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Subject: {ASSM} Over the Hood (Mf nc anal) by Foxbat
Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2003 04:10:06 -0400
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Over the Hood (mf nc anal) by Foxbat




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fictional, and bear no intended resemblance to characters in real
life.  This story contains graphic sex, in some cases
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   Glancing in her rear-view mirror, Janie saw the blue and red
flashing lights.  Turning down the blaring music, the siren
became audible.

   "Oh fuck..." she swore, wondering where the cop had been
hiding.

   She slowed, and pulled off to the side of the rural country
road.  It was late, and she was trying to push to the next big
town before stopping at a motel to spend the night.  She needed
to be in by the day after next, since classes started soon.

   Barely able to see over the mountain of her belongs in the
back, Janie watched the officer approach her car.  She was still
deciding whether to cry or to be honest.



   Officer Jackson held his Mag-light up over his shoulder in the
classic pose, aiming the light directly into the pretty
brunette's eyes.  It had been a quiet night, and he'd almost
dozed off before the loaded station wagon had blazed past him. 
In a flash of rage, he'd pulled out after the car to let her know
the law, but his mind changed when he saw the sticker for the all
girls college on the back bumper.

   Some of his pals told stories about young college girls they'd
stopped.  Glancing back down the road, he thought he might give
that a try.

   "Ma'am - do you know why I pulled you over,"  he asked in his
best gruff officer voice, panning the intense beam across her
face as she tried to avoid the blinding light.

   "Uh.... I wasn't paying attention, and I guess I might have
been speeding, but I didn't mean it, honest."  The girl looked
like she was on the verge of tears.  Her dark brown hair kept
sliding into her eyes, and her squinting made her
cute-as-a-button nose look delectable. He felt his cock coming to
life.  He dropped the light a little, revealing a nice rack
straining against one of those retro T-shirts.  This was gonna be
good.

   "Ma'am - I'm going to have to ask you to step out of your
vehicle."

   "But.... But I was only speeding..."



   "Please step out of the vehicle ma'am."  Officer Jackson's
voice was more firm this time.  Janie sighed to herself, mentally
cursed these backwater police who thought they were invincible,
and climbed out of the car.  The officer escorted her towards his
cruiser with his hand on her lower bank.  When they reached the
hood, he moved behind her.

   "Please place you hands behind your back," the voice was such
that she complied about at the same time she started to ask why,
but it was too late.  She felt handcuffs snap around her wrists,
as the officer stepped up against her, pinning her between
himself and the hood.

   She felt herself being hauled upright by the neck, as he
whispered in her ear that little girls like her ought not to
drive alone at night.  His breath stank of coffee as he told her
what he was going to do to her.



   Reaching his hands around her front, Jackson roughly groped
her breasts, mashing them together, and kneading them, letting
his cock press into her ass crack.  Grabbing her shirt by the
collar, he tore it down the middle in one smooth motion, baring
her tits to the cool night air.  She hadn't worn a bra since they
got uncomfortable on the long drive.  Within minutes, her nipples
had hardened from the combination of the cold and his
manipulation.

   Jackson felt rather than heard her sobbing as he thrust his
hand down the front of her pants, retaining his grasp on one of
her tits with his other hand.  Forcing her legs apart, he pressed
his hand into her crotch, finding it totally devoid of moisture.



   Janie cried out for the first time as the Officer slowly
pushed his finger into her vagina, whispering obscenities into
her ear the whole way.  With his finger in her pussy, and his
hand still painfully squeezing her left breast, there was not a
whole lot she could do.

   After only a minute or so of poking around, she felt the
finger withdraw.   Maybe it was over, she wondered, optimistic
for a second.  No sooner had the hand left her pants though, than
she was shoved forward over the hood.  She felt her tight fitting
jeans being pulled down, followed by her panties.  Her pants, now
around her ankles effectively hobbled her. The was a second of
delay between the oh-shit feeling and the reality of the penis.



   Jackson rubbed his cock against the college girl's pussy.  It
had been a while since he'd gotten laid, but his equipment was in
great shape.  If anything, it seemed like his young victim wasn't
too into the idea of getting raped on the hood of the cruiser.

   But he didn't really give a fuck what she thought.  Maybe the
extra friction would help him get off, he thought, as he lined
his engorged cock up with her hole and started pushing. It was
slow going - he pressed in an inch or two, and then had to ease
back out before he could penetrate the next couple inches.  It
took a few thrusts before he was fully inside the girl, but it
felt great to have her hot dry pussy gripping his cock.  He
started pounding his meat into her unresisting form, grabbing and
slapping her tits with his hands in time to his cruel, relentless
fucking.  With each thrust forward, the prone girl took his cock
with nothing more than a pain-filled noise somewhere between a
grunt and a moan.

   Officer Jackson did not last long, and blasted her young
girl's pussy with his sperm. Withdrawing his cock, he looked down
at his victim's cute buttocks.  He'd never had sex this good -
his cock had not flagged at all from its exertion.

   A truly evil idea came to him.  He spat on her exposed ass.


   She felt the glob of spit run down her ass crack, joining the
cum which was leaking out of her abused pussy and starting to run
down her leg.  Somewhere in the back of her mind it registered as
odd, since he'd already raped her.

   She felt his member probing the now-cum-soaked folds of her
pussy again, sliding briefly inside before disappearing.  Relief
was just passing over her as she felt the officer's penis
reappear, this time, pressing against her anus.  Anal sex was
something akin to a locker room myth or urban legend to Janie -
she never knew it was actually possible.

   Despite her efforts to clench her buttocks together against
the invasion, she felt her anus expand painfully as his cock
entered, aided by his spit and the cum from her earlier
ravishment.


   It was actually easier to penetrate her ass, he thought,
withdrawing to coat his dick with more of the cum leaking from
her pussy.  He thrust back in to the accompaniment of a muffled
scream, as the girl tried to worm her way up the hood and away
from the cock which was disappearing an inch at a time into her
virgin ass.  He was also getting a bunch better reaction, he
thought, as he whacked the girl hard on the rump, earning another
scream.

   Pulling her head back by her pony tail, Jackson rammed his
cock into her hole over and over again, slapping the girls tits
and squeezing her ass cheeks as she continued crying and
imploring him to stop.  He pushed her head back down against the
cold metal hood of the cruiser, mashing her face against the
surface with his free hand.

   It was then, in mid-thrust, that a horrifying thought occurred
to him.  He'd forgotten to turn off the camera mounted on the
dash of his cruiser.  Not that it really could be turned off -
cameras like that had been installed in all the cruisers
specifically to prevent abuses of police power like this.

   Jackson looked down, taking in the sight of his cock
half-buried in the girl's cute ass, her hands still cuffed behind
her back, the bulge where her breasts were pressed against the
hood, and finally her cute face with his hand mashed over it, two
fingers hooked into her mouth.  Her fear-laden eyes met his for
just a moment, as they followed his stare into the camera mounted
only a few inches away from her face.  She twitched at the
thought.

   The girl's twitch brought Jackson back to reality.  What the
fuck, he thought, he might as well enjoy it the rest of the way.
He slammed himself back inside the poor girl's asshole, rocking
the cruiser with the force of his thrusts as he climbed towards
release, twisting her nipples and slapping her ass the whole way.
 He felt tingling in his balls as he looked down to see his dick
sliding into her ass.  He came, pulling her back towards him by
the tits, as he painted her ass white with a second load of cum.

   After wiping his cock off on her ass cheek, Jackson hauled the
inert girl back to her station wagon.  She had passed out about
the time he came from the pain, he guessed.  He pushed her head
and upper body through the open window of the car, leaving her
ass exposed for anyone who might wish to sample it, before
returning to his cruiser.


*Three days later*

   "Hey Ralph - check this out!"

   Jerry pushed across a page of the local newspaper towards
Sargeant Ralph Jackson.  It was a small article on the bottom of
the third page which described the girl found on one of the back
roads after what appeared to have been a gang-bang.

   "Isn't that something," whistled Jed, the most junior member
of the force who was responsible for maintaining the cruisers. 
Jed winked at Ralph. Ralph had told him about the incident when
he got back to the motor pool, and Jed had agreed to not to turn
him in exchange for exclusive rights to distribute copies of the
tape of the young co-ed being sodomized over the hood of the
cruiser.



the end


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Never enough time


Always love to hear comments, criticisms, etc at
the_foxbat@hotmail.com


Yours Fox

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