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Undercover Lover

By: StoryCrafter



"You'd look hot in this." Jill handed Magita the leopard print thong. Already the police detective had purchased a short beige skirt and a low-cut brown silk blouse, as well as a doe-skin bag. 

"Might as well," she thought. 

"What?" Jill asked when she heard Magita laugh.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing," Magita replied. She had laughed because she had just imagined the look on her lieutenant's face when he saw the bill for reimbursement. Then she reminded herself to stop thinking about anything relating to the police department and stay in character before she did something stupid.

"Try everything on, Maggie," Jill pleaded with her big smile. Detective Sergeant Magita Pena thought shopping with the subject of her three month's undercover surveillance was a good way to get to know her outside the club she owned, but Jill Diamond's choice of fashions was embarrassing the detective. 

"Good thing I didn't strap it on today," Magita thought as she looked in the mirror. There would have been no place to hide a gun in this outfit. For a moment she wondered if Jill was suspicious and if that was the reason for the revealing outfit. "No," Magita thought. "She stopped searching my purse weeks ago," she added, laughing to herself.

Magita looked in the mirror. A five foot ten woman with flowing brown hair and an outfit that made her look "like a hooker" looked back. "But a very high end one," Magita added, smiling. 

She turned around and took another look. As revealing as the outfit was on her, her long strong legs quite well revealed as was the swell of her 38Cs, Magita found herself liking the look. She had never dressed like that before she began doing her undercover work at the Cat's Meow Gentleman's club -- and she was beginning to like the way she looked. 

"I hope to god their not dealing in there tonight," she thought, beginning to feel naked without her .25 pistol she usually wore strapped to her thigh. For three months she had observed drug deals going down in the club, but still there was nothing connecting Jill Diamond to any heroin dealing -- and that was the prize, the owner of the club Jill.

"Come on slowpoke," Jill giggled from outside the dressing room. Magita pulled the curtain aside and stepped out.

"WOW!" Jill exclaimed, evoking a blush from Magita. Magita turned to change back into her jeans and sweater.

"Oh, no, Magita. Wear that. You look so good. Maybe you can help business tonight," Jill giggled. Then she giggled again and added, in a cute whisper, "let me see." Magita knew what Jill was referring to. She shrugged, looked to see if there was anyone else around, and lifted the front of the short, light-weight beige skirt, and showed Jill she was in fact wearing the leopard print thong.

"Oh damn!" Jill giggled again. "I better not let you in the club, no one will be looking at the girls!'

Magita was surprised to feel herself blush. 

Magita did not really want to leave her car at the mall, but Jill insisted. And the mall was well lighted. Magita put her clothes in the back seat, moved the items from her purse to the doeskin bag, and climbed on the back of Jill's Harley. 

Fifteen minutes later the pair was back at the Cat's Meow. Magita took her usual place at the bar, nursing the first of the only two drinks she would have that night. It had taken weeks for Magita to gain Jill's confidence, and now Jill looked at Magita as a friend and not as a bartender-wannabe she had been unable to hire. Jill enjoyed having someone she could talk to during breaks from counting receipts, ordering alcohol, dealing with cranky dancers, and other club owner duties. Magita in turned was glad she was welcome to sit around and watch for drug dealing. It was a stroke of luck she thought.

Except that Jill knew Magita was a cop.

"How you doing tonight, Maggie?" the bar manager asked with a big smile.

"I'm good, Brian. You?" she replied. This was another bonus. She found the bar manager very easy to talk to and very open about things going on in the club.

"So when are you going to take a turn?" he teased. Magita laughed. Ever since she first met Brian he had always asked her when she was going to try her hand at dancing. She turned and watched the two women halfway through their sensual dance -- and the dozen or so men holding out dollar bills for them. Unlike a lot of gentlemen's clubs, the Cat's Meow was an old school club. It did not have private back rooms for $200 lap dances and would not hit their customers up for $500 bottles of champagne. The girls made out well with their tips, the bar was always moving trays of drinks, the club's steaks sold out every night, and everyone was happy. "And," as Jill had explained Magita's first night there "we don't have to worry about some asshole cop trying to set us up."

It was the little something in the top right corner of Magita's eyes at the comment that had Jill knowing she was a cop from the very beginning of her undercover role. It was for that reason Jill never conducted business at the club -- that and because she was not stupid enough to deal in the club period. 

Unaware she had been made for a cop long before, Magita declined Jill's offer to dance any shifts she wanted and smiled as she always did at Brian's teasing question.

"I'd give you a grand myself," he smiled, completely serious.

Magita blushed and took the vodka and tonic Brian held out for her. It was her drink of choice -- she could water it down and anyone looking would think she had been drinking all night. 

It also gave her something to look at when strangers would approach her at the bar. All the regulars knew she was a friend of Jill's and "hands-off". 

Just after eight the lights dimmed as they always did. After eight the drinks poured more quickly, and the singles turned to $5s and $10s. The music changed as well, now having a live DJ. The Cat's Meow was getting crowded and everyone was having a good time. 

"On me," Jill smiled, joining Magita at the bar. 

"When are you ever going to let me buy?" Magita laughed. It was not yet time for her second drink, but because Jill sat down Magita let Brian pour her one.

"When you get your pretty ass up there for me," Jill laughed back, pointing to the stage. "They'd give you $50s" Jill said honestly. She knew with her long legs and large chest Magita would be a hit as a dancer. 

"Thanks," she smiled when Brian handed her the drink. She did not notice the little wink he gave Jill.

Magita had been nibbling on the fried jalapenos that were a favorite in the club and did not notice how much stronger this drink was. She found herself blushing frequently as Jill and Brian took turns telling her hot good she looked tonight.

"You should see what she has on under it," Jill teased Brian.

"Jill!" Magita exclaimed, suddenly embarrassed. 

"Oh come on, Maggie," Jill exclaimed. "You know he's got a thing for you," she added in a whisper. 

Magita had sensed Brian was attracted to her, but he had not made any moves which was quite fine with her. She had moved out when she separated from her husband and the last thing she needed was to complicate the coming divorce proceeding. That -- and the fact she might have to bust the bar manager one of these days -- kept her from letting things go beyond the flirting stage. 

"Yeah," Magita replied. "Me...and all of them," she added pointing to the stage and laughing.

'True," Jill nodded. Then she turned to Brian. "So how many of my girls have you soiled this week, stud?"

Brian laughed while Magita blushed. He never dated the dancers and Jill knew it.

"OK, so what else?" Jill asked, referring to their conversation from the previous Saturday when Magita was last in the club.

"Well," the detective replied, happy for the segue. "About the only other idea I have is maybe selling t-shirts."

Jill had liked Magita's suggestions for the club and had actually been thinking of selling Cat's Meow items like Hooter's does. 

"Great idea, honey," she added. She excused herself to take a phone call.

"She's so great to work for," Brian said honestly.

"She's good people," Magita nodded. Brian had orders to make so Magita sat quietly sipping her unknowingly-strong drink and watching as she always did.

At ten the lights turned almost all the way off. Now it was time for the music to turn very slow and sensual. 

A few minutes later Jill returned. 

"Would you like to come back for a while?" Jill smiled, inviting Magita back to the office where they often went when the bar became too crowded so they could have some "girl talk". 

"Sure," Magita answered, surprised her legs were so weak when she stepped from the bar. She figured she was tired from a long day in the detective's car and now a shift at the club.

She was surprised when Brian came in a few minutes later. When he entered Jill turned on the speakers. The song playing was a sensual one about music and lovers in the night. 

"Why don't you relax and dance a little," Jill asked Magita softly.

Magita did not like the idea, but she saw Brian hold out his hand. He was nice enough, and it was a very danceable song. She nodded and let Brian put his arm around her. She moved her arms around his shoulders -- she loved to dance -- and let herself enjoy the company. It had been a long day at work she thought as they began to move, and she was feeling "happy". 

She realized as the dance continued that Brian seemed to be holding her more tightly than when he started. She smiled and held his shoulders tighter as well. She did not mind dancing with the bar manager at all. And it was only one dance. 

They moved together to the slow, sensual song. Magita felt herself becoming lost in the music and the dance. Magita moved as sensuously as the music while Brian held her. She did not notice they had moved almost against Jill's desk. 

The song ended and another song, even more sensual, began seamlessly. Her body continued swaying to the music, lost in its stirrings. Just then she saw Brian's eyes when he moved his head from the side of hers to look at her. Her own deep brown eyes opened as she saw his green eyes looking deeply into hers.

Then moving closer.

She thought it must have been the night, or the tired, but either way she did not reject the kiss. 

His hands held her tightly as he kissed her soft, succulent lips. Jill turned the speaker up slightly until the room was flooded with the music of the night. 

She was beginning to feel the effects of the drink and knew she would stop, but then Brian's hands moved to her large soft rear and pulled her tight against him as his lips moved over hers.

Magita felt the table edge against the back of her thighs as her body continued to move to the sensual music and the soft gentle kiss. Giddy now, she did not notice Brian had lifted her slightly until she was almost sitting on the table. 

"Oh Maggie," Brian purred, removing her lips for a moment, then unable to not return to the taste of berries and cloves. 

"Lose yourself, Maggie," Magita heard a soft voice say. It sounded as if it was from her mind but it was Jill who stood watching -- and knowing.

Magita opened her eyes to Brian's deep green pools looking longingly into hers. She smiled, ready to break their embrace. But Brian gently kissed the side of her face and Magita began to become lost. 

She continued to move to the deeply erotic song even as she knew she should stop.

Brian began to kiss her more passionately. The music and the night and the drink made Magita respond to the seeking kisses. It was only kissing, that was alright, she told herself even as she realized Brian's legs were now between hers as she leaned back against the table. She felt his erection under his slacks as he held her. She felt flattered and knew it was only male biology.

Her arms held her partner more snugly in what she wanted to be their final embrace. 

Then she felt her skirt begin to creep up her thighs. 

"No," Magita replied to herself as she felt hands moving her skirt up to her hips. 

The kissing took was so nice and so long since she had been kissed like that that she accepted the hands. She knew she could stop this. 

She knew she could.

Lost in the kiss, she did not notice his legs slowly wedging hers apart as they continued to move to the steamy, sultry music. Only when she felt a hand take hold of the edge of her thong and move it to the side did she realize what was happening.

"I can't," she whispered into the mouth kissing her from the very depths of his heart, and stirring long-missing feelings in her soul.

"I've wanted you for so long, Maggie," Brian murmured as his fingers moved to his zipper.

"This can't happen. I can't do this," she screamed at herself.

But only at herself. 

Then she felt the soft touch of a penis-head at her folds. She knew she must stop this.

"Let it happen," Magita heard Jill whisper adding to the confusion. 

She knew this had to stop. But the touch of the spongy head at her lips was so gentle. And it had been so long.

"No," she whispered. "Brian," she whispered. 

"Just tell me to stop and I will, Maggie," Brian whispered though his deep, probing kiss as he slowly slid the head of his cock between the moist, hairy lips.

Then he leaned back from the kiss, looked deep into her sensuous brown eyes, and gently pressed his head into her.

"Oh!" Magita whimpered. 

She felt the gentleness of the penetration. It was so caring, so gentle -- and so erotic.

"Oh Brian," she whispered. "Please don't."

"Just tell me, Magita," he answered, slowly pressing the first inch into her -moist vagina.

Her reply was muffled in the lips needingly kissing hers.

She felt him slide back slightly, then press half his length into her. She felt the firm, thick penis slide up her vagina, stretching her. 

"Yes, Magita," Jill cooed. 

Lost in the night and the voice man kissing her more caringly than any lover she had ever known, her response was to wrap her thighs moved around his hips.

She lay back into the arms holding her and felt the electricity of the heat inside her beginning to move. Unable to do anything else, she purred as she accepted the thick, long hardness into her body.

"Ohhh," she heard herself purr as she felt him pull nearly out, then felt the full length of the rock-hard penis slide slowly up her needing vagina. 

For the first time in five years she had another man's penis in her. It was all wrong, she began to torment herself though the confusion. She was still married. She was on the job. 

Her response was to draw him deeper into her with her thighs.

Brian again drew back, the again slowly fed the full length of his cock into her. This time he watched her eyes widen as he bottomed out in her. She was so hot and damp and tight he could barely constrain himself.

"Go with it, honey," Jill purred as she watched. 

Again Magita heard the voice, oblivious to Jill's presence. It felt so nice, long and hard inside her.

"Go with it," the voice repeated. Then almost as if it was someone else Magita felt her hips begin to move and she began to slowly fuck the hard cock in her.

Brian purred this time as he felt Magita's hips move and her pussy begin to work over his cock. 

Then he felt the gentle tug as she bore down and squeezed as she drew the hardness deeper into her and he could no longer wait.

"Oh Maggie," he moaned as he felt the vice-tight pussy squeezing his cock. "Oh Maggie," he moaned again and began to fuck her more urgently. 

The slow sliding of hard cock into woman's vagina turned into urgent needing. For a moment her thoughts again turned to what she should not be doing. 

Then she matched her moans to his as she began to return his urgent fuck.

"Oh god Maggie!" Brian cooed as he pumped into her snug, wet pussy.

She felt the cock pound deep into her. She had never been fucked so deep like this.

She looked into his eyes and saw his green eyes lost in his fuck of her. She kept her gaze as she squeezed down and drew his cock deeper into her. She watched his eyes close and his head lean back slightly as her clamping sex pulled on him.

Then, feeling his excitement build, she put her hands behind his head and drew her face to her for the kiss she desperately needed. Her lips opened wet and needing to his passionate kiss as she clamped her thighs tight around his.

A moment later she squeaked lightly as he shoved once. Then she felt him hold deep inside her and knew he was ready to cum. 

"Oh god Maggie!" he moaned as he felt it build. Then a second later he screamed softly as his cum exploded deep into her steaming pussy.

He didn't stop and cum for himself like her husband so many times did - she felt his cum explode deep into her as he fucked through his come. Then she felt incredibly flattered as he continued to fuck her after he came, until he had no strength left. 

"There's a little bathroom over there," Jill pointed when Brian finally pulled out, expended. Magita moved to the bathroom and emptied herself in the toilet.

"How was she?" Jill smiled. 

"Everything I imagined, and more," Brian smiled back as he put himself back in his pants.

Detective Pena returned a few moments later, weak-legged and feeling fully fucked.

She saw a strange expression on Jill's face. She saw Jill pointing to a small black globe in the corner of the ceiling near the door.

"That's right," Jill smiled. "It's a camera. We record everything that goes on back here."

Magita was confused for a moment, then Jill spoke again.

"Everything, officer," Jill said in a calm yet stern voice. 

Magita instantly understood and looked angrily at Brian.

"No, Maggie," he sputtered, trying to take her hands. "This was real."

"Yeah, real hot!" Jill replied evilly. 

Magita suddenly understood that Jill had known all the time. And now she was screwed. 

"I can give you some of them," Jill smiled, pointing to the club. "But as for me," she began. "Well, I think I'm going to make a couple copies of the DVD just in case."

Undercover Lover Ch. 02



"I'm not a cop," Magita giggled. "Why do you keep saying that?"

Jill looked deeply into her eyes. 

"We need to talk."

The last thing Magita wanted to do was talk. She had just let herself be fucked by the bar manager, which was bad enough for the undercover detective, but she had also just found out the whole thing had been video-taped. She had no doubt Jill would use it against her. On the other hand, she was about to tell her lieutenant she had to cancel the surveillance because she had let herself get fucked on video. 

"Sure, you know I love talking to you," Magita replied happily instead. "I can be here a little earlier tomorrow night."

The eyes stayed in hers.

"No. Come over to my place."

Now the last thing Magita wanted was to be one-on-one alone with the subject of her drug investigation. It was safer in the club with so many customers around. 

"Three o'clock," Jill added in a tone that told Magita she had no alternative.

"Sure," Magita smiled. 

The next afternoon Detective Pena arrived at Jill's house a few minutes before 3:00.

"It's a pretty day," Jill smiled. "Let's talk outside." Magita followed her out to the small yard with the high wooden fence.

Jill spoke first. 

"You looked so good doing it last night, Magita, I wanted to fuck you myself." Jill said in a calm voice. 

Then Jill's eyes turned a different shade of blue. 

"Maybe I will."

"Will what?" Magita asked. 

"Fuck you," Jill answered. The blue of Jill's eyes turned liquid as her hands reached out and took Magita's arms. "I want to fuck you, Magita."

Magita's world stopped. She could not believe what she had just heard. Through the fog she felt Jill's hands moving gently on her arms. 

And now Magita was stuck. She knew if she said no Jill would probably send the DVD of her fucking the bar manager to the police department. Magita knew that initially she had begged Brian to stop...but there was no question she had fucked him back. None at all. 

But she couldn't agree to....

"It's just us, Magita," Jill said softly looking into Magita's eyes. "Just two friends sharing something special." 

Jill saw the reticence in the detective's eyes and continued.

"It doesn't mean you're a lesbian," Jill smiled. Then she giggled. "We both know you are definitely not one after last night!"

The "last night" comment convinced Magita that Jill was quite willing to use the video against her. 

Now it was more than just the drug investigation on the line...it was Magita's career. She had worked too hard to make detective. Then she realized they would not just take her gold shield away, they would fire her on the spot if they got the DVD of her making love to one of the suspects of her investigation!

"Jill," Magita began.

"Shhh," Jill replied softly. "Just let me love you, Magita," Jill whispered as her hand traveled to Magita's shoulders and she moved in to give the detective a soft kiss. Then Jill's hands moved behind her shoulders, and her eyes took the cop's eyes, and she began to kiss her deeper.

A million thoughts flooded through Magita's mind as she felt the lips begin to move on hers. The first thought was that she was surprised Jill liked girls. 

She felt the lips begin to move on hers and thought urgently. 

"It's not like some guy's putting his dick in you and coming inside." Then she became angry at herself for the previous night. "Like that hasn't already happened. 

Magita decided, to save her career, it was worth it to return the kiss. But that was all she was willing to do.

Then she felt Jill's hands move down the front of her shoulders and hold her 38Ds through her sweatshirt. Reflexively she took Jill's wrists and removed the hands.

"It's up to you, lover," Jill responded, staring into her deep brown eyes. 

Magita knew what Jill was more than willing to do with the DVD, and let her hands drop from the woman's wrists. Immediately she felt Jill's hands move back to her chest. Her mind rebelled as she felt the hands slowly move over her large breasts but she did nothing.

"Damn, Maggie," Jill giggled as she held the detective's large boobs. Then Jill began to kiss Magita's neck as she softly squeezed her breasts. 

"You can touch mine, Magita," Jill cooed as she nuzzled Magita's neck. Then Magita felt Jill's hands leave her chest and move back to her shoulders. This time they traveled down her arms to her wrists. Then Jill gently lifted Magita's hands and placed them on her own breasts. 

"They're not big like yours, but they're functional," Jill giggled.

For the first time in her life the detective felt another woman's breasts. Her first thought was, oddly, how much softer Jill's were as she felt the woman's 34Cs though her soft sweater and bra. 

"You can squeeze them, Magita," Jill smiled. "They don't bite," Jill continued as her own hands began to softly squeeze Magita's large breasts.

Wanting nothing to do with this, but now terrified of what Jill would do with the DVD, Magita let her hands gently close over the soft roundness she felt. 

"There," Jill giggled. "That didn't hurt, did it?" she lightly teased. She continued softly squeezing he cop's big boobs as she again began to nuzzle the cop's neck. She did not feel the cop move her hands anymore, but she really hadn't expected them to. 

"It's okay honey," Jill cooed into the detective's ear. "We have all night to get to know each other," then her eyes looked into the detective's and she added "intimately."

Magita's eyes widened at the comment, but she knew there was nothing she could do. An instant later she felt the hands leave her breasts – and move to the bottom of her sweatshirt. She stood unmoving while Jill returned to kissing her as Jill slowly lifted Magita's sweatshirt. 

"Wow!" Jill exclaimed when the detective's white lace bra encased boobs came into view. Magita remained still as the woman's hands again moved to her breasts and began to gently squeeze her boobs through her bra.

"These are very nice, Magita," Jill smiled, then returned to softly kissing the reluctant police woman. All this time the detective's hands remained unmoving on Jill's sweater. 

"They don't bite," Jill teased again. Magita knew she had no real choice and began to gently manipulate Jill's breasts through her sweater. 

Then Jill stopped kissing the detective and her face traveled down to the deep valley that was Magita's cleavage. She softly kissed the insides of the large swells. 

Then her hands moved behind the detective's back. Magita flinched, but forced herself to remain still as she felt fingers deftly unslide the three clasps of her bra. She saw Jill's eyes look deeply into hers, and raised her arms when the woman began sliding her sweatshirt over her head. The eyes kept hers as Jill slid the detective's bra straps down her arms and off.

"Mmm," she heard the woman purr as without hesitation Jill leaned her face down. "Mmm," she heard again as she felt Jill's lips on her right nipple. 

Suddenly the sound turned higher as the detective realized her nipple was enlarging over the experienced lips. She felt the woman's tongue tease her hardening bud, then felt the lips clamp gently over her half-inch-long, finger-thick nipple.

"Oh my!" she heard Jill giggle as she felt the detective's nipple become erect between her lips. Then Magita felt Jill begin to play with her other breast – and felt her left nipple become hard between Jill's knowing fingers. 

Then Magita felt Jill's hands behind her back trying to nudge her to the ground. She did not want to lose control of the situation by being off her feet, but the thought of the embarrassment of her lieutenant seeing the DVD let her let the arms gently lean her to her back on the soft grass. 

The detective looked up to see Jill smiling down at her. Then her eyes went wide as she saw Jill begin to pull her sweater off. 

"I can't," Magita pleaded.

"Shhh," Jill responded as she undid the front clasp of her bra. She stood proudly showing the policeman her boobs as the clasp came free. Then Jill straddled the detective on her knees and leaned forward. 

The thought that this was too wrong came back to her as Jill's hand moved to her right breast and she held it out for the detective to suck on. 

Against her will, but without any choice anymore, Magita let herself kiss the proferred nipple. 

"I like having them sucked," Jill purred. "Just like you do," she added, leaving no question that Jill knew Magita's nipples had responded to Jill's lips. Wishing she could be anywhere but here the detective let her lips part slightly and she accepted the nipple. Magita could feel Jill's nipple grow long and thick as well between her lips as the woman reached down and again began to play with the detective's breasts. 

Magita made her mouth move over the hard nipple under her lips as Jill slowly rotated her breast against her lips. She heard Jill purring as she gently sucked on her hard nipple. 

Then Jill's hands moved to the sides of her face. She moved down and gently lay on Magita's body, naked breasts to naked breasts. 

For a moment she felt an electric tingle when she felt Jill's hard nipples touch her own. Then she made the thought go away. 

An instant later she felt happening what she was hoping would not happen – she felt Jill's fingers move to the button of her jeans. 

"Please," Magita asked as she felt Jill's fingers on her zippe.

"Shh," Jill whispered again as she kissed Magita's large, soft, brown lips. "Let me love you," she whispered as her fingers moved inside the waistband of the detective's jeans and began to slide her jeans and striped panties down.

Magita's mind was racing. She did not want this! But there was nothing she could do and still keep her career.

She let her hips rise, then felt the warm afternoon sun on her as her jeans were slowly drawn from her hips.

"You're so beautiful," Jill smiled when Magita's jeans had been gently pulled from her legs and Jill looked at her full bush of neatly combed long black hair. 

"So beautiful," she heard Jill purr again. Magita lay quiet as Jill began to trace her lips down over her stomach. 

"I know it's your first time," Jill said softly as her lips touched the top of Magita's pubic hair. "I'll be gentle."

To save her career the detective let her thighs part to the soft hands gently prying them apart as Jill knelt on the grass between her legs. 

Then she felt soft fingers touch her pussy lips.

"Just let me love you, Magita," she heard Jill say in the gentle voice of a tender lover as the fingers began to slowly play over her cuntlips. 

"Did you like having his big cock in you?" Jill asked as she slowly fingered Magita's pussy.

Magita was shocked by the impertinent question and almost lashed out verbally. But she could not. She could not anger Jill – and she had liked the feel of Brian's cock in her, as wrong as fucking him had been.

"You can talk to me, honey," Jill cooed as her fingers deftly played over the detective's pussy lips, leaving no question she wanted and answer.

"Yes," Magita replied. 

"I've never had it," Jill laughed. "Am I missing out on something?" she added as she continued to finger the detective's pussy.

"I should never have..." Magita heard herself reply. Then Jill's voice turned cold.

"A little too late for that now," Jill replied. 

Then what Magita feared began to happen as Jill stretched out on her stomach and began to eat her pussy.

Magita felt Jill's lips begin to suck between her fingering-moist cuntlips. The lips sucking on her pussy were softer and gentler and more lovingingly knowing than any man who had ever eaten her out. 

Then the moment she most dreaded occurred – she felt the tip of a tongue softly touch her hooded clit. Even having a woman eat her pussy was not as intimate as the thought of a woman's tongue teasing her clit and her mind rebelled. But she could do nothing – she had to submit.

And the touch of the tongue stirred her with electric wonder.

She knew her clit was long and thick, almost like a tiny penis.

And now she felt it begin to get hard under Jill's knowing tongue-teasing.

"Let me love you, Magita," she heard Jill say a third time, this time with a soft throaty moan. 

Jill smiled as she tasted the acidic taste of a clit becoming excited. She knew making the cop eat her pussy would not make the cop a lesbian – it was responding to her eating the cop's pussy that would!

Magita had been able to hold on – and then she felt the tongue slide down to rim her asshole. She had never had a man do that as much as she wanted it and against her judgment she began to buck and moan.

"Yes, darling," Jill moaned as she felt the cop's tongue finally touch her hard clit and pressed her own tongue into the soapy-fresh asshole.

Then Jill heard what she had waited for.

"Oh god!" Jill heard the cop softly moan. 

Jill desperately wanted her pussy eaten – but like she had said, they had all night. She gave every ounce of effort to licking the cop's sweet asshole.

"Oh GOD!" she heard the cop moan again. "Oh please don't" she heard the cop beg. Jill knew why – and gripped the cop's big tits lovingly as she continued to tongue the asshole that was now sucking her tongue in.

"Let it go, Magita," Jill begged as she again pressed her tongue into the cop's clenching asshole.

"No," the detective whimpered, "oh god no."

Jill's chin was drenched in the cop's juices as she ate the cops' asshole with everything she had. 

"Oh GOD!" she heard Magita squeal as the cop began to come. 

"Come in my mouth, baby," Jill purred. She closed her mouth over Magita's spasming pussy. Seconds later she felt her mouth fill with the acidic fluid of girl-come. Almost as if magic, Jill swung her body back around and between Magita's trembling thighs. She pressed her hairy cunt against the cop's cunt and began fucking her. 

Jill felt the cop's hips undulated under her as Magita exploded in orgasm. 

"I told you I wanted to fuck you," Jill smiled when the body under her stopped orgasming.

Magita lay silent, breathless. Her brown eyes lay open, looking up at Jill but not really seeing her. She was horribly embarrassed that she came from a woman eating her. Horribly embarrassed. 

"Let's go inside and have a drink," Jill offered. Magita wanted nothing more than to leave, but she sensed that was not yet an option. She reached for her jeans.

"No," Jill smiled. "You're so beautiful naked. No need for clothes." Then Jill laughed. "It's not like we have any secrets from each other anymore," she smiled. 

Then she looked into Magita's eyes. 

"Do we, officer?"

Magita knew there was no sense denying it anymore. 

"Can I at least put this on?" she asked, lifting her sweatshirt. 

"If you must," Jill replied in a playful pout.

Magita pulled her sweatshirt over her head, not bothering to ask if she could put her bra on. She prepared to walk into the house, but Jill moved to her and put her arms around her in a gentle hug.

"Thank you," Jill said softly, surprising Magita. But then, to her distress, Jill proceeded to walk into the house with her arm around Magita's waist.

They entered the house and Jill made margarita's for them. She handed Magita hers, then noticed the police woman had not looked at her once since they came inside.

"Am I embarrassing you?" Jill asked, smiling inside. "I don't want that for us, Maggie," she continued. Then she excused herself and walked naked to her bedroom. A few minutes later she returned wearing a spaghetti-strap pink tummy shirt and pink panties. The look was intentional – she had almost put on a bustier and garter belt, but she didn't want to scare the cop. Not yet.

To Magita's relief Jill sat at the opposite end of the couch as they talked.

"It's okay, Magita," Jill smiled. "I've known what you are from the minute you walked in." She took a sip. "If you remember, I never tried to stop you from busting the assholes dealing drugs in my club. I can't have that."

Magita decided to shoot craps. 

"What about you, Jill Diamond?" she asked directly.

Jill looked offended. 

"The Avengers were doing that shit when I took over, but I stopped it." Jill's eyes took on a frightened look at the mention of the motorcycle gang, but she continued. "I've worked too hard to fuck it up."

Then Jill smiled. 

"I liked talking to you. That's why I never minded you were a cop."

Magita still did not respond.

"And I really like you, Magita," Jill suddenly said. Magita was so surprised by the hand that lay itself gently on her arm she did not react. 

Jill smiled again and turned quiet, letting Magita finish her drink.

"What now, Jill?" Magita asked, anger entering her voice.

"Nothing has to change, Maggie," Jill answered. "Yes, I had to look out for myself," she continued. Magita knew she was referring to the DVD. 

"You set me up!" Magita suddenly snapped.

Jill looked hurt, then recovered.

"Yes," she admitted. "I invited Brian in and I hoped he would fuck you." Then her eyes bore into Magita's. "But you spread your own legs, honey."

Magita had no comeback. Even if Jill had been behind Brian fucking her, the fact remained she had let it happen, willingly. 

Jill saw Magita shake her head and became angry. 

"If you want to be a bitch about it, Maggie," Jill snapped angrily, "we can finish what we started."

Jill stood and slid down her panties, revealing her closely trimmed cunt. Then she lay down on the floor and spread her legs.

"It's my turn now, cop," she snapped. 

Magita wanted nothing more than to simply get up and leave, the hell with the DVD and her career. 

But she couldn't.

"Please," she begged softly.

Then Jill's voice turned gentle.

"You know what you like," she whispered, referring not just to the men who Magita had been eaten by, but more especially to a short time earlier in the backyard. "Just do the same with me."

Confusion tore through Magita's mind as Jill held her arms out. Her first confusion was at the sudden changes of tone in Jill's voice. She sensed there was something deeply wrong with Jill - but she couldn't think about that just then. The deeper confusion was over what she would do. 

A million thoughts flooded through her mind as she found herself looking at Jill laid out spread-legged on the floor. She saw her career between the legs of a half-naked woman. 

"If you can honestly tell me you've never even once thought about being with a woman I'll get dressed and leave you alone. Not once." Jill's eyes looked up at Magita's.

It was Magita's chance to get out of this. 

But she couldn't lie. She could not point to one particularly time, but she knew she had wondered what it would be like to be with a woman, all woman wonder that she knew.

And now curiosity was added to the confusion. It was too much for her. She went back to her career and knowing what she had to do to save it.

And went to her knees. 

"Nakie, please," Jill giggled. Reluctntly, Magita slipped off her sweatshirt. As she did so Jill spread her legs apart and drew her knees up slightly. She looked up at the detective still struggling inside.

"It'll be alright, honey," Jill said gently. "It won't change who you are."

The words would turn out to be prophetic.

Magita closed her eyes to the thoughts tearing through her mind, and lowered her head.

"Just do what you like to get," Jill offered sweetly.

Magita laughed. Jill's eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Hardly anybody's ever done that," she found herself admitting before she realized she was talking out loud.

"Really?" Jill replied in surprise. "You're such a beautiful woman, Magita. You should demand it of lover."

And now even more confusion crossed over Magita. She had barely even had sex, and only one man had ever eaten her – and he hadn't done it very well. The rest...the rest, as she knew, only wanted their fuck in her.




Undercover Lover Ch. 02



Then Jill closed her knees against Magita's shoulders. 

"Did you like the way I did it, Magita?" 

The police woman knew she must respond honestly. It was the only thing she knew, honesty.

"Yes," she blurted through her embarrassment.

"I will think more of you, not less," Jill oddly replied. 

Magita did not really care how Jill thought of her at all. She knew she was being blackmailed into doing this. 

And decided to just get it over with. She let her head lean forward and touched her lips to the clamshell revealed to her. To her surprise Jill did not taste funky as she had imagined. She tasted sweet, almost like slightly-bitter honey. She let her lips begin to move over the soft clamshell of the woman's cunt lips. 

Almost immediately she felt Jill begin to buck under her. In a short time she would understand why, but at the moment she felt disgust and shame. 

And she knew what else she must do. Hating what was happening she let her tongue come out and began licking the soft, moist pussy lips. 

"Mmm," Jill cooed. "Lick my clit, lover," Jill purred.

Magita wanted nothing to do with that. But knowing reality she let her tongue lift to the hood at the top of the wet pussy she was eating. She licked the hood a few times, then found herself opening her mouth and using her teeth to gently tug at Jill's cunt lips. 

"Oh you're so good, Magita," Jill moaned. Her hands moved down and she started to caress her own breasts through her sleep shirt as she felt her cunt lips being slowly drawn in to Magita's sucking mouth. 

"Oh god you're making me come, darling!" Jill moaned. Magita knew she could stop, but she caught Jill's eyes and saw a terrible sadness deep inside. She pressed her mouth deeper into the steamy, drenching pussy and lapped at the hard clit.

"Please let me come," Magita suddenly heard a tiny voice plead. "Oh please, Maggie."

Magita was taken aback. The voice sounded so small and lost. Against everything she believed in she began to eat Jill wildly, sucking hard on her lips and flicking her erect clit with the tip of her tongue. She could not explain why, but as she knelt sickened that a woman's juices were coating her lips she wanted to do this right.

She began to lick the firm bud harder, stroking the clit with abandon. She was again brought back to what she was doing when she felt Jill lean up and put her hands on the back of Magita's head, drawing her face into her pussy tight. 

"Oh please, Maggie," she heard the woman plead as Jill's hips undulated wildly under her mouth. "Let me come."

Magita continued to stroke the hard little clit with her tongue as Jill began to thrash under her. 

"Oh god Maggie!" Magita heard. "Oh GOD!" 

The detective tasted an odd acidity to the clit she was tonguing and somehow knew Jill was close to coming from her mouth. The idea sickened her – but she continued to lick.

"Ohh ohh ohhhh!" she heard Jill squeal as the woman's thighs gripped her head. 

"Oh god!" she heard Jill scream. " OH GODD!"

She felt the pussy begin to convulse, then heard Jill cry out in a long moan. 

"Oh GODDDD!" 

Seconds later the bucking stopped and she heard a voice.

"Stop, baby."

The detective rose from between the woman's thighs, unaware the glimpse of her large tits eroticized the woman beyond belief. 

"Thank you, Maggie," she heard the again-small voice whisper. Then she heard something she wished she had not heard, but she complied.

"Let me hold you, please," Jill begged softly. 

Magita leaned down and let the quivering woman surround her shoulders with her arms.

"Can I tell you something, Maggie?"

Magita wanted to hear nothing, but she nodded. 

"That's the first time anyone's let me come who wasn't raping me."

The detective's police eyes widened in shock. She looked down and saw a terrible sadness in the woman's blue eyes.

"Yes, Maggie," the voice continued. "They raped me so much."

"Who?" Magita answered in nearly a scream.

"The Avengers."

Magita knelt in disbelief at the name of the violent motorcycle gang.

"When?" the detective demanded.

Blue eyes of sadness looked up at her.

"Most of my life."



Undercover Lover Ch. 03



Chapter 03 -- Jill's Life

Magita sat in stunned silence as Jill spoke. Suddenly she did not care she was naked and had just given oral sex to a woman. All she cared about was the small voice and the nearly vacant eyes. She listened as a policeman while Jill told her how she became involved with the Avengers motorcycle gang.

"At first it was great," Jill began. She giggled girlishly. "I lost my cherry the night I fucked all of them for initiation."

The detective's eyes widened in shock.

"Oh, it was okay. One an hour, stay up all night, get really drunk." Jill's eyes went somewhere far away, then returned. "But then they started to go to jail, or die..." Jill went silent for a moment. "Pretty soon none of the original ones were left and this new group started taking over."

Jill took a sip of her Margarita for comfort. 

"They took the name, the colors." Then she hesitated for a moment. "And me."

Jill took another drink, a long one, this time for strength. 

"I was cute, then," she began. 

"You're cute now," Magita interrupted, surprised she did.

"Thank you, Maggie. That means a lot to me." 

Then Jill continued.

"At first they left me alone. Then one night they said they wanted the 'good looking whore' to do more than run the office for their motorcycle shop. I should have known."

To Magita's surprise Jill began to cry lightly. 

"That night, when I got back to the house, they were waiting for me. All of them. I should have known something was up because all of their women were standing together in the corner of the room, looking at me."

Jill's eyes again went back to another time.

"I've never told another soul this, Magita," Jill began. 

Then she started.

"The minute I closed the door they were on me. Snake -- he was the new leader -- ripped my top off and said it was time they saw what 'the good looking whore' had. That's what they kept calling me. Then they started passing me around and they were all grabbing my tits. I started to get worried."

Jill took another drink.

"Then Snake told them to 'take the bitch's pants off'. Right then I knew I wasn't going to get out of it."

"You don't have to tell me anymore, Jill," the detective said kindly.

But Jill was someplace else now and could not stop talking. 

"Then threw me on the floor and held me down. Snake went first. He was so big he was crushing me. He kept calling me 'bitch' and 'cunt' then he started slapping my face while he fucked me. He was brutal, Maggie."

Jill's shaking hand reached for her drink. Magita handed it to her.

"You know, except for that time when I did all the guys, I really didn't have much experience with men. It was horrible, the way he just kept pumping away in me."

"When he finally came another one, Wheels, climbed on me. Then Oscar. Then Patches. They just kept fucking me and fucking me and fucking me."

Jill hesitated for a moment, then continued.

"After about ten of them fucked me one of them said I was 'too sloppy'." Magita knew what was coming next and almost screamed in fear for Jill. 

"They flipped me over and started fucking my ass," Jill said next.

Magtia noticed how nonchalant Jill was about something that must have been horrifying for her. Magita had never tried anal, mostly because of the stories she had heard about how painful it was at least the first time. And now she was listening to a woman describe being gang-raped in the ass.

"It was terrible, Maggie," Jill whimpered in memory. "I screamed and screamed but of course there was no one there to listen."

Suddenly Jill's face lit up in memory.

"Oh, and while they're raping me those bitches were yelling 'fuck the whore'!" 

Then he eyes clouded again.

"When they were done fucking my ass they made me suck them all off." Her eyes went even farther away. "Even the ones that had been in my ass."

Just then Jill sensed what Magita wanted to ask, but would not. She nodded and answered anyway.

"There were eighteen of them."

Magita nearly vomited when she heard that Jill had been raped by eighteen men, half of them raping her in her ass.

"It took two more hours to suck them all off. When the last one came down my throat I just lay curled up in a ball coughing up cum."

Then Jill told the rest of it.

"They started hitting me. They pulled me up and held me as Snake punched me over and over. Then he let the rest of them have their turns." 

Jill drained her drink.

"They knocked out three of my teeth, broke my jaw and my nose, and broke three of my ribs." She hesitated a moment. "And I can never have a baby they beat me so bad."

The story was winding to a close.

"After that they made me keep working in the shop -- I took care of all the bookkeeping -- and they would fuck me every night. Whoever wanted to. And they would play with me. They'd make me come then laugh at me when I did and call me a 'fuck whore'." A tear fell. "I wasn't a whore, Maggie. I just didn't want them to hit me anymore."

"Oh!" Jill suddenly exclaimed, almost scaring Magita. "And they made me take care of their women, too. One night when I got home they threw me down on the floor and this fat ugly one sat on my face."

Her eyes turned sad. "It was the first time I was with a woman. After a while I would just do it to keep from being beaten. I hated it, every time, but I would do it."

Jill turned silent. Then she looked up at the police detective. 

"I'm sorry I made you do it, Maggie."

Magita could not reply. Yes, Jill had forced her to eat her pussy, but when she had made Jill come it was because she wanted to. And Magita had come as well.

"When was the last time?" Magita asked gently. She was hoping she could have them all rounded up for rape. 

"About eight years ago."

Magita's eyes fell. That was beyond the statute of limitations. 

"I guess they got bored with me. But they still made me work for them." 

Then she looked at Magita and her voice lowered.

"They own the club, Maggie."

A light went on in Magita's mind. She knew that at least some of them were convicted felons and as a result it was against the law for them to own or operate a liquor establishment. She began to think quickly. Taking down the Avengers would be even bigger than busting the Cat's Meow for drug dealing.

"I can help you, Jill," Magita offered. 

"How?" Jill replied. She had wanted to get away from them for so long and now she might have a chance.

"Let me look at your books."

"Like this?" Jill suddenly smiled. Magita realized for the first time she was still naked. 

The women dressed and left for the club.



Undercover Lover Ch. 04



Just after 3:00 the front door opened. The club didn't open until 5:00 and Jill assumed it was someone looking for a dancing job. Instead she saw a number of Avengers motorcycle gang members push their way past the bouncer and into the club. Two stayed in the cubbyhole in the foyer, occupying the bouncer while the rest went inside.

"Get out!" Jill demanded loudly.

"I don't think so, Jill baby," Snake snapped in reply and sat heavily on a chair.

"You done good in this place, Jill," Snake nodded. "Real good." He motioned to the waitress-dancer for a beer. Jill nodded to her. 

"This is on you, right baby?" Snake smiled as the twenty-four ounce Budweiser was set in front of him. He waved his arm and the waitress returned for beers for the other six bikers. 

Jill did not respond. 

"Or maybe it's on you, huh honey?" he sneered at the waitress. Then he poured the beer down the front of her t-shirt, watching as her nipples popped hard under the cold beer. 

"Maybe you better take off, honeybunch," Snake smiled. He reached into his wallet, took out a $100 bill, and slid it into her shorts. She looked, scared, at Jill. Jill nodded that it was okay, and the girl turned. Snake smacked her on the ass and shouted "come on back later and let's see how you shake it. You owe me." The waitress didn't bother changing clothes, she simply ran outside to her car in the beer-drenched t-shirt.

"You know you wouldn't have any of this without us, baby" Snake said, turning to face Jill.

"I said get out," she repeated.

"I don't think so, baby. We have a few things to talk about."

"I have nothing to talk about with you. Get the hell out now!" Jill said loudly. 

Magita heard the voices from the office and went out front to see what was going on. The instant she saw the leather motorcycle vests she reached for her 9mm automatic. 

"What the fuck? This a fucking cop?" he snapped when he saw the detective start to draw her pistol from her purse. 

"No," Jill replied, thinking quickly and lying. "She's just a friend of mine."

"Nah," Snake replied back. "I smell bacon." 

"No," Jill lied again. "It's just for protection in case we get held up."

Magita reached into her purse with her other hand for her emergency pager. 

But the instant her hand moved a baseball bat slammed across her back. She fell to her knees between two tables from the blow and the pistol clattered to the floor.

"Fucking bitch was reaching for something, boss," Downtown said as he set the bat on the table.

"Any more fucking weapons Jill baby?" Snake demanded. "As you can see, we brought sufficient of our own." He quickly pulled a switchblade from his pocket and flicked in open in front of her face. Jill shook her head no.

"You said this bitch is a friend of yours?" Snake sneered at Jill. He lifted Magita up by her ponytail and pushed her face-first over the edge of the stage. "Maybe you wanna see us show her what happens when you fuck with an Avenger."

"No," Jill replied helplessly. 

"Get your ass up there and give us a dance," Snake laughed as he reached into his wallet. "If it's good enough I can give you," he counted out bills "two dollars."

"She's not a dancer," Jill blurted before she could catch herself.

"Then what is she?" Snake shot back. 

"She's my best friend," Jill replied with a tiny grain of truth after what they had shared that afternoon when they had gone down on each other.

Snake's eyes narrowed. Then they opened in pure evil.

"Bitch has to be taught a lesson about weapons, baby. You know that," he said almost as if he was reading from a rulebook. Then he thought for a moment. 

"Best friend, huh," he continued. "Then I guess it's gonna tear you up when we tear her up!"

"NO!" Jill screamed. She knew what he meant. "No, leave her alone. She doesn't know anything."

Magita's senses began to return from the blow of the baseball bat. She began to rise.

"I bet she knows things," Snake said teasingly, nodding. Then his booted foot slammed deep into Magita's side. "Don't you sweetheart? I bet you know things." He kicked her again and she collapsed onto the edge of the stage. 

Quickly Snake stepped behind her as the other Avengers held Jill's arms down on the table.

"I bet you know a lot of things," he smirked. Then he reached down and began to tug at the back of her jeans.

"NO!" Jill screamed. 

Snake ignored her. 

"I bet you know how to FUCK!" he snapped, ripping Magita's jeans open and yanking the waistband down over her rear. He stared at the large round ass and the striped bikini.

"I bet you know how to fuck real good," Snake quipped as he gave her jeans another yank and pulled them farther down her thighs.

Moaning, and coughing up blood, Magita tried to rise. Snake grabbed her by the hair and slammed her stomach into the edge of the stage. Magita groaned and fell weak to the hard wooden stage.

"Yeah, with an ass like this I bet you know a lot of things," he continued as with a vicious tug he yanked her panties down her ass and thighs.

"Leave her alone!" Jill shouted. 

"Shut that cunt up," Snake ordered. With that one of the Avengers threw his filthy hand over her mouth. He laughed as he felt her screams muffled in his grease-dirtied palm.

"You a good fuck sweetheart?" Snake laughed as he yanked down his jeans. "How bout we just find out for ourselves."

"Mmmphhh!" Jill screamed into the hand clamped hard over her mouth. 

The cloud began to lift and Magita felt the air of the fans on her naked ass. Then two of the Avengers climbed onto the stage and pulled her arms out in front of her and held her down. For the first time realized what was happening.

"NO!" she screamed as she felt a heavy weight fall on the back of her hips.

"Let's just find out," Snake repeated, spitting into his palm. 

Magita felt the hand fumbling against the inside of her thighs and she began to cry. She knew she was about to be raped – and there was nothing she could do about it. 

Snake coated the head of his hard cock with the spit in his hand. Then he set himself against the folds beneath her hairy cunt.

"Just so you know," he laughed as he began to wedge the now-wet head between her folds. "I don't know nothing about slow and easy."

"Yaaghhh!" Magita cried out as Snake braced his feet and shoved his cock halfway up her cunt. "Aaaghhh!" she cried out again as he pulled back then shoved nearly all the way in her tight pussy.

Magita screamed over and over as Snake began to brutally rape her tight pussy while Jill cried and fought against the hands holding her. 

Then Jill bit down on the hand and screamed.

"Damn it Snake, stop it!"

"Bitch bit me," Half-ass snapped. 

"Maybe she wants some too," Snake laughed as he slammed his cock deep up Magita's vice-tight cunt.

"No," Magita moaned weakly as she felt Jill being thrown face-first onto the stage next to her.

"Let's do 'em together," Snake laughed as he slam-fucked deep again.

"NO!" Jill screamed as hands tore her pants down her legs and ripped her thong off. 

Snake wrapped his arms under Magita's and pulled her arms painfully behind her back as he continued to plow into her. 

The tears for herself turned to tears for Jill when she heard a deep grunt and knew one of them was starting to fuck Jill too. The pain in her heart from her own rape was nothing compared to the hurt from Jill being raped next to her while she could do nothing.

Over and over Snake slammed into her pussy, his hips pounding into her ass he drove his cock deep up her pussy.

"Damn bitch is so tight she's pulling Mister Man off!" Snake laughed as he hard-fucked Magita.

"This one's still elastic, too," Half-Ass shouted as he bottomed out in the sobbing Jill. 

"She won't be for long," Butt-Ugly laughed as he dropped his jeans and waited his turn. 

The sounds tore through Magita's mind of Jill grunting as she was being fucked. 

And then the "ugh ugh ugghhhhh!" of a man coming in the woman being raped next to her. 

Then Magita heard the sounds coming from where she was. More tears fell as she felt the biker coming hard up her cunt. 

Jill collapsed to the floor when Half-Ass pulled out. Two of the men yanked her pants down her legs and off. Her body lifted when Half-Ass grabbed the neck of her shirt and ripped it off her. She fell to the stage, followed by a popping sound as her bra was torn off from behind. 

She was now naked – and there were six bikers to go. 

Snake still lay heavily on Magita'a back, whispering in her ear as she struggled against the men still holding her down. 

"You're a good fuck, baby," Snake whispered. "I'm getting hard again just thinking about that tight cunt of yours." 

Butt-Ugly moved behind the naked Jill and immediately began to slam-fuck her. He used her tits for handles as she wailed in terror.

Snake finally lifted his three-hundred pounds off of Magita and she crumbled to the floor. He pulled her head up by her ponytail and shoved her face against his cum-dripping crotch.

"You put that anywhere near my mouth I'll fucking bite it off, I swear," Magita moaned defiantly.

Her body was slammed against the stage by the hard kick to her stomach. He grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it off as she fought to breathe. Then he stared at the huge tits inside her bra.

"Damn mama, you got some big udders here you fucking cow!" His hands flew to her back and fought with the clasps until he finally opened them and yanked her bra down her arms. Magita was now topless, with her jeans still bunched around her thighs.

Snake snared at her big boobs and their large areolas.

"I'm a tit man baby," he sneered, roughly grabbing her 38Ds.

"Why don't you just get on up there and dance for us."

Magita, recovering from the latest blow to her body, remained defiant. 

"Why don't you go to hell."

Snake's hand slammed across her face. 

"I want her ass fucked, now!" Snake demanded. Then he smiled evilly at Magita – and spit thick in her face.

"I got that!" Chains chirped, moving behind Magita and dropping his jeans while Snake pushed her back up onto the stage. Gears continued to hold her arms down. 

"You want first fuck or best fuck?" Snake asked Gears. There were rules and it was not necessarily Chains turn. 

Those were the rules – a biker could get "first fuck" meaning he could be the first one to fuck an ass. He would get it when it was tight and not full of cum, but he could only fuck it easy with "first fuck", he couldn't tear it up for everyone else. "Best fuck" went last. The ass wouldn't be as tight, and it would be full of biker cum, but "best fuck" could tear it up as much as he wanted. 

"Best fuck," Gears replied, pulling Magita's arms even farther. 

Magita heard it all and began to twist her body to escape.

"Damn cunt!" Snake snapped. Then he kicked her hard in the side with his booted foot. Magita collapsed limp onto the stage.

"All you hadda do was dance for us, baby," Snake smiled as he looked down on her and spat on her again. "Now you're gonna pull an ass-train for us. 

"Let's do em both," Butt-Ugly added, pulling wetly from Jill's pussy.

"Go for it," Snake nodded. 

"NO!" Jill screamed as she felt fingers pulling her butt cheeks apart. "Oh please Snake no!" she wailed as she felt Half-Way go back into her dripping vagina for cum-lube, then press the head of his cock against her tiny star.

"I'll suck you all off!" she pleaded. Snake only laughed. 

"Oh, you're gonna do that anyway Jill baby," he smiled. 

Through the haze of the hard kick to her stomach Magita felt something wet splatter against her asshole as Chains spread her cheeks and spit on the pretty brown pucker he was staring at. Then she felt knuckles on the inside of her thighs and felt a soft thickness press against her start.

"Aaaaghhhh!" Magita screamed through the pain in her side as she felt the terrible stretching-pain of her anal ring being forced open. 

"Don't oh god please....aiiieeee!" Jill wailed as Half-Ass pushed his cum-wet head against her tiny pucker. "NO! Aaaghh aaaghh aaaghh" Jill then screamed as the cock popped into her ass. 

"Help! Please help me!" Jill screamed as she felt the huge cock tearing her apart. But she knew no help was coming. Desperately she reached out to take Magita's hand, both to hold someone in her agony...and to offer something for the woman being ass-fucked for the first time. Magita tore her hand free from Gears and held Jill's tightly as she felt her anal ring being painfully forced apart by a cock.

"Aw, isn't that sweet," Snake laughed as he saw the women take each other's hand. Then he watched as Chains slammed into Magita's big ass. 

"Unnggghhhh!" Magita grunted as Chain's cock began its travel up her back door. The pain was unbelievable. But even worse was the disgusting feeling of a cock moving up inside her ass like a mouse. 

"Aaahhhh!" Jill continued to wail as Half-Ass' horse cock spread her anal ring wide. "Oh god take it out!" she pleaded in vain. Snake only laughed.

"Hell, Jill baby, it ain't even half in yet!"

"Stop fighting me asshole," Half-Ass laughed. "Just squeeze back and old 'Big Boy' here will slide right in and the fun can begin."

Through the haze of the excruciating pain Jill let herself go limp – as she had learned the hundreds of times before that the bikers had raped her anally.

The two women whimpered and moaned as the bikers began to plunder their asses. Chains was taking Magita's slow and steady according to the rules. Half-Ass worked to sink more of his eight inch, thick, cock into the impossibly tight asshole as Jill bucked and screamed and held Magita's hand tight. Magita, still reeling from the kick to her stomach was barely aware of anything except the sickening feel of a cock pushing its way up her rectum.

The two bikers looked at each other, smiled, and began their fucking rhythm together. They each fucked their woman's asshole slowly with long strokes – the rules – while with each stroke pressing further in.

Half-Ass won – he bottomed out in Jill's ass first. Jill could only moan as she felt the entire eight inches of hard cock fill her ass. A few strokes later Chains pubes his the large, soft asscheeks. And he was all the way in too.

They each pulled back, then slowly drove their cocks all the way back into the assholes of the sobbing, groaning women. 

Half-Ass came first. Magita felt her hand close even tighter over hers and knew Jill was feeling the biker coming in her ass. A few strokes later Magita felt sick as she felt the first spurt of hot cum shoot in her ass, followed by an explosion on thick cum in three strong spurts. She nearly vomited from the disgust. 

Half-Ass pulled out with a wet "plop". Cum and tiny flakes of shit poured out of Jill's asshole. Before her body could collapse to the floor Baker Boy moved behind her, stared at the wide-distended anal ring. 

And shoved in.

"Aaaahhhh!" Jill screamed. Then she became strangely silent as Baker Boy started to fuck her wide-opened asshole. 

"Leave her alone," Magita whimpered through her pain and sickness.

Snake stared at her. "You want some more, bitch?" he sneered, nodding to Money Man.

"No," she whimpered. "Please."

Snake again lifted her head by her ponytail and slashed his hand across her face. Blood flew from her nose and mouth at the strong blow. 

"You just shut the fuck up and enjoy the show, then," he laughed. 

Magita tore her other hand free and held both of Jill's hands as the woman was again brutally ass-raped. She felt the bile rise in her throat when she felt the warm cum begin to slide out of her asshole down her pussy. 

"How was the bitch?" Snake asked Chains as the biker pulled his pants up and stuffed himself back inside. 

"Best ass I've had in a long time," Chains laughed, slapping the large cheeks he could not get his eyes off of. 

Magita held Jill's hands as she grunted at the deep, hard ass fuck. Then she felt herself being lifted up to the stage by her hair. She tried to fight, but the two bikers succeeded in forcing her to her knees in front of Jill. She tried to escape, but a boot caught her deep in her right side and she fell to her arms on the floor. Snake grabbed her thighs, knelt her back up, and pulled Jill's head to the large round cheeks.

"Bitch got all messy," he laughed. Then he shoved Jill's face into Magita's cum-coated pussy. "Lick it all clean."

Jill knew not to protest. She knew the routine from so many times before. She began to lick the Snake's cum from her pussy and Chain's cum that had slithered from her asshole. Then she snuck a look toward Snake who she saw was watching Baker Boy assfucking her. She kissed Magita's asshole, then let her tongue peak out and began to lick the inside of her closing anal ring, trying to show her lover any compassion she could.

"I love you," she whispered into the cum-dripping asshole while her own ass was being brutally plowed.

Then Snake reached down and spread Magita's big cheeks apart. 

"Good girl," he sneered. "You got every drop." Then he pulled Jill's head up. "Open."

Jill knew she was to keep the ass-tasting cum in her mouth. Dutifully she opened her mouth and let him see the long strings of cum coating the inside of her mouth and her teeth. 

"You may swallow now," Snake commanded. 

Jill, broken, complied and swallowed the cum she had licked and sucked from Magita's cunt and ass as she moaned under the deep assfucking of Baker Boy. 

A minute later Baker Boy began to squeal and Jill felt him explode in his come up her ass. Snake pushed Magita from the stage, thinking he would get her to "return the favor". 

It was the last mistake he ever made. 

In agony from the kick to her side, her ass burning, she reached out and found her pistol.

"Son of a bitch!" she screamed. And pulled the trigger.

Snake never walked again. The rest of the Avengers scattered but were caught within hours. 

They soon learned that raping an on-duty police officer was capital punishment in Iowa.



Undercover Lover Ch. 05



"I'm so sorry Maggie," Jill cried as the two women sat in the club while the police took the reports and evidence. 

Magita was in no mood for talk, and said so.

"I understand. I'm so sorry you got caught up in this. And that they..."

Magita had already come to terms with her rapes – she knew there was nothing she could do to change what had happened, and as she had counseled victims so many times, that she had to go on with her life. And the memories.

A week later she finally answered one of Jill's daily phone calls.

"Hi, Maggie," the voice said weakly from the other end.

"Hi, Jill," Magita replied. "How are you."

"Sad," Jill responded. "Sad I was responsible for what happened to you."

"It's okay," Magita lied. 

"Can we talk sometime? No pressure, I just want to talk to you."

"That would be nice," Magita found herself saying when what she wanted to say was for Jill to just leave her alone. But she knew there was some unfinished business. At the top of the list was to finally get honesty from Jill about her role in the drug dealing at the club.

"I destroyed the DVD, Maggie," Jill said softly.

"I forgot all about that," Magita said to herself. "Thank you Jill," she said aloud. "But that doesn't change the fact you two set me up."

"I know. And I'm so sorry." 

"How's Gregory?" Magita asked. She had heard the bouncer was still in the hospital from the beating he had received from the bikers. 

"He's back to work, actually," Jill answered with a giggle. "I guess he really needs the money."

"That's good," Magita replied, then turned silent.

"Brian is sorry too. He told me to tell you." Then Jill spoke again. "He wants you to know it was real, Maggie," Jill continued. "He really cares about you and he wanted to go after those bastards himself!"

Magita laughed despite her anger. 

"I don't know if I can ever believe that, Jill. That it was real for him."

"It was, Maggie," Jill replied, then took her turn being silent. 

"You'll have to tell me the truth," Magita spoke after a few moments. "All of it."

"I know," Jill replied in a tiny voice. "And I will. All of it."

"When would you like to meet?" Magita asked. 

"As soon as you are up to it." She knew Magita would not want to go to the club ever again – she had not been back – and asked where they could meet. 

"I can be over there tomorrow night," Magita answered after thinking a few moments. "Jill," she continued, "one word of bullshit and I'm calling you in."

"I understand," Jill responded. "I do."

The next evening Jill opened the door to Magita in a sweatshirt and jeans as she always dressed. For her part Jill was in white shorts and a soft short-sleeve pink sweater. She wanted to look nice for her guest because she owed her that – and so much more.

"I'm so sorry, Maggie," Jill cried as the police detective stepped inside. 

"I don't even want to think about it tonight," Magita replied sternly. She was still partly angry at herself for being in that situation. 

Jill wanted desperately to hug the detective, but she knew better. 

Then she could not hold back the tears. And, needing even just a tiny bit of closeness, she stepped up on her toes and gave Magita's cheek a quick kiss of shared hurt. It was meant as nothing more than a woman's emotions seeking forgiveness. 

Magita suddenly became angry as her own truth welled up inside her. 

She glared at Jill – then her hands flew out and held the sides of Jill's face. Jill was startled and thought the policeman was going to slap her. Instead she felt the detective's lips press against hers firmly in a needed kiss. Jill felt Magita's lips crush against hers as Magita kissed her hard. 

"Is this what you wanted?" Magita asked angrily when she finally pulled away.

"No," Jill responded with a small voice. 

"Can we go outside? It's stuffy in here." 

Jill understood how uncomfortable the detective must be around her after her rapes. She made a pitcher of margaritas and followed Magita outside. They sat on the grass and began to talk about nothing much. 

Then Magita, the policeman, asked.

"Was I wrong to stand up for you, Jill?"

Brown eyes bored deep into her eyes of blue.

"No Maggie. I have never dealt in the club. I know better." 

Magita understood what Jill was saying – that she had been involved in dealing, just not in the club. But busting the club was the point of her investigation, and not something that Jill might have done in the past. And now that they had rounded up all the Avengers and charged them with the rape of a police officer and another woman they were out of the picture. 

"Just make sure I don't have to come back," Magita warned.

Then she saw Jill's eyes fall.

"Does this mean I won't see you anymore?" Jill asked with downcast eyes.

"Why would you want to?" Magita replied. "You got what you wanted." 

Jill knew the policeman was talking about Brian fucking her. 

"It's not what I wanted, Maggie," Jill replied. "I thought it was something you wanted."

The words forced Magita to be honest with herself. She hadn't wanted to fuck Brian, and she had begged him to stop. But she could not deny that she had gotten into it and fucked him back with everything she had.

"And me?" Jill asked.

"What about you?" Magita answered through her confusion.

Jill spoke softly and her hand reached out to the detective's shoulder. 

"If you can honestly say I raped you I'll never bother you again.

"No," Magita had to reply honestly. True, she had been forced to be eaten by Jill - but she had eaten Jill in return on her own. 

"It was so beautiful, Maggie."

Before she could move Jill's lips reached to touch hers. 

Magita knew the kiss was for forgiveness. And for the first time in her life Magita let herself be kissed by a woman. 

"Oh Maggie," she heard Jill moan through the kiss. "I want you. I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you."

Totally confused, Magita was unable to pull back from the soft lips and the soft, tender kiss. 

Magita wanted nothing more than to leave – but she could not. The look of loss in the blue eyes capturing hers overtook her and she let Jill kiss her again.

"Mmm," she heard Jill purr softly. Then she felt Jill's hands leave the sides of her face and move to the front of her sweatshirt. Magita's only reaction was to look at the high wooden fence to make sure no one could see them. 

"You feel so nice, Maggie," Jill said softly. She was looking into Magita's deep brown eyes as her hands closed over the large breasts.

For the second time Magita pulled away as she felt Jill's hands on her breasts. But this time the look of terrible loneliness in Jill's blue eyes caught her. 

"Let me love you, Maggie." She saw Jill look deep into her eyes. "Please." Then the eyes took on a look of sadness and loss. "Just once more."

Confusion tore through Magita. But there was one emotion at the core of her confusion – she needed to know she could still be who she was once.

"Oh Maggie," Jill whispered. "They didn't change me even when they made me do their women. I'm still Jill." She kissed Magita gently on the cheek. "And you will still be Magita." Then Jill suddenly lay her head against Magita's shoulder. "And we will share a secret."

Those few words, delivered in a soft, tender voice that had seen so much abuse, moved the scales for Magita.

"Please," Magita said once, in barely a whisper.

"I promise," Jill replied. "Always." Then the head that had been cradled against her shoulder lifted strong and proud. 

"Let me love you, Maggie." It was a request delivered with Jill's blue eyes.

Magita's only response to was to nod, once, in an emotion she would later identify as shyness.

Jill's hands moved to tenderly hold Magita's face as Jill met her soft, full brown lips with her own soft pink lips. The kiss transcended Magita's inhibitions. It was not a kiss of passionate lovers – that was to come – but a kiss of loving friends. 

And it happened. It had to happen with the way the emotions were pouring through Magita's mind. 

She let her lips open. 

Jill began to cry as she moved her hands to the back of Magita's head and drew her to her. She kissed the accepting woman softly, at first, but when she felt women's strong arms surround her shoulders she could not help but begin to kiss Magita more deeply. 

Long, softly-sucking, moments later, Jill dared go where she so needed to go, now. 

She let her tongue gently peek into Magita's mouth. For an eternity she felt nothing, and was about to pull away – and pull away from this day – but then she felt the tiny touch of Magita's tongue against hers. 

And it began. Jill moaned and slipped her tongue deeper into Magita's mouth. She felt a tongue play gently at hers in return. Her hands pulled Magita's head even closer as her tongue moved deep into Magita's mouth. 

Then Jill asked, without words, the only thing she would ask that day. It was a question that would decide for her if she would continue. She pulled her tongue back and waited, her mouth open as she kissed Magita wetly. 

Seconds later Jill felt a tongue, timid and uncertain, move into her mouth. Jill moaned, again, whispered "thank you Maggie" silently, and began to slowly suck the tongue into her mouth. 

And this time when her hands moved to the front of Magita's sweatshirt there was no reflexive pulling back. There was only a soft moan of a curious woman accepting fully what she was doing.

"Let me love you, Maggie," Jill asked again as her hands moved to the bottom of Magita's sweatshirt. This time there was no hesitation in the taller woman. Jill smiled as Magita's arms raised. Jill broke their kiss only long enough to pull Magita's sweatshirt over her head. Then she returned to the soft, wet, succulent lips. 

And this time when Magita again felt a woman's hands on her bra-encased breasts there was no feeling of revulsion. There was only a feeling of soft hands on her warmth. 

And this time when Magita felt the fingers at the clasps of her bra there was only wanting the lips that moved to her left breast. To her surprise, Magita's hand went to Jill's head as the shorter woman began to gently suck at her breast like a baby. To her surprise her nipple did not immediately grow hard. 

But to her surprise she moaned softly as she felt the tender lips on her. Then Magita smiled as Jill's left hand began to gently finger her right breast as she sucked softly on her left. 

And, seconds later, Magita again moaned – as she felt Jill's lips begin to gently suck the nipple that now had become thick and half an inch long. Magita purred as she felt the gentle fingers on one breast and the soft sucking lips, then tongue, making love to her other breast.

Then Magita knew this was wrong. This was so very wrong. She closed her eyes to the electric sensations of the lips and tongue on her rock-hard nipple – and moved her hands to the buttons of Jill's sweater. 

"You don't have to Maggie," she heard Jill whisper softly. 

"Shh," Magita replied, wanting to hear nothing but the soft intakes of breath each time she slid a button free. With a sudden sense of urgency she shoved the sweater down Jill's arms, surprising Jill and bringing back for an instant the memory of the so-many times she had been stripped against her will. But then she felt shaking, timid fingers reach to the back of her own bra. Jill relaxed, and let herself be stripped - this time by a needing lover.

There was something Magita was curious about, something that would determine for her if this would continue. She drew Jill close to her, needing to feel a woman's naked breasts against hers. It was everything she needed. The breasts she felt were soft and warm, the heart beating underneath building in want. 

She let Jill lower them to their knees. Kneeling, she again purred at the lips that returned to suck on her rock-hard nipple. Then she felt Jill's fingers slide into her sweatpants where her ass met her hips. Only for a moment did Magita want to stop, when Jill began to slowly push her sweatpants down. But only for a moment. 

She let Jill gently leverage her body to the ground. She could not raise her hips – she just could not – but she did not resist as Jill slowly drew her sweatpants down her thick, strong brown thighs. She saw Jill's eyes grow wide when she saw the white thong she had worn.

"Oh Maggie," she heard Jill purr as she saw the woman taking in the white silk view. Then Magita closed her eyes as she felt the back of Jill's hand in the waistband of her thong. 

And in a moment she was naked. 

"Do you want me to?" Jill asked, knowingly. She saw Magita nod shyly and Jill unbuttoned her own shorts. Jill smiled as she slid down her shorts and g-string. Jill's eyes grew wide again as she saw Magita looking at her trimmed pussy. 

Then Jill went to her knees. Her hands gently moved Magita's thighs apart, seeking permission from the brown eyes of confusion but want. 

"Let me love you, Maggie," Jill whispered yet again. 

Then she lowered her face to the pussy she so desperately needed and wanted. 

Jill immediately began to lap at Magita's soft brown lips with long licks of her tongue, moving from Magita's asshole to the apex of soft black hair.

"You taste nice," Jill had to say. Then she returned to slowly licking the soft pussy revealed to her. Expertly, Jill's teeth began to gently tug at the almost grey Puerto Rican pussy lips as her tongue moved over the wettening cuntlips. 

Then, as she had been forced so many times to do, but now wanted to do caringly, she worked her neck to press her tongue into Magita's pussy. Jill began to slowly tongue-fuck the wonderfully sweet-tasting pussy hole.

"Mmmm," Magita purred, surprising her. Jill felt the woman under her try to move to give her something. 

But there was nothing Jill wanted for herself. She wanted only one thing – to make her lover come.

"Let me love you," Jill murmered as her upper lip began to tease the soft hood while her tongue fought to slip even deeper into the damp cunthole. 

Magita began to moan as Jill ate her with abandon. Seconds later Magita uttered a soft moan as Jill's teeth began to pull on her clit.

Then she felt the tip of Jill's tongue. And Magita lost it.

She felt her hips begin to move, and her thighs squeeze Jill's head as she whimpered under the loving ministrations of Jill's tongue on her hardening clit. 

"Come for me, darling," Magita heard Jill beg. Then the tongue began to tease her clit with urgency. Magita bucked and moaned as she felt raw electricity flow through her clit. 

"Oh god," Magita cried out. The tongue on her clit was relentless..

"Oh GOD!" Magita cried out again, loudly. "Oh god Jill!" she moaned as the stroking tongue took her closer to her shattering come. Jill could barely breathe from the thighs clamped around her head forcing her face deep into the sopping-wet pussy. 

Jill didn't care if she suffocated. All she cared about was bringing her lover to the screaming orgasm she so desperately needed. 

"Oh GODDDD!" Magita screamed as she exploded in orgasm. 

Then her thighs went limp.

"Ahh ahh ahh ahhhh!" Magita moaned as her come overtook everything in her.

"I love you, darling" Jill said strongly as her tongue licked the quivering clit on last, loving, caring time. 

Magita was still bucking from her impossibly hard orgasm, but she could not let this be the end. She used her strength to draw Jill's body up hers until the smaller woman's pussy was over her face. She closed her hands over the soft ass cheeks and drew Jill's pussy to her mouth. 

Jill did not want this. She desperately did not want this. 

But she could not resist. Not this. She looked down into Magita's wide-opened brown eyes even brighter in the glow of her orgasm.

"Maggie?" she offered, once. 

Jill's tender plea to let Magita accept what she had given her, and ask for nothing in return, was met with a gentle kiss upon her cuntlips. 

That was all it took. Jill moaned as she felt Magita begin to eat her. It was clumsy and unknowing how – but it was the most wonderful feeling Jill had ever had sexually. 

Jill's hands moved to tenderly hold Magita's head. Not in pushing and taking, but in caring and affection. 

Her head raised and her eyes closed as she began to move her hips over the sucking lips. Only once did her eyes open – when she felt a tongue move to timidly lick her asshole. 

"Thank you Maggie," she whispered as she felt Magita begin to eat her asshole. She closed her eyes again and let Magita do what she wanted. 

To her shock Jill began to press her now-needing pussy firmly against the lips quivering on her. She immediately was angry at herself, thinking Magita would think she was taking. But the instant her hips began to press downward the tongue that had been on her asshole moved to her cunthole. She felt Magita begin to tongue-fuck her and Jill could no longer control herself. She thrashed and screamed as Magita tongued her pussy. 

Then she felt lips, uncertain and timid, close over her clit. Jill whispered "oh yes, lover!" as she felt her own orgasm build. 

Long, tender, precious moments later she felt herself come in the inexperienced mouth that sought her come. 

That night Magita naked lay in bed with Jill, holding the soft woman's body that had known so much abuse and did not care about time, or what anyone would think, or about tomorrow – or if tomorrow ever came.