"Come on, Laurel, I'll take you home," the captain offered as the refreshed looking redhead came out of the bathroom a half-hour later.
"B-But, I was supposed to go with Dean," Laurel stammered. "He came over and got me and I thought he'd…"
The confused twenty-year-old's voice broke off as she looked around the room and saw the three men – Lucenta, Hiller, and Dean – all passed out on various couches and chairs. They all had drinks near their hands.
"Idiots got roaring drunk, congratulating themselves on the job they did on this film, while you were in cleaning up!" the older cop said disgustedly. "Kids! They get a little good lovin' and a snootful and they pass out like a bunch of well fed pups."
Laurel smiled. Fucked 'em all to sleep! she told herself proudly. Wouldn't, have thought myself able to screw even ONE of them that well just a few days back!
"Well, okay, Cap, I guess you're elected!" Laurel said to the tall, craggy man at her side.
"Well let's go!" Captain Peters smiled, a twinkle in his grey eyes as he escorted the stunning strawberry blonde out the door and to his unmarked patrol car.
In minutes, he had her to the door of her own modest apartment and, out of simple courtesy, Laurel was inviting the older man inside. To her surprise, he accepted.
"Maybe just a small nightcap," the senior officer smiled as he stepped inside. "Nice place!"
Laurel smiled at the compliment, knowing it was outright flattery. Her studio apartment was small and the building was old, but she had done the best she could to make it attractive.
"Bourbon and water okay?" Laurel called from her broom-closet-sized kitchen. "It's all I've got!"
"Well, then, it's perfect!" the captain called back jovially, clearly feeling the liquor he had already consumed.
Laurel brought the two drinks into the living room and joined her superior on the small couch that made into her bed. She handed the captain one and sipped the other.
"Cheers!" the pretty redhead toasted. "Cheers!" Captain Peters clinked his glass with hers and merrily tossed down half of the strong drink.
The older officer grimaced, then smiled as he swallowed the burning liquor. He leaned forward on the couch, looking at Laurel with undisguised admiration.
"You mix a damned strong drink, just the way I like 'em!" the captain smiled at the girl. "Just the way my late wife stirred 'em! Damned fine woman, just like you, my dear!"
"Thank you, Captain!" Laurel blushed, not knowing what the older man was leading up to, but suspecting.
"Yeah, she was built like you, when she was young!" the older officer went on. "Of course, she wouldn't do some of the things you do in the sack… we weren't raised that way back then… but I bet you could do some of the things she liked to do! Even though I might not be so young and energetic now, in my declining years."
Ten days ago, Laurel would have been repelled by the older man's thinly cloaked proposition. The thought of doing anything sexual with a man old enough to be her father would have been utterly distasteful to the near virgin police dispatcher.
But the recent uninhibited, unending bout of sexual education Laurel had experienced during her movie career seemed to have unbalanced her somehow. She actually found herself wondering what the old fellow had in mind. She felt her thoughts straying to the length of his cock. Was it a big one? Was it as thick as Lucenta's had been?
The sexy thoughts flitting through the girls' brain grew hotter as she sipped more of the strong bourbon and tried to guess what lewd behavior the elderly Captain had in mind. The older man sensed her indecision and forced the issue.
"You needn't be frightened, you know, Laurel," he whispered, slipping one hand over her ample tits, feeling the big mounds through Laurel's thin sweater and brassiere. "I'd be very gentle with you, not like those other boys; young men are too eager, too much in a hurry to cum, themselves. Old duffers like me have been down the chute a good many times before, if you get my meaning. We really take the time to please a girl!"
Laurel had to admit, the older man's hand was wonderful on her jutting globes. The captain seemed to know just how much pressure to use on her sensitive tits to really turn her on – and he was working through a couple of thicknesses of cloth! Laurel shuddered as she thought how good he might be if he had her naked, like the other men had!
The man felt her tremble and acted quickly, setting his empty drink down on the table so that he had both hands free to operate. The captain moved closer to Laurel on the tiny couch and put both hands on her lusty knockers.
"Ohhhh, you ARE something!" Laurel cooed as he stroked her hot spikes right through the cloth in a way that completely fired her dying pussy into a roaring blaze again in a few seconds.
Laurel thought she had gotten enough sex to last her a week earlier in the evening, but the older man's hands gliding, feather-light, across her billowy mounds made her reconsider. She didn't try to stop him as he reached under her sweater and undid her straining bra. The old man proved agile too, catching both of her bouncing tits in a grasping palm as they sprang free.
"Ahhhh! Young titties… is there anything as soft, yet firm and tight, as a pair of young, nubile titties?" the captain asked rhetorically as he began to rub the now accessible nipples gently between his fingers.
"Ohhhhhh!" Laurel sighed, incredible charges of tit-tightening fury shooting through her big boobies. "Yesssss! Just like thaaaaat! Do 'em just like thaaaaaaat!"
Laurel lay back on the couch and let the man caress her sensitive mounds as much as he wanted, reveling in the beautiful feelings his strong, yet tender fingers were producing in her rapidly firming tits. Before she knew it, the sweater was pushed up below Laurel's chin and Captain Peters' mouth was on her left tit as his hands moved to her right.
The first touch of the older man's mouth to Laurel's easily stirred breast tip sent a ripple of pleasure clenching through the left side of her chest. The heady thrill echoed and reverberated through her right nub, encouraged and amplified by the man's expertly squeezing fingers on her right nipple. The girl's whole torso was engulfed by hot flashes of tit ecstasy as the man sucked and licked and kneaded her to a quick, violent breast-cum.
"Aghhhhh! Oooohhhhhhhh!" Laurel groaned and writhed beneath the captain's benevolent oral assault, climaxing over and over again to his tender mouth urgings and finger manipulations.
Most men might have been content to stop there, Laurel realized vaguely, her mind too preoccupied with the wondrous sensation of orgasming, without even having her overflowing cunny touched, to think clearly. But the captain seemed to want to wring every last thrill possible out of Laurel's statuesque body. He kept licking her titties, changing from breast to breast now, as his fingers crept down onto her thigh and slowly pushed her skirt up around her waist.
Laurel was on the edge of another cum as he tantalized her. She wanted him to yank her panties down and jam his fingers into her weeping slit, the way a younger man might have, to finish her off in a frenzy of savage finger-fucking.
But the older man was slow, meticulous. He toyed with the girl's thin undergarment, teasing her aroused clit through it with his fingernails, causing the muscles in the back of Laurel's pretty legs to tighten like a sprinter's as she bucked her ass up off the couch in search of the climax her body needed so desperately.
"Ughhhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh, God! Finger me!" the frantic twenty-year-old begged. "Suck my hot titties and finger up my pussy, pleeeeease!"
The captain chuckled at her agonized longings. "Will you let me fuck you any way I want if I make you cum again?" he asked in a throaty whisper.
"Yes, yes! I swear!" Laurel panted, the very idea of a cock entering her frenziedly hungry cunt driving her even crazier with desire. "Fuck me! Fuck me now! Fuck my brains out, Captain darling!"
The older man laughed again and tugged on the girl's sopping panty crotch. Laurel cooed with delight and raised her tits off the couch so that he could skim her panties off her trim, lengthy legs.
"My cock comes later for you, little girl!" he promised, slipping from the couch to a kneeling position in front of the moaning redhead, his eyes boring into her pretty, red-fringed honey hole. "But you cum now… I promise you that!"
Laurel groaned anew as she realized he was going to tongue her pussy, to completion. She had come to love tongues wriggling up into her tight, juicy snatch almost as much as cocks!
"Mmmmmm, pretty, pretty little pussy!" the captain sighed at the splendor that was Laurel's glistening pink cunt.
The older man's tongue lanced out of his mouth and touched Laurel's jutting, throbbing clit just at the tip. The girl whimpered with the sudden, fantastically sharp, electric pulses that surged through the tiny spear of girl flesh. It was as if the captain's tongue was a crackling electrode and he was bent on making Laurel's clit dance like a set of severed frog legs in an experiment.
"Ughhhooooooowwww!" Laurel screamed, a minor cum shrieking through her clitty at that moment, as the old man licked it all around with his spongy, wet tongue.
"Ahhh, ha, ha! Sweet pussy! Responsive little pussy!" the mesmerized Captain gurgled to himself as she came in wild, convulsive clenches right before his leering eyes. "Let's have us a bite… see how it tastes!"
Laurel was still heaving with joy from the quick orgasm she had just experienced, as she felt her legs being crooked over the captain's shirt. She opened her eyes and saw his grey-haired head descending into the pit of her crotch, her thighs on either side of his ears and her legs dangling over his downward moving shoulders.
Wide open to his hungry oral embrace, Laurel gasped as his reaming, wiggling tongue entered her well-honeyed slit and wormed its way quickly into her liquid depths. She heard the slurping suction as the captain gulped down mouthfuls of her spicy oil and tongued her at the same time.
"Oooooooh!" Laurel sighed, her lower body as alive with gathering cum sensation as her upper torso had been a few minutes earlier.
That gave the lovely redhead an idea. Laurel's hands stole up to her breasts and found her pert, upraised nipples. The sex-hungry girl began fondling her nubs in time with the older man's cunning tongue and mouth lunges, the feelings this unholy alliance produced nearly knocking Laurel out with their piercing, super-heated intensity.
"Ahhhh! Ohhh! Ooof! Aghh! My… my pussy!" the stunned girl managed to choke amid the flurry of animalistic pants and gasps she found herself making.
"I-I'm… gonna…ohhhhhhh! I'm gonna…cummmmmm!"
The mountainous set of knockers in Laurel's hands gave a simultaneous jerk that tore the nipples right out of her diddling fingers. The overwhelming fury of her arm was so strong, so large, that Laurel couldn't scream, she couldn't even breathe. She lay open mouthed and gasping, like a fish out of water, as the old Captain sucked the torrent of cunt cum out of her bubbling pussy well.
"Ohhhh, holy shit, what an orgasm!" Laurel managed to pant a few moments later, when the flow of pussy juice had finally ebbed.
"You, as Mr. Jolson used to be fond of saying, ain't seen nothin' yet, my dear!" the captain assured the weary girl.
The older man stood up and removed his shirt. Laurel was surprised at how much muscle tone he had managed to maintain in his chest and arms. The hair was grey over his trim physique, but Captain was in good shape for a man his age.
"Now it's time to face the music, little girl!" the senior office grinned down at Laurel, undoing his belt and pants.
The captain pulled down his trousers and his baggy boxer shorts all at once. The redhead gasped as she saw the hunk of cock meat jutting out from between the older man's grey-thatched thighs.
"It… it must be twelve inches long!" Laurel stammered.
"Twelve and a half," the captain said proudly. "My wife measured it once just after we were married, and I don't think it's shrunk any!"
"N-No!" Laurel gulped, in awe of the tremendously long, thin pecker. It was easily as long as he had quoted her, but it was abnormally small in diameter.
"My wife and I used to joke about her being addicted to 'the needle' – that's what we nicknamed it – but she was afraid of shots at the doctor's office!" Captain Peters laughed.
The needle! Laurel thought. That's a good name for a prick as skinny as that one! Maybe they should have dubbed it the veterinary needle – since it looked big enough to inject horses with!
"How… how do you want me?" Laurel asked cautiously, remembering her earlier promise to let the captain fuck her any way he wished. She was long past needing any more sex for tonight, but she wanted to honor the bargain. Even with a cock like this one, she was sure the old fellow couldn't keep it up for too many strokes. She was sure she could ride him out and give him a nice, easy fuck.
"Get on your knees and lean over the back of the couch, honey!" the captain ordered her as he got his shoes and socks off. "And take those clothes all the way off while you're at it!"
Laurel did as she was told. Naked, she leaned over the top of the couch, legs spread. Seeing Hiller ball her from behind earlier in the evening must have made him want some of the same, Laurel reasoned as she spread her knees wide and cocked her hips upward to give him a good angle up into her cunt.
She felt the weight of another body on the couch behind her and then the nudge of the older man's stiff pecker tip on her juiced-up slit. Sighing, Laurel let her weight easily down, the breath escaping from her lips in a long, groaning gasp as she experienced the longest cock she had ever seen sliding deeply up into her boiling cuntal canal.
"Ooooooh! Captain, are you all the way in?" the girl moaned.
"Not quite, honey!" the older man whispered in her ear, inches more of his prick knifing up into her slit as he did so.
"Uhhhggghhhh!" Laurel gasped, not knowing there was that much cock all in one place in the whole world before now, let alone that it would all be wedged into her tight little pussy!
The impaled girl's cunt worked frantically to grasp the heated sword of man flesh sheathed inside it. The slippery fuck tube tightened until the captain's long tool was encased as snugly in warm, juicy cunt meat as the other cops' pricks had been earlier.
"Ahhhh! What a marvelous pussy you've got, girl!" the older man sighed in admiration. "Tight and slick and hot as the lads said it was!"
Laurel moaned and started to fuck, turned on again by the presence of the steely cock needle punched so deeply into her and the sincerity of the man's voice as he told her how much he enjoyed being in her. The redhead's ass moved in slow, erotic circles, working the man's cock in and out with tantalizing friction.
"Ohhhh, Lord! No wonder a man can't stay with you too long, child!" the grey-haired man hissed with joy. "That little snatch of yours is pure heaven. But I mean to sample some of your other, lesser-known charms. And lesser used, I'll wager!"
Laurel started to ask what he meant as he slowly drew his greasy cock out of her lubricated slit, but he reached around at that moment and began playing with her tits as they hung over the back of the couch. The poundingly familiar sensations started almost at once, and Laurel could only moan with increasing desire and wonder what the old man was up to.
The glorious kneading stopped for a brief moment and Laurel felt the displaced hand cramming a finger up her shitter. She started to tell the captain that she enjoyed being cunt-fucked and ass fingered a lot, but that she would rather just be fucked and have her tits played with, when the hand reclaimed her breast.
The object sliding ever deeper into her asshole couldn't be a finger! Laurel realized with rising panic. It was his cock! Captain Peters was going to fuck her in the ass with that super-long, steel-like splinter he called a prick!
"Noooo! No, please!" Laurel cried plaintively. "I've never done anything at all like this before… and… and I don't WANT to!"
"Ahhh, but I DO!" the captain sighed, appreciating each succulent inch of his cock's conquest of the girl's anus. "Ya see, that was one thing that was odd about my late wife. She was a prim, proper lady, but she loved a dick up her ass better than one up her cunt. And I'm afraid I've gotten to like it best that way myself!"
Laurel moaned again, feeling as if a flaming knitting needle was being forced up her rectum. The captain had more than half his lengthy dong into her butt now, and he was slowly cramming the rest of it inside her protesting shitter. The relentless, expanding pain kept up until the older man grunted with satisfaction at last, and Laurel felt his nuts slap into her cunt mouth as his dick went hilt-deep into her bunghole.
"Ohhhhh! Jesus, it hurts!" Laurel whimpered, her entire body aching now with the same intensity it had spasmed to joy with a few minutes earlier, when the captain had eaten her.
"Just relax, darling', and let old Cap make it right!" the grey-haired man crooned gently into the girl's ear.
Laurel started to tell him that the only way to make it right was to pull his pecker out of her this minute, but the magic hands were suddenly at work on her titties again and an unexpected, sharp pulse of pleasure coursed through her cunt. The helpless redhead gulped for air and rubbed, her pussy against the rough fabric of the couch back, her clit grinding over the cloth.
"Eeeeeooowwweee!" Laurel screamed as a flurry of mini-orgasms tore from her tits to her clitty, her anus grabbing at the hot meat within it with unsuspected hunger. "That… that's not so… so bad!"
The captain laughed and squeezed her nipples, fucking her tight little ass with bold, hard strokes as he did so. "Of course it isn't, lovely one!" he chuckled. "Now you're getting it! Move that hot little clit of yours against the couch while I bang your sweet ass and play with your jugs!"
Laurel rolled her head in disbelief as the tremendous jolts built within her pussy and ass. The two holes were pumping together, like twin halves of a shared experience, and she was beginning not to care which tiny opening the old man had his cock pounding into!
I'm actually starting to like it! Laurel told herself. Right up my asshole – fucking me like a steam drill – and I'm liking it, really enjoying it!
"Ooooooh! It feels so hot back there!" Laurel cooed, as the feelings sweeping through her grew too strong to ignore. "It feels so hot, so slick, so WRONG back there… but… but I'm, I'm LOVING IT!"
The old man laughed and really pulled hard on Laurel's swollen nipples, knowing that was what she wanted now. The time for gentleness was gone. All the voluptuous redhead wanted now was a hard, unrelenting dick pounding up her backside, driving her erect clit into the couch, a man's fingers clawing and grinding at her bursting breast time!
And the captain was right. Laurel scooted her ample ass back to meet each quick lunge now, gurgling with pleasure as the long cock penetrated her asshole and the momentum drove her into the rough couch.
"Ugh! Ahh! Ohh! Yessss! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, you wicked old man!" Laurel gasped, her whole body primed to explode into ecstasy under the pummeling attack. "I'm ready! Ready to cum like crazy!"
The old cop groaned, his prick flying in and out of the tightest, slickest asshole it had ever fucked. "Me… me too, baby!" he managed to growl through clenched teeth. "I'm close! So fuckin' close!"
Something snapped in Laurel's lower torso and the roaring wave of orgasmic bliss she had been expecting suddenly washed over her like a overflow of white-hot lava. The rutting girl squealed and shoots her ass even more violently at the thin rapier drilling it.
"Aaaaahhhh! I'm there!" Laurel wailed. "Cum with meeee! Cum in meeeee!"
The captain gave a strangled, helpless cry and gripped down tight on Laurel's heaving tits, his dick buried in her all the way. A spray of steamy jism filled the young girl's bunghole as the old man's nuts contracted. Jets of the slippery, superheated cream boiled up into Laurel from the rear as the older man came and came in her spasming ass.
"Ooooooof!" the climaxing girl whined, the ocean of cock jizz making her already frenetic cum even better.
There were no words, there were no sounds to express the rapt ecstasy Laurel was experiencing, sharing with her boss at the moment. They clung together, hot and sweaty, in awed silence at their mutual bliss.
It was a long, long time before the captain finally pulled his spent cock out of the girl's loving ass, kissed her gently on the cheek, and got dressed to leave.