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Torrid Young Policewoman's confession

We were put on short standby, as trouble brewed down-town. Fellow officers were out and reports were coming in that numbers were increasing, and our radios were alive as fights broke out, with colleagues calling in for reinf***ements. I was a rookie just into my twenties, more a pin-up girl than a butch fighting feminine policewoman, in fact I was caught up between the sexes, with as many of my female friends as desperate for my attention, as male colleagues, during our patrols. The high testosterone and oestrogen levels attributed to the nature of the job, then there was the power surge one felt when cuffing someone and rendering them helpless. I had seen my female colleague undo a violent young man's pants and put her hand down the front and twist his testicles, as we drove him to the station, 'Good Cop', 'Bad Cop', Jilly said, laughing, 'which one am I'? She asked him in a seductive tone, licking his ear, as the police car slowed down, being driven by Sandra, and headed out into the countryside, she was looking into the rear view mirror, watching Jilly's assault on him and laughing. I was eighteen, a rookie, and both women in the car, were married and in their mid thirties. He was a handsome young man with a nice physique, part of a d***ken melee conducted outside the closed pub where they had been drinking. 'Over there', said Jilly to us, pointing to the young man, 'lets have him', she continued, and like a tigress in heat she moved in and together we managed to ...

... separate him from the crowd, herding him away and overpowering him near our car. 'Do you have anything in your pockets than might harm me or my fellow officers', asked Jilly, as we held him over the car, she was already touching him inappropriately, her hands in his pants pockets feeling his cock. 'Your pecker is hard', she said with menace, 'you planning to fuck us', as she took her right hand from his pocket and proceeded to grope his crotch, her eyes wide with passion, as she rubbed herself into his pert tight bottom, 'you wanna fuck all of us', her mouth touching his ear, her hot breath laden with moisture, her tongue brushing his lobe. Suddenly she broke from him as we held him, she looked around as if making sure no one could see, 'Cuff the fucking bitch and get him into the car', Sandra looked at her, 'My thoughts exactly', she said to Jilly, I need a good fuck', and at that he was tossed in beside Jilly in the back, who began to open his pants and put her hand in. I looked across the car hood at Sandra, my eyes wide, I knew what was happening, but I was still in a sense of shock at the veracity and the urgency off both women. Sandra must of sensed my confusion, 'Don't worry k**, a good fuck cures a lot', she said, and as I opened my door and climbed in, I was witnessing a **** of a boy by two mothers, and I could feel his helplessness, but my confusion lay in, was it, or did he want it to happen, and looking into the back seat and seeing his cock in Jilly's hand, hard as a ...