"So, can we piss on her?" Doug asked as the lift doors shut and the carriage began to rise.
"Piss on her?" The copper looked incredulous.
"Yeah, you know, a golden shower." Doug turned to me. "Fuckin' hell. He wants us to gang bang his other half and he's never even tried one-on- one watersports."
"He's winding you up, mate," I told the police officer. "He'll try and get a rise out of anyone."
"No I'm not," said Doug indignantly. "Nothing I like better than having some posh little scrubber on her knees in front of me begging me to drain the lizard on her pretty face. The posh ones are always up for that."
"I take it you're talking about Davinia," I said. The copper looked intrigued. "There's this bird Dougie here is going out with on and off for the last year or so," I said by way of explanation. "And y'know, she's pretty fucked up. Roedean educated, Cambridge graduate, trust fund, but she only gets off when she's doing rough fuckers like this bastard here." Dougie grinned, taking my description as a straight-down-the- line compliment. "Anyway, so he's banging away at her one night doggy-style..."
My anecdote was interrupted by the lift coming to an abrupt juddering halt. The doors opened and we followed the policeman out into a dimly lit concrete walkway that overlooked the central courtyard of the block of flats. He walked past several flat entrances before stopping at an unremarkable front door and opening it with a key he took from his pocket. He motioned us inside and then followed us in, locking and bolting the door behind him.
"Make yourself at home, fellows," he said hanging up his cap and overcoat on a hatstand in the hall. "The kitchen and the lounge are through there and there's beer in the fridge if you want it. I've got to phone Sue and tell her it's on."
We took him up on his offer and were just cracking open a can when he came into the living room. "She'll be here in about twenty minutes," he said.
"This your place then?" asked Dougie, looking around at the shabbily furnished apartment.
"Fuck no. This is my brother's. He's the eternal student, trekking around Asia. I'm just keeping an eye on it for him. I've got my own place, but this keeps things at arms length."
Doug nodded sagely as if he regularly got involved in this kind of thing.
"You were telling me about this posh bird," he said. Now we were on his home turf he seemed to have relaxed a good deal.
"Oh aye," said Doug, taking up where I left off, "as PJ was saying, I was shagging away there, bunny, bunny, bunny, and I've got this lovely big white arse in front of me - she's got a big arse and little perky tits, Davinia has, pear-shaped - and I can see her little ringpiece winking up at me. Now I'm thinking, fucking hell, I fancy a spot of that, but I've never done her up the shitter before and I'm wondering how to broach the subject." "
Does your missus take it up the arse?" I interrupted, feeling that it would be worthwhile to get a rough idea of the lie of the land.
"Like a good 'un," the copper replied with a leer.
"By the way," I said. "If I'm going to fuck your old lady, I wouldn't mind knowing what to call you."
"Darren," he said. "And my wife's name is Sue."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Darren. I'm PJ and that's Doug, but you know that already."
"Now we'll all mates, shall I go on, " said Doug in a half-miffed tone. I pulled a face and nodded. "Anyway," he continued. "Davinia's building up to an orgasm - screaming, thrashing about, gushing snatch, the full monty - and I know she'll be open to suggestion immediately after she's popped one, so I diddle away at her clit and bring her off in record time - after all, I can't last all night - and then ask her straight off if she wants it up the bum. She turns round to look at me, right, and then says in this little girl voice that I've never heard her use before, get this, she says 'Do it in my bottom, Daddy.' Just like that."
"This is one sick fucking story," said Darren. "What did you do?"
"Well, what any man would do. I grabbed the KY, squeezed out a good- size dollop, greased her up and set to work. Virgin fucking tight. It was like sticking your dick in a milking machine."
"Not that he's ever done that," I added.
"I tell you, she brought me off and then demanded seconds. And all the time she's talking in that voice and calling me daddy. It would have freaked me out if I hadn't been so horny."
"Did you do her again after that?" asked Darren.
"Yeah, and every time I got near her arse it was daddy this and daddy that. I've no idea where she's coming from. I don't know if she's taking the piss, or it's some kind of twisted fantasy, or y'know whatever. Mind you, it doesn't half give me a fucking boner now, I can tell you."
"You are one sick fuck," I told him.
"So you're always saying. Doesn't mean you're not always sniffing around her."
"Bullshit. You know she's not my type at all." I turned to Darren.
"You see, what it is, Darren, is this. Dougie is your archetypical school of hard knocks salt of the earth pleb. Consequently, he thinks the sun shines out of the arse of any slit with rounded vowels and an expired membership of the Pony Club. Davinia is just the latest in a line of fucked-up little toffs that our Doug has planted his working-class pecker in."
Doug was flicking the V's at me good-naturedly. This was an old routine.
"I, on the other hand," I went on, "have a university degree, a subscription to the TLS and realise that a Rottweiler is not a loveable family pet. Consequently I go for tarty little council estate slappers like Dougie's sister."
"Oi, fuck off."
"Oh come on. Your sister has fucked the whole estate. If it's got a prick she'll drop her knickers for it. That is, if she's even wearing knickers."
"It's true she's a popular girl," he smirked.
"Fucking hell, Dougie. If you had tits like Mel you'd be popular too."
"Big are they?" asked Darren.
"Enormous, and firm with it," I replied.
"Slaggy but not saggy, that's our Mel. Absolute bliss to get those babies wrapped round your dick. Pretty, too, in a behind-the-pub knee-trembler kind of way."
"His sister, on the other hand..." began Doug.
"You have never got within a mile of my sister," I objected. "Albeit not for want of trying."
"His sister," he continued, "who I confess is about the only debutantish cooze who seems immune to my obvious charms, is the original iron-plated knickers model. I personally know several elderly nuns who show more interest in cock than she does. She is one frigid bitch."
"We prefer the word discriminating," I said with mock huffiness. I knew from past experience that any minute Doug would launch into the tale of how he had a threesome with my twin cousins and I didn't want Darren to get the wrong (or more accurately, the right) idea about my family. Instead I changed the subject back to Darren's missus.
"So, tell us about Sue then, Darren."
"Well, like I told you when I pulled you over she's totally cockstruck. Being in the job makes it difficult for her to put it about the way she'd like. It would be hellish bad if any of her activities got back to the force.
"Sorry," I interrupted. "You mean Sue's old bill as well?" "
Yes, didn't I say. She's a WPC."
"And is she going to be in uniform when she gets here?"
Darren laughed.
"They always ask that. Seems like more than a few guys fancy shagging a rozzer in uniform."
"You mean you've done this before?" asked Doug. "Oh yeah. I stop some fellow for a trivial traffic violation, the sort of thing half the coppers in the country would overlook unless they were feeling like being difficult, and then offer him the same choice I offered you. A ticket or a shag. As long as you're a good judge of people and you don't go picking up some born-again Christian or something they all take the shag."
"So it's normally just the one guy then?" I asked.
"Generally. Two is nice. One time last year we had a whole fucking cricket team plus reserves and a scorer. Their minibus had a broken taillight and the wife thought Christmas had come early."
"She fucked 14 blokes?" I was impressed.
"Fucking hell, no. She's fit but she's not Wonderwoman. She had about four or five up her and she just blew the rest. Then at the end they all dropped their wads on her. It looked like an explosion in a custard factory I can tell you."
"I wouldn't have minded seeing that."
"You can," Darren replied. "I'll go and fetch the polaroids." And so saying he stood up and made for the stairs.
When he had left the room Dougie took a long swig of his lager.
"She must be a right slapper," he said authoritatively. "Probably ugly as fuck as well."
"What have I told you about making patriarchal assumptions," I said in a mock-lecturing tone. Dougie scowled.
"In any case, whatever she looks like it's the Old Bill. I've always wanted to fuck the Old Bill." "
They've fucked with me on more than one occasion," grinned Dougie.
"Well, now you can return the compliment."
At that point Darren came back into the room, clutching a handful of polaroid pictures which he passed to me. The first picture showed a youngish woman with light-brown hair kneeling down and looking up at the camera. She was wearing only stockings and a black suspender belt and her small perky tits, the pink puffy nipples clearly aroused, were attractively centre-stage. Her kneeling position hid her pussy, but a dark virtually untamed bush grew over her crotch. As for her face I could scarcely make any judgements as to its attractiveness as it was so totally obscured by a thick film of creamy off-white glop.
The woman's eyes were glued tight shut with lashings of sperm and several thick gobbets dangled from her chin threatening to splash down on to her chest where there were already several splatters, presumably the work of those on the cricket team who were less than precision bowlers. A long, deep pink tongue protruded from her full mouth; it was busy harvesting the smear of semen from her top lip. I flicked through the rest of the pics. They were tamer, girlie magazine material, though I did get a good look at Sue's pink fleshy pussy and tight little arsehole.
Unfortunately her face was turned from the camera or covered with a Venetian mask in all of the photographs.
"Have you got something to hide here?" I asked Darren.
"I took these to send into Readers' Wives," he said, "and I had to obscure Sue's identity because of the job."
"I guess that's fair enough."
I passed the photos to Doug who leafed through them with an appreciative grin.
"She's a dirty little cow, your missus," he chuckled. "I'm going to enjoy cornholing her whatever she looks like."
An irritated expression came over Darren's face. "Listen, she's good looking, my Sue." He took out his wallet and withdrew a passport-style picture from inside. It showed a round-faced teenager with a cute retrousse nose and pale blue eyes. A slightly strained photo-booth smile played across her surprisingly sensual lips.
"That's about five years ago, but it'll give you an idea." Strangely the innocent snap excited me more than the explicit posed photos. She certainly was good-looking in a fresh and well-scrubbed way, although that pouting mouth hinted at a capacity for the kind of depravity we had already heard she was capable of. Doug might have put in an early bid for Sue's dirt-box, but I was more interested in having those pale blue eyes staring up into mine as the WPC slurped another inch of my prick into her mouth. Doug looked at the mini-portrait.
"No, you're a lucky man," he said to Darren. "There was no offence intended."
"None taken," replied the policeman, "and you're a lucky man too because I'm going to let you fuck her in the arse, if she's got the itch that is."
"Funny that though," said Doug. "Nine times out of ten, in my experience, once you've stretched their tradesman's entrance the first time the girls can never scratch that itch enough."
"How old was she when that photo was taken?" I asked. "
Just seventeen," replied Darren. "She was still a virgin when she had that done; it was the week we started going out. She didn't stay a virgin long after that, I can tell you."
"So, how'd you pop her cherry then?"
"In the classic way - on the back seat of my car. I was twenty-two and I'd already been on the force a couple of years, but I couldn't really afford a place of my own yet. She was still in the sixth-form and her Dad was a grumpy old bastard. I had to get her in by eleven at night so we couldn't even go to an hotel for the night. We'd been going out for about three weeks and she'd given me a hand-job the first time we went out together - in fact she'd been giving boys one off the wrist for a couple of years by that time and she'd got bloody good at it. I'd given her several good fingerings as well and there was a big pussy juice stain on the fabric of the back seat where she'd had a massively wet climax one time."
"Is she a squirter?" Doug interrupted.
"Just occasionally. You have to get her exactly primed and then hit the perfect spot at the perfect time. I've worked to get her gushing a few times, but generally it's a happy accident."
"So anyway, her first time?" I prompted. "Yeah, right. We were out driving in the country and she said she thought she was ready to make love. I was anxious she might change her mind, and in any case I was understandably keen to get one up her, so even though it was early afternoon and broad daylight I turned off onto this forest track, pulled over when we were out of sight of the road and then we both got into the back and got naked. "I'd never seen her completely naked before and I tell you I had a hard- on you could have flown a flag on. I'd fucked a dozen girls before Sue, but even then I could tell she was special. I was aching to bury my prick right up her virgin cunt, but first I had to have a taste, and fucking hell, she tasted good."
"Yeah, they always taste best that first time," I agreed. "
So anyway, I got her deliciously wet and then I just slid it on in. She was really tight so I had to take it slow, but she didn't bleed. She told me later that she'd broken herself in with a candle months beforehand. As you can probably imagine I was really excited and it was a struggle to keep from losing it before I really got Sue off. I slid out of her snatch before it was too late and got her to roll over onto her belly so I could gobble her off again until I'd calmed down. She had a really sweet little climax and then I stuck it up her again. I knew I was ready to pop and we'd not taken any precautions so I pulled back out again and dropped a wad on her bum cheeks. The whole shag was fucking fantastic and I couldn't wait to do it again."
I was about to ask Darren how he and Sue had got interested in third- party deals when we heard the front door open. A moment later the girl from the photograph, a little older and far more worldly, but still with those fragile blue eyes, came into the room. She was wearing the uniform of a beat WPC and her face lit up with a lewd smile when she saw Dougie and myself sitting on the couch.
"So these are our two victims," she said. "Not so bad."
Darren introduced the two of us to his wife and then added, "I can see already that she's gagging for it tonight."
"Your old man's just been telling us how he stole your cherry," said Doug with a friendly leer.
"Stole it?" she replied. "I gave it him on a plate."
"You certainly seem like a generous young woman," I said.
"I like to give to needy cocks."
"What d'you fancy giving this one then?" asked Doug, his fly open and his half-erect prick already in his hand.
"Fucking hell, lover boy," she said, "you don't believe in wasting time, do you?"
"Well frankly, darling," he smirked, "your husband's already given me carte blanche with regard to your ringpiece, so I'm inclined to skip any unnecessary formalities."
The woman guffawed. "You've sold him my arse already," she said to her husband. "You are one eager fucker." Then to Doug she added, "Bugger loves to see me getting shitcanned. He offers my derriere around like it was a public service."
"All the same," said Doug, "something makes me think you're up for it."
"Maybe, maybe, but I'm bursting at the moment and I've got to have a pee before we go any further."
"Ooh nice," I said archly. "Can we watch?"
Sue hesitated for a moment and then broke into a smile. "Alright then. I can see hubby’s picked up a right pair here."
Dougie and myself followed the policewoman into the bathroom and Darren, somewhat apprehensively, came after us. Doug, his cock now getting hard and fat as he lazily stroked the shaft, crouched down beside the toilet whilst I took up a sitting position with my back against the wall opposite the loo. Darren hovered in the doorway looking shifty and uncomfortable. Sue shrugged, undid the belt of her uniform trousers and pushed them and her plain dark blue panties down to her knees. Her pelt was as thick and luxurious as the polaroids had suggested, a big dark ayatollah's beard of a bush with soft stray curls creeping out towards the tops of her thighs and her belly button. She lowered herself onto the smooth plastic seat and pulled a face of concentration. My position against the wall allowed me a good view of Sue's muff as she sat on the loo. She strained for the best part of a minute before looking up at me and giggling,
"I'm sorry. My bladder's gone all shy."
"Stand up a minute, sweetie," I replied, unzipping my fly. Sue stood up and I moved over to the toilet. "Aim my pecker while I pee, there's a good girl," I instructed her. She tentatively took hold of my half-erect dick between thumb and forefinger.
"Are you ready?" I asked. Sue nodded and gave an uh-huh and I relaxed my bladder. The beer had gone straight through me and I had a full load to pass but Sue was aiming too high and the first arc of urine splashed against the underside of the open lid. Immediately the policewoman adjusted her hold and the remainder of my piss splashed neatly into the pool at the bottom of the toilet bowl.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" I grinned as Sue shook my circumcised prick and sent a spatter of droplets into the loo.
"Are you ready to go now?" Sue smiled, "Yes, I think so."
"Right, well take your trousers and knickers off and go and stand in the shower."
"You want her to piss in the shower?" said Darren crossly.
"Oh don't fuss, lover," answered Sue. "I'm quite up for this."
She slipped off her shoes and stepped out of her trousers and panties. In stockinged feet she climbed into the shower tray and lifted her jersey and shirt a little so we could all see her furry triangle. She spread her legs slightly and then gave a little frown of preoccupation. For a moment nothing happened and then a brief gush of pale gold splashed from her pussy.
"Good girl, Sue," I encouraged her. She bit her lower lip in concentration and closed those blue eyes. After a moment a trickle of pee exited her sex which quickly grew into a self-confident stream as a delighted smile bloomed across her face. She opened her eyes and gazed out at the three men in front of her, two strangers stroking their cocks and a bemused husband, with the charmingly self-satisfied delight of a child who has just completed a difficult sum.
"I've gone and weed on my socks," she said with a grin. It was true. Her public micturation had resulted in spattered socks so I went over to her and helped her slip them off, after which I gave her a friendly kiss on the lips and allowed one hand to lightly slide over her plump naked buttocks before taking her hand as she stepped from the shower tray. As I was assisting Sue, Dougie had slipped off his strides and underpants and begun to fill the bathroom basin with warm water. I now lowered the toilet lid, which was adorned with a cheap blue furry cover, and sat the woman down on her ceramic throne. Sue made a grab for my dick which hovered before her at head height but I avoided her grasp and steered her hand towards Doug's shorter fatter meat. Within seconds Sue had slid his fleshy foreskin right back and was running her pink tongue around the rim of my mate's glans.
I, meanwhile, dipped a face flannel in the warm water in the basin and, sliding Sue's hips forward on the toilet seat so that her hairy clam was exposed, I gently washed her pee-wet pussy, parting her chubby outer lips to rinse around her carnation pink petals. Her clit was a fat little bud and I couldn't resist going down on the policewoman and tickling her nub with the tip of my tongue which caused Sue to give a shudder of pleasure. By now the woman had three or four inches of schlong in her mouth and her hands were treating Dougie's dangling ball-sac as though it were an avant-garde Newton's cradle. Her wide blue eyes were fixed on the sight of her husband who had stripped off his uniform and was massaging a very well-proportioned truncheon to full hardness while we, a pair of strangers, did for his better half. I turned my attention back to Sue's gash which had a strong flavour as my tongue probed into its folds despite the wash I'd given to its surface.
Delicately I skipped across the crinkly surface of her cunt- flesh alternating between her labia and her nubbin, before succumbing to temptation. I spread her inner lips wide with forefinger and thumb and dive-bombed her vaginal entrance with my tongue, repeating the attack time and again until the young policewoman opened up to me like a conquered citadel and my fat tongue moved in to occupy the lower reaches of her vagina. Dougie, meanwhile, had surrendered his place in Sue's mouth to her husband and, having taken off the rest of his clothes, stood back stroking his saliva-wet dick and surveying the debauched scene. Sue's panties, plain white and practical were still on the floor where she had dropped them and he picked them up and buried his nose in the crotch, inhaling Sue's sex smell with exaggerated gusto while the woman looked at him lustfully. Darren turned his head to watch this pantomime and grinned broadly, his earlier moodiness dissipating with every flick of his wife's tongue on his cock.
My deep tonguing was having the desired effect on Sue. Her pussy was delightfully wet and as I enhanced the tongue-strokes by working my index finger around her clitty she began to utter low moans deep in her throat where even her husband's considerable boner could not muffle them. I stepped up the pressure on the woman, stimulating her come- button directly with my fingers, which caused her to grind her hairy crotch hard against my face while her sleek thighs were clamped against my ears. I was almost suffocating in the WPC's magnificent wet bush and it was with some relief that I finally tripped her switch. She let out a most unladylike grunt of satisfaction and her back arched momentarily before she slumped back, temporarily satiated, and released my head from its luxurious prison. I stood up and took a step backwards as Darren slipped his dick from Sue's mouth and also retreated a short distance. The three of us, Darren, Doug and myself, all stood with our erections quivering and pointing towards their inspiration, the slight half-naked woman on the toilet seat whose pale blue eyes had a far away look that complemented her lazy smile.
"So guys," said Darren, "what next?"
"Her chuff," said Doug decisively. "We've not had the pleasure of an introduction yet."
Sue grinned at Dougie and then quickly got up and, leaning on the toilet cistern, presented us with a fine view of her round white arse. Darren moved over to stand beside his wife and used two hands to part her cheeks, smiling at Doug and me like a shopping channel presenter. I was certainly tempted to purchase what he had to offer, a tight pink valve half hidden by the dark but wispy hair that crept up Sue's natal crack from the forest of her pubes. I was about to ask if Sue had prepared herself for anal sex, but before I could speak, Doug, who has never allowed questions of hygiene to interfere with his sexual predilections, had fallen to his knees like a pagan before an idol and begun to lap vigorously at Sue's ring. The policewoman gave a pleasurable moan as Dougie's broad shovel-like tongue worked away at her sphincter with the kind of insouciance I had only previously seen in a dog licking its own balls. The sight of my friend casually rimming a woman we had only met a few minutes previously was incredibly, almost unsettlingly, arousing.
My prick twitched and I was about to walk round and let Sue feed on it when Dougie knelt back for a moment and remarked, "Fuck me, she tastes sweet."
"I cleaned up at the station before coming here," explained Sue, her voice quavering slightly as Doug returned to devouring her anus. "I wanted it up my arse tonight and I didn't want to be messing around once I got back here."
"She thinks of everything," said Darren proudly, adding with self- satisfaction, "I told you she was up for a buggering."
The state of Sue's backdoor being cleared up I reverted to my plan to get my cock sucked. By placing one foot on the toilet seat above which Sue was balanced I was able to manoeuvre my crotch in front of the young woman's head and once I was in place Sue wasted no time in taking my bare bell-end into her mouth. Her full pink lips clamped down around my shaft, her neat little teeth just grazed the velvety flesh of my glans and her tongue fluttered delightfully over the oozing slit of my meatus.
As she pleasured my penis with her mouth Sue cast those blue eyes up in my direction and I knew that she had just lopped several minutes off the time I could delay my climax. I was loving the feeling of Sue's tongue working over my bulb, but I was very keen to get my bollocks sucked. I slid my cock out from the wet embrace of Sue's mouth, spinning a fine silvery thread of drool between her lower lip and my piss-eye, and dunked my tight scrotum with its halo of soft dark hairs into that same well-lubricated orifice.
The policewoman had to open wide to take my plump nuts and as I felt that agile tongue slithering over my wrinkled bag I grasped my cock with the hand that was not helping me keep my precarious balance above the toilet and rhythmically slapped the engorged flesh-rod against Sue's soft cheek. Whilst the woman slobbered over my ballsac Dougie had sat back from his dedicated rimming and was discussing the question of lubricants with Darren. I knew from past conversations that Doug preferred to grease up his partners' sphincters with massage oil or something similar, but when Darren pointed to KY and condoms in the medicine cabinet the old bugger politely accepted the proffered goods without a word of complaint.
"No offence, mate," the copper said, "but I don't know where your dick's been before."
Dougie's a committed bareback-rider, last of the old breed, but I knew as I watched him slide the latex skin down his shaft that he wouldn't risk his chance of trying a tight arsehole like Sue's for the sake of his principles. While Dougie fitted the condom, Darren squatted down behind his wife and used his index finger to work a good-size dollop of gel up into his wife's butt. As his finger muscled into her ring Sue's eyes widened still further and I took the opportunity of this distraction to rescue my nads from the gentle prison of her lips and replace them once more with my shaft. As my glans pressed up against Sue's soft palate it struck me that she was still wearing the white shirt and black and white checked cravat of her uniform. Her epaulets bearing her service number - 5174 - rose towards me and fell away again as she enthusiastically fellated me.
That I'd have my dick halfway down the throat of a lady copper within the hour was not a thought that had occurred to me when Doug and I were pulled over and warned about a faulty taillight. By now Darren had finished lubing his wife's rear end and he stood back proudly to let Dougie have the first crack at her fudge box. All the evidence suggested that my friend's anal sex technique was effective, but subtle it was not. He lined up the fat head of his ramrod with Sue's neat little hole and simply pushed against the ramparts until they gave way. His dick was ball deep in the woman's rectum in less than a minute. Despite the presence of my meat in her mouth Sue still let out a gasp and then a moan. I withdrew from her mouth asking,
"Does it hurt?" but she grimaced up and replied "It's a good hurt," and then turning her head to look back at the guy on whose fat cock she was impaled she snarled, "Get it right up me and stop pissing about." "
She always gets lippy when there's a stiff one up her," commented Darren prosaically. He had knelt down beside his wife so that he could reach under her and diddle her clitty with one hand. The other hand stroked his dick laconically and he had a look of quiet contentment on his face that struck me as odd for a man whose wife was currently playing the role of filling in a stranger sandwich. Still, I shrugged and slapped my dick about Sue's face for a pleasurable few moments before sliding it back into her welcoming mouth. Dougie had given Sue a minute or so to grow accustomed to his creditable thickness in her back passage but now he started to thrust away at her bumhole with slow deep strokes. Sue was half-gagged by my boner, but she still emitted gargly groans deep in her throat every time my friend reburied his dick in her arse.
"She's fucking tight," he announced to no-one in particular.
"That's what I said," answered Darren with a self-satisfied grin.
We continued in this formation for another couple of minutes, at which point Darren announced, "All change, please," like a randy bus conductor. Dougie paid no attention as by now he had become focused on plugging away at Sue's grasping ring. His thick ramrod was pistoning in and out of the policewoman's back passage with impressive speed and it wasn't until Darren nudged him and said,
"Come on, mate. I fancy a crack at the wife's arse as well," that Doug slid out of that well lubricated sinkhole with an audible pop. As he stepped back the lascivious grin on his face told me, even though I could not see for myself, that Sue's rear entrance had been well stretched by his enthusiastic ramming. I imagined the strong young muscle of the woman's sphincter oh-so-slowly shrinking back to a decent degree of closure, but before that might happen her husband was behind her taking the trail that my old mucker had blazed for him. Darren eased bareback into his wife's dirtbox with one slow smooth thrust which brought a low humming moan into Sue's throat from a point deeper than my dick could gag. In any case, our little game of musical holes had left me the loser. I was obliged to vacate Sue's greedy little gob to make room for Doug who rolled off the condom and stuffed the coppette's mouth before she'd even had time to draw breath. I took up Darren's former position squatting at Sue's side diddling her clitty but I felt I could do more with the bum hand I'd been dealt.
I eased myself under the arch formed by Sue's body, tipped my head back and applied my tongue once more to that tasty vadge. Unsurprisingly the policewoman's snatch was drooling wet and very savoury and I ran my tongue back and forth across her sticky folds, occasionally dipping it into the oozing concavity of her cunt proper. In this position my eyes were only a few inches from Sue's much lauded anus, so close in fact that Darren's dick was just a blur as he drove hard into his wife's pooper. More unsettlingly the policeman's long dangly scrotum and big balls slapped against the crown of my head with every instroke. I'm secure enough in my sexuality not to be panicked by a casual contact like this - after all I had a mouth full of quim drippings to enjoy - but I must confess if a fortune teller had prophesied an hour earlier that I'd be taking a pummelling from a policeman's gonads before the evening was over I would not have crossed her palm with silver.
Sue came abruptly. A thick scoosh of fluid splashed against my face. I'd had sex with a squirter before, but that had only involved getting my pubes stickier than normal. I'd never had a woman come on my face before and my erection reached a new level of hardness. Sue's girl gush had a fresh fragrant taste and I ground my face up into her fuzzy cooze to lap up as much of the spillage as I could get hold of. I suspect that Sue's climax must have caused her sphincter to tighten as I heard Darren groan.
"Shit," he cursed. "I'm losing it." I slipped out from under the policewoman, her sweet spend dribbling down my chin as I returned to the vertical, in time to see Darren grimace as he shot his seed up his wife's behind. Sue moaned, but any meaningful comment from her on receiving a hot ejaculate enema was made impossible by the presence of Dougie's dick, an improbable length of which was still lodged deep in the young woman's mouth. Darren's already detumescing dick slid from his wife's asshole which remained stretched open momentarily in a broad surprised 'O' before it began to contract back towards its regular proportions.
I was, by now, desperate for some good hole and decided to bury my bone in Sue's back garden while the ground, so to speak, was still soft. I took a condom from the pack Dougie had found, rolled the thin rubber down my dick and introduced myself to the policewoman's still-yielding anus. The broad brim of my helmet passed Sue's sphincter with ease, leaving the path clear for me to slowly but inexorably drive the full length of my shaft into her rectum. It was a delightful sensation to feel the wiry hairs on my tight scrotum brushing against Sue's far hairier labia majora, a feeling from which even the distraction of encountering Darren's squelchy man-muck as I drove deeper could not detract. I glanced up from my anal labours and grinned at Dougie who'd withdrawn his dick from Sue's throat so that she could really chow down on his hairy bollocks.
"Teenage fucking tight, eh?" he leered. "No wonder hubby there blew his load."
Darren was jerking his half-soft cock back towards the peak of performance and took Dougie's ribbing good-naturedly.
"Anyone would have shot off when her arsehole clenched like that," he said.
"So PJ," Doug continued, "Are you up for a double?"
I didn't quite follow my friend's drift at first and must have looked as bemused as a fellow can when his pecker's crammed up a lass's tailpipe as Doug went on to elucidate.
"A double penetration. You stay up her bum and I'll squeeze into her snatch."
I replied with an eager yes, having been seized by the desire, as I ploughed in and out of the policewoman's pooper, to give her the fuck of a lifetime, itinerant cricket teams notwithstanding. Dougie immediately slid his scrote from between Sue's nibbling teeth and kissed her long and hard on the mouth, his tongue waggling about where his, and indeed my, cock had so recently been, before breaking away and sliding in underneath Sue's arched body, his dick pointing upwards to Sue's minge, three feet of precarious manoeuvring above him.
"OK Susie darling," he said coaxingly. "Plonk yourself down on my hard- on."
"Not without a rubber on it, she doesn't," interrupted Darren. He tossed the packet of three over to Dougie who sighed heavily but nonetheless ripped open the last of the little foil pouches and rolled the sheath down over his pulsing meat.
"Are you up for this, baby?" Darren asked Sue as Doug slid the latex down his dong.
"Fuck yes," moaned the WPC. "I want that fat cock up my hole now. I'm dripping wet for it. And when he's up my cunt, Darren, I want to swallow your prick like a real porno slut." There didn't seem to be any arguing with that and slowly Sue adjusted her position so that she could manoeuvre her gash down onto Doug's prong. I was obliged to make more course corrections than a lone yachtsman sailing into a Force 10 gale in order to keep my rod deep in the woman's arsehole but in the end my travails were worth it as I felt, through Sue's muscly perineal wall, Doug's bell-end slide into that well-juiced puss.
At that first penetration Sue gasped, "Oh fuck! I think it's too much," but as she grew accustomed to the double invasion she slowly sunk deeper onto Dougie's dick until she had both myself and my best mate bollocks-deep inside her. I withdrew a short way from her tight anus and slowly fed myself back in, repeating the action several times until I had a good fucking rhythm going. Once I was shafting away merrily Sue added to her pleasure by starting to hump up and down on the thick meat wedged up her snatch. Dougie and I had double-penetrated a woman once before, one of his posh coozes called Fiona. I'd called round to his place and caught the two of them at it. Dougie had answered the door in his dressing gown and tried to get rid of me, but before he had managed to chase me off, Fiona, a big-titted blonde with a horsey laugh, had come out from the bedroom starkers twisting a clump of her thick bush between her fingers and looking most shaggable. Within two minutes she had my dick in her mouth and one thing had lead to another. On that occasion I had sampled Fiona's grasping little slot while Doug had taken her arse for himself and I remembered the curious sensation of being able to feel another man's penis moving inside the woman I was fucking through the rampart of her perineum. I
was enjoying this same sensation now, or rather I was experiencing what Doug had felt the last time, as now I had the pleasure of cornholing the hot little slut we were sharing. As I drove my dick deep into Sue's hot chuffhole yet again I told Darren to hurry up and get his cock in Sue's one remaining hole. He had been fascinated at the sight of his slightly-built young wife being invaded by two dicks simultaneously but my voice awoke him from his daze and he hurried round to feed his ramrod into the policewoman's greedy mouth. Sue clamped down on her husband's dick and slurped the thick length deep into her mouth. She was quite full of cock and from her throaty groans I could tell she was delighted. The young woman's audible pleasure and the grip of her deliciously tight sphincter around my phallus were bringing me close to the limit, especially as I was by now pounding in and out of her browneye in a counter-rhythm to Doug's vaginal thrusts.
The hard fucking had whipped up the lubricant and the remains of Darren's deposit into a froth which squelched out around my cock every time I pushed it balls-deep into the coppette's dirtbox. What is more, I could see that my two compatriots were approaching their crucial moments as well. Sue's cunny was slipping up and down on Doug's meat skewer with a wild and frantic rhythm that no man could long resist. Darren's contorted face betrayed the struggle he was having to keep from offering his missus a second spermy blessing; a struggle he was obviously losing. It was no good. I couldn't hold out any longer. With a deliciously moist pop I withdrew from Sue's bum, feverishly tugged off the condom and then watched the long arcs of jism that exploded from my quivering prick, each exquisite spasm in my cock root sending a thick spray that splattered against Sue's back and scuzzed up her pristine white policewoman's uniform shirt. I grunted with pleasure as my orgasm slowed to a trickle and grasping my still turgid meat firmly I smeared the dribbling cock snot across Sue's pale plump buttocks before inserting myself back into her gaping crapper while I remained firm enough to penetrate.
As I stuffed myself back into Sue's fudger another hard orgasm tore through her lithe body. Her anus clamped down on my wilting prick and it was evident that her cooze was doing the same to Dougie's boner from the throaty groan he let out. Sue's back arched spasmically before she sat right down with a shudder on my friend's dick. The violence of her climactic throes meant that my half-soft cock slipped back out of her well-oiled rear end and it struck me that in my orgasmic bliss I had re- shtupped her without a johnny on.
Still, Darren was too busy concentrating on holding off his pop-shot to notice and Dougie, had he cared anyway, was in the middle of his own orgasm, his jism being neatly delivered into the receptacle teat of his condom deep inside the policewoman's gash. Clearly Darren would not be able to hold out much longer in the unequal battle for his sperm so I moved up to where I could get a good look at Sue taking his load in her face. Those pale blue eyes looked up at me and sparkled, and it crossed my mind to sidle up and rub the last few droplets of spunk from my dick onto Sue's soft flushed cheek. Before I could act, however, Darren relinquished his wad with a deep and heartfelt groan. I had expected him to pull out and glop-glaze his other half's pretty face, but instead, as soon as the first spasmic bubble had burst he grabbed hold of Sue by the nape of the neck and held her close as his orgasmic spend hurtled into her throat. Unsurprisingly the woman started to cough and splutter and try to pull away from her husband but Darren held her firm until he had unloaded the full whack. Only then did he withdraw from the policewoman's mouth leaving her bent over the toilet bowl hacking and gasping. A thick drool of saliva and sperm ran down her chin as she fought to get her breath back while Darren, his wet dick starting to droop, stood back admiring what he'd done. I was amazed to realise that the sight of the young woman choking on her husband's fat dick and copious ejaculation had aroused me. My prick, I was rather pleased to see, was stiffening again, albeit with a little discomfort, and had Sue not still be panting and drooling, a whitish string of fluid dangling about a foot from her lower lip, I would have fed my spam back into her mouth for a second session. Dougie's limp dick had by now slipped from the copper's snatch and he was leaning against the far wall with his used condom, well filled with his batter, dangling ridiculously between his forefinger and thumb.
"Y'know," he reflected, "I was so keen to get up this dirty bitch's arse I never took the chance to check out her upper slopes." Sue had by now begun to recover from her half-suffocation and she flashed a weak smile at Doug from astride the toilet seat where she had sat down to regain her strength. She began to unbutton the white sweat- and-spunk-stained uniform shirt to reveal a no-nonsense workaday white bra with only the most prosaic lace-like ornamentation on the upper portions of the cups.
"Go on Baby," breathed Darren. "Show these dirty fuckers your cute little tits." In a trice the shirt and bra were off and Sue's small firm gamine breasts were revealed. I was delighted by her disproportionately large pink puffy nips and stroked my once again erect prick to convey my appreciation. Glancing around I saw that my two fellow-fuckers were still limp and, feeling obliged to pay homage to those pert bubbies, I stepped forward and rubbed my banger over them, leaving a snail-trail of post-orgasmic dribble on the pale flesh. By now Sue had got her breath back and I felt no more qualms in suddenly shoving my dick into her mouth than Sue had problems in accommodating the intrusion. My helmet was buried deep inside and Sue's agile tongue slithered over the underside of my shaft like an amorous gastropod. Her hands began to pull gently on my ballbag but I had a more diverting idea for her skilful fingers.
I raised her hand to my mouth and sucked on her long middle finger hard and deep just like she was sucking on me, running my tongue around the firm flesh. When I was sure her finger was well coated with my spit I pulled it from my mouth by the wrist and guided her hand back to the crack of my arse. The copper was a bright girl and understood immediately what I wanted. Within seconds I felt her spit-lubricated finger unceremoniously penetrating my ringpiece and groping about up my arsehole in search of my prostate or possibly, given the forcefulness of her fingering, of my tonsils. Wherever her finger was heading it was the hard bulge of my prostate that it found and moments later it was joined by its fellow to lead a two-pronged attack on my backdoor. Clearly mine was not the first choccy box that Sue had had her fingers up. I imagine some men can take a real mauling of the prostate but my spunk spewer is like a switch and a few sound jabs from the policewoman's fingers was enough to trigger a hard wrenching orgasm, bigger on contractions than it was on ejaculation, that I felt as much in my arse as I did in my balls and prick. No doubt Sue, in her fuck-charged state far less safety conscious than her old man, wanted to suck down what spume I did manage to fetch up, but I wanted to nasty up that face with its blue, blue eyes which stared up at me with a wholly deceptive innocence even as her fingers pounded away up my shitpipe.
Consequently as my prick surged with its first half-painful jerk I withdrew from Sue's mouth and grabbed my cock so I could smear what I did succeed in piping all around that cutie-pie kisser. My glop was thick and snotty and I left lumpy streaks across Sue's cheeks and mouth as I drew my dick like a paintbruch across her face before drawing back to admire my art. She was as pretty as a picture and I couldn't resist bending down and planting a big smacker on her, our lips rapidly locking and her tongue darting into my open mouth. Needless to say I could taste my own prick-swill as we kissed, even feel its viscosity against my skin and the thought delighted me. A moment later it struck me that I would be sampling Darren's slough too in the kiss of his pretty wife, but it hardly seemed a problem; no more a problem indeed than it seemed to be for Sue that my dick which she had so voraciously gobbled had come fresh from her jacksy.
I broke the kiss as my chubby started to deflate and stood back to admire the WPC, spunk-slimy and fucked in every orifice, still sitting astride the toilet seat with a look that suggested that, good as the sex had been so far, we had yet to top the cricket team who'd glazed her good and proper the previous year. My dick would be purely ornamental for some time to come after that last grinding climax, and Darren who'd also popped twice was standing at the side of the room caressing a cock that was far from battle-ready.
Clearly Dougie was the man for the job. He was still clutching the condom he'd filled like a prize-winning raffle ticket, and as I stood back from the toilet-seated girl with my dick drooping from overwork Dougie moved forwards, knelt down in front of Sue, and slowly and deliberately squeezed the runny contents of the condom - how unlike my last lumpy splurt - all over his own face, anointing cheeks, mouth, forehead and chin with his own ball-bechamel. I have to confess I knew vaguely that Dougie had a fascination with his own spewings, one that went further than my own readiness to suck face with a girl I've just splattered. Despite his penchant for Country Life slit and mine for council house cunt we had more than a couple of exes in common and it's no great revelation to state that women talk more than men - especially if you nibble a clit to start the conversation rolling. In any case, stories of unusually filled hip-flasks being produced at the most unexpected moments were not unknown to me. Whatever, my pal looked a mess.
Darren had a look of extreme bemusement on his face, but this soon turned to renewed excitement as his wife started to frig at herself, grinding her clitty hard and without finesse, as Doug leant forward and began to rub his sticky face against the woman's soft trim belly and big, almost moundless nips. He used his whole face like I had recently used my bellpiece, to spread his dribbly fry around Sue's body. He didn't work her spigots with his tongue, or kiss or nuzzle her belly; he simply glazed her torso with his face acting as a soggy sponge, although I will concede that he drooled copiously to eke out his medium. Sue reached another hard gasping climax in a matter of moments and was well on the way to a second when Dougie knelt back to admire his handiwork. S
ue's little teats and belly were glossy with a thin wash of jism which complimented the slimy spatter on her pretty face. Doug stood up with a grin on his face, which still bore the traces of his runny load, and pointed his half-erect dick at Sue, who still straddled the toilet, leaning back a little now to facilitate hand access to her twat. I presumed that Dougie too wanted those full lips clamped around his meat so it was with shocked delight that I saw the pale yellow jet arc from his meatus and splash down between Sue's tits. That first piss seemed to last hours. Darren stood with his mouth hanging open in speechless surprise.
Sue stared down at the stream that Dougie guided from one puffy nipple to the other and back again and at the saffron rivulets that ran down her tummy and pooled in her bushy crotch before tinkling through her fiddling fingers into the toilet below. In actuality it can't have been much more than ten seconds before Dougie squeezed down on his flow and cut off the urinary stream mid- piss. Sue fixed those ever bluer eyes on his cum-streaked face and for a moment I fretted that he had crossed the line. I envisioned Darren throwing us out into the night naked and had just had time to consider how tremendously bad it would be to get on the wrong side of a pair of coppers when Sue broke the tense silence with a wide-mouthed half- choked gasp. Her lower body and legs shuddered visibly and her eyes, though still trained on Dougie, fluttered open and shut at nineteen to the dozen. A second apparently more powerful tremor ran through her body and I was amused to see how the shiver sent tiny pee-drops flying from the end of her nipples. Darren had stepped forward after the initial shock of Dougie's actions had worn off as though he intended to confront his guest, but he stopped cold as his wife's pleasure peak overtook her. She looked to be groaning with delight but at first no noises would come out of her mouth. It was only as the climactic spasms subsided that her throaty gasps became audible and then just as her breath began to return she was overcome with a spontaneous fit of breathy laughter. When she was finally able to speak the enormity of her feelings allowed her only to state the very obvious.
"You pissed on me," she managed to say before laughter overwhelmed her again. Doug just smirked, his prick still poised to loose the rest of his bladder over the nearly hysterical woman. "
You fucking pissed on me" she repeated when at last she had regained control.
"You pissed all over me and I fucking loved it."
"Do you want the rest of it, darling," Dougie leered. "
Fuck yes," she gasped. "Piss it all over my tits."
Dougie relaxed his internal grip and the pee curved once more from his half-hard cock, slicking down Sue's bubbies for a few seconds more before Dougie re-directed the stream and hosed Sue's pussy, where her fingers were once more in a no-holds-barred duel with her engorged clit. I turned to speak to Darren and began to point out that Dougie had asked back in the lift and hadn't ever received a categorical no, but I quickly realised that Darren was not likely to pay me any attention. He was absorbed in the sight of his young wife taking a piss-shower from a virtual stranger and his once again firm prick was clapsed in the speed- blur of his right fist. Dougie's flow began to dry up and as he squeezed the last few drops out over Sue's boobs he turned to the woman's husband and said,
"Your turn now, mate. I've left you the best part."
"What?" grunted Darren through gritted teeth, his hand still beating at his boner.
"Her face, sonny, her face. You've got to piss on your beautiful wife's face." Darren stopped whacking off. It was obvious that, having seen his wife getting a sluicing from Dougie, the idea had come to appeal to him, but he was still in two minds as to whether he dared. Sue chimed in, her words punctuated with little gasps as her cunt continued to spasm irregularly,
"Please baby. I want you to. You can piss on my face. No-one else can. I wouldn't let anyone else, but you can do it right in my mouth."
"Go on," Doug continued. "Look at the mess PJ's made of her face with his slimy load. That fucker probably spent the afternoon with his dick up some estate jailbait's fudge tunnel. You don't want his muck all over her boat. Piss her nice and clean."
Whether it was Sue's imprecations or Dougie's not wholly inaccurate description of my sex-life that decided Darren I don't know but he moved towards his wife and Doug stood back to let him get a crack at her. Darren held his hard dick only a few inches from Sue's face, apparently having sussed that his aim wouldn't be worth tuppence with the kind of throbbing stander he was nursing, and screwed his face up in concentration. At first nothing came but after a moment a trickle of urine dribbled from Darren's one-eye and splashed against Sue's cheek. Thereafter the floodgates were opened. Darren, of course, was not an accomplished piss-artist like Dougie.
He didn't appreciate how to slow the piss-stream down to a gentle tinkle, but rather his water jetted out as if from a riot-cannon. What's more, having fetched up only shortly beforehand, Darren's plumbing was still askew - a problem I myself have - and his pee came out as a split stream, the greater flow bombarding Sue's cheek, the lesser arcking out almost at right angles and landing on Sue's already piss-slick tits. Sue turned her head to meet her husband's micturation head on, her mouth open, her eyes shut, looking for all the world - provided that one could ignore her pee-drenched naked body and the smearings of gene- juice on her face - like a nun waiting to take communion. Her man's stale filled her mouth in moments, obviously more quickly than she could have anticipated as she began to splutter and cough, and shut her mouth against the continuing jet. The piss ricocheted off her clenched lips and, her head being tilted back, swilled down her cheeks to wet her bobbed hair. Given the volume of his flow, Darren was finished unsurprisingly quickly. As he waggled his still firm prick to shake off the last drops that clung to his meatus Sue opened her lips again and allowed a mouthful of wet gold to gush down her chin, her blue eyes staring up into her husband's.
"Oh Sue," the copper groaned, "Suck my pissy cock off again."
Sue took his erection into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down on her husband's rod, a real whore's blow-job, unsensual but efficient. With one hand she tugged on Darren's ballsack, with the other she continued to frig herself wildly. I saw my chance to join the piss-party. I moved towards the woman, still astride the toilet - though a fair amount of the piss had missed the loo and lay in puddles on the lino - and aimed at her perky norks. Having gone for Sue's entertainment only a short while before, I suspected that I'd only manage a dribble, but the beer I'd drunk while we were waiting for Sue to arrive had worked it's way through my system rapidly and I was able to produce a creditable quantity, albeit that I shared Darren's affliction and about half my output shot off at a slant and added to the mess on the floor.
As my hot flow splashed against her nubs Sue looked up at me with smiling eyes and if I'd had it in me physically I would have come on her again then and there. As my flow died away to the merest trickle Sue's utilitarian gobbling of her husband produced the desired result. The policeman tensed and rose onto the balls of his feet involuntarily, his face screwed up somewhere between pleasure and pain. Once again he had placed his hand firmly on the back of Sue's head to make sure she couldn't release his spurting flesh until he'd unloaded the dregs of his bollocks. This time, however, he must have produced a smaller portion as I could see Sue's throat pulse rapidly as she guzzled down her husbands's cream tea. When Darren pulled his slackening boner from his wife's mouth he was completely spent, a fact that was confirmed when Sue opened her mouth wide to let all three of us see his thick stringy cock-spit mixing coarsely with her saliva before she gulped down that last mouthful.
I was exhausted, and from the look on his face Darren felt even more shattered. Sue, who hadn't moved from her pissy throne, had the contentedly fatigued appearance of someone who'd just completed a tough but satisfying endurance event. Nobody spoke. I glanced round at Doug who tended to have the necessary chutzpah to get through such tricky social situations. He was ostentatiously drying his prick on Sue's black uniform skirt. Eventually he concluded that his meat was spick and span and cast the soiled skirt down onto the piss-puddly floor before remarking nonchalantly,
"I can always tell the ones who fancy a shower."
"Fucking hell," exclaimed Darren, enthusiasm overcoming his exhaustion. "I never though that would get me off, but Sue looked so fucking hot with your piss all over her." He turned to his wife and repeated the point.
"You looked so beautiful all piss-wet, baby." Sue just gave a dreamy smile and murmured in agreement, her fingers twiddling in her pubic hair with post-coital languor. She stretched out her arms with an exaggerated motion and I watched in amusement as little pee-droplets tinkled from her as she moved.
"I guess I'd better hit the shower," she said, slowly rising from the toilet seat and drifting across the bathroom.
"Do you fancy a beer before you hit the road," said Darren, his genial host manner incongruous as he stood there starkers with a spit-wet dick.
"Hit the road," said Dougie with feigned incredulity. "The night is still young. Tell me. How does Sue feel about other women." The night was indeed still young.