Author's Note: This is the final Policewomen story. This is Cindy's second story in the series. She's a woman unable to orgasm. You don't have to read her first story - where she tries women - but this one is her final attempt to cum. As with the other incest stories in this series, this one is violent. There aren't any explosions or gunfire like the others, but this babe of brutality gets quite physical.
-1-
Ronnie sat alone in his apartment, naked, jacking off. He wasn't horny, he was angry. Thoughts of the countless white women he and his brother have had coursed through his mind. In the past year or so, things changed. The amount of women throwing themselves at him decreased; these women seemed to prefer someone else.
Ever since he moved to Charleston, he noticed more and more strange occurrences. All the women that lived near him, who he saw regularly on the beach, didn't notice him much. They were hanging around younger, not as buff, and not as gigantically muscular as Ronnie, men - their sons.
He was confused at first when he was turned down at a club. He thought it was odd, but kept trying. Woman after woman politely declined, instead opting to dance with another guy. Ronnie saw the resemblance; he figured it out.
Sitting there jacking off, pleasuring himself for the first time in years, Ronnie thought about the near constant stream of sex he had daily. He thought about the last woman he had sex with - Stephanie.
It was several weeks ago. The blonde was walking with another woman and her son along the beach. Ronnie watched her hug the woman and kiss her son goodbye. They departed and Stephanie continued her walk alone.
Ronnie couldn't remember what he said to her. Something about the weather, something about her bikini, maybe he introduced himself at that first meeting. He couldn't recall. He remembered that evening though. They went to dinner then went to bed. Ronnie struggled not to cum, he struggled to maintain his stamina for the night - it'd been quite a while since he had pussy. Not knowing when or if he'd get any again, he barely managed to successfully fuck her all night long.
Sucking on her tits, as his orgasm subsided; Stephanie thanked him and stated she had to go. She informed Ronnie her son would be home soon from a short, out-of-town trip. She didn't say she was her son's lover, but the way she said it, made Ronnie realize she was using him just like she'd use a dildo as a masturbation technique. This woman wasn't becoming addicted to him, she wasn't going to leave anyone for him; she wasn't going to show up the next night begging for his black cock like so many women before. She was already devoted and addicted to someone - her son.
Ronnie nodded and watched her leave. It wasn't the nail in the coffin. The death of his brother was.
His brother Rodney was experiencing a similar phenomenon in Miami - his stable of women was drying up, moving away, showing no real interest in him.
Rodney and Ronnie were teammates. They worked together obtaining and fucking as many women as possible. When they both lived in Miami, their apartments were filled with interchangeable women. That, too, decreased. Rodney died in a car wreck attempting to abduct one of the women he enjoyed most.
Ronnie continued masturbating, thinking of his plans. He looked to his left seeing several newly ordered Tasers, still in their box. He was going to do this right. There'd be no mistakes, no car wrecks. He would look for women and take them from their sons.
*******
In Tampa, Cindy lost count of how many punches to the kickboxing bag she did. When her left arm tired, she switched to her right, punching until exhaustion. Next were her legs. First the left then right, kicking over and over until she couldn't stand.
"Cindy," her kickboxing instructor interrupted her, over an hour after class ended. "Go home," he looked upward at the near six-foot-tall brunette.
"Don't feel like it," She kept kicking.
"Please. I'm afraid you won't have any legs to kick with at my next class," he joked. "Is everything ok? You've been staying late for a few months now."
"Fine. Just need to relieve stress," Cindy told a half truth.
Her instructor shrugged and greeted a few students for the next class. A few moments later, Cindy stopped her kicks, caught her breath, grabbed her bag, and left.
On the way home, after a long day on her patrol route, then her kickboxing class, Cindy thought about how good a shower would feel. Afterward, she'd begin her near nightly masturbation ritual. She would choose from her vast collection of anal beads, dildos, and vibrators - all varying sizes from small to massive.
Arriving home, she peeped in on her 18-year-old son. Collin waved and nodded to his mother. Cindy smiled and headed to her shower.
She felt Collin was integral to an issue she was having. In the shower, she rinsed off and lathered up her tired muscles, moaning slightly when she held her breasts, running her thumb over her erect nipples.
Cindy rubbed her clit thinking of the last orgasm she had - 18 years ago.
It was a rare, but possible, phenomena; having an orgasm during childbirth. Cindy moaned a little louder thinking about it in the hot shower. She was pushing her baby out, her mother and nurses cheering her on. She felt something building, tingling, and burning, possibly due to her vagina being stretched out. She didn't know or care; she simply recalled how good it felt, approaching two decades ago.
She gave birth, crying of joy and pleasure, her body radiating orgasmic waves after she delivered Collin. It was her first and last orgasm.
Her marriage fell apart, psychiatrists didn't help, and doctors didn't help as nothing physically wrong with her was found.
The moment passed in the shower. Cindy's thoughts returned to her upcoming month. She rinsed her hair thinking of her and Collin traveling to Charleston, South Carolina for two reasons. One was a family reunion she agreed to go to. She hardly ever saw those cousins, rarely ever sending cards or visiting during the holidays, but something inside her made her say "sure, why not," when invited to the reunion. She put in her time off request at the precinct and looked forward to this trip - not to see her relatives, but to see her second reason.
Several minutes later, Cindy was on the phone with her second reason.
"Rub that pussy," her best friend, Bea, ordered. "Think of me licking it, eating it. Come on!"
"Mmm, yeah," Cindy moaned into the phone.
"I can't wait to see you, when you get here," The fiery redhead, Bea said, having just moved to the same area as Cindy's relatives. "I can't wait to worship your body."
"Mmm," Cindy rubbed her clit faster. It felt great, but she knew how this would end - no orgasms.
Bea was helpful, or tried to be. A few years ago she suggested Cindy try sex with women, hoping an orgasm would come from it. Bea offered herself to her friend. Sadly, that didn't work either. Since then, they've been roommates, moved across the country together, having daily sex up until Bea moved to Charleston earlier in the year. Bea tried everything, new toys, new techniques, suggesting all types of people to experiment with. Nothing and no one cased Cindy to climax.
"Anything?" Bea asked.
"Nope," Cindy stopped playing with herself.
"Diana, I'm so sorry," Bea said, using her nickname with Cindy. Bea once told Cindy she reminded her of Wonder Woman in general appearance - Diana being the superhero's first name.
"It's fine, Bea. This is how it is. I'm not designed to have an orgasm," Cindy said, sadness of that fact washing over her.
"Have you met anyone down there?"
"No. Stopped dating, stopped trying, when you moved up there. I just do these phone sex calls with you, because well, you're my friend."
"What do you think about when you masturbate?" Bea asked.
"I think about the one orgasm I had. Try to remember how it felt, what it was like. It ends up with me recalling giving birth to Collin," Cindy said.
There was a pause on the other line; Cindy heard Bea's muffled voice, talking to someone in the room. There was giggling, Cindy assumed it was Bea's sister.
"What about Collin?" Bea asked.
"What about him?"
"Well, his birth caused you to climax. What if you had sex with him? Maybe you would climax again," Bea blurted out quickly before Cindy could interrupt or say no.
"Really? That's your next suggestion?" Cindy rolled her eyes.
"Think about it. You had one giving birth to him, maybe it's not just his birth that's key, maybe he himself is the key."
"Bea, that's - "
"Dumb I know. I'm just thinking outside the box. Technically his birth gave you an orgasm; maybe that was a sign that he is the only one that could."
"That's illegal, crazy - "
"Just think about it. I need to go. Can't wait to see you later this month," Bea said.
"Fine," Cindy humored her. They ended their call.
In Bea's bedroom, she smiled at her naked sister, Bella. "I told her. Maybe she'll try it," Bea said.
"Good," Bella said. She climbed on top of Bea, kissing her passionately. Bea rolled over on top of her, their thighs resting against one another's pussies - almost nightly sisterly incest would ensue.
Cindy picked a large dildo to use. Normally she'd ride it, using it for a few hours, but Bea's suggestion caused her to pause before pushing the fat tip inside her. She sighed, actually entertaining the idea of sex with Collin.
"No," she rolled over, hugging the dildo like a teddy bear. As she drifted off to sleep, an image of Collin, shirtless flashed in her head. She heard herself let out an orgasmic cry. She shook herself and sat up in bed. She rubbed her eyes and left her bedroom, tiptoeing naked to Collin's room.
"She's crazy," Cindy thought, referring to Bea. She opened his door, peeping in on her sleeping son. "I could never hurt you like that."
Cindy, on her way back to her bedroom, couldn't help but think Bea might be on to something - something wrong and perverse, but something indeed. Maybe not only was Collin's birth key, but he himself was.
She licked all over the dildo, ready to shove it inside her, but stopped. "What if - no!" she tossed the dildo away.
Restless, light sleep eventually found Cindy. Bea's suggestion echoed in her mind.
-2-
The next day Cindy responded to a domestic disturbance call at a trailer park. She followed protocol and called for backup, waiting patiently for it to arrive. It happened to be the Captain of the precinct. When he arrived, they nodded to one another and walked toward the trailer in question.
"We ain't hurtin' nobody!" a large, overweight woman, wearing only a nightgown yelled at Cindy a few minutes later.
When she answered the door, it was easy for the officers to smell the smoke of marijuana. They asked if they could enter the home, a short, small man only wearing boxers told his wife to "let them in, we ain't got nothing to hide."
As they entered, Cindy saw him frantically attempt to hide his marijuana bags.
Cindy pointed it out and an argument followed. The Captain handcuffed the woman. Her little husband charged at Cindy. She squatted, caught, and then slammed him to his back, knocking the air out of him.
