The Night at Policewoman's Place

My parents were mysterious to me -more so than Big Foot or the Lochness monster if I might be frank. I never understood dad's fixation with women like my mom, who never spoke unless spoken to, wore flowery clothes and lived just for the house, kids, and television. Not to mention, mom was flat-chested, her body looking like an ironing board she was fond so much.

I liked ladies with power, meaning three things, two of them being their jugs. The last of them was the office to command and condemn men. I remember looking for pictures of female politicians and judges, choosing photos where I could see their expensive clothes, stretched by their boobs that could feed future generations and enchant countless crowds, including desperate criminals.

When I was eighteen, I was trading most of the nude photos with a boy of the same age Eric Taylor, whose household was so different from mine, and most of the guys swore they wanted to grow up in it. Eric and his half-sister Sandy were being raised by two moms. The thin African-American Doris and Louise, Mexican lady of slightly plumper shapes. The boys in the neighborhood joked that Doris must have met her wife at an anti-immigration department because she worked as a police officer.

Maybe that's why Eric shared my enthusiasm for authoritative women and big breasts, not to mention darker skin. Sandy was different, but I don't mean than her moms. She reveled in white and helpless women whose bodies were crawling with worms and bugs. She was a petite black-haired beauty hosting quickly growing breasts, and it felt like a cruel injustice that we would not end together. On the other hand, she was my other ally in erotic interests, if only on the general level.

It all fell apart in one weekend. My folks went off to repeat their honeymoon in the Dominican Republic, and I got to stay with the Taylors. The problem was that I became the only guy in the house who was lusting after a pair of hot lesbian pussies, and I was afraid that I would somehow disgust my friends. My biggest problem was that night I had to fall asleep on the floor of Eric's room. I think he was up a long time too, but I rolled over with a hard dick, into which my blood rushed at the thought of... All the remaining people in his house.

I had to jerk off, but I was too embarrassed to let it go under me, so I snuck out. If I meet someone outside the rooms, I'll say I'm lost. But I knew very well where Doris and Louise had their bedroom. I tucked my cock into my pants and headed for the room, hoping that Doris and Louisa would be doing something more interesting than snoring, and I would hear it.

When somebody grabbed my arm around the last corner, I controlled myself. Especially, since those were only tiny hands.

"Sandy?" I peeped.

Young lesbian laughed like a rotten minx. "The toilet is downstairs, so I assume you're on to something else. Although... It's probably the same part of your body that told you to do it."

The third leg in my pants got a little harder. It was probably because my knee was touched by her pajamas, on which I started to recognize Transformers.

I couldn't lie to her. "What are you going to do?"

Now she was laughing as if she heard a joke. "Your experiment is my ritual. I based it on what moms do regularly. Come quickly!"

Of course, we went quietly, but I was awakened by the joy of having Sandy come with me to have fun. This is the Most Joyful Family in America!

When we reached the closed bedroom door, Sandy gestured for me to be patient. It didn't take that long...

"Louise, it's half past ten, and you're still awake," said Doris's voice as longing as I'd ever heard it before. "Imagine that!" Louise answered her. "I'm scared of what's been happening to my body lately. I've had dreams about guys twice already!"

"You're setting a bad example for Sandy," her wife chided the Mexican. "I'll remind you what a woman's love is, but first, I have to take care of you the way we discipline our children. Find my pants and get a belt from them."

I knew that belt. It was thin and light in appearance, so ideal for a woman's hand, but made of quality leather. One would not wish to be whipped by him. "Lay down on the table, Louise."

I could see it in front of me. Louise in the hiked nightgown, and two globes of her Hispanic ass being at Doris' mercy. Although I was a breast guy, the sticking out behind is like an invitation!

At that moment, Sandy slightly moved her pajama pants down and put her hand on her crotch, her eyes inviting me to share the vice with her. My hand went down and began to massage my manly member under the layer of fabric. It gave me pleasure, but it would be nothing without the wonderful sounds. At first, it was just a slap - the moment the belt hit the butt. From the third blow on, Louise gave out a squeal that could have been acting, but a few blows later, she was already moaning. Sandy put her free hand over her mouth. It was unbelievable, but she didn't mind that it was her mothers. She was smiling, her hand on her crotch picking up the pace.

I didn't know what to visualize first. Louise's ass quivering and reddening with each stroke, Doris's breasts swaying nearby, or Sandy's pussy, which I imagined myself penetrating and making her look as pleasured as if she were already in heaven. As I fantasized, my brain offered me a fourth idea. Doris uses the belt on Sandy, who cries and screams far louder than Louis, she kicks her long slender legs and exposes her cunt to everyone around her.

I was a dull young dude. On the one hand, I wanted to cum. On the other hand (yes, the hand was very much at stake here), I was enjoying what I was hearing and seeing so much that I didn't want to end the experience prematurely. At that moment, I put my hands behind my head and left my sword thrust forward, stretching my pajamas. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Doris, my dreams will be faithful to you. Stop and fasten that thing!" SLAP! "Awww, Oops!"

"Pleasure is costly, Louise, and I want your ass to remind you to respect me." I wanted to jerk off but was frustrated that I could be doing only that. I took a few steps back, trying to discern the seductive curves of Sandy's ass. She arched at the waist as the fingers continued to bring her pleasure. I ran my hand over there. She flinched, but my desire was demanding. As I imagined Louise lying with her back up, I stretched out my arm, spread my fingers wide, and slapped Sandy with all my might...

...and she screamed.

Her mothers fell silent, and the two of the room lamp from the open bedroom illuminated the two of us. Even though we weren't caught by the light, I was dazzled by the sight of the two women as I had never imagined them before. Doris, despite her skin color, stood out in a black garter belt and bra. In addition to being incredibly sexy, the leather noose hanging from her hand gave her an air of authority. I stared at the hairs in her crotch, unprotected by the panties... I used o have a bad picture of Louise. Wearing white stockings and a pink top, she pulled up her light blue panties, hissing in pain.

I could tell by Doris' angry expression that she understood what was going on here. There was no way I could excuse it and there was nowhere to run. On the other hand, I didn't even want to.

Doris started yelling the words for which my dad would reward me the ways she was going to reward the two of us. She threw me on the bed and took off my pants with some difficulty. I was embarrassed, but the situation wasn't so bad, because I happened to be in the presence of an attractive strict woman, and I pressed my still erect cock below. There was a threat that sperm would spray in all directions with every jolt. But Doris did me the best service when she put Sandy down next to me. She was already crying, begging her mother to forgive her, and throwing her arms around when Doris revealed her alabaster white behind. Of course, my eyes wandered in that direction, and couldn't go anywhere else. I enjoyed the advantage that I didn't turn her on like that.

"Take it!" Doris instructed her wife, and I didn't have to look up to know what she was handing her. I generally perceived that the policewoman threw something over herself and disappeared from the bedroom.

Louise stood at the corner of the bed and raised the arm with the belt. You could see she still had to walk and bend over carefully. She had a flexible arm, however, as our spanking proved.

Sandy squealed like a branded calf after the first blow, but it must have been more shame and guilt. Louise was not impressed. She whipped the same spot three times and then proceeded to attend to my neglectful upbringing.

SMACK! The belt already set my ass on fire with its first searing touch, and I screamed. I shifted a little on the bed, and even though I moved my foreskin, it didn't give me as much excitement as I'd hoped. I could feel the heat spreading up my ass and the pain building. Louise gave me two blows on the right cheek, then moved to the left. When she got to the fourth, I panicked and tried to dodge. Louise was understandably irritated and grabbed my waist. She started to thrash me faster and berated me.

"You dirty (SMACK!), sneaky (SMACK!, SMACK!), bastard!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I didn't believe my ass could ever hurt like this, but I took it as a test of how much female cruelty I could endure. After all, when Louise started spanking her daughter again, it occurred to me that as a man, I always needed to find a stronger woman who could prove her authority to me. Louise made no difference between me and Sandy. I felt a shimmer in the cock, maybe a little more intense now, aided by the sight of Sandy's ass changing color.

Finally, I had both an active and a passive experience available. Doris came back to us, holding a wooden bath brush. Perhaps because Louise was now taking care of Sandy, the policewoman began to pay attention to me. She held my back with one hand and smacked me by that hardwood with the other, putting more force into each thrust, and with my ass already marked, I lost control of my legs and almost kicked Doris. She stopped the punishment and took out handcuffs from the drawer, I suppose more for playing with my wife than for work, and cuffed my feet.

The hard blows from the black beauty, the image of Sandy's red hills, and the sound of her moaning, only partially covered by mine, were already too much for me. I soon felt a cool puddle under me. At least for a moment, the peak of pleasure allowed me to forget the humiliating punishment I was undergoing.

I still don't know if Doris figured out the sticky present I left in her bedroom. When both women got tired of our beatings, we had to excuse ourselves and go to "sleep". Of course, we didn't manage to sleep, lying on our stomachs, and even though my eyes had dried up a long time ago, Eric couldn't understand why I looked like my parents had died. He was also confused why Sandy and I were getting almost no breakfast. Doris and Louise sent him away. They showed me and their daughter a basement they had turned into a makeshift cell for us to spend time doing homework and assigned essays. I have to say that the worst thing for me was not looking at the cramped space, but at the chairs, we will have to sit on.