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When Roddy Barnes and I got back to the station that afternoon, the Sarge asked what we had done all day. "Mostly she taught me the job," Roddy said. The Sarge nodded. "You can go on the pistol range in the morning." "But I like working with Judy!" Barnes said. "From what I hear, everybody likes working with Judy." The Sarge gave me a knowing glance. I had been on the Carlton force only a few months, and I was developing a reputation -- first with Garron, my partner, then with the undercover Adonis from Annapolis, then with the Captain and his wife. Now I was a hit with the trainee cop, who just happened to be the son of the mayor. "Hey Judy," said Crispin, one of the Swat cops. "How about you have a drink with me and the Sarge after the shift is over." "Great!" I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. I knew what I was getting into, but I was not sure it would be good. "What about me?" Barnes said under his breath. "Go teach your girl friend some of the stuff you learned today," I told him. *** I changed quickly into my skirt, thigh high hose, blouse and push up bra. Crispin and the Sarge, who both wore slacks and white, short-sleeve dress shirts, were a little slower getting dressed. "Where are we going?" I said, when we walked out onto the lot. "How about my place?" Crispin said. "I thought you were married." "The wife's in Chicago this week." "Sounds good to me," said the Sarge. I can't say I really liked what was going on, but I did see one thing that looked promising. Crispin's cock, long and hard and thick, was crawling up behind his tan trousers and I liked that. *** "What are you drinking, Judy?" Crispin said when we got to his house. "Rum and Pepsi," I said, and he was very gracious in preparing my drink. "Is it true what Garron says about you?" the Sarge said. "He says you've got the most educated pussy he's ever seen." I grinned, sat back on the sofa, and crossed my legs. "I learned at the school of hard knocks." "Ooooo," said Crispin, making the eerie sound as he handed me my drink. Both he and the Sarge were having a Pittsburgh mini-brewed beer. "So you guys want to find out how I fuck, huh?" The Sarge looked at Crispin, and both of them shrugged. "I wouldn't mind," said the Sarge. He wasn't much older than forty, and he was build well. I had it on good authority that he had been quite a running back at Frostburg State University, which probably explained his good legs. "OK, let's get this show on the road," I said. "Take 'em out." Now they looked confused. "If you want to learn what this pussy is all about, you'd better get a move on." I unbuttoned my blouse, and they saw my hard nipples looking over the top of my push-up bra. The Sarge was the first to unzip his fly, but his cock was not all that impressive -- maybe five inches, and not terribly thick. It was Crispin's cock I wanted to see though, because I had seen the way it had pushed out against his trousers. "Kneel up on the sofa here," I said to the Sarge. He did as I told him, and I took his cock in my hand. It got hard, but it didn't get much thicker as I began to pull and to push, kneading and stroking. Then I leaned over and sucked it between my lips. When Crispin saw me do this, he took his own cock from his trousers. It was hard and thick, eight inches of man meat. When I reached over and touched it, it throbbed. Then I climbed on the sofa and threw my ass back at him, letting him see that I wore not panties. Crispin jammed four fingers into my pussy, surprising me with both pain and pleasure, and I had all I could do to keep from clamping down on the Sarge's cock with my teeth. Crispin moved his fingers in and out of me, hurting me, but at the same time my pussy went sopping wet. In a few minutes it was no longer his fingers inside me, but it was his huge, hard cock, moving in and out. The head slid over all of my interior parts, sending ripples of pleasure though me. I sucked the Sarge's cock back in my throat, and my tonsils began to massage the head. "Oh, damn!" the Sarge said. "What a fucking pussy," Crispin said. I moaned over the Sarge's cock and squeezed down on Crispin's cock with the muscles of my pussy. Then both of the men exploded at the same time. The Sarge sending a squirt of cum down into my stomach, and Crispin sending a surge of cum into my pussy. I moaned even harder, and my whole body started to shake with pleasure. "I want you for my partner," Crispin said, groaning. "I want you at the station," the Sarge said, moaning. "Yes, yes, both of you yesssss!" I said, but right now, all I wanted to do was cum and cum and cum. Oh, yes, cum and cum and be a good fucking cop -- and to fuck every man on the squad. THE END
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