Connie dug her heels into the mattress, making a bridge of her body and lifting her buttocks up off the platform as she raised her cunt to meet the probing exploration of his fingers. She was totally incapable of rational thought now, her body a sensuous machine that responded to all sexual stimulation with lustful desire. She groaned as his fingers moved downward slowly approaching the already-moistening slit of her pussy. She raised her knees, bringing her legs even further apart and opening the lips of her cunt invitingly.
Johnny sucked voraciously at her swollen pink nipples, feeling their hardness with his tongue as he ran its pointy tip in spiraling circles around the puckering aureoles. He could see by the way that she was responding to him that Cobb and Edward had forever destroyed the barrier of repression that had formerly stood between her and sexual pleasure. She was motivated by nothing more than her own passionate desires now, her body responding automatically to the stimulation of his tongue and fingers.
His middle finger was slipping up and down the drooling length of her glistening red cuntal slit, its lips parting under his skillful ministrations and a thick viscous fluid oozing from between them. He dipped his fingertip into the abundant well of cuntal secretions, wetting it thoroughly, and transferring the moisture to the swollen little nut of her clitoris, nestled safely in its little pocket of cuntal fesh at the upper end of her slit. He heard her gasp with sudden delight as his finger stabbed at the rigid pleasure button.
As her hips began to roll and grind, shoving her cunt hungrily up at him, he moved his finger away from her clit, leaving her pussy totally unattended for an instant. "Oooohhhh," she moaned disappointedly. Johnny's fingers were stroking her right knee now, smearing it with oil and rubbing upwards to caress the downy length of her long, creamy white thigh. Bringing his exploring fingers to within an inch or two of her wet cunt, he moved his hand suddenly downward again, transferring the contact to her left thigh. He stroked her legs slowly up and down, rubbing in the oil and teasing her pussy to flaming red heat.
"Oh, please," she moaned, "Don't tease me. Put it in my cunt. I need your finger in my cunt." She was shocked to hear the obscene words bubbling from her own mouth, but was unable to bring her rampant passions under control or to conquer the insatiable cravings of lust that were building in her body, turning her into a shameless animal – a she-wolf in heat.
Johnny responded to her pleas by stroking her swelling clitoris lightly with the finger of one hand. Then reaching for her hand, he placed it palm down on the cushiony mound of her hairy pubic triangle. As his finger returned to her clit, he could feel her hand rubbing her genital region, moving around and around in erotic little circles of self-stimulation.
Lowering his hand, Johnny let his finger slip inside the warm slit of her cunt, wiggling it back and forth quickly and whipping her lubricating juices to frothy whiteness. He felt her hand moving downward, following his. She was exploring the warm wetness of her own vaginal slash, looking for the swollen pebble of desire which had become inflamed and abandoned by Johnny's fingering.
With his free hand he continued stroking the quivering mountains of her tits, pinching gently at the well-oiled pink nipples and kneading the white cushiony mounds softly. He moved his head downward across the oily expanse of her belly, nipping gently at her skin with his teeth. His eyes were wide open and he could see her hand moving desperately in the exploration of her own pussy. The tip of one finger found the free floating pellet of flesh that was her pleasure center and began rolling it about in the oozing slime of her cuntal membranes.
Connie had never masturbated before, touching her pussy only when she washed it in the shower or wiped it with paper after urinating. She was surprised to find that the internal membranes were so slick and wet. And she was astounded to discover what happened when she moved her fingertip lovingly over the button of her quivering clit.
The tiny bundle of nerve endings was like a single pea floating around in a pool of butter. She rubbed her finger delicately across it, rolling her hips from side to side and moaning softly as the waves of pleasure crashed over her bruised body. She could feel the Black racketeer's finger probing her inner cuntal folds, worming around inside her like a living creature. It was rubbing the walls of her cunt with a systematically circular motion, bringing its probing tip into contact with every part of the warm cavern.
She rolled her hips up toward his probing finger, trying to drive it deeper into the clasping confines of the warmly glistening slash. She was being consumed by flames of ecstatic passion, her consciousness disconnecting itself completely from everything but the hot flashes of delight which were zapping through her with the force of an atomic chain reaction. Rhythmic sighs were rolling from her throat like the throbbing beat of a ship's engine.
Johnny had completely abandoned her tits now, concentrating all his energies on the digital stimulation of her sweet flowing pussy. With his left band he cupped and framed her pubic triangle, leaving room for, the laboring hand with which she shamelessly petted and stroked her own clitoral protrusion. His fingers tangled in her curling jungle of pubic hair sending crackling sparks of electric static across the sloping plane of her crotch area. His right hand rubbed and petted her cunt itself, his stiffened fingers scissoring rapidly inside the stretching slash with erotic fury.
Stiffening his index, middle, and ring fingers into a thickly ridged cudgel, he drove them deep into her cunt, fucking her with his hand as she moaned in the throes of uncontrollably ecstatic agony. Her undercover assignment was as far away from her thoughts now as the oath that she had taken on the day that she had been inducted as a member of the New York City Police Force her promise to uphold justice and to resist the forces of evil.
"Oooooohhhhh," she moaned tormentedly. "It feels so goooood. Ooooohhhh, please don't stop. Don't ever stop." Johnny Walker chuckled inwardly at her tortured moan of passion. From what Foxy and Cobb bad told him, this hot little cunt had come a long way in the past twelve hours. Well, he thought, as long as my boys have started her on this little journey, I'll just see to it that she goes all the way.
He took both his hands away from her undulating groin and brought them to the waistband of his terry-cloth sarong. He stood up so that she could watch as be removed it from, his body. When he dropped the garment to the floor, his thick black prick stood up straight and hard, pointing away from the front of his body like a savage jungle spear. And he meant to impale her on it!
Connie looked up at the quivering shaft of gnarled black muscle and held her breath in shock and terror. It was huge! Tremendous! Bigger than anything that she had ever imagined. The heavy pulsating organ was as thick as a wrist and about nine inches long. It was pulsating wildly, and Connie could see one pearly drop of shiny lubricating fluid form at its tip as Johnny advanced toward her. She lay on her back, her legs still obscenely splayed and her hand still buried in the damply clinging wetness of her own hairy cunt. She knew that the huge black battering ram would tear her apart, splitting her body like a ripe tomato. She looked in fear at his huge instrument of torture and watched it swinging lewdly as he approached.
"Oh, you're going to like this, little policewoman," Johnny said as he dropped to his knees on the platform. He kneed his way to a position between her spread thighs, his cock pointing straight at the hair-lined red slash. While she watched, her eyes wide with disbelieving horror, he stroked the thick length of his cock with one idle hand. The heavy blue-black vein which ran along the length of the giant prick's silky underside throbbed to the rhythm of his pulse beat.