The Rookie byJSipes (english)

This is a story about a young Rookie Police Officer who is eager to learn all there is to learn about being a good officer. He thinks he knows what he is doing until he meets Helga. She is a HOT housewife that teaches him things he didn’t learn in the Police Academy.


Thirty-two years ago, I was a Rookie Police Officer employed by a large Metropolitan Police Department and was eighteen months into my two-year probationary period. We didn’t have designated FTO’s (Field Training Officers) back then. However, we still had to be partnered with a veteran police officer. The veteran officer was supposed to teach me how to apply my classroom knowledge to the reality of street policing. Believe me, it was a real eyeopener.

The veteran police officer assigned to train me was a jovial, medium height, somewhat overweight officer. He had a red complexion and large chipmunk jaws. He was affectionately called ‘Jelly-Jaws.’ by his fellow officers. His uniform always looked like he had slept in it. Jelly always sounded like he was out of breath every time he had to get out of the patrol car. Jelly-Jaws knew all the criminal laws just as well as any lawyer in the city. Even though Jelly had only gone through the tenth grade, he was sharp as a tack when it came to matching wits with violators of the law. Jelly completed his GED because he needed a high school diploma to apply for the police officer position.

Jelly was well versed in all of the departmental policies and procedures. At this point, I bet you are probably thinking Jelly would be the perfect partner to train a rookie police officer. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but he was the laziest one individual I had ever known. He only did what he had to do to fulfill the basic requirements of the job. I was glad when my probationary period ended, and I was assigned another partner.

Jelly’s underlying work philosophy was, “Give them what they want. No more; no less.” Jelly concentrated more on avoiding complaints against him than apprehending criminals. Jelly candidly told me that, “The police department would much rather we serve our eight hours with no arrests and no complaints as opposed to felony arrests with complaints against the police department or us. I could never change Jelly’s thinking because he had ten successful years on the job following his lazy work philosophy.

Our police supervisors insisted that each patrol car should be able to issue at least two moving traffic violation tickets per day. The supervisors maintained that no alert police officer could patrol the streets for eight hours without witnessing two or more moving violations. Jelly would write two left-turn violations at the same location every day. He said if we gave them more than two tickets per day, they would expect more than two each day after that. A traffic violator could speed by Jelly at seventy miles per hour. If he already had his two tickets for the day, he would ignore the speeder.

I once questioned Jelly’s thinking about letting flagrant violators go without a ticket after we had our two left-turn tickets. I was firmly admonished for questioning him. After all, I was only a rookie, what the hell did I know about real police work. One thing I did like about Jelly’s personal philosophy, he never issued traffic citations in December. His reasoning was if a parent had to pay the cost of a traffic ticket in December, it might knock some child out of a Christmas gift.

Okay, enough with the background information. I want to tell you about some of my experiences while working with Jelly. Let me rephrase that. I want to tell you about some of my experiences/adventures while working with Jelly. We patrolled an area that was referred to as ‘The silk stockings District.’ For those of you not familiar with police jargon, that district is where all the rich country club type people reside. It is populated with doctors, lawyers, highly successful salesmen, and stay at home soccer moms with rich husbands who travel for months at a time on business.

I was assigned to the 3 PM to 11 PM shift in that district. It wasn’t unusual to receive a prowler call any time after dark. Lonely/horny housewives would often call the dispatcher after dark to report a prowler or suspicious person in their yard. Some of the time, there was a prowler, but often it would be just a lonely housewife who needed the attention of a man. They seemed to feel safer, calling a police officer to satisfy their sexual desires. It was more convenient and safer than hiring a babysitter so they could be free to frequent the local watering holes in search of sexual relief.

Helga Egilsdottir Patterson was one of those lonely housewives. She was from Iceland and had a sexy Icelandic accent when she spoke English. Helga had all the Nordic features; blond hair to her shoulders, blues eyes, and a pale pinkish-white complexion. Helga had just celebrated her thirty-sixth birthday alone when she called us to her home. Her husband was a world traveler, and he’d met her on a business trip to Iceland. He fell in love with Helga at first sight and a month later asked her to marry him. You may think that marrying her after just one month is foolish, but if you ever saw Helga, I think you would agree that she is strikingly beautiful. Helga is 5′ 6” and maybe 120-to 125 pounds, long slender legs. And as I mentioned before, her long wavy blond hair flowed down to her shoulders. Helga also had full pouty lips that beckoned me to taste them.

Helga’s husband often left her at home with their two small children when he traveled on business for long periods. When we received the call to Helga’s house, her husband had been in Hong Cong a month and wasn’t expected back for several more weeks. Helga met us at the front door wearing a white silk blouse and a dark skirt that clung tightly to her flaring round hips. She guided us to the dining room table and asked if we wanted something to drink. We declined and thanked her for the offer.

Helga was calling about a girlfriend who had called her and said she was going to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge on the other side of town. We took Helga’s information and asked the dispatcher to send a patrol car to the bridge. Jelly took the information for our report while I engaged Helga in casual conversation. I had noticed her eyeing me closely ever since we first entered her house. I didn’t understand what that was all about, but I was anxious to find out.

Okay…time for a little more background information. I am six feet tall with a flat belly due to my three days a week workout in the police gym. I try not to let my weight rise above 190 pounds. At the time, I had a young-looking face, and some people questioned if I was old enough even to be a police officer. People often thought I was still in my teens and still attending high school. I was twenty-five at the time. I was insulted by their comments at first, but my youthful face made me perfect for temporary plain-clothes assignments in the Vice squad. Dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, people would think I was just a kid and break the vice laws right in front of me.

Now going back to the call, we were investigating. Helga was coyly eyeing me during our casual conversation. She finally asked my age, and when I told her I was twenty-five, she didn’t believe me. I dug out my driver’s license and handed it to her. After studying my license, she said, “Damn, you are twenty-five.”

I nodded my head affirmatively.

Helga handed my driver’s license back, looked me squarely in the eyes, and asked, “Officer, how would you like to fuck me?”

Without a second thought, I answered, “Hell, yes! When do you want to do it?”

Jelly-Jaws slammed his report book shut and stammered, “We have enough information to finish the report somewhere else. Let’s go. Rookie!”

Jelly leaped to his feet and was almost to the front door when Helga slipped a piece of paper into my hand. She indicated she didn’t want my partner to see the note. I shoved it in my pocket without looking to see what was on it. I got a royal ass-chewing from my senior partner when I returned to the patrol car. He made it clear that he would never allow that conduct while on duty. I readily agreed with him. I assured him I had enough sense not to do something that foolish on duty. The next chance I had to read Helga’s note without Jelly’s presence, I learned it had her contact information on it.

It was almost Christmas when I decide to give Helga a phone call. When Helga asked why I had taken so long getting back to her, I told her of the ass-chewing I’d received from my partner concerning the conversation of sex with her. She said that under those circumstances, she was okay with my not calling sooner. We both worked with our schedules and decided I would come to her house on Christmas Eve after her children were asleep.

Christmas Eve rolled around, and I told my wife I planned to attend midnight Mass at Saint Michael’s Catholic Church. I knew my wife couldn’t attend with me because I had given her such short notice. I arrived at Helga’s home around 10 PM dressed in casual slacks and a sports jacket. Helga came to the door wearing a simple house dress that emphasized her 36C breasts, and she was barefoot. I had a visible erection even before I stepped through her front door. It didn’t go unnoticed by Helga.

“What would you like to drink, Jim?” She paused a moment and said, “You did tell me your name is Jim, didn’t you?”

I nodded yes and said, “I’d like bourbon and water straight up.”

Helga fixed the same for herself and directed me to the den, where she motioned for me to sit on a sofa facing a roaring fire in the fireplace. I removed my jacket and tossed it in a nearby chair before joining her on the couch. We sipped our drinks and chatted for a while before Helga said, “I believe you came here to take me up on my offer of sex. Am I right?”

I was not used to a woman being that direct and almost chocked on my drink. Remember, I was only twenty-five at the time, and a rookie. I wasn’t as experienced as I would later become after a few more years in the police department. I blushed and was only able to nod my head in the affirmative.

Helga leaped off the sofa and said, “Get undressed, Jim, and wait here until I get back.”

When Helga returned, she was naked and carrying a small bowl of warm soapy water and washcloth. “Jesus,” I whispered as my eyes traveled over her beautiful body.

Helga knelt in front of me and gently washed my genitals. She started with my balls, then my cock, and even my anus. I felt a shiver journey from my ass, through my balls to my cock.

“Oh my God,” I groaned as I felt every drop of blood in my body rush to my groin, while the evidence of my arousal grew thicker. I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Helga set the bowl on the coffee table and then grasped my cook in her right hand and took me deep into her mouth while caressing my balls with the left hand. I was still so excited she washed my genitals; I couldn’t hold any longer and blasted massive spurts of cum into her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned. “Oh God, Helga, Yesssss!”

Helga swallowed it all without losing a drop. She licked her lips and seemed proud of herself.

Helga then sprawled on her back on the sofa with her legs spread, offering herself to me. I wasted little time leaping between her legs and prepared to shove my still erect cock into her pussy, but was stopped by her.

“No! No, no, no, Jim”, she shouted as she pushed my hard cock away from her pussy. “It’s time for you to get me ready!”

“What do you mean, get you ready,” I asked? “I thought you WERE ready.”

Okay, keep in mind that I was just a rookie at the time. I still had a lot to learn. Not only about being a police officer, but about how to please a woman like Helga. I guess I should have mentioned at the beginning of this story that I grew up in a small town. I was anything but sophisticated.

“You need to use your tongue, Sugar,” Helga replied in her sexy Nordic accent. “and make me cum at least one time before we can begin our lovemaking,”

I gazed at Helga’s neatly trimmed blond pubic hair that looked and felt like golden silk and hesitantly replied, “I’ve never done anything like that to a woman before.”

“What?” Helga shouted! She was astounded.

Helga then sat up with a stunned look on her face. She groused, “Teenagers in Iceland engage in orally pleasuring each other long before they ever attempt intercourse. It continues to be a part of the foreplay when they do move on to intercourse.”

Helga appeared to be so frustrated with me, I thought she might call the whole thing off.

“I don’t mind doing it,” I quickly apologized, “but as I said, I’ve never done it before and truthfully don’t know how to do it,”

“That okay, Honey.” Helga’s sexy Nordic accent sounded softer and more understanding when she said, “just crawl between my legs and let Mommy show you how it’s done.”

She patted the space between her legs and motion for me to move closer. I paused a moment and then said, “Okay, I’m eager to learn how to pleasure you with my tongue, but please don’t refer to yourself as ‘Mommy’ when you are with me.”

Helga smiled, nodded her head, yes. I slowly made my approach to her moist pussy. Once I was positioned properly, she said, “Now take your thumbs and spread the lips of my vagina and lightly blow your hot breath over it.”

I did as Helga instructed and, at the same time, inhaled the aroma of her feminine arousal. I found Helga’s scent almost intoxicating. I felt I could lay there all night, just smelling her sexual fragrances. Her scent made my cock harder than ever.”

Helga stroked my hair, and the moment my lips touched her pussy, she reflexively squeezed my head between her thighs. Helga held me there a minute then relaxed the pressure on my head.

“Does it feel alright,” I inquired? “Am I doing it right?”

“Go slow,” she whispered, “I love it.”

I tongue fucked her for a few minutes and licked her wet labia. I was doing everything but trying to crawl inside. It was all I knew to do. She patted me on the head and interrupted me.

“Okay, sweetie, you are doing just fine,” she praised me. “Do you see the little hard knob protruding from a little hood at the top of my slit?”

I nodded, yes. Helga’s accent was still driving me crazy. I thought I was going to cum just listening to her talk.

“Okay, Precious, I want you to lightly kiss that little knob and then gently stroke it with the tip of your tongue.”

Helga moaned when I did it and urged me to continue until told otherwise. I could feel her thighs trembling against my face as I repeatedly swabbed that little knob with the rough surface of my tongue. I felt her fingers entwined in my hair, pulling me harder against her pussy. Helga began undulating against my face and squeezed her thighs tightly against the sides of my head. A minute later, she was shuddering and stiffening her whole body. I wasn’t sure about what was happening until her juices flooded my face.

“Yesssss! Oh fuckin’, Yesssss,” she wailed! “Oh, fuck… I can’t stop cumming, Baby! Oh my God, that felt good.”

She released my head from her gripping thighs and dropped her hands to her sides. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. I watch as her beautiful breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her pale nipples were erect, and I had the urge to suck one into my mouth, but I waited for Helga to tell me what she wanted next. I liked this older woman teaching me how to be a better lover.

Helga asked me to lie on my back. I did as she instructed, and Helga straddling my waist and rubbed her wet pussy against my belly. With a wicked expression on her beautiful face, Helga leaned forward, finding my mouth and kissed me hard, driving her tongue deep inside my mouth. Helga shifted so that she was lying on me, with my hard cock sandwiched between our stomachs. She let out a soft moan, then wiggled a bit lower. I could feel the moisture from her pussy dripping on my swollen cock. She began to grind her wet pussy along the span of my entire cock, soaking my shaft and my balls.

Helga continued to slide her wet folds along the length of my cock. She spread her natural lubrication along my shaft from the tip of my mushroom-shaped crown down to my pulsating balls and back up. That felt good. So good, I was afraid that I may have premature ejaculation. I don’t think I would have been able to stand the embarrassment if that had happened. I began recalling some gruesome scenes I had witnessed on the job to keep from cumming too soon. That somewhat helped, but it was stealing part of the pleasure Helga was delivering.

I gave up and shifted my attention back to Helga’s marvelous performance, and my pleasures returned. I needed more, so did Helga. She lifted her lips from my mouth and stuck her wet tongue in my ear. I almost shot my wad again at that point. I don’t understand why I didn’t. My balls were tingling, and I could tell an orgasm was close.

“I need you inside me,” Helga whispered in my ear after she broke from tonguing my ear. She pushed her hand between our bodies. Helga seized my shaft and squeezed it, making me moan. I wasn’t sure if I could last long enough even to put my cock into Helga. The thoughts going through mind were how embarrassing it would be if I didn’t last.

With a naughty smile, she moved her legs up, so she was hovering just above me. My cock was inches from her pussy. I tried to thrust my cock up into her warmth, but Helga was resolved to maintain control. We were both desperate for the same thing, but Helga was going to decide when it would happen. Helga slowly lowered herself down. She masterfully guided my rigid cock toward her wet entrance. I thought Helga was going to tease me, but she didn’t even try to taunt me. As soon as my cock was in a position to enter her wet pussy, she sank down along my shaft, exhaling a soft sigh as her body welcomed me inside.

“Oh, yes!… Fuck, yes!” Helga gasped.

The tip of my cock pushed past her wet lips. I couldn’t believe how great my cock felt inside her. It felt so fucking natural as her smooth walls enveloped and shrouded my swollen cock. Helga let me know that she liked my thick cock invading her cunt to its depth. She said my cock was on the verge of making her cum again. She wasn’t shy about making it clear that another orgasm was what she needed.

Helga’s velvet pussy felt fantastic, squeezing, and massaging my cock. Still, I decided it was time for me to take control. I flipped Helga on her back while making sure my cock didn’t disengage from her cunt. I surprised her, but she didn’t protest. She wrapped her long legs around my waist as I drove deep, and she met each of my thrusts with one of her own.

“Oh, my God, Jim, your cock feels so fucking good inside me,” Helga gasped! “I like a man who knows how to take command.”

Her fingernails were running up and down my back, leaving little goosebumps and chills that ran down my spine. Those chills caused a slight electrical tingling inside my ass. The tingles moved to my balls, and I could feel the start of my orgasm. I could hear Helga whimpering and moaning again. Suddenly her pussy tightened. I could feel the tension in the muscles of my cock and knew that I was very close to cumming. I glanced at her face, and her eyes were shut, and her face glowed with a look of pure bliss.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I think I’m gonna cum, Helga. Your goddamn cunt… feels so fucking… unbelievable!” I moaned. I eagerly kissed one breast then the other after each word. Helga giggled when I clamped down onto a swollen nipple, and sucked vigorously, causing Helga to squeal.

Helga sighed softly against my ear. She shuddered, and I could feel a surge of pleasure dashing through her body. She ground against me, instinctively as the intimacy of the moment brought our bodies together. Helga’s arms were around my neck, and I embraced her to me, tenderly kissing her as we rhythmically moved in sync uniting in a common goal. I wanted her to cum again before I did, but that looked doubtful. I continued to hammer away at her wet pussy, frantically fucking her harder and harder. Helga dropped her hand to her clit and rubbed it vigorously. She was desperate to cum at the same time as me.

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