heating up inside her tightly-clenched butthole. Just a few seconds more…
A dazzling light washed over her. She blinked, surprised. This was not the flickering glare of a fire-fountain – it was the steady beam of a spotlight!
The dark man stiffened, his laughter dying into a rattle low in his throat.
'Hold it right there!' a harsh voice barked. Then: 'Oh, my God! What're they doing to her?'
A scream split the night as Danny yanked his cock savagely out of Wanda's asshole. He shot a stream of jism all over her upturned buttcheeks and back as he fought to rise and run, his cock still discharging bolts of jism.
He knew enough to recognize the police when be heard them!
The merry-go-round rocked to the impact of heavy shoes as someone leapt up on to the platform. Liz heard a male voice grinding out a stream of obscenities, and then the burning tube sticking out of her ass like a flaming tail was plucked from her butt and hurled far, far away into the night.
'Wait a minute. This is all a misunderst…' the dark man said, his words cut off by the sickening thud of a hard-rubber baton against his forehead.
He slumped back against the rail. A nightstick smashed into his face again. He toppled limply from the platform.
Men were all around now, untying her, speaking soothingly to her. Nearby, she heard Wanda sobbing brokenly as she lay sprawled on the ground. Other voices were shouting at Danny, telling him to stop. In his panic, he ignored them, even after a pair of flashlights caught him in their beams.
He was climbing up the freeway embankment, his come-drooling cock dangling between his thighs, when a volley of pistol shots knocked him against the slope. His fingers scrabbled frantically against the hard-packed earth for a moment. Then he slipped and rolled to the bottom.
Someone was making his way to the platform as Liz was helped off of it. She was shivering uncontrollably when someone put a jacket around her shoulders.
'Here, I'll take care of her,' said a voice.
Liz's head snapped up. It was Jamie's voice!
'She's all yours, Sergeant,' a patrolman said, and that was all she knew.
The lights were low in Jamie McFadden's living room. It was a small room, but it was tastefully decorated. The only extravagant touch was the big black leather sofa that lined one wall.
Two people sat on the sofa, one astride the other, their naked bodies gleaming in the pale yellow lamplight. Liz's buttcheeks, shiny with the ointment of her rescuer had smeared all over them, worked slowly and lovingly around the stiff column of hot cock that slid easily up and down inside her pussy.
Their mouths were locked together in a tongue twining embrace. Then the girl broke away and planted a kiss on the young man's nose.
'I never expected to see you again, Jamie.' Liz's tongue licked out, traced the line of her lover's jaw.
He laughed softly. 'One look at you – ah, your pussy's nice and tight, and I swore I'd come back and take you away from that hellhole. Which wasn't too hard, considering I'm a sergeant with the undercover squad.' His hands massaged her boobs, rolling her nipples this way and that with his palms.
'Mmm! I like that.' Her tongue flicked at his eyelids. 'My uncle? What about my uncle, the phony preacher?'
'He'll think a ton of bricks has landed on him, the sanctimonious bastard.'
'Ahhh,' she sighed with satisfaction.
He inhaled sharply as she squeezed his cock with her now-skilled pussy.
'I love you,' she said.
'I love you too.' He bent to kiss a rigid nipple. 'Promise me something.'
'Anything.' He shoved upwards hard and fed another half-inch of cock into her greedy cunt.
'Hurt me sometimes. Just a little. Please?' He looked at her for a moment. His prick fucked languidly in and out of her wet pussy. 'Anything you say.'
'Ahh,' she said, and locked her mouth to his again.
