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Caught by the Cops (MMMMBG)(nc, reluc, teen1, teen2, ws)
Somewhere in a mid-sized city in the middle of the `90s, back when most cop cars didn't have cameras on them, my girlfriend and me had the most scary and erotic experience.
I had just turned 16 and gotten my license. We weren't rich, but we weren't totally poor either. My parents had enough money to get me a 1986 Toyota Corola. I just had to agree to keep my grades up, be back by a certain time, and when summer came around, I'd have to find a job to help pay the insurance. This was all a small price to pay for the freedom I felt in having a car.
It was an ugly green color, but it was mine. The first couple of weeks I had it, my friends and I rode around in it, smoked joints in it, pre-drank for parties in it. It was like having my own room but one I could take away from my parents. But the best part was taking my girlfriend out in it. After months of having to find secret places to slip my fingers in her pussy or get her mouth on my dick, we finally had somewhere we could do whatever he wanted.
She was fifteen still, but she was only a few months behind me, and by the time I'd had the car three weeks, we'd taken each other's virginity. We had a specific spot we liked to go. Just a mile away from where I lived, there was a new neighborhood being developed, but something had happened to make it stop. They had paved all the new streets for it, but there were no houses, just dirt and bushes. We'd park there, turn off all the lights, and get to business. We could always see cars coming from far away, and it was a safe area, so we were never scared or concerned with getting caught.
Let me pause here to describe myself. My name is Jake. I wouldn't say I'm really attractive, but I'm not ugly. At 16, I ran track and often hung out at the beach, so I had a mostly even tan and a lean body. I had, and still have, thick dark brown hair and green eyes. I'm hairier now, but back then, it was only my pits, my pubes, and my leg hair. I wasn't even shaving yet at that point. My dick was cut, between 5 ½ and 6 inches.
My girl's name was Brianna, and she was somewhat of a bad girl. My mom didn't like I was seeing her, but I liked her. She was blonde, with some freckles on her face. Slender like me, but with B-cup perky tits. She liked to smoke pot with me and she liked to give me head, so you can imagine that I liked hanging out with her.
But back to the night in question. We were fucking in my car in our spot. My pants were pulled down to my knees and her skirt was hiked up, as I pushed my condom-covered cock inside her. I wanted to try without the condom, but she wasn't ready to ask her mom for birth control yet, and I didn't want to worry about being a teenage dad. I was sucking on her left tit, teasing the nipple with my tongue, and she was moaning, grabbing my firm ass, pulling me deeper into her. I wasn't far from shooting my load into the latex when a bright light suddenly filled the inside of my car.
"What the fuck?" I said as Brianna pushed me off her, trying to cover herself up. I fell onto the floor in front of the backseat and couldn't maneuver my pants back up.
Just as I was able to pull myself into a sitting position, a shadow appeared in the bright light shining through the windows and I could tell it was a cop, holding a flashlight (as if the spotlight from his car wasn't enough). He peered sternly into the car.
"Both of you step out of the car now," he said commandingly, and opened the door for us.
Brianna shot me an ashamed look as she got out of the car, still pulling her shirt down to cover her stomach. I was still trying to get my pants up, but the cop didn't want to wait and grabbed my arm.
"I said out of the car," he growled, yanking me up.
I stumbled out of the car, my cock and ass exposed, and fell onto my hands and knees. When I looked up, I could see two cop cars, and there were three other cops staring at us. The one that pulled us out of the car was the oldest, maybe mid-30s. The other three were a range from their mid-20s to early 30s. They all had short hair: one was blonde, two had black hair, and the oldest had a completely shaved head but I guessed it would be brown if it wasn't shaved.
"How old are you?" the oldest one asked, shining his flashlight in my face as I stood and pulled my pants up finally.
"Sixteen," I answered, wincing at the light. "You?" he flashed the light at Brianna.
"Fi-fifteen," she answered.
"You two been smoking marijuana?"
The way he said "marijuana" seemed so formal, I almost thought he was just messing with us. I felt my stomach tighten, though. We HAD been smoking weed. I didn't think it would be that obvious, but my car probably smelled a little like it still, and my eyes were probably red.
"Uh," was my eloquent answer.
"Search the car," he ordered the blonde cop. The blonde cop started going through my car as the one in charge asked for my driver's license. I gave it to him.
"Jake," he said. "This your girlfriend, Jake?"
"Yes, sir."
"What's your name?" he asked her.
"Brianna," she answered, not making eye contact.
"Jake and Brianna. We've seen your car parked here a few times before. You guys do this a lot? Come out here to get high and fuck?"
The answer was yes, so I kept my mouth shut.
"Sarge," the blonde cop said. He had just found my stash under the passenger seat. There was a pipe we had been using to smoke, as well as a half-empty bottle of whiskey my friend had left in the car last week.
"Well, that answers that," Sarge said.
The other two cops came forward and one took me to one cop car, the other took Brianna. The Sarge and the blonde were talking at my car and searching through it.
"You got anything else on you, any weapons or anything sharp that might poke me?" the officer that took me asked. I noticed his badge said "K. Dawson".
"No, I said," aware that I never had a chance to zip up my pants.
"Place your palms on the car and spread your legs."
I did as he was told, looking over at Brianna. She was getting the same search. Officer Dawson's hands started under my armpits, then down the front of my shirt, then up and down each leg. At the end he reached through the front of my pants, actually put his hand inside them, feeling around the outside of my underwear. His fingers pushed my dick around, and paused as he felt something. He stuck his fingers in my underwear and pulled the condom off my soft dick. I didn't even realize I'd never taken it off.
To my amazement, he brought it up to his nose and smelled it. "Smells like fresh pussy," he said to the other officer with Brianna and they both chuckled. Officer Dawson threw the condom to the side. His hand suddenly went down the back of my pants and I felt his fingers slip between my crack and feel around my hole.
"Hey, man," I tried to protest.
He was only there for a moment before he pulled his fingers out and smelled them, too. "Smells like fresh ass," he said to the other officer, and they shared another laugh.
I felt heat rising up inside me. Anger that he had touched me there, and confusion because my dick had responded and grown a little hard in my underwear. Brianna just stared at me, not even knowing what to make of it. We were put in cuffs and kept against the cars as my car was searched more.
"All right, Jake and Brianna," Sarge said when he returned from the search of the car. The two cops brought Brianna and me closer so that were standing among the four of them. "So, the way I see it, we got you for three things tonight. Sex in public, possession of a controlled substance, underage consumption of alcohol, and driving under the influence."
"That's four things, Sarge," Brianna's cop said.
"Shit, you're right," the sergeant said, then grinned at us. "Guess we got you for four things tonight."
"So, here's what happens. We arrest you, take you to jail, your parents have to come bail you out. You lose your license, both of you probably end up on probation, have to do community service, pay a huge fine."
The idea of all that happening hit me like a brick. I did not want to see the look on my parent's faces as a judge determined my punishment.
"Or," the sergeant said, "we solve this here."
Brianna and I looked at each other. "How?" she finally asked.
"Look, we get it. You're young, you wanna have fun. That's cool. You came out here to be together and fuck. We've all been there."
The other cops all nodded, grins on their faces.
"So, why don't you two just finish what you came here for?" the sergeant said.
"Ummm," I started to say. I looked at my girl again, she looked back at me, just as perplexed. "You mean, get back in my car, and-"
"No," the sergeant cut me off. "Right here, in front of us."
I'm sure I looked shocked and wide-eyed. I think I stuttered a few times, then looked at Brianna. I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was. It was better than the other scenario the cop had given us. The cops were quiet, and finally, Brianna nodded at me. I gave her an "are you sure?" look, but she nodded again, this time more firmly.
"Okay," I said. The cops all smiled and officer Dawson undid my cuffs.
"Now, don't try and run," the sergeant said. "Believe me, we'll catch you, and then the deal's off and we take you in."
It crossed my mind that we could always just tell what the cops had done, but who would believe us? There weren't body-cams, and there was pot and liquor. Our word against theirs, right? Brianna's cuffs were undone, too, and we kind of stood there awkwardly, staring at each other.
Brianna's officer rolled his eyes and then touched her shoulders. "Here, get on your knees," he said. Brianna did, and then Dawson urged me forward, reaching around to pull the front of my underwear down so my dick came out. I looked down at Brianna, and she looked up at me, and opened her mouth.
I got hard immediately, seeing her face below me like that. The cops were abusing their power, but even so, I was turned on. My cock was at its full length and the tip touched her bottom lip and then disappeared into her mouth. She closed her eyes and took more of it in, then began moving her lips up and down the shaft.
"Nice," one of them said.
"Yeah, she knows how to suck a dick," said another.
I watched her, placing my hand tenderly on the top of her head. Something about being watched made it feel different and better somehow. After a bit, she pulled off my dick to catch her breath.
"Give her a kiss, Jake," said Dawson.
I looked back at him, but he nodded and urged me down to my knees in front of her. I had never kissed her after she sucked me before, but I leaned forward and kissed her. I could smell my dick before our lips touched, and then taste the saltiness of it on her tongue.
"Yeah, he likes the taste of his own dick," Dawson said, getting chuckles from the other cops again.
"Fuck, I want mine sucked," said the blonde cop.
I looked over, and saw that he already had it out. His uniform pants were unzipped and his cock was sticking out, hard and uncut, and he was stroking it. Then I looked at the other officers and realized they all had their dicks out, stroking them as they watched us. This was definitely not right, but again, I found myself strangely turned on. I think Brianna was, too. She was scared, just like I was, but I definitely saw a fire in her eyes that looked like desire.
"Get in there," the brown-haired cop said, and gave the blonde cop a little push.
He stepped up near us and his dick was near Brianna's face. She looked at me.
"I thought you were just watching." I said to the sergeant.
He shrugged. "I thought we were, too."
I looked at Brianna, she looked at me.
"Go on," said the blonde cop, shaking it in front of her face.
Looking me in the eyes, Brianna opened her mouth. The blonde cop groaned and then shoved the rest in her mouth. She gagged a little, and that made him chuckle.
"Yeah, get down on that dick, girl."
I sat back on my heels, absently aware that my dick was still throbbing hard. Watching her suck another man's dick was hotter than I thought it would be. I was jealous, sure, but it was a good sight. At one point, he pushed his cock too far and she pulled back, coughing. The blonde cop laughed and then looked at me.
"Don't just sit there. Make yourself useful."
I didn't know what he meant until he stepped in front of me and his cock was inches from my face, still wet from Brianna's mouth. My first instinct was to hit him in the balls and try to run for it, but they'd catch us, and it wouldn't be fair to Brianna. She sucked it, and I'd tasted mine when I kissed her. It wasn't that bad. The saltiness was kind of good, actually.
I just nodded reassuringly at her and slowly parted my lips. The blonde cop pulled his foreskin back as he pushed it against my mouth. I felt him sigh, looked up and saw him grinning down at me as his cock filled my mouth, pushing my tongue to the side. I mimicked what I had seen Brianna do, moving my lips up and down it. His hand gripped the back of my head, and he began to hump my mouth.
I don't know how long we went, but he eventually pulled back and I saw that the sergeant had his dick in Brianna's mouth now. Before I could even react to that, Dawson stepped in front of me and grabbed my head. His dick slapped my cheek and when I opened my mouth to protest, he pushed it in.
"Oh fuck, his mouth feels like velvet," officer Dawson said. "Sarge, you gotta try him after me."
My heart skipped a beat at that. How long was this going to last? Still, my cock was hard, sticking straight up over the elastic of my underwear. Officer Dawson pulled his cock away, and the sergeant's dick slipped from Brianna's mouth to mine. The sergeant gripped my hair, and then the bottom of my chin, holding my mouth where he wanted as he pushed his dick slowly in and out. In the corners of my eyes, I could see Brianna sucking off the fourth cop as the blonde cop and officer Dawson jerked themselves.
"Fuck, boy," said the sergeant. "Your mouth feels so good."
My eyes were watering as he drove his cock into my throat, making me gag a few times. The sergeant was more relentless than the other guys, barely pausing for me to catch my breath, and holding my head firmly as his big dick slipped in and out of my lips. He finally pulled his dick away from my mouth and pushed me toward Brianna.
"Show your girl some love now."
I walked on my knees over to her and started kissing her. Both of our mouths smelled like cock, but I could feel a sense of relief in her as we kissed.
"Touch her," one of them said.
I reached up, feeling her perky left tits over her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were hard. I flicked my fingers over them, feeling her tremble from the touch.
"Touch her pussy," another said.
I reached down, got my hand under her skirt, felt the warmth between her legs as my fingers found her cunt. She was even a little wet. Had this been turning her on, too? My fingers teased around the outside of her entrance, and then found the little nob of her clitoris. She moaned into my mouth. I heard murmurs of approval from the cops.
"Lay down up here," the sergeant said, stepping up and guiding her over to one of the cop cars. She got up onto the hood and he spread her legs, pushing the skirt up. Then he looked back at me as his fingers played with her pussy. "Come over here and give it a kiss."
I looked at all the other cops, still stroking their dicks. This had gone further than it was supposed to already, but I didn't see any way out of it. Brianna watched from the hood as I got up and walked over to her. I placed my palms on the hood of the car, just under her thighs as she spread her legs for me. The skirt was up, showing me between her legs.
She had a small, well-groomed mound of pubic hair above her slit. The rest of her was smooth. I bent over so I could get my head between her legs, and my mouth found the lips of her cunt. I flicked it with my tongue, and she moaned. The other cops chuckled.
"Touch your tits as he eats you out." I was pretty sure that voice belonged to the blonde cop, and he was telling Brianna what to do.
I looked up to see her touching herself, closing her eyes, her face twisted with pleasure. My tongue flicked against her clit, and I focused on it, making her tremble and moan. It was while doing this I could hear one of them walk up behind me. A second later, my pants were pulled down to my knees and I felt the night air hit my exposed ass.
"Damn, he's got a nice ass," I heard officer Dawson exclaim. I lifted my head up as I felt him rub his dick against one of my ass cheeks.
"Hey, man," I started to protest, but he pushed my face back down into Brianna's pussy.
"No one said to stop."
I felt heat rise up inside me again as I tongued Brianna's cunt furiously, and then his fingers were spreading my ass open and I felt the night air hit my exposed hole.
"Look at that tight little hole," Dawson said. "Hey, Roberts, give me your baton."
I looked behind me as the blonde cop, whose name I now knew to be Roberts, stepped forward and pulled out a baton. Dawson took it and flicked his wrist, making the baton extend to its full length. I thought he might try to hit me with it, but instead he ran the tip down along my lower back and then between my cheeks until it touched my hole. My hole tightened and I squeezed my cheeks shut when I felt the cool metal touch my sensitive skin.
Dawson laughed and tapped me on one ass cheek with the baton. It didn't hurt, but I knew it could if he used a little more force. Dawson saw me looking back and grinned.
"Come here," he said, grabbing my head and pulling my mouth back to his cock. I dropped to my knees, and as he started fucking my face, he reached down and rubbed between my cheeks with the baton.
"I'm gonna fuck her," I heard Roberts say, and opened my eyes. Through the corners, I saw him move up between Brianna's legs, stroking his hard cock as he put the tip against her entrance. It was still wet from my mouth, and then he shoved his cock in and she moaned out.
"Fuck, man!" he exclaimed. "She's tight like a virgin!"
"That's because this kid's dick ain't big enough to loosen her up," Sarge said. He came up behind me, his foot coming up between my legs, pressing against my dick. It was hard. I tensed nervously, afraid he was going to kick me, but he just nudged my cock with his boot a little.
"Take over, Sarge," Dawson said after a minute. "I wanna get inside her, too."
Dawson pulled his dick away from my mouth and I turned to look at Brianna. She was spread-legged on the hood of the car, her pussy shining in the spotlights of the cop car, her skirt raised up. As Sarge's cock was shoved in my mouth again, Dawson handed him the baton and then walked over to Brianna and wasted no time filling her cunt. He shoved her shirt up, exposing her perky tits as he fucked her relentlessly. She was moaning loudly, sliding up and down the hood with each thrust.
The fourth officer came over and Sarge pulled my hair and shoved my mouth onto the other cop's dick. My mouth was passed back and forth on their dicks until my chin was covered in their pre-cum and my own saliva.
"Fuck," I heard Dawson say loudly, pulling out. Roberts went back in and began fucking her again as Dawson stroked his cock again. "I'm so close. I wanna cum inside this bitch."
"Can't," said the fourth officer. "She'll get knocked up."
"He won't," Sarge said. It took me a moment to realize he was looking down at me. I pulled off his dick and looked back at Dawson, a huge grin spreading over his lips.
"Now why didn't I think of that?"
Now, I have to admit. I was scared out of my mind, but the idea of another guy sticking his dick in me and shooting his load inside me stirred a strange, morbid desire. I shook my head in real life, but inside, there was something that was craving the invasion.
Sarge pulled my hair to stand me up and then bent me over the hood of the car right next to Brianna. I was staring at her, and she was looking back as Dawson stepped up behind me. My pants were pushed all the way down to my ankles, and he pushed me so my knees were placed far apart on the grill of the cop car, my feet together and up in the air. I felt my firm, teenage ass cheeks get spread open again, and then heard Dawson spit. It dripped down the crack of my ass and he used his cock to spread it around my hole.
I tensed, thought about fighting back, but Dawson sensed it. The baton was wrapped around my neck. It wasn't choking me, but it was threatening to.
"Relax," I heard Sarge said. "Just let it in."
More spit hit my hole, and then I felt Dawson's cock up against my hole. Roberts was still fucking Brianna right next to me, watching his fellow officer start to penetrate me. I felt the pressure of his cock pushing against me, and my body didn't want to at first. Then it began to slip between my defenses. It hurt at first and I grunted loudly, clenching my teeth.
"Oh, fuck... this is the tightest fucking hole..." Dawson was murmuring, pausing for a second. It was just enough to make my hole relax, and then he pushed further in. It felt like he drove the whole thing in, but he didn't. I cried out, almost standing up, but Dawson chuckled and pushed me back down into the hood. I breathed heavily, and a second later my ass relaxed again.
This time, he drove the rest of his dick in. I felt his crotch settle against my ass and he let out a long, content sigh.
"Fuuuuuck, there it is."
After a moment, the pain of his invasion began to subside. It's like he felt my body accept the intrusion, and then he pulled back and thrust back in slowly. I grunted and moaned. Roberts looked like he was enjoying the view as he continued fucking Brianna right next to us.
The thrusts went from slow to faster, and he pushed my shirt up high on my back. My feet were down between his legs, stuck together in my wadded pants. Dawson didn't last long. He was in me for less than five minutes before his thrusts started getting erratic and he exclaimed, "Fuck! I'm gonna breed this boy's ass!"
"Fuck yeah, fill him up," Sarge said.
Dawson grunted and then slammed into me hard, his thrusting jerky and uneven. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, shooting its warm load. I'd been officially fucked by a man and he'd filled me with his cum. He emptied every drop in me.
Roberts was pushed over the edge. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, too!"
Dawson pulled out of my ass, making me gasp with the sudden vacancy. "Get in there," he told Roberts.
Roberts pulled out of Brianna and quickly got behind me, but he wasn't fast enough. I felt his load squirting on my ass and lower back before he shoved his cock inside me. His moan was long and deep as the rest of his cum mixed with Dawson's.
As he finished inside me, the fourth officer slipped between Brianna's legs and began fucking her. Roberts let his cock get soft inside me and then pulled out, stepping away. Him and Dawson lit up some cigarettes off to the side as they waited for their two partners to finish.
When the next officer pulled out of Brianna and moved over to me, he shoved his cock into my hole in one thrust. I was moaning still, but the pain was mostly gone, replaced by an odd pleasure. Sarge shoved his cock in Brianna's twat and fucked her hard, but he also fingered her clit. It drove her to orgasm on the hood of the car, her whole body trembling and shaking as she cried out into the night.
Seeing this, I felt the other officer's cock throb inside me as he shot his cum into the mix. When he pulled out, some of that cum dripped out of my hole. Sarge didn't seem to care, because he slipped his dick out of Brianna and shoved it right into me. He fucked me the longest. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and fucking rode me like a bitch.
Brianna caught her breath one the hood, watching us.
"Touch yourself," Sarge commanded her. She did, and actually seemed to enjoy it as she watched us, groaning softly. The sight must have turned Sarge on because he suddenly growled and pushed my head down onto the hood, driving himself into me with such force that I knew my upper thighs were going to be bruised by the grill on the front of his car. His hand slapped my ass suddenly, sending shockwaves through my body. He did it again, and I cried out louder. So loud that he reached around and covered my mouth to shut me up. When that didn't work, I felt his fingers around my neck and he actually choked the sound out of me, gripping my neck as he pounded his thick dick into my teenage boypussy over and over and over again.
It was the sound of me choking that made him cum. He growled deeply and by this time, I knew what it felt like when a man came inside me. I was getting dizzy from having my breath constricted, but I still knew what was happening. He didn't pull out of me until every drop had been pushed deep in, and I slipped off the hood, my back against the front of the car, catching my breath.
"Shit, his cock's still hard," one of them said.
"Little bitch liked it," another said.
"Both of them liked it," said one of the others.
I was so dazed that I didn't know who was talking anymore.
"She's still fingering herself."
They all sharged a laugh.
"I gotta take a piss." That one sounded like Dawson.
"Piss on him," suggested one of them. I think Sarge.
"Really?"
"Fuck yeah, man."
I looked up, and saw that it was Dawson walking up to me, his cock soft now, still glistening with the juices of Brianna's pussy and my ass.
"Stroke your cock," the officer said, touching my cock with his baton. I realized I was still hard, and I reached down and gripped my cock. It was sensitive from throbbing for so long, and I knew it wouldn't take me long.
As I was stroking, warmth suddenly hit me in the chin. Then it was a steady stream. Dawson was pissing in my face. I closed my eyes and lips as it ran down my face and my neck and onto my shirt.
His other hand slapped me upside the head. "Open your mouth," he commanded.
I did it hesitantly and felt the salty piss on my tongue.
"I gotta piss, too." Roberts maybe, or the other officer.
Another pair of legs next to me and then more piss was hitting my face. I didn't swallow any of it, it just poured out of my mouth as they covered my face in their piss. Then a third joined in, and finally a fourth, and somehow I knew the last one was Sarge. He made sure to start in my face, right on my eyes and then put his dick in front of my mouth so that his stream was going right into my throat. I had to swallow some of it. I gagged on it and they laughed.
When I made that noise, I heard Brianna's moan she always made when she orgasmed. Watching them piss on me had turned her on so much, that she orgasmed while fingering herself. The noise sent me over the edge and I moaned and convulsed as my cock erupted with cum. It shot all over my shirt, then dribbled over my fingers and into my pubes.
After, I sat there with my ass on the ground, my back against the cop car's grill, just catching my breath, trying to process what had just happened. The cops all zipped up and then told us to go back to our car. Both of us could barely walk as we shuffled back over. I felt like my ass had been ripped open and my throat had been rubbed raw. The cops all told us to behave ourselves, and got in their cars and drove away.
I drove silently back to Brianna's house, smelling like piss, my cum still drying on me. When we got to her place, we sneaked in to her bedroom and took a shower together. Somehow, even after what happened, we ended up fucking quietly in the shower, and she swallowed my cum.
We didn't say much about it, but the sex we had was much more . . . aggressive after that. Brianna let me piss on her a few times, and she started to use a dildo on me. And then finally, one day she made a crazy suggestion, and at first I refused, but eventually got turned on by the idea.
A month to the day, I pulled up to our spot in that unbuilt neighborhood with Brianna in the passenger seat. I turned off the car, and then we took off all our clothes, and we waited . . .