No Protection

Young and Old mayhem started with a toothbrush!

White-collar creative accounting crime and excessive laundering of money to tax havens offshore sounds like the sort of unacceptable societal transgression that most of us initially think, well fuck the tax department; they are screwing the rest of us anyway, so cheers to anyone with the balls to try to stay one step ahead of them.

However, when it turns nasty, and those internal revenue bloodhounds scent millions not helping the government keep pace with health, welfare and their own tax departments burgeoning empire of collectors, someone on the inside usually squeals, rats out, snitches or supergrass before their arse catches fire and they end on the wrong side of the cell bars for years.

In this case, it was petite Evangeline, whose name in Greek means bringer of good news; she had Mediterranean heritage, gorgeous olive skin, brunette shoulder curly locks and dark chocolate melty eyes to round out her overall personal package.

Her chest was packing it due to recent costly but awesomely well-done breast enhancement, raising her chest cuties to seriously sexily voluptuous, and she had a wriggling booty to die for.

We haven't finished just yet: her coochie, well, you're going to have to wait… just a little while for the detail… below.

Eva didn't keep anyone guessing about her secret personal package for long, nor will this tale.

Eva was actually on the inside running of a significant tax avoidance syphoning scheme. Her current, now ex-boyfriend, chartered accountant, Lawrence, who was ingenious and creative with the figures, hiding hundreds of millions; now none of this was bothering our cute Hellenic girl, who happened to have been born on the island of Lesbos, but was actually as straight, as a curvy girl can be.

She had never considered going down between a girlfriend's legs like she had on most guys she knew.

Eva was keeping Lawrence's cock happy. Lawrence was spending big on Eva, lots of jewellery, fine dining, hotel penthouse suites, champagne and spas; life was fucking good, actually, in the high fast lane.

Till Lawrence, loaded with too much cash, as his share in the obscene amounts being laundered, took on a mistress as well. A woman scorned is a woman on the phone to the tax department.

Lawrence got a whiff of trouble and shot through to one of those non-extradition places with the mistress and a suitcase of cash —the bastard.

Evangeline was literally left in the firing line, right in the crosshairs. However, there wasn't a pair of hairs anywhere private on her body.

An Aegean girl by birth but entirely Brazilian on her body — by preference.

Eva was the government's key witness in bringing the miscreants who hadn't got on planes fast enough and now had lawyers arguing they were only legitimately minimising expenses or were still technically within the law.

Longbow stretches here, but they could afford narky, nitpicky tax legislation, worded-up lawyers.

The problem was that their international connections were not soft, and someone was going down.

Somehow, it ricocheted around and kicked back right on young Eva.

So our cutie had been coochie starved for over a week now, whiling away days in complete witness protection as we get to see her in action.

Witness protection is all about protocols.

Eva was bored to numbness.

Eva was sex-starved.

She was so sexually coiled that she wasn't aware she was squeezing her legs together to get a ripple of pleasure.

Also, she realised she would miss her regular full Brazilian appointment and had been reduced to keeping everything tidy below herself with daily shaving the past few days.

It was always packaged takeaway food; the new shift brought Chinese or Burgers, by the looks on the pair starting their shift, being handed over the schedules. 

The protection program needed to familiarise themselves with a lean Mediterranean diet; Eva could have done it with a feta salad, not pizza again.

Lillian and Max, both detectives, introduced themselves tiredly. They looked physically rooted apart from their conspicuous overweight bodies and a bit jaded in life, possibly the wedding rings squeezing on their pudgy fingers as much as their current shit boring watch and protect the 'dumb bimbo' witness for the next eight hours till breakfast.

However, Lillian got an unexpected eyeful in the bathroom around midnight.

The forty-five-year-old matronly senior officer had thought their young charge, Eva, was asleep in her room, but she was… well, um…getting herself off on the toilet seat unabashed.

Her black nightie was up around her navel, and, um…err… her electric toothbrush bristles; were flicking with a whirling circular pace over her clitty's cowl covering.

The young woman's head way down in moaning self-absorbed concentration. She was having fun.

Eva had tried to sleep, but her coochie wouldn't let her…she needed a cock or her emergency vibrator but shit, she hadn't had time to pack it; in a rush moved to the safe hotel room.

Then she got one of those thoughts that are supplied by the little devil who sits just behind our shoulder…shit her toothbrush …well, let's see what it can do.

Well, to say her electric toothbrush was a surprise is putting it mildly; the spinning head had her in instant rapturous self-love. Shit, it was good, shit, it was intense, and shit — she knew she was going to cum hard from the first bristly touch.

Our star witness was seeing her own stars as her body gave her the big O — full on.

Eva's head was up as she fem-orgasmed with a loud "Ooh."

Her eyes glazed, her olive skin so super shiny.

She saw the detective with her fingers under her dress, touching herself.

The truth was, Lillian Green wasn't getting enough, and this raunchy young woman had set her off.

She wasn't a self-toucher; this was the first time in her life.

Man, it felt good. It was exciting. Still, she was ready for more. She wanted what the young woman was having.

Lillian's big bloomers were down, and Eva needed a body to share.

Lillian's body was obviously here and available.

Eva had to peel back a roll of stomach padding, but everything necessary for fun was in the right place and boy, did this mamma have a super clitty on her.

Evangeline had the mature woman naked; she had stripped an officer and was burrowing between her thighs, straight in — pussy munching, clit teasing and anal rimming.

Lillian was gasping in delight, feeling in the hands of a bisexual expert, not realising this was Eva's first girl-on-girl experience.

Eva knew her body and applied that knowledge to another woman—spot on idea.

Spot on — Lill's dot, too.

Then the imp, sitting on her shoulder, had the toothbrush in her hand, flicked on it, and buzzed around the big mamma's hard, engorged, exposed pinkish pearl.

It was an explosive pleasure for Lillian. The bristles ruffled with intensity like a guy's stubble over freshly shaved coochie.

Spurring, spiking and barbing in the most sensational waves of pure, personal, tickly delight.

The — mmm, this is fucking good — moment.

The Greek Miss was rimming the detective's hot arse using the toothbrush's whirring pulsations, hitting her so sensitive, delicate ring with vigour and scratching across her perineum with her fingernails at the same time. Poising her fingertips under the elastic skin ridge at the base of the mamma's exposed sex cave opening.

Copious fem moisture was seeping and spreading steadily.

Big Lil's pussy was fully percolated, and her internal filmy filter of fem-dew was ready for cock.

Max Hendricks wondered where Lil was and knocked on the young woman's bedroom.

It was empty.

Then what the fuck were the muffled stifled groans coming from the bathroom.

Sounded like groans!

Professionally, he knew the fine line between pleasure and pain.

Was it an intruder?

He drew his service revolver and kicked open the bathroom door.

'Freeze Arsehole,' was what Max intended to say.

Instead, for apparent reasons, —Hot Chocolate Slot — went through his mind.

His useless weapon was away, and his handy trouser gun was out and erect fast.

Max had been on the night shift too often recently. This was a way to make better use of time after midnight than the endless lifestyle of direct marketing television.

He was in Lillian's warm pussy slit before she caught her breath.

Wow — big mamma was happy now.

She was moaning in pleasure: "Oh yes…yes…oh…Max…more …deeper…you bastard…real deep and faster…oh yeah…oh yeah…oh god…oh fuck me."

Eva had the toothbrush, lucky it had a newish battery, working Max's perineum to delirium while her longish fingernail was teasing his butt crack.

This just led to Max pumping his senior officer deeper and faster.

We expect a lot from our personal discreet underwear privy equipment when it's operating in the open.

Wow, do they deliver a lot and frickin fast?

Especially with the sexual unexpected!

Your senior female work partner's hairy coochie exposed between their arse cheeks, a young olive-skinned brunette beauty licking your balls and rimming your arse with a fucking electric toothbrush.

You couldn't construct the reality — if you tried. Yet, it happened!

Max's overwhelming want and need were coalescing with immediate gratification. His cock was one happy pecker.

Big arsed, yes, but so sweet was Mamma Lil.

He filled her sweet, succulent, saucy slot fast.

Geez, was his cum load embedded deep, his jizz wad buried as deep as it's possible to get.

His sated cock finally flopped out of her fenced; gooed up; drippy, discharging, fleshy cleft as he pumped and pumped for additional male pleasure.

Our Big Mamma nearly collapsed on the bathroom floor under the most intense orgasm she had had in years.

"Oof ! OOh! Yeah! Orrgh!"

Eva still needed another orgasm here.

Her coochie was relaxed again after the toothbrush sexcapade. She grabbed Max by the hand. His cock wasn't going to be much use, but he was male and had fingers and a tongue.

Max was brought face to pussy quickly.

He took in the stunning witness's black satiny nightie resting on her soft stomach.

There was nothing else…no panties … her long brunette hair back…contrasting with the white vinyl sofa…everything else he saw was pink. Well, it dominated.

Her coral gash—and sitting at its apex—its bulging pea-sized hardness. This cherry cheeky tip loved to dispense delight and flood the body with ripples of carnal magic.

Max understood what he had to do — without being told what was required here.

His tongue was sweeping in broad openness over the skin shapes of her smooth shaved sexuality, parting the padded protective flesh to get to the compellingly inner sensitivity, the viscous, gossamer gash of wetness …her moisture hole waiting to be filled by his probing tongue.

Eva was the sort of woman you will never control, the kind of woman you can only hope to meet, the sort of young woman you dream of licking out and the woman you will never forget.

Max would recall this stunning sequence of sluttish licking and clitty nibbling… over and over in his future life.

Our Mediterranean beauty wanted to feel the squeeze on her nub. She had Max on the couch and was face-sitting.

This was ideal, too, as it allowed Lillian, who had recovered and got herself off the bathroom floor, to work Eva's super surgically enhanced mammaries.

Her nipples enjoyed a workout worthy of their imposing stiff status.

Wow, was Ms Eva's clit getting it?

She was a captive to its supplied pleasure, and Max was stroking it hard and fast. He was licking where the pleasure builds so rapidly — munching where the pleasure insists on continual craving.

Sweeping his tongue where the pleasure will encompass intense reciprocation.

Well, fuck me — thought our Mediterranean lass as her pussy was prised open by Max's fat happy regenerated cock.

Bloody reasonable effort for a guy at forty, but not surprising given the potential hole his best mate between his legs wanted to fill, no disrespect to Lil, whose pussy had been a revelation.

Our Greek isle lass greeted Max's pecker with her cunny skin flaps teasing his cock head for a delicious moment, the cowl of her clit, thrown back by itself as her cupid bud popped out with its expanding rigid energy to join the apparent super escalating fun.

This screw was now in the special category of the base energetic heart-surging fuck.

There is no protection for a young pussy against a cock assault of this magnitude.

Eva was way overdue for cock, and she was genuinely amazed at just how well any fuckin dick would do in your moment of absolute need.

Lil's frisking of her tits and her big mammy finger to the knuckle in her olive-skinned, puckered arsehole made the whole experience absolutely mind-blowing.

Our brunette's next climax of the wee hours unfolded out of pure, raw sexual lust.

"Ugh! Hngh! Ugh!"

Eva was raw to her bodily needs.

Max was raw to the deed.

Lil was raw to upping the frickin sensual speed on her tits.

Of course, it hit the rawer core — her beautiful, winking, puckered arsehole.

So tight but a gorgeous, glimmering, glazed sight because her pussy juices were dribbling down and circling her arsehole, cute wet fem-juices glistening in pleading globs, endowing her pink starfishes crinkled ring with decadent immediate need.

Three humans raw to need, raw to the deed, raw humanity frenzied together as Eva shot out copious personal; love liqueur from her over-excited coochie, a sensational female ejaculation that caught all three participants by surprise as her arsehole was cock hustled, hounded and superbly harassed. Prodded, spurred and goaded to deliver stunning bliss by the arse-load. That bitch Lil catching the last high fountain spray in her mouth.

It was Max's drilling of her shapely, tunnelled arse cavity, with his own jizzed groans, mingling with Eva's ecstatic, body shaking, ejaculating orgiastic moans that delivered her biggest climax — made even more outrageous as big Lil went the slurp with her broad tongue in the cum slurry around the olive lasses buggered gawp.

"Uugghh!"

Fuck did these three sleep well — including two officers on duty — right through to the morning changeover.

Eva wasn't surprised when Lil and Max were rostered on the night shift again three days later.

She would need a few distractions; the preliminary court hearing was still three weeks away.