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When the two cops saw my eagerness for more, they forgot all about the fact that they had just shot their wads. It was obvious what I wanted, and their newly hardening clicks showed that they were eager to give it to me. To my panting excitement, we were ready to start all over again.

"She wants it in the cunt and ass at the same time," one of them observed. "Who gets which?"

"I fucked her pussy the first time, you can have it now. I want that round asshole. It looks tight enough to choke my cock off at the root."

They clambered over the front seat and fell on top of me. Lying on the back seat and draping himself over my leg, the one who had previously fucked my mouth guided his rejuvenated boner between my legs and into my gaping cunt. Then the other wriggled underneath and shot the head of his prick against my pouting antis.

Not only had I never done anything like this, I'd never even thought about it. Until tonight, I had repressed all ideas of sex until I was in bed with the lights out and my husband wanted his conjugal rights.

Who knows where the desire came for me to now urge the two strange men above and beneath me to double-fuck me. Certainly there was no precedent for me to cry, "Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass! Split me in two with your big, hard dicks!"

The cock in my cunt was already pumping away. Then, inch by inch, it was joined by the first phallic penetration ever of my asshole.

I wriggled my butt like I'd been taking it in my shitter all my life. Instinctively, I knew just how to move my loins so the tight hole would suck up just as much cock as my more experienced pussy.

"Fuck us, baby, fuck us," one of the men hissed. "Keep fucking us as hard as you can."

"Your cocks are so big inside me," I deliriously replied, and redoubled my efforts to give them both the lay of their lives.

"This bitch really knows how to fuck," the other one panted. Since he was the one making the first phallic entry up my crap-chute, I felt an overwhelming pride in the ability of my body to come across.

We were humping so hard the car was bouncing up and down. I could hear the shocks squeaking from the constant up-and-down, in-and-out motion of our screwing.

The membrane separating my anus from my cunt became meaningless before long. The heads of both cocks were rubbing together in me like there was nothing dividing my two fuck-holes. Sparks seemed to fly off from their violent rubbing.

"Come in me!" I screeched. "Come in me at the same time!"

They both plunged in all the way, making their final strokes ones that squashed their balls against me. The barbed tips of their pricks were gouging into intensely pleasurable depths that I hadn't known existed.

I reached down with both hands and grabbed each set of nuts. Squeezing them, I forced them to release their liquid treasure. I wanted every fucking drop both men had to give.

They both lurched and erupted at the same instant, just as I craved. To my orgasmic glee, their outpouring on the second go round was even greater than it had been the first time.

The jizz in my cunt was by now, of course, a familiar sensation. However, the spunk rocketing up my asshole was an entirely new experience.

When it mixed with the gurgling shit in my spasming colon, I went to the brink of unconsciousness from the breathtaking thrill.

I was limp with excitement by the time they finished coming. Moaning from, continuous orgasm, I collapsed like a rag doll when they finally pulled their dicks out of me. As I lay in a heap on the floor of the car, I could feel the cum gushing from my pussy and ass like I had a couple of faucets between my legs.

Their cocks were soft again and they were too exhausted to get them up for a third try. But I was still horny. My capacity for sex seemed endless.

Shamelessly, I began masturbating, servicing myself with my thumb against my clit and my pinkie hooked inside my jizz-soaked asshole. Of course I missed the hard-ons inside me, but it was enough to keep me going.

The cops returned to the front seat and watched me get myself off while they put their pricks back in their pants and cleaned off their uniforms. Their obscene comments kept me so aroused that it was impossible to stop fingering myself. I felt like nothing could make me stop coming.

However, I was wrong. Actually, all it took was one of the cops looking at his watch and saying.

"Almost midnight. Our shift is practically up."

"Yeah, it is. Better get back to the precinct and report in."

"What'll we do about her? She's a fucking mess."

"Take her back with us, I guess, and call her husband."

"I hope he's willing to take her back after he sees her."

By the time we reached the station house, I had completely come out of it. Reverting to my normal character, I felt ashamed and humiliated in front of a group of strange men, knowing they were fully aware I had just had sex in all three holes.

As if my scummy appearance were not enough, the two cops who had picked me up had made sure they told theft fellow policemen all the details. That is, all the details that made me look bad, such as that I'd been found spread-eagled in a slum street, raped in every orifice. It was necessary, of course, for them to make a big deal of my degradation in front of the others to cover up their part in what had happened to me.

Needless to say, it made me feel like a piece of shit.

While they contacted my husband, they sat me down on a hard wooden bench in a drab room where more of the vomitous green paint was peeling from the walls than sticking to it. The heavily made-up, revealingly dressed woman sitting next to me immediately took an interest in me.

"Say, somebody really did it to you, didn't they," she said. "You don't look like you'll be able to work again for a couple of weeks."

"I beg your pardon."

"You know, turn any tricks," she said matter of factly.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hey, you don't have to worry about me. I ain't no undercover cop. Don't worry I'm a working girl just like you."

"But I don't have a job."

That really cracked her up. Then she settled down and asked me point-blank: "Say, how long have you been a whore anyway?"

She might as well have slugged me in the jaw. Reeling with embarrassment, I got up and went to the furthest point in the room away from her.

I was still cowering in the corner an hour later when Don finally showed up. I was such a mess that he didn't even recognize me until the desk sergeant led him to me.

"What happened to you?" he gasped in astonishment.

I ran to him and held on for dear life. When he repeated his question, I took a deep breath and told him I had been raped.

Immediately I could feel him flinch. Instead of the reassuring hug and kiss I expected, I was pushed away to arm's length.

"Didn't they tell you?" I sobbed.

"No, no," he muttered incredulously. "What were you doing – how could such a thing have happened?"

I tried to tell him about the car breaking down, but I just couldn't seem to make sense. Finally I sank to the floor, unable to support my own weight any longer in my anguish.

Don didn't know what to do. He stood looking down at me with disbelief etched in his face until we were interrupted by one of the cops who had picked me up.

"Hey, mister, you better get her out of here," he said. "There's nothing more we can do for her."

Then he went on to explain that there was no need to make any sort of official report. "The paper-work would just be a waste of time," he breezily maintained. "The guy got away, so what's the point. If me and my partner stay late to fill out all the forms if she makes an official complaint, we'll just have to take it off in overtime when we could be out on the streets looking for the guy who did it to her. Don't worry, if you don't interfere with police methods, we'll have a better chance of catching the bastard."