Let's Go For a Ride

"Let's go for a ride," I said, to the nude police officer as her husband began preparation for the upload of the sex tape. Doug told me he's a college-educated film editor, which will come in handy for his wife's future cuck videos, and maybe I can use his expertise. I got his number from Jana and told him to expect more videos, and to be my editor from now on.

He mumbled something about cell phone quality, but I don't give a fuck. Jana smiled at me as I reached into her pussy and licked some of the juices that hadn't mixed with my semen. "You're going to love motherhood."

"Thank you, John."

"Now get the fuck dressed," I said as I tossed her pants into her face. "I'll meet you outside."

I tossed on my own pants, forgoing the boxers, and stole one of Poindexter's least nerdy polo shirts. I met Officer DeCarlo outside, who asked me how his partner's fuck went. "Fucking great," I told the seasoned cop, over twice my age. He nodded solemnly. I think he probably wanted to fuck her too.

As I recounted the sordid details, Jana came bounding out of the complex, still buttoning her shirt, but without the protection of a bulletproof vest or even sports bra. She smiled genuinely at me, and I returned the gesture, before turning back to DeCarlo and finishing the story. "And when I finished breaking her ass in, I fucked a baby into her pussy, and Doug's sending the whole thing to Facebook and Pornhub. I'll get you a link."

"Where did you want us to take you, John?" asked Jana, possibly uncomfortable at her older partner seeing her in a sexual light.

"First, I'm above the law, right?"

Jana nodded enthusiastically, but DeCarlo disagreed. "Not really, Mr. Doe. No one's above the law. It's just that most laws aren't enforced when you break them during the course of saving your own life. You're a young man with a high libido still discovering your sexual fetishes and the like. It would be reckless of us to try to reign you in."

I took this all in. "Okay. Let me drive the car." With that, DeCarlo didn't hesitate to give me the keys to his cruiser.

He sat in the back, observing, as Jana, er, Officer Sheridan, instructed me on how the sirens, radio, and loudspeaker work. Pretty soon, I'm going 80 down the residential street in order to get to the tollway. I think I killed a dog or raccoon or something. I didn't stop to look, but Jana and DeCarlo seemed worried.

On the tollway, I pulled over a jeep, going about the speed limit, but clearly showing an attractive mother and daughter. I gave my orders to Jana and DeCarlo and sat back to watch.

DeCarlo took out his gun and aimed it at the driver's side, as Jana aimed her tazer at the passenger. "Get the fuck outta the car, now!" he yelled, per my instructions.

The two women were distraught, having done nothing wrong. "Please, officer, I think there's been a mistake," the mother said, her hands up as she climbs out by Jana.

"Shut the fuck up, ma'am, or I'll drop you right now!" yelled Jana, **** to use a tazer only because I randomly threw her pistol into the woods earlier.

My cock started to get hard as I witnessed DeCarlo grab the daughter by her ear and push her towards her mother at the tollway wall. He kicked the daughter's legs aside, and he began thoroughly frisking her as she sobbed in confusion. Jana continued to frisk the mother, even more thoroughly, winking in my direction.

As the women were being manhandled, I reached into the car. I found their wallets, names Lacey and Everly Greer, and pocketed their cash and credit cards. A good score of a few hundred, not that I ever need the cash, but I might feel charitable later. I also grabbed the keys which were in the ignition.

I looked out from the car to see my two victims, hands on the cement wall, legs spread, as Jana took a pair of scissors and began cutting off clothes. On the other side, cars passing through the tolls were at a near-standstill, taking pictures and gawking.

I walked up to the action. "Why are you doing this?!" asked young Everly, as she attempted to cover her now exposed breasts, before DeCarlo shoved his gun in her face. "Do. Not. Fucking. Move." he stated, with authority. I could see the mother's luscious ass now, an ass you could bounce quarters off, as her last vestments disappeared. Or, rather, were tossed into a pile, some of which had fluttered away due to the wind.

I felt the mother, Lacey's, ass. She didn't snap her neck in my direction, but began to **** up and sob slower. I stepped to the side, and felt Everly's ample bosom. She followed her mother's cue. They knew then that this wasn't a legitimate police investigation, that this was ****, and accepted it in their own way.

So **** it shall be. I nodded to DeCarlo, who put away his gun and lined up behind Lacey, pulling out his cock and somehow, I don't know how, managing to fuck her from behind with that big ass in the way. Everly's ass wasn't as large, but it was still tight and firm, and her cunt was a lovely vice for my own genitalia. Probably not a virgin, I figured, as I fucked freely on the freeway.

Our activities were almost interrupted when another cruiser pulled up, but Jana said something on the radio, and they drove off. Some of the gawking cars had probably called 911 on us, but now the message will go out. I am above the law.

I came into Everly as I grabbed her breasts and kissed her neck. I backed off and she crumpled to the ground, curling up into a ball. She stared blankly into traffic as I buttoned my pants. DeCarlo and Lacey had finished some time before, and she was seated up, but crying into her arms.

Everly wasn't crying anymore. The only fluids were the ones leaking out of her cunt, and the ample sweat from the setting sun and my excursions. "Who are you?" asked Lacey, as she poked her head up, makeup running down her face.

DeCarlo reached for his gun, but I signalled him not to. "I'm John," I said, before reaching for Everly's hand, who blankly stands up. I pulled the girl forcefully to the cruiser, tossed her into the backseat, and slammed the door shut. She stared silently at the ceiling.

I tossed the keys to DeCarlo. "Impound this jeep. It was abandoned," I told him, to a nod, as he got in their jeep and drove off. I bent down to Lacey. "Your house is about ten miles east of here, Mrs. Greer. Have fun getting there." I took off her wedding ring and put it in my pocket next to the others.

I noticed most of the clothes have spread out far and wide, and evening traffic had begun to dissipate. I approached the police car, and got a very receptive deep kiss from Jana, who opened the driver's door for me, and took her place on the passenger's side.

I crashed through the tollbar and floored the accelerator as I wove through light traffic.