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CHAPTER THREE

The bar was a tacky little joint in the Beacon Hill section of Boston. The brick streets were so narrow, there was not even enough room for cars to pass each other. And all the buildings in the area were anywhere from 130 to 200 years old.

Christina sat at the bar, rather than one of the quaint tables, and ordered a gin martini. She lit a cigarette and smiled at the bartender when he gave her the drink.

"Where the hell does a girl find some action around here?" she asked, her eyes holding a hint of mischief in them.

"I'm not altogether sure I know what you mean," the bartender replied.

He was in his middle forties and had been a bartender most of his adult life. He had seen just about everything, but a woman as good-looking as Christina looking for action was something way the hell out of the ordinary.

"If you're looking, for a little rock and roll with the lights out, I'm up for the taking," he said.

Christina eyed the man. He had a slight pot belly, but that didn't bother her. The bartender seemed educated, even if he did work in a small bar that didn't have a lot of customers. You never can tell who does and who doesn't have an education, she thought.

"Yeah, I think I tan handle that easy enough." Her eyes met the bartender's. They both knew fucking the night away was in their future. "When do you get off?"

"I can get off on you," he said with a leer, "but I have to work until two. That's when the bar closes."

Christina glanced at her watch. It was a little past midnight. What the hell? Why not drink for awhile before getting some hard cock shoved into her cunt?

By two, Christina was drunk. The bartender, afraid that she might suddenly back down on her part of the deal, kept making her martinis stronger and stronger. By the end of the evening, Christina was virtually drinking straight gin.

"By the way," the bartender said, openly staring at Christina's massive tits, "my name's Tony. Tony's the name."

"Darling. You can call me darling." Christina giggled at her own joke and downed what remained of her drink. It was nearly two, and Tony was already putting the chairs on the tables and chasing out the customers.

"Come on," Tony said after the last of the customers had left. "I've got a friend I want you to meet." He grabbed his cock through his pants, motioning for Christina to go outside. Christina, drunk, didn't realize that Tony's friend was actually his cock.

"Are we going to get in a three-way?" she asked, her tongue feeling thick. "Oh, no, I'm afraid I've gotten drunk. Isn't that something? Funny how things like that seem to make me more hornier."

She put her arm around Tony's waist as they walked down the dimly lit street. He put his arm around her shoulders, his hand dangling very close to her pleasantly plump tit.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to fuck your eyes out."

"They say love is blind," Christina replied, then started laughing again. Somehow she just couldn't take Tony seriously. After Bob had turned into a complete dud, except, of course, for the bellyful of hot jizz he had provided, Christina just couldn't take anything seriously. If Tony turned out to be a dynamite fucker, then she'd see him again. And if he turned out to be a bum fuck, well, that wouldn't hurt her, anyway.

Tony let his fingers graze Christina's tit, and when Christina didn't make any move to stop him, he boldly cupped her heavy, firm tit mound. Even through her blouse and bra, Tony could feel Christina's hard nipple pressing out. Never before had he felt a tit as large and firm as Christina's.

He, too, had had more than a couple drinks. He had convinced himself they were only to calm his jagged nerves so Christina wouldn't know how nervous he was. And now his mind in a pleasant buzz from the booze, he was ready for fucking.

Christina felt him squeeze her tit and fondle her hard nipple. Instantly, she wanted to fuck. To fuck immediately. She turned to Tony and moved closer. She wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck and pressed her fat tits against his chest, driving Tony mad with lust.

He pushed her back into a doorway where it was dark and secluded from any traffic that might come by. Christina didn't protest. A little foreplay in the streets wasn't so bad, she decided. Not many hours earlier, she had sucked an old fart's cock in the Commons, why not do a little necking in Beacon Hill?

"You're somethin' else," Tony hissed, pressing his body against Christina's. He felt her tits mash against his chest, felt Christina rub her pussy against his throbbing cock. Tony pressed his lips down on Christina's, his tongue searching, frisking, playing in her mouth. Both their tongues darted, playing a silly, passionate, lusty game. Tony's hands slithered between their bodies, cupping a tit in one hand while unbuttoning Christina's blouse with the other.

"Yessssssssss!" Christina said as Tony buttoned her blouse and started kissing her neck. The clasp of her bra was between the cups, and after Tony's trembling hands proved too clumsy to unhook it, Christina helped him along by unfastening it herself. A moment later, her tits – all thirty-eight inches of them – popped into view, drawing a gasp of absolute erotic delight from Tony.

"Ho-lee-shit!" he gasped then buried his face in the milky smooth tit-flesh. Tony inhaled deeply and drank in the sweet fragrance of her perfumed tits. He wanted Christina. He wanted her more than anything in the world. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything.

"Ooohhhh!" Tony groaned as his hungry lips captured Christina's large pink nipple. The nipple, engorged with lust, stood out solidly in the middle of the pliant titflesh. Tony almost cried he was so happy. Many times he had watched the guys picking up girls in the bar. Sometimes he even managed to get a date with one customer or another, but nothing like this ever happened to him before.

Tony reached between Christina's legs, and she spread them for him, closing her eyes and sighing with pleasure.

"That's it, baby," Christina whispered, her tongue flicking out to graze Tony's ear. "I like a man who doesn't pussy-foot around. Just let me know what you want."

"I want you, damn I want all of you!"

Tony pushed Christina's skirt up higher and grabbed her panties. She felt the tug, heard the soft ripping sound as they were torn from her body, then felt the cool evening air against her dewy cunt. When she told Tony that she didn't like her men to pussy foot around, she never thought he would take it this literally!

"Damn! You're so fucking hot already! I've got to fuck you!"

Tony's prick slid smoothly over her tongue, pushing out her cheeks, stretching and contorting her features.

"Uhhh!" she gasped at the sudden invasion of prickflesh into her mouth. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned tightening her lips around his charging, throbbing cock.

Tony frantically pounded his prick into Christina's mouth. He held her head still and jerked his prick back and forth between her lips, forcefully fucking her beautiful face. And then, just as soon as his cock was quivering and wet with her spit, he pulled his prickmeat from her mouth and grabbed her under the arms, raising Christina to her feet.

"Come on, let me stick my cock in you!"

"Yesssssss!" Christina purred, hooking her arms around Tony's neck. She raised one leg and wrapped it around Tony's waist, sort of hitting his ass with her heel to spur him on. That left her standing unsteadily on one foot, and her high-heeled shoe wasn't the easiest thing to balance on.

Tony slipped his hands under Christina's skirt, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of her ass. He held her up slightly, then drove his slick cock at her wet cunt. His cockhead hit her thigh and slid along it, missing her cunt. Christina dropped a hand and grabbed his cockmeat, and the cylinder of pulsating prickflesh shuddered. She aimed his cockhead at her pussy and whispered, "Now!"

Tony groaned, like an animal. He stabbed at Christina's pussy, and his prick found her cunt. His cockhead punched between her cuntlips and sank full length between her cunt walls, being gently massaged as it invaded her hot pussy.

Tony plastered his lips against Christina's, and she sucked on the tongue he offered. She felt every wonderful inch of his prick – particularly his cockhead – as he pounded his cockshaft into her cunt. Her head bounced uncomfortably against the marble wall of the building behind her, and her hip struck the unyielding surface painfully hard, driving right up her cunt, sliding over her clit with enough friction to bring tier to a wrenching orgasm.

It was time. That was all she needed. Just enough time to have Tony slide his cock into her cunt maybe twenty or thirty times, and she would come. She would come and come and come. Christina was ready for it, waiting with anticipation as she closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations her clit was sending through her body.

But what she wanted and what she got were two entirely different things. Christina's dark hair glistened in the pale streetlight, and that, more than anything else, caught the policeman's attention. He and his partner were just cruising the Beacon Hill section of town, looking for rich old fools who had drunk too much and didn't have the sense to call a cab.

"See that?" the cop said to his young partner who drove the squad car.

"What?"

"Over there. In the doorway. Looked like hair. Long hair. Woman's hair, maybe." The policeman unsnapped the safety strap holding his magnum revolver in its holster. "Kill the lights. Might be a rape."

The patrolman punched the light switch and turned the car in the right direction, moving slowly up the street with the perfectly-tuned engine humming softly.

Christina was oblivious to anything but her cunt and the thrusting cock inside it. The cops were almost on top of her and Tony before she saw them and shrieked, pushing Tony away. But he struggled with her, unaware of the cops. He grabbed her ass to skewer his prick back into her hot, clasping pussy.

"Don't!" Christina gasped, hitting Tony with the side of her tiny fist. "Get away!"

"Freeze, buddy!" the cop shouted, dropping down to one knee behind the squad car, leveling his awesome revolver at Tony's chest. "Step away from the lady, and you won't get hurt."

Tony turned, his cock standing out from his body, dripping with cunt juice. He found himself staring down the working end of two police revolvers. He jerked his pants up and, as be was doing that, he was shoved against the wall by the patrolman who had been driving, while the other cop rubbed the side of his head with a long nightstick.

"Are you all right, lady?" the cop with the nightstick asked, assuming that this was a rape. "Everything's going to be just fine."