2 comments/ 25340 views/ 4 favorites Highway to Bliss By: sexdriver This is my first submission and also my first ever attempt to write a story like this. It was written in a single day, so it may have some mistypes despite my revision. I hope you all enjoy and feel free to send in your comments. They will be warmly appreciated. This story is purely fictional. Any coincidence with living or deceased persons is pure coincidence. copyright protected 2010 _______________________ It was around 2 a.m. of a weekday and I was driving back home. My head was still spinning from the day at the office and I needed a release. It hadn't been a bad day though. Things were actually marching pretty well but it had been intense and I was tired and eager to get back home. I was 30-year-old at the time and held a job as creative director for a major advertising agency. I was single then since the right one hadn't appeared yet and, living in a world such as mine, I was constantly showered with the kind of offers one does not refuse unless is mad or impotent. I wasn't bad looking either and, you know, as a creative director my income wasn't so bad also. All added up, I was happy enough with my bachelor life. Contrary to most of my colleagues and related work acquaintances, I kept my city life to the necessary that including job and, of course, some social and party life. However, being a surfer, I needed to get away from all that so I had bought a nice cottage near the beach almost an hour away from the center and that was where I was heading to. It was a moonlit and warm summer night and I had winded down the car windows. The road was straight, fair and almost deserted at that hour so I was speeding away. Not like a maniac, but enough to enjoy the warm wind blowing in and some adrenaline from the speed. The blow of fresh air was actually making me feel really good as I thought of getting back to my peaceful den, already imagining the surf the day after since I had self-decreed a day off for the following day. With the full moon arriving tomorrow, the swell had been pounding the coast for the last three days already and I couldn't take it anymore. Anticipating the surf rush, the Pixies were pounding high on the car stereo and I was happily singing along. However, the mood was to be interrupted by some annoying blue flashing lights. Yup, the cops! Cursing, I slowed down and pulled over. Music was off for the time being. The cops parked right behind flooding my car with their high beams. The intermittent blue of the patrol car's light-bar added to the uncomfortable light shower. I didn't turn my head back and just decided to follow the action through the mirrors. I could hear two voices, a man and a woman's. I could see that they were coming one both sides of the car. From the leg movement, I was sure the woman was on my right. As they walked towards my car I couldn't avoid but to think of an alien encounter. The dark and warm night, the steps on the gravel, the flashlights, the headlights, the shadows approaching in the mirrors and the absolute silence besides their steps and their car engine. I had killed mine's as I parked, "no need to get them nervous", I thought. "Say yes and I'm sorry, pay the ticket and go", that was my master plan for the forthcoming event. However, things not always come as easy and predictable. Especially with cops involved, I was forced to conclude later. A deep voice of a man sounded over my window asking me if I knew why did they stop me. I had no time to answer, since more or less at the same time, the female cop peeked in through the right window probing the inside of the car and myself with a flashlight. "Do you transport anything that we should be concerned about?" she asked, in what I would consider a sexy voice under different circumstances, as she pointed the flashlight at my face. I frowned a bit, surprised by the sudden "attack" and replied that of course I didn't. The flashlight didn't allow me to see her face and I must confess that her tone and sudden intrusion left me a bit nervous. "You are not nervous, are you?" she asked, keeping the light beam on my face. "Why should I be?" I retorted. She ignored me and went on probing the car with her torch so I could see her face for the first time. I already knew she was tall and slim and then I got the first glimpse of her facial features that vaguely reminded me of Julia Robert's face - an angular face with beautiful features but holding a hard expression. The main difference from the Hollywood hottie was that this cop's hair was blond, apparently long since she had it tied behind her head in a kind of a French roll. She kept on probing my car's interior as I was letting myself getting entranced with her beauty. However, I was soon awaked from my reverie as the male cop, still standing outside my left door, insisted on his almost forgotten question: "You know why we stopped you?" he repeated. A bit startled by the sudden intrusion of his deep voice, I looked over and decided to play along and avoid mishaps, so I just said that I may have had been driving a bit too fast. I was starting to explain why I had done it when the female cop spoke again. "What do you hide in here?" she asked pointing her torch towards my glove compartment. I couldn't but notice a certain nasty intonation on the word "hide" which left me a bit concerned, but since I had nothing to hide I tried to relax. As I looked over to reply she pointed again the torch at my face, which left me quite uncomfortable as you may imagine. At that point, my mood was gradually swinging from "play it along Sam" into irritation but I tried my best to avoid letting it to be noticed since I had nothing to hide and was still hoping to resume my ride home soon and indulge in my eagerly awaited surf session. So, I quietly replied that she could only find junk inside which was the absolute truth as I used that compartment to store away everything I didn't want flying around in the car and usually I would forget it all in. "Can I open it?", she asked. "Sure", I said and, as she fumbled with the button to get it open, the male cop resumed his conversation drawing my attention. I should say that I hadn't seen his face also due to all the lights around and the fact that he was quite tall and never peeked in. The only way to try to get a look on his face would be to stick my head out which I wasn't willing to do. He had a strong and well-balanced tone like if he could have been a radio DJ. Despite the gentleness of his voice there was something in it that discouraged me from provoking anything that might make him angry. He started lecturing me on speed limits when I suddenly heard a heavy thud on the car floor to my right. I was looking at a gun! Needless to say, all hell broke loose. I couldn't even say a word. In a rapid succession of events the female cop, quickly grabbed it and pulled it out as she shouted "gun!" which made the "radio DJ" actually go angry and point his own gun at me forcing me out of the car. I was stunned and speechless since I had never had a gun in my life and suddenly there I was being treated as a public menace. As I got out of the car still updating my brain files for the unexpected situation, the female cop materialized behind me forcing me onto a hard landing on the on the gravel floor face down making me literally bite the dust. She then kicked my legs ordering me to spread them and jumped suit on my back cuffing both my hands behind my back. After, she bent closer to my ears and said: "Only junk hun, pretty boy?" Despite the stressful situation, maybe because my senses were at full steam, I couldn't help but to notice her body scent, a flowery womanly scent that I would certainly cherish in a different situation. And there I was, pinned to the ground with her knee firmly set against my back, dirt on my mouth, and my hands cuffed. She wasn't heavy, but strong and fit. As if she had done her internship in a rodeo, I was tied up and ready to roll in no time. She lifted herself from my back as the male cop, still holding his gun tight at me, ordered me to stand up and lean against he car, which I followed swiftly since the situation was already weird enough with that damned gun showing up out of nowhere... "What the hell was it doing in there?" I kept thinking to no avail. My head was in a complete blank; I had no idea how the hell that piece of shit had made its way into my glove compartment. I didn't even like guns... Already leaning against the car, my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the thorough search being performed by the male cop. However, to my surprise, even if I hadn't been searched like that before I felt that he was feeling me more than actually searching, as he was taking maybe a bit too long when he touched the inner side of my thighs. Since my job allowed for it, I did not use any kind of formal wear and, on that day I had some loose linen pants on, a T-shirt and nothing else. Thus, I could feel very well his hands and I am sure I felt his fingers rubbing my balls which sent an electrical shock through me even if I wouldn't want to admit it since I was as straight as they came and never fancied any intimate male contact. I also thought at the time that my loose wear made unnecessary any thorough search since it was pretty obvious there was nowhere I could conceal whatever they thought I could be hiding. They were both silent during the whole procedure and I dismissed swiftly any strange intentions taken it as common procedure, until I was suddenly pulled back by him and ordered to walk to their patrol car. As I turned, I looked straight for the first time to both cops and couldn't help to notice a kind of a grin on my female cop. Her nametag spelled Collins and she was actually stunning. About my height, 1.80m, slim, tight with a nice curved body. The cop uniform was not exactly a sexy female attire but was definitely unable to conceal her perfect shape and what I took to be a pair of round C cup breasts. The male cop had Richards for last name and was taller than both of us. Strong built, dark hair, tanned look and piercing green eyes. I could bet he had some Latino blood in him despite the Anglo-Saxon family name. I tried to talk on my behalf claiming that I had nothing to do with that gun but they just smirked and he pushed me forward as she said: "Yes, baby you are carrying an illegal caliber gun in your car and you have nothing to do with it...". I really resented that remark and tried to argue back to what she asked if I were implying that she had put it there in a tone that made me feel like it would be wiser to play it down for the time being. Obviously, I was hoping that it was all some kind of bizarre event soon to be cleared. We reached their car and she grabbed my head pushing me in like I had seen so many times in the movies, only this time it was I featuring the bad guy. For the first time in my life, I was being arrested and you can imagine the sort of multiple feelings that were crossing my mind at that moment. I was naturally hopeful to get out of that situation but one never knows what may roll in once we get ourselves entangled in the threads of law and justice... Richards entered the car and seated at the wheel, protected by the fiberglass separator between my seat and the front seats. "How about my car?" I asked concerned with the fact that it was still open with the keys in the ignition. After all the gun-induced commotion, I never thought of it again but at that point it dawned on me. "Don't worry with that. My partner will take care of it" that's all he said. He started the car and I saw her entering mine and drive on. Richards followed close. That was a surprise since I was expecting them to turn back towards the city but they marched on. I wasn't that far from home by then and I knew that there were no police stations around there. That road would lead only to my little village or out of the state. "Where are we going?" I asked. "There are no police stations over here", I complemented but got no reply back. My heart started pumping faster. I was familiar with adrenaline, and actually hooked on it, from the surf practice but this was different. At sea I still had some control but on that situation I had none. I was cuffed in the back of a police car heading I didn't know where following my own car driven by a sexy bitchy cop. After a few kilometers, I saw my car flashing right and she turned into a side forest dirt road that I knew would eventually lead to the shore but ending up on a cliff: a dead end. a place where practically nobody would go. Only a few fishermen, usually on weekends, that would manage to go down the cliffs to find some nice fishing spots among the rocks, rare couples watching the sunset, or a few weekend teen campers since the area was pretty much isolated. My village, the closest inhabited place around, was still some 20 miles down. But this was not sunset time, nor a weekend, nor I was on a camping trip with a couple of mates. I couldn't help myself: "Can you please tell me where are we heading, officer Richards?" I asked still trying to be polite. - "Shut up or things will turn out even worse for you. Don't make me gag you!" he replied in as harsh tone. My mind was in turmoil. I even thought that they might not even be cops at all but some pair of psychos, psychopaths or something like that. Things were looking really bleak at that point and I had no idea about what to do or say. I must confess that I was pretty scared. Not even the massive swell I had taken on the year before in Haleiwa had made me feel that scared. As I was trying to deal with my predicament I saw my car turn left in a sidetrack. It was a pretty rough terrain and the patrol car was bouncing quite a lot making me roll around the seat and bang my head quite a few times since there was no way I could hold myself. My car was a nice SUV and was used to those tracks and I thought stupidly that she must have been enjoying the ride. The lack of concern my driver showed with his patrol car actually reinforced my idea that this two were not cops at all. After a couple of miles, the roller coaster finally ended. I straighten myself up and could see my car parked in front and Collins, or whatever her name was, jumping out. She had killed the lights. Richards turned off the engine and killed the lights also which added to my apprehension. We were in some kind of clear amidst the forested area. The trees filtered the moonlight providing an eerie atmosphere to the whole scenario. My heart was pounding even faster now. Whatever was going to happen was approaching fast. He stepped out, walked back and opened my door. "Get out!" he ordered. I hesitated enough to have him grabbing me under my arms and pulling me out. I landed curled on the floor. "You are not so fast now, are you?" he said mocking me. I was almost in shock by trying my best to keep all senses at full alert. Still floored, I heard steps and Collins showed up playing with another pair of handcuffs. Like if she had read my mind before when I imagined her as a rodeo woman, she blurted out: "Let's get this hog secured in position" she said laughing as she helped me up. Somehow her laughter calmed me down a bit since I felt no hint of madness there like I imagined a psychopath's. But I was far from relaxed still. "What are you going to do with me? I asked again. "I already told you that it was not my gun and even if it was this is no way to deal with it!" I said despite the previous threat I got from her. But this time, instead of a cold reply, I just got a pat in the butt urging me to move and a "You will know soon enough, babe." That really left me looking for clues. "Get him in position while I look around" said Richards and left holding his flashlight peeking through the woods. I figured that he was making sure that there was no one around which left me again preoccupied. She must have noticed my apprehension: "Don't worry Charles", she said using my name for the first time. I figured that after driving my car she had time to go through the documents I had in my wallet there. So I wasn't surprised for having her knowing my name, but I was surprised with the new attitude and especially with what she said next: "Maybe you'll even end up enjoying the ordeal", she said somehow amused in an almost friendly tone. I was dumbfounded. "Good cop, bad cop now?" I wondered. She grabbed my arm and led me back to my car. She told me to seat on the floor against the rear end of the car and I did just that I seating cross-legged for comfort. She then kneeled next to me and using the new pair of cuffs, she passed them through those I was wearing and secured me to the ring my SUV had on its rear made to pull other cars. As she was doing that, her flowery scent made its way up my nostrils again and I felt a twitch in my crotch. The fact is that I don't need much to get it up. Since I remember having my first hard-ons, I never had a problem with that. Actually, it could even be embarrassing at times. We say that our dicks have a mind of their own and mine was certainly a good example of that. So, despite my difficult circumstances, an electrical rush going through my body accompanied the twitch. I was scared but at the same time the whole situation had made me think that maybe these two were up to something else quite different from spilling my guts in the woods. Anyway, I took it as a very far-fetched thought dismissing it with my urgent need to feel reassured and safe. After confirming that I was tightly secured, she stood up without a word, opened the trunk, went looked at me and blinked an eye, obviously amused with my dumb face. I should say that my SUV was quite long since I needed it like that to carry my surfboards. It had a large trunk that would turn even bigger if we reclined the back seat, which was exactly what she was doing. I couldn't get it. At all. When she finished lowering the seat she came back out and stood there, with her legs spread and her knuckles folded on her hips. We looked at each other for a while without a word. She was really gorgeous. The moonlight casted its soft light on her making her blond hair glow and highlighting her perfect facial features. As I said, she was almost the spitting image of Julia Roberts, but a blond Julia. And there it was: my downstairs neighbor got to full attention and was pressing hard against my light linen pants. After what seemed like an eternity, this staring game was interrupted by the sound of steps approaching from the front of the car. "John?", she asked. "Yeah! It's me. Is our hog in place?" As he was finishing the sentence he appeared and stopped to stare at me. "Secured but not prepared", she said. "Can't wait to get started" he said in his deep voice. "How about you, you asshole?" he asked me and I just stared at him blank faced. He laughed and positioned himself as a quartermaster in front of the platoon with his hands crossed behind his back. His face was stern. Collins was next to him still holding her knuckles on her hips sporting a mischievous grin. John Collins started his speech: "The way I see it, you are caught in a very difficult situation, ass hole." He made a dramatic silence. Collins kept her stare on me, which caused me split feelings. I had nothing to say anymore. What would be the use of it, anyway, with these two armed cops in total control and me hooked to the back of my car? So I just let him speak somehow eager to finally know what was going to happen next. The trees around casted a lot of shadows and despite the moon light, the vision wasn't too clear but I remember that I noticed that at the what looked like a bulge on his pants. However, I took that as an optical illusion. My prick was under control by then. Richards' appearance and intimidating presence had made sure of that. Highway to Bliss He cleared his throat and carried on: "... Besides speeding way over the legal limit you were caught with an illegal weapon concealed in your car God knows what for. So I am going to state it very simply: you have two options here: first option we go back to the city right now and you deal with the consequences. As you probably know, criminal possession of a weapon in this state is a serious crime and you may not get away with it without serving time in jail." At that point I couldn't keep shut anymore and repeated that I had no gun adding that I actually hated them and had never even fired one since I didn't go to the army. They both stared at me with a grin. My arguments were getting nowhere. They were adamant on their belief and I felt there was nothing I could do about it so I just sank my head into my shoulders and waited for the "sentence". There was still option 2 whatever that was. Could it be money?... My thoughts were interrupted as officer John cleared his throat again and carried on. "I don't think you want us to perform a thorough search in your car because from the looks of you, I have this strange feeling that we may find some illegal drugs in there too." This really got me scared and convinced me that they had actually planted the gun to leave me no solution but to go for option 2. At this point, from his intonation, I was also sure they would find some drugs inside my car even if had none there. So I just let him carry on speaking. "Are you following me?". "ya.." I said in a low voice. "Yes, SIR is the answer, punk." Yes, sir" I repeated after him. "Ok that was option number one. You want me to read you option number two now?" "Yes, sir" I replied automatically which made them both start laughing. "He is getting there" John said to Collins. "Ok punk, here it goes option number two: you will get on you knees and will suck my prick like if there was no tomorrow. Then I will fuck that tight ass of yours and if you behave in the process and get my colleague really turned on, maybe you get to taste her too." he said without a break leaving me completely at odds with what to do or say. There I was chained to my car in the middle of nowhere with two menacing cops asking me to perform a homosexual act or face serious trouble. I couldn't articulate and they noticed that. Collins picked up where John left and said: "That's the way it goes, babe but I understand this is a difficult decision to you so we are going to leave you alone to reflect for a while. I know you are tightly secured but in case you have some Houdini qualities think twice before you try to run for it because then you would be considered a runaway and our guns actually fire", she said as she got her gun from the holster and showed it to me. The reflections produced by the moonlight on the cold metal of her gun helped to underline her warning. "We will give you 15 minutes", said John. "It's more than enough and you better had come to a decision when we are back or we will have to decide for you". This said they both stared at me like asking for a reply. I satisfied them mumbling a "yes, I got it" and they both left without a word. Naturally, despite the threat, knowing they were crossing the line and taking advantage of the fact that I knew those surroundings quite well, I thought about escaping but I had no Houdini features in me and she had done a good job. There was no way I could release myself. Plus, due the surrounding darkness there was no way of knowing if they had left for a walk or were just a few feet away, in the shadows staring at me. So I quit the escaping idea and focused on the options I had. I knew I had no gun and was now pretty sure they had planted it there. I had no criminal record and that could work for me but there was also the drug threat that I knew it would be harder to get away with. I was no angel and even if I wasn't a regular drug user I wasn't in the clear on that department and I knew about the little stash of coke and weed I had at home. Even if that would be taken as a minor offense due to the small quantity, I had no idea of the impact it would have added to whatever quantity of whatever drug those two were willing to plant in my car. But even if in the end I were to be proved innocent, the whole noise around the detention would have serious consequences to my job since I was working for a major agency and was responsible for a series of top brands. Bad publicity in this case was certainly not welcomed. Basically, I was a sitting duck. Literally. I looked at my watch and 10 minutes had passed since they had left and I had to start contemplating option nr. 2 soon even if I knew for certain that that would be the option they would chose for me or they wouldn't have gotten in so much trouble just to arrest a perfect nobody in police terms. I could call their bluff just because of that but I couldn't get myself to do it. What would the significance of sucking a cock, even getting rammed by one in the middle of the woods, if that meant carrying on with my life as if nothing had happened? As I thought of this I felt the twitch in my groin again. "That was preposterous" I thought. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had never even contemplated any kind of sexual contact with a man and suddenly my neighbor downstairs was thinking otherwise. I knew I had no options left and that was actually what was going to happen but the idea scared me. I had always heard that what costs it's the first time and then one may get used to ass fucking and that made me shiver with fear. What if I would stay hooked to cock sucking and ass fucking? I was still engulfed with these thoughts and feeling my dick growing bigger when the 15 minutes expired or so I thought since they both returned. John came straight at me and stopped inches from my face. His groin was in front of my face and the bulk I thought I had seen before was no illusion now. It was real and from the look of it hid a monster inside. I wasn't so poorly endowed myself but my 7 inches of meat were certainly smaller that what I had in front of me. His deep voice sounded from what felt like far away over the top of my head: "So, did u reach a decision, punk?". "Yes" I said in a dim voice looking down and avoiding his crotch. "Speak louder, I can't hear you!". "Yes" I said a bit louder. "What is it then? Option number 1 'go to the city and face the dance' or option nr.2?". "Option 2" I said feeling my voice trembling. He laughed out loud and turned to Collins that I noticed was setting a small video camera on a tripod next to me. "Fuck!.." I thought. "It seems like we have a willing bitch for entertainment, Jan" he said. She looked at me and displayed a delighted smile that actually made my juices flow wildly only from thinking that I could actually get into her pants. The first dish was what I was concerned about. Then, addressing me John spurted out: "Does that mean you want to suck my prick and get fucked in the ass, punk?". "Yes", I mumbled appalled by the size of my erection by then. "Wise decision. And as you can see your willingness is being recorded on video." Saying that, he unbuttoned his blue pants and a massive pole came out almost banging my nose. It was so close I could smell it. His strong male odor erased all the greenery scents around and a drop of pre-cum was glistening like silver on the tip of it thanks to the moonlight. From my perspective and by comparing it with mine, I concluded that I was looking at a minimum nine-inch monster with at least 5 or 6 inches of girth. I couldn't but think about my luck that my first homo experience was going to happen soon and I had gotten the XXL thing. He was uncut but maybe due to the fact that he was sporting an erection for quite some time, the skin was already pulled back leaving that huge mushroom out and about. Contrary to mine, it wasn't dark at all but quite pinky what, somehow, made it a little less threatening. Without further warning he pushed his prick towards my lips smearing them with the pre-cum making me realize that I was not dreaming. Any thought of fighting back had just abandoned me. I knew I had no chances so I decided to play along hoping that would save me from unnecessary suffering. Plus, the bonus of sticking my own prick into Collins' twat was all the encouragement I needed so I opened my mouth and allowed the monster cock to slide in. Richards grunted with pleasure forcing its way all the way into the entrance of my throat making me gag and fight for air. My mind was a blur. My own prick was raging hard now, I could barely breathe and had a huge male organ stuffed inside my mouth. Contrary to what I thought, if it wasn't for the taste and temperature, the feeling was way different from my previous assumptions. It seemed like I had a hard rubber thing in my mouth, which somehow allowed me to endure the experience easier. Used to go out of air during my hardcore surfing sessions, I soon got used to the choking treatment. Richards must have felt it and kept pushing in till he was fucking my throat. The whole situation suddenly shattered all my inhibitions and I actually started to enjoy much to my surprise. The only problem was my cuffed hands since the need to grab my own dick and stroking it was increasing and I felt really helpless like that unable to protect myself if the intrusion went beyond my limits. Richards was pumping faster now like if my mouth was a tight pussy. "It seems like this little bitch is starting to enjoy the treatment" he grunted to Collins, that was still busy with the camera as far as I could perceive from the corner of my eye. I wasn't even worried with the camera anymore. In my mind there was only one idea: sex! I really needed to get my hands out so I tried to speak making noises until Richards finally paused his pumping and took his prick out of my mouth leaving me with a strange feeling of emptiness. "What is it punk?" he asked. "You want to scream for mamma?" I tried to catch my breath as I shook my head trying to appease him. "No..." I said between intakes of air like I used to do when I surfaced after being rolled in a wave and taken deep underwater. "No... I need my hands released. I can't take it like that". As he massaged his huge prick in front of my face Richards retorted: "Are you entertaining the idea of getting away, punk?" "No", I said. "It is just too difficult to do this tied like that". Richards looked hard at me reasoning with what I just said and nudged to Collins to release me. "Okay, she is going to get you out but if you try anything funny you know she is keeping an eye on you." "Ok" I replied relieved. Richards gave a step back to allow Collins to pass through and this time she did not kneel next to me to reach for the handcuffs but in front. As she did that, she pressed her breasts on my face and her enticing flowery female scent flooded my nostrils again leaving my hard prick rocking back and forth. She released the cuffs and as she was preparing to lift herself up she placed a hand on my groin feeling my raging hard on. She grabbed it through my pants and stroked it gently leaving me on the verge of cumming. "He is really enjoying this. I can tell" she said to Richards but keeping her beautiful eyes on me with a mischievous stare. She then stood up and went back to the camera as Richards returned to his duty sticking his flagpole into my mouth again. I rubbed both my wrists as I adjusted myself to a new period of submersion and, with my left hand, started stroking my prick gently through the pants just to rub the excess heat away. Not knowing what to do with the other free hand I decided to yank Richards' pants down and feel his rock hard buttock, which seemed to please him very much because he started groaning and pumping my mouth even faster and snapped open his shirt showing his six pack and his trimmed bush. I was really getting into it and I released my dick to grab both his butt cheeks pulling him even more towards me. John matched my movement grabbing my head and pushing his prick further down my throat. I was so engulfed in the process, and unable to move my head that I didn't notice that Collins had left the camera and was now kneeling beside me. With my face completely buried on Richard's groin my peripheral vision was blocked so I just noticed something was happening when I felt my zip opening and the sudden freshness provided by the outside air on my dick finally released from his confinement. I couldn't look at her so I just felt her hand around it stroking gently and suddenly from the fresh air of the evening I found my prick engulfed in a hot, wet and confined place. She was sucking me as Richards kept pumping my face. That was too much and I thought I would explode right then and there but I mustered all my will power to avoid an early blast. I just didn't want to come so soon. I really wanted to prolong those amazing sensations for a bit more. Feeling that Richards was suffering from the same predicament, I managed to pull him out of my mouth, grabbed his pole with one hand and started licking its length till I got to his huge but hairless balls that I took into my eager mouth. As I did that he bended his legs a bit, hold himself to the car above me and started grinding his whole package in my face as I creamed it all over with my spit. I must say that I was in heaven by then. This new situation allowed me to peek at my own crotch to be greeted with a lustful stare of Collins that was now just finishing licking my length. I was in heaven. Suddenly, Richards stopped his circular motions over my face. "It's time for the real deal now, punk. You proved yourself as a good cocksucker and even got your reward earlier than I thought. Usually, Collins takes much longer to get involved in the action. Sometimes she doesn't get involved at all. But now I want to get a taste of that ass of yours and empty my aching balls inside of it." This sudden realization left me really nervous. I was so into the action that I had almost forgotten that some ass fucking was to be followed with me on the receiving end. I even regretted that I had tried to contain his ejaculation before. "Get your ass in there" he ordered pointing at my car. Collins helped me to stand up and said: "You are a virgin there, aren't you?" she asked allowing me to perceive some softness in her tone. Almost concern. The cold bitch was long gone now and she almost felt to me like a long time friend. I nodded affirmatively and I knew my face was expressing some fear. As the sexual intercourse halted, I was getting fully aware again and the idea of getting fucked in the ass especially by such a massive pole was not entertaining at all. "Hold on John. Let me get our friend properly ready for you" she said as she ushered me into the car. "Get on your fours" she said. I had no idea what she meant by preparing me and getting on my fours carried a negative ring with it but I had no option but to obey her and hope for the best. "Get in here John". My unguarded ass hole was now facing the door and I could feel the fresh night air in it. When I sense John entering the car that swayed with his weight I couldn't avoid a chill of fear that run down my spine. My but, however, remained untouched. "Kneel in front of him so that he can keep you warm while I'll get him ready", she said. Jack passed by me and kneeled in front of me leaning against the front seats. And there it was his massive prick again in front of me. I didn't even hesitated, grabbed it and started with a long licking run along his massive shaft. I wanted to do my best as I was now remotely expecting that he would succumb to my efforts and came soon even if that meant having him cumming on my face or, worse, inside my mouth. But any of it would be preferably to cumming inside my virgin ass. I had no experience on cocksucking but at least I knew how I liked mine sucked and considered that an advantage. Almost simultaneously, I felt an exquisite feeling in my ass hole and, without leaving the grasp on Richards' dick but actually rolling my thumb over his tip which made him moan like a wounded lion, I looked back to see Collins eating away at my ass. She had taken her cop shirt away displaying a sexy white bra but it wasn't this time I could see her breasts because Richards grabbed my head with both hands and stuck his prick back into my mouth. As I was being face-fucked, Collins was tongue fucking my ass and stroking gently my very hard shaft in the process. It was pure bliss. Never in my life I had such a set of sensations and no one had ever rimmed me like that despite my long list of sexual affairs throughout the years. Now I knew I couldn't last much longer but I still managed to gather all my strengths for a bit more. If I was going to come, I wanted to come massively now so I tried to hold my long awaited release. I don't know for how long this double fucking session went on. I was back in an altered mental state and sex was again the only thing in my mind. All other files were put away. I think that at the time, due to the expert tongue fucking Collins was giving me I was even anticipating with certain anxiety the moment that I was going to be really fucked. Then she moved from tongue fucking to finger fucking inserting first one finger into my rectum. My ass was so slick from her tongue treatment that I barely felt any pain. Then she went for two fingers and started pressing my prostrate, which flooded me with waves of pleasure. At this point, I am sure that all my fears, inhibitions and the sort had been lowered to a point of no return. At that point I really wouldn't mind getting ass fucked at all. I was actually craving it. Collins's preparation had performed the magic. The sensations I was feeling were already beyond my wildest dreams. Suddenly, I felt that I was about to explode but Collins must have felt the same since she was still stroking my dick with her free hand having three fingers of her other hand now inserted into my butt and was finger fucking me with a steady pace. She then pressed the base of my cock and in what seemed like a miracle she prevented my imminent ejaculation. While all this went on, I was still at my cocksucking job and enjoying it. John, however, was able to master his will as good as I did, despite my committed efforts, and he hadn't come yet despite that his pole looked bigger by the minute. "Move here fast" I heard suddenly Collins' saying. John took the lead and disappeared from my face moving to my back. That was it, I thought. And I was right. He kneeled behind me and almost instantly I felt the tip of his pink giant knocking in. I grabbed myself to the front seats and tried to get myself mentally ready for the incoming assault. "He is very well lubed and relaxed but please don't rush your monster in. Give him time." I heard what I could now surely consider my friend Collins saying. Despite his initial roughness, it seemed that also John had mellowed down after the sex started and I could tell that he had enjoyed my dedicated cocksucking session. By then I was actually taking both of them as just a couple of sex crazed people that had managed to devise a clever plan to get laid and fulfilling some wild fantasy. So he complied with her request pushing himself slowly inside my virgin ass giving me time to adjust to his massive size. I have no words to describe what I felt then. My head was still spinning from the wild sex adventure I was in but now reeling back to reality due to the pain and the act that I was starring. For all it mattered, from that point on I could never say again that I had never been fucked by a man and my fear of getting used to it just raised remembering how much I had enjoying Collins tongue and finger fucking. However, the massive probe making his way into my rectum and expanding it to a size I would have never believed possible if I wasn't feeling it soon interrupted my philosophical and existential thoughts. Highway to Bliss The pain was now excruciating even if John was making his best to advance slowly. Maybe aware of my difficulty, I felt Collins laying under me and taking my still hard pole into her mouth making me moan with pleasure. That certainly helped me taking part of my focus away from the anal invasion providing some pleasure to compensate for the pain. Like if on cue, John took the chance to liberally force all his way down impaling me like a hog on a medieval barbecue and left it there still. I was almost breathless and drowned in sweat from the effort of trying to control my agony. The pain was almost unbearable but the pleasure from Collins' blowjob was shifting it away and the surge in my balls resumed. As Collins increased her pace on my dick, Jack started pulling his prick out almost to the end and forced it back in a sole move. And that felt good for the first time. I couldn't help but moaning with his action and he took it as green light to start pounding my ass faster. The pain was now almost a vague memory and had been replaced by an uncontrollable need to get more and more of it. I held myself steady to the front seats and started meeting his trusts pushing my ass against him. He was now grunting like a bear and Collins kept her expert work on my shaft engulfing its engorged 7-inches taking of advantage of the trust Jack and me were applying to the human combo. I couldn't take it any longer and I just let myself explode. I didn't even thought about warning Collins of the fact and I don't think she was that worried about it since she took all my load in her mouth and kept sucking on my dick. I looked down and saw my cum dripping out from the corners of her mouth fully aware that I had just released an unusual amount of semen. But the pounding in my ass kept going faster and faster and I couldn't pay attention to anything else but to was happening to my behind. Suddenly, I felt Jack's cock increasing in size (how could that be?) soon followed by the feeling of a massive load of his sperm being dumped inside my bowels. It felt like if I had a hose stuffed up my ass blowing warm liquid in at full force. I was flooded and soon felt his cum running down my balls which Collins soon lapped increasing my sense of bliss. John kept pumping a bit more and then I felt his pink monster subsiding a bit in size and slipping out my violated ass. He then let himself roll onto the SUV's floor letting himself lean against the side wall completely exhausted. I was still clinging to the front seats enjoying Collins return to her ass licking duty lapping it clean and cause me sensation that made my prick start rising again. I was in pure sexual bliss but I still hadn't forgot my wish to get into Collins pants. Like if guessing my yearning she let go of my ass and crawled towards me. I was feeling this weird sensation in my ass but also an uncontrollable lust like I had never felt before fully represented a major hard on again. I let go of the seats and sat down on the car floor to embrace her and she kissed me hard on the lips still with her mouth coated with John's cum. I couldn't care less at that point and kissed her back passionately swapping cum and intertwining tongues. She was still wearing her bra and her pants but I could notice she was also lost in lust. Her nipples were provocatively sticking out her bra that I pulled out with one jerk grabbing it from the edge under her breasts and thus releasing an amazing and perfect pair of C-cups with a beautiful brown areola topped with this massive nipple engorged nipples that I soon had in my mouth. She got rid of the bra and let her head fall back moaning in pleasure. From the corner of my eye I could see that John was regaining his strength and was looking attentively towards us as he stroke his now half flaccid prick. I couldn't care less though, happy as I was to have that beautiful and excited female cop in my arms that had gave me so much pleasure already. I was know feasting on her neck as she was trying to get rid of her pants which she managed with my help and a final pull from Jack that seemed willing to join in soon. I just wasn't sure that if he was looking for another go with my ass, which I actually didn't mind anymore. Anyway my attention was all focused into Collins. As John pulled her pants out she lied on the floor of the car, releasing her French roll allowing her beautiful long blonde air to spread around the floor of my car. She was arching her back in pure excitement sticking her inviting pussy up in the air. Her magnificent crotch was there up for grabs but still wrapped in her sexy white lace thong that allowed a dark patch of hair inside to show through which added to my excitement. I then lowered my hand and cupped her between the legs feeling how wet she was and making her let out a loud moan. It was her time to get into sex dreamland and I was more than willing to help her enjoying at least as much pleasure has she has given me before. As I cupped her between the legs I went back kissing her in what was one of the most passionate kisses I had ever given and received. She was now grinding her pussy in my hand and I was jut loving it. I kept kissing her alternating with little bites on her ear lobes that made her moan even more. My hand was soon inside her thong cupping her and feeling her extreme wetness. Her pubes were darker than her hair but neatly trimmed which added to my already exquisite sensation like if I was feeling a warm and wet velvet fabric in my hand. I had to go down on her, which I did kissing my way down all the way from the neck through the lips, across her breasts and through her belly bottom till I finally reached her engorged clit that I had been teasing between my fingers. Besides the quiet sounds of the night forest, only her moans could be heard then. It was a fantastic pleasure to the senses. I got back on my fours to lap into her cunt which made me stick my butt in the air. John was right next to me as I could feel him with my feet touching his legs. Collins had now her legs fully opened and I was feasting like a hyena on her juicy and tasty cunt. And then, to my surprise, I felt a well know feeling in my behind. John had gotten behind me and was licking my ass just like Collins had done before. "What a fantastic surprise", I thought and to better it even more he grabbed my hard dick and started stroking it gently. That was bliss again. Collins was in her own pleasure world no longer worried with the choreography or anything else but her fast approaching orgasm and I was still delighted lapping at her amazing velvet cunt having my sore ass hole being licked in return by Jack. This setting kept on for a while until Collins started to convulse and thus releasing a very powerful orgasm that left my face completely wet with her juices. As she was writhing on the floor sticking her fingers inside her, I took the chance to turn back to John. Somehow surprised, he looked at me and I just kissed him square on the lips. He then opened his mouth and I immediately stuck my tongue in which he paid back in return by sucking on it and we got ourselves engulfed with each other making out and stroking each other's pricks like two passionate lovers. I was beyond hard at that point and I could feel that he was suffering from the same "syndrome". I was so entranced with our session that I almost forgot Collins. But she wasn't over yet and startled both of us with her shout: "Fuck me!" she commanded. "Fuck me hard both of you! She was grunting like a wounded animal and still convulsing from her release but already an all fours ready for the invasion. Still embraced with Jack we both looked at that magnificent spectacle in front of us and then looked at each other exchanging a knowing smile. He winked at me, licked my lips and nodded with his head like telling me to go for it. I immediately left his embrace and positioned myself under Collins knowing all too well that Jack would be more than happy to take her ass. As I lay down, she immediately let herself down on my prick taking it all in one go. It felt wonderfully! She then started grinding her clit on me going back and forth and providing amazing sensations to my sensitive prick. She was tight and warm and obviously experienced since I could feel how she controlled her muscles milking my cock away. While this was happening, John had been positioning himself behind her licking her ass and my dick in the process. I had came hard before but I felt that the next unleash would be as powerful. I was in complete ecstasy. John ended his lube session and kneeling down behind her positioned his massive prick at her backdoor. Feeling that, Collins stopped her movements to ease the penetration. "Get it in fast as I like John", she said. There was no need for repetitions and he impaled her in one go making her gasp and throw her head back in pleasure. At that time I was fondling both her wonderful breasts but I also felt his dick going in which gave me and incredible rush and an extraordinary sense of anticipation for the sensations to come since that was the first time I was involved in a double penetration. Well... that night marked the first time for a lot of things, I reckoned now. For a while nobody moved. The sounds of the forest seemed to grow in intensity due to our sudden silence. We could only hear our breathing that somehow we all tried to tone down to capture that amazing moment. I could feel her vagina mildly squeezing my dick as if on cue with her respiration. I could also feel John's cock pulsating inside her ass. We both had our hands intertwined resting on her hips. If I had any doubt I really learned what bliss was in that moment. We stood still like that for five minutes or more. It was bloody intense. Suddenly, an owl cried over the car and it was like we all awaked from a daze and resumed our hard fucking. The feeling of John's rubbing my own prick through her skin wall was just a hell of an experience added to her milking abilities and I exploded in a fantastic orgasm followed suit by Collins that convulsed again and fell over me trembling. Jack took a minute longer but he also explode magnificently in her ass and I could swear that I felt his semen rush going through his penis. He fell over her exhausted. We were like a human pile. Our dicks still inside Collins. Epilogue After our out of this world sexual experience we noticed that the sun was almost appearing and we got ourselves ready to go. Collins looked at me: "Wasn't so bad as I told you was it?" Of course it hadn't been. It had been wonderful and all my fears and anxieties had long left me. She gave me my car keys and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you for the wonderful evening" she said giggling. At this point, John showed up and shook my hand. "I'm sorry we got you scared but we felt there was no other way to get in our fantasy" he said. I just shook my head actually happy that I was scared enough to play it along. It had been the most fantastic experience in my life. Not even the Haleiwa swell at full swing could ever match that night. At this point I remembered the gun. "What about the gun?" I asked him. John grinned and took it from his jacket pocket. "It's a fake he said" showing it to me and it actually looked fake now but there was no way I could tell that before. "It was Jan's idea" he said. "We were planning this for quite some time now and when you sped by us we decided it was time to act." - So that means you were ready to do it with anybody that came along? - No, said Collins. It was my call. I "discovered" the gun remember? she added and I just laughed. - that's why you kept pointing the torch at my face then... - Well, yeah... I wanted to check if I fancied the "victim" and used it to get you off balance too. - And you certainly achieved that. And what about the drugs? - There were no drugs, John replied. That was our last card to get you fully submitted and it seems like it worked pretty well... Maybe we should actually skip searching your car he said winking at me. I blushed and laughed. - You know I live near by so if you ever feel like checking anything else feel free to bust in. - We may do just that, said Collins with a mischievous grin and they both hopped into their patrol car and started to reverse to head back to the main road. When the car was already turned the right away they stopped and Collins opened her window. - You didn't ask so I bet you are not worried about it but there was no tape and she showed me the empty camcorder. Maybe next time we actually film it to enjoy over a glass of wine. This said she winded her window and they left.