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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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