Heather Brown - Raped policewoman

His hands flew to his twitching cock, and while one of them began massaging the tight sac of his balls, the other gripped his prick and began sliding back and forth over the swollen knob at the end of his dick.

I could hear him moan as he worked his cock into a state of turgid frenzy, the glistening head quivering. If it had been a cat, it would have purred as he stroked it, in one instant concealing the flange with the bunched up foreskin and then drawing it back so that the throbbing head almost glowed.

I've been around, but somewhere along the line I'd missed the sight of a teen-age boy beating his meat, and it immediately excited me. I had no control over my cunt as I felt it instantaneously dampen the crotch of my panties in a widening circle of sticky moistness. I tried to shut it off by pressing my thighs together, but all that did was accelerate the sensation so that I felt as though I had a giant viscous bubble expanding inside my pussy.

As I watched him continue to manipulate his cock, I slipped my hand down my skirt beneath the elastic of my sopping panties and began to manipulate my cunt in tandem to his masturbating. Immediately, I felt the thrust of my clit against my fingers, surging like a bullet from the top of my pussy.

Slowly I rubbed my cunt, one finger on my engorged clit and the other fingers sliding down the slick, mushy valley of my pussy lips before pushing them into the wet marsh of my fucking canal. My cunt muscles instantly seized my welcome fingers, engulfing them with clutching damp tissue and inundating them with velvety hot lubrication.

Through the hole I could see the boy on the toilet stroking faster now, bringing his beautiful young cock to the bursting point, and I could envision the steaming globs of milky jizz that would soon be spurting into the air as he came. Jesus, I could do more than just picture it, I could taste it. There's nothing like the taste of cum, the combination of sweet and sour that drives you wild as it pours into your mouth in a volcanic gush when you've got your lips wrapped around a hot, throbbing, ejaculating cock.

But, Goddamn it, this job wasn't any bed of roses, and I was determined to be professional, even if I did want to go down on his cock. So I reluctantly pulled my hand out of my steaming cunt and waited with disappointment for the frustrating spectacle of watching him loft all of that delicious cum onto the grimy floor when it could be shooting into my sperm-hungry mouth or cunt.

However, just when I had restrained myself, something unexpected happened. I saw the door to the bathroom burst open and a big, ugly guy with a couple of days' growth of beard sauntered in. He wore too-tight Levi's with a big beer belly falling out in front of him, straining his grimy T-shirt; he looked a lot like what I imagined most of the cops at the 69th precinct must look like on their days off.

Immediately, as though he could smell it, the intruder went right to the stall where the boy was jerking off. Without saying a word the guy slapped the boy's hands away from his prick, and when the kid protested, cuffed him hard across the jaw with his open hand, sending the kid sprawling backward against the toilet, his startlingly stiff prick shooting straight up in the air.

The big guy lost no time in pushing his face down on the pulsing cock. Even from behind the wall I could hear the slurping of his heavy lips as he engulfed the kid's prick with his ugly, slobbering mouth, pushing all the way down to the balls that had turned me on.

I hustled out of the janitor's closet and around the corner to the bathroom, bursting in with my pistol cocked and pointing at the back of the boy's assailant.

"All right, cocksucker," I barked, "Let go of the boy or there's going to be some ventilation in the back of your T-shirt."

The assailant released the boy's cock as I had commanded and wheeled around toward me, foaming bubbles of spit drooling from his cringing mouth so that he resembled a mad dog.

"Whaddaya think you're doin' in here, cunt," he slobbered, "this is the men's can. This ain't none a your business. You got no right to be in here."

"This gives me the right to go anywhere I want," I said, tapping my badge.

"You ain't nothin' but a cunt," he snorted.

"But I'm a cunt in cop's clothing," I leered back at him, "and as far as you're concerned, that makes all the difference in the world."

"Shit on that, I'm gettin' the hell outta here."

He moved bulkily toward me, so cumbersome from his enormous belly that I should have easily been able to avoid him and put out his light with a quick thwack from the butt of my revolver. But, just as he rushed me, I caught a glimpse of the boy sprawled on the toilet and became momentarily hypnotized by the sight of his full, erect cock. With the vision of his beautiful teen-age prick searing into my eyes, I lost my concentration just long enough for the fat guy to throw me off balance and push by me, trundling out the bathroom while I remained transfixed by the sight of the boy's long, graceful cock.

When the man was gone, my eyes not moving an inch from their bead on the delicious-looking prick, I asked the boy if he was all right.

"Yes, ma'am," he whimpered, obviously frightened out of his wits, then added, "Aren't… aren't you going to chase him?"

Chase him? If I had ever had any such intention, the idea had completely flown from my mind. Right now, as a matter of fact, everything had been purged from my brain except the vision of the long, red stem of the twitching cock and the throbbing, purple knob at the end of it that was so engorged with hot blood that it seemed as though it would explode.

I immediately decided that if it was going to explode, it was going to do it inside of me, and with a boiling onslaught of scalding cum.

I couldn't have chased anybody the way I was incapacitated by the paralysis between my legs as the walls of my cunt clenched like the fingers of a fist, lusting to wrap around the pumping cylinder of a prick.

I moved slowly toward him. As I approached him, I could hear the squishing of my cunt, so filled was it with the sopping effluence of my arousal.

He was rendered speechless as I neared him, his face a mask of mystification, unable to anticipate what was going to happen next.

Finally he spoke, pleading, "Please… please… ma'am, please don't get me into trouble. I didn't ask that man to suck me. I was just horny and came in here to beat my meat by myself. I was making out with my girl friend and she wouldn't let me go any farther and I just got horny. I came in here because I thought my nuts were going to explode. Honest, that's all. I've never done it before. I'll never do it again."

So that was it, I thought. Some little prick-tease had got it up for him and then shut everything down, leaving him high and dry. She was probably out in the car waiting for him, smugly munching on a Whammo Burger. It didn't seem fair to me that such a beautiful prick should go unsatisfied. I thought about all the times when I was growing up that my cunt started to foam and my clit got hard as a rock and there was nothing but my fingers to relieve the pressure and tension between my legs when stimulation from another person could have made me happy.

I quickly made up my mind what I was going to do. His mouth dropped with disbelief as I lifted my skirt and straddled my legs on either side of the toilet, lowering my dripping crotch down over his pulsating cock. Just before I neared it, I pulled aside the sopping crotch panel of my panties so he had a clear shot at my hungry, open cunt. Then I sat thrillingly on his standing prick, the hard knob at the end battering between my drooling pussy lips and the slick shaft sliding squishily in after it, filling my insides with his swollen cock.

It was totally my play and I greedily took advantage of it as I slid up and down on his dick like it was a fire pole. It felt delicious as I pumped on it like I was riding a greasy hobby horse, bobbing up and down with delirious abandon. Whatever the kid lacked in experience, I made up for with my carnal enthusiasm, moving my hips and pelvis more than enough for the both of us, working his prick inside me like a Roto-Rooter in a clogged sewer.