Chapter 3
"Oh, yeah," Cathy van Tussell moaned as Dennis Austin impaled her on his upright cock. She bit her bottom lip while gazing at the monstrous thing he buried in the center of her blonde fluff. She draped her long, slender legs over his muscular thighs. His chest cushioned her back. Looking down, she saw that he curved into her gaping cunt. His enormous hands enveloped her tiny waist before pulling her down to his wide base. His balls pressed her wet, quivering lips after he completely embedded his big dick.
She stroked his taut pouch and caressed his emerging portion as she rode him. The pair of handcuffs limited her grope of him. She willingly allowed him to link her wrists. They were authentic ones, used in the line of duty. His police uniform, replete with cap, was neatly folded on the chair.
Pete Warner yanked down his boxer shorts and stood in front of her. His cock jutted heavily at her mouth. "Lick it up and down," he told Cathy.
Her tongue stretched toward his bulbous head. The weight of the cuffs handicapped her. He pulsed beneath her teasing flicker. A tear of cum leaked from his tip. She cleaned it with a single slash of saliva.
Pete flinched as her tongue raced up and down the length of him. "Yeah, baby. Soak it. Wet me down."
Dennis groaned as she humped him. Her tight pussy climbed his rigid shaft, then gobbled him to the root. Cathy managed to jointly take them on. She smothered him in a moist, clutching squish.
On the bed, Stacy Wilson crouched on her knees and elbows while Larry Brubaker stuck himself in her ass. She had on handcuffs, too. Larry had snapped them over her slender wrists before applying a generous amount of K-Y to her anus. She purred as he ran a finger through her narrow passage before stuffing it with cock.
"It's so big," she sobbed, clawing the sheets.
"It sure is," he gasped as her rectum gripped him. She nearly crushed him. "Oh, fuck."
Stacy fanned her fingers, then made a fist as he crammed in every available inch he had. She gritted her teeth while holding him in that tiny channel. His golden pubes rubbed her trembling cheeks and his balls strained at her rear entrance. His lazy thrusts physically taxed her and caused dizziness. He pumped her slowly, allowing her to adjust.
Larry clasped her furry mound while plugging her ass. He separated her damp cunt lips, then circled her clit.
The air rushed out of her. Hard, splitting cock entered her ass. Her lips rounded as he drove himself home. His hands secured her waist while continuously supplying her with meat. His dick slid in and out of that tiny hole. Squeezing himself into it, he gasped. Squealing with delight, she shoved herself back and took some more.
The men came straight from a hostage situation. For seven hours, they'd been stationed outside a frame house, bargaining with a psycho. A disgruntled boyfriend, cracking after a breakup with his girl, refused to let her leave. Her screams prompted a call to the police. He hurled threats at them, demanding they leave. His finger wavered over an electronic gadget that would have detonated the house. A demolition expert, he had wired his place with explosives. Dennis calmly negotiated with him while Pete snuck in through the back. They apprehended the man before true harm could be inflicted.
Their mission complete, they rounded up the girls for some effective relief. As usual, the women provided it.
Cathy sobbed as she fucked Dennis. "Ram that cock up me like you said you would. Please. Give it to me."
He elevated himself from the chair, joining with her. "I'm slamming it to you, baby. Come down and take it."
His hands covered her big, firm breasts. Her swollen nipples peeked through his fingers. He massaged those eraser-thick ends with his palms.
Cathy lowered her manacled hands to her clit and jiggled. Pink and wet, she ballooned beneath her revolving digit. Below, Dennis tunneled into her juicy slot until only his pouch showed. She fingered that excited dot while he slid in and out of her, enjoying both sensations.
Pete cupped Cathy's head and aligned himself with her mouth. "Don't forget me, baby," he said before feeding her his dick.
Cathy's lips widened, then enclosed him. Pete groaned as she pulled him into her tingling vacuum. He baked in her sucking furnace.
"Christ, baby. You go so deep."
Cathy merely sucked while Dennis charged up her middle. She loved his hard, splitting cock. His immense hands surrounded her waist, controlling her intake. Dennis fucked her with authority. She felt that solid growth sticking out of her pussy. He wedged himself to the broad stem, then yanked himself from her slimy grasp.
Meanwhile, Pete plunged into her throat. He throbbed against her winding tongue. She used her lips to accelerate his pleasure. Her hands were otherwise indisposed.
Stacy tried staying on her knees while Larry fucked her ass, but his frenzied rhythm caused her to slide onto her stomach. Her knees dug into the mattress as he submerged his whole cock in her butt hole. She sobbed as that dick filled her. He gave it to her slowly, enabling her a chance to savor it.
Larry had one hand over her erect nipple, the other on her mound. He dragged those silky buttocks to him until his balls sat on them. She moved her hips to speed his satisfaction.
Stacy dwelled in a delightfully numb state. At the height of relaxation, she could enjoy his anal probe of her. Although he had a big one, she found the connection rewarding. She seized a pillow and rested her head. The thrill came from being denied use of her hands. The restraints prevented her from touching Larry while he decided which areas to caress. So far, he'd made delicious choices. His electrical contact set her on fire.
Larry carefully watched Stacy. Afraid of hurting her, he didn't want to go too fast. The luscious brunette writhed beneath him, handling his eight inches. Her anus, determined to drain him, locked about his cock. He went a little faster, charging into that snug passage. Her squeeze nearly sapped his will power.
Again, Larry worked her clit. He stayed on it, rubbing her until she trembled beneath him. She swelled and moistened his fingers with her fragrant juices. He whiffed them while plugging her sweet ass. The scent of cunt drove him to distraction.
"Yes," she whispered, vibrating. "That feels good."
His arousal escalated. He slammed into her backside, his cool deserting him. That tight, itchy anus screamed for more of him. He stuffed himself into her ass, groaning as the skin of his cock bunched before easing into her dark squish.
Stacy mewled with delight. "Don't stop."
His twitching finger kept her lust alive. She melted beneath his frantic play.
Pete studied Cathy's tits through a veneer of sweat. He removed his cock from her mouth, then bundled it with those soft melons. Her nipples were poised at the ceiling. Wet from her bubbly saliva, he had the necessary lubrication. Standing on his toes, he charged through her cleavage. He fucked her soft, plump tits. The friction sent a rippling jolt.
Cathy rose and fell on Dennis's lap, stroking the shaft buried between her legs and the one in her cleavage. She could feel their excitement build. Both were ready to explode.
Over her shoulder, Dennis watched her tits clasp and milk Pete's thick shaft. She jammed down on him, swallowing his big old thing to the stem. Her pussy maintained its alternating grasp.
Pete, perspiration dripping from his brow, rocked on his toes. He was fairly close to losing it. Her boobs had him at the edge. They grabbed his cock and precipitated his ecstasy. His bloated crown rose from her satiny cleft, large and red. The gash opened as though she momentarily expected a creamy geyser.
Larry, butt-fucking Stacy, recognized the increased tremors. Reducing his pace did not help. That tight ass brutally pulled on him. The urge to shoot deepened. "I'm going to cum."
Stacy didn't hear him. His fingering made her climax. He absently jiggled her into orbit. Clenching her teeth, she pitched under him. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Larry could feel her cum. He plucked himself from her ass-hole and ran his fist up and down his cock. The spasms ravaged him. He grimaced as hot jism spurted over her anus and rocking buns.
Stacy sobbed as he sprinkled her. His cum ran into her crack and down her inner thighs. Her handcuffs clinked while she thrashed. She suffered a disturbing void where his dick had been. Shifting on her stomach, she rode out the joy that coursed through her system.
Pete yanked himself out of Cathy's sweaty groove. He shoved his dick into her hand and silently ordered her to pull on it. Although she had limited use of her hands, she complied. Within seconds, he squirted. His animal growl echoed through the room as he emptied himself on her tits. Cathy whimpered from the warm splash of cum. She rubbed it over her stiff nipples, despite her metal bonds.
Dennis closed his eyes as he came in her pussy. He could no longer ignore the tension it yielded. He shuddered from her gratifying squeeze.
Cathy removed him before he fully discharged and wiped his spurting head over her clit. The pressure of his knob was all she needed. Stale air whistled through her teeth while she jerked on his lap. Cum oozed from his tip, smearing her love button and blending with her blonde pubes. He remained hard for the duration of her wrenching orgasm. She kept rubbing her clit with his creamy knob until the convulsion subsided.
Having spent themselves, and given the lateness of the hour, the men set them free. The girls could never predict the length of their stay. Sometimes, the men sought only a quickie.
Dennis watched Stacy collect her purse.
"Aren't you going to spend the night? I'll fix you breakfast in the morning."
Stacy smiled. "Let me guess: coffee, Danish and you."
"Smart girl."
"Thanks, but I think I'd rather climb into bed and sleep until noon."
Cathy snuggled between Larry and Pete. A storehouse of energy, the curvaceous blonde looked ready for another round. "Go ahead. I'll take good care of them."
"I'm sure you will."
The drive was mercifully short. Most of them were within fifteen minutes of each other. Stacy could barely keep her eyes open. Her body screamed for rest.
As she pulled in front of her place, however, she noticed a man sitting on her porch. She began to reach for her cellular phone, prepared to summon one of the men to eject that vagrant. It wasn't until her headlights flashed on him that she got a good look at his face.
Oh, God, she thought as she established recognition. It was her old boyfriend, Wes Krazinski. That strong, Polish profile put her on alert. His long, trim body and blond hair gave him away.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, slamming the door of her Mercedes. Her spike heels clicked on the asphalt.
He brandished his winning smile. "Are you glad to see me, babe?"
Stacy wasn't taken by it. She had a long memory. Three years of total frustration eclipsed his arsenal of tricks. "Are you looking for money?"
He motioned to her car. "Pretty imagine set of wheels you have there." He nodded at her two-story home. "Nice pad, too. You've done well for yourself."
She wasn't about to expound. Wes didn't need to be enlightened about her lifestyle, and she was in no mood for his cajolery. "How did you know where to find me?"
"By asking a lot of questions and cashing in on old favors." He walked up and attempted to embrace her, but she took a step back. "Still sore? I don't blame you. I left without leaving a note. My mistake."
She sighed. "Why don't I make some coffee? You look as though you could use a cup."
His mouth practically watered as he regarded her. "We'll have it in bed."
She shook her head. "That part is over. I won't let you touch me."
"Why? You always loved it. I never failed to satisfy you."
Stacy remembered how well, too. Wes had a hard body and a thick sex organ-not to mention a fast tongue. Her allegiance to the men, however, banned her from reacquainting herself with those prized lovemaking skills. "How much do you need?"
"Let's not spoil our little reunion. We'll discuss it in the morning. Why don't I bunk down on your sofa?"
Permitting him in her house would be a major blunder. Wes would try sneaking into her bed when her defenses were down. "No. I'll drive you to a motel. I'll pay for the room, then give you something to tide you over. That's all, Wes. You'll have to find a job. I can't keep paying off your debts."
His face darkened. "Why are you so determined to get rid of me?"
"Because you're trouble. You always were."
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch. She could feel his bulging excitement. His dick was hard as bone. "You want that. I know you do."
Truthfully, she did. Stacy, however, wasn't about to disobey the sacred commandment taken by the Police Babes: no sex with outsiders. "I'm sorry, Wes. That won't happen. Let's go. There's a hotel up the road. You'll stay there, then we'll talk in the morning."
Her rejection shocked him. It was un-like Stacy to say no. "Okay, baby. Tomorrow. But prepare yourself, because I'm going to do my best to change your mind."