Featuring the characters from Friends Join The Navy 1 and 2 and

Denise Richards as Captain Richards
Jennifer Connelly as Captain Connelly
Jennifer Love Hewitt as Sergeant Hewitt

Part 1

The bar room brawl seemed to have stopped by the time the military police arrived. The sailors from the island naval base and the locals looked in disbelief at the two military police officers standing in the doorway. Two troops with white MP hats, full MP uniforms and two pairs of the hugest tits the men had seen in a long while.

Captain Richards moved forward, her boobs straining against the brown fabric of her uniform, the buttons almost giving way under the pressure from her gravity-defying knockers. The baton in her hand was raised, her pretty face looked at the men from under the brim of her helmet. Large blue eyes looked at them and grin on her luscious full lips.

“What’s going on here boys?” she smiled.

All eyes in the room stared at her firm fat tits. Moving every so often to Sergeant Hewitt’s flesh pillows that stuck out against her thin supple form. Hewitt looked a little more nervous, her hand hovering over her revolver strapped to her belt.

“Who started it?” Captains Richards moved around the room giving everyone a good look at here proud firm breasts.

In the back room she could hear some commotion going on. The Captain walked up to the bar looking at the aging West Indian whose wide eyes looked at her huge chest.

“Did you call us?” Richards asked taping the bar with her baton pulling the man out of the hypnotic power of the officer’s enormous tits.

“No ma’am. Not me.”

Captain Richard’s big blue eyes wandered around the room. She noticed something new, something she hadn’t picked up on before. Each man had a badge stuck to his chest, with a number. Various numbers not in any sequence she could ascertain.

Two black men stared obviously at young Sergeant Hewitt’s tits, “They seem to follow you around the room,” one of them Virgil grinned moving his head from side to side, “see it.”

Phillip nodded, “They do.”

A short sailor came in from the back room, “Number twenty six,” he said then he saw the two military policewomen, “Ah you’ve got here at last.”

Captain Richard’s walked up as another sailor with “twenty six” on his badge walked into the back room, “Did you call us.”

“He wasn’t joking was he,” Ron held his hands up to the Captain’s chest, “How much are these puppies?”

“In your dreams you ugly fuck,” Richards spat, “did you call us?”

“Sure did titanic tits.”

“What did you call me?”

“Titanic tits. You’ve got great big fucking huge jugs. Bigger than Lt Rachel’s or Monica’s. The man didn’t let us down.”

Ron’s hands grabbed Richard’s tit flesh, gripping it with thumb and forefinger and shaking her fat boobs through her uniform. The baton whacked him hard on the side of the head, making him let go and grab his ear.

“Oww,” he groaned, “fuck that. Captain Connelly isn’t it?”

“No I’m Captain Richards.”

“Christ,” Ron grinned through the pain, “he said Connelly’s tits were massive compared to yours.”

“Who did?”

“The president,” Ron looked over her shoulder as Phillip and Virgil grabbed and gagged Sergeant Hewitt, “he sent you here on an exchange visit. Our Lt WAVE’s have gone to Capital Hill to put on a private show for the visiting Russian PM. You’re here as they’re replacements.”

A cheer came from the back room.

“What’s going on in there?” Richard’s didn’t notice the two black men drag her Sergeant out of the bar.

“Let me show you.”

Commander Paul gritted her teeth as number twenty-six forced his erect cock into her sore pussy. The cum of the previous twenty five cocks made it easier, but it didn’t take the fact away that she’d already been fucked non stop in the cunt for over an hour.

She couldn’t move, her hands were cuffed to the table legs, she was on her back, her crisp white uniform untouched, the only thing missing was a skirt and knickers. The sailor fucked away at the Commander gripping her tits through the white fabric, staring into her stern face as she looked up at him, her face twisting in pain with every thrust. The WAVE cap was fixed on her head, but one side of her face and hat was matted in cum from one of the earlier cocks.

The sailor’s cock rammed harder into the superior officer’s abused pussy.

Captains Richards stared at the scene in horror. Sitting by the table was an obese man smoking a cigar and the room was full of video cameras and huge black natives cheering the sailor on.

The busty military policewoman reached for her revolver but it was gone. Someone jerked the baton out of her hand as she heard Ron say, “This is our most inventive film yet. You see the market has had The Luckiest Man In The World and The Luckiest Patient In The World where one bloke fucks 101 women or 101 nurses. This one is called The Unluckiest WAVE in the world, where Commander Paul will fuck 101 men, non-stop. First they’ll use her cunt, then her mouth and finally her arse.”

Captain Richard’s looked at Ron, her full red lips open, she was dumbfounded, horrified. Ron couldn’t wait to get his cock between those red lips, down that tight throat and a tit fuck was definitely on the menu.

Part 2

Virgil and Phillip dragged Sergeant Hewitt through the streets of the sleepy harbour town. They’d gagged her with a small rubber ball and some tape over her mouth. As they moved through the streets they helped her alone on various ways, sometimes slapping the buttocks through her uniform, other times pulling her along by her ears and their favourite gripping her tit flesh and dragging her forward.

Her hands were already secured behind her back with her own cuffs. Her gun was long disguarded, thrown into a bush. Virgil held the military policewoman’s baton whacking it against her thigh and full round bottom.

Sergeant Hewitt saw something ahead, something she at first didn’t believe. In the centre of the town was a set of medieval stocks and someone was in them.

Lt Commander Lowell had been in the stocks since noon. Her head and hands firmly held by the wooden trap. She was dressed the same as her superior officer who was being gang banged back at the bar and she looked in just as bad shape.

Her mouth was open and full of cum which dripped down into a bucket. A stool had been placed in front of her face so that anyone wanting a blowjob could stand on it and shove their unwanted cock into the WAVE’s unwilling mouth.

At the back her bottom was a mass of red blotches and welts from the hands, belts, canes and broomstick handles, which had been used to punish her unprotected flesh. Her pussy was well fucked, dripping like her mouth spunk into a bucket at her feet.

A note was on each bucket, “Cum catcher, she’ll be drinking all slops later.”

On both sides were other signs. They read, “Free pussy or throat. Today only.”

Another bucket lay to the right of her full of little plastic packages with a note “Condoms optional.”

Lt Commander Lowell had endured cocks most of the day, mainly from the youth of the town. The young Jamaican boys decided she was theirs for the day and had spent their time making sure her mouth and pussy were well fucked.

A group of boys stood nearby smoking while set up around the stocks were a set of video cameras. One on her face, one of her pussy, another at a wide angle and a final one was held in the hands of one of the youths.

Carey saw Sergeant Hewitt being dragged alone the street by two huge black men. She didn’t say anything because it wasn’t worth it.

Meanwhile in a deep underground base somewhere near the Whitehouse the newly elected president sat waiting for the Russian delegation to arrive. Standing in front of him were two of the most gorgeous WAVE’s he had seen for a long while. Over the past mouths he had watched both of these beauties fuck and suck their way through a whole community and now he had them standing in full white crisp uniforms in front of him.

He loved Lt Monica’s brown hair with contrasted against her formal whites and her white navy cap. He loved the pouting mouth of Lt Rachel.

His cock was already out being he held it in his hand and waved it at the two officers. Both were surprised the leader of their country had such a big cock. The rumours were true, but why did the first lady spend most of her time giving blowjobs to her nephew? Little did they know the nephew was doing a little blackmailing on the side.

“Bet it makes a change to see white cock,” the president smiled pulling back his foreskin to show them his huge purple cock head, “I’ve seen so much black meat pounding in and out of you young ladies I wondered if you’d even recognise all American cock.”

Neither WAVE spoke they just stared as he wanked. Monica couldn’t believe what was happening she thought they’d been rescued, but now they discovered their own president was in on it.

“Now I have a little proposition to make to you two naval officers,” the man stood up moving around the desk and towards them, “first I get a little action with you two. Nothing too nasty, bit of blowing, bit of deep throat, maybe a tit fuck or two. The you entertain the Russian delegation which should be here in,” he looked at the clock on the wall, “oh about an hour. Then I put you lovelies on a victim protection programme, hide you out in Texas or Alaska or something and you never have to make a video for Anaconda and his gang again. Now, how does that sound?”

Rachel looked at Monica and gave a short nod. Monica spoke, “Okay. But I want it in writing. I want a contract. And I want some of the proceeds from out videos, some royalties.”

“Sure thing,” the president grinned, “I’ll get a contract sorted out right away, but first I want you both kneeling either side of General Lee here,” he gestured to his cock.

The two Lt WAVE’s knelt either side of the presidents twitching member while he called his secretary to put together the contracts. Still with their navy caps on they placed their lips either side of the president’s prick. He started fucking in and out of the valley made by their lips.

“Suck it a little as it goes back and forth,” he gasped holding the back of their heads and pushing them further towards his hard cock.

Lt Rachel and Monica started sucking on the pumping shaft.

“That’s it ladies.” The leader of their country groaned.

Captain Connelly sat in the security hut on the outskirts of the base. She wore her white crisp blouse, which was taunt over her huge firm breasts. Her MP helmet sat on the desk next to her revolver. Her once long brown hair was cut to shoulder length, soft and well kept.

Someone tapped on the window of the hut.

Connelly looked up, but couldn’t see anything in the darkness. She put her helmet on then lifted her pistol as she walked to the door.

The cool air made her nipples erect as she went outside. Her beautiful face looked around, trying to work out what had made the noise.

“Mmmmffffhhh!”

The Military police captain saw Lt Hewitt standing near the barrier. Her hands were fixed behind her back. She still wore her MP helmet, she tried to speak but the ball gag prevented her. Her uniform was torn open at the front and her lovely full breasts were exposed, but strange. Connelly noticed they were fuller and red at the tip. They were tightly bound at the base by fishing wire making them stick out engorged with blood.

Connelly walked forward not noticing the black local coming out of the darkness holding a small oar. Before she knew what was happening Virgil smacked the oar hard into the captain’s face sending her on to her back with a quick sudden – “OOFFF!”

Phillip came out from behind the hut holding another small oar. He looked at Captain Connelly’s heaving chest.

“She wins. Biggest tits on the island. Look how they stand up when she’s on her back.”

Virgil tapped the oar on Lt Hewitt’s overly sensitive bosoms, tapping on the extended nipple, “We’re gonna have a titty fight.”

“Yeah,” Phillip knelt by the female MP’s unconscious body, “let’s get these ones tied up. Where’s the fishing wire?”

Part 3

Captain Richard’s realised suddenly she was alone. In the back bar another cock fucked away at the Commander’s sore battered pussy. Richard’s hot firm breasts stretched her uniform and all eyes seemed to be on her tits. Ron was busy undoing his trousers and pulling out his long cock.

“We’re gonna fuck you,” Ron grinned waving his prick at her, “this is going between those huge fucking pillows of yours and between those big red lips.”

“Son of a bitch,” the Captain breathed reached for her revolver.

“Looking for this?” the aging West Indian barman held up her army issue pistol, “dis can be added to me collection.”

“Grandpa,” Ron called over, “you wanna try some prime US Military Policewoman throat? I’m sure Captain Tits her won’t have any problem putting your horse cock into her lovely tight mouth.”

“You can’t….”

Ron slapped her hard around the face making her head shake in her MP helmet, “Shut it Tits. Get on your knees!”

Captain Richards reeled back, holding her sore face, “You can’t make me…”

“Oh yes we can titty cop,” Grandpa poked the revolver in the young woman’s back.

Captain Richard’s knelt down, facing Ron’s big cock which pointed at her. He walked forward, pressing his cock against her breasts. His hands grabbed her huge tits through her uniform, wrapping them around his pulsating cock. He started fucking in and out of her big boobs, his prickhead punching against her chin.

“These were made for tit fucking,” Ron grinned down at the MP who just looked up at him with her huge blue eyes, “put your hands up Tits and pushing them together so I can get right into that tit flesh.”

Richards hands came up and pressed the side of her tits, making a bigger vlley for the sailors cock. Grandpa pushed her head down by her helmet so Ron’s cock hit her on the nose, smearing it with precum.

“These are fucking hot!” Ron gripped her nipples through the fabric of her uniform as he fucked away at her jugs.

Grandpa pulled her head around to face his black cock. She stared at the wringled old cock, which was thick and long. About three inches in diameter, the head poking out of his black forskin.

“Kiss Grandpa,” the old black guy smiled.

Captain Richards puckered her thick red lips and kissed the tip of his cock.

“Smooch it,” Grandpa whooped as the MP gave his prickhead a big wet kiss, her tongue coming out and stabbing at the piss slit.

Ron’s cock was now disappearing into the MP’s tits, fucking harder, ripping at her nipples, twisting them.

Grandpa gripped Richards helmet and pushed his cock between her lips. She struggled at first, feeling his prick slip over her tongue towards the back of her mouth. Towards her throat. She was known as a really good cocksucker, but the Captain rarely took cock in her throat, it made her gag, once on a well endowed boyfriend she almost puked and Grandpa’s thick prick reminded her of the cock that made her gag.

Number thirty six cock walked up to Commander Paul. Her pussy felt raw, it was full of cum, puffy and swollen. The thirty sixth cock was one of Anaconda’s crew, a huge West Indian guy who had great pleasure in face fucking Lt Monica and Lt Commander Lowell earlier that week. He walked around the bound WAVE, moving from her overused cunt to her head. He lifted her face up by her chin, she was half awake, her eyes rolling, her mouth lopping open. The man placed his prick against her lips and before she knew it the thrity sixth cock started ploughing into her face. This was a skull fuck at it’s worst, the man holding her chin and the top of her head by her navy cap. His cock flew in and out of her mouth all ten inches of it.

“Now you see it!” he yelled pulling his prick out of her mouth, “Now you don’t!” he screamed ramming the whole thing into the convulsing officer’s face, his belly slaming against her nose, his balls hitting her lips.

Number thirty six starting throat fucking the Commander as hard as he could ignoring the gagging sounds coming from the bound woman.

Meanwhile Grandpa was pushing more and more of his thick black cock into Captain Richards’s beautiful mouth. He could now feel it reaching the back of her mouth and punch against her tonsils. Ron kept fucking her tits, his cock disappearing between her boob flesh encased in her Military Police uniform. Another man held her hands behind her back so she couldn’t fend either of them off. She couldn’t grip Grandpa’s pumping cock to ease the strokes whacking in and out of her luscious red lips.

The old black guy gripped her police helmet and started fucking her head back and forth in time with his thrusting hips. This forced more cock into the army cops wet hot mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned, “swallow Grandpa!”

Suddenly she started squirming, her beautiful blue eyes winced as the thick black cock slid right down her throat. Her gag reflex went into action, her throat muscles spasming around the old man’s sensitive cock head.

“Good girl!” he cheered throat fucking the struggling policewoman.

“Fuck,” Ron gasped, “here I cum!”

His thrusts between the valley of her huge melons quickened and spunk shot from her cleavage matting the side of her face.

Grandpa pulled out of Captain Richards mouth, everyone heard a pop as it dislodge from her throat. A trail of saliva went from the black prickhead to the woman’s full red lips. The old man gestured to some friends who grabbed the military captain and perched her on the side of a bar table. As they did they ripped her trousers open and yanked them off her. She sat dazed on the table, not quiet knowing what was going on, she was spaced out from lack of oxygen during the savage throat fuck.

In front of her Grandpa gazed at her flawless muscular legs. Her knickers were pink and he used a knife to cut them away. She still wore her army boots and tunic. The old black guy walked up to her and ripped open her tunic. Her enormous breasts sprang free dancing in their purple bra.

“Where d’you get the bra titty cop?” Grandpa asked slapping her left breast, “ d’you get it in a fucking parachute factory?”
Ron stood behind Captain Richards, holding on to the top of the cups of her bra he started pulling it down over her tits. The flesh went with it and her boobs looked bigger than ever until the nipples popped into view.

“Fucking tits the size of a fucking punchbag!” Grandpa grinned pressing his cock against the opening of her pink tight cunt, “she we hang you up titty cop and use those melons as a punch bag?”

“Please…” Captain Richards winced as she felt the man’s cock push apart her cunt lips.

The End