The Training of Jeff Stintum Ch. 28

Chapter 28: The Thin Blue Line

Sarah took a look in her rearview mirror as the police officer approached her car.

'So far, so good,' she thought, smiling inwardly. This guy looked pretty hunky — he was maybe Jeff's age, probably over six feet tall, heavily muscled, and wearing sunglasses. Most importantly to Sarah, he was carrying himself with just the kind of smug, macho self-assurance that she had been hoping for. As he approached, she couldn't help but think that she already had him in the bag. But she effected an expression of surprised innocence anyway as he came to her window.

"Good afternoon...uh...ma'm," said the police officer as he got to her window, his voice abruptly changing as he took in the strange sight. In the passenger seat, he saw what looked like a scrawny young teenage boy, with a huge, obvious erection tenting his pants, looking red in the face and, for all the world, like he had just had a giant orgasm. And in the driver's seat...was sitting a woman who literally took his breath away. She was the biggest, curviest, tallest, most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with shining green eyes and cascades of wavy blond hair spilling down her impressive shoulders. His eyes couldn't help but dart down to her unprecedented rack, her full, imposing thighs, and her pubic triangle that was pressing noticeably out of her tight jean shorts. The cop absorbed this entire scene in a couple seconds, and the final points of his observations rested on the fact that this woman had an obvious wet spot in her crotch and...and what definitely looked like semen...this teenager's semen...smeared all over her face. The cop felt his heart rate go up as the heat rose through his muscled chest, through his thick neck, and up into his face. What on earth was going on here??

"Good afternoon, officer," said Sarah pleasantly, smiling at the cop. "What seems to be the problem?"

"The p-problem...?" said the officer, forgetting momentarily why he had pulled her over. He shook his head slightly to clear it. He had trained for these kinds of scenarios, the kind where a lot of things seemed to be happening at once. Taking a couple deep breaths, he reminded himself to take it one thing at a time. Sarah watched him closely, with that same innocent smile on her face.

"Well, ma'm...I pulled you over because you just ran that red light," said the cop, collecting himself.

"Oh dear!" said Sarah, putting a hand up to her mouth, "I did!?"

"Yes...yes you did," said the officer, nodding his head.

"Good lord!" exhaled Sarah, wide-eyed. "That could have been a lot worse than it was — I could've hit somebody!" She turned to Jeff, put her hand on his thigh, and squeezed it insistently. "See, little guy?" she said, laughing through her apparent disbelief. "This is why I don't like to do that kind of thing to you in the car while I'm driving!"

The police officer looked uncomfortably down at Sarah's hand on this boy's leg. Was she insane!? This was clearly a case of statutory, and yet...she was being so brazen about it. What in the hell was she doing!?

"Umm, ma'm?" asked the officer. "May I ask what...what you're talking about?"

Sarah turned back to the cop, her golden hair bouncing around luxuriously. She was so tall that it was touching the ceiling of the car, even though Sarah had the seat down to the lowest level.

"What do you mean, officer?" she asked politely. She saw his eyes awkwardly scanning her face, clearly puzzled and upset by the smeared semen. It was all going well so far.

"What...what did you mean...when you, uh...when you said you didn't like doing...uh...that kind of thing?"

Sarah laughed good-naturedly, giving the cop a good view of the upside-down "U" of her upper teeth as she leaned back gently in her mirth. "Oh! Haha...well, officer, you're really gonna make me say it out loud?"

"I'd...I'd like to hear what you were doing," said the officer.

"Well, I'd say it's pretty obvious what was going on, don't you think?" laughed Sarah. She reached over behind Jeff's head and took a little scruff of his back hair, shaking it playfully so that his entire upper body vibrated with her motions. "I was giving this little guy here a blowjob!"

"Y-you...you were what!?" asked the officer. Was this woman serious!? Was she actually admitting to this so openly, so..so casually?? He was in uncharted territory now...and he could feel himself getting hard. What was wrong with him!? This sick woman was talking about raping a boy and he was getting aroused!? He fought himself to stay professional.

"A blowjob," said Sarah more distinctly, turning back to the cop and giving him a full view of her face. "I had his dick in my mouth." She opened her mouth and pointed inside it with a long manicured fingernail. "Aaaaaa...see? Right in there. I was sucking on his penis. And I was licking around his shaft with my tongue like this!" And she suddenly issued forth her giant tongue, extending it out of her mouth several inches toward the cop, fluttering it up and down and flinging it back an forth with that inhuman speed that had made Jeff's eyes bug out of his head so many times. Sarah felt herself get wet again as she saw's the cop's eyes get wider at her blatant sexual display. She let him watch the blur of her tongue for another second and then slid it back into her mouth as she continued. "Until...you know...pop! He came in my mouth and then *Gulp* I swallowed it all...well, not all of it, actually as you can see, haha!" She put a hand up to her face and smeared Jeff's semen around a little more, licking some of it off her plush lips as she made an exaggerated point to swallow again.

The cop stared at her dumbfounded. There were so many things that were wrong with what was happening that he couldn't do anything but just stand there for a few seconds, his mouth a little agape as he stupidly absorbed the scene. Sarah calmly waited for him to react, licking more of Jeff's semen off her face as she looked back over to him, petting the back of his head and making "mmmm!" sounds to him as she swallowed more of his fluids. The officer felt himself hardening even more at the way this oversized goddess of a woman was manhandling this...this little boy. He felt a wave of revulsion mixing weirdly with his building arousal. He had to keep going...he had to put a stop to this.

"H-how...how old are you?" he asked Jeff, who tore his eyes off Sarah's face to look at the officer. The cop felt something strange pass through his mind. Even though this boy looked like a young teenager, there was something in his face...something in the way that he looked back at him...that made him feel...but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Sarah's warm voice.

"Jeff?" she said, scratching his cheek lovingly with her fingernail, "the kind officer asked you a question. Come on, he doesn't wanna hear it from me. Go on...answer him."

"I'm...I'm 28," said Jeff.

The officer looked at him without speaking for a couple seconds, and then looked back up at Sarah. She smiled knowingly at him as her eyebrows went up.

"I know," she said, winking at him and nodding her head. "Hard to believe, right?" She laughed as she twirled another finger around on her cheek, collecting more semen that she popped into her mouth and sucked on like candy. "It's probably even harder for you to believe that I am seven years younger than this little man here."

"S-seven...years younger?" the cop asked, gawking as he nearly choked on his words.

"Mmhmm!" said Sarah, nodding her head up and down as she smiled at his disbelief. "Here, how about this?" she said suddenly. "Jeff, why don't you reach into your pocket and hand me your I.D...and I'll get mine here...and we'll hand them both to this nice officer, just so he can see the real documentation in front of him. Does that sound ok to you, Mr..."

"H-hanson," said the cop. "Y-yeah...yeah that...that sounds good."

Half a minute later he was still staring at the two driver's licenses. It didn't seem believable. "Sarah Helleger...21 years old...6'4...200 pounds"...if anything, the cop felt like Sarah's license was short-selling her. She looked taller than 6'4, and definitely looked like she weighed more than 200 pounds. In the same way, the license for this other guy didn't quite seem to match up: "Jeff Stintum...28 years old...5'6...135 pounds." He glanced over at Jeff. There was no way this guy was any of these things. He looked 15 years younger, half a foot shorter, and, like...60 pounds lighter. Something wasn't adding up.

"Uh...the, uh, the stats on these don't quite match up," said the cop.

"Oh yeah!" laughed Sarah, "that's probably because they were both made a couple years ago. A few things have changed since then."

The cop looked at her, genuinely puzzled. The ID's looked legitimate, with the watermarks and everything...their pictures were definitely the same people...but...the heights and weights were way off. Sarah looked over at Jeff and chuckled.

"So, for starters, this little guy just had double hip replacement surgery — didn't you Jeff?"

"Y-yeah...I did," he said.

"And so he lost a few inches, unfortunately...or fortunately, depending on how you look at it," she said, chuckling. "I actually quite like towering over him, and now...well, as you can see officer, I absolutely dwarf him in every way."

"Y-yes...yes I can see that," said the cop uncomfortably. What was this woman going on about? And why was it still turning him on??

"And, well, to make a long story short, the reason Jeff needed surgery was because his bones were deteriorating...unhealthy lifestyle, you know? It's caused him to lose quite a bit of weight. How much do you weigh now, tiny boy?"

"I'm...I'm not sure," said Jeff, feeling the heat in his loins again from Sarah's dirty talk.

"Well, we'll find out when we get back home," said Sarah. "Now as for me, well, since that ID was made I've grown a few inches and, well..." she smacked her belly, which jiggled sexily in the driver's seat, and then smacked her big thighs, causing them to ripple a bit. It was clear that, despite the womanly flesh on the outside that jiggled and curved impressively, there was real solidity and strength underneath. The cop swallowed nervously. He had never in his life encountered such a confident woman...and she was drop-dead gorgeous. He swallowed again, trying desperately to wet his throat and his mouth in preparation for speaking.

"Yeah, I've put on a few pounds," laughed Sarah. She turned to Jeff. "I'm pretty sure I've gained weight even since the last time we weighed ourselves. Can you believe that? Oohhhh god I'm looking forward to measuring yoouuuuu." She made cooing sounds down at Jeff and pursed her lips, sexily kissing the air over and over at him.

*Muah* *Muah* *Muah*

She turned back to the cop, who was now tenting clearly in his pants. Sarah looked down at his bulge and then back into his eyes triumphantly. She had him — she knew it. And she was almost certain what got him going...she had spread a wide net to catch him, which made ascertaining his specific tastes slightly more difficult, but she was fairly confident in her reading of him. He was attracted to her knockout curves, to her legs, to her whole womanly figure...but more than anything, she knew that it was her unabashed confidence, her blatant lewdness, and her flippant teasing that was really getting him going. Even though he probably didn't know it, she could see it in his face, in his posture, in his whole demeanor. Her behavior told him that anything was possible between the two of them, no matter how crazy. He met her gaze and then looked down, embarrassed, ashamed, and yet somehow even more turned on than before. Everything this woman did seemed specifically designed to arouse him. Sarah saw that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. Perhaps he had a girlfriend. It didn't matter.

"I'm...I'm sorry ma'm," stuttered the cop, handing back their licenses. "I...I just...I thought — "

"You thought I was engaging in sex with a minor," said Sarah, grinning.

"I mean...yeah," said the cop, shrugging his shoulders. He looked over at Jeff. "I'm sorry, man...I mean, no offense or anything."

"Oh there's none taken, I can assure you," giggled Sarah, patting Jeff on the head with her big hand. "This little dude loves being tiny. D'ja hear that Jeff? Officer Hanson thought you were a minor. And I'll bet he thought you were a lot younger than that, actually." She turned back to the cop. "How old did ya think he was? Come on...be honest!"

"I...I don't know, ma'm!" said the cop, shrugging his shoulders as he managed a laugh. "Maybe...uh...14? 15?" He was being generous — he had thought Jeff was 12 or 13, but it sounded so wrong to say out loud. Come to think of it...how the hell were these two dating!? This woman could get any man she wanted...easily. So why was she with this...this submissive little shrimp?! Somewhere in his head, Officer Hanson plumbed his brains, engaging the possibility that perhaps this enormous woman was sexually unsatisfied and required a real man to make her happy.

Sarah scoffed, taking Jeff's chin and shaking it gently back and forth. "He's being nice, you know," she said down at Jeff. "I'm sure he thought you were younger." She released him and looked back at the officer, making a point to travel slowly up and down his figure with her eyes. He certainly was well-built. Solid. Like a tank. And she could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was packing heat in more ways than one. Maybe just as big as Jeff's...maybe even bigger...she felt the trickling floods of arousal spreading in her body. She needed to get a move-on. She looked blatantly at the bulge of his dick and flared her nostrils, breathing hard.

He had to do something...not just stand there...otherwise it was too obvious what he wanted.

"Umm...so...uh, anyway...ma'm...sorry for the mix-up there, but, uh...you know...you really shouldn't be, uh...engaged in sexual activity with your boyfriend when you're driving a — "

"Boyfriend?!" interrupted Sarah. She laughed again as she put her hand directly on top of Jeff's crotch. He sucked in his breath audibly, throwing his head back and closing his eyes at her touch. "No no no, officer Hanson — Jeff's not my boyfriend."

"Not...?" he stammered. He looked up into Sarah's face. Her calm sea green looked back at him. What was she saying? Was this guy...

"H-husband?" ventured the cop.

Sarah continued to look at him steadily. "Now you're just being ridiculous," she said after a few seconds. Her tone was impossible for him to read...was she serious!? Irritated at him for suggesting...? He felt a wave of helplessness start to crash over him. But Sarah stepped in, rescuing him with a smile.

"No, Jeff is one of my play partners. You know...? Consensual sexual play? BDSM? One of my submissives? Any of this ringing any bells, officer?"

"Uh y-yeah...yeah, I mean, I've heard of all that stuff," he said, taking a bit of a step back as he nodded. He felt his heart sink a little. So this woman was one of those sex freaks...the kind who did all that stuff with the whips and leather and gimps and candle wax and shit. He felt the hope of somehow hooking up with her vanishing almost as soon as it had burned the brightest.

"And I don't mean to be forward," said Sarah suddenly. "But are you busy tonight, Officer Hanson?"

The fire roared up again within him. "Uh...n-no. No, I'm...I'm getting off...off work, I mean, at...8."

"Well," said Sarah with a sly grin, "I hope you don't mind my saying, but I feel like the two of us have come to a sort of understanding during this brief but...revealing conversation. Would you be interested in coming over to my house later?"

The officer's heart was thumping away. He had a girlfriend...or, more accurately, someone he was seeing. But he could hardly think of her right now.

"Wh-what...what are we...gonna do?" he asked. Without meaning to, his eyes moved to Jeff. This was some weird shit, for sure, and he didn't...want to do anything that involved him and this guy...being intimate. He had no idea what Sarah had in mind, but at this point he knew that there was nothing really off the table. As excited as he was, it was tempered — he was nervous.

"Don't worry about this munchkin right here," said Sarah, spreading her hand wide and putting it over Jeff's face. Her hand easily covered his entire face, and then some. The cop could hardly believe the size difference...she could have easily palmed this guy's entire head if she wanted to. "He's already had his fun for the day," Sarah continued. "Anything that happens tonight...would be between the two of us."

"Y-you mean...like..." said the cop breathlessly.

"Yes," said Sarah smiling, nodding her head. But she stopped and cocked an eyebrow. "That is, I mean...assuming that you, uh, how should I say it...that you come in the mood, you know? I'm not gonna have a lot of patience for performance issues tonight. Think you can give me what I want, Officer Hanson?"

The cop could feel himself warming to the challenge in his chest and he unconsciously stood up taller and thrust himself out. He was used to getting with smaller girls, girls he had no problem manhandling, girls who lost it over his big dick. He had measured himself two nights before...10.6 inches.

'This giant girl might be something,' he said to himself, 'but she's sure as hell not ready for what I've got.' A smug smile came over his face.

"There it isss," said Sarah in an enthusiastic, rallying voice, "that's what I like to see. Take a look at that, Jeff — that's some masculine confidence right there."

"Why don't you text me your address?" asked the officer, smiling pompously. "Here's my number..."

A minute later, Officer Henson was walking back to his squad car as the blood pounded in his ears.

"Well!" laughed Sarah, turning her car back on and driving away, "that went just about as well as I could've hoped. I was totally gonna play that differently if he wasn't some macho dude...but, turns out, lots of cops are macho dudes! Haha, who knew! I wish you could've seen the bulge in his pants, Jeff. He's gotta be at least as big as you...no, actually, he looked even bigger."

"Even...bigger?" asked Jeff. It still crushed him a little inside to think that his most prized asset was going to be upstaged...again...by another man.

"Yesss, even bigger. Bigger, bigger, bigger," chanted Sarah as she drove. "Come on, Jeff, you can't really blame me! I wanna keep challenging myself, you know?"

"I know," he said quietly, bowing his head.

"And anyway, it's not like you won't be there," she continued. "You'll be watching the whole thing."

"W-watching!?" he choked. He had assumed that Sarah would put him in the cage and stick him under her bed, just like last time.

"Yep!" she said happily. "Hearing is one thing, but watching...that's something else. I want you to see me take this cop's big dick all the way down into my throat. I want you to see him make me cum over and over. I want you to see me drive this big, muscly, hunky, macho guy absolutely crazy. And I want you to watch it all silently...as you remember that, only a few weeks ago, you assumed that we were dating." Sarah laughed sweetly as she out her arm up next to his leg. It was as his thigh...her forearm was as big as his thigh...no...bigger.

"You," repeated Sarah, pointing to his thigh," thought you were dating," and she flexed her forearm next to his leg, "me."

They drove along in silence for another minute or so. "But thats only later tonight," said Sarah presently. "There are some things we need to get to before that."

"Like...like what?" asked Jeff. He felt numb.

"Like measuring you, of course!" she said. "Measuring us both! Oh boyyyy...we're almost home! Can't waiiitttt!"