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Subject: {ASSM} Privilege of Abuse (MF nc food mF voy)  
Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 00:10:03 -0400
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This work contains graphic depictions of sex acts.
Please do not continue if this makes you uncomfortable,
or violates laws in your part of the world.

This story is Copyright 2001 by Jimmy Hat (jimmy@jimmy-hat.com)
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PRIVILEGE OF ABUSE

ONE 

Spring was stretching the days longer in Jefferson County. The
digital clock on the cruiser's dashboard started with a 7, but
the sun hung stubbornly in the sky, growing redder in the face
but refusing to go down. It was warm, too. Deputies Lopez and
Murphy drank the coffee more out of habit than of necessity. 

Lopez slurped a bit from her coffee and said, "Friday night.
Spring fever. I imagine we'll get some drunk drivers tonight." 

Their shift had just started. Murphy made a grimace out of a
freckled Irish face and sighed. "Yeah. Tough end to the shift." 

"What do you say we lighten things up a bit before then. We got
hours, I feel a little frisky." 

Murphy snorted. Lopez always said frisky instead of horny. "What
do you have in mind? I hope you don't think you're gonna pull
over some blonde and get a blow job." They both laughed at the
joke. 

"Actually," Lopez said, "I was thinking about high school kids." 

"You can't be serious, Lopez," Murphy said, a bit of red hair
showing above the ear and below the brim of the brown sheriff's
hat. 

"Why not? They're no trouble." Murphy had to laugh. Lopez was
always a little crazy, especially in conjunction with frisky.
"What do you say?" Lopez asked. 

"I don't know. It's not like some motorist looking to get out of
a ticket," Murphy said. "You're talking about kids." 

"It's exactly the same," Lopez said. "They know they're breaking
the law. They just want to get out of it." Lopez started the
engine to pull away from the donut shop. 

"OK," Murphy said. "Your show." 

"Standard sweep?" Lopez asked. 

Murphy slurped a bit of hot coffee and shrugged. "Like I said,
your show." 

Everyone in the United States knows that despite the legal
drinking age of 21, high school kids across the nation manage to
get their hands on alcohol. They simply have to drink it away
from prying eyes. The Jefferson County's sheriff office knows the
same fact and constitutes a dedicated set of prying eyes. The
sheriff's office had a standard sweep for breaking up off-road
keggers. For years the hideouts remained the same, and the law
knew where the turnoffs from county roads started and ended. The
sheriff kept logs by those paths, and taught deputies how to drag
the logs behind a cruiser to comb the grass. After doing that in
a dozen spots in early evening, a cruiser could later make a
quick sweep past all of them looking for tire tracks that went
against the grain. Twenty-seven graduating classes in three
Jefferson County high schools had yet to catch on to the trick.
It couldn't have been easier if the kids had started bonfires by
the keg, which they were also dumb enough to do on occasion.
Murphy and Lopez used the remainder of daylight to comb those
drives, then stopped at Waffle House for another coffee before
returning to check their traps. 

Normally, deputies looked for multiple tracks to indicate a large
group. For what Lopez had in mind, though, the pair needed to
find a solitary set of tracks. They found one soon after they
started their search. "Follow the yellow brick road," Lopez said. 

"That's funny, Dorothy," Murphy said. "What does that make me?" 

"If you're still worried you could be the cowardly lion," Lopez
joked, turning off the headlights and slowing along the path. 

"Even funnier, Lopez. I should be the scarecrow. I must be
brainless, letting you talk me into this." 

"That's not the partner I saw fuck the hell out of a speeder last
weekend," Lopez said. 

Murphy made a throat clearing noise. "What can I say. I like
fucking in pick-ups. Reminds me of my high school days." 

They were now in sight of a hatchback, and three figures looming
near it. 

"Well, here's a perfectly good chance to relive more of those
high school moments," Lopez said. "I'm gettin' friskier just
thinking about it. What do you say?" 

"I don't think so," Murphy replied. "It's my period." 

"So what, girl?" Lopez asked. "I'm usually even hotter when Aunt
Flo is in town." 

"Well, I'd rather not make a mess of my uniform," Murphy said.
She tilted her head forward. "They see us." 

The three teenagers had spotted them, and stood watching as the
vehicle pulled closer. Lopez threw on the headlights. The
deputies saw the three boys clearly then. The three stood
mesmerized, eyes wide open and mouths agape. "This is gonna be
too easy," Lopez said. She opened the door of the patrol car.
"Sure you don't want any?" 

"We'll see," Murphy said, stepping out of the car. 

Murphy and Lopez held their long Mag-lite flashlights at shoulder
height, focusing the beams on the boys. The boys stood squinting,
long neck beer bottles held weakly in their hands. They weren't
sure if they should drop them instantly, or feign innocence. 

"Looks like these guys are having a party, doesn't it Deputy
Murphy?" Lopez asked. 

"Sure looks that way," Murphy answered. She halted her advance.
Lopez was obviously going to take the lead, so Murphy should stay
back in a support position. Murphy watched as Lopez reached the
boys. She bent slightly at the waist to examine the case of beer
bottles lying on the ground next to the driver's side rear tire.
Leaning over like that pushed Lopez's bubble butt out into the
air. Murphy knew for a fact that a tailor custom made Lopez's
uniform pants. There was simply no stock item available that fit
her trim waist and round haunches. 

"Let's see your ID, fellas," Lopez ordered. 

Two of the boys shuffled, the third, a tall kid with short black
curly hair, licked his lips but stood straight. The others waited
on his making a play. "I don't have mine," he said. 

"Now that's just plain dumb, you know that," Lopez said. In a
blur of motion she swept a leg out from under him and pinned an
arm behind his back while his face was pressed in the grass.
Lopez pulled his wallet out of his jeans pocket and stood up.
Murphy took a step in and glared at the other boys. 

"Stay down," Lopez ordered. Lopez looked through the wallet, and
shook her head. "Ryan Newton, are you aware that the legal
drinking age in this state is 21? Answer me, Ryan." 

"Yes," Ryan said weakly. 

"And you're over three years shy of that, Ryan," Lopez continued.
She turned to the other two. "How about you two? You want to show
me some ID, or do you like doing what Ryan does so much that you
want to taste some grass, too?" 

The pair rushed to pull out their wallets. The first one was
shorter, but wide in the shoulders. He might have wrestled or
played some other sport. His face had a lean quality, dotted with
a pimple or two, and hair slicked fashionably. His driver's
license listed his name as Timothy Kendall and his age as close
to Ryan's. 

The last one had a softer face, certainly more of a boy. He
probably wasn't even shaving yet. As he handed the wallet to
Lopez he said, "I don't have my driver's license yet. I have my
school ID, though. Is that all right?" 

"Fine," Lopez replied curtly. The laminated card had his picture
on it, and his name, Robert Banger. That soft face came with
Bobby Banger as a label. Lopez guessed he took a lot of ribbing
for that. Might as well use it. "OK, Mr. Banger, you sound like a
real stud. What do you think we should do about this little party
of yours here?" 

"I uh, uh," Bobby stammered. 

"Don't think so hard, Bobby. How about you Mr. Kendall, who
should we call about this violation of the law?" 

Tim Kendall kept his head down. "I uh--" 

Lopez interrupted. "That's ok, Tim, I think Ryan does the
thinking around here anyway. Isn't that right, Ryan." 

"Ma'am," he replied. 

"That's better," Lopez said. "See how polite he is now, Murphy?" 

"Much more polite," Murphy said, one hand holding her flashlight,
the other near her gun belt. 

"So Ryan," Lopez continued, "What should we do? And get up
before you answer. I'm embarrassed for you, having to speak with 
your face in the dirt." 

He stood up and dusted himself off. "I don't know," Ryan said.
"We're sorry. We just wanted to hang out and have a good time." 

Lopez thought on that a second. Ryan was pretty cool, under the
circumstances. There was a good mix of defiance and deference in
what he said. In any case, she had her opening. "Good time, huh?
The three of you drinking by yourselves. You gay, or don't you
know any girls?" She let him stand up, and then verbally slapped
him down again. 

None of the boys knew how to react to that. Ryan looked at her
quizzically, while Tim and Bobby sought their answers in Ryan's
face. 

"I guess not," Lopez continued. "Besides, after drinking a couple
beers, I bet these lightweights already have a bad case of
whiskey-dick." 

"You're probably right," Murphy said. 

"How about it, Bobby Banger?" Lopez asked. "You too drunk to get
it up?" 

Bobby stood with his mouth agape. 

"He's too drunk to even talk," Murphy said. 

"What about you, Tim?" Lopez asked. "Do you think you can get it
up?" 

"I'm not drunk," Tim said. 

"I don't care if you are!" Lopez replied. "I care whether you can
get that soldier to stand at attention." 

Tim looked at Ryan, and finding no guidance there, turned to face
Murphy. 

"Now how come when I ask you if you can get it up, you looked
over at Deputy Murphy?" Lopez demanded. "Do you think Deputy
Murphy is gonna get you hard? Well?" 

"No," Tim stammered, a hand clutching his slick dark hair, his
head trying to recede back among his broad shoulders like a
turtle hiding from danger. 

"Why not?" Lopez continued her assault. "I think Murphy is a fine
looking woman. Deputy Murphy, take off your hat." 

It was Murphy's turn to look confused. 

"Go on, Murphy," Lopez said. "And let your hair down." 

Murphy clasped the brim of her felt hat and pulled it back over
her head. After dropping it to the ground she pulled a pair of
hair pins from her glossy hair and shook it out. The golden red
hair stood out brightly against her fair skin and the dull brown
of her uniform. All eyes were fixed on her. 

"Now what do you think of Deputy Murphy?" Lopez asked. She
advanced on Tim, moving with a swagger that swung her round ass
obscenely. "Stop drooling and answer me!" 

"Yeah, she's, uh, yeah," Tim said. 

"That's great, Tim, you sound very intelligent." Lopez moved
behind Tim. She was close to him. He felt breath on his neck.
As close as she was to Tim, she spoke to the others instead.
"What about you Bobby Banger? You seem the smart one of the
bunch. What do you say?" 

Bobby coughed. "She's very attractive." 

"Damn right," Lopez said. "And you ain't seen nothing yet. Murphy,
why don't you loosen up that uniform a bit." 

Murphy's eyes widened. She had no idea what Lopez was trying to
do, and could not see her standing behind Tim. No one could. Ryan
and Bobby were on the other side of their wide shouldered friend. 

They could all see Murphy, though. Their attention was fixed as
she bit her lip, thinking about her partner's last suggestion. It
was unexpected and inappropriate, but so was the whole ongoing
episode. Lopez was senior to her, though, and if she refused to
go along there could be problems later. More immediately, it
could undermine their authority with the boys. 

Murphy began to unbutton her shirt. One by one, she went down. It
was tantalizingly slow because she tried to do it with one hand
to keep the other free. She didn't pull the shirt tails out from
her pants, and she didn't have to. The tops of her tits, creamy
white and forced together by her bra, were open to view. 

Ryan stood motionless, unsure what to do. Bobby was absolutely
captivated by the undressing redhead. Tim licked his lips,
watching one sheriff in front of him, wondering what the one
behind him was doing. He didn't wonder long. He felt her hand
before he saw it, grabbing his meat and giving it a squeeze. 

"Ahhh," he gasped nervously. 

"Don't worry," Lopez whispered in his ear. "I'm not going to hurt
you." She flicked his tongue in his ear after she spoke. She
tugged on his dick through his pants. "If you don't trust me, you
can join me." 

Tim tried to look back at her to ask what she meant. Lopez took
hold of his head and forced it to look forward. "Watch her. I can
tell you like it," she said, giving him another squeeze. Lopez
raked her fingers through his short hair, and then down his neck.
As her hand moved along his shoulder, she felt how muscular they
were. His arm was just as developed, and she relished the trip
down to his wrist. 

On reaching his hand, she took hold and brought it behind his
back. Tim's hand brushed against her shirt tail, then met the
solid resistance of her warm skin. He extended his fingers and
found her cool cotton briefs. 

"Go on," she said, squeezing his now rock-hard cock. 

Tim plunged under her panties and into the tangled thatch of her
pubic hair. His hand cupped her pussy. He felt incredible warmth.
Tim wasn't a virgin, but he had done this with only one girl
before. He was terrified of messing up. Slowly, he moved his
middle finger until it worked its way between her outer lips and
slid in among the wet folds. 

"Oh, that's so nice," Lopez moaned. Tim grew in confidence and
pushed his finger inside her slit. Lopez wrapped a leg around Tim
and raised it, tilting her pelvis so that his finger could dive
deeper inside her. Her pussy was hot and wet. Tim felt the tip of
his cock swell in response to the sensation. 

Murphy's shirt had long since been unbuttoned down to the navel,
but now all she and the other boys could do was watch the tangle
of limbs that Tim and Lopez made. Tim's mouth was open in an
expression of surprise, while Lopez smiled intensely behind him.
It looked as if she were penetrating him. She was fully in
charge. 

Lopez moaned, too. Hypnotic low pitched sounds that seemed to
arrest the listeners' breathing, if just to make it easier to
hear her passion. 

Abruptly, Lopez freed herself from Tim. "Fuck me," she said out
loud. She directed it at Tim, but the other boys would have
gladly complied. Maybe even Murphy. 

But Tim was just as eager, and much closer. Before Lopez had even
turned around and yanked her pants down over her rump, Tim had
his pants pulled down and his cock in hand. Lopez leaned on the
boys' car and exposed her dark bushy cunt. Tim placed the head of
his cock against her hole and pushed in roughly. 

Lopez grunted with those initial strokes, but Tim was soon greasy
with her wetness and he slid in easily. He pounded away
enthusiastically slapping loudly against her meaty ass. Lopez
braced her weight against the car, and allowed herself to enjoy
his youthful exuberance. 

Murphy watched Tim's tight little ass move as he fucked Lopez.
She felt the heat rise between her own legs. With each thrust,
Tim threw Lopez forward, almost knocking her head on the car. 

Tim lasted longer than Lopez would have guessed but not as long
as she needed. The power in his strokes faded to a fraction of
their peak intensity, and he gasped as hot cum shot inside her. 

Lopez took a moment to draw a long breath while Tim pulled out of
her pussy. She looked at Murphy, with her uniform half open, and
flashed her a delicious smile. Then she turned her attention to
the boys. "Bobby! Get over here, Mr. Banger, and start banging.
And I want to see you jerking off, Ryan!" 

Murphy watched the scene, illuminated by the squad car's
searchlight. Tim had zipped up and was slouching against the car
in a tired heap. Ryan's fist moved sporadically in his pants,
punching out at his underwear fast at times, slow at others.
Meanwhile, Bobby Banger had stepped behind Lopez and dropped his
pants around his ankles. He moved hesitantly. The cheeks of his
ass didn't pucker in and out like Tim's had when the other boy
whaled away. Instead his trim little butt moved in a slow steady
rhythm. 

"Oh yeah, Bobby," Lopez cooed. "You and Tim oughtta switch
names." 

Lopez loved it. She reached down and played with herself while
Bobby slipped in and out. Whether he knew what he was doing
or not, he was giving her a smooth ride to ecstasy. But he was
beginning to lose control. 

"I'm gonna come," Bobby said. 

"Come for me," Lopez said, looking back at him. 

Murphy surveyed the scene. Ryan was still pumping his fist in his
shorts, while Tim looked up at his buddy Bobby sliding in and out
of Lopez. Bobby threw his head back and grunted. Lopez spread her
arms wide on the car, slapping an open hand against the surface
in response to her climax. All set in the funky light of that
squad car. It was a scene to remember. 

"That hit the spot," Lopez said. She turned around and planted a
kiss on Bobby's cheek. 

Bobby stood there, trembling slightly. "Yeah," he said. 

"Murphy," Lopez said, "Do you have a tissue or something?" 

Murphy moved cautiously and handed Lopez a packet from her
pocket. As Lopez wiped herself, Ryan spoke up. "Hey, what about
me?" 

Lopez tossed the sloppy tissue paper aside and stepped to Ryan,
who was still fondling himself, albeit with less intensity. Lopez
yanked down his pants and took hold of his pole. "Nice," she
said. "But your attitude could use a little work. Agent Murphy,
keep an eye on his friends." 

With no warning, Lopez spun Ryan onto the hood of the car.
She stepped on the crotch of his pants and pulled one leg free of
them. Ryan wanted to struggle, but Lopez had an arm pinned
uncomfortably behind his back. 

Holding a fist of his hair, she pushed his face against the hood.
"This will be easier if you cooperate." 

Murphy watched the other two. They had leapt away from the car,
but showed no signs of acting to help their friend. They stood in
surprise, much as Murphy did, watching the same thing she did.
Lopez, bare-assed, pinning Ryan to the car. But for shoes, socks,
and pants around one ankle, his buttocks and legs were completely
exposed. 

"Now get that leg up on the hood," Lopez ordered. She pushed
Ryan's bare leg before he could act. He was left with one foot on
the floor, and one thigh on the hood of the car. The crack of his
ass and his balls were open to view. 

"I want to see that thing," Lopez said. She reached between his
legs, took hold of his cock and bent it back so that it pointed
to the ground. It was still hard, and the head was red and
swollen. Lopez leaned over and licked it. She went from the tip
all the way to his ass. Then she pulled away and spanked his bare
behind. 

"Fuck that hood!" she said. 

Ryan did nothing, and she slapped his ass again, loudly. "Move
that thing!" 

He began to hump. His cock was pressed against the sloping
contour of the fender. It seemed the length of his cock rolled
against the edge as he clenched his muscles and ground against
the car. 

Lopez looked approvingly at his flexing butt cheeks. "Oh, that
looks good, baby," she said. She slapped him again playfully. As
she watched Ryan hump she put a finger in her mouth and sucked. 

"Let's see if this helps you get off," Lopez said. She nestled
her finger between his cheeks and pushed it inside his ass. 

"Ahhh," Ryan gasped. 

"Oh, that's a good boy," Lopez said as she went down to the base
of her finger. Her palm rested against his balls, and she took
the opportunity to cup them and squeeze them. She rocked her hand
back and forth, finger fucking his tight hole and helping grind
his cock against the cool smooth skin of the car. 

"Oh, that feels so good, you little punk," Lopez said. "You look
so good, baby. Now, I want to watch that thing explode. Shoot it,
Ryan. Come for me." 

On cue, Ryan shot in long streaks against the car. They fanned
out in three long straight lines before succumbing to gravity and
dripping down along the surface. 

"Oh, yeah, Ryan!" Lopez said. 

Ryan groaned as he came, but otherwise the clearing was quiet.
Lopez pulled her finger from his ass and gave his butt another
loud slap. "Nice ass, kid," she said, before turning away and
buttoning herself up, finger carefully extended. "I'm gonna need
another tissue, Murphy." 

Murphy wanted to ignore the sight of Ryan cleaning himself and
getting dressed. She turned to the other boys. "You two! Get up,
dump that beer! All of it. Then get out of here." 

The boys rushed to follow her orders. More than Murphy, they
wanted to act as if they hadn't seen what just happened. 

Lopez grabbed one of the beers. "I'll take care of that one," she
said before walking back to the squad car. 

Murphy buttoned up and watched the two finish pouring out their
beers. Then she returned to the cruiser as well. The deputies
left the scene after watching the boys get in the car and drive
away. They tailed the kids for a short while, then turned off.
For the rest of the night, neither of them said very much. 


TWO 

Murphy took a swallow of iced tea. It had grown too warm for her
to drink hot coffee on her shift. Lopez was more set in her ways.
She sipped steaming coffee from a Styrofoam cup, and pulled a
donut from the box on the seat next to her. 

"Did you see that couple come in that joint when we left?" Lopez
asked before taking a bite. 

"The ones dressed all fancy?" Murphy asked in turn. 

"Yeah, those two," Lopez said. "Not many people 'round here
dressed in nice clothes going to donut shops." 

"Did you see what they were driving?" 

"White mid-sized four door," Lopez said. "Late model." 

"Rental," Murphy said. 

"That's what I was thinking," Lopez said. "Good looking woman,
that one." 

"Pretty eyes." 

"Really blue," Lopez said. "Good hair, too. She looked sharp." 

"Yeah," Murphy agreed. "Like a professional of some kind." 

"What did you think of the guy she was with?" 

"Cute. Slim. Not really my type, though." 

"You'd rather he had a beer gut?" 

"No," Murphy said. "His hair is too short. I like it a little
longer. He looked a little too clean-cut, you know?" 

There was a break in the conversation that the two filled by
returning to their beverages. 

"I think those out-of-towners might warrant a stop, just to check
their story," Lopez said. "They should be leaving that shop 'bout
now. Besides, I feel a little frisky." 

Murphy sighed. Lopez was most certainly set in her ways. Some of
them kept getting worse. "I don't think that's such a good idea.
Let's just take it easy tonight." 

Lopez looked over at Murphy. "You know, Murphy, you have a real
attitude problem. Getting laid is probably the best thing for you
at this point." 

Murphy looked straight ahead, doing her best to ignore Lopez. The
redhead Deputy was about to make her rebuttal when the white
midsize drove past. All Murphy could do was shake her head as
Lopez put the car in drive and began her pursuit. 

They caught up to the rental and flashed their lights. The
vehicle moved to the side of the road and slowed to a stop. Close
behind came the patrol car. Murphy and Lopez alighted, and walked
to the white car. 

The woman was driving. Lopez saw her brunette ponytail before she
reached the driver's side window. When she looked in, Lopez could
see how blue her eyes were, even in the fading twilight. The
driver looked up at Lopez and said nothing. She was cool. No fake
cordiality from this ice queen, just solid eye contact. Ten
seconds is a long time in that situation, and another ten went by
before Lopez spoke. 

"You're staring at me like you're in love," said Lopez. 

"I guess mind reading isn't your strong suit," the driver
replied. 

Lopez's eyes widened and her nostrils flared. "My strong suit is
this badge, which tells you who's in charge." 

"Well, if all it takes is a badge, then I--" 

"Shut up!" Lopez said. "You'll speak when spoken to, Miss Thang." 

"It's Age--" 

Again Lopez was quick to interrupt. "Enough! You need a lesson in
manners. The only question I have is whether to start with you or
your man here." 

The driver looked straight back with those blue eyes. 

"Well, what do you think of that, bitch?" Lopez asked. 

"I think he can handle himself as well as I can." 

Lopez looked at Murphy and then back at the driver. "We'll see
about that. Out of the car! Both of you!" Lopez took a step back
and put a hand on the butt of her pistol. 

The driver stepped out in one smooth movement. Lopez put that
together in her mind with the woman's silhouette and came up with
a wonderful mental image of what her body might look like. And
how flexible it was. The woman made eye contact with Lopez.
"You're making a mistake," she said. 

"So you know we're in charge now?" Lopez asked. She then called
to her partner, "See, Murphy, the attitude improves already. Soon
she'll be happy to cooperate. Asking for handcuffs, even." Lopez
turned her attention back to the woman. "All right. Now get to
the other side of the car with your beau." 

"You've got the wrong idea," the man said to Murphy. 

"Just keep quiet," Murphy said under her breath. "Try not to
provoke her." 

All four stood on the passenger side of the vehicle. Murphy stood
a few feet away from the trunk, Lopez even with the doors but
closer to the woods behind to the right of the road. The man and
woman in their business clothes had their backs against the car. 

"Now then," Lopez said, "like I was saying, the question is do I
start with you or your man here. You could use a little attitude
adjustment, honey, that's for sure. I think maybe the best way,
though, is if we had our way with your man right in front of
you." 

"Look," the man said, "if you just let us..." 

"I'm not talking to you!" Lopez barked. 

"Maybe we should get their story, first," Murphy said. 

"I didn't ask your opinion either, Murphy!" She looked at the
redhead and smiled. "Murphy, I think you need to loosen up a bit.
And I know just how to do it." Lopez looked back at the brown
haired man in his suit. "Take off your pants!" 

"What?" the man asked. The woman next to him only laughed. 

Lopez strode to the blue-eyed woman and got in her face. "What's
so funny about that, bitch?" 

She stopped laughing. "You want to try hitting me?" she asked. 

Lopez licked her lips. "I don't have to," she said. "I've got
something better. We're gonna give your man here the time of his
life. Better than anything you've ever done for him." 

The woman looked straight at Lopez. So many comments came to
mind, but she didn't want to spoil the moment. Instead, she kept
quiet. 

"And you're gonna watch it happen," Lopez added. 

"I think I'll close my eyes," said the woman. 

"Doesn't matter, bitch. You'll hear him moan. You'll hear the wet
sound of his cock in all kinds of places. He'll jerk off about it
for months, and you'll know exactly what he's thinking about when
he does." 

"More than I ever wanted to know," said the woman. 

"Enough of this!" Lopez shouted. "You get your fucking pants off!
And Murphy, go get me the box from the front seat." 

"The box?" asked a confused Murphy. 

"Yes, Murphy, the box. Go get it off the front seat." As Murphy
left, Lopez mumbled inaudibly, "Girl needs dick so bad she can't
think straight. We'll fix that." Then she looked at the man,
still fully dressed. "Dammit I said take those off!" She pulled
out her night stick. 

"All right, all right!" he said, before hurrying to loosen is
belt and drop his pants around his ankles. 

"The boxers, too," Lopez instructed him. 

He shimmied his boxers down to the floor. His clothes covered
some of his dick, but the tip extended past the shirt tails.
Lopez noticed that the woman looked out in to the woods, with her
arms folded in front of her. She almost smirked. 

"Now lift up the shirt a little, let me see that thing," Lopez
said. "Oh, yeah, that's nice. Jerk off. Get that thing hard." 

The woman closed her eyes. Lopez chuckled. "You're gonna miss a
fine show with your eyes closed, bitch. You should see this guy
yank on that thing. A real pro. Guess you aren't takin' care of
business." 

Murphy returned with the box. She slowed somewhat when she saw
the scene by the car, with the man stroking himself while the
woman next to him tried to shut it out from her senses. Lopez had
a wild smile on her face. 

"Good work, Murphy. Now hand me the box and keep me covered." 

Lopez took the box and moved to the man. He kept tugging at his
cock, which was fuller than it had been, but not stiff. "That's
enough," Lopez said. "Put your hands on top of your head." 

He followed her order. It got his hands out of the way and lifted
his clothes a few inches to leave his cock and balls completely
open. Lopez kneeled in front of him, and cooed. "Oh, yeah! I'm
gonna get this thing hard enough to hang the wash on." 

She leaned forward and opened her mouth. She tilted her head,
closed in, and had the whole floppy hose in her mouth at once.
Lopez moaned so loud that the man could feel the vibration of her
chin against his balls. 

Then she started sucking. To let the blue-eyed woman see with her
ears, she slurped as loudly as she could. The man grew hard
almost instantly. That opened up more acoustical possibilities to
Lopez, who was soon pulling back on his rod with so much suction,
that on the odd times he actually left her mouth, it sounded like a
champagne cork popping. 

Murphy's mouth grew dry. She didn't like Lopez's games, but the
reaction was involuntary. Lopez was going wild on this man. He
wasn't bad looking either, and from what she could see of his
body, in decent shape. She was getting wet watching. 

"Fuck," the man cried, breaking the silence. 

Lopez needed to make sure he didn't come yet. She stopped her
sucking and took a moment to look over his shaft sticking
straight out from his body. 

"Would you look at that beautiful cock," Lopez said, baiting the
woman to open those blue eyes. She did no such thing, and even
tilted her head the other way. 

"I think a cock like this deserves a special treat," Lopez
purred. She reached down in to the box and pulled out a donut. It
was a filled donut, a solid disc of fried dough with a hole on
one end where the filling was injected. 

"Don't you want to know what I have for his cock?" Lopez asked
the woman. 

"Not really," she said, keeping her eyes closed tight. 

"Go one, tell her," Lopez said to the man. She pressed the tiny
hole against the tip of the man's cock, and took hold of the
shaft with her other fist. She jammed the donut onto the tip,
forcing his shaft inside the cool creamy center. "Tell her!" 

"It's a donut!" the man said, as Lopez pushed it down all the way
on his pole, ripping the donut in two. 

"That's right," Lopez said, as the pieces fell to the ground. "A
creme filled donut. And I guess now I have to clean it all up."
She licked some of the sticky pudding off the shaft, and got some
of it on her chin. "Oh, look. Now I have some on my chin. It
looks like he came on my face. Do you let him come on your face?" 

"No!" the two said in unison. 

Lopez laughed before cleaning more of the creme from his cock.
"I'd let him come on my face," she said in a short break. At that
moment he almost did. 

Lopez grabbed another donut, a round sugar glazed. She picked at
the center with her hands, making the inner diameter larger. Then
she pushed it onto his rock hard shaft. She slid that annulus
down until it met his sack. 

"Murphy," she said as she stood, "Come over here and eat this
donut." 

"What?" Murphy asked. 

"I told you that you need to lighten up," Lopez said as she
reached her side. "I'll watch them, you just go and have a good
time." 

"I don't think..." 

"That's an order, Murphy!" 

Murphy sighed and moved to the man and his messy shaft. She knelt
down in front of him as Lopez cheered her. "Co on, clean that
pipe!" 

Nervous, embarrassed, but incredibly turned on, Murphy took off
her hat, and went to work on the sugar coated prick. Her head
soon became a red streak of action, wiping away all the sweet
sticky creme from the length of the cock. She gummed at the donut
at its base, so that it crumbled away. Part fell to the grass,
part fell in her mouth. She let those pieces dribble down as
well. Soon her face was as glistening and sticky a mess as his
stiff dick was. Maybe worse. 

All the while, Lopez narrated for the woman with her eyes shut.
She described every lick and every turn of Murphy's wrist like
some kind of play-play announcer. When she though that the woman
was not as upset as she could be, she gave Murphy a new order.
"Fuck him! Strip out of those pants and fuck him! No questions,
Murphy, just do it." 

Murphy didn't argue. She stepped away and dropped her gun belt by
Lopez, who looked at Murphy and smiled. Murphy walked back to the
man and his swollen, slobber-covered shaft. She loosened the top
of her pants, and with one motion, pushed both pants and
underwear down to mid thigh. 

"This is wrong," he said. 

"She's crazy," Murphy said. "Just do what she says." To reassure
him, she pulled a hand off the top of his head and guided it
between her legs. There, he found her hot and wet. A finger
slipped inside easily, then two. His cock twitched in midair. 

"Look at your man fingering Murphy," Lopez called. She was
actively rubbing herself and had been for the last few minutes.
Her pants grew damp with her own arousal. "You can't see because
your eyes are shut, but Murphy has the reddest hair. I've seen
her in the shower, and her bush is just as red. I bet your man
here is gonna wish he had that red snatch in front of him every
time he sees your dark-haired pussy from now on." 

He couldn't actually see her bush because the sun had gone down.
He could certainly feel it, though. And when Murphy turned around
and leaned on the car, he instinctively slipped behind her and
pushed his cock between her legs. The head of his prick slipped
between her cunt lips, and with a quick dip of his hips he was
halfway inside. A few thrusts and he was buried to the hilt. 

Murphy reached down and twiddled her clitoris. Lopez
reached in her pants and did the same. Everyone moaned at once.
The woman's face tightened to keep her eyes shut, and she covered
her ears with her hands to drown out the groaning and the wet
slapping sounds of the man's thighs striking Murphy's ass. 

It was all over quickly. Like dominoes, they fell. The man shot
off his load inside Murphy, who quaked as her own climax hit her.
Lopez responded to their cries by reaching her own plateau. The
man fell against Murphy pushing her against the car. The two
struggled for breath. "Sorry,' he said. "I got carried away." 

"Don't worry," Murphy said, turning to face him. "I did, too." 

"Look at the two lovebirds kiss," Lopez teased. "I think you lost
your man, bitch!" 

Reacting to Lopez's taunting, the two broke their embrace.
Quickly, they refastened their trousers. The man looked at the
woman next to him, still holding her eyes shut. "It's safe to
open your eyes, now" he said, hastily adding a final, "Heather, dear." 

"He seemed to love that, Heather, dear," Lopez said, looking into the woman's
blue eyes. Lopez noted she looked more angered. That was a win.
"In fact, I think that'll be worth every penny." 

"Every penny?" the woman asked. "On top of all that, you want a
bribe, too!" 

"Just throw me your wallet, there, sugar dick daddy," Lopez
called to the man. 

He looked at the woman, who nodded to him. He reached in his
jacket and threw Lopez a leather wallet. She caught it and
flipped it open. Shock filled her face. "What the hell is this?" 

"What do you think?" the woman asked. 

"He's a fucking fed?" 

"We both are," the man replied. 

"So you were right about one thing," the woman said. "I'm going
to ask him for handcuffs now." 

* * * 

Back in the rental, the two watched Lopez being taken away in a
sheriff's patrol car. The man raked a hand through his hair and
sighed. "I hope Murphy manages to get off."

The woman simply looked at him.

"Sorry," he said. "Poor word choice. I hope the prosecutor goes
easy on her."    

"If she testifies against Lopez, and if you come down here to 
corroborate..." she left the thought unfinished.

They sat in the car for a bit without saying a word.
The man broke the silence. "Hey, Stanton, what do you say we 
head back to the donut place?" 

"No thanks, Maytag," she said. "I think I lost my appetite for a
while." 
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