Chapter 6
Ridgeway was sweating and his face was set with a grim determination as he pushed the vibrator in and out of Eve's pain-racked pussy. He was grunting and Eve thought she detected a sadistic grin on his face as he worked her over.
She'd give up trying to reason with Ridgeway. He was going to have his way regardless of what she said or did. She only hoped that her cunt would soon begin to get wet and relieve her of some of the pain.
If only I could concentrate on what he's doing and try to make myself think it feels good, she thought. Maybe that will do the trick. She closed her eyes and as the huge dildo went ramming into her, she focused her mind on it and tried to tell herself it was Johnny Pollard fucking her.
It didn't happen immediately, but after a while it began to seep into her brain. Her subconscious took over and she felt the first traces of moisture begin to lubricate the dildo. Her cunt was getting wet and the surging dildo became less painful.
Ridgeway knew it had to happen sooner or later, but he kept fucking that big stiff thing into her with all his might. It still hurt some, but Eve was beginning to get hot, now that she was getting wet, and the more she got turned on, the better it felt.
Her cuntjuice was making it slippery and easy to handle. It must have had a medicating effect on her torn pussy walls as well, because the pain kept getting less and less intense. After a few minutes, she was really enjoying it.
"Mmmmmm . . . that's beginning to feel good, baby," she moaned, hoping she would appease Ridgeway and he might be more considerate.
"Oh, yeah?" he said. "That's too bad. I was hoping you were still getting torn apart." Abruptly he pulled the dildo out of her cunt and tossed it aside.
Eve felt suddenly as empty as a church on Monday, and her pussy began to ache and throb once more. Without that big hard dildo fucking her, all the lesions he'd created inside her lovely pink pussy overshadowed the pleasant feelings, and pain began to course through her loins.
Ridgeway got up to his knees, his cock almost bursting from excitement. It was almost as mammoth as the dildo and every bit as hard. It stood out from his body and its head was red as a beet. His face was still grim, his jaw set like a bulldog, and he moved up so his cock was right in front of her face.
"How would you like to take this whole thing right down your throat, baby?"
"I'd like to suck you, but that's much too big for me to get it all in my throat, I'm afraid," she said.
"Oh, come now, my dear," he said. "Surely you jest. Spencer, come here. I may need some help holding this bitch while she takes my cock down her throat."
Spencer crawled up on the other side of Eve, right alongside her head.
Eve's heart was pounding almost as hard as Ridgeway's cock as the sergeant grabbed her head, and told her to open her mouth. She refused; and he placed his thumb in one cheek, his forefingers in the other, and squeezed.
She thought he would break her cheekbones. His fingers were like iron. She couldn't possibly resist.
When her mouth popped open, he jammed his immense throbbing cock into it-right down her throat. All of his long thick prick went in, and she gagged and tried to talk but found her throat plugged by the bulging shaft of Ridgeway's cock.
He began fucking into her, holding her by the hair of the head with one hand and playing with his balls with the other. Spencer sat on the bed, playing with his prick again.
"Like that, baby?" Ridgeway said with a leer. "Bet you never had that much cock in your face before."
Eve was scared to death. His cock was reaching far down her throat, seeping cum in a thin dribble, and she was having more and more trouble breathing. She couldn't swallow, and the cum was trickling down her throat. It tickled like hell. She tried to cough, but it wouldn't come out. Her face began to get red and her lungs were bursting.
Ridgeway was fucking her face faster and faster. He closed his eyes and threw his head back suddenly and squeezed his eyes. Then he was stock still and a low guttural groan came up from his lungs. He shot a huge wad of hot jism right down her throat.
She gagged and tried to swallow it, but his prick was surging in and out of her and she couldn't.
"You better let her get her breathe a sec, Sarge. She might croak on us," Spencer said.
"Oh, fuck her!" Ridgeway said. "We'd just investigate it and write her off as a suicide-no problem." And he kept right on squeezing off his cum in shooting spasms of his throbbing prick.
Eve was beginning to go out of her mind. She was pinned to the bed by this big monster, getting an incredible prick shoved down her throat, and she couldn't swallow . . . Now she might even face choking to death, and there was no one to help her! She had never felt so alone in her life.
Fortunately, Ridgeway was finishing his orgasm and his cock began to soften and pull back from its invasion of her air-passage.
Her mouth was full of cum, and now that the tightness in her throat was relieved a little by the retreat of Ridgeway's cock, she tried to savor its sweetness and let the cream slide down.
It tasted good to her, and she felt her troubles might be over. Maybe Ridgeway would get dressed and leave, now that he'd shot his load.
But she was much too optimistic.
When he had finished draining his prick of every last drop of jism and his hot prick was ready to rest, he slid it out of her mouth and straddled her face, sitting on her soft heaving tits. Eve was afraid he might break her ribs. He felt like he weighed a ton, but he didn't seem to care how much he rested his full weight on her tender body.
"Get enough cock that time, baby?" he said. "Got enough cum to feed an army, didn't ya?" He laughed uproariously.
His cock, only a few inches from her face, was dripping with his jism, but still thick and more than half-hard, and Ridgeway took it in one hand and began wiping it off on Eve's cheek.
"Got a great complexion, baby, but there's nothing like a little jizz to soften the skin ... eh, Spencer?"
"Right, Sarge." He was watching the whole thing, still not daring to make a move unless Ridgeway told him to.
Then the sergeant took a handful of Eve's lustrous red hair in one hand and, using it like a cloth, began wiping off his cockshaft and his balls. She thought if she could ever get to his gun, lying across the room with his uniform, she would blow his head off. What a fucking pig! What right did a bastard like this have to wear a uniform and pretend that he was worthy of respect?
"And nice of her to let her hair grow long so I can use if for a wiping rag . . . eh?"
"Yeah, Sarge, real nice of her."
"You are a no good son of a bitch-that's what you are!" Eve blurted out. "When you leave here, I'm going to report you to your captain."
"And what are you going to say, Little Miss Shithead? That you just called the station with a dirty phone call-innocent little thing that you are-and then got raped? Your name will be in every paper and on every news broadcast, and after that's all over, your body will be in the city morgue, because some guy will put a goddam cock in your throat and leave it there until you croak, next time. I'll see to that personally! So you won't say anything to anybody . . . will you? I said, will you!" He balled up his fist as if to hit her, and held her throat with the other.
"N-n-no, I won't tell anyone," she said softly.
"That's better. To hell with you! Cunts like you make me sick. She's all yours, Spencer. Fuck her ears off . . . if you can stand her."
Ridgeway backed off and went to the other side of the room. Eve hoped it would be the last time she ever saw him. But before she could give it much thought, Spencer was up on her. At least he wasn't the sadistic type-she was pretty sure of that. But it was obvious he was one hell of a horny young cop.
Eve saw him lunging for her. He was hotter than a boiler room in July, and she knew she was in for a lot more heavy duty before this night was over.
He leaped onto the bed and crawled between her legs, his cock in one hand and his eyes bugging out, his mouth open and almost drooling as he pressed his cock to her hot, wet pussylips.
"I can't wait ... I can't wait to fuck you, sweetheart!" he panted. "I'm really gonna give it to you, baby. I'm gonna fuck your goddam ass right off!"
He twisted and turned with his cock, getting the head wet, then sent it surging into her with one hard lunge of his hips. His prick was so long, it went right up her on that first thrust and bounced against her hot spot way inside.
At last! she thought. At last I'm going to get some real, honest-to-goodness fucking! This I can take. A good piece of ass you never turn down. A bully and a sadist like Ridgeway you hope you never see again.
Spencer was so hot, he started shoving that big pecker in and out of her like a locomotive. He churned his ass and lunged in and out of her cunt faster and faster.
He sent his prick racing to the very farthest reaches of her luscious, creamy pussy. Its hard bumpy shaft pressed against the walls of her cunt-canal and spread them wide, giving her that filled-up feeling she loved.
"Ooooo . . . baby . . . this is more like it," she moaned. "Give it to me good, sweetheart. You're making me hotter than hell!"
"Yeah, I know," he said, his mouth hanging open, beads of sweat standing out on his forehead. "I fuck good, don't I?"
"You sure do, lover," she said, almost purring in his ear. "You're like a fucking rabbit. You really turn me on!"
Spencer grabbed her asscheeks, stretched out his body on her and fucked her so fast and so hard, she thought her loins would burst. They were aching with desire by now, and he was about to fill her every need.
She fucked in rhythm to him, spreading her legs wide and wrapping one over his back, hooking it around his tight ass. He might look a little young but he was sure a good fuck! Eve told herself.
His cock was an awfully big hunk of meat in proportion to his body, and because he was not a big guy, he could really maneuver it. He swiveled his hips and twisted and turned as he fucked, and she swooned to the feel of his luscious hard cock ramming her from every angle.
It slid and slithered along her clit and sent shooting stabs of exquisite pleasure coursing through her loins. Her pleasure went shooting up her belly and up her tits, down her arms and legs- all at once, like a bolt of lightning . . . and she wasn't grounded.
She felt cuntjuice flowing from her and lathing up Spencer's cock, and he began sloshing around inside her. Every time he pushed that hard prick into her, he could feel it go "splot" in the soft warm juice. It excited him even more to know that he was getting to his luscious young pussy, and he drove his ass even harder.
He came up on his knees suddenly, and, still gripping her ass, pulled her legs up and lunged into her deeper and deeper.
Eve felt his prick exploring areas of her pussy that had never been touched before by any manor dildo. It drove her wild, and her whole body began to quiver with uncontrolled lust.
She felt her belly trembling with lustful desire, and that sweet ache of impending orgasm started to seep through her nervous system like a messenger of blissful promise. It wouldn't be long now, she knew.
"Turn it on, baby," she murmured as she fucked him harder. "Turn it on, and Mama will come home to you just the way you want."
Spencer gave her long pelvis-pounding strokes. His veiny prick went into her farther on every thrust, heating already-hot flesh to the boiling point. He was panting with passion at the threshold of orgasm, and Eve met everything he gave her with an equal amount of groping, reaching, straining desire-pushing her red, cum-matted pussy up to meet his agonized frenzied drives, taking those drives with hungry, greedy cuntlips.
She felt that gnawing, gripping hand deep inside her suddenly reach back and grab the place where all her desires were centered, and suddenly it brought all of them from their dwelling place and hurled them through her loins. That big ball of hot orgasm went shooting from her scorched, pink flesh and out into the light, bathing Spencer's cock in a blanket of wetness and heat like he had never known before.
"Jeeeesus!" she screamed.
Her ass rocked and heaved, and Spencer damn near fell out of the saddle as she came in a burst of energy like a grenade exploding in her pussy. She twisted and turned, and her tits jounced and flopped from side to side as she poured out her cuntjuice and that luscious ache in her belly turned to sweet, rapturous release.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was wide open in one long, drawn-out frenzy of ecstatic sexual envelopment. Her cunt was drenched with her juice, and Spencer fucked like there was no tomorrow.
And then he came, too. He stiffened and let out a scream that would have awakened the dead, had there been any stiffs in the room other than the one between his legs.
His cum shot into her as if it were shot from a high-pressure fire hose. It sprayed the interior walls of her cunt with hot, thick, dripping cream that Eve felt almost before it hit. She anticipated its wondrous velvety goodness and it made her glad she was a woman. No man could ever know the supreme pleasure of being filled with such bliss, she thought.
Spencer was going crazy. His cock sped in and out of her in long jerking movements and the jism kept spurting out in spasms of delightful, mind-shattering gobs.
He was whining and moaning and rocking his ass and running his hands all over Eve's thighs and legs and slapping his balls up against those twin cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, Christ, baby, you are beautiful," he kept saying, rocking and fucking and moaning softly, over and over. "That was the biggest load I ever shot in my life."
Eve was still alive with sexual excitement, her cunt quivering with every thrust of Spencer's long hard cock. She felt warm all over, and her cunt was satisfied, and all the damage done by Ridgeway seemed healed by the warm jism Spencer had shot into her. It was like a magic elixir-that hot cream from his big, young, energetic cock.
They had both been so caught up in their fucking and had gotten so horny and overheated, Eve had paid no attention to Ridgeway or where he was or what he was doing. As she began to come down from the heights to which Spencer had taken her, she looked over to where both men had dropped their uniforms.
Ridgeway was sitting in a chair, his cock in his hand. He had just finished whacking off his pecker, and the sticky rivers of cum were drooling down from its head, over his fingers, his leg.
What a poor slob, she thought. That's the way he gets his kicks. He has to tear my dry cunt apart with a dildo, then get his rocks off by beating his meat while Spencer has all the fun.
Correct that, she thought to herself, while Spencer and I have all the fun.
As the young patrolman slid out of her cunt and lay back to rest, she watched his big dick make its exit-inch by inch-and had to smile to herself.
It wasn't such a bad night, after all. Maybe policemen are our friends. At least one of them is-and a damned good fuck, too.