And the Crowd Goes Wild

It was quite awkward, in more ways than one, to find herself in such a position, but in just a few minutes she was relieved to see a tow truck stop in front of her squad car. Two men in boiler suits stepped out and immediately began to hook up the car in front of her. Her relief quickly dissipated as her salutations, then questions, then shouts, threats, and finally, pleas for help fell on deaf ears. The tow truck drivers knew something she didn’t, her pickup was based on Tasmin time, and she wasn’t scheduled for pick up by the police for two more hours. Bella stared, distraught, as her police car, and by extension, clothing and career were all hauled away.

A crowd of people, previously held off by the presence of her police car, had quickly assembled around Bella as it was towed away and became clear the police were abandoning her for the moment. Most were intently staring at her breasts and gaping pussy, some at her huge feet. Bella had been a decent looking piece of young pussy, already well known in the area for strutting her supposedly sexy curves in her uniform while mercilessly tormenting whoever she could, and people were already lining up and phoning their friends. This constant humiliation had her completely engorged: her lips and clit puffed up, bright red like a baboon’s ass.

One man in a black trench-coat reached out a large finger which raked up and down her long sole. Bella burst out laughing, instantly. Someone else pushed a finger into her tummy, and the laughter only increased. Soon, half a dozen people were working her underarms, belly, and feet as the rest laughed, though less than Bella. Aside from the obvious humiliation of having these people gawk at her naked body, splayed in the most revealing position imaginable, they commented on the area’s she tickled.

“Look at all that baby fat, and she’s fit enough to serve? Shaking like a bowl full of jelly. Coochie coo!”

“At least it doesn’t smell like her feet.”

“Yeah, well, her armpits stink something fierce too, but she’s also hasn’t shaved in weeks, so it’s all hairy. Disgusting!”

Her gut guy was quick to shoot back, “Hey, she has plenty of hair here too! See that happy trail? And trust me, she stinks worst here, like a garlic field next to cannery row.”

The men loudly argued back and forth over her naked body about which of her heretofore hidden, flawed, feminine wiles was worse to be near as they kept going.

To top it off, the tickling made her need to pee again. She tried to inform the crowd but all she could **** out was. “Please! Haha STOP! Hehehehe I’m gonna, I’m gonna, uhuhuh, AHHHHH!” Everyone recoiled as the cackling Bella let fire a long stream of golden piss. The crowds laughter increased at her funny faces as her own laughter subsided and she tried to hold back her piss. After 20 seconds, her thunderous, race-horse gusher dwindled to a dainty trickle before stopping altogether. Her urine, stopped, that was. She was continually dripping now.

Bella may have been humiliated by pissing, for a second time, in public, but she wouldn’t let herself orgasm, she just couldn’t.

No, she couldn’t let that happen. It didn’t matter that her pussy was gaping with these thoughts, that her pink anus was winking at the crowd as she breathed in and out, on display with its smattering of light hairs. She just had to keep her orgasm private! It was her most secret secret, and now, nearly the only secret she had left.

While she’d be wet from this treatment normally, she knew it was her still buzzing vibrator and benwa balls pouring gasoline on her embers. She had to get them out, save some kind of face before the inevitable.

An epiphany struck her brain like lightening. She just had to get the offenders out. She couldn’t use her hands, but maybe her humiliations united could save her. Her wetness, looseness, and the heaviness of her toys combined might just let her maneuver her orgasmic aids out. She started bucking rhythmically, trying to use her pussy’s muscles and their own momentum to push them out. Huffing and puffing, squirming and rocking her lower body back and forth, she had to take frequent breaks just as she was about to crest into orgasm. After several minutes of this agony and ecstasy she succeeded.

Out dribbled first one ben wa ball, then the other, both softly plinking to the ground against the backdrop of her moans, slathered in her own secret sauce. They were shortly followed, as the bright pink dildo buzzed its way right out, clattering to the concrete below the bench. Through the slats which let her juices drip through Bella could just spy the tip of the pink penetrator, coated in her slimy white excretions, still giving off its tell-tale buzz, even louder without the muffling folds of her moist pussy.

The crowd gave her a round of applause, suitable to sinking the winning putt at the Masters.

“Congratulations, one of the ladies chuckled, it’s a girl!”

As the time ticked by the crowd began to change as people had to leave for one reason or another and were replaced. While the old crowd had been content to tickle and taunt her, the actions of their predecessors, embellished by those who had heard the previous events third hand, emboldened each new wave. By the time her pickup showed up, seventy-five minutes later, several people were rubbing her labia and clit in an all attempt to make her cum. What made it worse and better was that teenagers were doing it. The worse was obvious; punks she loved to bust for underage drinking were pawing at what she would be incensed to find in their dreams. Still, the inept touches and poor skills of the youngsters had allowed her to stave off orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. When the cavalry finally arrived she had been in LALA land with her pussy so over-excited she hardly noticed when some things were roughly jammed in it. She figured it was just more fingers, it would have beaten the old record of seven. Unfortunately for Bella, it was worse. Seeing the cops arrive, the juvenile delinquents the crowd now consisted of had panicked. Many were carrying ****, it was Friday, after all. **** to stash their stashes, they had put them in the nearest receptacle, her gaping twat. She was now stowing dozens of joints, some cellophane wrapped pills of ecstasy , a little baggie of coke, and a few things even she would have trouble identifying.

As the disgusted cops arrived to arrest the highly indecent, former Officer Bella, a slimy joint fell lewdly to the ground, landing near her dildo.

‘Jesus Christ, just look at the shit that’s fallen out already.”

“Better do a cavity search. She’s set up perfectly.”

Bella had begun to come to around when the squad car pulled up, and by the term “cavity search”, and her eyes were wide in shock.

“Cavity search?”

Before she could protest he was pulling a cavalcade of narcotics out of her pussy like a magician at Burning Man.

As the pile of **** mounted, she put it together. She’d tried to explain, but was cut off after she said, “It’s not mine, the kids that were touching me-“

“You had children touch you? Spat one officer. “You really are sick.”

“No you don’t under-“

“Save it for the judge. I don’t care, and like I said, anything can and will be held against you, and it looks like you can’t afford much more to be held against you.”

Bella gave up, not wanting to push her luck.

She had been handled in the most intimate of ways by dozens, filmed by more.

Mocked relentlessly about every one of her numerous flaws, leaving the multitudes laughing at her pride and joys louder than they would at Rodney Dangerfield, for she had gotten respect once, but had very publicly lost every single bit of it.

And now a bunch of junior junkies using her pussy as a garbage can might get her several years in the slammer.

Still, she had saved herself from cumming in public. After all this, she had won.