Slut Police

by Jetstream

Casey pays the price for teasing the men with her teenage body.

‘Excuse me, miss, may we have a word?’

The young girl was surprised to be stopped.

‘What is it, officer?’

‘Slut Police, miss,’ he said. ‘We have reason to believe that you are contravening regulations.’

‘I… I don’t understand…’

‘Please, it’ll be easier if you could accompany us to the station.’

‘All… all right…’

Back at the station, it was just her and the two officers, one male, one female.

‘Perhaps we could begin with your breasts. Are you, in fact, wearing a brassiere?’

The girl blushed. ‘No…no I’m not.’

‘As we suspected. We have been observing you for quite some time, and had noticed that your breasts appeared to be quite unrestrained.’

‘Well, I – I didn’t…’

‘Fairly large breasts, aren’t they miss? Probably at least a 36C?’

’38,’ she admitted. ‘D. Er, well, DD, sometimes.’

‘What do you mean sometimes, love?’ said the woman. ‘I have breasts too, you know. They don’t really change…’

‘Well, you know, I’ve got different bras. Some of them are DD.’

‘Have you now?’ said the man. ‘Lots of different bras, but didn’t wear any of them today.’

‘It’s very hot…’ she began.

‘This is no defence,’ said the man. ‘A tee-shirt alone, for someone of such large breasts as yourself, is quite inadequate coverage. Particularly a sleeveless one.’

‘Well, it’s very tight,’ she said.

‘Yes,’ he said, ‘yes, it is indeed. Tight enough to outline your nipples, wouldn’t you say?’

She blushed again.

‘Fairly prominent nipples, wouldn’t you say?’

‘Oh, I don’t know about that?’

‘I do, love,’ said the woman. ‘You’d really best admit it. Suckling nipples, I’d call them. Stiff and thrusting, and, frankly, pointing skywards.’

The man coughed.

’38DD breasts, with stiff, thrusting, suckling nipples, pointing skywards, and you didn’t see fit to restrain them with a brassiere? With anything more than a vest?’

‘Look,’ she said, ‘I’m proud of them. Why should I keep them hidden?’

‘Ordinary decency, miss. Have you any idea of the effect that such breasts have on men?’

‘Well,’ she said coyly with a smile, ‘yes, I suppose I do.’

‘For the benefit of the tape, the suspect smiled,’ said the man. ‘You clearly think this is some sort of joke.’

‘No,’ she said, hurriedly, ‘no, I don’t.’

‘You know perfectly well that your breasts will arouse attention, will cause men erections, and the possible urge to masturbate, and yet you are prepared to walk down a public street with nothing between them and the world, but a flimsy piece of tight fabric?’

‘Are you desperate for it, darling,’ said the woman. ‘Haven’t you had a fuck for a while?’

‘That’s none of your business,’ said the girl.

‘Actually it’s precisely our business,’ said the man. ‘We’ll get onto that later. Let’s move on to the subject of your midriff. When did you have your navel pierced?’

‘My seventeenth birthday,’ said the girl.

‘And when was that?’

‘About six months ago,’ she replied.

‘And you seem to want to show the world,’ said the man. ‘As if it’s something new. Would you describe yourself as fat?’

‘Fat?’ she said. ‘Me? Certainly not.’

‘Neither would I,’ said the policeman. ‘Despite the size of your frankly enormous breasts, your tummy is as slim as any girl could want, a smoothly undulating surface slung between your prominent hipbones. Arousing and tempting to any normal red-blooded male, and yet you chose to go public without concealing it. Not only is your top completely inadequate to properly restrain and contain your bountiful breasts, it is far too short to conceal your midriff. Do you have anything to say?’

‘Lots of girls wear this sort of thing,’

‘That’s absolutely no defence,’ said the man.

‘I don’t,’ said the woman. ‘I keep my tummy tucked away, and mine’s as flat as yours.’

‘But that’s your choice,’ said the girl.

‘Choice!’ said the man. ‘What about the choice of men not to have their thoughts distracted by the sight of your tempting midriff, with its erotically pierced navel? What thought did you give to that?’

‘I.. I don’t know,’ said the girl, close to tears.

‘Save it for later,’ said the man. ‘There are further charges to come. The hot pants. We have done careful analyses of our surveillance pictures, and estimate that as much as sixty percent of the surface of your buttocks were completely exposed by the hot pants. What possible excuse is there for showing the world so much of your bottom?’

‘That’s not the way it is…’ began the girl.

‘Answer the question!’ snapped the man.

‘You’re proud of your bottom, aren’t you darling?’ said the woman. ‘That’s understandable. Some girls with big bottoms don’t like them, but you clearly like yours, don’t you?’

‘Like it enough to flaunt it in front of the whole world!’ said the man. ‘I expect your hip measurement is over 36, too!’

’38,’ she admitted.

‘Nicely balanced,’ said the woman.

‘A bottom as extravagantly endowed as your enormous breasts,’ said the man, ‘and just as insufficiently covered. Do you like anal intercourse, miss?’

‘I beg your pardon!’ said the girl.

‘Do you like men to put their penises into your anus and spill their seed in your dirt? Lots of girls do, you know.’

‘I’ve – I’ve never, never…’

‘That’s not the point,’ said the man. ‘You don’t seem to realise that when you flaunt your bottom in this manner, you are encouraging men to think about such things. As you walk down the street, they are thinking about sodomising you, or, at the very least, taking you from behind, possibly without your consent, and coupling with you like the brute beasts of the field. Are you happy about that?’

‘It’s you saying it. I don’t think men think that!’

‘They do, darling, believe me, they do,’ said the woman.

‘Or they think about you sitting down,’ he said.

‘Sitting down?’ said the girl, in astonishment.

‘On the toilet. Minds like sewers, men. They’ll be imagining you sitting on the toilet, using that bottom for the purpose nature intended. Defecating. Shitting, if you prefer.’

‘That’s disgusting!’ said the girl. ‘You’re sick!’

‘Have you ever shitted for your boyfriends, miss?’

‘No!’

‘Shat in his mouth?’

‘Oh my God!’

‘On his cock?’

‘Please!’

‘Has he ever masturbated into a pile of turds that you have laid for him, and squirted his come into it?’

‘I think I’m going to be sick!’

‘Well next time you put those hot pants on, you should perhaps bear in mind that that’s precisely what some of the men who watch you will be thinking about. And it’s not fair of you to tease them in this way.’

‘But I can’t help what they think!’

‘You could, miss. By dressing properly. By keeping that bottom of yours firmly under wraps. That way, they won’t be tempted to think about giving you piss enemas and watching you squirt it out through your tight little teenage anus.’

‘Now look…’

‘Don’t you “Now look” me, young lady. Ignorance of the law is no defence. We have strict regulations round here, and you have fallen foul of them.’

‘But there were lots of girls dressed like me…’

‘As I’ve said, that’s nothing to do with this case. Let’s move on. Or round, if you prefer. To the front of the hot pants.’

‘Oh God!’

‘You might well say that. It would have to be concluded that when you bought this particular garment, you were doing so only to tease others or yourself. You couldn’t possibly have considered them comfortable. The seam is so tight that it must be spreading the very lips of your vagina.’

‘How dare you!’

‘No, how dare you! You might find the sight of your cleft very fetching in the privacy of your own bedroom, but that is no excuse to display it to the general public. Grown men with wives and children will be forced to contemplate the very details of your outer labia. They will be distracted by images of teen sexuality. They will become aroused and confused…’

‘You’ve got to be careful with men, love. They’ve got no control over what they think.’

‘They’ll be imagining that same vagina cleft with their own erect penises. They’ll be wanting to spill their semen inside it, and maybe watch it all dribbling out. They’ll be imagining how tight your hot insides would feel against their cocks. The more perverted ones will be thinking about you straddling the toilet and squirting piss out through that very cleft. Some might even follow you to the toilet and try to hear you.’

‘But that’s not my fault!’

‘Isn’t it? Isn’t it, miss? If some slightly stupid fellow forces his way into the toilet and forces you to suck his cock while he watches you pissing, you’ll be the first to run to one of my officers with his come running down your face to press charges. And yet, who really started it?’

‘You can’t blame me for what I wear!’ said the girl, hot with emotion.

The policeman paused to let her outburst pass.

‘For what you wear. For what you wear? All right then, miss, let’s have a look at something else. Let’s set aside for a moment the fact that your undeniably large and firm breasts were undeniably unfettered by anything adequate. Let’s ignore the fact that the alabaster cheeks of your young bottom were almost completely exposed. Let’s try to forget the shameful truth that your shorts drew attention to the cleft of your vagina. Let’s set all such things aside. How old are you, miss?’

‘My name’s Casey,’ said the girl, defiantly, ‘and I’m over nineteen.’

‘Well beyond puberty, then?’

‘Of course,’ she said.

‘The time when pubic hair first grows?’

The girl stared at him, and began to turn red.

‘I think you know what I’m getting at. In primitive times, pubic hair must have been a positive advantage, covering and concealing from the male gaze the extravagant fleshly excesses of the female pudenda.’

The girl hung her head.

‘These days, however, that task is usually delegated to clothing, Casey, a fact which you seem to have missed.’

‘It’s easy to get your bikini line waxed, Casey,’ said the woman.

‘Pubic hair, my girl, is not public hair. Men aren’t supposed to see it sprouting around the sides of whatever inadequate garment you see fit to wear!’

Hot tears were trickling down Casey’s cheeks.

‘Bad enough that you saw fit to dress like a whore, Casey. There are many such sluts as yourself around. But most of them have the decency to shave their secret parts.’

‘I’m sorry,’ said Casey. ‘Believe me, I’m so, so, sorry.’

‘There, there, love,’ said the woman, with a hand to her wrist. ‘It’s going to be all right.’

‘We seem to be getting somewhere,’ said the policeman. ‘Evidence of shame. Are you ashamed, Casey?’

‘Yes,’ she blubbed. ‘Yes, I’m so ashamed of myself. I don’t know what I was doing.’

‘Are you prepared to take your punishment?’

Casey looked up.

‘Oh please don’t put me in prison. My parents would never forgive me. I’m a good girl!’

For the first time, the policeman smiled. ‘Oh, I don’t think prison will be necessary. But you must make amends, Casey. Amends for all the unnecessary lust that you have created.’

‘H..how?’

‘There is a simple tariff for your offences,’ he said. ‘Each one carries its own punishment. You must simply submit to them. If you wish to avoid the courts, and a custodial sentence.’

‘Please,’ she said, ‘please, anything. Just don’t make my shame public!’

‘Are you sure you’re prepared for the non-custodial punishment?’

‘Yes, yes! Just get it over with!’

‘Send them in, Beth,’ said the policeman, and the woman touched a button on the wall.

Moments later, two men entered the room. Casey looked at them long enough to notice that they were attractive and young, and then realised to her shock that they were both cradling large erections, protruding from their trousers.

‘These were the first to report your indiscretions, Casey. They complained that it was the sight of your naked breasts, wobbling beneath your tee shirt, that had aroused them excessively. They say that the sight destroyed their equilibrium for the whole of the afternoon, and complained that they would have to masturbate in some private and unsatisfactory venue. We promised that this would not be necessary. The same semen that you teased into turbulence within them will soon be dripping from your breasts. This is a fitting punishment.’

‘What?’ shrieked Casey. ‘I don’t know who they are!’

The policeman shrugged. ‘In that case, I shall have no option but to submit your case to the district judge for consideration.’

‘No! No, don’t do that.’

‘You will take the punishment?’

‘But it’s so grotesque!’

‘So is what you have done to these men, Casey. Look at their huge, weeping erections! See how frustrated they are! See how desperate they are to ejaculate! You did that, Casey, with your big braless breasts, walking along the promenade, with them wobbling before you.’

‘Tell me what I must do,’ said Casey.

‘Step up on the treadmill.’

‘The treadmill?’

‘To simulate the action. They don’t want to see your breasts static and at rest. They want to witness them at close quarters, to ogle them in detail as they shift and bounce, the very kind of attention that you would not have allowed them.’

‘Of course not,’ said Casey. ‘No woman would.’

‘Then you should have kept them properly controlled in the first place. Accept your punishment!’

Casey looked at the policeman, then at the woman, then at each of the men, first one engorged penis, and then the other. They were stiff and enormous, and slippery at the tips, and she couldn’t help feeling aroused.

‘Okay,’ she said. ‘Okay.’

Obediently, she climbed up onto the treadmill, and her steps kept pace with it. It was quite fast, and she was conscious of her breasts bouncing subtly beneath her tee shirt.

On either side of the treadmill were two platforms at the height of her hips. The men squatted on these either side of her, at first, watching the heavy way that her breasts were moving. Then they climbed onto the bars at either side, holding their enormous penises, and masturbating them slowly. She could see the big pink helmets slipping in and out of the bunched up foreskins, and the sperm-laden testicles bouncing in their slack scrotums. The balls looked very big indeed, bloated with all the unejaculated sperm that she had supposedly encouraged them to produce. The penises were threatening like spears, but the very tip of each bearing the smile of the spunk hole, a secret smile which said ‘you’ll never believe what we’re going to do…’

‘You’ll have to do better than that, Casey,’ said the policeman’s voice. ‘You’re showing them no more than you showed them before. This isn’t just another opportunity to tease, you know.’

It was scarcely that, thought Casey. The men were delighted at being able to gaze uninhibited at Casey’s big breasts, shifting and bouncing in her little top, as they bounced potently on her chest. The expressions on their faces, the stiffness of their cocks, the dribbly fluid that was oozing from their helmets, were all evidence of that.

Perhaps, though, they needed a little help. They needed a little more than just the shape of her naked breasts beneath the filmy fabric of her tee shirt. Perhaps they needed to see it all.

Slowly, she tugged the bottom of her tee shirt up. It was the underside of her fulsome bosom that she exposed first. She didn’t get as far as her nipples very quickly.

‘Oh fuck!’ groaned the man to her right, as she slowly exposed them, and launched a long sticky twirl of hot sperm that splattered across her wrists and the lower halves of the volumes of her breasts. As she folded back the fabric of her tee shirt she felt the hot semen spray up across her big pink nipples and dribble down into her cleavage.

‘You dirty…’ She stopped herself. The police wouldn’t have much sympathy with that kind of talk. The ejaculating man worked at his pumping cock in ecstasy, and launched a second squirt of come, just as thick and copious as the first, that flew unhindered across the undersides of her still bouncing tits, dribbling quickly down their round volumes and drooling from the bottom. As she walked to keep still on the treadmill, she felt the come dripping off her breasts and onto the tops of her thighs. The third squirt went high, lacing up over her big jugs, and soaking her teeshirt at her shoulder, and then the man’s expression changed, and he shot the remainder of the jism that she’d been making him store up all over the lower part of her ribs, and the soft, undulating curve that slipped down to her bare hip.

‘Oh my God, you big titted bitch!’ said the other man, watching the jism settle across her boobs. ‘I’m gonna splatter your nipples with come!’

And that’s precisely what he did, aiming his cock precisely, and squirting semen all over the pouting, bouncing teats of Casey’s 38DDs, his creamy jizz tracing out exactly the path that should have been threaded with her brassiere, the brassiere that should have been holding her big knockers in place, restraining them from their teasing, tantalising motion. His come was more carefully directed than the other man’s, but mingled with it on her chest, coating the fronts and lower parts of her tits, the bra bits that were paler than the rest.

Casey watched as the male come that she’d teased with her big, unfettered breasts, splattered out hotly against them, and slithered down between them. Part of her indeed felt the shame that was her punishment, as she was made a porno whore by them, but part of her also felt the aroused, sexual power of having forced the men to come by no power other than the sight of her own breasts.

The men disappeared, and Casey assumed that her punishment must be at an end.

No chance.

‘You are forgetting, I think,’ said the policeman, ‘the turmoil that your half naked bottom produced.’

Another man was suddenly present, another enormous erection squatting behind her, watching what she couldn’t see, the flexing and striding of the cheeks of her arse.

‘If you like,’ said the policeman to the man, ‘we can make her take her shorts off so that you can see the full detail that was hidden from you.’

This was evidently not necessary. Within moment, Casey felt the wet heat of stream after stream of hot come spraying against her bare buttocks as the anonymous man pressed his ejaculating cock against her.

‘I wish it was shooting up your arsehole, you dirty whore!’ he hissed, ‘I’d like to shoot it into your shit!’

Then he too was gone.

‘I’m afraid you still haven’t finished,’ said the policeman. ‘We’ve had a special request from the last complainants. You’ll have to see it through.’

‘What is it?’ said Casey, perplexed.

‘Well, I very much hope that you are going to be able to oblige,’ said the policeman.

‘I don’t understand,’ said Casey.

‘We deliberately didn’t allow you to use the bathroom since we apprehended you.’

‘I noticed,’ said Casey.

‘You should be fairly desperate by now,’ he said.

‘I am.’

‘Now is your opportunity,’ he said. ‘Take them down.’

‘What?’

‘Those hot pants. The ones that have been cutting into your cunt. Take them down.’

‘What – here?’

‘Of course!’ spat the policeman. ‘Unless you’d rather be doing it in front of a judge!’

Casey obediently stood upright and undid the button at the front of her shorts, and unzipped them. Her attractive navel and midriff were exposed above them, and in any case the semen of her earlier complainants had nearly reached her waist, in twin stream, but she did so with what dignity she could muster, and let them drop to her white, high-heeled peep-toed sandals before stepping out of them. She’d smeared the jism that had sprayed her ass cheeks across their surfaces in the act of doing so, but tried to ignore this fact.

‘Oh-ho, well what have we here?’ said the policeman. ‘This takes the biscuit, this does. Comes flouncing out of the house, she does, with nothing but a tee-shirt across her naked 38DDs, arse on show to the world, short shoved tight up inside her crack, pubic hair bulging out the sides, and then what do we find? What do we find? I’ll tell you what we find! She hasn’t forgotten her little white knickers!’

Casey was nonplussed. ‘I – I always wear knickers.’

‘I bet you do, love, I bet you do. Get them off. Now.’

Casey’s thumbs were in the waistband of her panties when there came a voice.

‘No!’

‘What?’ said the policeman.

‘Really. If it’s at all possible. I’d rather she didn’t.’

The voice had come from a man that Casey hadn’t noticed until now. It wasn’t easy for him to move. He was sitting inside a strangely contrived contraption that encased his hips and thighs, though his upper body remained naked. Beneath him was a long shape such as could conceal the legs and hips of another person, but nothing could be seen. Slowly it dawned on Casey that the contraption that the man was encased by was a toilet, and he, the man was in the position of its cistern.

Some of the semen was drying on Casey’s big breasts as she sashayed over to where the man was sitting. She was more conscious than ever that the hairs of her cunt were bushing over her knickers at every angle, and that the man was ogling them comprehensively.

‘And what is it that you want of me?’ she said.

‘Simply… simply that you should – use the facilities.’

He was sitting quite low, and he addressed this remark directly at her clit, which was shrouded behind the white cotton of her double thickness gusset. Then he looked up and marvelled at the spectacle of her splattered breasts.

‘I get it,’ she said. ‘I pick up the toilet seat and there’s your cock. I piss on it, you come, and everyone goes home happy. Is that it?’

‘Kind of,’ he said.

The young man was kind of attractive and Casey couldn’t resist flirting with him, even though she knew that this might land her in more trouble. She stroked her hand across the mound of her knickered cunt.

‘Is that all you want?’ she said.

‘Believe me,’ said the man, ‘it’s all I want. You’ll see.’

Keeping her eyes fixed upon him, Casey went round to the front of the ‘toilet’ and lifted the seat, and peeled her tiny white knickers slowly over her spunk shiny arse. Then she shrieked.

In the bowl of the toilet was not just the man’s cock, which was enormously erect, but a woman’s head, lasciviously giving him head. She was extravagantly pretty and smiled up at Casey between her thighs. Casey smiled back uneasily. She had been about to piss in her face.

‘Meet my wife,’ said the man. ‘She’s your toilet for today.’

‘I can’t,’ said Casey, trying to stand. ‘I can’t do it.’x

The man’s hand gripped her hips powerfully, and pulled her back down onto the toilet seat.

‘Should have thought about that before you went out with your cunt on show, then, shouldn’t you?’ he hissed. ‘We’ve been fantasizing about this all day. Hope you don’t think you’re going to deprive us of it.’

‘Stop it!’ she struggled. ‘You’ll make me do it!’

‘That’s what we want!’ he said. ‘Janey’s always wanted to be a teenager’s toilet. Now’s her chance.’

‘Oh my God!’ shrieked Casey. ‘I can’t!’

‘You’ve got to!’ said the man.

‘I won’t!’

‘You’re going to!’ said Janey, allowing the big cock to flip upwards out of her mouth and against Casey’s big fleshy labia.

‘Oh no!’ said Casey, looking down to see the circumcised knob, slick with saliva, bobbing close to her hanging pussy lips, and feeling the first dribbles of hot urine escape from between. They splattered off the bouncing helmet and peppered Janey’s face, making her smile in delight.

‘Oh, I’m sorry!’ she declared. ‘He’s making me do it. I’m doing it!’

She tried to contain herself by clenching her piss muscles, but this just made the first jets squirt out hard, pressing down on the cock, and sending a hot shower of piss across the naked head.

‘Oh Michael, the dirty bitch is pissing on my face!’ wailed Janey, in obvious delight.

‘You whore!’ groaned the man in Casey’s ear. ‘I’ll show you!’

Casey’s expression of abject shame turned suddenly into one of alarm, as the man changed the angle of his cock, and speared her slick vagina in a single stroke.

‘Oh Michael!’ said Janey again. ‘You’re fucking her. I can see your cock going into the dirty teeny’s cunt. It’s going right in. You’re stretching her tight vagina open with it!’

‘Oh my GOD!’ shrieked Casey, ‘I’m going to… oh no!’

‘Does that stop your pissing, you little toilet slut?’ said the man, holding her hips tight and shafting her pussy mercilessly. ‘Does it?’

It certainly had. For the moment. The shock of feeling the invasion of the big penis deep into her fuck tube had stopped Casey’s flow, but almost immediately the shock had given way to outrageous arousal, and she knew that she must come. And when that happened…

‘Ohhhhh!’ she groaned, and the hot golden piss flooded out harder than ever, blasting out around the edges of her pussy lips were they were splayed wide around the penetrating penis, and shooting straight into Janey’s open mouth, which was gulping and bubbling.

‘Ohhhhh!’ groaned the man, and she felt the first strong jets of thick semen pumping up inside her.

‘Save some for me, save some for me!’ his wife gasped through the torrent of golden piss, and sure enough, Casey felt him drawing himself out of her, dragging the big gouts of sperm out with it, and then felt the knob against her clit once more, her urine still spilling onto it, but this time joining with fresh jets of creamy come that were pissed into Janey’s mouth.

‘Oh yes, Oh yes!’ hissed Janey, as she too orgasmed as the flavour of her husband’s sperm spiced up Casey’s piss.

Casey looked down between her splayed thighs, shuddering in shameful ecstasy as she saw the big helmet cloaked in her meaty flaps, the twirled tendrils of her long black pubes dripping with sparkling drops of piss, her big clit head wearing a thick drop of the man’s spunk, bursts of amber urine still spilling down his shaft, and the last few jets of come spattering from his knob as his gorgeous wife’s face contorted in overwhelming pleasure.

Janey smiled at her with gratitude, and the man’s sigh as he let go of her hips seemed grateful too. Casey thought her punishment had been extreme, and humiliating, but at least it was now over.

Or so she thought.

‘My God!’ spat the female voice before her. ‘You are a whore!’

Casey looked up. ‘What?’

‘Pissing in another woman’s mouth! I’ve never seen anything so disgusting!’

She hadn’t realised how pretty the policewoman was. She’d seemed like she was the nicer one during her interrogation, but she’d scarcely looked at her. Now Casey looked up, she saw how severe and beautiful the tall blonde was. She took off her hat, and her hair was drawn back in a high plait which now fell down her back.

‘But I… I had to. You said I had to!’

‘Silence! That’s no excuse. We were testing you, to see how low you’d sink. Any girl of decent upbringing would have drawn the line at using another woman as her toilet. Not you. You have just proved that you’ve learned nothing.’

‘I… I have learned,’ said Casey, in dismay, the shame burning her cheeks once more. Her vagina was still twitching in orgasm, a fact that Janey could see at the closest quarters, each spontaneous twitch squeezing a fresh dribble of Michael’s sperm out of her. Casey, however, felt it as confirmation of the policewoman’s words. She was a whore.

‘Rubbish!’ said the woman. ‘You need further correction,’ she said, and to Casey’s horror, she saw that the woman was stroking her black skirt slowly upwards. The legs were long and slender, and sheathed in nylon. The dark bands appeared and the bright steel clips of her suspenders. The gusset that appeared was black and cotton, and revealed to be part of a thong that went high over her hips. For all of the preaching about shaving, the policewoman had thick, honey coloured pubes that overflowed her underwear, and spilled onto the insides of her thighs. The gusset outlined a prominent bulge beneath.

‘You see, I find that I suddenly need to use the toilet. And you’re in the way.’

Casey thought about getting up, but realised there was no point.

‘Do you see what you’ve done to my knickers?’ hissed the woman. ‘Do you?’

Casey looked closely. There was a spot of moisture leaking through the fabric.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘If I’d known you were so desperate, I would have…’

‘Don’t be ridiculous! I’m not pissing myself. It’s worse than that. Look!’

Her varnished nails tugged aside the gusset, and simultaneously spread the enormous beefy labia beneath.

‘Oh my God!’ intoned Casey, as she gazed at the thick film of creamy juice that was now drooling down the shiny inner skins of the big lips. The policewoman pressed on the foreskin and her big clitoris popped out, itself slaked in sticky white juice.

‘You did that!’ said the woman. ‘All of it! Did you know it was an offence to arouse a police officer?’

‘N-no,’ said Casey, not really concentrating. The smell of the splayed cunt was so fantastic as to induce instant lesbianism in Casey. It reminded her of the scents of her own pussy which wafted up from her when she was fingering herself in bed, but it was much raunchier, and somehow different. Casey, after all, was only a young teenager. The cock which had just forced itself into her pissing cunt wasn’t exactly the first, but sperm wasn’t a common constituent of her vaginal smells, and her pussy smelled only of creamy feminine juices; not exactly honey and lemon – there was a good deal of musky, animal smells such as would be expected in a grown woman, but a freshness remained in which the remnants of her recent virginity lingered. The policewoman’s pussy, by contrast, seemed meaty and spermatic in its smell. The creamy juices drooling between the labia might not actually hold semen that some morning lover ejaculated into her before she got dressed for work, but Casey could tell that the pulsating vagina which trembled before her was no stranger to cock, and had milked the juices from a rich variety of lucky penises in the years since it had first been deflowered.

Casey was overcome with a desire to taste this delicious feast, dreaming in her cunt-provoked delirium that the savour might be something to promote her own fortunes in tempting men to bless her insides with their precious sperm.

‘And now I see that you want to lick me, whore!’ said the policewoman, unkindly interrupting her reverie. ‘Well, just as well. You made the mess, you might as well clean it up!’

With this granting of permission, Casey leaned forward and tasted, only to hear: ‘…but don’t be surprised if you get something that surprises you!’

The contact of the vaginal flesh with her tongue was better than she imagined. It was hotter by far, and the salty spangle a delicious mixture of all the feminine flavours that gather in a woman’s pussy in a morning, with all the promise of experienced cunting that she had expected. The clitoris stood up stiff against Casey’s nose, and the long, beefy, wrinkled labia closed about her mouth, like heavy curtains bulging against her tongue and lower lip as she thrust the tip in and out of the trembly, flexing vagina.

‘That’s it, lick the smells out of me, you dirty teen bitch!’ hissed the policewoman, stroking the foreskin back and forth across her clit head and making the labia flap open against Casey’s face. ‘I’m messing up your pretty teen lipstick with my cunt juice. Your chin’s dribbling with my cream. It’s like the spunk when you suck men off, isn’t it?’

Casey had never had a man come on her mouth. Only a woman. Only this woman. Because she was close to coming now, wasn’t she?

She pulled back an inch and Casey looked up to see that she was indeed teetering on the edge of orgasm.

‘Oh…oh Christ, you’ve done it now!’

Casey saw her press her varnished nails into the thick hair at the root of her clit, making the big helmet bulge out of the foreskin, purple and angry. Then, beneath it, as promised, as threatened, the piss started to bubble out.

It took too long for Casey to realise what was happening to do anything about it. Clear golden juice was escaping from the concealed piss hole, and rinsing the inner flesh clean. All of the frothy spume, all of Casey’s own saliva, all of the residual sperm, if sperm it had been, was washed away in the first little dribbles. Then the policewoman gave a groan and the piss erupted like the uncontrollable ejaculation of a teenage cock teased too far. It didn’t go straight into Casey’s mouth, not on the first spurt. Just as that same imaginary cock would have shot the first jet too high, too far to one side, Casey felt the piss go shooting over her face and into her hair. But then the policewoman’s strong hands were behind her head, forcing her mouth onto the pissing cunt, and pissing powerfully down her throat.

Casey’s natural revulsion would have taken over, were it not for one thing.

Janey.

Casey had forgotten the woman whose face was still in the toilet bowl beneath her, but who had watched Casey’s ordeal above, and surveyed every single effect in the girl’s pussy beneath, and it was at this moment that she planted a spermy French kiss on her clitflesh and swirled her tongue between the knob of her clitoris and the twitching cunt hole beyond.

Casey came, gasping and gagging on the torrent of hot wee spraying over her tongue and face, and bearing down on the mouth of the girl beneath her, yielding a fresh cache of Michael’s sperm and releasing an undiscovered burst of her own panic-stricken piss into the bargain. Janey squealed delight, and the policewoman’s arcs of amber drenched Casey’s big, braless breasts with hot, salty urine.

They let her shower after that.

And when she got out, she found, laid out for her, a fresh set of clothes, including a size 38DD bra.