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CHAPTER TWO

"Why didn't you scream?" one of the cops asked as I huddled under a blanket in the backseat of their cruiser.

"I did," I lied. "But nobody heard me."

"That figures," the other one said. "In this neighborhood a cry for help is like an invitation. If she'd screamed, there probably would have been a line of hoods waiting to get in on the action."

"True," the first one agreed. "But what were you doing around here in the first place? You hardly find any decent woman walking the streets around here. Talk about your invitations."

"I told you," I protested, "my car broke down. I was on my way home to the suburbs from a PTA meeting."

"All the way across the city?" one of them asked skeptically.

"Busing," I explained. "My kids are bused across the city."

"What did he look like?"

"Who knows. The night was dark, and so was his face. If he bumped into me on the street tomorrow, I wouldn't recognize him."

"Never mind his face."

"I don't understand," I said warily.

"Don't play with us, Mrs., uh… what did you say your name was?"

"Mrs. Randall."

"Don't play with us, Mrs. Randall. You know it wasn't his face we expect you to remember."

"I beg your pardon."

"His cock, lady, his cock," one of them said with exasperation. "What did his cock look like?"

"Oh," I whispered in a small voice. "Well?"

"It was long and big," I improvised the obvious.

"We know that," one of the cops snapped impatiently. "Did it have any distinguishing characteristics? Could you pick it out in a line-up?"

"A line-up of men's cocks?" I blurted incredulously, realizing too late that my gutter language was most inconsistent for a woman who maintained she was a respectable middle-class wife and mother.

They both turned around to face me and slowly nodded theft heads. They were both smiling knowingly.

Nervously I suggested that they return me to my car. When they reminded me that I'd said it was broken down, I asked them to take me to their precinct station so I could call my husband.

But the police cruiser didn't move. Apparently my performance had satisfied neither cop.

"Mrs. Randall," one of them finally said, "I don't think you understand our position. As police officers, we can't leave the scene of the crime until we've verified what happened. You say a man raped you – but you don't seem to want to tell us anything beside the fact that he had a long, big prick."

"But I don't know what else to tell you," I protested. "It's all I remember."

"Maybe we can jog your memory."

"I don't understand."

"It's simple. While it's still fresh in your mind we need to get an accurate description. Then when the next woman gets raped, we can match what she says with what you say. If we catch the guy we've got him on two counts with two witnesses."

"But I told you all I know," I squirmed.

"Maybe you know more than you think, Mrs. Randall."

"Are you saying that I'm lying?" I tried to cover up the fact that I actually was.

They looked at each other and smiled. A communication was going on between them from which I was excluded. I suspected that I was about three jumps behind what was really happening.

"Have you ever heard of a composite, Mrs. Randall?" one of them asked.

"You mean where you put together familiar characteristics to make a description of someone?"

"Exactly."

"Of course," I said. "I've seen it on television."

"That's what we plan to do here – right at the scene of the crime before your memory fades."

"But how?"

"Simple, if we were to show you a couple of cocks right now, you could probably tell us which things about them were similar to the rapist's."

I wasn't dumb enough to think they carried around mug-shots of rapists' hard-ons. I knew that if I was going to be looking at any stiff pricks they would belong to the two cops in the car with me. Trembling with a sudden chill of terror, I realized that I had just made up the three jumps.

Their whole line of questioning had been nothing more than a trap. They didn't care who'd raped me.

Of course there was no way I could protest. I was as alone with them in the urban wasteland as I'd been with the original rapist. If they intended to show me their dicks, it would be useless for me to protest. They had all the authority – I was just a helpless, naked woman they had found in the street in a neighborhood where I didn't belong.

"All right," I sighed, "I get your drift. Go ahead and show me your penises."

"Penises, Mrs. Randall?" One of them raised his eyebrows. "Before you were calling them something else."

"Okay," I gave in, "cocks. If you show me your cocks, I'll do the best I can."

"That's better, Mrs. Randall. You may have just saved yourself a lot of trouble."

They unzipped their pants without further delay, getting to theft knees on the front seat and turning toward me. Suddenly I was staring at two pricks.

"Well, Mrs. Randall?"

"I… I can't tell," I stammered. "His was hard, of course."

"Maybe you'd like to help us out with that."

"How?"

"Suck us."

I didn't want to consider the consequences if I didn't. The cops had long since began to frighten me as much or more than the rapist.

I leaned forward and opened my mouth a couple of inches from the cock at the driver's side. It was like diving into near freezing water, but after several moments of trembling hesitation I took the plunge.

I expected my willingness to cooperate to settle things down, but I was wrong. Even though I was now sucking cock it was still not enough to satisfy them.

"The blanket," the one on the passenger's side said impatiently. "Take the blanket off so we can see your body. We want to get as close to the alleged crime as possible to check out your story."

Feeling I had no choice, I doffed the blanket as I was ordered.

"Now start sucking," the one I was blowing snapped. "Really start fucking me with your mouth the way you said the rapist made you do it."

My lips slid clown his thick shaft. His prick was hardening by the second. By the time my lips were nuzzling against his hairy balls, it was like steel.

"He fuck ed your mouth like this, didn't he?" the cop on my mouth said, and began rolling his hips. "You could feel it all the way down your throat."

Unable to speak, I nodded my head.

"Was his cock as long and thick as mine?"

I nodded again.

"Good," he chuckled, "now we're getting someplace. Now just keep sucking and you'll remember a lot more."

There seemed no other alternative but to obey. Closing my eyes, I really began to give him head in earnest.

"She deep-throats pretty good for a housewife," the one watching told his partner. "You really think she's telling us the truth."

"I'll tell you after I come."

By this time I knew that anything I did would be held against me. However, I equally realized that the worst thing I could do was back off. If I let him spurt in my mouth and swallowed it, they might think I was a whore, but if I didn't, there was no telling what they might do to me.

I forced myself to forget everything but the cock I was sucking. It started to seem sweeter and sweeter to me once I had made the necessary mental adjustment.

I began to actively slide my lips up and down the shaft engorging my mouth and throat. One moment I would have him all the way to the hilt, the next I would be tonguing only the throbbing head.

I was on my knees on the floor by now. That made it easy for the cop I wasn't sucking to reach over the seat and begin feeling my bare tits. He went right to the nipples, twisting them the way the rapist had.

"She's got hard tits," he told his mouth-fucking partner. "Her nipples are like little dicks."

"Why don't you get in the back seat and suck them," the cop in my mouth suggested.

"Yeah, that way I can check out her pussy at the same time."

Before I knew it, he had joined me. While I continued to do the best I could on his partner's throat-probing cock, he came up under me and pushed his face between my breasts while he pinched my turgid nipples.

I couldn't help myself. Suddenly I knew that when he felt my cunt it would be soaking wet.

Like it or not, I was horny all over again. Even though I had been raped a short time before, I felt like I hadn't had sex for months.

A hand slid between my thighs. Automatically, I opened them wide so my twat would be easy to get to. Right away I felt several fingers slip within me.

"Her pussy's dripping," my secret was let out. "This bitch likes it."

Even if my vocal cords had not been stifled by a pumping hard-on, I wouldn't have protested. The cop sucking my tits and feeling up my pussy was right – I liked it.

And not only did I like it, as each moment of stimulation passed, I wanted more. With my eyes still closed, I uncontrollably began to visualize myself provoking things until I was getting both cocks at once in tight, throbbing holes. I could no longer deny that I wanted them both to fuck me at the same time.

Opening my eyes, I surveyed the scene and acted accordingly. My actions were as smooth as if I'd made it with two men dozens of times.

Making my desire clear, I parted my knees so that my pussy was open and dripping between my thighs. Then I grabbed the cock in the back seat and began tugging it in the direction of my steaming crotch. When the head began rubbing against my pussy lips, I thought I would die from excitement.

I pulled the dick in my face far enough out to mumble, "Fuck me, fuck my cunt while your partner is fucking my mouth."

Then, as I resumed deep-throating, the cop in the back scooted under my parted legs so I was straddling his loins. I looked down and watched his blue-veined hard-on begin to work its way inside me.

Easing myself down, I spread the folds of my cunt around the crown of his cock and made it penetrate me much faster than it would have been able to do on its own. It was even thicker than the prick down my throat.

Soon I was getting it in my snatch to the hilt, as well as my mouth. Both pricks were big enough that I halfway expected their heads to collide somewhere in the center of my body.

Then I discovered the seesaw effect. Because of the way in which I was positioned, by bobbing up and down, I could switch maximum insertion back and forth between my mouth and pussy. When one cock was in me to the balls, the head of the other was all that was inside me at the other end – then, with a quick movement, vice-versa. The double friction this created was fantastic.

My twat was lathering with its own juice, my mouth gurgling with spit. The two hard-ons were pistoning within me. I was fucking like a two-cylinder engine.

I wanted cum. Cum in my mouth and cunt. Had I been able to speak I would have screamed for it.

I was bouncing up and down like I was on a pogo stick. The chafing at both ends became harder and harder.

The cock on top lurched further than it ever had before down my throat. Sperm abruptly poured forth.

Then, with my belly suddenly full of jizz, I squatted down as far as I could go and repeated the same nut-sucking process with my tight cunt. The prick there duplicated the action of the first and was quickly spraying my interior all the way to my ovaries.

It was wonderful. I wished the gooey spurting would never stop. When it did, I immediately wanted more.

As the cocks wilted, unplugging themselves from my body in the gushing wash at both ends of my body, I fell to the floor of the car and spread my legs as far as they would go. One leg was hooked over the front seat, the other over the back. My pussy and asshole were throbbing between my wide-open thighs.

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."