That was just the starter pistol for a marathon

Officer Plower barely gives you time to recover. He lifts you in his powerful arms and you throw your legs around his hips as he buries his hard cock in your dripping pussy. You big tits flatten against his muscular chest and he drives his tongue into your mouth.

The big cop is intent on getting his money's worth from you. He lifts you up and down on his dick like a warm and wet fucktoy until he is straining with exertion. He stands you against the wall of your room with your back turned and he takes you from behind. He thrusts up and into you again and again, his hands squeezing your ass until he grunts and pumps a thick load into your clenching cunny.

He pulls out, his cum oozing down your thighs, and forces you to your knees to suck him until he's hard again. Endurance is obviously one of strong suits. He squirts hand lotion from your vanity onto his cock and slides it between your tits.

He pushes you onto your back and straddles your stomach so he can more easily glide his dick into the soft canyon of your cleavage. He pounds your compressed boobs until he blows another load of semen across your neck. It trickles between your tits and he shakes out globs of warm goo onto your nipples.

Officer Plower watches you scoop up his cum and lick it from your fingers as he strokes his wilting cock until it's hard again. He's insatiable, cramming his cock into you doggystyle, his hips slapping against your ass and his big fingers playing with your clit. He brings you to a screaming orgasm before lifting you onto the bed and rolling onto his back. You straddle him and ride his big dick until you feel it twitch inside you and coat the walls of your flooded cunt with another scalding torrent of his sperm.

"Ohhhhh," he cries as he pumps his load into you. "You are the best fuck I've ever head."

"You're not so bad yourself," you reply as you ride out his pounding climax.

His cock shrivels and falls from your pussy, but he insists you lick and suck him until he's hard again. It takes much longer this time and tests the limits of your skills as a cocksucker, but finally you're bobbing your mouth up and down on his stiff prick.

You're both covered with sweat and various other bodily fluids, but he gamely climbs atop you and guides his hard cock into your cum-filled pussy. It's a nasty, loud, grunting fuck. His dick churns your mixed juices into a slippery froth and his balls slap wetly against your pink asshole. He pulls your hair back from your face and you kiss as he pummels your overworked cunny.

You thrust up to meet him and grab his ass to pull him deeper into your pussy. You bite his neck and lick his ear. You use every dirty trick in your little slut book to make him cum, but he holds out for what seems like hours.

"Ohhh," he groans with exhaustion. "I can't keep going."

He pulls out of you and flops onto his back. You look at his slippery cock, sigh, and start licking and sucking him. You're getting a little sore and you'd rather just finish him off the old fashioned way. You stroke him and suck him until he is fucking your face and pushing his cock against your throat.

"Yessss," he cries and buries his dick in your throat and drains his balls into your stomach.

You gag but manage to hold him in your throat until he's done spewing his load. You lick his cock clean and let it shrink in your mouth and then climb up next to him on your bed and throw your arm across his chest.

"We've got to do this again sometime," he laughs, still in the afterglow.

"Not today," you groan. "It's..."

You lift your head to look at the clock on your nightstand.

"It's 4:50!!!" You sit bolt upright. "You've gotta get out of here!"

It takes a minute for the demand to sink in, but he gets the message when you throw his wadded up boxers at his face.

"Leave your number," you tell him as he gets dressed. "We can hook up sometime and do it again."

You throw on a robe and rush Officer Plower out before he buckles his belt or gets his shoes on. Hoping Mrs. Cleft will let you be a little late you call over to your neighbor.

"Hey, Mrs. Cleft," you say when you hear the older woman's sultry voice.

"You didn't change your mind about the party, did you Joy?" Mrs. Cleft asks.

"Oh, no," you reply. "I just wondered if it's okay if I'm like 10 minutes late."

"Thomas might get a little impatient, but I'll keep him occupied. We'll come over around 5:30, sweetie."

Whew! You hang up the phone and rush to the shower to get cleaned up and ready for the big party.