Get the stun gun from Dr. McKenzie and see if she's alright.

You climb out of the bathtub and approach Dr. McKenzie as she convulses helplessly. You drop to one knee and reach into her coat pocket for the stunner as she claws at her coat, and tears open her blouse, exposing a lacy black bra and a truly awe-inspiring expanse of cleavage. You note as you recover the stun gun that she seems as if she might be ****. Vaguely recalling from a high school first aid course that putting her head back might help open her airway, you do just that.

It seems to work, as she starts rapidly and wheezily drawing breaths, but as you rest her on your knee you also become all too aware of your own painfully confined erection. As her deep, dark violet eyes remain fixed pleadingly on your own, you realize that your racing heart and heavy breathing are no longer fueled by fear. McKenzie clutches your arm desperately.

"Please..." she whispers, with obviously painful effort.

Your still stinging hand moves to one of those fantastic breasts, seemingly on its own. As you caress it, you feel a nipple so hard it seems like it might tear through the bra on its own.

"Please..." she repeats, her breathing deeper and stronger now. You slip her coat and blouse off her shoulder, and she moves to assist you, kicking off her shoes as you disrobe her.

"YESSSssssss..." She hisses, her hands racing with yours to unfasten her noticeably moist-crotched slacks. She peels off her drenched black bikini panties as fast as you can get the slacks off her deliciously long, perfectly sculpted legs ahead of them. She throws her legs wide as soon as they're freed. When your gaze meets hers again, her eyes are still teary, but seem to burn ferociously.

"fffffFFFFFUCK Meeeeeeee!" her ripe lips moan, as you rush to get your own pants off. "sssssstick that big COCK in me! RAM it in my pussyyyyyy" she snarls as your tool comes into view, raising her legs and angling her hips in welcome. You tingle as your hands grasp her silky thighs, and lunge with a growl, plunging to the hilt into her steaming hot, dripping pussy.

McKenzie throws back her head in a silent scream as you plunge home, wrapping her legs around you and trembling as if she's already climaxing. She holds you there for what seems like minutes as you grind and try to screw ever deeper into her. You pull her bra up over her massive tits and bury your face in the heavenly space between them, warm and creamy-skinned, and shockingly, seemingly natural.

When her trembling subsides, she releases the grasp of her legs a bit. She pulls her bra off over her head and pulls the clips from her hair, letting it cascade in dark chestnut waves across the floor as you resume thrusting into her exquisitely tight cooze. If she did orgasm from your first penetration, it seems not to have slowed her down in the slightest. She fucks back against your deepest strokes and filthily mutters demands for still harder. Her hands explore your body and her tits bounce and roll joyously as you pound her. At last you feel your own climax build and on your terminal thrust draw her into a deep, passionate, dizzying kiss as your load pumps into her.

But when you come up for air, she remains unsated. You feel her muscles tighten around your still hard cock, and she throws a long leg around you to flip you on your back. In a swirl of her waist-length hair she's on top, riding you, wild-eyed. Her hands clutch at your chest and tease your nipples as she rides. You reach up to tweak her nipples and play with her magnificent mams when she isn't leaning forward to let you lick and suck them. She seems to cum at least once in this position, but doesn't noticably diminish her pace, so you wrestle your way back on top, to her apparent delight, to pound your way to orgasm again.

Over the course of the night you fuck your way back into the living room, and across every major item of furniture. When your cock eventually becomes so senstitive (though still erect), that you pull out and try to rest, she shows a gentler side, kissing and licking her way around your body, or teasingly playing with her own, until your arousal overcomes your pain and you fall into sweaty, hair-pulling, animal fucking again.

The dawn comes, and the sun climbs higher. The phone rings, but you're far too busy to answer. By midday your pace may have begun to slacken, but you're too groggy and dizzy to be sure, kept going by lust alone. As the sun begins to set, you begin to come to your senses. You find yourself sprawled on your sofabed, McKenzie's arms and hair wrapped around you, both of you coated in drying sweat and cum. She's apparently asleep, breathing shallowly.

"Now what?" you think. "If I call the police now, what the hell do I say? 'This woman tried to kill me, so then we fucked for 18 hours, and then I finally got around to calling you?"' And what about Dr. McKenzie? Sure the AXE seemed to help you establish friendly relationships with Loni, Linda, and Tami, but none of them had shot at you, much less killed a previous lover.