Jenny and the Trick
Cyclist
By Brummie
I'd like to acknowledge
the contribution to the first part of this story by an author known only to me
as Z. A while back he wrote a 'Jenny' story called 'Jenny and the Investigator'
which I consider to be one of the best of the genre. This chapter is inspired
by (stolen from) his story idea and has been adapted (blatantly copied) by me.
My regards and thanks to Z.
Chapter One -
Re-enactment.
Veronika Laska looked up from behind her
desk as the young woman entered her office. She'd been looking forward to this
meeting for a while now ever since she'd chanced to read the case files of one
of the rising stars of the MI6 investigation branch. Then she'd seen a picture
of the operative. What she'd read and more importantly seen had prompted a plan
to form in her mind. She quickly drafted a memo to the head of department
pointing out certain areas of concern and recommending psychiatric evaluation
of the agent. Much to her elation it had been granted.
Today was the initiation of her scheme. This
was the first time she'd seen the agent in the flesh and she smiled broadly.
The photo didn't do her justice. 'A panther' Laska thought to herself as the
woman walked towards her. She walks like all her joints are bathed in oil.
Smooth and gliding, hips swaying from side to side, long legs striding, long
blond hair swinging.
'Doctor Laska?' the blond asked in a soft
entirely feminine voice.
'Yes. You must be Ms Richards, I'm sorry,
Special Agent Richards' the Doctor replied running an appreciative and speculative
eye over the breath-taking body of the young woman. How could anyone have a
body like that? It was all wrong. The shoulders were too wide, the waist too
slim, the hips ridiculously broad, the legs far too long. And then there were
those giant fleshy balloons on her chest jouncing and shimmering at each foot
fall. But taken together it all added up to a supremely beautiful and
incredibly sexy young woman that any man would give his eye teeth to find in
his bed.
'Please call me Jenny' said the blond.
Laska nodded and rising walked round the
desk shook hands and indicated Jenny should sit on a leather couch. She watched
closely as more of the blonds slim nylon clad legs were exposed. She hoped to
catch a glimpse of the darker rim of a stocking top but she was disappointed.
She herself sat in a comfortable chair, crossed her legs and rested a pad on
her thigh in preparation for taking notes. 'So Jenny do you know why you're
here?'
'Not really' replied the agent her brow
furrowing 'is there a problem? I thought all of my casework had been completed
successfully. No one has told me of any problems with my work. Has someone
complained?'
Laska watched mesmerised as the blonds
agitation set her twin bosoms bouncing until eventually she held up her hand in
a placating motion. 'No, no there's no problem with your actual results. You
have one of the best records in the whole of MI6. It's just, how should I put
it, reading through your case reports a certain pattern becomes apparent and
I've been asked to try and discover if there is an underlying psychological
reason why this should be.'
'A pattern?' queried the blond 'what
pattern?'
Laska drew in a deep breath. 'To put it
bluntly Agent Richards - Sex.'
'Sex?' exclaimed a shocked Jenny her cheeks
turning a soft pink.
Laska continued 'Yes anyone reading through
your case files couldn't fail to notice that you seem unable to solve a case
without being stripped naked or molested or even violated on multiple occasions
by multiple protagonists in a bewildering variety of ways. Need I go through
the list of Dwarves, machine driven dildos, mad doctors, mad nurses, triplets,
a gang of fashion models, a gang of thieving school girls, Latin Police, your
own double, an MI6 mole, a Russian transgender schizophrenic hitman and even a
criminal known as 'The Horse' for obvious anatomical reasons. As if that isn't
enough there are also rumours that you tugged off an entire five-a-side
football team in the men’s showers.' Laska forbore to mention that there was
another rumour that the blond had been banging the head man of MI6 Commander
James Holt himself.
Jenny's cheeks turned a deeper pink as she
was reminded of her past activities, especially the episode were she'd been
caught in the men’s showers by the five a side football team. They'd washed her
and washed her. Ten hands covered in soap gently stroking and moulding her wet
naked flesh, squeezing her breasts, delving between her thighs and even a
finger slipping between her butt cheeks to slide into her ass. They turned her
into a comatose shivering wreck as orgasm after orgasm was teased then forced
from her wet silken body. Once she'd recovered some semblance of her wits
they'd not unreasonably demanded she return the compliment. It took her an hour
to bring all of the men to fruition some with her hands and some with her soft
pink lips and hot mouth by which time she needed to take another shower to wash
off the spurting results of her ministrations which they all demanded they
deposit on her pretty flushed face.
If you took all of her adventures together
her life would seem to be a succession of aggravated sexual abuse with her as
the target of every criminal, be they male, female or otherwise she'd ever met.
She always did her best to put her sexy shenanigans behind her, literally in
some cases, but Laska had brought the whole litany of violation and depravity
flooding back into her mind. She felt a wave of shame wash over her not because
she'd been molested multiple times but because she had to admit to herself that
on the majority of the occasions she'd been unable to stop her body responding
usually to the point of ultimate release.
'So can you now see Agent Richards why you
are here?'
Silently the chastened blond nodded her
head.
Laska took pity on the young woman for now
and said gently 'Don't worry young lady with some work and a few sessions we
may be able to penetrate to the root of your problem then perhaps you'll be
able to complete a case unmolested.'
With a sickly smile Jenny nodded gratefully.
'Now lie back on the couch and we'll get
started.'
The buxom blond agent lay back giving
another splendid view of her muscular legs. Once she was settled Dr. Laska
began talking quietly gradually relaxing her patient until Jenny answered her
questions as if she was in a sleepy semi-trance.'
Eventually the doctor got round to the first
pertinent query. 'Jenny tell me about your earliest sexual experience with
another person.'
In a quiet monotone voice Jenny began
relating her story...
It was mid-morning when the knock came at
the front door. As her parents were both at work Jenny leapt up to answer it.
On opening the door she found herself facing a solidly built severe looking
black woman who quickly flashed a badge and identified herself as Detective
Sergeant Martha Barlow of the Serious Sexual Offenses department. Jenny stood
shocked and unmoving. Police on her doorstep, Serious Sexual offenses. Surely
they'd got the wrong house. She'd never been in any sort of trouble certainly
not involving the Police. Finally she stuttered 'my ... err ... my parents ...
err ... my parents are out.'
The policewoman consulted a clipboard 'In
fact we wish to speak to ... Jenny.'
'That's me' Jenny blurted out even more
shocked.
'May we come in?' asked Policewoman Barlow
more as a demand than request.
It was then that Jenny notice Barlow’s
companion. He was equally black but taller and decidedly slimmer while still
being well built. Noticing the direction of her gaze Barlow said 'This is
Constable Benjamin Toure also of the SSO.'
Feeling numb Jenny stood aside allowing the
two police officers to enter. She directed them into the sitting room where all
three seated themselves. Before Jenny could speak Barlow said 'We are here on a
most important case. We have been informed of a very serious sexual assault
that took place on the 21st at this address.
'What!' exclaimed Jenny? 'What'd you mean,
nothing happened here. What assault, who was assaulted?'
With a serious expression Barlow said
'According to the witness who has given us a sworn statement the victim was
you'.
'Me!' exploded Jenny 'that's rubbish. No
one's assaulted me.'
Barlow responded 'According to the witness,
a Mrs Atherton, she claims that you were sunbathing in the back garden three
days ago.'
Jenny thought 'Well yes that's correct. But
nothing happened. I went out lay on the sun lounger and came back in a couple
of hours later.'
'Did you fall asleep?' asked Barlow.
'Err ... well yes I suppose I did but
everyone dozes when sunbathing and I'm sure I'd have woken up if anyone had
tried anything.'
'In a previous instance the accused was
suspected of drugging his victim. It is possible that he found a way to drug
you as well.'
Who's supposed to have committed this
offense anyway?' demanded Jenny.
'The accused is one Eli Nathanial Coggins.'
'Old man Coggins from next door' said Jenny
'he's a bit of a perv but he's pretty harmless.'
'Far from it' stated Barlow. 'We have a
number of complaints on file about his behaviour but there's never been enough
corroborating evidence to get a conviction. At least five different girls have
fallen victim to him and it's vital we get a prosecution before he does more
than molest someone. In our experience these sort of crimes tend to escalate in
seriousness. This is the first time we have a witness who is prepared to give
evidence under oath.'
Jenny thought back to the times she'd
crossed paths with 'Old Man' Coggins. She noticed him a number of times
watching her when she'd arrived home or been in the back garden but she'd never
thought of it in terms of a sexual crime. Then she started to remember a couple
of times that thought of that way might be construed as creepy. Like when he'd
sprayed her with a hose pipe soaking her white blouse. It was only when she'd
gone in doors that she'd noticed that the water had made her shirt virtually
transparent and her large nipples were clearly visible. At the time she'd
assumed it had been accidental but now she wasn't so sure. Of course there was
that time that she'd been bringing in groceries from the car. She'd reached in
through the back window to grab the last bag when her skirt had blown up
exposing her long legs and cotton panties. 'Bloody wind' she'd thought but now
she remembered there hadn't been that much wind and he'd been passing quite
close at the time and she'd felt his 'helping hands' touching her in very
inappropriate areas.
'So you see' continued Barlow 'we have a
chance of getting this pervert off the street and protecting young girls from
his attentions. It's only a matter of time before he commits the ultimate
sexual crime and ruins some young female life. We're here to ask for your
help.'
'Of course I'll help' replied Jenny
fervently. The policewoman was saying she'd been assaulted and that other girls
could be targeted by the old pervert. 'I don't see how I can though. I mean
I've no recollection of this assault you say happened so I'm no use as a
witness. How can I help you?'
Barlow smiled archly. 'As I said we have a
witness statement and along with other information it should be enough for a
conviction but only, and I must emphasise this, only if that statement holds up
in court. It is the main piece of evidence so any barrister worth his salt will
attack it with everything they've got. It is essential that the statement is absolutely
watertight and cannot be challenged on even a single point of fact. That is why
Constable Toure is here. He is our best Crime Scene re-enactment officer.'
'Crime Scene re-enactment?' asked Jenny.
'Yes. What we'd like to do is go through the
statement line by line a make sure that every point is correct and can't be
contested. Will you do that for us?'
'Certainly I'll do that' replied Jenny
practically vibrating with righteous zeal.
'Excellent' said Barlow. 'First I think we
will do the re-enactment inside. It could be misconstrued if we were spotted in
the garden again. Can you show the Constable were the sun-bed is and he'll set
it up in here.'
'Sure' said Jenny telling the black officer
were it was stored.
'In the meantime the statement says you were
in the garden wearing a purple two piece bikini. Is that correct?'
'Yes it is' replied Jenny.
'O.K. then for the purposes of accuracy
would you please go and change into it.'
'Erm ... is that really necessary?' queried
Jenny a slight catch in her voice. The bikini in question had been bought when
one of her girlfriends had dared her to get it. She had but she'd sworn she'd
never wear it anywhere but in the privacy of her own back garden. She was much
too shy to ever be seen in so revealing a garment in public.
'Absolutely necessary yes' said Barlow.
'Accuracy is essential if the statement is to hold up under scrutiny.
Sighing Jenny went up to her bed room and
took out the bikini in question. She held it up now cursing herself for having
bought it. It was probably the most expensive item of clothing she owned if you
calculated cost per square inch that is. There wasn't enough material to make a
decent handkerchief. Stripping naked she pulled the panties up her long
muscular legs and cinched the front until it snuggly cupped her pubic mound. It
was so small in fact she'd had to shave her blond pubic hair almost completely
off to stop any peeking out of the sides. The rest of the panties consisted of
nothing but string so the back was almost non-existent and slipped between her
buttocks leaving both pear shaped mounds completely naked and exposed.
The bra slid up her arms and she clipped it
closed then came the part she'd been dreading. The cups, if you could stretch a
point and call them cups, were minuscule and the parts of her that they were
meant to contain were anything but. Most girls would have been ecstatic at
having all the gifts nature had conferred on young Jenny. Her hair was the
perfect honey blond and the collar and cuffs matched. Her body was long and
slender and in beautiful symmetry. She was tall enough at five foot nine and
her athletic endeavours had given her a lithe muscular frame. She had a perfect
flat torso, a slender back atop a perfectly spankable peach like butt. The bane
of her life though was her bosom. Nature had seen fit to top off her perfect
body with two of the largest perkiest breasts that her torso could support
without toppling over. Both firm pliant mounds of perfection were topped by
extraordinarily large areolas and ridiculously responsive nipples that seems to
want to pop up at the slightest caress. It was these monumental mounds that she
now had to try to cram into two tiny bra cups. It was the proverbial quart into
a pint pot.
Constable Toure had just finished setting up
the sun bed when Jenny entered the sitting room once more. She'd put a dressing
gown on to cover her embarrassment.
Barlow smiled encouragingly at her then
looking down at her clip board read 'I saw the young lady stand next to the sun
bed and take a drink'. 'Is that correct Jenny?'
'Err ... yes I had a glass of lemonade with
me.'
'O.K. well just for accuracy let’s say this
orange juice will do just as well. Take a drink as you did on the day.'
Jenny swigged half of the juice, well mostly
juice but she wasn't to know any different although there was a funny
aftertaste, and put the drink aside.
'Then she lay down on the sun bed' continued
Barlow.
Jenny made to lie down but Barlow stopped
her. 'Were you wearing the robe on the day?'
Jenny admitted reluctantly that 'no' she
hadn't been and slowly she slipped it from her shoulders and lay it over the
back of a nearby chair.
Barlow and Toure stood in stunned silence as
their eyes surveyed the perfect form of the lovely young girl. She moved like a
goddess her muscles moving beneath her softly tanned skin as she first sat her
naked butt on the bed then swung her mile long legs upwards and twisted until
she could lie back on the soft cushions. Although they were firm the supine
position had the mesmerising effect of flattening her breasts so even more
flesh escaped from the confines of her skimpy top. Jenny blushed. She could
almost feel the eyes, especially of Toure burning into her exposed flesh.
Barlow coughed breaking the tension. 'Jenny,
we are going to go through the statement item by item. Re-enacting some of the
points may seem irrelevant but it is essential that there are no weak parts in
the narrative. We must be sure every action logically follows the previous one
and that each action is physically possible.
'O.K. I suppose' agreed the young blond
warily. She was becoming apprehensive as to just what she was letting herself
in for and her head was beginning to feel a little woozy.
Barlow consulting the 'statement' once more
read 'after half an hour or so the young lady appeared to fall asleep.' 'So
Jenny if you could just lie back and keep as still as possible please Constable
Toure will take the place of the suspect. Don't worry he is our best
re-enactment officer and has a lot of experience doing this.'
Jenny nodded and lay her head back and
waited.
'I witnessed the accused move aside a fence
panel between his garden and that of the young lady and poke his head through.
He appeared timid as if unsure that she was asleep or that he was unobserved.
Slowly he became bolder and approached the sun bathing young woman. He seemed
to speak to her and then relaxed when she made no response. He stared down at
her for some time before appearing to come to a decision.'
Jenny listened to the narrative a feeling of
unreality as Constable Toure stood over her staring down at her stretched out
nearly naked body.
Barlow continued to read 'I saw Mr Coggins
pick up something from beside the sunbed and stare down at it. It was a tube of
sun tan lotion. He squeezed out some on to his palm and kneeling down began to
apply it to the young ladies legs.'
'Hmmm' mused Barlow. 'We don't have any
lotion, Toure use this oil instead'
'What' exclaimed Jenny 'you're going to
actually repeat what Mrs Atherton says happened?'
'Of course we are' replied Barlow almost
indignantly 'that's what re-enact means. I explained we have to make sure
everything she said in her statement can be proven and demonstrated as
possible. Toure carry on.'
Jenny stared horrified as Toure poured baby
oil from the bottle into his palm then knelt down beside her. As his black
hands touched her foot the young blond shivered. Slowly Toure massaged her
foot. Jenny felt quite a pleasant sensation as he applied the oil then watched
mesmerised as his hands moved up to her shin and calf. Her grip on the frame of
the sunbed tightened as his large black hands moulded her softly tanned skin.
He looked up at her and gave her a wide beaming reassuring smile.
Her grip tightened even more as he re-loaded
with more oil and slowly sensuously began massaging her thigh. Jenny appeared
transfixed at the intimate touch while the handsome black constable seemed
equally entranced as he manipulated the lithe flesh of the supine young woman.
Jenny suddenly felt his fingers within an
inch of her groin and made to grab his wrist but she stopped at a stern word
from Barlow. 'Please remain still young lady. You are supposed to be drugged
and if you move around it will negate all we are trying to do and may result in
a vile potential rapist remaining free to molest more young women and we
wouldn't want that would we?'
'Sorry' murmured Jenny as she lay back
chastened.
As the bikini was so small most of Jenny's
hips were exposed. She bit her lip as Toures hands applied oil to her upper
thighs all the way up to her hip bones and
she shivered as his hands massaged nearer and nearer her barely covered
pussy mound. He wasn't rushing as he enjoyed the feel of the young girl’s skin
beneath his fingers. He switched to her other leg and again started by
massaging her foot slowly. The more he caressed her the more the tension in her
abated as something close to pleasure began to course through her body.
Toure re-loaded with oil once more and laid
his hands on Jenny's flat stomach. He felt her flinch at the new touch and she
stared suspiciously at him. His fingers slowly circled round spreading the oil
over her skin until she once more began to relax. His black hands contrasted
against her white skin shone with a covering of slippery oil. Rubbing over her
ribs the tips of his fingers barely stopped short of her mammoth and slightly
quivering breasts.
Finishing her arms and shoulders Toure
poured out a last splash of oil. Jenny stared up into his eyes as his long
fingers caressed her throat. Toure stared back at the young girl as his hands
agonisingly slowly flowed lower to Jenny's upper chest. The breath caught in
her throat as his oily palms slid downwards and just touched the very top of
her breasts. The movement of his hands shifted her skin making her tits shift
within the skimpy cups rubbing her nipples against the material. Jenny's worst
nightmare quickly began to become apparent and she blushed as the peaks of her
breasts reacted to the soft caressing and became obvious poking through the
bikini.
Toure smiled and lifted his hands from the
young girl’s body which was now covered with baby oil and shone and glistened
in the sunlight streaming in through the window. Jenny's chest rose and fell as
she breathed deeply from the unfamiliar touch of an experienced older man on
her body. Well that wasn't too bad if that was all Old Man Coggins had done.
He'd just entered her garden and seeing her in the sun had applied some suntan
lotion so she wouldn't burn her skin. Maybe he wasn't as bad as Barlow was
saying.
The constable meanwhile wiped his hands and
sat back on his heals awaiting the next instruction from Barlow. The black
female detective licked her large lips and swallowed. Watching her partner
caress and massage the body of the unsuspecting young woman was having an
effect on her libido as well.
It was Toure who coughed to break the tension
this time and Barlow jumped then perused the statement once more.
'Mr Coggins then slipped the bikini top to
the sides exposing the young ladies upper body' Barlow read.
Jenny groaned. 'Now just wait a cotton
picking minute. Nobody said anything about that.'
Barlow held up her hand to stem the flow of
Jenny's objections. 'I'm sorry my dear but you did agree to the re-enactment
and what did you expect, that Coggins just touched your legs and stomach. He's
a dirty old pervert and given that you were unconscious he wasn't likely to
stop there was he?' The detective continued in a more conciliatory tone. 'You
have think of all the other women he's already molested and all those he may do
the same to in the future. We have this one opportunity to get this potential
rapist off the street but we can only do it with your help.'
Jenny looked pensive and chewed her lip as
Barlow finished 'So can we rely on your help or do we let this man remain free
to commit more heinous crimes?'
She was in a quandary. She could let the
re-enactment continue or allow a wicked old man to escape punishment. Sighing
Jenny said 'Well alright we can carry on.'
'Right lay back' instructed Barlow 'Toure,
if you please.'
Trying manfully not to smile broadly and to
appear strictly professional the black constable reached forwards. Jenny
watched like the proverbial rabbit in the headlights as the black man’s two
forefingers hooked the straps on her bikini top and agonisingly slowly pulled
them to the sides. With a flick her nipples popped out of their confinement and
both of her magnificent breasts were completely exposed. Silence again reigned
as the two cops gazed at Jenny's generous quivering endowments. Feeling their
amazed stares Jenny's cheeks and upper chest turned a delicate shade of pink
and her areolas began to buzz. Her nipples started to become even more
prominent.
Barlow was the first to recover and read
'Once the young lady was ... uncovered Coggins began touching her.'
Before Jenny could react Toure laid his
hands flat on to her exposed tits filling his hands with her soft pliant flesh.
Jenny gripped his wrists and stated to
object but Barlow barked 'Get a hold on yourself young woman. This is a serious
business. Now place your arms at your sides if you please so we can continue
with the re-enactment.'
Slowly Jenny released Toure's wrists and
with a stern expression stared hard at the black constable. The flinty glare
lasted all of ten seconds as Toure used his large hands to gather up both of
Jenny's tits at either side and slowly pressed them together. The blond's stare
withered and her lips opened then using his thumbs and fore fingers the
constable squeezed her nipples. Jenny's eyes closed and a groan escaped her
mouth as an electric bolt of pleasure erupted in the tips of her breasts. Toure
squeezed his big hands and squashed Jenny’s tits as he teased her nipples
making the young blond writhe and moan.
'Please' she begged unclear if it was an
entreaty to stop his ministrations or to continue as the black constable
manipulated her mammoth bosom sinking his fingers deep into her warm pliant
flesh mashing the huge balloons against each other. His thumbs pinched her
nipples even harder and stretched them upwards. His expression hardened with
concentration and his tongue peaked out from between his lips as he moulded her
tits. Her hands rose up to cover his but Barlow quickly knelt by her head and
grabbing her arms held them down against her sides while she watched, her eyes
shining with arousal as her partner fondled the young blond.
Jenny's head whipped from side to side and
she moaned out loud with unabated joy as wave after wave of erotic pleasure
surged through her abused chest.
Toure played with Jenny's tits for another
few minutes then with a nod from Barlow he squeezed hard forcing the blond’s
nipples to stick upwards then like a striking cobra ducked his head and sucked
her turgid peaks into his hot wet mouth. The blond groaned out loud as the
sucking sent waves of erotic sensations flooding through her tits. Alternating
between left and right Toure sucked and sucked on the blond’s erect and
hardened nipples and areolas teasing each one with his tongue. Then he gripped
both giant breasts hard sinking his fingers into the soft flesh and forced them
together until the erect reddened saliva covered peaks touched. His hot lips
covered both erect nipples sucking them deep into the hot maw of his mouth.
Jenny screamed out loud and it was all Barlow could do to hold her arms down on
the sunbed as Toure swirled his tongue round and round then bit the tips with
his sharp white teeth.
Suddenly the black partners released their
captive leaving her body quivering with ecstasy and her chest heaving as she
sucked in breath after breath. The doctored orange juice was beginning to have
an effect. It wasn't meant to knock her out just make her more docile and
pliable to their suggestions.
Jenny was in no condition to realise it but
Barlow read out the next line on the statement. Toure smiled broadly and
quickly stripped off his trousers. Barlow stared as the long brown snake of a
cock was revealed between the constable’s thighs. Quickly he reached down and
taking one of Jenny's hands wrapped her fingers around his member and with his
hand on top of hers began slowly to move it up and down his shaft.
Slowly
Jenny's breathing began to relax and she opened her eyes. It took a few seconds
for her to realise what was happening and she tensed but Toure sensing she was
about to snatch her hand back gripped it harder holding her fingers around his
rapidly hardening cock and continued moving her hand up and down.
Jenny stared transfixed at what he was
forcing her to do. Slowly Toure's grip softened until he was just touching her
hand then he released her altogether. To his delight, as if hypnotised by the
sight Jenny continued to rub his cock. The shaft was now at full attention and
her fingers only just met around his prodigious circumference. The massive
black column was covered by pulsing veins and ridges and topped by a purple
helmet with a dark eye at its centre. Toure held her wrist and moved her hand
upwards until she was rubbing at the base of his cockhead. The black constable
grunted as the blond handled his cock. A small droplet of precum appeared from
the eye and dripped down lubricating Jenny's masturbating fist.
Barlow let the mesmerised young blond stroke
her partners straining erection for a minute then threw the bottle of oil to
him. 'You missed a couple of places' she indicated to him with a nod of her
head towards Jenny's exposed chest.
Toure smiled and throwing one leg over the
stretched out blond flipped the top off the bottle and began dripping the
contents all over her tits. Once both mammoth spheres were covered he discarded
the bottle. Even though Jenny was supposed to remain still he could see her
breasts were gently trembling as holding her breath with her eyes wide with
anticipation she waited captivated for his inevitable touch. The prone young
woman stiffened and let out a meek mewing sound as Toure's giant hands closed over
her slick tits. Her body writhed as he moulded her boobs slowly massaging the
oil deep into her warm flesh. Her groans grew as his fingers pummelled her tits
his treatment growing rougher and rougher until he was slapping her tits
together. He couldn't resist the temptation in his current position. Laying his
cock squarely between her oily slick tits he firmly slapped them together
trapping his ten inch black shaft in the hot fleshy tunnel of warm pliant
flesh.
Jenny moaned squirming and wriggling as Toure
slowly moved his cock backward and forward between her shiny orbs. His fingers
sank deeply into her breasts as he squeezed them harder together increasing his
own and her pleasure. Mesmerised she watched as each time he pushed forward the
big helmet grew nearer and nearer to her mouth until eventually it began to
nudge at her lips. Toure closed his eyes and licked his lips as he tit fucked the recumbent compliant blond. The feel of her
soft tits on his cock was nearly driving him mad with lust.
Barlow quickly read the next line much to
Toure's delight. 'The accused then inserted his appendage into the young ladies
mouth'.
The young blond realising what she'd just
heard looked over at Barlow silently pleading with her eyes but the black policewoman
only nodded encouragingly so Jenny turned back and slowly, hesitantly opened
her mouth.
Toure touched his cock head softly to
Jenny's lips and she almost unconsciously kissed the plumb like head. As she
drew back a line of precum stretched between her lips and Toure's cock. Not
realising what she was doing her pink tongue licked it away then she opened her
mouth wider and accepted the massive cockhead inside. Toure didn't force it he
just rested his cock between her lips allowing her to get used to its size and
to savour the taste and texture of his black skin.
Suddenly to Toure's delight he felt Jenny's
tongue swirl round the head of his cock and he knew he had her. She seemed
powerless to stop herself from sucking lovingly on his cockhead. Jenny raised
her hands to grip the shaft not currently in her mouth. Barlow reacted and
sternly ordered her to put her arms down and to stop moving her head. 'You're
supposed to be unconscious. You can't move. I've told you before it'll
invalidate the test and Coggins may go free. If you move again I will have to
take action.'
Much to Toure's delight Jenny nodded her
head sending a jolt through his cock and placed her arms back down.
'Constable Toure according to the statement
Mr Coggins used the victim’s hair as a hand hold to move her head. This time it
was Toure who nodded as he took hold of a fist full of blond hair on each side
of Jenny's head and began pulling her head forwards onto his shaft. More and
more of his cock began to disappear into Jenny's wet mouth until she began to
gag. As she coughed her hands pushed at Toures hips.
Barlow exclaimed 'Right that's the last
straw and seizing Jenny's left wrist wrapped a
couple of loops of rope around it then forcing it downwards tied it off
to the frame of the sunbed. She quickly did Jenny's right wrist pinioning her
arms to the bed. All the while Toure continued pulling hard on Jenny's hair
fucking her face with his black shaft. To make sure Jenny couldn't move Barlow
added rope round Jenny's elbows as well tying her even more securely to the
sunbed.
Trapped and helpless Jenny was powerless to
stop Toure from using her mouth. He thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her
mouth until his cockhead touched the back of her throat. Jenny gagged and
produced copious amounts of saliva which coated the long black penis fucking
her face and dripping from the corners of her mouth onto her upper chest and
breasts. She couldn't beg or plead with him to stop. He just kept plunging his
shaft between her soft full lips luxuriating in the feel of her rough tongue
against his cock.
Jenny had no experience of sucking cock.
She'd never done it before although some of her girlfriends had described doing
it to their boyfriends. She'd thought the very idea was disgusting but
shamefully she had found her mouth had watered every time she'd imagined doing
it herself. Well now she was learning the hard way as Toure pulled on her hair
forcing her mouth to take his shaft into her saliva filled mouth. She tried to
cry out but every time his cock gagged her and nothing but wretched moans came
out making it sound as if she was enjoying the face fucking experience.
Suddenly Toure seized and Jenny felt even
more hot wetness fill her mouth. To save her suffocating she had to swallow as
much of the flat tasting substance as she could as the excess dripped from her
stretched lips. Again and again Toure jerked sending long ropes of semen into
the back of Jenny's throat. At last the black constable finished ejaculating
and released Jenny's hair allowing her to pull her mouth off his cock. She
coughed nearly retching still tasting the black officers ejaculate on her
tongue.
Suddenly she realised her arms were bound to
the sunbed. 'Hey. What the hell’s going on? Untie me you can't do this.'
Barlow looked down at her sternly. 'I warned
you' she stated 'that if you moved I would have to take action to stop you
ruining the test. Well this is what happens to little girls who fail to do as
they're told. Now shall we continue?'
'No please let me go. I've done as you
asked.'
Barlow sighed. 'We're nearly finished.
There's only a couple more lines of the statement to go then we'll release you
O.K.'
Jenny was close to sobbing but eventually
nodded miserably.
'Thank you' said Barlow gently stroking
Jenny's cheek 'Now lie back. Here have another drink. Take the taste away.' As
Jenny swallowed the remainder of the doctored orange juice Barlow said 'I tell
you what, I'll take over from Constable Toure for the final part. Would that be
better?'
Jenny thought then nodded again. 'Thank you'
she whispered and lay back now more relaxed.
'Toure. Please read the next line of the
witness statement' requested Barlow of her constable.
Tracing down the page with his finger the
constable spoke for the first time since he'd entered the house. 'Mr Coggins
continued fondling the unconscious young lady in an even more intimate
fashion.'
Jenny looked mortified but Barlow cooed
quietly in her ear 'don’t worry dear I won't hurt you you'll see' and softly
kissed her cheek. Further butterfly kisses followed until the two women’s lips
met. Jenny stiffened but the black woman was being so gentle and considerate
she relaxed. Barlow’s lips were like Toure's large and soft and Jenny slowly
found herself responding to the woman’s sexuality. As Barlow kissed Jenny
harder she rested her hand gently on Jenny's exposed breast. Again the young
girl stiffened at the unexpected touch but the kisses and ever so soft caress
of her naked tit sent her back into a daze.
Slowly Barlow’s hand stroked down Jenny's
washboard flat stomach.
Barlow stopped kissing Jenny and stared down
into her eyes as her hand slipped lower dipping under the bikini bottom.
The restrained blond jerked as Barlow’s
black fingers cupped her pussy mound and squeezed. 'No please don't. Please
stop. It's wrong. You mustn't.'
'Shhhh' whispered Barlow 'You'll feel so
good.' So saying she inserted two long black fingers deep into Jenny's moist
vagina. Time and again she sank the invading digits deep into the bound blond
taking care to rub her exposed and erect clit at the same time.
'No, no. Get off me' shouted Jenny who jerked
and squirmed trying to dislodge the juice covered invading fingers.
Barlow tried shoving three fingers into the
blonds cunt even harder but it made no difference it only made her squirm and
wriggle even more.
Realising it wasn't going to work she nodded
to Toure who grabbed one of Jenny's flailing legs and just like they'd done to
her arms roped her ankle to the frame of the sunbed. Jenny's other ankle was
also bound and then more rope was used to bind the blonds knees to the frame as
well. This had the effect of spreading her legs apart.
The coppers sat back as Jenny struggled
trying to escape her bondage but she wasn't strong enough and even though the
sunbed creaked it held securing the blond.
Unable to free herself
Jenny tried to scream but Toure had been ready and jammed some wadded cloth
into her open mouth then secured it with a leather belt buckled behind her
head.
Barlow stared down at the captive blond. 'I
tried to be nice but you wouldn't have it so now it's not so nice time. I could
let Toure loose on you' she nodded towards the black man as Jenny eyes opened
wide with fear 'but that would be against orders' she said enigmatically 'so
you'll just have to settle for me.' With that she reached down and hooking her
fingers into the top of the purple bikini bottoms ripped them forcefully from
Jenny's bound body exposing her nearly hairless pussy. Both black officers
could see that Barlow’s fingering had had an effect on the blond. Her pussy was
reddened and puffy, her lips engorged, her clit hard and erect and the opening
gaping and slick with juice.
Barlow laughed. 'Looks like she's into me,
eh' she crowed then standing at the foot of the sunbed she knelt down. Her
hands rested on Jenny's shins then as she bent forwards they flowed up over her
knees and thighs until they rested either side of the restrained blond’s pussy.
Jenny could only raise her head and look down between her own giant breasts as
Barlow’s face moved nearer and nearer to her unprotected defenceless pussy.
Jenny
shook her head and frantically Mmmmmuph’ed but Barlow’s smirking face only grew
nearer and nearer to its ultimate target. Black thumbs pressed against Jenny's
pussy lips and spread them wide apart displaying the moist pink interior then
Barlow extended her tongue to its full length and with a last look into Jenny's
pleading eyes speared it forwards plunging it deep inside the captives cunt.
The bound young woman groaned and her
bindings creaked as she jerked and writhed under the oral assault. Five or six
times Barlow plunged her tongue into the blond’s pussy tasting the juice she
was forcing from the restrained girl. Every time her tongue delved deep inside
the soft tunnel Barlow felt Jenny's internal muscles squeezing trying to keep
it out or increasingly trying to maximise the feelings of exquisite pleasure
she was experiencing for the first time. Jenny moaned and writhed as the black
woman violated her most intimate place.
Barlow opened her huge mouth and using her
plump full lips covered the blonds pulsating pussy. Instead of plunging inside
this time she licked slowly from the very bottom of the blonds gaping cunt all
the way to the hard nubbin at the top. Barlow felt the blond quiver every time
her tongue slavered over her clit.
Constable Toure watched Barlow molesting the
big titted blond and soon his cock erected once more. Swiftly he knelt down
behind Barlow flipped her skirt up and her soaking wet panties aside and
slammed his cock into her dripping black pussy. He fucked her with long hard
strokes as she in turn alternatively tongued and licked the writhing blond.
As Toure came it set off Barlow which in
turn forced her to clamp her lips down on Jenny's clit which set her off.
Together all three groaned and moaned as they erupted in orgasmic pleasure
shafts of electric bliss suffusing their bodies.
Jenny lay back still tied to the sunbed
devastated and ashamed while her body still twitched as small aftershocks of
pleasure made her shudder while the two black officers dressed. Suddenly there
came a knock at the front door. Barlow went to answer it. Muffled voices told
Jenny that a new man had arrived. If she could she'd have screamed out but she
was still effectively gagged. The door to the living room opened and Barlow
re-entered followed by the new man.
Jenny's eyes flew open. The new arrival was
Old Man Coggins.
She watched as he took an envelope from his
pocket and passed it to Barlow. 'It's all there' he rasped 'as agreed.' Barlow
took a quick look inside then nodded and she and Toure left.
Drawing up a straight backed chair Coggins
sat down beside Jenny and silently stared down at her naked bound body. She
Mmmmmuph’ed at him trying to indicate that he should untie her but he just kept
gazing up and down her bound body ogling her nakedness. Slowly his hand
extended and his long bony fingers brushed over her naked breast until his
fingers found her nipple. She mmmmmuph’ed some more but it failed to break into
his reverie as he gripped her tits peak and twirled it absently.
Finally he looked her in the eye. 'Worked it
out yet?'
The young blond furrowed her brow then shook
her head.
'You've no idea how long I've waited for
this moment. The number of times you've teased me with your short school girl
uniform with the white cotton socks showing off your lithe body and long legs
as you and your friends walked past my door day after day. The number of times
you've flaunted yourself in the summer months with your short shorts and loose
t-shirts and to cap it all the times you've been in your back garden in a
variety of skimpy swim suits sun bathing where all I had to do was climb onto
my toilet seat and look out of my bathroom window to see you. But the straw
that broke the camel’s back was that little purple number. It was the last time
you were in the garden your plump buttocks completely naked and you lying on
your front with the top undone. Then you turned over and fell asleep. It was at
that moment that my plan came to me.'
Jenny stared back at the crazy old man. What
was a school girl supposed to wear but school uniform and she'd always checked
that he wasn't at home before she'd gone into the back garden to sunbathe
because she knew how he always seemed to be watching her. It wasn't her fault
he was a colossal old perv who was fixated on her.
'So here it is. Barlow and Toure are not the
Police, they're just actors prepared to do anything for money. Their job was to
get you tied up and primed for me although it seems they’ve been sampling the
goods for themselves. The witness statement was a fake and you were never
drugged in the garden and there was never any assault...' then with Jenny
staring up wide eyed at him Coggins stood and started to undo his trousers '…but
there's damn well going to be girly.'
Doctor Laska shook Jenny trying to snap her
out of the trancelike state as she'd become increasingly agitated as her story
had unfolded. The Doctor gripped the blonds wrists as she fought back trying to
free herself until the patient opened her eyes and gradually realised where she
was. Slowly she relaxed and Laska released her.
Jenny wiped a sheen of sweat from her brow
as Laska spoke. 'Well young lady it seems we have the first piece of the puzzle
of your psychological problems with sex and relationships. I think we need to
continue this during our next session
August 2015