There was no way we could live on the farm in peace after I shot Duke Slaughter. The publicity was enormous. After all, I, a mere woman, had succeeded in capturing a vicious criminal where half the cops in the state had failed.
The story had made the national news. Curiosity-seekers just wouldn't stop coming on our property to see where it had all happened. The previously isolated farm became a goldfish bowl for Susan and me.
"Let's get out of this place and start all over again," I said to Susan after a few weeks of this. "Move across the country and live somewhere where nobody knows us."
She readily agreed that it was a good idea. However, her rationale went even deeper than mine.
"I think I'm pregnant," my daughter finally confessed, after I'd noticed something was wrong and kept questioning her. "Starting yesterday is the second period I've missed."
"Slaughter?"
She nodded her head. "It has to be him. He's the only man I've fucked. Before him, you and the animals were the only ones I'd been having sex with, That's why I haven't been using any protection."
I couldn't help but flinch. How could everything have suddenly gone so wrong? When it rains, it pours, I grimly thought.
"Mother, are you all right?"
"Sure, honey, sure," I tried to reassure her. But inside I was trembling with apprehension.
One thing was sure. It was obvious our luck had run out here and we definitely had to get as far away from this place as possible. Our life on the farm had turned into a ghastly nightmare.
We sold the farm to a real-estate developer for cash on the barrel head, then loaded our worldly possessions into a van and just started driving. It was sheer flight.
The first couple of days we made six hundred miles by the time we stopped. On the third day, however, Susan developed all the symptoms of morning sickness and we weren't able to leave the motel room until noon. Then, the next day, it happened again.
On the fifth day there was a change in our luck. However, it was for the worse, even though Susan felt fine. In the middle of the most desolate stretch of road I've ever seen, the van broke down.
Neither of us knew the first thing about cam. All we could do was pray for some sympathetic motorist to come along and rescue us.
"When was the last car you saw, Susan?" I hopefully asked my glum daughter as we sat by the roadside in the scorching sun.
"Hours ago," she sighed in something that sounded like utter defeat. "To tell you the truth I can't remember any traffic since we got off the Interstate. I don't even think the Highway Patrol bothers with this God-forsaken highway."
"Somebody will come along," I said forlornly. "They have to."
"What makes you so sure they'll stop?"
"Because it's the decent thing to do," I said with a wavering voice.
"Since when does decency have anything to do with what people do," Susan contemptuously sneered.
"I'm positive you're wrong," I insisted, but inside I was wracked with doubt. My daughter had me feeling as though I were hopelessly naive to hold out a shred of hope.
"Okay," she said calmly, "here's a chance to see who's right. There's someone coming from the east."
I looked to my left. Sure enough, through the wavering lines of heat rising from the broiling asphalt road was the distorted form of something on wheels descending from the horizon.
We waited and waited for the lonely vehicle which seemed to be our only hope. During this interim Susan never displayed the slightest glimmer of hope. I prayed her pessimism was misplaced.
Then, gradually, the motorist neared us. It was a truck. We could see the exhaust of the diesel trailing behind the cab.
I waited breathlessly. Susan, on the other hand, was as cool as a cucumber. She apparently had no doubt how things were going to turn out and wasn't about to excite herself unnecessarily.
"Here it comes," I said with a false show of confidence, and stood up to stretch my thumb in the standard hitchhiking gesture.
Suddenly the cab of the truck was filling up the road. I could see the driver's face as clear as day. He didn't even look my way.
"There it goes," Susan noted glumly.
He hadn't even slowed down. It had been like we weren't even there.
"I hope you're satisfied," I turned and snapped at my daughter, as though she were somehow responsible for the selfishness of the trucker.
"I didn't make the world," she reminded me. "I'm just a realist. People are no damn good-you're not going to get anyone to do anything for you unless they think they're going to get something in return."
I slumped to the ground.
We had to wait at least another hour before a new speck appeared at the top of the horizon. By this time I was just as cynical as my daughter, but willing to make it work to our advantage. With a pregnant daughter as my responsibility, I was prepared to humiliate myself, if need be, to get us to safety.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Susan asked as the approaching car came nearer.
"The only thing I can," I replied, unbuttoning my blouse without hesitation. "If we want a ride, at least one of us is going to have to stop having such a defeatist attitude and work at it."
Her eyes grew big and round as I tossed the blouse to the roadside and started unhooking my bra. For the first time since the van had broken down, Susan's face was showing something besides resignation.
"Mom, are you doing what I think you're doing?" she asked with a kind of awe.
"You're damn right," I replied, sending my bra fluttering into the air like twin parachutes so my bare tits were hanging from my chest. "If the next driver is a man, I'd like to see him pass us by without looking after I'm stripped."
"But he'll think you're willing to have sex with him just for a ride," Susan protested.
"If that's the way the world works, then I'll just have to adjust to it," I summed up the dilemma. "When you're drowning, the worst thing you can do is struggle-and the way I look at it we re drowning on dry land,"
She thought about it while the car drew nearer and I went to work removing my panties from beneath my skirt. My plan was to stand in the middle of the highway and lift my hem, flashing my pussy and jiggling my breasts in plenty of time for the driver to stop.
"Then you're determined to do this, Mother," my daughter nervously concluded.
"Just watch me," I replied over my shoulder, as I walked out into the middle of the highway.
There, in plain view, I straddled the white line and hoisted my dress to my waist. Right away I could feel the sun baking against my exposed crotch. The solar rays were glimmering off the sleek triangle of my sweaty muff.
Here came the car. It must have been doing ninety. By the time I could make out its dimensions it was too late to get out of the road.
"Mom, look out!" Susan shrieked in alarm. "It's a cop!"
As if I couldn't see the lights on top and the black and white exterior. It was probably the worst choice I could have made for my desperate stunt, but it was too late to back out now.
In a split second of terror I could see the face of the driver. His expression turned to incredulity and then alarm under his ten-gallon hat. Then his teeth ground together as he frantically twisted the wheel to the right to force the cruiser off the road and try and keep from reducing me to a grease spot. The squealing of the brakes seemed to ricochet through the air.
The next thing I knew I was enshrouded in a blinding swirl of dust. The acrid stench of scorched brake lining hit my nose like smelling salts.
When the flying dirt settled down and the view was clear, I sighted the patrol car in a ditch. A frantic Susan was pulling open the door on the driver's side, trying to see if anyone was injured.
"How… how does it look?" I anxiously called.
"There's two of them!" Susan yelled back.
"They're both out cold."
"Any blood?"
"A little. But it only seems to be from cuts where their heads bounced against the dashboard and knocked them out."
I walked over to the wreck. Considering the speed at which it had been traveling, it was a miracle the car wasn't tipped over or demolished.
"What'll we do?" Susan wanted to know. "If we stick around they'll find us here."
"But there's no place to hide," I pointed out. "The nearest cover is in those mountains ten or twenty miles away. We've got to make a stand to save ourselves. It's the only way out of this."
It was clear that Susan had no idea what I was talking about. How do two apparently helpless women make a stand against two armed Highway Patrolmen?
Despite my scare, however, I was brimming with confidence. If I was willing to flash my tits and pussy in the path of a speeding car just to get a ride, I was willing to do even more to keep Susan and me out of jail.
"Mother, what are you doing?" Susan gasped with astonishment, as I brushed past her and knelt by the side of the unconscious driver of the patrol car.
She had perfectly good reason to register alarm. I was unzipping his fly.
"It's the only way," I assured her. "We've got to fix it so that when they come to there are no complaints."
"How is taking off his pants going to accomplish that?" Susan wailed.
"Very simple. If you were a man and woke up with a naked woman servicing your prick, would you be angry?"
"No," she admitted. "I'd probably think I'd died and gone to heaven."
"Good girl," I chuckled as I slid the patrolman's trousers and underpants down his legs so I had access to his exposed cock and balls. "This is survival time. We're either winners or losers, Susan. Which do you want to be?"
"A… a winner," my daughter stammered, in awe of my firm resolve.
"Then open the door on the other side of the car," I snapped without hesitation. "Pull down the other guy's pants and start blowing him the way I'm going to do to the driver as quickly as I can wrap my lips around the head of his dick."
If Susan had any doubts I meant business, I immediately dispelled them by shoving my face into the Patrolman's bare crotch. Right away my mouth had engulfed his flaccid genitals.
My daughter was no dummy. She caught on that she had no other choice.
Suddenly her clothes were peeling from her young body and she was even more naked than I. To match her, I removed my skirt. Then both of us began sucking cock in earnest.
"How's yours, Mom?" Susan asked after a couple of minutes of noisy slurping.
"Salty," I replied. "These guys must sweat a lot." "You said it. My cop's dork tastes like a slab of bacon," my daughter giggled. "Is your guy getting hard?"
"I'm making some progress," I reported. "I'd say I've got him up to about a semi."
"Same here. I'm betting this dude'll go about ten inches when he's completely hard. How big does yours look, Mom?"
"The same. Having a big cock must be a requirement for being a Highway Patrolman in this state."
"I'm sure the taxpayers will be happy to hear that," Susan laughed, and then resumed sucking.
With the kind of fervent suction we were applying, it was only a matter of time before Susan and I produced two hard-ons with our oral magic. The two guys on whom we were chewing down would have had to have been dead to avoid responding with turgid erections.
Their pricks grew and grew. When I was on the verge of gagging with mine, I glanced over and saw that my daughter's cheeks were bulging. It was too late to back off now.
My lips were nuzzling balls when my cop's cock finally unfurled to its full extent. Now the question was whether I should continue this way until he came in my mouth, or up the ante. Needless to say, Susan had to be thinking the same thing.
I knew it was my place to lead. After all, I had provoked this affair, so the responsibility for its conclusion rested on my shoulders.
Sliding the Patrolman's stiff dick from my mouth, I hopped up on the seat and sat on his lap, facing him. There was only one sure-fire thing to do.
And that was to fuck him.
Clutching his prick, I slid the knotty crown against the dangling lips of my spread pussy. The sensation of male meat against female meat automatically caused my snatch to gush. When I looked down, the cop's pubic hair was glistening with my dripping cunt juice.
Susan quickly followed suit. The head of her cop's cock sliced through her wispy pubic curls and pressed against her clitoral region. She was already moaning.
"Let's fuck the shit out of these guys," I groaned. "No point in pretending we have any other choice."
I introduced my cop's hard-on into my gaping cunt without further ado. My cunt was so soft and squishy that penetration was immediate and complete. I was sitting on a full ten inches of peter before I knew it.
Just a jump behind her mother, Susan was doing as well. The fit was a little tighter in her sixteen-year-old cunt, but that didn't stop her. let's face it, my daughter knew how to fuck just as well as I did, We started. going up and down like pistons, Susan's loins lifting when mine plunged, and vice-versa.
"Mine's stirring," Susan interrupted. "I think he might wake up. What should I do?"
"Get rid of his gun," I directed. "The only thing you want him to shoot you with is his dick."
She plucked the.38 special and threw it as far as she could across the sand. I did the same with my man's gun.
Now both cops were squirming. The way I had it timed, they would surge to consciousness just as their dicks were spurting in our cunts.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck," I spurred us on.
"In-and-out, in-and-out," Susan elaborated.
We were screwing faster and faster, bouncing up and down on the cops' cocks like we were performing on a trampoline.
The loins of the cops were literally bucking by now, meeting our every thrust with surges of their own. On the downstroke penetration was total. It was deep, deep fucking.
Then, suddenly, a rough pair of masculine hands seized my waist, holding me at full insertion. When Susan came down, the same thing happened to her.
We both looked down and simultaneously stared into open eyes. The Highway Patrolmen had been fucked awake at last. Now it was time for the true test of our femininity.
My guy automatically reached for his gun. I couldn't help laughing when he grabbed a handful of empty holster.
"Your pistol's right where you want it," I said teasingly. "Go ahead and shoot me."
With that, I clenched the muscles of my pussy harder than I ever had in my life.
Yes, I was being come in. The head of my cop's cock was bursting. liquid chunks of molten lead were blasting to the depths of my cunt. It was target-practice time in my fuck-hole.
"You're a real sharpshooter, aren't you?" I moaned to the stunned patrolman writhing beneath me. He looked like a confused chicken. Nothing in his law-enforcement training or experience had ever prepared him for a moment like this.
Susan's quarry was just as humorous. Trapped by a teenage pussy, he was as helpless as a baby despite the muscles bulging under his shirt and knotting his splayed. legs. A sixteen-year-old girl had laid him out like a rug.
"Has he come in you yet?" I asked.
"Like a hydrant," she joyously informed me. "I can't imagine being fucked by a better cock."
"Me neither," I called back
"What do we do now?"
"Make a deal," I tersely stated. "The least these clowns owe us is a ride to the next town."
"But I think they want to arrest us," Susan giggled, looking down into the confused eyes of her prisoner.
"Then I'm sure the judge will be interested in our accusation that they raped us," I said. "They'll be hard put to explain the medical report of fresh semen in our cunts."
"Too bad," Susan sighed facetiously. "Two splendid law-enforcement careers nipped in the bud because of lack of self-control. And all because our pussies are so irresistible."
Our two hostages were fully awake now, but still speechless, With no guns, and imprisoned by their cocks, they were helpless. Susan and I had succeeded in turning a seemingly hopeless situation into one of total female dominance. After all our bad luck lately, it felt as good as hell.
Then Susan came up with something that was so ingenious it made my head swim with admiration. "I'll bet if we let Mutt and Jeff here fuck us in the ass they'll even let us drive this heap ourselves back to town," she said.
"Why not," I agreed. "My crime-buster's cock is still as hard as a rock. How about yours?"
"Like steel," she informed me.. "My asshole's already itching for some action."
"Then let's do 'er!" I exclaimed, popping my cop's prick out of my twat and guiding it back a notch.
The stony head of his cock felt even better against my asshole than it had against my pussy. The shit was already gurgling in my bowels in anticipation of a maximum probe, and I could hear Susan's doing the same.
The Highway Patrolmen were gasping continuously now.
Except for their cocks, our pair of Smokies was as weak as kittens. There was absolutely nothing to stop Susan and me from copping an ass-fuck if we wanted to.
We wanted to.
"Mmmmmm, I'm sticking his cock in my butt," I informed my daughter. "It's even tighter than it was in my cunt."
"Same here," she reported. "I wonder if they'll be able to come again so soon."
"If they don't they'll have to walk back to town," I laughed. Then, for emphasis, I snatched the keys out of the ignition and jiggled them noisily in my hand, just to show who was in charge.
We went to work getting it on. Content with my daughter and the farm animals for well over two years, it had been a long time since a human hard-on had fucked my tightest hole. It was a delight to sample some hetero ass-fucking after so long a drought. Men were jerks, but there was no denying the sweet power of a stiff cock in the right place.
"Oh fuck me, you big stud!" I groaned excitedly. "Fuck me in the ass!" Susan was just as demonstrative, but with guttural rasps and murmurs rather than words. As far as I knew, this was her first cornholing, but she was going at it like an old pro. My daughter never ceased to make me proud of her.
"Deeper, deeper!" I implored the cop pinioned beneath me. "Fuck my shit!"
I could feel the thick inches sliding within me. And when I looked over at Susan, I could witness them doing the same in her butt.
Then nuts were squashing against our grinding buns. Both cocks were in our rectums to the hilt. If my daughter was feeling what I did, the head of her cop's cock was blasting the chunks of crap loose from the walls of her spasming colon.
"Come, come, you bastard!" I cried. "Make me shit jizz for a week."
I reached down and grabbed his scrotum. Susan did the same to her man. We both squeezed for all we were worth. It's a man's world until some horny woman grabs hold of his nuts.
"Arrrrgggghhhh," was the first sound my victim made. Maybe it wasn't a word you can find in the dictionary, but its meaning was perfectly clear to me.
His balls were boiling.
Susan's prey put in his two cents' worth, too. Only he groaned, "Unnnnhhhh." The message, however, was precisely the same. Trust a woman to know.
Okay, time for the crunch. The vise-like sinews of the female asshole don't allow for much lingering. The friction they produce is so intense that no cock can go without shooting its wad for long. Buggery is guaranteed cummery.
I felt my cop's prick expand that tell-tale extra inch in my anal fuck-pit that always spells imminent ejaculation. When Susan rockily bumped, I knew she was experiencing the same sensation.
We squeezed their nuts one more time, just for good measure.
We may have gotten the drop on them, but our two crime-stoppers proved once and for all that they were no slouches when it came to the truly important things in life. Crooks may have had a better than even chance of eluding them, but a tight female asshole would have to take its medicine.
Thick, goopy medicine. Hot medicine. Cum on prescription!
The scalding jizz flooded both our colons. Then, when our bowels were compacted with liquid, the flow reversed itself. Now the spunk was squirting out of our asses as fast as it had poured in. The front seat of the car was suddenly a swamp.
My daughter and I were anally orgasming to beat the band. If a climax in a woman's cunt is dynamite, one in her rectum is a hydrogen bomb.
The ride to town? Well, after we were finished ass-fucking, Susan wanted to handcuff the cops with their own irons and make them think we were taking them into headquarters on a citizens' arrest for raping us. I, however, prevailed.
Tom and Harry, as their names turned out to be, courteously transported us to a garage, telling us about their wives and kids on the way. Harry, the one who had fucked Susan, had a daughter the same age as Susan, Never, before had I realized that policemen are people just like the rest of us.