Caught by Surprise

"Well..." I said softly, letting the thought hang in the air.

"Let's go upstairs," she said in a firm voice and I smiled.

While Christina went to the bathroom, I undressed quickly, down to my briefs, and had just finished when I heard a tap at the door.

As she entered the room, Christina looked me over for a long minute and then closed the door behind her.

"You have a wonderful body," she said.

"So do you," I said, and put my arms around her and kissed her. She didn't open her mouth and felt stiff in my arms. It seemed somehow uncomfortable, my standing there almost naked with my arms round a still-dressed woman. It was probably bothering her, too, I thought.

"Why don't you get undressed?" I said.

"That's a good idea," she said with a smile, and began to unbutton her blouse. Then she unzipped her skirt while I watched, stepped out of it, kicked off her shoes and stood before me in only a plunge bra and high cut, lace panties.

Her eyes fixed on mine, Christina unhooked her bra. Her breasts were very big with huge rose-pink nipples and they rose and fell with her rapid breathing. I bent forward, cupped them in my hands, and suckled each nipple in turn. They came erect, firm between my lips, taut against my tongue.

I hooked my thumbs into her panties and slid them off her hips. She stepped out of them and sat down on the edge of the bed, opening her long slender legs. Her cuntlips were wet, swollen, pink, downy with silken curls.

Christina reached out to pull my briefs down my legs. My cock reared up, long, thick, hard. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, opened her mouth wide and enveloped the head and most of the shaft. I have no idea how I knew but I sensed she liked sex just a little forceful and I put my hands behind her head and drove my cock deep into her throat, fucking her face with intense pleasure. She managed not to choke and rolled her eyes up at me, a mass of her saliva and my precum spilling from the corners of her mouth to drip from her chin onto her breasts. Looking at her, desperate to suck the slippery liquid from her stiff nipples, I felt the familiar buzzing in my balls.

"Let's not waste it," I said, and tumbled Christina back onto the middle of the bed. I kissed her, hard, and this time her mouth opened and her tongue met mine. Then I drew away and kissed her throat, moved down, licked her nipples, circled the hard buds with my tongue, bit them gently. Christina moaned with lust and I moved lower, sliding my tongue in her navel, my hands wandering in a random caress all over the length of her voluptuous body, warm and smooth to the touch. I cupped her heavy breasts in my hands and licked my way down over her flat belly, into to the silken curls. My tongue worked her cunt open and I licked her swollen clitoris, swallowing the syrupy cream oozing from her pink hole. There was no discernible response but she was sopping wet.

I moved up the bed and stretched out at right angles to Christina, raising her slender leg nearest me. My thighs clamped above and beneath the upper part of her other leg as I brought my hips up and in under her raised knee. The swollen head of my throbbing cock found the soft open lips of her cunt-mouth without guidance.

I drove my stiff shaft inward with a powerful thrust, and it slid in easily, deeply, with the first stroke. I withdrew, to the very tip of my prick, and plunged it in again, to the hilt. My pubic mound jammed hard against her wet cuntlips but Christina's hips did not move.

Surprised, I began to fuck Christina with long, plunging strokes, driving my cock deep, withdrawing it to the head, driving in again, with a furious, pounding rhythm. Still there was only a slight response from her hips, no sound from her lips. I stopped in mid-stroke.

"What's wrong?" I said, looking up at her face. Christina turned her head on the pillow, a pleading look in her eyes.

"Put it in the other way," she said. "Please?"

"What other way?"

"In my ass."

"It won't fit."

"It'll fit."

"Roll over."

"We don't have to do it that way," she said, and reached up to pull the other pillow down as she turned on her back. She raised her hips up and settled the pillow under the silky cheeks of her curvy buttocks.

"Try it now," she said, raising her legs and holding her knees wide apart with her hands. The puckered opening of her asshole flexed in anticipation at being spread open by the head of my straining, sperm-slick shaft and I pushed the swollen, deep-purple head of my cock against the tiny, tight muscle, forcing it to give way.

"Go ahead," Christina said, with a soft gasp of delight. "It will fit."

I pushed harder and watched in amazement as my swollen glans sank in and disappeared. It was as if the sphincter muscle had swallowed it, her rectal walls hot and tight along my swollen shaft. God, her back passage was like a velvet vise, the sensation utterly wonderful. I plunged in, gasping in pleasure, until the thick base of my prick bumped up against the fleshy globes of her ass.

"Don't stop," Christina said, and I noticed her teeth were clenched. "Fuck me hard, all the way up the ass."

Always do what a lady demands, I thought hazily, transported by pleasure.

I fucked her ass hard, every stroke all the way up into her bowels, just as she wanted. I plunged my prick deep, as deep as it would go, my groin slamming against the plump cheeks of her backside again and again and again. Christina was gasping and moaning loudly now, her hands convulsively clutching the sheet. I reached one hand down and found the opening of her cunt. My two middle fingers slid into the cream-slick hole and I began finger-fucking and rubbing her clit in time with the pounding of my prick into her bowels.

A long, quivering, continuing moan came from Christina's throat.

"That's it, oh, that's it," she said. "All the way up inside, Greg. Fuck my tight little asshole really hard. Make me squeal as you fill my bowels with your gooey cum. I'll suck you clean afterwards. I'll ream out your ass with my tongue..."

Holy fuck I love it when a woman tells me exactly what she wants...

Christina was gasping and moaning loudly, her hips squirming and bouncing as I drove my long, pistoning prick faster and faster, deeper and deeper, into the tight clutching sleeve of her back passage. My fingers worked furiously in the moist, slippery depths of her syrup-filled cunt, and suddenly her whole body spasmed and a cry of ecstasy started deep in her chest. I pumped every inch of my straining cock up into her ass as her whole body trembled in orgasm, squirting my hot spunk into the depths of her bowels, my belly glued tight against the sweaty globes of her receptive backside.

After a long while, I withdrew my softening cock from the tight grip of her anal sphincter and lay back, breathing hard. Christina sat up, shaking her head like a swimmer coming out of deep water. Then, almost as if she read my mind in wondering whether she would do the things she'd promised in the heat of being sodomized, she lowered her head into my groin and sucked my cock into her mouth, her gaze meeting mine.

Overwhelmed with pleasure I closed my eyes, knowing she would keep sucking my cock until I flooded her mouth with cum.

*

The circumstances of Terry's death nagged at me through the spring and on into the long, dry summer. But the problem was there were always so many other emergencies to deal with: chasing stolen cars, investigating cases of dangerous driving and negligent vehicle maintenance, even catching drivers speeding, which I loathe more than anything because everybody swears blind they were observing the speed limit.

But now and again, when I finished duty early, I would drive out along the A19, parking at the spot where the accident happened. I would sit there and study the movement of the traffic, watch the farm vehicles moving back and forth in the fields and on the road, and write notes to myself on a pad. Then I would drive home feeling oddly dispirited as if I was missing something blindingly obvious.

One summer's evening I was about to pull into the drive of my cottage when I saw Christina standing on the doorstep, obviously waiting for me. She was carrying a bunch of flowers and was dressed in a cashmere sweater and a pleated skirt. I have a thing for pleated skirts, especially worn with nothing underneath.

"Hello," I said as I got out.

"Hello."

"For me?" I said with a grin, "You shouldn't have."

"Well you know, I wanted - " She started to say and then paused.

I smiled at her and waited for her to say what was on her mind.

"I know it's an imposition," Christina finally said, "but it's been a year. And I wanted to... well - "

"Lay them where Terry crashed," I said, finishing her sentence. "Come inside while I get out of my uniform and I'll take you there."

"If it's not too much to ask - " she started to say but I held up a hand.

"Madam, this matter is now in the hands of the local constabulary," I said with faux seriousness. "You would be well advised not to interfere with a policeman in the furtherance of his duty."

"Of course, officer," she said with a smile and a sly wink. "I promise I'll come quietly."

I leaned toward her and whispered, "We both know that statement is far from the truth..." and loved it when Christina laughed.

Ten minutes later I was driving back toward the A19, the radio again turned off. I wanted to talk about love and desire and tell Christina how often I thought about her in the course of my day. But this wasn't the time or place and I kept our small talk to telling her what had happened while I was on duty that wasn't confidential.

"So did you throw any stingers across the road and call in the police helicopter to catch bank robbers?" Christina asked, a grin on her face. "Just like in 'Police, Camera, Action' on the TV?"

"Definitely," I said. "I've got one in the back."

"A helicopter...?"

"A stinger."

"Wow..." she said. "Good job you aren't chasing bank robbers now."

I drove up the hill that led to the scene of the accident. Christina turned round in her seat to retrieve the flowers and I could see an approaching combine harvester was just about to finish a strip that adjoined the road then turn into the next row down the field.

I turned on my indicator that I would be pulling over when suddenly I could see absolutely nothing. The road was gone, the view out of the windscreen was gone.

Every lesson my police driving instructor had ever taught me took over.

I braked in a series of careful, almost gentle movements, alternately pressing and releasing the brake to bring the car's speed down. The back end started to slide and I fought the wheel, steering into the skid, dreading we would turn over. But the brakes screamed and then we were motionless, on the grass verge, facing any oncoming traffic, the engine stalled.

The combine harvester continued its slow progress down the field, oblivious to the cloud of dust and straw its engine had strewn across the road and into the air as it turned.

Christina was white with shock and I realized my hands were trembling on the steering wheel.

"That's what killed Terry," I said quietly. "That's why he crashed into the back of the tractor. He wouldn't have stood a chance if a cloud like that had suddenly enveloped him. It would have got under his visor and choked and blinded him. And the cloud wasn't there when I arrived because of the breeze and the way the harvester had already moved down the field. We were lucky not to crash because we weren't going as fast as he was - "

"And because of your skill in driving," Christina said. "Oh dear God, I was so scared!"

I started the engine and maneuvered the car off the road, turned off the blue lights and got out. My legs felt like rubber. Behind me I heard Christina's door close and then she was standing next to me, sliding her arm through mine so that she could steady herself.

"Thank you," she said. "We have the answer now and I can feel easier in my heart. I hated not knowing why he'd crashed like that because he was so experienced at riding his bike."

We were at the spot where Terry's body had come to rest. Christina knelt and placed the flowers on the grass. Then she stood up and put her arms round my waist, burying her face in my chest.

"Any chance of a cup of tea?" she said, lifting her face, her eyes meeting mine.

"Of course," I said, shivering with the release of tension and a rush of desire.

"And a brandy?"

"A bloody big one," I said, and grinned.

"And dinner afterward?"

"If you like," I said softly.

"And after that?"

"Long, slow lovemaking, your body against mine, my lips on yours, my cock in your mouth then your asshole just the way you like - "

"I think the tea can wait," she said, her voice husky with desire.

I drove home and Christina led the way hurriedly upstairs, closing the door of my bedroom behind us. Still fully dressed, she threw herself face-down on the bed and flipped her skirt up, exposing the neat swell of her bare bottom, the long pink gaping wet mouth of her cunt.

My fingers shaking with desire, I unbuttoned my trousers and pushed them down my legs. I climbed on top of her and in one smooth motion sank the length of my raging prick deep into the wet hole of her cunt, driving it home once, twice, three times, before she said anything.

"Please, Greg," Christina purred, turning her head so her imploring eyes met mine. "You know what I want."

"I'm just getting it wet," I said. "For lubrication." A dozen or more pounding strokes in the soft warm wet folds of her cunt and then I withdrew and placed the head of cock against the tiny opening of her asshole.

I pushed, firmly, and to my delight saw the throbbing tip of my cock slowly disappear. I drove the shaft in deep, the entire length, until I was pressed tight against the yielding mounds of her buttocks.

"Oh, Jesus," she said. "Oh, God, how I've wanted this, your cock buried deep in my bowels. I love it when you sodomize me, Greg. Fuck me in my ass, do it hard, darling, do it really hard...!"

I slid my cock out until only the head remained inside her rectum and then thrust it deep into her asshole again. Christina squirmed, and I grabbed her hips to give myself better leverage. Then I went to work fucking her fiercely, forcefully, driving my cock deep into her bowels in a furious rhythm, my lower belly slapping against the smooth skin of her ass, my balls bouncing against the wet lips of her cunt. She started screaming as I thrust, my hips driving my stiff prick deeper with every stroke, and went into orgasm, her whole body shuddering with the intensity of her pleasure.

I could so easily have succumbed at that moment, the clasping heat of Christina's spasming rectum drawing my cum from my over-full balls like a vacuum, but I used every ounce of willpower I had and dragged my prick from her asshole to lift myself onto the bed, presenting my throbbing glans to her mouth. She opened her lips immediately, sucking in the head, swallowing greedily as each new spurt gushed into her throat. The sensation was like heaven on earth and one I was determined to repeat as often as Christina desired.

Later, both of us naked, Christina lay spooned back against me, asleep even though my cock was still buried to the balls in her back passage, her big soft breasts filling my hands. I, too, was close to drifting off, overwhelmed by the pleasure of having fucked her gorgeous ass multiple times, filling her bowels to overflowing with my sperm. But, before I did, I said a silent prayer of thanks because now, at last, we knew exactly what had happened to Terry and Christina could move on with her life.

End.