EVERYONE IN THIS chronicle IS EIGHTEEN OR OLDER.

Thirty-two age ago, I was a greenhorn police force military officer employed by a large Metropolitan Police Department and was eighteen calendar month into my two-year provisionary flow. We did n't have designated FTO 's ( Field Training officeholder ) back then. However, we still had to be partnered with a warhorse constabulary policeman. The veteran officer was supposed to learn me how to go for my classroom knowledge to the reality of street policing. Believe me, it was a real eyeopener.

The veteran police ship's officer assigned to train me was a mirthful, spiritualist height, somewhat overweight officer. He had a red complexion and great chipmunk jaws. He was affectionately called ‘ Jelly-Jaws.'by his fellow officers. His uniform always looked like he had slept in it. gelatin always sounded like he was out of breather every time he had to get out of the patrol car. Jelly-Jaws knew all the felonious Laws just as well as any lawyer in the city. Even though Jelly had only gone through the tenth grade, he was sharp-worded as a stable gear when it came to matching wits with lawbreaker of the law. Jelly completed his GED because he needed a high school sheepskin to utilize for the law officer position.

jelly was well versed in all of the departmental insurance and subroutine. At this point, I bet you are probably thinking jelly would be the perfect partner to train a greenhorn police police officer. I 'm sorry to disappoint you, but he was the faineant one individual I had ever known. He only did what he had to do to meet the introductory requirement of the job. I was sword lily when my probationary menstruation ended, and I was assigned another partner.

jelly's underlying workplace philosophy was,"Give them what they want. No more ; no less."Jelly concentrated Sir Thomas More on avoiding complaint against him than apprehending criminals. Jelly candidly told me that, `` The police department would much rather we serve our eight hours with no taking into custody and no complaint as opposed to felony arrests with complaints against the police section or us. I could never change Jelly 's thinking because he had ten successful long time on the job following his indolent employment philosophy.

Our police supervisors insisted that each patrol car should be able to issue at least two moving traffic violation tag per day. The supervisors maintained that no alert police force officeholder could patrol the streets for eight hours without witnessing two or Sir Thomas More moving irreverence. Jelly would drop a line two left-turn ravishment at the Lapp location every day. He said if we gave them more than two ticket per day, they would bear more than than two each day after that. A traffic violator could speed by gelatin at seventy miles per hour. If he already had his two slate for the day, he would neglect the speeder.

I once questioned Jelly 's thinking about letting egregious violators go without a just the ticket after we had our two left-turn slate. I was firmly admonished for questioning him. After all, I was only a rookie, what the hell did I know about real police study. One thing I did care about Jelly 's personal school of thought, he never issued traffic citations in December. His logical thinking was if a parent had to pay the price of a traffic ticket in December, it might rap some baby out of a Christmastide gift.

O.K., enough with the background entropy. I want to tell you about some of my experiences while working with jelly. Let me rephrase that. I want to evidence you about some of my experiences/adventures while working with gelatin. We patrolled an area that was referred to as ‘ The silk stockings District .'For those of you not familiar with police slang, that district is where all the rich body politic lodge type masses reside. It is populated with Doctor of the Church, lawyers, highly successful salesmen, and stay put at home soccer mamma with fat husbands who travel for calendar month at a meter on business.

I was assigned to the 3 PM to 11 PM chemise in that district. It wasn't unusual to receive a prowler birdsong any time after iniquity. Lonely/horny housewife would often call the starter after dour to cover a sneak or suspect person in their yard. Some of the time, there was a prowler, but often it would be just a lonely woman of the house who needed the care of a man. They seemed to feel safer, calling a police officer to satisfy their sexual desires. It was more convenient and good than hiring a babysitter so they could be gratuitous to frequent the local anesthetic lacrimation holes in search of sexual relief.

Helga Egilsdottir Patterson was one of those lonely housewives. She was from Iceland and had a sexy Icelandic stress when she spoke side. Helga had all the North Germanic feature film ; blond hair to her shoulders, Amytal oculus, and a pale pinkish-white skin color. Helga had just celebrated her 36th birthday alone when she called us to her home. Her married man was a world traveller, and he'd met her on a commercial enterprise trip to Iceland. He fell in dear with Helga at first of all sight and a month later asked her to wed him. You may remember that marrying her after just one month is gooselike, but if you ever saw Helga, I think you would concur that she is strikingly beautiful. Helga is 5'6"and maybe 120-to 125 pounds, farseeing slender legs. And as I mentioned before, her foresightful wavy blond hair flowed down to her shoulders. Helga also had broad pouty mouth that beckoned me to taste them.

Helga's husband often left her at home with their two small youngster when he traveled on business for retentive periods. When we received the call to Helga 's house, her hubby had been in Hong Cong a calendar month and wasn't expected back for several to a greater extent weeks. Helga met us at the social movement door wearing a white silk blouse and a obscure wench that clung tightly to her flaring round pelvic girdle. She guided us to the dining room table and asked if we wanted something to drink. We declined and thanked her for the offer.

Helga was calling about a girl who had called her and said she was going to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge on the other side of town. We took Helga's information and asked the dispatcher to send a patrol car to the bridge. Jelly took the selective information for our write up 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 queasy to find out.

Okay…time for a little more scope information. I am six feet grandiloquent with a flat belly due to my three twenty-four hour period a week exercise in the police gym. I try not to let my weight rise above 190 punt. At the prison term, I had a young-looking face, and some people questioned if I was old enough even to be a police officer. People often thought I was still in my teenager and still attending senior high school schoolhouse. I was xxv at the time. I was insulted by their gossip at first, but my youthful face made me perfect for temporary plain-clothes designation in the Vice team. Dressed in jean and a sweatshirt, people would intend I was just a kid and bump 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 casual conversation. She finally asked my age, and when I told her I was 25, she did n't believe me. I dug out my number one wood 's license and handed it to her. After studying my license, she said, `` shucks, you are XXV. ``

I nodded my head affirmatively.

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

Without a second mentation, I answered, `` Hades, yes ! When do you desire to do it ? ``

Jelly-Jaws slammed his report Word shut and stammered,"We have decent information to complete the written report somewhere else. Let's go. greenhorn !"

gelatin leaped to his feet and was almost to the front door when Helga slipped a piece of paper into my hand. She indicated she didn't want my married person to see the note. I shoved it in my scoop without looking to see what was on it. I got a royal ass-chewing from my senior partner when I returned to the patrol car. He made it cleared that he would never allow that conduct while on duty. I readily agreed with him. I assured him I had enough sense not to do something that foolish on duty. The next fortune I had to read Helga 's note without gelatin 's presence, I learned it had her contact data on it.

It was almost Yuletide when I decide to return Helga a earpiece 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 partner 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 star sign on Christmas Eve after her nestling were asleep.

Christmastide Eve rolled around, and I told my wife I planned to attend midnight Mass at nonsuch Michael 's Catholic Church. I knew my wife could n't pay heed with me because I had given her such short-change notice. I arrived at Helga's home base around 10 PM dressed in casual slacks and a play crownwork. Helga came to the door wearing a simple-minded house apparel that emphasized her 36C breasts, and she was barefoot. I had a visible erection even before I stepped through her front doorway. It did n't go unnoticed by Helga.

'' What would you like to drink, Jim ? '' She paused a moment and said, `` You did recite me your name is Jim, did n't you ? ``

I nodded yes and said, `` I 'd wish bourbon and water straight up. ``

Helga fixed the Sami for herself and directed me to the den, where she motioned for me to sit on a lounge facing a holler fervency in the fireplace. I removed my crown and tossed it in a nearby chairperson before joining her on the couch. We sipped our drinks and chatted for a patch before Helga said, `` I believe you came here to withdraw me up on my fling of sex. Am I right ? ``

I was not used to a fair sex being that direct and almost chocked on my drink. Remember, I was only twenty-five at the fourth dimension, and a rookie. I was n't as receive as I would later go after a few to a greater extent eld in the police department. I blushed and was only able to nod my head in the affirmative.

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

When Helga returned, she was naked and carrying a lowly bowl of warm soapy piddle and washcloth."Deliverer,"I whispered as my eyes traveled over her beautiful body.

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

'' Oh my God, '' I groaned as I felt every fall of blood in my body rush to my mole, while the evidence of my arousal grew thicker. I thought I was going to cum properly then and there.

Helga set the bowl on the coffee table and then grasped my cook in her right hand and took me deep into her mouth while caressing my glob with the left hand. I was still so shake up she washed my genitals ; I could n't keep back any longer and blasted monumental spurts of cum into her mouth.

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

Helga swallowed it all without losing a fall. She licked her back talk and seemed proud of herself.

Helga then sprawled on her back on the lounge with her legs spread, offering herself to me. I wasted footling time leaping between her branch and prepared to squeeze my still erect cock into her pussy, but was stopped by her.

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

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

Okay, hold in creative thinker that I was just a rookie at the time. I still had a lot to read. Not only about being a police officer, but about how to delight a woman like Helga. I guess I should have mentioned at the beginning of this story that I grew up in a belittled town. I was anything but sophisticated.

'' You need to use your tongue, Sugar, '' Helga replied in her sexy Norse accent mark. `` and progress to me cum at to the lowest degree one time before we can get down our sexual love, ''

I gazed at Helga's neatly trimmed blond pubic fuzz that looked and felt like fortunate 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 stunned smell on her face. She groused,"teen in Iceland engage in orally pleasuring each other retentive before they ever attempt sex act. It continues to be a part of the foreplay when they do move on to intercourse."

Helga appeared to be so spoil with me, I thought she might bid the solid thing off.

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

"That okay, Honey. '' Helga 's sexy Scandinavian language accent sounded softer and more empathize when she said,"just crawl between my legs and let Mommy present you how it 's done. ''

She patted the space between her branch and apparent movement for me to move closer. I paused a minute and then said,"Okay, I'm eager to learn how to pleasure you with my tongue, but please don't refer to yourself as ‘ mama'when you are with me."

Helga smiled, nodded her head, yes. I slowly made my coming to her moist pussy. Once I was positioned properly, she said, `` Now take your thumbs and spread the lips of my vagina and lightly blow your hot breath over it. ``

I did as Helga instructed and, at the Sami fourth dimension, inhaled the scent of her feminine arousal. I found Helga's scent almost intoxicating. I felt I could lay there all night, just smelling her intimate scent. Her odour made my cock harder than ever."

Helga stroked my hairsbreadth, and the moment my sass touched her pussy, she reflexively squeezed my head between her thigh. Helga held me there a minute then relaxed the pressure sensation 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 hour and licked her wet labia. I was doing everything but trying to crawl inside. It was all I knew to do. She patted me on the head and interrupted me.

"okey, sweetheart, you are doing just fine,"she praised me."Do you see the little hard knob protruding from a little hood at the top of my slit ?"

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

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

Helga moaned when I did it and urged me to continue until recite otherwise. I could feel her thighs trembling against my face as I repeatedly swabbed that piddling knob with the rough surface of my tongue. I felt her fingers entwined in my hair, pulling me harder against her pussy. Helga began undulating against my face and squeezed her second joint tightly against the sides of my head. A minute of arc later, she was shuddering and stiffening her altogether body. I was n't for 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, child ! Oh my God, that felt good."

She released my capitulum from her gripping thighs and dropped her hired man to her sides. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. I watch as her beautiful breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her pale mammilla were erect, and I had the urge to suck one into my mouth, but I waited for Helga to enjoin me what she wanted next. I liked this older woman teaching me how to be a better lover.

Helga asked me to lie on my back. I did as she instructed, and Helga straddling my waistline and rubbed her wet slit against my belly. With a wicked expression on her beautiful aspect, Helga leaned forward, finding my mouth and kissed me operose, driving her tongue deep inside my sassing. Helga shifted so that she was lying on me, with my concentrated cock sandwiched between our stomachs. She let out a easy moan, then wiggled a bit lower. I could sense the moisture from her pussy dripping on my vain cock. She began to bray her wet kitty along the span of my entire cock, soaking my spear and my balls.

Helga continued to slither her wet crease along the distance of my shaft. She spread her natural lubrication along my dig from the tip of my mushroom-shaped crown down to my pulsating lump and plunk for up. That felt good. So dear, I was afraid that I may have premature ejaculation. I do n't think I would have got been able to stand the embarrassment if that had happened. I began recalling some gruesome scenes I had witnessed on the job to keep from cumming too soon. That somewhat helped, but it was stealing part of the pleasure Helga was delivering.

I gave up and shifted my attention back to Helga 's marvelous operation, and my delight returned. I needed more, so did Helga. She lifted her brim from my mouth 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 severalize an climax was close.

'' I need you inside me, '' Helga whispered in my ear after she broke from tonguing my ear. She pushed her hand between our bodies. Helga seized my prick and squeezed it, making me moan. I was n't sure if I could close long enough even to put my cock into Helga. The mentation going through mind 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 hammer was in from her pussycat. I tried to thrust my stopcock up into her warmth, but Helga was resolved to maintain ascendence. We were both despairing for the Same thing, but Helga was going to resolve when it would happen. Helga slowly lowered herself down. She masterfully guided my rigid turncock toward her wet entrance. I thought Helga was going to tease me, but she did n't even try to tease me. As soon as my cock was in a office to accede her wet pussy, she sank down along my shaft, exhaling a soft sigh as her trunk welcomed me inside.

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

The tip of my cock pushed past her wet sass. I couldn't believe how great my stopcock felt inside her. It felt so bonk rude as her liquid rampart enveloped and shrouded my tumesce cock. Helga let me know that she liked my thick turncock invading her cunt to its astuteness. She said my tool was on the brink 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 fantastic, squeezing, and massaging my cock. Still, I decided it was metre for me to take control. I flipped Helga on her back while making surely my rooster didn't disengage from her cunt. I surprised her, but she didn't protest. She wrapped her recollective legs around my waist as I drove deep, and she met each of my thrusts with one of her own.

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

Her fingernails were running up and down my rachis, leaving picayune goosebumps and chills that ran down my backbone. Those shiver caused a thin electrical prickling inside my ass. The tingles moved to my balls, and I could feel the scratch of my orgasm. I could listen Helga whimpering and moaning again. Suddenly her snatch tightened. I could feel the tension in the brawn of my cock and knew that I was very close to cumming. I glanced at her face, and her eyes were shut, and her face glowed with a face of pure bliss.

'' piece of ass, roll in the hay, fuck…. I think I'm gon na cum, Helga. Your goddamn cunt… feels so fucking… unconvincing ! '' I moaned. I eagerly kissed one tit then the other after each news. Helga giggled when I clamped down onto a well nipple, and sucked vigorously, causing Helga to squeal.

Helga sighed softly against my ear. She shuddered, and I could feel a surge of pleasure dashing through her body. She ground against me, instinctively as the involvement of the instant brought our bodies together. Helga's weapon were around my neck opening, and I embraced her to me, tenderly kissing her as we rhythmically moved in sync union in a common goal. I wanted her to cum again before I did, but that looked dubious. I continued to forge away at her wet pussy, frantically fucking her harder and harder. Helga dropped her helping hand to her button and rubbed it vigorously. She was do-or-die to cum at the same time as me.

'' Helga, I can't hold off any longer. I 'm gon na cum ... you are too have sex hot, '' I growled between clenched teeth ! The wet noise of my balls slapping against Helga's cunt 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 sexy soccer mom in her own home, while her husband was away on business concern, was plenty to make me cum again.

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

The second and 3rd eruption were just as forceful and wide as the first. It only took me another mo to set down in Helga 's clenching pussy

"shuffling me cum all over your delicious cock, '' Helga howled ! She started to say something, but her password ended with a tacky squeal as another gust of my hot spermatozoan set her off again.

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

I spurted three more than good time, and then we both collapsed with exhaustion.

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Helga fixed us another bourbon and water then joined me on the couch. We were both still naked, warming our sweaty body in strawman of the open fireplace. I tried making pocket-size talk but kept stumbling over my words. Helga put her hand on my stopcock and said, `` You 're still hard honey. We really call for to do something with this courteous hard cock. I never like to see a hammer this hard go to waste."

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

She put her potable on the coffee table, picked up the roll of soapy water, and said, `` waiting here. ``

When she returned min later, she had another bowl of warm up soapy water and a clean flannel. She proceeded to clean my venereal area as before. When she finished, she placed the vas on the coffee table and took me rich down her pharynx again. I lasted a bit longer this time. After which, I licked her to a yoke of to a greater extent orgasms before Helga mounted me again cowgirl style. I lasted much foresighted than the 1st time. We were both soaking wet with effort and totally exhausted. I think we both dozed off for a hour or two in front of the tender flickering flames of the fireplace.

When we woke up, we downed the residual of our drinking, and Helga fixed us another one, then joined me on the couch. We sipped our beverage slowly, and I was content with the potable and a lilliputian casual conversation, but Helga wanted more. She proved to be More woman than I could handle. I was exhausted and assured her there was nothing left to surface the inside of her pussy.

I had already cum more than that night than I usually do in a week. I tried to count the time in my chief. I remember cumming in her oral cavity three time, and I think an equal amount in her pussy, but I not really sure. I felt horrific about leaving Helga wanting so, I convinced her to root for my tongue on her wet pussy. That eventually produced two Sir Thomas More orgasms before my jaws and tongue gave entirely out.

I finished my drinking while Helga approached with another bowlful of warm up soapy water supply. I must give birth had a startled expression on my face. Helga set the bowl of warm soapy H2O on the coffee tree board and laughed,"Don't worry pet. I'm only going to wash you off before I send you home to your Cy Young wife. You don't need to go home smelling like my pussy."

I gave a sigh of relief and got dressed when she finished cleaning me. After kissing Helga in effect night, I exhaustedly made my way to the movement door. Just as I opened the door, Helga shouted, `` Always send for me before you come over, Sweetheart. Because I never know when my husband might reelect from one of his byplay trips.

I nodded O.K. and limped to my car. I could try the eagerness in her spokesperson, inviting me to return. I was tossing around in my head that if I did fare back, I was going to add along reinforcing stimulus. Helga was way too much for one man to address .