2 comments/ 48778 views/ 2 favorites Copping a Feel By: hickoryfarmer Let me makes something very clear, I am old enough to know better. Me, Wendy, the well endowed unlucky too many times woman who only gets noticed for my boobs, not my brains. It is not like I am a 20 year old kid, some stupid innocent. A whole lot closer to 50 than 40, to be honest. This girl has been around the block no matter how you define that block. Around as many times as it takes to know that night I was about to be felt up. It was not dinner at a five star, it was not an evening out clubbing, it was just two people in a living room watching an old movie on the cable that set the stage. Watching, laughing, talking and, slowly but surely, moving closer and closer together. Physically closer, we already had the emotional bond it took to get me out on a date. Several dates, even though nothing had as of yet happened between us. We are not virgins, either one of us, that was not the issue. More like timing and on this night, the time was right. I felt good, warm, soft and so secure, I know that. I know I tilted my head over as the movie played, resting on a nearby shoulder. An arm slipped around me, there was a nuzzle to my ear. I felt good, it felt right, we kissed. Soft, slow, tender, two sets of lips met. A simple peck, we linger and then I giggled. Again soft, slow, tender. Oh, Sweet Jesus, so tender. A mouth covers mine, my arms envelop another. A hand strokes my hair as our lips search for something only romantics can find. A tongue slips in, I return the favor. Soft, slow, lips so sweet in a kiss that could last forever. A kiss on my lips, my cheek. A gentle hand caresses my hair, my face. China blue eyes before me twinkle. So soft, so sweet, lips cover mine. I am old enough to know better. I have been around the block. I know what is happening and I am loving every second. A hand slides to my shoulder, gently caressing. A giggle and then a finger traces the pattern of my bra strap down my chest. I do not resist, I will not resist, not if I might have these tender, sweet kisses. More, give me more, even as a hand caresses my breast, softly at first, tenderly massaging my badge of womanhood. The sweet kisses continue, the hand rises slowly. I have been around the block, I know. Yes, I know. I can still remember the first time I was felt up, a month before I married for the first time. Only a month, I had protected my honor, my virtue, my flower as if it was Fort Knox's gold. Soon I would realize how foolish I had been, my wedding night, my virginity gone and I laying in a bed wondering if it would ever get better. It did, but not from my first husband, gone and forgotten. The kisses on my lips draw me back to the reality of the moment, so tender and yet so demanding as well. Demanding I respond in kind, letting my heart slip from my soul into the mouth of another. Now I stroke a cheek, skin so wonderfully alive. I am a woman, I could kiss for hours and still need more. More of this sweetness, more of this excitement that only two bodies entwining can bring. Excitement that once sent me over the edge. Not with my first husband, certainly not on my wedding night, nor with the second husband did I come to cliff's edge and tumble. It was another, a most beautiful man, a most incredible man I met when I was married to Number Two. A man I became friends with, a man I fell in love with while married. A man who came to visit me, in the privacy of my house. A man who seduced me even as I seduced him. God, he was perfect. I raced back into the reality of the moment, my lips still searching for even more as my tongue darted in and out. As gentle hands caressed my face and hungry lips sought mine. Beautiful tender kisses and my mind raced backwards in time. God, so perfect. It wasn't supposed to happen and it had. It was just to be a kiss and perhaps a walk, not Wendy stripped nude and him pleasing us both as only lovers can. He was a perfect man, making love, never screwing, every time he came to me. Every time I came to him. A beautiful man who got away. Reality. Kisses are on my throat, driving me wild. A gentle caress brushes my cheek. I kiss the top of a head, a forehead, drawing this delicious mouth up to mine again. Wallowing in kisses, my body electrified by my heart. My heart pounding, my joy immeasurable. A laugh. A laugh but it is not mine. I stop, are my kisses that amusing? Am I unworthy? Another laugh as blue eyes twinkle. I am puzzled, I am not a clown. A laugh and then a finger points. Points downward. My God, I have given it all away. My nipples stand erect, through my bra, through my shirt. Yes, my dear, I am hot. Yes, my darling, I am electrified. Yes, I am totally, completely turned on. Yes, dearest, you may undress me. Now. No husband ever undressed me, a God's true. Both my lovers did. My lovers before. Four men I have laid with, am I a whore? Is that what I am, my dear, am I a tramp? A head shakes, blue eyes turn tender. I was, I am, a woman. I was not a whore. I am not a slut. No husband ever, it was always me. I fought the urge for tears to flow. No husband. Hands were at my top button. I look downwards, watching fingers opening my top closure and slowly beginning to peal back the lapels of my blouse. Four more buttons and I will be open. My girlish thoughts take over, I should have worn a pretty bra. I didn't expect to be bared. Felt, yes, but as a teenager would, fully clothed and groping for momentary pleasure. My woman near 50 thoughts prevail. I am who I am and another button opens by foreign hands. Slowly, tenderly. I close my eyes and tilt my head back. No need to watch, I can feel. No need to think, I am going to be felt. Indeed, I know, I have been through the drill. My blouse will be opened enough and a bare hand will explore first my chest and then each breast inside my bra. A gentle hand, massaging me until I ask for mercy. Not consent, not on this evening, simply another step in the paths of lovers. No need to watch, I feel another button open and hands peeling back lapels. Hands stopping as blue eyes admire. Yes, I am a big woman. Yes, my darling blue eyes, I know you have described me as huge to your friends, that I know. These are 40 DD's, now swollen by my own lust for your kisses. For your touch. I feel a gentle hand slip under my bra strap and begin its descent to pleasure. The pleasure of a bare breast. Yes, blue eyes, I do enjoy the attention, but only in the intimate moments between a couple such as us. I am not to be ogled or the subject of crude remarks. I am to be worshipped. Worshipped as that perfect man did once upon a time. God, that first night in his arms remains branded by the fire iron he carried between his legs. Not once, not twice, not three, not four but five times he came after me as a man should have a woman. Five times he took his pleasure, giving more in return. Treating me as a woman, as a lover, as the goddess I deserved to be and I lost him. I pressed too hard, I wanted too much, I demanded what would and could not be mine. Once upon a time I was a foolish woman. I felt realty slowly withdrawing a hand as a memory rushed away. I stare, blue eyes now sparkling as my buttons all open. As my lapels are pulled back, my blouse slipping off my shoulders. Hands slip behind my back. Oh God, why didn't I wear something pretty? I am unhooked, sweet Jesus I am being made bare. Jesus, I am so silly. God, I am embarrassed. I am turning so red, even with all the love I have for you, darling blue eyes. I am still so backwards, not the harlot of literature or film. A deep blush and I know I am being stripped to the waist. My blouse gone, my bra tossed away, I close my eyes, shyly cover my breasts with my hands and fall more in love. Gentle hands take my wrists, drawing my hands away. I opened my eyes and felt my heart pound. Yes, I am bare to you. You, sweet blue eyes, letting my hands go as you gently caress my shoulder. My chest. Slowly, surely, caressing each breast. Yes, I am bare to you. Yes, I know my nipples stand to salute your tenderness. They are hard, darling, hard to your touch. Take, darling, take. I reach down, drawing my left breast up. Take, sweet blue eyes, drink as if I am the goblet of life. Of love. Take to your heart's content. I watch, the smile growing from my heart to my lips as a head lowers, kissing my chest. My breasts. A hungry mouth that finds my nipples. That drives me wild. Only one man ever drove me to orgasm this way, even with 40 DD's. That may change quickly. A hungry mouth yet so gentle, suckling as my womanhood comes alive. I cradle a loving head close, knowing my woman scent is escaping. Knowing gentle hands are unsnapping my slacks. I am so bare, so electrified, so in love. Feed, my darling, feed and drive to a woman's pleasure. Even as in love I feel you slipping my slacks down. Slipping my panties down slightly. Oh God, driving me to where I so needed to be and the first gush of lust exploded inside my body. For six months I was married before the first climax escaped my soul. Now, first time bare and willing to my blue eyes I have come again. My panties are soaked and I am not even bare. That gentle mouth keeps feeding, my body explodes again and my love sweeps from my soul. Oh, sweet Jesus, I come again but I must not be selfish. I was just going to be felt, to bare my breasts and let this one, the one I truly love, touch me as only lovers should. It was not supposed to go this far. It must not. Never have I given my body in anything but total love the first time. No man has ever taken advantage of my lust, he must always earn my love. I have never loved like this, loved first and then the lust has come. Still, for all the beating of my heart, for all the pleasures that have escaped, it cannot be, not now. Not on a couch, not from the heat of the moment. Only when I have thought, thought long and hard. Not now, not now. With all my strength I press a loving head away from my breasts, sitting up slowly. I am bare to the waist, how beautiful it would feel to have my darling blue eyes bare against me. Not now though, in this moment of passion, a glimmer of reason. My God, I hope my beloved, my darling who looks at me with such tenderness will understand as I say the only words I can think of. "No, Jane, we can't." Copping a Feel Rebecca and I had been friends since she transferred to our school shortly after Christmas break. We immediately bonded over our mutual hatred of that god-awful series Twilight. We had both just turned 18 and we had been talking in our Creative Writing for a few months about some of the most random things. We discovered that we had the same basic sense of humor. And that sense of humor was mostly sexual humor. We would often tell dirty jokes, make dirty gestures and occasionally rub our hands on each others legs or arms. But that was as far as we ever went. Until recently. Rebecca was a short girl with a tight body. She had medium length red hair and deep green eyes. Her face was smooth and clear of acne. And her breasts were amazingly supple and full. You could practically feel how soft they were just by looking at them. We were sitting in class when the teacher told us we would be watching a movie based on some book we had just read. Rebecca and I had our phones out before the lights went out. We flipped them open and began texting as soon as the movie started. Most of it was pretty boring stuff: WAS UP? NOT MUCH. SITTIN HERE WATCHIN A MOVIE IN CLASS. GET OUT! ME 2! W@ R THE CHANCES? This stuff continued for a while until we started the dirty talk: IM TOUCHING U W/MY MIND IM SUCKING U HARD O YEA THAT'S GOOD YOU LIKE IT? O YES MMM.... U DIRTY BOY Finally it happened. The conversation segued to me talking about her boobs. She brought up the fact that I was talking about her boobs a lot. She asked me if I had ever touched a girls breasts. Not knowing where this was going, I answered that I had in fact never even seen a girls tits before. I had never even looked on the internet at porn. Aside from the dirty jokes, I was a quiet almost shy kid. This surprised Rebecca. She then texted something I didn't expect: WANT 2 TOUCH MINE? Was she serious? We had never gone so far before and I was apprehensive to answer. After a moment, I responded: U SERIOUS? SURE. Y NOT? She closed her phone and pocketed it and faced the front of the room, waiting. I put mine up as well. Should I do it? Was she really serious? My hand twitched and slid forward slightly and resting on her shoulder. I felt her bristle and saw the corner of her mouth twitch. Other than that, she appeared to be watching the movie. I moved my hand to the base of her shirt and slipped my fingers under it. Her skin was soft as I ran my hand slowly upward. I paused temporarily about an inch from her bra to consider stopping and thanking God that we were in the back of the class away from second glances. Finally I moved my hand upward and wedged it underneath her bra and stretched my hand over as much of her breast as I could. I squeezed gently and got my first feel of a girls tits. The feeling was amazing. It was soft and warm. A virtually indescribable feeling as I squeezed slightly harder and massaged her nipple. I reached my other hand up and forced it under her shirt and bra to squeeze the other one. Her shirt was practically off as I played with her boobs. She shuddered and moaned quietly and placed her hands on mine, guiding me over her body and she quickly undid her pants and forced my hands into her pants guiding me to rub her clit through her panties. I fingered her quickly and nudged her panties down to insert a finger into her tight pussy. It was already sopping wet and I suspected she was close to an orgasm. While I may be shy, I am actually quite sexually knowledgeable. I finger fucked her until her back arced in her seat and exploded in my hand. I continued to rub until I knew she was spent. I lifted my cradled hand filled with her juices to her lips and probed past her lips forcing her to drink the contents feebly. After she consumed it all, I pulled her shirt back down and zipped her pants for her as she was too tired apparently to do it herself. Time passed and the class ended and everyone was leaving. I got up and waited for Rebecca. Apparently she was still at a loss for energy. I held out my hand and helped her up. When we were out of the classroom, I leaned over and said: "Do you maybe want to go to a movie this Friday? Maybe we can continue this and finish what we started." She answered with new strength. "Oh God yes." "Then I'll call you tonight." The days following went by quickly as the night of Rebecca and my date approached. I pulled up to her house and knocked on her door. She answered the door after one ring of the bell. She was dressed in a slutty yellow tank top and a tiny pair of shorts that went about an inch down from her crotch. And yes, of course I noticed that. I did look at her crotch. Deal with it. She stepped out and took my hand as we headed to my car. We got in and drove off to the theater. Fifteen minutes later, we were seated in the seats of said theater, waiting for the movie to start. We passed the time by making out and subtle groping. Most of the theater was empty except for a few people seated near the front. Finally the lights darkened and the previews began. Rebecca wasted no time in kneeling between my knees on the ground, undoing my pants. My dick bounced out of my pants to meet her face. Her mouth immediately engulfed my slightly hardened cock. She sucked until I was entirely engorged and jacked me off for a while. I placed my hand on the back of her head and forced her up and down on my member. I pulled her head off and moved her up to her seat and crouched between her legs. I undid her skanky shorts and slid them completely off. She wasn't wearing any underwear. That dirty girl! I buried my hand in her pussy and ate her out. I lifted my hand and fingered her tight snatch while sucking gently at her clitoris. She was pulling at her spaghetti strap top to get it off. When she did, she began playing with her tits and moaning softly. I lowered my hand and began to insert my finger into her ass hole and fuck her sphincter quickly as I kissed at her twat. When I felt a trickle of warm liquid enter my mouth, I moved away from her and sat up in my own seat. She moved my pants down and pulled them off. When her job was accomplished, she pulled herself onto my lap and straddled my dick. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock. When my dick was met with the resistance of her cherry, she did not hesitate to shove herself all the way down my pole, puncturing the hymen and deflowering us both. Her head flew back as she bit her lip to avoid disturbing the movie-goers. I lowered my head to suck on her tits while she gathered herself. Finally she looked at me and pulled my head away from her breasts and kissed me passionately. I gently raised her a few inches from my lap and lowered her again. She took over and went at a pace of her own. The feeling was amazing. I felt the soft walls of her vagina sliding and contracting on my dick. I felt her thighs meeting mine every time she re-lowered her body. Her boobs rubbed against my chest, causing me to get impossibly even more horny. This was the best feeling in the world, hands down. Finally I felt a tightening in my balls as I grabbed her ass and came right in her pussy. When she felt me fill her stomach with my seed, she erupted on my lap. She moaned loudly, and I was glad the movie was on an action scene to avoid being heard. When we were both done, she hopped off my dick and eagerly lapped the remaining cum from it. She sat in my lap and we looked at the movie screen. We hadn't been paying attention and saw no point in starting. So I whispered in her ear: "Wanna try the 'forbidden sex'?" "What's that?" she asked. I responded: "Anal." She bristled slightly at the idea. After consideration, she smiled and said, "For you, I will." I grinned and slid her from my lap and onto the floor where I propped her on her hands and knees. I knelt behind her and tapped my rock hard dick at the entrance of her ass. I pushed gently into her and felt her hole tighten at the sudden intrusion. I pushed in a little further, an inch at a time, until I was balls deep in her poop chute. I pulled out until only the head remained in. then I pushed in and built a pace and fucked her, doggy style. I quickened and hardened my thrusts while she moaned loudly. I felt her ass tighten and milk my cock as I went. Finally I was at my climax again. I pulled out and flipped her on her back. I bent over her face and jerked myself off until my cream poured out and into her mouth. She sucked it all in as fast as she could. We were both sweaty and tired. I collapsed beside her with my hands on one of her breasts and the other fingering her clit. We laid there on the floor and made out until we felt the movie was coming to its own climax. We sat up and pulled our clothes on. When the movie was over, we left and got into my car. The entire ride back to her place, she spent with her head in my lap sucking my dick. This girl had an insatiable hunger for cock. I knew I would be sore tomorrow, but I let her continue. We arrived at her house and I regretted watching her go up the walk to her porch. Mainly because I could see every curve of her body through her clothes, making me hard for the umpteenth time today. Before she opened the door to her house, she looked back at me and grabbed her breasts and she pulled the top of her shirt down to reveal her perfect areolas to me. She made a kissy face at me and entered her house. Oh, this girl. This was definitely not over. Copping A Feel Young Harriet Humper gunned the engine of her 2000 Camaro and pushed the accelerator to the floor as the engine roared with all the horsepower lying beneath the hood. The steering wheel vibrated slightly and Harriet's gargantuan breasts jiggled and bounced as she took the speed of the vehicle past 90 MPH. It was with horror that she suddenly heard the sound of a siren resounding in her ears. In no time, her car was pulled to the side of the road and a police officer was asking for her license and registration. "Do you know how fast you were going?" the officer asked in an irritated voice that conveyed his aggravation at her excessive exceeding of the speed limit. "No, sir," Harriet breathed in a childish, but husky Marilyn Monroe voice that oozed with sensuality as she undid one of the buttons of her blouse to allow the cop to check out her substantial cleavage. "I think I may have been speeding. I'm sorry to trouble you this way." "Speeding is an understatement," the officer replied, his eyes dropping to survey the swells of her tits that squeezed from the top of her yellow blouse. "I clocked you at 90 miles an hour. That's reckless driving." "Oh, gee!" Harriet groaned in a parody of a 1950s teeny bopper as her hands softly pressed her twin titans together. "Was it that fast? Gosh, I'm sorry, officer. Isn't there some way to make this up?" "A ticket is the way you are making this up, young lady," the officer retorted with widening eyes as he watched the teenager play with her big fucking boobies that were threatening to burst out of the tight top. "People going this fast sometimes end up spending a couple days in jail." "No!" Harriet shrieked with phony horror plastered on her face as she took a look at the officer's groin with hunger and longing, wanting to jerk down this fucker's zipper. "Let me make it up to you." The officer adjusted his collar and looked into her beautiful, sparkling eyes. Then he returned the smile that she gave him and Harriet knew that she was starting to break down this official's defenses. Her charms were myriad and always efficacious and were guaranteed to assuage any man's hardness, that is except for the hardness in his pants. Harriet was about to make her move on this cop in a jiffy. "Are you trying to bribe me?" the officer asked with surprise tinging his voice. "Maybe," Harriet cooed with a naughty grin on her face as her right hand reached out in a flash and grabbed his crotch and squeezed it. "How do you like that, Mr. Law And Order?" "Mmmmmmmmmm! Not bad!" he moaned loudly as the traffic whizzed past them so fast that it was barely able to be seen with any detail. "I do believe that you are trying to get out of this ticket." "Am I succeeding?" Harriet asked him as she slowly slid down the fly of his uniform slacks and reached inside the opening. "By the way, what's your name?" "You're succeeding admirably," he replied as Harriet's greedy and childish looking hands found the trunk of his penis and slid it toward his open fly. "My name is Dick. I'm officer Dick Cummings." "And your name fits you to a tee!" Harriet exclaimed as she pulled his dick out of his fly, his dick that was already full of blood and in her estimate, about eight and a half inches long. "What a big fucking wee wee!" "Well, you've got some big things there that I would like to check out too," Dick replied as his hand reached through the window of the vehicle and grabbed her left tittie while his other hand undid the buttons of her blouse. "I just thought of something. Are you Hilda Humper's daughter?" "Sure am, Big Dick," Harriet replied as she giggled and toyed with his hard pecker that was so thick that she couldn't get her hand around it. "I have a good friend named Missy Cummings who is on the cheerleading squad with me at school. Are you related to her?" "Related to her?" Officer Cummings said with a loud voice. "She's my daughter." "Oh, cool!" Harriet giggled as her pinky finger touched the pee hole at the tip of Dick's long and sausage-thick wee wee and lingered in the cleft at the same time that both of his hands greedily kneaded her bulging breasts that hung like twin towers out of her blouse that by this point was opened all the way down the front. "It's nice to meet you. Tee hee!" "Nice to meet some of my daughter's friends," Mr. Cummings said through a deep breath as Harriet leaned through her window and licked at the tip of his erection. "Aaahhh! Especially when they have titties as big as yours are! Mmmmmm! That feels good, little girl! Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, fucking holy shit!" "I've got to stop," Harriet said as she slid his saliva-soaked penis out of her mouth. "We're out on the side of a main highway. We need to find a better place to continue this 'police matter'. Tee hee hee! It's such a small world. Just today Missy and I were sucking all the football players' wee wees and tonight here I am having Missy's father playing with my big boom booms and me tasting his pee wee on the main highway. Ain't life funny?" "Sure is," Dick agreed as his hands squeezed her buxom titties and his fingers closed around the excess of tit flesh that flowed out of her unbuttoned top. "But honestly, you aren't the first of Missy's cheerleader friends that I have fooled around with. She had a sleepover once with about five of her cheerleader friends staying the night. This was before I divorced her mother. Mrs. Cummings was out of town that weekend and two of them spent the night in our bedroom. Let's just say that we didn't do a lot of sleeping that night, but I sure had them cheering. Holy shit, girl! I can't keep my hands off of these titties of yours! But you are right. We better get off of the road. Come on back to the car and we will get in the back seat behind the cage." "Okay," Harriet agreed, her titties bouncing and her blonde hair blowing as they headed to the squad car, whose lights were still flashing against the backdrop of the black night. "Tee hee! I support my local police. Hee hee hee hee! And they take the cost of my ticket out of me in trade!" Dick Cummings' pecker still jutted out of his fly opening and he was too starry-eyed and tittie-crazy to even notice it. He just wanted to get his cock into this hot little piece of ass. Ol' Dicky needed some pussy after the hellacious night on the job that he had had. "You got it!" Dick replied, agreeing with what Harriet said about taking the ticket out of her in trade as he opened the right passenger door of the cop car. "You can just take your shorts and panties off and we can have a little fun right in here on the seat, honey bun. You want me to wear a condom?" "Tee hee! Don't be silly!" Harriet laughed as she took down her jean shorts and the bright yellow panties that were now damp with her feminine juices. "It doesn't feel that good with a rubber on. Plus, I want to feel you squirt your seed deep inside of me. Mmmmmmm! Oh, Big Dick, shut that fucking door and put it inside of me! Oh, fuck, I want it so bad! Oh, fuck, give it to me, officer! Do your fucking duty! Serve the fucking public good with your fucking penis! Fuck me!" "Sure thing," Dick enthusiastically burst out as he pulled his pants down with lightning speed and watched Harriet giggle when she saw his fire engine boxer shorts that his eight and a half inch erection was jutting from. "You're supporting the wrong department," Harriet smilingly joked. "You're a fucking cop! But still, will you let me slide on the fire pole?" "Yep," Dick laughed as he lovingly eased her fleshy thighs apart and pressed her pink nether lips open a little more with his fingers, knowing that he was going to feel pretty big inside of her. "I just don't want to hurt your little cunny." "I don't know," Harriet replied as she watched Dick Cummings shut the door and then breathlessly shuck his fire engine drawers with glee. "I don't think my cunny can be hurt. It has taken some of Taft And Adams High School's biggest wee wees. And none of them were wearing rubbers on them, I might add. Tee hee hee! There is nothing like an unsheathed wee wee in the boy's locker room. Mmmm, good!" Harriet Humper adjusted her naked ass on the quite expansive back seat and smiled as Officer Cummings spread her thighs far apart and placed his body between them, all the while his big penis was throbbing and his mushroom pee wee head swelling at the sight of her nubile feminine form lying seductively before him. "It's just that I am so thick," Dick explained with a grin as he pressed downward, the tip of his shaft pressing against the opened pink lips of the young offender's pussy. "I was told that my dick was like a tree trunk by a woman that I pulled over the other night for reckless driving. She nearly got out of her ticket too until she started bitching and complaining that I was too thick for her and that my penis felt like a log in her pussy and that I kindly needed to take the 'fucker' out. So I gave her two tickets. One was for the reckless driving, of course. The other was for abusive language and the slandering of an officer's penis. That'll teach her to insult an officer of the law when he is trying to fuck her civilian cunny. These people are going to show us policemen some respect." "Well, officer, will you respectfully fuck me before I go nutty?" Harriet said with a giggle and a breath that expanded her oversized gazongas that were by now in Cummings' hands that gripped and fondled her fucking tittie bombs like he was bazoom bonkers. "Push it right in my fucking snatch. I can feel the big bastard slowly penetrating me. He feels big as motherfucking shit! It has been so long since a man has made love to me, Dicky baby. The last five hours have been hell for me without a peter in my sweet pussy. Push it! Fuck me, Big Dick! Give me every damn inch of your love handle! Aaaahhhh!" "Sure thing," Dick replied as he plunged his thick johnson into the flowering lips of this young cheerleader that were open to receive him. "After all, I am a servant of the public. Aaaaaahhh, yeah! And you are a very cute public with big boobies that have been fondled and sucked by the majority of the male community." "Oooooo!" young Harriet winced as she felt the sheer thickness of her newfound lover's wee wee sleekly plunge its way down into her little slot, mixing pleasure with a twinge of pain that the width of his member elicited. "Shit, you're big, Dick. It hurts a little bit, but it feels good at the same time." "Yes, it is thick," Dick Cummings admitted as he slowly began moving inside her in a tender and quite gentle in and out rhythm. "It will feel enormously girthy at first, but I will take it slow and your pussy will adjust to it pretty quickly. Shit, girl! Your pussy feels like it is choking the life out of me! But it feels fucking good too! I'm sure glad you talked me out of wearing a rubber! Skin to skin is an official wee wee's dream come true!" And Harriet too was starting to feel the pleasure of their back seat "arresting" encounter. She sighed and cooed as she brought her hips up to meet his giant organ as the shocks of the police car groaned and the vehicle began to bounce up and down with their fucking, which was increasing in rapidity by the second. Dick's pecker would reach the nadir of Harriet's pussy and then slide back up and far out of her to go for another slick trip back down into the sweet recesses of the young Humper's vaginal tunnel. "Mmmmmm!" Harriet cooed violently as she bucked her hips like a wee wee hungry hellcat as he gripped her titties like a selfish child holding on to a toy balloon. "It's starting to fucking feel real fucking good now!" "Oh, fuck!" Dick cried out as he dicked her for all she was worth. "It feels fucking great here too, baby! Aaaahhhhh! Your cunny is so tight! Oh, fucking shit! It is a glove-tight sheath! Oh, yeah! I'm almost there, little girl! I'm almost there!" Officer Cummings was ramming his overswelled cock into her at full force now, foregoing gentleness for an enjoyable fuck. Harriet's eyes were tightly closed and her breathing came out in bursts that he felt as she huffed and puffed against his cheek, the wind exploding from her in torrents each time she forcefully raised her pelvis to slap his as the cop brought his wee wee down. "Me too! Me fucking too!" the lithe Harriet Humper cried out as she felt his shaft open her wide and then the lubrication of her honey juices as they slathered her slot with their wet excess. "Arrest me! Oh, yes, yes, yes! Give me that official wee wee! Spank my ass with your big balls, Mr. Public Servant! You deserve a raise in pay for this! Mmmmm, yeah! I'm just about to come!" "No 'just about' for me!" Cummings grunted through clenched teeth as he forced his eight and a half inch pee wee to the hilt of her pussy in one exuberant thrust that was not at all gentle at this point. "I am coming....now!" And the faithful officer did. Dick squeezed Harriet's titties so tight that he was sure they would be red when he released them, much the same way that he had left the titties of many of his daughter's friends red at the end of a long night of handcuffs and hanky panky. This didn't even include all the women he had pulled over for offenses and then tore up their tickets and let them go for "good behavior" and "cooperation", not to mention his main criteria: an ample and large, bouncy rack. He had come up with a slogan that fit him and many of the other guys on the force when it came to dealing with women pulled over for various traffic irregularities. It was simply that "The way to a cop's heart is through his wee wee." He used the childish term for male genitalia to elicit a laugh from whomever he was quoting his self-created axiom to. Right now this axiom was entirely self-evident as he felt a stream of semen force its way through the tube of his pet trouser snake and tingle in a pleasurable squirt from the end of his erection and splash warmly into the deep, dark cavern of Harriet Humper's pussy. The shots of semen continued for what felt like a heavenly eternity. "Oh, fuck!" Harriet shrieked as she felt his penis swell and spurt within her and then the sublime inner quake and sensation of her own orgasm as it hit her like a seizure. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Now plant it deep, sweetie! Hold your wee wee down in me as far as you can and plant all your seed! Squirt your seed deep inside of me! Aaaaaahhhh! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! I am coming so hard, so fucking forceful! Oh, officer, I think this may give me the incentive to get pulled over for speeding again!" And they both clutched each other close as their bodies shook with orgasmic tremors, the tremors of a wee wee and pussy whose fuck powers were being fully realized in their unification. Their bodies were practically congealed in the flood of juices that each of their respective organs had squirted smilingly out during their sex act. "Mmmmmmmm," Harriet cooed when they were done and were both sitting up in the seat. "It has been at least two days since I have had sex that good. Tee hee! I think my pussy is going to be sore for a few days because of that night stick you got between your legs. Oh, silly me! I forgot to clean your wee wee off for you. Hee hee! Let me get on that right now!" Harriet leaned over, moving her blonde head into his lap where his penis was slowly deflating. She took several minutes and using her lips and her tongue, the young tart cleaned it of both of their juices that covered it in a thick lather, readying the officer's peace-loving wee wee for the remainder of his night on the job. THE END