My Friends the Allens -- Heat by Mark Aster = = = Note: this story contains graphic accounts of sexual relations between consenting adults. If you are a minor, a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain implodes when exposed to such things, stop reading now, and go take a cold shower. = = = I don't know why seeing a policeman at the door was such a shock; my conscience isn't THAT guilty. "Uh, Pat," I called, "police officer to see you!" Pat poked her head out of the kitchen, where we'd all been working on the fruit salad. "Oh, come on in, Sondra," she called, "we'll be out in a minute." The person in the blue uniform smiled at me, and as she moved into the room, I noticed some features I had overlooked at first glance. Officer Sondra Hernandez, badge number 1469, was a tall slim woman, with dirty blonde hair cut close to her head, ice-blue eyes, and long legs. Her skin was a lovely deep tan. "Call me Sondra," she said, as I introduced myself and offered her a drink. It was a stifling hot July evening, and we'd all been sitting around making cold food for dinner, and waiting for company to arrive. Officer Sondra was apparently the company. "And don't call her Sandy, or she'll rip your balls off," said Julie, coming in from the kitchen with Sondra's drink and the bowl of salad. Sondra grinned at me again, "I wouldn't do that while in uniform," she assured me. And immediately she was somewhat less in uniform, slipping off her uniform jacket and her gunbelt, tossing them over a chair, and collapsing onto the couch. Her blue shirt was sweaty, and stuck to her slim but curvy body in various interesting places. Julie handed her the drink and then sat down beside her, cuddling up very close. "Had a hard day, Sondra?" she asked. Sondra nodded and put her arm lazily around her friend, patting her shoulder through the short cotton robe that was all Julie was wearing in the heat. "Don't mind this guy," said Julie, "he's just nervous around policemen ever since he embezzled all that money back in '89." I made a face. "Well, that's nothing to do with me if he did," said Sondra, leaning further back on the couch. Julie raised herself up over her, and lightly kissed her on the mouth. She sighed. Julie began unbuttoning the uniform shirt and working it off over Sondra's shoulders and down her arms. Sondra closed her eyes; her golden conical breasts rose and fell under the practical white bra as Julie's hands moved gently over her. Julie undid the bra, and lightly nuzzled her small brown nipples. "Not interested in lawbreakers?" I asked. Pat came in from the kitchen and sat down beside me, watching her sister make slow and gentle love to the grateful lady cop. "As my Sarge always says," said Sondra, as Julie unzipped her pants and slid them off over her long muscular legs, "I'm an officer on the beat. My mission is not to enforce the laws; my mission is to keep the peace." Julie had Sondra's pants and panties off now, and was kissing and stroking her legs, from the ankles up toward the triangle of brown hair at her cunt. "Oh, baby, that feels good!" My cock was rapidly hardening under my thin shorts as I admired the policewoman's naked body and watched Julie's mouth moving over her skin. Pat noticed, and put one hand idly in my lap, pressing me just enough to enhance the erection. I sighed and pressed against her. She grinned wickedly. "Just the other day, f'rinstance," Sondra went on, as Julie took her left breast in her mouth and carefully sucked on it, "I came across these two guys in the park. They'd AAAAaaahhh set themselves up a little blanket-tent on one side of the green, and OOoooh baby they were going at it hot and heavy. Two nice long cocks going in and out of two mouths, and lots of heavy breathing. Unfortunately, oh GOD yeah OH yeah their blanket had slipped, and they were more or less in PUBlic." Julie's head was between Sondra's legs, and her lips were buried in the officer's moist pussy-hair. We heard delicate sucking sounds as Julie took Sondra's labia alternately into her mouth. "Appalling," said Pat, taking my stiff cock in one hand through my shorts, and gently rubbing up and down. Sondra chuckled between moans. "Now those poor guys were certainly breaking a bunch of laws, but aaaAAHHHH YEAH it was only the blanket that was disturbing the peace." "So what did you do?" asked Pat, pulling off my shorts. "I put the blanket back up where it belonged, of course. And then I stood there carefully examining my notebook, and making sure the blanket stayed where it belonged, until they were done. The noises were marvelous." Julie took both Sondra's nipples between her fingers and gently rolled them, as she applied her mouth more urgently to the officer's open pussy. Sondra spread her legs wider and moaned. "Oh god OH yeah OHyeahOHyeah OH fuck me with your TONGUE you SWEET LITTLE SLUT!" Pat licked her fingers, and then slid them up and down my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I turned to her, and began to press her down onto her back, but she pushed me away and gestured toward her sister. Julie was bent over in front of Sondra, keeping the officer gasping and writhing at the edge of orgasm, and Julie's sweet little ass was in the air, her pussy peeking out backwards from under the short robe. Her ass and her thighs glistened with sweat. I walked over, cock in hand, and knelt down behind her. I slid the robe up over her ass and onto her back. As she sucked on Sondra's clit and thrust two fingers in and out of her cunt, I entered her from behind, my stiff rod sliding easily into her. She moaned with pleasure, deep in Sondra's bush. Slowly, as Sondra came long and loudly on the couch, her trim body arched and her breasts heaving, Julie and I began to move together, her body pressing back into me, driving me deeper into her, even as with her mouth she finished Sondra off. Sondra's moans and screams were memorable; as I fucked Julie with my throbbing staff, I thought about the soundproofing of the Allen girls' suite, and I wondered again if THIS was why their mother had designed it that way in the first place. Julie began giving little screams of delight herself as my cock swelled and hardened inside her. Sondra relaxed on the couch, watching us, as we moved together faster and harder. My pelvis pounded against Julie's ass, and I pumped roughly in and out of her cunt, my breathing heavy and ragged. As Julie and I came together, her hot soaking walls spasming and clutching at my cock as I shot her full of cum, Sondra was looking into my eyes, and as the orgasm tore every drop of semen from me, I saw something hot and hungry deep inside her. We each went off to the bathroom to clean up, and Pat brought out more things from the kitchen. We had a light cool dinner of fruit salad, gazpacho, tuna salad, and fresh bread, and sat around talking until late in the night. Pat and Julie invited us to stay, but we both had to be up early the next day, so we left after midnight, and went our separate ways. The summer stayed hot. One night a couple of weeks later, I was on my way back to my apartment from the local pool room. It was dark but sweltering. Eastwick, where my place is, isn't the best of neighborhoods; I've always been glad of the police station two blocks away. Tonight, as I rounded the corner, I came upon a little knot of police officers, talking and walking together on their way back to the station, coming off beat. I waved at them casually, and then I noticed that one of them was Sondra. "Y'all go on ahead," she said to the others, "I need to talk to this citizen." "But Sondra..." one of them objected. "Don't worry!" she said, "I'll see you back at the station." The other officers waved and continued. "Hi!" I said. "Hi," she answered, "come on back here." She lead me back into a dark and deserted alley between two dirty brick apartment buildings. It was very dim, the only light coming from a streetlamp around the corner. "OK, citizen," she said, and I realized she had her gun out, "assume the position. Hands on the wall, feet spread out." My heart in my throat, I complied. "What did I do, Officer?" I asked. She walked over to me, and kicked my feet further apart, almost knocking me off balance. "Nothing," she said, "I'm just abusing my police powers by depriving you, an innocent citizen, of your civil rights. You got a problem with that?" I thought of her collasped on the couch, that hot hunger I'd seen in her eyes. "When you put it that way, Officer," I said, "I guess not." She laughed. Then she was running her hands over me. "Checking for concealed weapons," she said. Now as I recall, this always involves two officers, and it doesn't involve the officer pressing her body amorously against the suspect. But I didn't complain. She slid her hands caressingly over my clothes, under my arms, down my sides, and between my legs. She stroked my ass, and ran her fingers over my cock from behind. It began to swell and harden. She took her nightstick in one hand, and thrust it between my legs, pressing it firmly against my groin. I moaned. "Just as I thought," she breathed in my ear, pressing herself against me as she stroked my erection, "do you have a permit for this weapon?" I gasped. "I'm afraid not, Officer." Still stroking, she moved between me and the wall and knelt, her head at the level of my hips. She unzipped my pants and drew out my cock. One hand made a fist around it, and she pumped three times, bringing me to an aching stiffness. "This will have to be confiscated," she said, and closed her lips around my penis. I leaned against the wall, my eyes closed and my hips slowly rocking as the policewoman sucked my cock there in the darkness of the alley. Somewhere in the distance, a radio was playing loudly, and a fire siren screamed. The alley smelled vaguely of piss. As her lips moved over my throbbing skin, waves of hot pleasure began to run through me. I could feel the sweat rolling down my body. I looked down. In the darkness, I could barely make out her blonde head moving back and forth, her mouth stretched around my slick aching cock. As she sucked, she fondled my balls, and gently squeezed the base of my shaft. Then she pulled me almost out of her mouth, holding just the head between her lips, and pressed her tongue all around the hot taut skin. "God, if you keep that up, it's all over!" I whispered, feeling the cum gathering in my hips. "Stay right where you are," she said, getting up, "Don't turn around." I heard her move backwards, towards the abandoned car that sat across the alley. I heard fabric rustle, and something heavy drop to the ground. "OK," she said, her voice husky, "come over here." She had taken off her gunbelt, pants, and panties, and was sitting bare-assed on the hood of the ancient car. Her legs were spread wide, and I could smell her cunt as I went to her. As I put my arms around her and she took my cock in her hand, she breathed "Us cops have our fantasies, too, you know." Then she slipped me inside her, and kissed me hard and deeply on the mouth. We fucked long and hot. My cock was big and stiff from her mouth, and her pussy was amazingly tight. As I thrust into her, she leaned back on her arms, her mouth open, gasping and whispering. OHyeahOHyeahOHyeah... I pumped faster, driving her ass into the metal of the hood. She moaned and cursed as she moved toward orgasm. "OHchristOHjesusOHyeahOH GOD!" I took her by the shoulders and drew her to me, my cock now impossibly stiff, filling her up and urgently stroking her inner walls. I could tell that when she came, her scream would be loud enough to bring the whole precinct out, so as the muscles of her cunt contracted, I closed my lips over hers, and she screamed into my mouth as she came. She kept screaming as I brought myself off, thrusting into her spasming cunt as waves of ecstasy shot out of me. "oh GOD I love it," she moaned into my ear, "oh god oh god oh god oh god oh are you coming? are you coming in my cunt?" And I did come, finally exploding deep in her hot tight darkness, groaning and crushing her mouth with mine as I filled her with cum. She kissed me back, her tongue caressing mine until my last drop was spent. She hugged me tight and whispered into my ear, "Thank you for supporting your local police." Then she pulled her panties and pants back on, slung her gunbelt over her shoulder, and, hips swaying, she walked off into the dark steamy night. My Friends the Allens -- Heat by Mark Aster The End