Chapter 5
My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I answered the doorbell to stare down the barrel of a revolver. Camille pointed the thing at my chest, backing me into the apartment. She was dressed in a policewoman's blues, complete with badge, handcuffs, billy club, and, quite obviously, a gun.
"Back up, mister," Camille commanded with great authority, her voice lowered, her tone deadly serious. "No quick moves. Hands behind your head. Nice and easy."
My hands went to the back of my head without hesitation. Could she really be a cop? And if so, what the fuck had I done to be treated like a dangerous criminal? She backed me into the bedroom and I kept my mouth shut. I didn't dare take a chance that she was serious and that the gun was loaded.
Linda screamed when she saw the gun.
"On your feet, lady! Both of you, up against the wall. Assume the position. Now!" The gun motioned us to the wall, looked all too real and convincing.
"What the fuck--"
"Shut up, mister. I'll let you know when it's time to talk. Hands on the wall and spread 'em."
Linda shot me a worried look as we both reached for the wall.
"Eyes front, sister!"
Linda's arms visibly trembled as she turned her gaze away from me. I, too, stared at the wallpaper, my feet apart, my tensed body prepared to be frisked. I kept wondering if this was for real, or if it was only a game. Camille's hands began at my shoulders. She actually seemed to be searching for something as she frisked me.
"What's this?" she asked, her hand cupping my nuts, lifting them to press them into my flaccid prick. She closed her fingers tightly around my genitals and squeezed. "You hiding something down there, mister?"
"Uh, no, officer. That's all me."
"Bullshit! Turn around and strip it down, buster. Everything off. There's more in that crotch than what God gave you to work with."
I turned around and started to undress, glanced between the pointing gun and Linda's quivering body. She was close to tears and genuinely frightened.
"What's this all about, Camille? Are you--"
"I told you to shut up! One more word and I shoot your dick off. Now get out of those clothes!"
Camille kept the gun pointed at my crotch as her free hand frisked Linda's quaking figure. She smiled while her hand dove between Linda's legs, reaching up to fondle her cunt. I stripped as quickly as I could to hopefully draw focus upon myself and away from Linda.
"Okay, lady. It's your turn. That crotch it too full to be only pussy."
Linda turned to face me and covered herself, her arms folded over her chest in resisting defiance. She looked really scared, and so was I. I stood in my shorts, hesitant to bare my vulnerable manhood. Then I caught Camille giving Linda a conspiratory wink and a smile. It suddenly hit me that this was all a game, that Camille had cast us into our first fantasy!
Linda's body quieted and she began to strip. Realizing what was happening, I willingly stepped out of my underwear and proudly stood with everything on display. Then I decided to play along, to adopt a meek and frightened role. I brought my hands into my crotch to cover myself up.
"Hands behind your head, and keep 'em there, mister!"
"Yes, ma'am. Whatever you say, ma'am." I was really getting into this, my hands rising to let her see my dangling dick. I moved into the wide stance that I had so often seen in the movies. A decadent thrill coursed through my veins, my naked body exposed in all its glory. Camille's eyes caressed my flesh and a wave of heat followed her lowering gaze. By the time she reached my crotch, I presented her with a semi-erection, my dick lifting away from my balls, swelling, lengthening beneath her loving look.
"Turn around and grab your ankles, buster." Camille's voice softened some, yet carried the same authoritative tone.
I dutifully obeyed, my hands locking around my ankles as I bent myself in half. I watched her approached through my parted legs, my hairy crack spread for her inspection.
She knelt between my legs, the gun holstered, her hands placed on my butt to pull my ass cheeks further apart. It was a strange feeling having someone stare up my mass, to have a stranger so close to my crack that they could count every fucking hair. It was also exciting and stimulating, my cock rising to full erection.
Her thumbs sat next to my asshole, moved around to change the shape of my puckered circle. I couldn't believe it when she licked up my crack, her tongue pressed firmly against my flesh. One long swipe at my backside, then she zeroed in on my hole, her tongue racing around the rim of my pit. It was warm and wet. It was also the first time a mouth had placed itself right on top of my asshole!
She kissed up and down my valley before returning to suck on my sac, her tongue darting in and out and around. She lavished moisture on my balls to make her touch even more exciting. My natural reaction was to block her advances, but no amount of concentration would permit me to interfere. And I wanted to relax for t her, wanted to experience her fucking tongue and fingers.
She pulled her face out of my crack and pressed her fingers into my crotch. I was so sufficiently wetted that she slipped right in, her finger violating my anus. One forceful grunt accompanied her intrusion, my asshole bearing down on her invading length. She poked and ; probed inside me. The feeling was simply not to my liking. There wasn't any discomfort. It just felt extremely odd to have something wriggling around inside my butt. I prayed she'd replace her finger with her tongue, that organ being softer and more pliable.
She stroked along my virgin tunnel and I slowly relaxed my gripping muscles, actually got used to being plugged. Just when I was beginning to enjoy the strange sensations skittering around my ass, she slipped out and reached between my legs to grab onto my nuts. She held them, rolled them around, stretched them downwards.
"Straighten up," she ordered, releasing my balls. "You're clean."
Camille focused her attention on Linda. I stood and watched the uniformed woman run her hands over Linda's tits. She felt her rubbery mounds with massaging fingers, molding her breasts into a variety of shapes. She didn't play there for long, stepped behind Linda's curvaceous body, and snaked her hands over jutting hips. Linda's cunt became the object of Camille's investigation, her fingers clawing down to the top of her dark brown bush.
I couldn't keep myself from stroking my throbbing hard-on as Camille dove into Linda's crotch, her fingers pulling back on soft hair to slightly expose the dark gash between my wife's long and lovely legs. I stared into the darkness, mesmerized by her opening pussy.
Camille worked Linda's cunt, spread and released her lips, flattened her hair to expose the white flesh of her mound. Then her hand sidled in and I knew Camille slipped a finger into Linda's juicy interior. Linda sighed above the gentle fucking of her cunt, her hands loose at her sides, her body relaxed.
My stroking had quickened its pace as I watched my wife being finger-fucked by our "arresting officer." Her body fell into rhythm with Camille's thrusting hand. I was intrigued by the sight of a pussy being stimulated into releasing flowing fluids, a pussy captivated by plunging penetration.
The time spent in Linda's cunt was brief, Camille extracting her dew-covered finger. Her hands returned to Linda's tits for a final squeeze, one last tweak of her soft nipples before stepping between us.
"On the bed, mister. On your back with your hands \ over your head."
I stretched out on top of the covers, lay on my back spread-eagled. Linda moved to the foot of the bed and stared up my naked body. Camille climbed on top, straddled my chest, then brought my arms together. She held my wrists with one hand while the other groped at my belt to release it. Apprehension consumed my mind as I pretended to struggle with her.
"Oh, no you don't!" I exclaimed. I separated my arms and tried to lift away from the bed. Camille's body kept me in place. Before I knew it, she held my arms down again. My free hand grabbed onto Camille's arm and kept her from securing me to the bed. I was shocked when Linda came to her aid and pulled my arm down to the pillow. Camille threw her body across mine. Between the two of them, they managed to pin me to the bed.
I struggled against them, but I was held fast, my arms over my head, my hands useless. Helpless and vulnerable, I lat at their mercy. Fear shot through my exposed flesh. They could do anything they wanted to me and there was no way I could stop them. I've never felt more naked, nor more excited. My dick pounded on my stomach, my legs closing over my nuts to protect them from whatever these two perverts had in mind.
I tried to relax, kept telling myself how silly I was being. We were here for pleasure and I certainly wouldn't be harmed. But having my hands held out of action instilled a nagging doubt in my brain. I kept thinking that they'd do things to my body that I didn't want done. What if they decided to shave me? Or give me a tattoo? Or worst of all, shove something up my ass and fuck me! That thought started me squirming on the bed as Camille lifted off my chest. I fought against negative thoughts, calmed down, and waited.
Linda stood next to the bed, gazing up and down my naked flesh. An odd look rested on her face, a look that said she was enjoying my surrender, a devilish gleam that started me worrying all over again.
Camille and Linda whispered at the foot of the bed as Camille slipped out of her uniform and got down to bare essentials. Both of them knelt on the bed, facing one another, my crossed legs between them. Camille inched closer to Linda's lovely face and they met in a gentle kiss. As their bodies slowly pressed together, Linda's breasts flattened against Camille's. Their hands raced up and down each other's naked flesh, their kiss more zealous.
Linda broke the embrace to lower onto one of Camille's little titties, her lips closing around a soft nipple; one hand slipping into the neatly trimmed box below her sucking mouth. Her hand rubbed and stroked, then stopped to work long fingers into the slit beneath her caressing palm. Camille sighed and arched her back to press more tit into Linda's devouring mouth.
I watched in fascination as the two women made love to each other. I never knew Linda like to do it with other women, and thought that this was her first time. Whether it was or not, she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. Seeing her pleasure, pleased me as well. My dick bobbed and jumped at the lusty action as both women pawed at each other. Within seconds, four tits boasted erect nipples that verified their enjoyment and accentuated the power of mutual stimulation.
Watching their pussies open and close, be manipulated by probing fingers, was torture to my dick. I wanted to join them, place myself between their gorgeous bodies and become part of their sexual endeavours. Handcuffed to the bed, I could do nothing more than watch. My frustration grew, my arms wanting to grab at them, my dick drooling onto my stomach.
I uncrossed my legs, sent them out in search of female flesh. I had to at least touch them, be in contact with the beauty of the erotic scene unfolding before my yearning eyes. My actions only heightened the urgency of my desires. My balls rolled around in their confining sac when knees pressed against my thighs and stroked my flesh as they moved around in the heat of passion.
Camille stood and Linda immediately buried her face in hot pussy, her tongue leading the way. Her hands pressed against my leg to add leverage to her strokes, her mouth disappearing between parted cunt lips. Camille's hands forced Linda's head even further up her slit as she spread herself over Linda's devouring face.
When Linda pulled away, her face glimmered with Camille's juices, her tongue racing around her lips to taste the flavours of the other's cunt. Camille lowered as Linda raised, their faces coming together once again. Their kiss was long and deep.
When they separated, they both turned to me. My heart leaped. I knew it was my turn. I didn't know what they'd do to me, but I was more than ready to receive whatever they had in mind.
They stretched out crossways on the bed, one on each side of my hips. Their hot breath collided over my dick.
Camille reached over and raised my glistening cockhead up between them. I was so worked up, so aroused, that just her touch made me aware of the already powerful climax waiting to be released. No matter what they did, this was going to be the best orgasm of my life!
Both of them came in to kiss up and down my stiffened muscle. My rod shook and trembled beneath their caressing lips, my flesh on fire, my head pounding. One hand cupped my nuts, another flattened my hair against my abdomen, two fingers locked around my pulsing base. The remaining two hands played across my heaving chest and undulating stomach, my hairs tickling my skin with the light touch of skimming fingers. What a delirious sensation!
This thrilling attention was topped by a hot mouth descending over my pulsing knob. I drew in a long, deep breath as my cockhead slipped into a humid cave, the feeling beyond expression. I thought I'd lose it when moist lips closed around my girth and slid down my length, my head gliding along a curling tongue to slip into a gripping throat. I gritted my teeth, air forcing its way in and out in short bursts of whistling speed. My eyes squeezed shut from the intensity of the pleasure consuming my cock.
Whoever held my dick so deliciously firm, kept me locked inside her throat. Her lips were chewing on my flesh, the tip of her tongue licking up and down my excited shaft. Jices poured out of my cockhole in a miniature climax, my thick vein pumping blood into my swelling head. I barely noticed the massaging of my balls, my cock capturing my excitement.
I was almost thankful when the mouth slid up and off my engorged organ, the pressure built up inside it given a chance to subside. I reached out to console my swollen dick, to soothe away the aching need. Only then did I become aware of my helplessness once again.
When I struggled, the bed erupted in an explosion of lusty activity. Linda earnestly sucked on my cock while Camille lowered her face between my legs. One nut slipped into Camille's mouth, her tongue rolling my orb within her orifice. Then she began to suck, drew my tender egg deeper into her cave, her lips chomping on my stretching scrotum. Their hands were all over my heated flesh, Linda digging around my crotch and lower stomach, Camille racing along the insides of my thighs. My body erupted in raging rapture, my hips pumping, my legs trembling beneath tickling fingertips. Having my balls and cock sucked at the same time, and four hands stimulating my flesh, was almost more than I could tolerate. Almost.
Camille exchanged one nut for the other. Linda increased the pressure of her sucking mouth. Their hands gripped and dug at my muscles, matched the power behind their fantastic mouths. My entire body became erect, every sinew and fiber pumped full of hot blood. I was tensed to the max. My flopping movements turned to precise actions, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, my legs opening and closing to work my groin, my ass tightening and relaxing. The three of us moved together, as a unit, a fuck machine designed to bring about my climax.
Camille released my nut, wet skin falling between my legs to send a cold shill through my thighs. She joined Linda on my cock, my knob free, their lips gliding along my slippery length. I raised my head to watch them lick my dick, the sight wildly erotic. They both closed around my pointing tip before raising completely off me to kiss each other above my throbbing cock. Then down they came to capture my head between them, their lips surrounding me, their tongues tickling the sensitive skin of my engorged bulb. The sensation was divine and something they could maintain for the rest of the night if they so desired. They'd get no complaints from me!
They stroked up and down my fevered flesh for only a few more moments before it was time for a change. My poor dick was abandoned while they switched positions. Linda straddled my crotch, her pussy hovering above my stretched dick. Camille laid herself between my legs.
Linda straightened my pole and teased my tip with her nest, her hand brushing my trembling cockhead aross her mound. My hips jerked away each time her hair tickled my tip. Then I held myself steady when she introduced me to her slit, rocked my cock up and down within her lips. Her pussy enfolded around my knob and caressed it with silky softness. Finally, she stopped my cock in perfect position for penetration, my hole kissing hers, my hips anxious to drive me upwards.
Linda lowered over my stake, her hand removed to clear the way for total penetration. I glided up her cunt, didn't stop until our pubic hairs mingled. Linda swayed on my stick as Camille came in to lick my balls, her tongue following the seam of my sac. Then Linda bounced her beautiful body atop my pumping prong, my hips leaping into the action.
Camille's tongue continued to stroke my nuts while Linda rode my rod, her hands buried in my chest to heighten the force behind her thrusts. Camille's hands raked my legs, rippled my thighs with pushing palms, her fingers digging into hard muscle when she reached my groin.
I was totally consumed by the need to cum. My climax had reached the top of my tower and would erupt at any second. My hands struggled to reach for Linda's hips, to grab on and make her jabs even more powerful. They were forced to ball into fists instead, locked above my head in utter frustration.
Sensing the nearness of my climax, Linda slowed down, her pussy releasing some of its grip. I wobbled slightly as I stabbed at her twat, my hips rufusing to give up their driving speed.
Sometime during all this wild activity, Camille slipped out of my crotch and let my balls bounce beneath my pummeling prong. My orgasm teetered so close to the edge of eruption that I didn't miss the added stimulation; Linda's swamping snatch was more than enough to get me off.
Linda barely moved as I jabbed away, slammed my head into the blocking wall of her box, pulled down to her clasping circle to immediately ram back inside her. Up and down I dove in beautiful bliss, rocking within her loosened flesh.
Linda surprised me with her orgasm, her hot fluids cascading over my plunging prick. Her pussy quivered around my cock, her lips gripping, my prong feeling the naked flames from her spewing furnace.
Her jiggling cunt forced my cum to spurt out of me. I blasted into her, our cum colliding in a catastrophic clash that shook my body from head to toe. I stopped pumping, my dick doing quite enough pumping on its own. I came and came, sending giant gobs up to meet Linda's gushing climax. The liquids of love splashed around inside her, swirled and clung to my stick. I didn't think either of us would ever stop, our streams never ending.
Of course, we finally did. Her pussy settled and my cock calmed, stayed fully erect inside her. Neither of us could move for the longest time, our flesh too sensitive. Even when Linda lifted off me, my dick remained hard as a rock, crashed into my abdomen with a slippery slap. She snuggled up next to me, her hand massaging my chest, her lips nuzzling my neck.
I looked around and discovered that Camille was nowhere in sight. "Uh-oh," I said.
"What?"
"Where's Camille?" I asked worriedly. "Gone, I guess. Why?"
I jerked on the handcuffs. "I want to ask her about this."
Linda raised up and scanned the room. She called out for Camille. Silence surrounded us. "Hold still. Let me take a look."
"Great!
"Calm down, honey. Camille wouldn't go off just like that." Linda climbed out of bed and found the billy club on the floor. "Now what do you suppose we're supposed to do with this?" she asked, stroking the long, black stick. "We can figure that out later. Did you find Camille?"
"No, dear."
She waved in front of me, teased me as though she was going to use the stick. With my cock in one hand and the billy club in the other, she straddled my body, spread her pussy out on my torso. A hot spot grew in the center of my chest.
"You can undo me now," I said.
"Maybe, maybe not." She shot me a devilish smile.
My freed hands reached out for her body, pulled her down on top of me. I kissed her eagerly, before I rolled her onto the bed next to me.
I massaged my wrists. "That was some fantasy! I wonder if all arrests are like that! Kind of makes you want to be a cop, doesn't it?"
"Whatever you say, dear. Come on. There's half a roast waiting for us in the kitchen."
Linda's appetite had returned, just like my own.