Grant Dunlap worked the four-to-midnight shift, but as usual, he'd gone in early, leaving his wife alone and restless in the middle of the afternoon. Veronica paced back and forth in the kitchen of their modest tract home, fuming with rage and frustration. He hadn't fucked her in almost a month.
Everyone said Grant was a good cop. One of the best! His personnel folder was full of commendations for the tough cases he'd cracked, for bravery under fire, for being wounded twice in the line of duty and still getting the job done.
"Yeah, you're one hell of a good cop," Veronica said aloud. "But as a husband, you're a worthless piece of shit!"
The rattle of a lawnmower in their backyard accented her feeling of agitation. It criss-crossed the small patch of lawn as she paced the kitchen floor, left to right and back again. At least Billy Chapman accomplished something in his travels, cutting the grass that Grant hadn't had time for since winning a promotion to the Detective Division six months ago. He was so happy to be working in plainclothes at last.
"Big deal!" Veronica snarled to the empty room. "I like you best with no clothes at all!" But Grant had no more time for her than he did the lawn.
Last night, when Grant came off his shift, Veronica practically begged him to fuck her. She wore that pale blue baby-doll nightgown that he used to love. The lacy fringe barely covered her rich, dark spread of pussy hair.
She poured him a beer, and she stroked his cock while he drank it down. But nothing happened. Nothing at all! He pushed her hand away from his prick and said: "Get me another beer."
"What's the matter?" she moaned.
"You don't know, do you?" Grant bolted upright in his chair, every muscle in his body tense and hard except the one in his cock. "I'm on the Vice Squad, remember? I picked up three whores during my shift. The oldest girl was just a kid. One had her front teeth knocked out. The second one had cigarette burns on a pussy barely old enough to grow hair. And the third one took a flying leap out of a fourth floor window rather than let some old bastard ram his fist up her ass. His fist, damn it. His whole fucking fist! She was blonde, she was naked, and I think once she was very pretty. But it's hard to tell when you scrape the pieces off the sidewalk and pour them into a rubber bag."
Veronica felt her gut wrench. "That's not my fault! Damn it, I didn't want you to be a cop in the first place. My father will give you a job tomorrow that pays more."
"What? In his fucking furniture store? Tracking down people who won't pay for the plastic-coated crap that he sells on credit for two or three times what it's worth?"
"Oh, God – Grant!"
"If I worked bunko instead of vice, I'd have your fucking father's ass in the slam."
Veronica shuddered and slumped against the kitchen nil just thinking about last night. Then she gulped a breath and straightened herself. "You can wallow in shit if you watt, Grant Dunlap… but you aren't going to drag me down!" she cried in a voice shrill with desperation.
Outside, the lawnmower was still clattering back and forth. Veronica walked to the window and looked out. Billy Chapman's T-shirt was damp, clinging to his body with sweat. His rippling muscles bulged hard beneath the frail web of knit cloth.
In the crotch of his faded blue jeans, she could see an enormous cock bulge. It seemed to swell with each step he took, pulsing with the same kind of restless frustration that she felt.
Veronica was thirty, almost old enough to be Billy's mother. He was just a kid, but already a criminal in Grant's eyes. He didn't even want the kid to mow their lawn. "He's been busted twice for car clouting," Grant had told her. He checked everyone they met through R and I – Records and Identification. "The last timer they caught him with a fucking closet full of tape decks and CB's!"
"Give him a chance!" Veronica roared back. "What harm can he possibly do mowing our lawn?"
"He could break into the house and rape your ass, that's what he could do! He had two busts for assault before he was out of the fucking fifth grade?"
Veronica smiled and pulled open the back door. "Billy?" she called. "Hey, Billy."
"Yeah?" The clatter of the lawnmower stopped abruptly. The boy turned and saw her leaning out the backdoor. Her tits bulged out of her skimpy halter-top, and her ass was packed into a pair of tight shorts.
"I thought you must be getting awfully hot. Would you like something tall and cool to drink?"
I'd like something tall and cool all right if you weren't married to the toughest fucking cop in the whole damn town! Billy Chapman didn't care shit about mowing lawns. The money he made was a joke. He could do better in two minutes popping hubcaps off the right kind of car. But it kept his juvenile probation officer happy, and let him meet a lot of bored wives who wanted more than their grass mowed down.
He ambled toward the door with his thumbs hooked in the front pockets of his jeans. So what if her old man is a fucking tough cop? He thought. That just makes her a nicer prize. "Maybe I'm hotter than I thought," he said.
"I have a big pitcher of iced tea," Veronica said. She brushed back a strand of hair that tumbled over one eye. It was deep-brown and glistened like mink!
"How about a beer?"
"Oh, Billy you're too young for that."
"Bill," he said, stepping upon to the porch. "I hate being called Billy."
"All right… Bill. But no beer."
"Maybe you'd rather I get right down to it and start sucking on one of your big beautiful tits?"
"I'll get you a beer!" she said quickly.
Veronica had a feeling that she'd done the wrong thing. But it was too late now. Billy… Bill was already in the house. He pushed the back door closed and leaned against it, leering when she bent down to pull a frosty bottle of Grant's favorite beer off the bottom shelf of the refrigerator.
She wrenched off the cap and handed it to him, smiling weakly. If Grant caught them like this, he'd break the dark bottle over the boy's head and probably ram the jagged neck of it up her ass.
"This is good stuff," he said, after rolling a big gulp around in his mouth. "But I see something I like even better."
"NO!" Veronica backed away, raising her hands, wishing they were large enough to cover her heaving tits. Even with her fingers interlaced, the soft cleft between her tits remained in plain view.
"What's the matter? Isn't that why you invited me in?"
"Yes… no. Oh, shit – I don't know! Don't touch me… Grant will kill us both!"
"Only if he finds out, and I've been dodging the cops for years." He snaked his arms around Veronica's slender waist and pressed her against the cock bulge between his legs.
"Hhhuuuunnngh!" she gasped, but she rocked her hips, teasing his monster cock with the soft, pliant dome of her pussy mound.
Bill's cock stiffened inside his jeans. "You want my cock, don't you, baby? You want me to fuck you with my big prick."
"No!" She made a half-hearted attempt to break out of his grasp. "Grant carries a Magnum. If he came home now, he'd splatter your ass all over the wall!"
"But he ain't coming home, is he? He's out prowling in that unmarked car that any stupid shit head can spot four blocks away."
Bill tugged at the knot binding her halter-top and jerked it away. He let the cloth drop and leered at the woman's naked tits, wetting his lips with a teasingly slow swipe of his tongue. "Now there's a real pair – double D. Double deluxe tits with nipples that look like hubcaps off a truck!"
"You bastard! Get out of here!" Veronica tried vainly to cover her tits. They were huge, and the nipples that held his steely glare were already taut with an odd mix of fear and desire.
"I'm gonna love sucking on, those big tits while I ram my cock into your cunt!" He smirked and started pulling down his pants.
Veronica bolted then. Grant's off-duty gun was hanging in the hall closet – a snub-nosed.38 that regulations required him to carry even on those rare occasions when the two of them went to church.
Chapman stumbled after her, kicking off his jeans. "You bitch!" he roared. This is going to be more fun than I ever thought! He realized.
Veronica made it to the closet door. She yanked it open and fumbled for the gun. Bill caught her from behind, clasping her huge tits, unaware as yet what she sought with her thrashing hands.
Her fingers closed on the checkered walnut grip of the gun, but Bill's fingers were twirling her rigid nipples in tight spirals.
"Aaaagggghhhh," she moaned, and she lost her grasp. Her hands fluttered weakly at her sides while sobs of obscene pleasure burst from her lips.
Bill saw the gun swaying when her hands dropped. On the same belt, he saw a pair of handcuffs in a snap-topped leather pouch.
"Hot damn!" he hurled her aside and hauled the handcuffs out.
Veronica went spinning halfway across the room. Her long hair flew in tangled waves. She barked her shin on the coffee table, fell across it, and sprawled face down on the couch.
Chapman was on her before she could catch her breath. He yanked her right arm back, placed it in the gleaming stainless steel cuff and chuckled viciously as the metal ratchet-jaw snapped shut.
"You stupid shit – Grant will use your balls the next time he plays golf!"
"I ain't playing, lady. I mean to fuck me a cop's wife, and I mean to enjoy the hell out of it!"
"Oooooh, God!" Veronica tried to turn around, but Bill yanked her other arm back and slapped on the cuff. It clanked shut with a sound as final as the slamming of hell's gate.
"Now, bitch… roll over. Let's see how horny you really are." He lifted her legs and tossed her lengthwise on the couch. All her ranting about what her husband might do only made it more exciting.
Bill snagged his hands in the waistband of her tight shorts and ripped them off. Cloth ripped and seams parted.
She had a T-shaped spread of rich brown pussy curls – a broad band reaching out almost to the points of her hips, and a dense but narrow stripe that ran down and disappeared between her legs.
"Lemme see," Chapman said. He grabbed her ankles and jerked her legs apart. "God damn, the hair is so thick, I can't even see your cunt!"
But he knew it was there. He caught the rise of a musky scent. He grinned, wetting his lips again. Veronica winced. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she felt a searing tension around her wrists and straining torture where her shoulders were pulled back.
"It was your fucking husband who busted me the last time," Chapman said with a sneering grin. "He was just a fucking beat cop then… I guess maybe you didn't know that… but he cuffed me and slammed my head up against the fucking door post of the car. He said he knew the Goddamn stupid juvenile court judge wouldn't do shit to me, so he was going to take care of it right there in the car."
Veronica winced from the pain of her wrenched atmd and the tension of mounting fear. It had turned the oils in her pussy to a creeping ice-flow.
"You're lucky," he said coldly. "He had a big fucking lead-weighted club. All I've got is my cock… a very big, very hot cock." He stroked his prick with his right hand, gloating at the size and throbbing strength of it. "I have to jack-off five, maybe six times a day just to keep this big fucker from ripping my pants. Think what it's going to do to a tight, neglected pussy like yours!"
She was surprised he used the word neglected. He seemed wise beyond his years, and she felt certain that she was not the first bored wife to gape at his massive cock.
"Billy… I mean, Bill… you're going to get in big trouble for doing this!"
"Maybe, but I'm going to suck on a big, beautiful pair of tits first."
He pinched one thick dark nipple between his thumb and first finger, and he lowered his mouth to the other, lashing and twirling it with his tongue.
"Huuuunnngh!" Veronica groaned. Her first thought was that she'd rather have her tits run through a wringer. But the way he stroked her nipple with his tongue, the way his fingers spread and slid down to encase the whole of her creamy tit mound… She heard herself moan with pleasure in spite of her cringing fear.
"You fucking bitches are all alike," he said.
Veronica answered with a meaningless grunt. She tugged uselessly against the metal bands binding her arms, not so much because she wanted to get free, but because she wanted to get her hands on Billy Chapman's big cock. It had been so long since Grant had a hard-on as big and hard as that.
Bill sucked and gave her nipple another vicious tongue-lashing. The frantic suction and whip-like strokes of his tongue brought a scream of disgust to Veronica's lips, but the waves of pleasure rolling over her choked off the sound.
"Now I've got to check out your pussy," he said with a hungry grin. "I hope your cunt don't stink like that cop husband of yours. I can smell a cop two blocks away."
He put his hand on the stripe of silky cunt curls that ran down and disappeared between her legs. The skin on both sides was milk-white, and it was shivering. He ran his finger between her thighs seeking the warmth and dampness of her hidden cunt slit. Then he raised his hand and sniffed it.
"Nope… it don't smell like cop to me. What's the matter, won't your old man fuck you?"
"No," she said. The word just slipped out. "Not for a long time."
"What a dumb shit he must be! If I had a pussy like this at home, I'd be fucking it all the time." Bill wiggled his fingers between her legs and dipped into her juicy cunt again.
"Hhhaaaah," she gasped. She couldn't help it, her hips began to make fuck motions.
"That's what you want, isn't it? You want my big cock in your pussy!"
"Yes… damn it. Yes! Fuck me, you son of a bitch. Ooooh, fuck me hard. Pound my cunt and make it burn."
The horny teenager pried her legs apart with a rough sweep of his hands. One leg dangled off the edge of the couch, her foot resting flat on the floor. The other, he lifted and threw up on the back of the couch.
"Hhhoooo!" she gasped expectantly.
Her cuffed wrists hurt, and the pain made her brown eyes water. Her hands formed fists of tension beneath her back.
Bill climbed over her dangling leg and crouched down, a leering grin curled on his lips. "This is what you want, a solid foot of hot thick cook." He jerked his cock up and down so the cushioned head of it raked her twitching clit.
"Hhhaaagggh!" she cried. "Oooooh, shit!"
In her mind, Veronica hated what he was doing to her, but in her cunt, she was ready to fuck. More than ready. She humped and spread her legs as wide as she could, exposing her sleek, dark pussy at last.
"I love your hairy cunt," Bill said. He pitched forward and bridged himself above her. "And I love those big, delicious tits!"
He was drooling at the thought of fucking the sexy bitch, and it was all the better because she was a cop's wife. "This is what I think of that shit head you're married to – huuunnngh!" He rammed his cock in, sinking it to the thick, hairy root, then he twisted it, wrenching his hard prick-shaft around her tight cunt.
Veronica let out a long wail. A knife stabbed into her chest would have shocked her less. She'd never been unfaithful to Grant and never thought she would have cause to be. He had a great cock when he felt like using it. But now, there was a strange and viciously hot prick inside of her pussy. It pumped in and out, spreading the long wet tube of her cunt so violently that blue-white sparks of pain seemed to burst like rockets before her eyes.
"You love it, don't you? You want my prick rammed in as far as it will go!"
"Yyyeeesss," she hissed through teeth clenched in shock. "Oooooh, yes! Fuck me! Rape me! Fill my aching cunt!"
He squeezed her lush tits so hard that the nipples bulged. Her thick red tit-nubs sprouted from a broad ring of nubby flesh. He sucked on one then the other with wolfish glee, all the time ramming and twisting into her pussy with his massive cock.
Bill loved the frenzied motions of torment that rose from the depths of her cunt. Slithering pulses ran up and down his giant cock shaft. Her pussy was gripping and sucking like it wanted to swallow his cock balls and all.
"Grungh! Hhaaahhh! Huuummmpht!" Veronica grunted. She arched, lifting the weight off her cuffed wrists, grunting from the strain.
"You've got the hottest pussy on this whole block!" Bill told her. "I hate to think of it being wasted on a fucking cop!"
"Don't talk about him!"
The thought of what she was doing still sickened her. But she could not have stopped then even if that was within her power. Even if her hands were free and she held Grant's gun, she'd have still begged him to fuck her and spread her furry pussy wide to receive his monster cock.
Bill gave a fierce grunt and felt his body stiffen with the tension of extreme delight. A second later, his cock gave a twitching throb, and it began to fire.
"Yes!" Veronica wailed. "Ooooh, I can feel your hot jism going in! More! More! Uuuunnngh! Fuck me full of your greasy slime!"
Her whole body jerked each time a searing spurt of cum sank in. She screamed until the intensity of her climax reached its peak. Then she could make no sound at all. After an anguished moment of shivering silence, her entire body went slack. She fell back limp and gasping.
When Bill Chapman left the house, Veronica cried. She felt sick because of what she'd done, mostly because she enjoyed it so much…