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CHAPTER EIGHT

Bart came through the door, stopped in his tracks. "Well, I'll be a Goddamn…" His face broke into a broad horny grin. His eyes quickly found Tiffany's gorgeous ass. "Damn!"

Dreamy-eyed, Tiffany turned her head and smiled drunkenly at Bart. "Hi," she giggled. "I was just getting acquainted with your brother."

"I can see that," Bart said. He waved to his brother. "I told you she was dynamite."

His spent cock still buried inside Tiffany's pussy, Larry grinned. "She's better than dynamite, Bart."

Tiffany squirmed on Larry's cock. "You two guys will give me a swelled head." She saw Bart pull out a bottle of rum from the desk drawer. "How about a drink for me?"

"Me too," Larry said. "I worked up a real thirst fucking this bitch."

Bart poured the drinks into three paper cups. "I'm not a waiter. You'll have to come and get them."

"Unnnn," Tiffany moaned as she eased her pussy off Larry's cock. She fell back on the sofa, legs spread, cum oozing from her cunt. "I think I'm all fucked out."

Bare from the waist down, Larry pulled himself up. His cock, limp and sticky, was still a formidable sight, lying against his thick thigh like a giant sleeping snake. "It would take more than one fuck to tire you out," Larry said, joining his brother at the desk.

"C'mon," Bart said. He leered hungrily at Tiffany's naked body. An image of her gorgeous ass was etched in his brain. "Have a drink."

Tiffany moaned as she pulled herself to her feet. "I'm weak." She strolled over to the desk. Being naked in the presence of two men was a blast, an exciting change of pace.

She perched her bare ass on the corner of the desk and took the paper cup filled with rum. "Mmmmm, it gets my blood stirring again." She gave the two brothers a sexy smile.

Bart rubbed her thigh. "I hope you can stick around for a while," he said, sipping the potent rum.

"I'm in no rush," she said. Larry was rubbing her other leg and she reveled in the attention of the two detectives.

"You're getting me hot again," she sighed. She leaned back, tits jutting out, legs spread, her ass on the desk. "God, I must be crazy, doing this."

"Cock crazy," Larry suggested. He grabbed one tit and squeezed.

"Ooooo," she sighed. "Gimme a sip." She opened her mouth.

Bart brought the cup to her lips. "Whatever you want, baby!"

Tiffany gulped, the fiery liquid burning a patch to her belly. It spread, warming her insides. "Delicious."

"Did Larry show you the pictures?" Bart caressed her other tit.

"Uh-huh," she said, licking her lips. "I'm going to nail his ass to the cross." The booze had made her lightheaded. "Gimme some more of that fire water." She opened her mouth, liked the idea of being manhandled by two men as they fed her booze. "I'm thirsty."

Bart poured more rum into her cup and brought it to her open mouth. "Drink up, baby."

Tiffany swallowed. The booze, combined with their groping hands, had her head reeling. "I'm on fire," she gasped. "Christ."

"Maybe I can help," Bart said. He looked at his brother and snickered.

Tiffany was sprawled out on top of the desk. "I hope so. I need to be fucked again."

She didn't believe her own words. It was as if she were caught in a storm and couldn't escape. Her unleashed passion had her doing things she never would have done before. She couldn't stop herself. Everything was snowballing.

She looked up at the two grinning brothers. "I need a cock in me." She licked her lips. "How about you, Bart?" She looked at Larry's limp prick. "Your brother's not ready yet." She writhed lewdly, feeding on the horny stares, their exploring hands.

Bart grabbed her hand, put it on his crotch. "Take my cock out."

Lying on the desk, legs spread, with both men playing with her, she pulled down Bart's zipper. "Mmmm, I can't get enough of you guys." She grabbed his prick and pulled it out.

"Whewwww. Stick that cock in me!"

"I've fucked your mouth," Bart said, "and Larry here christened your pussy. I guess that just leaves your asshole."

"Oh, Christ, Bart. My asshole's not built for your Goddamn cock. You'll rip me apart."

"Bullshit," Larry said. "You can take it."

Tiffany stared at Larry, who had just plopped into the chair behind the desk. A drunken smile played at her mouth. She turned her head to Bart on the other side of the desk. "You're too big, honey." She squirmed her ass. "My pussy is ripe and ready." She brought her hands down to her sopping cunt gash. "Right here, Bart. Inside my cunt."

"Sorry, baby." He stroked his boner through his fist. "Larry's already fucked your cunt. I like my holes tight and dry." He looked at his brother. "Right?"

Larry was comfortable in the big chair. "I told you, Tiffany, Bart's an asshole man."

Tiffany was in agony, passionate agony. She stared at Bart's huge cock and swooned. She knew his big fucker would rip her ass open, but she needed his prick too much to care how she got it. "Okay," she gasped, giving in. "You can fuck my ass – but only if it doesn't hurt. Okay?"

"Sure, baby," Bart assured her.

"If I tell you to stop, you'll stop?" Her big dark eyes were glassy.

"Sure. You say the word and I'll fuck your cunt instead."

"Ooooo, God, I think I'm insane." She writhed on the desk. "Pull me up."

Bart took her hand, tugged. "Turn around, baby." He licked his lips. "I've been thinking about this since you sucked me off."

A lewd smile spread over her flushed face. "Just remember what you promised."

"I will," he said, leering at her bare ass. As she bent over the desk, he grinned at his brother.

"Do it slow," she panted. Her legs were spread, stiff. She gripped the edges of the desk, holding tightly, her upper body angled over it, almost parallel to the flat surface. "Don't hurt me."

"Not a chance," Bart said. He stared at her long parted legs his eyes traveling up to her ass cheeks. He gulped. Her ass was vulnerable, exquisite, ready for fucking. "You're gonna love every minute of it."

Tiffany shuddered involuntarily, anticipating the first fuck-lunge. "Easy, Bart."

Bart caressed her full hips in his bearlike paws. He parted the cheeks of her ass, stared at the tiny asshole that would soon spread to accommodate the hulking thickness of his prick. "Looks almost virgin."

"It is, practically," Tiffany gasped. She trembled, waited. She looked at Larry.

Bart grabbed the base of his prick and dragged his cocktip up through the crack of Tiffany's ass. He stopped at her brown wrinkled asshole. The head of his cock touched the tiny hole. "Damn, is this gonna be something."

"Unnnnn," Tiffany sighed, biting her bottom lip. "Don't keep me in suspense. Do it, Bart. Do it!"

A sadistic smile spread over Bart's face. His hooded eyes turned to slits. His jaw tightened. "Unnnn, baby." He pushed forward, the head of his cock spreading the tiny ring of her asshole. Stretching her ass ring, he fucked his cockhead into her ass hole.

The pressure on Tiffany's asshole was tremendous. She lifted her head, her eyes bulging. "Aghhhh, Christ! No more! No more!"

Bart was deaf to her protests. He held her twitching hips, pushed, fucking his hard cock, inch by inch, into the tight narrow channel of her asshole.

Tiffany's eyes seemed to pop from their sockets. She twisted her head, stared wide-eyed and frightened. "No, Bart. Stop. I can't take it! You're… too big! Stop!"

Bart laughed, looked at his brother. "She's tight. Christ, is she tight!" He shoved, fucking the last few thick inches of his cock into her asshole.

Tiffany thrashed like a stuck pig. She felt as if she were being split apart. She looked to Larry for help. "Tell him to take it out! Please!"

"Fuck her ass, Bart," Larry groaned, ignoring Tiffany's cries for help. "Give it to her good!"

"Yeah," Bart said. He eased back, fucked forward. Short easy strokes allowed Tiffany's asshole to adjust to the massive cock buried inside her ass guts. His hands held her hips as he fucked her. A grin spread over his face. She was relaxing. "You got it, baby!"

Tiffany moaned. Pleasure swept through her body like wildfire. She twisted her head, a drunken expression contorting her face. "Ooooo, Bart. Oooooo!" She wriggled her ass, gulping at his thick prick with her ass muscles. "Oooo, gimme! Gimme more cock!"

Bart sneered with triumph. He gripped her hips with more force, fucking her ass with a series of hard-hitting cock-stabs. He reveled in her high-pitched moaning. She was enjoying ass-fucking. It was evident now as she thrashed on the desk. A victorious smirk crossed his face as he stared at his brother.

"Now you're getting into the swing of things," Bart grunted, watching her rock her hips. "Nice ass, baby! Real nice!" He slammed into her ass hole, watched her ass gobble his cock up.

Dazed, intoxicated with what was happening to her, Tiffany fucked him back with feverish intensity. His cock was drilling deep. His cock was hard, so hard, and it was tearing her ass apart. "Oooo, Larry," she gasped, looking at the grinning detective. "He's fucking so deep!"

She dropped her head, gasping for air as Bart fucked her asshole. "It feels so good," she whimpered. "So good… go deeper… deeper!" Her hips rolled. Her eyes floated in their sockets. She fucked back at the cock she now craved with all her might.

Bart watched her obvious enjoyment. Her ass came back quickly, snatching the entire length of his hulking cock as he fucked forward. "Christ, baby! You're fantastic! Damn, Larry." He looked over at his brother. "Whatta fuckin' ass!"

"Fuck me, Bart. Nice and slow. Then ram me!" she said in a throaty voice. She wanted to feel each hard inch of cock before giving full vent to her passion. She wanted to wallow on his ass-splitting cock before cumming.

"Nice and slow," she repeated hungrily. She swiveled her ass sideways. "Ooooo… yeah! Like that! Unnnnn!" She moaned, spit dribbling from her mouth as Bart stuffed her asshole with his overgrown piece of throbbing prickmeat.

Bart growled deep in his throat. His eyes were glued to her wriggling body. He kept her ass cheeks parted, watched his cock pierce her tiny ass hole. His eyes blazed. Her asshole, stretched around his cock, looked fantastic. His hips began to pick up speed.

"Yessss!" she wailed ecstatically. Her eyes dilated as Bart plowed her asshole. "Oooo, I love it. I love it!" She was drooling, spit oozing from the corner of her mouth.

"Unnnn, baby," he groaned. Her ass muscles were massaging his buried cock. "Your ass was made for fuckin'. Damn!" He rammed his prick deep, his groin whacking into the cheeks of her ass. He jerked his hips from side to side, the full length of his cock buried to the hilt. "Feel that, bitch? You're stuffed with cock. Ride it!"

Gurgling, mouth drooling, ass humping, Tiffany rammed her ass back onto his hard cock. Deep growing moans came from her throat. She fucked herself into a state of euphoria, her ass clinging to his prick greedily.

"Fuck me," she panted. "Fuck my ass, Bart. Rip me open." She jerked on the desk, her arms stiff, shaking, ready to buckle. "Fuck me!"

"I'll fuck you, baby," he groaned. "I'll fuck you till you scream for me to stop."

Hearing his promise made her jerk wildly, moan incoherently. She fucked herself blindly on his raging hard-on, thrashing on the desk like an animal. She shivered, her eyes fixed on Larry as he watched. "Ooooo, he's making me cream, Larry. Ohhhh, God. It's… wonderful." She turned her head, her lips twisted in lust. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Bart's grin widened. "You got it, bitch." He fucked forward, driving her into the desk. "How's that?" he grunted, slamming her again.

"Oooh, Christ, it feels fabulous." Saliva dribbled from her mouth. Her eyes rolled. Her hips jerked frantically. "Oooo, I feel so full… so Goddamn full!"

Bart's prick thickened inside her asshole. He ground his hips, mashing her body against the edge of the desk. He spread the cheeks of her ass, watched her tiny ass hole twitch around his embedded cock. "Unnn… she's tight, buddy. Tight and hot."

"Fuck me, Bart!" she screamed. She bucked, twisted, her cunt flush against the edge of the desk. Her tits dangled – swollen melons of creamy tit flesh. She was in a frenzy. "My pussy is so wet! I want to cream." She rocked her hips, mashing her clit into the hard wood.

"Baby! Baby!" Bart growled. He roamed her hips and ass, kneading, pawing, turning the creamy skin a glowing pink. He fucked her asshole, his groin smacking into her jiggling ass.

"Un! Un! Un!" he grunted each time his hairy groin collided with the wriggling flesh of her ass. Solid cockmeat spread her asshole wide with each hard-hitting lunge.

"Oh, Christ, you're killing me," she gurgled dreamily. Her mouth overflowed with drool. Her pussy overflowed with creamy cunt juice. "I want to cum. Make me cum! Please!"

The exquisite pain from Bart's drilling cock had her delirious. She rocked, her clit rubbing into the desk. Pussy muscles contracted. Juice flowed out. She used her asshole muscles to grip Bart's prick. "Oh! Ohhhhhhh! Make it happen!"

"Yeah, baby. Cream! Cream!" Bart's speed increased. He jammed her into the desk, grinding her clit into the wood with each jab. "Cream, bitch. Cream!"

Tiffany rocked from side to side. She snapped her head back, her dark eyes on fire, her mouth open, and her pussy creaming.

"I'm cumming! Cumming," she screamed as each violent lunge of Bart's cock drove her clit into the desk. She shoved back, only to be driven into the desk again. "I'm creaming!"

Orgasms bombarded her as Bart ripped through the narrow canal of her tight asshole. Defenseless against his attack, she wallowed in it, seething in the depravity of being fucked in the ass while someone watched. She felt like an animal – a bitch in heat. Her ass muscles contracted around the bulky width of his cock as her cunt convulsed.

Savagely, Bart fucked her ass. He watched her twisting quivering body – full hips; slender back; gorgeous ass. Watching her climax enraged him. He fucked his cock into her maniacally.

"Ooooo, it feels…" The words were lost as she screamed. Her face flushed red. Her arms gave out. She fell to the top of the desk, tits crushed, asshole skewered with cockmeat. "Aghhhhh! More, fucker. More!"

Wave after wave of orgasms washed over her body. She quivered, unable to control herself. Violent eruptions exploded deep inside her sopping cunt. Her asshole clamped tightly, milked Bart's prick. "I'm creaming! Cum! Cum, you bastard! Cream my asshole!"

Bart fucked away at her vulnerable ass. His cum, churning in his huge balls, was ready to erupt, ready to blast. "I'm ready, bitch. Ready to cream your fuckin' ass. Aghhhhh!" His body tensed. "Here it comes!"

"Cream me, fucker! Yeahhhhhh!" She thrashed on the desk, her clit mangled, her tits crushed.

Bart's balls blasted, and a thick jet-stream of jizz spewed from his cock. Thick white wads of cum squirted out, shooting deep into the tight narrow canal of Tiffany's contracting asshole. "Here, baby. Hot cum for your ass!"

Tiffany felt the spraying wads of gooey cum fill her ass guts. "I feel it! Unnnn, so deep! Unnnnn, a fuckin' enema!" Cum seemed to squirt into her belly. "Oooh, God!"

Tiffany tried to stop her wild gyrations, but it was impossible. She had lost control. Her body belonged to Bart's ass-splitting cock and the orgasms that were devastating her.

Grunting and gasping for air, Bart fucked his cock demonically into the writhing mass of flesh twisting on the desk. Hard fuck-jabs took his cum-gushing cock deep. His balls swung between his legs, slapping into her quivering flesh each time his groin fused with her ass cheeks.

With her ass pulsing rapidly around his burrowing prick, he lurched forward. The desk creaked. Tiffany squealed. Hot jizz gushed from his cock. The cords in his neck tightened. His face screwed up into a mask of lust. His hips became driving pistons.

"Ohhh, I can't stop creaming," Tiffany shrieked hysterically. "I… can't… stop!" She took Bart's cum into her ass. Her own cum flowed from her pussy. She jerked against his cock, her knees banging into the desk, her tits flattened against the top. She held on for dear life, knuckles white, clutching.

She raised her head, stared back at Bart fucking his prick into her ass. She felt each stab, each squirt of jism. Her eyes widened. Everything became a blur. An orgasm of severe intensity rumbled through her body. She screeched, lowered her head, losing consciousness for a moment.

With Tiffany's asshole greased with his cum, Bart was able to fuck faster. He pounded her ass, drilled his prick to the hilt. Her screams, twisting body, pulsing ass muscles against his cock, carried him into another roaring climax. His head snapped back. His back stiffened. He was creaming like never before.

He emptied the last of his jizz into her asshole, his eyes fixed on her rotating hips. His driving hips slowed, came to a stop. He took a deep breath, letting it out noisily.

Tiffany blinked. The room was coming into focus again. She glanced at Larry, who had watched it all. "I thought I was going to die."

Bart eased his cock out. It was covered in his own cum. He dropped into a chair, exhausted. "Baby, I never thought anything would be better than your month, but I was wrong. Your asshole is."

Tiffany laughed. She dressed, a hot triumphant smile on her face. "I want two sets of those photos," she said.

"Sure," Larry said. He pushed back from the desk and scooped up the pictures off the table, then produced another packet from the file. He slipped both packets into a manila envelope. "Here, Tiffany. We've got the negatives, if you need them."

"I don't know how to thank you two guys."

"A check will be fine," Bart said.

"All I have are credit cards." She laughed, tossed them on the desk. "A present from my husband. Take your pick."

After they had used one of her cards, Tiffany left. For a brief moment, she paused at the door to her husband's office.

"I'll be back, fucker," she muttered, and strode forcefully down the hall to the elevator. The evidence was in her purse, and she'd had a ball, but she didn't feel at all like she had won anything. In fact, she felt shitty, as if she had lost everything. She held back her tears and stepped into the elevator.