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When I went back into the station on Monday morning, I saw the smirks on the faces of several of my fellow officers. It was bad enough I was the only woman on the squad. Now it was as if everyone knew what went on between me and the captain and his wife over the weekend. "Where's Garron this morning?" I said after the muster. Garron was my partner. "Called in sick," the curmudgeon of desk sergeant said. "You drive. Let Barnes here ride shot gun. Show him the ropes. But keep him in the suburbs until he does a better job of qualifying with the Glock." Even as the Sarge made the assignment, he smirked at me, and I wondered what was going on. It seemed even worse when the poor kid looked up at the Sarge as if he were pleading for another assignment. Roddy Barnes, the officer trainee, was afraid even to look at me. He was conceivably the best looking cop on the force, and at barely twenty-one, he was certainly the youngest. "Come on, Barnes. Let's get rolling," I said. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "Don't 'ma'am' me. I'm just a couple of years older than you. Let's go." He almost said it again, but he caught himself. When we got out to the car, I handed him the keys. "You know how to drive don't you?" I said. "Drive out the Valley." You can hardly flood a new car, but Barnes in his nervousness managed to do just that. "What are they saying about me?" I said, as he finally backed out of the space behind the Carlton Station House, and started down toward U.S. 40. "That you're one tough bitch," he said. "But that's not all is it?" "No, m . . . no. They say your one hot chick." Barnes glanced over at me. " 'Chick?' They using that word again? I haven't heard that word in years." "That's what they're saying." "Let's go out to the Municipal Forest. We need some patrolling out there this time of the morning." "The forest?" "Sure," I said. By the time he looked over at me, I had unbutton most of the buttons on my dark blue tunic, and I was working on the buttons of my white shirt. I didn't want him to have any doubts that -- cop or not -- I was a real woman. As he made the turn into the hills, he glanced over at me and his eyes went wide. "You're not a virgin are you?" I said. "Uh . . ." "There's no wrong answer." After a few seconds, he glanced at me again. By this time we were on the narrow access road to the forest. I had opened both my tunic and my blouse and I was squeezing my tit over my D-cup. "I . . . uh . . . Yes, ma'am. I'm a, I'm a virgin." "I told you no 'ma'ams,' but Sweetie, I think we are going to fuck." "But--" "No 'buts' either. Just keep driving." "Yes--" This time, he caught himself. I directed him past the place where I had first made it with my partner, Nevin Garron, to a place I thought more appropriate. By the time he stopped the car, I was out of my tunic, blouse, and service belt, and I was undoing the top button on my trousers. My pussy was so wet it was as if I had peed on the seat. "Oh," he moaned, looking at my bare tits. "Never seen anything like that before, huh?" "I've never seen any real tits before. Can I touch them?" "Honey, you can suck them all the way down your throat, but not in here." I let him out of the car and on to the base of the Matthew Carlton Monument. The monument, erected to the memory of a Revolutionary War hero and the founder of the town, overlooked the city from five hundred feet over the highways and streets. Someone with a pair of binoculars might see us, but I didn't give a damn. I stood totally nude and looked down at the city, while Barnes stripped to his bikini shorts. His cock stood at attention, and as my fingers touched the head, his balls exploded, sending a geyser of cum hard at my right tit. It shot straight to the hard nipple. I reached down with my finger, smeared it away, and tasted it while I looked into his innocent brown eyes. Like any kid, he turned red and the tried to get away, but I had my hand around his cock, and I was pulling him back. My pussy throbbed for him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean--" "I know you didn't," I said, and I went down on my knees in front of him. In a single motion, I took the whole thing into my mouth." "Ohhhhh," he moaned. Instead of continuing to shrink, his cock grew harder and longer. It was not likely that he would cum again so quickly, but I did not want to take the chance. After a ran my mouth up and down over the full length of his cock three times, I lay back on the base of the monument between the feet of Matthew Carlton, and spread my own legs for Roddy. "Now put that thing right here," I said, spreading my pussy with one hand, and holding his cock with the other. He needed no persuading. In one second he was on his knees. In another he was kissing me. In a third, he had put his cock all the way inside me. It was not huge, barely six inches, but it was thick. He plunged in and out of me in the frantic rhythm of the male virgin that he was. I put his beautiful face between my hands, and I kissed him, but he was not interested in kisses, he was interested in fucking, and he was plunging in and out of me hard. He was grunting and groaning, and he was pumping insanely. His eyes were open and he began to howl. Louder and Louder he howled, and I wondered if his howls could be heard in the valley of the city. His cock felt great inside me, but I saw that he was enjoying it far more than I ever imagined. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he howled again. His cock was pumping so hard and so fast that he was sliding my ass hard stone the stone, and my head now hanging over the edge of the monument's base. "Keep fucking me, but don't push me down into the valley," I said. "Oh, yes. Keep fucking me, Roddy. Just keep doing it." "Yes, yes, yes. Fucking yooooou!" he cried, his word going off into another howl. Then I felt the cum gush inside me. "Oh, yes. That's good." I said. "Oh, yesssss." Little shivers went through me, then big shivers, and even bigger ones. "Oh, yes, yes, yes," I said, and I came hard and harder. "Ohhhhh," I moaned finally. I went limp for only a moment. Then I was ready to go again, but there was a squeal from the car radio. "Car Seven, disturbance at the Matthew Carlton Monument. Please investigate." "We'll investigate all right," I breathed. "We'll investigate, real good." "Yes, ma'am!" he said. "Real good." THE END
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