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Just A Cop's Cock: EP6

#+ Scene 9: Doctor O'Malley's Office, Monday 5:15 p. m. ***

"You're late," Doctor O'Malley accused when | was escorted into her office by her receptionist late Monday

afternoon. | was walking with the help of a cane.

"I've had a crappy day too doc... hell, I still can hardly walk and my sisters wantto pee in a bloody milk

bottle. And the last t| had sex," | grumbled, but with a smile on my lips. "You can go Sally," the doc

instructed her giggling girl, "I'll clean up; just lock the outer door when you leave."

"You sure Doctor O'Malley?" the girl asked but | could see she was relieved she didn't have to wait til | was done.

"Hi beautiful," | said to my lovely, red-headed doctor when Sally had finally left.

"Always trying to be the charmer eh?" she complained but with a smile in her eyes. "So, how're you feeling,"

"How do you think? My sisters are both drivingcrazy and this girl I've got a crush on only likes short guys.

And | haven't made love with a woman in two weeks," | teased. "Abstinence is good for the soul Constable, now

go in the examination room and get naked," she ordered.

"Is it?" | asked. "And when was the last tyou made love to a man anyway?" | said as | hobbled to the little

alcove that held an examination table.

When | was stripped | stood with my butt leaning back against the table, my knees spread, my cock standing at

attention.

"You're supposed to wear the robe," Kathy chastised as she moved towards me. As she removed the bandage

that covered my chest she was standing between my knees, close enough that my penis was lightly bobbing

against her stomach. "It looks good," she said as her fingers traced along the mostly healed pink line that

showed the path of the bullet. "This looks much better too," she said as her hand circled my penis and she bent

and slowly examined my cockhead. "It does?"

"But you'll still have to wait a couple more days," she answered to my unasked question. "And for your

information officer it has been over a year since I've been with a real man," she then added, answering my

original question, then she gavea gentle squeeze.

"That long? Who was he? It certainly wasn't your hubby."

"None of your business."

"Was it your dad?" | pressed.

"I shouldn't have told you anything," she answered, blushing as she delayed. "It would never work with us... it'd

be just sex," she added, a plea in her green eyes that were boring into mine.

"And what's wrong with that?" | asked even though | knew it wasn't ever going to be that simple between the

two of us. "No, now c'mon, tellthe story; I've been waiting all weekend. Ya tellyou sleep with your dad

and then you just walk away?"

"No, | shouldn't," she refused but | sensed she wanted to and just waited. And she finally did, hesitantly at first,

then more and more coherently. She toldhow her mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer the week

she'd started her junior year of high school.

"They operated... she lost a breast. Then radiation... chemotherapy... we hoped, daddy and I, that it would be

okay. But it had already spread, just after Christmas they found more." There were tears on Kathy's cheeks as

she talked. Fucking cancer | thought to myself, realizing at the stthat she'd probably had it worse than

me. "She was sixty-eight pounds and in continuous pain when she finally died seven months later," she said as

tears poured down her cheeks. "It was a week before my senior year of high school was to start... | was

seventeen and a half... a virgin..."

"I know now that what we did wasn't wrong, that it wasn't my fault," she continued seconds later, her sad eyes

watching mine. "It's perfectly normal. There are a hundred studies on the subject... it's normal for a daughter to-"

she said almost defiantly.

| put my hands on Kathy's head, then quickly undid the knot that held her long, curly red hair up and let her

tresses tumble down and over her shoulders. | cradled her head in my hands. "To what?" | asked even though |

already knew the

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"When mom was sick | did all the cooking, the washing up... all the little jobs. | didn't go out once my junior year

of high school... | almost failed my courses. Then when she died-"

"You were lost, | know," | encouraged, remembering the loss I'd felt, then | gently caressed her cheek.

"We were like you when your parents died... we were so unhappy Johnnie. | tried to do everything mommy had

done... | tried to replace her for Daddy. God, my senior year was shitty, all | did was study and then rush home

and clean the house, do the laundry, cook, think about boys-"

"What about them?" | asked softly as | pushed open Kathy's white doctor's jacket and then slowly undid the

buttons on her black silk blouse.

"BOYS! | didn't have a goddam clue. I'd lie in bed... I'd touch myself Johnnie," Kathy cried, then moaned softly

when my hands found her breasts through the soft, white, lace trimmed bra | knew she'd worn specially for me.

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"On my eighteenth birthday Daddy tookout to dinner... at sfancy place. He even lethave wine,"

Kathy said remembering. "God, it was a disaster... we were both so unhappy... we were both crying when the

waiters brought the special birthday cake daddy had ordered and started to sing Happy Birthday to me."

"You're beautiful," | said reverently as | slipped the bra off her breasts and lightly moved my fingers across her

puffy aureoles and onto her straining pink nipples.

"Later, after we got home," she started, ignoring my comment even as she arched her chest harder into my

hands, "I was lying in bed thinking, | was touching myself, | knew | had to do something... | was wet... | wanted to

help daddy so much... Christ, | was a clueless virgin and daddy hadn't had sex in over a year," she said as she

shook her head sadly.

"I won't lie... I'd been thinking of it... of sex with daddy... I'd dreamt of him Johnnie... in me.... fucking me," she

admitted softly. "I wanted to replace mommy... to be daddy's lover... to have his cock in me... to really be his

wife."

"I took off my nightgown, dabbed on sof mom's old perfume... then | walked down the hallway to daddy's

room. | was naked... my nipples were tingling | was so excited. His door was partly open Johnnie," Kathy

whispered, clearly reliving the night. "I pulled down his sheet... then | undid his pajamas. | could see it in the

moonlight that flooded the room... lying there on his thigh. I'd never seen one before Johnnie," she insisted as

her fingers slid down onto my penis. | undid Kathy's skirt as she talked, then quickly glanced down and could

easily see the red pubic strands that were escaping from the edges of the thin white panties that matched the

bra I'd already stripped from her.

"Daddy was asleep and he didn't stir when | touched it. It grew Johnnie... like yours," she added as she looked

into my eyes and gave a possessive squeeze to my now throbbing cock.

"What happened?"

"I climbed up onto the bed... then | crouched over him, astride his legs, not touching him, my rear just above his

thighs. | slowly moved my hand up and down... | was careful Johnnie... | was afraid he'd wake. He got so big,

almost as big as you," she marveled, remembering the feel of rubbing her fathers smooth, hard cock even as she

pumped mine. "I slowly lowered myself until the head of his penis was just touching my slit, my hair... | was wet,

so wet... so excited, | wanted it inside me," she moaned as | moved my hands over her mound.

"You fucked him?" | asked as my fingers found her clit and then softly caressed it.

"I lowered myself, his big cockhead got stuck, | didn't think it could go in Johnnie... then it wouldn't go any

farther."

"Your hymen?"

"Yes. Then Daddy started to wake... | was scared... | didn't know what to do... | rose up, then pushed myself down

so hard... it hurt... oh god, | yelled out in pain... | was bleeding... daddy woke... he recognized me. He tried to

pushoff... oh god, he tried to fight me... but | kept lifting and lowering myself... again and again. As | rode

him | could feel my blood trickling down his penis. He was suddenly all the way in, filling me. Then he started to

move... he'd stopped fighting it. He rolledover, then he started to thrust into me. Ohhh Johnnie," she

moaned as | slipped a finger up into the doctor's molten, moist cave.

| kept yelling, "Fuckdaddy.... please... fuck me... more... yes daddy... ohhh yesss..."

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| cthat first time, | was bleeding

and sore but suddenly my insides

were spasm-ing, squeezing his big

cock as my juices lubricated it. Then

he started 10 shed Kid eet inside

me. Lit INKS like a showerhead

pulsing a warm liquid stream right up

insideJohnnie. Deep inside.

Again and again he spurted... it felt so

good... | loved it... loved everything

about it. His thing inside me, his cum,

the way my orgasm shook me... oh |

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love him so much... | still love him,

she groaned, tears again in her eyes.

| stayed silent when she finished, | knew she had much more to tell.

"We lived together as man and wife for two years, my last term of high school and my first two years of pre

med," she said softly when she resumed. "We were insanely happy. I'd rush hfrom school... as soon as he

got in the door we'd tear each others clothes off. I'd suck him, suck his big cock Johnnie. Then we'd fuck...

everywhere... on the carpet... in the kitchen... in the shower... we were perfect together," she ended with a

wistful tone in her voice.

"What happened," | prompted after she'd remained silent for seconds.

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It was crazy. We loved each other...

but we were ashamed. Both of us.

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that we'd end by making love. But

they got worse as the months

passed. One night we finally had a

huge argument. | accused him of

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from him. Who'd seduced him almost

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before mom was cold in her grave.

"I said | hated him."

"Oh baby," | consoled, then moved to lift her into my arms.

"It was horrible, hateful, it was an argument we could never forget. Making love didn't help. The ugly words we

yelled at each other hung in the air for weeks. | transferred schools a month later."

| lowered her and placed her bum on the edge of the examining table and spread her knees, exposing her pink

insides. "You can't Johnnie, you're penis," she warned as | moved between her legs, my cock swinging high and

hard against my stomach.

"I want to taste you, taste your sex," | said as | bent my mouth towards the engorged lips of her vagina, towards

the unhooded, naked, now bright red clit that beckoned.

"We shouldn't," she protested, but then leaned back and moaned in pleasure as my wet tongue licked up her

moist slit and then found her trembling bud. "What happened with your dad, afterwards | mean," | asked after

pulling my lips from her clitoris. "Did you ever-"

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then use them for a month or two-

"You were trying to replace your dad?" | asked after lifting my head momentarily from her now slippery trench,

knowing how I'd felt after Maria had married, remembering the countless girls | picked up night after night.

Impersonal fucking that never cclose to what I'd felt with my sister.