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CHAPTER TWO

The meanest cop in town cruised slowly past the house, only his parking lights on. The upstairs bedroom light was on, but the rest of the house was dark.

Good, thought Buzz. One more time around the block, just to make sure. He eased the Dodge Dart around the corner, his eyes scanning both sides of the street.

Buzz Watkins wore a crew cut, the only one in town. No one, however, ever made fun of his short, cropped hair. One look at his steel-blue eyes and thin mouth, and you politely kept your mouth shut, if you knew what was good for you.

He lit a cigarette as he cruised the peaceful street. With only one light on in the house, in the bedroom, it meant her husband was out of town. It meant he was going to get some hot, wild pussy tonight, young and juicy and squealing with delight. It meant his good ole cock wouldn't have to pump away at his own wife's weary pussy, Buzz thought with satisfaction.

He thought he saw something in the shadows behind a tree. He eased up on the gas pedal, his steely eyes alert. His hand brushed his holstered.357 magnum. It would knock a fucking elephant off its lumbering feet at twenty yards. They claimed this was a quiet, peaceful town, but Buzz knew better.

There were hippie-pinko-commie-virgin-fucking bastards in this town. No one really believed him, least of all the chief. But Buzz knew it. Those cocksuckers were lurking everywhere, smoking dope and sniffing glue and raping innocent girls, girls like his darling daughter, Sylvia. She was the apple of his piercing eye, little Sylvia was. A good girl – not like her whoring mother.

Buzz parked the Dodge half a block from the house. He finished his cigarette slowly. There was nothing behind the tree. It was so quiet you could hear a mouse pissing on a lawn. He picked up the mike on the dash and quietly called in his lunch break. The crackling police radio acknowledged his call. He glanced at his watch. It was exactly eight p.m.

The ruggedly muscled cop got out of the car and strolled toward the house, his eyes darting everywhere. His cock felt like a throbbing piece of molten lead in his tight pants. Shit, he was so horny tonight he wouldn't need his magnum to knock over an elephant at twenty yards. He could use his cock.

His muscles rippled smoothly in his uniform. Buzz Watkins did not fuck around when it came to physical fitness. He did three hundred push-ups a day, and a minimum of one hundred sit-ups. He worked out with sweating grunts every morning in his basement. At thirty-eight, he was in superb physical condition. The way he felt tonight, he could screw an assembly line of feverish girls, and go through the line twice without panting for breath.

At the door of the house, Buzz rang the bell.

He listened intently. Footsteps coming down the stairs. The door swung open.

"Come on in, Buzz," she smiled.

He nodded grimly and slipped inside the house. Buzz never smiled. His left cheek twitched when he felt like smiling, which was rarely.

The dark-haired girl offered him a drink, but he scowled at this. "Hey, you know I never drink on duty," he said. "I only got an hour, Linda. Let's haul ass."

The girl nodded eagerly. Buzz followed her up to the bedroom, his eyes raking over her curved ass through her robe. She was twenty-two. Her husband was a salesman who was out of town about half the time.

Linda was a pretty girl, in a cheap, flashy way. She wore too much makeup, and she dyed her hair jet-black, and she swung her ass with comic exaggeration when she walked. Linda was not a bright girl. There were some people, especially her neighbors, who thought she was downright stupid.

But she was sexier than a cherry on a hot cross bun.

Buzz Watkins never thought about whether Linda was bright or not. He had his own problems in that area. She was his kind of girl – quick to obey, passionate in the sack, constantly afraid of him. Buzz liked that. She knew her place in this neurotic, fucked-up world, unlike a lot of trashy girls with too much education.

In the bedroom Linda turned to him, panting softly. She slipped out of her robe, revealing a lush, naked figure. Buzz's hard-on began to seep jism in his drawers. She had especially nice tits, even though they were on the heavy side. Someday they'd sag and be pendulous, but right now they were luscious and creamy, perfect for a wild tit-fuck.

"Aren't you gonna give me a kiss?" she said.

"Yeah, after you give me one on my hot prick," Buzz chuckled, beginning to strip. He did not believe in affection, regarding it as a sign of weakness. Most women feared Buzz Watkins from the start. Some, like Linda, feared him but felt a powerful attraction to him, a deep sexual attraction.

Naked, it was easy to see why. He had a massive, powerful body, with huge shoulders and narrow hips. His prick was immensely long and thick, crimson with lust. He looked like a Neanderthal man with a crew cut, his wife once jokingly told him. He backhanded her across the room for that, and she never said it again.

The kind of girl who felt attracted to Buzz Watkins was almost always not very bright, sexy in a glaring, hotly curved way, and used to being dominated completely by men.

Linda was one of these. Buzz reminded her of her father, who'd violently taken her cherry when she was a teenager. She didn't like her father, but Linda was not sharp enough to see the similarities between her father and Buzz. To her simple mind, Buzz was a real man – tough, ruggedly handsome in his blue cop's uniform, a decision-maker. Linda did not like to make decisions. When Buzz had first fucked her a month ago, he didn't politely ask, or make romantic overtures. He just harshly told her to undress and he climbed on her like a pile driver.

"Kiss it," he commanded now, standing naked. Eagerly, Linda got on her knees and grasped his boiling hard-on in her fist. She licked up the giant drop of jism seeping from his knob. With whimpers of excitement, the young housewife began sucking his long prick.

Linda hadn't been laid for four nights now, and for her this was a terribly long time. A passionate girl, she did everything and anything Buzz commanded. If the strapping cop told her to get on all fours and bark like a dog while he ravaged her tender ass, she would do it without hesitation.

"Hey, use them lips, aaaah!" he groaned, clutching her head tightly in his hands. He swung his hips, fucking her mouth with forceful strokes, sucking in his breath as the girl whipped her churning mouth eagerly back and forth. Buzz had had much better blow-jobs. She didn't know how to use her tongue, but she did work her tight, burning lips with hot excitement.

Buzz let her suck him off for ten minutes. He had no intention of coming in her mouth, not this time. She had a much wilder pussy, and her torrid asshole was deliciously exciting. He liked the pose when she gave him a blow-job, with him standing triumphantly over her kneeling body, holding her head as if she were a trophy he'd just shot in the woods.

"Kiss my balls!" he ordered. Quickly, the housewife moved her mouth down and reverently kissed his thick, hairy testicles. Linda loved it when he gave orders in that fierce, commanding tone. She felt weak and feminine and utterly humble. Because Linda wasn't too bright, she was always relieved when someone told her exactly what to do.

"Don't you want to come in my mouth, Buzz?" she panted, looking up at him anxiously. "I like it when you come in a big flood, honey. Please?"

Buzz appeared to think deeply. He shook his head. "Nah. We'll do it like last time. Get on the bed."

She hurried to the bed and lay on her back, her legs spread so that her pink, luscious cunt peeped from between her silken dark hair. She had a good-looking cunt, Buzz thought. He only wished she were a blonde, a very young blonde.

Like Sylvia, his foxy daughter.

Buzz got up onto the bed and straddled her stomach with his muscled ass. The panting housewife cupped her creamy tits in her hands and began working them around his long, bristling cock, massaging his prick with her silken hot mounds. While Linda couldn't have an orgasm this way, she felt proud that he wanted to fuck her in her tits. A lot of women didn't have enough to work with, she knew, but Linda had more than her share.

"Nice," panted Buzz, lunging softly in the burning valley of her tits. What he liked about tit-fucking was the soft sensuous thrills his prick felt. While normally this wouldn't be nearly enough excitement for Buzz to get his rocks off, Buzz had a secret which enabled him to spurt his boiling jism all over Linda's feverish tits. She would then hoist her tits close to her mouth and eagerly lick up his cum, a sight which always pleased Buzz deeply.

"Feels good," moaned Linda, crushing her slippery tits against his hard-on. "Wish you'd come in my mouth, honey!"

"Quiet," snapped Buzz, concentrating. Goddammit, she was interrupting his secret fantasy. He hunched over, supporting himself on his palms while he fucked her tits to a faster rhythm, delicious tingles rippling through his pounding cock.

His mind was concentrating fiercely on his tender daughter, Sylvia. He was, in his imagination, plunging his long prick in the valley of Sylvia's sweet hot tits, while his daughter gasped and panted with feverish delight. Sylvia had enough for a lusty tit-fuck; she was filling out rapidly. She was such a sexy little thing, so plump-assed and lovingly curved, that Buzz had found it necessary to jerk off a lot lately whenever he thought about her.

Someday he was going to take her cherry. "I think you're gonna come, Buzz!" moaned Linda.

"Shut up, dammit!" he snarled. Sweat dripped off his sinewy muscles as he lunged faster and harder into her silky tits. His prick quivered and grew brick-hard. Thank Christ his beautiful daughter wasn't a tramp like this one. Linda was a hot, sexy tramp, true, but still a loose and easy piece.

Beneath him, the housewife panted wildly, her eyes gleaming on the thick head of his cock. It swelled before her eyes, and Linda licked her lips and whimpered. She rubbed her sweating tits frantically on his pumping prick, wishing she had one hand free to get her own rocks off. Buzz had a blunt, brutal crown on his cock, just like her father's, only the cop's prick was thicker and longer.

Suddenly he was spurting great gushes of boiling jism over her lush tits. Linda eagerly craned her neck down and began lapping up the salty jism. Swinging his hips rapidly, Buzz made furious fucking motions. Only this wasn't Linda's hot, sweating set of tits – it was Sylvia's luscious pair of tits. He was coming all over his own daughter. He hissed and clenched his jaw, his wild lunges slowing down.

Damn, that was juicy!

He climbed off Linda. She moaned, licking up his jism, scooping up the sticky cum with her pink tongue. It felt obscenely wonderful, all thick and gooey and reeking with the heady scent of a male.

Now she knew he would plunge his bristling cock deep into her hot, sucking cunt, so Linda drew up her knees, panting feverishly.

Beside the bed, Buzz stood staring down at her ripe curves, at her lewdly sucking pussy. A flash of anger swept through his blood. What kind of a woman would screw around on her husband anyway? The thought that his own wife might be doing this with some other horny stud made Buzz tremble with furious jealousy.

He'd never caught her, but if the hot-lipped bitch was foolish enough to try something like that-by God, he'd blow her pussy off with his magnum!

Linda watched him with caution as she squirmed her naked ass impatiently on the bed. She became very uneasy when he looked at her like that, as though she'd done something horrible. Buzz had a terrible temper, like her father. It raged up from nowhere, for no reason she could fathom.

But it was the very thing that made the cop so sexy and irresistible to her. Linda had never known sex without violence in some form, except from her new husband.

And he was already boring her to tears. "Turn over," Buzz snapped. Quickly, Linda turned over on her belly, her ripe ass-cheeks quivering. She knew what was coming and she braced herself with a mixture of terror and wild, obscene excitement.

Her daddy used to whip her ass with his leather belt when she did something forbidden, and sometimes even when she didn't do anything bad. Because her father had taken her cherry by brute force one night after whipping her naked ass, Linda always associated that kind of hot pain with a shattering climax. She could actually have an orgasm from the stinging pain on her tender ass with nothing up her pussy.

Her husband wouldn't do that for her, and that was still another reason she found the tough cop so exciting and her husband so boring.

Behind her, Buzz took his thick leather belt from his pants, unsnapping the holster first. His broad chest was heaving with anger and excitement.

Twice he'd been passed over for the chief's position in this town, largely because of his vicious temper. He really shouldn't have beat the shit out of that weird, long-haired bastard he'd caught smoking dope in an alley two years ago. They'd raised such hell about police brutality that his chances for promotion for at least another five years were ruined.

The other reason he'd been passed over was his obsession with pinko-commie-dope-shooting-virgin-fucking bastards, who were everywhere, he was convinced. They were out to screw innocent young girls, like his daughter Sylvia. The current chief of police more than once had listened to Buzz rant and rave and shake his fist with disbelief. Because Buzz had been born and raised in this town, the chief did not try to get him off the force. But he did get him out of his hair by putting him on the quietest beat.

The town was not big enough for a police psychiatrist. But if it had been and Buzz were subjected to an examination, he would have been out on his ear in twenty seconds. The shrink would have elicited the fact that Buzz suffered from paranoia to an extreme degree. There were no pinko-commie-virgin-fucking bastards in this tranquil town.

Buzz was insanely jealous that some younger stud would get his daughter's luscious cherry, which he secretly craved. Not able to face his overpowering desire squarely, deep conflicts raged in the brawny cop – violent, seething conflicts.

He was about to savagely whip Linda's naked ass for her wanton behavior. He blindly ignored the fact that she was only doing what he wanted – sucking and fucking him at his whim.

Buzz Watkins was a dangerous man. His wife knew it. His foxy blonde daughter knew it, which was why she pretended to be such an innocent angel around him. But the trembling girl on the bed did not know it. She only knew she found him intensely sexy, and that she could get her rocks off explosively beneath his long, brutal prick.

Raising the tail-end of the belt high, Buzz brought it down in a sudden arc. Linda screamed as the leather tore across her naked ass-flesh. Again and again he brought the belt down, his eyes blazing. Her milk-white cheeks turned a deep crimson. Within a minute, his cock was pounding with fierce lust, quivering for action.

On the bed, Linda clawed at the sheets, sobbing. She was extremely aroused now, the burning anguish on her ass fusing with the fire in her feverishly sucking cunt.

Panting, Buzz tossed his belt aside and quickly mounted her from behind. He rammed his throbbing cock into her tight hot pussy in one violent thrust.

"Oh, Buzz, fuck me – oooooo!" sobbed Linda, wriggling her flaming ass eagerly beneath him. His cock felt deliciously hot and brutal inside her pulsing cunt, and Linda swung her hips wildly as he began fucking her savagely.

She'd learned to crave the punishment first, because when you got punished for doing something wicked in advance, it meant you paid your dues and could really enjoy yourself! This was an obscene lesson her father had taught her, and, as a result, the young housewife was torrid, starting to come almost at once from the hot friction of Buzz's immense hard-on.

Buzz never kissed a girl when he screwed her, not even his wife. He was a ferocious animal at sex, a primitive fucking machine who could go for thirty minutes without shooting his load, if he willed it. He clutched Linda's swollen hot tits in his fingers and fucked deeply and powerfully inside her spasming cunt. He hissed and grunted and slammed his cock almost to the hilt inside her luscious pussy. Sweat poured off his body and mingled with her perspiration, and the contact of her silky ass against his crotch intensified his lusty pleasure.

"Wild hot cunt, baby," he panted, ripping deep with his massive hard-on. "Keep swinging that ass! Gonna shove it up there too! Agggh, oh juicy pussy – mmmm!"

Wriggling and thrashing beneath him, Linda held her breath as she came in shuddering waves of excitement. He was mean, he was crude, but oh, God, what his long prick did to her feverish cunt! Her husband couldn't make her come like this – not with his timid bullshit!

As water seeks its own level, so did raw lust. For the ripely curved housewife, this was the only kind of sex that turned her on – savage brute fucking. A colossal club of prick meat battering her thrilled cunt. Her pussy was so hot, tight and fiery that Buzz didn't have to pretend she was Sylvia when it came to raw screwing.

"Change position!" wailed Linda. "Wanna change, Buzz!"

He slipped his prick out and Linda turned over to face him. He immediately rammed his bristling cock back in her squirming cunt, grabbing her ass-cheeks harshly. His wife told Buzz he had elephant hide on his prick, which was why he could screw for so long. It was also why she came again and again in convulsions of bliss, and it was why Linda gladly put up with his ranting and raving and unpredictable violence.

Most women would put up with an incredible amount of torment just to get one profound, thrilling orgasm. And in spite of Buzz's wild temper and incoherent raving, Linda found she could get her rocks off with feverish ecstasy beneath his thick, battering prick.

"Ah, Buzz, what a man!" cried Linda, clawing his hard, muscled ass with her nails. "Oooo, stud! Oh God, my pussy is going crazy! Fuck me, honey – deeper – unnng!"

Buzz did not have elephant hide on his cock. The secret of his fabulous staying power was simple. He was out to prove he could fuck like a bull, could outscrew any man in town – maybe in the whole goddamn state. To the vicious, burly cop, it wasn't how big it was or even how you used it – it was how LONG you used it.

He prided himself on the fact that he could make a female zombie come with his rock-hard prick. Once he got it inside their pulsing, juicy cunts, they couldn't get enough of his boiling cock.

This was certainly true of his own wife, Linda, and certain other women in town. But these women all had one other thing in common. They loved to be teased and savagely tormented first. Most women ran from the Gestapo-like stud as if he were poison. Buzz soothed himself by telling himself they were afraid of a real man, afraid of coming all over the place until they were ready to faint with thrills.

"Oh stud, I'm coming againnn!" moaned the frantic housewife, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and swinging her hot ass. Buzz had buried his face against the pillow so she couldn't slobber kisses over him, so Linda sank her teeth into his bare shoulder instead. Fuck her brains out, Buzz thought as he kept up the battering, feverish rhythm. Pound her hot pussy until she's coming over the walls and ceiling, by God, until the paint blisters off and melts from lustful heat. She was wild pussy – hotter and tighter than his own sexy wife.

Her lips slobbered over his cheek and Buzz twitched his head in disapproval. He rarely kissed women, even his wife, whom he pecked on the cheek in rare moments of affection. Once his wife had asked him to go down on her pussy, early in their marriage, and Buzz flew into a rage and whipped her ass. Men didn't eat pussy, he told her indignantly. Pansies did, and sicko-commie-pervert-women did, but real men didn't put their mouths down there. If God had meant for man to eat cunt, he would have put it on a menu, Buzz raved. You wouldn't catch a bull eating pussy, would you?

Linda was starting to climax again, her cunt gushing torrents of pussy juice over his pistoning prick. She panted deliriously and rubbed his taut ass with her frenzied fingers and churned her cunt with obscene joy.

It was his three hundred push-ups a day that enabled him to screw like a relentless machine. The only reason other men ate pussies, the goddamn perverts, was because they weren't in his tremendous physical shape: If every cunt-lapping pussy out there would follow Buzz's regimen of daily health, he'd be able to fuck like a man instead of a gasping fish trying to suck air. Shit, he wasn't even breathing hard and the feverish girl beneath him was panting madly and whooping with bliss.

"Change," Buzz rasped. He quickly slipped out his hard-on and climbed off the bed. "Dog-style," he snapped.

Linda hurried off the bed and hunched over the arm of an overstuffed chair in the bedroom. Her naked, ripe ass was turned up, and her dripping, hotly sucking cunt wriggled beneath.