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  Dara let her legs fall open again as her hole dripped with cum from Ryan and Sean. Jason began to dig in, thrusting his cock in her now-dripping hole, the cum all mixed up with her juices, her body moving on the desk again, his hands wrapped around her ankles as he pressed his advantage.

  Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped her over and her stomach was on the desk and her ass spread and open. He gave one, two and with a final deep thrust he tore out of her pussy. He started shoving his cock into her ass, where it burned, but her hole took more than she thought it would. The sensation was wonderful as another orgasm began to build.

  “I knew fucking her would be awesome. Keep your ass open, ah-yeah, like that,” Dara spread her legs as far as they would go and felt Jason pumping his shaft into her ass, as her hips rose to meet his cock. His rhythm increased, filling her nether regions and a shattering orgasm pushed her ass against his cock and he sprayed his load into her ass, yelling, “Fuck yeah! Ah, it's all in there.”

  Her pussy was pulsing and her ass felt hot and used but the next man was ready to mount her, “Get me lube. I don't want a dry ass.”

  It was Kevin. She recognized his voice.

  “Fuck her first. There's plenty of cum in there to use.”

  And he did. Using his cock and making her moan her pleasure as he went about a third of the way in, slowly pulling out, then stabbing it in the whole way. The sensation was exquisite.

  “Oh yeah... she likes that, Kev. Make her moan more.”

  He pumped faster and as his rhythm increased she felt him getting close, his cock hardening even more and she groaned louder. Then he was pulling out and starting to slide it into her ass, banging that the way he had banged her pussy.

  “Close,” he breathed out, “not gonna last, it's super-tight and...” with a groan and a last thrust he came in her ass.

  As his hips fell away and his cock popped out of her hole, her legs began to tremble in exhausted pleasure, the feeling of the cum slipping out of all her holes a tactile sensation of the erotic thrill of being banged in a virgin hole that throbbed with pleasure.

  “I'm having a piece of that ass,” Ryan said, his eyes smoldering with desire to penetrate the one hole he hadn't.

  Ryan gripped her upper arms, turned her around and laid down on the desk with her back on his chest, his erection digging into her, as she squirmed on top of him, he started to wedge his cock into her ass and she fought him. That, of course, just pushed her ass on his shaft until it had filled her hole to bursting. She was pinned on top of him by his huge cock and it made her pussy throb to be filled, opening and closing with her need.

  With her legs spread and her ass filled, Jason loomed over the top of her, “I'm going to fuck your snatch now that he's in your ass,” as he slid his cock into her pussy, cum dripping out of both holes, pushed out as the cocks plunged in and out of both holes.

  Just as she wanted to ask them to stop, a delicious friction began. Jason's groin pressed against her clit as Ryan's balls squeezed against her pussy. That made the pressure grow between her legs again, heat flooded her extremities and climbed her body, exploding in her pussy, squeezing both mens' cocks as they came together. Jason's head was thrown back and Ryan's rapped the wood of the desk as he thrust it back, her body an erotic tether holding the men together inside her, as her body stiffened between the men and her breathing became ragged as she screamed her orgasm into the still air of her classroom.

  They lay there inside her for a moment then gradually, Jason loosened his hold, slipping out of her well-used part. Ryan sat up, still inside her and bodily picked her up, carefully setting her beside him. And with a slow, long kiss he said, “Now that's a lesson we won't forget.”

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  This is an erotic and fictitious story. Please practice safe sex in the real world.

  To Protect and Service

  Volume 2

  Copyright 2011 Marata Eros

  Smashwords Edition

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system without the prior written permission of the publisher.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Edited by Hazel Novak

  CHAPTER 1

  Dara was shopping again. She found herself gazing at the produce, not making a quick selection, but instead thinking about the prior week.

  The week where four of her college students had fucked her into submission. It had been the absolute-time-of-her-life. Surprisingly, Dara thought it'd get out for sure. She guessed they wanted a replay too much to risk it. Instead of their eyes following her in desire, it was anticipatory heat.

  The experience had awakened something deep inside of Dara. She looked at all males differently now. Could she just have sex with one man? She wasn't sure...

  She was startled out of her musing as another customer said, “Excuse me.”

  Dara threw the tail-end of her purchases into the basket and headed for checkout. She'd come to the grocery store straight from the gym and it was climbing toward six o'clock. She'd taken a quick shower, shaved and done the minimum primp. She'd worn her spare, sleek black yoga pants with a matching lace-edged camisole that just reached the part of her ass that began the curve to the roundest part.

  She liked to work her ass, she thought with a slow smile spreading over her face.

  Groceries in hand, she walked to her car and placed everything in the trunk. Pulling out of the parking lot, she took a different route to get home, hoping she'd have enough time to text on the way home. She'd had another professor that wanted to see her, but after last week, Dara knew that a relationship wasn't in her best interests anymore.

  Multiple men were.

  The cell glowed and she jammed her knee into the bottom of the steering column to guide the car as she texted the professor, canceling the coffee he'd so badly wanted to schedule with her. But that was before. Before last week, before the gang-fuck.

  She'd just pressed send when she saw flashing lights in her rear view mirror.

  What the hell? she asked herself. Shit, just as she was on the home stretch. She could taste being back at her small condo, drinking coffee, curling up with a good book, maybe rubbing one out as she thought about all those delicious students hammering it home last week. The thought got her wet even as she pulled over to the shoulder. The strobes of the red and blue lights were reflecting off her back window.

  *

  Dara watched as a cop unfolded himself out of his cruiser, his huge profile striding to her car.

  Well, well, she thought, isn't he a hunk of love? But what had she done wrong? Who really knew, she'd been busy texting and not paying attention to her speed.

  He leaned down, and in the dark his face was shadowed, she couldn't see his features very well. A feeling of disquiet wrapped its tentacles around Dara and she dismissed it easily. After all, he was a cop!

  His hand rested on the threshold where the window had slid open and he leaned in.

  “What's the trouble, Officer Michaels?” Dara asked, seeing his name tag in the gloom.

  “License and registration, Miss,” he instructed, his pen poised above a small notepad. He was all business, but his eyes had strayed to her lap and she had to fight not to look and see what he was fussing about.

  She had to turn away from him, hiking up on her knee, her ass up and facing him as she dug into her glove box for the registration. When she turned around it was obvious that he'd been checking out her parts.

  Fine, two could play that game. Whatever he was thinking about could be used to her advantage. After all...hadn't women be
en using their wiles for millennia? She'd get out of this bind.

  She saw him swallow as he straightened and moved a little away from her car and a streetlight caught his face in a swath of light.

  Why...he was a baby, Dara thought, fresh out of I'm-an-Officer-Now, school.

  Gotcha.

  She faced him fully, knowing that the deep cleavage of her cami was perfectly showcased in the bundling of her bright pink zip-up hoodie. His eyes found hers and flicked down to her neckline, then back up to her face. He licked his lips and swallowed. Dara watched his Adam's apple bob up and down nervously in an enormous neck, he obviously did serious time in the gym. Well, so did she.

  She smiled and handed over her stuff, letting her fingers slide out of his hand.

  He seemed to gather his composure together with an effort, “You were texting.” He said it as a statement and she nodded.

  “That's illegal now.”

  She knew that and nodded again.

  “I'll have to write you up for that,” he said, his eyes straying to her lap again.

  He was looking at her pussy. He wanted to fuck her.

  Dara opened the car door and started to get out and Officer Michaels said, “Miss, do not exit the vehicle.”

  His voice said no but the raging hard-on in his pants said yes.

  He was on the radio which rested on his shoulder in a second and spoke right above it, his full lips brushing the plastic surface, “I need back up at this location...” and Dara knew she was playing with fire as she reached out and stroked a finger over the bulge in his pants and he groaned.

  “Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to get back in your vehicle until back up arrives.”

  “No,” Dara said, moisture blooming between her thighs, her heart racing in anticipation of dominating him...making him bend the rules, break the rules because of his lust. She stepped into his body, her breasts pressing against his chest, his arousal crushed between their bodies.

  Almost against his will, his arms came around her and he sunk one hand into her hair and the other he pressed against the small of her back, underneath the hoodie she wore. “I can't do this. You're beautiful but...”

  “Shh...” Dara said, pressing her mouth against his, moving her lips around the fullest part of his lower lip, gently biting on it as she used her free hand to rub her hand up and down the shaft of his cock.

  Michaels threw back his head, mouth open and moaned into the cool night air and Dara was glad that she'd picked the back route. There was not a car in sight. She squeezed his cock hard and he shuddered, his hand coming around the front of her body and cupping her breast, she opened her legs a little to straddle his. They stood this way, his hand squeezing her breast, his cock pressing against her stomach and his utility belt digging into her ribs.

  “Lose the belt,” she said and he shook his head. But like before, his other hand began to feel her pussy from the outside of the yoga pants and she gave an involuntary sigh and jerk, her clit and pussy area had always been super-sensitive and she didn't need hard stimulus to get off. She could feel her own wetness through the pants.

  He could too. “I'll stop, but, I just have to put my finger in there, and then I'll stop...” he promised.

  Sure he would.

  Dara knew that once he penetrated her slick core with his finger he'd want his cock in there next and she couldn't wait. Taking him by surprise, she jerked her legs apart and leaped on him midway, wrapping her legs around him and he reflexively put his hands under her thighs.

  Like a man in a fugue, he began walking toward the cop car, Dara's ass and pussy riding the top of his belt full of weapons. His glasses were on and Dara could see the blinding colors of his cruiser pulse in the lenses.

  He opened the back door of the cruiser and laid her down. He stood back, his pants distended by his massive erection and whispered, “Just a finger...”

  Right.

  He loomed above her and she was keenly aware of his size compared to hers, he was big and so was his cock. It looked like it hurt, trying to burst out of his pants. He rolled down the flap of her pants, the molding of the top band coming down to the top of her thighs. He looked at the little bit of hair that rode the top of her slit and breathed out, “God, you're so sexy.”

  And he slid his finger in, holding it deep in her hole, the delicious sensation of being penetrated made Dara squirm around, pushing her pants below her knees, spreading her legs further apart, shoving her pussy up to take more of his finger.

  He laughed, “You're so eager. I'm gonna fuck you with more fingers.”

  “Yes...please,” Dara said, the ticket for texting the furthest thing from her mind. She could feel an orgasm beginning to build and moaned, her hips swiveling to catch the rhythm.

  Dimly, she was aware of his ragged breathing, and she heard his pants coming down and unzipping. “I need to feel you. Your pussy is wet and wants to be fucked,” he said.

  Dara had to be coy, even as her pussy throbbed, “I thought you said just a finger,” she choked out around her arousal, on the brink of orgasm.

  “I did... I mean... ahh,” Michaels said, as the tip of him brushed her opening. She threw her hips up high, seeing the line of her body with his face at the end of it.

  He grabbed her hips and thrust his cock into her wet hole and she screamed as the orgasm that had been on the brink crashed over them both, her pussy pulsing around his cock and he lost all sense of rhythm, slamming his meat into her hole and moaning as he slid her across the seat, her pants around her ankles.

  “What the fuck?” a voice from behind them said, at the same time that Michaels unloaded his whole wad deep inside of Dara. She screamed as the deep penetration brought another series of pulsing orgasms raining down on them.

  Some cop he was, Dara thought, as the other cop got an eyeful of her spread pussy with cum leaking out of it. His eyes widened.

  “What the hell is this, Michaels?” He waved a palm toward Dara's glistening hole.

  Michaels didn't even try to cover himself, “Listen, she came on to me, and I was getting off soon. So, I thought, why not?”

  “Why not? Why-the-fuck-not? You dumb-ass, you can get kicked off the force. You don't bang chicks you pull over!”

  “You don't want to bang her? Look at her!”

  The other cop did.

  Dara stared at him and finally, when he'd gotten a good look at her he asked, “Was this consensual, Miss?”

  Dara said, “Yes. As a matter of fact, I'd like more fucking if you two can ever stop talking.”

  The other cop's mouth fell open. And Dara thought that he may have been senior to Michaels but they were both pretty green.

  And ready, if she was any judge of the fit of a man's pants.

  The other cop, Smith, she noticed as the streetlight caught his name tag, looked in both directions.

  He stopped talking, putting a finger in her snatch and coming away with a long trail of wetness and cum and said in a shaky voice, “I want to bang her on the hood of the car.”

  Michaels smiled, “I told you. She's got a hot pussy. I'm already getting hard again thinking about it.”

  They dragged Dara out of the back of the squad car and with Smith's hand still finger-fucking her pussy and Michaels holding her arms with his cock and balls slapping the side of her face, they walked her over to the hood.

  “God, I love the feel of her, she's so wet.”

  “Yeah, but we're so busted if she talks, or if someone else sees.”

  “Like me?” a third voice said and Dara jerked her head up from where she was laying to see an older cop look down at her splayed out on the hood, wet and pink twat shining in the streetlamp.

  “Shit! Sarg, it's not what it looks like.” Smith began.

  “Put a cork in it, son. You think this is the first woman I've seen enjoy a cock-spear?”

  “So, we're not in trouble?” Michaels asked, looking at her hole hopefully.

  “Not as long as you share,” he s
aid.

  Dara looked at him. He had to be around her age but was in pretty decent shape. She wasn't sure if she wanted older but she loved the idea of more cock and cum in her pussy. It was already hot and throbbing for more.

  “What do you say, girlie, you want me to shove my meat in your snatch and shoot my load up there?”

  “Yes,” Dara said, spreading her legs on the hood.

  “God, look at that,” the older cop said, his pants already halfway down his thighs as he began shoving his cock into her and she moaned as she got filled up again and Michaels climbed up on the hood next to her, “Open up and taste yourself, I want to fill another hole with my cum.”

  Dara opened her mouth as her ass slid back and forth on top of the hood and the older cop grunted as he was shoving his cock in and out of her pussy and Michaels was face-fucking her. She rose her hips to meet his and stroked Michaels balls and he groaned, “Quit that or I'm gonna go...”

  She did it more because she wanted to swallow his cum as she wiggled her snatch around so Older Cop's dick would go where she wanted it.

  “Hell, she's a squirmer. Doesn't matter, I'm close,” Older Cop said. And with a final, deep thrust, he let go inside her and she locked her legs around him, holding him inside her as Michaels stiffened beside her, spraying his come inside her mouth as her throat convulsed around his cock, swallowing it all.

  Older Cop slid his limp cock out of her and opened her legs until they were spread wide again. He wasn't done. He put a finger in her snatch, fucking it still.

  “Your turn, Smith. I've warmed her up for you now.” he seemed reluctant to let her go, slipping his fingers in and out, then taking the flat of his palm and stroking it over the top of her clit, then shoving his fingers back inside her.