EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS XVIII OR OLDER.

Thirty-two years ago, I was a rookie constabulary officer employed by a large Metropolitan constabulary department and was eighteen months into my two-year probationary period. We did n't induce designated FTO 's ( Field grooming Officers ) back then. However, we still had to be partnered with a veteran police officer. The oldtimer policeman was supposed to instruct me how to lend oneself my schoolroom cognition to the reality of street policing. consider me, it was a very eyeopener.

The seasoned police force ship's officer assigned to train me was a jovial, intermediate top, somewhat adiposis officer. He had a red complexion and bombastic chipmunk jaws. He was affectionately called ‘ Jelly-Jaws.'by his swain officer. His uniform always looked like he had slept in it. Jelly always sounded like he was out of hint every meter he had to get out of the patrol car. Jelly-Jaws knew all the vicious laws just as well as any lawyer in the city. Even though Jelly had only gone through the tenth course, 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 schooltime diploma to practice for the police force officer position.

Jelly was well versed in all of the departmental policy and routine. At this point, I bet you are probably thinking gelatin would be the double-dyed partner to educate a cub police officer. I 'm sorry to disappoint you, but he was the laziest one person I had ever known. He only did what he had to do to fulfill the basic necessary of the job. I was gladiola when my probationary period ended, and I was assigned another partner.

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

Our law supervisors insisted that each patrol car should be able-bodied to release at least two moving traffic trespass ticket per day. The supervisors maintained that no alerting police officer could patrol the streets for eight hours without witnessing two or Sir Thomas More move infringement. Jelly would drop a line two left-turn assault at the same location every day. He said if we gave them more than two tag per day, they would anticipate more than two each day after that. A traffic ravisher could hie by Jelly at LXX miles per hour. If he already had his two ticket for the day, he would ignore 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 genuine police work. One matter I did like about Jelly 's personal philosophical system, he never issued traffic citations in December. His reasoning 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.

OK, enough with the background information. I want to tell you about some of my experiences while working with Jelly. Let me rephrase that. I want to tell apart you about some of my experiences/adventures while working with jelly. We patrolled an field that was referred to as ‘ The silk stockings district .'For those of you not familiar with law jargoon, that district is where all the rich country cabaret type hoi polloi reside. It is populated with doc, lawyers, highly successful salesmen, and continue at home soccer moms with rich married man who travel for months at a clock time on business.

I was assigned to the 3 PM to 11 PM shift in that district. It wasn't unusual to receive a prowler claim any time after dark. Lonely/horny housewives would often anticipate the dispatcher after dark to report a prowler or suspicious person in their yard. Some of the time, there was a sneak, but often it would be just a lonely housewife who needed the attention of a man. They seemed to finger safer, calling a police officer to satisfy their sexual desires. It was more commodious and dependable than hiring a babysitter so they could be free to frequent the local tearing golf hole in search of sexual relief.

Helga Egilsdottir Patterson was one of those lonely housewives. She was from Iceland and had a sexy Icelandic speech pattern when she spoke English. Helga had all the Nordic features ; blond whisker to her shoulders, blue devils eyes, and a pale pinkish-white complexion. Helga had just celebrated her thirty-sixth birthday alone when she called us to her home. Her husband was a world traveller, and he'd met her on a line of work trip to Republic of 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 foolish, 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 pounds, hanker slender peg. And as I mentioned before, her farseeing wavy blond hair flowed down to her shoulder. Helga also had full pouty lips that beckoned me to try them.

Helga's husband often left her at home plate with their two pocket-sized tike when he traveled on business concern for yearn periods. When we received the call to Helga 's theater, her married man had been in Hong Cong a month and wasn't expected back for several more calendar week. Helga met us at the front room access wearing a gabardine silk blouse and a dark skirt that clung tightly to her flaring round rose hip. 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 trust self-destruction by jumping off a bridgework on the early incline of townspeople. We took Helga's info and asked the dispatcher to transmit a patrol car to the bridge. Jelly took the information for our report while I engaged Helga in casual 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 unquiet to find out.

Okay…time for a little more background information. I am six feet marvellous with a flavourless belly due to my three days a week workout in the constabulary gym. I try not to let my weight rise above 190 pounds. At the time, 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 teens and still attending high shoal. I was twenty-five at the time. I was insulted by their comment at first, but my youthful face made me perfect for temporary worker plain-clothes designation in the Vice team. Dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, people would remember I was just a kid and break the frailty police force 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 twenty-five, she did n't believe me. I dug out my driver 's license and handed it to her. After studying my license, she said, `` tinker's dam, you are twenty-five. ``

I nodded my head affirmatively.

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

Without a back thinking, I answered, `` snake pit, yes ! When do you want to do it ? ``

Jelly-Jaws slammed his report book shut and stammered,"We have plenty information to finish the theme somewhere else. Let's go. greenhorn !"

gelatin leaped to his feet and was almost to the front man doorway when Helga slipped a piece of paper into my paw. 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 senior partner when I returned to the patrol car. He made it clear that he would never allow that demeanor while on duty. I readily agreed with him. I assured him I had enough sense not to do something that dopey on duty. The future prospect I had to scan Helga 's greenback without Jelly 's presence, I learned it had her contact information on it.

It was almost Yule when I decide to give Helga a phone margin 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 agenda and decided I would make out to her business firm on Christmas Day Eve after her children were asleep.

Yuletide Eve rolled around, and I told my wife I planned to attend midnight Mass at angel Michael 's Catholic Church. I knew my wife could n't attend with me because I had given her such shortly bill. I arrived at Helga's home around 10 PM dressed in casual slacks and a sports cap. Helga came to the door wearing a simple house dress that emphasized her 36C breasts, and she was barefoot. I had a seeable erection even before I stepped through her front line door. It did n't go unnoticed by Helga.

'' What would you like to booze, Jim ? '' She paused a moment and said, `` You did order me your figure is Jim, did n't you ? ``

I nodded yes and said, `` I 'd like bourbon and water 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 firing in the open fireplace. I removed my cap and tossed it in a nearby chair before joining her on the couch. We sipped our drinking and chatted for a while before Helga said, `` I believe you came here to take me up on my offer of sex. Am I right ? ``

I was not used to a woman being that direct and almost chocked on my drunkenness. Remember, I was only xxv at the time, and a rookie. I was n't as know as I would later become after a few Sir Thomas More 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 undressed, Jim, and waiting here until I get back. ``

When Helga returned, she was naked and carrying a minor bowlful of ardent soapy water and face cloth."Good Shepherd,"I whispered as my optic traveled over her beautiful body.

Helga knelt in front of me and gently washed my privates. She started with my musket ball, then my prick, and even my anus. I felt a shiver journeying from my ass, through my balls to my tool.

'' Oh my God, '' I groaned as I felt every drop of line of descent in my body rush to my groin, while the grounds of my rousing grew thicker. I thought I was going to cum decently then and there.

Helga set the stadium on the deep brown tabular array and then grasped my cook in her right paw and took me deep into her mouth while caressing my orb with the go forth hired hand. I was still so charge she washed my genitals ; I could n't apply any prospicient and blasted massive spurts of cum into her mouth.

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

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

Helga then sprawled on her back on the couch with her peg spread, offering herself to me. I wasted piddling time leaping between her legs 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 intemperate rooster away from her pussy."It's time for you to get me ready !"

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

Okay, sustain in head that I was just a rookie at the time. I still had a lot to study. Not only about being a constabulary officer, but about how to please a womanhood like Helga. I guess I should have mentioned at the start of this story that I grew up in a small-scale town. I was anything but sophisticate.

'' You need to use your clapper, Sugar, '' Helga replied in her sexy Nordic idiom. `` and make me cum at least one time before we can begin our sexual love, ''

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

"What ?"Helga shouted ! She was astounded.

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

Helga appeared to be so thwarted with me, I thought she might call the all 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, dear. '' Helga 's sexy Nordic accent sounded softer and more understanding when she said,"just crawl between my legs and let Mommy render you how it 's done. ''

She patted the space between her legs and apparent motion for me to impress finisher. I paused a bit and then said,"Okay, I'm eager to get a line how to pleasure you with my spit, but delight don't refer to yourself as ‘ mummy'when you are with me."

Helga smiled, nodded her head, yes. I slowly made my approach to her damp kitty-cat. Once I was positioned properly, she said, `` Now film your thumbs and spread the lips of my vagina and lightly bluster your hot breath over it. ``

I did as Helga instructed and, at the same time, inhaled the aroma of her feminine arousal. I found Helga's fragrance almost intoxicating. I felt I could lay there all nighttime, just smelling her sexual fragrancy. Her aroma made my prick harder than ever."

Helga stroked my pilus, and the instant my lips touched her pussy, she reflexively squeezed my headland between her thighs. Helga held me there a minute then relaxed the pressing on my head.

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

"Go slack,"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 point and interrupted me.

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

I nodded, yes. Helga's accent 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 little pommel and then gently stroke it with the tip of your tongue."

Helga moaned when I did it and urged me to continue until evidence otherwise. I could feel her thighs trembling against my font as I repeatedly swabbed that fiddling knob with the rough surface of my tongue. I felt her fingers entwined in my pilus, pulling me heavy against her pussy. Helga began undulating against my face and squeezed her thighs tightly against the sides of my head. A minute of arc later, she was shuddering and stiffening her wholly body. I was n't sure enough about what was happening until her juices flooded my face.

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

She released my nous from her gripping thighs and dropped her hands to her sides. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. I watch as her beautiful breast rose and fell with each breath. Her pale nipples were tumid, and I had the urge to wet-nurse one into my mouth, but I waited for Helga to tell me what she wanted next. I liked this onetime woman teaching me how to be a just lover.

Helga asked me to lie on my vertebral column. I did as she instructed, and Helga straddling my waist and rubbed her wet pussy against my belly. With a repellant expression on her beautiful look, Helga leaned forward, finding my mouth and kissed me tough, driving her knife deep inside my backtalk. Helga shifted so that she was lying on me, with my hard hammer sandwiched between our stomach. She let out a cushy moan, then wiggled a bit lower. I could feel the moisture from her pussy dripping on my intumesce cock. She began to grind her wet pussy along the span of my total cock, soaking my shaft and my balls.

Helga continued to slue her wet folding along the length of my prick. She spread her natural lubrication along my shaft from the tip of my mushroom-shaped crown down to my pulsating testis and back up. That felt honorable. So good, I was afraid that I may have premature interjection. I do n't think I would deliver been able to fend the embarrassment if that had happened. I began recalling some macabre scenes I had witnessed on the job to sustain from cumming too soon. That somewhat helped, but it was stealing part of the pleasure Helga was delivering.

I gave up and shifted my care back to Helga 's marvelous operation, and my pleasance returned. I needed more, so did Helga. She lifted her lips 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 state an orgasm 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 trunk. Helga seized my shaft and squeezed it, making me groan. I was n't sure if I could last long enough even to put my cock into Helga. The view going through mind were how embarrassing it would be if I didn't last.

With a naughty grin, she moved her legs up, so she was hovering just above me. My putz was column inch from her pussy. I tried to thrust my rooster up into her affectionateness, but Helga was resolved to defend mastery. We were both do-or-die for the same matter, but Helga was going to decide when it would happen. Helga slowly lowered herself down. She masterfully guided my rigid hammer toward her wet entrance. I thought Helga was going to rag me, but she did n't even try to taunt me. As soon as my dick was in a spatial relation to get into her wet snatch, she sank down along my shaft, exhaling a soft suspiration as her consistence welcomed me inside.

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

The tip of my cock pushed past her wet lip. I couldn't believe how great my cock felt inside her. It felt so fucking natural as her liquid walls enveloped and shrouded my swollen peter. Helga let me make love that she liked my blockheaded cock 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 gain that another climax was what she needed.

Helga 's velvet pussy felt rattling, squeezing, and massaging my cock. Still, I decided it was time for me to charter ascendancy. 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 long 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 feels so fucking good inside me, '' Helga gasped !"I like a man who knows how to subscribe command."

Her fingernails were running up and down my back, leaving little gooseflesh and quiver that ran down my pricker. Those pall caused a slim electric tingling inside my ass. The tingling moved to my ball, and I could palpate the commencement of my climax. I could hear Helga whimpering and moaning again. Suddenly her kitty-cat tightened. I could sense the tenseness in the muscles of my hammer and knew that I was very close to cumming. I glanced at her cheek, and her eyes were shut, and her face glowed with a look of pure bliss.

'' Fuck, screwing, fuck…. I think I'm gon na cum, Helga. Your goddamn cunt… look so fucking… unbelievable ! '' I moaned. I eagerly kissed one breast then the former after each Scripture. Helga giggled when I clamped down onto a swollen mammilla, and sucked vigorously, causing Helga to squeal.

Helga sighed softly against my ear. She shuddered, and I could find a surge of pleasance dashing through her body. She ground against me, instinctively as the intimacy of the moment brought our soundbox together. Helga's blazon were around my neck opening, and I embraced her to me, tenderly kissing her as we rhythmically moved in sync union in a common finish. I wanted her to cum again before I did, but that looked dubitable. I continued to forge away at her wet cunt, frantically fucking her harder and harder. Helga dropped her mitt to her button and rubbed it vigorously. She was desperate to cum at the same fourth dimension as me.

'' Helga, I can't hold off any longer. I 'm gon na cum ... you are too fucking hot, '' I growled between clenched teeth ! The wet noise of my nut slapping against Helga's pussy echoed around the room. The sound of sex always turned me on. When it dawned on me that I was fucking this beautiful woman of the house. This sexy association football mom in her own home, while her husband was away on business, was enough to make me cum again.

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

The endorsement and third blasts were just as emphatic and entire as the first base. It only took me another second to unload in Helga 's clenching pussy

"shuffling me cum all over your delightful rooster, '' Helga howled ! She started to say something, but her words ended with a loud squeal as another blast of my hot spermatozoon set her off again.

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

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

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Helga fixed us another bourbon and water then joined me on the sofa. We were both still naked, warming our sweaty torso in figurehead of the fireplace. I tried making humble talk but kept stumbling over my words. Helga put her script on my stopcock and said, `` You 're still severe beloved. We really need to do something with this courteous gruelling cock. I never like to see a dick this intemperately go to waste."

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

She put her boozing on the coffee mesa, picked up the stadium of saponaceous water, and said, `` hold here. ``

When she returned minute of arc later, she had another stadium of warm soapy water and a unclouded washcloth. She proceeded to clean my genital country as before. When she finished, she placed the vessel on the java table and took me mystifying down her throat again. I lasted a bit longer this time. After which, I licked her to a match of more orgasms before Helga mounted me again cowgirl vogue. I lasted much longer than the initiative time. We were both soaking wet with swither and totally exhausted. I think we both dozed off for a minute or two in front of the warm 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 lounge. We sipped our drinks slowly, and I was content with the drink and a lilliputian chance conversation, but Helga wanted more. She proved to be more char than I could treat. I was exhausted and assured her there was null left to coat the interior of her cunt.

I had already cum more that dark than I usually do in a week. I tried to count the times in my head. I remember cumming in her sass three sentence, and I think an equal amount of money in her slit, but I not really sure. I felt frightening about leaving Helga wanting so, I convinced her to adjudicate for my knife on her wet pussy. That eventually produced two more coming before my jaws and glossa gave entirely out.

I finished my drink while Helga approached with another bowl of strong soapy body of water. I must give had a startled expression on my face. Helga set the bowl of warm soapy water supply on the umber table and laughed,"Don't trouble deary. I'm only going to wash off you off before I send you home to your new 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 beneficial night, I exhaustedly made my way to the front door. Just as I opened the room access, Helga shouted, `` Always call me before you come over, Sweetheart. Because I never know when my husband might return from one of his business trips.

I nodded okay and limped to my car. I could get word the eagerness in her articulation, inviting me to reelect. I was tossing around in my foreland that if I did come back, I was going to work along reinforcement. Helga was way too much for one man to manage .