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"But I think it will be a better idea if we went up to the bedroom," said Denise Martin. A few minutes ago was the first time I had ever had my pussy eaten by another woman, and it was one of the fullest orgasms I had ever experienced. But I was not sure I could return the favor, in spite of the fact that Captain Martin's blonde wife was gorgeous. "Yes," I said embarrassed. "The bedroom would be better." My dress was off one whole side of my upper torso from what we had just done. My tit was hanging out of my bra and I was not even going into a bedroom looking like this, I thought, and I straightened myself out. "Come on," Denise said, taking my hand as if I were a child. I followed as she led my up the wide stairs to the second floor. "Maybe I shouldn't do this?" I said. "Hush, you owe me." I was led along a long, wide hall to an enormous bedroom, with a king-size bed and a mirror angled from the ceiling. The bed was so big, that it took me a moment to notice Captain Martin lying back with his hands behind his head, his cock long, but limp over his thigh. Beside him was TV remote, and across the room was a big-screen TV on which was playing a re-run of what Denise and I had just done in the living room. "Glad to see you could make it, Officer Judy," he said. "She'll do just fine," Denise said, as if I had done some kind of preliminary interview. "I think I'd better go," I said, trying to be firm. "You wouldn't want to do that," the captain said, and he started to stroke his own cock. "You do like being a cop too much?" "Yes, sir, but--" "Then there are no buts," said the good looking, gray haired man who was in charge of the Carlton Police Department. "If you want to keep your job and you'll have to stay with me and Denise for a while. How was she Denise?" "She wasn't bad, but you know--she's new at women. Probably new at this kind of thing too." Denise unhooked the back of her own dress and let it fall to the floor. Then she kicked her shoes away and stood in front of us, wearing nothing but a garter belt, black hose, and a net bra. Her hips were wide and her breasts full, but there wasn't an ounce of extra flesh on her body. Her pubic hair was darker than the blond of her head, but she was still gorgeous. "Let me help you," Denise said. She stood behind me and peeled away the straps of my tank dress, pulling it over my breasts. As she slid it down my body, she ran her tongue along my spine and through the crack of my ass, sending a shiver through me. I now stood in bra and panties, totally embarrassed in front of my boss and his wife, yet my juices were gathering at the crack of my pussy and dripping down my leg. "Get up here with me," the captain said, speaking to Denise in his soft, deep, but authoritative voice. "You stay there for a minute, Officer Judy." "Yes, sir," I said weakly. The captain said nothing more to Denise, but as if she were in a trance, she crawled across the bed between, moving between his legs and taking his cock in both hands. I watched, entranced, as she began to work his cock up and down, bringing her lips to the head and touching it with her tongue. Without thinking, I moved my own fingers down to the wetness that still saturated the crotch of my thong. "I like that. Keep doing it," the captain said to me. "And you sweetheart, take that head all the way into your mouth." His beautiful blonde wife did exactly as I was told. I rubbed the silkiness of the material of my panties into the crack of my pussy. The material irritated slightly now, but it felt good too, and I kept doing it, slipping two of my bare fingers under the thong to massage my pussy lips. As I watched Denise suck the head of the captain's cock, I unhooked my strapless bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then I pushed my thumb behind the elastic at the waistband of my thong panties and slid them down over my legs, and stepped out of it one foot at a time. "Now come up here and help Denise," the captain said. He wouldn't have had to say a word, because that was exactly what I wanted to do. I crawled across the bed, but I stayed on the outside of the captains leg and watched as Denise moved the head of his cock from her own mouth and pushed it toward me, willing to share. I looked into Denise's smiling face and dancing eyes. As soon as I took the captain's cock in my hand and brought the head to my lips, she began to lick the eight-inch shaft. It was the ultimate sharing, I thought, as she licked the length one, two, three times. And on the third upstroke of her tongue, her whole mouth came to the head of the captain's cock, without moving my mouth away. Her lips came to my lips, and she kissed me, twisting her tongue and sharing the taste of Captain Martin's pre cum. "Oh, yes," said the Captain, sliding his hand over her ass, slipping his fingers through her crotch and between her thighs. Each of us had a hand on his cock, and we were working together, sliding the flesh over the hard inner rod. We seemed to be stroking each other as well as the captain. My thumb locked with Denise's fingers, Denise's thumb with mine fingers. But mostly, we were kissing each other, with the lavender helmet of his cock in both of our mouths. It was as if it were the most natural thing on earth, I thought, as we looked into each other's eyes, tongues twirling against each other and against his cock head. "You girls are pretty good together," the captain said. "I like this." "Mmmmm," I hummed over the cock head, but the captain was the least of my interest now. I was more interested in Denise's lips, Denise's tongue, Denise's stare that was now directly into my eyes. I had forgotten about the captain's fingers on my pussy until I realized that Denise's fingers were also on my pussy and they were working together to give I pleasure. "Ohhhhh," I said. I held onto the shaft with hand, but my face pulled away from his cock head and my tongue lolled out of my mouth, as I arched backward. Denise released his cock head too, and she brought her lips to my ear. "My turn. Now you eat me," she whispered. The words came as a shock, but the idea was no longer despicable. In fact, my fingers went instantly to Denise's pussy, with two fingers slipping inside her and my thumb massaging her clit. The captain moved out of our way, and Denise rearranged her body so she lay back on the bed. My lips followed her lips, and I continued to kiss her as my fingers continuing to massage. As soon as Denise relaxed into the pillow, I trailed my tongue over her chin, her throat, her hard nipples. My tongue drew a curved line from one tit to the other, then a diagonal to her navel and a perpendicular over the shaved pubis to her clit. I licked and nibbled around the slit, and my fingers danced over the petals of the blossomed flower of her pussy. In a few moments, my tongue joined my fingers at the entryway, and I continued to lick and to suck. Now I felt the captain behind me. His fingers rudely opened my pussy, and he slid his long cock hard into me. As I began to grunt with each of his thrusts, my mouth went harder and harder at Denise's pussy, my tongue went deeper and deeper. My nose massaged her clit. "Good! Good!" the captain grunted. He slammed my pussy harder and harder, jamming and ramming, and going deeper and deeper, challenging me to ignore Denise and to concentrate on my own pleasure. But I loved the way my tongue felt on Denise's pussy and the way my nose felt on her clit. "Oh!" I said. "Oh!" His cock was finally getting to me, driving my crazy, driving me harder. "Yes. Yes," I said, my words blubbering through Denise's pussy. "Oh, yes," she said. "Fuck you both," the captain growled. And he slammed, slammed, slammed into my pussy from behind, his balls whacking against my thigh. "Oh, oh, oh," Denise cried, wrapping my legs around my head, pushing her pussy hard against my face. "Ahhhhh!" I cried, as the pleasure surged through me. It was not just the thrust of the captain's cock that got me, but it was the thrust of Denise's pussy against my face and the thought of something so totally new. The pleasure rippled and rippled and rippled. Then the captain screamed and squeezed my tits. For a moment, we were as rigid as a statue by Rodin. Then, one at a time, we disentangled. First Denise, relaxing her legs, lying back, and sighing. Then the captain, who crudely withdrew his cock and wiped it on the bed spread. Finally, totally out of breath, I rolled on my back and looked dreamily at Denise. The captain looked at me and smiled sadistically. "Maybe you can keep your job," he said. "Of course, she can," said Denise, smiling more sweetly. "And maybe we'll invite her to all of our parties--or most of them anyway." "Thank you," I said, and I thought of this as one of the many other perks that might come out of my job as a Carlton police officer.
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