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OFFICER JUDY part 4 by JOAN BAND Ê There was a glint in Captain Martin's eye when he invited me to his party. So I was not at all surprised that my car was the only one on the street in front of his pillared colonial home in the exclusive East Hills section of Carlton. What did surprise me was the smiling, big-breasted blonde who opened the front door. She was wearing a knee length black dress, scooped at the neck, and she was gorgeous. "You must be Officer Judy," she said sweetly. "I'm Denise, the captain's wife." There was something about her smile that was intriguing. She delicately shook her hand, but she held it a moment longer than was necessary. As I followed her into the spacious living room, I noticed the full hardness of her ass, as it swung gently from side to side. It was almost as if she were enticing me, I thought. "Where are the other guests?" I said. "Other guests?" Denise raised my eyebrows just slightly. As I sat in the colonial easy chair, I adjusted the hem of my tank dress, which barely covered my crotch. Denise noticed that, and I glanced away, but not before I caught her look. "Captain Martin told me this was a party." "Oh, yes, of course, a party. He calls everything a party." She chuckled. In spite of her gorgeous appearance and her well-scooped neckline, Denise seemed like a real lady, but there was a strange look in her green eyes. "So, what are we going to do?" I said. "Drinks, for starters. What can I get for you?" Even though I was a cop, I was still female, and I loved sweet drinks. But I didn't think Denise had the bar tending skills or the ingredients to mix a pina colada. "I'll take bourbon and cola," I said. Denise smiled gently and stepped across the room. I observed closely how she bent over to get the ice and the cola from the bar refrigerator, and I noticed how her arms moved when she poured from the bottle of bourbon, even the way she stirred the drink that needed no stirring. Her every move was an act of sexual exhibition, showing either the movement of her behind and full breasts, or her ever-changing smile. She stared at me with beautiful green eyes as she offered me the drink. Then she went back to the wet bar and poured red wine for herself, each movement, calculated to exhibit breasts or bottom. "Where's the captain?" I said. "He said he'd be an hour late and that I was to entertain you. That's a very pretty dress you're wearing." Entertain me? I thought. What did that mean? And if there was no party, why was I here in the first place? "Maybe I'd better go," I said. "Oh, no," Denise said. She sat next to me on the sofa and put her hand on my arm. "If you leave, he'll never forgive me." She smiled sweetly and tilted her head, still acting like the perfect lady. But there was something about the look in her eye, something about the tone of her voice that said there was more to this lady then mere courtesy. The worse thing about it was that I was starting to get excited, and I did not know why. Denise was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but I never remembered having feelings like this about another woman. She smiled, and when she reached back to unpin her hair, my mouth fell open. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. I was being seduced by a woman, and I liked it. I had begun to accumulate a heavy wetness at the crotch of my thong. my mouth went dry, and I licked my lips. "I'd really better go." "Of course you can't leave," Denise said, and again she touched my arm. This time, the brushing of her fingers led to something like a surge of electricity went through my brain, my spine, my loins. I started to rise from the chair, but this beautiful blond gripped my arm, and stared at me. Her look this time was not charming at all. It was somewhat threatening. "I would like you to stay," she said, firmly. "I'll make it very rewarding for you. I looked into her green eyes, but at the same time I saw the jabbing nipples at the material at her breasts, and my panties soaked through with the wetness to my pussy. At this moment, I realized that my body was as stiff as the first time I had ever been alone with a boy, but this was no boy. This was a woman who was far more beautiful than I, and certainly one who would be more tempting to most men. Denise smiled and moved her face closer and closer to mine. I did not move, but I waited until our lips touched, chastely at first as if being kissed by an aunt. Then Denise's tongue snaked through my lips and into my mouth. Without considering the consequences, I put my arms around Denise and urgently answered the kiss with a probing tongue of my own. As soon as I did it, Denise's hand went under my skirt, brushing the inside of my thigh, yet touching nothing vital. "I think we'd better stop," I said, backing away suddenly. "Ooooo, no," Denise said. "Martin would never approve of that." Her hand slipped under the elastic and the leg of my panties. "Uh . . ." My pussy was absolutely soaking. Denise's hand slipped all the way to the wetness, her finger stroking the outer lips, which had opened in excitement. Her tongue probed my mouth more deeply, and her other hand went to my breast, massaging it through the silky material of the tank dress. Involuntarily, I moaned at the pleasure of the tongue visiting my mouth, and the hand massaging my breast through my dress and bra, and of the fingers invading the cavity of my pussy. "Mmmmm," Denise said. I had kissed girls in school, for practice we always said, but I had never been touched by another female the way I was being touched now, and I had never even thought about touching another female that way. But I was a woman now, and the pleasure that surged through me was as real and deep as it had ever been with a man. And I was beginning to wonder what it might be like to touch her. Even as I wondered, my fingers went up her thigh and under her long dress. I felt the buckle of the garter belt that held up her black hose, and my hand went between her thighs. I learned very quickly that she wore not panties. "What will we do when Captain Martin comes home?" I whispered. "We'll worry about that when it happens," Denise said, sliding her lips away from my mouth and dragging her tongue over the narrow strap of my tank dress. As if her lips were fingers, they slid the strap over my shoulder, and when that happened, I obliged by pulling my arm out of it. Denise's lips trailed over my shoulder, back to my neck and down the front of my body. Her tongue slipped inside my strapless bra, licked between the material and the flesh until she felt first the aureole then the nipple. Her lips forced the material away, and encircled my nipple. Then her teeth clamped down gently and pulled my entire tit from the bra. "Oh, Denise," I whispered, as the beautiful blonde's tongue continuing to roll and to suck and to savor. "I've never done anything like this before." As the words came from my mouth, Denise's fingers plunged deeply into my pussy, probing my inner organs. And I found myself doing the same with my own hand. Stroking, feeling, plunging. Then, Denise's lips slid from my tit and she moved quickly, pushing up on the hem of her dress, her long tongue going under the elastic of my panties, licking the outer lips, the inner lips, probing into me. "Ohhhhh!" I cried and a gush of pleasure surged through me. "Oh, damn, that feels so good." Denise's tongue went harder and harder, deeper and deeper, probing and plunging like a small, thick cock. "Oh damn, damn, damn," I moaned, and I exploded with a pleasure I had never felt with a man. A deep abiding pleasure, that numbed my mind and my soul and heightened the pleasure of my orgasm. "Yesssss," I whispered, and my body went limp as the energy was drawn from me. Denise licked and probed a few moments longer. Then she looked up, and smiled. "Do you think you could do that for me?" My face went flush with embarrassment. Then after a moment's thought, I said, "I'll try."
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