Heather Brown - Raped policewoman

The other end of the rubber dildo curved out from my parted thighs like a real cock, the free end twitching as throbbingly as any man's prick, only bigger, longer and harder. Professor Higgins straddled my hips, squatting over the swinging cock that jutted from my crotch, the slit of her shaved cunt stretching severely to accommodate the monster rod between us.

She smiled at me and said, "Now you see it just like a man does, only you're going to feel it like a woman."

She positioned the greasy end of the dildo against her own frothing cunt, closing her eyes in bliss as her hand forced the huge head through the immediately clinging lips of her spread pussy. Sighing, she lowered her cunt towards mine as the thick rubber cock disappeared up her fucking canal.

"Oh, Jesus," she gasped as her engorged cunt slid down the pole to smack against my pussy, the bursting exterior of her bare snatch pulsing through the mat of my pubic hair and chafing against my stiff clit and slimy pussy lips. Only a thin band of black rubber gleamed outside the slippery lips of our interlocked cunts, the wild tendrils of my pussy hair reaching out to seemingly caress the bare lips and red clit of the professor's pulsing wound.

I gasped as the force of the professor's descending hips drove the dildo another perilous inch into my cunt, squashing our pussy lips harder together, the tingling buds of our stiff clits grinding together in thrilling ecstasy. Looking down between the furrow of my spread thighs I saw that there was no visible sign of the dildo.

The solid mahogany desk rocked with our lust-driven shakes and shivers. Nearly three feet of flexible black rubber had laced our frothing slippery cunts together. The pressure of our hips, was driving each bulbous head of the rubber prick far into both our pussies, pushing hard against our engorged fucking canals and nudging maddeningly against our cervixes.

"Move with me," Professor Higgins rasped. She raised her hips, and with a sucking noise, about a foot of the latex prick slid out of her cunt – and out of mine. The rubber bar glistened with lubricant jelly and the flow from our pussies.

Then, without warning, the professor lowered her hips once more, driving the gleaming length of the dildo slurping back into our agonized cunts, her bare pussy coated with stickiness and slapping against my hairy snatch.

I was enraptured as I groaned and wiggled my pelvis, moving as she had told me to do. The desk shook, throwing erotic vibrations shimmering through the rubber cable that joined our cunts. I thrust my ass down onto the desk top, compressing the spongy globes of my ass against the wood to cause a foot or so of rubber prick to slide out of our pussies. Then I thrust my hips upward again, ramming the hard rubber lance to the hidden depths of both our cunts.

"Oh, God, you've got it, baby," the professor cried. "Fuck me like a man, only better. Be a woman with a big, black cock. Fuck me, Melanie, fuck me with your big, black cock."

"Ooooh!" I responded with a feverish plea. "Give it to me. Cram that monster in me, now! Ooooh!"

Up and down we writhed and wrestled. Our flesh, sweaty with passion, slapped and bounced against the slick desk top. It seemed as though our cunts would split apart as they hunched and pounded their oozing engorgement together with bruising force.

The air was filled with the funky musk of flowing pussy juice, stronger and more erotic than the smell of any sperm as it mixed with the acrid odor of damp latex. The room reverberated with our soft moans and stark cries of delight, with the slurping smack of the dildo sliding through twin founts of soft flesh.

Professor Higgins leaned forward to embrace me, mashing her firm tits against my chest so I could feel my erect nipples rubbing against them through my sweater. Our arms entwined and our lips bruised together in a deep wet soul kiss as we fucked each other in the mouth with our darting tongues the same way we were fucking each other in the cunt with our massive, plunging, latex cock. Our slippery bodies rolled and writhed onto the desk blotter and off again onto the polished slippery wood, my hairy cunt welded to her shaved pussy.

Our hips moved like pistons against each other, fighting the huge, black snake that pinioned them together. In and out of our flowing pussies slid the enormous dildo, gleaming darkly with the twin secretions that bathed its tormenting length. Spreading dampness glistened off the top of the desk, making us slide wildly, our bodies clinging desperately to one another like we were fucking on ice.

Again and again each of us gasped and shuddered as simultaneous orgasms burst through us, flooding our coupling with erotic warmth as we bucked our pelvises against one another in climactic fury. As we came and came again, we moaned through our tonguing kisses.

Back and forth we rocked, like excited children on the seesaw of the enormous black dildo, its heads bisecting each of our creaming cunts as waves of orgasmic unity radiated through us while we groped and rolled on the wood and blotter. By now the top of the desk was practically flooded from the endless discharge of our foaming pussies as the cheeks of our jiggling asses splatted onto the sopping surface, the blotter feeling like a wet sheet beneath us. The wooden desk top was like thousands of tiny ball bearings, sliding us this way and then that way just as though we were on a waterbed, our cunts achieving fabulous positions and contractions that seemed to defy the law of gravity.

Finally, all of the orgasms that had been racking our entwined bodies built into one devastating cyclone of a climax and twisted through us, a tornado twisting our bodies around wildly before ultimately laying them on soft velvet. My cunt clutched the alien force inside me as the towering orgasm swept me away.

At last, exhausted and basking in the afterglow of a perfect fuck, we stopped our seesawing hips and tumbled side by side, smiling at each other in weary bliss and still joined by the rubbery loop of the glistening dildo.

"God," I moaned, "if I'd have come one more time, I think my cunt would've burned out all its fuses."

"I think mine are melted," Professor Higgins sighed and I reached over and threw my arms around her shoulders and shoved my knee gently between her thighs, feeling the slimy end of the dildo slide out at last as the pendulous, drooling lips of her cunt pressed wearily against me. I was grateful that I had one friend in the world who I could always count on.

With what I already knew about the rapist – by now known in the local media as the Mad Rapist – and what I picked up from the papers after each new attack, I was able to ascertain his pattern.

"He knows the precinct boundaries," I mused aloud. "It's like he's staying in that precinct for a reason. One night he's on the West Side – let's see, here on the 27th he attacked on the West – and the next time he's all the way across on the East – on the 29th, here it is, a rape on East Buchanan. Then the next time he's right in the middle – on the 30th, a rape in Coolidge Park. And he always returned to the scene of an earlier attack."

I rummaged excitedly through the pile of newspapers I had been studying for information on the rapist and found the most recent one. A rape on East Pierce last night, and mention of the one before that on West Hoover. Meaning that if I wanted to act as a decoy victim tonight, I could do a lot worse than put on my sleaziest looking clothes and go around Coolidge Park, the sinister jungle which infested the middle of the area, a park that had become so sordid that the City Department of Parks and Recreation had given up on it.

I got up and went to my closet looking for the kind of slutty clothes that would draw attention even on a dark night. It wasn't easy because I'm one chick who's got it together enough not to feel I have to put a frame around it to get a man interested. When I want a guy to get interested in me, I have plenty of ways to let him know without peddling my ass around. However, by reaching all the way to the rear of the closet, I managed to find some things from the days when I was less sure of my femininity and wore to those early job interviews where it was no secret nice tits and ass could get you a job when you couldn't even type your name.