Lara’s uniform looked a bit dated and worn out—contrarily to the person wearing it. Behind her, Ben pushed the apartment door shut and locked it.

“So, Officer,” he said with a lewd tone in his voice, “are you here to join in on the fun?”

All she managed was an approving chuckle and a nervous nod that soon made way to a big smile from the possibilities that unfolded in her mind. In an attempt to maintain character, she widened her stance, arms akimbo, and narrowed her eyebrows while her pupils gave away her obvious struggle not to look down. The effect was rather comical, more than anything else.

“Will you just look at her?” Chris giggled. “Ms. Police Academy memorabilia...”

Lara blushed, her poor performance seen through so easily—no need to mention the uniform was probably about twice as old as her and, as such, several generations of standard issue garments outdated.

“Oh my, and what a beautiful baton she has,” Ben chimed in. “Just look at how long and hard it is.” He knelt before her and gently touched the hard rubber shaft while looking up to her with big eyes. “Do you think she’ll spank us with it? For being bad boys?”

Chris stepped closer too, right next to his kneeling roommate and pulled the latter’s head right to his crotch. “It’s so thick. I bet she’ll shove it up my front hole,” Chris said, moaning as Ben obediently lapped the mixture of molten butter and boy-pussy juice, “while you fuck my ass again.”

Lara didn’t know how to react. She wasn’t sure whether to appreciate that the boys were playing along with her poor act, be ashamed of her feeble attempt at deception (and, quite possibly, wondering why she hadn’t just knocked without the disguise), or simply enjoy the overt invitation and display of affection. All of those at the same time seemed to put her thinking to a grinding halt and a trembling lock on her jaw.

Smirking through a mouth stained with dairy grease and Chris’ natural lubrication, Ben stood up again and cupped Lara’s face. He grinned at her invitingly. All she managed was an insecure, crooked smile—and an expression of surprise when his face contorted in pleasure. Unnoticed by both, Chris had fallen to his knees, and his nose was now connected to Ben’s belly button, the growing erection snaking its way down his throat, albeit not yet becoming fully hard.

Lara looked down, mouth open wide in both shock and awe over how easily Chris schlucked Ben’s dick all the way, then back at Ben’s face as if looking for explanations.

“Your dick tastes so good when it’s all buttered up,” Chris marveled after extracting his roommate’s cock from his mouth, obviously not caring that a cobweb of phlegm still connecting his face to it, "and fresh out of my ass." He looked up with big eyes, batting his eyelashes. Finally, he collected the thread before it snapped and spread it over Ben’s still-recovering erection before getting up and joining his friend in the permagrin contest.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Chris sighed, moving a stray strand of hair from Lara’s face and tugging it behind her ear. He then traced her jawline with his index and moved closer to close the gap between the two. “...our upstairs neighbor.”

Lara blushed a deeper shade of red and didn’t respond.

Ben intervened, “Bro, we can’t have you stain our guest’s precious uniform. She is on duty, after all.”

Chris, too, kept up the charade. “Does this mean she’ll keep it on during the whole act?” He waited for her reaction which came as an insecure chuckle and weak nodding with big, glistening eyes looking into his. “Mmm, I like that.”

Lara was slightly startled when she felt Ben’s hands undoing her uniform jacket’s zipper. From behind. She had not noticed him moving there. Slowly, tooth by tooth, the slider glided down over the bulge of her breasts while Ben’s lips softly caressed her neck, giving her goosebumps on her nape. Her breath became more labored when he nibbled on her ear and the zipper neared her belly button.

Her guard of shame came undone along with her boobs when the zipper reached that point. Bountiful flesh spilled over bra cups way down the alphabet, leaving Chris gawking, mouth agape.

Ben noticed his friend’s brain short-circuiting and took the lead, grinning amusedly. He slid his right hand up to her neck and whispered in her ear, “Such beautiful tits. Can we play with them?” His voice was laden with intent, but, being a good-mannered person, he awaited her reply. She nodded again but affirmed her approval with an ‘uh-huh’ as well.

Ben slid his hands below her breasts and held them up to offer to the still-speechless Chris.

“Here, bro. You heard the officer. Sink your face between those jiggly boobs already.”

All Chris was capable of was nodding wordlessly with his eyes transfixed on the inviting flesh before he obeyed his friend’s orders. The goo on his face anointed the inviting crevice with a gleaming luster.

Lara gasped. Ben made her turn her head so he could kiss her on the lips. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues found each other in a sensual battle for a mixture of juices whose individual components became increasingly difficult to keep track of.

Content with the result of his mammary affection, Chris said, “Your boobs are so shiny and slippery from all the butter and cum, officer.”

Lara and Ben broke their make-out session. She bit her lip when her eyes scanned, first, Ben’s face and then Chris’. She followed his gaze to her boobs that were, indeed, stained with various fluids. She chuckled in regained confidence, especially when she noticed Ben’s appendage slowly morphing from still somewhat noodly to its full glory.

“Well, what’s this then?” she parodied the stereotypical British officer, pointing at the tumescent half-mast. “Indecent exposure? I’m afraid I will have to take you two boys in.”

They both nodded enthusiastically, sporting boyish smirks.

“So first, let me frisk you,” Lara said, producing a pair of lab gloves from her pocket. She slowly lowered herself on her knees in front of Ben’s pole while Chris positioned himself behind her. From there, Chris gently pulled open her uniform blouse further to allow Ben to slide his cock between her lustrous globes that she held up for him invitingly.

Ben tentatively let his erection disappear between her tits, amazed that they actually wrapped all the way around his shaft, all the while making sure not to sully her garments.

She chuckled, “Aren’t you two good boys?” earning herself another giggle. “Thank you for your cooperation."

She took Chris’ hands and placed them on either side of her boobs, motioning him to pump his roommate for her.

“Any attempt at resistance will be met with the necessary force,” she purred as she reached around Ben’s waist to finger his backdoor. “I’m afraid I must conduct a full body search on you.”

Ben moaned encouragingly as his ass was being probed with pleasing dexterity. He had to adjust his stance so as not to lose balance. Chris watched his face contort in pleasure from the combined sensation of getting his dick tit-pumped and the prostate massage.

Just as Ben was about to reach his peak—prematurely for her taste—Lara extracted her finger from his ass. Chris let her plump breasts fall into their natural, slight sag and stepped back, allowing her to stand up.

As she inspected her formerly probing finger, she commented, “Looks like you’re clean. Guess I’ll have to extract the confession from you boys some other way.”

She removed her gloves. “Hands on the wall, legs spread, both of you!" she firmly ordered.

The boys complied obligingly.

Baton in hand, she said, “Such good boys, you two.” She landed a gentle slap on Chris’ buttocks, making him giggle. “With such pretty butts.” A soft spank landed on Ben’s posterior, and he joined his friend in the lighthearted expression of delight. “Just made to be disciplined.” The truncheon firmly connected once more with each butt cheek, earning Lara gratifying hisses and gasps.

Reaching between his legs, she ever so softly tapped Ben’s balls with the tip of the baton. “Will you be a good boy and fuck your flatmate in the ass for me?” she asked. “While I stuff his boy-cunt with my police stick?”

Both boys moaned in unison at the prospect of this much pleasure.

“Turn around, kneel and open your mouth wide,” ordered Lara. “I need to inspect your oral cavity.” Pause for effect. “...and you to lube up my stick with your throat-slime.”

She turned to Chris. “And you,” she nodded towards the opened and half-molten pack of butter she could see lying on the bed in Ben’s room, “be a good boy and fetch me that butter—or do you have any honey perchance?”

“Honey?” the boys replied in a choir.

“Yes, it makes for perfect lube,” she retorted. “But the cheap fake one. The one that won’t crystallize because it’s cut with glucose syrup. We keep a huge stash of it in our evidence room just in case.”

Grinning, Chris obeyed and jumped to the kitchen as well as the bedroom. He returned, golden plastic bottle as well as the wrapper of dairy grease in hand, wearing a goofy smirk. Amazed, he watched Ben gulping down her rubber stick with surprising ease.

“Butter...” Lara tsk-ed. “Stoners will be stoners.”

“Butter is love,” the boys chorused back, although Ben mainly contributed with unintelligible gurgling.

“Oh, I can see that,” Lara replied. “And we’ll put that and the honey to good use too.”

She dug her fingers into the soft heap and scooped a healthy amount of it (or un-healthy, depending on who is your dietician). Looking Ben in the eyes, she coated his dick and balls with it while he was still lubing up the baton with his phlegm. Once done, she drizzled a copious string of honey on the buttery hardness too.

Feeling neglected, Chris got a bit skittish. Picking up Chris’ growing restlessness, Lara told Ben to hand her the now well-coated mace and go fetch the sturdiest chair from the kitchen and sit on it.

With an erection hard enough to drill holes again, glistening with an emulsion of lactic fats and succulent amber, Ben sat down, allowing Lara to cuff his hands behind the backrest.

Lara turned to Chris. “Now sit your ass on his dick,” she ordered. “I want to see how he disappears in your backdoor.”

Giggling, Chris complied. His ass still dilated from the boys’ previous fuck-session, he accepted his friend’s cock inside him with ease.

He was already losing himself in the feeling of fullness when Lara snickered, “Look at you, you little three-hole boy slut.” She gave his hair a hefty yank. “Now quit squirming so I can stuff that puffy boy-cunt of yours too, my needy little whore.”

Chris mewed in protest as a renewed stream of juices trickled from between his engorged labia, but he was immediately silenced by a hand covering his mouth and nostrils. “Stop yammering. We will fill you up just fine,” chided Lara. “My little impatient boy,” she added, ruffling his hair before pecking his forehead.

She used the tip of her baton to trace the outlines of Chris’ front hole, making sure to brush his boy-clit ever so slightly. Every time, Chris’ body jerked more until she slapped his nub firmly with the stick.

“Hold still, will you?” she ordered.

Chris hissed in response, and Ben moaned when Chris cramped up his sphincters as the only allowed sink for his spasms.

“And don’t you come too early, bozo,” Lara warned Ben.

She then shoved her stick into Chris’ hungry vacant hole. With the help of Ben’s spit and Chris’ wild mixture of fluids seeping out, it went in with ease despite the added constriction.

The sudden double penetration broke Chris’ resolve to control himself. The drawn-out expletive that left his mouth turned into a throaty gargling as Lara slid her baton in and out of his cunt mercilessly. Unable to control his body, Chris tried to match Lara’s rhythm, making him jump up and down on Ben’s cock. The latter chimed in on the vocal cacophony, being at the mercy of his roommate’s thrashing.

“And now,” Lara chuckled, producing a new pair of latex gloves from her uniform trousers, “I shall resume that body search.”

She let the rubber snap against her wrist before she undid the handcuffs. Then, she scooped another generous helping of the molten love, added some more honey facsimile to it and made her hands slick with the combined goo.

Cautiously, she motioned Ben to sit on the edge of the chair while leaning backward. Once he was in position, she knelt down and resumed baton-fucking Chris’ front hole with one hand while her other fondled Ben’s perineum, inching closer to his brown star.

When she dipped the tip of her finger in, Ben moaned. Her digits oily from the golden emulsion, she easily slid in first one, then two fingers knuckle-deep, quickly finding his prostate. She felt his hips convulse on her fingers while Chris was maintaining his own rhythm on the cock and stick that were filling his holes.

“Chris?” Lara said, deliberately slurring her words, “you don’t happen to have a strap-on handy, do you?”

“Feeldoe,” Christ gasped between labored breaths, “Nightstand.”

Grinning, Lara, much to his chagrin, vacated Ben’s anus. As per Chris’ instructions, she found the strapless device in his nightstand’s drawer. She inspected the vibrating bullet lodged inside it and turned it on tentatively. It felt pleasantly powerful in her hand. Content with the result, she gave a sharp whistle to get the boys’ attention. Lost in their own little world of pleasure, they seemed to have utterly forgotten about her altogether, in all of thirty-odd seconds.

Feeling slightly left out, she come hither-ed them with her index finger.

With a calm but commanding voice, she instructed, “Chris, on the bed, on your knees, chest down, ass up so we can see that spankable butt of yours. Ben, hand me that mace and fuck his ass for me again, will you?”

The boys happily complied and resumed their copulation while Lara lost her uniform trousers as well as her properly soaked-through panties and threw them onto a heap. She then inserted the Feeldoe’s thick anchor into her vagina, shivering when the bulb slipped into her, pressing on her G-spot. She dialed a medium vibration setting and knelt behind Ben and applied a generous drizzle of honey on the phalloid toy.

Ben, when feeling two hands on his buttocks, stopped his slow pace on his roommate, preparing himself to be fucked just the same. His entrance easily gave way, but when the Feeldoe’s head bade passage through his sphincter, he moaned in pleasure.

With ease, Lara’s hips connected with Ben’s butt. He tried to move back and forth to escape the overstimulation on both ends, only to feel his sensory nerves turn his brain into sex-stultified soup.

The three soon fell into a steady rhythm of back-and-forth motions accompanied by a dissonant wailing of moans and encouraging curses. It culminated in Lara pushing against Ben’s derrière with a shuddering orgasm aided by the vibration on her clit. This, in turn, sent Ben into the pure bliss of a prostate massage that made him fill his roommate’s rectum with his steaming spunk. Aided by Lara’s and Ben’s double thrust, Chris, too, climaxed in an assgasm that sent him to the stars while his bladder was emptied on the bedsheets in jets that pulsated with his orgasm.

Out of breath, the three collapsed on the pool of Chris’ orgasmic fluids into an entangled mess of sweaty limbs.

After a while of giggling, cuddling, tired kisses, soft caresses and basking in the orgasmic afterglow, Ben gasped, “Shower.” He barely managed to mouth the two syllables without zonking out into his postcoital doze.

“Sure,” Chris replied, trying to stand up on his wobbly legs. He grabbed the grinder and ribs. “How about a doobie first, though? The water just feels so nice on the skin when you’re high.”

Lara grinned at him.

Suddenly, static from Lara’s walkie-talkie. After a few seconds of crackling and three pairs of eyes looking at it, puzzled, it went off: “Cadet! Were you able to secure the analytical reference sample? Over!”