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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 – Bert McDaniels – Paris, Texas

“3Brian45,” my radio crackled.

“Shit,” I muttered, my hands covered in the secret sauce off my Hawaiian Burger. I grabbed a napkin to wipe my hands clean.

“3Brian45,” dispatch called again.

Hands degreased, I grabbed my handset off my patrol cruiser’s dash board, pressed the push-to-talk button, and said, “3Brian45.”

“We have a disturbance on 1203 D Street. Lewd act in public, multiple females, possibly on some narcotics, in front of Beauty in Motion dance studio.”

“10-4, I’m on it,” I answered.

“Thanks, McDaniels.”

It was turning into a wild night in the normally quiet town. Officer Snider had just taken a similar call on a Paris Transit Bus—woman masturbating in public—and now it sounded like several women were doing the same thing.

Was there some new drug on the market? These days there always seemed like some new designer drug—like spice or bath salts—on the streets causing all sorts of problems.

I wrapped my half-eaten burger in its waxy paper and shoved it into a cheap, white bag. I’d have to finish dinner after this call. Hopefully, this call wouldn’t take too long. My stomach rumbled as I started the engine of my cruiser.

I flipped the toggles on my dashboard. Blue and red lights strobed the night while the siren screeched to life. I barreled out into traffic. Cars pulled out of my way as I headed to the scene. I didn’t race—this wasn’t an emergency—so I did it safe and by the book, slowing at intersections, making sure cross traffic had stopped before darting through red lights.

In five minutes, I was nearing the scene. A crowd had formed on the sidewalk before the dance studio. A lot of people were holding cell phones, filming something happening in the middle. If there were girls masturbating, I wouldn’t be surprised.

I pulled over to the curb and alerted dispatch of my arrival. Then I climbed out of my cruiser and marched to the car. I bellowed for them to move, announcing my presence. The people melted out of my way revealing a group of women engaged in shameless, lesbian sex.

My cock hardened.

I tried to ignore the heat surging through my veins. I had to be professional. My mind automatically began preparing the report I was going to have to write: four females, three approximately eighteen or nineteen, the fourth late twenties, engaged in homosexual coitus on a public sidewalk. Suspect one, adult female, platinum blonde hair, had suspects two and three, adult females, auburn hair, possible twins, performing an oral act on her breasts, while suspect four, adult female, black hair, performed an oral act on suspect one’s rectum.

This would be the talk of the break room at the station for months.

Two men crowded in front of me. “Out of the way!” I bellowed in my commanding, cop’s voice. “You four women against the wall.”

The twin and the older adult female suspect obeyed, but suspect one turned to face me. Her eyes were somehow silver, and glowing like starlight. She looked vaguely familiar to me; I had definitely seen her somewhere. She sauntered to me, a serene look on her face.

“Dispatch, I’m going to need backup. I have four women committing a lewd act in—”

Suspect one touched my arm. I froze.

“Backup is not necessary,” she whispered, her eyes devouring my world. She spoke with this refined diction. It was so unlike how most people in this part of Texas spoke. It had a musical lilt to it, almost like she was on the verge of singing. “You have the situation in hand.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, those eyes shining so bright. They just… made sense. Why did I need backup? I radioed, “Cancel backup. Just a prank.”

“Really?” dispatch asked. “We’ve gotten a lot of calls.”

“Situation’s clear,” I answered.

“Good,” suspect one smiled.

I groaned, realizing I would do anything to make her smile. Those eyes were so beautiful and radiant. I wanted to be lost in them forever.

“Officer Bert McDaniels,” she purred, “you shall be my escort for this night. Follow me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered, my blood on fire as she turned and sauntered into the dance studio.

“Handmaidens, attend me,” she called as she yanked open the glass door and swept inside.

“Yes, my Goddess,” the older female said, her face smeared with sexual fluids. She was pretty, dressed in a dark leotard, the cloth soaked to her round tits. She possessed a lithe, dancer’s body, all flowing grace.

“We shall, my Goddess,” the two twins said, their faces mirrors of each other. One had her auburn hair braided, the other flowing loose with blonde highlights.

The three rushed inside, my dick throbbing in my slacks.

“All right, move along!” I shouted at the crowd, putting all my authority in it. “Everything’s under control!”

The watchers milled around. A few women nodded their heads, looking pleased before they marched off. The young men groaned. One on a skateboard scowled at me before rushing off, cell phone clutched in hand.

Satisfied, I followed my Goddess inside.

“My handmaiden Whitney has earned a reward for her wonderful worship,” the Goddess purred, glancing at the older female. As my Goddess turned, I studied her profile; her nose was the same as Mayor Cummins.

“You’re Darleen, my Goddess!” I blurted out.

“Her body is merely my host for this night,” my Goddess answered. “I am something far more than her. For now. You will risk much this evening, but you shall know happiness and love for the rest of your days. Now stretch out on the floor.”

Her silver eyes flared.

I obeyed without thought. I stretched out on my back on the hard, wooden floor. It felt glossy like it was regularly waxed. I shifted to get comfortable while a cold seeped through my uniform. I groaned, the equipment hanging on my gun belt was digging into my back and sides. I unbuckled it and pulled it off, setting it to the side.

I shuddered when my Goddess moved to me. She straddled my hips. I gazed up at the torn crotch of her leotard, revealing her tight and juicy pussy surrounded by wisps of light-blonde hair. I shuddered, aching to touch her.

My cock was at full mast.

“Handmaidens, free his cock.”

Whitney and the twin with her auburn hair in a French braid, knelt on either side of me. They deftly undid my pants and shoved them down, followed by my boxers. They drew out my rock-hard cock, stroking me with their warm, soft hands. Whitney smiled at me, her eyes an enchanting green.

“He is ready, Goddess,” French-Braids purred.

“Thank you, Marrisa,” Darleen purred. I couldn’t believe the mayor’s daughter was so beautiful. “Hold him upright for me.”

Marissa did, the young girl grinning.

With a skill I had never seen, Darleen fell to her knees and impaled her cunt down my cock in a single plunge. Marissa yanked her hand back as that tight, hot pussy engulfed my dick. Darleen threw her hard back, her small tits quivering, her leotard shoved down to expose them.

“My Goddess!” I gasped, in awe of not only her barely legal pussy wrapped about my dick, but her skill in landing right on target. She was amazing. My dick throbbed in her depths. I squirmed on the ground as her pussy squeezed about me. “You’re wonderful.”

“I know,”she said then rose up my shaft and swirled her hips. Her pussy stirred around my dick, teasing me. Then she sank down me again, moaning, “Yes. That is just what I needed.”

She worked her hips, sliding that hot cunt up and down my dick. I groaned as the pleasure shuddered through me. It was incredible. The best delight I had ever experienced. Her pussy teased my cock, massaging it with silky walls.

The Goddess moaned, her silvery eyes fluttering. Her platinum hair danced about her face as she whimpered. Toned thighs flexed beside me as she rode me with skill, hips dancing. Her firm tits jiggled as she slammed down me.

I wanted to touch her. To worship her.

“I want you to flood this vessel with your seed,” she moaned. “Darleen shall conceive a child this night. Perhaps you will be its father.”

“Yes, Goddess,” I moaned, picturing my sweet Goddess with a round belly, looking somehow even more sensual with her pregnancy. “Keep riding me, and that’ll happen.”

She smiled, hungry and possessive as she worked her cunt up and down my dick. “Whitney, your reward awaits. Take your pleasure from his mouth.”

“Thank you, Goddess,” moaned Whitney.

She shrugged out of her leotard, rolling the stretchy cloth down her ivory skin. Her breasts appeared small and lovely, jiggling and swaying as she peeled the tight outfit down to her hips and thighs. Her panties were blue, the crotch was soaked through with her excitement. She whipped those off, revealing her shaved pussy flushed and ready.

“Enjoy him,” the Goddess moaned as she worked her cunt up and down my dick faster.

“I shall!” Whitney’s moaned as she straddled my face.

Her sweet musk filled my nose as she lowered herself to my waiting lips. I stared at her vulva coming closer and closer, eager to eat her. I shuddered, pleasure surging through me from Darleen riding my cock. She squeezed and massaged my sensitive dick as Whitney lowered her pussy down to my mouth.

Whitney’s hot cunt settled on my mouth. Her firm rump clenched over my eyes as she shuddered. My tongue flicked out, eager to taste all her delight. Her sweet musk filled my mouth as I lapped at her silky labia, caressed her hot pussy lips.

She moaned and gasped, writhing on my hungry mouth. I’d never eaten a girl before while having a second ride my dick. It was incredible. Pleasure flowed through my body as my tongue plundered Whitney’s cunt.

“Oh, thank you, Goddess!” moaned Whitney.

“Mmm, yes, enjoy him,” purred the Goddess.

Darleen’s pussy shifted around my cock like she was leaning forward. My dick rubbed against her pussy wall, pleasure rippling through me. Then I heard smacking sound as I feasted on Whitney’s snatch. Women moaned, voices muffled.

They were kissing.

I groaned as I pictured Whitney mouth capturing Darleen’s beautiful lips. The beauty riding my face plunged her tongue deep into the Goddess’s wonderful mouth in my imaginations. I could see them in my mind’s eyes fondling each other’s small breasts, pinching nipples, squeezing pliant flesh.

The pleasure swelled in me. I groaned, thrusting my tongue deep into Whitney’s pussy. I swirled around inside of her snatch, loving every moment of licking at her twat. Her sweet cream flooded my mouth; a treat that had me hungering for more.

To make her cum.

They whimpered and moaned as they kissed. Darleen worked her cunt faster and faster up and down my dick. She teased me. Caressed me. My shaft throbbed in her silky embrace. It was such an incredible treat. I groaned into Whitney’s sweet cunt grinding on my mouth, my tongue plundering into her, stirring her up.

All the pleasure working up and down my dick, that sweet pussy massaging my cock, sent heat down my nuts. My cum grew hotter and hotter. I groaned, grabbing Whitney’s thighs, holding her tight to me as the pressure grew and grew in me.

“Damn!” I groaned, my balls coming close and closer to a frothy explosion.

“Yes!” moaned my Goddess. “I can feel your passion. You must blast your lust into my cunt! Baste me with your devotion! Let me drown in your love and worship!”

“I will!” I grunted into Whitney’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, cum in our Goddess!” whimpered Whitney, her pussy dancing on my lips.

Darleen’s hips rose and fell faster, her pussy squeezing about my cock as she worked it up and down my dick. The sensation was delicious. I couldn’t last in her pussy. Not when I was also drowning in Whitney’s sweet cunt while my Goddess’s tight twat loved my dick.

I jammed my tongue deep into Whitney as my balls tightened. The hot, wet friction massaging my cock built me towards that explosion. I grunted as my entire body tensed. I was coming closer and closer to my eruption.

“Fuck!” I growled. “My Goddess, take my worship!”

My cum fired into her depths.

Darleen moaned in passion as I erupted into her young snatch. I grunted and moaned my satisfaction into Whitney as my jizz fired out of me. Every blast sent pleasure slamming into my mind while the Goddess slid her pussy up and down my shaft.

I feasted on Darleen as the pleasure ignited fire in my mind. Stars blazed. My dick spurted a final blast of my seed into the Goddess’s cunt. She kept sliding up and down my dick and…

My cock stayed hard.

Darleen’s pussy felt like magic around me. Her silky cunt kept the life inside my shaft. My dick ached and throbbed. The tip was so sensitive from my first orgasm, making her pussy feel like heaven as she rode me.

“Shit!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, my Goddess!”

Her gasps grew louder and higher. She slammed her pussy down my dick with such force, grinding her clit into my pubic mound before she rose up again. Whitney trembled atop me, her pussy smearing hot across my flesh.

“Oh, your cum is running out of her cunt!” whimpered Whitney. “What a delicious sight to see.”

“Oh, yes!” whimpered the Goddess. “Such wonderful praise! Your seed sloshes around inside me, Officer! Oh, yes!”

She slammed down my cunt, another load somehow already brewing in my balls. My next orgasm screamed to the tip of my cock already. I was just so sensitive from cumming the first time. My dick’s crown felt supercharged by her pussy.

I groaned, moments from exploding. I buried my tongue deep into Whitney’s pussy while I grunted. I gripped her thighs, holding her tight to my face as the pleasure surged hot through me. My balls grew tighter.

“Give me your love and worship!” the Goddess moaned in her musical lilt.

Her pussy went wild about my dick.

Hot juices bathed my crotch as her pussy contracted around my dick. She felt like silky fingers massaging me. My balls spasmed. Then I grunted into Whitney’s snatch and fired another load of cum. The second orgasm sent powerful pleasure screaming through me.

It slammed into my mind, dazing me. I reeled as her hot pussy milked my cock, drawing out more and more of my cum. She shuddered on me, her thighs squeezing about my waist while her passion echoed through the room.

Then she sang out:

“The happiest days lie before you.

Love shall finally pierce your heart.

She will be by your side till the end of your days.”

Her words rang through me like I was the only person in the room my Goddess was addressing. I moaned into Whitney’s pussy, her pussy working out the last drops of cum from my balls. I groaned, my mind reeling.

I heard naughty sucking sounds as I lapped at Whitney’s cunt. Her rump clenched before me. Her hips twitched, smearing her shaved pussy across my lips. I brushed her clit with my tongue, caressing it as that naughty, sluicing sound grew.

“Oh, yes!” Whitney moaned. “Thank you for pleasuring my nipples!”

I shuddered, picturing Darleen nursing on her nipple. It was such an incredible sight to picture, the petite, barely legal girl leaning over and sucking at the more mature Whitney’s breast. Pink lips sealed about a pink nub.

Whitney’s gasps grew. Her hips writhed faster, dancing across my mouth. I kept licking her while my dick ached in the Goddess’s sloppy cunt. I groaned, my fingers massaging Whitney’s thighs as she danced on me.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she screamed.

A flood of sweet juices gushed out of her cunt and into my mouth. I gulped down the delicious cream as she moaned and gasped above me. Her ass clenched and her back arched. I savored this moment, glad she could have her reward.

“My Goddess, yes!” Whitney groaned.

Whitney gave one last shudder, then she slipped off my face. She stretched out on her back next to me, small breasts heaving. She beamed at me, her joy shining from her. Our eyes met. That smile transformed from passion to joy.

I seized her hand, feeling such a delight surging through me. My heart pounded as I stared at her, loving the hue of her eyes. The shape of her lips, and her nose, dainty and delicate. I swallowed, shocked by these feelings.

“Your reward is not finished,” Darleen purred. She rose off my still hard cock. “Marissa, Rhonda-May, attend to the officer.”

“Yes, Goddess!” the two twins chimed.

I peeled my gaze away from Whitney to watch as the twins dropped to their knees on either side of me. They grinned like a pair of mischievous cats. Together, they leaned over and licked up my pussy-soaked shaft.

I shuddered at the hot feel of their tongues caressing my dick, licking up our Goddess’s juices from my flesh. They climbed higher and higher. Then their pink tongues flicked over my sensitive, spongy crown and met at the apex.

Their lips melted together in twincest passion above my throbbing cock.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, not believing that I was watching a pair of actual twin sisters kiss.

“Hot, right?” Rhonda-May asked, breaking the kiss. Her auburn hair loose and streaked with blonde highlights. “We only recently discovered how much fun we can have together.”

“Uh-huh,” nodded Marissa. “Last night our parents had no idea how much fun we were having in our bedroom. I came so many times. It’s all the Ghost’s fault. He taught us that incest is the best.”

Ghost… That rumored Ghost of Paris who was molesting girls? He was real?

“On your knees,” Darleen ordered Whitney.

Whitney squeezed my hand as she moaned, “Yes, my Goddess.

As the twins went back to licking my clit, I watched as Whitney rolled over onto her hands and knees. The goddess stroked the pussy I just ate, caressing Whitney. Then Darleen jammed two digits into Whitney’s cunt.

“Oh, yes, my Goddess!” Whitney moaned, her voice thick with appreciation for our Goddess’s gift..

I smiled. “Enjoy.”

“I am!” she gasped, rocking as our Goddess fingered her.

I licked my lips and enjoyed the sight. It was like watching my own porn. Having a pair of twins licking my cock was just the cream in the custard.

Those two twins lapped up and down my shaft, cleaning all of Darleen’s juices of the side. Their pink tongues sent such delight through me. My balls tensed. A third load of cum brewed in them. I groaned, my dick throbbing as they lapped at me, flicking the tip.

Their tongues danced around my crown, brushing each other. It made me groan every time. They were twins. They shouldn’t be doing this to each other, but they were. It was so exciting. My heart hammered in my chest. My mouth felt so dry.

Then their lips brushed. Their tongue dueled as they kissed each other for a moment.

“Damn,” I grunted.

“Oh, yes, my Goddess,” moaned Whitney beside me, drawing my attention to her for a moment.

“You have earned this gift, handmaiden,” the Goddess said.

Our Goddess worked a third finger into Whitney’s pussy. Three digits stretched her cuntlips wide open. Her hips shook, convulsing beneath our Goddess’s assault. Juices trickled down her thighs. Her head lowered.

She rocked back and forth as the Goddess plundered those three digits in and out of her pussy. I shuddered then groaned as the twins nibbled on the spongy crown of my cock now. Their tongues flicked over it, caressing it.

“Mmm, love sharing a cock with you,” Marissa moaned between sucks.

“Uh-huh,” her twin sister said.

Whitney gasped. Our Goddess shoved her forth finger, her dainty pinky, into Whitney’s cunt. She arched her back and threw a look of wide-eyed amazement over her shoulder. I groaned at the sight of the Goddess working her four fingers in and out of that cunt.

“You’re going to stretch me apart!” whimpered Whitney. “Oh, yes!”

“I know,” our Goddess purred. “And you will love this next part.”

I watched in awe, hardly feeling those twins sucking on the tip of my cock. I witnessed the Goddess forming a fist and pressing her entire hand into Whitney’s pussy. The black-haired woman’s body convulsed as her pussy spread obscenely open, engulfing the Goddess’s fist.

“Oh, fuck!” Whitney groaned. “I’ve never been stuffed so full!”

The youthful Goddess sank her hand to the wrist in Whitney’s cunt. My dick throbbed. Then Darleen drew back her fist before she punched forward again, burying back into Whitney’s depths. I groaned, entranced by the sight of Whitney’s cuntlips gripping the Goddess’s arms.

Over and over the Goddess drove her fist into her handmaiden’s gaping hole while Whitney gasped and moaned. Whitney’s round breasts swayed beneath her. My balls grew tighter and tighter. Darleen buried her fist deep into Whitney’s cunt, abusing her and giving her such rapture.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” I groaned.

“Uh-huh,” panted one of the twins as her sister engulfed my entire cock with her mouth. My dick throbbed in that hot delight, Marrisa sucking hard. “I didn’t know a pussy stretched that wide!”

Her sister popped off my cock, and moaned, “D’oh! Babies!”

“Oh, yeah,” Rhonda May moaned.

Marissa slurped my dick back into her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed her head, working up and down my dick. My cock ached. My balls grew heavier and heavier. I kept watching the Goddess fisting Whitney.

Cream ran down my Goddess’s wrist. She punched over and over, ramming into Whitney, making her gasp and moan. Her face twisted in rapture as she rocked her hips back into the hard punches, taking the Goddess’s fist over and over.

“Oh, fuck!” Whitney moaned. “Make me cum, Goddess! Fist me hard!”

“You shall explode,” promised the Goddess.

“Marissa, I just had the wildest idea,” Rhonda May groaned.

Marissa popped her mouth off my dick again, asking, “What?”

“Let’s scissor around his dick.”

“Blue hell, that’s hot!”

Scissor?

I wrenched my gaze from Darleen fisting Whitney to watched the twin sisters. They rearranged themselves, leaning back like they were crab-walking. They thrust their legs over my body and scissored them together. They came closer and closer together until I was in heaven.

Two pussies—twin pussies—engulfed my cock in silky bliss. They were both wet and hot. Their cream soaked my shaft. Then they humped against each other. They ground and twerked, sliding their juicy cunts against me while their little titties bounced and jiggled.

“Oh, yeah!” Rhonda-May purred, sliding her cunt up to the tip of my dick. “That’s it! Hump his dick into the groove of my twat!”

“Fuck, yeah!” I groaned, pleasure surging down my shaft.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I never thought in a million years I would have twin sisters humping their cunts around my dick while a Goddess fisted another woman nearby. It was so surreal. So amazing.

My balls approached their third boil. Slippery pussy massaged up and down the length of my cock, massaging me closer and closer to an eruption. My dick throbbed every time their juicy labia brushed my crown. I felt the hard nodules of their clit, those little bumps, caressing up and down my shaft.

“Oh, yeah!” I groaned. “Keep humping, sluts!”

“We ain’t gonna stop!” Marissa gasped. “Oh, yes! Gonna cum all over your big cock, Officer!”

“We always treat the law right,” her sister moaned.

Their pussies bathed my dick in their cream. They coated me in it, lubing the way for me to hump faster and faster. My balls tightened. I groaned, on the verge of exploding. My face twisted in pleasure. I panted, my chest heaving.

They both whimpered. Their tits jiggled. Their identical faces twisted in rapture. In the background, Whitney moaned and gasped. The wet plunge of Darleen’s fist thrusting into Whitney’s cunt echoed through the air.

“So good!” whimpered Rhonda May. “Here it comes!”

“Yes!” Marissa hissed. “I’m cumming, too!”

The twin sisters gasped and shrieked together. Both their cunts squirted hot juices. They bathed my cock, greasing it so their cunts could slide even faster up and down my shaft. Their juices poured down to my balls, soaking them.

“Fuck, yes!” Whitney screamed. “Oh, yes, yes! Your fist! I’m cumming on your fist!”

As my orgasm swelled, my head swayed. I glanced at Whitney and Darleen. Pussy juices poured down the Goddess’s arm to her elbow, dripping to the floor. Whitney’s body shuddered. Cream gushed down her thighs.

“Shit!” I grunted. My balls tensed.

My breath exploded from me. My cum fountained up in the air and splattered white upon the twins’ bellies. Powerful pleasure shot through me. I shuddered, my dick twitching between their cunts as more and more jizz spurted into the air.

“Blue hells, that’s fantastic!” moaned Marissa as my cum splattered her tits.

“Oh, yes,” Rhonda-May purred, whipping up a puddle of my cum off her belly and shoving it into her mouth. “Tasty.”

The pleasure slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision as the twins’ pussies milked my dick dry. My body convulsed as the final dribbles erupted from my cock and ran down my shaft to soak into the twins’ hot cunts.

I panted as they fell away from me. The room spun around me. It was so much pleasure to have in such a short time. Then Darleen stood over me. The Goddess’s silver eyes filled my universe as she licked her hand clean of Whitney’s cream.

“Officer McDaniels, your services have been paid for,” my Goddess said. “I require your protection and transportation for the night.”

“Of course, my Goddess,” I groaned, struggling to my feet.

Whitney lay in an exhausted pile nearby

“Good. I wish the vessel I am inhabiting to forever remember my presence,” Darleen continued in her refined, musical accent. “There is a tattoo parlor on 3rd and E Street, yes?”

“Uh, yeah. Spider Monkey Tattoo and Piercing.”

My Goddess’s smiled.

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