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CHAPTER TWO

When Karen awoke Saturday morning, she reached across the bed to feel Joe.

Only Joe wasn't there.

Instantly she was vividly awake. She looked at the small clock beside the bed. It was eight-thirty in the morning and Joe still wasn't home!

She threw the blankets off her naked, voluptuous body, her mind spinning as she thought about what might have happened to him.

Just then the telephone rang. Karen answered it quickly.

"Joe? Joe? Are you all right?" she asked rapidly.

"Mrs. Hobson?" a strange male voice asked.

"Yes. This is Mrs. Hobson."

Karen's heart stopped beating. She was convinced without being told that something terrible had happened to her beloved husband.

"Mrs. Hobson, this is Sheriff Carlisle, and I've got some bad news for you."

Sheriff Carlisle did have some bad news for Karen, and when he was finished telling it, it didn't leave Karen feeling sad. It left her feeling pissed as hell.

Joe had been arrested in the wee hours of the morning on a Driving While Intoxicated charge. What made matters worse was that he had a woman with him and she was giving him a blow-job when Joe was pulled over and subsequently arrested.

By the time Karen hung up the phone, she had a slow burning anger inside her that she knew wouldn't easily be soothed. The lousy, rotten, two-timing son of a bitch! thought Karen as she sat in her bedroom.

Her asshole was still tingling a little from taking Joe's monstrous, bone-hard prick into it the previous evening. Karen remembered how she'd wantonly told Joe that he could have her any way he wanted to. She was even going to let him titty-fuck her and cum on her face, if that would please him.

She did all that for him and how did she get treated in return? He goes out and gets a blow-job from some slut!

Karen was fuming. She had to go to jail to get him out, but she really felt like leaving him in there over the weekend. If it wasn't for the fact that he had an extremely important business appointment early on Monday morning, she'd let him stay in jail.

But, of course, Karen knew she couldn't let him stay there. The business appointment could change their lives. It might just possibly almost double their yearly income. No matter how angry Karen was at her husband, she wouldn't allow herself to destroy an opportunity like that. He'd worked too hard to set the meeting up for her own petty grievances to stand in the way.

Still angry but now being able to think a bit more rationally, Karen got up from the bed, wondering what she should do next.

p(line).***

Barbara waited until she heard the line click dead before she put her receiver on the cradle. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her chest.

Daddy was getting a blow-job from a woman while he was driving drunk, she thought. Now he's in jail and mom must be going right out of her mind!

A teenager, Barbara resembled her mother in many ways. She had Karen's auburn hair, except Barbara had hers fashioned in a somewhat punk style, and combed back above the ear on one side. Her cheekbones were very prominent, and she usually highlighted them with a bit of rouge. Her eyes were hazel and quite beautiful.

Barbara didn't have her mother's big tits, but her 36C-24-36 figure had turned many heads in her young life, and she was justifiably proud of her almost perfect proportions.

The girl took a pack of cigarettes from the drawer near her bed and lit one, inhaling the smoke slowly and letting it slowly exhale.

She had to help her mother get Joe out of jail.

p(line).***

"So you were listening on the other extension then?" Karen asked quietly, shocked that her daughter knew everything. "I'm sorry. You weren't suppose to hear that. At your age you shouldn't have to deal with problems like this."

"That's okay," Barbara said, standing uncomfortably in the doorway to her parents' bedroom. "I want to help if I can. I'm not a baby any more, you know."

Karen looked at Barbara and smiled. It was true. Barbara wasn't a little girl any more. She was young and beautiful, and there was a toughness to her spirit that Karen knew she herself didn't possess.

"Well, we'll see if there's anything you can do later," Karen said finally. "Right now I've got to go to the police station and see what I can do to get Joe out."

Barbara nodded her head thoughtfully. "Then I'll see you when you get back."

p(line).***

"I've got to check you for weapons," Deputy Phelps said to Karen. "Put your hands against the wall and don't move 'em until I tell you otherwise."

A shiver of fear went through Karen as she put her hands against the wall, placed her feet back a little more, and spread her feet in the standard position she'd seen on so many television shows.

Deputy Phelps had a rotten reputation in town as a man who would abuse his authority, and the reputation was well deserved.

"I've only come here to see my husband," Karen said, surprised that her voice was just a whisper.

"Shut up!" Deputy Phelps snapped harshly. "Don't talk unless you're spoken to."

Karen felt the deputy's hands at her ankle. His hands traveled up her leg, over her calf to her thigh. Karen groaned softly as she felt Deputy Phelps' fingers kneading her thigh through her slacks.

"What are you doing?" Karen asked as the deputy's hands moved slowly up her thigh.

"Shut the fuck up I said!"

Karen closed her eyes. She dropped her head, her chin on her chest now. Despite her contempt for the deputy, she could feel a new warmth in her cunt from the way he was massaging her thigh, his hands moving closer and closer to her pussy.

At the top of her leg, his fingers nearly touching her pussy through her slacks and panties, the deputy's upward progress stopped and he started on her other ankle, once again working this way up.

Karen sighed with relief. She didn't want him to touch her cunt because if he did he'd surely feel the pussyjuice that was heating and moistening her cunt.

The hands were at her other thigh, kneading and massaging the muscular flesh. This time, however, the deputy boldly put his hand at the juncture of Karen's thighs, pressing his fingers against her cuntlips.

"Oh!" Karen gasped.

Deputy Phelps rubbed his hand back and forth over Karen's cuntlips, forcing her panties to press hard against her tingling clit. She bit her lower lip softly to keep from moaning. Even though she despised the cruel bastard, his fingers were igniting a fire in her cunt that she knew wouldn't easily be doused.

"Lady, you've got one hell of a body," Deputy Phelps said, a cruel tone to his words. "One of the absolute best in town. You sure as hell have the biggest tits!"

He laughed and Karen felt a sense of dread sweeping over her. There was nothing she could do to fight the bastard. If she didn't please Deputy Phelps, he could turn her away and she wouldn't have a chance to talk to Joe.

When Karen felt the deputy's fingers sliding under her sweater in back, touching her flesh, her clit throbbed hotly between her pink, juicy cuntlips. Not even her own personal revulsion of the man could stop her passion-hungry, wanton body from responding to what he was doing to her.

He pushed both hands up Karen's sweater, all the way up to her shoulders. Then Deputy Phelps' right hand slipped around her body and he cupped her tit in his palm, the fingers pressing into her firm tit through her bra.

The tingles that went from Karen's nipple through her body was like a powerful electric shock. She had a man's hand grabbing her tit, squeezing and rubbing it. Karen's tits hadn't been touched by anyone but herself and Joe in years. She hated Deputy Phelps for what he was doing to her, and yet she was getting turned on, too.

"Fuckin' A!" the deputy hissed under his breath.

He reached around Karen's body with both hands and grabbed her tits under her sweater. His fingers bore deep into the 40D-cup tits. As he fondled her tits, he rubbed his crotch against her asscheeks, sliding his hips from side to side as his cock got hard inside his pants.

Karen remained in the position, feet spread wide, leaning forward with her hands against the wall. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she tried to ignore the swirling sensations of lust that were going through her. The heat of the deputy's prick seemed to go straight into her. It was almost as though neither of them had any clothes on and she could feel the burning heat of his throbbing cock against her naked asscheeks.

Deputy Phelps pushed Karen's sweater so that it was bunched above her tits and was above her shoulder blades in back. He chuckled as he grabbed her bra and unfastened the clasp at her back.

"Oh no!" Karen moaned softly as she felt her bra loosening around her body, the cups releasing their tension against her huge boobs.

A moment later Karen heard a zipping sound and felt the deputy's cock press between her asscheeks. His arms wound around her body and he grabbed her tits, his fingers pushing the cups away from the boobs. He pinched her nipples hard and rolled them, which sent a fresh wave of pussyjuice to Karen's cunt.

"Suck my cock," the deputy hissed viciously.

Karen shook her head. She wouldn't suck his cock no matter what. The only man in the world she'd ever given a blow-job to was her husband, and she wasn't going to change that fact with a cruel son of a bitch who forced himself upon her.

"Lousy cunt," Deputy Phelps hissed through clenched teeth.

He sank his fingers painfully deep into Karen's tits to show her that he didn't like being denied anything. His uniform pants were down to his knees and his cock – all nine thick, fiery inches of it – was trapped between his body and Karen's asscheeks, rubbing against the fabric of her slacks.

Karen could really feel the heat of the deputy's prick now. Her clit was tingling madly, erect with the lust that was sizzling through her, seething with passion. She wished that Deputy Phelps would once again reach between her wide-spread thighs to rub his hand against her cuntlips, then cursed herself silently for thinking such thoughts.

"Oh, yeah! Lady, you could really do my cock justice!" the deputy whispered. "I could really get off on a broad like you. I like cunts with big tits and big asses!"

"You bastard," Karen whispered.

She waited for retribution, but apparently the deputy hadn't heard her. Karen ran the tip of her tongue around her mouth, licking her lips to moisten them. The hands that worked over her tits had become more gentle, and the response her body had to having her tits fondled and her nippled pinched softly and rolled was powerful.

Slick, juicy girl-cum flowed to Karen's cuntlips and she wondered if there was so much pussyjuice there that it would seep through her panties and slacks. She could never see Joe with a wet spot in her slacks. He knew what kind of horny woman she was, and he'd suspect – and accurately – what had happened the moment he saw her.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" the deputy moaned, sliding his hips back and forth.

His cock pulsated hotly as he rubbed it in the crevice of his captive's magnificent asscheeks. Deputy Phelps kept his prick trapped between his own body and hers and though he wasn't actually fucking her, the stimulation the situation gave him made the cum simmer in his balls.

Karen tried to control her breathing and the response her fiery body was having to what the deputy was doing to her. She tried and she failed. Her clit was too aroused to be calmed down. The cups of her bra were above her tits and the deputy was squeezing her big mounds of tit flesh firmly but without undue force, just the way Karen liked her ultra-sensitive tits to be massaged.

"Suck my cock," the deputy repeated.

Karen shook her head, her auburn hair jouncing a little. She couldn't speak. Her mouth was bone dry. The heat of the deputy's prick as it slid up and down through the tight valley of her asscheeks was making her shiver with ecstasy.

Deputy Phelps felt his balls beginning to burn. He jerked his hips back and forth faster, huffing and panting as the underside of his prick slid against Karen's slacks. He held tightly onto her tits, pressing his fingers deep into the biggest tits he'd ever felt in his life.

Karen's eyes were squeezed tightly shut. She tried to picture the deputy's prick, mentally judging its length and thickness. She hadn't seen his cock, but from what she could tell he had a big, hard, delicious cock that she would love to suck and have jamming hard and fast into her dripping cunt. She would love to fuck the deputy, if only he wasn't forcing himself upon her, if only she wasn't married to Joe, that two-timing bastard.

The hoarse gasp that Karen heard behind her was followed almost instantly by the hot, juicy feel of cum splashing up her back.

Deputy Phelps released Karen's tits and grabbed her hips, holding her securely as she leaned against the wall. His hips pistoned back and forth furiously as cum squirted from his balls and spit out of his pisshole.

Thick, white jets of cum shot out of the deputy's cockhead. The cum lanced through the air and splashed onto Karen's back, hitting her almost as high as her shoulder blades, leaving trails of gooey white cum down to the waistband of her slacks.

"Cunt! Whore!" the khaki-clad deputy groaned as cum exploded out of his free-swinging, overheated balls.

Karen almost came herself just from the feel of the cum on her back. She felt the rivers of cum hitting her on the small of the back. Her cunt tightened up in response. Karen shivered as her clit throbbed hotly between her tingling cuntlips.

"Ohhhhhh!" Deputy Phelps sighed.

He let go of Karen's hips and grabbed the shaft of his prick. He stroked the shaft and cum trickled out of his pisshole. He rubbed his pricktip against Karen's asscheeks, rubbing off the white cum on her pants.

When he had shot his entire load of cum and completely emptied his balls, he stepped away from Karen, his face flushed with the exertion of what he'd just done.

"Okay, now you can go see your husband," he said, hitching up his pants.

Karen, her chin on her chest, remained motionless for a couple seconds. She could feel every drop of cum that the deputy had squirted onto her turgid flesh. Her tits, hanging beneath her, were still tingling hotly from his fingers. Her cuntlips were aching for a hard cock to spread them wide, her clit sizzling with anticipation.

Slowly she straightened up, not really knowing what to do. She kept her back toward the deputy so that he couldn't see her big, creamy tits.

Reaching behind her, Karen tried to hook her bra together again. The move caused her tits to swell out from her chest even more than they normally did.

When she caught the ends of her bra and started to hook them together, Karen felt cum on her fingers. She groaned her disapproval, hoping that the deputy would think she wasn't in the least bit aroused by what he'd just done to her.

When she had her bra back together and her tits nestled tightly inside the cups, she smoothed her sweater down over the huge swells of her boobs. She could feel the cum sticking to the sweater, and though she wouldn't admit it, the feel of the cum against her skin was an erotic sensation to the big-titted brunette.

"Can I see him now?" Karen asked, turning around to face Deputy Phelps for the first time since he'd made her lean against the wall to be patted down.

"Sure thing. Now that I know you haven't got any weapons, you can see him as long as you want to."

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