Helen slid next to Sam on the lawn chair.
Her eyes flashed from couple to couple, taking in the ecstatic looks of the men's faces and the erotic image of her friends' lips as they slide over cockmeat. She wanted dearly to be sucking Sam's cock, wanted more than anything for him to fuck her as she watched her friends get it on, but there was some block inside her, some emotional stop that prevented her from being as adventuresome as her friends.
Diane, her pendulous tits flattened against the lawn chair, applied a strong, wet suction to the tip of Jay's prick and stroked his cockshaft. Then, releasing his prickhead from her mouth, she stood up arid hooked her thumbs inside the bottom half of her bikini.
"I've got the need again," she whispered, giggling. "I've got the need for your cock inside my pussy."
"Come and get it!" Jay said, holding his prick by the base and shaking his hard tube at her. "Just slide that hot pussy of yours right over me and we'll fuck ourselves silly."
Diane started to pull down her bikini when they heard the loud, authoritative rap on the door of the fence. All heads turned quickly, each looking at the other questioningly.
"I'll handle this," Sam said, getting to his feet. He went to the fence door and opened it slightly. Once the door was open just a crack, Sam was slammed backward as one cop pushed hard on the door hesitantly two uniformed policemen stepped in, closing the door behind them.
CHAPTER SIX
"Don't anybody move a muscle!" the sergeant said, pointing at all of them separately. "You're all under arrest!"
"What for?" Susan asked indignantly.
"Fornication in public, sodomy, indecent exposure. The list just keeps going on. Now get the fuck out of the water!" The sergeant motioned for his sidekick, a young patrolman, to guard the door in case someone tried to run away. "Aren't you all just a bunch of lovebirds!"
The sergeant looked at Diane's naked tits. He obviously had more than arresting them in mind.
"Sergeant, we ain't got enough cuffs for all of 'em," the patrolman said, his hand resting on the butt of a 38-caliber revolver. "You want me to call for a back-up?"
"No, that won't be necessary. I don't think these people are fighters. They're just lovebirds!" And then he laughed, his voice tainted with cynicism and cruelty. "We got a complaint from one of your neighbors. Never really believed it was so, but by the size of those cocks, I guess you women really are the cocksuckers the lady said you are."
"Sir, there's an explanation for all of this," Sam said, moving closer to the sergeant. "I realize that we should have been a little more private about… loving… but is there really a need to arrest us? Can't you just fine us, or something?"
"I'm not a judge, I just enforce the law."
Susan got out of the pool, her shapely body wet from the neck down. Susan's tits, so large and well formed, looked like they would burst from her tight-fitting bikini top at any minute. She walked toward the cops, her tits jiggling with each step she took.
"Sergeant," she said softly, winking at the policeman. "Don't you think, it would be better to discuss this… er… problem inside. That way we won't offend the sensibilities of our neighbors any more than is necessary. And maybe you and I can do some negotiating, as far as our freedom is concerned."
There wasn't a person there who didn't know precisely what Susan was talking about. And since none of them had a better way of getting out of trouble, nobody was about to say anything to stop her.
When everyone was in Helen's livingroom, the sergeant took out his handcuffs. "Everybody sit down," he commanded. "I gotta think this thing out."
Everyone found places to sit except Susan. She remained standing, hands challengingly placed on the swell of her hips, facing the two cops.
"Sergeant, you and your patrolman really don't want to arrest us. In fact, you'd like nothing better than to join our little party. But duty calls and you've always thought that you must do what you're told to do." Susan took a cigarette from a case on the end table and lit it with a large, ornamental lighter. "We're all consenting adults here. Granted, we shouldn't have been sucking and fucking where others could see us, but that's no great criminal offense, is it?"
"Now Mister Policeman," Susan said, her voice a cat's purr. "Why do you have those handcuffs out? You don't want to arrest us. No, I think not. If you did, why come in here to talk it over? And you're having trouble taking your eyes off my tits, aren't you? And Diane over there, wouldn't you love to feel her tits? They're so big."
Susan stepped closer to the cop, so close that her fat tits were nearly touching his chest. "Whoever called us cocksuckers told the truth. We are. We love sucking cocks."
The patrolman, whose cock was stretching along his leg inside the pants of his blue uniform, was staring at Diane's nipples. He had never seen tits the size of hers, and her deep-brown areolas looked absolutely delicious.
Susan moved in on the sergeant, knowing full well she had him in her grasp with the power of her good looks and sensual manner. "Come on, sergeant. Let's see what kind of cock you've got. Let Susan suck your cock."
The sergeant said nothing and Susan slowly dropped to her knees. Taking the tab of his zipper, she pulled it down. Taking one last drag of her cigarette, Susan crushed it out, then looked up at the sergeant. "Okay, let's see what I've got to work with."
After some struggling and straining, Susan got his cock out. She ran her fingers up his thighs. Scratching his thighs, Susan tantalized the sergeant without actually stroking or sucking his cock.
The patrolman, who was on the edge of going absolutely crazy with lust, suddenly jerked down his zipper and brought out his cock. He pointed his prick at Diane and reached for her, but she backed away from him, her massive tits shaking as she pushed against Jay.
"What's a matter, whore?" the patrolman asked, his face twisted in a lusty scowl. "My cock ain't good enough for you?"
Diane looked at Jay, her eyes pleading. "I'm sorry, but I just can't do it. Not with anybody but you, Jay."
The patrolman, not in the mood for arguing, then reached for Helen, who jumped away from him, hiding behind Sam's chair.
"Hey, get your ass over here," the sergeant commanded. The patrolman moved next to his superior. "Now stand at attention and don't change that until I say you can." Then to Susan he said, "Looks like your friends have elected you the main cocksucker. Get to it!"
Susan looked at George. "Sorry, sweetheart, but it's the only way. If I don't, we're all going to jail."
"I understand," George whispered, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see what was about to happen. For Susan, life couldn't have been better. There she was on her knees with all her friends watching as she grabbed the cocks of two handsome, horny cops. She looked at the patrolman and couldn't resist smiling. He was standing at perfect attention, hands pressed flat against his sides, chest puffed out, head up.
"Come on, quit playing around," the sergeant said. He grabbed a handful of Susan's platinum hair and pulled her face over his prick. When her butter-soft lips squeezed over his inflamed cockhead and slid down his prickshaft, the sergeant dropped the handcuffs and they rattled on the carpeted floor.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Susan moaned, pushing forward to take his prick far into her hot mouth. As she pushed forward, her tongue rubbing against the spongy underside of the sergeant's prick, she stroked the patrolman's cock, working his prick into a state of incredible hardness.
"Ahhhhhhh! Suck it, whore! Ohhhhhhh! Suck my cock!"
Susan wrapped her hand tighter around the shaft of the sergeant's cock and gulped down his prick until her lips touched her fingers. Then, pulling back, Susan brought her hand with her mouth, simultaneously jacking the sergeant off and sucking him off. Her fingers rolled over his cockhead and Susan flicked the tip of her tongue over the slitted end of the sergeant's prick. Her tongue touched the tip, curled around the burgeoning knob, then she pushed forward again, taking his prick into her mouth until his cockhead squashed against the back of her mouth and his balls warmed the side of her fist. With her mouth stuffed full of cockmeat, Susan rotated her head, teasing the sergeant's throbbing prick with her teeth as her lips twisted in a circle around his cockmeat.