From: redragon@interserv.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: THE TESTA ROSSA
Date: 14 Oct 1995 14:19:34 GMT
Organization: InterServ News Service
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TESTA ROSSA
The growl of the engine rumbled through the clear crisp
Carolina morning as they reeled down the mountainside. Julia was
driving the sportscar with assurance, making clean racing changes
as she negotiated the curving mountain road, seldom touching the
brake pedal. She loved this kind of driving, fast and dangerous
and masculine. The Ferrari was a dream-come-true, the fruit of
her labors in the world of best-selling literature, and this trip
was a welcome respite from the wearying round of parties and
publicity tours surrounding the publication of her latest book.
Steven sat beside her in the low-slung leather seat, his right
hand gripping the arm-rest, white knuckled. His prematurely white
hair, thick and full, whipped about his face in the breeze. He
turned to her and smiled, enjoying the sight of her, as always.
His fear of the high rate of speed was tempered with the knowledge
that she was an excellent driver, so he attempted to relax and
enjoy the view. He drank in the sight of her, so strong and
feminine and sexy. He'd been her lover only a short while, but
already he was falling in love with her, something she had ordered
him not to do.
He sighed as he remembered last night in the romantic
mountain-top lodge. Their love-making had been frenzied, with an
almost frightening intensity. He wondered now if perhaps this was
the beginning of the end for them, that she was beginning to say
good-bye to him.
Julia reached up to adjust her black sunglasses and push a
strand of honey-blond hair from her face. She should have worn a
scarf, of course, to keep her shoulder-length tresses out of the
way as she drove, but she loved the sensation of the wind whipping
her hair about. Now she pushed in the clutch and moved the gear-
shift lever into fifth as the road straightened out ahead.
Effortlessly she pushed the car faster and faster, until the
speedometer registered 85 mph. At this speed the Ferrari was just
humming along, barely reigned in. She longed to let it go, let the
engine really run as fast as it could, up to its limit. But this
was only a two-lane black-top highway, with rare stretches of
straight-away. She would have to wait a while longer to see how
fast she could go.
The first faint wail of the siren reached her ears
intermittently, batted away by the rushing wind. She checked the
rear-view mirror to make sure of what she'd heard, and yes, there
it was, a North Carolina Highway Patrol car, red and blue lights
flashing, pulling up closer and closer behind them. Cursing under
her breath, she looked for a place to pull off the road. She eased
the car to a stop under a stand of towering pines, the gravel
crunching under the wheels. "Hand me the registration stuff. Look
in the glove compartment, under the maps. Shit. I just knew today
was going too well!" she groused to Steven. He sighed and poked
around in the glovebox, finding a packet of official papers and
handing them to her.
The patrol car had pulled up right behind the Ferrari, siren
silent now, lights still flashing. Julia watched in her side
mirror as the door opened and the patrolman got out. She shivered
as she watched him walk toward her, taking in his crisply ironed
dark green uniform and Smokey-the-Bear hat, gold braid worked
around the crown. He was tall and well-built, with an athlete's
rather than a weight-lifter's musculature. He carried a ticket pad
in one hand and lightly rested the other on his holstered gun
handle.
"Let me see your driver's license and registration, please,
ma'am," he drawled, the soft Southern inflection belied by his grim
demeanor. His blue eyes held hers in a calm stare, and his hat
brim kept them in shadow. He glanced over at Steven, who sat
primly with his hands visible, careful not to make any sudden
movements. Paula handed the documents over silently, having
decided not to argue with this rather scary man. He looked the
papers over briefly, then said "Stay in the car, please." He
stalked back to his patrol car and got in, reaching for his radio
mike. She knew her record was clean, that he would find nothing
suspicious from the databank. She looked over at Steven and
smiled, patting his hand reassuringly.
"This will only take a minute; how much can it cost me, after
all? Fifty bucks, maybe? We'll be on our way in no time, baby."
Steven grinned and started to relax again, already thinking about
the night to come, when they had planned a brief stop in Chapel
Hill. She would show him her college haunts, they would eat in a
charming rathskellar she had frequented as a student, and then they
would repair to an old inn and make passionate love until the wee
hours. This was just an unpleasant interruption in an otherwise
perfect day.
After an interminable wait, Julia saw the cop coming back
toward her. He handed back her papers and leaned slightly
forward. "Ma'am, did you know the speed limit here is 55 miles per
hour? I clocked you doing 87. "
"Oh, I know, officer, I'm truly sorry. I just got this car,
you see, and it's very hard to make it go any slower!" She smiled
up at him, resisting the urge to bat her eyelashes. Almost
unconsciously, though, she had hitched her already-short shirt a
bit higher on her tanned thighs. She could tell that he had
noticed; his lips remained in a firm, humorless line, but she could
see his icy blue eyes flicker as he took in her appearance. Steven
was casually looking out the passenger window, drumming his long
fingers on the car door.
"I think you'd better get out of the car, ma'am." His voice
was hard and cold. She gasped in astonishment. What on earth???
"But officer, what have I done? I was speeding, I know that!
But that's all!"
Just get out of the car!" He was angry now, but controlled.
He stepped back, thumbs hooked in his Sam Browne belt, waiting.
"Oh, Steven, what's going on here?" she whimpered.
"I don't know, babe, but just do what he says. Let's get this
over with, whatever it is."
Julia slowly opened the door and swung her long legs out of
the car, trying to tug her skirt down as she did so. Too late,
more thigh was revealed as she brought her legs together and stood
up.
Unbelievably, the cop grabbed her upper arm and swung her
around facing the car, pushing her roughly down against the low-
slung hood.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" she yelled, outraged.
Steven was out of the car now, rushing around the front of the
car.
"Back off, sir. Stay right where you are!" The cop had his
gun out and held down at his side, but the threat was unmistakable.
Steven did stop, frozen to the spot. "Hey, cool it, man. I
don't want any trouble. Just seems like you're over-reacting here,
that's all."
Julia's face was pressed against the hot metal of the hood;
she felt she was in some bad dream, not knowing how she had come
to this place. She felt completely vulnerable, exposed to the view
of anyone who might pass by. In fact, no other cars had come by
since they had been pulled over. This lonely country road seemed
to exist in some separate plane of reality.
"I'm going to search you for weapons, Miss." He held her
shoulder down with one hand, kicked her feet farther apart, and
began running his other hand up her legs, first one, then the
other. His touch on her stockinged leg sent shivers of pleasure
and fear up her spine, and when his fingers moved up under her
skirt, she almost fainted. He found her secret, soft place, the
place where her silk thong bisected her buttocks. He ran his
fingers under the thin piece of fabric, following up between her
legs where it widened a bit over her tender vulva.
"Wh--what are you doing?? Steven, help me, he's feeling me!"
Steven was turning purple with rage by this time, helpless to
stop the violation of his lover. He bounced from one foot to the
other, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Goddamn it, honey, I can't do anything!"
The cop continued his exploration of her private places,
inserting first one, then two fingers inside her pussy. She moaned
in spite of herself as he thrust harder and farther up inside.
A thought foggily came to her: both his hands seemed occupied, so
his gun must be back in its holster. She could break away now and
run for it, but could she get far before he shot them both? She
twisted her neck to look over at Steven. His pained expression was
giving way to a lazy sexual stare, and she could see his arousal
through his tight jeans. He was enjoying this! She felt
completely humiliated now, being finger-fucked by a stranger while
her lover watched and enjoyed the sight.
The cop was leaning against her now, his weight pressing her
hard against the unyielding metal of the car. She could feel his
erection against her thigh as he continued to roughly poke up
inside her with his fingers, his voice relaxing as he realized
Steven posed no threat anymore. "Yeah, baby, I love your tight New
York pussy! Yeah, I'm gonna show you how we do it down here in
Dixie!"
He jerked her upright now and pulled her by the arm around
to the other side of the car, away from the road. He glanced
around briefly and then pulled her with him into the woods, behind
some tall bushes.
"Strip, doll-baby. Take everything off." He let go of her
and stood insolently, hip cocked, hand on his gun. Steven walked
up and stood beside him, his face a study in fear, lust and shame.
Julia stood there before the two men, shaking. A strange,
unknown desire flared in her, and she began to writhe a bit as she
pulled her silk blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, staring
first at Steven, then over at the cop. They both stood rigidly,
almost at attention, the cop's hand still on his holstered gun.
She drew the blouse off over her head, not bothering with the
buttons. Tossing it away into the brush, she felt the cool air
ruffle the tiny hairs on her arms, giving rise to goose-flesh along
her torso.
"Now the skirt, baby. Take it off, too. Let's see what you
got," the patrolman said, looking over at Steven with a wicked
grin. "You had any of this, man?" Steven nodded, blushing deeply.
"I thought so. Pretty nice stuff, even for Yankee pussy."
They watched as she slithered out of her tight mini-skirt, the
pale green material shimmering in the shady forest light. The
skirt puddled at her feet and she stepped out of it, stumbling a
bit as her high heels sank into the loamy earth. She kicked the
shoes off now, and stood there in her pink demi-cup bra and
matching garter belt and panties. Her stockings were flesh-toned
and came up half-way on her thighs. Her belly was heaving, ripples
of desire and fear running across her skin, her navel shrinking
inward at the touch of the cool morning air. She could feel her
nipples hardening and puckering inside her bra, and she crossed her
arms protectively over her rounded, white breasts.
"I said take everything off. Lose the bra and panties, right
now!" His voice had taken on an ugly tone, and she hurriedly
unhooked her bra and tossed it away, then slipped out of the bikini
panties and stood before them, almost naked. She realized she'd
never felt the open outdoor air against her naked bottom before,
and she found the sensation incredibly arousing. "How can I feel
this way when I'm about to be raped?" she asked herself in
bewilderment.
The cop was unzipping his pants now, keeping his belt and
holster on. He removed his hat, revealing blond hair, cut short
in an almost military style. He walked up to her and touched her
naked breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fore-
fingers. Steven had removed his pants entirely and came over to
stand behind her, running his hands over her soft rounded buttocks.
She groaned as the cop's hands moved down her body to her pubic
mound, finding again her now-wet labia and spreading them,
reinserting two fingers deep within her. His mouth found hers and
he thrust his hot tongue deeply inside, her tongue meeting it and
beginning a dance. She felt something hard and smooth prodding her
belly and broke the kiss, looking down at his thick cock, its head
an angry red, twitching against her flat stomach. "Oh, God!" she
moaned, reeling backward, stumbling again. He caught her around
the waist and lowered her to the ground, following her down,
kneeling between her open legs. Bending over her, he ran his
tongue up her thigh from knee to crotch, lifting the garter strap
with one finger, tonguing her there and causing her to arch her
back with yearning.
Steven knelt beside her head, caressing her breasts, twisting
and then pinching her nipples until she cried out in mingled pain
and desire. Her other tormentor was now spreading her thighs
farther apart, the better to view her rosy cunt-lips and neatly
trimmed pubic thatch. He grunted and knelt lower still, placing
his mouth over her hooded clit, tonguing it out of its hiding
place.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" she moaned and thrashed as he
continued his labial licking and munching, lightly nibbling the
tender pink skin between his lips. Her breasts, flattened out and
spreading apart, were starkly white against her tan, their dark
pink aereolas standing up stiffly under Steven's vigorous manual
and oral ministrations. She drifted away in a carnal fog as it
seemed that many men were using her body now, their lips and
fingers all over her, their hot breath and eager gruntings filling
her senses. She closed her eyes and felt rather than saw the entry
of the cop's rigid cock, thrust roughly up inside her dripping,
slick hole. His strokes and groans and sighs of pleasure melded
in her fevered mind with Steven's delighted exclamations: "Yeah,
fuck her, man! Give it to her hard, she likes that! Yeah, that's
it, that's it, put it in real deep!"
The cop gripped her bottom with both hands and lifted her up,
driving deeper into her, his cockhead thudding against her cervix,
causing her to cry out in pain. He mistook her cries for sounds of
pleasure, for he only slammed into her harder and harder now.
His wracking motions tired him and he slowed down, settling
into a more relaxed in and out movement, pushing his tongue into
her ear, whispering "Ah, this is good, baby, I love fucking you!
You like it, don't you? Yeah, you like it." She was speechless
with pleasure and only groaned in answer.
Steven now touched the cop's shoulder. "Hey, man, don't I get
a turn? Turn her over and let me have her mouth, ok?"
The cop nodded and pulled out of her, his cock gleaming now
with her lubricious juices. He pulled her to her knees and
pressed her forward until she was on her knees and hands. "Go to
it, man. Plenty of room, plenty of room!" He maneuvered around her
until his cock was at her rear, and quickly plunged back into her
now-purplish pussy, holding onto her waist as he pounded into her.
Steven knelt at her head and placed his long prick against her
lips.
"Suck me,Julia. Go on, open your mouth!" She complied
slowly, opening her lips wide to receive his twitching cock. In
it came, filling her mouth with its heat, making her gag as it went
in deeper than she had ever taken it before. He held her head
steady as he pumped, ignoring her strangling sounds and feeble
attempts to pull away. "Ah, just eat me, baby! Jesus, man, she's
good at this!" He looked back at the cop, who was still thrusting
deeply into her from behind.
The sounds of sex filled the forest clearing, her moans and
pathetic gurgling, the slapping of flesh against flesh as the cop's
scrotum buffeted her soft thighs with each stroke. The men
murmured in ecstasy, calling her dirty names as they used her.
Just as Julia thought she could bear not a moment more of
this, she felt the man in her vagina begin to shudder. "Oh Jesus,
I'm cumming!" He clasped her buttocks tightly with his hands as
he ground his dick into her up to the hilt and spasmed over and
over, shooting his blistering jism into her womb. He released her
then and sat back on his heels, his slippery organ falling out of
her sore and chafed pussy. "Man, that was great! You got this ALL
the time? Lucky shit, man." He rolled over onto his back and lay
there, breathing heavily.
Steven now pulled out of her tired mouth and moved behind her.
She tried to move away from him, but he held her fast. "Stay
still, baby. I'm gonna do what I've been wantin' to do for a long
time. Hold still." With that, he dipped his rigid prick into her
cum-filled pussy and stroked in and out twice. "Nice and slimy,
just the way I like it," he said, and then placed the tip against
her tight brown anus.
"No! Please, no! Steven, please!" she squirmed, trying
frantically to crawl away. The cop jumped up and came over to her,
holding her in place. "Go ahead, man. Do it!" he directed. "I'll
make sure she stays put."
His entry into her ass was so painful she screamed and broke
into tears. The cop clapped a hand over her mouth as she continued
to whimper. Steven worked his whole length into her, slowly at
first, then beginning more rapid thrusts, making her breasts and
buttocks jiggle. As he felt the jism/lube diminishing, he reached
under his prick and stuck two fingers inside her to get more,
smearing it on his shaft on the out-strokes. He was about to let
loose his own seed now, the tightness of her ass feeling like
nothing he had ever experienced. He let out a mighty yell as his
semen spewed into her, his heaving against her knocking her flat
to the ground. He lay on her now, face buried in her neck.
"You're such a good fuck, baby. That was incredible."
Beside them, the highway patrolman was putting on his holster,
setting his hat back firmly on his head. He held out his hand to
Steven, helping him to his feet.
"Thanks, man. She was something else. Name's Bob, by the
way. Oh, and you can forget about the ticket. I never stopped
you, right?" He winked at Steven and bent over to pat Julia's
naked, reddened bottom. "Enjoy her man, she's a great piece of
ass!"
They heard his patrol car start up, then pull away and
accelerate down the highway. Steven gathered up Julia's scattered
clothes and helped her stand up. He helped her dress, noting the
wet spot
THE END