Well Hung
By Stevesaint
Used by permission of the author's estate
� 2006 STEVESAINT
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Day 1
I watch the video with equal parts horror and fascination.� What I see changes my life.
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There are five�no, make it six girls of various ages�a couple look like young teenagers, surrounding the naked guy.� They appear to be in a clearing in the woods, near a large oak.� The women are naked too.� Hookers?� The man is middle-aged pudgy, but not fat.� He�s got a decent sized cock, but no matter what the girls do he can�t seem to get it up.� His face shows excitement, but his member doesn�t.� Viagra, anyone?�I laugh at the thought.� Probably just nerves, yet I imagine if I had all these young ladies all over me, I�d be as hard as a rock.� The girls stroke his cock with their hands and their breasts before this big-boned Amazon blonde takes the shaft into her mouth and sucks greedily, but nothing�s working.� The girls look impatient.
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I wish the sound quality of the video was better.� I can hear wind sounds, and snippets of what they�re saying, but can�t pick up any clues to who they are, or where they�re filming.� One of the more voluptuous of the women whispers something in the guy�s ear and he gives her a nervous nod of his head.� While she steps out of camera range, the other girls intensify their futile effort to get him hard.� I�m puzzled when the whisperer returns to him with a couple of thick sections of dark rope.� The rope looks like those velvet ropes they use in banks and movie theater queues, though not quite as thick.�
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She whispers to him again then ties one rope around his neck.� She appears to tighten the impromptu noose, all the while nibbling at the guy�s ear and rubbing her tits on his back.� The rest of the girls start to twitter and giggle because the man�s cock finally starts to stiffen.� Evidently, the�what do they call it, autoerotic asphyxiation I think?�is working.� He�s too happy with the result to challenge one of the girls when she binds his hands behind his back with the other section of rope.� The choking continues, and his erection grows, though he still isn�t quite pointing to the sky yet.� Surreptitiously, the big blonde slips behind him and throws the long end of the first rope over an overhead limb of the oak tree.� Whisperer catches the end while still nuzzling the guy�s neck.
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�Oh, shit,� I mutter out loud in the empty squad-room office.� They�re really going to do it to the poor bastard.� Suddenly the big blond hugs him around the midsection and lifts him off the ground as her partner, the Whisperer, quickly ties off the rope�s end on a lower branch.� The guy�s legs thrash and scissor, his toes frantically trying to reach the ground six or seven inches away.� All the women go nuts when they see his cock is swelled and purple right along with his jutting tongue.� I guess I always thought the �well hung� story a myth, but here it is before me on the TV screen.�
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The guy�s cock is amazingly rigid and bigger than I thought it could ever get.� As the kicking abates, his body spasms and suddenly stream after stream of semen come spurting out of his swollen erection.� The girls start to hoot and holler, running around under the spraying cum like kids through a sprinkler on a hot summer day.� He kept twitching and spurting until his last heartbeat.� The girls are soaked in the guy�s cum and begin rubbing it all over themselves and each other, oblivious to the dead man�s released bowels.� Before long, they�re on the ground, arms, legs and tongues entwined almost as one.�
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Their orgasmic cries are the first distinctly identifiable sounds that the camera picks up before an unseen hand turns it off.
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Day 3
The tape was found when we raided a �known house of prostitution� earlier in the week.� Most of the videotapes we found on the premises were the basic john/hooker sex episodes�from the looks of the background, filmed right there.� The snuff tape was different.� None of the four arrested women were in that clearing.� We�ve got detectives running all over the city with carefully edited stills taken from the tape, trying to find out where it was filmed, and if it was genuine.� We don�t even know if it was in this city.� No body has turned up yet.
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We got the call later that afternoon.� A naked body is found hanging in a local park by a jogger�a woman�s body.� What the hell is going on?
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I arrived at the same time as the coroner and the forensics people.� She was still hanging from the tree, a short distance from the normal path.� I�m stunned by how she looks.� A thin, angular brunette, maybe 25, with cute, round, upturned breasts and a shaved pubic mound.� She�s hanging by some type of brown rope, tied crudely around her neck.� Her face is dark pink, but not as bloated and discolored as you might expect.� She hadn�t been here long.� What were bloated were her labia.� Swollen, red, and protruding, her pussy lips are distended way more than any I�ve ever seen.� Was this natural, or caused by the hanging?� Her hands aren�t tied!� Did she go willingly in some strange sex-game, or did she fight to her last breath not to succumb to the grip of the noose?�� I can�t see from here if she has any abrasions on her hands.� The autopsy will tell.� I can�t get the images from the videotape out of my mind�is this girl somehow connected to that?� Do girls get off on this hanging stuff, too?� Questions and more questions...but no answers yet.� I looked around at the other cops and techs on the scene and was surprised to see bulges in the front of uniform pants, but then realized I had a hard-on myself.� A naked woman, and death�we men are strange creatures.
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The first responding officer seems to be the only one who touched her so far.� With no vital signs, and the look of death so blatant, he made the correct call not to cut her down.� The coroner was now on the scene, and after a cursory check, gave the order.� One crime scene technician climbed the tree to untie the rope.� She was lowered with the makeshift noose still tied around her neck, and immediately wrapped like so much meat in order to preserve any trace evidence still clinging to her lifeless body.� Crime scene technicians comb the area for clues but I doubt they�ll find much.
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We weren�t even done processing the scene when one of the uniformed officers cries out �Oh shit, we�ve got another one� from the other side of the clearing.�
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We all rush over to find a nude woman lying face down in tall grass, a broken length of brown rope tied around her neck.� The coroner quickly checks for vitals and hollers �Get those EMTs back here, quick!��
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This one is miraculously still alive; saved by a length of shit-for-quality rope.� I can�t help it...I get another erection looking at her.� She�s got a fantastic body.� My first thought: got to be a stripper...I can picture her great legs wrapped around the stage pole.� Her shaved-bald vulva glistens in the afternoon sun.� I have to stop looking, and somehow hide my hard-on.� The paramedics do their thing and quickly get her onto a gurney, and although they have a difficult time wheeling the thing out of the park, soon they�re in the ambulance and speeding off to the hospital.� Before they hustled off, I got a good look at her face.� Although puffy and purplish-red, I see she�s one of the gals in the video.
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Day 5
Two days later she�s still in a coma.� No sign of the hanged guy anywhere and we haven�t got an I.D. on the hanged girl yet.� The precinct�no, the whole city�is in an uproar.� Nothing like death mixed with a hint of kinky sex to get people talking.� The videotape is kept locked up in the lieutenant�s office�if it ever got out we�d all lose our jobs for sure.� Only certain people have seen the whole thing, including yours truly, and a police technician who culled the still images of the scenery and participants from the tape for identification if they ever turned up.� So far, only one has turned up, and she�s in a coma.
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Day 8
Another gal is found, naked, hanging from a tree.� This time, a woman out for a walk found her near the back wall of a local cemetery.� How appropriate. �When we arrive at the scene, it was clear the uniforms were having a tough time keeping the TV and press cameras away from the body.� Guaranteed someone will slip by, and a picture will end up in a tabloid very soon.�
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I probably shouldn�t have been surprised when I recognized, even with all the discoloring, that this is the one I thought of as the Blond Amazon in the video.� �Reap what you shall sow,� or however the saying goes, I think.� What a waste of woman-flesh.� She was a big girl, but very well proportioned, especially in the chest.� Definitely was a head-turner, but not now; the only thing turning now is her body, buffeted by the wind.� I want to scream.� Nothing about what�s happening makes any sense to me.� Is this sex gone horribly wrong?�
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The experts cut her down.� Life goes on.
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Day 9
Finally: an autopsy report on victim number one (we can�t count the guy in the video...he hasn�t turned up yet to make him �official�).� No hand abrasions, she was gone before she even had a chance for second thoughts.� No other anomalies.� The Jane Doe hanged, that�s it.� The ME couldn�t rule out suicide, which I realize we would have all automatically believed to be the case, if we hadn�t seen the snuff tape first.
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The most unusual finding was from her nether regions.� The ME found �copious fluids...including mucus...Bartholin�s gland secretions at the vaginal opening,� and �mucus from other sources.�� He also noted �labial distention...tumefied labia majora and minora...appearance of...high state of arousal...exacerbated by...blood flow restriction.�� I may not know what all the words mean, but I can see that this girl came, and came hard, just before she died.� The DNA tests will take a while, but I bet they�ll find the �other sources� will mean the pussy juices weren�t just hers.� She must have been as wet as an ocean between her legs, since even when her bladder released, it didn�t wash all the �fluids� away.� My, oh my!�� I read somewhere the French call a strong orgasm �le petite mort,� or �little death.�� Well, hers was followed by the big one.
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Day 10
Another one: at least this one wasn�t found outdoors.� The super of an apartment complex got some reports of strange noises coming from what should have been an empty unit.� When he went to investigate, he found her.� She was naked and hanging from the overhead light fixture.� Oh, man, another great bod wasted.� Her tits are big and proudly pointing outward; too bad the only one now who�ll feel them will be the Medical Examiner.
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Day 11
An uneventful (which translates into �frustrating� to a detective) day is almost gone when I got the call from the hospital.� The survivor�the only hanged gal not on a slab at the morgue�is out of her coma and may be able to tell us what�s going on.� I rush over to interview her.
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She says she can�t remember anything about what happened.
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�I�m sorry, Miss, but you were found naked in a park with a rope around your neck...almost dead...and you can�t remember?�� I thought the amnesia thing only happened on daytime soaps.
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She�s pretty, and I remember how nice her body looked when we found her, but she still says she can�t remember what happened or how she got there that day.
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I�ll come back tomorrow.
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Day 12
She looks a lot better today.
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�You look a lot better today, Miss...� I look down at my notes.� �...Miss Lincoln...have you remembered anything since yesterday.�
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She smiles up at me from her hospital bed. �You don�t need to use that tone of voice with me, Detective.� I�d like to cooperate; I really would...if I could remember...�� Her voice trails off a bit.� �And, by the way, my name is Sarah�I CAN remember that at least.�
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I must admit, I�m distracted by her beauty.� I shuffled through my notes more to steady my nerves than to organize my next questions.� I kept asking in different ways, polishing off my keen detective�s ability to paraphrase, seeing if I could possibly trip her up.� No success; she continued to �not remember� anything that led her to be naked and nearly hanged in a city park.� Remembering a rape case from a couple of years ago, I ask her if when she feels better we might arrange for her to be hypnotized.� Hypnosis helped us put the rapist away.� Maybe in this case we could answer why Miss Sarah Lincoln almost died.� She agrees.� That�s a good sign.
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Day 14
The desk sergeant comes sprinting up to the squad-room holding a manila envelope.� Shit, not another tape?
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It is.� There goes my morning.
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The Lieutenant, myself and another detective watch the video in a darkened room.� Just as in the previous tape but indoors this time, several woman coax a guy to be strangled in order to �heighten� his experience.� Before he even knows what�s happening, they�ve got him strung up from the large room�s chandelier, kicking about wildly and fighting to stay alive as the women stroke his purplish and swollen member to orgasm.� As with the heretofore unidentified first victim, his cumming is prodigious, spewing rope after rope of semen high into the air, showering the women.� They screech with glee, which is really the only sound we can make out from the poor quality audio on the tape.� The tape ends so we�re spared the sight of his last death throes at the end of the velvet rope.
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We scour the crime reports to see if anyone missing matches the description of the guy in the video, but we find nothing.� I agree with the Lieutenant that one of the women looks familiar and may be in the earlier video, but we can�t say for sure.� A tech rips some grainy stills of the women from the tape.� I�ll be meeting with Ms. Lincoln tomorrow. �Maybe I can jog her memory if she knows any of these gals.� Sarah has been discharged from the hospital.� I�ll be seeing her at her apartment.
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Day 15
She doesn�t recognize any of the women.� Of course, she could be lying, but I don�t see it in her eyes and I�m usually a good liar-detector.�
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Her apartment is simple yet classy.� Not overly decorated as some single women tend to do.� Classy�that�s the right word and I�m proud I thought of it, as I settle into one of her chairs.� She�s sitting on the sofa that�s facing me.� Her legs will distract me while we talk.� Concentrate, I think to myself.
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�Are you sure that none of these women look familiar?� Take your time, Miss Lincoln.�
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She raises her eyes from the pictures to me, and smiling says, �Please call me Sarah, Detective.� And as far as time goes, I�m in no hurry.� I like the company.�
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�Okay, Sarah, and you can call me Jack.�� She�s flirting with me and I�m about to flirt back.� Damn, I have to keep my composure until we figure out if she�s either a victim or a perpetrator.� �I want you to take as long as you need.�
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�Some things you just don�t want to rush, is that right, Jack?� I always take my time.��
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No need to decipher that clue.
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She eventually says she doesn�t recognize anyone and hands the pictures back to me.� �You know something, Detective...I mean Jack,� she says, smiling at me.� �Some hazy memories are starting to come to me.� Nothing substantial yet, but maybe if I could look at those again tomorrow, say over a cup of coffee, I might remember something.�� Her hand lightly brushes mine, the one with the photos.� I do want to see her again, case or no case.� We set a coffee date for tomorrow morning.
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Day 16
At her favorite coffee shop, I sip mine black while she indulges in a latte something-or-other.� Following some small talk, she once again peruses the assembly of photos.
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�No...I�m so sorry, Jack...none of these women stir any memory in me.� I don�t think I know any of them.� I�m sorry.�
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No, I�m the one who�s sorry.� I want to tell her �but you said� yet that would sound childish.� When she hands me back the pictures, she again brushes my hand.� I knew then that we�d be together in bed before the day was over.
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Day 17
I was off by one day.� She called and asked me if I could come over that evening because she was �remembering some things� and wanted to talk it over.� The ever-intrepid detective (who hasn�t has sex in a while) was eager to �talk� with her.�
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The squad was perplexed and getting despondent with two weeks gone by and no clues beside the two tapes.� I should have been as pessimistic as the rest of my fellow officers, but instead, one look at Sarah when she opened the door automatically made the world a better place.� She looked ravishing.
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She told me a few things about her �memories� but really added nothing to the investigation.� Soon came the �Okay if I get more comfortable?� and �Would you like a drink?�
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When the two converged, that�s to say when we were on our third cocktail and she was comfortable in a slinky silk pajama number, there were no illusions of what was to come.� In her bedroom, she nearly ripped my suit off.� In nanoseconds we were naked, kissing and writhing on the big bed.
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�My, my, the big detective does have a big gun, doesn�t he?�� She breathlessly murmurs.� �Fuck me, Jack.� I need it bad.�
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When I whisper that I didn�t have a condom, she says more adamantly, �No, no...Just fuck me NOW.
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I couldn�t obey because she didn�t give me a chance.� Before I could move she was on top of me and impaling herself on my rigid shaft.� She rode me with reckless abandon, her head back and grunting on every thrust.� Her grunts turned to groans before becoming screams.� I�ve never fucked a screamer like her.� She came wetly, soaking my cock and balls.� I think my awe of her performance actually took my mind away from my own pleasure since I haven�t cum yet.
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When she dismounts, she looks quizzically at my glistening wet but still rock-solid cock and asks, �You didn�t cum?�
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�No...Not yet.�� I smiled.� �I loved yours, though.�
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�Well, in that case, I want some more.�� With that, she pulls me atop her, spreading her legs high and wide.� My pace is slow and deliberate at first.� Her legs grasp my ass in a death-grip as she thrusts her hips to meet each thrust of mine.� She�s a loud one.�
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Her moans are almost deafening me, but suddenly she stops moaning and breathlessly says, �Put your hands around my neck, please...choke me now...NOW.�
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�W...What?�
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�Hands (breath)...choke (breath)...now (breath)...PLEASE.�
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A corner of my mind registers that this is confirmation: she does play a part in this thing after all.� My hands close around her throat as I continue to pump into her.� I�m going to cum soon, I feel it.� As my impending orgasm wells up I look at her face to see that her eyes have rolled up in their sockets and her face is beet red.� In seconds her whole body shakes in one massive convulsion, starting in her pussy and radiating outward like the aftershocks of a big earthquake.� Her hips twitch as her legs clamp down even harder on my ass.� One solitary �Ughhhh� escapes her nearly unbreathing mouth to join the convulsion of her massive orgasm.� I let go stream upon stream deep into her, my ejaculatory spasms lost within the spasms of her rippling and gushing vagina.
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Lying curled together on the bed, she�s first to break the post-orgasmic silence.� �That, Detective Jack, was the BEST DAMNED fuck I ever had!�� She lets out a huge sigh before adding, �I don�t think I ever came that hard before in my entire life.�
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Not much for me to say right now, so I don�t; but she does, saying �Thank you.�
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Her memory hasn�t improved, but we took care of her libido�and mine.
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Day 18
I review the facts:
- The only living person connected to the case we�ve been able to identify so far is Sarah Lincoln.
- She claims to remember nothing of the events that led to her being found naked and half-dead in the park that day, a broken piece of rope around her neck.
- She claims not to know any of the women from both snuff videos.
- Sarah Lincoln likes to be choked to intensify her orgasms.
- I want to fuck Sarah Lincoln again and again.
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I do have other detecting to do, so I try pushing thoughts of doing Sarah as far back in my mind as I can.
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Day 19
I have a date with Sarah tonight.� No illusion today about whether this is part of what we�re calling around the precinct �The Well Hung Case��this is personal.
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When evening comes, so do we.� After a pleasant (and expensive!) dinner, we return to her apartment where we get right down to business.� I�m fucking her doggie-style when she turns her face to me and pleads, �Fuck my ass...I need to be filled there!�� My cock is already lubricated from being in her copiously wet pussy, so I don�t hesitate poking the head into her anus.� She swoons, moaning loudly at this initial stretching of her sphincter.� I slowly slide the length of me into her ass until I�m buried deep within her rectum, and then begin my rhythmic attack.� She�s louder now than before and I�m wondering if the neighbors can hear her.� Her tight anus is wringing my cock and I climax quickly, one last thrust and I spew.� I�m not sure if she came, but she seems content enough.� At first.� But soon she�s teasing my sated cock with her fingers and lips trying to spur me to another go-round.� I must say, she�s truly �convincing� since I�m hard again.
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Like the first time we fucked, she takes the top and rides me.� Her motions are indeed like those of a cowboy riding a bucking bronco�up and down, backward and forward, up and down.� Before long she�s shrieking and convulsing in sweet agony.� I panic for a second when she suddenly places her hands at my throat and squeezes, though I quickly realize she doesn�t have the strength in her hands to really suffocate me.� Her choking does have an effect: my sight is blurred and I�m very light-headed from the reduction in oxygen.� And, oh yes, my cock feels like it�s swelling up somehow inside her.� I cum immediately, my whole insides feeling like they�re shooting out of me along with my ejaculate.
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�Did you like it?� She asks.� �
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I did.
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When I remind her of the connection between asphyxiation and my case, she laughs and says, �That�s silly, Jack.� You know I have nothing to do with that, don�t you?�
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When I remind her she was found naked with a rope around her neck, she answers, �If I remembered anything about being there that day, you know I�d tell you.� Please don�t throw that at me, seeing what we have together.�
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What do we have together, except great sex?
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Day 21
It�s been three weeks since we received the first video tape and now nothing�s happening at all.� No new leads and no new tapes or bodies (thank God for the last one).� Therefore I was pleased for two reasons when I got the call from Sarah saying she wanted to see me.� She tells me she still doesn�t remember anything, but her friend Diane thinks she knows one of the women on the second tape.� I�m right on it.
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Diane turns out to be this gorgeous slinky creature, angular like a runway model.� Right away I detect (see, those great detective powers I have!) that something�s going on between these two.� After I interview Diane, writing down the name of the woman she �thinks� is one of the video vixens, the conversation turns to other issues.
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�Sarah tells me you carry a big gun, Detective.� Is that true?�� She says while staring at my groin.
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�You can call me Jack, but I�m not showing you my gun.�� I laugh.
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�Oh, come on, Jack...wouldn�t you like to share your gun with both of us?�� Sarah chimes in.
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A threesome...that�s interesting.� I say, �I�m not sure if it�s safe to let both of you touch my gun. It might go off prematurely.�
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Sarah says, �I think everything will be fine.� You sure seem to know how to control your gun very well.�
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Within five minutes we were in bed.
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They take turns sucking my cock while I massage their clits with fingers and tongue.� Our entwined bodies soon align to the point that I�m alternating between willing thighs.� I fuck one, then the other, until we�re all grunting and cumming.� Spent, we fall to the bed and bathe in the afterglow of our coupling.� (Can three people still �couple� I think to myself?)
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I�ll check on the name Diane gave me tomorrow.� Tonight I got it up once more and fucked a greedy Diane while Sarah looked on and fingered herself to another screaming orgasm.
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Day 22
I delicately interview the woman whose name Diane provided me.� I say delicately since I can�t let on to her the nature of my inquiry until I can figure out if she�s really a suspect.� Her name is Gertrude.� It turns out that she�s been out of town for several weeks, and based on other things she told me, I don�t believe she�s the hanging women.� For one thing, she�s a bit older than all the women on the tapes, and secondly, she exudes asexuality.� I mean, she strikes me as someone who has no need nor desire for sex�a cold fish�and the �Well Hung� case is in my mind all sexual.
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Was the whole �name� thing a ploy to get the three of us into bed?� I need to call Sarah and somehow bitch to her about keeping our sex separate from my case.� When I call, she tells me she�s remembering some things and would like me to come over (D�j� vu?)
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I tell her I�ll be over tomorrow night.
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Day 23
The squad-room is jumpy.� We all figure that whoever is sending us the tapes�and baiting us�is due to send another.� The entire squad feels it, yet our apparent powerlessness is making things worse.� We�re all on edge.
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After my shift was done and before I was to see Sarah, I went with a couple of the other guys to the local watering hole and we consumed too many Guinnesses.� By the time I arrived at Sarah�s door I was both morose and stewed.�� She talked a while about some of her �hazy� returning memories, but they really didn�t amount to much.� Our sex was fantastic, but I was tiring of the memory charades.� She�s either playing me or she�s not; I just want it to end.
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Too many glasses of stout and I�m having a hard time getting it up.� Sarah lets a hint of her frustration slip through her fa�ade, but basically she�s hiding it well.
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She reaches to get something from the floor where my clothes lie, then coos, �OOOh, why don�t we see if we can play some cop games to get things looking up.�� Before I know it she�s got my wrists handcuffed behind my back.
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She goes back to fingering and sucking my cock, but with my mind in a brew-fog and my arms pinned at my back, my cock remains dormant.� I�m shocked when a naked Diane appears in the doorway.� Amazingly, I can clearly see the liquid of her arousal running down her inner thighs.� She joins Sarah on the bed next to me, but instead of ministering to me, the two women lock into a 69, snaking tongues probing and pussy juices splashing.
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After they came, they both looked at me and my mostly flaccid member.� Diane says, �Most men get real hot when they see two women fucking.� I guess it doesn�t work with big detectives.� What do you think, Jack?�
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�I think you should un-cuff me and maybe I can fuck you proper.�
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�Not with that wilted thing, you can�t,� says Sarah.
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Diane then says, �Maybe we�ve known the secret all along,� giving Sarah a conspiratorial wink.
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Just then I hear a door open, one I believed to be to a closet but I guess I was wrong.� Straining to turn my body over my handcuffed arms, I�m totally shocked to see Gertrude standing there.� I believe I completely misread her sexuality.� I started to get scared.� Gertrude was all decked out in black lace and gartered stockings and no panties.� She too had liquid running down the inside of one thigh.� She also had something behind her back.� She smiled wickedly as she slowly revealed the rope in her hand.� It was thick velvet cord, and it looked familiar.
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�Why, girls, you weren�t fibbing when you said he had a magnificent cock.�� Gertrude says as she walks toward the bed.� �Let�s see if we can�t do something about its present sad state.�
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There was a sturdy looking wall sconce high above the head of the bed.� I wonder if it will hold my weight.� No matter how much I kick and squirm, the women eventually subdue me and tie the rope around my neck.� The other end goes up and around the sconce.
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While Gertrude and Diane struggle to lift me, Sarah, with the end of the rope in her grasp, whispers in my ear, �You know, Detective, I�m starting to remember more and more every minute...�
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As I�m lifted up by the rope and the two women, I finally see the video camera perched upon the dresser.� It must be running.� My last hope is that they can�t lift me high enough to get my feet off the bed.� That hope is dashed when Sarah, with Gertrude�s help, pushes the bed aside.� I�m going to die.� Just before I black out however, I feel my feet touch the floor once again.� Above the rushing wind sound that fills my ears, I hear the ladies squeal with delight.� My buddy is at full erection.
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I barely hear Gertrude when she says, �I think I�d like to try this one out myself, before...�
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The girls lower me a little more until my knees buckle, though the makeshift noose is still constricting blood flow and my brain is almost starved of its needed supply.� Gertrude is a tall woman, so she�s at a good height to fuck me against the wall.� She grasps my swollen unit and guides it into her easily.� She pounds against me, smacking me against the wall with every thrust to the point my cuffed wrists and hands have gone numb from the assault.
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Though not a screamer like Sarah, she�s a loud one too.� Her long orgasmic �Aaaaaaahhhhhh� echoes within the bedroom walls.
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When she moves away from me and the wall, she asks the other two, �Is he a cummer?�
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They both make shrugging motions as they start pulling on the rope again until my feet are off the floor.� As my eyesight dims I try desperately to find the floor with my toes, but I can�t.� Just before everything goes black, I barely hear all three voices chirp with glee at the same moment I feel something release in my groin.�
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I can feel the spasms.� I�ve never cum so much in my life.
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Day 24
The precinct is abuzz.� Another tape has arrived. �Where�s Jack?� The Lieutenant shouts.
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