Chapter 3
It was hot the next day, a Wednesday afternoon of streaming sun. Sam Palmer had the top of his Ford convertible down, and the wind whistled over the windshield and blew Lonnie's gleaming brunette hair out behind her, unfettered by even so much as a fragile scarf. Because of the heat, Sam had suggested a picnic out in the forested hills beyond town, and Lonnie, wishing mostly just to escape, fervently agreed. Now, sitting beside the older policeman on their day-off date, she breathed her first tentative sigh of relief, her home, Brutus, and Butte City far in the distance and out of sight.
Tall lines of ash and elm rose from the fields on either side of the road, the grasses stretching in waves of bright yellow buttercups and white spumes of clover, and a Matisse sun glinted through the overhead branches. It was an unblemished summer day ... yet no matter how beautiful the pastoral scene was, or how pleasant and charming Sam had been so far, Lonnie was unable to shake completely the insistent torment of despair and oppression. As they drove higher in the ever-thickening forest country, the young policewoman glanced down at herself and knew she showed no outward signs of her perverted actions the previous night. But she sensed they were there nonetheless, branded on her heart and soul like the marks of an obscene torch. She sighed pensively, caught in a terrible maze of guilt and dread which festered inside of her, feeling there was nowhere to turn, no one to help her in dealing with the sordid lusts which had come out of nowhere to haunt unmercifully. Despite the fact that a man who professed love for her was only a few feet from her, she felt alone and helpless, unable to resolve what to do about these suddenly surfaced desires.
She hugged herself with her arms as if bitterly cold, trying desperately to shake the lewd memories from her head, just as she had been attempting unsuccessfully to do ever since Sam had picked her up down the hill from the parking lot....
She remembered clearly the half-dazed, nightmarish walk along the road from Hillside Park, almost leaning against Brutus and using the huge animal as a crutch to keep from falling. Sam had been along shortly afterwards, thank God!-and had been highly upset over her excuse of suddenly having fallen ill "with the flu". Naturally alarmed, he'd wanted to do more than just take her home, but she had remained adamant, never hinting what had actually taken place, and calming him by promising that their date was still on for today. Then, once home to her small cottage, Sam had put Brutus in the fenced-in yard behind the house, while she had bid him a curt good-night and dashed inside. Feeling corrupted and unclean, Lonnie had hurriedly undressed and, wishing to hide her betraying flesh from view, had immediately slipped into bed, where she drifted into a restless, Fitful sleep.
She awoke just before noon, feeling dull and leaden. The dark-eyed beauty sensed an emptiness, a vacuum that only grief could cause, and for a long time she lay in bed, her intelligent young brain reeling with remorse. Lying there, the shades of her window still left up from her haste last night, she could see Brutus pacing restlessly up and down along his "run". Almost as if the dog realized his mistress was in the throes of some hidden inner turmoil, the striking beast would flash his affectionate eyes often in the direction of her bedroom. Through the glass their glances met, and Brutus paused, tail beginning to wag so vigorously, it shook his entire body. The physical sight of him only renewed her oppressive sense of guilt, her infused thoughts constantly filled with their obscenely bizarre lovemaking in the parking lot.
Lonnie clenched her eyes tightly shut and bit hard on her lower lip in an effort to block out the salacious remembrances the sight of the German Shepherd welled in her mind. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she blinked them back, not allowing herself the further weakness of crying. There was a time to weep, and there was a time for facing up to what had to be done. Life went on, and somehow, she must rise up and move with it ... especially since the bedside clock warned her it was late and Sam would soon be knocking on the door for their date.
Lifting her naked body from the sheets, she unsteadily dressed and applied the small amount of makeup she used, ashamed by merely the feel alone of her disloyal skin and flesh. She knew that Brutus had to be watered and fed, and that she would have to force herself to go out in the back yard and take care of him. She steeled herself to the task, vowing that she would not show any hate or revulsion toward her pet and mentor-for in truth, it was not Brutus's fault, not at all. He had merely reacted the way any animal instinctively would; she was the one who should have known better, yet had willingly allowed her naked loins to accept his lavishing tongue. In the end, it was she who had led her dog to awaken her dormant body into a raging mass of hungered flesh until she had been devoured by an orgasm that had left her shaken and depleted. She had seduced herself ... as if another person, a stranger, evil and depraved, had gained control of her senses and forced her to do those perverted things with him. And she could find no excuse to justify her behavior, nor reason to ease her mental burden.
With a gnawing knot in the pit of her belly, she walked out on the back stoop and filled his dog-dishes. Brutus playfully tried to arouse her interest with jumpings and barking and general happy frolicking, but she studiously ignored him. She immediately went back inside the house, leaving her dog puzzled and whining, and rushed to the upper cabinet over the sink, where she kept her small amount of hard liquor. Desperate for release from her own conscience, Lonnie took down an unopened bottle of Scotch, and then from the refrigerator she removed a six-pack of ginger ale. She sat down at the dinette table and mixed herself a drink, pouring a healthy dollop of Scotch into the ginger ale in hopes it would help calm her shattered nerves. She took a small sip, feeling the bubbly alcohol warm her all the way down to her empty stomach, and then she took another, heftier swallow.
Sam arrived by the time the bottle was half consumed. Although Lonnie felt ashamed to greet him after drinking so much, she couldn't help feeling grateful for the faint lightheadedness that swirled through her bloodstream and lightened the torture paralyzing her stricken mind. It was then that the Sergeant suggested a picnic in the woods, and when Lonnie agreed, he started the preparations. There was a short visit to the neighborhood delicatessen, where beside the meats, bread and salads, they were able to buy a half-case of beer. Then back to her house, where she determinedly set to work putting the sandwiches together. All the while, Sam tried to cheer her up with teasing banter and jokes, not knowing the reason for her despondency and unable to draw out the lurid reason behind her morning drinking-something she rarely, if ever, had done before. It failed even to dent the dark and gloomy clouds which hung over her saddened heart and mind.
Finally, just before they left for the day, Sam went out and romped with Brutus, exercising both of them by throwing a ball for the dog to catch. Lonnie snuck another full glass of Scotch and ginger ale while he was outside, the alcohol her only succor for the obscene images which continued to charge convulsively through her head, and it didn't make her feel any better when Brutus made it obvious that he wanted to go along.
"Shall we take him, Lonnie?" Sam asked cheerfully.
"No," she said instantly, with an inward shudder. "No, not ... not today. I want to be ... just with you."
Sam brightened considerably at this remark, totally unaware of the rational behind it. "Fine by me!"
Going out to his car, Lonnie couldn't help glancing back at the part of Brutus's run which was alongside the house. She could see her handsome dog walking irritably around in circles with flattened ears, presenting a picture of frustration and sadness that made her heart wrench with guilt and agony. Though she could understand and sympathize with how he must feel after his lewd intimacy with her last night, there was nothing else to be done. His vulnerable animal pride was wilting at the coldness she was showing him, as if he were a lover which had been unable to please her. Lord, if only he knew how well his tongue had satisfied her cravings! she thought as she climbed in the Ford and Sam shut the door. But she knew she had to be firm in her temporary rejection of him, or else she'd never be able to take him out on duty with her again! As it was, she wasn't sure she could trust him around her when they were alone ... or herself either! Fear clutched at her spine; suppose she were with Sam and the dog suddenly tried something improper, knowing no better? God! It would be the utter ruination of everything! She shivered automatically at the monstrous image her horrible idea formed in her mind-and then her neck snapped back as Sam put the car into gear and drove away from her house ...
... And now, gliding along the upland forests and meadows, Lonnie glanced at the muscular policeman, realizing belatedly that she was still rather inebriated. Sam was an excellent driver, and she had no qualms about letting him fight the twisting miles of narrow road, and watching him, she had to suppress a sudden drunken giggle as they swept around a hair-pin turn and came dangerously close to the wooden guard-rail. A minute difference of reflexes and judgement and she'd have been over the edge of the cliff, over the edge and over her troubles. For an instant of deep despair, Lonnie contemplated how nice it would be if she and Sam went to their deaths together ... but no, no, it wouldn't be fair to him, in the prime of his life and optimistic about his future.
And Lord! It would be such a shame to kill so superb a man! He was so strong and masculine, the muscles of his arms and chest rippling with an almost leonine grace as he braked and steered and shifted gears. He was wearing a dark blue polo shirt and pale blue trousers which accentuated his dark blond hair, and she couldn't help feeling a small tingle of fascination and attraction move briefly through her veins. If only she could respond to him the way a normal, healthy woman should! But in the wake of her perverted submission to her dog, she mournfully was afraid that any hope of that was gone now. And it wasn't fair to lead him on the way she had on the off-chance that some miracle would suddenly come along and save her....
Sam smiled winningly over at the despondent woman riding beside him, wondering why she was so sad today and worried that she might be sick with whatever mysterious illness had laid her low last night. In the back of his mind was the nagging thought that perhaps she was acting reluctant to be with him because of his pressing overtures toward her, but no ... no, he reflected, she had distinctly said she wanted to be with him today, and alone. Not even with Brutus along! Did that mean perhaps her inherent puritanism was finally weakening?
Damn, he was ready to stop the car where it was and sink his cock up into her warm belly until she screamed the truth! It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold his desires in check, but hopefully she was succumbing to his blandishments at long last, and maybe this would be the afternoon he scored! She'd had so much to drink, she was almost in a stupor of alcohol, and spirits of any kind had a way of softening that cold reserve of hers. Just the sight of her and the way her dark eyes were half-lidded and cast in his direction made his penis throb with beginning erection! Still, he had learned from bitter experience that to suddenly force his lewd intentions upon the voluptuous young policewoman would only turn her off like a water faucet. Before the physical conquest of her resilient flesh had to come a stage of mental surrender, a lessening of the barriers she stoutly erected every time he tried seducing her. And when that spirit of softness was reached, ahhhh...!
Sam Palmer jerked back to reality from his lustful dreams of conquest as he reached the turn-off to the secluded knoll where he planned to picnic with her. The dusty, rutted lane was little more than a two-wheeled trail following the contours of the hill. Sunlight filtered through the dusky green leaves of the oaks that thickly -lined them on either side, and the air hung so still that it was almost visible, a lazy silence broken only by the Ford and the buzzing of birds and bees.
He parked under the shade of a lovely old tree, and buoyantly helped Lonnie out of the car. Together they lugged the heavy picnic basket and blankets from the rear seat and through the woods on a mossy path, the last of the blackberries in a gully on their right. Soon they came to a small, secluded glade, sheltered by thickets and lush foliage, a trickling stream off to one side. They worked their way through the shadows until they came to a brilliantly sun-lit patch of soft grass, and it was here that Lonnie said:
"I've never been here before, Sam! It's so peaceful and nice!"
"I found it by accident one time when I was out hiking," he related pridefully. "None more beautiful in the state, and I vote we pitch the picnic right where we stand."
"I second the motion, sir!" Lonnie said, and laughed lightly, feeling the first moments of pleasure all day, and a slight relief from the depression which had been weighing down her mind. She spread out the blankets and laid the tempting delicacies they'd brought, while Sam opened the pop-top beer cans. Then she sat down across from the grinning patrolman and stretched out. The air smelled of sunshine and sweet grass. Slowly, hesitantly, life no longer seemed quite so grim to her, and in this remote spot with its hot sun and peacefulness, she hoped she'd soon get hold of herself ... perhaps cure herself of the terrible guilt she felt and begin to live again.
They both dug into the food, helping themselves to paper-platefuls of roast chicken and potato salad, mixed greens and pickles and radishes, sandwiches of cold meats and mustard-all the things which made a picnic a success. The salty spiciness of the delicatessen's wares insured a tremendous thirst, and that meant lots of cold, refreshing beer was consumed. It seemed that every time she had a mouthful of food, Sam was opening a fresh beer for her, and at one point she frowned with concern, knowing it was unwise of her to drink so heavily after the Scotch she'd drunk earlier.
But the foamy alcohol was loosening her body, making her relax more of the tormenting tension she'd been experiencing. Some of her mental caution began to dissipate as well, and surprisingly, she found herself starting to enjoy this afternoon more and more.
"I'm certainly glad that we got together today," Sam said when the meal was over. "I haven't eaten that much in a month of Sundays!"
"Or drank so much!" Lonnie said, and rolled her eyes to exaggerate her condition. "Whoo! Cold beer on a hot day goes right to the ol' head every time!"
"Well, that calls for another one, only it seems like we've finished "the cans we brought from the car." Sam jumped up, flushed and a little unsteady, and Lonnie realized that he too was feeling the beer. "I'll be right back with the rest of the half-case we bought, honey," he added, and then with a soft, meaningful smile he said: "This has been fun, hasn't it?"
"Yes," she replied throatily. "Yes, Sam, it's been wonderful." And it was fun, she had to admit honestly to herself, far better than sitting alone and brooding. She watched Sam walked across the clearing toward the car, sipping the last can of beer and mentally shrugging off the last of her morose despondency. She was definitely having too much fun to remain a wet blanket, she chastised herself, and she busied herself cleaning up the plates while she waited for Sam to return with more beer.
Ten minutes later Sam came back, and as he stepped into the sun-dappled patch of mossy grass, he stood for a moment, staring down at Lonnie. "God, but you're pretty," he said in hushed awe as he set the almost-finished case down on the blanket. "You're the prettiest woman I've ever met, and that's the truth."
"Nonsense!" Lonnie giggled softly. "I'm an old divorced policewoman, Sam Palmer, and flattery will get you nowhere with me!"
"I wish to hell it would get somewhere with you," he chuckled, "but believe me, I mean every word I say! You're like a 'venus, Lonnie; a dark-haired 'venus, I swear!"
The brazen-eyed patrolman spoke with genuine admiration in his voice as he studied her magnificently proportioned body. She was sitting as he'd left her in a relaxed position, only now the remains of the picnic were all neatly stowed away in the hamper and the blanket was clean. Brilliant sunlight filtered through the trees above and gilded her firmly ripened figure like an admiring spotlight. Lonnie had, in her haste to dress that noon, had chosen casual clothes that were terribly revealing. The thinly sheer blouse barely hid her high-set, widely-spaced breasts whose dark-tipped nipples were clearly etched in the flimsy fabric of her thin brassiere. The taut material tapered down over her thin, girlish waist and flat, smooth stomach to where a pair of hot pink shorts clung lovingly to her smoothly sloping hips. And as she'd shed her brown leather sandals when she'd first arrived, her slim bare feet with their small toes peeked from where she had curled her ripely tanned legs beneath firmly rounded buttocks. Her provocative outfit was impromptu and unconscious in design ... but if she'd had any indication of what it would cause to surge through Sam Palmer's alcohol-dimmed mind, she would have purposely chosen a fur coat instead! She was the ultimate he had ever desired in a female, and clothed so near to nudity as she was, the curvaceous woman made his groin throb with renewed desire to possess her sensual charms.
"Darling...." Sam said softly, causing Lonnie to blush under the warmly hungering tremor in his voice. "Darling Lonnie...."
"Please, Sam," she murmured, averting her eyes in embarrassment. "Don't call me that."
"But I love you, Lonnie." He knew he sounded foolish, just as silly as when he'd vowed his adoration last night and all the times before. He bent down to take a beer out of the carton at his feet, and even as he told himself he was acting stupid again, he heard himself say through clenched teeth: "I dream of you night and day, and if I don't tell you, I swear it will make me explode!"
The lovely policewoman squirmed on the blanket with discomfort, and hoped the wonderful carefree mood of the day would not be spoiled. She compressed her lips tightly, moved emotionally by Sam's sincerity and her own attraction to him ... and afraid what any further avowal of affection might mean.
"We ... we better change the subject," she said tenderly. "Please, let's not be serious now."
Sam straightened, stiffening in jaw-clenched silence for a long while. She watched him as he slowly stripped off his polo shirt and cast it aside, and covetously she drew her eyes over his lean, muscular torso. His tanned, developed chest was naked and glistening, heavily beating with the barely contained force of his passions. With his shirt off and his exposed body rippling with hard muscle, he was one of the most handsome men she had ever met, and she found her gaze lingering in shameful attraction as he clenched his fists with frustrated emotion.
"Lonnie...." she heard him groan, and then suddenly he was no longer standing beside her, but was down on his knees and seizing her in his arms, turning her around in his embrace and kissing her full on the lips. He ground his mouth wetly down on hers, pressing her lips back hard against her teeth. Lonnie felt herself stiffen with surprise, and then the soft eagerness of his tongue bid for entry, and she struggled to free herself from him.
"No!" she gasped, sucking in her breath. "No, Sam!"
"Yes, you're right. You're right like you're always right, Lonnie," he said with a strange panting tone. He drew her close to him again and whispered wetly into her ear. "But it's no longer a matter of right or wrong, Lonnie. This time, now and here, it's a straightforward matter that I need you!"
"D-don't talk like that!" she moaned. "It's the beer that's gone to your head!" Even as she spoke, the trembling policewoman heard her own slurred voice and knew she was easily as drunk as he was, if not more! God, she had to find a way to control this situation before it got out of control!
"No ... It's you who intoxicates me, Lonnie. And by God, you're not going to stop me kissing you, not ever again!"
Before she could find the breath to argue further, he was kissing her again with a fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until his tongue could splurge deep into her mouth. She shuddered and wriggled with uncertainty and fear, her lips parting in a trembling protest which he assumed was a beckoning for him to cover her mouth still harder. She groaned in his iron embrace, and despite herself, she found that her breath was beginning to come in short, labored gasps. She twisted futilely against his strong, manly chest, having to admit the feel of his beating flesh did feel good against her own barely concealed breasts ... and her admission made her fight harder in an attempt to extinguish this tendril of temptation which was starting to grow against her will. Dear Lord, what was she allowing him to do to her? This was sheer lunacy, responding this way to Sam ... to a man! But ohhhhh, his kisses were like honeyed wine!
Her arms involuntarily rose to his neck as she pulled him closer against her sensuously responding body. Lonnie could feel his lips crushing and searching her mouth more urgently, his hands sliding over her softly trembling back. Dulled by the beer and strained emotionally to the breaking point, her mind could not reject the lewdly lascivious tinglings that were beginning to course through her unconsciously quivering loins. He felt so wonderful and comforting to her, every delicious sensation working to deaden the acutely painful memories of the previous night. Instinctively, she began to respond to his subtle caresses, pressing her secretly wanting body to him with every fiber of her being. But all the while, in spite of the intensity of her response, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach....
"Oh God, no, Sam," she whimpered. "We have to stop! Please, let me go!"
"Never again, honey," he whispered urgently in her ear. "You want me to hold you like this, I know you do...."
"I don't! I don't!" she moaned helplessly in his arms. But her words seemed to have no effect, either on the heavily aroused man or on the ominously pulsing bulge that was starting to push lewdly against her belly. For a terrified moment, the vainly struggling policewoman fought even more desperately for escape, but she was inexorably responding to the lewd passion of his kisses and the gentle pressure of his kneading hand around her waist-responding too fervently to stop herself.
God, there was simply no use denying it any longer! Sam was sensually arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet, for she was starting to become hot in the manner a healthy female ought to! Perhaps she could become normal and not let her past ruin her future any more! Maybe even that sordid episode in the parking lot last night was even behind her!
His hands began to teasingly explore her body, caressing the hardening swell of her erotically distended nipples. She felt her breasts throb painfully against the fabric of her brassiere, and tiny little butterfly sensations fluttered lightly through her belly.
"There ... you love me feeling your titties, don't you honey?" he whispered as his hand continued to stroke her breasts outside her blouse. "Don't you ...?"
Lonnie moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight him ... not him and herself too! He was too strong for her, and her own body was once again betraying her. The effects of all the alcohol she'd consumed this day was causing her to turn into a jangled bundle of raw nerves, and her mind was rapidly losing control over it. And still came the sharp reminder that she didn't want to stop him ... that this time maybe she would respond with all the fevered passions that had been bottled up inside of her for so long!
In the subconscious desire that this was the right time with the right man, Lonnie made no effort to stop Sam as he slipped his hand inside her blouse and parted the buttons with an outward pressure of his fingers. The heavily aroused older man then cupped her brassiere-encased breasts, sending tiny licking flames of passion over her flesh. Pinpricks of delicious sensation raced through the softly pulsing tips of the responding mounds, as he eased up the flimsy cloth cups and rolled the hardened naked nipples teasingly between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the heat of his breath rushing against her ear as he moved his head to bring his lips down to again lock wetly upon hers. She thrust her tongue hungrily back at him and he sucked it deeply into the wetness of his mouth. Oh God, he was making her burn up inside!
He eased his head away and hissed enticingly: "Let me take your clothes off, honey. I want to see you naked again...."
Abruptly, realization of what she was allowing struck her, and again the old fears and horrors returned. She thought about breaking away and running ... running as she should have run from Brutus last night ... but she doubted that now, as then, her legs would ever carry her!
"Come on, honey," he urged in his consuming desire for her. "I want to see you naked like that one time you were before!"
Weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, but he moved over her regardless, his arm embracing her as her hand went flat against his warm muscular chest, the soft thatch of silk-like hair there tickling her palm. His mouth was glued to hers once more, his tongue sliding between her lips and past the barrier of her small white teeth, and she discovered that she was sucking it and thrusting back heedlessly with her own tongue. Unconsciously she let his hand slowly slide her blouse off, and then his fingertips were raking her tiny erect nipples, maddeningly squeezing and rolling them as he had done to her before.
Lonnie's breath came in mewling gasps now, and the muscles of her body were as taut as bow-strings as she involuntarily reacted to the delicious teasings of Sam's fingers. She jerked as one of his hands left her throbbingly exposed breasts to trail a slow, tantalizing trail down her softly quivering belly to the zipper of her shorts. She felt the restraining hot-pants suddenly become free and she gasped breathless as she felt his hand working itself smoothly beneath the elastic waistband of her panties. His fingers played unerringly at the pubic curls rising from the crevice of her tightly clenching thighs, and then it moved downward into her moistly ready vaginal slit. His fingertip taunted the tiny bud of her clitoris and sent it quivering upward into responsive life. Lonnie groaned heavily at his lewd invasion of her pubic mound, feeling his touch snake up inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her, and she ground her needing pussy up against Sam's hand, spreading her legs with unwanted passion as his thrusting middle finger slithered moistly and deeply up into her hungrily accepting vagina.
Gently Sam pushed the aroused young policewoman down on her naked back, and she squirmed her buttocks around on the blanket, undulating her thighs with unquestionably rising passion. She tightened her arms around him in alcohol-dazed eagerness as his hotly searing mouth pressed hard against her open lips. His teasing fingers continued to press sensuously at her naked breasts, and then down over her belly to slide between her smooth inner thighs and the vibrant mound of her wetly spasming pussy.
"Ohhhh, Sam ... Sam, don't do this to me," she moaned, but her feeble pleas for mercy were unheeded by the passionately aroused sergeant...." Ohhhhh, Sammmmm ...!"
Lonnie gasped with shuddering excitement as she felt his strong hands slowly and steadily draw her wetly moistened shorts and thin nylon panties down over her trembling buttocks. She couldn't help herself from clenching her thighs harder together so he could easily slip the unwanted clothing down ... down over her softly quivering thighs and legs ... until they were tossed useless on the blanket beside her. She could feel with obscene delight the cool mountain air softly caress against her naked inner flesh and moistly pink vagina as her legs parted to him in uncontrolled invitation. "Oh, Sam!" she panted up into his lust-contorted face, her desire running away with her mind. "Oh, Sam, I ... I'm afraid!"
"Don't be, honey. It's going to be just great, you and me together, you know it will be!" He groaned with the boiling urgency now rose in him to possess her with his painfully rigid penis-to invade the warmly pink-rimmed vagina which was slowly and inexorably devouring his fingers up inside its gripping smooth walls. Her nakedly exposed flesh was quivering with the same delicious passions that he was experiencing as he ground himself tightly to her throbbing body. His burgeoning hardness burned with aching intensity in the prison of his trousers while he slid along the satiny skin of her slowly undulating thighs. Jesus, he couldn't remember when a woman had excited him more! He had to have her! He had to fuck her on this blanket or his balls would bust right open!
Maddening ripples of wanton excitement continued to flow over the rapidly weakening Lonnie. She could feel the fleshy dark-curled lips of her slickly wet vagina being assaulted with his ever-burrowing fingers, and a groan wrenched out from deep in her throat as his lewdly probing fingertips taunted and teased every inch of her hungering cuntal slit. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she trailed soft hot kisses and whimpered entreatingly into his ear while uncontrollably she rotated her helplessly driven thighs. She splayed her trembling legs wide apart until both shoeless feet were braced on the dry grass. In dazed, subconscious anguish she knew that Sam was eagerly searching her defenseless pussy with almost animalistic lust and that in turn reminded her of how Brutus had abused her tender cunt with his tongue in similar bestiality not too many hours before now. The shameful memory infiltrated her mind like some loathsome ghost returning to haunt her, and she ground her firmly clenching buttocks down into the blanket in a vain attempt to escape Sam's insistently pumping hand, a soul-searing moan bubbling from between her tightly pressed lips.
Yet Sam Palmer's fingers never stopped teasing the sensitive flesh as he made contact with the erect bud of her pinkly quivering clitoris. "Goddamn, but I'm going to make some great music with you!" he promised in a choked cry of desire and greed. "I'm going to play a tune on you, Lonnie! I'm going to play the sweetest tune you ever heard on that luscious little music box of yours!"
"Ohhhhh Sam, darling!" Lonnie groaned helplessly up into his descending mouth. There was no escape for her now, and her affection for the older policeman only incited her on further. She wanted him! Oh God, at last she wanted a man, this man! Ohhhh, how she wanted him! She was fighting a battle within herself that she had desperately desired to lose for years! "Ohhhh, yes, Sam! Play it! Play it good!"
"And then...?" he teased down at her.
"Then play it again, Sam!"
But suddenly she heard a short, quick hissing sound, and she knew it was the unmistakable sound of his pants being unzipped! Lonnie could feel his hand pull away from her naked breasts as he struggled to lower his trousers. She tried to scream in renewed fear, but her protesting voice froze in the constricting passage of her throat. Spread-eagled on the blanket, she could only stare up with tear-stained eyes at the crouching blond man tearing the last of his clothes off. And then he was naked, and to her pain-flecked vision, Sam's pulsating cock was a hovering menace to her, his huge, sperm-swollen testicles swaying like mailed fists at its heavy base.
It was at that instant that the remembrance of her ex-husband loomed back up in Lonnie's mind, sweeping even the figment of Brutus's shamefully slaving tongue from her tortured thoughts. Sam was no longer leering naked over her, it was Bill Winston again-and the face she imagined above her was contorted with Bill's contemptuous sneer of lewd hatred. She could feel the thick rubbery head of his cock pressing mercilessly down against the cringing lips of her vagina, and she knew that the massively thick penis was aching with sexual demands, demands she was still mortally afraid to accept!
She froze for an initial second, and then her mind snapped with the spontaneous bursting of memory's force. "No! Oh God in heaven, never!" she cried out frantically. She came to hysterical life, squirming and struggling with insane strength as she raked her fingernails into the flesh of Sam's naked chest.
Sam grabbed her arms, pressing them down tightly to the blanket on either side of her wildly flailing head. "Lonnie ... honey ... I want you! I have to have you!" he gasped desperately.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she babbled in near frenzy. "I won't let you! I can't let you!"
She fought him savagely as he rolled over on top of her and guided his angrily throbbing penis toward her cowering pussy. She tried to close her legs and lock her thighs together as protection against his relentlessly pressing hardness, but his strength was too great for her to overcome.
"Lonnie ... Lonnie, honey, I've got to fuck you!" he breathed harshly, his chest a great stone weight upon her quaking breasts. "I've got to fuck you ... now!"
"No! No!" she chanted in a high-pitched squeal, but the insanely driven policeman was not to be denied. He continued to insinuate the huge pulsating head of his long hard cock up between the softness of her straining thighs, determined then at last he was going to have his way with her, whether she liked it or not! He ground his thick erection hotly down through the resilent curls of her dark pubic hair, fighting madly to reach the warm wet mouth of her moist and ready cunt which was denying him by tightly squeezing her thighs together.
To Lonnie Winston's deliriously terrorized mind, Sam was now just like all other men who demanded nothing more than to shove their lewdly brutal penises deep into her defenseless belly. She tightened her leg muscles until the sinews stood out in aching tautness, writhing and fighting against him in a wild effort to prevent his unwanted invasion.
"Great balls of fire, I can't wait another second!" he cursed in his frantic need to fuck his girlfriend. "You can't stop me now, you damned prick-teaser! Ohhhh, shit!"
"No! No! I don't want a man in me!"
Above the roar of blood in his ears, Sam could hear her frightened cries of protest, but his frustration and need were unbounded, refusing to give heed to anything but complete victory over her voluptuously squirming body. The beer in him hadn't dampened his emotions in the least, but had helped inflame him to this screaming rage of blind conquest! He wasn't himself any longer! He was a wild man, a jungle beast hungry for his beautiful mate who'd denied him too long! Christ! She'd been pleading for it only a moment before! It was just like that time on her couch ... only this time, by Jesus, there was going to be a different ending to the story!
A hopeless confusion engulfed the terrified woman's recoiling consciousness as she felt Sam brutally wedge more of his body down deeper between her legs. She tried to clamp her thighs together again, praying that in some way she could close off access to her trembling cunt, but he savagely pried open her unwilling hips with his powerful hands, and forced her legs wide apart at the knees.
"Now, honey ... now!"
"Ohhhhhhh, please no, Sammmm!" She screamed when his pulsing cock dug into the soft tender flesh around the throbbing opening of her womb. Sam had gone so completely crazy! She squirmed under his maniacally strong grip in a last futile effort to make him understand, but it was apparent that he was not interested in anything she might do or say to stop him! God, she was positive that his monstrously hard penis would split her right down the middle! She could see its long glistening shaft dipping closer ... closer as he levered over her ... its tip angrily purple, and veins pulsing with lust along its length. It was a male battering ram, and she could imagine the seething cauldron of sperm that was churning inside his testicles, anxious as a volcano to explode in never-ending torrents of lewd white seed. Visions of his brutal member spurting out his lava-like cum deep up inside her shivering belly made her quiver in terrified apprehension. The relentless pressure against the tight entrance of her cunt became greater and greater as Sam pushed down against her loins, and she heard him grunt in frustration as he tried to drive his thick mammoth penis into her fear-clenched pussy.
"No! You're hurting me, Sam! You're hurting me!"
"Not for long, honey!"
"You're ripping me apart!"
"What the hell! You're not a virgin! You're just a little rusty from lack of use, that's all!" His painfully aching cock was ramrod stiff, and just the knowledge of finally having it pressed into her hot unattainable cunt made it grow even larger. Pushing his knees out to force her legs wider, Sam knew that his moment had come! With an angry grunt, he shoved forward, his lust-thickened penis suddenly wrapping itself between the tight walls of her warmly clasping vagina.
"Arrrggg!" Lonnie felt a great flashing pain shoot up through her writhing thighs as if she had been stabbed in her belly with a white-hot poker. Her vainly resisting pussy was being stretched wide with the giant blunt head of Sam's invading penis, and it hurt like hell! She tried valiantly to worm her way upward on the blanket and get out from under the painful thrustings of his hard, thick erection, but to no avail. Sam flicked his muscular hips forward again, burrowing still more of his rapacious cock further into the depths of her hurt-filled vagina.
"Ohhhh! Aggg! Sam, you're killing me!"
"The hell I am, honey! Fuck back! Fuck back!" Sam thought his wildly pulsating cock was going to explode any second! Jesus! He had to get himself all the way up inside her cunt before he shot out his load of steaming cum! Forcefully he shoved harder, driving his erection to the maximum depth of her widely stretched pussy. His tunneling thickness ploughed up her warm cuntal passage like a locomotive steaming at full speed! And then he felt himself buried to the hilt, his cock-head ramming against her cervix, and his testicles slapping resoundingly against her cervix, and his testicles slapping resoundingly against the soft inner cheeks of her uptilted buttocks.
"Aaaaahhhgg! Please! No more! I can't take any more!" Lonnie cried out her agony to deaf ears as she felt the ruthless sergeant begin to fuck her unmercifully without even pausing to allow her to get used to his giant girth. Sam pulled back his hips until only the thick swollen tip of his gleaming hardness remained inside her clasping lips ... and then he plunged forward unerringly into the glove-tight passage of her velvety smooth cunt ... and he rammed like this over and over, in and out, until Lonnie was sure she'd be crippled for life. Her head swam with alcohol, resentment festering like a boil even without the pain and suffering she felt. Sam was totally indifferent to her feelings! He was not better than Bill had been! There didn't seem to be any of the gentleness or understanding she'd believed he had, but only the same vicious lusting selfishness for his own gratification that her ex-husband had always shown her! She was shamed to the core, the horrible pain embittering her.
II I live through this horrible event, she promised herself, I'll never see this brute again! And that thought dominated all others to such a degree, that Lonnie didn't consciously notice the slowly igniting flame in the pit of her loins. If things had been done in a loving and mild-mannered fashion, she might have become aware that his now rhythmically pistoning cock was actually beginning to feel pleasurable to her ... but then, if he had continued to be temperate with her, her inherent fears would probably have stopped her from ever allowing love to be made to her....
The warm slickness of her vaginal walls seemed to part before Sam's driving cock and wrap moistly around him as he continued to shove his hips forward in powerful downward thrusts. He was screwing her as hard and fast as he could manage, to make up for the months of frustration he had spent in longing to do this to her. Each deep, swift stroke of his hardened shaft was like a blow that helped released his pent-up emotions. The terrible strains her coyness and evasiveness had imposed upon his normally well-balanced nature were waning now as he battered her defenselessly upraised cunt within an inch of its life.
The helpless young policewoman was squealing and groaning loudly with each vicious plunge he took in her. He drove his lust-hungry penis in between her widespread thighs with such brutal force, that Lonnie felt it like a shock wave rippling through her hopelessly impaled belly. She noticed that some of the awful pain was receding now as she became slowly accustomed to his penis's monstrous size, but still there remained the shame and torment and deep anguish at his selfishness. She was still being humiliated, if no longer physically damaged by his cruel skewerings, and she knew that she would never forgive him for what he was doing to her. She couldn't, not after this day of infamy! What did it matter that it was starting to feel good to her? Sam was having her body without any regard for her mind or soul! None! She felt she was being fucked, and that was the word for it-fucked! Like a barn-yard slut he'd picked up for the hour!
"Uuuuggghhh! Pleeasseee!" she mewled, but there was now something new creeping through her tattered nerves. There was something almost masochistic in the gradually building flow of pleasure that was seeping through her sensually responding flesh! Her total exposure and helplessness to his savage assault was taking on a different kind of sensation for her! She squirmed tormentedly beneath him on the blanket, the agony starting to take second place to new vibrant sensations filling her warmly pulsing loins. He was debasing her, using her completely! Oh God, abusing her like a two-bit whore! And ... and there was suddenly something very appealing and enticing from being fucked like a whore!
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she moaned with the newly discovered treat echoing in her passion-gripping pussy. Now she was truly beginning to respond to Sam's fucking. Her whole lush body was coming to life, her fleshy buttocks grinding in wanton abandonment under his smoothly stroking penis, her undulating hips rising of their own volition to meet his deepest plunges. She gripped him tightly to her, pulling her legs up high and opening her cuntal slit wider to his pummeling thrusts as if she were no longer able to get enough of him inside of her belly. She felt driven half insane by the humiliating and sinful hungers he was forcing her to experience from his wonderfully sawing penis filling her pussy! God, it was so wicked ... but she never wanted him to stop!
"Ohhhh yesss, Sam! Yesssss!"
"Cum, honey! Cum with me! I ... I can't hold back any longer!"
Sam's testicles felt as if they'd burst like hand grenades, her final surrender to the passions of sex the ultimate trigger to set his climax off. Slamming his hips forward to completely bury the wildly jerking head deeper up inside her wetly burning womb, he arched his back and threw his head up as the first pleasurable surges of his orgasm shot into her hotly quivering vagina! "Ohhhhhhh, honey! You feel so damned fine!"
The nakedly writhing policewoman felt the initial spurt of Sam's cum far up inside the secret recesses of her belly, and she thrilled to the sensation of his enormously swelling cock as it throbbed out again and again. It suddenly unleashed an emotion she had considered she was incapable of with any man ... her own spiraling climax!
"I ... I'm cumming too, Sam! Oh! Oh! I am! I am!"
She could feel his rapidly spitting penis filling her womb to overflowing, mingling together with her own orgasmic secretions and then rivuleting out around the lips of her eagerly milking vagina, wetting their pubic hair and trickling slowly down the widespread crevice of her twisting buttocks. At that instant they were as one, coupled in a steaming mass of passion which neither one of them had ever dreamed existed before!
"Ohhhhh God, honey! Ohhhh God!" she heard Sam grunt, and she groaned in concert as her loins shattered with the sensual delights she had tried to deny herself since she was an innocent child. She was lost in the frantic heat of total sexual enchantment, and the once unwilling Lonnie was suspended in her newly discovered nirvana, ecstatic as her orgasm throbbed and throbbed....
And then slowly died away. With the calming of her climax, came the realization of who she was and where she was ... and what had just happened to her. Rape was one thing, and her pain and suffering at having to submit to it was something she could have endured, but she couldn't understand how she'd allowed herself to have responded the way she had. She'd partaken of Sam's savagery like a whore ... and like a whore he had treated her! He had hurt and defiled her, and that above all else was inexcusable! Her momentary excitement had made her forget her earlier anger at his crude and brutal seduction, and his lewd indifference to her modesty and wishes. She had lost her mind temporarily-perhaps it had snapped under his barbaric treatment-but with full righteous indignation, Lonnie blamed Sam Palmer for everything that had disgracefully taken place on this blanket.
Sam had collapsed over her supple form on the ground, unaware of her repugnance toward him. Lonnie could feel his penis slowly deflating inside her ravaged vagina, and felt her loins throbbing and bruised as they had never been before, not even when she'd been married to Bill. She wanted Sam to get up so she could close her legs, but she lay quietly, afraid to say or do anything that might excite him again and cause his thick huge cock to harden once more deep inside her. The thought of having to go through the pain and humiliation again would be too much to take! She could not be able to stand it, and she lay still in hopes he would let her go without subjecting her to any further indignities.
After a long, tormenting moment, Sam finally stirred above her. Lonnie gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his limp penis slowly withdraw from her sensitive cunt with a soft wet sucking noise. A cool rush of air flowed across her cum-soiled pubic mound as he rose to his feet. Breathing from her heaving chest and closing her aching legs, she felt the pain subside a little in the overly-stretched muscles of her thighs.
Sam gazed silently down at the subjugated policewoman, his sexual frenzy now subdued. He felt awkward and guilty for having let his unbridled lust overcome the patience he knew he should have shown to the reticent brunette, but he was unable to know what he should say to her in apology. At last he mustered the courage to mutter. "I ... I'm sorry, Lonnie."
He waited, but Lonnie didn't respond.
"There's something about you that sets me wild," he continued, shaking his head sadly. "I don't know what got into me this time, though. I know better."
Lonnie remained silent. She slowly began to move, tensing her limbs together to see if she could still control them. The ache was dull and consistant, and she winced as she pulled herself up into a sitting position.
"Lonnie ... perhaps if we hadn't waited so long. I mean, if we'd made love before, it wouldn't have built up so badly inside of me."
Still she couldn't find words for Sam, and unable to even look at the naked man standing embarrassed beside her, she put her arms around her legs and her head on her knees and began to softly cry.
Then, because Sam wanted to recoup his lost vanity, he blurted out in defense: "Well, damnit, you've got to understand a man's feelings about these things! I'm not a robot that can be with a woman like you and not feel anything! It's as much your fault as it is mine, you and your God Almighty virtue!"
Sam saw her wince at his cruel remarks, and knew he had hit a sore point. He was almost relieved to see some reaction from her, even though it was of rejection rather than love. It was better than stony silence! "And ... and you're some woman, Lonnie," he murmured in a softer tone, as if to appease the hurt. "One hell of a lot of woman."
Lonnie asked herself mournfully: Am I? No ... not in the sense Sam means it. If I were a real woman, I would adore having his penis up inside me any time, night or day. Instead I feel shamed and sick at heart. For an agonizing moment she debated whether she could unburden her troubled soul to Sam. But she knew if she did blurt out the truth, it would all come out, including Brutus licking her vagina in the parking lot last night while she watched two teenagers rutting in the grass ... and the truth would twist whatever compassion he held for her into contempt and rejection.
Instead she managed to say in a low, thick voice: "I ... I think you'd better take me back to town, Sam."
"Look, honey...."
"No!" she cut in sharply. "No, I can't stand this place another second!" She groped her way to her feet, slipping on her shorts without the panties, and smoothing them down over her still nervously trembling buttocks. "I want to pack up and go!" she insisted, snatching on her brassiere and blouse, "and if you don't want to take me, I'll walk!"
"Sure, Lonnie, sure. Anything you say."
"Take me home!"