Heather Brown - Hitchhike wife

"Yeah, yeah, I know. They taught us that in Highway Patrol academy," the one behind me said, pushing me towards the patrol car. I slammed into the side of it. My out thrust hands stopped me just short of clipping my teeth against the side-view mirror.

"That's right," the one who'd captured me said. "Arms out." He put a leg in front of my ankles and swiped backward. My legs splayed diagonally out in back of me. "Legs straight in back of you and parted so we can see everything."

"Who goes first?" the one who'd done the shooting said, practically panting.

"I do. I caught her," the one behind me said. "You keep the little bitch covered while I pat her down."

His gun barrel left my ribs. I could feel his hands running over my bare flesh. They stopped at my tits, the fingers gouging roughly over my nipples.

"Come on, Lambert," the other one laughed. "She doesn't have anything hidden in her tits. You're trying to cop a feel."

"Just following the book, Honeycutt," the one named Lambert huffed, squeezing my suddenly erect nipples between his strong fingers. "Just doing my job."

"Uh-huhhhh," Honeycutt drawled sarcastically. "I suppose you'd leave her tits alone," Lambert answered just as sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact, I would," Honeycutt replied.

"Sure, Honeycutt, sure," Lambert said, practically milking my tits. "I would, I sun would," Honeycutt insisted.

"Mainly because I'd head right to her pussy." At his words, my cunt started twitching uncontrollably. It was so vulnerable, so exposed, in the position in which they had me. The way I was spread, each of them could have stuck their hand up my pussy at once.

"You know the cunt is where these cuties always hide their stash," Honeycutt said to his partner, walking closer to us. "She might have a derringer up there. You'll be busy playing with her titties and then next thing you know she'll get her hand down between her legs somehow and blow your nuts right off."

"If you want to look at her cunt so bad, Honeycutt," Lambert hissed, "why don't you just go ahead and do it? If ft's booby-trapped, it's only be justice that you got your hand blown off."

"Well, that's the chance you've got to take in law enforcement," Honeycutt laughed lewdly, circling me and coming up behind me.

With Lambert still hunched over me, squeezing my tits, Honeycutt jabbed his gun in the small of my back. His breath was hot and musty even from inches any as he rasped, "Okay, bitch, now I'm going to check out your cunt. You move while I'm inside there and I'm gonna blow your fuckin' guts out all over the highway. We already have enough evidence on you to take any measure we deem necessary against you, so don't push your luck."

I winced as his fingers ran along the separation of my ass, sliding down until his hand covered my open pussy. I could feel my cunt-lips throbbing wildly against the palm of his hand, my heart seeming to beat between my legs.

"Now I'm going to stick my fingers inside here. Don't get any idea about moving around just because I have my fingers moving around in your pussy, because I'll blast you as sure as anything. It might even feel like I'm finger-fucking you, but like my partner always says, I'm just going by the book and doing my job. Don't get any wrong ideas and you'll stay breathing."

Two of his fingers slid inside my pussy, plunging up my tunnel all the way to the flat part of his hand. As he'd promised, he started moving them around, wiggling them within me so that the reflexive mechanisms in my cunt had no choice but to react by lubricating them. My box was suddenly, uncontrollably, sapping wet.

"Anything up there, Honeycutt, besides your hand?" Lambert said, still working on my tits.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, there is," Honeycutt answered. "About a gallon of pussy-juice. I think she was planning to drown us with it."

"Whew," the one at my tits snorted. "Now I can smell it."

"Like tuna fish," Honeycutt laughed.

"Is she clean except for that?"

He pulled his fingers out of my cunt with a slurping pop. I could hear him sniffing.

Then I heard him drop to his knees on the ravel pavement. He rustled in his utility belt for something and then I heard a click. I stole a glance downward between my gapingly parted legs and saw a beam of light. He was looking up my cunt with a flashlight, bathing my loins with light so he could see everything.

I felt his free hand puffing apart my pussy lips as the light shone up my cunt. His hot breath lapped my thighs while he squatted beneath me and looked straight up my pussy, not concealing the sound of his smacking lips.

"Wow, Lambert, you should see this," he drooled. "Her cunt is so hot it's steaming. I've never seen so much juice in a pussy."

"Maybe it's a trick."

"Only one way to find out," he said. "Naturally, I volunteer for the job, being senior man."

Something throbbing and stiff suddenly slid up my open cunt, bringing almost as much wetness with it as I already had inside me. I stole another look through the arc of my elongated legs. To my astonishment I saw Honeycutt's face disappearing into the bush of my pussy. Incredibly, he had stuck his tongue inside my cunt and was reaming me out with it.

"I know what you're doing," the one at my tits called down.

"So?" Honeycutt gurgled into my pussy.

"You haven't even read her her rights yet."

"She ain't got no rights," Honeycutt said, moving back just enough from my aunt to be understood. "Not when she tries to blow us off the road. Especially when she's wearing her birthday suit and she picks a night when I'm horny as well. Highway Patrolmen are human, too. Now excuse me while I do a little muff-diving."

"But we have to interrogate her," Lambert protested with a squeeze of my tits.

"Interrogate her tits," Honeycutt laughed and then slammed his watering mouth against my spasming pussy. His tongue shot inside at least three inches.

Lambert hesitated a moment, trying to decide what to do. He was apparently the junior man and straight-arrow of this team, but it was clear that the combined temptation of my naked body on a lonely isolated desert night and his goading partner were testing him. When I felt his cheek slide against my tits and his tongue slide down my flesh, swirling against one of my nipples, I knew he'd lost the moral struggle.

All semblance of official procedure was shattered as they licked me from both ends. My nipples, already teased into involuntary erection by Lambert's compressing fingers, became even harder as he sucked them with his mouth. He pulled one and then the other between his teeth, goading them into aroused hardness.

Between my parted legs, Honeycutt did the same thing with my clit, sucking it until it stuck straight out, and then batting it with his tongue. Then his tongue slid back inside me. Pumping me like a miniature cock, it turned the interior of my pussy into a cauldron of foaming goo.

I didn't want to be aroused, but in fact I was. Hopelessly. There was no way I could ignore the stimuli at my tits and cunt.

Each tongue seemed to be trying to outdo the other one. My body went into a tingling frenzy through the simultaneous assault on my two most erogenous zones.

Before I'd been too scared to resist. Now I was too aroused to do anything but give in. Manifesting themselves with a few spasmodic twitches at first, my natural impulses eventually took over until I was uncontrollably wiggling my ass. My pussy ground in Honeycutt's face. My throbbing tits squashed against Lambert's face, cramming one of my erect nipples halfway down his throat.

Catching Honeycutt's face between the cheeks of my ass, I jiggled it in my moist crack. The rest of my body writhed from the soles of my feet on the pavement to the tips of my fingers pushing against the side of the squad car. My tits were like glowing orbs on my chest, shimmering in Lambert's kneading hands. Pussy-juice was running down my legs.