Chapter 2
Forty-five minutes later, the brunette policewoman came to the moonswept parking lot of Hillside Park. It was deserted and quiet, and over on the northwest side she could see the twinkling lights of Butte City below, for the Park was on the upper fringe of the Embassy district and was the unofficial dividing line between the city and Jackson County. She drew in thankful breaths of warm, summer's-night air, enjoying this moment of solitude after her foot patrol and before Sam picked her up again in the cruiser. She slowly meandered in the general direction of the woods, noting with pleasure how the moon filtered through the trees and threw shadows of elm and oak across the flat macadam, arraying them like black, bushy-helmeted soldiers.
Then she paused ... for a noise had come from the direction of some dark shrubbery on her right! Brutus stiffened automatically beside her, but she put out a cautionary hand to warn the dog not to bark or growl. She didn't know who or what was in those bushes, and she thought that discretion would be the better part of valor at this point, so she stood still, listening, hoping to find out more before she and Brutus openly announced their presence. There was a long silence ... then another noise, this time of cracking, thrashing brush. And a whimpering sound, as if an animal were in great pain! Lonnie began to tremble slightly, for this was the first time she'd run into any sort of trouble on her beat, and now, actually faced with these mysterious noises, she was feeling a little afraid. She wished that Sam would hurry up and arrive-and then she felt ashamed of herself for harboring such thoughts, instead of being the courageous and dauntless woman she had considered herself to be. The sounds continued, rising in intensity ... and plucking up her courage, Lonnie stealthily drew nearer, her hand brushing the butt of her revolver....
She took several more steps to pass around the sign-post at the head of the path to the tennis courts, coming closer until she was able to discern that the sounds were voices, human voices low and murmuring ... Brutus padded silently beside her leg, ready to spring instantly at her command ... Then she distinctly heard a boy say: "That's it, baby, spread them legs of yours wide!"
The answer was a girlish gasp of delight, and an exclamation of: "Ohhhhhh, Roscoe, oh you love me so good!"
The policewoman blanched in the darkness, too surprised to move as she unconsciously focused her attention toward the obscene supplications. A breeze stirred the trees; a shaft of crystal moonlight speared through and painted the two teenagers on the ground less than four feet from her, and she was able to distinguish their half-naked bodies writhing in a lewd embrace of lovemaking. The suddenly explicit view knocked the breath from her lungs, so surprising and unexpected this was to her!
Oh Lord! her mind gasped, and she was forced to bite down on her lower lip to keep from screaming out the words. A young boy, obviously the scion to one of the wealthy Embassy district families, was straddling the chest of a young girl about fifteen years old. Lonnie was able to see that the adolescent's dress had been pulled all the way up her slender, nubile body and was bunched cruelly around her neck, the tight, apple-sized peaks of her developing breasts flattened beneath Roscoe's buttocks as she rolled back and forth on the rough grass beneath him.
The leering boy was naked from the waist down, wearing only a thin white T-shirt which came barely to his navel, and the sight of the two of them together caused Lonnie to step backwards as if punched in the stomach, her own buttocks quivering in involuntarily empathetic concert. She tried to clear her head and think straight, knowing she must intervene ... that she should rush in and tear those children apart and end their wanton disregard of the Penal Code, section 647! It was a lewd and immoral display in a public domain; it was sexual intercourse without benefit of marriage; it was legally statutory rape, no matter how much that little girl wanted it, for she was obviously under the age of consent!
But despite her feelings of horror and indignation, the lurid scene before the young police woman's eyes burned through her ragged nerves like a fever. She shuddered from the unwanted stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She found herself rooted to the macadam, her eyes riveted and her chest constricted with an unconscious fear she would be discovered.
Yet still she continued watching in lewd fascination as Roscoe moved forward along the naked girl's glistening body, until he was only inches away from her wetly parted lips. It was then that the older policewoman could see all of his slim virile penis. It was hardened with arousal, perhaps five inches long and with a bulbous head of a richly gleaming crimson where the tiny moist slit creased it. The hood of its white, youthful foreskin hid the rubbery crown, giving it the air of an erotic delicacy. Lonnie was pruriently gripped by the sight of his hairless loins and the tight round sac of his testicles which brushed like velvet against the little girl's trembling chin. As she stood there, her eyes greedily filled with every delicious detail, Lonnie found herself unaccountably drawn to it.
Instead of the absolute revulsion of a moment before, she now experienced a strange, light-fingered quivering deep between her own mature thighs. Silently she licked her parched lips and curled her fingers in Brutus' furry neck, shamed by the perverse sense of envy for the young girl who was so eagerly willing to receive the wonderfully potent hardness deep up inside her little belly.
The teenage boy reached one hand back behind him, and with a quick flick of his wrist, buried his outstretched middle finger right up between the moaning girl's wide-splayed thighs. Lonnie jerked as he skewered the girl's tender vaginal lips, groaning inwardly as she watched him rotate his finger around the wet sensitive walls inside her pussy. She could see the girl trying to squirm away from the teasing torment her nubile body was undergoing, but Roscoe's knees held her torso pinned tightly to the ground until all the girl could do was pant in surrender to his lascivious plundering.
"Fuck me, Roscoe ... oh please, fuck me!"
"In awhile, baby," the boy leered callously down at the mewling young girl. "I wanna get you good and hot first...."
Fuck her! The obscenity excited the policewoman through her daze and humiliation, and she gritted her teeth together to keep from groaning aloud as she watched Rosco continue to pump his finger in and out of the girl's slender young pussy. He's going to fuck her, and I'm going to watch it...!
Lonnie Winston had never seen two people make love before, not even in pictures, and certainly never two teenagers not even out of high school! But unless she did something to stop them, and did it fast, she would! God, she had to stop them ... but the girl's obvious desire for Roscoe's adolescent penis made Lonnie tingle with strange, prurient jealousy. She had never desired a man that way, that much ... Ohhh, how she prayed she could...!
"Ahhhhhhh," the girl sighed, raising a rash of goose bumps across the watching policewoman's flesh. Lonnie felt her breasts respond to the lewdly erotic scene, her full sensitive mounds swelling and making her nipples press throbbingly against the sheer netting of her brassiere. She waited for Roscoe to move around and plunge his virile hardness into the fleshy elastic opening of the youngster's vaginal crevice ... but he did not! Instead he moved closer to the girl's lust-contorted face and reached down with his free hand to rub the underside of his hardened cock in a slow teasing circle around her moistly parted lips.
It swiftly occurred to Lonnie that the boy had not finished his taunting! He wouldn't be satisfied until he had changed the ripely budding schoolgirl into a raw, squealing mass of helpless female desire! The youth inched closer, forcing the blunt head of his penis between her involuntarily open lips, and now the policewoman knew what he was planning to have done to him ... and her breath stuck in her throat! Roscoe wanted the girl to suck his cock! Lord, she had never allowed her own ex-husband to do that, even when he'd brutally tried to force her! It was a perversion unspeakably obscene, far worse than even the two teenagers fucking! No! He mustn't do that to the innocent child beneath him...!
But then Lonnie saw the girl's tender face come up in glaze-eyed eagerness, and the rounded tip of her boyfriend's throbbing cock slipped between her lips and into the warm confines of her straining mouth. Roscoe tangled his hands in her hair as he bent forward, and she began a rhythmic sucking motion around his hardened shaft. Lonnie could see the tiny ridges of soft cuntal flesh pulling from her tightly ovaling lips as the boy drew back, and then disappearing again back into her mouth as he pushed his youthful penis once more into her sucking cavity. The older policewoman watched transfixed as he commenced fucking in and out, never quite drawing his gleaming cock all the way out, but leaving its young crown just inside the warm moistness of her tiny mouth. The girl reached down between his straddling thighs to cradle the softness of his youthful testicles in her palms, and she stroked them gently as she sucked voraciously on his now ramming penis.
Lonnie hardly dared to breathe at all now, the rasping which escaped from her own lungs having become so loud to her ears that she was afraid it would give her presence away. Her mouth was hot and arid, and the prurient sensations up between her legs caused her to clamp her thighs tightly together, making her acutely conscious of her own tingly wetness. Never had she experienced such a contagious kind of thrill before! The repulsive sight not only held her spellbound, but made her flesh throb with a lewd desire of its own!
Unconsciously, she reached down and began to tentatively stroke the front of her skirt where her vaginal secretions were wetting the thin crotch band of her brief bikini panties. She sensuously brushed her fingers along her pulsing pubic mound, quivering from the delightful ache her lewd caresses aroused in her loins. She slowly lifted her skirt so that her hand could gently, experimentally, rub against her passion-drenched pussy, with only the sheer nylon fabric between her fingers and the hot, swollen flesh of her fevered cuntal lips. God ... oh my God, it felt so wickedly good...! But it was so wicked, so evil, so wrong to do...!
Tears of humiliation and fright incapable of stopping her obscene masturbation. She was inexcusably wet as she taunted her smooth vaginal flesh, and weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp submission as she realized her body was lusting for more ... more ... and her hands were reacting as if separated from her mind's control. She couldn't help her fingers from sliding her panties down over her full, ripe hips and buttocks to bunch around her thighs, exposing beneath her skirt all of her hair-fringed pink lips of her swollen cunt.
"Ohhh, ohhhh," she softly sighed to herself as once again her hand darted to caress the sensitive vaginal crevice and tease the hardening little bud of her clitoris. She tried to splay her legs wider apart to give her sliding fingers greater access to her eagerly welcoming pussy, but her panties bound around her thighs. Tormentedly, she lowered her panties all the way, letting them slip down her legs and-then stepping out of them so that they pooled on the macadam beside her feet like a white flag of surrender. She spread her legs wide apart until the toe of her left shoe was grazing against the thick comforting fur of her guard dog, Brutus. Knowing Brutus was watching with beady animal interest only made her shame and degradation worse, and for a moment, the policewoman considered pulling her panties back on and fleeing from the parking lot in total rout.
But as her fingers slowly, defiantly slid upwards along her naked thighs to her love-starved cunt, she found that she was more beside herself than ever with an uncontrollably smoldering lust which the obscenities she was witnessing was kindling inside her love-starved cunt. She could feel her searching hand worm its way between her inner thighs of its own volition, and the sudden searing contact of her extended middle finger dipping between the moistly throbbing lips of her unsatiated pussy. Her intensely needing passions were not to be denied ... and she whimpered as she felt her fingertips brush along the sensitive opening, parting the soft, dark pubic hairs to pump into her wetly heated vaginal mouth with a lewd wet, sluicing sound. Her entire cuntal orifice was pulsing with the unwanted passions permeating her being, and she sucked in her breath to hold back the agonizing groan of pleasure she felt churning in her belly as she once again began to finger-fuck herself with wanton disregard for modesty or decency. Yes ... yes, it felt so gooood....
Lonnie was unaware of anything but the two youths fucking on the grass and her own obscene masturbation. She didn't notice when Brutus gradually drew his head closer so he could watch what she was doing to herself beneath the whipping folds of her pleated skirt. He sidled closer to his loving master ... closer until he was on his haunches almost directly behind her, and the ivory moons of her jiggling white buttocks were almost visible to him. A sweet-smelling essence of her feminine secretions filled his keen nostrils, and he leaned forward still more eagerly until her naked thighs were almost touching his black, moist nose. Reflexively, he jerked upwards with his snout, sniffing delightedly as he dipped up under the hem of her skirt.
"Oh!" Lonnie gasped from the unexpected contact.
Though it gave her a jolting, if wild start, the suddenly astounded young policewoman didn't move! She was still standing with her legs wide apart and her fingers curled inside the swollen lips of her pussy, but she was abruptly frozen motionless at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Brutus' nose high on the soft inner side of her left thigh! Why she didn't jerk away in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-respect, she could only blame on the prurient incitement which her masturbation and the lurid scene before her had started within her loins. Instead, she continued to stand there, her breath sucked in and her eyes wide with surprise, knowing her German shepherd's huge head was up under her short skirt from behind, animalishly sniffing ... and then, the hot pressured lap of his unmistakable tongue came against the moistened flesh of her lower buttocks, only inches away from her tingling vaginal lips!
Swallowing thickly, her fingers still pressed tightly to her steaming cuntal mound, Lonnie slowly turned her head. She gazed down at her animal-paramour who had momentarily removed his snout from her skirt and was staring up at her with almost twinkling brown eyes and erect ears, open mouthed and with wagging tail. He whimpered while Lonnie blinked with incredulity, the lustful sensations his hotly probing nose and tongue had fired in her already seething belly were nothing short of rank obscenity! And then, a mind-shattering realization dawned...!
God! He'd been able to sense her own erotic heat! He was reacting toward her as he would to a bitch-dog in heat!
What else? It had to be that, and the singing length of tongue had felt like a firebrand caressing along the inner crevice of her buttocks! Even as she watched the dog, Brutus slipped underneath the hem of her skirt and did it again to her, drawing the length of his feverish tongue undeniably between her spread thighs, along the back part of her flushed cuntal slit! It was impossible ... but it was happening!
"No!" she hissed in a command to Brutus, trying to squirm silently from his nose and tongue. She didn't want anything to be noticed, not now with the two children but a few feet away. "Back, Brutus! Back, I say!"
But the German shepherd disobeyed for the first time since his training. It was as though he considered her denial as only part of the game, as the normal coy coquettery of any female animal before she squats her hind legs in eager surrender to his mounting. He ground his cold nose still harder against his master, pressing his lapping tongue as far as he could into the soft, quivering crevice between her buttocks.
"Ohhh, oh Lord, Brutus," Lonnie whimpered, haunted by the fear of what might follow. "You must go back, Brutus! Obey me, please!"
But her orders seemed to have no effect on the heavily breathing dog. Worse, she found that despite her shame and dread, she was beginning to respond to the delicious sensations of his fluting tongue, and she tormentedly tried to resist the urgent caresses by defensively clenching her buttocks together.
"No, Brutus! Go back!"
Suddenly the boy in the bushes stopped, looking up as the girl continued to suck his cock. "You hear anything, baby?"
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnooooo!" the girl replied, her words muffled by the lean young penis stuffed between her lips. "But I don't care! Fuck me, Roscoe! Ohhhh, fuck me now!"
The two teenagers were silent and still a moment longer, and Lonnie was positive that she and Brutus had been spotted. But then she saw Roscoe lever up and remove his blood-hardened cock from the girl's mouth, and then slide down until he was poised in a push-up position over her undulating body. Once again, the policewoman locked her eyes upon the youth's slender, virile shaft as this time it slid toward the girl's wetly waiting cunt. Lonnie's mouth dropped open as she watched the girl's long legs come up and wrap around Roscoe's naked buttocks and flex tightly as she pushed her hair-lined little pussy up off the grass. The whole of his slender hardness slipped into the wetly glistening folds of her tight vagina, and a wet viscous sound drifted out as the adolescent lovers came together. Lonnie could see his cock riding up the narrow passage of the girl's pussy, the two of them starting a lewd fucking tempo as old as the age of man itself.
Lonnie squirmed emphatically to the youthful passion she was witnessing, and another exciting tinge of lust seared menacingly up between her own moistly naked thighs. Obscenely the great beast's tongue laved her smooth naked flesh, wetly taunting down over her quivering buttocks and in between her tightly squeezed thighs to nibble tantalizingly at the few wisps of stray pubic hair curling around her aching cuntal slit. She fought the growing sensations with all her might, knowing it was wickedly perverted to be reacting to Brutus this way, out here in a public parking lot while gazing lasciviously at two fucking teenagers. And yet, she was in a situation where she hardly dared fight back, for if she resisted too strongly Brutus might bark or otherwise call attention to them and they would be noticed by Rosco and his squealing girlfriend. The last thing on earth Lonnie ever wanted to happen was for her-a policewoman!-to be discovered spying on them while her guard dog licked her to an aroused point of no return.
God, God, but she had to fight! She must! But the slow, erotic tonguing of her loins, and the tickling fur of Brutus' snout as he wedged his way deeper between her thighs ... it was too much to withstand! All his master could seem to do was whimper helplessly as devilish tingles of delightful sensation rippled like sheet lightning from her belly to her brain. And almost as swiftly as they had begun, her traitorously accepting body began to cease its struggles, her flesh betraying her desires with ever-increasing rapidity.
"Oh ... Oh, damn you Brutus, damn you but you're nice ...!" It was too late now to stop herself, the breathlessly infused Lonnie insanely realized. She shivered outright, all the passions she had managed to keep from overcoming her in the past five years suddenly spiraling with hot intensity over her voluptuous feminine curves. "God, what am I allowing...?"
The eager animal beneath her skirt whimpered as she stood there spread-legged, her fingers pulling seductively to widen the hair-fringed lips of her pulsing cunt. Before she fully knew what she was doing, Lonnie was leaning forward slightly, spreading her legs wider apart and presenting all of her seeping wet cunt for the dog to lick!
"Come on, then, if that's what you want! Do it, Brutus! Lick it, lick my cunt!" she lewdly breathed back at the German shepherd, her words instigating full realization in her mind now, and inspiring almost frantic jolts of raging excitement to charge through her flesh! "Lick my twat while I watch...!"
Lonnie feasted her lust-filmed eyes in lurid fascination at the gleaming expanse of young male cock which throbbed salaciously in the moonlight, and at the way the girl beneath Roscoe jerked her slender loins up to wallow more of it up inside her greedy little cunt. Lonnie could see the muscles standing out on her thighs, and her boyfriend's hands cupping the naked white buttocks with a savage strength, squeezing the soft resilient moons mercilessly together, forcing the walls of her vagina closer around his pumping hardness. Passion flowed unchecked through the gape-mouthed policewoman's chest from the erotic fuck show but a few feet away from her, and a throbbing of agony built her moist vagina and hardened breasts. She realized that more and more she wished that she were the one lying naked on the grass, her legs spread wide in eager supplication to the thick, desire-bloated penis pistoning mercilessly in and out of her belly. She lusted after it like a gutter whore lusting after any man who wanted her ... and the unimaginable sensations of delight stabbed within her with every delicious lick her great dog gave between her thighs! Ohhhh ... this was beyond obscenity, she trembled, pulling even further forward to better expose her fire-filled cunt to Brutus. The handsome beast's long and thick tongue wetly snaked out, curling at its tip as it searingly dipped between her legs and up over the tingling lips of her pouting cunt. He lavished his wet affections on the inflamed mouth of her vagina, separating the soft, hair-fringed folds and drawing with a scorching heat upward between them, ending and twisting as high as her quivering clitoris. Then he would descend with maddening slowness, repeating his fiery lingual loving all along her cuntal slit and back over the crevice of her quivering buttocks. He raised gasps of lurid intoxication from the young brunette cop as she stood there with shapely naked legs spread wide, her exposed loins thrust back obscenely against his nose and mouth, the hot, pink flesh between her legs a flowing wetness of wild stimulation. Oh Lord, that this would never end...!
Then Lonnie heard through ringing ears as the girl mewled piteously, her tiny cunt flowering wider in welcome relief to Roscoe's plundering manhood. "Ohhhh, I ... I'm going to cum!"
"Me too, baby!" came the raucous response. "I'm going to shoot into you like a river! Fuck back! Fuck back harder!"
Lonnie undulated her thighs faster and harder against the searing firebrand of her dog's superb tongue teasing her naked cunt, wave after wave of consuming pleasure flooding over her. She continued to stare with bulging desire-laden eyes at the lewdly rutting couple, her fevered brain chanting: I want to cum too ... J want to cum too ... She heard an unearthly gurgle emit from the young girl's mouth and saw her slow her buttocks in their wild scramble for completion, beginning instead small, spasmodic jerkings up against the hard male penis imbedded deep in her cunt. At the same time, Roscoe groaned and thrust as hard as he could inside his girlfriend's quivering white belly, and Lonnie saw his virile testicles throb with his release of fresh young semen. The older woman was able to see creamy fluid cascade onto flesh as the boy's scrotum jerked against her naked anus, filling the girl's vagina, the overflow spewing out around her hotly pulsing pussy lips and matting her inner thighs.
And this time, Lonnie's own climax was triggered, and her cunt was charged with orgasmic secretions to the point of rivuleting down her own excited crevice and driving Brutus into insane paroxysms of furious tonguing and swallowing. She strained wildly in her release until she thought her entire vaginal area would be licked and nipped raw, squeezing her cuntal muscles around the talented dog tongue as she shivered over and over. Then, drained and exhausted, it was all Lonnie could do to keep from falling over on rubbery legs. She staggered forward a step to retain her balance, her short skirt slipping down over her naked buttocks as the German shepherd halted his maddening caresses. Brutus whined reflexively as if in frustration, but in his intelligent eyes, there seemed to be mirrored the knowledge that the pleasurable time was now over for his master. Cocking his head slightly to one side, he slowly settled back on his haunches with obvious reluctance, wiping the last of her cuntal secretions from his wetly matted nose and mouth....
Roscoe and his young lover were cradling each other in their naked arms, still not aware that they were being viewed. He panted for his breath, and the girl whimpered and writhed in his eager embrace. "You ... you want more, baby?" he asked the hungry teenage girl.
"Ohhhh, Roscoe! You felt so goooddddd in me!"
"Gimme five minutes and I'll be ready to go again!"
"Yes! Yes! I want to be fucked again already!"
The lewd conversation jarred Lonnie back to sanity, her own orgasm having temporarily salved her hidden desires. She slowly smoothed her hands over her skirt, unable to stomach the idea of putting on her panties again over her unclean flesh, and stared for a final time at the couple on the grass cuddling each other. Then, her hand over her mouth to choke down a sob, Lonnie backed away from the scene, feeling suddenly lost and soiled and not knowing what to do.
The kids were at it again, and would be for hours, she thought ... and what about herself? She was sick! She must be sick to have responded in such a ghastly perverse way as first masturbation and then allowing Brutus to lick her to orgasm down ... down there! Lord, she wasn't sure she could face Sam Palmer again, not with a clear conscience, not after she'd gone through this wicked experience! But she would have to, there was no escape, and she prayed for the moral stamina to act properly before him and the rest of the world, so that nobody ever would discover the sickening facts of her degeneracy.
She couldn't stay here in this parking lot, that was for sure! Sam would be along any minute now, and he mustn't find them or her like this! She fumbled for Brutus' choke chain, leading the handsome and well-trained dog in a half-hearted daze as she stumbled toward the parking lot's exit on the other side of Hillside Park. She'd meet Sam there, Lonnie told herself; yes, she would start walking down the hill in the direction he normally came and let him pick her up, far away from this evil spot. It was the only thing she could do ... for now. She felt on the verge of tears. Oh God, why did she have to succumb to such perversions? Nothing had ever happened like this before ... and nothing would ever be the same again!
"Come on, Brutus," she moaned dejectedly. "Let's go find Sam and tell him we're sick. Too sick to continue working tonight. I don't want anything more desperately than to go home and sleep!"
Brutus, tail wagging, happily trotted beside his master, and it was almost as if there was a lewd little grin on his face....