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

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