Chapter 9
The night was clear and balmy. The stars twinkling from above and the bright moon provided adequate illumination. Stacy lazed in her Jacuzzi with a glass of Chablis, letting the vibrant waters soothe her. Lite rock poured from her speaker system.
It was nice, she decided, to take the evening off and relax. The previous evening, she had been with Joe, John, Larry and Melissa until the wee hours. A second night of shenanigans would have been a bit much. She was thankful for the breather.
The men were working on a new case: money laundering. They refused to disclose leads that they were checking out. It was unusual for them. They routinely confided in the Babes.
Stacy didn't mind. If they kept the details secret, that was their option. It hadn't mattered in the least, to her.
A medley of popular artists entertained her by moonlight. The theme behind each of their songs was love. A smile came to her lips while fantasizing about her knight in shining armor. Given her current station in life, he would not be clad in metal plating, but rather police attire. Stacy, like the other Babes, got turned on by authority figures upholding the law. Their props-night sticks, handcuffs, guns tickled her imagine. Even without those devices, their sheer courage and assertiveness was an aphrodisiac.
She closed her hands while her finger drifted to her clit beneath the foamy surface of the Jacuzzi. Her legs opened as an image took form. Delicious thoughts projected in her mind. She created a scene. Getting arrested, manhandled, then seducing an officer played in tantalizing slow motion.
She traced, then rubbed, the hard button between her legs. A shiver went through her. Shifting water bombarded her highly aroused body. Her nipples stiffened. Positioned before a water jet, she took advantage of its thrilling force.
Oh, yeah, she thought, jiggling. The gentle night breeze caressed the upper portion of her body. The feeling was comparable to immersing herself in a liquid vibrator.
The sketch unraveled. She pictured herself running from a cop. Her clothes came off during his hot pursuit. Her tits flew out of her blouse and the buttons to her skirt fell off. A powerful hand closed over her arm, nabbing her during flight. She came to a stop, breathing hard.
Her finger furiously engaged her clit. She moaned, concentrating on every detail.
Cold metal surrounded her wrists. The click made her capture final. Weighed by the handcuffs, she dropped her arms. It was then that she realized her complete nudity.
Knowing he had her in his custody, Stacy elected to use female wiles. She sank to her knees before him, then unfastened his belt. The officer did nothing to stop her. The handcuffs limited her mobility, yet she managed to open his fly. She ran her cheek up and down his equipment. Her repeated brush gave it strength.
Shivering, she fingered herself. The foamy currents enriched the unwinding fable. Her pussy tingled from her stirring stroke. Gritting her teeth, she softly exhaled. An occasional splash of foam hit her erect nipples. The result was vastly satisfying.
His cock sprang from his pants. She extended her tongue, licking its bulbous head. The cop remained silent. Her lips widened, then came forward. He entered her mouth. Tenderly, she sucked him. She petted his balls and combed through the wiry mass of pubes. She drew strongly on him, seeking his salty male essence.
Finally, she gazed at his face. She wanted to see the outcome of her sucking. The clarity of his features startled her.
It was Wes Krazinski, her old boyfriend.
Stacy's finger froze over her clit. Adrenaline flowed through her body. She let out a startled gasp.
God, she fretted. She had believed she had conquered her weakness for him. Having him take form in a steamy fantasy was a reality check.
The episode at the motel-masturbating him-elicited a startling sob. She had had his cock in her hand. He subjected her to his savage pulse. As his orgasm grew near, she watched his brutally handsome face contort. His cum poured over her susceptible skin. She listened to his animal cry as it jetted from his huge cock.
Her intermission was brief. Her finger returned to her clit. The tingles were stronger than ever. She did not try to displace Wes from the unfolding dream. A lump formed in her throat as she jiggled herself.
It was a harmless fantasy, she deemed. None of it was true. Fueled by the unusual effect he bore on her, she used it to climax. Electricity radiated from her cunt to every nerve ending. His familiar features, marred by tension, intensified her pleasure.
In her mind, she ferociously sucked him. Her lips pulled and twisted on his dick in a bid to drain him. She was in ecstasy.
Yes, she thought, playing with herself. The robust waves collided with her aroused flesh. The door to the room that contained her fondest memories of him flew open and scenes she forbade herself to view came flooding back. She was inundated with trivia, much of it she believed forgotten. That was not so.
Their hottest moments in bed, his passionate kisses, his urgency remained intact as each episode played. She recalled the time she'd stretched out on the hood of his sports car while he gave her head. He once fucked her in a movie theater by pulling her onto his lap without the audience's detection. They had also done it in the backseat of a friend's car while driving-the urge simply seized them and wouldn't let go until they breathlessly separated.
Stacy could feel the orgasm building in her inflamed loins. "Oh, Wes," she whispered, rubbing her clit. "Yes. Do it. Make me cum."
It happened so fast, she hadn't prepared herself for its crippling intensity. Concentrating on Wes's face and body, she took her fantasy to fruition. A powerful, lasting orgasm ravaged her. She thrashed in the water, calling out his name. It automatically sprang from her tongue. The contractions gripped her, causing her to pitch.
For some inexplicable reason, her eyes opened before her fulfillment came. Subconsciously, she was alert to the presence of an onlooker. She vaguely thought one of the men had snuck up on her. They had keys to all their homes, their admittance unrestricted.
The figure of a naked man, standing at the edge of the Jacuzzi, stared down at her. Shadows spilled over his face. She peered at him through the darkness, waiting for the starlight to bring recognition.
Oh, God, she thought, still shuddering with orgasm. It was Wes.
"Don't fool yourself, baby," he said, descending the steps into the foamy tub. "I'm still the one you want."
Stacy was speechless. She did not chastise him for trespassing, nor demand that he leave. His appearance was an extension of her previous fantasy, fleshed out. She trembled as he closed the distance between them.
Wes's arms surrounded her. She shivered in their fold. He buried his face in her shoulder. His warm breath on her bare skin yielded a flurry of chills. He tongued and nibbled on her ear lobe. Gradually, her apprehension ebbed. Her defense mechanism rapidly collapsed.
"I want you," he whispered, sweeping down her back, then cupping her buttocks. He pulled her tight to him until his boner burned against her fur. His pulsations were highly prevalent. "Can you feel how much?"
She couldn't think, nor form the proper words. He rendered her defenseless with his touch. He stroked her curves, continuously reassuring her. His caress afforded her a tonic benefit. Its soothing relief elicited her contented sigh.
He kissed her nape while availing himself of her big tits. Her globes bulged through his fingers. He attempted to contain them. The span of his hands made that possible. Her nipples burned in his palms. His thumb and forefinger held one at bay, sampling its rigidity.
Stacy whimpered from his electrifying tweak. "Yes. Oh, yes. Do that."
Her brain whirred. Images from the past flickered on a screen in her mind. A scene evolved from the parting fog. He had knelt between her legs, busily feeding her his cock. Her furry snatch swallowed him to the balls. While spearing that pussy, his features became increasingly marred. Abruptly, he pulled out and squirted the sum of his excitement on her stomach. Stacy remembered a downpour of cum from that mushroomed head. He massaged his spurting cock, running his fingers up and down the bottom vein. After finishing, he stuck it back in her cunt for more pumping. He needed no recovery period. Stacy moaned upon receiving his hard dick.
She had once installed mirrors on her wall. Wes had stuck himself into her ass while she watched. She writhed on the bed, staring at his jelly-lubricated shaft disappearing into her crack. She achieved bliss while he lowered his cock into her rectum. His balls repeatedly kissed her ass. At the point of climax, he tore himself from her buttocks. Stacy bent herself so that his eruption landed on her poised tongue. She wiped his spent jism over her cheeks and chin.
Stacy drank in his nudity. He had taken off all his clothes by the bushes. Wes's body was everything she remembered. He sprouted a giant. That thing extended from him, thick and long. She could scarcely wait until it was inside her.
He recognized her hunger. "You still want it, don't you?"
She nodded. Her vow of fidelity to the men faded. She couldn't observe that pledge while naked with Wes. Uncontrolled passion propelled her into his arms.
His mouth went over hers. She thrilled at his tongue's exploration. He lightly cupped her buttocks. Locked in his embrace, she grew woozy.
They swayed in the Jacuzzi for a moment before he lifted her and set her on the surrounding cement. Stacy promptly spread her legs. Gasping while studying her pussy, he reflected joy upon seeing it. His warm breath filtered over that nest of dark curls. She tingled strongly in that area.
"I've been yearning to taste you again," he murmured. "I've thirsted for your sweetness."
She wasn't ready for the exhilaration that followed. His tongue wormed into her snatch. She moaned as it descended, washing her trembling walls. Her juices trickled in profusion. His slurps provoked her. He licked her tender pink flesh, one lash at a time. His whips accelerated her gush of nectar. She streamed into his mouth.
Oh, God, she thought, shaking. He improved with time. There was no hesitation in his technique. He darted over her glistening cunt flesh. It melted in his mouth. She sobbed as those hungry lips covered her.
Her legs trembled around his face. Her fingers became tangled in his hair while guiding him. It was sheer torture watching him sift through the layers of wet cunt. None of it seemed real.
Wes did a splendid job. His tongue dipped into her pussy and probed its juicy center. He rapidly wiggled in and out of it. Stacy's head rolled from side to side, her thoughts scattered. He licked her thoroughly, leaving no section unexplored. He siphoned every ounce of nectar clinging to her squishy folds.
At length, he placed total emphasis on her clit. Her luxury intensified. He brushed against her love button with fiery persistence. Her tremors were rampant during his relentless sweep. Securing his mouth, he sucked and throttled that responsive bud.
Stacy couldn't lie dormant a second longer. She wanted to simultaneously devour Wes. His mammoth dick gave her an appetite. The thought of making a meal of it had her quivering.
She threw a leg over his face, then sat on it. Her cunt was inside his mouth. His lips fully clamped her. She swiveled her hips, encouraging his tongue. Wes took the hint and fucked her with it. In and out he sliced, penetrating her spongy core. Her vision blurred; when clarity returned, she gazed at his lengthy shaft. He had climbed from the swirling waters, his dick fully extended. Wes was endowed with an excellent piece of equipment.
Stacy had tremendous affection for his cock. Sucking his big one was her favorite diversion. Balancing herself by the edge, she reached for his giant member. She planted a damp kiss on his bulbous crown. Slowly, she circled the jutting rim. Salt infiltrated her taste buds. She took another leisurely slurp.
His fingers slid into her slick groove and pulled it apart. Into her quivering warmth his tip went. She moaned with his cock in her mouth. He ate her so nicely, she couldn't focus.
Stacy massaged him with her fist. Greased by saliva, he slid smoothly through her vise. She discerned his pulsations. His angry coloring denoted his advanced excitement. Her fingers swerved to his pouch. After petting his balls, she noted their dense content. Wes had been saving it for her.
She covered his cock with sloppy kisses. Her spittle dribbled to his stem. When her bubbly drool cascaded to his pubic nest, she took stock of him. His dick stretched in all its magnificence. He stood ramrod straight, pumped with excitement.
Wes gulped her tangy fluids. She inhaled through clenched teeth during his gratifying wriggle. Her clit was under attack, his assault indescribably sweet. Up and down he darted. His bottom lip exasperated her. She breathlessly settled onto his face. Weathering that delicious bombardment took its toll.
"I'm going to cum," she sobbed. Unable to suck his dick another moment, she arched her spine. Wes's slurping overwhelmed her. He dabbled with patience to the danger point. There was no recourse.
Wes enveloped her trembling buns and dragged them flush to his ravenous expression.
He consumed her in huge mouthfuls. Stacy's orgasm poured down his throat.
After regaining her senses, she spun around on him and settled on his lap. His dick was like rock. She steered that heavy knob to her soaked cunt. Observant of his flinch, she rotated it against her slippery folds. Her dark wisps interfered with his path. She wanted Wes to feel heat, moisture and hair before her pussy swallowed him. When she went over her clit, she shuddered. She hadn't entirely recovered from his tongue.
"Have you given up the fight?" he asked.
Weakly, she nodded. His rounded bulb rolled around her drenched middle. Her feathery pubes got in his way.
"Yeah," he groaned. "You know where to put me."
She completely inserted the head, then pushed down. His cock inched through her snatch. She took him slowly, savoring the initial penetration. Wes slid into her cunt. Moaning, she gave him all the room he required.
"Yes," she whimpered. He smashed his balls to her quaking butt. After relishing the onslaught, he pulled back. His full manhood returned, occupying that trembling passage. She threw her head back, totally exhilarated. Aiming her nipples at the stars, she rode out the feeling. Wes's thighs supported her back, preventing her from flying off him. Their prickly texture-likewise stimulated her. She fondled those legs while bearing down on his lap. His whole cock stood in her pussy.
He enclosed her tits, then brought the nipples into alignment. Rotating his thumbs, he sent jolts through her system. When they were sufficiently swollen, he stuck them in his mouth. He drew heavily upon them. His suck left her woozy.
Stacy humped him slowly, savoring every throbbing bit. Clasping his shoulders, she peered at him. Her tits swung in his face. Her dark eyes flashed. She ran her tongue over her sensual lips. When the excitement became too intense, she veered back and emitted a guttural sob. Up and down his cock she slid. Her reassuring pucker echoed. Her cunt lips repetitiously shrank, then released. She gripped him with all the strength at her command. His dick throbbed in her greasy lock. She pressed down until his balls ballooned at her opening.
Stacy studied him while she rose and fell. His blue spheres dulled with pleasure. He looked sightless for a moment, then regained accuracy of vision. Desire flickered powerfully from his eyes.
He clutched her with those sturdy hands. They enveloped her ass. Wes roughly dragged her to the bottom of his cock, then yanked her to its tip. Up and down she soared. His balls whacked her each time.
She considered his knitted brow. Wes evinced a feral masculinity when extremely turned on. It was as though she tampered with his emotions until the raging bull tore loose. He fucked her back, savagely and without cease.
Wes's features reddened. His back bowed before he dealt her pussy a hammering blow. He slid back and forth, producing marvelous friction. High into her pussy he sailed before jerking back. She loved the attitude behind his thrusts. She felt the urgency behind his delivery.
"Are you there yet?" he croaked.
Stacy anxiously nodded.
He pumped her with all his might. His dick moved heatedly through her cunt. Her clit received some of that sweet abrasion. Juicy noises reverberated when he squeezed himself in her constricted hole.
"Oh, God," Stacy said, shutting her eyes. It was more than she could manage. "Ohhhh."
He was making her cum. The tremors which had been building caused her to shake. He fucked her harder and harder, driving her to the summit of ecstasy.
"Christ," he howled in anguish. "Arghh."
He gushed inside her pussy. She felt his squirts and twitch. She contracted around that spurting cock. Her joy was blinding.
"Now do you believe that I want you?" he quietly asked.
She bit her bottom lip. "Why now, after so much time has passed?"
"It took time for me to get my act together." He nibbled on her ear. "I had to grow up and realize what I'd given up."
Her heart pounded. Sobriety came crashing down on her. It was as though she had awakened from a dream. She had violated her promise by making love with him. If the men discovered her crime, they would banish her from their circle. Oh, God, she thought. What had she done?
"What's wrong?" he asked, reading her anxiety.
She shook her head. "You'd better leave."
"I can't. I won't-not without you."
"It's too late for us, Wes. My life has taken a different path. I'm afraid there's no going back."
"I refuse to accept that."
The sincerity of his expression touched her. Wes had never taken a stand. He seemed willing to fight for her.
"Leave with me," he whispered, kissing her. "Place your home in the hands of a real estate agent. Let them sell it for you while you travel with me. I'm starting a new job for six figures.
We can build a life together." He peered into her eyes. "What do you say?"
Stacy trembled. She had never been forced to make such a big decision.