﻿Mad Monday AU

by Pan



Published: 2022-01-01
Updated: 2023-03-25
Packaged: 2024-02-16 22:35:39
Chapters: 3
Words: 20,332
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/MadMondayAU/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: A series of non-canonical stories taking place inside/instead of the events of Mad Monday.
Erotica Tags: in, mc, mf





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Beach Joy

Last-Minute Shenanigans

Fuck the Police



	Beach Joy

These are non-canonical short stories set in the world of [Mad Monday](https://mcstories.com/MadMondayAU/../MadMonday/index.html), requested by my patrons. Fanfiction meets fanservice, basically. None of these tales “happened” within the main story, and each are completely independent, with no effect on each other.

They’re just for fun. Enjoy ;)

It had been a simple plan.

Mary had been in her daughter’s body for almost two weeks, and they’d already made so much progress. At the start of the experiment, Belle had been a surly, uncooperative teen; thirteen days of seeing through her mother’s eyes (literally!) had transformed her.

She no longer saw her parents as nothing but obstacles. In just two weeks, she’d made huge strides in developing empathy for how they felt about her and understanding how hard it was for them to watch her self-destruct.

Seeing her own body from the outside had—as Mary had hoped—her truly realize her own attractiveness. It had boosted her self-esteem, of course, but just as importantly: she now understood the effect that her clothing choices had on others.

Before the swap, she’d been the typical teenager, complaining that she should be allowed to wear whatever she wanted, that it didn’t matter. But after Mary had dressed her eighteen-year old daughter’s body in a crop top and denim cut-offs, flaunting her smooth skin for a pair of visiting police officers, Belle had finally seen what it looked like. She’d witnessed the effect that wearing next to nothing had on those around her.

She understood that it didn’t matter how cool, or hip, or trendy, or attractive it was—the end was result was still that she looked like a slut.

Leaps and bounds. They’d done so much in so little time, taught their daughter so many lessons…but Mary wasn’t done yet.

With just under twenty-four hours left before they’d switch back, Belle’s mother was determined to teach her one more lesson. The sight of Belle’s body being shown off for older man had been so impactful...

This was going to be something that the teenage girl would never forget.

Nor, Mary thought with a thrill, would she.

When she’d initiated the body swap, it had been with the purest of intentions. She’d only done it so that Belle could get a much-needed wake-up call, be scared off the path she was headed down.

But the middle-aged woman had learned a few lessons of her own.

She hadn’t expected Belle’s hormones to hit her as hard as they had. Her daughter’s teenage body felt like it was constantly aflame with need. Desire. The chemical makeup of a pubescent girl was powerful enough, but combined with Mary’s memories.

When Belle felt aroused, it was in the abstract, a general yearning. She desired to be touched, kissed, fondled...but Mary’s daughter was a virgin. She didn’t know what it was to be fucked so hard that you forgot your own name.

Mary did. She’d enjoyed decades of a great sex life with her husband. And so when the temptations had arisen, she’d been able to resist.

With Belle’s body and her own sexual skills, Mary knew that she could have seduced any guy in school. Any of the teachers, too. She could have had all of them, any of them, spent her two weeks in her daughter’s body surrounded by cock, being tasted and touched and fucked to orgasm after glorious orgasm...

But she’d resisted. She had a husband. She loved her husband. Belle needed to remain faithful.

And so instead of the sweaty teenage cocks she was surrounded by all day, she’d taken out her frustration on Andrew.

Sweet, loving Andrew. He’d been so uncomfortable at first, so reluctant to do anything with his daughter. But she’d been been quite…insistent.

Mary had used every weapon in her arsenal, wearing her husband down until he’d finally agreed to kiss her, to get her off, and eventually to fuck her, to pound their teenage daughter’s pussy until she came and came and came again. Until his daughter’s body was covered in his cum, filled with it, until it leaked from her pussy, and her every muscle ached with satisfaction.

Belle, in her mother’s body, had no idea. As far as she was concerned, a different version of her was still steering her body. She thought she was watching her true self, making all the poor choices she was making before the swap.

Now, with less than twenty-four hours to go, it was time for her to witness one more poor choice.

The family were at the beach. Mary (in her daughter’s body) had been “convinced” to cover a revealing bikini with an almost equally revealing white top and pair of shorts. Belle (in her mother’s body) was with Andrew, exploring the beach, watching their son.

Mary was going to get her daughter’s body into trouble. Get into trouble, get caught, and in the process, deliver a final lesson about appropriate behavior.

She couldn’t wait.

Despite all the temptations, Mary had been completely faithful for the past two weeks. Many guys had made a pass at her, and aside from giving out her daughter’s number in a moment of weakness, Mary had resisted them all.

But for this part of the plan, she didn’t have to resist. For just a few minutes, she could give into her forbidden desires, feel the touch of another, tease someone who wasn’t her husband....and let them enjoy her daughter’s body, if only for a moment.

It was so wrong, but she was allowed to do it. No; she had to do it.

For her daughter.

As soon as Mary steered Belle’s body around the corner, she knew she’d found the perfect prey. A group of four teenage boys, sitting on the most secluded part of the beach. A sultry smile crossed her face at the sight of them, and she swayed towards them, doing nothing to hide her daughter’s natural beauty.

They all looked up in surprise when they saw the teenage girl approaching. Their eyes scanned her body, making her feel warm. Each of them did a double take at the sight of the teenager’s curves, her long legs encased in the tiny shorts, her breasts barely contained by the skimpy top.

Mary was quite beautiful, but in her daughter’s body she felt like a goddess walking among mortals, a queen of sex. The teenagers stared unabashedly as the teenager approached, their mouths falling open in shock.

She paused, letting the effect sink in, a blush crossing her face as she approached the young men. For the first time in the two weeks she’d inhabited her daughter’s body, her wants lined up perfectly with the plan.

Mary wanted to be wanted. She wanted to flirt, to tease, to turn the group of men on until they couldn’t resist her. And now, like a beast left off the chain, she didn’t have to hold back. She could use her daughter’s body to its full potential, combining it with her mature knowledge of sexual mores.

Licking her lips, she waited for the teenage boys’ eyes to adjust to the sight of Belle’s exposed body. When their eyes eventually moved to her face, they were met with a sultry smile.

“Hey boys,” she said, pouting slightly. “You like what you see?”

The four teenage boys glanced away, trying to act nonchalant. All of them were blushing furiously, and Mary could see four erections tenting their shorts.

She tried not to drool at the sight.

“I don’t mind,” she said, running one hand up her daughter’s side. She shivered at the touch; her daughter’s body was so responsive, so eager. Spending two weeks in it had been like a holiday at a sex resort, like an adult vacation she never wanted to end.

The middle-aged woman knew that she couldn’t let herself get carried away. But if the plan was going to work, she needed to be in a compromising position with one or more of these boys before her husband and her body came around the corner.

She had to act fast.

“In fact,” she said, dropping each word like she was making a trail of Reese’s Pieces, “why don’t I make it a little easier for you?”

The boys froze as the teenage girl began to strip, her hands pulling up the white top, exposing the revealing bikini top to the four boys. She met their looks of lust with one of her own, revelling in the attention Belle’s body was getting.

“Is that better?” she asked, her voice dripping with arousal. The four boys were torn between staring at the inviting female flesh and looking at each other in disbelief. Belle even saw one of them looking around, as if worried they were on some kind of prank show.

_Divide and conquer_ , she told herself, and picked a boy to focus on.

The tallest of the four looked like he was just under six feet. He had a lean build with short, dark hair and light brown eyes. He was wearing a pair of baggy shorts—comfort over attractiveness—along with a plain T shirt.

“What’s your name?” she purred, and it took a few moments for him to even process the question.

“Uh...Adam, ma’am.” His voice was a high squeak, as though the presence of the woman in front of him had sent him back through puberty.

“A palindrome,” Mary replied, shooting him her daughter’s most dazzling smile. “Well, almost.”

Adam’s blank stare told her that he didn’t get it.

“Adam,” she said, giving up on subtlety. “Do you like my body? Do you think it’s beautiful?”

He stared at her with a mixture of awe and fear. “Yes, ma’am. Yes, I do.”

“Then how would you like to touch it?”

Adam’s eyes widened as Mary, instead of waiting for an answer, leaned forward and kissed the startled teenager. It only took a few seconds for his brain to catch up with his body, and he began kissing her back.

“Oh, God, yes,” Mary moaned as Adam’s tongue slid between Belle’s parted lips. Her daughter’s body trembled as the teenage boy groaned with need, enjoying the feeling of her breasts against his chest, her mouth pressed firmly against his.

This was what she’d wanted for days. Sexual contact with her husband had scratched the itch, but this, _this_ was what she needed. The feeling of someone new, the thrill of young lust.

She another guy touching her, fucking her, making her come over and over again. She could feel the admiring gaze of the three other teenagers, watching her, watching her skin flush with lust and her body respond.

She loved it.

She broke off the kiss after a minute, smiling wickedly. “I feel like these shorts are just getting in the way, don’t you?”

Adam nodded dumbly, and the four boys watched as Mary reached down to unzip her daughter’s jean shorts. They all stared with lust when she pulled them down, revealing Belle’s bikini bottoms—far too revealing for a respectable young woman to wear to the beach.

Mary felt their eyes moving over Belle’s body, and grew warmer at the attention. At any moment, her husband and daughter (in her own body) would catch her, and she wanted to make sure that she was in the most compromising position possible when they did.

“Now,” she asked, her blue eyes wide and innocent. “Where were we?”

Adam was more than happy to continue where they’d left off, and Mary was delighted to let him. Her daughter’s body was so eager, her muscles responding to every touch. Every moan, every gasp of pleasure made it clear that she was enjoying herself immensely.

It didn’t take long for Adam to gain enough courage to go further, his hands beginning to roam over Belle’s bikini-clad body. Mary gasped at his boldness as she let him explore her daughter’s stomach and her hips, even letting his knuckles brush up against the huge breasts.

A wicked thought entered Belle’s mind and she pulled away from the kiss to address the entranced audience.

“You can touch as well,” she said coquettishly. “I mean, if you’d like...”

Mary had known she was enjoying the attention of one horny teenage boy, but she couldn’t believe how good it felt when the others reached out and joined in. She moaned as the boys began exploring her daughter’s body; they were tentative, at first, but it wasn’t long before they built up the confidence to run their hands over Belle’s ass and squeeze her tits through the thin material as Adam kissed her.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the sight that would greet her husband and daughter when they turned the corner; Belle, wearing nothing but a bikini, allowing four strangers to fondle her on a beach where anyone could see. She returned Adam’s kiss with passion.

Mary felt as if her daughter’s entire body was buzzing with electricity. Belle’s heart was pounding, her breathing ragged, and she was soaking wet with arousal. The exhibitionism, the knowledge that any moment she was going to get caught, and above all, the sheer _sluttiness_ of what she was doing…she’d never been so turned on.

A long moan left the teenage girl’s mouth as the boys groped her. Mary was in heaven, and—knowing that Andrew and Belle would turn the corner any moment—decided to completely let go, allow herself to enjoy the moment. That night, she’d be back in her original body; this was her last time to enjoy the free-spiritedness of being a teenage girl, and she wanted to make the most of it.

Her daughter’s body shuddered, and Mary pulled away from the kiss to see the four teenagers staring at her with hungry looks on their faces.

“Do you like me?” she whispered. “Do you think I’m beautiful?”

Adam was the first to respond, leaning forward and planting a kiss on her lips. “God, yes. You’re amazing.”

Belle’s body flushed with excitement.

Another of the boys—Mary realized she didn’t even know their names—was the next to speak. He ran a hand up her exposed side, resting it on her neck. “You’re so hot,” he breathed.

The shortest of the teenagers smiled and leaned in close, pressing his chest against her breasts. His eyes never left hers as he spoke.

“You’ve got such big boobs. And a great body.”

She giggled, then kissed him for the compliment. Mary hadn’t kisssed anyone but her husband in two decades; now, in the course of twenty minutes, her lips had met those of two strangers.

Why did that turn her on?

The final boy didn’t say anything. His fingers slid across her stomach, around her back, and Belle’s breath caught as she felt him undo her bikini top.

“Naughty,” she murmured, but made no move to stop him. If she as caught topless on a public beach, that would surely teach her daughter a lesson about responsibility.

All four boys gasped as Belle’s enormous tits spilled out of the tiny triangle of fabric, jiggling as they settled. The teenage girl’s breasts were huge, hanging heavy and firm in the warm summer air, the pink nipples pointing straight up, begging to be touched. Mary could feel her daughter’s nipples harden at the feeling of the four teenage boys’ eyes on her breasts.

“Oh, God,” one of them moaned, and Belle’s body flushed with pleasure at the compliment. They interpreted her long, shuddering sigh as permission; almost immediately, Mary felt four grasping hands roaming across her daughter’s exposed tis.

She sighed, enjoying the sensation as they squeezed and pinched Belle’s massive mounds of flesh. Adam began kissing her again, his hands moving to squeeze her ass, occasionally pulling away so that the others could take a turn.

Mary felt like her daughter’s body was on fire. Belle’s bikini bottoms were still on, but she was otherwise naked, her mouth being passed around between four teenage boys as their hands explored every inch of her body.

It didn’t take long for the teenagers to get bolder. Hands grabbing her ass turned into fingers making their way under her bikini bottom, enjoying the heat of her cunt, the feeling of her wetness, gently stroking her cleanly-shaven pussy lips.

She moaned as one of the boys rolled Belle’s nipple in his palm as it stood proud from her large areola. Combined with one of the teens finally—finally!—finding her aching clit, it was too much; Mary gasped as her daughter’s body reacted, arching against the boy’s touch and grinding her wet pussy into his hand as she came.

The boys didn’t stop; possibly not recognizing her impending orgasm, maybe not just caring. Even as she climaxed, Belle was being kissed, tongues dancing while the other boys ran their hands across every inch of her they could reach, their lips pressed to her cheeks and neck. Mary could feel the wetness of her daughter’s juices running down the inside of her thighs as she was pleasured by all of these boys.

She moaned as her body shook with pleasure, her head spinning. Belle’s tits were being fondled and groped, and Mary was coming harder than ever before, experiencing the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt in her life—in her daughter’s body!

The teenage girl’s entire frame was wracked with pleasure; she couldn’t think of anything except how good it felt, how wonderful the boys’ touches were. Her body trembled, her muscles clenching as her orgasm took over her entire being.

As Mary came down from the long climax, she realized that she wanted to return the favor. All thoughts of her husband and daughter were gone from her mind; the only thing on her mind was bringing pleasure to the boys who had brought her so much.

For two weeks she’d repressed these feelings, focusing her lust entirely on her husband, trying desperately to resist the advances of everyone else who offered. Now, it was like the floodgates were open.

Belle was a sexual goddess, and her mother was going to put that perfect body to good use.

“My turn,” she growled, pulling back from the kiss. Adam’s eyes widened as he realized what she meant.

“Oh, god,” he breathed, and Mary smiled, reaching out and taking hold of his hard cock in her daughter’s hand. He was already rock hard, the teenager’s arousal obvious even through his shorts.

“Tell me I’m beautiful,” she ordered breathily. “Tell me you like my body.”

Adam’s face flushed red as she squeezed him, and Mary felt the pounding of Belle’s heart as she leaned forward to kiss him. Their lips met hungrily, their bodies pressing together as they kissed, the other teenagers continuing to explore her exposed skin.

She broke off the kiss after a minute or two, grinning wickedly. “You’re so hot,” she said, her voice ragged.

“I... I...” Adam stammered, looking down at the gorgeous teenager holding his erection in her soft fingers. He looked up, meeting her gaze, and saw the hunger there. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled for words.

“Tell me I’m sexy,” Mary pleaded. “Tell me I’m the hottest you’ve ever seen.”

“God, yes!” Adam gasped. “You’re incredible. You’re the...fuckin’....sexiest person I’ve ever met.”

“Right answer,” she replied with a soft groan, then leaned forward to plant another passionate kiss on his lips. Mary used her daughter’s hand to reach inside his shorts, stroking his hard, young cock as she kissed him. Adam groaned as his hips thrust upwards, wanting more of this forbidden sex as her tongue slid between his lips and into his mouth.

The other boys watched, their faces flush with desire.

“You’re so hot,” one of them added, unprompted, and soon the others joined in, complimenting the barely-clothed teenage girl as she jerked their friend off.

“You’re fucking amazing,” the shortest boy whispered, leaning in to run his hands across her stomach, squeezing her breasts as she continued to stroke Adam’s cock.

Mary moaned softly at the attention, continuing to stroke Adam’s dick. She watched in awe as her daughter’s fingers slid across its length, feeling the precum oozing from the tip. As the four boys fondled her body and buried her in compliments, Belle’s pussy was dripping wet; there was something so decadently egotistical about being touched by a group of men while as they showered you in praise.

It didn’t take long for Adam to cum, his body shaking as he shot his load into Belle’s hand. Mary gasped. She could feel hands on Belle’s ass and thighs, a mouth moving across the tops of her tits. She was completely lost in the moment, letting herself be pleasured by these strangers as she let her body respond to the situation.

She didn’t object as they undid her bikini bottom, exposing her wetness. Two of them lowered their trousers, and the smell of dick suddenly filled the air.

“Fuck,” said the only boy still wearing pants, his eyes wide with lust. “Your tits are so huge.”

“You’re so good with your hands,” Adam added.

“And you’re so fuckin’ hot,” a third boy chimed in. “Fuck! I’m so fucking hard…”

“I’m sorry,” Mary laughed breathily as she felt two of the boys move their mouths to Belle’s nipples. “Maybe I can help with that..”

No one seemed to mind as the teenage girl pushed them away, sinking to her knees in front of the two hard cocks. She was naked on the beach, her perfect body exposed for all to see.

“Oh,” she breathed as she took hold of the first cock, running her hand up and down its shaft. “This is nice. So big.”

“God,” said Adam as he watched her wrap both hands around the base of his friend’s erection and begin to slowly stroke. “You’re such a slut...”

He froze as soon as the words left his mouth, but Belle didn’t seem to mind. Her entire focus was on the dick in her hands, as she slowly leaned forward to take it between her lips.

“So good,” she murmured, her voice muffled as she sucked him into her throat, her nose pressed against the pubic hair above it.

Belle’s body trembled as Mary used it to suck the teen off. His cock felt so good, and as she sucked him, she moved a hand over the other boy’s hardening member, marveling at just how big it was.

“Mmmm, yesss,” she sighed as she bobbed her head, trying to get every inch of his cock in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck yeah!”

The teenager groaned as Belle’s tongue flicked across the tip of his dick, sending shivers through his body. He’d never met someone like her before; part of him still wondered if this was some kind of elaborate prank.

Mary was in heaven, on her knees on the sandy beach, using her daughter’s hands to jerk one teen off, her mouth to suck on another, being watched and complimented and groped all the while. She loved the attention from the four teenagers; she couldn’t remember ever feeling so desired, or wanted. It was intoxicating, and she wasn’t going to stop until she had all of them.

All of them.

It wasn’t long before Adam was hard again, and he lowered his sticky shorts, giving the naked teenage girl access to his cock once more. The only one on the beach still fully clothed was the shortest of the four, who stood watching Mary (in Belle’s body) suck off one of his friends while she jerked off the two others.

“You’re so fucking hot,” the teenage boy groaned as she sucked his dick. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”

Mary moaned softly as his cock slid in her daughter’s mouth, feeling the warmth of saliva coating her tongue as she continued to jerk the two teens. She still didn’t know their names. Her body was on fire with lust and arousal; her pussy was dripping wet and begging for attention, her nipples aching as they stood out from her large breasts.

“That feels so good,” the second teen groaned, and Mary could tell he was getting close to orgasm. She thrust Belle’s shoulders back and aimed his cock at her ample chest, giving him a sizeable target to cum on.

“Oh, god, yes, yes, yes,” he gasped, and she smiled as she felt his cock twitch in her hand. In just a few moments he was cumming, spraying her tits with line after line of white goo. Belle shuddered with pleasure at the physical manifestation of his lust for her. The wanton look on her face was enough to set the other boy off, and soon he was cumming too, filling her mouth with his seed.

“Fuck,” he moaned as Mary swallowed it down eagerly. “Fuck, that was so good.”

“I know,” she breathed, smiling at Adam’s dick in front of her. She looked up, meeting the gaze of the boy still wearing pants. “Would you like a turn?”

He blushed, and Belle’s lustful eyes glanced down at the erection tenting his pants.

“I’m hungry,” she purred, and he nodded without a word, lowering his shorts to reveal an even bigger cock than the ones she was already handling.

The teenager’s eyes widened as Belle took him in her hands, stroking his length as she moved her mouth to Adam’s erection. The fourth cock was larger than any of the others; thicker, too, and it made her mouth water.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Adam whispered as she took him in her mouth. “Fuck, I can’t believe how big your tits are.”

She groaned in approval, but her attention was almost entirely on the new erection in her hands. Every part of her body ached with a desire to please it. She wanted to stroke it. Taste it.

She wanted to feel it inside her.

Mary twitched in in pleasure at the idea of it. Taking the cock inside her wet, aching pussy. Being fucked by someone new, using Belle’s pussy to pleasure this gargantuan erection. She couldn’t imagine anything sexier.

“Mmm, oh fuck, yeah,” Adam groaned as she sucked him. “So hot. So good. Fuck...”

His words trailed off into a moan, and his hips bucked upwards as he came, shooting his load deep in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Mary sighed, swallowing the teen’s cum, relishing the taste of his semen as she continued to jack the other boy off. His pisshole winked at her, and the sight of the other two cocks hardening pushed her off the edge.

“I need to feel you inside me,” she moaned, laying back on the sand. “Please. Fuck me. I need to feel you fuck me.”

The huge-dicked boy gawked at her words, but it didn’t take him long to take the horny teenager up her offer. Within moments, he’d positioned his huge erection at her entrance. Despite his size, Belle was so wet that he barely felt any resistance as he slowly began to push forward.

“Oh, god,” Mary gasped, arching her daughter’s back and pushing herself downwards onto his cock. The teen grunted loudly as he impaled her, groaning as he began to fill her .

He was so fucking thick; thicker than her husband, the only other cock she’d ever taken. Or that Belle had ever taken. She could only get about half of his cock inside her daughter before she felt so full that she couldn’t breathe.

The other boys were watching as the monster cock slowly fucked her, and Mary felt like her entire world was cock. Surrounding her, filling her, everywhere she looked, even the taste of cum still in her mouth...

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Use me. Dominate me with your cock. I want it. I need it. Please...”

As he slowly slid into her again, she felt a familiar tingle run through her body. It was the same sensation she got when her husband fucked her; an intense feeling of being filled, and completely owned. She was so wet, her pussy dripping with arousal as she watched the teen with his enormous cock pound away at her.

“Oh, god,” she gasped, moaning softly as he pumped his cock in and out of her. “Fuck! You’re so big! Fuck me. Fill my cunt. Use it. Own it.”

“I’m going to cum,” he gasped. “Oh my god, I’m going to cum...”

“Yes, yes, give it to me!”

He groaned, and Mary moaned in response, pulling her daughter’s legs up so that they wrapped around his waist. He thrust harder, slamming into her, and she cried out as the first blast of jizz splattered against her cervix, filling her womb with his seed.

The teenager kept pumping her, driving his cock in and out as he shot his load. She was a mess of cum, her pussy drenched and leaking down her thighs, her breasts covered in the sticky fluid.

She lay there for several minutes afterwards, breathing heavily, her eyes closed as she savored every last drop of the teen’s spunk. When she opened them again, she was met with the sight of three teenage cocks staring at her.

“Oh, god,” she groaned, Belle’s voice low with need as she stared up at the three teens. “You like what you see?”

They all nodded eagerly, and she smiled, her body wracked with pleasure from the massive orgasm she’d just had. She was so wet, it seemed as if her pussy might never stop soaking.

Mary shuddered as the enormous cock slid out of her daughter, leaving her empty, and she moaned in disappointment.

“That’s not enough,” she groaned, reaching out for the other cocks facing her. “Don’t worry, though. I’ll take care of each of you. Now, come here...”

She sat up, and the three teenaged cocks watched in anticipation as Belle’s curvy, needy body got to her knees. She crawled towards them, taking the teen’s cock in her hands, guiding it to her waiting mouth.

“Oh, god, yes, please,” the boy groaned as she took him in her mouth, sucking eagerly.

Mary grinned and wiggled her daughter’s ass invitingly, offering her cum-soaked pussy to the other boys. Adam was the first to take advantage of the offer, slowly sinking into her as she prepared to make him cum for the third time that day.

He felt good; not as large as the previous cock had been, but still enough to satisfy her needs. His hips ground into hers, and she moaned, the sound echoing across the beach.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her back as she took him deep inside her. “So fucking tight.”

“Mmm, yesss,” she sighed, grinding her pussy onto his cock as she stroked the other two. “Take me. Fuck me. I need it. All of it.”

When Mary opened Belle’s eyes, the enormous cock which had just fucked her senseless was staring back at her. Her eyes lit up in excitement.

“What’s your name?” Mary asked, as she wrapped her daughter’s hand around its base and took it into Belle’s mouth. She could taste her daughter’s juices on the huge rod, and it stretched her mouth out to take it.

“Marco,” he said, grabbing her hair and beginning to fuck her mouth.

Marco.

Marco’s cock was slightly too large to suck on comfortably, but Mary didn’t care; she swallowed him down greedily, moaning as she felt her daughter’s lips stretch around the giant cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting into her throat as she continued to stroke his shaft. “I’m gonna fucking fill your stomach.”

“Yummy,” she moaned around his cock, and Marco laughed as she began bobbing her head up and down.

The other two boys were jerking off as she choked on Marco’s cock, while Adam gripped her hips and fucked her from behind. She could have done this all day, getting the boys hard and then getting them off, again and again and again until the sun came down.

She needed it; she craved the attention of these four horny teens, and they seemed to know it. Marco reached forward, groping her tits, rubbing her nipples as she sucked him.

It wasn’t long before Mary could feel the cock in Belle’s throat throbbing, and knew Marco was close to cumming. She pulled it out of her sore mouth, ignoring his disappointed moan.

“Cum on my face,” she begged. “Please. I want to—oh, _fuck_ —I want to feel your seed coating my face. I want to see you cum, wear it as a mask. Please, Marco, I...I...need it.“

He groaned in frustration, but nodded.

Belle didn’t have to wait long. Soon, Marco’s cock was swelling up once more, and he grunted as the first blast of jizz splattered against her cheek. She licked it off, savoring the taste as she watched the next shot land on her forehead.

She smiled as the third and fourth blasts hit her cheeks and chin. The fifth landed in her mouth, and she moaned, her tongue licking at it eagerly.

“Oh fuck,” Marco groaned as he pumped load after load of cum into her waiting mouth. “That’s so hot...”

The sight of Marco cumming onto Belle’s face and the teenage slut eagerly eating it down was enough to set off the other two boys. Belle squealed with excitement as they also began coating her body with cum. She reveled in the feeling of their hot discharge landing on her bare skin, as Adam continued to fuck her from behind.

Belle’s pussy burned with desire, and Mary buried her daughter’s face in the sand, reaching behind her to spread her ass cheeks for Adam’s viewing pleasure. Her breasts brushed against the beach, and her ass was high and tight, inviting them.

Everything about the situation was so hot, and she could feel another orgasm incoming, as the sand of the beach mixed with the boy’s cum and her daughter’s sweat. Soon, Mary was moaning softly as Belle’s pussy spasmed, her clit throbbing, building up to what promised to be her biggest orgasm yet.

“You’re amazing,” Marco gasped, his breathing ragged, his cock thickening in front of her. “So fucking sexy.”

“I’m going to cum,” Adam pantingly announced. “I’m going to cum inside you.”

“Do it,” Mary urged. “I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to...I want to...oh!”

Just as she could feel her orgasm begin to hi, she saw it.

Andrew. Her husband. And, in her body, Belle. Her teenage daughter.

Her family.

She’d completely forgotten that she was waiting for them, but they’d arrived just in time to witness her be fucked to orgasm, the seed of strangers dripping off every part of her body, a huge cock pointing straight at her hungry, cum-coated face.

“No!” she gasped. “No! I...”

But it was too late.

Adam grabbed Belle’s waist and began furiously thrusting, letting out a long moan and pumping his shaft deep into her as he slammed himself home. Mary cried out as she felt him fill her daughter up, triggering her own orgasm.

Belle uncontrollably came, naked on the beach, full of teenage cock, covered in the cum of four strangers. Her entire body tensed with pleasure as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy, her toes curling in the sand.

“Oh, fuck,” Adam groaned as he emptied his cock into her womb, shooting a final, massive load which filled her up.

When it was done, Mary collapsed, her daughter’s face still pressed against the wet sand. She felt Adam slide out of her, and she looked over at her husband, who stood there, staring back.

“Hey, Daddy,” she said with a sheepish grin, sticking to the script. He looked horrified—rightfully—but it was the expression on her own body’s face that she knew she’d never be able to forget.

Horror. Disgust. Utter humiliation and betrayal. Belle, in her mother’s body, looked like she was going to burst into tears. Like she couldn’t believe what she’d just seen her own body do. Like she’d just seen what a complete and utter slut she’d be if she let herself go.

This would certainly be a lesson that her daughter would never forget.

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	Last-Minute Shenanigans

These are non-canonical short stories set in the world of [Mad Monday](https://mcstories.com/MadMondayAU/../MadMonday/index.html), requested by my patrons. Fanfiction meets fanservice, basically. None of these tales “happened” within the main story, and each are completely independent, with no effect on each other.

They’re just for fun. Enjoy ;)

This was it. The final night.

On one hand, I was relieved. Excited, even. The nightmare of the last two weeks would finally be over—my wife would be in my wife’s body, my daughter in my daughter’s. Everything would be back to normal.

But would anything ever be normal again?

Since the morning my wife (in my daughter’s body) had come into my bedroom to tell me what she’d done, it had undeniably been a nightmare. I couldn’t remember a time in my life that I’d ever been so stressed, so constantly on edge.

But as the fourteen days had passed, the nightmare had slowly begun morphing into a wet dream. The whole experience had been confusing, exhausting, erotic, completely mind-melting.

I’d just stripped my daughter’s body naked and fucked her over the hood of my car. I’d ripped the revealing bikini off, exposing Belle’s perfect form, and made love to her, not caring if anyone caught us.

Had a policeman been cruising by with its lights off, it would undoubtedly have caught us in the act. My pants literally around my ankles, my dick deep into my daughter’s naked, pulsing body.

No part of this felt real. No part of this should’ve happened.

But it had.

I felt like I understood, at least a little, what my wife had been going through for the past two weeks. The hormones racing through her body, the desperation that consumed her. The constant, unrelenting need to _fuck_.

Despite the fact it had been decades since I was a teenager, I knew how she felt. It was as though her lust-madness was contagious; if you’d asked me three weeks ago if I’d ever fuck _anyone_ in public, I would have found the question amusing.

I certainly wouldn’t ever have suspected that the answer was not only yes, but that it would be my own daughter’s body that my cock was deep inside.

Or that it had been the most rewarding sexual experience of my life.

The fact that it was my wife’s mind inside Belle’s body was the only thing keeping me sane. Our daughter would never know what had happened, what her body had been through. What we’d done to it.

What I’d done to it. Her own father.

I’d taken her every hole. My cum had hit every part of her skin. I’d taken possession of my daughter’s body—not literally, as her mother had, but sexually.

I owned her. Every part.

It was exhilarating. Erotic. And, at the same time, the most awful thing I’d ever experienced.

And now, at long last, the nightmare was coming to an end. When we woke up the next morning, everything would be back to normal.

We’d done the right thing. Not by taking Belle’s body—that, I knew, was unforgiveable—but by doing the switch in the first place. Belle had matured. We’d uncovered the beautiful girl that we made so many years ago, the one buried by teenage rebellion and lust.

She’d never know. That was the thought I hung onto. She’d never, ever know what we’d done for her.

As we pulled into our driveway, I glanced around, and leaned over to give my wife (in my daughter’s body) a kiss.

“I guess this is it,” I said with a half-smile.

“I guess so,” Mary replied sadly, her eyes darting down to my crotch.

Oh, no.

“Honey,” I warned. “W-we can’t…”

“Just one more time?” she pouted.

Part of me hope that my cock wouldn’t respond. It had just unloaded into my daughter’s writhing, sweaty, naked body. My seed was now swimming around her voluptuous form—wasn’t that enough? Wouldn’t my dick, at long last, be satiated?

But like the tiny circumcized Judas that it is…my dick twitched.

“No,” I said. The intent was to sound firm. To get one final victory in, before we went back to normal.

To prove that I had _any_ level of control over my life.

Who was I kidding?

“Yes,” my wife said, splitting my daughter’s face into a huge, lecherous grin. “Yes, Daddy…”

A stronger man would’ve resisted. Or at least put up the pretence of resisting.

But for my sins, I am not a strong man.

I didn’t say a word as Belle leaned over, undid my fly, and—looking up at me once more with those big, blue eyes—moved my dick into her mouth.

After a few minutes, she sat up again. I can’t even imagine what I must’ve looked like; my eyes half-lidded with lust, my mouth slackjawed.

“What’re you…what’s wrong?” I said, and an innocent look appeared on my daughter’s face.

“You’re so _hard_ , Daddy,” she mewed, and my eyes narrowed.

“What do you want?”

“We only have until midnight,” she said, glancing at the clock. “But that’s just enough time to…”

It was half-past eleven. I hadn’t realized that the body-swap, however it worked, was timed like that.

Half-past eleven. Far too risky to do anything other than return Belle’s body to her bed, and wait for the switch.

Right?

“To what?” I asked, my mouth dry. This was going to be the last chance I ever, ever got to sexually enjoy my daughter’s body.

I know that no father should think of his little girl in a sexual light. I knew that it was fundamentally, intrinsically wrong. Believe me, _I knew_.

But at the same time…

I mean, as long as Belle never found out what we’d done. What I’d done. As long as Belle never learned that her father had lusted after her, had cum inside her, onto her. Had brought her body to earth-shattering orgasm after earth-shattering orgasm…

In that case…what was the harm?

“To _fuck_ ,” my wife said, the last word leaving Belle’s lips in a long, lustful moan.

I glanced at the clock once more.

“Our room,” I said. If we were going to do this, we didn’t have time to debate it. If we were careful, if we were quick, we could get into the house, I could get into my daughter, and she could get back into her bed well before the witching hour began.

When Belle changed back into her own body, her pussy would be freshly-filled with my cunt.

I held back a small grown at the thought.

“ _Now_ ,” I said insistently, and my wife didn’t need to hear it twice. She slipped Belles’s body out of the car, wearing nothing but the bikini.

I hoped that my daughter (in my wife’s body) wasn’t still awake. Or the neighbors—my eyes widened as I looked around. What would they think about a father of two getting home at eleven thirty? What possible reason could there be for a man of my age to be driving his bikini-clad daughter around so late at night?

Or worse, what if they’d seen Belle lean over in the car. It wasn’t impossible; there were many angles from which they could’ve witnessed my daughter giving me head.

We’d been so stupid. So reckless.

But in thirty minutes, it was all going to be over.

So I knew we had to make the most of it.

I met my wife (in my daughter’s body) in my bedroom. The kids had been asleep, our entry into the house had gone unnoticed.

“We don’t have much time,” I reminded her, and she nodded, the small action causing Belle’s breasts to bounce beautifully.

“I know,” she purred, removing her bikini once more.

God…I could have lived a thousand years and never gotten sick of seeing my daughter’s breasts fall into view. I could’ve lived a dozen incest-filled lives, and the sight of her long, pink nipples would still have sent a thrill through my body.

“Come here,” I growled. Belle’s eyes turned dark with lust, and my lips moved to hers.

Acutely aware that this would be the last time, I devoured my daughter’s mouth with mine. Our tongues danced an illicit dance; despite the fact that my wife was controlling Belle’s body, each kiss was fresh and unfamiliar. After decades of making out, she’d found a way to keep it fresh.

It was advice I suspected one would never see on Marriage Rescue. “Switch bodies with your daughter and have an illicit affair”.

As we kissed, my hands were exploring my daughter’s flesh, my digits running over her exposed skin, as though trying to memorize every inch of it. She groaned as my nails dug into her sides (though I was careful not to leave a mark) and my hands found her breasts, cupping them, enjoying their fullness.

I’d never wanted anyone so badly. And I knew that in mere minutes, I’d never be able to have her again.

With a long, lustful shudder, I realized that I couldn’t linger. We had a deadline; if I wanted to cum inside my daughter again before the switch, we’d have to hurry.

I glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes to the hour. Even with my earlier orgasm, I was confident I could get off in ten minutes, or fifteen at the latest. Plenty of time.

Still, better safe than sorry.

“Do you want me inside you?” I murmured, and my daughter’s eyes fluttered at the question.

“Yessss, Daddy…” she said tremblingly.

“Say it,” I ordered.

“I want you inside me.”

A grin spread across my face.

“Again.”

“Please, Daddy. Please. I want you inside me. I want Daddy’s big, long cock filling me up. Oh god, I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life…”

My left hand was resting on Belle’s thigh, and I could feel it twitching with want as she begged me to fuck her.

If you’ve never had a busty eighteen-year old sex goddess begging to feel your cock inside them, I truly recommend it.

“Ride me,” I instructed. “Ride Daddy’s cock and make him cum.”

“Y-yes,” my wife moaned. I glanced at the door. It was closed, but not locked. Belle (in Mary’s body) was still sleeping in the den, so unless she’d decided to move into her parents’ hallway and listen in, I knew that she couldn’t hear us. Ben was just a few rooms away, but that kid can sleep through anything.

“Good girl,” I murmured, enjoying the twitch that my words evoked.

The sight of my daughter’s flushed, naked body clambering on top of mine…if God had struck me down in that moment (something which I can’t deny would have been well-deserved) I would have died a happy, happy man.

As my wife positioned my cock at the entry of our daughter’s pussy-lips, I was struck by the symmetry of it. The first time I’d felt my erection enter Belle’s wetness—the time I’d taken her virginity—had been in this same position, in the cabin. I briefly wondered if she was remembering the same moment…until she lowered her body onto mine, and I stopped wondering anything at all.

My eyes were tightly closed as my wife expertly rode my dick. Mary is the furthest thing in the world from a slut, despite what her actions over the past two weeks might suggest. I was the only man she’d ever been with…which meant that she knew _exactly_ how to please me.

The combination of my wife’s expertise and my daughter’s flawless body was enough to block out the rest of the world. All I could think about were the sensations, the endorphins flooding my body, the knowledge that I was balls-deep in the hottest woman on the planet.

No, not woman. Girl.

My girl. My baby girl.

It should’ve made me sick. It should’ve been a distraction. It should’ve made the entire situation entirely un-sexy.

But in that moment, as I fucked my daughter for the last time, it was an undeniable turn-on. The fact that it was my own daughter’s pussy giving me such pleasure, making me completely lose myself in the moment…

I couldn’t imagine anything hotter.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, opening my eyes and smiling up at Belle. She was looking at me as though we were the last two people on earth, like nothing—and no one—else existed. Her face was flushed, her body was glistening with sweat, and her eyes were burning into mine with a passion that made my dick impossibly harder.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped. “I’m gonna cum…—“

As my balls emptied, so did my mind. My entire focus was on the sensation of my cum, spurting out through my dick, into Belle. Into my daughter. Into my baby girl.

She kept on grinding as I came, and I could tell that her own orgasm wasn’t far behind. The feeling of my incestuous seed filling our daughter’s cunt had never failed to result in a climax, and her breathing told me that it was going to happen any second. She’d cum, we’d possibly have time to cuddle for a bit, and then I knew she really should shower before midnight, before…—

I glanced at the clock, to check how long we had to cuddle.

Oh, shit.

Oh, _shit_.

“Honey!” I gasped. “We—I—the—“

But it was too late. My desperate pleas fell on deaf ears.

It was midnight.

We’d gotten so lost in our love-making, so carried away by the carnal experience we’d been sharing; both my wife and I had somehow managed to completely lose track of the time.

And now…

I watched as my daughter’s face went slack. I tried to pull out, to fling her off me, but her entire body weight was on my cock, and even as my wife’s mind left Belle’s body and her own returned, the teenage thighs never stopped gyrating, shifting Belle’s body forward and back, filling her up and stimulating her clit.

I swear, I could see the exact moment that her mind re-entered her body. Even as I scrambled to try to take her off my cock without hurting either of us, my eyes were fixed to my daughter’s face, and I saw it all. The look of puzzlement, of shock…and worst of all, the look of lust as she teetered over the edge, reaching the climax that Mary had brought the teenage body to the brink of.

“Oh, _fuck_ ,” she groaned, her mouth falling open as the far-too-familiar signs of female orgasm passed through her. “Oh, godddd…”

There was nothing either of us could do about it. Belle’s eyes fluttered as the orgasm swept across her body, and I just stared in dull horror as she came, her pussy clenching around my softening dick, her body twitching and shaking with pleasure as it was wracked with climax.

A thousand thoughts ran through my head as I watched—and felt—my daughter cum.

We’d fucked up. As I’d literally fucked up, we’d completely fucked up. The point of this had been to help reconnect with our daughter, to benefit her. The goal had been to help her grow up in a healthy, loving way.

Not like this.

Now, she knew. She knew that we’d used her body for sex. That _I’d_ used her body for sex. She knew that I’d been inside her. That I’d taken her virginity.

And worst of all…she knew the pleasure that my actions could cause.

Things would never be the same again. How could they be?

When her climax was done, it was like it took her a few moments to come to; longer than it had taken for her to readjust to being back in her own body.

Finally, her face twisted into a look of abject fear and disgust. As I heard the pounding footsteps of my wife—back in her own body—running up the stairs, along the hallway, trying to reach us so she could mitigate as much damage as possible, Belle stared down at me, her expression no doubt mirroring my own.

As Mary burst through the door, Belle never stopped staring at me. As much as you can see how someone is feeling, I could see that she was damaged. Broken; possibly irrevocably so.

My wife reached the side of the bed, just in time to hear a single, sobbing word leaving our daughter’s lips:

“D-daddy?”

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	Fuck the Police

When I became a cop, I can tell you: it wasn’t for this.

I knew it wouldn’t be like Die Hard. Shootouts, terrorists, high-speed car chases. I wasn’t expecting every day to be a life-or-death decision or foiling international conspiracies. But I figured I’d be making a difference. I figured I’d be doing, y’know, _some kind_ of policework.

Instead of just cruising the suburbs night after night, bored out of my mind.

My partner loved it. He’s a people person and had been a cop for almost twenty years. Any time I moaned about how dull a shift was he’d just laugh and tell me that this was the best patrol you could get. The worst you ever saw was a domestic abuse case, or maybe a drunk driver.

I’d been an officer for two months now, and I’d never seen anything more serious than a theft report. All we did was crawl the streets, drive up and down the same streets over and over again, waiting for something to happen. Or, in my partner’s case, be happy that nothing was happening.

When my shift started, I was sure it was going to be more of the same. I got in the car, where my partner—O’Neill—was already waiting. I didn’t say anything as we pulled out of the parking lot silently, staring out the window at nothing until the radio crackled into life.

“Car Mike Romeo, are you receiving?”

O’Neill leaned forwards with a grunt. He was in pretty good shape, for a man in his forties. “Receiving.”

Technically the correct response was ‘Car Mike Romeo, receiving,’ but my partner was not a stickler. I’d never actually seen him do anything illegal (though I’d heard rumors), just be...sloppy.

I wasn’t a hall monitor—I didn’t get into policing due to a deep and earnest love of The Law or anything like that. But after dutifully memorizing every rule and procedure for the exams, it grated a little to see him so casually ignore everything I’d had to learn.

“Are you anywhere near Foster Boulevarde?”

“Roger that,” O’Neill said with a drawl.

“Citizen called in a lurker last night. Brown sedan, four doors, license plate JLC-556. Sarge wants you to have some face time with the locals.”

I groaned. As boring as patrolling the streets was, it was at least better than door duty. Our sergeant loved nothing more than having his officers visit every house on a street, reminding everyone that we were there.

It was theater, but somehow even _less_ interesting. And more of a waste of time than our usual shift.

“We’ll start knocking on doors,” O’Neill replied, smiling as he returned the radio to its cradle. Yeah, he loves door duty.

He pulled onto the nearest main road to Foster Boulevard. I looked out the window—six months ago, I’d driven this route imagining myself stopping crimes, protecting people who needed protecting.

Instead, I was going to spend the rest of my shift interrupting people’s evenings, just to remind them that we existed.

The first few houses were uneventful. An older Asian couple who seemed quite concerned to hear about the strange car. A woman in her sixties who had seen it as she came home from yoga—she described exactly what she remembered seeing, in painstaking duty. I dutifully wrote it all down.

“The car was just sitting there on the side of the road, which I thought was unusual, because everyone here has such long driveways. I remember noticing it wasn’t parked properly—the rear was sticking out past the sidewalk. And it didn’t seem like it would belong to anyone here. Everyone here has such nice vehicles, and...”

After half a dozen houses, I found myself praying for an emergency. Anything to pull us away from door-duty. Every second house seemed to have a story about the car. You’d think it had flown in from outer space with how much people remembered about it.

“The windows were tinted. Suspicious, I thought to myself—for a car so old and beat-up. It was so dirty too; even though it just rained two days earlier.”

O’Neill was in his element. With every new house we visited, he got more and more animated.

As we crossed the street to visit house number seven, I glanced over at him and caught him ogling the young Latina across the street. I could’ve sworn she was checking him out too.

“Hey, Mike,” he said when he noticed me looking. “Don’t stare. She might call the police!”

I chuckled, more out of politeness than anything. Like I said, he was really energized by all the house visits. The brown-skinned woman shot us another appreciative glance, then made her way inside.

“Can’t wait to visit her,” O’Neill said with a growl. “She might need a long, hard interrogation.”

“Mm-hmm,” I said. When we were patrolling, he’d often play ‘Spot the hottie’, a game he seemed to have invented to make me uncomfortable.

“Women will do anything for a man in uniform,” he’d told me, many times. ” _Anything._ ”

I’m no saint. Even in two months, my job had helped me pick up more than a few times. Nothing serious—just some fun in the backseat, or a quickie in a dark alley. But never while on duty.

The next house looked identical to the others. What’s that song? All the ticky-tacky houses, all in a row. A middle-aged woman greeted us at the door, her face immediately taking on the nervousness most people get when...well, when two police officers show up at your house unannounced.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Of course, ma’am,” O’Neill said reassuringly. “Just making some inquiries about an incident from last night.”

I managed to stop myself from rolling my eyes—now a car stopping in the wrong neighborhood for a few minutes was ‘an incident’. While my partner explained the situation, I glanced past the brown-haired woman.

The house was nice. Family house. Two or more kids, probably a little older. Checked out: the woman standing in front of us had that ‘mom’ look. Probably in her forties. Five-foot-four, give or take an inch. Neither fat nor thin; probably had quite a nice body on her, underneath the unflattering clothes she’d chosen to wear. Light skin, and her hair was cut short to frame her face.

“...anything that would help us with our investigations,” O’Neill finished, and the woman nodded along nervously. Probably the anxious type, or just afraid of cops (if only they knew how little we actually did...).

Or she was hiding something. I stifled a laugh at the thought. This suburban mother, secretly in cahoots with the random sedan that had stopped outside for less than an hour.

“I didn’t see anything,” the woman said quickly. If she’d been in the interrogation room, I probably would’ve found the speed of her response suspicious. Not that I’d actually been in an interrogation room yet.

“Is there anyone else who might have seen something?” O’Neill asked smoothly. The woman bit her lip; a surprisingly endearing gesture, given her otherwise unremarkable appearance.

“My dad—...husband,” she replied. “And daughter. But I know they didn’t see anything.”

From down the hall, I could hear the sound of running. My hand instinctively moved to my holster, hovering over it as a flustered-looking man appeared. He was a few years older than (I assume) his wife, and had a nervous-looking demeanor.

Again, something you quickly get used to as a cop. If you arrested everyone for being fidgety, you’d quickly run out of people to protect.

“What seems to be the problem?” he stammered. I threw him a casual glance, and O’Neill smiled at him, immediately putting him at ease.

Poor guy. He probably assumed we were here to tell him someone had died. Or he was secretly a Walter White, hiding some huge secret he didn’t want anyone to find out about.

“I’m handling him,” his wife said, but he turned his attention to me.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, sir,” I said. “We just, uh...”

And then I saw her.

For a moment, I lost control of the English language. I forgot why I was there. Hell, I forgot my own name.

The blonde I’d seen poking her head around the door was back. And I’m not exaggerating when I say she was the most attractive creature I’d ever seen in my twenty-six years on the planet.

Without even looking, I knew for a fact that O’Neill was staring at her as well. For a moment we stood in shared, stunned silence, our eyes devouring the young woman who had planted her body squarely in the middle of the room.

She was clearly the daughter of the couple standing in front of us; I could immediately recognize elements from each of them. Her father’s nose. Her mother’s lip bite.

It had been cute on the middle-aged woman. On the young girl, it was...well, it was something else.

She must have been a teenager. Her skin was unblemished, and she clearly had no problems with showing it off. She was wearing a crop top that showed off her midriff, and a pair of denim shorts that were so short, they were almost indecent.

I couldn’t help but stare at her legs. Long, toned thighs that disappeared into the short denim shorts. She didn’t have the kind of body that suggested she worked out, but she looked young enough that she didn’t yet need to. Like her mother, she was neither skinny nor plump.

And if this was a preview of what her mother was hiding under those unflattering clothes, I desperately wanted to see the rest of it.

The teenage girl’s stomach was flat, but the real focus of her attire was her chest. She was practically bursting out of the tight, low-cut crop top she wore, displaying the perkiest breasts I’d ever seen of that size. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra...and at our attention, I noticed her nipples hardening.

She was enjoying showing off to us. The little minx: she was clearly enjoying the attention of two adult men, enjoying two cops staring at her like she was a piece of meat.

It was impossible to look at those tits without imagining your hands on them. How great they’d feel: her nipples against your palms, your fingers grabbing her hard enough to leave a mark. The young woman in front of us looked like she was built for sex—and she knew it. I could practically smell the lust radiating off her as I imagined her pink lips wrapped around my cock, tearing the small pieces of cloth off her, revealing her nakedness for my eyes to feast on, taking her as my own...

I would have stood and stared at her for the rest of the night, but the polite cough of the man in front of us reminded me what we were doing. What we were here for.

Tearing my eyes away from the busty young girl, I tried to remember what we’d been talking about.

“Someone, uh, reported a strange car hanging around last night,” O’Neill said, diving in to save me when it became clear that I had completely lost the thread. As much as my partner could rankle me at times, it was good to know he always had my back.

I nodded, and he continued. “We’re just checking to see if anyone knows anything.”

“N-no,” the father said, and I narrowed my eyes. Something was going on here. I hadn’t been a cop long enough to properly develop my ‘spidey-sense’, the only way to build it up was to trust my instincts.

Something was lurking beneath the surface here. The wife’s nervousness, her husband’s.

“Andrew. I’m handling this.”

The sharp response from my wife only served to reinforce my hunch. Someone was hiding something.

A slightly puzzled look came across ‘Andrew’s face, and I followed his gaze as he turned his attention back to his daughter.

Part of me immediately wished I hadn’t. And that part was not my cock.

The teenage girl had moved her arms behind her back, pushing her generous bust forward. If I hadn’t noticed her nipples hardening at our attention earlier, I would have called the gesture unintentional, but I was convinced now that she knew exactly what she was doing.

She wanted me—and O’Neill—to stare at her bust. And unprofessional as it may have been, we were both more than happy to oblige.

I’ve seen my fair share of tits in my time. I’ve always been fit, and though I’m not the handsome man in the world, I’m not exactly hideous. But of all the women I’ve slept with, of all the porn I’ve seen, I’ve never encountered a pair of breasts as perfect as the ones being shown off to us.

This girl had tits that could make a monk drool. Each of them were bigger than her head, and something about them just called out for attention. These were boobs that wanted to be handled. Tasted.

Worshipped.

The short cotton shirt she wore pushed them up slightly, which emphasized their roundness even further. I couldn’t help but yearn to see what they looked like hanging loose, unrestrained by clothing. To see them bounce as she walked. To feel them against my chest as I thrust into her.

As the three of us (I was certain O’Neill was staring at the little beauty too) ogled her, the teenage girl tucked one leg behind the other, drawing our attention to her long, smoothly-shaved skin. My hands twitched; I wanted to run my hands up and down those legs as I kissed her, as I explored the slut’s mouth with my tongue.

My cock had stirred earlier when she’d first entered the room; now, I was hard as a rock. The innocent face, big blue eyes staring up at us as we feasted on her with her eyes, was such an incredible contrast to the girl’s curvaceous, wanton body.

Everything about her screamed “take me, defile me, use me for your pleasure”. I knew that the moment we left the house, O’Neill would be regaling me with what he’d imagined doing to her.

Not that I had a leg to stand on in that regard. Like I said, I’m no boy scout—I was probably imagining the same, if not worse.

Batting her eyes twice, the teenage girl swayed back and forth slightly, just enough motion to cause her breasts to wobble, returning our attention to her chest.

She was a walking wet dream, and I know that if I’d been alone—even though I was on duty, even though she was at least a decade younger than me—I wouldn’t have been able to help myself. I would have made a move.

But I wasn’t alone. I was standing in a room with her mother, her father, and my partner.

And I was a cop.

My eyes turned to the girl’s parents, a sudden suspicious thought in my mind. Cop brain, they call it: when you spend your time around criminals, you can’t help but view everything through that mindset.

So far, I’d spent a fraction of my time around criminals. Not a lot of bank heists in the suburbs.

But before I’d become a cop, I’d completed a diploma in family studies. And that had taught me about abuse cases. Nasty ones, too. Fathers and daughters, husbands and wives. Mostly physical, but—even in two months—a few cases of sexual abuse.

I’d learned the warning signs. A well-hidden bruise, any sudden change in behavior. Distrust of authority figures (beyond the usual fear of cops, I mean).

None of these applied here. But there was one that did—if a child is sexually abused, they start behaving sexually in situations where it’s not appropriate.

The girl presenting herself in front of us was far from a child, but in all my weeks of knocking on doors and meeting strangers, no one had ever been so directly sexually provocative. We’d had a few elderly widows flirt with us, but this was on a whole new level.

This wasn’t flirting. It was a full-blown seduction.

As soon as I laid my gaze on Andrew and his wife, my suspicions were confirmed. A typical pair of parents would’ve been shocked by their daughter’s display. They would have been embarrassed, uncomfortable, maybe even angry.

But the young girl’s mother looked...proud. Like she was happy that her daughter was turning heads. She had the expression of a parent watching her daughter at a recital, or graduating from college—not standing, barely dressed, in front of two strangers, showing off her body for their pleasure.

And the father? Andrew? His expression was one of full-blown lust.

For the second time, my hand hovered over my holster. Weeks of policing, of slowly rolling up and down suburban streets, filling out paperwork, even breaking up the occasional domestic dispute...they’d all been leading me to this, I knew it.

There was something wrong with this family, and I was a cop. It was my job to stop it. To protect this young goddess of a woman.

And maybe if I did, if I protected her from her father, she’d show me exactly how grateful she was...

I shook my head. That wasn’t the thought of a cop. That was the thought of a cock.

“Go to bed,” Andrew growled. It was obvious that he was trying to act normal, trying to hide his fear and his desire, but the man was completely failing.

“Okay Daddy,” the young woman said, emphasizing ‘Daddy’ in a way that even O’Neill must have picked up on. She sashayed her way out of the room, giving me my first view of her ass.

It was just as perfect as the rest of her. Round, firm, slightly jiggly...the kind of ass that you can’t help but want to bite.

To fuck.

The girl’s father turned back to us, his face as neutral as he could make it. He rolled his eyes. “Kids, right?”

“Uh huh,” O’Neill said with a grunt. He was still staring at the corner that the young woman had disappeared around.

“I’ll take care of this,” the man’s wife said firmly. Andrew stood for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth nervously, before he disappeared around the same corner as his daughter.

I wanted nothing more than to follow him, to make sure that he wasn’t doing anything to the young woman, but I had no warrant. No excuse to follow him.

My training hadn’t covered any of this. If I was given permission to use the bathroom, would that give me jurisdiction to march upstairs and catch the pervert in the act?

I didn’t know, and I couldn’t ask O’Neill. Not in front of the potential suspect. My partner continued chatting to the wife, a smile on his face, while I wracked my brain, trying to think of what I could do.

At best, I reasoned, we could leave. O’Neill and I could discuss options and keep an eye on the place. Maybe try to get a warrant. I knew we’d need something more than “a teenager showed off her body to us while her father was in the room”, but there wasn’t anything else we could do.

We needed a miracle.

The woman’s phone chimed, and she winced at the sound. Adrenaline was pumping through my body; I felt like I was hyper-aware of everything, every movement, every facial expression. She pulled it out of her pocket, and after four attempts, managed to enter her password and unlock her phone. Her eyes widened.

“Is everything okay?” O’Neill asked smoothly, and she looked up at him, biting her lip again.

“Dad— _Andrew_!” she called out, and my partner and I glanced at each other. We’d both heard it that time.

What kind of a woman calls her husband Daddy? An image flashed into my head—the woman in front of us and her daughter, both kneeling in front of the man we’d met earlier. Calling him Daddy as they pulled his cock out, making out in front of it...

I shook my head. What the hell was wrong with me? I was here to protect the family, not fantasize about their disgusting behavior. A few moments later, the woman’s husband reappeared, visibly recoiling when he saw that we were still there.

“Um, is something wrong?”

“It’s Ben,” the woman replied, flustered. “Tonight is the mid-camp performance. Grandpa—I mean, _Dad_ —is asking us when we’re going to get there.“

Andrew cursed, before suddenly remembering we were there. “Sorry. I totally forgot that was tonight.”

“Can we miss it?” his wife asked.

Andrew looked like he was waging a silent war in his head, but then he shook his head. “No,” he said reluctantly. “No, we have to go.”

He glanced at the clock. “We’ll have to leave straight away.”

“Should we, um, bring Belle?”

“No!” Andrew said. There it was again. For the second time that evening, a member of the couple answered a question far too fast, far too emphatically. “No,” he repeated, glancing nervously at the ceiling. “She’s, um. She’s busy.”

I couldn’t help myself; I glanced at the man’s crotch. I don’t know what I expected to see—his fly undone, or an erection threatening to burst through his trousers. But there was no smoking gun, and I tried to return my focus to his face before anyone noticed where it had been momentarily drawn.

“Okay,” the woman said, wringing her hands. “Will Belle be okay?”

I suddenly saw my opportunity.

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” I said confidently. “We’ll take care of her for you.”

O’Neill shot me a look, an expression I hadn’t seen him direct towards me for the eight weeks we’d been partners: one of respect. He must have picked up on the same signs that I had, had been wondering how we could get the teenage girl alone to uncover the truth of what was happening. To finally, at long last, do some proper policing.

“Thank you, officers,” the woman said gratefully. For a moment I wondered if I’d completely misinterpreted the situation; if she really was a sexual abuser, why would she so happily be leaving us alone in her house with the young girl?

But the look of panic on her husband’s face immediately assured me that I was right. That my cop gut was starting to come in—mentally, not physically.

“She’s probably asleep already,” he lied feebly. “I think she’ll be okay.”

“Don’t worry about it,” O’Neill said, his voice booming with authority. “We’ll just make sure that no one comes in and hassles her.”

I could see that the nervous father wanted to argue more, but his wife sighed. “Come on,” she said, her sullen tone sounding completely out of place coming from a grown woman’s mouth. “We should go to this stupid recital.”

Andrew shot us one last nervous glance, before slumping his shoulders and following his wife out of the front door. I shot him a triumphant smile as he got in the larger of the two cars and pulled out of the driveway.

“Follow me,” I said as soon as they were out of sight. I couldn’t help but puff my chest at the impressed whistle that O’Neill gave me.

“Never thought you had it in you,” he said in admiration. “This really is our lucky night, eh?”

I wasn’t really sure what he meant by that, but I was distracted, already inspecting the house for clues. There was a staircase at the end of the hallway; I remembered that the father had glanced upstairs, so I took the steps two at a time, O’Neill plodding up behind me.

“I think they said her name was Belle,” I noted. There was only one closed doorway in the hall; I made my way straight there. If it was locked, I was prepared to put my shoulder to it and brute force my way in.

But it wasn’t locked. Opening the door, I prepared for the worst—the teenage goddess shackled naked to the wall, gagged and crying, shooting us a look of gratitude as we rescued her.

What I found instead completely floored me.

Belle was against the wall all right. And she was naked. But she was neither gagged nor crying.

Instead, she was staring at us in shock and lust as she groped her bare breasts, her other hand holding a small bullet vibrator to her pink, clean-shaven pussy.

“Oh, _fuck_ ,” she moaned. I just gaped at her in shock. As if what I was seeing wasn’t strange enough, she didn’t stop.

O’Neill joined me at the doorway, once more letting out a whistle of appreciation.

“Fuck,” the naked teenager repeated. Her hand was moving faster, rubbing her clit with the bulbous end of the small toy. She bit her lip, eyes half-lidded, staring at us with a hunger in her eyes that almost seemed to invite us closer.

Unable to fully process what I was seeing, my eyes drifted down her body. Her tits were everything I’d wanted them to be, and more: two soft, round pillows of flesh, jiggling as she moved, finally unrestrained from clothing.

Her inner thigh muscles flexed as she held the toy against her clit, and I suddenly realized that I could smell her. The entire room was filled with the scent of the teenage girl’s arousal, mixed with her sweat. Everything about the situation screamed sex, lust and want and excitement and _need_.

My partner stepped into the room, his eyes running up and down Belle’s naked form just as mine had a few moments earlier. She was watching us as she played with herself, her body reacting to our gaze. It was clear that she was getting off on our attention, just as when she’d posed for us in the entrance to her house.

“Good girl,” O’Neill said appreciatively. His voice was low and authoritative; Belle responded to it immediately, letting out a small moan of need. I couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly-shaven pussy, glistening with need, thrusting uncontrollably against the bullet.

“Watch me,” she whispered, her words quiet, but filled with longing. “I...I need you to watch me.”

“Okay,” O’Neill said simply, taking another step forward. I reached out and put my arm on his arm.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, and he cocked one eyebrow in my direction.

“I’m giving the girl what she wants,” he said. “She wants to be watched. I’m watching.”

“Oh fuck,” Belle repeated, her entire body writhing at my partner’s words. “Yes. Yes, watch me. _Watch me._ ”

I’d dated an exhibitionist once. She was a stripper; the perfect job for her, really. She’d loved it when I came to the club and watched her dance, watched her rub up against other men. I’d been uncomfortable with it at first, but it hadn’t taken long before I’d started to get into it.

Not the other men. But the knowledge that while all of them wanted her—enough to pay her for the attention, even—but she’d come home with me. For free.

It didn’t end well. I caught her cheating on me with a bartender who worked with her. I’d learned my lesson from that, and not dated a sex worker since.

She’d liked it when I watched her masturbate. I’d have rather fucked her, but she got off on my eyes on her body while she pleasured herself.

Not as much as the teenage girl in front of us, of course. And while my ex had been hot—sort of a required condition for strippers—she couldn’t hold a candle to the naked beauty on the bed. Few women could.

“We can’t do this,” I protested hoarsely. “O’Neill, fuck! We’re on duty!”

His face took on a confused expression. “I’m just doing what you said,” he replied after a pause. “I’m going to take care of her.”

My eyes widened as I realized how he’d interpreted my words. My partner hadn’t seen this as an opportunity to protect a young woman from her abusive parents.

He’d seen it as a way to get his dick wet.

“I’m just a teenager,” Belle panted, drawing both of our attention back to her. “I’m just a teenager, and you’re...oh, _god_. You’re cops. You’re two cops, and I’m just a teenage girl...“

The stripper had liked dirty talk too, though hers had always been less...literal.

I opened my mouth to object, but before I could form any words, it happened. The teenage girl in front of us began to cum, her entire body tensing up as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She squealed with need, her fingers digging into the white flesh of her bare breasts, her whole body shaking as she climaxed.

She kept going, moaning and panting like a wounded animal, until finally she collapsed onto the bed, spent.

“Holy shit,” O’Neill muttered, shaking off my hand as he made his way across the room, until he was standing over the exhausted teen. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“O’Neill...” I said warningly. “Steve...”

Again, he shot me that look—like I was a nagging wife telling him his cholesterol was too high to order steak. I opened my mouth to continue, but once more was distracted by the movement of the teen girl on the bed in front of us.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, stretching her arms like a cat waking from a nap. “That was a big one.”

She opened her eyes, and almost seemed surprised to see us.

“Oh...” she said, and I could hear the nervousness in her voice.

“Honey,” I said, trying to sound kind but authoritative. It was a tone I’d heard O’Neill hit a thousand times, but it didn’t sound the same coming from my mouth. Another skill I’m sure that I would build over time. “Are you okay?”

“I’m, um, fine,” she said, reaching out and pulling a sheet to cover her nudity. I could see O’Neill’s disappointment as the young woman’s perfect body disappeared from view.

“I’m sure we can make you feel better,” he said, his voice deep and confident.

Her eyes flicked to my partner, standing over her, and I saw her shiver with nervousness...or perhaps lust.

“We’re here to take care of you,” I said firmly, more for O’Neill’s benefit than for the teenage girl’s.

“Yeah we are,” he chuckled, and I clenched my fists.

I’d known O’Neill had a reputation for being crooked, but this...this was too much, even for him. A teenager, a potential abuse victim, a girl who was easily half his age. He could’ve been her father!

Her father. I remembered why we were there—well, why _I_ was there—I pressed on. Unsure of how to deal with my partner’s advances, I decided to ignore them.

“Belle,” I said, keeping my distance so she wouldn’t feel pressured. “Is there something you want to tell us about your father?”

She did her best to hide it, but the look of panic in her eyes confirmed that I was on the right track. “No,” she said, her voice light and casual. “What do you mean?”

My question had gotten my partner’s attention too; he turned to me, eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about, Mike?”

I gestured to the girl sitting in front of us on the bed. “You didn’t think anything was...unusual? About this?”

A smile slowly spread across my partner’s face. “Naw,” he chuckled. “I figured she was just a slut.”

I couldn’t help but notice the shiver of pleasure that went through the teenage girl’s body at the word, but I ignored it and continued.

“Steve,” I said softly. “Something’s up. I know you can see it.”

Mike turned to the girl on the bed, who was chewing her lip nervously as we spoke. He squatted down until his eye level matched hers.

“Does your Daddy touch you, Belle?” he asked, and the girl’s cheeks went pink.

“No!” she said immediately.

“You can tell us if he does,” O’Neill continued, and there it was. The baritone rumble that invited disclosure, projecting trust with each syllable.

The voice of a cop.

“We’re here to protect you,” I chimed in, immediately irritated at how squeaky my voice sounded by comparison. “You have nothing to be afraid of.”

The teenage girl looked me in the eyes, then my partner.

“My father,” she said calmly, her voice one of complete calm, “has never interfered sexually with me. He has never been anything but a kind, supportive, and loving parent.”

I stared at her for a beat. It’s funny—from someone older, I would have thought they were trying to convince us. The words were almost _too_ sincere, too genuine.

But coming from a teenage girl? It was hard to imagine even an eighteen-year-old could have mastered that level of artificial earnestness.

Those words, from a teenage girl, almost convinced me.

Almost.

“Then,” I continued slowly, watching as Belle’s eyes swiveled back towards me, “were you...um...”

I trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the sight in front of me. The young woman, sweaty and naked, covered only by a bedsheet.

To my surprise, O’Neill spoke up.

“I can answer that,” he said, drawing the attention of both of us. Belle locked eyes with him, and the two just stared at each other for a few moments, breathing heavily as my focus flicked back and forth between them.

“Go on,” I finally said.

“It’s simple,” my partner said, his eyes never leaving the young woman’s gaze. “She’s a slut.”

Again, a shiver ran through Belle’s body at the word. Her cheeks got slightly pinker, and I don’t think she even noticed herself lowering the sheet an inch or two, moving her bare shoulders into view.

“Isn’t that right?” O’Neill said, standing up and looking down at her.

Belle slowly nodded.

“That’s it,” she replied breathlessly. “I’m...I’m a slut.”

She delivered the last word with a mixture of lust and reverence. The word somehow sounded so taboo, coming from her lips.

“Yes you are,” O’Neill grinned, reaching out and running his thumb over Belle’s mouth.

I expected her to flinch, as a victim of sexual abuse would. As any teenager should, when a strange man reaches out to touch her face.

But she didn’t. Instead, her mouth dropped open, her eyes clouded over slightly, and the sheet dropped further to reveal the top of her collar-bone.

“I’m a slut,” she repeated dreamily, her blush deepening, spreading down her neck and to her exposed chest.

O’Neill grinned, like he knew something we didn’t. “You’re a slut,” he said once more, and it wasn’t until he’d lowered his pants that I noticed his hands were even moving.

I wanted to look away. It was hard to imagine a situation where a cop would see his partner’s cock—a urinal, perhaps, or a literal case of pants on fire.

And I’d certainly never expected to see it hard.

Belle gasped as the older man’s erection came into view. She was staring at it, hunger in her eyes. Her hands twitched, and it was clear to both of us that she wanted to touch it.

Perhaps O’Neill was right. Maybe this teenager really was just...a slut. Maybe that was why her Dad hadn’t wanted us to come find her, because he knew what she’d be doing. What she’d want us to do to her.

What we’d want to do to her.

But that didn’t explain the look of lust in his eyes, or the nervousness that he and his wife had been displaying since the moment we entered their house.

The teenage girl didn’t move. She just sat there, staring at my partner’s erection, her eyes wide, her jaw slack.

Finally, she spoke.

“No,” she said with a sad sigh. “No, I...I can’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

“It seems pretty right to me,” my partner said, and I recognized the frustration in his voice.

“O’Neill...” I said warningly, but the pair across the room ignored me.

“I can’t,” Belle said again, wrapping the sheet around her chest and holding it in place with her armpits. The result was a tight contour around her bust, reminding both of us what incredible tits were just outside of our view.

O’Neill’s cock twitched, something I could happily have spent my entire police career not witnessing. The teenage girl on the bed bit her lip at the sight of it; her reaction seemed to increase his confidence.

“My partner here thinks that your father is up to something,” the older cop said, and I felt myself tense up. I didn’t know why he was involving me, and I didn’t like it.

“He’s not,” Belle said, her eyebrows crinkling in confusion. Again, if she’d been older, I wouldn’t have been convinced, but I’d never met a suburban teenager capable of such immediate, flawless lies.

“I believe you,” O’Neill replied, reaching out to softly stroke the side of Belle’s face. Again, she didn’t draw back—instead, she leaned into it, like a kitten against her owner’s hand. “Of course I do. But my partner here, he’s...well, he’s tenacious.”

You don’t need police training to recognize good cop, bad cop—I wasn’t comfortable with my role in the conversation, but I had no idea how to change it.

“The only way he’s going to be convinced that your Daddy is innocent is if he really, truly believes you’re a slut,” O’Neill said glibly, and it was all I could do not to roll my eyes.

I had to stop him, but he’d ignored my warnings so far.

“Otherwise we’ll have to come back when your parents return and arrest them,” he said, and Belle’s eyes widened in shock. “The whole neighborhood will see them being hauled downtown. And if anyone learned what they were being arrested for...well, what would the neighbors think?”

Belle was unable to hide the look of fear in her eyes. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about suburbia, it’s that there’s nothing anyone cares about more than the opinions of their neighbors.

But I couldn’t let this happen. We didn’t have nearly enough evidence to arrest Belle’s parents, and—

“You don’t have nearly enough evidence to arrest my parents,” Belle shot back.

“So there _is_ evidence?” I countered immediately. I’d been imagining interrogation scenarios since before I’d even applied to the police force, and it wasn’t until the words left my mouth that I realized I’d just played perfectly into O’Neill’s plan.

“Sounds like we just need to find it,” my partner said with a grin. “Maybe we should look around.”

“You have a warrant?” Belle responded, throwing him a sassy look...until his cock drew her attention once more, and her gaze went slightly glassy.

“Don’t need a warrant if we have reasonable suspicion,” O’Neill rumbled. “And honey, you’ve given us more than enough reason to be suspicious...”

There was a long pause, Belle staring at my partner’s cock, me watching them from across the room. I couldn’t believe O’Neill was doing this. I’d always known he played a little fast and loose with the rules, but this was...it was coercion, at the very least. He could be stripped of his badge for this. Hell, he could probably be arrested!

My gut sank as I realized— _I_ should be arresting him. I was a cop, after all. What he was doing was definitely illegal, and I was a cop.

But I couldn’t.

There are two codes when you’re a police officer. There’s the public code: to serve, to protect, to uphold the law at all costs.

And then there’s the real code. Loyalty. Brotherhood.

You swear to protect the public when you become a cop. But you can’t do that unless you first protect the blue.

If O’Neill was a murderer, that would be different. If he’d raped the girl, I know I would’ve done something to stop him.

But as I watched him reach out and take the sheet off the teenage girl’s body, it was easy to see that it wasn’t the same.

She wanted it. Even if she couldn’t admit it out loud, it was screamingly obvious. Every non-verbal signal, every part of her body was making it very clear.

Belle wanted what was about to happen.

O’Neill had been right: she was a slut.

“Good girl,” he said, taking the young woman’s hand and moving it to his erection. She didn’t resist, just kept staring at his cock, her desire obvious. “Good little slut.”

None of us said anything as Belle began jerking my partner’s cock. I couldn’t do anything but stare. My partner, his pants around his ankles, his gun and radio on the floor. The teenage girl, naked in front of him him, stroking his cock, flushed with desire.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I had no interest in my partner’s hardness, so my eyes ran up and down Belle’s perfect body once more. Her huge breasts, her flat stomach. She leaned forward to get closer to O’Neill’s cock, her boobs swaying slightly as she did. Her face was a mask of lust, her eyes wide, her lips parted.

She’d just cum—an intense, powerful orgasm—but she already wanted more.

It would have been so easy to just stand there and watch it happen. Or better, to leave—to use the opportunity to slip out and explore the house, see if I _could_ find any evidence of her parents’ misdeeds.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

“You don’t have to do this,” I croaked. I don’t know what I expected—Belle to realize she was being taken advantage of, perhaps, and to confess what was really happening. Or O’Neill to realize what he was doing, that he was abusing his power.

Instead, they both ignored me. Belle just continued stroking my partner’s cock, her hand running up and down its 6-inch length, her breathing getting heavier as she expertly worked the shaft. No teenager should be that good at giving a handjob.

“Just tell us what’s going on,” I continued. “And we can stop.”

Belle shook her head at that.

“No,” she said dreamily. “I don’t want to stop. This is...this is what I have to do.”

“I told you,” O’Neill said, his eyes never leaving the teenager’s. “She’s a slut.”

“I’m a slut,” Belle echoed with a moan. “I’m a...I’m a teenage slut.”

Her body supported her claim. Her skin was flushed with arousal, her nipples swollen and prominent. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy glistening with her juices. Her expression was one of pure bliss, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks pink.

“Where do you want to cum?” she said, her big blue eyes looking up at my partner. “On my face? My tits? Or do you want me to swallow it?”

“Swallow it,” O’Neill grunted, reaching down and grabbing the teenager by the shoulders. “I want to feel you swallowing my cum.”

Belle nodded eagerly, bringing her mouth to his throbbing erection, and I tried not to watch. But I couldn’t help myself.

His cock moved into her soft, wet lips, and Belle moaned around it. The handjob transformed seamlessly into a blowjob as she licked and sucked him, bobbing up and down, getting used to the size of him, and O’Neill groaned.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna fill you up. I’m gonna fill your stomach with my cum.”

Belle’s eyes fluttered closed, and she looked incredibly happy. Her lips were stretched around his cock, and again I found the thought returning—no teenager should be this good at giving head. She was sucking cock like a professional, like someone with a decade of experience.

What kind of life had she lead that made her so good at this?

“That’s it, baby,” O’Neill grunted, reaching down and grabbing her hair, pulling her head back. “Take it all. Take every drop.”

Belle obeyed, sucking harder on his cock. My partner groaned louder, his hips moving up and down, pushing himself deeper into her throat, fucking her mouth.

“Fuck!” he shouted suddenly, and I jumped, startled. “I’m cumming, baby! Here it comes!”

Belle pulled back, and O’Neill came hard, his semen shooting into her open mouth in thick ropes. Belle gulped it down eagerly, not missing a drop. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, watching as the teenage girl acted like a porn star, her lips smacking as she swallowed his load, letting a small amount dribble out the side of her mouth and fall onto her tits.

When he finished, Belle released his shaft and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Mmm,” she said, bringing her tit up to her mouth and licking the cum off it. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen a hotter sight in my life. The teenager could have put half the porn industry out of business.

“Good slut,” O’Neill groaned, letting go of her hair. “You’re a good slut.”

Belle smiled at him, licking her lips as she sucked his cock clean. She was still blushing, her cheeks turning pink, but despite the fact she hadn’t cum, she looked so incredibly contented.

“Come on,” I said, the huge smile on my partners face rankling me for reasons I didn’t completely understand. “We should go.”

Belle blinked twice. “Where are my parents?”

“Ben’s recital,” my partner replied instantly, and a look of sadness appeared on the teenage girl’s face. “We said we’d stay and keep an eye on you.”

“Well,” she said, giving my partner’s soft, glistening cock an appreciative glance. “Thank you very much, but I think I’ll be all right from here.”

I expected my partner to nod, pull his pants up, and accompany me downstairs. We still had half the street to canvas—and despite what he’d just done to the teenage girl, I still wanted O’Neill’s opinion on whatever was going on with this family.

But, once more, I he surprised me with his response.

“I don’t know about that...” he said, his eyes travelling up and down the young woman’s body. She’d done nothing to cover her nudity, and her big tits and smooth skin were still on full display. “We promised your parents we’d take care of you...and I just don’t feel like you’re taken care of.”

“I’m taken care of,” Belle replied firmly, her huge lashes fluttering at the older man’s attention. “I promise.”

O’Neill held up one hand, and Belle fell silent immediately, a shiver running through her body as she did. “Young lady,” he drawled, “I am an officer of the law. I will be the one to decide when you’re taken care of; I wouldn’t be doing my duty if I didn’t make sure to...explore every nook and cranny.”

Belle bit her lip, her eyes shining with lust at my partner’s confident tone of voice.

“I assure you,” she began, but she trailed off as O’Neill slowly lowered himself to his knees. He placed a hand on each of the young woman’s milky-white thighs and spread them firmly, exposing her cunt to his hungry eyes. “You don’t have to...you really don’t...oh!”

The teenage girl’s objections died in her throat as my partner leaned forward, softly blowing on her wet slit.

“Noooo,” she whined, reminding me of her mother’s earlier objection. “Please. Please. I don’t want you to...I don’t want...”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as O’Neill leaned forward, clamping his mouth over her clit. I couldn’t see exactly what was happening, but Belle moaned loudly at whatever he was doing, closing her eyes as she tilted her head back.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh, fuck! Oh, god! Yes!”

O’Neill gave her pussy a few more licks, then pulled back. “What were you saying, babe?”

“N-nothing,” she said, her voice a needy tremble. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please...”

“Well,” O’Neill said, licking his lips. “If you insist.”

He leaned forward once more, and Belle wrapped her legs around his neck, blocking my view. As he gleefully ate her out, her hands moved to her breasts, roughly squeezing her nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching them lightly until the girl’s nipples grew even harder than before.

“God,” she sighed. “I’m a slut. I’m a slut. My daughter is—oh!—such a slut...”

Her last statement caused my forehead to crease, but before I could think too hard about it, my partner’s fingers slipped under her ass, and he lifted her up.

Considering how much time we spent sitting in a car (and, yes, eating donuts—some stereotypes are sadly true) O’Neill was in surprisingly good shape. Using a strength I didn’t know he had, he repositioned the teenage girl so that he was laying flat on his back on her bed while she ground her pussy on his face.

It was quite a sight. Belle’s back was arched, her huge tits bouncing as she rode my partner’s mouth, her long blonde hair fanning out behind her, her thighs twitching and quivering with pleasure. Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth open, moaning loudly as my partner sucked her pussy.

She continued her dirty-talk all the while: moaning, begging him to keep going, to finger her, to fuck her, to cum on her.

“I want to be your slut,” she mewled. “I want to cum on your face. I’m just a teenager. Just a teenager, being eaten out—oh, god!—by a cop.”

I couldn’t see my partner’s face as he continued his work between her legs, making her moan and shudder with every stroke. But I could see his cock, growing back to its full hardness. With one hand, he reached up and grabbed Belle’s hand, moving it to his erection. As she began eagerly stroking him once more, he moved his hand up, grabbing her tit roughly.

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped. “Oh, fuck! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Just as it looked like the teenager’s peak was about to hit, O’Neill surprised both of us, grabbing her hips and lifting her off his face.

“Noooo,” she whined. “No no no no no no...”

He ignored her protests, instead placing her on her front on the bed, her legs splayed wide. Her big tits were squashed against her mattress, and her wet, pink pussy was visible between her spread legs.

“What are you doing?” she moaned. “Please. Please. Just wanna cum. Just wanna...make Belle cum. Make your good girl cum. Please, Daddy...”

My eyebrows shot up. I glanced at O’Neill, to see his reaction to the girl’s outburst.

It immediately became clear that my partner wasn’t thinking like a cop. At least, not the kind of cop I wanted to be.

He moved his cock to her pink slit and began slowly running it up and down the young girl’s glistening pussy-lips.

“Do you want Daddy to fuck you?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. “Want me to fuck you? Do you want Daddy’s big cock inside your teen pussy?”

Belle moaned loudly, her eyes closed again, her fingers digging into her pillow. She seemed to be lost in desire, her head resting on her crossed arms.

“Shouldn’t...” she panted. “Shouldn’t be...”

“Tell Daddy to fuck you,” O’Neill said. This time it was an order, not a question. “Tell Daddy to fuck you like the little slut you are.”

“Can’t!” Belle replied, her hips bucking helplessly. “Not allowed. Can’t...mustn’t...”

My partner reached out to grab her hair, pulling her head back.

“Then tell me what you want, baby girl,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “You know you can’t say no to Daddy.”

A shiver ran through Belle’s body, but she didn’t reply, her eyes still tightly shut.

“She said no,” I gasped, as if I had a leg to stand on. As if my voice had any weight in this situation. I’d watched as O’Neill had cum in a teenage girl’s mouth. I’d watched as he’d forced his head between her legs, as he’d thrown her around her bed like a ragdoll.

I was armed. Not just with my gun, but with non-lethal ways of stopping people as well. I could have stopped what was happening at any point.

But I hadn’t. And I think O’Neill knew what I wasn’t even able to admit to myself: that I wasn’t going to do anything.

That I was just going to stand there and watch as he fucked the teenage girl, regardless of what she said.

“Tell me,” O’Neill ordered. “You know you’re a bad girl. Tell Daddy what you want. And I’ll give it to you.”

He pushed two fingers into Belle’s tight, soaking hole, eliciting another loud moan from the teenager.

“I don’t want...” she whimpered. Belle was breathing hard now, her entire body flushed. Her body was quivering; it almost looked as though she was crying, but I knew she wasn’t.

She was shaking with want. The young woman’s body was non-verbally screaming to be fucked, even if she couldn’t admit it.

“Daddy’s going to fuck you,” my partner warned, his fingers sawing in and out of her. She was trembling with every movement, her whole body tense. “He’s going to fuck you ‘til you beg for it.”

Belle’s breath came out in short gasps. She was moaning louder and louder.

“Say it,” O’Neill barked. “Say it.”

When she spoke, the teenager’s words came out in a jumble: “Daddy’s gonna fuck me. Daddy’s going to use his little girl. Daddy’s going to—oh! Daddy’s going to fuck Belle...”

Those words—or perhaps the lustful tone with which they were delivered—were apparently enough for my partner. He withdrew his fingers, Belle moaning in need as he did, and positioned himself between her legs. As Belle lay prone, my partner slowly began sliding his thick cock into her. She gasped as he entered her, her eyes opening wide with shock.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you,” he rumbled, giving her a rough squeeze.

“Fuck,” Belle moaned. “Fuck Daddy.”

As he thrust forward, filling her tight pussy, my partner started talking dirty again.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby girl,” he growled. “So nice and wet. And your teen pussy is perfect for Daddy’s big cock.”

“Teen pussy,” Belle replied, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Teen pussy for Daddy.”

“You want Daddy’s big cock deep inside your teen cunt?” he demanded, his grip tightening on her hair. “You want Daddy to fill your pussy full of his warm cum? You want Daddy to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until you can’t think straight anymore?”

I’d known my partner had a dirty mind and a big mouth, but I’d never expected anything like this to come out of his mouth. I wanted to be disturbed by it, but the sight in front of me was so hot, the entire situation so unrelentingly erotic; his words only served to magnify it, to somehow make it even hotter.

“You want Daddy to fuck your teen pussy?” he repeated. “Tell me!”

Belle shook her head, looking like she wanted to protest. To deny his words.

But she couldn’t. Not when he was fucking her. Not when he was driving his dick into her so deep and fast, so forcefully.

At last, she admitted what we all knew was true. She voiced the dirty thoughts we all knew she was having.

“Yes,” she grunted. “Fuck me. Fill me up, Daddy. Fuck my teen pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me! Use me, Daddy! Use your little girl. Use me for Daddy’s pleasure.”

O’Neill began working his dick in and out of her faster, thrusting deeply into her pussy as his balls slapped against her ass. His pace was relentless, so strong that I feared he might hurt her. But Belle moaned each time he buried himself inside her, her eyes squeezed shut as she made noises like a porn star, her voice rising and falling as she begged him to fuck her.

I’d been told that I was good in bed, but this...this was something else. I almost felt like I should be taking notes. I knew that I’d never fuck the same way again.

All of a sudden, O’Neill pulled out. I couldn’t help but look at his cock as it hit the light, glistening with Belle’s juices. She let out a long, loud moan of need.

Grabbing her hips, my partner pulled the girl up until she was on all fours. He positioned himself behind her, pushing her legs open with his knees. Without a word, he slid his cock back into her pussy, filling her up with one long stroke.

I couldn’t help myself. As I watched the sight in front of me, I undid my belt. I unbuttoned my pants and lowered them, pulling out my erection.

I’d never seen anything so hot in my life. Belle on her knees, her tits swaying back and forth with every thrust, O’Neill’s pubic hair slamming against her ass. The look on her face: ecstasy. Pure, uninhibited bliss.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Daddy’s gonna fuck Belle. Fuck me good.”

My cock was rock hard as I wrapped my hand around it, stroking myself as I watched the cop fuck the teenager. It was so hot watching him pull her hair, slapping her ass so hard that I thought he might bruise her.

“Harder,” she mewled, whimpering as he slammed her pussy full force. “Daddy fuck Belle. Daddy fuck Belle so hard. So hard Daddy. So hard...”

He did as she asked, starting to fuck her harder than I’d ever imagined anyone would be able to fuck. Belle’s tits bounced wildly with every thrust, and her eyes went glassy with pleasure as he took her. He was still wearing the upper half of his police uniform, his badge reflecting the light with every thrust.

And then, without warning, O’Neill’s hips bucked, and he groaned loudly.

“I’m cumming,” he panted, grabbing Belle’s breasts roughly. “Cumming in your teen pussy.”

I saw the moment when Belle realized what was happening. Her eyes widened in shock, and then she arched her back, her eyes closing as she screamed.

She was cumming. He was cumming. And, despite the fact that I’d only just started touching myself, I was cumming too.

The sight of the two of them, O’Neill’s hips moving in and out of her, Belle’s gorgeous body wracked with pleasure, was more than enough to trigger my own orgasm. It was sudden and intense, almost violent. I cried out, my body shuddering as I came hard, spurting cum onto the teenage girl’s floor.

Belle was screaming so loudly that I worried that the neighbors would hear. Her eyes were closed as her body shook, her mouth open as she cried out in pleasure.

Then, all of a sudden, the noise stopped. She stopped screaming, and I could barely hear her as she whispered her final words.

“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Cum in me. Fill me up. Fill me up with Daddy’s cum.”

With that, she collapsed, her whole body going limp.

I stood there in shock, my hand still wrapped around my cock. I couldn’t believe it. My partner had just fucked a teenage girl. He’d come inside her. My partner, a cop of twenty years, had just filled a teenage girl with his seed, fucking her so hard that she’d been unable to move.

“Jesus Christ!” I heard myself say. My voice sounded far away, as though someone else were speaking. O’Neill had a dopey look on his face.

“Damn,” he said with a chuckle, reaching down and giving Belle another firm smack on the ass. She wriggled slightly in response, like someone who didn’t want to be woken up from a nap.

“What the hell was that?” I snapped, and O’Neill threw me a half-smile.

“You’re one to talk,” he said, pointing at the trail of cum in front of me.

“ _Fuck_ ,” I said.

O’Neill pulled out of the girl’s wetness with a grunt; she let out another moan of need. He responded by once more slapping her ass, and she countered with another wiggle.

“You want a turn?” he asked, cocking his head at the naked girl in front of him on the bed. My eyebrows shot up.

“No!” I hissed.

“Your loss,” he shrugged, getting off the bed and making his way to his pants.

“O’Neil,” I said, pulling my own pants up. “You have to admit; there’s something fucked up going on here.”

“I agree,” he said, looking me in the eyes. “What kind of a man has the opportunity to tap _that_ and turns it down?“

“The parents,” I continued, ignoring him. “They were acting weird.”

“People act weird around cops,” he shrugged. He glanced back at Belle once more and grinned. “Sometimes in a good way.”

“And the whole ‘Daddy’ thing?”

O’Neill lumbered across the room to me, as though he’d expended all his energy on the teenage girl. He slapped a hand on my shoulder, and I almost buckled under the weight.

“My boy, that was not the first woman who wanted to call me Daddy, and it certainly won’t be the last.”

I shook his hand off. “There’s something more going on here,” I insisted. “You have to see it.”

“The only strange thing going on here,” he said with a sad sigh, “is that you’d rather cum by your hand than the hot piece of teenage ass in front of us.”

I shook my head stubbornly. “You’re wrong,” I insisted. “There’s something going on here. I’m going to find out what it is, and...”

“No, you won’t.”

O’Neill and I both snapped our heads around, like puppets controlled by the same piece of string. Belle was back up, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was buck-naked, but had a strange confidence to her, one that I’d never seen in someone so young.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she said, standing up and walking towards us. Her breasts bobbed with each step, but I couldn’t look away from her eyes. It took me a minute to work out what she reminded me of—she wasn’t acting like a teenage girl, even a particularly precocious one.

She was acting like a middle-aged woman insisting on a refund. And if she didn’t get one, by gum, she was going to talk to the manager.

“You’re going to leave my parents alone,” she said, standing between us. As she looked at my partner, I couldn’t help myself, my eyes darting down to her body. Her huge, firm tits. Her perfect ass.

“You’re going to give up on whatever wild theory you’ve concocted. You’re going to leave this house and never return. You’re never going to bother us again.”

“Oh yes?” O’Neill asked, one eyebrow raised in bemusement. “And if we don’t?”

“As soon as you leave,” the teenage girl continued, “I’m going to head downtown. I’m going to find a police station—one outside your jurisdiction—and I’m going to ask for a rape kit.”

Once more, I saw something that I’d never seen before. Something that I never thought I’d see.

My partner, speechless.

“You both know how it works,” Belle continued coolly. “They’ll find bruising. Signs of forced entry. Indications that I was fucked. _Hard_. And inside me...“

It was the strangest thing I’d ever seen. A teenager, speaking like a Karen, confidently assuring us what was going to happen next...reaching between her legs, coating one finger in my partners juices (mixed with her own) and bringing it to her mouth, where she slowly slid it into her mouth.

Hot as hell, while also terrifying. I didn’t know what to think.

“...they’ll find more than enough DNA to work out who did this to me.” She gestured to the floor in front of me, stained with my semen. “Not to mention...”

Cocking one hip, the teen girl looked back and forth between us.

“Any questions?”

O’Neill shook his head. He was staring at her, slack-jawed.

A smug smile came across Belle’s face.

“Good,” she said breezily, before turning away and slowly beginning to walk back to her bed. She was still completely naked, and my eyes were drawn to her perfect ass: round, smooth, pale, pert. So firm. So fuckable.

O’Neill glanced at me, and in a moment I could tell exactly what he was thinking.

If he were to kill someone, I knew I’d intervene. I’d arrest him. I’d have to. Especially a defenseless teenage girl.

Especially the hottest piece of ass I’d ever seen.

I couldn’t let him get away with it. Not murder. Not even when we were being blackmailed. Not even when the victim-to-be could destroy our careers.

Our lives.

I’d stop him before things got that far. I’d have to.

Right?

“Oh,” Belle said, as soon as she reached the bed. “And in case you were thinking of cutting off any loose trails before I get a chance...”

She pulled up her phone, and my eyes widened as I saw the photo she’d taken. Me and O’Neill, in her bedroom. Me, pantless; O’Neill, barely dressed. It was clear in the picture who we were. It was clear _where_ we were.

“What did you...—” O’Neill began, but the teenage girl held up a hand, and he fell silent.

“It’s on the cloud now,” she explained simply. “You could kill me, destroy my phone, try to delete all the local copies...but if I disappear, you better believe my parents will find that picture on the cloud.”

Again, O’Neill looked at me. Again, I knew exactly what he was trying to say, without him saying a word.

He had no idea how the cloud worked, and neither did I. But we couldn’t risk it.

“We leave your parents alone,” O’Neill said in a low rumble, after a long pause. I knew he’d been weighing up all the possible options—I had, and I couldn’t find an alternative.

We had to do what the young girl said.

“...and those pictures never see the light of day,” Belle continued.

Crap. PictureS? Plural?

There was a long look between the two of them, and eventually O’Neill held out his hand.

“Deal,” he said, with a curt nod.

“There’s nothing else you want?” I asked, unable to stop myself. My partner shot me a dirty look, but Belle turned on her smile, and—not for the first time that night—I couldn’t help but admire her beauty.

Even if she’d been fully clothed. Even if I’d not just watched her give an incredible handjob, blowjob, and have hotter sex than the best porn star in the world.

“One more thing,” she said softly. My heart racing in my chest as she looked back and forth between us. “My parents will still be another hour or two. While they’re gone, you could...”

The teenage girl slowly spread her legs, and my gaze was drawn to the pink glistening slit between her legs.

“...take care of me?” she finished, biting her lip coquettishly.

O’Neill glanced at me with a patriarchal grin.

“I’m spent,” he said with a half-shrug. “You’re going to have to be the one...taking care of her.”

I was torn. On one hand, this was a potential rape victim. A teenage girl, almost a decade younger than me. I was a police officer, sworn to uphold the law, to protect citizens. I’d never taken advantage of my position before, and I had no interest in starting now.

On the other hand...

I reached up, and began unbuttoning my shirt.

“Young lady,” I said, taking a step towards her. Her eyes lit up with desire at my approach, at the authoritative tone in my voice. “I’m going to do everything I can to protect you. And god help me...I’m probably going to enjoy it.”

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