By comparing the taste of Jessica's pussy with the taste of Jackson's dick

"You're going to have to suck my dick,?" thought Jackson."

"I'm going to have to suck your dick," Officer Juicy informed him.

Jackson grinned.

"Of course, I'll need to wash my mouth out with something first," Juicy said. "I can still taste poontang on my tongue!"

"I've got a fifth of vodka hidden in my closet," Jessica volunteered.

This came as a surprise to Jackson. He didn't know his sister drank and he was pretty sure she never would have volunteered the information to him, let alone to a cop, but apparently her new bimbo personality was to guileless to know better.

"Oh, I can't drink on duty," Officer Juicy exclaimed. "And what is a high school student doing with vodka?"

"No, no, no!" thought Jackson. "Nothing wrong with vodka! You could both use a belt!"

Juicy blinked, then grinned. "Go get it, girl!" she said. "We could both use some!"

Jessica giggled then got up on wobbly legs and came back from her closet with a flask. Juicy took a long pull, swished it around in her mouth, then swallowed, just as Jackson was thinking she should, with out noticing the burn hardly at all. She handed the flask back to Jessica.

"Your turn for the hooch," the officer said. "I got me some dick that officially needs sucking."

Jessica giggled and drank. Juicy licked her plump lips and sniffed Jackson's cock, which was quite hard again from having watched her eat his sister. She clearly had a deep love for his dick, just like he thought she should. She took it into her mouth with joy, drooling in anticipation. She began to blow him, slowly, methodically, thoughtfully, bathing him in spit, tracing every inch of him with lips and tongue.

"oooh!" exclaimed Jessica. "She's good!"

Jackson looked to see his sister watching Officer Juicy's technique with rapt attention. He thought it must really be turning her on to watch and it was inevitable that she was going to start masturbating. And of course, Jackson realized, with Jessica so engrossed in voyeurism and masturbation, she wasn't going to notice how much she was drinking, so she was going to get completely shit faced.

As Jessica began to stroke her twat with one hand and tip the flask with the other, Jackson turned back to officer Juicy, who was utterly enraptured by her task. Jackson realized she had completely forgotten her official reason for fellating him. She could have figured out long ago that he didn't taste like Jessica's juices. But she didn't need an excuse for being so cockhungry. Her love of his dick was enough.

And as brilliant she was a sucking it, Jackson realized what he really wanted was a good hard fuck. And of course, that was what Juicy wanted to.

"We need to fuck!" the officer announced after grabbing him by the base of his shaft and pulling his cock head from between her lips with a 'pop'

"Right you are, Officer Juicy!" Jackson agreed. "Jess, can we use your bed?"

"Thas' wub iss there fo'!" his sister announced, three fingers in her cooze and a third of the vodka in her belly. She was blushing furiously from the combination.

"She better take it easy on the hooch," Jackson though, and Jessica capped the flask, then slid off the bed to the floor and went to work on her nipples with her free hand.

Juicy got up and pushed Jackson back onto his sister's bed, then mounted him without preamble. She was true to her new nickname, making a loud, wet 'shlup' as she impaled herself on him.

"Oh fuck yes!" the officer exclaimed, wiggling her pelvis and running her hands up her sides then stretching them up above her head. "That's what Juicy needs!"

As she began to rock back and forth, her prodigious tits began to bounce up and down as her cunt slurped at his cock. Jackson smiled in utter amazement, thinking how fucking great it was, and Juicy's eyes went wide, thinking the same thing.

"She's totally loosing control," thought Jackson, and Juicy began grunting and shrieking like an animal, pounding up and down, bouncing her tits chaotically, shaking her head around crazily with her eyes rolled back in her head. It was all Jackson could take and he shot his wad deep inside her as Juicy and Jessica climaxed in solidarity with him.

Juicy blinked, looking around, confused as if she wasn't sure where she was or how she had got there. She finally focused on Jackson, who was panting beneath her, and gave words to his thoughts.

"Damn!" she said. "That was good!"

"Thas' wuz I'm tossin' 'bout," said Jessica in a drunken heap on the floor.

Juicy chuckled, low and throaty. Jackson could really get used to her. He felt a real affection for her in that post-coital fog he found himself in. He could keep her, make her the happiest woman ever.

But he knew that might be just the sex talking. And if this was just a one-time thrill, he didn't want her loosing her job over it. He had a decision to make. Should he keep her as his hot little Officer Juicy or send her and her partner on their way, essentially back to normal. He was pretty sure he could do it. But did he want to?