Chapter 1
Painfully conscious of the accusing glances from her fellow Lordsville citizens, Sarah Holloway sat alone in her four year old car in the parking lot behind the town hall. The police department occupied most of the ground floor and inside, at the desk, Sergeant Dan Whitney was finishing the second shift and getting ready to go home. Home, that is, to Sarah's apartment, to a long-running affair that most everyone in town knew about. And Lordsville being the way it was, everyone had an opinion, most of them bad.
Sarah was a widow, left alone with a sixteen year old daughter to raise when her husband, drunk on cheap wine, ran head-on into a transfer truck at a speed the investigating officer guessed to be in excess of a hundred miles an hour. That was over a year ago, long enough in most circles to meet the dictates of public decorum, but not in Lordsville. And especially not when the man involved was a married man and a policeman as well.
Actually, Dan and his wife had separated and were moving inexorably toward divorce, but to the gossip-mongers of this small, isolated town, the relationship between him and. Sarah was grist enough for an avalanche of whispered innuendo.
Sarah straightened her skirt and glanced one last time into the rear-view mirror before Dan came out. It was nearly dark and chilly with a spring dampness that made the air seem cooler somehow. She heard the back door of the town hall close and she turned in time to see Dan Whitney as he crossed the parking lot. like every time she looked at him, she felt that strange mixture of desire and loathing she had come to accept as her lot in life. It was that way with her late husband, as well, for when he wasn't dragging her under the sheets, he was slapping her around just for laughs before he went out with the boys, sometimes for days on end.
Sarah knew that there were women who loved their men with all their bodies and souls. She knew that men all over the world, including here in Lordsville, came home every night and did their best to see that their wives were happy and fulfilled. But she had long ago decided that that special kind of satisfaction was not to be hers, despite a well-preserved beauty that every man in town had noticed at least once. No, Dan Whitney was no prize, and she knew it only too well ... but he was all she had for now and she had suffered through too many empty nights alone on a double bed to be totally without a man again.
"Hi, honey ... you been waiting long?" the balding, fortyish police sergeant asked as he opened the driver's side and slid inside.
Sarah smiled sweetly. "No, not long ... how was your day?" This was their nightly attempt at "communicating", the same lifeless questions and the same dull answers night after night. And though both of them knew it was a lost cause, they went right on pretending because it gave their relationship an air of respectability. Without it, Sarah would be just a beautiful young widow on the make, and she wasn't ready for that kind of painful title. Not yet.
"Pretty quiet around town. There was a wreck out on Highway Eleven, though. A couple of kids kin da' messed themselves up, nothing too serious though. How about you?"
The pretty blonde shook her head slowly from side to side. "Nothing much. Cindy's teacher called again."
"Same problems?" They were driving down the town's main street now, headed for the two bedroom apartment she shared with her teenage daughter and a pair of half-breed cats.
"Yeah, she skipped her first class this morning. I know she'll have some excuse, but it's that boyfriend of hers again, I just know it. Honestly, I don't know what to do."
Whitney cleared his throat. "I know what I'd do if she was my daughter. I'd burn her ass up so she'd think twice the next time."
Sarah held her tongue, for this was an argument that they had been through countless times in the last four months. Dan was a strict disciplinarian, perhaps t because of his police background, but Sarah knew that the time for spanking was long past with her sixteen year old daughter. Whatever mistakes she and her husband had made were a thing of the past and indelibly etched into her pretty daughter's behavior.
"I have a meat loaf in the oven, Dan," she said, anxious to change the subject. "Cindy's got a date with Tim and she won't be there for supper. It'll be just the two of us."
He nodded absently. "Great, honey ... Did you pick up my dry cleaning? And that bottle of bourbon?"
Sarah managed a thin smile. '"Yes ... I did what you told me. But tonight, Dan, could you just wait to open the bottle until after supper? I tried to make it something special and...."
The uniform-clad policeman turned glaringly to the sensuous blonde who sat opposite him on the front seat.. "Hey, this is Dan Whitney, remember? I'm not your late old man."
"Well, the way you've been putting the bourbon away lately, you couldn't prove it by me." She was sorry before the last words left her mouth.
"Oh yeah? And I suppose that makes me a drunk, huh? Just like...."
"Stop it, Dan! I don't want to fight with you! And I don't want to dredge up a lot of stinking past. . . it's gone and buried. I'm sorry if I made you mad, but you've gotta admit ... a bottle of bourbon every couple of days is pretty heavy boozing."
He did not reply, perhaps because he knew she was right. The pressures of being a cop, especially a sergeant, in a small town full of problems was getting him down. It wasn't enough that he was a law officer-he had to be referee, marriage counselor and father confessor as well. And he knew he was taking it all home with him lately ... but there didn't seem to be any other way.
They had reached the duplex apartment where Sarah and her daughter lived, only Cindy's battered old VW was not in the driveway.
"Cindy must have already gone. We'll have dinner alone, Dan. Just the two of us, okay?" Sarah's tone was gentle and conciliatory and Dan wasted no time forgetting their argument.
He reached across and squeezed her knee and then inched his hand up the inside of her thigh to the soft inner flesh near the top. She wasn't wearing stockings and he could feel the sizzling heat of her crotch just a scant couple of inches from his fingers.
"Just the two of us, huh?" he teased, his fingers moved an inch up her thighs and she let her legs open as far as they would beneath her skirt.
"Y-Yes ... just you and me," she breathed as his fingers toyed rousingly with the crotch band of her panties. Her cheeks were reddened with shame as she let him grope around between her slender, desire-ridden thighs, for this was not the way she had been "brought up" and the teachings of adolescence died hard, even after a husband like hers. Still ... she could not easily deny either the hungry pangs of desire that gnawed at her belly now that she was able, at least, to sometimes enjoy the company of a man.
"You're awful worked up tonight, baby," Whitney said accusingly.
Sarah lowered her eyes away from his. "I can't help it, Dan ... I ... I just need you so bad sometimes." Her voice trembled and her words sounded like an apology though she had not meant it that way.
Dan Whitney grinned and reached for his paper-wrapped bottle of whiskey with one hand, and up between his girlfriend's legs with the other. Sarah closed her eyes to hide her own embarrassment, but her thighs moved nakedly apart as his fingers groped beneath the moist, sticky crotch band of her panties, hot with her ravenous passions. He leaned closer to her and wiggled a single finger into the clinging heat of her vagina. Sarah groaned as his middle finger, stiffened like a cock, poked between the hair-rimmed lips of her pussy and into the sizzling wet warmth of her sex.
"Aaawww, Dan! Let's go inside ... now, honey! Dinner can wait!" she breathed excitedly, throwing her arms around him and kissing him stirringly on the lips, her tongue searching wantonly for his.
"Sure, doll. . . whatever you say," he smiled. "C'mon!"
He got out his side and she followed him anxiously up to the .door; the curtain next door was parted a couple of inches and
Sarah knew that old Mrs. Bentley had been watching ... Oh, who cares.' That's just one more dirty story to spread around this rotten little town anyway. They all think I'm a tramp, so who cares. . .maybe next time, I'll take my clothes off and do it right here on the front lawn! Then they'll have something to gossip about!
Sarah unlocked the door and switched on the light in the living room. The floor was littered with some patterns for a dress she had been making for Cindy, but otherwise the apartment was neatly cleaned and orderly. The furnishings were mail-order modern, but adequate, the only legacy from her late husband other than a handful of unpaid bills.
She started for the bedroom. "Dan ... are you, uh, coming?" He had gone instead into the kitchen, and she heard the cracking noise of ice trays being emptied.
"Yeah ... be right there. I just want to have a little drink first. You know, to loosen up a little."
Sarah started to say something, but thought better of it and went on into the bedroom, undressing as she crossed the narrow carpeted floor to her queen-sized bed. She had her blouse off and was watching in the mirror for Dan's bulky shape to appear in the doorway ... but she knew already she could have to wait until his one drink became two and then three.
Unhooking her brassiere, she sat down on the edge of the bed and took it off. She ran her fingers lightly over the firm globe-shaped mounds of her breasts; they sagged almost imperceptibly, but otherwise were as gorgeously symmetrical as on her wedding day almost seventeen years ago when she was a wide-eyed eighteen and eager for a new life with the first man who would take her away from the poverty and squalor of her Appalachian hometown.
Sarah lifted herself from the bed and wriggled out of her skirt, folding it neatly and placing it on the chair by her bed. She stood up, still watching for Dan in the mirror and hoping he wouldn't see her this way anxious and eager for the only love and affection that was tossed her way. She could see herself in the mirror but she tried not to look, for the woman she would see there was always mocking and accusing. Sarah knew she should feel dirty and ashamed for the way she sometimes acted, but she could only feel the pain of her emptiness inside. That special kind of emptiness that only a man could fill.
She was just wearing her panties when he came to the door finally, her long smooth legs disappearing beneath the white sheerness of her underwear, with only a faint outlined bulge to indicate the fleecy curls of her pubic vee and the moist-lipped slit of her vagina beneath those downy curls.
Dan stopped in the doorway, bumping the jamb lightly with his elbow, and Sarah knew that the drink he held in his hand was not his first. 'There you are ... thought I wasn't coming, didn't you?" His voice was distinct, as it always was even when he was drinking, but the hardened edge of a police sergeant's manner was gone. Softened and hacked away by the liquor that he seemed to need now every night.
Sarah stood, smiling, and waited for him to reach out for her. Still holding his drink, he touched the full' curve of her naked breast with his fingers, closing them over the crinkly half-dollar-sized nipple until she gasped from the painful kneading. He lowered his hand and then leaned into her breast, nearly knocking her down as his lips opened and then tightened over that same nipple. His tongue swirled over the nipple's hardened tip and he nibbled teasingly with his teeth until Sarah's breath was uneven and gasping.
She eased into a sitting position with Dan's lips never leaving her bare breast, but when she was again on the edge of the bed, he stood up and started to undress, leaving his uniform carelessly around his feet on the floor. He dropped his trousers and undershorts together, and Sarah felt her pulse quicken as she saw the familiar thick meatiness of Dan's uncircumcised cock. The heavy foreskin was not pulled back yet and his balls hung heavily between his legs as if bloated to overflowing with the thick cream of his manhood ... the gushing heat she needed so badly between her quivering thighs!
"D-Dan...,oh, Dan, hurry! God, hurry!"
He took his fleshy, half-erect penis in his hand and stroked it into full, thick stiffness, rolling back the rubbery foreskin until the purplish, desire-bloated tip popped from beneath the constricting flesh. Sarah swallowed hard, gulping back the moan of anxious need that shivered in her throat; she started to ease back onto the bed and stretch out, but Dan had other plans.
"How about some, uh, head first, baby?" he said almost sheepishly. He knew that oral sex was not Sarah's favorite, due to her conservative upbringing, but she was in no position to argue ... anything, if she could only get him to quench this burning heat in her fervent loins.
"Okay ... whatever you say, Dan," she smiled thinly as he climbed onto the bed and rolled over on his back, his cock up-thrust nakedly from the brushy thicket of his pelvis like a small tree-trunk.
Sarah maneuvered onto her knees, crouching over him as he lay with his eyes closed and a grin already spreading sloppily over his lips. She lowered her head to his crotch and he squirmed as the warmth of her breath spilled over the sensitive tip of his cock. Her lips opened wide and she took the head and a couple of inches into her mouth, still not touching it with her tongue.
"Mmmmmm, that's my girl," he breathed, his words slurring more now that he had his eyes closed in the near-darkness of her bedroom.
Sarah closed her lips around the fleshy hardness of his erection and her tongue rubbed flatly against the underside like a piece of wet sandpaper. Her teeth were partly shielded by her ovaled lips, but the sharp edges in places rubbed incitingly along the blue-veined stiffness of his manhood.
He reached down and fumbled around for her hand and found it, and guided her fingers cautiously into the gap between his widespread legs. She took his bloated testicles lightly into her palm and stroked them with an urging, milking motion that sent shuddering chills of pleasure racing up through his paunchy belly.
"Just a little harder, honey ... and use your tongue more," he stage-whispered like a dialogue coach. His hands moved to the sides of her face and he squeezed in over her small ears, working her face up and down on the skewering thickness of his meaty erection like a wet fist. He held her that way for a long time, and she was scarcely able to breathe as her lips ovaled tautly around his thick, blood-engorged member. She licked it tentatively with her tongue, then swirled the moist saliva of her mouth around his pulsing erection.
"Hey, that's better ... yeah, a lot better!" he hissed through his teeth as his beer-belly bounced up and down in time with the wetly swirling movements of her lips and tongue.
Peering down over his hairy abdomen, he could see the sensuous young widow's mouth as it wrapped hotly around the turgid stiffness of his prick. His beefy erection was wet and glistening with the blonde's warm saliva and the bluish veins stood out like ridges along the tumescent shaft as it pumped in and out of her lips. He could feel the roughness of her tongue as it laved the thick rubbery hardness of his penis, urging it toward the inescapable finality of his orgasm. Her fingers tenderly caressed the leathery, bloated orbs of his sperm-laden balls like expensive tropical fruit, squeezing them ever-so-gently in a milking grip of indescribable pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, honey . . .just a little more ... mmmmmmm...."
His hair-covered pelvis started to pump up and down, thrusting the thickness of his cock even deeper into his blonde girlfriend's mouth, bumping gaggingly against the tender back of her throat. She nearly choked a couple of times, but she managed to breathe through her flared nostrils, snorting in the pungent scent of the policeman's crotch as her lips and tongue licked and sucked arousingly at the heavy thickness of his manhood.
Sarah would have preferred Dan's thick, long cock between the lips of her vagina instead of in her mouth, but she could not deny that this lascivious fellatio did nothing to diminish the flames of desire that licked at her loins as surely as she licked at his. It was something she and her late husband never did, not even once, but she knew in her most secret thoughts that she found it exciting in a forbidden, wicked sort of way.
Delicately grasping her lover's swollen balls with one hand, she grasped the base of his pipe-hard prick with the other, holding it firmly as she bobbed up and down on the skewering thickness of his erection, her lips stretched painfully wide around the heavy thickset flesh of Dan's cock. She tasted first one oozing droplet of viscous semen ... and then the jerking spasm of his lust wriggled and shuddered inside her mouth and his cock began to spurt thickly the seething, creamy liquid of his ejaculation. It filled her mouth until a rivulet of white wetness dribbled from the taut oval of her lips and then she swallowed, not once, but two, three times until all of his cum was sloshing its way down the bruised passage of her throat and into her belly.
She lifted her head from his loins, wiping the traces of semen from her lips with an edge of the sheet, and as if on practiced cue, the telephone rang in the hallway outside.
"Did you tell the station where you'd be?" She knew the answer to that already; in a town the size of Lordsville, a cop was always on call.
"Yeah ... I'd better get it. They were sort of expecting some trouble out at the drive-in outside of town. You know, the Purple something-or-other."
Sarah leaped up and hurried to the phone. It was probably for Dan, but she wanted at least to harbor the respectability of answering the phone in her own apartment.
"Hello." There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line and Sarah repeated herself. "Hello ... who is this?"
"This is Phyllis Whitney. Is my, uh ... Is Dan there, please?"
Sarah felt herself blush in spite of the empty distance that separated her from this other woman in Dan's life, the wife he had lived with for nearly twenty years. She tried to think of something to say, but the usual courtesies seemed somehow inadequate ... Yes. Phyllis, he's naked on my bed and I just finished sucking his dick!
But instead, she managed, "Yes ... just a moment." She covered the mouthpiece with her hand. "Dan ... it's your wife!"
There was an audible groan from the bedroom and the naked policeman shuffled out into the hall, his cock dangling flaccidly between his thighs and still wet with semen and saliva.
"Hello, Phyllis ... What is it?" Sarah watched his face for a signal and saw his suffering thin-lipped smile become a grimace of pain.
"Oh, shit, I completely forgot! No, Phyllis, it was not intentional. No, damn it, that's the God's truth. All right, all right. . . I'll be right there!" He slammed the receiver into the cradle hard enough to fuse the two pieces together.
"Tonight's the night she wanted me to meet with her attorney. Some ass-hole she found in the city. I'll have to leave right now ... He's at my place, uh, at her place waiting."
Sarah stood in the doorway, still wearing just her panties, her breasts full and swollen with desire and the cleft between her bare thighs damp and irritated with anxiety. Her face fell visibly and her eyes misted with tears in spite of her efforts not to cry.
"I understand, Dan ... Will you be back?"
He was already gathering up his crumpled clothing, fussing about nervously. "Huh? Oh ... I don't know. It'll probably be late and your kid'll be home and all."
Sarah bit her lower lip and swallowed. "We could just have dinner, Dan. We don't have to ... well, you know."
"Yeah, well, I'll try," he shrugged. "But if I'm not back by bedtime, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Tomorrow's your second shift night, isn't it?" Sarah said calmly. She had folded her arms over her naked breasts; she was uncomfortable standing in the hallway unclothed like this, though she knew she could hear Cindy and Tim long before they walked in and discovered her like this.
Dan flinched. "Shit, yes ... well, day after tomorrow, okay, baby? It's a promise. And if you can get rid of the kid, we can take up where we left off."
Sarah's faltering smile collapsed. "She's my daughter, Dan, and this is her home, too."
He crossed the room and put his arm around her shoulders, but she moved and let it slide off. "I'm sorry ... I didn't mean it that way. I don't suppose you want to drive me to Phyllis's?"
Sarah shook her head. "Just take my car. I won't need it until tomorrow and Cindy can drive me over to the station to get it."
"Great, Sarah ... that'll save me a lot of time." He was dressed now and he kissed her lightly on the lips and hurried out the front way. She stayed behind the door jamb, out of sight from outside.
When he was gone, Sarah felt more alone than she had in months. Without even Cindy around, the apartment was as quiet and empty as death itself, and the pretty blonde shivered morbidly and decided to draw herself a bath. She got as far toward those intentions as undressing and lying down on her bed in the dark to unwind, to try to separate herself from the hollow pains that ached in the knotted pit of her bare belly. She lay there wide-eyed, staring blankly at the ceiling until, finally, she drifted off to a fitful sleep.