David Addison - The abused policewoman

Carol lay stiffly on the bed as Doris stripped the robe from her arms and moved to the door to pull an embarrassed and naked boy into the room. The beautiful young brunette didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure that she could go through with it. But then her dark eyes found his stiff little prick and before she even knew that she was going to do it, her hand reached for it.

"Come in beside me, darling, I'm so glad to meet you."

The boiling jets of the shower stung her, but Carol wanted it that way. She was trying to hurt herself. Trying to wash away the shame and the obscene lust she felt whenever she thought of Doris Abels, the lovely boy and the afternoon they'd spent together.

Isn't he sweet, darling? Look how his hard little prick jerks when I kiss it. Carol shivered despite the heat of the shower when she remembered how Doris had pulled the boy's erect prick to her lips and sweetly kissed it. She tried not to remember how jealous and excited she'd been and how she'd pushed the blonde aside so that she could share the taste of the firm little penis.

"Well, why not?" Carol muttered aloud as she stepped out of the shower and began to roughly towel herself. "Why should I be ashamed, I like boys? I know that now, and Doris knows it. Why shouldn't I have enjoyed him?" Carol believed that. But there was still the feeling of doubt and fear inside of her. What if Davey told someone the dirty little games she and Doris had taught him? The lovely young policewoman shuddered when she imagined what would happen to her if someone found out!

Carol scrubbed the towel against her firm breasts and sighed unhappily when her nipples snapped to attention. It wasn't fair. All her life she had managed to control her feelings and her desires. Now, when she needed that control more than ever, she couldn't find it! She couldn't manage this new, greedy desire that burned in her belly twenty-four hours a day! The beautiful brunette lightly ran her fingertips across the swelling tops of her breasts and the lovely sensation triggered another exciting, lewd memory.

Ohhhh, that's wonderful, boy! Fuck her pretty titties! Yes, go faster, son! Can't you see how much she likes it? The lovely young woman moaned softly and closed her eyes as she remembered how Davey had straddled her chest and worked his hard little cock between her large, pillowy breasts while she held them tight around him. Doris knelt beside them, whispering encouragement to her and then to the boy. Little firecrackers of excitement burst along Carol's nerve endings when she thought of how Davey had moaned and wiggled on her. His dripping little prong slipping between her breasts on a track of Doris' saliva. When it ended, when he cried out, his small pecker squirted his warm baby-cum on her breasts and on her face! The lovely young brunette hugged her burning body tightly as she felt again the spray of the boy's seed hitting her face and setting off a delightful little orgasm!!!

Carol stood in the bedroom, trying to decide what to put on, but she couldn't concentrate. Every time she would loosen her firm grip on her mind a new, lewd memory would slip into her head and torment her. She remembered how the boy had moaned and growled while he poked his little stalk inside of her. How she'd been able to clamp down with her elastic sheath and hold him steady against her pearlhard clitoris. Then she remembered how Doris had knelt before the boy after she'd managed to suck his erection back, and how the older woman had demonstrated the joys of sodomy!!!

"OOOOOO, just thinking about that makes me ache," Carol whimpered and she realized that she couldn't wear any of her tight, form fitting things. The friction would drive her crazy! She had just slipped into a loose, light robe when the doorbell rang.

Don't answer it, pretend you're not here, the little voice of reason pleaded in her mind. But Carol was already moving toward the door and didn't stop. It will be someone sniffing around you, wanting you, the voice warned. You need time to think. You have to work this out before what's happening destroys you! But the graceful young woman's step still didn't falter. She didn't want to stop and think. The warm itching glow between her soft thighs wouldn't let her stop and think!

When the door opened, the light behind her spilled out and hit Jimmy Phillips' face like a spotlight. "Wha… what do you want Jimmy?" Carol's voice was hollow and lifeless as she stared at him.

Before he answered, the slender boy looked around, his voice was low and confidential. "I was downtown a while ago and I heard a couple of cops… policemen, talking about Sergeant Miller and some other guy shagging you up in the park this morning, I… I came by to see if you… needed any help."

The young brunette stared at the boy for a moment. She couldn't speak. All she could do was listen to the agonized scream inside of her poor head! They told! Those two awful men took me up there and made me do all those filthy things, then they told on me!

"Are you okay Miss Davis?" The sound of the boy's concerned voice pulled Carol back to reality. She suddenly realized that the neighbors might see him standing there. The whole police force might know what a slut she was, but her neighbors didn't have to know!

"Please, Jimmy, don't stand out there, come in," Carol managed to whisper as she opened the screen for him. It didn't take a second invitation. The boy slipped through the partly opened screen and stepped out of the way so that she could close the door behind him.

Once they were completely alone, Carol didn't know what to say or do. She couldn't even force herself to look the boy in the eyes! Jimmy's warm hand descended on her shoulder and turned her to face him. "I know some highschool girls who have some rough stories to tell about getting into trouble with Sergeant Miller and having to work their way out. They aren't pretty stories. Did he hurt you?"

How could she tell him where it really hurt? Carol found herself staring at him with tears brimming in her dark eyes. How could she explain the awful damage the two men had done to her inside. How they'd torn her self-respect and her pride into shreds?

"They… hurt me, Jimmy," was all that the lovely young woman could bring herself to say about it. But he seemed to understand. All of the boy's cocky arrogance seemed to be missing and she was touched by his obvious concern for her.

"I was sitting in a car, waiting for a guy when I heard them talking," the tall boy whispered, inching a little closer to her. "I didn't dare let the cops that were talking know that I was listening and I had to hear all of it. I… guess it sorta turned me on, in a weird sort of a way." The boy's honest admission struck a chord inside of her and Carol felt her tense muscles relax a little.

"Did it turn you on, Jimmy? Did hearing about the mean things that they did to me make you feel hard and ready?" Carol felt like a drug addict. She shouldn't be talking about things like this with the boy. She should be sick knowing how many people knew what had happened. But she just couldn't stop her tongue, couldn't control the fresh coating of lubricating juice that began to seep out of her.

Jim looked at her strangely. Then a faint ghost of his sly smile curved his lips as he slowly nodded. The hand on her shoulder slipped down to her elbow and pulled her up against him. "I almost had to pull my cock out and jack off when they talked about how you yelled and exploded when they double fucked you. That was the wildest thing that I've ever heard about." The homely boy grinned again as he pressed up against her. "It gives me a hard-on just talking about it now. I used to know a lady who liked it like that. She's the one who taught me all about tailgating and stuff like that."