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It’s Her BirthdayFirst time virgin older male younger girl Several years back, when I was in my late thirties, I was workingpart-time as a police officer for a small Town on the ocean, just northof a very popular summer tourist city. Because of limited access to theocean side of the Intra-Coastal, our town had a lot of pass thru trafficas we were at the foot of one of the major bridges that lead to thebeach. The residents, mostly well-to-do retirees, insisted on strictenforcement of the traffic laws and Town ordinances, especially if theperpetrators were out-of-state college students.One summer Sunday night, I found myself working solo on the “overlap”shift (10PM to 6AM). Right at midnight, a convertible with out-of-statetags blew thru the red light going south. Tourists. I pulled out from myhiding spot and popped the blues and spotlights. The car pulled over,and I could see that it was occupied by a couple of coeds. I approachedthe driver side door to see two very young and attractive girls. Thedriver, a light red head, was wearing a white cotton oxford shirt withbutton down collar, and what appeared to be a pair of khaki slacks. Thepassenger had on a similar shirt, but with a black skirt and stockings.Neither were wearing seatbelts.“Do you know why I stopped you?” I asked.“Probably because we ran the light” the driver meekly admitted.“That is correct,” I said, “but there is more. In this state wearingseatbelts is mandatory for all front seat passengers. So, in addition tothe citation for running the light, you will both be cited for ‘failureto wear’. I need both of your driver’s licenses, please.” Taking them, Ithen told the driver “I will also need to see the registration and proofof insurance for the car. Bring it back to me when you find it. I willbe in my car.”I then went back, sat in my car, and began filling out the firstcitation for the driver, Cindy. When I got to the DOB, I noticed thatsince we had now passed midnight, it was her eighteenth birthday. Ilooked up, and saw that she was waving a piece of paper in her hand.Well, if she wasn’t going to walk it back to me like I told her to, Ithought, there goes her possible birthday break. I walked up to thedriver door. “Here is the registration” she said. Looking down to getit, I noticed that, somehow, her blouse had become completely unbuttonedand opened to her waist; revealing a pair of small but perky breastscontained in a very sexy looking red lace bra.Taking the registration, I said “Proof of insurance also, please”, andwalked back to my car.I could see the two girls talking, almost arguing. I finished the redlight and seatbelt tickets for Cindy, and was almost done with theseatbelt ticket for Megan, the passenger, when I saw the driver onceagain waving a piece of paper. “This should be interesting”, I thoughtto myself, as I finished the citation and walked up to the car.“Here is the proof of insurance, officer” Cindy said quietly. I lookeddown, this time noting that the bra was now unhooked and the cups pulledaside, confirming that she did indeed have small, perky breasts, Escort bayan withyouthful firmness and a smattering of light freckles across her chest.Her light coral nipples were obviously aroused. I could feel my dickbegin to stir. I handed each girl their tickets and a pen. “Please signthese” I said.Cindy looked crushed, but it was Megan who spoke, and not very kindly.“See, I told you. Even this old fart cop isn’t impressed with your ‘ittybitty titties’. No wonder you’re still a virgin!” Cindy just gripped thetickets, tears silently flowing down her face and onto that freckledchest. I had to say something nice.“Hold on” I said, “there is nothing wrong with her breasts. I think theylook great. Bigger is not always better. But, I get tit-flashed all thetime by girls trying to get out of tickets. I may enjoy the sight, butI’m immune to the affect. You’d have to show a lot more than tits to getmy attention,” I said, jokingly. “Now, please, sign the tickets.”Cindy continued to cry. “I can’t get any tickets” she said, softlysobbing. “My parents don’t know I’m down here. They think I took earlyadmission to college and that I’m at school taking summer classes.They’d kill me.” Then, with a little more composure, she said “What elsewould I need to show to get out of these tickets?”At that, I pulled open the door, and, grabbing her by the arm, pulledher out of the car. “Hands on your head!” I barked. She complied,further exposing her breasts and making them rise in a most delectablemanner. “Spread your legs!” Again, immediate compliance. Beginning ather ankles, I began frisking her legs, moving up to their inevitablejunction. Reaching her mound, I cupped my hand and began massaging hervulva, eliciting a small groan. Spinning her around, I repeated thefrisk, at the end massaging her ass cheeks and slipping a finger betweenher legs to rub her cloth-covered slit. Another low moan, and definiteheat. I then pulled her hands down behind her back, cuffed her, and puther in the back of my car.We drove the short distance to the station in silence, Megan followingin the convertible. Arriving, I directed Megan to sit in the waitingarea while I took Cindy back to the interrogation room. As I closed andlocked the door, Cindy finally spoke. “Why are you arresting me?” sheblubbered. “I’m not” I replied, causing a puzzled look on her face. “Ijust want to see what else you have to show,” I explained, “But I didn’tthink that you really wanted to do it out in public, did you?” Shesmiled and shook her head no. “Besides,” I grinned, “it’s your birthday.”With her standing in front of me now, I slowly pulled the open shirt andbra off her shoulders and down her arms. Her breath deepened at theexposure; her small tits rising and falling as her pulse quickened. Hernipples looked hard enough to cut glass. The same light freckles thatcovered her upper chest and breasts were also visible on her shouldersand the base of her neck. Reaching behind her, I unlocked the handcuffs,letting them, the lace bra and the shirt fall to the floor. Holding Bayan escort herto me, I softly kissed her neck, her shoulders, her throat. Lowering myhead, I kissed each breast, then each nipple; finally alternating backand forth sucking in one while I twirled the other between my thumb andforefinger as Cindy moaned softly.Gently grasping my head, Cindy pulled me up and kissed me, our tonguesbattling for supremacy as she held me tight against her, grinding herstill clothed pelvis against my now rock hard cock while I held herwaist with one hand and clutched her butt with the other. Pulling away,I removed my gun-belt. Then, kneeling before her, I held the button atthe top of her pants and looked into her eyes. Blushing, she gave a nodof assent, and I worked the button out. I slowly lowered the zipper,catching the first whiff of her arousal. Lowering the pants, I wastreated to the sight of a pair of red lace bikini panties that matchedher bra.I sat back and looked. I was reminded of Nicole k**man in “Dead Calm”.But while she was not as tall, Cindy somehow looked much sexier. Stillkneeling, I took her firm rear in my hands and pulled her towards me,kissing her mound thru the panties, running my tongue as much as I couldbetween her legs as I tasted the moisture oozing through the lace.Unable to contain herself, Cindy lowered her panties and then pulled myface back to her pussy, treating me to the sight of a sparse patch ofstrawberry blond hair covering her “V” before my lips were once againplanting kisses, my tongue snaking as she moaned with desire.Finally, I lifted her up on the table and gently onto her back. Leaningforward, I nibbled and licked my way along her leg towards her slicklips, then ran my tongue up between her folds from asshole to clit,tasting her nectar as she let out a more forceful groan. I flicked thetip of my tongue over her clit in a series of staccato bursts, causingher to writhe in pleasure. As I stuck the tip of my tongue into heropening, she once again grabbed my head, pulling me to her as she groundher sex into my face; finally grunting out her first orgasm as shecovered me in her juices.I stood up, looking down at her splayed hips, her lightly haired pussylips fully engorged but tight together. She must truly be a virgin. Ikicked off my shoes while dropping my trousers and briefs; releasing myfully hard 8 inch rod. She sat up and reached forward, removing myuniform shirt and undershirt as she kissed my face, tasting herself inthe process. She then pulled me towards her again, mashing her breastsinto my chest, scooting her hips to the edge of the table until she waspressing up against my erection.She held my hardness briefly in her hand; then, lying back, spread herlegs and offered me her virgin hole. Gently parting her labia, I placedmy tip against the entrance and pushed forward slightly, rubbing herbutton. As she moistened, I slowly began to enter her hot, tight orificeuntil I ran up against her hymen. Once again, I looked into her eyes;and, once again, with a slight blush, Escort she nodded her assent. Holdingonto her waist, I pushed thru; in one fell swoop entering to the hilt.She let out a sharp gasp of pain, but as I tried to withdraw to ease hersuffering, she wrapped her legs around my ass and held me in place. Idon’t ever remember anything so tight yet so soft, wet and hot. Hervaginal walls squeezed and flexed around my manhood as her cunt began toaccommodate its girth and length.Finally, she relaxed the grip her legs had on me. “Slowly” she said,softly, “gently and deeply.”“My pleasure”, I replied. With my left hand I held onto her shoulder forleverage, while with my right hand I took hers and led it to her clit.Her eyes lit in sudden understanding, and she began to slip herfingertip over and around it as I slowly slid my member in and out withlong, measured strokes. Using my free hand, I caressed her breasts,tweaking her nipples. Over and over I sawed; slowly, gently and deeplyuntil I was rewarded with her second climax, her pelvis suddenlythrusting and bucking as she groaned even louder than before. Her loveliquid bathed my dick, dripping down my balls into a puddle on the floor.Pulling completely out, I picked her up, turned her around, and bent herover the table. As she looked questioningly back at me over hershoulder, I positioned myself between her legs and took her from behind.This time, though, I was neither slow nor gentle. Instead I was fast andhard, pumping her for all I was worth against the edge of the table, myabdomen slapping into her ass as I pounded her still tight pussy overand over. When she screamed to her third release, I thanked thepowers-that-be that the room was sound-proofed.By this time, my dick couldn’t take much more stimulation. I needed tocum, and I needed to cum NOW! Pulling out yet again, I spun her aroundas I pushed her into a kneeling posture; my cock, slick with her juices,bobbing in front of her cute, freckled face. Instinctively she grabbedit in her hand, her fingers barely able to grasp it in its fullness.This time _she_ looked to me for assent; and upon my grinning nod herhot mouth and soft lips engulfed my glans as her fingers stroked myshaft. I grabbed her head to hold her in place, and within seconds I wasspurting. Now it was my turn to groan, my balls rhythmically contractingas they pumped load after load of man-juice onto her tongue and down herthroat. While she tried to swallow it all, some of the milky-white fluidescaped her lips and ran down her chin. The look on her face as shereleased my spent member was priceless. I helped her to her feet, and stood behind her as she dressed, cuppingher breasts and pinching her nipples one last time as I “helped” her puther bra on; pushing my semi-erect penis between her ass-cheeks as shebent over to pull her panties up. She returned the favor, caressing mychest and nipples as she pulled my t-shirt over my head; reaching intomy briefs to stroke my cock and balls as she “arranged” my package inthe tight under-garment.Finally fully dressed, we walked out into the waiting area, anindescribable feeling passing between us. I handed Megan her ticketreceipt, then tore up both of Cindy’s. “Hey!” she cried, “How come I’mgetting a ticket and she’s not?” Cindy looked at me with pleading eyes.Turning to Megan, I said simply, “It’s her birthday.”
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