by Pamela Prim
Doyle’s hand continued to rub her cunt sending shivers of pleasure down the nerves to her nipples which were both rock hard and sensitive in the cool evening air. Kettering’s fingers traced circles on her skin, pressing down against he firm flesh of her tits in circles that closed in on her nipples.
When he finally gave them a pinch she almost came, they were ach-ing, erect and flushed bright pink with blood. He wet his thumbs in his mouth and brought them back rubbing her nipples almost as if they were a pair of nipples like they were a pair of clitorises. They certainly feel like it! she thought. His fingers cupped her breasts as his thumbs worked and even the skin beneath those fleshy mounds was tingling with pleasure at his touch.
She could feel an orgasm building not in her crotch as it did when she touched herself, but all through her body and she thrust her hips down against Doyle’s hand even harder.
Her mouth was moving but the noises she was making were little more than animal grunts and moans. Then Doyle stepped back, his hands pulled away sharply and the pleasure vanished, replaced with an aching de-sire that felt like the most powerful craving she had ever felt.
‘Cuff her, Kettering,’ snapped Doyle. Just as she thought she might be arrested for seducing an officer on duty, Kettering pulled the rest of her blouse off and with one deft movement undid her bra and tossed it aside.
The cuffs were hard and bit into her wrists, the pain felt oddly good. Doyle meanwhile began undoing her jeans.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Take me please. Do whatever you want to me.’
As Doyle slid her jeans off Kettering lifted her up and sat her face down on one of the tables around which gamblers would normally sit. The litter of betting slips and the sports pages stuck to her bare skin. As Kettering pushed her back so her head hung off one end of the table and her but off the other, she saw Doyle pull her panties out of the bundle of her jeans and sniff them. Her back arched as gravity pulled her legs down on one end and her head on the other, then she felt a shoulder under each thigh taking some of the weight off. A should under each thigh and the hot breath of kettering on her cunt.
Suddenly she was very nervous, she’d never had a man touch her pussy before, what if it was weird, or smelled, or she did something wrong with it.
She needn’t have worried, Kettering took her crotch in his mouth an sucked gently pulling the skin tight. His tongue worked its way into her, her juices and his saliva met and mingled. With his tongue pressing into her, the pressure of it searching her body, a whole new wave of pleasurable sensation ran up and down her. These less urgent, more steady, filling her up.
She tried to jerk her hips against his face but his hands held her legs still and she couldn’t move.
The cuffs at her back were painful with her weight on them and she had to wiggle a little to get comfortable as she did so she closed her eyes and when they opened she was stunned by what she saw.
Doyle was standing at her head his trousers unbuttoned and a huge cock jutting out of them like the branch of a tree. Karen gasped. That’ll never fit, she thought. Doyle idly tossed her panties onto her belly and placed the purple head of his cock, huge and swollen with blood, against her lips.
For a moment she was frightened, lying there naked, looking upside down at a man his vast cock thrown into forced perspective by the angle. Then Kettering switched to long lapping movements with his tongue wide and flat over her lips and clit.
A gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth and into that opening Doyle pressed his mighty head. The angle made it odd, she’d seen videos of what do to with tongue, lips and teeth, but upside down like this she couldn’t work it out. Then Kettering’s tongue blotted thought out and she went with instinct.
She was surprised that there was no real taste to it. The faint tang of salt and sweat but that was kind of pleasant. There was a pleasant fleshy texture to it which she tested by sucking gently on it and circling the head with her tongue in much the same way Kettering had started with her clitoris.
This seemed to be working and Doyle’s huge member seemed to swell even more in her mouth, he thrust his cock back and forth, penetrat-ing her mouth even further. She felt a little of her own saliva drip out of her mouth, it was impossible to swallow with this monster jammed in there. She felt the slick liquid drip down over one eye and she tried harder, took Doyle deeper. Her throat was beginning to resist, when she felt his cock hit the back of her throat she nearly gagged. By adjusting the angle of her head she found he could slide in a little more easily. But the retching was getting stronger and she was loosing concentration as Kettering added his fingers to the mix, first one curling up inside her to rub her g-spot and then two. She tensed hard gripping those fingers as tight as she could, pressing her walls against them.
Kettering seemed to be timing his thrusts with Doyle, his fingers sliding into her cunt as Doyle battered her throat. Doylewsa letting out a litany of swear words, between animal grunts and her own moans, stiffled by his cock were reaching fever pitch.
‘I’m gonna fucking cum,’ Doyle roared and jammed his cock right up to the hilt blocking Karen’s throat and cutting off her breathing. His balls pressed, wet with her saliva against his chin and she felt the powerful hydraulic pulsing of his cock as he pumped cum into her throat. He pulled out hard, squirted another thick line of cum over her lip and chin, then jammed it back in and pulsed another round into her throat, as he pulled out again another gush of cum filled her mouth with a salty, slightly burning liquid. With hemouth now clear of cock she swallowed.
Oh my God, I made him cum so hard. Something about that thought set her off and she felt the orgasm well up from Kettering’s tongue tip through her clit and out in waves across her body.
As the orgasm began to die away she was aware first of even more cum on her face – He wasn’t finished then – and the sensation of beingsplit in two from the crotch up as her till then unsullied pussy was entered in one long hard stroke by Kettering.
It helped that she was still soaking wet, but the orgasm had tigh-tened her muscles and Kettering was every bit as big as his boss. He ploughed into her and she could feel every fibre of her body desperately stretching to accommodate him. The pain passed almost immediately and was replaced by the aftershocks of her first orgasm. As the waves of plea-sure rolled over her she could feel every rib of her pussy respond to every bulging vein in his cock.
When she looked down and saw the animalistic face of Kettering as he slammed his cock into her again and again she was lost, her mind went blank in a mess of crossed wires and fried circuitry as the strongest orgasm so far hit her, seeming to renew itself with each thrust, with each hard blow against her cervix and the grind of his hips against her clit.
She lost all control, limbs shaking and stomach tensing, she felt her-self let loose a gushing flow of her juices onto his pumping cock. Then he pulled out of her and with astonishing accuracy unloaded a half-dozen thick lines of cum across her stomach and the panties Doyle had tossed there.
Through all this Kettering had been completely silent apart from his ragged breathing. All those boarding school wanks, she thought a little pityingly. I’d like to be the one to make him scream my name during sex.
Kettering staggered away a little and Doyle took his place. She felt limp, completely drained, but when Doyle said, ‘More?’ it was as if her cunt spoke for all of her and she said: ‘More.’
He leaned forward and lifted her into a seating position by her throat. The feeling of his powerful hands, cutting off just enough air to show he was in control made her already dripping pussy even wetter. She realised she was sitting in a wet patch of her own making, the papers stuck together by her sexual emissions.
With his other hand Doyle reached behind her and turned the key in the lock of the cuffs and brought her hands to the front. His cock still thrust out of him, but now at a half mast. A glistening white drop of cum still sat on the tip of it and Karen leaned forward to lick it up with her tongue. He seemed to like that, swell
ing a little.
She gave the head another long loving lick, aware that his first load was drying to a crust on her neck. ‘This time,’ she said. ‘I want you both to cum inside me.’
Kettering came up and stood beside Doyle. As she took Doyle in her mouth, her other hand began to tug Kettering to attention. Their cocks were more sluggish having cum once. But Karen knew what she wanted, her hand moved up and down, watching the facinating give of the skin as it moved over the pattern of blood vessels. Slowly the two huge cocks came to life, jutting once more like the spar of a ship.
She kissed them, sucked on them, ran her lips down the base of them to the balls, moving from one to the other, and back again. Eventually their hips began to grind into her movements, their breath became harder and shallower like they had been running. With both of her men now standing proud she let them go and stood up. ‘I want you both to cum inside me.’
Kettering stood back and made a you-first gesture to Doyle. ‘Rank has its privileges.’
But Doyle smiled and said, ‘No, you get her warmed up for me, by all means.’
Kettering sat down on one of the gambling benches and with ex-traordinary ease picked Karen up and dropped her astride his lap. She could feel his cock press against her cunt and just frotted against it for a while, enjoying the feel of him against her. He spanked her ass with one hand and with the other played with her breasts, even gently slapping them a bit. Karen moaned, the little flashes of pain felt good and drove her onwards.
Unable to wait any longer she reached down and guided him into her. This time it didn’t hurt at all, warmed up and still a little stretched out she was able to, with a little wiggling and the application of a little extra sa-liva slide him right into her. ‘That feels good,’ she whispered in his ear, kissing his neck and beginning to undo the white shirt of his uniform.
She held him almost still inside her and giving away as little move-ment for him as possible ground her clit against him.
The shirt came away in her hand. ‘Wow,’ she gasped looking at his lean, muscular body. She ran her hand over his pecs and gave his biceps a squeeze. ‘Someone works out,’ she said, he started to reply but she took that moment to slide up his cock until it almost pulled free of her and then drop back down onto it. She enjoyed the feeling of his cock slamming into her, but not as much as the sudden change in expression from the relaxed enjoyment of her grinding to a sudden spike of pleasure. His head rocked back and eyes closed.
His muscular hands gripped her waist and lifted her up and down, she helped but was almost entirely under his control.
God he’s strong, he’s practically using me as a fleshlight! She felt like she was about to cum and not wanting to miss out on Doyle was about to roll off him and give him some assistance with her mouth when she felt two hands on her shoulders which pushed her down onto Kettering’s cock and pinned her there then pushed her forward so her tits pressed into Ket-tering’s chest and her face into his neck.
It also brought her arse up and while one hand held her firm, and as Kettering writhed, frantically trying to get some movement with his cock, she felt the other hand grip her arse and a thumb wet with saliva began to rub the little circle of her anus.
Doyle spat a few more times until her crack was soaking and he’d worked his thumb right into her. Just like the sex, after the initial pain of entry, his thumb started to feel really good.
‘Yes,’ she moaned. ‘Fuck my ass.’ She felt unbelievably dirty. She had been a virgin half an hour ago and now she was Doyle’s butt-fucking slut. But it felt good to be dirty like this, with these two beautiful men. Doyle let go of her neck and with his thumb firmly in place she was once more in a position to bounce up and down Kettering’s shaft.
As her arse got comfortable with Doyle’s thumb he pulled it out, and replaced it first with his middle finger, then added his ring finger. I guess that’s where its name came from, thought Karen.
He kept them wet with thick slick gobs of saliva, and then began to slide them in and out. She felt her whole body tighten with the pleasure of Kettering and Doyle inside her, then it would hurt and she’d have to relax. Constantly chasing the orgasm then having to back off.
Then the moment she had been waiting for, Doyle felt something was right with her body and his fingers slipped out of her, he pinned her down again and she felt the huge presence of his cock between her cheeks. She breathed in and held it relaxing as much as she could.
He entered her slowly, it felt bizarre to have something so big going into her arse. She did her best not to think about the bathroom. The tip seemed to take forever, stretching her more and more until she was sure something would tear right up her. Then suddenly it was in. She felt herself close up behind his head and her arse gripped his slick wet shaft.
Doyle move faster now. Thrusting in and out in small strokes, each one going a little further until it felt like his cock was battering at her lungs and heart. She could feel Ketterings cock stationary inside her but still pulsing with the flow of blood and in the strange sensational illusions it felt to her as if Doyle’s cock were rubbing up against Kettering’s inside her. They felt crammed in. She felt full, filled to bursting with the members of these two huge cops.
She wanted to cum on their cocks so badly. ‘Please,’ she whispered. And they began to fuck her.
What followed was a building rhythm of thrusting four hands groped her body, caressing her skin, worshipping her. Doyle pressed against her back. He had stripped off and the hair of his chest scratched a little. His tongue and lips sucked and lapped at her neck he bit her back and slapped her ass. He reached around to play with the breasts that Kettering was sucking on, only to abandon them and kiss her on the mouth hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and taking her tongue in his.
She turned to kiss Doyle and saw the look of pleasure, of desire on his face. Karen felt like all three of them were melting into on writhing mass of sweat and limbs, the cocks inside her seemed to pass into synchronised rhythms, thrusting into her in unison, then slowly changing the pattern until one was balls deep as the other nearly pulled out, then swapping with great speed. She was aching from the pounding, her muscles were sore, her mouth felt bruised and the sweat and cum on her face stung her eyes and dripped onto her breasts and Kettering’s chest. But she wanted more and more and more.
Then with an almighty, gutteral moan, and and explosive cry of: ‘Fuck,’ she felt Kettering explode inside her. He didn’t change his rhythm thrusting up and into her over and over his neck straining so the tendons showed and his chest glistening with their mixed sweats. She felt him pumping his seed into her again and again until it was dripping out of her cunt and down his balls. The feeling of him cumming pushed her over the edge and she threw her own head back gripping her tits as hard as she could and continuing to slam herself down on Ketterings cock which had already begun to deflate.
Still, even at half-mast Kettering was more than enough for her. She came hard her body tensing and her arsehole suddenly gripping Doyle with all the power of her orgasm.
Then she slumped forward onto Kettering whose cock remained in-side her as it slowly wilted. The shuddering orgasm seemed to have put Doyle over the edge and he too seemed to build to his orgasm, pounding her as she lay there his cock in parallel with the now still cock of Kettering.
An aftershock, or perhaps an anal orgasm, hammered through her again as she realised he to was erupting into her. He jerked hard inside her spasmed once and she felt the rush of liquid into her. Then her spasmed again, jerked again and fell forward onto her. They lay like that exhausted for a while until the two men were too soft to stay in.
As they slipped out of her she felt a gush of their cum follow them. She cupped herself front and back to catch it.
‘Here,’ Doyle said, his hulking body naked under the harsh lights of the shop his hand extended. In it he held the balled up scrap of cloth that was her panties. Covered with her cum and theirs. He stepped forward and pulled t
hem up onto her catching the spilled cum in them as he pulled them snug with her crotch.
Her panties were soaked, drenched with her saliva, streaked in the crotch by her cum and everywhere else by a thick white skin of theirs. The damp rag was cold where it stuck to her, cupping her soaking cunt and ab-sorbing more of their seed as it leaked out of her.
She blushed, again that feeling of dirtiness and excitement mingled.
She pulled her jeans on and was pleased to see the damp didn’t soak throught. Even though the feeling reminded her of when she was young enough to still wet herself. These two men had marked her as theirs. They had saved her as a girl, and now were claiming her as a woman, their wom-an.
‘Now,’ said Doyle, buttoning his shirt. ‘We really do need that state-ment from you, Karen.’
‘Of course.’
Kettering took out his pen and pad. ‘In your own time and your own words,’ he said.
Chapter Three
After giving her statement, she straightened her hair in the bathroom mir-ror and checked her clothes. She had taken the two policemen’s phone numbers and thumbed the scrap of paper in her pocket as she walked to the bus.
She took her seat opposite an old couple and wondered about their life together. If they had ever done something as outrageous, as crazy as what she had just done.
Going over the events of the day, she found herself playing with her breasts, with her crotch, through her shirt and jeans. Just idly brushing it, but clearly it was enough to get odd looks from the old couple. The old woman looked shocked and deeply disapproving.
The old man winked at her. She smiled back at him. She didn’t feel at all self-conscious anymore the way she would have done this morning.
She balled up the number in her pocket and instead took out her phone and searched for HOT SUIT GUY and hit the green call button.
