Chapter 2
Across the street from the Montrose home, parked in the shadows of a spreading elm, a gray van with fading paint and draped windows had sat motionless for more than an hour. Inside, staring through the sun-dappled windshield, three pairs of eyes studied the small bungalow.
The young man behind the wheel dragged deeply from a cigarette and flipped the butt through the open window, rubbing his smooth jaw with lean fingers. The blonde teenager beside him shifted the gum in her mouth and dug into the worn bag in her lap, having to lean slightly forward to peer past the huge tits that swelled the low-cut dress, spilling their creamy mounds over the cloth in a jiggling bid for freedom.
"You want another stick, Professor?" she queried in a nasal whine. The movement of the bag slid her dress higher about lush thighs. She ignored it.
Jacob Garland was his name, he liked to boast, and fucking was his game. It wasn't exactly true, for he had found time to acquire an extensive education in his twenty-three years, superior, according to the tests to which he had submitted, to that he might have gained had he remained in the respectable university his parents had chosen.
But even his parents' considerable influence was inadequate when he was caught with three unbelievably young girls in his room. The unbelievable part was reported by the dean of men when he described in graphic detail precisely what the girls were doing. The outcome was Jacob's immediate expulsion and an equally immediate notoriety that provided him with more young pussy than he could possibly satisfy.
The eager youngsters had polished his ego with the title of Professor, and he had retained it for the three years he had spent exploring the gray areas of the law and the jet black portion of morality.
Jake (he hated the name Jacob, explaining that "I feel like I'm expected to start climbing a fucking ladder") Garland was a handsome man, foregoing the beard and unbarbered locks while adopting the nonexistent ethics of his moral peers.
Jet black hair, carefully parted, strong jaw and Roman nose complemented a wide sensual mouth with full lips and perfect teeth. He was, as Queenie, the blonde who rummaged for another joint of grass, asserted, one handsome bastard.
Against the other door, his lean face bored, but his eyes sharp and constantly moving, Jabber Long twisted a lock of his long yellow hair in slender fingers, his lips pursing and relaxing in harmony with some hidden thought.
Queenie found the hand-rolled cylinder and held it up with a delighted giggle. Jake turned from his observation of the Montrose house and arched one brow. His voice was deceptively soft.
"Queenie, sometimes you are a fucking drag! If I want a stick, I'll tell you. Jesus! The only time you show any damned intelligence is when you're on your back."
Jabber reached over and slid his hand up and down the inside of her right thigh, his fingers kneading the firm flesh. The blonde made a little mewling sound and scooted farther down in the seat, angling her thighs and lifting the bag to give him plenty of room.
"Hey, Professor!" the youth exclaimed. "When we gonna get back to the pad? I've got a hard-on that's just achin' to crawl in Queenie's twat."
"You've got a hard that'd crawl in anybody's twat," Jake grunted, watching the fingers lift the hem of the dress and wiggle into the thick blonde curls of the girl's plump-lipped cunt. "If you're really desperate, she can blow you right here."
Queenie pushed her lower lip out with a petulant frown. "You know I don't like to suck nobody but you, Professor," she whined. Then she grunted as Jabber's finger slipped inside her pussy and began moving about, stirring the moisture he found just within the puffy lips. "Oh, shit! That's good!"
Jake gave a humorless chuckle and reached down to switch the motor to life, easing the lever into position and setting the van in motion. His eyes glittered with a strange excitement as he swung the vehicle in behind a passing car.
"You two have just given me one hell of an idea," he murmured.
"Huh?" Jabber said, leaning forward so he could insert two fingers into the blonde's mushy vagina. "What did we do?"
"It's what you're going to do," Jake answered. "It's what we're all going to do. Oh, sweet Jesus! Why didn't I think of this before? It's perfect!"
Queenie stopped hunching long enough to look quickly from one to the other. "What's he talkin' about?" Without waiting for an answer, she went back to her pelvic grinding, staring down in fascination at Jabber's wet fingers.
"Yeah," Jabber echoed, his hand working now without any real interest, strumming the girl's cunt in the same way he might have drummed his fingertips on a tabletop. "What the fuck are you talkin' about? I thought we was gonna rough up that dick that lives back there."
"Ah," Jake sighed. "But this is so much more interesting. Any small-minded individual can figure out a way to do that. Hell! Montrose has been on the force for six years. He's had his lumps before. We could beat him to a pulp and it wouldn't change anything. We've got to hit him where it really hurts."
"In the balls?" Jabber said with a grin.
Jake laughed with genuine appreciation. "Not the way you mean, Jabber," he said, still chuckling as he swung the van into a side street and began to slow its progress. "But very definitely in the balls. I'll tell you all about it inside. I want Fats to hear this too."
"You'll probably have to pull his head out of Myrtle's snatch to get him to listen," Jabber observed. He grinned at the thought. "Wonder if that's what makes him so fuckin' fat. All that pussy!"
Jake brought the wheel about with a deft twist, braking before an ugly building whose windows were boarded and which seemed, like the rest of the structures on either side of the narrow street, almost ready to collapse under its own weight.
"For the record," Jake said mildly, "pussy is non-fattening. So, for that matter, is cock. It does contain a high concentration of protein." He nodded at the huge roll-type door of the building. "Are you going to open that?" he demanded. "Or shall I simply drive through it?"
Jabber jerked his fingers from Queenie's slit with a speed which left her hunching the empty air. "Sorry, Professor!" he exclaimed, scrambling out of the van to race past the door to a smaller one, disappearing inside the building.
A moment later, the door creaked slowly upward and Jake eased the van into the huge interior, waiting until Jabber rolled the door down again before climbing out. He watched Queenie slide from the seat, flaunting her golden pubic thatch as her dress hiked up with the movement. She saw his stare and gave him an inviting smile.
"You ain't gonna make me go down on Jabber, are you, honey?"
Jake raised his eyes and she shivered when she saw the coldness in their glittering depths. "You'll do whatever I tell you to do, bitch," he said in a tight tone. "If I line up fifty baboons and tell you to suck their goddamned cocks, that's exactly what you'll do."
"Sure, Professor! Sure!" She clutched the bag against her huge breasts as if trying to hide behind it. "I'd do it! Sure!"
The coldness disappeared from his eyes and his generous mouth twisted in a grin. "I know you would, kid." His tone was gentle. But Queenie waited for still another shifting of his inexplicable mood, her big tits heaving under the tight dress.
"Go tell Fats to get his ass into the office," he instructed. "You and Myrtle catch a quick shower and wait for me in my bedroom."
Her face brightened. "Are we gonna play games, Professor?" she asked in the babyish whine. "Just the three of us?"
A muscle twitched in his jaw and he took a single step toward her, hooking his fingers in the neck of her dress where it dipped between the big breasts. Savagely, before she could move, he ripped it downward, knocking the bag from her hands and spilling its contents across the concrete floor.
Her tits tumbled out of the torn fabric like two overripe melons, their long thick nipples quivering with the sudden release. Jake's forefinger curled and he trapped the right one between the curl and his broad thumb, squeezing and twisting.
Queenie gave a frightened yelp, her body twisting as she tried to lessen the pain of his harsh pressure. Her legs bent, lowering her to a kneeling position on the rough floor. Her hands flew toward the source of her torment, but remained poised inches away from his continued pressure. A stream of saliva dribbled from her open mouth.
"That's just a sample, fuckhead!" Jake snarled, releasing her tit and watching her frantic massage of the aching nipple. "The next time, it'll be your goddamned clitoris!"
Stifling a sob, the girl gathered up the spilled contents of the bag, her breasts swaying heavily as she crouched on the concrete, scrambling awkwardly to her feet and hurrying across the floor toward a distant door.
Crossing the huge enclosure, Jake opened the door of a glass-lined enclosure, entering a dusty cubical with a battered desk and a collection of scarred chairs left by the former occupants of the building. On the wall behind the desk, a calendar, six years old, displayed a well-proportioned female bearing an uncanny resemblance to Queenie. Some unskilled hand had drawn a huge cock, its dripping head ready to enter the golden muff of the unsuspecting blonde.
He had barely enough time to settle himself behind the desk when the door opened again to admit an angry Jabber. Behind him, still fumbling with the zipper of his dirty trousers, a giant of a man lumbered through the opening and closed the door.
Frank Devlin, dubbed Fats by someone with a penchant for inappropriateness, drew one hairy forearm across his sweat-beaded brow, flashing a smile at Jake. The smile was evidenced only in the large dark eyes, for his face was covered by a thick brown beard without design or regularity. His hair, wiry and unkempt, fell past his shoulders in utter confusion. Standing at six-feet-eight, Fats carried his two hundred and ninety pounds with ease. Only a trace of bulge marked the area that had earned him the nickname.
"That goddamned Queenie stopped me," Jabber exclaimed, "just when Myrtle was about to go down on me!"
"You can get your rocks off later," Jake said tolerantly. "I told Queenie to get both of you in here."
"Huh," Jabber said, dropping onto a chair. "That's different!"
Fats eased his huge frame onto a corner of the desk, looking past Jake's shoulder at the calendar. "Man! Would I love to lick that!"
"Let's talk," Jake said, placing his hands on the desk for emphasis. "There's been a change in plans."
Fats scratched his nose with one huge finger."I thought we were gonna work that cop over. The one you've been tailin' for the past few days."
Jabber nodded agreement. "You said we was gonna make the fuzz sit up and take notice of us."
Jake raised his hands, palms out. "I know what I said. I also said there had been a change in plans. I'm interested in influence. Shit! We won't accomplish anything by creaming one lousy cop!"
Fats held out his own giant hands, fingers curled. "So," he rumbled, "we break three or four. You point 'em out, Prof! I'll crunch their friggin' balls!" His fingers squeezed.
"Damn it!" Jake said forcefully. "I want to put pressure on them. But I don't want to do it just for the hell of it. I figure, if we can get this Sergeant Montrose in our pocket, we can write our own ticket."
Jabber gave him a blank look. "How do we do all that?"
Jake leaned back in the chair, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at the nude. "Like that," he said cryptically.
"Huh?" Jabber said blankly, staring at the girl. "You mean we fuck him?"
Fats gave a choked gasp of laughter. "Shit a monkey! I'd love to see that Jabber humpin' a fuckin' cop!"
Jake sighed, wagging his head with exaggerated patience. "Not him, you assholes! Haven't you seen that blonde dish he rides with? My god! She's table grade. I'm talking about both of them."
"We waste 'em both!" Fats rumbled eagerly.
Jake laced his fingers together over his chest. "How many individuals have you wasted, Fats?" he asked calmly, holding the big man's gaze with a cold glare.
"I... Well... None! But I'd do it in a minute, if you said the word, Professor!" He scratched his beard nervously.
"There'll be no wasting, gentlemen," Jake said in a flat voice. "We hate the fuzz. Right?"
Two heads nodded puzzled agreement.
"We want to get something to hold over Sergeant Montrose's head, so we won't have to worry about being busted. Right?"
Again the nods.
"Have you two apes seen the chick I'm talking about?"
"I'd like to see her out of that friggin' uniform," Jabber said, bobbing his head in assent.
"I'd like to cram my prick down her throat!" Fats moaned, clutching his balls and rolling his head. "Damn right I've seen her." He gestured. "Boobs out to here!"
Jake inclined his head in agreement, his eyes glittering. "I propose that we do any goddamn thing we want to to that bitch! Til give her to you for a full day."
Their mouths opened and closed, surprise clamping their tongues. Then Fats exclaimed, "You mean we can do anything we want to?"
"Except actually harm her," Jake nodded. "I want both of them to know who we are. When we're through with them, we can shit in the mayor's face and walk off. All it takes is a little pull with the fuzz."
Jabber said, "I'd give my right ball to shove it in that broad. But how's that gonna open any doors for us? If we're gonna rape her, we might as well waste her."
"Don't be crude, Jabber," Jake argued. "Haven't you ever heard of blackmail?"
"Yeah. But cops don't make enough bread to pay blackmail."
"Not money, stupid. Cooperation. That's what we want from them. Cooperation."
"That ain't what I want from that blonde," Fats murmured. "I want her to suck my cock right down to the goddamn balls!"
"That's the beauty of this scheme," Jake reminded him. "You get to ball her, and I get what I want."
Jabber asked, "Ain't you gonna cut her, Professor? Jesus! You ain't gonna pass up a gash like that!"
"What do you think?" Jake said in a suggestive tone. Fats shook with laughter.
"The Professor's gonna make that dumb broad squeal like a pig!"
"That broad is a pig!" Jake growled. "And we're going to fuck her like a pig. I want her to have cock-Juice running out of her goddamn ears! Anything dirty you've ever wanted to do to a female cop, I want you to do it to her. Understand? The dirtier it is, the better I'll like it. Just don't do any real physical harm. You can bend her mind without putting a mark on her."
"I just want to put my cock down her fuckin' throat!" Fats grunted. "Jesus! Imagine it! We're gonna fuck the fuzz!"
"What's gonna stop them from bustin' us when it's over?" Jabber suddenly demanded. "They're gonna be sore as hell!"
Fats chuckled, "Her tonsils are gonna be sore!"
Jake called for silence. "I'm going to take photographs of everything," he explained. "And record the sounds. How do you think she'll like the idea of having those pictures spread all over town?"
"Yeah," Jabber nodded. "But what about the guy? What's gonna stop him from blowin' the whistle on us?"
"Queenie and Myrtle," Jake answered calmly. "While we're working the dame over, the girls will be giving the sergeant a twelve-hour fuck!"
"And we take pictures of that too?" Jabber grinned. "I'll hand it to you, Professor. When you get an idea, it's a doozie!"
"There's more," Jake smiled. "After we're through, we make them do things to each other. Those are the photographs we really want. You can imagine the sergeant's wife looking at a picture of the blonde swallowing her husband's cock."
"This calls for a celebration, Professor," Jabber exclaimed. "Christ! I'm gettin' a bone just thinkin' about it!"
Jake reached into his pocket and drew out a roll of bills, peeling off two fifties and handing them to the excited youth. "You and Fats go pick up the booze," he said. Then he shook his finger warningly. "And keep your goddamn noses clean! No capers until this is over. Understand?"
They both bobbed their heads, exchanging obscene comments as they hurried out to the van. Jake watched them until the vehicle had backed out and Fats had rolled the big door down. Then he rose and walked unhurriedly from the office, across the deserted warehouse floor to a pair of dusty stairs.
The building was to be razed within the year. But Jake had managed to obtain a lease before the court orders had gone through, and his occupancy was valid for another four months. By that time, he would find exactly what he wanted.
He climbed the stairs to the hallway and the rooms he had converted from offices into reasonably comfortable bedrooms, opening the door of the first one and standing, feet wide apart, in the entrance, staring at the two girls.
Queenie sat in a recliner, one leg tossed over the arm, her dress rolled up over the blonde fur of her cunt, the pink slit gleaming wetly in the light of the powerful floor lamp.
Myrtle, the other girl, was just turning from the mirror of the big dresser, and Jake concentrated on her, observing the way her dress molded the slender hips and narrow waist, then seemed to swell under the pressure of her high tight ass. Her tits were small, poking eraser-sized nipples against the thin fabric, making her appear even younger than her admitted sixteen years.
She was a beautiful girl, Jake mused, exuding a quiet passion that seemed always on the verge of an erotic explosion. Soft black hair framed an oval face with soft eyes, pouting wet lips, and a pert nose that flattened slightly whenever the delicate nostrils flared in excitement.
Jake knew exactly what it took to excite her. He had made that happy discovery the first time he had screwed her. She had made all the right moves, working her tight little ass up to receive the formidable length of his thick cock, and she had milked him with vaginal undulations when he shot his wad. But she did not reach a climax.
Only when he had rolled off and pushed her face down to his crotch did she really come alive, proving a long-held contention Jake had formed in junior high school. A man can make any woman climb the wall if he just pushes the right button.
In Myrtle's case, the button was her mouth, provided that the pushing finger was a hard dick. She loved to give head, experiencing repeated orgasms as she siphoned the jism from a throbbing joint. Twisting a phrase, Jabber had once amused Jake with an apt description. "Let her blow you, and she'll follow you anywhere."
"Get your clothes off, girls," he said in a toneless voice. "I'm in the mood for a special."
Queenie, as if remembering his quick anger, began peeling her dress up over her blonde hair before she got her leg down from the arm of the recliner. She stood up, tossing the dress onto the chair and shaking her hair back from her baby face, her big tits jiggling their huge nipples.
Moving more slowly, Myrtle followed suit, baring the lush black fur of her young cunt and the small cherries of her nubile breasts. She licked her lips, making them wetter still.
Naked, the two girls stood waiting as he stepped into the room and closed the door, already beginning to unbutton his shirt. They watched, hot-eyed, as he bared his handsome body, finally stepping out of his slacks and revealing the magnificent phallus that thrust its improbable length up and out above his huge balls.
"Jesus!" Queenie murmured. "I'll never get used to that big beauty!"
Myrtle gave a little sigh of agreement, her eyes narrowing in hunger. "What do we do, Professor?" she asked in a sultry drawl.
Jake nodded almost casually at the bed. "Lie down, Queenie, on your back, and scoot down in the bed."
The blonde hastened to obey, her tits bouncing as she climbed onto the king-sized bed and stretched her voluptuous body into position. Her breasts rolled to either side, leaving a deep valley between their creamy mounds.
To Myrtle, Jake said, "Squat over her face, kid. Spread your knees out so I can see that cunt!"
Myrtle climbed onto the bed, starting to straddle Queenie with her face toward the foot of the bed. Jake grunted, making a circling gesture with his hand, and she turned about, easing her leg to the other side of the blonde's head, her cunt parting its plump lips directly above the girl's upturned face.
"Lower your pussy onto her mouth, Myrtle." Jake instructed the younger girl. "Then lean forward. Just keep your ass in position."
Myrtle gave him an anxious glance, but her hips descended obediently, her body jerking as she felt Queenie's tongue slide up into the tight sleeve of her vagina.
"Queenie," Jake said, raising his voice slightly as he noted that Myrtle's soft thighs were pressed close against the blonde's ears. "I want to hear a hell of a lot of noise. Understand? Get her cunt juicy, and slurp when you suck it. Get it?"
There was a muffled grunt of assent from between Myrtle's legs, followed by a wet sucking sound as she began drawing the girl's slippery juices from the wet channel.
"I'll tell both of you what else you are to do as we go along," Jake said, moving forward to throw himself astride Queenie's naked waist, ignoring her inviting muff, and fitting his thick cock between her lush breasts. He reached down and pulled the blonde's hands up, pressing them against the big tits.
Queenie gurgled her understanding, and the breasts moved inward, yielding against his hard shaft and meeting again atop its long cylinder. It wasn't the first time she had been screwed between those big melons, and she knew exactly how much pressure to apply to give his prick a snug nest.
Jake rocked back and forth, gently and with short strokes, his cock barely moving through the enveloping warmth. The huge knob extended well beyond the uppermost curve of Queenie's tits, its rounded tip aimed precisely at Myrtle's tiny anus, separated by about two inches of space, a distance he intended to reduce to zero when he was ready.
Queenie was enjoying her role. Her tongue dipped deep into Myrtle's tasty snatch, flailing the sensitive walls and urging the tart vaginal juice from its secret fountain. Her lips, parted wide to surround the labial entrance, sucked noisily, drawing air and liquid into her greedy mouth.
The cock felt good between her tits. Hard, hot and throbbing with a restless beat as it slid back and forth in the warm trap, increasing the length of the stroking so slowly she was unable to determine the change.
Then, with a suddenness that made her whole body convulse, she screamed, the sound muffled by Myrtle's wet pussy, and her sharp exhalation blowing hotly into the shivering tunnel of pulsating tissue. Jake had clamped fingers and thumbs about both her nipples, just as he had done before. Now, as he continued to slide his prick between the two plump mounds, he was pinching and twisting until she could hardly bear the sensation.
It was no longer pain. Alone, the hateful pressure had been intolerable. But her mouth was tingling with Myrtle's cream, and she was beginning to work up a genuine interest in the feel of that cock-massage between her tits. Mixed together with the other sensations, the pain was a delightful burning that she no longer sought to avoid. Her cry became a gurgle of increased pleasure, and her hips pumped the empty air, the puffy labia fluttering in the silken nest.
Myrtle's cunt was responding to Queenie's tongue with a flow of slippery juices, filling the girl's sucking mouth and muffling the sound of her excited cries. Although the dark-haired lovely much preferred to have a male organ stuffing her lips and spearing her throat, she could reach a climax with a warm tongue probing her tight pussy. Not far from that first velvet explosion, she began working her pelvis to rub the soft lips over Queenie's tugging mouth.
Suddenly, her hips froze and her whole body stiffened. Jake had increased the length of his strokes through the valley of Queenie's tits, and the head of his huge prick was bumping lightly against Myrtle's tiny asshole. With a clarity that was both frightening and admittedly exciting, she realized what he was going to do.
Jake continued squeezing and twisting Queenie's nipples after his prick reached its goal, for the lower portion of his shaft was still enjoying the snug fit of the warm mounds, and his heavy balls were riding into the cleft with each stroke.
He pressed harder against the warm circle, and Myrtle's body moved forward in involuntary retreat. He released Queenie's breasts and grabbed the other girl's hips with angry fingers.
"Hold that goddamn ass still!" he grated, ramming his pelvis forward until his cock ached with the forceful pressure. His hands spread the plump buttocks wider, thumbs digging into the tender flesh adjacent to her resisting anus, pulling and urging.
He stifled a curse and scrambled back over Queenie's writhing body, down to where he could part her golden pubic thatch with his huge prong, jamming the head into her slippery cunt and driving through the mushy channel until his balls were pressed tightly against her jiggling ass. Then, his hips began circling, grinding the head deep inside her cunt, working it around and around in the juicy folds. Queenie's legs jerked wildly and she tried to pump her snatch up and down on the thick spear.
Jake grinned as he felt her vagina shudder and begin a rhythmic squeezing. The girl was coming, seeking a massage of her exploding pussy as the ecstasy roared through her belly. Instead of stroking in and out, he held her down with his full weight on her bucking crotch, permitting only the internal tremors to continue. He wanted the juice of her climax to lubricate his hilted cock. Otherwise, he would have yanked it out, watching her futile hunching as she reached for him.
He felt the hot wetness lave his glans, and he pulled his prick out, still crouching between her trembling legs to slide two fingers into the dripping snatch and wiggle them about. Then, ignoring the inviting upward shove of her hairy cleft, he crawled up over her belly and lowered his ass onto her heaving tits, deliberately squirming until his balls were comfortable.
Slowly, but with calm determination, Jake pushed the tip of his forefinger into Myrtle's anus, twisting it and driving inward past the second knuckle. The girl grunted at the abrupt violation, but she held her bottom almost motionless while the finger turned and rubbed the tight entryway, forcing the pliant walls to loosen until the finger could slide freely.
Myrtle sighed as the digit was removed from her puckered anus. Then, she gasped as it returned, twice as thick, forcing an entrance and massaging the tender flesh until she almost screamed at the intolerable pressure.
Queenie was still licking away at her splayed pussy. But Myrtle's attention was centered on those thrusting probing fingers, wanting them to leave, yet knowing that their replacement would be even thicker and incredibly longer.
The fingers slipped out with one final twist at the very entrance. Then, as the huge prick was jammed harshly against the tiny entrance, she was unable to choke back a hoarse cry. It felt as though her asshole was being pushed inside, along with that improbable hardness, stretching and expanding her anus and forcing its way through her clenching sphincter with relentless savagery.
Jake knew he was hurting the girl. Although she had probably done everything else, he was reasonably certain she had never been screwed in the ass. Even if she had, he grinned to himself, it was unlikely that the tool had been anywhere near as large as the cock that was already halfway to the balls in her convulsing chute. He knew also that she could take it. Her gut would stretch. The tightness made it that much better. All he had to do was close his eyes, and it was easy to imagine that she was much younger. An innocent lovely whose hot belly he was filling for the first time.
He closed his eyes, tightened his fingers, and rammed it home.