My Friends the Allens -- Heat
by Mark Aster

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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.
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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