Chapter 7

So, I had used it for good – satisfying the old and the fat, controlling the bitchy teacher, I had used it for fun, and I had tested it beyond safety. What was next? Well, the next, it turned out, was a party. No, we didn’t use it to turn a hedonistic party into an orgy; didn’t actually need to. Teenagers with a bit of alcohol are mostly randy little fuckers. There was more fuckfest activity going on than the average Storiesonline story had. But then the police turned up. Neighbours had called apparently and the killjoys-in-blue rushed to this vital, urgent crime scene; there was probably a bank robbery or two going on, but spoiling teenage fun was much more important. Two police patrol cars rolled up and four female officers disembarked. “Are you strippers?” shouted Bagsy, Germaine Bagstock, rich, stupid and obnoxious. Even I knew that dial-a-stripper don’t use real police vehicles. Bagsy tried to pull off one of the women’s shirts, bad move. He screeched as his arm nearly left its socket. Now I wasn’t about to interfere. Bagsy was not a pleasant person, he made use of his large size, football-playing status, and obnoxious friends to be a right pain. But, then the police women (female police officers? Police officers identifying and demonstrating female gender? What the fuck do we call them now?) pushed him to the floor and kicked him in the nads. That was uncalled for. I unsheathed my weapon (I mean the spray, not ‘that’ weapon), but I still hesitated. It was when they announced that they were taking in five more and “didn’t give a fuck which five of you cretins it is. We’ll plant these” they held up sachets, I assume drugs “and the judge will believe us, not you mother-fuckers.” I felt that didn’t uphold the finest standards of the boys, or girls, in blue. Jerry stepped forward to protest, he was like that; and one of them kicked him hard in the stomach and shouted “Resisting arrest!” No, war was declared. I let rip with the spray.

The law of unexpected consequences: Things happen that you don’t expect. The police got the majority of the spray, but Maria and Sophie got it too. Jerry looked at me, in pain from the kick; he knew what I had just done. He also knew that the aerosol would be breathed in in the confined space of the hall by several more girls. “Open the door, quick!” I made towards it and was stopped by the police, who thought I was making an escape. But the door was opened by others, who flooded out and ran in all directions. All that were left were two handcuffed boys, four policewomen, Maria and Sophie with the female equivalent of a hardon for me, and three other girls who were confused by their sudden attraction to me. I shrugged at Jerry and sprayed the three again. Nine females and me went into the lounge, Bagsy looked amazed at the sudden change of events. He could see through the door still.

“Ladies, I simply cannot ever fill you all up with my spunk, no matter how willing the spirit is, the flesh is not that strong. We’re going to have to work together on this. The police were already unclipping weapons and unzipping trousers. “Yes, good idea, Sophie and Maria, and you two” I pointed at two of the other girls “Help our police friends get comfortable. You. I don’t know your name?”

“Amathea.”

“Unusual, but attractive – the name I mean, you are simply attractive. Yes, how about you get yourself a little less clothed and then get me comfortable too?” she looked confused, “I mean get your kit off and then suck me off.” A look of comprehension came on her and she peeled off her clothes to pure nakedness in under a minute, unzipped me, and started sucking my dick hard. “Relax, I won’t come in her mouth, you all get a chance to taste it.

Girls, give our friends in blue a good licking, then they can rim your tight little arses. Okay?” No-one so much as batted an eye at the idea of oral sex with a policewoman or the police using their tongues for internal searches. I enjoyed the show for a while, listening to the growing cries of pleasure, then I pulled Amathea off me, and licked her to her first semi-voluntary orgasm. Semi-voluntary because nobody forced it, but it wasn’t like she would have chosen to be licked out with an audience without the aid of the pheromone.

I let each girl and each woman have a suck before selecting the large blond with massive tits and a bra in a matching blue to her uniform. On all fours, I pushed in behind and came almost immediately. Yet again, I hadn’t asked about contraception; I hoped that a woman of this voluptuousness would be on the pill at all times. I invited them all to turn me on by peeing in the punchbowl in the kitchen, we all trooped in and they did it with smiles and giggles. Then we took a punch glass and told Bagsy that he should drink a glass of the new punch if he wanted to get free.

He took a sip, realised what it was, and refused. “Up to you, you cunt-bastard, drink our piss or go to jail.” said Sophie, I was pleased that he was as generally disliked by everybody. He looked at the police, who were dressing and laughing, and agreeing. One told him that if he didn’t drink up by the time they were dressed, they’d take him down town, stopping on the way for football with his body. He guzzled it down, and we made him drink another for hesitating about the first; and then another because Jerry shouldn’t have to. Then the two were freed. The police left, happy that that the party had been stopped and they had enjoyed their sex. Bagsy left too, he tried to make us promise not to tell that he had drunk piss, but we said we’d think about it. If anything else became public knowledge, then so would his escapade.