Carol fidgited on the couch in her living room and tried desperately to concentrate on the television, but each time that she relaxed, she would find herself back in the car with Terry and her thirsty body would begin to glow and her love sheath would squeeze and twist inside of her until she was ready to scream!
"No, I won't think about that," the beautiful young woman whispered fiercely as she jumped to her feet. "It was wrong and I can't let it happen again," she told herself. But as she began to pace back and forth across the living room floor, the satiny material of her robe brushed lightly across the naked flesh under it and that sent sharp, erotic sensations to her brain, sparking a fresh set of dirty, lewd memories to torment her!
Carol stared around the empty house. She'd been so pleased to find it and had taken such care in decorating it, but now she felt trapped in its loneliness. Memories of her ex-husband flitted through her mind and as much as she'd grown to dislike him it was only her pride that kept her from calling him and begging him to come to her.
The beautiful policewoman stopped pacing long enough to stare through the bedroom door at her lonely bed and she started guiltily when she realized that she was thinking of how lovely it would be to take Terry in there and close the door on the whole world! For a moment, Carol lost control again and pretended that the handsome boy was poised between her spread thighs. She moaned softly as a thick trickle of warm fluid oozed out of her puffing labia and smeared across the silky flesh of her thighs!
"Ohhh, you filthy slut," Carol angrily hissed at herself as she hurried into the bathroom to wipe away the evidence of her animal reaction. As she scrubbed at the tender flesh of her inner thighs she stared at herself in the mirror, searching for some evidence of the shame that she knew she should be feeling. But there was no sign. All she saw was her smooth, pretty face and troubled eyes. Being in the bathroom reminded her of how she'd hurried home in the afternoon and savagely scrubbed herself, trying to make her heated body forget the obscene needs that had tortured her ever since she'd dropped Terry off near his home. Her whole day had been spent trying to stop the feelings and the thoughts that had kept her in a nervous, rattled mood but nothing helped and here she was, so lonely and desperate that she would even accept Sergeant Miller again, if he would only call!
The beautiful young divorcee had just come out of the bath when the sudden, shrill ring of the doorbell caught her and froze her in mid-stride. She stared fixedly at the door as if she could see through it if she only tried hard enough. The bell rang again and the strident sound scraped at her jangled nerves, she was moving toward the door before she realized what she was doing.
"Who… who's there?" Carol whispered through the door, aware of the awful hammering of her heart. A deep voice answered her, but she couldn't catch the name. "Who is it? Please talk louder."
"Bixby, Officer Davis, Lieutenant Bixby, I'd like to talk to you." Carol was surprised, almost shocked. Bixby was the last person she would have expected to be at her door. The woman's hand patted nervously at her dark hair as the other hand turned the latch to let the big man in.
"I didn't see you this afternoon after your shift," Bixby said as he followed Carol into the room. "I always like to talk to a new officer and see if they're having any problems." He smiled at her and Carol suddenly realized how much she liked the look of his battered, broken nosed face, he was almost handsome.
"That was… very thoughtful, Lieutenant. I… I didn't have any problems, things went very well." He grinned at her and sat back on the couch, he made no effort to hide the fact that he was looking at her and, for the first time, Carol remembered that she was stark naked under the thin dressing robe!
"Look, its after duty hours. The, other men call me Jake then, why don't you?"
Carol felt her cheeks flush and she turned as if to go into the kitchen, she wanted to hide the fact that she was blushing, this was no time to act like a school girl.
"Can I make you a drink or something… Jake?" She glanced at him but he shook his head and smiled at her. Carol just stood there feeling clumsy and foolish as the big man's eyes moved deliberately over her, his eyes made the nerves crawl under her skin!
"Look, if my coming here has upset you or you're expecting someone I could leave." Carol saw that he was being sincere and she relaxed a little.
"No, its nothing like that Lieutenant… Jake. I guess I'm just not used to having company." To mask her confusion, Carol moved around the coffee table and sat on the couch. Not close to him, but near enough for polite conversation.
Suddenly Jake's face took on a serious expression. "Carol, I had another reason for coming by tonight. I had to ask you something and didn't want to discuss it at the station." Carol felt a little chill stab at her belly, but she didn't say anything. "Has Sergeant Miller given you any… trouble?" The young woman saw that he was embarrassed and liked him for that.
"Uhhh… no…" she said in a hesitant voice, letting him read between the lines. "No real trouble." Jake stared at her with shrewd eyes and nodded slowly.
"Miller's an efficient cop, but sometimes he… steps over the line, especially with women." Jake's gaze dropped away from hers. Carol was watching him intently and when she saw a faint widening of his eyes she looked down at herself to see what surprised him.
"Ohhh…!!!" Carol breathed in surprise. The folds of her robe had fallen open and one full breast was peeking out! The young brunette felt numb. She knew that she should close the robe, but she couldn't make herself do it, her dark eyes moved up Jake's face and their gazes met and locked.
The big man gave her a strangely tender smile as he slowly stood up and crossed the few feet that separated them. The brunette watched him come as if she was in a trance. Jake stood impossibly tall over her and Carol had to crane her neck to be able to see her face. A big hand reached down and caught hers and the trembling young woman made a whimpering sound as she was pulled to her feet.
"Damn, but you're beautiful," Jake whispered, his big fingers running back and forth over the sensitive flesh of her inner wrist. "I think you'd better show me where your bedroom is, honey, because I'm going to have to fuck you in just a few seconds and it will be nicer for the both of us in the sack!"
Carol stared at him. She couldn't speak. She knew that she should tell him to leave, but the words wouldn't come out of her tight throat, then she heard her robe rustle and looked around in shock as her trembling finger pointed to the open door of her bedroom!
Strong hands gripped her shoulders and turned her around. Carol felt like a child as she was gently pushed forward. Inside her mind, the young woman's outraged moral sense yammered as her to resist, but the rest of her refused to listen. Each step she took was easier as the need in her belly gnawed at her.
"Honey, I've had a hard-on since the first moment I saw you. I just have to do something about it," Jake whispered in her ear. Carol shuddered as hands loosened the belt to her robe and pulled the folds apart. He stood behind her and used both big hands to hold and massage her burning breasts. He caught both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and pulled at them, making Carol moan and forcing her rounded hips to jerk and wiggle in ecstasy.
"Unnnnhhhh!!!" Her throaty moan shocked Carol, but the shock wasn't enough to keep her from doing it again, as rough fingers squeezed and milked at her firm, red-spiked breasts. Jake pressed up against her and the excited woman felt his hard staff pressing against the soft flesh of her buttocks. She groaned as her hips pressed back against him and she lewdly rubbed his erection with her bottom.
"Jake? We hardly know each other," Carol moaned in a last, feeble attempt to stop him. But she knew that he would ignore what she said. She wanted him to ignore her and take her!
As an answer, a hand left her tingling breast and worked down over the firm plane of her belly until a fingertip worked through the dark tangle of hair that protected her mons and hooked into her damp gash, the rough skin mashing her swollen love knot until she thought she would scream with pleasure!
"Ahhhh, baby, you're all wet and ready for me," Jake murmured in her ear. "You and I know each other. Your wet little snatch knows what my cock needs and that's all we have to know so let's not play 'not on the first date' games with each other." Carol heard a certain roughness and determination in his voice and the sound thrilled her. She felt her thighs shake as she parted them even further so that he could slip his wet finger in and out of her greedy pussy. Then the finger forced its way into her tight, slick vagina and lifted and twisted, forcing her to make vulgar moaning and grunting sounds as it fanned the flames even higher!
Carol felt him jerk the robe from her and stood passively as he stripped her naked. "Lay down, baby, I'll be there in a second," Jake whispered as he gave her a shove. Carol staggered to the bed and fell on it. She lay on her back, her dark eyes locked on the big man as he hurriedly stripped before her.
"You are one of the most beautiful chicks I've ever seen," Jake sighed as he stood by the bed. Carol barely heard him, her eyes were slowly moving up and down the powerful cock that stood hard and tall against his belly. She stared at his fat, hairy balls and then moved up the gnarled vein roped shaft until she came to the spade-shaped crown. He frightened her. She stared at the huge machine that loomed over her and realized that she'd never seen a man so big, much less let one like that take her.
"Oooo, it's too big. I could never…" Carol's whimper died as he took one of her limp hands and fitted her weak fingers around the thick, pulsating shaft. Without being told to do it, her other hand crept up to join the first and she gripped at him as if she was holding a bat. It was even worse now, just looking at it had frightened her but feeling the monster moving and jerking between her hands terrified her. She felt more and more of her juices squirt out of her as the terror added an awful spice to her arousal.
"No, baby," the big man crooned. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. You can take it, you'll see." Slowly Carol's hands moved up and down the wrist-thick trunk as he put his knees up on the bed and knelt over her. For a moment, she didn't understand what he planned to do. But then she felt his fingers in her hair and realized that he was pulling her face up to his huge glans!
"Noooooo, I don't do that, Jake. Please, its dirty and I can't…"
Carol's voice faded to a whisper as she found herself sitting upright on the bed, the strong hand pressed her forward until she felt her full lips brushing against the velvet flesh of the crown. She heard the determination and the frustration in the big man's voice and felt the cruel shake he gave her head as he pressed her even closer, making her kiss the slick cap against her will.
"Shut up, Carol, don't play virgin games with me. Goddamn it, woman, if you've never sucked a cock before you'll learn now! Open your mouth and suck it!!!" Carol was helpless. He was so strong and so demanding, she knew that she couldn't refuse him. He was kind and gentle, but right now she could feel that excitement shaking in him and it frightened her!
"Oooohhhh God, no. I'll be sick, Jake," she whimpered. Even so, she knew it was hopeless. "Please, I… ullllpppppp!!!"
It was in her mouth! The lovely brunette shuddered as she felt the fat crown press into her mouth and glide over her helpless tongue, the head pressed against the back of her throat for a second and she thought she was going to gag. But the fingers in her hair tightened and pulled her head back a little. She could taste the salty, yeasty tang of him and was shocked to realize that she rather liked it!
"Suck it, Carol. Please, baby, don't make me get rough." The hoarse whisper struck a hidden need in her and the beautiful woman closed her lips tight around the thick stalk that was invading her mouth.
"Ummmmmm, ohhhhhh, yes, honey. Just like that, now run your tongue all over it." The words seeped into her spinning mind and Carol had to obey him. Somehow he'd managed to take her over. He owned her and she had to do what he said. She sucked and licked at him as he ordered and made a groaning, gurgling sound in her throat as the cock began to move in and out, he was jerking his hips and making her work her head back and forth at the same time.
"He's fucking your mouth, you awful whore," her conscience taunted her. "He's using your mouth like a vagina. Aren't you proud and happy about the way that he just came in here and took you, like the whore that you are?" The thoughts stung her, but Carol realized that they also added little sparks of sick excitement as she allowed Jake to use her like a thing. Something deep inside of her loved this and she couldn't stop the grunting, suckling sounds she made as she desperately worked to please him. She loved being obedient and meek with this man, it made her feel better than she had in years!
"Yeah, you are going to be a Class A cocksucker, baby. Ahhhhhggg you can suck like a dream!" Jake's earthy praise should have sickened her, but it only made her need worse. Carol moaned and rubbed her naked thighs together, making her puffy labia pinch and press against her hard clit. She was so wet that it had run down between her buttocks and her bottom felt oiled and slippery as she wiggled on the firm mattress.
"That's enough," Jake said, but the beautiful girl hugged his knees and sucked even harder, not wanting him to pull the delicious knob away from her now. "I said stop, or I'll blow it down your throat and I don't want to do that yet." The fingers in her hair jerked and Carol went flying. Her head hit the pillow and bounced, she would have protested, but Jake was already on top of her.
"Ohhhhh, God, Jake," Carol heard her voice pleading, "be careful don't hurt me, honey, don't hurt me." But the big man didn't stop. Rough hands jerked her thighs wide and then pushed them back until her knees rubbed against her shoulders. The beautiful girl felt trapped and humiliated as her wet sex was held up to him, open and defenseless as he slipped between her thighs and prepared to mount her like a tethered animal. But instead of being upset or angry by the treatment she moaned happily and lay passive for him.
The saliva-slick knob of his prick found the open throat of her vagina and began to worm its way into her. Little flashes of pain darted up her spine as the beautiful woman felt herself being spread and stretched, filled as she never had been filled before! "Good, tight cunt, ahhhhh that's nice, honey, you feel as tight as a fist."
The vulgar praise filled her ears and Carol grunted in humiliated delight as she shook her hips in an obscene dance, helping him stuff the awful cock into her. "Ram me, Jake," she said, her voice suddenly calm and firm. "I don't care if you tear me in half. Ohhhhh God, slam it into me… Hiiiiieeeeee!!!"
Low, bestial, inhuman sounds leaked out of her slack lips and she licked them, savoring the taste of prick that lingered there. The last shreds of her self respect and self control melted as the swollen glans rudely bumped against the mouth of her womb and a shudder that shook her from head to toe blasted her into a vile, animal plane!!!