This story is meant to stand on its own for the SUMMER LOVIN STORY CONTEST 2014, though it uses characters from my ongoing mystery series. Please enjoy it under it's own power...
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This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
Part 1 - Prologue
"Oh God, that's good...." moaned Teresa Croyle as the long, thick, ten inch cock slid deep into her stretched, sopping wet cunt. The beautiful blonde was on her knees and shoulders, her cheek pressed into the pillow as the stud steadily pumped his massive meat in and out of her.
Todd Burke looked down at the woman that he was fucking. She was over ten years older than him, but her body was magnificent. Toned and firm from exercise and preparation for the race the next day, Teresa's body was a luscious hourglass shape. Her breasts were large but stood proudly on her chest, her hips flared out just perfectly for Todd to grasp as he fucked her dogstyle, her asscheeks were perfect round bubbles that felt terrific when they smacked against his muscular groin and abs. Her thighs were strong tubes, her calves curvy and tapering to thin ankles, which led to shapely, elegant feet that looked hot in high heels.
"Oh, fuck me Todd!" Teresa said, the pleasure of being fucked by this handsome stud and his huge cock helping to release the tremendous tensions in her body. As always, when Teresa was being fucked dogstyle by Todd, she allowed herself to think of the hot matings she had enjoyed with Todd's brother, the late Jack Burke, so many years ago. Jack had brought out sexual desires and pleasures that Teresa didn't think she was capable of experiencing, and Todd was the only man who had come close to doing the same... and it was indeed a close second.
"God, you are so fucking hot, baby!" Todd gasped, the adulterous pleasure of fucking this woman very intense for him, also. As always, he thought of how he might easily have dated and married Teresa, but she'd made it clear that they were friends only, good fuck-buddies, but no more. Too bad, Todd thought... and of course it was one of many reasons she was once called 'Teresa Cunt'.
It was the night of July 3d. The next day was July 4th, and the Town & County would be running its annual summer race. It was a near-Ironman triathlon, a 2-mile swim at the Reservoir lake on the east border of the County, an 80 mile bicycle ride, followed by a full marathon of 26 miles, 385 feet. Oh... it was also a two-person team race, so each person was doing half of the race.
Teresa and her friend Cindy Ross were entered to compete in the race, and they'd been training for months. This was the first race of any kind Teresa had entered since she and her sister Alexis had won a running race years before... and just months before Alexis had been killed by that drunk driver...
"Oh yes, that's so good, Todd." Teresa purred. "I feel soooo much more relaxed now..."
"Anything to help you win the race tomorrow, Beautiful." said Todd, as he plowed her depths with all the sexual intensity and power he could muster...
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"It's such a beautiful view." said Molly, as she looked out the window of The Cabin, my home on the mountain that overlooked the University and it's Town. It was night, and the lights of the Town twinkled as they stretched to the west to seemingly meet the black void that were farms on the other side of the south-flowing River.
"I like the view right here." I said, coming up behind the lovely platinum blonde and sliding my arms around her waist, pulling her back into my chest. I nuzzled her neck, working gentle kisses up her jaw and to her ear. She giggled when I gave her earlobe a sucking kiss.
"Mmmm, that's nice." Molly cooed. "And by the way, you're looking better than ever, too, Don. You been working out?"
"Oh yeah." I said. "Your sister has been dogging me out at the police gym, especially since she started training for the race. I'm glad it's tomorrow... I might not have survived another month of that training." Molly laughed.
"Well, Cindy is training your body, and now I'm going to give you some training in... other areas." Molly said as she turned to face me. Our lips met in a deep kiss.
"Let's go upstairs." I said. "To bed..."
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"You want a drink?"
The voice was State Senator Nathan Allen's. He and his guest were in his office in the State Building on the Town's Courthouse Square. The room was dark; only the lights from outside filtered in.
"No, Senator." replied Allen's guest. Allen poured himself a large bourbon.
"I hear that the Croyle bitch is going to be back in Town tomorrow." said Allen. "I want to make sure she does not leave the County alive."
"Good God, Senator!" said the guest.
On the previous Christmas Eve, Nathan Allen's son Dean had been driving drunk, and he had plowed into another car. A mother and her two daughters died, while the father, a man named Phil Kearns, survived. Detective Teresa Croyle had responded to the scene, and had reacted to the deaths by beating the living shit out of Dean Allen.
Senator Allen had brought every bit of his political power to bear in destroying Detective Croyle, but he had to work like hell at it. The Iron Crowbar, that pesky Lieutenant that was just too good at solving the toughest crimes, had worked hard to obstruct Senator Allen. Finally, Teresa had been banished from the Town & County Police... she was working with Internal Affairs in Midtown... where Detective Molly Evans also worked.
Now Allen was hearing that Croyle was coming back to this County, to enter the Independence Day Town & County Triathlon team race. His hatred was almost mind-blowing as he realized that this could be an opening salvo by the Iron Crowbar to get Croyle back to the local Police Force. Allen was going to make damned sure that didn't happen, and if it meant having Teresa Croyle murdered, then so be it.