by Jones, EB
The cop moved her lips down Dave's cock until she'd swallowed most of its length. She had her eyes closed and moaned as she began to move up and down his thick, firm flesh.
“Mmm...”said the policewoman. She took her mouth off Dave's cock for just a moment and looked into his eyes.“I'm getting so fucking wet in my pussy right now,”she said.“My little slit is soaked, my panties are fucking soaked.”
“Back to work, darling,”said Dave, and he put both his strong football player's hands on her head and guided her back onto his shaft.“Mmm, that's right girl. You keep right on sucking. Just like that. That's right, you're a slutty police whore. Show me what you can do with your tongue.”
The policewoman reached to the buttons of her uniform and undid the top five, exposing her chest. Susan could see the woman's cleavage, tightly pressed together by a black satin and lace bra. You've done this sort of thing before, haven't you? thought Susan. Who else wore lingerie while doing routine police work? Unless it was her first time pulling this kind of stunt. And the lingerie was just something she wore to remind herself that she was a horny bitch.
“Show me those tits, baby,”said Dave. He moaned as the female officer worked her magic on his cock. The woman then undid the front clasp of her bra and let it hang loosely from her body. Those have got to be 36-Ds, thought Susan. And perfectly round with suckable pink nipples. What fucking gorgeous tits. Am I getting wet from watching this?
Susan found that her emotions were more complex than simple arousal. Her clit was starting to ache, that much she knew. In fact it ached terribly. She wanted Dave's cock, his hands, his mouth... she wanted all of him. She wanted him to take her and make her his plaything. And watching him stand next to the Jeep on the side of the road, with that sex-starved slut of a policewoman sucking him off, well, it aroused more than just her clit. Susan felt a knot in her stomach. I can't believe it, but I'm jealous, she thought. He's mine, and she's going to feel him stretch out her slit, pushing against the walls of her tight pussy, before I am. He is saving our asses, though. I suppose I just need to suck it up and play along.
“That's good officer. Very good,”said Dave.“But now I think you're going to have to pay for being such a little bitch earlier. You walk on over to your cruiser and lean over the hood. And mommy,”said Dave, turning toward his step-mother,“you get over to the cruiser and pull your slutty little jeans off so the officer can lap her tongue over the folds of your cunt.”His tone was still even. Susan could see the officer's eyes widen even further at the mention of the word 'mommy'.
“He's your son?”said the officer incredulously. She stared hard at Susan, her gaze once more cold.
“Step-son, actually. But let's not get hung up on that right now. I believe the young man has orders for both of us.”She couldn't believe that she had the gall to speak to the officer that way. Dave had most definitely shifted the balance of power in their favor, she thought.
Susan pulled her jeans and panties down, exposing the neat hairs of her pussy to the air. She liked her pussy, it was a thing of beauty in and of itself, the folds symmetrical, its delicate pink inside flesh concealing bundles of nerves that could lift her on waves of the most sublime pleasure. Without thinking, she reached her fingers down to feel her wetness, and as she did so she brushed against her clit and felt a small shudder. She'd never been with a woman before. She wasn't sure what to expect.
“That's good mommy. You sit there, on the hood of the cruiser,”said Dave.“And you, officer. You pull those uniform pants down. Keep your panties on. And when you're ready, you put your face between mommy's legs and show her how a woman eats pussy. Can you comply with those orders?”
As Susan got onto the hood of the police car–
(this is almost so crazy it can't be real. I am in a goddamn porno. And I'm about to do my first sapphic erotica scene.)
she wasn't sure if she was ready to go through with it. Maybe having a woman lick the delicate flesh of her pussy wouldbe better. When she thought about it, her husband Mark hadn't ever been very good with that. He'd been a great lay, back in the day, but eating pussy had never been his forté. He preferred to get straight to business and fuck. Which, at least in the early days, was exciting enough when he just had to have her in a changing room at Macy's, for example. But this...this situation made Susan feel as though she was crossing yet another taboo line in the sand. First my step-son...now a woman, she thought. But there's a first time for everything, isn't there?
Susan could see the officer lick her own lips as she approached her. The woman clearly enjoyed taking Dave's commands. And she seemed to be taking great delight in her newfound knowledge of the relationship between David and Susan.
“Spread those legs apart, sister,”said the officer. Susan felt another twinge of reluctance to take the plunge. If she spread her legs and succumbed to the woman's tongue, what would that mean for her sexual identity? Was she a closet bi-sexual? No, she thought. I'm just obsessed with David. In lust with him. Maybe even in love. I don't even know what to call it, but when he looks at me I feel butterflies in my stomach. And I'll do anything he wants. Anything.
Susan allowed her legs to part, slowly, and the slight breeze in the air made her feel vulnerable. Then she saw the blonde hair of the officer move toward her center, steadily progressing toward her exposed crotch. A moment later, she felt a soft kiss on her pussy. A gentle kiss, almost jarring for its very tenderness. Then, a soft caress of a finger on the outside of her slit, gently arousing her flesh with its measured, unfamiliar movement. The touch of a stranger in her most private of places. Susan closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to accept this new deviation in her sexual being.
Succumb to the feeling. Just give yourself to the pleasure, she thought. She felt a tongue, a warm, delicious tongue, lick around her pussy, along the roughness of close trimmed pubic hair. And that same tongue, as it travelled along her soft flesh, began to work its way closer to the tender pinkness of her slit. Deliberately parting her folds. Susan felt short, exquisite jolts of pleasure. She could feel two fingers begin to explore her as the tongue began to dance around her clit. The fingers probed her gently, then with more urgency, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy, fucking her with the desperation of someone who knew that an opportunity like this only came up once in a lifetime, if at all.
This was a new level of eroticism for Susan, an explosion of feeling, supreme lust and jealousy and what might be love all rolled into one. She found herself progressively losing control as she processed the scene in her mind's eye. She, sitting on the hood of a police cruiser, her beautiful, tender slit exposed for the first time to another woman. The police officer, her naked tits on full, gorgeous display, bent over at the waist and working the magic of her tongue against Susan's own pussy. And then Dave, approaching from behind the officer, his beautiful, thick cock in his hand, his young, sculpted mid section rippling under his thin t-shirt as he assumed the position of master over the officer, looking at her ass with the dispassionate appraisal of a man who couldn't decide if he'd enter her gently or with one forceful thrust.
Susan didn't know what was happening to her. She felt the building warmth of climax as the police woman's tongue darted along the nub of her clit. And as much as she wanted to come, she wanted Dave to be fucking her, not the slut who was licking her pussy and driving her mad with pleasure.
Maybe he'll enjoy fucking her, she thought. And if he does, mommy will have to have a few words with him when we get up to the island this weekend. I'll tell him that he saved our asses and hurt mommy's feeling at the same time. And maybe we'll argue, and he'll say I'm a jealous whore, and then I'll start to cry and he'll feel bad, so very bad for hurting step-mommy's feelings. And that's when I'll offer myself to him, all of me, and we'll have mind-blowing make-up sex. I'd like that very much. I need that from him.
Dave didn't say a word as he pushed aside the officer's panties, exposing her tight, shaved pussy to his view. But he did lock his gaze with
Susan's. He looked her right in the eye, then thrust forward with his thick cock into the depths of the officer's pussy until he bumped her cervix, making her let out a small cry of pain. As he looked deep into Susan's eyes, he mouthed the words, 'I love you mommy.' The words sent chills through Susan's body, raising goosebumps on her arms. At that moment, she felt herself get carried by an orgasm that focused her mind on the singularity of pleasure and made her cunt vibrate with ecstasy. Her juices shot from her pussy, flowing forth in a gush of come, covering the police woman's mouth. Susan felt her pussy quiver with aftershocks of pleasure and cried out– “Yes yes yes oh my god yes!”
As she regained control of her thoughts, her mind turned back to Dave. He loves me. He does. And I love him back. It doesn't matter that he's fucking her. Every thrust that he drives into her pussy is a thrust that he means for me. For my pussy. My hungry, empty, aching pussy.
The police woman grunted as Dave drove his meat into her cunt. Susan watched, her gaze softened by the realization that Dave loved her.
That changes the equation, doesn't it? We're not in this for a quick fix, are we?
The policewoman had lost awareness of Susan. It appeared that, as much as she'd enjoyed sucking Dave's cock and licking Susan's pussy, the 18 year-old cock fucking her pussy had taken precedence over any other thought. She leaned her head forward, staring at the hood of the car, and Dave's fingers grasped her ass hard as he thrust into her cunt. She likes it rough, thought Susan. Each time Dave pushed his cock deep into the soft folds of the officer's pussy, she let out a short, guttural moan.
“Fuck me you fucking fuck! Fuck my wet little pussy and make me come. Oh yeah, that's right, push your cock into my cunt all the way,”said the officer. Dave's breath was regular and deep now as he gripped her ass roughly and fucked her from behind against the hood of the cruiser.
“Oh I'm going to come,”she said.“Yes yes oh my god, ohhhh yes, fuck me.”She grasped onto Susan's legs, and Susan could tell by the woman's cries that the officer was about to surrender control over her own thoughts to a single-minded focus on the core of her inner pleasure, that roiling sea of nothingness and everything that pushed out all conscious thought when it arrived like lightning.
“Fuuuuuck...I'm coming,”moaned the officer.
Dave pulled his cock out of her pussy and jerked it twice, then sent hot, thick strands of come flying onto her ass and lower back.
“I take it you're satisfied, officer Lundquist?”said Dave. He had a smile across his lips. He already knew the answer to his question. The officer took a moment to catch her breath, then turned her head toward him.
“That was a great fuck. Now get your clothes on and get the fuck out of my jurisdiction before I change my mind.”
Susan scrambled off the hood of the cruiser and exchanged a glance with the officer. The officer winked at her. Susan wasn't sure what it meant, but she jogged backed to the Jeep and put her clothes on as fast as she could. Dave followed, and the two of them got in the Jeep and slammed the doors shut.
“What the fuck just happened?”she said.
“I kept us from getting arrested.”
“Dave,” she said. “Kiss me.”
He leaned toward her and gently touched her lips with his finger, then met her in an embrace that made her feel as though she'd lost all sense of gravity. It was as though she was falling in love for the first time, the sort of feeling you never expected to feel after the age of 35 because you knew it only came once. But here she was, swept off her feet like a teenager, feeling Dave's muscular arms pull her toward him as his tongue explored her mouth and danced with hers.
He's a beautiful man, thought Susan. But he's my step-son. It can never work. Something will happen. Maybe Mark will find out. Or he'll fall in love with a younger woman when he goes off to school. But I've got him right now. In this moment. And the weekend has just started. This weekend it's my turn to feel him inside me.
Dave leaned back, parting from her lips, and gave her a tender look. “Let's go, mom. We don't want to miss the boat.”
Susan turned on the ignition and put the transmission in Drive. She could see the policewoman's outline in the cruiser, still parked on the side of the road. Susan shook her head at the thought of what had just transpired.
It will never last, she thought. But I'm in love. And that's all that matters. She glanced at her watch and saw that they still had an hour to reach the ferry. Just enough time to get there, even if I do drive the speed limit. She smiled to herself and took one more glance at Dave in profile, his beautiful, masculine face arousing in her a profound sense of longing. She accelerated back onto the road, feeling the wind caress her face through the open window of the Jeep, and tried not to think too far into the future.
Lusty Sleep
(Taking His Friend's Daughter
While She Sleeps)
EB Jones
Copyright EB Jones 2013
I hear a knock on the front door. I get up from my chair in the living room and walk over to open it. The night air is cool as I open the door, reminding me that the season hasn't quite changed into summer yet. My friend Mark and his daughter, Stephanie, are standing on the front step. I welcome them inside, happy to have the company of an old friend and his daughter.
Mark and I go way back, to our high school days down in Falmouth. He moved out of state, got a good career in advertising, had a wife (who left him) and a daughter (who still loves him). He'd looked for his fortune out of state, and I'd decided to stick around. There wasn't a lot of opportunity around, for us boys who cast their lots in Maine, but I'd managed to scrape together a living just the same, enough to afford my house and my truck and a little sloop I'd named Nellie (which I moored over in Harpswell).
It's not up to me to judge who has the better lot, and I don't think it comes down to that, anyhow. I've never been too much into comparing lots, when I think of it, and Mark seems happy enough. I get take-out pizza for dinner, seeing as how I'm a lousy cook. We eat too fast and drink Coke with the sugar in it and laugh about stories that Mark tells from the old days. It all fits the occasion. He tells me that he's proud of Steph (that's what he calls her), and you can see by the way he looks at her how much he loves her. She's been accepted to both Bates and Bowdoin, and this is the tie-breaker college visit. She's a lucky girl, and if she's like most kids her age (eighteen is the number I heard), she doesn't even realize it.
I offer to have them both stay with me tonight, since it seems like the least I can do as a friend. “With college tuition coming up, saving even one night at a motel is worth it,” Mark says. “Thanks for putting us up old buddy.”
“No problem. Hope the beds are comfortable.” I smile. And it's at that moment that I get a thought I wish I could erase. It's not that it's gruesome or terrible – no, nothing like that. In fact, it's just the opposite. Because right after extending them the invitation to stay the night, I've suddenly realized what a beautiful young woman Steph is.
I try not to stare, but it's hard.
The last time I saw her she was 14 and had braces. We were at the lake house in New Hampshire, and I remember her water skiing with the boys and telling them to make the damn boat go faster. She wasn't afraid of anything then. I remember thinking that she was one hell of a young gal, that she'd break a lot of hearts along the way. What I didn't expect was that, four years later, she'd get under my skin.
Beautiful doesn't do her justice. There's a hint of innocence in her face, maybe from the tiny freckles on her nose. Her skin is white and smooth, and I see that she's wearing a skirt that comes up above her thigh. Not too high – she wouldn't do that around her dad, but high enough to see the nice shape of her legs. The thing that really gets me, though, the thing that makes my cock twitch in my pants when I see her, is her ass. I want to grab that round, firm flesh with my hands and squeeze it. I want to give it playful slaps while she squirms on me, naked. I want to rub the head of my swollen cock on it until I'm ready to come, then I w
ant to shoot my load of hot cum deep inside her dark, unknown little pussy. I want to do all of those things and more.
Do these thoughts make me a Bad Man?
I wish I hadn't thought of those things. Because you can't unthink them. Steph is Mark's prize, the one woman in his life who is still loyal to him. She's a beautiful young woman with a witty sense of humor and a body that any man would die to touch. I need to get control of myself.
Now.
It's ten o'clock at night and I can tell that Mark is exhausted. He goes off to bed, and now it's just me and Steph in the kitchen. I notice the way she plays with a small silver ring on her right hand, twirling it as we sit at the kitchen table and talk. She has slender fingers.
Uh oh.
“Can I ask you a question?” she says.
“Shoot,” I say. I hope she stays on tame subjects – hockey scores, maybe, or which professors to avoid in the English department if she chooses Camp Bobo. Because I may have to excuse myself soon, if our conversation goes anywhere else.
