Milked - Part One

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The cop slid a can of Coke across the table and it left a wet smear of condensation on the firm surface. Just that little thing brought a thousand images to the forefront of my mind, of Jessica’s skin sparkling, of Chrissy’s wet lips, of glistening trails of moisture across creamy white and black fields. I shuddered, grabbed the can, and took a long pull.

“So, why don’t you tell me what happened?” The cop said when I put the can down, half empty. His name plate read C. Rogers and I knew from my army brat days that the two stripes on his sleeve gave him the rank of Corporal. For a second I pondered the “C”. Charles? Corey? Curt? But then I realized the expression on his face wasn’t one of professional interest, but of skepticism. He already thought I was full of shit. I leaned forward.

“You don’t believe me,” I said. It was a statement of fact, rather than a question.

He gave me a long look, then cocked his head to the side. “I’ve been on the force eight years. Not once have I ever had this particular crime reported to me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Is it because I’m a guy?”

“Nope. Guys can be a victim just as much as gals. It’s just generally they’re under the age of seventeen. Guys like you, not so much.”

I leaned back in my chair, just a little stunned. “You’ve got to believe me. It’s been four days! Didn’t someone report me missing or something?”

He shook his head. “Not a blip. Your roomie not like you or something?”

I snorted. “Or something.” My new dorm roommate had been a silent sack of shit since the moment he walked in through the door. I’d already put in a request for a change for the semester end, but didn’t have a lot of high hopes. In the meantime I’d basically ignored the asshole. I took another sip of the Coke, needing the caffeine.

“Look, I need medical attention. There should be a blood test. They drugged me.”

“Right,” the cop said slowly. He had a pen out, and a notepad, and even a little tape recorder, but he hadn’t written anything down. “Why don’t you just lay it out for me first. Then I’ll decide what steps we need to take.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Okay,” I said. I put down the can and leaned forward. “There were two of them.”

“Two what?”

“What?”

“Exactly. What,” said the officer. I blinked.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

“Two whats?”

I realized what he was asking. “Girls!” I said angrily.

The cop leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “So. You were raped by two girls.”

I nodded. “Exactly.”

“Okay. Age and description.”

I thought back. “Okay. Chrissy is black and I mean really black. Skin like coffee without cream or sugar.”  For the first time Corporal Rogers began writing.  “And Jessica was white,” I said.

“Milk white? Snow white? Or more like a latte?” The cop asked, a faint tone of sarcasm in his voice.

My eyes narrowed. “Creamy white,” I said with a dark sneer. “Her skin was flawless.”

“Right,” said Rogers, ignoring the jibe. “Suspect - is - possible - hand lotion - model,” he said as he wrote it down.

I crossed my arms and looked irritated. “Body lotion. Trust me.”

Corporal C.Rogers gave me a faintly amused glance. “Well? Go on,” he urged. “Age?”

I took a deep breath. “Um… I’m guessing they were both in their early twenties. Certainly no older than twenty five.”

“Yeah?” Asked Rogers. “And how would you be able to tell?”

I swallowed. “They had young clothes.”

“Young clothes,” Rogers repeated. “That’s a foolproof way to tell age.” The sarcasm was still there, faint but deep.

“Yes. They were dressed like they shopped at Hot Topic or something.”

Rogers nodded. “Because God knows thirty year old women aren’t allowed in Hot Topic.”

“Are you just going to mock me?” I asked. “Or actually conduct an investigation?”

Rogers shook his head. “Hell no. Guy gets kidnapped by two hotties, gets taken to their apartment and sexually abused and raped for four days straight? That’s a story straight out of Penthouse Letters.”

My eyebrow went up. “What the hell is Penthouse Letters?” I asked in confusion as I leaned forward. “I’m being serious here. I need you to listen to me. To help me.”

Rogers stared at me for a moment, then he sighed. Loudly. “Fine. How did you meet them? Or did they just snatch you up off the street?”

I shook my head. “No. It was in the Student Union. I was eating lunch. Friday last week. I only had one class left, Technical Writing, and then I was done for the day.”

Rogers wrote that down, or at least an abridged version. “And what time was that?”

I shrugged. “Around noon, give or take. I sort of dawdled on my way over there and I had until one before my next class. I took my time.”

“Yeah okay. So you were sitting in the dining pavilion?”

“Yes. I was eating lunch and…”

“What were you wearing?” He asked.

I gave him a crazy look. “What? Who cares what I was wearing?” I demanded.

Rogers put down his pen. “Look kid, if I go and find the video surveillance footage of the dining area and I start looking at the camera feed, I need to know what you were wearing. Know how many ‘hot girls’ who look like body lotion models wearing Hot Topic are walking around this campus at any one time? I’ll have an easier time finding a single, scrawny, freshman kid than two body lotion models. So I’ll ask again. What were you wearing?”

I blinked. “Oh. Sorry. This. I was wearing this,” I said, motioning down at myself. Blue jeans, very rumpled, a tee shirt, and of course a pair of simple athletic shoes. Rogers studied me for a moment then wrote down a brief description of what I was wearing.

“So. You’re sitting at your table and you notice these two girls…” began Rogers.

“No! No. No. No.” I declared. “I was sitting there reading a book on my phone when they just suddenly sat down at my table! They didn’t have lunch to eat and they didn’t ask if the seats were taken. They just pulled out the chairs, sat down in front of me, and smiled.”

“How threatening,” Rogers agreed.

I rolled my eyes. “Well, a decent ‘hello, we’d like to kidnap you and use your cock for four days’ isn’t the sort of thing most guys would go for.”

Rogers blinked. “Sure about that, are you?”

I took a deep breath, trying not to get mad. “Well, not the way they did it.”

Rogers waved a hand in a rolling motion. “So go on, what did they do next?”

I took a deep breath. “Well, like I said, I was sitting there minding my own business when these two girls sat down. I have to tell you that I was immediately struck by how gorgeous they were. And I mean that. They were incredible. Chrissy, the black girl, was tall and thin, but not like a runner. She was incredibly feminine. She just had this absolutely perfect body. Her tits were high and tight and her collar was so low on the shirt that I was convinced that if she took a deep breath I’d be able to see her nipples.”

“Really?” Rogers said apathetically..

“Hell yeah. And Jessica? Holy crap. Soft brown hair the color of sun-browned wheat with highlights of gold. She was shorter than Chrissy by a foot, but just as curvy. She wasn’t thin or fat, but just right.” I held up my hands and mimed running my fingers down that girl’s side. Some men call it an hourglass shape. I just called it sweet. “She had big breasts and wide hips.”

“Okay, so curvy.”

I nodded. “Anyway so I’m sitting there, just a little flabbergasted when…”

“What were they wearing?” Interrupted Rogers.

I blinked. “Oh. Yeah. Well Chrissy was in this daringly short skirt. It was elastic, stretchy, like Spandex and she wasn’t wearing panties.”

Rogers gave me an exasperated look. “That’s helpful to know when I’m looking at the video surveillance footage,” he retorted. “Though I am curious how you know.”

I looked down, blushing, and coughed. “I uh… found out later. In the car.”

“Really.”

“Look, can we get back to the descriptions?” I demanded.

Rogers nodded magnanimously. “By all means.”

“Chrissy had on this matching tube top. It was blue and had some sort of darker geometric pattern on it. Like modern art. It really made her boobs stand out. And they were big. At least C cups, possibly D.”

“Okay,” Rogers said, but he didn’t write it down.

“Jessica. Well she was wearing a pair of short shorts. They were bright yellow and so tight that I thought they might be painted on. I mean you could see her cameltoe and frankly I’m still wondering how blood got to her legs.”

Rogers looked up at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” 

“Colorful description,” he said.

I snorted. “I have it burned into my mind. Besides that’s nothing compared to the halter top she was wearing. It was pink. Light pink and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Both of her nipples were like these hard little bumps sticking out at the front. It made my mouth water actually.”

“Sounds like you went willingly with them,” Rogers suddenly said, just a little irritated.

I sighed. “I did. But I’ve been beaten over the head with the ‘no means no’ mantra and while I was screaming yes, yes, yes for most of the first day, the second, third, and fourth days were no picnic, let me tell you.”

Rogers digested that for a moment. “So what did they say? At the table in the Student Union?”

I thought back to that very first moment. “She said ‘I’m Chrissy, and this is Jessica, and you are exactly what we're looking for’.” “You were?” Asked the cop.

I nodded. “Yep. A stupid guy willing to follow them right to their bower. God, I’m an idiot!”

Rogers didn’t confirm or deny, but just stared at me. “So what did you say?”

I shrugged. “I barely remember. I think I burbled something that was meant to sound cool but probably marked me as a perfect moron. To be honest, I don’t even remember what I said. My name? Hell, maybe I tried a bad pick up line. But all I remember was Chrissy reaching out to take my hand, leaning close and saying ‘Trey Rigby, we want to take you to our place and spend the rest of the night fucking your brains out.’  And at that point I was hooked. I mean who wouldn’t be, right? Two gorgeous girls? Just a bit older than me? At once? Having sex with me? My God, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven!”

“Didn’t you?” Rogers asked. “I mean obviously they both did exactly what they said. And you went with them willingly.”

I let out a breath grudgingly. “Well yes. At the time.”

“So how did you get to their apartment, and for that matter, where is it?” Rogers asked.

“Their apartment?” I suddenly queried. For a second I fumbled, then I looked down. “I’ve got no idea,” I admitted. 

Rogers stared at me. “Were you blindfolded?”

“No,” I muttered.

“Locked in the trunk perhaps?”

“No.” I felt the heat on my cheeks. 

“Hood over your head?” he asked.

“No dammit. Look. I was… I was on the floor of Jessica’s car. It was a sedan. Gold. That’s all I remember.

“Why were you laying on the floor? Did they hold you at gunpoint?” Rogers asked curiously.

I looked away, well aware that the flush on my face was creeping upward. “I was kneeling. And I was preoccupied.”

“What with?” Rogers asked.

“The fact that Chrissy wasn’t wearing panties,” I said in frustration. “I told you that. See, the moment we left the dining room they took my hands and led me right out into the parking lot, over to the parking garage. They were already touching me at that point, their hands groping my cock, teasing me, even coming up and giving me these wet kisses that were all tongue. And then Jessica flashed a boob at me. It was pierced with this little barbell and she actually was able to lick her own nipple! She did it, right there in front of me! The next thing I knew we were standing next to this gold colored sedan, Jessica was climbing into the front seat and Chrissy was pulling me into the back. Then I was on top of her. We didn’t buckle up because she pulled up her tube top and dragged my face down to her breasts. All I remember was the car starting, the darkness of the garage being replaced by the curvature of Chrissy’s amazing, incredible breasts, and the feel of her puckered nipple in my mouth.” 

“Wow,” Rogers said sarcastically, the word deadpan and emotionless. “So you were distracted.”

“Hell yeah I was distracted,” I said animatedly.

“So you have no idea where you were driven.” He paused, thinking. “What about time? How long did it take you to get there?” He asked.

I looked up at the ceiling. “Thirty minutes? Twenty? I’m not really sure because as soon as I got done with Chrissy’s boobs she pushed me down and yanked up the skirt. Her slit was shaven and frankly, I’ve never actually gotten to experience that. All my girlfriends in high school were a bit… hairy. You know?”

Rogers' blank look almost hurt. “No. I don’t.”

I coughed. “Anyway the next thing I knew she was pushing my face down between her legs and one foot was up on the back of the seat and the other was down on the floor. I slid my tongue into her and began licking and…”

Rogers held up his hand. “Yeah. I get the picture. No need to get into the gory details.”

I leaned forward, angry. “No you don’t. You need to understand. I made her cum. Right there. And instead of sighing in relief and maybe pushing me away, she wanted me to do it again. Her clit was swollen and hot pink and she just wanted more.”

Rogers’ eyebrow went up. “And you did it.”

I laughed. “Of course I did. I was horny as hell. My cock was rock hard. I’d never actually done anything with a black girl before and I had this perfectly gorgeous girl, with huge brown eyes, soft lips, grapefruit sized breasts with a curved ass so tight and round that I just wanted to hold it for hours… well… you can imagine my state of mind.”

Rogers leaned back. “You mentioned you were distracted.”

I nodded. “Yep. I remember coming up for air right before the car lurched to a stop and Jessica sang out ‘we’re here, lover boy!’ Then Chrissy was pushing me up and away and I was wiping her cum off my face. She took half a second to get her clothes back in place and then the back door was opening and Jessica pulled me out. All I remember was some bushes of some kind, dark gray painted balconies, and then they escorted me to a green door.”

“Did it have a number?” Rogers asked.

“106? Or 109?” I replied. “I’m not sure. “It could have even been 166 for all I know. Like I said, I was…”

“Distracted.”

“Well wouldn’t you be?”

Rogers shifted a little. “Describe their apartment.”

I blinked. “Immaculate, at least the living room and kitchen. Everything matched. The colors, the furniture, the candles. There were lots of candles. I remember that the only thing that was in disarray was the master bath. And I remember there being some sort of weight bench by the sofa. There were beauty products everywhere.”

“What about their bedrooms?” He asked.

I snorted. “Bedroom. Place was a single. There was a king sized bed. It had white sheets on it. It was also a four poster, with big thick corners, very sturdy. At the time I didn’t even think about it. We blew through the front of the apartment like missiles. Clothing was peeled off and all I remember was my face full of boobs and then I was tumbled onto the bed.”

“On the top or the bottom?” Rogers asked.

“How the fuck is that important?”

Rogers leaned back. “Answer the question.”

“The bottom, all right? And why?”

“If you were on the top you’d have had a modicum of control. On the bottom, not so much. But you still sound as if you were willing at that point.”

“Of course I was willing! Wouldn’t you have been? Two gorgeous girls, both of them buck naked, climbing on top of me? I was rock hard and totally willing. It was almost an epiphany. Light and dark. Alpha and omega. Start and finish! They both knelt at my hips and sort of fought over who got to suck on my cock. Then they were both licking me at the same time. Do you have any clue what that feels like? They took turns sucking my fucking cock for God’s sake. I almost blew my load right then and there.”

“Why didn’t you?” Rogers asked.

I shrugged. “Not sure. Maybe I was trying to hold off for as long as possible. I’m young, but I’m not stupid. I didn’t want to get shoved out the door five minutes after being brought in. I wanted to hold off. I wanted to show these angels a good time. So I actually told them to get on me.”

“Get on you?” Rogers repeated.

“Yep. Jessica just giggled and climbed right on up, throwing one leg over my face. Her pussy was pink and sloppy and wet and she just lowered herself right on down and began grinding her crotch in my face. I did my best, but then I felt something else and realized that Chrissy had just settled in behind Jessica. My cock was buried deep inside that black pussy and in seconds everything was out of my hands. There was no way for me to hold off at that point, not with that black beauty bouncing on my shaft. Her pussy was so tight and so wet…” My words trailed off.

“So you came?” 

I jerked back to the conversation. “What? Oh. Yeah. Like a fucking geyser at that point. I would have given Old Faithful a run for the money.”

“Did she stay mounted during your orgasm?”

I nodded. “Yeah. No condom either. That’s one of the other things that worries me. Why I want tests done. God knows if she had AIDS or something.”

“So you just ejaculated up into her.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well it wasn’t like I had an option. Jessica was sitting on my face, remember? I had my arms wrapped around her thighs.”

“So what happened then?” Rogers asked.

I slumped in my seat. “They got off me.”

That surprised Rogers. “Really?”

I nodded. “Yes. And that surprised me. I was totally prepared, despite my climax, to offer oral satisfaction. Hell, I was still in the middle of licking Jessica’s pussy when she just pulled away. And I know she was aroused and wanting. She was panting, pinching her own nipples, and grinding like a dog in heat.”

“Granted, that’s odd,” Rogers said, finally showing something along the lines of curiosity.

“I have to admit that I was a little perplexed at the time. You should have seen me apologizing as they both got off the bed. I was begging them to let me satisfy them. Instead they were moving around the sides of the bed, Jessica on my left, Chrissy on my right.”

“Then what happened?”

“Jessica leaned over, her boobs like right in my face, and she ran her hand over my chest and up to my cheek. Then she kissed me, all tongue and twisting. I felt her hand run down to my crotch and she patted my limp noodle.  Then she popped up, grinned, and said ‘we’ll get little Sammy up and standing tall again.  Give me your hand lover.’  I already had my arm up and I raised my hand a little. That’s when she buckled on the leather wrist cuff.”

Rogers laughed. “Bondage gear huh?”

I nodded. “Fuck yeah.”

“And did you tell them no?”

“Of course not.”

“So you let two strange women, who you’d never met before, tie you to the bed.”

I licked my lips. “Spread-eagled.”

“Oh my. This keeps getting better and better.”

I spread my hands “Look, I’m not rich. My parents aren’t either. I’d be worthless for ransom. I have no secret bank accounts. Why would anyone target me? That kind of thing didn’t even go through my mind.”

“Still,” Rogers said. “It seems kind of risky. Two unknown women, and no one knew where you were...”

“To you maybe. But at the time all I could see was pussy. And amazing pussy at that. Jessica was offering to get me hard so they could fuck me a second time. I would have agreed to practically anything.”

“So they tied you to the bed,” Rogers prompted.

“Hand and foot. Spread-eagled. You know what that is, right? A limb drawn out to each corner? Next thing I knew my feet and hands were stretched out to the four corners of the bed. They jammed a pillow under my ass so that my crotch was the highest point of my body. Then Chrissy disappeared.”

“Disappeared? You mean she left the apartment?”

I sighed. “I’m not sure. I didn’t hear a door or anything, but she left me alone with Jessica. At the time I didn’t really pay it much mind because Jessica had gotten out a bottle of oil and sat down between my legs, one foot up at my hip. She was gorgeous and then she poured a quarter cup’s worth on my cock and started rubbing me.”

“Feel good?” Rogers asked sarcastically, but I missed it. “Hell yeah. She was amazing. Her hands were like the best thing I’d ever felt. I was hard again in about ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. But all I know was that her caress was like the smoothest Jazz you’ve ever heard. She had me rock solid and when I was ready she wiped her oily hands on her own tits, giving them a sweet glaze. Then she straddled my hips, reached down to guide me in, and impaled herself on my cock as if I were her own personal pony. Her hips ground against mine in this back and forth motion and even tied up all I wanted was to let loose. 

“Did you?” Rogers asked. “Before she did I mean.”

I blinked. “How did you know? And that was the weird part. I couldn’t figure it out. She worked me until I was raging again. I had to cum. And when I begged her to let me give her satisfaction all she did was laugh and whisper ‘that is exactly what I’m getting.’ Which made no sense to me at all.”

“So she didn’t cum.” 

I shook my head. “Nope. Just me. I exploded inside her just like I did with Chrissy not a half hour before. She rocked back and forth and after I softened she pulled away, climbed off the bed, and left me tied.”

“Where did she go?” Rogers asked.

“Bathroom. I could hear the water running. And would you believe that Chrissy came back in then?”

Rogers said nothing.

“I was tied up, exhausted, sexually satisfied on a level that even defies explanation, with two gorgeous girls hovering around me and Chrissy just comes right up, lies across the bed, and begins sucking my cock.”

“She didn’t even clean you off?” Rogers asked, a little disturbed.

I shook my head. “Nope. I was still covered in girl-goo, all from Jessica’s pussy and Chrissy is down there, sucking on my straw like it’s a strawberry smoothie. There was nothing for me to do but groan.”

“Was she wearing anything at that point?”

“Not a stitch. Well, that’s not quite true. She was wearing high heels. The same ones from earlier. White leather. Straps. And her toes were showing. They were high high heels too. At least six inches. They made her feet look fucking sexy.”

“You liked the contrast,” Rogers said with a grin.

“You can say that again,” I assured him, remembering the look of snow white straps against that girl’s dark skin.

“So why was she sucking on you? Two orgasms in an hour, even for a guy your age, is going to put you out of action for a while. What was she hoping to accomplish?”

I leaned back. “Wrong question, Officer Rogers. You should be asking what she did accomplish.”

“You’re kidding. She got you hard again?” Rogers asked, perhaps just a little impressed.

“Dude, she’d have gotten any man hard again. Thirty minutes of intense, amazing fellatio, a good looking ass, her rounded boobs and her nails tickling my balls,” I said. “I’d never felt anything like it before. It was an onslaught of fresh sensation. The look and feel of her pressing on my body, the swirl of her tongue on my cock, the scent of her arousal. Hell, even the shoes. It was so sexy. Can you blame me? Besides, I’m only eighteen. I may not be able to satisfy a dozen women, or even two or three, but give me half an hour and generally I’m ready again,” I said with brazen cockiness. Then my face fell. “Or… so I thought.”

“So Chrissy sucked you stiff again. Did she have coitus with you?”

I took another swig of the Coke. It was starting to warm up. “Coitus?” I laughed at the absurdity of calling it that. “Oh yeah. We definitely coitused. She didn’t untie me either. She worked her oral magic on my cock until I was straining at the leash, begging her to let me up so I could pound her pussy to smithereens. All I wanted was to drive my prick into that pink gash between her legs. To sink my white cock into that black pussy.” I paused. “I just want to say for the record I’m not a racist.”

Rogers laughed. “I don’t think that’s your problem,” he assured me.

“Okay then. I’m just saying “black” because it’s a description. Not a slur.”

“Yes. I get it.”

“Cause black lives matter and all that.”

The cop’s eyes narrowed. “All lives matter,” he replied darkly. Oops.

I froze. “Um. Okay. So… uh. I exploded. Right up inside her beautiful pussy again.”

“Did she cum?” Rogers asked, making another note on his pad.

I shook my head. “I don’t think so, but then I’ve heard some girls can hide it.”

He laughed. “Not in my experience, kid. Some can fake it, but even then, if you know what you’re looking for…” he trailed off. “Sorry. I’ve had my share of fenderlicker calls, so I know it can be awkward.”

“Fenderlicker?”

He sighed. “Every once in a while a woman will call the police with a spurious request for service. Neighbors are too loud. There’s a car parked in front of her house. The thing is that she requests to meet with the officer first. She knows that the odds are that she’ll get a strapping young, handsome guy in a uniform to come knocking her door. She invites him in and the next thing you know she’s wanting to suck cock and get banged.”

“Oh. I get it. Fenderlicker.”

Rogers nodded and chuckled. “Unfortunately they usually don’t look like your two body lotion models.”

“Yeah. Okay. I could see that.”

“So. You were tied to the bed. Had three orgasms. One with Jessica and two with Chrissy. All three were consensual.”

I hesitated. “Yes. At that point I was still a willing participant.”

Rogers looked at me. “So what changed.”

“Time,” I said with a rueful smile. “Ever hear the phrase ‘too much of a good thing’?”

“Tell me,” Rogers said.

“Right after I’d exploded, gasping like a landed fish with my cock buried inside the chocolate colored girl straddling me, I’d been left alone. For all of five minutes. Chrissy had moaned a bit, but then she pulled away without a word. No comments, no kisses. Just the expediency of someone who’s tasked seemed completed. It kind of surprised me, but since I was bound spread-eagled to the bed and still in the whorls of sexual euphoria, it didn’t really occur to me. I think I might have even dozed off, my limbs still stretched to the far corners of the king sized bed, the leather ankle and wrists cuffs tied with nylon rope.

“What roused me from my stupor however was Jessica coming back into the room. She’d dressed, but not in anything appropriate for a trip around the town. Now she was wearing a clinging nighty with lace panels, all done up in purple. It emphasized every curve of her body, and there was a tiny G-string around her waist that disappeared up between her legs. I remember distinctly thinking how small the patch was because it literally slid between her labia, soaked and small. She might as well been wearing a thong for all it mattered.

“She laid down next to me, her head on my right arm, using it as a pillow, her right leg draped slightly over mine, while her hand began these maddening caresses against my chest and side.

“‘You are quite the specimen, you know?’ she said to me, tickling my stomach and sliding down to my listless shaft. ‘What will it take to get you hard again?’  I laughed at that, still unaware of what was going on. I guess the word ‘specimen’ really hadn’t sunk in. Her nails lightly grazed my scrotum and I had the normal reaction any man would, tightening up. Except I was still stupidly soft.

“‘You like that?’ she whispered. ‘Jessica,’ I said. ‘I’ll be honest. I’m toast for a while. Untie me please and I’ll do some things to you that will have you screaming in desire.’ It was a manly boast, one I’m not sure I’d have actually been able to pull off, but I would have tried.

“Instead she laughed. She put her mouth on my right nipple and began sucking on my chest. It was a strange sensation for me, since it was definitely new. But it also felt good, especially since she began playing with my limp biscuit. I remember letting out a soft groan and even a protest. ‘You can’t possibly think you’re going to get me hard again,’ I said in mock protest. Her response was even more impassioned. ‘I will definitely get you hard again. You haven’t even been here three hours.’  Then her mouth came down on my cock.

“Note, I hadn’t been cleaned or showered. I’d had sex with both of them, repeatedly. And she took to my cock like a cat who hadn’t been given milk in days. She licked me. She nibbled me. She nipped me. She took me into her mouth and worked at me with her tongue. It felt amazing. And to her credit, it didn’t seem like there was any push for me to harden. She didn’t threaten me, or hurt me, or anything. She just did everything in her power to stiffen me again, which even included, at one point, sitting on my hand and letting me slip my fingers up into her pussy. It took like forty minutes but I’ve got to give that girl credit. Eventually I was hard again and Jessica straddled me, slid my cock up into her hot, wet slit, and fucked my brains out for the fourth time.”

Rogers looked at me. “I’m impressed. That’s quite a narrative. Maybe you should be writing porn scripts.”

“I’m not kidding here,” I replied. “That’s what happened.”

“Very lyrical,” Rogers assured me.

I leaned forward. “I’m trying to make you understand what it was like.”

Rogers crossed his arms. “So far all you’ve done is describe to me every man’s dream date. Well, except in a dream date they’d both have been fucking each other while they fucked you.”

I looked down. “That came later.”

Rogers’ eyebrow went up. “Oh. Yes. I’m sure. So did they just keep you tied to the bed all day? What about bathroom breaks?”

I sighed. “I didn’t ask for one until after that fourth orgasm, the one where Jessica was wearing the lingerie. After that though, I needed to stretch, get up, walk around. Use the necessary?”

“Sure. I get it,” Rogers replied.

“And that’s when it changed.”

The officer’s eyes narrowed. “They wouldn’t let you up?”

I shook my head. “No. They wouldn’t. In fact, I didn’t even get to really plead my case to Jessica. The moment I blew she was up and off me like a shot. Disappeared into the back bedroom. Then Chrissy came back carrying a tray.”

“What was on the tray?” Rogers asked.

“Water, for me. With a straw. I was thirsty. And she had two pills. They were blue. Diamond shaped.

“Viagra,” Rogers said instantly.

“I didn’t know that at the time,” I said.

“So you just swallowed them anyway? Do you use drugs on a regular basis?” Rogers asked, straightening. A very different sort of look in his eye.

I shook my head, wanting to squash that idea right away. “No. I don’t use drugs at all. Don’t like them. I figure anything that messes with my head is going to be a bad thing, so no. No drugs.”  I paused. “And I didn’t agree to take them. I didn’t even realize what was happening until she stuck her fingers in my mouth and then they were there, on my tongue and she was forcing me to drink the water.”

Rogers stared at me.  “So. Did they work?”

I nodded. “Eventually. But they don’t work like what I’ve heard about. It wasn’t like I had a rock hard erection with no effort. In any event, I was more concerned with my bladder. I explained my situation to Chrissy, who then came back with this medical hospital looking thing, set it over my cock, and held me while I pissed.”

“Into the bottle.”

“Into the bottle,” I said, just a little disconcerted.

“Then what happened?”

I leaned back. “There were a few other things on that cart. One of them was some sort of electrical device. It had these electropads. Chrissy was naked and I watched as she put one set on either side of her clit, then put one on the tip of my penis while the other went beneath my balls.”

“She shocked you?”

“Mildly,” I admitted. “Everything I got to feel she did too, and in much the same place. She sat next to me, making some rather explicit small talk about what she wanted to do to my cock.”

“Really. What did she want to do to you?”

I shrugged. “Fuck me, rub me, oil me, eat me, torture me. By that point I was starting to get hard again, which seemed pretty weird to me and I just chalked it up to being tied down in the bed of an insanely erotic pair of girls. I was just a little bit stir crazy by that point so I didn’t pay much attention to what she was saying except in a very literal sense. The girl was oozing sexual need, like she was starving. On top of that, every second or so there would be this tingle spreading from my balls all the way up my shaft. It drove me nuts. Made me rock hard again in about fifteen minutes. Must have been the same for her because her pink slit was there, just a foot or two away from my face, and I could see her labia trembling. Hell, her clit even swelled up.”

I took a deep breath, remembering. “Then, when I was hard, she moved the pad on the tip of my cock and put it at the base, so the electricity was frying my balls. It wasn’t pleasant, but it didn’t really hurt. Not at that point. Then she did the same thing Jessica had. And that she’d done twice before. She threw a leg over my body, impaled herself, and turned up the juice.”

“Wait,” Rogers said. “She actually turned up the electricity after your cock was inside her?”

I nodded. “I couldn’t feel the electricity affecting her, except from the way that her pussy tightened. It was a very different feeling, but I liked it. But I sure as hell could feel it when the jolts hit my scrotum. It felt like I was having the skin ripped off. With every bounce of her body.”

“Unpleasant, I’m sure,” Rogers said, though I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. “Did you climax like that?” He asked curiously.

“Well of course I did!” I said. That was the point. Besides, you have no idea what Chrissy looked like at that point. Her skin glistened! Her breasts were heaving. The tips were hard little bumps that I’d have paid money to fondle. She was a beast too. She was shaking and pinching her own nipples hard and just grinding down on me. And if her clit was hurting even half as much as my balls, then she must have been on the fast train to orgasm.”

“Except you came first,” Rogers observed.

I blinked. “Yeah. I don’t know what the hell happened. I felt it of course. There was no way for me not to. I cried out and just surged upward. There wasn’t much left in me to pump up into her pussy though. No thick spurts of cream. No cup of jism to splatter across her belly. She shuddered, eyes bright and then suddenly got off me with this cry of longing, as if she was so close, then lost what she needed.” I bowed my head. “The next thing I knew Chrissy was pulling the electricity pads off my scrotum and her mons. My cock had softened into a floppy piece of gelatin, about as firm as uncooked pasta.”

“Uncooked pasta is hard.”

I stared at Rogers. “Dried pasta is hard. I mean fresh pasta. You know?”

“No. I didn’t know.”

“Dude. Food Channel,” I chastised.

Rogers stared at me. “I’ll keep that in mind. So you were drugged with Viagra, tied spread-eagled to the bed, just gotten done cumming for the fifth time, having fucked Chrissy three times and Jessica twice. So what happened next?”

“Jessica. She happened next.” I sighed.  “Honestly by this point I was exhausted. It was getting late in the afternoon. I’d totally missed my one o’clock class and I’d have been back to my dorm room by this point, contemplating studying, or an early dinner or whatever. Chrissy left, carrying the tray out of the room, as well as the bottle full of pee. I started to fall asleep but then I heard a loud gasp and looked over to the door.”

“Jessica?” Rogers asked.

I nodded. “Jessica. Except she wasn’t wearing the nighty any more. That was gone. Instead she looked like one of those sexualized goth girls. Heavy makeup, eyeliner, lipstick. All that stuff. Her breasts were being held up, with the nipples exposed I might add, in some sort of bondage harness. She wore a set of ankle and wrist cuffs, the latter buckled tight behind her back. I couldn’t help but notice that this position really forced her breasts out in front of her.”

“Of course you noticed,” Rogers noted wryly.

“But the interesting thing was that she was brought in by Chrissy, who had put on some white leather boy shorts and a matching breast band. It contrasted with her skin beautifully and left her completely covered except also exposed. You’d never know that not five minutes before she’d been buck naked, riding my cock, and crying out as the electricity zapped her clit. She also happened to be carrying the electrical zapper machine though, and this time the electric pads were already in place.”

Rogers’ eyes narrowed. “Really? Where?”

“On Jessica,” I said. “Both breasts. Two separate sets of wires, two separate settings. I know because Chrissy taunted me about it.”

“She taunted you?”

I gave him a shrug. “Chrissy pushed Jessica over like she was a prisoner. She didn’t even talk to me at first. ‘Get your face down there and lick that cock!’ Chrissy said to Jessica. Then ‘you better get him hard or I’ll shock your tits until they’re burning.’ You know, things like that. It was all bluster. Or at least I thought it was until Chrissy actually started to shock Jessica. By that point I was already feeling the arousal again.”

“You’re kidding. Already? It was like, what? Ten minutes?” demanded Rogers.

I smiled. “More like twenty in all. I thought Viagra was supposed to make you hard, and for longer, but what it really does is make it more likely you’ll get an erection if you’re aroused. And trust me, this was fucking arousing. It was like one of those bondage movies you see on the internet.”

“Is that so? Do you watch a lot of porn on the internet?”

I shrugged. “Not any more than any typical eighteen year old guy who doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

“Or two,” Rogers added wryly.

My eyes narrowed. “Or two,” I said sarcastically. “But seriously, next thing I know Jessica is kneeling on the bed, her face in my crotch, licking my scrotum and taking my dick into her mouth. That’s when Chrissy got right up in my face. She put one hand on my chest, dragged her nails repeatedly across my pectoral, and then held up the device. ‘See these dials? Each one goes to a set of pads on her tits. Right now I’ve got them set on level 2.’ And she did. I could see it. There was this little LED screen and I could see when the shocks were being delivered. Then Chrissy leaned down, kissed me - another French kiss I might add - and then smiled with this look of wicked delight. ‘For every five minutes you aren’t cumming, I’m going to raise both sets of stimtabs up a level.’ Note she said ‘cumming,’ not hard.”

“Yeah,” mumbled Rogers. “I get it. They’re milking you.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Milking. It’s called milking.”

I looked at him in confusion. “Not following you here,” I admitted.

Rogers leaned back. “Look kid, there’s this whole sexual thing out there where a young buck like you get tied up by a couple of gorgeous girls. The two females then attempt to ‘milk’ as many orgasms out of the guy as conceivably possible. It usually leaves his cock looking like a raw piece of meat, and frequently they’re unable to walk.”

“Oh,” I said stupidly. “Well damn.”

“There are some guys who will pay for that sort of abuse,” Rogers assured me.

I crossed my arms. “I didn’t pay for it. And do these things last four days?”

The cop shifted in his seat. “Well, no. Not usually.”

I rolled my eyes. “And I haven’t even started to tell you what happened.”

“Well can we pick it up here? I get off in five more hours and the rate at which you’re telling this little tale makes me think we’ll be sitting here for four days.”

“You think you’re funny?” I demanded.

“I think you’re crazy. You still haven’t even described a crime. You willingly went with these girls. You willingly agreed to have sex with them. You even willingly agreed to let them tie you down.”

“But they wouldn’t let me back up!” I half-shouted.

“Hey, don’t get your knickers in a bind, but I’m pretty sure that ninety percent of the male population of this university, and that includes the faculty mind you, would have loved to switch places with you.”

I slumped down in my seat. “You might not say that if you knew what else had happened.”

“So tell me. But let’s get to the good stuff. Tell me exactly how you were raped and maybe I can do something to help you.”

I took a deep breath. “It took me maybe thirty minutes to cum again. And since Chrissy had already started poor Jessica on level two, it meant by the time I was stiff enough for Jessica to mount, the setting for both breasts were at five when she finally settled herself on my cock and impaled herself. To be honest, I was starting to get a little tender. The girls hadn’t exactly been rough with me. In fact, it had been just the opposite; oil rubs, lots of well lubricated sex, wet, warm mouths. But I was on sexual encounter number six. And it was only just about five in the afternoon. I was getting a little… raw as you so aptly put it. But I can tell you one thing; my discomfort was nothing  compared to what poor Jessica was enduring.

“I could see that at level five, she was hurting. Every time that little beat of the machine sent a jolt into her nipples you could see the pain in her eyes. Her entire body tightened up. And once I was inside her I realized I could feel the shocks affect her. She’d go rigid and it was like every other second or so. It was insanely, intensely erotic. It also didn’t help that Chrissy was right there, whispering things like ‘Oh please. Don’t cum yet. She starts screaming when we get to eight.’ I can tell you, that thought certainly made me think.”

“Did she get to eight?” Asked Rogers.

I gave him another crazy look. “Are you kidding me? Of course she did. I tried to hold off as much as I could.”

Rogers stared at me, eyes cold. “I see. You wanted her to hurt.”

I sighed. “No. No you don’t see. This was them. They were acting. Oh sure, the electricity was real, but don’t you see? They would have stopped if Jessica was really in agony or something. I’m pretty sure of that.”

“How do you know?”

“Because after Jessica was done thrashing around on my cock, screaming like a banshee, both breasts frying on level eight, and after I came, they switched.”

Officer Rogers couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “They switched?”

I nodded. “I came. Wasn’t much of an orgasm, not at that point. I probably squirted less than a quarter teaspoon of cum at that point, and I was exhausted immediately afterward. But Chrissy turned off the electrical thing and Jessica collapsed on top of me. To be honest, I loved the feel of her breasts mashed against my chest.”

“No doubt,” Rogers observed.

“But then Chrissy freed Jessica’s hands and they both left me. A few minutes later Jessica came back in with a soft cloth and bowl of warm water. She bathed me, well… my cock at least. She washed me off, used a little bit of soap, got me all clean, and then used some lotion. Took maybe fifteen minutes.”

“You said they switched,” Rogers said impatiently.

“Exactly. Because when Jessica was done, she left the room with the bowl and came back with Chrissy. Except Chrissy was naked now. Naked except for some rather intriguing metal jewelry around her neck and some sort of thin, decorative chain made of gold around her waist. Chrissy, who was now acting all demure and submissive to Jessica, was made to crawl up onto the bed. Instead of moving between my legs, Chrissy sixty-nined me, with her pink pussy right up in front of my nose. I felt her fingers take my shriveled, flaccid manhood and then her warm, wet mouth surrounded me. Do you have any idea what that feels like, especially after so much sex?”

Rogers smiled ruefully. “I wish I did.”

I sighed. “It was bliss. But it was all just a tad bit uncomfortable. My body was saying ‘hold on there guy! We’re a little punked. Give it a rest!’ but Chrissy was telling me just the opposite. And that’s when Jessica loomed into my view, just above Chrissy’s ass. She had a paddle in her hand.”

“A what?” Rogers asked, not sure he’d heard correctly.

“A paddle. Like a wooden paddle that you see schoolteachers use on the bare behinds of their female students?”

Rogers coughed delicately. “I think you’re confusing reality with internet porn.”

I waved a hand. “Whatever. It was a wooden paddle, about a foot long. And without a word of fucking warning Jessica just slammed it into Chrissy’s beautiful, chocolate ass.”

“That would concern me,” Rogers said thoughtfully.

“Damn right. I mean come on. My cock was in that girl’s mouth! What if she did something untoward? Right? I mean this was a little nuts.”

“So what did you do?” Rogers asked.

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