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When Kristen awoke Saturday morning, she reached
across the bed to feel Jeff.
Only Jeff 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 Jeff 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. Kristen answered it quickly.
"Jeff? Jeff? Are you all right?" she asked rapidly.
"Mrs. Hobson?" a strange male voice asked.
"Yes. This is Mrs. Hobson."
Kristen'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 Kristen, and when he was
finished telling it, it didn't leave Kristen feeling sad. It left her
feeling pissed as hell.
Jeff 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 Jeff was pulled over and
subsequently arrested.
By the time Kristen 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 Kristen as she sat in her bedroom.
Her asshole was still tingling a little from taking Jeff's monstrous,
bone-hard prick into it the previous evening. Kristen remembered how she'd
wantonly told Jeff 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!
Kristen 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, Kristen 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 Kristen 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, Kristen got
up from the bed, wondering what she should do next.
* 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 Kristen'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 Jeff out of jail.
* "So you were listening on the other extension then?" Kristen asked
quietly, shocked that her daughter knew everything. "I'm sorry. You
weren't supposed 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."
Kristen 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 Kristen knew she herself didn't possess.
"Well, we'll see if there's anything you can do later," Kristen said
finally. "Right now I've got to go to the police station and see what I
can do to get Jeff out."
Barbara nodded her head thoughtfully. "Then I'll see you when you get
back."
* "I've got to check you for weapons," Deputy Phelps said to Kristen. "Put
your hands against the wall and don't move 'em until I tell you
otherwise."
A shiver of fear went through Kristen 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," Kristen said, surprised that her
voice was just a whisper.
"Shut up!" Deputy Phelps snapped harshly. "Don't talk unless you're spoken
to."
Kristen felt the deputy's hands at her ankle. His hands traveled up her
leg, over her calf to her thigh. Kristen groaned softly as she felt Deputy
Phelps's fingers kneading her thigh through her slacks.
"What are you doing?" Kristen asked as the deputy's hands moved slowly up
her thigh.
"Shut the fuck up I said!"
Kristen 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.
Kristen sighed with relief. She didn't want him to touch her cunt because
if he did he'd surely feel the pussy juice 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 Kristen's thighs, pressing his fingers against her cunt lips.
"Oh!" Kristen gasped.
Deputy Phelps rubbed his hand back and forth over Kristen's cunt lips,
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 Kristen 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
Jeff.
When Kristen felt the deputy's fingers sliding under her sweater in back,
touching her flesh, her clit throbbed hotly between her pink, juicy cunt
lips. 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 Kristen's sweater, all the way up to her
shoulders. Then Deputy Phelps's 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 Kristen's nipple through her body was like a
powerful electric shock. She had a man's hand grabbing her tit, squeezing
and rubbing it. Kristen's tits hadn't been touched by anyone but herself
and Jeff 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 Kristen's body with both hands and grabbed her tits
under her sweater. His fingers bore deep into the 4OD-cup tits. As he
fondled her tits, he rubbed his crotch against her ass cheeks, sliding his
hips from side to side as his cock got hard inside his pants.
Kristen 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 ass cheeks.
Deputy Phelps pushed Kristen'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!" Kristen moaned softly as she felt her bra loosening around her
body, the cups releasing their tension against her huge boobs.
A moment later Kristen heard a zipping sound and felt the deputy's cock
press between her ass cheeks. 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 pussy
juice to Kristen's cunt.
"Suck my cock," the deputy hissed viciously.
Kristen 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 Kristen'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 Kristen's ass cheeks, rubbing against the fabric of
her slacks.
Kristen 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 cunt
lips, 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 cunt's with
big tits and big asses!"
"You bastard," Kristen mumbled under her breath.
She waited for retribution, but apparently the deputy hadn't heard her.
Kristen 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 nipples
pinched softly and rolled was powerful.
Slick, juicy girl-cum flowed to Kristen's cunt lips and she wondered if
there was so much pussy juice there that it would seep through her panties
and slacks. She could never see Jeff 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 ass cheeks. 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.
Kristen 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 Kristen liked her ultra-sensitive tits
to be massaged.
"Suck my cock," the deputy repeated.
Kristen 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 ass cheeks 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 Kristen's slacks. He held tightly onto her tits, pressing his
fingers deep into the biggest tits he'd ever felt in his life.
Kristen'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 Jeff, that
two-timing bastard.
The hoarse gasp that Kristen heard behind her was followed almost
instantly by the hot, juicy feel of cum splashing up her back.
Deputy Phelps released Kristen'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 piss hole.
Thick, white jets of cum shot out of the deputy's cock head. The cum
lanced through the air and splashed onto Kristen'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.
Kristen 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. Kristen shivered as her clit throbbed hotly
between her tingling cunt lips.
"Ohhhhhh god!" Deputy Phelps sighed.
He let go of Kristen's hips and grabbed the shaft of his prick.
He stroked the shaft and cum trickled out of his piss hole. He rubbed his
prick tip against Kristen's ass cheeks, 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 Kristen, 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.
Kristen, 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 cunt lips 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, Kristen 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,
Kristen 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?" Kristen 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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