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By Jackie Juggs (jackjugglr@aol.com)

Jenny knew the little dress she had worn to work that day was too short, but it wasn't until she climbed the steps to get on the bus that the cool morning air on her bare buttocks told her that she had forgotten to wear any panties, and here she was getting on the bus with only a few inches of spring knit dress covering her pubic mound.
Gosh, she reflected. I thought I had put some on.
Jenny hung onto the overhead bar to keep her balance.This caused her short dress to rise higher than she knew was proper. She could feel it up around her hips.Oooooh, she thought, if it rises any higher they'll be able to see my ... or they would if I had on any." Standing as she was with her legs spread slightly, the pretty young woman could feel the air inside the bus brushing against the exposed tissues of her sparsely haired underside. "It's tickling me between my lips," she thought. "Its making my clitoris hard. This is awful."
A black policeman was standing to her left. Jenny had barely noticed him. Then suddenly the bus lurched and they were thrown together. Excuse me," said the policeman very politely.Jenny's soft breasts had mashed flat against his uniformed chest as her smooth cheeks brushed against his brown face. She could smell his after shave.English Leather. "Its... uhhh... okay," Jenny gasped. The cop's nightstick handle pushed forward from his utility belt and slipped under Jenny's dress."Let me give you a hand," he said in a friendly manner. A hand? Feels more like a blackjack, thought Jenny.
"I...uh, ok," she said, "I seem to be having trouble with my balance. The bus is just so crowded."
"Here," said the good samaritan, putting an arm around her waist, bracing her body against his."I'll keep these barbarians from pushing you to the floor." Inadvertently, however, the policeman's helpful intentions pulled Jenny more firmly against the mahogany protrusion jutting up from his utility belt. Golly, thought the helpless young white woman, I should have worn some panties. If I had known something like this was going to... The hard black handle pressed against the silky blond juncture of her bare white thighs. The black policeman held her more tightly at the waist, but as the bus lurched around a corner, he had to lower his grip to keep her from falling. With both hands he cupped the rounded softness of Jennys' barely covered buttocks. She could feel his strong fingers pulling her slightly apart, further exposing the puffy inner surfaces of her unpantied underside. "That was a close one," he said. "Lucky for you I'm here. You would be on the floor." To help him in his efforts, Jenny gripped the overhead bar more firmly and swung herself into a better angle for the blackjack handle. She knew she was lubricating heavily. She just hoped it wouldn't start running down her legs. The handle of the cop's baton wobbled around under her dress, then caught against the upper split of her pubic mound.Its almost between my lips, she thought. Not quite ... uh .. a little tippy toe to raise herself another inch and ... a slight twist of her hips ... maybe if I ... uuuuh ... God, she had it. She could feel the blunt tip touching her, catching just enough to steady itself, then spreading her slippery outer lips.
"Unnnggghhhhh," she gasped as the first inch or so went in.
"Are you all right?" asked the cop. "Holding you too tight?"
"Ummmmf, no," she said, almost out of breath, "but if you could just lower me a little it would ... uhhhhh ... ummmfff ..." She gasped as the policeman did as she asked. He could feel Jenny's soft ass trembling through the thin material of her short dress. It was all she could do to suppress an unladylike wiggle as the pressure of her weight forced the black cop's polished nightstick further up into her slushy slit.
No one around them seemed to notice that she was doing anything other than holding on to the cop to keep from falling. Maybe he was copping a feel or two but... Well, she did have her legs spread a litle more than seemed absolutely necessary, but...
"It's so deep," she whispered into the policeman's ear, her trembling cheek resting against his."Unable to hold out any longer, she twisted her pudgy pelvis this way and that to get as much of the fucking thing up into her as she could. " I've never felt anything so far up me," she said.
"I beg your pardon?" said Officer Friendly, "are you sure I'm not hurting you?"
"Ohhh, noooo," she whimpered, surreptiously trying to work her internal muscles on the stiff handle. Her dress had fallen to its proper position. No one would notice. I must be spread out like a silver dollar, she thought. I've never had anything so ... oooooh ... it must be up to my liver. How long is the fucking thing anyway? I thought I could take just the handle, but ... damn, had the black cop caught on to her? Was he actually feeding the whole goddamn thing into her greedy hole and wondering, as Jenny was, how much of it she could take? Under her dress the squirming young woman's clitoris jutted out like an inquisitive little finger, rubbing against the polished pole as it slipped back and forth between her swollen lips. "Unnnnnggggghhh," she grunted, trying to muffle her voice against the black policeman's neck. Then suddenly felt the policeman's fist against her stretched lips. She looked up into his face in panic. He knew. His smile told her. She had allowed the black bastard to stuff her to the gills with polished nightstick.
"Thought maybe you might could use a hand after all," he said. "No sense getting my baton all stinky for nothing."
Jenny closed her pretty eyes and clung to the policeman's neck with both arms and, with as much decorum as she could muster, fucked herself on the pleasure-giving stick. The good policeman pressed it flush against her flat crotch.
"God," she moaned as realization hit her."Unnnngggghhhhh, I'm coming. I'm coming hard ... ummmmfffff ... standing here on a bus with people all round me, a fucking blackjack up my ... god, I've never been so wet ... I hope nobody can see it running down my ... unnnnggggghhhhh," she grunted again as a second spasm washed over her on the heels of the first. "Ohhhh, ummmmmmfffff, unnnnggggghhhh."
She shuddered and shook spasmodically, her legs wide, her pelvis tilted to accept as much as she could of the ebony baton. She wanted to hold the black officer, to brace herself against him so he could stuff her like a maniac. She didn't want to look like some kind of animal, but as she came down from her second orgasm, the policeman kept the cudgeljammed up her and a third one hit. The goddamn blackjack would not go soft. She could have as much as she wanted, as many as she wanted. No man had ever lasted so long.
Sweaty patches were showing on her thin dress by the time the cop eased the black pole out of her and back to its proper place on his utility belt. Jenny had lost track of where her hemline was. She searched frantically for it to pull her dress down. She looked at her African American benefactor in desperation, her mouth open in a silent question.
"It's my stop," said. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his blackjack. "Can't go to work with this all sticky. Might need to beat some heads. The smell would wake the bastard up. If you want some more I'm at the Second Precinct. Ask for Corporal Tucker."Jenny couldn't say anthing as he disappeared toward the door. The distressed young woman could feel clear secretion running down her legs. Her lips hung loose and open under her dress. She knew she was standing with her legs too far apart.
"It was so black," she thought, "and it was so far up me. And here I am, all wet and loose. But it really wasn't my fault. I just forgot to wear some panties and the policeman was just trying to help and somehow his nightstick got under my dress and I felt it against my legs and it spread me open and...ooooh, it was so stiff and long, and I wonder how it looked sticking out of me. I wonder how many times I came.Next time I'd better wear some panties. What did he say his name was? Second Precinct?"