They tried everything to save him and he was so tough he hung on for days. But after a second bout with emergency surgery, Ted died.
There was an investigation, but there was never any official hearing. They were being kind, I guess. Oh, not to me – they would have liked to have fired me. They were being kind to themselves. They were afraid of all the bad publicity if it came out in public that one of the policewomen that they'd taken so much credit for hiring, wound up shooting her partner. So they just put me on paid suspension by direction of the commissioner's office and were waiting for the whole thing to blow over so they could decide what to ultimately do with me.
I didn't argue with them. I didn't have the stomach for police work anymore. I was too washed out to go back to some other kind of work, so as much as my pride hated to admit it, I needed the check they sent me every two weeks.
The panties in Ted's hand had turned out to have belonged to the head nurse at General Hospital who was raped that night just before Ted and I took out after the rapist. Apparently, Ted had either cornered the rapist and grabbed the panties before the guy got away, or Ted had found them after the rapist had dropped them while in flight. In any case, the panties in Ted's hand proved that it was the rapist we had been chasing.
Somewhere, for some reason, Ted had fired a shot, probably at the fleeing suspect. When I came onto the scene he probably thought I was the rapist still lurking around and shot at me. I shot back, he returned my fire, I answered with more shots of my own, and the next thing I knew I had killed my partner, who also happened to be the only man I'd ever loved. The thought that I was busy fucking that callow kid O'Hara when I should have been backing up Ted haunted me. If I'd had enough alertness to go with him at first instead of fumbling around like a schoolgirl, we would have known each other's positions and probably would have caught the rapist with nobody hurt.
The idea of letting my cunt tell me what to do and giving into O'Hara was even more disturbing when O'Hara gave a lot of evidence against me, saying I was incompetent and didn't seem to know what I was doing and had abandoned my partner. He never mentioned that we were fucking in the patrol car, but I could only be thankful that there was never a hearing for him to testify under oath.
Sitting around the house with nothing to do, I just moped through the days, tranquilized on all the booze I was drinking and pot I was smoking these days. But the nights were different. The minute I went to sleep and started dreaming, all hell broke loose. I was haunted by an endless replay of the night that Ted was killed. In my dreams, sometimes things would seem to come out okay and I was sure that it had all been a big misunderstanding – but then, at the last instant, something shocking would happen and I would be standing there again with my smoking gun in my hand looking down at Ted's corpse. And then the dream would end with O'Hara braying at me, yelling, "You did it, you cunt, you killed your partner," joined by a chorus suddenly materializing in the background of all the men at the 69th precinct screaming, "You can't trust any cunt with a gun."
Did I blame myself? Well, obviously. But half the problem was that I wouldn't admit it to myself while I was conscious, thereby refueling the fires of my nightmares. My initiative remained paralyzed, my guilt fighting to get free at night and bottling everything up during the day when my emotions were buried under a blanket of drugs.
When the headaches started, I realized that I didn't have the strength to go on without help. They were piercing lances of pain that penetrated like laser beams. Deciding to do something about myself, I turned to the only person I could trust, Professor Higgins. I called her office at the university and made an appointment with her secretary.
"I was wondering what became of you," Professor Higgins said the next day when I entered her office. At first, I was too embarrassed to tell her how I had failed.
"Well… I… uh…" I stammered.
"I'd almost think you've been avoiding me," she said pointedly.
"No… uh… not really," I lied, knowing all too well that I had been avoiding her because I was too ashamed as a failure to face her.
"I think so," she said. "And I'll bet it has something to do with the police."
I looked up in surprise. "How did you know?" I blurted.
"I'd say it was my woman's intuition," she said smiling, "except that I don't believe in that sexist bullshit."
"No, really, how did you know?" I said, grinning back at her, grateful that the tension seemed gone and that she seemed to understand what was wrong in advance, which would make it a lot easier to talk about. I felt a new sense of serenity knowing that there was someone in the world who cared about me.
"Working with a bunch of male chauvinist pigs in a crummy place like a police precinct is hardly calculated to keep a young woman in sound mental health," she said.
"But you encouraged me to join…" I blurted.
"True," she admitted. "But I never said it would be a bed of roses, either. Now, why don't you tell me about it and we'll see what we can cook up to get you out of it."
I couldn't resist her invitation to divest myself of the burden I had been carrying around for weeks, and immediately started talking a mile a minute, telling her everything.
"Wow!" was her response at the end of my story.
"What should I do?" I pleaded. "I'm going nuts hanging around the house doing nothing. And it's not over yet. I'm on suspension, but sooner or later they'll do something permanent about my case and it won't be pretty. I could end that prospect by quitting the force now, but I'm hooked on the salary. Jesus, I'm dying."
"So's everybody else," she said evenly, "some of us just kill ourselves faster. And, my dear, right now you're one of them. You've got to throw this off your shoulders and regain your self-respect."
"How?"
"The rapist is still at large, isn't he?" she said.
"Yes, Ted and I were the closest anybody's ever gotten to him."
"Then go after him," she said tersely.
"What? On my own?"
"Why not? The police aren't doing a blessed thing. From what you tell me, who knows more than anybody else about the habits of the rapist."
"Well… I guess me… you know, working with Ted and all. But Ted was really the brains of the operation."
"But who's the only one living?" she bluntly asked.
"Well, uh… me, but…"
"Then go to it, girl!" she exclaimed, pounding her fist on the desk for emphasis. "If you crack this case, you'll not only avenge the death of this man you say you loved, you'll cement your relationship with the police department so strongly you'll be able to stay on the force as long as you want. Which, I imagine, won't be long when attractive offers start coming your way from all the publicity you'll get."
"Jesus," I gasped in wonder, "it never occurred to me. You're right, I do know more about that sex maniac than anyone. We were right on top of him. But how can I get that close to him on my own, without a squad car, radios, and all that?"
"You've got yourself," she said simply.
"How will that…"
"You know the general vicinity where he's likely to strike, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Then be there."
"You mean…"
"As a victim," she nodded affirmatively.
Well, why not, I thought. On my own I could do one thing the cops never gave me a chance to try, even though I had practically volunteered to use my body as bait to attract the rapist. That would show those bastards once and for all that a woman's body was good for something more than having babies and fucking the old man whenever he got drunk and felt like it.
"I'll do it," I said, getting up and going around the desk to hug Professor Higgins, our embrace quickly turning into one of our patented soul kisses, our tongues darting wetly into each other's mouths like cocks inside twin cunts.
"Then why don't we celebrate?" she said after we finally came up for air, my hand dropping to her breasts so I could feel the sharp points of her erect nipples poke through the sheer fabric of her blouse.
"Right on," I said, squeezing one of her small, hard tits and feeling the engorged nipple pulsing against my fingertips.
"I've got something I've been saving for you," Professor Higgins said.
Before I could ask what it was, she had already scrambled out from under me. She stepped to a file cabinet, unlocked the bottom drawer, and leaned over so that I could admire the rounded cheeks of her pantyless ass while she rummaged through the contents until she found what she was looking for. As she searched I saw that she didn't just have the customary books and papers in the drawer, but also a number of items apparently made of rubber or leather.
Professor Higgins drew out what first looked to be a thick length of rubber hose, a bouncy length of resilient black rubber more than two feet long. By now I had been around to instantly know that it wasn't a hose. For each end of the rubber instrument was shaped like the bulbous head of a huge black penis.
"Sweet fuck," I whistled in appreciation, "a two-headed dildo."
Professor Higgins grinned lasciviously. She clamped her fist around the middle of the long rubber cock. Shaking her fist, the glistening shafts of the prick of my fantasies bobbed and weaved their bulging heads like enraged sidewinder snakes. She took out a tube of K-Y Jelly and began to smear the lubrication over each glossy latex head.
"Oh, God, how does it work, as if I couldn't guess?" I gasped, peeling off my skirt and then yanking down my sopping panties, looking down and seeing the furry mound of my panting cunt thrust forward in anticipation.
"Just wait, my horny little pupil," Professor Higgins said with tantalizing firmness. Rubbing the jelly thoroughly over the twin heads of the dildo, she smiled and climbed on top of the desk. She abruptly pulled her shift dress over her head and doffed it to the floor, sitting there totally nude.
"Climb on up," she offered, spreading her legs so I could get a good shot of her inviting hairless cunt, its crimson lips puffily beckoning me toward them.
I hoisted myself onto the desk, my thighs quivering and my pussy lips vibrating in anticipation, the cream gushing from the inside of my hot cunt.
"Spread your legs – wide! This is going to drive you wild," she promised.
I sighed with expectation and, parted my trembling thighs, exposing the full hairy borders of my dripping snatch, the turgid pussy lips parted in a sensuous vertical pout, the foaming interior waiting to be fucked. I fell back on my shoulders and totally gave my cunt to her.
With her massaging fingers, Professor Higgins parted the soggy lips of my pussy, the odor from the accumulated juice inside my cunt filling the room with its muskiness. Placing the huge head of one end of the artificial cock against the oozing mouth of my cunt, she applied pressure.
"Ooooh," I hissed as the black rubber bar slid deeply into my fuck-famished cunt. "Oooooh, God, drive it all the way through me," I begged.
Professor Higgins crammed about half the long prick into my voracious pussy, watching entrancedly as my cunt stretched into a wide O to receive the sexual bludgeon. "Now for me," she said.
The other end of the rubber dildo curved out from my parted thighs like a real cock, the free end twitching as throbbingly as any man's prick, only bigger, longer and harder. Professor Higgins straddled my hips, squatting over the swinging cock that jutted from my crotch, the slit of her shaved cunt stretching severely to accommodate the monster rod between us.
She smiled at me and said, "Now you see it just like a man does, only you're going to feel it like a woman."
She positioned the greasy end of the dildo against her own frothing cunt, closing her eyes in bliss as her hand forced the huge head through the immediately clinging lips of her spread pussy. Sighing, she lowered her cunt towards mine as the thick rubber cock disappeared up her fucking canal.
"Oh, Jesus," she gasped as her engorged cunt slid down the pole to smack against my pussy, the bursting exterior of her bare snatch pulsing through the mat of my pubic hair and chafing against my stiff clit and slimy pussy lips. Only a thin band of black rubber gleamed outside the slippery lips of our interlocked cunts, the wild tendrils of my pussy hair reaching out to seemingly caress the bare lips and red clit of the professor's pulsing wound.
I gasped as the force of the professor's descending hips drove the dildo another perilous inch into my cunt, squashing our pussy lips harder together, the tingling buds of our stiff clits grinding together in thrilling ecstasy. Looking down between the furrow of my spread thighs I saw that there was no visible sign of the dildo.
The solid mahogany desk rocked with our lust-driven shakes and shivers. Nearly three feet of flexible black rubber had laced our frothing slippery cunts together. The pressure of our hips, was driving each bulbous head of the rubber prick far into both our pussies, pushing hard against our engorged fucking canals and nudging maddeningly against our cervixes.
"Move with me," Professor Higgins rasped. She raised her hips, and with a sucking noise, about a foot of the latex prick slid out of her cunt – and out of mine. The rubber bar glistened with lubricant jelly and the flow from our pussies.
Then, without warning, the professor lowered her hips once more, driving the gleaming length of the dildo slurping back into our agonized cunts, her bare pussy coated with stickiness and slapping against my hairy snatch.
I was enraptured as I groaned and wiggled my pelvis, moving as she had told me to do. The desk shook, throwing erotic vibrations shimmering through the rubber cable that joined our cunts. I thrust my ass down onto the desk top, compressing the spongy globes of my ass against the wood to cause a foot or so of rubber prick to slide out of our pussies. Then I thrust my hips upward again, ramming the hard rubber lance to the hidden depths of both our cunts.
"Oh, God, you've got it, baby," the professor cried. "Fuck me like a man, only better. Be a woman with a big, black cock. Fuck me, Melanie, fuck me with your big, black cock."
"Ooooh!" I responded with a feverish plea. "Give it to me. Cram that monster in me, now! Ooooh!"
Up and down we writhed and wrestled. Our flesh, sweaty with passion, slapped and bounced against the slick desk top. It seemed as though our cunts would split apart as they hunched and pounded their oozing engorgement together with bruising force.
The air was filled with the funky musk of flowing pussy juice, stronger and more erotic than the smell of any sperm as it mixed with the acrid odor of damp latex. The room reverberated with our soft moans and stark cries of delight, with the slurping smack of the dildo sliding through twin founts of soft flesh.
Professor Higgins leaned forward to embrace me, mashing her firm tits against my chest so I could feel my erect nipples rubbing against them through my sweater. Our arms entwined and our lips bruised together in a deep wet soul kiss as we fucked each other in the mouth with our darting tongues the same way we were fucking each other in the cunt with our massive, plunging, latex cock. Our slippery bodies rolled and writhed onto the desk blotter and off again onto the polished slippery wood, my hairy cunt welded to her shaved pussy.
Our hips moved like pistons against each other, fighting the huge, black snake that pinioned them together. In and out of our flowing pussies slid the enormous dildo, gleaming darkly with the twin secretions that bathed its tormenting length. Spreading dampness glistened off the top of the desk, making us slide wildly, our bodies clinging desperately to one another like we were fucking on ice.
Again and again each of us gasped and shuddered as simultaneous orgasms burst through us, flooding our coupling with erotic warmth as we bucked our pelvises against one another in climactic fury. As we came and came again, we moaned through our tonguing kisses.
Back and forth we rocked, like excited children on the seesaw of the enormous black dildo, its heads bisecting each of our creaming cunts as waves of orgasmic unity radiated through us while we groped and rolled on the wood and blotter. By now the top of the desk was practically flooded from the endless discharge of our foaming pussies as the cheeks of our jiggling asses splatted onto the sopping surface, the blotter feeling like a wet sheet beneath us. The wooden desk top was like thousands of tiny ball bearings, sliding us this way and then that way just as though we were on a waterbed, our cunts achieving fabulous positions and contractions that seemed to defy the law of gravity.
Finally, all of the orgasms that had been racking our entwined bodies built into one devastating cyclone of a climax and twisted through us, a tornado twisting our bodies around wildly before ultimately laying them on soft velvet. My cunt clutched the alien force inside me as the towering orgasm swept me away.
At last, exhausted and basking in the afterglow of a perfect fuck, we stopped our seesawing hips and tumbled side by side, smiling at each other in weary bliss and still joined by the rubbery loop of the glistening dildo.
"God," I moaned, "if I'd have come one more time, I think my cunt would've burned out all its fuses."
"I think mine are melted," Professor Higgins sighed and I reached over and threw my arms around her shoulders and shoved my knee gently between her thighs, feeling the slimy end of the dildo slide out at last as the pendulous, drooling lips of her cunt pressed wearily against me. I was grateful that I had one friend in the world who I could always count on.