Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Testa Rossa (MFM, mdom)
Date: 14 Oct 1995 14:19:34 GMT

			     Testa Rossa

	The growl of the engine rumbled through the clear crisp
Carolina morning as they reeled down the mountainside. Julia was
driving the sports car 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 glove
box, 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 rathskeller
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 areoles
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 jizm 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 jizm/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