Melvin didn't want to do this job. His partner, and best friend, Officer Sam
Erman, had been shot and was in emergency surgery. Officer Melvin Sands and Sam
had been best friends in high school, had attended the police academy together,
and had worked the streets as partners for five years. Now, with Sam in the
hospital it became Melvin's job to break the news to Sam's wife, Jenette. Melvin
pulled the squad car into the Erman's darkened driveway. It was just after
midnight and the house was dark. Damn, Melvin thought, I wish this could wait
until morning, maybe wait until after I've downed a few bourbon-and-sodas. He
checked off the air and turned off his portable radio. He knocked softly on the
Erman's door, hoping that Jenette didn't answer. After a minute he saw light
from inside the living room window, then the door opened a crack. "Why, Mel!
What are you doing here?" Jenette asked sleepily, absently brushing a long
strand of blond hair from her face. "Jen, I have to talk with you. May I come
in?" "Uh, sure. I guess," she said, slowly opening the door. Melvin noted that
she was wearing a sheer silk bathrobe that she demurely held closed with one
hand. Her firm, large breasts jutted out from her thin chest like twin torpedoes
and her erect nipples caused a stirring in Melvin's shorts. He tried to avert
his eyes, tried to forget how attracted he had always been to Jenette and how he
had stood by Sam's side at their wedding as the best man while all the time
wishing it were he that would be spending the wedding night with the cute little
blond. "Is something...wrong?" Her voice shocked Melvin out of his reverie.
"It's Sam. He's been...shot," he said gravely. Jenette's full lower lip began to
quiver, her eyes wide in surprise and shock. She hung her head, her narrow
shoulders twitching. Her palm went to her chest, helping to define her tits
through the gossamer material of her robe. Melvin sat on a bar stool, letting
his words sink in. He spread his feet and stared at the floor between them. "Is
it...bad?" she managed between gentle sobs. "I really don't know. It looked like
a chest shot. He's in surgery now. I can take you to the hospital when you are
ready," he said soberly. "Oh, Mel!" Jenette flung her arms around Melvin's neck
and cried openly into his strong shoulder. His arms automatically encircled his
friend's wife. Her beltless robe now hung open and he could feel her breasts
pressed tightly against his uniform shirt. His hips were wedged between his
muscular thighs and he sobs caused her pelvis to rub against his crotch. His
cock began to unwind in his shorts and he feared that Jenette would feel his
arousal. He patted the back of her head and said, "There, there, Jen. I'm sure
everything will be alright." Her perfume was intoxicating Melvin. He kissed her
gently, fatherly, on the side of her head. His hand on her narrow waist began to
slip slowly down the swell of her ass. "I feel so guilty now," Jenette sobbed.
"Guilty? Why?" Melvin asked with genuine concern. "Sam wanted to have a baby. I
said the time wasn't right. Now, he may die without every having a son. It was
so important to him." Melvin's hand slowly rubbed up and down on one cheek of
her firm ass. He couldn't feel any pantie lines and he imagined her bush must be
rubbing against his throbbing crotch. He looked to his right and saw their
reflection in the glass door of the oven. He could see a bare tit pressed
tightly to his chest and her flat belly jerking with her sobs. "Well, you'll
have plenty of time, I guess, later, for children..." he offered weakly. "No. I
just know it. Sam's going to die. Cops always die. I'll be sitting there at his
funeral all alone." "I'll be there with you, Jen," he murmured. "Oh, Mel. You
have always been such a good friend!" She drew off his shoulder, her eyes
already red and swollen, and kissed him on the cheek. Now that she had pulled
away from his chest slightly Melvin's eyes went to her chest. He could see where
his buttons had made little impressions on her milky-white bosom. He marveled at
how pink and puffy her areolas were. Suddenly aware of her exposure Jenette
pulled her robe over her heaving boobs and blushed deeply. "I'm sorry!" she
offered. "It's okay, Jen." She became aware of Melvin's obvious state of
arousal. She pulled her belly into his crotch and for the first time felt his
burgeoning hard on. She meant to pull away in shame and anger, but his hard cock
felt somehow friendly, reassuring. She pressed into it with more force and was
shocked at this obvious act of betrayal of her body over her mind. Her labia had
developed a nervous twitch and she could feel herself getting damp. She let her
palms rest on his wide thighs and leaned forward, her heavy breasts exposed and
swinging from side to side slightly. She kissed Melvin deeply, hungrily on the
lips. Melvin's hands slipped inside her robe and cupped her shapely ass with
both hands. He kneaded her cheeks and let the tips of his little fingers play
over her anus. Jenette cooed and bit his lower lip hard. "I should be getting
ready to go to the hospital", she said as she humped her belly against his
swollen, throbbing cock. "Yes," Melvin whispered as he nibbled her neck and ear.
"I suppose Sam will be in surgery for some time," Jenette murmured, letting the
heel of her hand massage Melvin's bulge. "I imagine he will be," Melvin said,
gathering her robe in his fists at her ass and pulling it off her shoulders. As
she unbuckled his Sam Browne belt and let it fall to the kitchen floor with a
dull thud she said, "I don't know what I'll do if he dies. He's my whole life!"
"And my best friend," Melvin added, tossing her robe to one side. Jenette
dragged her hard nipples down Melvin's chest until she was face level with his
crotch. She saw the dark stain of his spooge on the front of his Navy blue
trousers. Melvin oozed just like Sam did, she thought. Locking Melvin's eyes
with her own, she slowly undid his trousers and zipped them down. His jockey
shorts were tented obscenely. Jenette smiled wickedly and tugged them down. His
hard, straight cock shot out almost hitting the lithe woman in the face. She
jerked with her surprise. Melvin sure has a whopper, she thought. Much bigger
than Sam. She tested it with her finger tips and found it hard and hot. It rose
some eight inches from a thick jungle of brown pubic hairs. Below it hung two
egg-sized balls that churned and writhed in their tight sac. "I may never get to
do this to Sam again," she said, running the tip of her tongue along the
underside of his pulsating member. "...Or this...," she said, tracing a small
circle around the purple head. "...Or this..," plopping the oversized head into
her hot, wet mouth. Jenette worked her head from side-to-side and in a corkscrew
fashion on Melvin's organ. His head swirled. She had always seemed so proper, so
innocent. She was sucking his cock like a porn star. He couldn't believe what
was happening. All the times he had jacked off alone in his apartment thinking
of his best friend's wife and now here she was, expertly sucking him off.
Finally, no longer able to hold back his approaching orgasm, Melvin pulled her
head off his jerking penis. He tried to stifle the impulse to jet out the
contents of his swollen balls into her sweet mouth. He gritted his teeth and
clench his eyes, concentrating on stopping his orgasm. His balls rebelled,
punishing him for not letting them jettison the lava that boiled in them. He was
successful, the urge to cum passed, but not before one mighty jet escaped his
swaying cock. Melvin relaxed and opened his eyes. His shot had caught Jenette
full on the forehead and now meandered down her face to her chin. It bridged her
parted lips and she smiled up at the sweaty officer. The tip of her tongue
traced a line around her lips, gathering the thick white caviar. "Can you drive
me?" Jenette asked innocently. "Uh? Now? Sure, I guess," Melvin said, his
disappointment evident in this voice. But when Jenette turned around and leaned
on the Erman's dinning room table with her elbows and said, "Ok, then DRIVE ME,"
he relaxed. She arched her back so that her mons was presented to her husband's
partner. Melvin was surprised at how hairy her cunt was. It wasn't one of those
sloppy hairy cunts, but it had a well-defined thick bush of almost-white cunt
hair. The pink envelope of her pussy lips showed through the mat. Looking over
her shoulder at Melvin she wiggled her butt from side to side and smiled like a
mischievous child. His trousers crumpled around his ankles, Melvin hopped up
behind Jenette and held her butt still. He guided his spit-slickened tube toward
her gash. Jenette reached between her legs and spread her swollen pussy lips for
him and helped his aim. She was agonizingly tight. She moaned loudly and tilted
her head heavenward as his cock sank into her warmth. I hate to be getting into
Sam's stuff," Melvin said without conviction, his balls pressing against her
cunt edges. "You passed Sam's stuff three inches ago, Mel," Jenette hissed.
Locking his wide hands around her narrow waist Melvin began some long, leisurely
strokes. He wanted to give her time to adjust to his girth. Jenette raised on
her toes to better the angle on her vagina. Then she saw the framed photo of her
and Sam on their wedding day on the table inches from her nose. She picked up
the photo and with tears streaming down her cheeks said, "Oh, Sam! Why did this
have to happen now?!" Then she laid the picture face down on the table. Jenette
had never felt so stuffed with cock before. This was what her pussy was designed
for, to be hammered by some horse-hung stud. The thick, course hairs of his hard
balls tickled her clitty with each stroke. The huge, blood-filled rod pistoned
in and out of her quim with such regularity that her climax was fast
approaching. The force of his thrusts pushed the hoydenish blond off the flood
and onto her belly on the table. The place settings shattered to the floor
unnoticed. Melvin had to follow Janette onto the table, his knees on either side
of her legs, and he continued to hammer her as if trying to drive her into the
table top. Janette kept her rear turned upward to better take his strokes and
she gathered the table clothe in her mouth to muffle her screams of ecstasy.
"Oh, Shit! I'm cumming, Sam! I'm cumming!!!" she wailed, spittle flying from her
gritted teeth. "I'm cumming too, Sam!" Melvin grunted, as his massive cock spit
jet after jet of sizzling white- hot baby batter deep into the writhing girl's
belly. Janette's own climax exploded in her cunt and radiated out to every
molecule of her being. She stammered and panted, her eyes clamped shut, trying
to catch her breath. At last, Melvin's stiff body relaxed and he collapsed in a
heavy, spent heap on Janette's back. She reached behind her and gently racked
her long nails on the sides of his hairy ass. She could feel his organ slowly
deflating, shrinking in her abused vagina. She tried to clamp down on it to
prevent it from leaving her body, but it finally plopped free and drooled on her
anus. "I think we'd better go and see about your husband," Melvin said after
resting upon Janette for almost ten minutes. "Who? Oh, yeah. Poor Sam!" Janette
said with a sniffle. She rose from the table and ran her hand down her belly,
feeling the warmth deep within. "You know," she said, "I think maybe Sam DID get
me pregnant before he was shot. I feel life inside me." Melvin rolled his eyes
upward and gave silent thanks that, at least generally, he looked like Sam.
Maybe the child could pass as Sam's. Janette dressed quickly, not wasting time
showering, and joined Melvin in the squad car. At the hospital Sam was being
wheeled out of surgery. Janette gingerly held his hand and wept. The surgeon met
with both Melvin and Janette and was all smiles. "I think your husband will pull
through nicely. The bullet missed all the vital organs." "Oh, thank you! Thank
you!" Janette wept, her mind on a totally different vital organ, that hanging
beneath the belly of her husband's best friend, Melvin
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