Β©1999 by Bob Peale.
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She rocked forward so that she could rub them against the railing. After a bit she had a rhythm going, grazing her nipples against the railing while she pressed her cunt into his tongue. It felt wonderful!
She was so lost in the feeling that she didn't realize he'd stop licking her until she felt something new against her pussy. Hard and round, at first she thought that it was his cock, but her mind insisted that it was much too big and stiff for that.
"What are you... uugghhhh!"
Her question stuck in her throat as he jammed his nightstick into her pussy. She was not a small girl, but sheβd never fucked anything that big before. It was at least twice as big around as a broomstick. One end had ridges to improve the grip, and it was that end that he was using. She could feel each ridge strain past her inner lips and burrow further inside. At first he just used the grip, spreading her wide and stimulating the walls of her pussy. Involuntarily she squeezed down on it, trying to limit its motion; however, all that did was increase the friction and make her even wetter.
Despite herself she started to moan, spurring the trooper on. He began to maneuver the nightstick deeper, working more and more of it in, and then withdrawing the whole length. It was so big! She was seeing stars, but she was also getting hotter and hotter.
"Oh yes, oh yesssssss. Fuck me. Ohhhhh!" she chanted.
Vanessa increased the rocking motion, rubbing her nipples across the railing faster as she fucked the nightstick harder. She didn't care anymore that she was outside next to a public road. She didn't even care that he was taking advantage of her. All she cared about was that all of the tension that had been building up was bubbling up, pushing her toward an earth shattering orgasm.
As if reading her mind, the trooper pulled the nightstick all the way out. Her pussy gaped, twitching, trying to grab at the nightstick that had filled it a short while ago. She started to shake violently, her orgasm cruelly interrupted.
"Don't worry sweetheart, we're not done," he taunted.
Leaving her chained to the railing, he walked back to his car and drove around back. A few minutes later, he returned (without the car), unlocked the handcuffs, repositioned her hands in front of her, and re-locked the handcuffs before she even realized she was free of the railing.
"Let's see what these really look like," he said, pulling her tank top over her head and down around her arms. "Holy shit!"
To say that Vanessa had great tits was like saying that the Grand Canyon was a big hole. They were wonderful, as big as ripe melons, and almost impossible to cover. No matter what she wore, they seemed to spill out. She'd never worn a bra because she couldn't find one that was comfortable enough, or did a very good job of holding her, so she tended to favor blousy clothes.