“Fucking Christ,” he panted. “I want to fill you with my hot jizz!”
"Then fuck me harder and fill me up!” she moaned, clawing his back.
Steve tilted his hips so his stick slapped her insides at a different angle, making her cum again. She screamed as squirmed beneath him, begging him to shoot his spunk inside her. “Oh, oh, ooooohhhhh,” she panted. “Cum inside me! I need your hot cum! PLEASE!” Her nails dug into his cheeks and she screamed. “Give it to me! Fuck me harder...harder...HARDER...OHHH!!”
Steve continued plowing her pussy as her tits flew around in tiny circles. He clamped his lips at the base of her neck as his body jerked and spasmed, filling her fuckhole with blast after blast of his hot officer’s honey.
They collapsed together, and then lay side by side in silent embarrassment. Eventually, Rachel rose, and then traipsed off toward the kitchen, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth.
Officer Randall took the washcloth. “I have to get going,” he said, cleaning his sloppy cock with the warm cloth, then setting it on the table and pulling his pants on. “I’m still on duty.”
“It's ok. I still have to clean the apartment and get ready for my finals.”
Officer Randall smiled and said, “Thanks for everything, Rachel. Let me know if you need anything. You can call my line direct.” He handed her a card and she looked at his name printed on the front: Officer Steve Randall.
Rachel decided she wasn’t quite finished.
“I'm sure I'll need that big cock of yours again,” she said, rubbing her hands on his dick and bringing her lips to his. She kept her mouth on his lips and her hand on his shaft until she felt it harden again.
“I really have to go,” he said, pulling away and putting his hand on the doorknob.
Rachel took his hand and moved it to her still naked tit. He rubbed his finger across her hard pink nipple, and then moaned as she started rubbing his cock faster.
“I could really lose my job,” he said.
“Please,” she purred, dropping to all fours and raising her ass in the air to give Officer Randall a clear few of her swollen cunt.
That was enough for Steve. He pulled his pants down, and was swiftly entering her slit from behind a second later. He shoved himself inside her with deep, continuous, nearly savage strokes as she moved from moan to bellow.
Officer Randall reached down and started rubbing Rachel’s clit, then, with his fingers full of pussy juice, he smeared them into her asshole, lubing it up before slipping a finger inside and finger fucking her shithole while he plowed her from the front.
Rachel rubbed her slit in time with his thrusts, her pussy pounding as she came again, even harder than before.
“Oh my GOD!!” she screamed. “Keep fucking both my holes!”
Steve wormed a second finger into her tight asshole, and then groaned uncontrollably as her pussy tightened around his dick.
Rachel kept rubbing her pussy, faster and faster. “Fuck me harder!” she screamed, cumming again.
Steve pulled his digits from her dirthole, then grabbed her hips and furiously rammed her until he shot a second massive load into her still spasming sophole.
Rachel was amazed at how quickly he’d come the second time, faster than the first. He pulled his dick from her still dripping hole, and then fell back onto the floor, breathless.
Steve went to the table, grabbed the washcloth, and cleaned his cock a second time, then pulled up his pants and helped Rachel to her feet.
He kissed her again, twisting her nipples as he did.
“Do I have to rob myself to get you to come back?” she teased.
Officer Randall shook his head. “This is my beat. I'll be sure to come back by for a visit soon.” He grabbed her ass and pulled her into him one last time, then left the apartment with a final, “Good luck on your finals!” before closing the door behind him.
Rachel didn’t know if she’d ever see Officer Randall again or not, but that fuck had definitely been the hottest of her life. She plopped on the couch, looked around the chaos of her cluttered apartment, and wondered how small a fire would have to be to get just one fireman over.
XXX
Officer Voyeur
The day Georgia got caught fucking Eugene by the dumb hick voyeur asshole cop, also ended up being the first day she ever ended an evening with a dick hanging halfway out of her ass.
Eugene had been trying to get Georgia to fuck him outside for most of the year they’d been together, ever since she first spread her legs wide so he could play hide the hambone. He kept begging, but she kept saying no. She kept saying they’d get caught and he kept swearing they wouldn’t.
Georgia finally said yes. They got caught and the two of them had to pay the piper, though the piper was, of course, a dumb hick voyeur asshole cop, though he wasn’t the one who ended up with a dick hanging out of Georgia’s asshole. That luxury belonged to Eugene, since fortune was nice enough to give him two dreams come true in one night.
Both Georgia and Eugene were still young enough to pretend like they didn’t know any better about most things. But, Georgia knew she’d likely one day get her cornhole creamed, even though she insisted she wouldn’t, and she knew she’d probably be fucking under the big blue yonder one day, too.
It was hotter than a hog’s asshole in the middle of an early August evening when Eugene said, “Let's hit Dawson’s Dairy and get some ice cream.” He was flying past the border of their shithole town and soaring into the next one – going from a one horse hickville to a donkey burg with a population barely tapping triple digits.
He swung into the parking lot. After getting out of the F150, they went inside and let the cool air-conditioned air lick their bodies, then ordered themselves something to melt their hot lips on. They bought two and half dollars worth of ice cream then got back in the F150. All the licking was getting them hot and heavy, and it was only five minutes after Old Man Jameson handed Georgia her sugar cone when Eugene found enough of his balls to ask Georgia straight out again if she’d let him fuck her outdoors.
Of course she said no.
“Why not,” he begged, throwing her his giant ochre colored eyes. “It’s plenty isolated. Ain’t no one gonna find us.”
“No way, Eugene! I've told you, I'm not gonna do that. We can fuck at your place or mine, but we’ll get caught if we do it outside.”
Georgia was dead set against having sex outside, and plenty tired of getting asked. Sure, the idea was hotter than a fireman’s ax, but she was terrified they’d end up in trouble. Georgia had never had so much as a speeding ticket, and cops on both sides of the border were real dicks.
But Eugene kept begging until Georgia started feeling bad, almost like she was sorry for him, seeing how much he wanted it. Finally, Georgia agreed to give him a hummer and swallow his load if he would just quit his begging. Eugene smiled that giant, stupid grin of his. He found a place to pull off the road, parking his F150 behind a big abandoned barn.
Georgia was barely finished with her ice cream when she started shedding her inhibitions. She was feeling safe, knowing the truck was away from the road. She scooted across the seat, unsnapped Eugene’s shorts, then curled her fingers around his quickly fattening dick.
“Please, baby,” he kept begging, “There’s no one around us for miles. It’s just the two of us and I want to fuck you so, so bad. Pretty please, can I. With your cherry on top?”
He laughed, and she laughed back, but still said, “No,” as she continued stroking his shaft. “We can go to your place if you wanna fuck.”
“I can’t wait that long, baby!”
“I already said I’d swallow your cum,” she cooed. “Or you can spray it all over my tits.” Georgia stopped stroking, then lifted her tank top and unhooked her bra so Eugene could stare at her rosy pointed nipples.
“No, baby, now I gotta FUCK YOU!”
He unzipped her shorts, and put one hand on her panties and the other on her bare thigh, knowing i
t was Georgia’s favorite place to get touched, at least outside of her soaking wet silt.
Eugene started rubbing her thighs with both of his hands, with her barely mumbling objection as he pulled her daisy dukes the rest of the way off. She was squirming and squealing until he finally got what he wanted, and she started craving his cock like it was filled with lemonade.
“Alright,” Georgia finally agreed. “Fuck me fast!” She looked across the street and added, “I can't believe you talked me into this!”
“Relax,” he said. “I promise you’ll never forget it.”
Of course, Eugene was right.
He got out of the car, then went to the bed and pulled out a large red, white and blue beach towel from the back.
Georgia smiled as Eugene laid it on the grass. He said, “To show you how safe we are out here, I’m gonna get fully naked right now,” then stripped to nothing as Georgia stared at his pipe hard cock, suddenly wanting it inside her, maybe even more than she ever had before.
She was out of the truck and flat on her back in seconds. The full moon seemed to be winking as Eugene gently climbed on top of her, then guided his cock into her slippery, soaking hole.
Eugene fell into a fast, steady rhythm, and Georgia started bucking her sweet peach against him, slapping the flat of her stomach and wiggling her ass as he sloshed inside her. Eugene started gentle, like he always did, but was quickly sliding in and out of her, swiveling in circles and slamming into the sides of her pussy.
Georgia wrapped her arms around his ass, and pulled him deeper inside her. She couldn't wait for him to shoot his thick load of hot cum inside her. “Oh, Eugene!” she screamed.
“You like fucking outside, baby?”
“OOH! Fuck, YES!!!”
She was screaming at the top of her lungs as he pounded away at her pussy. Georgia’s eyes were squeezed tight, until she sensed the sudden brightness that wasn’t coming from the moon.
She opened her eyes, as the giant cop shined his flashlight on their naked bodies.
“Oh shit!” Eugene cried, pulling himself from her pussy.
The cop was standing three feet away – the two of them too busy fucking to notice his approach.
Georgia was horrified, covering her cunt with one hand and tits with the other. The cop looked like the usual asshole; about six foot tall, maybe six and a half though he might’ve just seemed like a giant with the two of them on the grass. He had a crew cut, and looked like he was maybe in his early 20’s, and had been a cop for 10 or 15 minutes.
He sneered. “Looks like I caught myself a pair a sweetie pies fresh from the oven!”
Officer Cockface stood above the both of them, smirking. Eugene trembled beside Georgia, their two hearts racing toward explosion. Georgia was terrified, and humiliated. Eugene was likely melting under the heat of Georgia’s I told you so.
“Get up,” the officer growled. Georgia stood and he growled again. “Move your hands, baby face.”
She was naked as a minute in the shower, ashamed under the officer’s spreading leer. He kept smiling as he put the pair in silver bracelets, then forced them into the backseat of his cruiser. Eugene turned to Georgia and said, “Don’t worry, sweetie, this can’t be serious. We’ll probably just get ourselves a ticket.”
But it looked like Eugene was wrong. The officer was an asshole, and didn’t waste more than a minute before proving it. He climbed into the front of his cruiser and said, “You two are in a helluva lot of trouble. You’ve been caught red-handed having sex in public.”
Then he turned to the back seat and grinned. “But I want you to know I understand, and really don't want to see you two in any trouble.” He smiled with mock sympathy and said, “You know, I was young once, too,” as though he wasn’t five minutes older than them, then added, “So maybe we can figure something out.”
Georgia figured she knew exactly what the fucking asshole wanted, but it turned out she was wrong.
“I’ve gotta admit, watching you two back on the grass sure did give me one helluva chubby, so I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I let you finish what you started. Then you let me watch, and we’ll forget about the entire thing.” He winked. “Now, how does that sound?”
Georgia and Eugene exchanged glances, figuring they didn’t have much of a choice. They were naked, and sitting handcuffed in the backseat of a police cruiser, while Officer Cockface sat up front with his hand down his pants.
Of course they agreed. Georgia was surprised to find herself still wet, and getting wetter, maybe even turned on by the thought of someone watching Eugene thrust her into another scream.
Unfortunately, as turned on as Georgia may have been, Eugene was suddenly sporting sponge cake. They were back on the grass, and he was on top of her, but you can’t lay pipe when it bends in the middle. The cop stood above them, cock in hand, slowly stroking himself. “This deal don’t work if the two of you don’t get yourselves to fucking,” he said.
“I can’t do this,” Eugene whispered.
“Sure you can,” Georgia whispered back. “Just start thinking about something else.”
“I don’t know if that’s possible,” he said. Georgia could hear the fear in his voice. She suddenly got an idea and grabbed it.
“Listen, Eugene, if you fuck me fast and get us through this, you can fuck me in the ass, soon as we get home.”
His cock grew fat in her fingers. She’d never let Eugene, or anyone, fuck her ass before, being too young and too stupid to know how good it felt.
“Imagine it, Eugene: we’re in my bedroom and I'm wearing nothing but my titties. I wiggle my ass, then drop to all fours and crawl over toward you.”
His cock was rod hard and tree trunk thick. Georgia kept whispering as Eugene slipped it inside her.
“You squirt some oil on your hands, spread my ass cheeks, then tell me I don’t have to be scared. It’s like losing my virginity all over again. But this time with you.”
Eugene groaned. “Do I really get to fuck you in the ass?”
Georgia giggled. “I swear on my laciest underwear.”
Eugene started fucking her faster, as the officer moaned louder above them.
Georgia figured Eugene was imagining fucking her in the ass, the way he was bucking, which made more juice spill from her spread open fuckhole. She continued to whisper: “It's going to be really tight and warm inside. It'll feel so good – fucking my teeny-tiny asshole. You’ll need to squeeze my ass cheeks to push yourself extra deep, and I'll pump my hips to meet your thrusts as you fuck the virginity from my ass!”
Georgia wanted him to cum inside her, shoot his load so the dumb hick voyeur asshole cop could shoot his, and that this part of the evening could turn into a memory. Then they could start making a new one.
In a few minutes time, Georgia had gone from never wanting a dick in her ass, to cumming a bucket while thinking about it. She bit her lower lip as a spray of juice squirted from her pussy. She was bucking against him as he sloshed in her hole. Eugene loudly groaned, obviously forgetting he was being watched by the officer.
But Georgia didn’t want to give the cop the pleasure of hearing her scream, so she chewed her lip through her body rocking orgasm as the two of them came together. A gush of steaming spunk exploded inside her pussy. Eugene groaned, then kept on thrusting as she milked his cock with a clenching of her cunt.
Eugene collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.
She felt a splatter of cum land on her tummy, as Officer Cockface stood grinning like an asshole above them. “Cream pie check!” he said.
“Fuck you!” Georgia screamed, suddenly angry, as though he hadn’t already stepped about six counties out of bounds. He pulled up his pants as she shielded her pussy with the palm of her hand.
“You’re almost done,” he said. “Now spread wide, so I can check.”
“Just do it and we’re done,” Eugene whispered.
Georgia shot Eugene a look, though she wasn’t really mad at him, then spread h
er legs, hating the officer.
The officer stared at her open hole, still leaking spunk, glistening under the bright light of the August moon. Georgia hated the officer for spreading her legs, but hated him even more for turning her on.
“Okay,” he said, standing. “You’re half-way there!”
“What in the fuck are you talking about?” Georgia yelled.
The officer narrowed his eyes and said, “I need you to stop swearing, Missy. Now, I seen your boy get off, now I want to see it from you.”
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, not really needing to.
“You can soften the peach, slap the mackerel, or do the disappearing finger trick – whatever the fuck you want to call it. But you’re not leaving a free slut until you’re digging in your clit for my amusement. Your boy came, I need to see you cum, too. And no faking. You can holler and moan all you want, but I'm watching your pussy lips. No orgasm, no going home.”
Fuck.
There was nothing Georgia could do. She was cunt deep, and if she didn’t start sending some Morse code on her muffin, the dumb hick voyeur asshole cop would make her wish she had.
Georgia turned back, looking at Eugene for help, her eyes big. But Eugene only shrugged since it was all he could do. So she closed her eyes and tried to think of the hottest shit she could shove to the front of her mind, starting by pretending the cop wasn’t three feet in front of her with his cock back in his hand, and that Eugene was behind her, skin to skin, Pop-eyeing her olive.
Truth was, Georgia liked being watched, and once her eyes were closed she could really let herself go. Though a part of her wished she wasn’t being observed, another part was hotter than biscuits from the oven, and the world knew it once the first moan escaped her lips and her fingers started crawling deep in her fuck flaps.
Her thighs were drenched, sticky in the cool evening air. She imagined Eugene’s dick shoved deep in her tiniest hole, furiously pounding her from behind as her hands closed over her breasts, fingers pinching rock hard nipples.
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