Delilah's Summer of Sex Part 3

For a whole two days after her encounter with her employers, Delilah’s pussy felt satisfied. It wasn’t until the third day that she awoke with that familiar ache in her cunt that told her she needed tending to. That morning, as she ate breakfast alone in the dining room, she realized that the D’s might be ignoring her. She had not seen much of them since that afternoon when Mrs D had spanked her and sucked her clit and Mr D had pumped her full of his cum. Mrs D seemed to be out all the time, at the beach or shopping, and Mr D only nodded at her when she went into his office to pick up his handwritten pages to type up. He had barely noticed the way her tight denim shorts rose up in the crack of ass, showing off her cheeks, or the way her cropped t-shirt was just cropped enough to reveal the bottoms of her full bra-less tits. Delilah sighed. Perhaps the D’s had had enough of her. What was she going to do now, she thought as she picked at her eggs. The housekeeper, a plump full-bodied woman whose uniform strained against her high round tits named Kay, came out of the kitchen to stand over her. “Would you like some more milk, dear?” Delilah nodded absently and then, glancing up at the woman, realized why the D’s were avoiding her. Of course! Kay was back. Kay went home on weekends but stayed at the house during the week. Perhaps the D’s thought it improper to lick and suck and fuck her within the housekeeper’s earshot. Delilah smiled, anticipating the weekend to come and then worried how she would satisfy herself until then. She considered reaching out to tongue Kay’s nipples through her uniform but thought better of it. Instead, Delilah went up to her room and changed into her smallest bikini. She would go to the beach and find someone to do. But when she stepped on the beach, she saw it was filled with children. Damn it! Not the place to get her pussy some attention. Delilah stomped back up the road, pausing from time to time to dip a finger under her bikini into her hot box. That made her even wetter and hotter so she stepped off the road into the forest for privacy. She was leaning against a tree, her bikini bottoms off, her legs spread wide, rubbing her juicy cunt with her fingers when she heard the man’s voice. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Delilah looked up to see the helmeted head of a motorcycle cop. She’d been so engrossed in her pleasure that she hadn’t even heard him approaching. Delilah put her hands over her bush to cover herself. “Oh, officer. I was just-” “Just getting started on that pussy of yours? I’m going to have to do something about that.” “Well…” Delilah debated the merits of decorum and then said to hell with it and uncovered her bush to bend down and pick up her bikini bottoms. If she was going to be arrested for lewd behavior, she was going to do it with her panties on. When she stood up, the officer had his handcuffs out. She didn’t bother to beg for mercy; it would be too embarassing. Instead, she stuck out her wrists and waited. The cop smiled then yanked her around, pressing her hard nipples into the trunk of the tree. Grabbing her arms, he pulled her wrists behind her back then slapped on the cuffs. “There. That’s better.” Delilah panicked thinking of what the D’s would say when they bailed her out. “Officer, aren’t you going to read me my rights?” The officer spun her around to face him. Then he pulled his helmet off and smiled. He was young and handsome with dark curly hair and big strong body. “Your rights? Well, if you promise not to tell my wife, you have the right to a good hard fucking.” Delilah reddened. She didn’t want him to think she was a slut or anything…but he was cute. And that bulge in his pants was enormous. The officer narrowed his eyes. “Well?” Delilah didn’t think he’d ask a second time. “I promise.” She turned her back to him and held out her cuffed wrists. “Just uncuff me and I’ll-” “And let you get away? I don’t think so.” He reached out a hand and unsnapped her bikini top. The band of fabric fell to the ground. The cop spun her to face him again. His eyes lingered on her tits. With her hands bound behind her back, her chest arched forward, sending her round tits out and upward. “Big and full. That’s good.” His gloved hands pinched and squeezed at her nipples. Delilah gasped. And when he grasped her nipples and shook them hard, her breasts bounced, connecting with her pussy in an electrifying jolt. The officer bit his lip, intent now and took out his nightstick. He ran it around and around her hard thick nipples and then up to her mouth. Delilah opened her lips and sucked on the tip of the nightstick. The officer arched an eyebrow. “Good girl.” It was the second time she’d been called a good girl and Delilah found she liked it. “I can be an even better girl if you’ll just undo these cuffs.” “No.” His tone was stern. He yanked at her bikini bottoms until they were down around her ankles. “Step out of them and spread your legs.” Delilah did as she was told and was rewarded by the feel of the rough leather nightstick rubbing over her slick clit. Delilah moaned. “Oh,” he said, “you like that?” Delilah nodded. And he put the nightstick back in her mouth again, forcing her to suck it in and taste her own juices. “Lick it clean,” he ordered. And eagerly Delilah did, wondering why it was so easy for her to take orders from a total stranger. When the cop pulled the nightstick from her mouth, Delilah had to force herself not to follow it with her tongue. Her cunt was pulsing now, wet and wide open. The officer pushed her gently down to her knees and unzipped his pants. His cock was bigger than she had guessed and it sprang free from the fabric, long and hard. Delilah leaned forward and wrapped her lips around it, sucking hungrily on the head. She loved sucking cocks, loved the taste of cum. Back in college, she’d had a professor with whom she’d spent a great deal of time on her knees in his office, his cock pumping in and out of her warm mouth. She’d been sorry when the semester ended. The cop was moaning, stroking her hair. It was hard to get at his whole cock without her hands but Delilah opened her throat wide and did the best she could, sucking as hard as she could to please him. She could feel her juices running down her thighs in a stream. She couldn’t wait to have this tasty cock inside her. A rustling in the bushes startled the cop, making him step back and yanking the cock she so desperately craved from her ready mouth. Delilah gasped in surprise to see another cop step into the clearing. This cop was older than the first, meatier. He took in the situation, Delilah naked on her knees, the first officer’s cock standing up out of his pants. “Pete,” he said, “I saw your bike on the side of the road and I thought you might need a hand with a criminal element.” His voice had a slow drawl that Delilah couldn’t place. Pete (now she knew his name) grinned. “Well, Bo, I could use a hand. She’s a feisty one.” Delilah got to her feet as Bo came forward. Bo took a moment to roll her swollen heaving nipples between his fingers. “I guess I can help you out,” he said. And Delilah’s wet pussy lept. Bo and Pete helped Delilah lie down on the soft leaves of the forest floor. Her cuffed hands pressed into the small of her back, raising her hips so that, when Bo leaned down to peer between her legs, he had a full beautiful view of her heated clit, her perfect cunt. Delilah spread her legs wide and Bo dove in, his tongue ready. Delilah gasped at his expertise. He sucked on her clit, then ran his tongue up and down her slit. Pete grinned. “Go to it, Bo! Suck that pussy!” And then Pete got down on his knees near Delilah’s face. He held his cock out to her and Delilah lapped at it like a hungry puppy, forcing her hips up to give Bo better access to her juicing pussy. Bo began pumping her cunt with three fingers, sucking and finger-fucking her all at the same time and Delilah’s hip bucked, joyful. Pete was sliding his cock in and out of Delilah’s lips so she had only to
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ld her lips open and her tongue held stiff to keep him in her mouth. “Look at her, she loves my cock.” Delilah’s excited body felt sweaty and hot and she began to tremble. Just as she felt herself going over the edge, Bo pulled away from her. As the rush of air hit her puss, Pete took himself out of her mouth. Delilah writhed on the ground, groaning in frustration. “Oh, please.” She was begging again and she didn’t care. She needed release. Bo and Peter stood over her, grinning like Cheshire cats. “She wants it bad. Look at how wet she is.” And, indeed, Delilah was so wet that she could feel the juices running down into the fold of her warm ass. “Please,” she gasped. “Fuck me, please.” Bo and Pete shoved each other out of the way in an attempt to be the first at her pussy. Delilah almost shouted but managed to keep her voice low. “Both of you. Both of you. Now.” Pete picked her up and Delilah wrapped her legs around his waist. As his thick cock drove into her slick pussy, Delilah moaned. Bo stood behind her and unlocked her handcuffs. When her hands were free, Delilah used them to spread her cheeks and Bo got on his knees to wet her asshole with his tongue. Then Bo unzipped his pants and gently worked his way into her. For the first time, Delilah felt the wonderful sensation of two cocks at once — she’d never let Joe and Stan try it. When Bo was buried deep into her, Pete and Bo began moving, pumping themselves in and out of her. Grabbing Pete for leverage, Delilah swung her hips back and forth, feeling the pressure of first Bo’s then Pete’s cock inside her two holes. Bo hung onto Delilah’s tits for balance and as he held them out, Joe arched his head down to suck at them. Delilah cried out in pleasure, swinging her hips faster and faster. It seemed her pussy had never known anything but this forest, but these two cops with their cocks pumping into her. Faster and faster, the two men fucked her cunt and her ass until Delilah was shouting in joy. “Fuck me, fuck me, HARDER!” And then all at once, the three of them were coming and Deliliah’s happy cunt was filling with Pete’s cum and her ass was receiving Bo’s cum and her tits were being sucked and she suddenly wished she could almost get arrested every single day.

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  1. missy

    Loved your story…..next time use 2 woman in the threesome and ill have the best orgasm ever

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  2. red headed texan

    ooh…great story…

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  3. Loved the trilogy…this was the best one, though. I’d be flying high too with a cock in my cunt and one in my ass while my tits are being sucked. Maybe there just needed to be a cock in her mouth as well…

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