingers. She worked her hand faster.
"Take off your goddamn panties," he told her. "Spread your goddamn cunt legs, bitch. I'm going to fuck your eyeballs out!"
She quickly pulled her jeans down and off. Then she stripped her panties down her legs and kicked them off. She spread her legs wide and he grinned at her. She had never felt so vulnerable as he stared directly into her pink cunt.
"Beautiful," he groaned. "You're fucking beautiful. Let's just see how juicy you are."
He put his hand over her pussy and rammed two fingers easily up into her juicy cunt. She moaned and her ass lifted off the bed as the sweet spasms of pleasure shook her. He left his fingers still for a moment. He was still grinning.
"You like that, baby?" he asked. "You like having your pussy finger-fucked?"
"Oh, yes," she moaned.
He roughly thrust another finger into her pussy and started moving them in and out. Her ass started coming off the bed again. She was turning and twisting again. She moved her hands up her body and started playing with her tits. He was really making her hot. She felt another finger being forced into her cunt.
"You sweet little piece of ass," he groaned. "I bet this is all you fucking do all day. Just lie around with your fucking legs spread and play with pussy!"
His other hand went under her ass. He spread the cheeks of her ass and pushed a finger into her asshole. Then another. He started ramming his fingers in and out with the same motion he was finger-fucking her pussy.
"You ever felt anything like this, bitch?" he asked her. "It's almost like having two big cocks at once. Would you like that? Two big fat cocks to ram your ass and pussy?"
He was making her feel crazier than she'd ever felt in her life. She was licking her lips and moaning and she was honestly thinking about having two cocks filling her. What would it feel like to have two cocks pounding her body? It was really a sick thought, but it excited her tremendously.
"Oh, God, fuck me," she moaned. "I need to be fucked!"
He took his hand out of her pussy and rolled over on top of her. He kept the two fingers thrusting in and out of her asshole. He pushed his cock all the way up to her pussy. She felt the blood-engorged cockhead rubbing against her pussylips.
"You want it, babe?" he asked. "Beg me for it.
Tell me what a sick asshole bitch you are! Tell me how you liked to fuck anything. Anything with a cock, bitch! Beg me, cunt!"
He was humiliating her even more but this was what she wanted, what she craved. She lifted her ass and let her pussylips rub against the head of his cock. She reached between them and found his hard cock and tried to pull it into her pussy.
"No, bitch," he groaned. "First, you beg like the cunt you are. Beg me for my hot cock and then you'll get all you need! Beg me, bitch!"
"I'm begging," she whispered. "I'm begging you to fuck me. Treat me like a whore. Stick your cock in me! I'm a slut! I'm a whore! I'm willing to fuck anything with a cock! Please fuck me, please!"
She got what she wanted. He drew back but only to lift her legs up above her head so her pussy hole was really gaping wide. Then he rammed his stiff prick into her pussy as hard as he could. It made her entire body shake.
"Oh, Jesus, God in heaven!" she cried out. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! God, I've never felt anything so good!"
He left his huge cock inside her tight pussy without moving. He pressed his entire weight down on her legs so that her toes touched the bed behind her head. She should have been hurting and uncomfortable. Instead she found herself loving it.
He started to fuck her in quick, hard strokes. His cock was already throbbing and spitting out cum into her pussy and she knew it wouldn't be long before he was ready to come. She let herself go. Her ass lifted off the bed and she wrapped her arms around his body.
"Oh, yes," she whispered. "Give it to me like that. That's the way I like it. Give it to me like that!"
His balls made loud slapping sounds as he drove his cock into her. She could really feel his hard prickhead getting deep in her pussy.
God, it was good. It was better than it had been that morning with her husband. It was even better than with Jim. This young police officer knew how to turn her into a complete animal, and she loved it.
"Give it to me good," she sobbed. "Fuck me good with it. I've never felt so good!"
He was too excited to slow down, although he probably would have liked for it to last longer. But she felt the tension in his body and knew the cum was about to shoot up from his balls. She spread her legs wider and tried to pull him even deeper inside.
"Give it to me," she moaned. "Fill me up with it. Fill me up with your cum!"
Suddenly he was pulling his cock out of her cunt hole. She didn't know what he was doing until he jerked her legs down and moved up her body. His hard prick was just above her tits and she could see the burning excitement in his eyes.
"Hold my cock, bitch," he told her. "Grab it and hold it. Make me shoot my fucking cum all over you. I'm ready, bitch. I'm almost there. Just grab it and I'll shoot my fucking cum all over your goddamn body!"
This had never happened to her before. He was going to shoot his sticky cum onto her face and tits. She felt her pussy burning even hotter as she reached for his cock. She felt his hand move back and between her legs. His fingers started thrusting into her again.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "You're making me come. Oh, shit, it feels so good! Oh, fuck, it feels good!"
At the same time, he moved forward and she felt the hot drops of his cum splashing against her face and tits. He bent forward even more so that his wet cock rubbed against her cheeks and even smeared against her full red lips. For the first time she tasted the salty flavor of a man's cum.
"Bitch," he told her. "Take a fucking cum bath. You need one. You need to show everybody what a fucking cunt you are!"
Another glob of his cum hit her in the face. He grabbed her head and forced her to rub the sticky jism all over her face and even into her red hair. Then he moved her hand down so that she was rubbing her tits with his cum.
"That's right, bitch," he said. "All over. Show me what a cunt you are!"
He moved even farther up so that his balls rested against her lips. She had never done anything like this before. He was taking strands of her long red hair and wiping his cum. He took a thick handful of her hair and milked the last few drops from his prick. Finally he got off her.
"You're pretty good, cunt," he said. "I guess you haven't been getting it regular. I'll have to stop by more often and take care of that."
"You're leaving," she said. "I thought you were going to hang around and protect me."
"You don't need protection," Officer Styles said seriously. "If he shows up, you can fuck him to death!"