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A SHORT FOUR DAY WEEKEND
(Mf, cons,oral, anal, M+f, blackmail, reluc)

By Art Matin



CHAPTER 5



"Oh, shit!" muttered Sandy as her gut cinched into a knot.

"It's alright, they don't have jurisdiction here.  We're in Quinset County."  

His quiet, assured tone comforted her. Still Sandy looked at him puzzled, thinking,  'No
jurisdiction?'  She didn't know that. 

"Afternoon, Sir!" called out a black haired deputy.  "May I see your registration papers?"

John stood and answered the deputy, "With all due respects officer, you're in the wrong county. 
This is Quinset County."

Unfazed the deputy gazed at the naked man and the gorgeous naked girl.  Getting an eyeful of
naked females at Mermaid Cove was a favorite pastime of the Lake Patrol.  Sometimes if things
work out just right, they'd get more than just an eyeful.  The deputy frowned; he didn't like being
called down for overstepping his authority.  

"Sir, we just want to make sure that you're properly equipped.  Do ya have life jackets on
board?"

John knew that it wasn't wise to provoke the officers.  Even though at the moment they were out
of Rockford County's jurisdiction, in a short while, he would be in Rockford County sailing back
to Milton's.  John walked to the cockpit and held two life jackets up.  Then he retrieved the
boat's registration and handed it to the officer. The deputy made a perfunctory glance at it and
handed it back.  

"Thank you sir." Then he turned to Sandy who was trying her best to be modest by covering
herself with the towel, keenly aware of the leakage from her cunt.  "How old are ya Miss?"

"Nineteen," she said.  Then she turned away, hoping that they would go away.  The memory of
the time last summer when they boarded the boat came back her and she clenched her teeth. 'Not
in Rockford County?  Those bastards!'

She and her long time boyfriend, Daryl had anchored in Mermaid Cove last summer on a very
hot day.  Like today, they were the only boat in the cove.  She and Daryl, smoked a little pot, got
naked, swam and then screwed below decks. Suddenly two deputies, the black haired one and a
short fat guy were on the boat.  The officers demanded that they come up from below and stand
in the cockpit.  

She tried to cover herself with the top of her bikini. 

"No need to dress on our account Missy," quipped the black haired officer.

They asked to see the boat's registration and then checked for life jackets, all the while ogling
her ripe body as she stood naked on the deck.  Then one of them found Daryl's stash. Out of the
backpack they pulled out a full bag of weed, a small bag of hash, and a bag with several capsules
of various colors, a hash pipe, and rolling papers, as well as a tar covered roach clip and two
joints already rolled. Sandy felt sick to her stomach.

The deputy had Daryl turn around and handcuffed him behind the back. "You kids are in a heap
shit of trouble," intoned the black haired deputy.  "There's enough dope here to warrant a felony
and the seizure of this boat."

She was already scared shitless, but when he uttered the word 'felony', she broke down crying. 
The two deputies watched lustfully as her bare bosoms heaved and jiggled as she sobbed
uncontrollably.  Daryl was in a near panic, repeatedly uttering, "Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit."

"Now, now Missy," intoned the black haired deputy, "it doesn't have to be all that bad. You'll
probably only have to spend six months actual time in jail."  Blackie resisted the urge to reach
out and touch her tits.  

Daryl pleaded, "Please officer, don't arrest us, we'll do anything you want."

"Is that true Missy?  You'ill do anything if we don't arrest ya?"

Grasping at straws and not realizing the implications, she shook her head 'yes'.  

She looked up pleadingly at him and he pointed to her crotch saying, "Say girl, ya've got
something running down your legs!  Lookie here.  Looks like semen to me!  Hell girl, you're a
slut!"  

Humiliated, Sandy blushed a deep shade of red.  

Blackie continued to demean her. "You've been a naughty slut today, haven't ya?  Only a slut
would dribble cum in public.  Ya enjoy being a slut?  Ya like to fuck boys?  I'm sure there are
lots of boys who like fucking ya."  The deputy glanced at his sweating fat partner, who was
grinning evilly. 

Then Blackie turned to Daryl, "Sir, ya don't mind if your slut girlfriend wants to fuck us, do ya?" 

Sandy's eyes got wide as she looked pleadingly at the deputy and then at Daryl. 

"Well boy, do ya?"  

Sandy watched in dismay as Daryl shook his head 'no.' The deputy then turned to Sandy, his
tongue moistening his lips.  

"Missy, do ya want to save yourself some jail time for yourself and your boyfriend here doing
something ya obviously like to do?"
  
She stared down to the deck.  

"Missy, it's up to you darling.  Ya wanna have some fun or do ya want to go to jail?"  

She sobbed and shook her head 'no'. 

 "Well then tell us what ya want to do...C'mon, I can't mind read.  Ya got to tell us.  Do ya want
to fuck me and my partner?"  

Sandy mumbled incoherently. 

"Speak up girl. What do ya want to do?  Ya certainly like to fuck.  I can see that. We all know
that.  Tell me, ya want to be able to fuck this boy again tonight and tomorrow?  Fucking
shouldn't be a big deal to a slut like you.  Now go on tell us what ya want to do.  Jail or fuck?"

"Fuck," she whispered.

"C'mon on girl, say it so that we can all hear ya.  We don't want there to be any
misunderstanding."

"Yes, I'll fuck you."

"Yes, darling, but do ya want to fuck us?"

"Yes, I want to."

"Want to what?"

"Want to fuck you?"

"Very well.  Hear that boy?  Your slut girl friend wants to fuck us to save your sorry ass.    Well,
come on Missy, me and my partner ain't got all day."  

He led her below with his partner, instructing Daryl to kneel at the hatch where he could be seen. 
Looking up the hatch he growled, "Don't move boy, I don't want to shoot ya trying to escape."

The cabin was small, with only two narrow 'V' berths with a small galley table between them. 
Sandy was directed to get up on the table, on her back with her ass at the very edge, and to hold
her legs wide by grasping herself under her knees.  

"That's it girl, spread'em out like a whore," snarled the fat guy.  "Oooooo, look at that nice,
young, juicy pussy!"

The two deputies each placed their service belts and pistols on a berth and then dropped their
short pants.  Blackie pulled a condom from his pocket, opened the foil packet and rolled it over
his excitedly erect five-inch dick. Stepping up between her splayed legs, he ran his hands over
her boobs and mauled them, his latex sheathed prick nuzzled against her sex. 

"Now tell me again what ya want us to do for ya?"

Sandy was filled with shame and loathing.  "I want you to fuck me!" she whimpered.

"Oh!  Hear that boy, she wants me to fuck her!  Okay Missy, if that's what ya want."  

He plunged into her pussy. With seeming urgency, he fucked away at the vulnerable teen.   

While Blackie fucked the girl, Fats stripped completely nude watching his partner.  'This has got
to be the best damned job in the world,' he thought.  Fats had a fairly good-sized dick, seven
inches long and fairly thick.  He was dripping pre-cum, just as he'd been doing ever since they
boarded the sailboat and saw her.  

Soon Blackie was ready to cum.  He pulled out before ejaculating and let his fat partner have a
turn.

Fats waddled into the slot, and feasted his pig-like eyes on her beautiful body.  The first assault
was over and Sandy tentatively opened her eyes.  She was greeted by the sight of Fats, very
flabby and grotesque, with a huge beer belly and so much flab on his chest that he almost needed
a bra.  Perspiration beaded on his forehead and ran down his flabby chest in rivulets. His damp
hand slid down over her stomach to the gentle mound of her pelvis and down to her dripping
sex.  

"My, my, you sure are wet. You like this sort of thing, huh girl?"   

His fat stubby fingers lecherously roved across the silky smooth skin of her lush naked body. She
cringed when he raked the tip of his rubber-clad tool up and down her pussy slit.  He then pushed
into her slowly and deeply.  

"Oh, God, oh, God," she whimpered as she was violated again.  

Fats leisurely sawed in and out, mauling her tits with one hand and fingering her clit with the
other. The blubberous deputy filled her with disgust, but her body soon betrayed her as the
rubbing on her clit took effect and unwanted passion rose within her.  

'No! No! Don't do that! Oh God, please stop!' she pleaded with herself trying to suppress the
unwelcome orgasm that was steadily building.  Her hips started moving on their own, wantonly
rotating, trying to take his dick even deeper into her womb.  She couldn't stop it and as the vile
orgasm approached release she cried out loudly, "Oh noooooooooo, ohhh, ohhh, ohh,
ohhhhhhhhh noooooooo, ohhh, ohhh Aaaaaiiiieeeee!!!!"

All the while Daryl watched the entire thing.  He was looking down into the hold as she came. 
He saw her hips thrusting back.  He saw her toes curl as her heels dug into the fat back as she
cried out.  He saw her twist and squirm on the table as the wide flabby butt humped her.  Daryl
had closed his eyes.  She cried out again, but he didn't see that Fat's had pulled her upright by the
nipples and was cruelly twisting her nips as he continued to slam his cock into her. Her body
betrayed her again as her pussy contracted around Fat's prong and he shot off into his rubber.  

Blackie stepped up again and fucked her a second time.  This time she shoved her hips forward
to meet each of his thrusts.  

"Yeah slut, ya love to fuck!" he hissed. 

"See that boy?" he shouted.  "She loves it!"  

Blackie felt his orgasm building and just before he spouted, he pulled out.  He pulled her down
off the table, ripped the condom from his dick, and plunged his dick into her mouth.  Grabbing
her by the hair, he raped her mouth.  After a dozen strokes he ejaculated first in her mouth, then
he pulled out and finished ejaculating on her face and across her tits. 

The two men then dressed, released Daryl's handcuffs and sped away, taking the stash of dope
with them.   

Daryl immediately got underway for home.  Sandy eventually came up on deck, her eyes red
with tears and filled with shame, her bikini top hiding the ugly black bruises on her tits.  Sandy
desperately needed Daryl to comfort her, but he seemed distant.  They didn't speak the entire
way home.   All he said was, "I'll see you later," as they stepped up onto the pier.

Sandy now appreciated the manner in which John handled the two pig deputies.  He knew
exactly what to say, and what to do. As the patrol boat left the cove, Sandy hugged John and
thanked him.

"Thanks, for what?"

"Being a man, being a real man."  She wasn't about to reveal the ugly truth. She kissed him and
said, "I think we ought to go home now.  Thanks for the good loving."

John was disappointed.  He wanted to fuck her again.  "You don't want to stay a little longer?  I
promise, I'll make you happy."

"I am happy.  It's just that, well, Mia should be gone by the time we get back.  Besides I don't
want to get too much sun until I get a good tan."

John wanted more and he ventured, "What do want to do when we get back?  Do you have plans
for this evening?"

"No, I don't have any plans.  We can do whatever you want to do."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

John started kissing and groping her, trying to coax her into another fuck session before they
sailed back.  

She twisted away from him, her eyes twinkling.  "John! Let's go.  We'll be much more
comfortable in Daddy's bed."

"Okay Cupcake, you win, but when we get back, I'm going fuck you again."

"I'm counting on it," she replied with a coy look.

  
 



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