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CHAPTER THREE

The squad leader was Lieutenant Hardisty, naturally called Hardass by the cops at the station and not really behind his back, because he was the kind of so-called man's man who liked to be thought of as tough, and actually went around encouraging the use of the nickname.

Actually, from my experience, what passes as a so-called man's man is some guy who's so fucked up, he thinks that his brains are supposed to be where his balls are and spends all of his time going around trying to prove how macho he is, which is probably a cover-up for how much he digs other guys.

I'm not saying Hardisty was a fag, but I do know that his whole life seemed to be wrapped up in the 69th precinct and the men who worked there, and if there was anything else that interested him, it certainly never showed.

Needless to say, when I came to work at the precinct, Hardisty greeted me with about as much enthusiasm as he had for a steaming pile of fresh dog shit. It was obvious that he thought the sanctity of the police, which he regarded as only the most extreme religious fanatics regard the Catholic Church, had been violated by the presence of a woman – or "slit", as he invariably referred to them – among the ranks, and that the only way it could be restored was by purging me from the ranks.

It was apparent I was never going to get a break from Lt. Hardisty – it killed him that I wouldn't call him Hardass like the others – and that was the cause of a great deal of my frustration because he made the assignments at the start of each shift. As long as he and I were working at the same precinct, I would continue to get the lousiest and grubbiest assignments, like that crummy business with Reinhart shaking down whores.

I stood in the ranks at the start of another shift waiting for Lt. Hardisty to throw me the moldiest of shit after he had given all the choice details to everyone else, meaning that I would have to spend eight hours in the company of whomever was the precinct leper that night – a dishonor automatically conferred on whomever had to be my partner – in the grubbiest kind of circumstances.

It wasn't just the grubbiness that bothered me. After all, I was aware that there'd be a lot of unpleasantness when I joined the force. But my assignments, in addition to being grubby, were meaningless. I could never see the point in harassing whores, or shaking down kids with a joint in their jeans, or trapping queers, or some other fucked up thing like that.

And while I was hauling my ass around from one pointless assignment to the next, the biggest case in months was going on right in the 69th precinct. The rapes continued unabated, and had increased in frequency. By now, latching onto a good thing, the news media were screaming for the police to catch the rapist. The word was out: the 69th precinct had to collar the rapist or heads would roll, including Lt. Hardisty's.

Now, if you had a sexy-looking policewoman among your ranks you'd think, if you had an iota of sense, that she might be of use in trapping a rapist who so far had escaped every other tactic for capture. That is, if, like I say, you had an iota of sense, something which was not in evidence at the 69th precinct. So while every other kind of scheme was hatched to try and catch the rapist, I was left cooling my heels on one dumb-ass thing after another.

Tonight, as usual, when the rapist had struck again, Hardisty read the report of the latest assault. The description of the victim was accompanied by the usual guffaws and snorts of laughter by the men in the ranks who were always amused by the straits of any victim in a sex crime. Then Hardisty came to a conclusion, which was something new.

"The victim," he read, "states that if she should see the perpetrator again, she would definitely be able to identify him."

"What a break," somebody in the back row said. "What's the motherfucker look like? This'll give us an excuse to pull some bastard off the street and shake him down to see if he's the right dude. Jesus, I hope it's a nigger."

"Keep your shirt on," Hardisty said with a sigh, which with his customary affectation seemed more like a growl. "First of all, the guy's white, and second of all, I think it's going to be kind of embarrassing for you to go hauling guys off the street for identification based on what she recognizes."

"What're you talking about?"

"The victim stated," he read, "that although she did not see the perpetrator's face, as he was wearing a ski mask, she definitely would be able to identify another portion of his anatomy. She stated that the perpetrator's organ was the largest she had ever seen and that she would never forget it."

"I believe," Hardisty added, looking straight at me to see if he could embarrass me, "that the victim was referring to the assailant's penis."

How could I resist?

"Oh, you mean his prick," I said.

If anyone else had said it, the ranks would have collapsed with laughter. My saying it, however, was a blasphemy on the order of calling God a turd.

"Miss Cooper," Hardisty said primly, "I'll thank you to watch your language. Stand warned that such gutter slang is certainly not worthy of a police officer regardless of his sex. We are, after all, public servants and are supposed to set an example."

I wanted to give the cocksucker the finger but managed to remain still, except for nodding my head.

The assignments he gave were usual. Everybody else was sent out to find the rapist while I was given a partner named Mullins, nicknamed Blimpo who was so fat that he couldn't catch a one-legged purse snatcher.

"Oh, yes," Hardisty said at the conclusion of his assignments, "Cooper and Mullins will stake out the bathroom at the Whammo Burger joint on Cleveland Avenue. We've had some complaints about some perverted activity in there."

Well, what else? The Whammo Burger joint was a set-up for the police. They had long ago drilled a hole in the wall so they could watch whatever went on inside the john. They'd picked that place because it gave them an excuse to hang around since the carhops all had big tits and wore skimpy uniforms, and the management gave cops free burgers. If you wanted the cops to pay attention to queers in your john, you had to meet those two requirements – big tits and free burgers. They were willing to let me go tonight because the rest of the force was out after medals of valor for catching the rapist.

When we got there, Blimpo didn't waste any time fleeing the scene. He told me that he'd spotted something suspicious out in the parking lot when I knew full well from scuttlebutt I'd overheard that there was a carhop named Bubbles who was a cop groupie. She gave free blow jobs to the boys from the 69th precinct, even if they were as fat as a hog. Boy, I thought, as he waddled out of the janitor's closet adjacent to the john where the hole was drilled, she sure must like cops.

What do you do if you're virtually trapped in a room the size of a closet that happens to have a hole drilled through the wall overlooking a can? Unless you want to chew on a mop, you look through the hole.

I didn't have a long wait. A teen-age boy came in and sat down in one of the stalls facing the hole, giving me a perfect view. I didn't expect anything since he looked clean-cut enough, dressed in jeans and a sweater and a letterman's jacket with medium-length, neatly combed hair. However, when he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down and sat on the toilet, I was startled to see that he had a full erection, his long prick standing out at least eight inches from his loins. Obviously he wasn't in there to take a crap, not with a stiff prick like that.

His hands flew to his twitching cock, and while one of them began massaging the tight sac of his balls, the other gripped his prick and began sliding back and forth over the swollen knob at the end of his dick.

I could hear him moan as he worked his cock into a state of turgid frenzy, the glistening head quivering. If it had been a cat, it would have purred as he stroked it, in one instant concealing the flange with the bunched up foreskin and then drawing it back so that the throbbing head almost glowed.

I've been around, but somewhere along the line I'd missed the sight of a teen-age boy beating his meat, and it immediately excited me. I had no control over my cunt as I felt it instantaneously dampen the crotch of my panties in a widening circle of sticky moistness. I tried to shut it off by pressing my thighs together, but all that did was accelerate the sensation so that I felt as though I had a giant viscous bubble expanding inside my pussy.

As I watched him continue to manipulate his cock, I slipped my hand down my skirt beneath the elastic of my sopping panties and began to manipulate my cunt in tandem to his masturbating. Immediately, I felt the thrust of my clit against my fingers, surging like a bullet from the top of my pussy.

Slowly I rubbed my cunt, one finger on my engorged clit and the other fingers sliding down the slick, mushy valley of my pussy lips before pushing them into the wet marsh of my fucking canal. My cunt muscles instantly seized my welcome fingers, engulfing them with clutching damp tissue and inundating them with velvety hot lubrication.

Through the hole I could see the boy on the toilet stroking faster now, bringing his beautiful young cock to the bursting point, and I could envision the steaming globs of milky jizz that would soon be spurting into the air as he came. Jesus, I could do more than just picture it, I could taste it. There's nothing like the taste of cum, the combination of sweet and sour that drives you wild as it pours into your mouth in a volcanic gush when you've got your lips wrapped around a hot, throbbing, ejaculating cock.

But, Goddamn it, this job wasn't any bed of roses, and I was determined to be professional, even if I did want to go down on his cock. So I reluctantly pulled my hand out of my steaming cunt and waited with disappointment for the frustrating spectacle of watching him loft all of that delicious cum onto the grimy floor when it could be shooting into my sperm-hungry mouth or cunt.

However, just when I had restrained myself, something unexpected happened. I saw the door to the bathroom burst open and a big, ugly guy with a couple of days' growth of beard sauntered in. He wore too-tight Levi's with a big beer belly falling out in front of him, straining his grimy T-shirt; he looked a lot like what I imagined most of the cops at the 69th precinct must look like on their days off.

Immediately, as though he could smell it, the intruder went right to the stall where the boy was jerking off. Without saying a word the guy slapped the boy's hands away from his prick, and when the kid protested, cuffed him hard across the jaw with his open hand, sending the kid sprawling backward against the toilet, his startlingly stiff prick shooting straight up in the air.

The big guy lost no time in pushing his face down on the pulsing cock. Even from behind the wall I could hear the slurping of his heavy lips as he engulfed the kid's prick with his ugly, slobbering mouth, pushing all the way down to the balls that had turned me on.

I hustled out of the janitor's closet and around the corner to the bathroom, bursting in with my pistol cocked and pointing at the back of the boy's assailant.

"All right, cocksucker," I barked, "Let go of the boy or there's going to be some ventilation in the back of your T-shirt."

The assailant released the boy's cock as I had commanded and wheeled around toward me, foaming bubbles of spit drooling from his cringing mouth so that he resembled a mad dog.

"Whaddaya think you're doin' in here, cunt," he slobbered, "this is the men's can. This ain't none a your business. You got no right to be in here."

"This gives me the right to go anywhere I want," I said, tapping my badge.

"You ain't nothin' but a cunt," he snorted.

"But I'm a cunt in cop's clothing," I leered back at him, "and as far as you're concerned, that makes all the difference in the world."

"Shit on that, I'm gettin' the hell outta here."

He moved bulkily toward me, so cumbersome from his enormous belly that I should have easily been able to avoid him and put out his light with a quick thwack from the butt of my revolver. But, just as he rushed me, I caught a glimpse of the boy sprawled on the toilet and became momentarily hypnotized by the sight of his full, erect cock. With the vision of his beautiful teen-age prick searing into my eyes, I lost my concentration just long enough for the fat guy to throw me off balance and push by me, trundling out the bathroom while I remained transfixed by the sight of the boy's long, graceful cock.

When the man was gone, my eyes not moving an inch from their bead on the delicious-looking prick, I asked the boy if he was all right.

"Yes, ma'am," he whimpered, obviously frightened out of his wits, then added, "Aren't… aren't you going to chase him?"

Chase him? If I had ever had any such intention, the idea had completely flown from my mind. Right now, as a matter of fact, everything had been purged from my brain except the vision of the long, red stem of the twitching cock and the throbbing, purple knob at the end of it that was so engorged with hot blood that it seemed as though it would explode.

I immediately decided that if it was going to explode, it was going to do it inside of me, and with a boiling onslaught of scalding cum.

I couldn't have chased anybody the way I was incapacitated by the paralysis between my legs as the walls of my cunt clenched like the fingers of a fist, lusting to wrap around the pumping cylinder of a prick.

I moved slowly toward him. As I approached him, I could hear the squishing of my cunt, so filled was it with the sopping effluence of my arousal.

He was rendered speechless as I neared him, his face a mask of mystification, unable to anticipate what was going to happen next.

Finally he spoke, pleading, "Please… please… ma'am, please don't get me into trouble. I didn't ask that man to suck me. I was just horny and came in here to beat my meat by myself. I was making out with my girl friend and she wouldn't let me go any farther and I just got horny. I came in here because I thought my nuts were going to explode. Honest, that's all. I've never done it before. I'll never do it again."

So that was it, I thought. Some little prick-tease had got it up for him and then shut everything down, leaving him high and dry. She was probably out in the car waiting for him, smugly munching on a Whammo Burger. It didn't seem fair to me that such a beautiful prick should go unsatisfied. I thought about all the times when I was growing up that my cunt started to foam and my clit got hard as a rock and there was nothing but my fingers to relieve the pressure and tension between my legs when stimulation from another person could have made me happy.

I quickly made up my mind what I was going to do. His mouth dropped with disbelief as I lifted my skirt and straddled my legs on either side of the toilet, lowering my dripping crotch down over his pulsating cock. Just before I neared it, I pulled aside the sopping crotch panel of my panties so he had a clear shot at my hungry, open cunt. Then I sat thrillingly on his standing prick, the hard knob at the end battering between my drooling pussy lips and the slick shaft sliding squishily in after it, filling my insides with his swollen cock.

It was totally my play and I greedily took advantage of it as I slid up and down on his dick like it was a fire pole. It felt delicious as I pumped on it like I was riding a greasy hobby horse, bobbing up and down with delirious abandon. Whatever the kid lacked in experience, I made up for with my carnal enthusiasm, moving my hips and pelvis more than enough for the both of us, working his prick inside me like a Roto-Rooter in a clogged sewer.

As we fucked, I felt more and more expansive, feeling as though a mere straight fuck wouldn't be enough for me tonight. Feeling his prick swell even more inside me, I realized that I didn't have long to make any alterations because my young stud was just about ready to start spewing his hot jizz all over the place.

I pulled upward, feeling his prick pop wetly out of my sopping cunt, and took a good look at his magnificent cock before I grabbed its slick sides to steady it and then shifted my dripping, hairy crotch just a few inches forward so I could center his cock on my cunt.

His pulsing cock felt hard and strong as I pressed it against the puckering ridges of my asshole, lowering myself down easily so I could accommodate at least eight inches of prick – and I intended to have every inch in my unlubricated asshole. Ahh, but the pain was worth it as I worked his dick inside me and felt it push with maddening friction against the tight walls of my ass when I forced myself down on his loins, my quivering ass resting on top of his muscular thighs as I forced his prick all the way up into my bung hole, enjoying a delicious feeling of totally letting go.

As his cock pounded away in my straining asshole, I plunged my hand to my cunt and began fondling the gooey surface of my bulging pussy lips and the stiff protuberance of my hopelessly aroused clit. I jiggled up and down on the stiff prick and simultaneously kneaded my clit, thrusting a pair of fingers inside my cunt and brutally finger-fucking myself.

I leaned forward and closed my mouth over his, shooting my tongue between his teeth and meeting his in a hot oral embrace. Down below, his dick was searing through me as though it were on the verge of splitting me in two while my busy fingers crawled frantically over the sopping ooze of my pussy like maggots over raw meat. I wanted him to come inside of me, filling my insides with an ocean of jizz, the waves of his cum riding me to a glorious shuddering climax.

The tension snapped in him first, his cock branding the inside of my ass like a hot poker as the molten jizz exploded in bubbling fury, filling me with blast after blast of scalding cum.

My entire body was ablaze. The kindling between my legs had erupted into a blazing inferno, and only coming and coming again could douse the fire. I pushed down with all my might on his spurting prick, feeling the river of cum engulf my ass as I clenched the muscles of my asshole like a vise around the root of his cock. His swollen cock shuddered inside me like a vibrating pole as I gritted my teeth and twisted my asshole around on it, making his cock tear inside me like a corkscrew.

Suddenly, all my hard work brought results as a monstrous orgasm at long last overwhelmed me. The darkness behind my closed eyes transformed itself into an erotic kaleidoscope of colors, a palette of bright reds, yellows, blues and purples that drenched my senses with their richness as I fell and swirled, and flew in climactic flight. Then I came down, my body caressed by the soft afterglow of a perfect fuck.

After I had caught my breath I pulled off the stunned boy, and dreamily lowered my skirt after cinching my totally saturated panties in place, their drenched fabric immediately clinging adhesively to the sopping stickiness of my drooling ass and cunt. I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, feeling the cum inside me gurgle, and then looked at the boy. The kid still seemed afraid of me.

Suddenly my maternal instinct told me how to alleviate his fear once and for all and I leaned forward and gave him a small chaste peck on the cheek. Immediately he smiled, telling me with his wholesome grin that everything was all right, and I turned around and left the bathroom with a clear conscience.