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"What kind of slut are you for him?" Cassidy asked.
"I'm his married, anal buttslut free-use toy," Wanda gasped.
"Want me to spit on you like the filthy little thing you are, baby?" Cassidy offered.
Wanda nodded.
"Open your mouth," Cassidy ordered her. Wanda did, and I pushed a second finger into her as I continued to oh-so-slowly finger her, feeling her juices dripping down my knuckles. Then Cassidy spit in her mouth, the spray hitting her lips and cheeks as well.
Wanda came. It was quiet and simmering, a long orgasm that had her left leg shaking like a dog who was enjoying a really good petting. Partway through Cassidy leaned in and kissed her again, full on with tongue, and Wanda tried her best to respond.
As she finally started coming down I slid my fingers from her and adjusted her bikini bottom to cover her again, and then hugged her around her abdomen as she caught her breath.
"Love you, baby," I whispered quietly so that only her and Cassidy could hear.
She turned in my arms and cupped my face, kissing me deeply but chastely without tongue.
Then we all jumped a little as an airhorn sound echoed from off the side of the House Boat, followed by a blip of a siren.
"Uh, guys!?" JC called from the Pilto's Cabin. "I think we have a problem."
"House Boat," a stern voice echoed out of a staticy loudspeaker. "Come to a halt and weigh anchor. This is a lawful order."
Chapter 164
JC brought us to a stop and got the anchor lowered as we all went to the railing of the boat to see what was going on. Coming around us was a big speedboat mounted with lights and the loudspeaker, and emblazoned on the side was a big police badge.
"Shit," I sighed.
"You think they saw what we were doing?" Cassidy asked.
"I can't see how," I said. "We were up high and they wouldn't have been able to get close enough to see anything.
Heather and Heels came up the stairs to find out what the loud noises were and joined us at the railing. Heather was wearing one of her too-small bikinis that left a great deal of her curvy but muscled body in view, while Heels was wearing a long hoody that left me questioning whether she was wearing anything else under it or not.
Becca had heard, or seen, what was going on and had slowed the Singles Boat and turned it around to start coming back. I quickly went to the Pilot's Cabin and squeezed in next to JC and radioed over.
"Becca? I'll handle it, don't worry," I said.
There was a moment and then Ami came over. "I'll let her know."
"Sorry, Amy. Please do. And don't come any closer to try and talk to them. That could just make things worse."
"OK, will do. Be safe."
We signed off, and JC turned off the engine and went out of the cabin.
The cops got their boat tied up at the front of our and boarded, coming up to the top deck. There were two of them, a man and a woman - they were both maybe our age or a little older, dressed in short-sleeved navy shirts with their badges embroidered on their breast and each sleeve, along with light kevlar vests emblazoned with 'POLICE' on the front and back, and they had utility belts including stun guns and pistols. The woman had her thumbs tucked into the arm holes of her vest as she looked around through her mirrored sunglasses, but the man had one hand on his hip just next to his pistol.
"Anyone else on the boat?" he asked us brusquely.
"No, sir," I said.
"And if I go down and check?"
"Doesn't change my answer," I said.
"Who's registered to pilot the rental?" the female cop asked.
"We are," JC said, gesturing to the two of us.
"And how was piloting just now?"
"I was," JC said. "But I don't think I did anything wrong?"
"You two with me," the man demanded, pointing at JC and I and giving the 'two-finger summons.'
"Phil?" the woman asked.
"I'm doing a search," he grunted.
There was a part of me that wanted to ask for a warrant, but I was in a State that I wasn't sure of and I also wasn't sure about the fact that we were in a rental, or on the water. I was pretty sure I could refuse, but that could cause even more problems and I didn't want to make a mess that Becca would need to clean up. I was also pretty sure that there was nothing for him to find since booze wasn't illegal and JC hadn't been drinking and driving.
"Alright," the woman said, clearly not expecting this development.
"Stay up here and watch them," the guy said, gesturing to the girls. "You two, follow."
JC and I glanced at each other and shrugged, then followed him down and into the houseboat. He closed the sliding door after us and stood with his arms crossed, glaring at us.
"Anywhere you'd like to start, officer?" I asked.
"Yeah," he grunted. "Which one of you two fucking assholes fucked my girlfriend?"
"Uh... what?" JC asked.
Fuuuuck, I groaned internally.
"One of you cocksuckers had sex with my girlfriend, you fuckheads," the cop said, putting a hand on his pistol. "I recognised that chick with the purple hair from the video she sent me, and now here you two are. So which one of you was it?"
"Sir, I think you're overstepping your authority here," I said.
"Overstepping my fucking ass," he grunted. "You're going to fucking own up to it, and you're going to accept the licking that you're asking for. That or I'm going to go up there and get the purple-haired cunt and bringher down here to ask. And then I'm going to do a search and maybe I find something that I shouldn't."
I glanced down at his vest and noted that he wasn't wearing a body cam. Shit.
"Dude, this is seriously fucked up," JC said. "You can't just fucking threaten people. We didn't fuck your girlfriend. We're both dating one of the girls up there."
"Yeah? Which one of you is with the purple-haired bitch?" the cop asked.
"You call my fiancee any more names, and you and I are going to have a problem," I said.
"So it was you?" the cop said, then look at JC. "Or are you fucking your friend's girl behind his back?"
"No!" JC said.
"Fuck you," I said to the cop. "If you're talking about that sweet girl Madison, then yeah - I had sex with her. She was frustrated and feeling overwhelmed because she broke up with you and you wouldn't leave her alone. So yeah, when she asked, we helped her out. And you know what? She was amazing. I don't know how you could fuck up dating such a great woman like that."
"You motherfucker," the cop said, his hand landing on his pistol but not drawing it.
"Yeah, that'll go great for you," I said. "Jilted cop murders vacationer. Are you planning on killing everyone else on the boat because you're sad about a breakup, too?"
"You're going to regret that, you bitch," he said, letting go of his pistol and grabbing his taser out from his belt.
Or he tried to - it made it about two inches and hadn't even cleared the holster before the blow landed and the cop dropped like a sack of potatoes.
"Fuck," the lady cop said. "Fuck! God damn it, Phil. What the fuck!?"
JC and I had watched the lady cop through the glass sliding door as she'd come down the stairs behind the male cop, looking through it at us in confusion and then quietly starting to open the door. I'd gotten loud, distracting him and owning what was going on, so she could hear everything. I'd gambled that she wouldn't just follow along with him.
"Shit, fuck, balls," the lady copy swore, then slammed his pistol home into its holster. She'd pistol-whipped her partner in the back of the head and it looked like he was knocked out. "Alright, was all that true?" she demanded of us.
"Mostly, I think," I said. "My fiancee and I met this girl Madison yesterday at the gas bar, and we got to talking and the girls decided we should film us having sex so that Madison could send it to her ex to make it clear they were over. I guess that this is the ex?"
"Fuuuck," the lady cop groaned. "Yes. Phil has been an asshole for a while, but he was particularly dickish today. Now I know why. Fuck! OK, ok. Um, this is all obviously super fucked up."
"Yeah, you don't say?" JC asked.
"Um, shit. OK. Phil isn't a bad guy," the lady cop said. "Or not usually, anyways. This isn't normal for him. I need to figure this out. Um..." She glanced at JC and I, looking us up and down. "What's it going to take for you not to report this? An apology?"
"Considering he was threatening to beat one of us, and kind of threatened to do the same to my fiancee if we didn't answer him?" I asked.
"Not an apology from him," the lady cop said. "What about one from me? What if I... make this stop worth your while...?"
I glanced at JC and he glanced at me.
Was this... was this really happening?
Chapter 165
The lady cop slowly undid the velcro buckles for her kevlar vest, waiting for a response from JC and I.
"Um..." JC said.
"What do you think?" she asked.
And that's when I saw Cassidy peeking in the top corner of the window. She was sitting on the stairs from the top deck and when she saw me looking she flashed me a thumbs up and then gestured with her phone and gave another thumbs up.
That explained a lot.
This wasn't real. Or, rather, it wasn't normal. She'd done something with the App.
On the one hand, I was frustrated as hell that she would do that - we'd agreed that she wouldn't do anything with the App without talking with me about it first, even 'good things.' This was another bending of the rules we'd set out. But on the other hand, this did seem like an emergency situation. Could I blame her, especially if she had heard the raised voices?
I closed my eyes and took a breath. Whatever the cause, we were in the situation now.
"What about him?" I asked, gesturing to the male cop.
"I hit him pretty solid, he'll be out for a bit," the lady cop said. "But I'll handcuff him just in case."
I raised my hand and ran it through my hair, trying my best to get my thoughts in order. "You sure you want to do it like this?" I asked.
"Are we really doing this?" JC asked.
"Best way I can think of to keep everyone happy," the woman said.
"Fuck it, if this is how you want to do it," I said.
She dropped her vest to the floor and reached for the back of her utility belt and pulled out a pair of cuffs. She rolled Phil onto his side and got his arms behind his back and cuffed them. "There, you idiot. Stay."
"This is really, really happening?" JC asked again.
"Yeah, it is, dude," I said, shaking my head a little incredulously myself.
The lady cop took off her utility belt and set it on a chair, then started undoing the buttons of her shirt. "You guys can call me Sandra."
"Well, Sandra, what are you thinking?" I asked.
"I'm thinking you should get your cocks out," she said as she pulled her shirt off, leaving her in an athletic bra that she started pulling over her head right after flipping her mirrored sunglasses onto the chair next to her belt. Sandra had a major case of Farmer's Tan, her face, neck and arms were a clearly different shade than the rest of her body because of her days in uniform. Her tits spilt out of the athletic bra in an impressive titty drop, larger than I expected and capped with tidy little soft brown areolas and stubby nipples.
I glanced to JC and shrugged, and then shucked my shorts and let my cock dangle out.
"Fuck it, this is happening," JC said and did the same.
"Shit, I haven't done something like this in years," Sandra said, getting to her knees between the two of you. She was maybe in her late twenties and without the sunglasses she had a bit of a hawkish face. Not ugly by any means, and I was sure if she dolled herself up she could look great - maybe kind of 'sexy librarian' with the tight bun she kept her dark brunette hair in. But she was on duty and was only wearing the barest of makeup which left her looking a little more normal.
Sandra wrapped a hand around each of our cocks and started stroking as she looked up at us and bit the corner of her lip. "I swear I don't usually do this sort of thing."
"I believe you," I said, meaning it because I knew Cassidy was behind this somehow.
She leaned in and took the soft head of my cock in her mouth, giving it a slow couple of sucks, then turned and did the same to JC. She traded back and forth like that as we just looked down and watched, both of us slowly getting harder and harder until we were at full mast as she was stroking us with her hands when she wasn't blowing us. I noticed that while JC wasn't quite as long as I was, sitting at likely around average length, he also had a fairly fat cock that made me wonder how a tiny thing like Terra could take him.
"Fuck that's good," JC groaned, reaching down and running a hand over Sandra's head before going lower and palming one of her heavy tits.
"You like them?" she asked.
"Fuck yeah," JC groaned.
She looked to me, taking my cock in her mouth while making eye contact.
"They suit your frame really well," you complimented her.
Sandra started blowing you faster while jerking off JC with quick hand movements, then swapped and did the same to the other person. Then all at once she sat back on her heels, gasping for breath for a moment. "Alright, which one of you wants to fuck me first?" she asked.
"Fuck yes," JC said.
"Alright, sit down there," Sandra said as she stood up and started undoing her pants, kicking off her boots at the same time. Soon she was down to her underwear, a matched set to the athletic bra, and she shucked them off with little preamble and went to JC. She turned and backed up to him, squatting down and reaching back to put a hand on his chest for balance as she reached between her legs and pointed him up. She got his cock into position and slowly sat down on it. "Oh, fuuuck that's thick," she groaned, sneering a little at the sensation. "God damn. Damn! Fuck."
"Holy- You feel so fucking tight," JC groaned.
Sandra blew out a long breath as she sat her ass in his lap, then bounced a couple of times tentatively. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me. "Bring that cock over here."
You moved closer and she licked her lips and took you in her hands, pulling you to her lips as she started riding JC. She suckled on my head more than anything with her mouth, but used her hands to stroke your shaft and softly massage your balls.
"Fucking hell," you groaned. "You're good at that."
"Just like riding a bike," Sandra said with a little smirk.
"Sucking dick?" I asked.
"Multi-tasking," she chuckled, then went back to sucking you.
JC was holding her hips and doing his best to thrust up at her as she rocked forwards and back. I blew out a long breath and rested my hand on the top of her head and looked over and out the window. I almost expected Cassidy to be sitting there watching. Or, hell, all the girls peering in the window like little Peeping Tammies. Instead it was wide open, no one in sight.
Sandra pulled her lips from my cock. "You're the one whose fiancee he threatened, right?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I said.
"Alright. Fuck my mouth," she said and opened wide to give me access to start really using her.
Chapter 166
Literally face-fucking a cop was not on the list of things that I had imagined might happen when I woke up that morning with Wanda on one side of me and Cassidy on the other. This whole trip had been a wild rollercoaster of emotions, flirting and sex, but this?
This definitely took the cake.
I held Sandra's head as I thrust into her mouth, listening to her gag every once in a while. She was game about it, though I didn't try and push her for any deepthroating. And as I did that, she was working her hips to bounce on JC's cock.
"Fuck, hold on," JC groaned, grabbing Sandra by the hips and pulling her down to sit still. "Just need a second."
"Hmmmhmmmhmmm," Sandra hummed around my cock in her mouth. I pulled out from her lips and she smacked them and took a breath. "Tell me if you're going to come," she said to JC. "I'd prefer it not inside me."
"OK," he nodded.
She turned back to me and grabbed my slimy, spittle-covered dick and stroked me all over. "Want a turn?"
"Sure," I said. "I'd love one."
She stood up and turned around, bending at the waist to drop her mouth on JC as she presented me with her pussy and ass. I took a moment to fondle her pale cheeks, gripping them in both hands and then giving her a soft spank before lining myself up with her and slowly pushing in.
"Hmmmmng," she groaned around JC in her mouth.
"Damn," I grunted. I got a bit over halfway in and her cunt tightened, fluttering on my cock as she had a small orgasm. Then she slammed her ass back at me and took me to the hilt, groaning all over again.
"She's tight as hell, right?" JC asked.
"Yeah," I nodded, blinking to try and keep my focus as I started slow stroking her. We fucked like that for a few minutes and I could feel her pussy squeezing and bearing down on me every time I pushed all the way in. I reached under her hip and got my fingers on her clit and gave her a bit of a diddle, feeling the slick little fleshy fold of her clit hood, and she shuddered as she came again, her knees going a little weak to the point I grabbed her by the hips to keep her up.
"Fucking hell," she said when she was done, leaning up from JC's cock and stroking him. "Not as close anymore?"
"I'm good," he nodded.
Sandra pulled off of me straddled JC with her knees on the couch and then sat down on him again, taking him into her cunt. I had a view of his fat dick spreading her lips lewdly. I also noticed that for all that he had a wide cock, JC also had kind of small testicles.
Things I did NOT need to know, I thought to myself.
Then Sandra surprised me by reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks with both hands. "Do it," she told me.
I blinked in surprise, "You sure?"
She just nodded breathing deeply, and I saw her asshole wink at me a little as she flexed it. This woman knew what she was doing.
I spit on my fingers and quickly spread it over her ass, then pushed two fingers in and worked her a little bit. She was surprisingly adept at taking my fingers in, and soon I was two knuckles deep. I pulled my fingers out and stroked my cock once to get the slime from her cunt and the spittle that was still smeared at the root all over it, and I lined up.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Is this happening?!" JC asked.
"It's happening, stud," Sandra said, then blew out a breath.
I pushed in, the knob of my cock meeting the resistance of her anus for a moment before I popped inside of her.
"Fucking- fuuuck," she groaned. "God damn, you're in my ass."
"I definitely am," I chuckled a little, not stroking so much as just flexing back and forth a bit and looking at how her pale little hole was stretched around my dick.
"Well, get all the way in," Sandra said.
"Ah, alright," I said, frowning at how well she was dealing with this. I pushed in deeper, and she took it with a long groan.
This was my first time DPing anyone, and it was... weird. I could feel the pressure of JC's cock inside her other hole, putting a weird hardness next to my cock. I was much more turned on by the noises that Sandra was making than the feeling as she whimpered little half-expletives and breathed shallow and hard.
"You good?" JC asked.
"Suck my tits," she demanded, pushing her breasts into her face. I could only assume JC complied. She looked back at me over her shoulder. "Are you going to fuck my ass or what? This is an apology screw, so make me feel it."
"Yes, ma'am," I said and started fucking her.
It was dirty and weird, and sexy, and hot, and *weird*. This wasn't my first threesome, but it was definitely the first threesome with another guy, and I was quickly learning that I much preferred another woman around. JC and I never really found a rhythm, and maybe that was worse for Sandra as she was getting jostled around. She seemed to like it though and encouraged us both to fuck her harder. I was the only one able to provide that, so I did, holding her by the hips as I pounded into her harder though I didn't go all out.
