The Commissar's in Town Ch. 01-07

"Oh, God, are those...?" David asked her.

"D Cup? Yep, with the obligatory back pain to go with it, and since my love life hit the skids, I was tempted to get them reduced. You're the first guy in a while to make me glad to put up with the pain to keep my advantages," Trudy indicated by gesture what she meant by "advantages."

"Wow ... and they haven't ... You know," David stammered a bit in shock, not wanting to hurt her feelings right then, which was odd, given how he felt about her at first.

"Sagged, you mean? A little, as you can see, but I've yet to get that far into menopause, David. I hope that my calling you David isn't out of line, given that we're about to fuck, and I do mean 'fuck.' I haven't been laid in forever, and I just need my ashes hauled right now. First, though, let me get on my knees to thank you properly for forgiving me," Trudy knocked back her second shot, straight without chaser, as did David, as she went to her knees and got busy unzipping his pants.

"Let me guess ... you haven't given head in a good while and you missed that, too," David smiled at her.

"Got it in one try," Trudy confirmed, divesting David of his pants and boxers, making him as bottomless as she was topless before she started kissing, licking, and sucking his cock.

Getting David pretty hard wasn't too, well, hard, not with that approach, and having her breasts there to invite him to cum all over those sweet orbs was a bit more inviting than Alycen had been for some time before he caught her cheating. He was a bit hard up for sex lately, anyway, so he had to fight the urge to cum faster, as he really wanted his load to mark the former judge on her bosom, and frankly, she could sense that. She backed off more than once, even though it teased and edged David, mostly to give him a chance to do what he pleased. Finally, however, there was no holding back and she let him out with a pop, squeezing him with her hands to catch his load on her cleavage.

"Oh, fuck, I actually did that! Alycen never looked that, but I always wanted to try it on her boobs. Thanks, that's a first for me," David told Trudy, who now removed his shirt slowly, followed by his undershirt and her skirt with panties, suddenly in her stockings, garters, and heels.

"A thong? You WERE hoping to get laid soon!" David reacted with amused surprise, and then added, "that makes sense, given your recent dry spell."

"Nothing dry about me between my thighs right now, sport. I was very uncomfortable in this, but I figured that with my career over, I should try to get laid. You just got to be the lucky first guy to break my unlucky streak," Trudy confessed as she touched herself down there and brought her hands up to David's face, licking her own fingers clean.

"Wow ... just wow! Hey, my ex-wife was doling it out rather sparingly for a bit there, well, until she realized that she'd have to try to fool me into thinking that I was the proud papa. Then, she suddenly turned up the heat, and for a little while afterward, no doubt trying to bribe me to stay with her. It wasn't until she realized that it was hopeless that she got really vicious," David confessed as he took his turn to kneel, parting her thighs to get a taste of her sweet honey.

For the second time that day, David made Trudy dizzy, as she felt the pleasure centers really awaken in her head, the rush of ecstasy, the thrill of a man's tongue and the tickle of his stubble on her twat. Her juices, already flowing, began pouring in a hurry, the flow turning into a waterfall as she creamed herself on his face. His deliberate teasing didn't hurt, nor did his occasional, playful bites of her pussy lips, inflaming her lust as the younger man serviced her with his mouth. She was ready to moan pretty soon, her skin turned pinker, and she felt an absolute shudder go through her like a water moccasin through a stream, darting all over her flesh.

"Oh ... fuck ... meeee!" Trudy began pleading, as her eyes rolled back in her head from the long denied bliss of being eaten out by a man...

Dwight only did this rarely and grudgingly, so she hadn't been tasted like this since she was with her ex-boyfriend before him, decades past. He was one Pedro Gonzalez, the forbidden love that she had to cover up and fast by getting an abortion and marrying the first available choice, Dwight Randall. Pedro had been Mexican, married, and Catholic, of course, not to mention a farmer who had his own farm, true, but was socially far from acceptable in her Southern WASP family's circle. This was Texas, after all, and the only thing worse than a Mexican boyfriend would have been a black one in her parents' eyes. David was the first man since Pedro to even take this business of eating a woman out seriously ... damn it, Alycen gave THIS up? What was she smoking?

Pretty soon, of course, Trudy was well past the point of no return, and she found herself on all fours, offering David easy access to her cunt, taking him in deep and grateful that his cum had already dried on her tits, so that it wouldn't leak onto the hardwood floor. She welcomed his dick inside her pussy like a long lost friend, so thrilled to be fucked again after those wasteful years of not being plowed or enjoyed at all sexually. Celibacy sucked ass in a very bad way, and yet she was the author of her own nun-like existence. It had been too easy to grow bitter and focus entirely on her career of wreaking havoc with men's lives, using the law as a weapon of revenge against all mankind. In the process, she forgot that men weren't the enemy ... abusers like Dwight were.

True, getting fucked like this, on the bare floor, was a bit rougher on her knees than Trudy recalled, but then she was a fifty year old woman now, with arthritis, hypertension, and perimenopause, not to mention a higher risk of osteoporosis. She had started taking estrogen to replace declining levels, despite the risks, and she regularly took women's multi-vitamins to help maintain her stance against the march of time. In any case, she found to her shock that she liked the roughness and discomfort a bit, even a little pain with her sex. She had been out of the sexual game for a time, but she had heard of masochism ... she just never thought of herself as a pain slut before. Now, of course, she knew that she was one ... and she wanted to be David's pain slut if he kept this wonderful pace of fucking her so intensely going.

"So, I can see that you definitely started without me," Sasha's voice called out behind them, having followed them to Trudy's home in spite of her previous determination not to do so, "Sorry, I got fired, so I might as well come here."

"That's ... so wrong!" Trudy grunted, trying to speak in spite of David's long strokes inside her snatch, filling her so well, even as he smacked her booty.

"Yes, well, that's a problem for another day. For now, I just want to get some ass," Sasha said, following instinct as she removed her slacks and offered her sweet pussy for Trudy to taste.

Trudy had never been intimate with another woman, but something about the scent of that luscious twat was too much to resist, the juicy, coppery bush inviting her to probe with her tongue. Sasha Rothstein's pretty, twentysomething slit, was very wet, drenched even, and sweet as she could have hoped, because, of course, Trudy had the occasional Sapphic fantasy, too. Licking the offered pussy was an excellent way to focus on something and direct her lusts while being taken so hard by this thirtyish fellow with his fantastically thick cock. Trudy wondered what a bald cunt would taste like, to be sure, but for now, she rather enjoyed the fine bush that trapped all that sweaty, juicy wetness, the dense, humid forest between Sasha's yummy thighs.

"You like?" Sasha moaned as Trudy ate her out and David kept hammering at her from behind.

"God, yes! I could get used to this!" Trudy declared as the next wave of pleasure hit her, making her cream herself all over again, not far ahead of Sasha and her turn.

For Sasha, Trudy's tongue was the perfect start to the fun, though she still craved David's cock inside her, and she knew that she was going to have it. She was not going home a virgin this time, not this Sunday. No, no, Sasha was David's woman, though she was happy to share the title with Trudy if the older lady didn't mind. They could have a real triad going, a menage a trois if the former judge was fine with it, as far as Sasha was concerned. To be David's girl, to taste that wonderful pleasure, was going to be great, but to be part of a polyamorous relationship would be even better. Something about all of this, a triad of three wounded, rejected people, just sounded like perfect, sweet revenge on the world for Sasha.

For David, well, what could one say? Being inside Trudy's glorious cunt was great, and every stroke, every thrust, every push back with her hips reinforced that this woman had erupted like a dormant volcano, her juices as molten as lava on his dick. She was certainly hot enough between her legs, and boy, was she flowing! Now that sweet Sasha was with them, even better. He liked Trudy well enough, and he certainly hoped to keep up the affair for both of their sakes, but Sasha, well, Sasha was the cherry on top, in more ways than one. He was going to make that cuddly girl his and they both knew it.

Watching the two ladies go at it, not a sign of jealousy marring the fun, it was just too much, especially once they both came. The strong aroma of women's arousal, doubled now, heightened things for David, and though he had better control now that he came once already, this was too much. He exploded inside Trudy, unaware that she was very fertile right then, well for her age. His relative youth would actually counter her own aging to make for a very healthy baby on the way. Little did David know, but he was about to become a father thrice over, not just once or even twice. All that he knew was that both women's juices tasted like honey on his tongue as he made out with them and Sasha finished getting naked.

"Supper? We need to plan your wrongful termination suit and our future, anyway, Sasha, baby. Supper's the best way to make it go down. We got whiskey, too, to wash it down and burn away the pain," Trudy offered.

"That doesn't sound so bad. What's for supper?" Sasha agreed as she kissed the former judge, too.

"As long as it's even half as delicious as you girls, it will please me. I'm hungry as hell. I always get that way after sex, especially after intense fucking like this," David confessed, feeling a little embarrassed at how famished he got after any sexual congress of any real length.

"Well, you certainly burned enough calories, as did I. More whiskey, too? Or perhaps some beer or wine to chase it down," Trudy suggested.

"Wine sounds really nice right now. A decent dry red for starters," Sasha reacted to that.

"Well, then, it's a good thing that I've had the crockpot going all day long. Pot roast anyone?" Trudy showed them the roast beef, potatoes, and vegetables in the cooker.

"Great sex AND pot roast? Where have you been all my life?" David grinned and winked at her.

"I'd ask you the same thing, but I gather that you hadn't been born yet for much of it. Same for you, girlie," Trudy winked back at David and then at Sasha.

"Yeah, well, I echo his sentiments and I hope that we more than make up for our lengthy absence from each other's lives by eating like pigs and then fucking like goats," Sasha quipped as she poured the Shiraz for the three of them.

"Now, that's what I call a chaser!" David laughed.

"I'll drink to that!" Sasha agreed with a smile, "especially being Jewish. Red wine is part of my birthright. And ours is a faith and community where the women insist on more sex as a spousal right, if that tells you anything."

"I'd say that bodes well for my future," David smiled.

"You got that right, mister! I've still got a cherry to pop," Sasha reminded him.

"I got none of those, but I do have ... some experience and a lot of pent-up lust. And loads of cooking skills, living alone for so long! What? You didn't think that I existed solely on microwave TV dinners and takeout, did you?" Trudy giggled like a schoolgirl, something rather oddly pleasing about the fifty year old ex-judge.

"Touche, sweet lady. Touche," David got the last word, until supper was plated, at least.

Chapter 3

"Wow, that was quite the supper, Trudy, I must confess! And you say that I can bring some home to Dad? That would be very lovely if possible. I imagine that by now, he's rather worried about his future now that I have no job, if he's heard about it, which he might have by this point," Sasha reacted to the wonderful pot roast and dry red wine that she enjoyed.

"Well, don't worry about him. I intend to cooperate with the man who dismissed me in re-opening several of these cases, from David's to your father's. Some might still have merit, but the ones which do not, well, we can see about getting them reversed. Even if I didn't, they probably would be, but I imagine that my participation will help as well. He's Deputy Commissar William Hepburn, from the Sub-Commissariat for Reorganization of Law Courts, or something like that. I imagine that with my help, he will go much further in vacating things. Who knows, maybe with the right attitude, I'll get my old job back," Trudy's eyes flashed in a conspiratorial fashion.

"Here's hoping that you stick it to Dwight, then, since he's the one who made you loathe all mankind. He sounds like an abomination on three legs, if you ask me," David chuckled, even as Sasha now surprised him by popping onto his lap and simply taking his cock inside her wet, juicy snatch.

"Woah, but ... you're a virgin!" David reacted with shock ... and excitement at taking this ginger babe's cherry like that.

"Not anymore, and I never claimed to still have a hymen, did I?" Sasha winked as she began making out with her new lover and riding his cock.

"So much for foreplay, I see," Trudy joked, winking at both of them.

"Oh, honey, this guy had me wet from the time that he put that 7 Up in your hand. Just something about him, the mixture of strength and kindness, a good man capable of standing up for himself, but also full of empathy for others ... That's my idea of, pardon the use of a Yiddish word here, menschkeit. Manhood. Strength and firmness, matched by mercy and compassion. That's what a father should be, a lover should be, a husband or boyfriend should be. That's what David is and that's why we're both falling with him, aren't we?" Sasha declared as she took David deeper in her very eager twat.

They fucked for several more minutes, now in silence, while Trudy watched with growing fascination. She had to admit, the two of them looked very right together, they fit like a glove, but something was missing. She just wasn't sure what it might be, not yet, anyway, other than herself ... but that wasn't the whole picture. There was something else missing, and she just had to figure it out. She was sure that she would, and yet there was considerable apprehension as to the chances that it would happen in time to do any of them any good.

In any case, Trudy found herself more aroused by the minute and she had a crazy idea, "Hey, guys, what's your father's phone number? I want to invite him over, try to help ... soothe his loneliness. He might be a little shocked when he sees you two together, but I think that I can ... how shall I put it, make it up to him ... and atone for what I did to him, too. I owe him that much, anyway."

Sasha licked her lips at that idea and mouthed the number, right before one of the climaxes took over her body and she started moaning feverishly. One thing was sure: she was too far gone to mind that her father might catch her in the act of fornicating with a newly divorced man. Sasha Rothstein was on another plane of existence, far too enraptured by the knowledge that she was with the man of her dreams to give a shit about anything but that. He could have a dozen wives sitting around and glaring at her, or even a dozen exes, and she would still think of nothing but her coupling with David. She was that caught up in the moment, in the intimacy that she shared with her lover.

For David, well, it was another experience entirely, too. He enjoyed what Trudy and he did, to be sure, but to have a woman so absolutely transfixed, so completely enthralled to him, none of his lovers, past or present, had ever been quite like that. It was heady wine, far more than the dry red, and he felt as if he were the center of the universe for a moment, because he was absolutely the center of Sasha's. After such a toxic, unhappy marriage to a very selfish woman like Alycen, it was truly thrilling and liberating to be with someone who genuinely loved one for oneself and did not seek to manipulate one for a change.

On a more visceral, animal plane, however, David also enjoyed the tight, sweet, juicy, slick pussy that engulfed him, the heat of Sasha's body and her passionate embrace as she clung to him and took him as deep as she could. He relished the soft, smooth skin, the pampered, plump, pillowy flesh of her bosom, belly, and bottom, and the curvy, voluptuous hips that accentuated the femininity of his cuddly new lady. There wasn't a part of Sasha that wasn't sensual and sexy to David, not that he could see, and so this fine young woman who was now his lover could bring him well past the point of no return.

The climax that followed was not only mutual, but truly fascinating, and Trudy did her best not to focus on that when she called Sasha's father. She didn't want to forget what she meant to say, and she definitely didn't want to call attention to what was happening to Sasha just yet. Ira Rothstein was not the sort of man that you gave more bad news on top of what he already suffered. He had been through enough by now. The man probably only held himself together for Sasha, so anything jolting about her just yet might be too much, at least until Trudy had given him a reason for joy.

"Hello, this is Ira Rothstein. How might I help you? Who is this?" a guarded, drunken, very skeptical voice answered, "and do you know where my daughter is?"

"Oh, actually, I do. Sorry, she got fired and had to get some ... solace due to the firing. Not to worry, though. I will fix the mess that I made. I'm Trudy Randall, the trial judge from your divorce case. I've decided to make amends to all that have suffered at my hands, and that includes to you. You see, I got the sack myself today, courtesy of the new regime, but I've opted to work with them and try to get justice for those who I have wronged. I learned today just how wrong I was by assuming that the woman was always right. I have a lot of atonement to do, I suppose, don't I?" Trudy explained, much to Ira's absolute shock, even in his inebriated state.

"Your idea of making amends is to kidnap my daughter? How dare you! I'll have you arrested for this! Just you wait!" Ira immediately went off, admittedly slurring his words as he was a bit hammered, sure that Trudy had abducted Sasha now, "what are you, some kind of lesbian pimp?"

"No, no, no, Sasha's perfectly fine now, and my idea of making amends is something very different than that. It's ... something that you'll understand better once you arrive. Sasha's really happier than she's been in ages, I wager, and you can thank her boyfriend for that," Trudy forgot herself and told a bit too much, but then she wanted to reassure Ira, and this seemed to be proof that Sasha wasn't a captive.

Right then, of course, Sasha slid off David with a kiss, grabbed the phone from Trudy's hand with a mouthed apology to the former judge, and told her father, "Sorry, Daddy. Didn't mean to worry you. I just ... I just met Mr. Right, Daddy! Oh, and I got fired, but David and Trudy will make it all better, I promise you!"