Day 12 of quarantine. Cops catch me.

After that week things were going relatively well. Those infected with the virus continued to increase, but the general population had already learned to behave within what is expected of people during a quarantine. Supermarkets and essential stores remained open within established hours, there was no one wandering around the streets.

As I worked at the national library, I couldn't continue working so I stayed in my department alone with internet and gaining several extra kilos.

When another week passed things started to take their toll on me, sleeping until 4 am and waking up at 2 pm wasn't very convenient for my health. I felt tired almost all day. I hadn't spoken to anyone except those who brought me fast food deliveries. Money was never a problem for me but being away from my university friends left me in tremendous solitude.

All these factors were enough excuse for me to take the risk of going outside. After lunch, I left the department building, walked several streets and visited Raquel. I'll omit the details of the reunion saying it was one of the most pleasant afternoons I've had in my life, her company and conversation filled me up again.

As usually happens when one enjoys a good moment, time flew by. My precious friend's concern infected me. There were only 10 minutes left until 8 pm. I cursed myself for not paying attention, a curfew had been declared from 8 pm to 4 am and there were only 10 minutes left for me to walk the streets back to my department.

I'm sure you're wondering why I didn't stay that night at Raquel's, which in her concern she had begged me to do so, the answer is simple: I don't know. With total imprudence I left her department and headed home. Less than a block away from reaching the building when the police found me. A patrol car pulled up beside me and stopped, with two agents getting out and two staying inside.

What are you doing here, miss? You don't know you can't leave.

Hey... Hi, what's happening is that I went to the store but it was closed and I got late officially...

I lied with more nervousness than sense

My house is just around the corner...

I'm sorry, miss, but you'll have to come with us.

The rest was begging and scolding. I entered the patrol car and we turned back in the direction of the police station. I wasn't sure if I'd end up in a cell, it wasn't very likely, maybe they'd just scold me and give me a note on my police record. It wasn't something to be hopeful about, my situation as a foreigner could make everything worse.

My legs were trembling at the possibilities, sitting between two policemen in the back seat of a patrol car wasn't a good place to feel calm, especially if you're an offender. Blocked in my thoughts I experienced something quite strange, totally contradictory in that situation: excitement. Just like feeling slightly warm when watching a horror movie. Fear before danger is a mild aphrodisiac, and my heart, wanting to get out of my chest, just kept carrying that sensation throughout my body.

Are you sure there's no way they'll let me go, officers? I said with the softest and sluttiest voice a woman can have and begging again in that tone of a porn actress I begged once more - I promise I'll be a good girl.

There was nothing left to say, they looked at each other, we spoke in code about the tremendous shock they were going to give me and promised to let me go after giving me the punishment for behaving so badly.

The driver took us towards the center, where there was a huge park and a small thicket, but dense enough that no one would bother us, although no one was around the streets by the curfew that I broke.
I must admit that they had the kindness of setting up a comfortable mattress with their coats and uniforms, which the soft and dead underbrush eventually gave the final touch of comfort. I didn't resist too much at the place, didn't see anyone nearby, and the clearing they chose was quite decorated with streets.
I undressed quickly without any emotion while they were praising me. There were three of them, and the fourth stayed near the patrol boat as a lookout, since it seemed that he would use me in the end, as they talked about him being the rookie.
Those who read this already know me, I'm Eli, little Eli. My red hair fell on my back, and with the dim light of the moon and city streetlights filtering through the trees, it highlighted my white skin, short stature, and large breasts, giving me the sensual touch that I needed at that moment.
Apparently, it worked.
- Be gentle.
Those words were the spark that detonated the powder. The three of them rushed at me. Their hands explored every inch of my body. They fondled me as if they hadn't seen a woman in years, perhaps that was the case. I felt their hands between my legs, rubbing against my lips and entering them. I couldn't do much by then, I had already gotten very wet, so I let myself be carried away by their caresses. The three officers were quite tall, and one of them was practically a gentleman, unknown to me his rank. I was totally defenseless at their caresses, which was emphasized when one of them introduced a finger into my ass, giving a sudden jump of surprise but instantly being held back to feel another finger inside.
So quickly would they go for my small treasure, the situation was getting worse and worse. They kept putting extremities in my orifices for a few more minutes. Their cocks were so hard that when they hit my body, they pushed me instead of bending.
I fell to my knees when one of them, with sufficient attention to my clitoris, made a sudden orgasm take hold. From me. Immediately I found myself face to face with those three monumental cocks. I opened my mouth to start sucking, but instead of me doing the work, they were the ones who, in a hurry, were inserting one by one their penises into my mouth. I'm not sure if the same policeman who was giving me head was the one holding my head or if it was his companions who were restraining me, so I was orally fucked in what must have been the most brutal scene that forest clearing had seen. They didn't stop with my gagging. Each of them must have made me do at least two deep throat swallows. And I didn't escape having their testicles in my mouth. When one of them inserted his cock into my throat, the others would restrain and fondle me. Meanwhile, I had to masturbate them with my hands.

When they decided it was enough oral sex, I was still holding my jaw in pain. I couldn't close my mouth; a thread of saliva was dripping down to my breasts, which were as soaked as my entire face.

The next thing was a real orgy, where the only one who received was me. One by one, they lay down on the floor and one by one, I had to ride them. The two remaining ones were at my sides, and I had to take turns sucking their penis. My legs couldn't hold out much longer; it's not my specialty, and between the three of us, it lasted an eternity, when I'd grab onto something, another would lie down, and leave my cock to rest in my mouth. I rode them until I didn't feel my legs anymore. They hurt so much that I'm not sure if they hurt more than my other holes, since some of them passed from being in my vagina to being in my anus between rides. And by the end, I had no strength left to support myself, so the penetrations were total.

When it was obvious I couldn't move anymore, they moved themselves. They moved a lot.

I still had one of them under me, but this time it was he who with a violent movement of his hips was penetrating my vagina. In So many, another would position himself behind and taking hold of my waist wouldn't give an inch to my rear entrance. The third one was content with leaving half a cock in my mouth. The position only changed when all three were in my three openings. I could feel the flavor of my fluids mixed with theirs in my vagina, anus, and then mouth.

The final moment was the worst.

One of them complained about how tight his anus was and that joke led to the second one's idea. He was going to lubricate me. He put me on all fours and climbed up behind me, starting to penetrate me from behind. His penetrations were so rapid I couldn't help but scream, I was so deep in the floor that the officer didn't have to do anything except jump up and down and stick his cock between my cheeks.

I felt it so deep I thought I'd go crazy, I must have had the longest cock of the three. Since he was lubricating me with what I presumed would be his semen, he didn't hold back and increased speed without restraint. He let out all his weight when he came inside me. I felt the warm liquid inside, he must have cum by the bucketload. The problem was that it ended up so deep that when I pulled out my penis, the semen wasn't visible, so they made me sit down on my haunches and I had to push until the semen dripped out of my anus. The three were watching the spectacle and celebrated when the white liquid came out of me.

Since I was already lubricated, the one who complained about my tightness got me to lie on my back, closed my legs, and put my two feet over his left shoulder without hesitation or delay, and without any pause, he penetrated me again through my anus. The sound caused by my rectum full of semen being penetrated again was like a wet rag entering a bucket. Outside the joke they had set up, the semen served as lubrication, my closed legs closing even tighter around my ass, and all that ended in another severe orgasm. I didn't even realize when the second officer came.

The last of the three, the oldest of them all, got on top of me. He opened my legs and She placed a foot on each man and then fell on top of me. He chose my vagina for cum and did it after a few penetrations, luckily for me because between being bent over and holding his weight I wasn't going to hold out much longer.

I lay down between the improvised mattress, totally undone. The three policemen started getting dressed and were withdrawing as they were ready. All of them gave me praise and flattery. They assured me that I was free and that they would take me home. With my head still spinning, I got dressed as best I could and followed after them.

The return trip happened as if the previous blow job hadn't passed. They talked among themselves and advised me on safety measures against the pandemic. They took me to the building where I lived.

The rookie of the group got off the patrol car so that I could get out and helped me get out of the car.

I had forgotten about him!

- But you were missing.
- Don't worry about me, he replied kindly.
- If - the oldest one intervened - he can jerk off later at home.
All of them burst into laughter. Even the rookie was forced to laugh at himself.
I wasn't going to let it happen. I took his hand and dragged him to a side of the building where there was a corridor that led to the emergency exits. I didn't listen to their friends' laughter and complaints. I brought him here, lowered his pants, and started giving him the best blow job of his life.

I held my gag reflexes and pushed his cock into my throat until I felt his testicles on my chin. I swallowed my saliva so as not to dirty his uniform and sucked and pushed his penis in and out of my throat.

In his defense, I must say that it took him a while to finish but I wasn't going to let him masturbate. It was going to be me who made him come. After intense moments, he told me he was going to ejaculate and then I did something I'm not used to doing: I opened my mouth and inserted his penis into my throat.

At that moment, he came. The semen hit the back of my throat and I felt it splashing and falling. I had a strong urge to vomit and a furious gag reflex made me I doubled over, but I gathered all my strength and willpower, grasped his buttocks with both hands, and didn't let him leave my mouth. We stayed like that for a few minutes while I avoided drowning and he spilled out his last drops between spasms.

I felt like the penis was losing vigor and that's when I took it out of my mouth. Slowly I pulled it out, breathed deeply, and gave him a final kiss on the tip. There wasn't any trace of semen left. Everything had gone inside me.

Now, after a well-deserved bath and lying in bed in my apartment, I can finally rest. Some other ointment against irritation didn't hurt and it's going to take days until I come out again. And only now do I make the question of what I was really looking for. Did I want to be with my friend? Talk to someone? Get out of my solitude?

Whatever the question, the answer came. We all need contact.