Chapter 1
"It's too damn hot. Pass me another beer before I dehydrate."
Melissa Cameron, smirking, reached into the cooler and handed her boyfriend, Joe Matteo, a Michelob while taking one for herself. The temperature had spiked by midday. She was confident that it had already hit ninety. The trees that sheltered their group offered minimal relief. The others, observant of the magnified heat, made a beeline for the water. "Why don't we have these in the lake?"
"Good idea."
They had dressed accordingly for their little outing. Melissa donned a bikini that was obviously too small for her seductive set of curves. The contrast of black material against her bronzed skin made her more tantalizing. A big-breasted redhead with a waist a man could feasibly wrap his hands around, Melissa was a visual delight. Her green eyes made meaningful contact. Her thick, sensual lips held a sizzling invitation. She learned how to entice men with a subtle glance and win their attention.
Joe gazed hungrily at her as she swayed her hips. Her trim, tanned thighs and heart-shaped buttocks spawned a few ideas. Melissa was generally receptive to them, and shared a few of her own.
Joe, a dark-haired Italian with ruggedly handsome features, rarely lacked female companionship. His raw energy and smooth, muscle-rich body mesmerized the opposite sex. The wire-rimmed glasses he wore did nothing to neutralize his charisma. Clad in a pair of Speedos that barely covered his equipment, he drew Melissa's appetite. His exhibitionist tendencies came through. Joe liked flaunting that huge part of himself.
It didn't matter. Many had already discarded their suits. Bathing apparel rested on the rocks, unworn. Laughter was prevalent as water splashed about.
"Enough," demanded Buffy Stratton, a voluptuous blonde whom had become thoroughly drenched. Mascara ran down her China doll features, and her lipstick was smeared. One of the few retaining both sections of her bikini, she lounged on the rocks while reading a paperback novel. Being splashed destroyed her concentration. "Cut it out."
"Aw, come on, Buffy," Pete Warner called, intentionally sprinkling her, "get your ass in here."
"Can't you see that I'm involved,"" she said in a lofty tone while examining damage to her book. "This is far more interesting that your childish nonsense. Please act your age."
Pete grinned. "I'm gonna drag you in by your toes, baby."
Undeterred, Buffy flipped a page. "Don't even think it."
"Leave her alone," Robyn Belmont murmured in his ear. Gently, she rubbed her bare nipples to his back. "I'll play with you, Pete."
He stood there, letting the provocative brunette stroke him while an idea took shape in his head.
Cathy van Tussell, perched on Larry Brubaker's shoulders, squealed with delight as they approached the small waterfall. The cascade fell from a stream approximately twenty feet above them. Her naked body twisted on its roost. "Don't!" she giggled. "I'll get soaked."
"That's the point," Larry said.
Dennis Austin, oldest of the group, lazed in chest-deep water with a Michelob in hand. Though graying, he held the fascination of Stacy Wilson. The forty-four-year-old stud kept himself in peak condition. The shapely brunette gazed lustfully at his lean physique. Her large boobs floated on the surface, the nipples swollen.
Though the women outnumbered the men, more were expected. The schedule conflicts often prevented the men from their precinct to simultaneously gather. They were off-duty police officers, enjoying an afternoon's respite. The women, collectively dubbed "Police Babes," helped them unwind. Their primary role was to offer whatever was needed companionship, sex, domestic tasks-in return for certain privileges. The men extended them pampered lifestyles. Generous clothing allowances, dinners at elite restaurants, lavish apartments were among the gifts bestowed them. Although none was the exclusive property of a particular man, they usually gravitated to their favorite ones.
The lake was relatively clear, a natural spring. One might have thought hidden machinery purified it. The usual green murkiness, common to most recreational spots, was absent. They enjoyed convening upon this little-known spot, for it offered both privacy and comfort-two major pluses.
Buffy regarded Melissa as she descended into the refreshing coolness. "You're going in there with those savages?"
"Why not?"
Buffy sniffed, then returned to her book.
Melissa glanced at Pete, who conspicuously waded over to her. Apparently, her stern warning did not dampen his enthusiasm. Pete, rakishly handsome, wasn't often daunted by the "princess's" demands. Buffy had a reputation for being difficult. If she weren't spectacularly built, the men might have given up on her. As it was, all of them wanted to get into her pants. They approved of her icy demeanor and relished the challenge of thawing her. Buffy's obstinacy was generally an act. Implicitly, she knew better than to deny the men anything.
Joe stood in front of a rocky wall. Melissa leaned against him. Her huge tits bobbed on the surface. The temperature affected her libido. Her nipples bulged through the skimpy material. Joe lightly caressed her stomach. She purred as his hand delicately traversed her silky regions. His large thumb traced her velvety contours, leaving a trail of sparks. Taking a sip from her bottle, she savored the beer before it ran down her throat. His tender fondling, accentuated by the rush of alcohol, jolted her senses. Soon, she dragged her ass over his crotch. Her movements obviously stirred his loins. She could feel his cock enlarge beneath the nylon fabric. She shivered as her blithe gyrations stretched him.
Through half-closed eyes, she saw Pete seize
Buffy by the ankles. The buxom blonde glared at him. "Let go of me!" she demanded.
"You're gonna get a heat stroke out there, baby"
"I'm perfectly fine," she insisted. "Now, if you'd kindly release my-"
He shook his head. "It's affecting your disposition. You need to cool off."
Buffy screamed as Pete towed her in. Her well-developed body hit the water like a torpedo. Plunging completely, she made a colossal splash. A chuckle went up as she resurfaced, sputtering curses. "You fucking ass-hole! Son of a bitch! God-damned jerk!"
Pete paid no attention to her disparaging remarks. His arms-solid cords of muscle-surrounded her. His mouth, then tongue, silenced her. Buffy fumed, struggling a moment longer. Soon, her arms encircled him and she responded to the avalanche of desire he summoned. She did not try stopping him from loosening the strings of her bikini top. Its meager cups slipped from those big tits. He pinched a bloated nipple while availing himself of her billowy excess. Buffy's lips rounded with joy as he tweaked and fondled her.
Robyn Belmont hugged herself to Pete. She nibbled on his ear and sucked on his neck while he kissed Buffy. Her hands weren't solely on Pete. She included Buffy in her heated embrace.
Beneath the surface, her dark bush tickled Pete's muscular buns. She pressed her pubes into his crack with a prolonged sigh. In flattening herself to him, Pete's boner ground into Buffy's soft mound. Its rigid quality spurred her moans.
Larry, having deposited Cathy on a craggy ledge, lowered his tongue into her pussy. Cathy's head lobbed as he speared into her succulent layers. Her painted nails wove cajoling patterns on his shoulders before she clasped the back of his head and brought him flush with her juicy cunt.
"Yeah," she whimpered, stuffing herself between his lips. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
Larry, wiggling about, seemed too intent on making her cum to abruptly retreat.
Dennis's long, narrow cock surfaced and glided into Stacy's mouth. She tightened around it, pulling and sucking. Coasting along the surface, he watched those expert lips consume him. Up and down they sailed, taking him in greater increments while delivering pleasure.
"Want all of it?" he asked.
Since her mouth was full, she enthusiastically nodded. Her humming brought ticklish delight. Dennis cupped the top of her head and pushed down. With cheeks bulging, Stacy worked her way to his balls. He groaned upon disappearing in her face. They stared at each other the entire time.
Underwater, Melissa stroked Joe's cock. His sizable erection strained the front of his swim-suit. His dick usually stretched his beachwear when swollen. The walls of her pussy locked as she groped that frenzied section of him. Quivering, she wanted him to fuck her good.
Joe was on the same wavelength. Burying his cock in her pink hole was expressly his aim. He eased her bikini bottoms from her hips. Melissa shivered as they descended her thighs. Gazing into the clear water, she observed their departure from her body. Joe exercised the faintest touch. His fingers swirled over her susceptible flesh, creating a flurry of goose bumps.
She reached inside his Speedos. Throbbing, he was at full extension. Eight inches of excitement pulsated in her fist. She ached for the sweet burrowing of that wrist-thick member.
"Put every bit of it in me," Melissa murmured. "Drive it."
Joe aligned himself with her moist opening. In one thrust, he connected himself to her hungry snatch.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, taking it. In and out he slid, filling her cunt. After relishing his arresting dimensions, she humped him back. Joe was like a rock, smothered in her squishy innards. She gritted her teeth at the sizzling friction produced.
He clamped her red bush and shoved his entire self into that hot, sticky center. The strength in his fingers fiercely aroused her. He regulated the amount she received. Joe was adamant about giving her the whole thing. "It feels so good in there."
"It sure does." That solid thing, rubbing the deepest part of her, was getting her off in a big way. She concentrated on the pleasure building from within.
His fingers continued to perform their magic. Her swollen nuggets were between his thumb and forefinger. After an electrifying tweak, he kneaded her ample tits. They were sensitive in his grasp. He even orbited her navel before wending his way to her distended clit. His thumb covered that agitated dot. Gasping, she dug her nails into his forearm while he played with it. For the duration of his jiggling, he steadily boned her.
"Yes," she sobbed as her ass bounced off him. She took stiff cock right up her middle. Closing her eyes, she abandoned herself to that cramming sensation. She enjoyed its wide, satisfying fit. That thing really pried her apart. Her pussy clung to the skin of his dick, catching and bunching it until yielding to his firm push.
Joe manipulated her hot buttons to their mutual satisfaction.
As authorized law enforcers, the men were subject to stress and under tremendous pressure. Frequent exposure to violence and the grim reality of criminal life anesthetized and jaded them. The girls, a release valve, erased that negative outlook in their own, delectable way. Covering their expenses seemed a small price for the tonic benefit they derived.
Pete had his tongue in Robyn's mouth and his cock in Buffy's snatch. Orally exploring Robyn, he stirred her into a frenzy. Buffy, gasping when he drove himself to the hilt, lightly caressed his balls. Her fingers brushed him underwater. The powerful tingling that resulted had him groaning. Robyn stroked his nipples during their kiss. Sexually galvanized, he rammed into Buffy. Her pussy quivered strongly around his hard dick.
"Yeah," Buffy sobbed, her head rolling from side to side. She reflected not the slightest sign of vexation. Her pussy readily swallowed him, its reassuring squeeze bringing pleasure. "Oh, yeah."
"Fuck me, too," Robyn pleaded while he gave it to her. She ran her nails down his back, then scratched his tensing buttocks. "I want you inside me."
Pete disengaged himself from Buffy's cunt. She bit her bottom lip the second he came out, then coasted toward the rocks. Robyn aligned herself with Pete, wrapping her legs around his waist. She guided his bulbous head to her muff before he pushed. Her joy showed as he sank into that warm, cozy slot. Her lips pulled back from clenched teeth and a prolonged gasp sounded.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, shivering around his stiff cock. His balls clung to her quaking ass before he receded. They returned with a slapping force, along with his cunt-splitting trunk.
He pumped her while gazing into her moist eyes. Robyn's smile widened from his penetrating thrusts.
Buffy, eyeing Robyn's swollen nipples, took one between her teeth. She raked the thick stub to her visible delight.
Pete witnessed Buffy's nipple fixation while fucking Robyn. Seeing Robyn responding to Buffy afforded him an additional charge. The water splashed around him as he pumped the shapely brunette.
Larry sucked Cathy until she was a shuddering wreck. He focused on her sweet, thumping button. He enjoyed her wild beat against his weaving tip. He lashed her hard and strong, letting her ecstasy build. Her sleek, tanned thighs trembled around his head. She secured him with shaking hands, combing through his blond hair.
"Stay with me," she whimpered, riding his mouth. "I'm almost there."
Larry groaned at her flood of tart juice. She leaned against his lips and gushed. He drew the excitement from her feverish loins. Cathy tasted like candy, and went down smoothly. He lapped her faster, multiplying her tremors. Pinning back the lips of her pussy, he fully cleaned her. He whisked over her pink pulp. Gravitating to her hard clit, he licked her nonstop.
Cathy's blue spheres curved up in her sockets. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Larry gulped her sugary treat while she pummeled his cheeks and chin. Her breath came up short as her drenched cunt smacked his face.
While she was still recovering from that shuddering round, he climbed onto the rocks. Fastening his hands to her jerking buttocks, he pulled her onto his lap. His tall, rigid cock slid into her pussy. Cathy settled upon him with a moan. Her lips curved as she took his eight inches.
Larry gritted his teeth as that spasming cunt shrank around him. Its twitching affected his breathing.
Cathy rose and fell on him, absorbing him to the root. Her pussy thoroughly moistened him. He watched her snatch devour him. Heat and tension followed.
Dennis studied the pair of lips descending his cock. Stacy deep-throated him. His dick throbbed within her gullet. She came up slowly, revealing the section taken. Stacy's green eyes centered upon him. She sucked harder, drawing him back into that furnace. Her tongue slithered over the vein that ran the length of his underside.
He sported an erection as stiff as his younger counterparts. The ten and fifteen years he had on them bore no impact on the depth of his arousal. Stacy took solid bone in her mouth.
His muscular thighs surrounded her bobbing head. Her thumbs swirled over his balls while she ate him. One hand ceased that exercise, only to brush his dark blond thatch and pet his quivering stomach! Her fingers dispensed an electrical current. She snaked over the thin line of hair that tapered from the sparse matting on his chest, rendering a tingling bombardment.
After several moments of passionate activity, Dennis finally shut his eyes. Stacy's pucker caused him to reach his limit.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered, discharging. Her lips fastened about him, capturing every wave of jism. Her throat muscles functioned. She milked his spurting cock while maintaining eye contact. His senses momentarily dulled. He rested his head on the rocks while she drained him.
Stacy detached herself. Dennis groaned when those sucking lips released him. His disorientation did not prevent her from straddling him. His dick stayed hard, even after shooting. Despite the twenty years that separated them in age, she knew what to expect from him.
Dennis gasped with joy as that pussy closed over him. He loved its juicy grip. He tunneled into Stacy's liquid center, bringing a smile to her face. Her heavy breasts bounced as she galloped on his prickly thighs. Her nipples stood on his rotating thumbs.
Melissa moaned as Joe fucked her. She welcomed that hard, burrowing sensation in the pit of her groin. His muscled arms enclosed her, his hand over her mound. A sob was caught in her throat as he jiggled her clit. No matter how she writhed, his finger pursued her. Whimpering, she couldn't escape it.
Pete reinstalled himself in Buffy. A dazed Robyn stroked her pussy after he vacated it. She could still feel his deep, ramming thrusts, which had taken the wind out of her. Urgency had been behind his every push.
Her nipples tingled from Buffy's gentle biting. Although the voluptuous blonde had an attitude problem, she had mastered the art of nibbling. Robyn ran her hands over them, accentuating the thrill she left behind.
Pete, hunched over Buffy, fucked her with increased enthusiasm. Buffy moaned and writhed from his acceleration. Unfortunately, the water hampered his progress. Pete couldn't cut through it fast enough to meet Buffy's snatch.
Robyn plunged beneath the surface to observe his cock's sluggish movement. The sun pouring through the water furnished her crystal clarity. Gazing between their legs, she noted the heavy shaft keeping the pink lips open. In and out he glided, cramming every immersible inch. His balls smacked her gaping folds. His fingers spanned her butt cheeks, pulling her to him. When he eased from her clench, she saw the amount Buffy had absorbed.
Robyn caressed Pete's sac and the length of protruding cock. Tracing the big vein, she discerned his frantic beat. She explored the coarse texture of his sinew-rich thighs, enjoying Pete's manly weave. She transferred her hand to Buffy's legs, savoring their silkiness.
Buffy humped him with everything she had. Robyn could see she was on the brink of climaxing. Pete slammed into her, keeping pace with her mounting splendor. Suddenly, his dick dislodged and the white globules jetted from the tip. Pete massaged his shaft as he spewed. Robyn witnessed the gooey stream floating through the water. Extending her tongue, she caught some weightless drippage before it dissipated. When all had been consumed, she took Pete into her mouth and sucked what was left from his oozing cock.
Above her, Pete groaned and shuddered. Robyn's inspiration enhanced his orgasm. She pulled on his highly sensitive member during discharge. Wrapping his arms around Buffy, he enjoyed those lips twisting and siphoning his final drops.
Robyn emerged from below, outwardly pleased. She smiled at Pete, who continued shivering. A few feet away, Joe was finishing with Melissa. She dove for his load, too. Underwater, she saw Joe's finger revolving around Melissa's love button, speeding her enjoyment. His dick was jammed in her pussy, jerking wildly. Melissa bucked faster, distinctly getting off on that hard thing. At the moment of climax, they separated. Joe's cum gushed through the water, drifting toward Robyn's wriggling tongue. She guided him into her mouth and extracted his creamy residue.
"Oh, Christ," Joe groaned as Robyn tapped the beads of trapped jism. The sudden attachment of her lips after being inside Melissa was a definite mind-scramble.
After concluding with Joe, Robyn slurped Melissa's tender folds. Melissa shivered at her superb darting. The girl lengthened her pleasure by licking her.
The wails of others, achieving bliss, echoed around her.