Chapter 6
Next morning broke bright and sunny. We got up early and broke camp quickly, eager to get started towards San Antonio. The sun was just starting to climb over the distant hills when we were already speeding down the highway.
I was wearing hotpants and a skin tight tee shirt. Melba had on tight jeans and a very revealing halter top. Every trucker that passed us almost went off the road when they got a load of our luscious bodies.
We had been riding for about an hour when I heard a siren right behind me. We weren't speeding, so I figured they just wanted to get by. Melba and I both pulled as far to the right as we could go, but to our surprise the police car came to a screeching stop next to us, almost running us off the road. Three cops came running out of the car, their pistols drawn.
Shocked with fear, I shot my hands up in the air. Melba did the same, "Wha-what's going on here?" I stammered. "We haven't done anything wrong."
None of them gave any answer, but they pointed with their guns for us to lean our fronts against the side of the patrol car. We obeyed. I had a feeling I knew what was coming, and I was right. I felt a pair of hands feeling all over my body. Ostensibly they were searching for weapons, but it was pretty obvious that I could have none hidden on me. Alien fingers crept from my neck, over my full breasts and around my waist. Then they slid over my ass, patting and caressing every curve. Finally they went between my thighs, forcing them further apart, and touching my hot cunt.
Turning my head to the right, I could see that Melba was also being felt up. She caught my eye and we exchanged knowing looks. We were in for an ordeal with these cops, and we were going to have to do some fast thinking to get ourselves out of this.
The cops stepped back and told us to turn around. We obeyed, and looked them over as they looked us over. "What a pretty pair of pussies." said one of them, who seemed to be in charge. He was about thirty-five, not too tall and slightly pudgy. One of his companions, skinny and kind of dumb looking, grinned at him.
"Yeah, coupl'a live ones," he said leeringly. The third one, a big guy who looked like an ex-Marine, said nothing, but rubbed his crotch with a huge grin on his face.
Our machines were still running, but it was impossible at this point to try and make a break for it. Besides, they had other plans, and they were ready to put them into ac-ion.
"Turn around," barked the pudgy one. We did so, and were facing the car again. Rough hands seized my wrists and held them together. I heard the clank of metal, and then I was handcuffed with my arms behind my back. I was cursing the thin tee shirt I was wearing, because my boobs were jutting out obscenely from my chest. My tits, curse them, were in a state of full erection from having been manhandled. The ex-Marine, who seemed to have claimed me, noticed this right away.
"Look at this, fellas, this one's turned on!" he called to his companions as he pushed me into the back seat of the car. I figured it was best not to say a word, or I'd get myself in deeper trouble. I just sat there, obedient and meek, while he palmed my breasts and played with my tits. I have to admit, it was exciting me, though this wasn't my idea of fun.
The chubby one had grabbed Melba and was forcing her into the front seat. She gave me a helpless look as she half fell, half was pushed into the car. Then the chubby one closed the door and went around to the driver's side while my escort left me and mounted my motorcycle. The skinny one hopped onto Melba's bike, and all three vehicles spun out onto the highway, heading for town.
I thought I'd try talking to the guy driving. I leaned forward and could see that he had one hand on the steering wheel and one hand down Melba's pants. She was squirming and trying to get away, but there was no escaping his probing fingers.
"Hey, we haven't done anything," I protested. "You men can get in a lot of trouble for false arrest."
He growled back at me, "You can get in a lot of trouble if you don't keep your trap shut." I had a feeling he meant what he said, so I kept quiet and sat back in the seat. I looked around and saw the other two riding our motorcycles, following the patrol car. Oh brother, I thought to myself. These guys could hold us for weeks or even months and get away with it. And when it's the police who have you, who can you go to for help?
We turned onto the main street of town, passing a few people on the street. We went by the grocery store, the post office, a few more stores, and finally reached the Police station. It was a small, gray, nondescript building with bars on the side windows. The jail, I figured, and that's probably where we were headed. The two deputies came roaring up to where the car had stopped, and then screeched to a halt next to it. Skinny and ex-Marine jumped off our machines, ran over to the car and flung the doors open. They grabbed me and Melba and hustled us inside. I guess they didn't want the townsfolk to see us. Someone might tell their wives about the two pieces down at the station and their little game would be ruined.
The station house held a small office in the front with windows looking out onto the street. There were a few desks, a case full of rifles, and some cabinets around the room. Some hooks on the walls held rings with keys on them, which I assumed were for the jail cells.
Sitting at one of the desks, doing some paperwork, was another officer. This one was kind of cute. He looked about twenty-two, had nice brown hair and eyes, and an intelligent-looking face. He looked up in surprise when he saw us being dragged in by the other three.
"Hey, what do you have there?" he said as they pulled us through the room in the direction of a doorway in the back, leading to the cells.
"What does it look like?" guffawed the chubby one. "Picked 'em up on a charge of indecent exposure and disturbing the peace." That brought a round of laughter from the other two.
They marched us into the back room, which was more like a long hallway lined with three cells along the left wall. Ex-Marine opened the first one and led us in.
"Here we are girls," he said mockingly. "Make yourselves comfortable until we get back. To the other men he said, "Wish I was off duty now. I shore could use a roll in the hay with the likes of these!"
"You're not the only one," answered the chubby one. But they'll sit tight. I left strict orders with Joe not to let them go anywhere. Now let's get back out on the job before we get in trouble with the mayor's office."
Leaving our arms handcuffed behind our backs, they helped themselves to some parting feels before they went. All three of them had enormous hard-ons bulging through their khaki uniforms. It almost made me laugh. Poor horny men, I thought. Probably never get a pair of live ones like me and Melba in this one horse town. But I didn't feel sorry enough for them to want to be there when they got back. I didn't know when that would be, so we were going to have to think of something fast.
"Melba," I said in a whisper. The door to the outer office was open. I could see the young officer they had called Joe sitting not far from the door, and I was sure he could hear us. "What are we going to do," I asked her. Thank heavens they had not separated us. This way we could put our two heads together to come up with a plan.
With a jerk of her head she motioned for us to sit on the small cot against the far wall. This way we would be out of sight and hopefully earshot of Joe. We sat there facing each other, feeling slightly ludicrous with our hands pinioned behind our backs.
"We've got to get the keys to these handcuffs. That's our only hope," Melba was saying. "I have an idea. I'll distract him. You keep watch and make sure those other three aren't coming back."
I wasn't sure exactly what she had in mind, but knowing Melba, I knew I could trust her for a good idea. It was possible to look out the cell window and see Main Street where the patrol car would be approaching from on its way back.
Melba put on her best submissive little girl face. "Officer!" she called out in a sweet voice. "Officer Joe!" I was sitting on the cot, so I couldn't see him. But I heard a chair scraping on the floor in the office, so I knew he was coming. I stopped looking out the window.
He came to the barred door of the cell we were in. His face was all red, and I suspected he was quite embarrassed to be there holding us captive.
Melba batted her eyelashes at him and stuck her chest out provocatively. Her breasts, naked under her halter top, jutted out firm and round. He couldn't take his eyes off them.
"Don't try to talk me into letting you two out of here," he warned. "Not that I like the idea that those guys got you in here on trumped up charges. But my job is on the line. And besides, I uh... uh... " he trailed off as Melba swayed sexily up to the door, licking her lips. From where I was sitting I could plainly see the bulge in the front of his pants start to grow.
"Honey," she cooed seductively. "I know you can't let us out. But can't you undo these handcuffs? They're hurting my arms." She made a little face of pain and whimpered slightly. Actually they were uncomfortable, as they cut off the circulation in my arms.
"That would be real nice," I piped up, thrusting my boobs out at him and lowering my eyes submissively. I could see that he wasn't sure what to do. He seemed like a nice guy, but he was afraid of getting into trouble with the chief.
"Well-I better not," he answered finally, after deliberating silently over it for a few minutes. He started to go back to his desk.
Shit, I thought, We'll never get anywhere with this guy. But Melba was unperturbed.
"Oh please, wait," she called out as he turned away. "I'll make a deal with you." He was immediately interested. "You can take the cuffs off, but put them back on before the others get back. "And," she paused for effect, "I'll reward you in a special way."
His crotch bulged noticeably. She continued persuasively, "Once the other guys get back, do you think you'll get a crack at us? You think they're going to share us with anyone? Here you have two sexually free, attractive young women, willing to grant you whatever favors you want just to un-handcuff us for a few minutes. They'll never know."
Joe's eyes glittered with the promise of sexual favors. Melba had him pegged right as a horny guy, but who was probably too nice to force us into anything. He was even kind of shy.
She kept at him. "You married?"
"Yeah," he replied, a little defensively.
"Your wife ever blow you?" she asked. That shocked him, and also turned him on, as I could tell from his ever-growing cock.
"Well-" he stammered, blushing like crazy.
"I bet she never did," said Melba. "I bet you never experienced how good it feels, even though you must fantasize about it a lot. All men do. You'd be a dope to let this chance go by. Wouldn't he, Sandy?"
I said nothing, but licked my lips suggestively, leaving a glistening trace all around the red rim of my mouth. I spread open my legs and arched my breasts out at him.
It didn't take him long to deliberate after these persuasive arguments. With a red face and a tool practically leaping out of his pants, he said, "I'll go get the keys."
When he was out of sight Melba turned to me and gave me an exultant wink. Barely had she turned around again when he was back, unlocking the door to the cell and letting himself in. Carefully he locked the door after him and dropped the key into his right rear pocket. I watched every move he made, knowing that it meant our freedom. Then he took another key, the one for the handcuffs. First he undid Melba's hands, eyeing her pert ass and trim thighs as he did so. Then he unlocked mine. I stood there rubbing my wrists and arms, wondering what out next move should be.
Melba wasted no time. She took him by the waist, swaying erotically before him. "Mmmmm, you're not bad lookin'," she murmured soothingly. "I could go for you in a big way."
"Well, you're a very attractive young woman," he replied, running his hands down her sides and over her ass. She led him over to the cot and had him sit down while she knelt between his legs. She started to undo his belt. He glanced over at me, probably uneasy with the idea that pi was going to watch. I decided the best thing for me to do would be to get involved too.
I sat next to him on the cot and snuggled my tits against his chest. I slipped my arms around him and slid my hands down into his shirt, caressing his neck and upper chest. "Relax," I whispered into his ear, and then tickled it with my tongue. He squirmed and blushed with pleasure. His hands crept up and caressed my naked thighs, so tantalizingly close to him on the cot.
"Mmmnnnnn," I moaned, partly to encourage him and partly because it felt good!
Melba quickly had his belt undone and his pants unzipped. She pulled out his cock. It was fully erect, long and hard, the veins throbbing with blood along the sides. She took it with both her hands and softly caressed it, smoothly running her fingers up and down the sides.
"Oohhhhhhhhhh," he moaned. I plunged my tongue deep into his ear and played softly with his tiny nipples. They puckered and hardened. He groaned, louder this time.
Melba buried her face in the soft patch of pubic hair which lay at the base of his dick. It was brown in color, matching the soft brown of his hair. She blew a breath of warm moist air on his balls. He shivered and sighed, and adjusted his position to make his dick stick up straighter in the air. He had a good sized one, and I found myself starting to grow very horny. I could feel the old familiar flames starting to burn in my loins.
Then with her tongue, she lightly, teasingly, traced a path from the base of his tool to the swollen, bulbous top. This brought an intense moan from Joe.
"Oh, baby," I said to him. "And to think you were going to pass this up." He didn't answer, but he grabbed my face and kissed me violently, passionately. His tongue pressed its way into my mouth and explored all regions of it. I returned the kiss, opening as wide as I could to let that probing organ reach as far in as it could. His hand grasped my breast and he squeezed it hard, massaging and kneading the soft flesh. This wrung a moan from my lips, and I know it turned him on to know that he was turning me on.
"Ahhhhhhnnnnhhhhhhhh," he sighed, as Melba lightly flicked her tongue around the tiny slit at the tip of his cock. A few drops of pre-seminal fluid stood out there. She scooped them up and made as if to swallow them. He tightened his grip on my breast, gripping my tit and pinching it almost painfully hard.
"Ohhh, suck it," he groaned. "Suck that mother!"
Melba looked up at him. "Anything you say, baby." Then she looked at me. She didn't say anything, but she didn't have to. I knew what she meant. Get that key!
Slowly, deliberately, she took his organ into her mouth. Carefully she eased her lips down over the engorged tip, over the swollen rim, until she had taken in about four inches.
Joe moaned. Tentatively I moved my hands about on his chest, trying to figure out how aware he was of my movements. He stirred slightly, so I thought I would give it more time. Anxiously I glanced out the window, but saw no sign of the patrol car. Stay out there, I wished silently to myself. Give us time!
She took his cock out of her mouth and licked it again, as though it was an ice cream cone. It glistened dully with her saliva, and the veins seemed to take on a purplish cast. Then again she took it full in her mouth, this time a little deeper.
"Uunnnnnnnnnh," he grunted. "Oohhnnhhhhhh, yeah."
She bobbed her head up and down, sucking on him as she did, her lips sliding wetly over the sides of his thick shaft. Each time she went a little further down on him, taking more and more of him into her mouth. Soon he was pushing far into the back of her throat, and she looked almost like she was gagging on it. I knew she was all right though. Melba was an expert. She knew how to give head.
While she was sucking on him, I slid my hands down into his pants. I felt all around his ass, tickling his asscrack. He seemed to like that, but it was hard to tell what was turning him on between Melba blowing his dick and me with my hands down his pants.
Up and down, up and down bobbed her head as his thick shaft slid in and out between her red lips. I watched it disappear into her mouth and then reappear with a fresh coating of saliva all over it.
He arched his hips and thrust hard into her throat. She took all of him, all the way down to the base of his cock where his curly brown pubic hair formed a bed for it. Her cheeks were hollows as the inside of her mouth caressed him, driving him further and further over the edge of ecstasy.
"Oohhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned. He shut his eyes tightly and clenched is teeth, arching his hips still higher into the air. I knew it wouldn't be long until he came.
Cautiously, leaving one hand in place on his bare ass, I lifted the other one out. I felt lightly on the outside of his pants and found the outline of the key there. Carefully I started to slip my fingers into his pocket.
Melba saw me reaching for it. To distract him, she started sucking him even harder, as hard as she could, and she let her teeth graze lightly the swollen rim of his blunt cockhead. He was completely wrapped up in the sensations of the moment. Melba was doing her utmost, and that was considerable.
In and out, in and out slid his prick as Joe moaned and grunted with exquisite pleasure. He grabbed Melba's head and forced it down onto his lap, pressing his dick deeper and deeper into her throat. A few more seconds and he would shoot.
As I felt him nearing the climax, I took my index finger and placed it at the tiny pucker of his asshole. I held it ready there. I held my other hand in position at the top of his pants pocket with the key in it.
Then I felt him give out with a big push. "Aauuuuughh!" he cried out in that delicious moment of orgasm, and he pumped as hard as he could into Melba's mouth. Right at that moment I stuck my finger about one inch into his asshole. "Oonnnnnhhhhhhh," he grunted at this strange new pleasure. He was completely unaware of the fact that my other hand had stolen into his pocket and lifted out the key to the cell.
I quickly looked around me on the cot to where I had seen one of the pairs of handcuffs. They were open, and lying right behind me, As Joe was climaxing, pumping his warm load into Melba's throat, he had both his hands on her head, holding it down on his dick. His wrists were together. Perfect, I thought. I slipped my hand out of his pants and grabbed the cuffs. Then I saw the other pair lying on the floor and had a better idea. I hooked one loop around a loop on the first pair and closed it. Then stealthily, while Joe was still climaxing wildly into Melba's mouth, I slipped the first pair around his wrists and closed them. Now he was my prisoner! At first he didn't even notice, he was so engrossed in coming. Melba was still swallowing. He must have had a big load, because it seemed like she had swallowed a lot already. But finally he relaxed his body and started to take his hands away from her head.
Only then did he notice that he had handcuffs on.
"Huh?" he said, with a bewildered look on his face. "What's going on here?"
Quickly, before he had time to assess the situation, I deftly pulled the other loop of the second pair of cuffs, which were hooked into the pair on his wrists, and closed it around the iron slat on the side of the bed. He was caught.
"Hey!" he cried, shock at this sudden turn of events. He was still rather fuzzy, since he was coming down off the high of having his cock sucked off. In fact, Melba still had her head between his thighs, and was just taking his now-deflating prick from between her lips. It hung down from his opened fly, surrounded by his curly brown pubic hair. She was licking her lips like a cat after lapping up a saucer of milk.
"Sorry, baby," I said. "But we're splitting this scene. You're a nice guy, and I'm glad we got a chance to do something nice for you. But now you can do something nice for us. In fact, you already have." And I showed him the key to the cell which I had fished out of his pocket.
In a flash he had the whole thing figured out. Anger leapt into his eyes and instinctively he reached for the key, forgetting that he was chained to the bed. The handcuffs reminded him of this rather forcefully, and he cursed at his helplessness.
Melba had been looking out the window. Suddenly she whirled around and said, "Let's get out of here. Here come the other three!"
In a split second we unlocked the door, locked it after us (I held on to the key, just to throw another monkey wrench into their works), and were in the outer office. In a frenzy we went through the drawers of the desks, looking for the keys to our bikes. I found them in the top drawer of the desk where Joe had been sitting. I threw Melba hers and we split out the door, calling a merry goodbye.
We had no time to lose. The patrol car was only two blocks away. Quickly I jumped on my bike and Melba jumped on hers. Glancing hurriedly around, I saw the car headed our way. In a flash we had the motors started. (Thank God for electric starters!) By this time the three cops were only a block away. I guess they heard the motors starting up, because I saw them suddenly realizing that we were on our bikes and ready to get away.
I saw ex-Marine, who was sitting in the front, suddenly point our way, and the car gave a surge ahead. They were almost upon us.
"Let's jet!" I shouted above the din, and with a whirl of dust all around us, we spun out of our parking space in front of the police station. We were of one mind as we both headed in the same direction-away from the highway, but in the other direction from the patrol car. That way they would lose time by having to turn around.
We passed right by them. Just to make them mad, I blew them a kiss as we roared by. Chubby, who was driving, tried to grab me as I went by his window, but he just missed. They were boiling mad!
With tires screeching and all of them hollering, they pulled a U-turn right in the middle of town. The street wasn't quite wide enough and they ended up on the sidewalk for part of the way. And before we were even three blocks away, they were in hot pursuit. Melba and I had to do some mean riding. I gunned my engine and gripped the seat tightly with my thighs. We sped up and headed for the outskirts of town, praying that no cars would come out of the many side streets feeding off of Main Street. None did, but slowly the cops were gaining on us. Somehow we were going to have to pull another fast turn.
We pushed our machines as fast as we dared go on those country roads. I watched my speedometer climb up past 50, 60, 65, then 70. Ahead of us I saw a road leading off to the right about a hundred yards ahead. I signaled to Melba that we should turn down it. She nodded.
We gradually slowed to about fifty and took the turn at that speed. This had given the cops a chance to catch up on us, but they were unprepared for our sudden turn. They were going so fast that they almost whizzed right by. But just in time they turned down, too. The road turned out to have a lot of gravel on it, so we had to be very careful not to slide and skid. We were hoping that it would loop around and lead us back to Main Street via connecting streets. But to our dismay we found that we were in a dead end. There was no way out. We knew they could block us off if we tried to pass them going back the other way. Both sides of the road were lined thickly with fruit trees. This seemed to be in the middle of some kind of orchard.
Just then I spotted something a few yards away from us. It was a road, a dirt road that started to lead in the direction of Main Street. I yelled excitedly and pointed to it. Melba saw it too, and shrugged her shoulders. What did we have to lose? Gunning our engines, we sped onto it just as the patrol car, carrying our three would-be captors in it, lurched into the dead end.
Holding tightly onto my machine, I raced over the dusty rutted trail through the orchard. Melba was right behind me-I could hear the familiar drone of her engine. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that they were turning around. That could mean one of two things: either they were giving up the chase, or they knew where this dirt road came out and would try to head us off there. I considered the second possibility the most probable. Our only hope lay in beating them to that spot.
The trees seemed to fly by us as we raced over that bumpy trail. My ass was going to pay for this later, I thought. I felt every rock and every hole that the wind and rain had gouged in the earth. The trail was fairly straight, and soon we could see that we were approaching Main Street and the edge of town diagonally. Through the gaps in the trees I could see the road. There were no cars on it yet-no sign of our pursuers. Hoping against hope that they really had given up, I sped onwards toward where this dirt trail fed onto the road. Then I saw the white and black car appear over the crest of the hill and my heart sank. Well, we still had a slight lead on them and with any luck we could make it onto the road ahead of them.
I took it up to sixty miles as hour, a ludicrous speed for such a road. The engine whined and the wheels seemed to complain as they flew over the rough surface. I was approaching the road, almost upon it. Suddenly I saw, approaching from the left, a huge trailer truck coming fast. Oh God, I though, if we have to wait for it to pass all is lost. Putting on a final burst of speed I charged out onto the main highway right into the path of the oncoming truck. Melba roared out right after me.
If we had been a split second later one or both of us would have been smashed to bits by that truck. We missed it by inches. The driver was so shocked that he slammed on his brakes. His back end was going so fast that the whole truck jackknifed itself across the highway. I heard another frantic squeal of tires, and I knew that it was the patrol car, completely blocked by this huge truck which had splayed itself across the road, coming to a hasty stop.
We had just whizzed by the back end before it skidded onto the wrong side of the street.
We were saved! I took one final look over my shoulder to make sure that they couldn't follow us. I saw the three men, running from around the truck, vainly trying to catch up with us on foot. They were shaking their fists and yelling their heads off. It was hilarious. Melba and I were laughing triumphantly.
We were approaching the center of town, and now that we were in no more danger, we reduced our speed to a more sensible level. The few people who were out on the street stared at us, probably had no idea of the exciting chase scene which had gone on right in their town. Slowly we went by the jail where Joe was probably still locked to the bed. That is, unless he had found a good locksmith, I thought to myself, patting my asspocket where I had dropped the key to his handcuffs. I figured I would keep it as a memento of this place. We rode slowly through the center of town, taking a good look at everything, now that we were free agents. We passed by pleasant looking shops and homes, which grew sparser and sparser as we got closer to the interstate.
Finally we got to the highway. And with that fine sense of urgency with which we left every place to find the new ones, we roared out onto that westbound lane and didn't stop travelling until we had crossed the border into Texas.