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June 9, 2007

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Filed under: mature sex stories — Kamo @ 1:45 pm

I was a rookie, fresh from the academy, patrolling the mall parking lot on my first afternoon tour. The winter air was crisp and dry and I watched as dozens of shoppers parked and walked to the stores to exchange the Christmas gift that didn’t fit or to take advantage of the January clearance sales. I rode up and down the aisles and, seeing no problems, began to work my way to the western exit that would take me to the highway and, ultimately, to the diner for dinner.

Driving down the final row of cars I saw her. She was frantically waving me down. Something was wrong. According to procedure, I called in the license plate number of her car and got out of my vehicle. She ran up to me, “Oh, officer, I need your help. I accidentally locked my keys in the car and my baby is in the back seat.” I looked her over. She was about 21 years old, a few years younger than me. She had that wholesome kind of farm girl look. You know, well scrubbed with little make-up. She was wearing winter clothes so it was kind of hard to see her body. But, nothing could hide the fact that she was well-developed on top. I went around to the side of the car and looked in to see a six month old infant in her car seat on the back seat of the 1966 gold Ford.

I told the mother to remain calm and I would have the car open in short order. We had a tool specifically for these circumstances and I went to my car to retrieve it. Within a couple of minutes, the lock was popped and mother and daughter were reunited. I checked the mother’s identification documents and headed back to my patrol vehicle with the good feelings of a job well done. The mother, Nicki, was positively effusive with thanks. She insisted that she wanted to do something special to thank me for rescuing her and her child.

I explained that it wasn’t necessary but she would have none of it. Nicki suggested that her husband would also like to thank me and, seeing no harm in that, I agreed to have dinner with them the following night, which was my day off. Nicki said she would swing by my apartment complex on the way home from her part-time job so I could follow her home. “It’s kind of complicated to give directions,” she said. “I’ll be by around 5:30 and don’t bother to dress up, we’re pretty casual people.” That was good news.

The next day I showered and shaved around 4:30 and put on a pair of boxers. I lay down on my couch and began to thumb through an old porno magazine that I had been using for inspirational purposes for the past couple of months. It has a photo essay about a couple of college kids who agree to study for an exam together and wind up fucking and sucking. As I turned the pages, I began to feel the beginning of a familiar twitching in my shorts. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own as it reacted to what I was looking at. It hardened slightly as it almost seemed to seek the opening in my shorts. Before long, the head was poking out of my boxers. I continued reading and when her lips met the head of his cock, I was fully erect and now stroking my dick with considerable pleasure. A bit of pre-cum dripped from the head and I wiped it away with one finger before applying it to the sensitive area just below the underside of the head. I never intended to actually get my rocks off. I wanted to save that for later. I figured dinner with Nicki and Hans would be over by eight or so and I would have plenty of time afterwards to hook up with someone who would provide a lot more pleasure than my right hand ever could. So, I just stroked my cock a few more times and decided to dress.

I got up and looked out my second floor window and saw the familiar gold Ford parked in the visitor’s spot. Almost simultaneous to my discovery I heard a faint knock at the door. I looked at my clock. It was after 5:30! Nicki was here and I was standing in my boxers with a roaring hardon. I went to the door and opened it. I stood behind the door and looked out into the hallway. I told Nicki I was still dressing and she pushed the door open and said, “no problem, I’ll wait while you dress.” My erection was beginning to go down but was still quite apparent to anyone glancing in the direction of my boxers and Nicki was glancing!

In fact, Nicki didn’t seem able to avert her eyes from my bulging cock. She grabbed me by the wrist and maneuvered me over to my easy chair and told me to sit down. When I did, she reached into my boxers and pulled out my now throbbing cock. “Is that for me?” she asked. “I hope so, because it looks like we could be very good friends.” She unbuttoned her coat and tossed it onto the couch, while taking a cushion and putting it on the floor in front of my chair. Nicki was wearing a man-tailored bloused that buttoned down the front. She quickly unbuttoned it. I could see my assessment yesterday of her tits was on the money. She was an easy C cup and wasted no time taking off her bra to show them to me. They were beauties. Big, pink nipples ready to be sucked. Nicki reminded me again how grateful she was for my helping her out of her predicament the day before. I said something inane about being a public servant as she grasped my cock and began to stroke it. She told me to lean back, close my eyes and let her do all the work. This was to be my reward for the rescue operation. Nicki kneeled between my legs and stroked my cock until yet another drop of pre-cum appeared. She licked it off and indicated that she wanted my shorts off. I lifted my butt as she pulled them off. Nicki reminded me to lean back and let her work. Who was I to argue?

This young woman had absolutely the best technique I have ever experienced. She used her hand as she sucked and kept my cock very wet. Up and down. Up and down. Each stroke was heaven. With her free hand she tickled my balls in a way that had me near an explosion. Naturally, I cheated and opened my eyes and watched as she sucked my cock with a great passion. After just a few minutes, I could take no more. I told her I was about to cum and she simply speeded up her effort. I exploded into her mouth with five, no six enormous jolts. She took them like she was eating a Popsicle; swallowing every drop. When I stopped pumping, she continued to stroke me, resting her head on my thigh and occasionally licking up any extra cum she could coax out of me. When she finally spoke, it was to say “Thank you, officer.”

Nicki rose to sit on my lap, allowing me access to those beautiful nipples. I licked and sucked them until they hardened. Nicki squealed with delight. Then, suddenly, she stood up and ordered me to get dressed. “Hans will have dinner ready by seven,” she proclaimed. She put her bra in her handbag and reached for her shirt.

I stood up with half a hardon, brought about by the boob play that had just ended seconds ago. Nicki walked toward me and grabbed my cock and took a couple of playful tugs on it. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him again later. Now, we have to hurry. Hans will be waiting for us. He is very big on promptness.”

So, I got dressed and we were off to sample what turned out to be Hans’ barbecue. I followed Nicki home, not realizing that this story was only half finished. What happened next was truly mind boggling.
The ride to Nicki’s house wasn’t nearly as complicated as she had led me to believe. We drove west on the highway for a mile or so, then turned north driving right past my police station. We continued a few more miles until we were in what I would call “the country.” We drove by a number of barns and cows and even a farmer driving his tractor in after a hard days work. I kept thinking about the wonderful blow job Nicki had just given me, hoping that her husband would not become suspicious. My cock swelled just a little bit in tribute to her skills. Finally Nicki turned left into a narrow lane with about six houses on it. She turned into the first driveway on the left and motioned for me to pull in behind her. I could see the smoke from Hans’ grill spiraling into the crisp air from behind the house.

Nicki and I walked right around to the rear of this well-kept ranch house and there was Hans busily cooking our dinner on his gas-fired barbecue grill. Hans was in his mid 20’s, thin but wiry and about six feet tall. He smiled broadly as Nicki introduced us, and then he offered me an imported beer, which I happily accepted. Hans was wearing a heavy winter parka and Bermuda shorts. Nicki and I went into the house to seek the warmth of the fireplace, while Hans continued cooking the London broil.

“Hans doesn’t care how cold it gets; he cooks on that grill at least once a week during the winter and more often when summer arrives.”

We took off our coats and Nicki set about doing her part of the dinner; making the salad. She ripped apart a head of romaine and washed it in one of those salad spinners. She had an enormous wooden salad bowl and crushed a couple of cloves of garlic in it, adding salt, lemon juice, Worcestershire sauce, Dijon mustard and anchovies, combining all ingredients until they formed a paste in the bowl. Then she added olive oil and the romaine, tossing it all together until the lettuce was coated. Then she added parmesan cheese, croutons and some freshly ground pepper and gave it a final toss. The Caesar salad was finished just as Hans came through the back door with a luscious looking piece of meat and a bowl full of grilled corn. We sat down to what was, for me, a single guy, a wonderful feast. Hans expressed his appreciation for helping Nicki out the day before and I continued to say only that it was nothing, which, to me, it was.

We all stuffed ourselves and when we were done, I got up to help Nicki clear the table. Then, we adjourned to the living room for dessert; a homemade banana cream pie. Nicki also prepared a pot of coffee. I didn’t get many opportunities to eat like this and I savored every moment of this one. Hans took a seat in a comfortable looking, well worn recliner when we finished our pie. Nicki and I took seats on the couch opposite him. When we finished our pie, Hans got up to throw a couple of logs on the fire. When he returned, he had a bottle of very acceptable cognac in hand and offered me a snifter of it to complete the meal. Nicki went in to check on the baby, who had been asleep the entire time I was there. Hans again brought up the incident from yesterday. I was getting embarrassed by their effusiveness for such a small deed. He then told me that he was going to let me in on a little secret about his wife.

“While she was most definitely grateful that you happened by to open the car for her that was probably only part of why she was glad to see you.”

I must have looked at him quizzically, because he immediately went into an explanation.

“My wife is a wonderful woman in many ways, but she has one obsession that absolutely rules her. She loves cocks! She loves looking at them, touching them, sucking them and fucking them. She loves real ones, plastic ones, vibrating ones, in all colors and sizes. She loves them between her tits and up her ass. She just loves cocks. I am guessing that when she picked you up tonight, she either blew you or gave you a handjob. Am I right?”

Sheepishly, I admitted that she gave me a combination of the two. Hans leaned back, smiling and taking a sip of his cognac. Nicki returned from the baby’s room and proclaimed that all was well.

“Nicki, I was telling our new friend about your hobby.”

Nicki arched her eyebrow and said, “Is that so?”

“And we both agreed that it is a fine hobby for a woman to have,” I opined.

She looked at both of us and said, “Now that that’s over with, how about helping a girl out with her hobby. Drop your pants, boys and let’s see your weapons.”

Wow! Nicki didn’t mess around. Hans stood up and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and dropped them to his ankles. He pushed down his briefs and stood there with a rapidly hardening cock.

I followed suit. Nicki motioned for us both to sit on the couch as she moved the coffee table out of the way, giving her room to work. As Hans and I seated ourselves, Nicki stripped down to her panties and kneeled on the floor between us. She took Hans’ cock in her left hand and mine in her right and began to jerk us off. Her eyes went from one dick to the other until she appeared to be in something of a trance-like state. She moved a bit closer to her hubby and began to nibble gently on his balls. His cock was fully hard by now and he had an easy 9-10″ of thick organ with a head that was nearly purple in color. My 7″ missile seemed almost puny by comparison.

Nevertheless, I am sure my dick was enjoying Nicki’s attention every bit as much as Hans’ was. Nicki licked pre-cum off both cocks, and then settled in on Hans’ monster for a total oral treatment. As her head bobbed up and down, she continued to stroke his cock and balls, while, at the same time, jerking my cock beautifully. She reminded me of a rock n’ roll drummer, carrying on with three different rhythms simultaneously, while never losing the beat in any one of them. I glanced at Hans and noticed that his head was back and he had a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He had been here many times but I could see that this was a real treat each time. It was easy to understand why. This woman was a master at pleasing the cock. She lived for it.

Hans’ breath began to quicken and it became obvious that he was about to cum. I watched as he shuddered and all his body signs seemed to race as he reached the point of no return. He made a funny kind of gurgling sound as his seed shot into Nicki’s willing and waiting mouth. She deep-throated his huge penis as he shot his load directly into her throat. He seemed to be cumming forever, then, suddenly, he relaxed completely and sat erect with a huge grin on his face. Nicki continued to stroke him and lick up the remaining cum that appeared on his cockhead.

All she said was, “yummy!” Then she moved about a foot to the right and put all her attention to my now throbbing pecker. I had just spent about ten minutes watching a very erotic act and I was now ready to cum myself.

Nicki began by licking my shaft from bottom to top and back again. Hans had gotten up and assumed a position on my left that afforded him the best view of his wife’s talents. He loved to watch Nicki service other men and he was about to enjoy a very good show.

Nicki continued to grasp my cock in her right hand as she looked me in the eye and said, “I know you won’t take long. You’re ready to pop right now. I want you to cum all over me. I want to watch you shoot that load all over my face and body.” I nodded in agreement. This woman was a magician when she was working on your cock. Every touch, every touch of the hand or tongue was perfect. She wrapped her lips around the head and swirled her tongue expertly along the shaft. It almost seemed that she was able to wrap my entire dick with the warm, soft wetness of her pink tongue. I moaned in pleasure as each movement brought me closer to orgasm.

Finally, I could take no more. The dam was about to burst. I could feel the powerful sensation building up in my balls as I reached the moment. Nicki, like a cum detector, hung on until the moment I began to spray my juices. Then she removed her mouth and stroked me with her hand while aiming my cock at her tits. She watched as the first blast was a direct hit on her right nipple. The second and most powerful convulsion resulted in a flood of gooey cream landing on her right cheek, just missing her eye. Four or five more squirts followed, each a bit weaker than the previous one. By the time I was done, Nicki was covered in cum, the final squirt landing on her panties. She rubbed it into her skin with one hand while continuing to stroke my pole with the other so as to extract the last possible drop of her favorite fluid. She giggled with pleasure as she watched the cum begin to drip down her body. When she was completely finished, she stood and walked over to Hans and hugged him close, sharing my load with him. They kissed and we all headed to the shower.

A lot of people do not appreciate the work done by law enforcement personnel. Nicki was certainly the exception to that rule. I remember driving home that night hoping she would lock herself out of the car again soon. She had a wonderful way of saying, “Thank you, officer.”

But, I never needed her to need the police again to enjoy her particular talents. Nicki was always ready for a little cock play. The story I have related here took place in 1971. Nicki and I remained friends for many years. The baby I “rescued” from the locked car that day is now in her thirties and is a mother in her own right. Nicki continued to suck me off for decades until I moved away to another state. We remain in touch and when she and Hans are passing through, we get together for more oral games. But, those are the subject of future stories.

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