EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS XVIII OR OLDER.

Thirty-two geezerhood ago, I was a cub Police military officer employed by a with child Metropolitan constabulary section and was 18 month into my biennial tentative menses. We did n't have designated FTO 's ( Field breeding officeholder ) back then. However, we still had to be partnered with a old stager law officer. The old-timer officer was supposed to teach me how to lend oneself my classroom knowledge to the reality of street policing. Believe me, it was a real eyeopener.

The old hand law officer assigned to coach me was a merry, spiritualist height, somewhat overweight police officer. He had a red complexion and large chipmunk jaws. He was affectionately called ‘ Jelly-Jaws.'by his fellow officers. His undifferentiated always looked like he had slept in it. jelly always sounded like he was out of breath every time he had to get out of the patrol car. Jelly-Jaws knew all the criminal laws just as well as any lawyer in the metropolis. Even though Jelly had only gone through the tenth grade, he was sharp as a tack when it came to matching wits with violators of the law. Jelly completed his GED because he needed a high schooling diploma to use for the police officeholder position.

Jelly was well versed in all of the departmental policies and process. At this point, I bet you are probably thinking gelatin would be the perfect partner to train a rookie constabulary officer. I 'm disconsolate to let down you, but he was the lazy one individual I had ever known. He only did what he had to do to fulfill the canonical requirements of the job. I was glad when my probationary period ended, and I was assigned another partner.

jelly's fundamental work philosophy was,"spring them what they want. No more ; no less."Jelly concentrated more on avoiding complaints against him than apprehending criminals. Jelly candidly told me that, `` The police department would much rather we serve our eight time of day with no arrests and no ill as opposed to felony stoppage with complaints against the police department or us. I could never change gelatin 's thinking because he had ten successful years on the job following his lazy work philosophy.

Our police force supervisors insisted that each patrol car should be able to emerge at least two moving dealings encroachment just the ticket per day. The supervisors maintained that no alarm police policeman could police the streets for eight time of day without witnessing two or Sir Thomas More make a motion trespass. Jelly would write two left-turn violations at the Same locating every day. He said if we gave them more than two just the ticket per day, they would expect more than two each day after that. A traffic ravisher could speed by Jelly at seventy miles per hour. If he already had his two ticket for the day, he would cut the speeder.

I once questioned jelly 's thinking about letting flagrant violators go without a ticket after we had our two left-turn tickets. I was firmly admonished for questioning him. After all, I was only a rookie, what the hell did I know about real police work. One thing I did like about Jelly 's personal philosophy, he never issued dealings Citation in December. His abstract thought was if a parent had to pay the cost of a traffic just the ticket in December, it might knock some child out of a Christmas gift.

okey, enough with the backcloth data. I want to enjoin you about some of my experiences while working with Jelly. Let me reword that. I want to tell you about some of my experiences/adventures while working with Jelly. We patrolled an sphere that was referred to as ‘ The silk stockings District .'For those of you not familiar with police jargon, that district is where all the rich country club type people reside. It is populated with medico, lawyer, highly successful salesmen, and bide at home association football moms with rich hubby who travel for calendar month at a time on business.

I was assigned to the 3 PM to 11 PM teddy in that dominion. It wasn't strange to receive a prowler call any clip after dark. Lonely/horny lady of the house would often call up the dispatcher after dour to report a stalker or wary person in their yard. Some of the time, there was a prowler, but often it would be just a alone housewife who needed the attention of a man. They seemed to finger safer, calling a police officer to gratify their sexual desires. It was more convenient and safer than hiring a babysitter so they could be free to frequent the local anaesthetic lachrymation holes in search of sexual relief.

Helga Egilsdottir Patterson was one of those lonely lady of the house. She was from Republic of Iceland and had a aphrodisiacal Icelandic accent when she spoke English. Helga had all the Norse features ; blond whisker to her shoulders, blues eyes, and a blench pinkish-white complexion. Helga had just celebrated her thirty-sixth birthday alone when she called us to her home. Her husband was a mankind traveller, and he'd met her on a business misstep to Iceland. He fell in love life with Helga at first sight and a month later asked her to marry him. You may think that marrying her after just one month is goosey, but if you ever saw Helga, I think you would agree that she is strikingly beautiful. Helga is 5'6"and maybe 120-to 125 Lebanese pound, recollective slender legs. And as I mentioned before, her long wavy blond hair flowed down to her shoulder. Helga also had broad pouty lips that beckoned me to taste them.

Helga's husband often left her at abode with their two lowly nestling when he traveled on business organization for long periods. When we received the call to Helga 's planetary house, her husband had been in Hong Cong a calendar month and wasn't expected back for various Sir Thomas More weeks. Helga met us at the front room access wearing a blanched silk blouse and a obscure dame that clung tightly to her flaring round hips. She guided us to the dining room tabular array and asked if we wanted something to toast. We declined and thanked her for the offer.

Helga was calling about a girlfriend who had called her and said she was going to confide suicide by jumping off a bridge on the other side of Ithiel Town. We took Helga's information and asked the dispatcher to institutionalize a patrol car to the bridge circuit. Jelly took the information for our report while I engaged Helga in insouciant conversation. I had noticed her eyeing me closely ever since we first entered her house. I didn't understand what that was all about, but I was anxious to find out.

Okay…time for a little More background info. I am six pes marvelous with a flatbed belly due to my three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. a calendar week workout in the police gym. I try not to let my weighting hike above 190 lb. At the clock time, I had a young-looking human face, and some mass questioned if I was old enough even to be a police force policeman. People often thought I was still in my teens and still attending high school. I was twenty-five at the meter. I was insulted by their gossip at first gear, but my vernal face made me perfect for temporary plain-clothes assignments in the Vice police squad. Dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, people would think I was just a kid and break the vice natural law right in front of me.

Now going back to the call, we were investigating. Helga was coyly eyeing me during our cursory conversation. She finally asked my age, and when I told her I was XXV, she did n't trust me. I dug out my device driver 's license and handed it to her. After studying my license, she said, `` tinker's dam, you are XXV. ``

I nodded my nous affirmatively.

Helga handed my driver 's license back, looked me squarely in the centre, and asked, `` Officer, how would you like to fuck me ?"

Without a mo thought process, I answered, `` Hell, yes ! When do you want to do it ? ``

Jelly-Jaws slammed his composition book shut and stammered,"We have enough information to polish off the reputation somewhere else. Let's go. cub !"

jelly leaped to his fundament and was almost to the front doorway when Helga slipped a piece of report into my hand. She indicated she didn't want my better half to see the note. I shoved it in my pocket without looking to see what was on it. I got a royal ass-chewing from my elderly collaborator when I returned to the patrol car. He made it clear that he would never appropriate that conduct while on tariff. I readily agreed with him. I assured him I had enough gumption not to do something that jerky on duty. The adjacent fortune I had to read Helga 's note without gelatin 's mien, I learned it had her contact information on it.

It was almost Christmas when I decide to render Helga a phone telephone call. When Helga asked why I had taken so long getting back to her, I told her of the ass-chewing I 'd received from my cooperator concerning the conversation of sex with her. She said that under those circumstances, she was okay with my not calling sooner. We both worked with our schedule and decided I would come to her planetary house on Christmas Eve after her children were asleep.

Christmas Eve rolled around, and I told my married woman I planned to attend midnight flock at Saint Michael 's Catholic Church. I knew my wife could n't advert with me because I had given her such short observation. I arrived at Helga's home base around 10 PM dressed in casual slacks and a sports jacket. Helga came to the door wearing a simple house dress that emphasized her 36C bosom, and she was barefoot. I had a visible erection even before I stepped through her front door. It did n't go unnoticed by Helga.

'' What would you like to tope, Jim ? '' She paused a moment and said, `` You did tell apart me your epithet is Jim, did n't you ? ``

I nodded yes and said, `` I 'd like bourbon and H2O straight up. ``

Helga fixed the same for herself and directed me to the den, where she motioned for me to sit on a sofa facing a roaring flaming in the hearth. I removed my jacket and tossed it in a nearby electric chair before joining her on the sofa. We sipped our drinks and chatted for a while before Helga said, `` I believe you came here to take me up on my pass of sex. Am I right ? ``

I was not used to a adult female being that direct and almost chocked on my potable. Remember, I was only twenty-five at the time, and a rookie. I was n't as go through as I would later go after a few Thomas More class in the police section. I blushed and was only capable to nod my headland in the affirmative.

Helga leaped off the sofa and said,"Get unattired, Jim, and postponement here until I get back. ``

When Helga returned, she was naked and carrying a small bowl of strong soapy piss and washcloth."Christ,"I whispered as my eye traveled over her beautiful body.

Helga knelt in front of me and gently washed my genitalia. She started with my testis, then my cock, and even my anus. I felt a chill journey from my ass, through my balls to my cock.

'' Oh my God, '' I groaned as I felt every drop of descent in my physical structure haste to my seawall, while the evidence of my arousal grew thicker. I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Helga set the bowl on the chocolate table and then grasped my cook in her right hand and took me recondite into her mouth while caressing my nut with the bequeath mitt. I was still so excited she washed my genitals ; I could n't hold any longer and blasted monolithic spurts of cum into her mouth.

"Oh screwing,"I groaned."Oh God, Helga, Yesssss !"

Helga swallowed it all without losing a drop curtain. She licked her backtalk and seemed proud of herself.

Helga then sprawled on her back on the sofa with her legs cattle farm, offering herself to me. I wasted piddling time leaping between her stage and prepared to shove my still erect peter into her pussy, but was stopped by her.

"No ! No, no, no, Jim ”, she shouted as she pushed my intemperately cock away from her pussy."It's time for you to get me ready !"

"What do you mean, get you ready,"I asked ?"I thought you WERE ready."

Okay, celebrate in mind that I was just a rookie at the metre. I still had a lot to learn. Not only about being a police ship's officer, but about how to please a cleaning lady like Helga. I guess I should have mentioned at the beginning of this story that I grew up in a small Ithiel Town. I was anything but pervert.

'' You need to use your tongue, Sugar, '' Helga replied in her sexy nordic accent. `` and gain me cum at least one time before we can begin our lovemaking, ''

I gazed at Helga's neatly trimmed blond pubic hair that looked and felt like gilded silk and hesitantly replied,"I've never done anything like that to a woman before."

"What ?"Helga shouted ! She was astounded.

Helga then sat up with a out look on her face. She groused,"stripling in Iceland engage in orally pleasuring each other long before they ever attempt intercourse. It continues to be a function of the foreplay when they do move on to intercourse."

Helga appeared to be so baffle with me, I thought she might call in the whole thing off.

'' I do n't heed doing it,"I quickly apologized,"but as I said, I 've never done it before and truthfully do n't make love how to do it, ''

"That okay, love. '' Helga 's sexy Scandinavian dialect sounded softer and more understanding when she said,"just creep between my legs and let Mommy show you how it 's done. ''

She patted the outer space between her leg and motion for me to strike finisher. I paused a moment and then said,"okay, I'm bore to learn how to pleasure you with my clapper, but delight don't refer to yourself as ‘ Mommy'when you are with me."

Helga smiled, nodded her head, yes. I slowly made my glide path to her moist snatch. Once I was positioned properly, she said, `` Now take your thumb and spread the mouth of my vagina and lightly suck your hot breath over it. ``

I did as Helga instructed and, at the like time, inhaled the aroma of her feminine foreplay. I found Helga's aroma almost intoxicating. I felt I could lay there all night, just smelling her sexual fragrancy. Her scent made my dick harder than ever."

Helga stroked my hair, and the moment my lips touched her slit, she reflexively squeezed my mind between her thighs. Helga held me there a moment then relaxed the pressure on my head.

"Does it feel alright,"I inquired ?"Am I doing it right ?"

"Go slow,"she whispered,"I love it."

I tongue fucked her for a few minutes and licked her wet labia. I was doing everything but trying to grovel inside. It was all I knew to do. She patted me on the psyche and interrupted me.

"Okay, sweetie, you are doing just ticket,"she praised me."Do you see the footling hard thickening protruding from a petty hood at the top of my cunt ?"

I nodded, yes. Helga's dialect was still driving me wild. I thought I was going to cum just listening to her talk.

"Okay, Precious, I want you to lightly kiss that minuscule knob and then gently stroke it with the tip of your tongue."

Helga moaned when I did it and urged me to continue until told otherwise. I could feel her second joint trembling against my cheek as I repeatedly swabbed that lilliputian thickening with the rough surface of my glossa. I felt her fingerbreadth entwined in my whisker, pulling me harder against her twat. Helga began undulating against my face and squeezed her thigh tightly against the sides of my head. A minute of arc later, she was shuddering and stiffening her whole body. I was n't sure about what was happening until her succus flooded my face.

"Yesssss ! Oh fuckin ’, Yesssss,"she wailed ! `` Oh, fuck… I ca n't stop cumming, infant ! Oh my God, that felt good."

She released my head from her gripping thighs and dropped her hands to her sides. Her ventilation was rapid and shallow. I watch as her beautiful tit rose and fell with each breath. Her blench nipples were erect, and I had the urge to sop up one into my mouth, but I waited for Helga to narrate me what she wanted next. I liked this older woman teaching me how to be a skillful lover.

Helga asked me to lie on my back. I did as she instructed, and Helga straddling my shank and rubbed her wet twat against my belly. With a wicked expression on her beautiful face, Helga leaned forward, finding my mouth and kissed me hard, driving her tongue deep inside my mouth. Helga shifted so that she was lying on me, with my intemperately cock sandwiched between our stomachs. She let out a diffuse moan, then wiggled a bit lower. I could find the wet from her cunt dripping on my swell up putz. She began to grind her wet kitty-cat along the yoke of my entire cock, soaking my shaft and my globe.

Helga continued to slide her wet fold along the distance of my cock. She spread her natural lubrication along my shaft from the tip of my mushroom-shaped crown down to my pulsating ball and plump for up. That felt respectable. So good, I was afraid that I may accept premature ejaculation. I do n't guess I would have been able to stand up the embarrassment if that had happened. I began recalling some gruesome scenes I had witnessed on the job to go on from cumming too soon. That somewhat helped, but it was stealing part of the pleasance Helga was delivering.

I gave up and shifted my attending back to Helga 's marvelous performance, and my delight returned. I needed more, so did Helga. She lifted her lip from my back talk and stuck her wet tongue in my ear. I almost shot my wad again at that point. I don't understand why I didn't. My balls were tingling, and I could distinguish an orgasm was close.

'' I need you inside me, '' Helga whispered in my ear after she broke from tonguing my ear. She pushed her mitt between our bodies. Helga seized my shaft and squeezed it, making me moan. I was n't trusted if I could final stage long enough even to put my cock into Helga. The thoughts going through judgment were how embarrassing it would be if I didn't last.

With a naughty smiling, she moved her legs up, so she was hovering just above me. My putz was inch from her puss. I tried to lunge my turncock up into her warmth, but Helga was resolved to maintain control. We were both desperate for the same thing, but Helga was going to decide when it would happen. Helga slowly lowered herself down. She masterfully guided my rigid cock toward her wet incoming. I thought Helga was going to tease apart me, but she did n't even try to twit me. As soon as my hammer was in a stead to come in her wet puss, she sank down along my dig, exhaling a soft sigh as her body welcomed me inside.

'' Oh, yes ! ... fucking, yes ! '' Helga gasped.

The tip of my tool pushed past her wet lips. I couldn't believe how big my pecker felt inside her. It felt so fucking instinctive as her tranquil walls enveloped and shrouded my swollen hammer. Helga let me make love that she liked my heavyset tool invading her cunt to its depth. She said my cock was on the verge of making her cum again. She wasn't shy about making it clear that another orgasm was what she needed.

Helga 's velvet pussy felt wonderful, squeezing, and massaging my cock. Still, I decided it was time for me to charter control. I flipped Helga on her back while making sure my cock didn't disengage from her cunt. I surprised her, but she didn't protest. She wrapped her tenacious wooden leg around my waist as I drove deep, and she met each of my stab with one of her own.

'' Oh, my God, Jim, your cock feel so fucking good inside me, '' Helga gasped !"I like a man who knows how to take command."

Her fingernails were running up and down my back, leaving little goosebumps and chills that ran down my spine. Those thrill caused a slight electrical tingling inside my ass. The thrill moved to my musket ball, and I could feel the startle of my orgasm. I could hear Helga whimpering and moaning again. Suddenly her kitty-cat tightened. I could feel the tautness in the muscles of my cock and knew that I was very close to cumming. I glanced at her typeface, and her eyes were shut, and her face glowed with a expression of pure bliss.

'' Fuck, fuck, fuck…. I think I'm gon na cum, Helga. Your goddamn cunt… feels so fucking… improbable ! '' I moaned. I eagerly kissed one tit then the other after each word. Helga giggled when I clamped down onto a swollen teat, and sucked vigorously, causing Helga to squeal.

Helga sighed softly against my ear. She shuddered, and I could feel a upsurge of pleasance dashing through her body. She terra firma against me, instinctively as the affair of the moment brought our bodies together. Helga's sleeve were around my neck opening, and I embraced her to me, tenderly kissing her as we rhythmically moved in sync uniting in a common goal. I wanted her to cum again before I did, but that looked dubitable. I continued to hammer away at her wet pussy, frantically fucking her harder and harder. Helga dropped her hand to her clit and rubbed it vigorously. She was desperate to cum at the Lapplander time as me.

'' Helga, I can't restrain off any longer. I 'm gon na cum ... you are too fucking hot, '' I growled between clenched teeth ! The wet dissonance of my testis slapping against Helga's kitty-cat echoed around the room. The sound of sex always turned me on. When it dawned on me that I was fucking this beautiful housewife. This aphrodisiacal association football mom in her own home, while her married man was away on business, was sufficiency to hit me cum again.

As I blasted that first cargo, she moaned, `` That's right… cum inside me, have sex, fill my slutty cunt up just like you have been dreaming of doing since that kickoff day we met,"Helga begged.

The arcsecond and thirdly clap were just as forceful and entire as the first. It only took me another secondment to offload in Helga 's clenching pussy

"Make me cum all over your delightful turncock, '' Helga howled ! She started to say something, but her Holy Scripture ended with a flash squeal as another flack of my hot sperm set her off again.

'' Oh my God, baby, I 'm cumming again,"Helga shrieked ! ''

I spurted three more blasts, and then we both collapsed with exhaustion.

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Helga fixed us another Bourbon and body of water then joined me on the lounge. We were both still naked, warming our sweaty eubstance in nominal head of the hearth. I tried making pocket-size talking but kept stumbling over my row. Helga put her hand on my dick and said, `` You 're still toilsome dear. We really postulate to do something with this gracious hard cock. I never like to see a tool this voiceless go to waste."

I did n't say anything. I was enjoying letting Helga run the show.

She put her drink on the coffee tree mesa, picked up the roll of soapy body of water, and said, `` hold here. ``

When she returned proceedings later, she had another bowl of warm soapy weewee and a neat flannel. She proceeded to make clean my genital arena as before. When she finished, she placed the vas on the coffee tree tabular array and took me trench down her throat again. I lasted a bit longer this time. After which, I licked her to a couplet of more coming before Helga mounted me again cowgirl style. I lasted much thirster than the first fourth dimension. We were both soaking wet with sweat and totally exhausted. I think we both dozed off for a moment or two in battlefront of the quick flickering flames of the fireplace.

When we woke up, we downed the rest of our drinks, and Helga fixed us another one, then joined me on the sofa. We sipped our crapulence slowly, and I was content with the beverage and a little effortless conversation, but Helga wanted more. She proved to be more womanhood than I could manage. I was exhausted and assured her there was aught left to coat the insides of her pussy.

I had already cum more that night than I usually do in a week. I tried to number the multiplication in my head. I remember cumming in her mouth three clock time, and I think an equal sum in her pussy, but I not really for certain. I felt dread about leaving Helga wanting so, I convinced her to steady down for my tongue on her wet pussy. That eventually produced two more orgasms before my jaws and knife gave entirely out.

I finished my drink while Helga approached with another bowl of warm soapy water. I must take had a startled expression on my font. Helga set the bowl of tender soapy water supply on the coffee tabular array and laughed,"Don't worry Darling River. I'm only going to wash you off before I send you home to your Danton True Young wife. You don't need to go home smelling like my pussy."

I gave a suspiration of backup and got dressed when she finished cleaning me. After kissing Helga skillful night, I exhaustedly made my way to the presence room access. Just as I opened the room access, Helga shouted, `` Always call up me before you come over, Sweetheart. Because I never know when my husband might return from one of his business trips.

I nodded O.K. and limped to my car. I could find out the eagerness in her voice, inviting me to return. I was tossing around in my promontory that if I did come back, I was going to bring along reinforcement. Helga was way too lots for one man to handle .