This is the tale of a witness to the events chronicled in the tale of Miss Pepperidge, parts one and two. It occurred in the world of Templeton College, so compellingly described by Charles Petersunn. This tale is told with the approval and support of author Petersunn.

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Mai Corn stumbled a little as she walked from her plain-sight hiding place to her room. She wasn't drunk. Indeed, she hadn't had anything to drink all evening. But she was excited, more excited than she could remember at any time when she hadn't been involved in sexual activity. She didn't think of herself as a voyeur but she was certainly turned on by the complex scene she had just witnessed. Her cunnie tingled with sympathetic excitement. She had to admit to herself that her hand had helped, reaching between her legs through the unbuttoned skirt of her dress. Still, she had been surprised to find that she was fingering herself, unconsciously echoing the excitement of the scene. As she walked, though, she carefully kept her hands at her sides. It was one thing to indulge in a little self-stimulation while no one was looking and another entirely to do so while walking through an open park. The grassy area, punctuated by a few stands of trees and bushes, was normally a restful place to walk. The cast bronze figures scattered through the area gave the impression that groups of people were always there, adding to the restful ambiance. But what had started out to be a quiet walk had turned into something much more stimulating.

"Good evening, Miss," the cop greeted Mai as she approached her motel room door. He stood so he didn't quite block her path but it was clear that he intended to talk with her more than just the greeting. "I'm Officer Clifton Starr of the police department. What's your name?"

Mai was shocked, or at least surprised. Most people tended not to notice her, particularly police officers. This was a skill she had cultivated. For him to notice her, he had to have something or someone in mind. It was not good that a cop noticed her, particularly now. As excited as she was, talking with a policeman was way too much like being doused with a bucket of cold water. Well, she had to admit that he was cute, but he was still a cop. It was good that she had kept her hands at her sides. Maybe she could get away from him before her excitement faded completely. Her mood and her excitement were worth trying to preserve.

"Yes?" she signed with quick motions of her hands. He didn't respond so he probably didn't know how to sign. She nodded in acknowledgement and regret. If he couldn't sign, any discussion she had with him would take a lot longer. Her odds of preserving her delicious tingle went way down just as her disappointment and frustration went way up. She fumbled with her planner and pulled out a business card. She handed it to him silently.

Officer Starr read her card with her name, "Mai Z. Corn, MA." So she had an advanced degree as well. Hopefully, he would find that her observations and intelligence would help his investigation. He pulled out his own business card to give to her. "Is your first name pronounced May?" he asked. He liked to get acquainted with witnesses before asking too many questions. And people felt much better if he pronounced their names correctly. It made the conversation go more smoothly and productively. Now that he saw her more closely and in the light in front of her room, he realized that she was quite attractive. She wore a simple brown dress, buttoned up the front, that was fitted from the waist up and hung to several inches above her knees. He looked more closely and decided that brown was the wrong description. It was more rust colored and had a metallic sheen that was quite pleasing, highlighting her shape nicely. Her legs, what he saw of them, also looked quite nice. Her shoes matched her dress and her planner fit right in.

Mai nodded, happy that he cared enough to get her name right. Too many people couldn't even get a simple three-letter name right. Maybe he wouldn't be as arrogant and inconsiderate as some cops were, at least in her experience. She had experienced too many who assumed she was stupid because she didn't speak. She tired of their minds like steel traps, snapping shut at the slightest provocation and remaining firmly closed in spite of efforts and evidence to the contrary. This cop had two things going for him, so far. He was cute and apparently considerate.

"Good," he acknowledged. He was normally quite careful about pronouncing people's names correctly and it looked like it would pay off again. It showed respect and helped people believe in him. "I can't help noticing a little joke in your name. Were your parents inclined to puns?" This was a bit of a reach. Some people enjoyed jokes based on their names while others disliked them in the extreme. But this one seemed so obvious, Mai Z. Corn, indeed. If the question worked, they would have the joke as a basis for their communication.

Mai smiled. A few people caught the joke but not too many. She opened her planner, to the sketch pad she kept there. She quickly drew a family of four and labeled three of the group, the father and two daughters. She showed him the sketch and labels.

"I guess the jokes go back farther than your parents," Officer Starr confirmed. "Your father is Jimmy C. Corn. The C must stand for some version of cracked, right?" His question had been right on target. Jimmy Cracked Corn was, indeed, an unusual name.

Mai nodded her acknowledgement, then pointed at the younger girl. This one was more subtle, probably because Mai had berated her father so much for her own name.

"Luna Gloria Corn," Officer Starr read. He paused in thought. "I'm sorry, I don't get it." This was obviously another pun or Mai wouldn't have pointed it out. But he was stumped.

Mai drew a moon, then rays outward from the moon. She showed the drawing to Officer Starr.

"Ah, yes, I get it," he acknowledged. "I apologize for being so slow tonight. Luna Gloria Corn is Moon Shine Corn." It was really unfortunate how some parents stuck their kids with names that could be used to tease them. In this case, the father seemed to have passed on a burden he had received from his own parents. The strangest things got propagated from generation to generation.

"I'll try not to detain you unnecessarily," he said. "Have you been walking around the park this evening?" The simple elegance of her appearance and the planner suggested that she might be in town on business. If so, her age, apparently about the same as his, and her advanced degree spoke again for her intelligence. She also appeared a little flushed. Was that natural coloring, embarrassment from being approached by a policeman, or something else, like seeing the flashers who had been reported? He had witnessed all of the above, with many variations of "something else."

Mai nodded. She could have spoken but words were not her forte. She thought in images and shapes. Visual and tactile media came naturally to her. Spoken language, on the other hand, required her to translate her thoughts as though to a foreign language, one concept or word at a time. That was why she learned how to sign. Signing was like sculpting in the air and she found it quite natural. Written words were as difficult for her as spoken words. Each letter and each word was like a picture. She could compose a memo to communicate but it was a complex visual undertaking for her, with rules that seemed arbitrary and couldn't be translated from visual or tactile relationships. And the results, being more like a montage than a letter, tended to confuse those who read them. Her art and sculpture, on the other hand, flowed from her fingers like a playful, babbling brook from a spring. Indeed, she made her living as an artist and was in town to arrange for a showing of her work at the arts center of Templeton College.

Officer Starr noticed her lack of verbal communication, of course. He was even more observant than most police officers. "Do you have difficulty communicating, Mai?" he prompted, carefully using her name and pronouncing it correctly. He knew he would only get the information he needed if he could establish some common means for talking.

Mai was amused and a little unhappy with his question. Even though she was used to people believing she was unintelligent because she didn't use words fluently, she often regretted the efforts she had to expend to project her abilities. "Of course I can communicate, you idiot," she signed with a flourish. She quickly regretted her derogatory address, excusing it with the frustration of losing her sexual excitement. She hoped that he wouldn't recognize the slight. She grimaced, thinking about the patience she still struggled to master.

"Ah, you sign," he acknowledged. "Unfortunately, I don't sign. Is there another way we can communicate?" He hoped she understood his question. He always found it frustrating when trying to communicate with someone who didn't understand English. They would nod and smile and not understand anything. And he would learn nothing. He hoped for more from this attractive young woman. So far, her responses had indicated a good grasp of English.

Mai smiled, recognizing his honest attempt to find a way to communicate. She opened her planner to use her sketch pad again. She quickly penciled two drawings, one a mouth with sound waves and a universal negation sign, the other of a sketch of a police badge. She showed him the page and saluted him with a little grin. She thought he was cute and enjoyed teasing him just a little. Her previous excitement might be nearly gone but she could still have some fun in the situation.

Actually, it was in Mai's nature to tease a lot. Some of the charm of her work came from the subtle jokes she put in each piece. Ever since she discovered the hidden images in Bev Doolittle's work and the signature cats in Randy Souders' paintings (except the one of a winter scene that Souders believed was too cold to contain a cat), she found ways to incorporate multiple layers of images in her paintings. And her sculptures always contained details that teased the viewer with additional meanings. This was so much of a trademark for her that many of her fans would study each new work for hours, trying to determine if they had discovered all of her embellishments.

Officer Starr smiled and returned her salute. This was good. She was apparently quite quick-witted and they should be able to communicate quite nicely. "Did you notice anything out of the ordinary tonight?" he asked. He had been called to investigate some reported flashers, in record numbers. Flashers were usually solitary individuals but the complaints indicated that there had been half a dozen just half an hour before.

Mai ducked her head to hide her embarrassment. She had indeed noticed something out of the ordinary. That was the source of her faded excitement. She hesitated, thinking about regaining her excitement and feeling some reluctance to let this cute officer in on her secret. But it wasn't really her secret, was it? He really wanted to know about the other people, not about her reaction. She turned the page in her sketch pad. She quickly drew a cluster of people, then individual people scattered around the park. After adding a few trees and bushes, she gestured around the park. Details in the small drawing were difficult to incorporate, with such a large area represented, but what could you do with such a small pad? She had seen so much that evening that it would take a mural to represent it all. Some of the tingle returned as she thought about what she had witnessed. This little pad just wasn't adequate but it was all she had at the moment. She grinned with the thought. A small pad brought back a small tingle. What would a larger pad do? Maybe she would sketch a few things when she returned to her room.

"I see the groups and individuals," he acknowledged. "But what was out of the ordinary?" He wanted to elicit any information she was willing to provide and didn't want to suggest anything that might bias her report.

Mai thought carefully. She could draw the individual people and their activities, but that wouldn't convey the big picture. Several times she lifted her pencil to start drawing, only to drop her arm again to her side in frustration. There was just too much to convey. The small pad wouldn't do, even to tell him what she saw. She realized that telling him what she witnessed would probably result in a resurgence of her excitement. That would leave her vulnerable. Hell, maybe that would make her eager enough to take the initiative. She struggled with her inner conflict. She wanted the excitement back. He was cute. But he was a cop. Still, she had nothing personal to hide and if he needed the information for his investigation, wasn't it her duty to help? Besides, maybe she could tell him about it all without getting excited again. Or maybe getting excited again would be a good thing. Her inner conflict was frustrating. She grabbed the officer's hand and pulled him to the door of her room. She unlocked the door and pulled him inside. Once there, she grabbed the larger sketch pad from the desk and started to sketch.

Office Starr was a little surprised when such an attractive young woman drew him into her room. As a police officer, he had been propositioned many times and he thought this might be the case now. But when she started drawing, he realized that she was just trying to answer his question. He looked quickly around the room, a standard motel room with a bed, fake headboard, cheap artwork over the bed, a desk with a chair, a low dresser with drawers doubling as a TV stand, an open closet and a door to the side for the tub/shower/vanity area. Although the motel was inexpensive, Mai's belongings were neatly placed in the room. The young woman obviously didn't lean toward being messy as so many transient residents did. He focused on the drawing, fascinated as the scene developed. He was no connoisseur of art but her talent was obvious.

Mai drew the same scene as before but out of proportion. The area was just too large for an accurate rendering. She drew the cluster of people to indicate that there were pairings within the group. Following the same impish impulse that led her to incorporate surprises in her professional work, she added a version of the bronze sculpture grouping on the hillock a short distance from the first group. She smiled as she also decided to include one significant detail for some of the figures. She drew most of the figures, five of the eleven in the group and all but one of the others, with protrusions in front. She avoided too much detail for the protrusions, intentionally teasing her audience of one. Would Officer Starr figure that out? She left the other bronze figures out, they would just muddy the communication.

"Is this all the people you saw tonight?" Officer Starr asked. He wondered if the protrusions were penises but that didn't match with the report of individual flashers. Did lack of a protrusion mean that the person was a woman? He would have to get more information to understand the drawing. How much would he be able to ask? He usually preferred to have witnesses use their own words. But words wouldn't work in this case. How graphic would he have to be to elicit her testimony? The thought left him uncomfortable, even as he thought how nice it might be to have an intimate encounter with her. He shook his head to clear it. This was not a time for prurient imagination.

Mai nodded and smiled. He seemed quick to recognize what she had drawn. But how would she tell him what she had seen? She felt her delicious tingle growing in her cunnie.

"Can you tell me what everyone was doing?" he asked. "And what are these things on most of the figures?"

Mai nodded, then paused to think. Making her decision, she quickly drew a clearly recognizable penis in a corner. Actually, it wasn't a limp penis, it was a boner. The tingle was definitely back. She had just taken a giant risk, or might have. She could always explain that she had to tell the truth. But that usually required words and, in the movies, those words were almost always blurted out and misunderstood. With the effort it took for her to speak, blurting an explanation was out of the question. Well, done is done.

Officer Starr looked at the drawing and was amazed. If the drawing was correct, a lot more than flashing had gone on earlier in the evening. "Is this correct?" he asked. "Do you mean each of these were men with their penises exposed?" He flushed when he realized what he had said. "I'm sorry, I hope my language didn't offend you. But is that correct?"

Mai nodded and smiled. She felt relief that his embarrassment covered for any embarrassment she might feel. This might turn out nice after all. She liked the cute way he ducked his head when he was embarrassed. Did his sensitivity extend to his touch when he made love? She allowed the thought to grow although she didn't believe it likely that she would find out. Still, the resulting increase in her tingle was nice.

She quickly added a limp penis to her drawing, pointing to the hard version then gesturing to indicate that all the protrusions represented hard penises. It was cute the way Officer Starr blushed when she did so.

Officer Starr realized that he liked her smile. If she smiled each time he guessed her meaning correctly, he'd try very hard to understand as much as he could. "Were all these men flashing, even the ones in the group?" he asked. He had never heard of flashing on that scale before. Well, actually he had seen pictures of one large group of people who had a tradition of mooning a particular train when it passed. And some skydivers reveled in the practice of group mooning. But this didn't look like a group flash. The little group might be but the scattered figures probably didn't.

Mai frowned. She didn't like it when communication started down a wrong path. It was so difficult to correct bad assumptions once that started. But how could she make it clear? She thought of several options but only one seemed practical. She would have to take a risk, but how else could she handle it? She smiled at her own double meaning.

Her decision made, Mai moved to stand close to Officer Starr. She pointed to one outlying figure in the drawing, the one without a protrusion. She took Officer Starr's hand and rubbed it across his crotch. Ignoring the shocked look on his face, she quickly unzipped his trousers and reached inside to pull out his penis. She wrapped his fingers around his shaft and moved his hand to stroke himself. Then she pointed to each of the other outlying figures and looked into his eyes. She dreaded what she might see there. Making him rub himself and then pulling his penis out were huge risks. Even as she met his gaze, she realized that his penis had felt quite nice. True, it wasn't hard, but it still felt nice, resilient and meaty. Her tingle grew. As she continued to meet his gaze and he didn't withdraw, her hopes grew as well. If she got past this hurdle, she might show him more, much more.

Office Starr was shocked! Without warning, this attractive and clearly intelligent young woman had made him massage his crotch. Then, in an incredibly matter-of-fact manner, she had pulled out his penis and had him stroke it. This was beyond all of his experience. He understood that she had just told him that the outlying figures were playing with themselves, one way or another. She had identified the flashers, or maybe she had. Even more incredibly, her hand, her soft, gentle hand had felt wonderful when it touched his penis. And she was still touching his hand, encouraging him to continue stroking himself. He felt his penis hardening with the attention and the thought of her touching him. Would she be upset if he got hard? The questions became moot as he hardened in his hand. He struggled to control his wandering feelings. His job was to find out what happened in the park. To do so, he had to let Ms Corn present the information in her own way. As good as it felt for her to stimulate him, or to have him stimulate himself, he couldn't let that override his duty. But it felt so good.
"So these were flashers?" he asked, indicating the outlying figures with his unoccupied hand. It was difficult to concentrate. It seemed that she had drawn a sex scene that was spread all over the little park by the motel. And five of the figures in the group had protrusions, hard-ons. So those five were men with their penises exposed. Were the rest men, too, with their penises not exposed? Or were the other people women? It looked like the scene was a collection of men whose exposure was incidental to men playing with themselves. But why? Was this mass insanity? All of these thoughts were difficult to formulate. When he looked down, he saw that one of her slender, delicate fingers was definitely in contact with his hard-on. It felt good to have his penis hard. It felt even better knowing that the stroking on his penis wasn't just his own hand. He had so much more to understand about the scene. But did he really want to know? It might be nicer to just have her rub on him some more. No, he had a job to do.

Mai grimaced again. She thought she had stopped the wrong assumptions but the officer didn't have it quite right, yet. She shook her head and encouraged him to stroke himself some more. Of course, she kept her finger touching his boner. It felt so amazing. She almost pushed his hand away to continue the stroking herself. But that wasn't in this part of the story. She felt moisture in her pussy as she thought about how to tell him more.

"Oh, they were playing with themselves, right?" he suggested, "Not flashing?" He felt funny jacking off in front of her but she didn't seem upset. Well, as long as she didn't mind and seemed to want him to do so, he guessed he could oblige her. The purple head of his hard shaft now stuck out well beyond his stroking hand, still encouraged by her soft, slender hand.

Mai nodded and smiled. She continued to move his hand on his shaft, continuing to feel the soft skin on his hardness. She was pleased that his hard-on looked and felt so nice. In fact, it was pretty with its bulbous head, perfectly straight shaft and mostly smooth, soft skin. She was delighted with how pretty his penis was. She had never thought of a penis as being pretty before, but this one definitely qualified. Her plan had been to pantomime to explain what she saw. But with such a nice penis, such a nice boner, it would be a shame to just pantomime. She decided that she would do more than pantomime. She was also pleased that he understood what those men were doing. She felt quite proud that she managed to communicate so effectively with him.

"But what were the other people doing?" he asked. He hated to break the moment, particularly when he enjoyed her touch on his penis along with his hand. But they were still communicating about the flashers, actually the masturbators, in the park so he had to continue. Sometimes duty was a bitch.

Mai frowned in thought. It was easy enough to convey that the men were playing with themselves. But the activities of the group were entirely different. How could she convey all of that? There were the boys' hard-ons and the actions the girls took to keep them hard. Then there was the naked woman and everything that she did and the group did to her. Could she really communicate all of that? Could she do everything the girls had done? She had never before done some of the things that the girls did. And would the officer be upset with her? He seemed so nice and he recognized that she was more than a dummy. She didn't want to throw that away. Still, he hadn't resisted when she pulled his penis out of his trousers. And he didn't resist as she encouraged him to stroke himself. Did he realize that she had a finger on his lovely shaft, stroking right along with him? This could turn into something really nice. And if he objected, she could always claim that she just wanted to answer his questions. Maybe having trouble with words was a plus! He wanted to know what went on in the park and she couldn't think of another way to tell him. And as a police officer, he needed to know the truth. Wasn't it her duty to give him the best information she possibly could? Besides, his penis did feel really nice. If she demonstrated, she could feel it even more.

Officer Starr struggled with his conflicting emotions and training. Wasn't it unprofessional to allow a subject to physically manipulate him, to the point of intentionally arousing him? His unease was countered by his need to gather the information she could provide and the pleasure he had to reluctantly admit that he felt from her efforts. He would never allow a normal subject to do such a thing. He blushed as he recognized the thought as being unfair and biased, as though being normal was somehow better than not being normal. Ms Corn might not be able or willing to speak but she was trying very hard to help his investigation.

Mai pushed Officer Starr's hand away from his hard shaft. Moving quickly before he could object, she released his belt and dropped his trousers to his ankles. She struggled to get his boxers down over his hard shaft, then knelt to take off his shoes, trousers and boxers. When he reached for his hard-on, she again pushed his hand away, grasping the shaft herself and beginning to stroke. His penis really did feel good in her hand. The soft skin felt funny and really neat as it slipped under her fingers and slid just a little over the hardness within. She pointed to the drawing, at each of the five male figures in the group.

"Do you mean that all of the men in that group were like this, naked from the waist down?" Officer Starr asked incredulously. He blurted his question, spurred by the surprise in her sudden action. He wasn't going to object, not on anyone's life. As surprising as he move was, her hand felt so good on his shaft, stroking with her soft skin. He reveled in the sensations of her gentle, stroking hand. Would she have more surprises? He sincerely hoped she would as the sensations flowed from her hand, through his penis and into ever nerve in his body.

Mai poked Officer Starr's leg and he opened his eyes. She nodded in answer to his question.

He struggled to remember what he had asked. So the men in the group were all naked from the waist down. But why did she push his hand away? "Weren't the men playing with themselves?" he asked. Damn but it was hard to think. His hard-on felt ready to burst. Was it just five minutes ago that he had asked her if she noticed anything out of the ordinary? This was so out of the ordinary that he didn't think he'd ever forget it. But even remembering it wasn't in his mind at the moment. There was just the incredible sensation of her soft, gentle stroking. And, of course, there was his struggle to remember why he was there, on official business. Did he really care about that any more?

Mai shook her head. She pointed to one of the girl figures in the drawing, then at the nearby guy figure. Mai stroked Officer Starr's boner vigorously. She had to tell him that the girls kept the boys hard. But what else had they done? There was something about squeezing. What was it? This was really fun, stroking this cop's lovely shaft. She had touched penises in the past but never so willingly and it was somehow never this much fun. Thinking about the scene and stroking him, she felt her tingle return with a vengeance. That was more like it. And it was so much nicer to have the penis right there in her hand rather than in someone else's hand, at a distance. Hooray for the personal touch!

He wasn't going to last long at this rate! What incredible sensations this lovely young woman was giving him. He struggled to stay focused. But it was so difficult when he looked down and saw her delicate hand stroking him, giving him so much pleasure. "So the women were jacking the guys off?" he suggested, reluctantly. As much pleasure as she gave him, he still felt compelled to try to keep it in line with his investigation. What he really wanted to investigate was her. Could he justify a search? That would be so much fun!

Mai shook her head. She pointed emphatically at one girl figure and stroked vigorously. Then she pointed and three of the other girl figures and leaned forward to take his hard-on into her mouth.

Mai had thought about this while she was stroking Officer Starr's hard-on. She needed to tell him about the stroking and sucking. She started thinking she would pantomime both. But when she saw his penis and how pretty it was, she just had to touch it. So she didn't pantomime the stroking, she demonstrated. That was so much fun that her cunnie was once again tingly and excited. Well, part of it was the stroking. But part of it was remembering the scene she had witnessed and another part was just how much she liked the sight and feel of his penis. So, she told herself, to communicate exactly what the girls were doing, it was necessary to suck on his penis. She had never sucked on one before. But the women in the park had done it and those three seemed really eager to do so. So it couldn't be too bad. Besides, his boner felt so good in her hand and was so pretty that she really wanted to know what it tasted like and how it felt between her lips and on her tongue. She sucked and licked, playing with her new lollipop, enjoying the rubbery bounce of the head capping the hard shaft. With her tongue, she explored around the head, underneath with the indentations there. It felt so neat, with skin so soft and such firmness holding it erect. Mai enjoyed her explorations and tried to make them as stimulating as she could for the young, cute cop. She felt his muscles and penis throb with her ministrations. Finally, she had tasted a man's hard-on. She thrilled with the knowledge.

The sensations were incredible! Officer Starr knew on one level that Mai was telling him about what she observed in the park. But her hands-on expression, or make that her mouth-on expression, was so much more intense than words ever could be. Her soft hands, her embracing lips and her probing, searching, teasing tongue all had him going. He knew he was about to cum and didn't care how that fit into her story. He felt his hips rock involuntarily. He looked down at the incredibly stimulating vision of her sweet face and lips giving him so much pleasure on his rock-hard boner. He felt his balls pull up, ready to unload their cream into her welcoming mouth.

Suddenly, Mai tasted something. Was that pre-cum? She remembered that she was supposed to be telling about the group in the park. She couldn't tell her story if the young cop came now. She couldn't practice it now, the squeeze technique had to work the first time she tried it. It just had to. It was now or never. She quickly wrapped her fingers around his hard-on, as she thought she had seen the coeds do in the park. She pulled his boner from her mouth, squeezed hard, and hoped.

What was that?! Officer Starr had never experienced anything like that! He was about to cum from the young woman's oral attentions and suddenly he couldn't. The change in sensations jarred him. The room hadn't changed. Looking down at her happy face, she hadn't changed. But he had suddenly shifted from ready to cum to an aroused but frustrated state. What was going on? Did this have something to do with her story? Was she trying to tell him something?

Mai pointed at the coeds in the drawing and resumed sucking and stroking his frustrated hard-on.

She acted like she hadn't done anything to stop his ejaculation but something had definitely happened. What was she trying to say? "Were the women trying to keep the men hard for as long as possible?" he asked. That seemed rather unusual but it was the best guess he could come up with in the moment.

Mai nodded and touched her nose, the charade player's confirmation of a good guess. This officer was really quite quick-witted. She was happy for that. It was such a nuisance when people didn't understand things. Now it was time for the most difficult part of the description.

Mai stood and stripped off her own clothing. She knew she had a good body so she wasn't shy about that part. On the other hand, she knew that her breasts weren't nearly as large as those of the naked woman in the group. But Officer Starr wouldn't know that. Mai pointed at one woman in the group and gestured to indicate that she was naked. She pointed at the other women and shook her head.

"So only one woman was naked, is that right?" Officer Starr asked. He actually wanted to ask lots of other questions. He also wanted, even more, to study the wonderfully feminine body that had just been revealed to him. Mai had a lovely figure. She was slim and had a tiny waist. Her B-cup breasts stood wonderfully on her chest. On a larger woman they might look small but they looked perfect on Mai. Her bush looked neat and didn't show any stubble from being trimmed. Was that natural or perfectly planned? Her stomach was almost flat but showed a delightfully feminine rounding. Her legs, as he had guessed, were quite lovely and well proportioned. Mai had released his hard-on to undress, but her loveliness served to keep him hard.

Mai nodded yet again. Officer Starr was more and more impressive with his understanding of what she told him. She pointed to four of the man figures in the group. She bent to be nearly nose to head with his hard-on. She delicately reached out with her tongue to just touch the head. Then she straightened, pointed to another of the four and repeated the gesture.

"Do you mean that she licked each of the four guys, taking turns?" Officer Starr asked incredulously. If that were true, it would indicate an extremely unusual scene. Actually, he already knew that it was unusual, but the level of uniqueness increased with each part of the description Mai gave him. And the way she gave it to him! He hoped she had lots more to tell him. Lots and lots more!

Mai nodded yet again and smiled.

"So what were their partners doing in the mean time, between turns?" he asked. He thought he knew but really wanted Mai to demonstrate, again.

Mai knelt in front of him and grasped his hard-on in her hands. She stroked him, making sure he was hard, then wrapped her lips around his shaft, again exploring its textures and features with her tongue. It was fun telling this story. And the nice officer asked such good questions. Her cunnie was eager to be touched, the tingle and excitement had grown even beyond what she experienced in the park. It was definitely time to tell him more.

Mai pointed to the naked woman in the drawing and to the man standing behind her. She moved behind Officer Starr and caressed his butt, reaching between his legs to fondle his family jewels. Then she moved in front of him and bent over, presenting her shapely behind. When the naked woman did this earlier, the man behind her had acted quite excited. Would Officer Starr like what he saw? Would he cooperate in telling her story?

Was there no end to the shocks and surprises he would receive? Officer Starr couldn't believe that the lovely Mai wanted him to feel her butt and fondle her. Still, her intimate touch and posture indicated exactly that. He stared in delighted amazement at the vision she presented. She wasn't as broad-hipped as some women but her narrow waist accentuated her curves. She looked so delightfully rounded and smooth, with her little puckered rosebud on display and her cunnie lips below. Looking more closely, it seemed that her lower lips were quite puffy. Was her pink coloring there a sign of arousal? Was that sheen he saw a sign of moisture, proving that she was, indeed aroused? Should he touch her or taste her? Did she really want either? Did she want even more? He thought his hard-on would slide wonderfully into her moist cunnie. Was that what she wanted? He knew he would like all of that, but was reluctant to jump into the middle, as it were. She obviously wanted him to help her tell the story. He placed his hands tentatively on her cute, smooth-skinned butt. She didn't exhibit any surprise or aversion. "Was that man fondling her?" he asked. When Mai nodded, he made his touches bolder, squeezing and caressing her cheeks before sliding his hands down her thighs and back up to her butt. Her skin felt so nice under his caressing hands. He allowed a finger to drift over her cunnie lips, shyly testing her response. "Did he touch her there, too?" he asked. Again Mai nodded, so he began stroking her lips and sliding a finger just between them. She was truly moist! His finger slid easily between her lips. As though on cue, her puffy lips opened to show him her warm, red, moist inner lips. He couldn't resist caressing there, too, with his soft, tentative touch.

Would he ever get into this? Mai wondered if he was naturally shy or just hesitant in the moment. She wiggled her hips as the naked woman had, to see if Officer Starr would take the hint and get busy. His hands and fingers felt wonderful where they touched and Mai wanted much more of that wonderful feeling. If her hands had been where his were, she would have been probing, stroking and rubbing enthusiastically.

Mai reached between her legs and guided his hand to touch and rub her clit. She also pushed a finger slightly inside. A slow touch might be a deliciously enticing approach for a romantic encounter. But she had a story to tell and Officer Starr's slow progress wasn't getting the story told. Maybe she could arrange a more romantic meeting at another time, to let him use his slow approach. Would he agree to another encounter?

"So he was really feeling her up, fondling her and probing to get her excited?" Officer Starr asked. Mai nodded vigorously so he inserted first one, then two, then three fingers into her welcoming love canal. When she leaned back against his hand, he began pumping, probing her eager orifice enthusiastically. He added a touch on her clit, rubbing at the same time. Her responses became almost wild and she moaned in time with his thrusts. He was so entranced and amazed at her responsiveness that he only slowly became aware that he was leaning his hips closer and closer, his boner homing in on that warmly welcoming sheath he now desired so avidly.

Ah, this was more like it! Mai thrilled at Officer Starr's ministrations, moaning involuntarily as an expression of her pleasure. But there was more to her story, more that she had witnessed and needed to tell him about. Could she convey those actions to him without reducing her pleasure? She realized belatedly that she was more excited because of his touch than she had been during any part of her passive excitement at seeing the vignette earlier. How nice would it be to have his lovely lollipop in her? With a little disappointment, she remembered that the story she was telling wouldn't give her that pleasure, or at least not much of it. Could she arrange something else after she finished her story?

Officer Starr's eager boner approached Mai's velvet canal. He pulled his hand away and allowed the rubbery head to touch her lower lips, then to push slightly between them. Her cunnie felt so good, looked so inviting and seemed so well lubricated for his penetration that he pushed a little more inside. Ah, how nice and enfolding it felt!

Mai felt his penetration and realized that Officer Starr was no longer using his fingers. He was pushing his hard-on inside her! She was thrilled, then shocked. She couldn't allow that, not yet! She leaned forward reluctantly to pull off of him. She strained to look back over her shoulder at him and waggled a finger. Then she pointed at the drawing, at the woman behind the man behind the naked woman. Mai reached between her legs to grasp his trusty thruster. She rubbed it up and down her slit, then rubbed it on her clit.

Disappointment flooded Officer Starr. It seemed so natural to enter Mai's welcoming pussy, to slide his stiffie into her sheath. But she didn't want that, for some reason. He thought she would welcome it. Then he remembered that she was telling a story. Maybe penetration wasn't part of the story. What had she done? She pointed to one woman and rubbed his boner between her cunnie lips. Ah! "So the one woman prevented him from entering the naked woman, right?" When Mai nodded, he continued. "But she guided his penis to keep contact with her, to tease her?" Mai nodded again. "And the naked woman continued to lick each of the other hard-ons in turn? It seems there was a lot going on. What were the other women doing during all of this?" This story was amazing. He would never be able to include all of it in his report. But he had never had as much fun, experienced as much pleasure, in taking a witness' statement as he was with Ms Corn. He would cooperate with her to the end, at least of her story and maybe, if he was lucky, beyond.
Mai stood and grinned at Officer Starr. He had the entire story correct, so far. But he asked what the other women were doing. Mai happily knelt in front of him and took his stiffie in her mouth. It felt as nice as it had before, with the addition of her juices for flavoring. She sucked and stroked, licked and bobbed, stimulating him as intensely as she could. She decided that just sucking, even though he responded very nicely to that, was not all she could do. Backing off of his tasty tool, Mai rubbed its rubbery head around her face. The soft skin and resilient bounciness felt so nice on her cheeks and forehead that she rubbed it around some more. Technically, this wasn't something that the young women in the group did but Mai liked it anyway. Then she licked the length of the shaft, again reveling in how nice it felt to pay careful, loving attention to Officer Starr's star member. She cradled his scrotum and balls gently in her hand, feeling the weight and texture of those magical orbs. This was so much fun! But this also wasn't part of what she was supposed to be telling him. Reluctantly, she abandoned her extra-curricular explorations and took his shaft into her mouth once more. Even as she reluctantly resumed her tale, she thoroughly enjoyed the telling, tasting experience and quickly regained her enthusiasm for her delightful task.

What an incredible experience! Officer Starr had experienced oral sex before, but never with such delight as that delivered by Ms Mai Corn. Where a few of his previous experiences had been delivered with reluctance, Mai delivered with eager enthusiasm. Where others had been simple sucking on his member, Mai showed a variety of touches and explorations, making it clear that she wanted to explore possibilities. Where others had hurried him to climax, seemingly only to get it over with, Mai and her squeeze technique had prolonged the experience, adding level after level of pleasure to his experience. Officer Starr's gratitude toward Mai was only equaled by the incredible pleasure he felt in her ministrations.

When she felt him about to cum, Mai again quickly applied the squeeze technique. He looked adorable with the disappointed look that crossed his face, but this was part of the story, too.

Mai decided to finish the story and intentionally left out a couple of things. She didn't have Officer Starr spank her. That didn't feel like it would be fun at all. And she left out the momentary double penetration of the naked woman, one stiffie in her cunnie and the other in her mouth. She turned to her sketch pad and drew the naked woman on her knees with the men in a circle around her and the other women paired with the men. She looked expectantly at Officer Starr.

"So one man fondled the naked woman while she licked at the others' penises," he guessed through his haze of pleasure. "Then, after a while, they formed a circle with the woman in the middle. What happened then?" It was too bad that the story had to end, but all stories do. With the wild events he had just learned about, what could cap off this story?

Mai smiled in anticipation with his question. This part would be fun and should surprise the handsome officer more than anything previous. She stood beside him and pointed to each of the other women, indicating that she would show him. She stood beside him and grasped his penis, vigorously stroking him with her slender hand, keeping her touch soft and silky for his pleasure.

Officer Starr, while he was quite surprised by the move, welcomed her renewed touch and the deep sensations of pleasure she gave him. Needless to say, he quickly got over his surprise and surrendered to the growing excitement in his eager balls of wonder and his swollen shaft. Before he could settle into the pleasure and allow the feelings to simply grow, he was again surprised when Mai dropped to her knees and once again sucked his more than willing member into her mouth. He already knew that she paid wonderful attention to his lollipop and quickly found himself throbbing with her continued attentions.

When Mai shifted position, she did so as quickly as she could. While it was loads of fun to stroke his pretty penis, or rather his pretty and large penis, it was even more fun to suck on it. It felt so neat as she bobbed her head on his head, once again exploring his bumps and hollows with her eager tongue. Following what she had seen other girls do, she lifted a hand gently under his scrotum, fondling it and teasing it with her fingertips, adding those sensations to his experience.

She was going to drive him nuts! First her hand stroking his shaft, then her mouth, now her hand under his balls, this incredible woman gave him pleasure like he had never experienced before. And all of this was just to tell him a story! How much more exciting would she be if he and she got together for a romantic romp! Then, amazingly, she lifted him even further with a teasing touch to his anus! His boner throbbed almost violently in her mouth as the added stimulation carried him closer and closer to an ultimate ejaculation. Would she stop him at the last moment, as she had done twice already. Please don't let her stop! He felt the pressure building and growing. "Please!" he pled silently.

Mai didn't let up for an instant, touching and teasing his scrotum and anus, sucking and bobbing on his pleasure pole. She felt his throbbing and paid careful attention to his arousal. She knew she could squeeze him and stop the ejaculation again, practice gives you confidence like that. But she had no intention of stopping him. Indeed, she was eager to have him spew like a fire hose. Tasting his pre-cum and feeling his increasing throbbing, she backed her mouth away from his tasty treat and resumed stroking him with her hand. With one hand still teasing his scrotum and the other pumping his pole, Mai looked up to meet his gaze and smile.

Her happy smile pushed Officer Starr over the top. Well, it was dramatically helped by the pleasure flowing from her hands into his happy hard-on and his sensitive scrotum. The pressure suddenly released and he delivered spurt after spurt of hot cum. It splatted on her chest and ran down in amazingly sexy rivulets down her breasts and over her nipples.

Mai felt so proud when her handsome officer came on her chest. She had given him the best pleasure she could, within the story she had to tell. But she was truly delighted that she excited him so much that he covered her chest and breasts with his cum. Her delight almost gave her an orgasm of her own but she didn't care in the moment. She had carried him to the brink of orgasm three times, the last resulting in a superbly impressive fountain of cum running over her chest and breasts. Before he could spurt more, she reclaimed his tasty tool and sucked to draw out the last drops of his cum. She licked and sucked, thoroughly enjoying the taste of his seed and wishing she could somehow inspire him to give her more. But recognizing that she had to use some of it to tell her story, she paid attention to know when she had pulled out everything she could. She sucked a little more, just for the pleasure of it, then carefully licked him clean and released him from her mouth. Meeting his sated gaze once again, she smiled happily.

What an incredible experience! Officer Starr felt totally drained of energy and cum, a delicious vacancy that he would eagerly experience again and again, if he could only spend more time with this talented artist and sculptress. He looked down and saw her happy smile and returned her smile to express his own happiness. After meeting her gaze for a few moments, he realized that she had told more of the story. He looked at the drawing with the woman surrounded by the couples. "So each of the other women inspired their men to cum on the naked woman?" he asked. "She must have been covered."

Mai smiled happily and licked her lips, savoring his manly flavor. She pointed to each of the five men in the group and nodded, indicating that each had helped to cover the naked woman in cum. Mai felt even more proud than before. She had given him the pleasure she intended and he had understood how it fit in with the story. He now had nearly all of the story. All that remained was to tell him about everyone's departures. She pantomimed the naked woman dressing without putting on her own clothing. True, that happened inside the motel room, but that detail wasn't pertinent for now. She pointed to the man who had fondled the naked woman and indicated the two leaving the area.

Done with the image of the naked woman covered with cum, Mai cleaned herself up. She chose to scoop the cum with her fingers and carry each blob of tasty treat to her mouth. When she had scooped as much as she could, she went to the bathroom to get a towel and wipe up the residue. Then she returned and pointed to the other women. Donning her dress, she indicated that the men also dressed and indicated that each pair left the area each going in a slightly different direction. She then returned to the first large drawing and indicated that the voyeurs each returned to their rooms.

"Can you identify the voyeurs, the masturbators?" Officer Starr asked. The fun appeared to be over and, as reluctant as he was to do so, he needed to continue his investigation. He dressed as he asked the question and awaited her reply.

Mai shook her head sadly.

"How about those in the group?" he continued. "What can you tell me about them?" He regretted his question as soon as he asked. Open-ended questions were good in most cases but he wasn't sure she could handle this one since she didn't speak.

Mai flipped to the first large drawing and added two small drawings in the corner, both of mortarboards, one with the tassel on the right, the other with the tassel on the left. She pointed to all the women except the naked woman and all of the men except the one standing behind the naked woman, connecting them with the undergraduate version. Then she waited patiently for his next question.

Officer Starr was ashamed of his short-lived demeaning attitude toward Mai. He had forgotten, in the moment, about her quick wit and ability to communicate. "So all but two in the group were college students?" he asked. Her confirmation would help him continue the thought. When she nodded, he commented, "Then they were all of age, at least. What about the other two?"

Mai indicated the graduate mortarboard and pointed to the naked woman and the man standing behind her.

"So the other two were older but just a little older, right?" he asked. Mai nodded. "Could you tell anything else about them?"

Mai shook her head sadly. If she had studied the people more closely, she could draw them. But her attention had been on their sexual activities, not on their faces. She spread her hands, palms up, and shrugged.

"How could you see and observe so much about the scene?" he asked. "Where were you while all of this was going on? And why didn't they see you? I don't see any place to hide."

Mai picked up her planner, opened the door and drew him outside. She motioned for him to stay where he was. She walked casually toward the middle of the park, aiming just to one side of the bronze grouping on the hillock.

Officer Starr watched while Mai sauntered away from him. The skirt on her dress swayed provocatively from side to side, a motion he found fascinating. He might be drained but she was still fascinating to watch. As she walked through a dark area, he watched carefully to see where she might hide. Then, as she neared the grouping, a more brightly lit area, he quickly glanced around the park. Returning his gaze to follow her progress, he was shocked. She was gone! Walking into a brighter area, she should have been more visible. But she was gone. Wryly, he thought of the scene from Crocodile Dundee where the aboriginal tracker disappeared in plain sight, he admitted to himself that he had let his attention wander at a critical time. Along with his shame at not being as observant as he should have been, he felt pride that Mai was so skilled that she could disappear in an unguarded moment.

Officer Starr walked in the direction Mai had followed. Logic told him that she had to be out there somewhere. After all, she had witnessed a lot and the hillock would be a good place to watch from. On the other hand, she could have been fooling him. While he feared that she might have left the area entirely, he chose to act on his logic and his hope to see her again. He passed the grouping and looked at the other side of the hillock, where she might have hidden. She wasn't there. He looked around the park and saw no sign of her. Where had she gone? How had she hidden so effectively, so quickly?

Mai watched with amusement as Officer Starr realized that she had disappeared. She hadn't planned it that way but he must have let his attention wander just as she stopped walking. His actions clearly showed that he didn't know where she was, even though she was in plain sight. She nearly laughed out loud when he passed just a few steps from her to peer behind the hillock. It was even funnier when he looked around the park, trying to spot her, and didn't see her where she sat, virtually under his nose.

He continued to look around the park and tried to figure out where Mai could have gone. He reviewed in his mind how she had walked and where she had gone. She had almost reached the point where he now stood when he looked away. She had to be close. He jumped at the sound of a woman clearing her throat, the sound someone would make when trying to get his attention. He looked around and didn't see anyone. Then he looked more carefully. Mai was sitting on the bench in the sculpture grouping, smiling up at him. Her dress, the color almost the same as that of the bronze figures, blended with the grouping. Sitting quietly, she was clearly invisible but still in plain sight of anyone who was sufficiently observant. Blushing with the realization that he wasn't as observant as he thought he was, he approached the grouping.

"You're amazing, Mai," he observed. "I can see how you witnessed everything tonight.

Mai smiled and ducked her head in acknowledgement. She seemed happy and content, but was inwardly a little frustrated. In her efforts to describe what she had witnessed, she had fully rekindled her sexual arousal and excitement. But she hadn't achieved an orgasm to match the one she had delivered to Officer Starr. As much as she wanted that, she decided to honor his need of the moment, that of completing his investigation.

"Is there anything else you want to add?" Officer Starr asked. He didn't really want to go, but his investigation was essentially complete and he didn't know how to continue the relationship. He had her card, so he could contact her later.

Mai shook her head with an expression of regret. She had nothing to add, for the moment. She knew, when he left, that she would remain on the bench, hidden in plain sight, to mull over the experience she had just shared with Officer Starr. It wasn't the best outcome she could imagine but she would bask in her excitement and happiness for a while before returning to her room.

"Now I don't know what I can report," Officer Starr suggested, knowing that she wouldn't say anything in response. "It seems that there were no flashers around the motel, so I can't report that there were any. I guess there's nothing else the police can do. Thank you, Mai Corn, for all your help and insight."

When Mai nodded and smiled, Officer Starr turned and walked away. He wanted to stay but didn't have a good pretext. Maybe another time, he could contact Mai and get to know her better. Maybe, just maybe, he could give her some pleasure that would, in some small way, make her as happy as she had made him.

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Mai sat on the bench, appearing as just another of the bronze figures positioned there, smiling to herself at the fun she had shared with Officer Starr. After some time, she returned to her room and picked up her planner with its pad before returning to the bench. As she sat, she idly drew his face, penis and badge, along with a stylized star badge for humor, all intertwined according to her normal style.

So it was, while Mai sat on the bench and wondered when and how she might meet Officer Starr again, that the other events of Miss Pepperidge's adventures (see Miss Pepperidge part 2) at the Soldier's Motel played themselves out in front of her. She discovered that her seat on the bench in the grouping of bronze figures was ideal both for watching the activities inside Miss Pepperidge's room and the wandering, masturbating peeping Toms around the area. As she witnessed the various activities, she thought of Officer Starr and the possibility of being interviewed for another police investigation. Being a good citizen and wanting to be as prepared as possible, she drew several pictures on her pad. With her earlier sexual excitement, the inspiration of the various new activities and her thoughts of Officer Starr, Mai maintained a high level of sexual arousal. So, after the round of activities ceased and a short time passed, she was delighted to see Officer Starr return to the area and look around.

Officer Starr arrived at the Soldiers' Motel, responding to a complaint of another set of flashers. He suspected that this complaint was as misguided as the complaint he had investigated earlier. The people complaining thought they saw flashers when they had actually seen voyeurs who were simply not careful to hide their arousal. Where he had been dubious on his first visit, he approached this investigation much more hopefully. He feared that Mai Corn might have retired for the evening yet hoped that she had again witnessed something, anything that might have occurred.

He looked around the motel, finding everything quiet and all the room lights either extinguished or hidden behind drawn curtains. With nothing left but the hope he felt, he made his way to the door of Mai's room. He stood outside thoughtfully, indecisively, hopefully. No light showed around the room's curtain, suggesting that she had, indeed retired for the evening. Should he knock, or leave?

Mai watched Officer Starr's progress from her seat on the bench. Her practiced invisibility worked, maybe too well since he didn't notice her in any of his wanderings around the motel grounds. She wanted to tell him what she had observed, particularly those parts of the events that would give her considerable pleasure as she told him about them. Her thoughts of the possibilities kept her sexual tension high. She felt her wetness as she sat, thinking about what she might do next, probably something to get his attention.

Officer Starr thought of something as he stood outside Mai's room. How could he have forgotten? True, the lights were out in Mai's room. But Mai might not have retired. He turned to look at the bronze sculptures on the hillock, squinting a little to see if she was sitting there. She was! His spirits lifted immediately, jumping from his fatalistic funk to happy anticipation in a moment.

Mai watched with amusement as Officer Starr finally looked and saw her on the bench. She waved and stood to go greet him. The happy look on his face warmed her feelings.

As Mai walked toward him, Officer Starr found himself walking toward her as well. He was unaware of the expression on his face but was quite pleased to see her happy smile. "Hi, Mai," he spoke when they were close enough. "I'm happy to see you again."

"Me, too," Mai signed. Then she nodded when she remembered that he couldn't understand her signing. To make sure he understood, and for the simple pleasure of the gesture, she gave him a quick hug. She couldn't resist adding a little wiggle, enjoying the warmth and closeness of his body.
Officer Starr welcomed the hug, taking it to mean that she was happy to see him. Had she really wriggled in his arms? He imagined how nice that would feel if they were both naked, just as he became aware of the increased sensitivity inside his pants as his penis responded to Mai and her hug. He instantly regretted that he needed to talk with her on official police business. However, talking with her on police business had worked out wonderfully before. "I've been sent to investigate another report of flashers. Have you seen anything?"

Mai laughed out loud. If he weren't investigating something for the police, would Officer Starr even be able to carry on a conversation? No, that was unfair. He had demonstrated his intelligence earlier. But she had, indeed, seen something. Not only that, she had thought of how she would tell Officer Starr about what she saw. While some things might be difficult, this time she was not going to be hesitant. This time, she fully intended to get the release she missed during their previous interview and hoped that Officer Starr was up to the level of release she intended to achieve. The thought of all the pleasure she had in mind amused her even more and she continued to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Office Starr asked, with some concern. He, of course, had no idea what Mai had in mind. Had he known, he probably would have been quite excited. As it was, not knowing, he feared that she was laughing at him. The butterflies in his stomach warred with, or were fueled by his memories about how wonderful his previous encounter with her had been and his fears that she might not be willing to share another encounter. "Have I said something to offend you? Am I really that funny?"

Mai sobered quickly. She didn't want to upset Officer Starr, that would cause unnecessary problems. She shook her head and touched his lips gently with an index finger. She led him to her door, unlocked it and led him inside. Closing the door, she picked up her large drawing pad and quickly sketched the area.

This was hopeful! Their previous encounter had started with Mai pulling Officer Starr into her room to give him information she couldn't impart outside. Officer Starr felt better about the situation and wondered how he could encourage it to become even more interesting.

This new sketch had some kinship with her earlier large drawing, with two major differences. The voyeur masturbators were still there, four of the five with their characteristic protrusions. But the student grouping was missing. Instead, the drawing indicated a man and a woman in one of the rooms and a man and a woman in the bushes outside that room.

"Are these the same guys who wandered around earlier?" Office Starr asked. While his question was professional, his thoughts were more on Mai pulling his penis out of his pants and helping him to stroke it to hardness. Could he encourage her to do that again? But even as he entertained the thought, or rather the thought entertained him, he was reluctant to overtly encourage anything. He was, after all, a police office and could be disciplined for harassment if Mai were not inclined to follow his interests. No, it was better to conduct the investigation as though they didn't have any history.

Mai nodded. Her plan called for Office Starr to ask questions and for Mai to enact the answers in the most interesting ways she could. But he had to do his part. He had to ask good questions.

"So these four were playing with themselves, masturbating out in the open?" Office Starr continued. Why wasn't she helping? "And the fifth guy was just rubbing himself through his trousers?" Would she rub him without an explicit request? This wasn't starting well.

Mai nodded again. Officer Starr understood what was going on but he wasn't asking the more interesting questions she hoped to hear. Well, she wasn't going to reward him for questions that they could handle with a simple nod. She hoped he would get on to the more interesting questions, and soon. She felt her frustration growing but held out hope that he would do his part.

"Were they all excited by something else going on, like what the couple in the room was doing?" Officer Starr was a little frustrated and disappointed. In their first encounter, by the time they talked about the voyeurs, Mai had already pulled his penis out.

Mai nodded happily. Officer Starr might be a little slow but he was getting around to some more interesting questions. She was really tempted to pull out his penis, as she had earlier, but that wasn't her plan. She held out for more pleasure to come, giving up the possibility of immediate, lesser pleasure. She pointed to the couple in the room, inviting Officer Starr to look more closely.

"Hm, it seems that the woman is naked and the man is dressed," he observed. "And she is in the same posture as the naked woman before. Is this the same woman?"

Drat! Mai thought unhappily about Officer Starr taking a turn away from the interesting questions he could ask. If only he would ask what was happening in the room, or even the bushes outside. Oh, well, she'd just answer his questions. He had to get to something interesting soon. She placed the two large drawings side by side. She pointed to the naked woman in the earlier drawing and to the woman in the room, indicating that the two were the same. She pointed to the man behind the woman in the earlier drawing and the man in the room, indicating they were the same. She pointed to the student beside the man in the earlier drawing and the woman in the bushes, indicating that the same student was in both. Then she pointed to the man in the bushes in the second drawing and shrugged with her hands held palm up. That man wasn't in the earlier scene at all.

"So this isn't quite a continuation of the earlier scene, just another scene with some of the same characters, is that right?" Officer Starr thought he understood. The two in the room were having sex and the voyeurs were masturbating because of the excitement. He wished he felt some of the excitement but Mai hadn't responded to any of his questions with anything more than information.

Officer Starr thought for a few moments. Wait a minute! All of his questions had been to confirm guesses he had about the scene. Earlier, he had asked open-ended questions. Maybe that would make a difference.

"What was the couple doing inside the room?" Officer Starr asked. He hoped for an interesting, intimate response but feared a businesslike response.

Mai beamed. Officer Starr finally asked a question with an interesting answer. She would tease him a little, answering this question the same as the previous ones. Then it would be time for more fun.

Mai pointed in the original drawing at the naked woman and the man, then at the same people in the new drawing.

"Was the man fondling the woman again?" Officer Starr asked. Damn it, that was confirming his guesses again. How could he make it more open-ended? "What was different? The man seems dressed in the second drawing. Is that part of it?"

Mai continued to smile. He was getting closer to the questions she wanted him to ask. No, that was silly. His question implied that the man fondled the woman the same as before, and that wasn't true. This question would work.

Mai held up her hand, palm toward Officer Starr. She quickly stripped. She motioned for him to help her move the desk, then bent over it when it was in place. She pressed her breasts to the desk's top and waited for Officer Starr.

This was more like it! Officer Starr was thrilled when Mai took off her clothes. She really was lovely, with all the right curves and her beautiful breasts perfectly proportioned for her body. But what was she trying to tell him? He had asked if the man was fondling the woman. Maybe they were doing something different than before.

He moved behind Mai and started to gently stroke her butt and cunnie lips. Amazingly, her lips were quite moist, as though she was already more than half aroused. Had he missed something? Was she as eager for contact as he was?

Mai smiled happily at Officer Starr's gentle touch. But that wasn't what she had to convey about the scene. The man had been much more forceful. She reached between her legs to capture Officer Starr's hand. She guided his fingers to focus on her clit, rubbing and tweaking. Oh, that felt so good! And it felt even better as he continued on his own. Mai wriggled her butt in approval.

After he practiced a little, Mai again captured his hand and helped him insert one, then two fingers into her pussy. Again, he demonstrated that he was an eager learner and was soon pumping her pussy wonderfully. Mai pressed back against his strokes, thrilling at the sensations he gave her.

It was so much fun exploring Mai's body! And she acted like she liked his touches. Officer Starr guessed that the man wouldn't use the same touches all the time. So, he thrust inside Mai's pretty pussy, then stroked and tweaked her clit, then caressed her cheeks and tickled around her anus, and changed his touches as his hands wandered over her incredible posterior landscape.

"So the man fondled her in several ways," Officer Starr guessed. Mai's bobbing head made him think she agreed with his guess. "Was he doing anything else? Was he still dressed?"

Mai reached over her hip to capture Officer Starr's other hand, the one that wasn't currently stroking her clit so nicely. She guided his hand to her breast, lifting away from the desk slightly so she could guide his fingers to her nipple. In short order, he was stroking and tweaking her nipple the same way he was attending to her clit. The combination quickly had her wetter than before. She wished he were naked already and could plow his pretty hard-on into her eager pussy. But that was later in the story. How long could she wait? Maybe she'd have to hurry the story along. How had the naked woman been able to go for so long, with all that stimulation, without going crazy?

Officer Starr couldn't believe his good fortune. In their earlier encounter, Mai had done all the work, stroking and sucking on his penis, getting him undressed when needed and acting out the women's roles. Touching her, stimulating her, playing with her was so much fun. His penis was straining in the confines of his pants, almost painfully so. Her pussy looked so inviting to his eyes and felt so good to his fingers, he really wanted to push his hard-on inside. "Was there anything else they did?" he asked.

Mai dreaded this question. She wasn't sure what she thought about spanking but that was an inescapable part of the story. She captured his hand and placed it on her rump. Then she lifted it and placed it there again. When Officer Starr didn't respond, she slapped her own butt.

Oh, my god, the man spanked the woman! Officer Starr realized the reality with some shock. Something else clicked in his mind, another incident he had investigated just before returning to the Soldier's motel. He would have to ask Mai about that, but not right now. He gave Mai a couple of light swats, spanking her without pain, more love pats than spanking.

Mai was quite happy with the strokes given by Officer Starr. She really liked his gentleness and consideration. While it was true that she also enjoyed his firmer touches when he showed he understood what Mai told him about the couple, her imagination for the future included long sessions of gentle explorations.

She was shocked when Mai realized what she was thinking. She had enjoyed her contact with Officer Starr. But those thoughts told her that she wanted much more contact. She would have to figure out something before he left, something to continue their interactions.

Officer Starr resumed his fondling attentions to Mai's body. Her skin felt so nice under his fingers and hands. And she responded with what appeared to be pure pleasure when he stroked her clit and probed her pussy. He spanked her again, harder this time, and watched to see her reaction.

Smack, smack, smack, smack.

Mai froze at the harder spanking. That stung a little! She held her hands out to the side to indicate that he should stop. When he did, she straightened and led him to the sketches.

What had he done? She didn't like that part of the spanking, that much was clear. Officer Starr was afraid that he had completely messed up, but he had only felt like he was following her lead. How could he let her know he didn't mean anything bad by his actions?

Mai pointed to the woman in the sketch. She clapped her hands together loudly and strongly, indicating the spanking. Then she smiled broadly, again pointing to the woman. She clapped her hands together more quietly. She pointed to herself and frowned. Did he understand? Mai wanted Officer Starr to know that the woman liked being spanked but Mai didn't.

"Did you like it when the woman was spanked but not when you were spanked?" Officer Starr guessed, not thinking carefully about his response? He still needed to understand what Mai wanted so that he wouldn't make any more mistakes.

"No, no!" Mai signed in frustration. Then she shook her head. Again pointing to the woman, she clapped softly and smiled. She clapped more energetically and smiled more broadly, again pointing to the drawing. She clapped as loudly as she could, putting lots of energy into the effort. She pointed to the woman, grinned broadly and jumped with glee.

"Oh, the woman likes to be spanked," Officer Starr confirmed. "But you don't, right?"

Mai nodded and captured his hands. She pressed his hands to her breasts and gently rubbed. She smiled happily. This was a nice thought to express. She continued to rub, just to enjoy the pleasure of the sensations. She clapped his hands together and frowned, to reinforce the point.

"OK, I understand," Officer Starr confirmed. "The woman liked being spanked. In addition to the man fondling her, he spanked her, a lot. And the harder he spanked, the more she liked it, right?"

Mai nodded happily.

"But you like a more gentle touch," Officer Starr continued. "The man was maybe a little more forceful than you would like, but you have to put up with those touches to tell me the story. Is that right?"

Mai was shocked! She hadn't intended to tell Officer Starr what she liked and didn't like. She was just having a lot of fun with the story and helping Officer Starr understand. And she intended to have even more fun before the story was over. But she just couldn't stand to have him spank her. That was not fun. Still, the other firm touches felt pretty damned good. Mai decided that she wanted him to continue with the firm touches, at least for this part of the story. But how would she tell him?

Grasping his hand, Mai stroked gently and smiled. She acted like she was squeezing with all her strength and frowned. Now how could she convey the part she would like sometimes and not like other times? Ah, that was it. She would explain it differently. Mai stepped into his arms and gave him a hug. She placed his hands on her butt cheeks and moved them for a gentle caress, looking up into his eyes and smiling. She kept the same smile and moved one of his hands between her legs, to softly stroke her clit. Oh, that felt good, but she shouldn't get distracted, not yet. She pushed one of his fingers into her pussy and encouraged him to stroke vigorously. When he cooperated, she hugged him more tightly and allowed the pleasure of his touch to shine through her eyes and smiling open mouth. Then she pulled away from the hug, reluctantly removing his hand from between her legs. That had felt so good!

His erection felt like it would rip through the fabric of his trousers! Officer Starr was incredibly aroused that Mai had helped him caress her breasts and her butt, and to finger-fuck her. And, it seemed that she was telling him that she liked all of that. "So the naked woman liked a very firm touch and loved being spanked," he guessed. "You, on the other hand, don't like being spanked at all. You like a gentle touch any time but sometimes like a firm touch, particularly when . . . I don't know how to say it. You like it firm when you're aroused, right?"

Mai laughed. She definitely liked it firm when she was aroused. He hadn't meant his penis but she heard both meanings. There was a reason why she liked double meaning in her work and the same reason applied to double entendres when thinking about other things, like sex. She nodded happily.

"That's good," he affirmed. "I'm sorry to have spanked you when you didn't like it. But I have to ask, two questions. First, what were the two people outside doing during all of this? And second, did the man stay dressed all evening?" He knew the answer he wanted for the second question. And, the way this evening had gone, he doubted that the couple outside was completely passive.

Mai pointed at the sketch, indicating the two people outside the room. She picked up her dress, indicating that the woman was dressed. She unzipped Officer Starr's trousers and pulled out his penis, that hard shaft that had been so eagerly pressing for escape. She stood next to him, stroking his hard-on and acting like she was watching something else. Then she squeezed, not quite suppressing his erection but indicating that the woman had preempted the man's orgasm. She stroked and squeezed a couple of times, indicating that the woman had repeatedly prevented the man from cumming.

What a delicious, delightful touch she had! Officer Starr thrilled at the touch of Mai's slender, gentle hand on his erection. As much as he had hoped to press his pony into Mai's stall, he had also feared that she wouldn't stroke him. It felt so good when she held him in her soft-skinned hand. This evening was turning out wonderfully. And to think he had been afraid that nothing at all would happen with this second interview.

When Mai saw that he understood, she drew him again close to the desk. She gestured, telling him to get naked. Finally, she would get a complete look at his naked body. She loved the look of his hard-on but really wanted to see the rest of him. She watched with amusement as he struggled to get his boxers down, his boner was in the way just as it had been earlier when she had removed them. Other than that, he was undressed very quickly. She smiled, thinking that he might have been as eager to get naked as she was to see his naked body. And it was a nice body. He obviously worked out, having a well-developed set of muscles, from his upper body, strong arms, strong legs, ripples on his belly showing his six-pack muscles, and his proud penis standing at attention. She motioned for him to turn around and smiled in delight at the sight of his tight glutes.

Once he was naked and Mai had enjoyed the vision, Mai resumed her posture over the desk. She was ready to complete the scene and hoped that Officer Starr would figure the rest out. She wanted that release, to fulfill that sexual tension and energy that had been building all evening. And if Officer Starr could deliver that without further coaching, the result would be wonderful.

Officer Starr quickly moved behind Mai and resumed his attentions. He started with the gentle touches he was sure she enjoyed, then became more forceful as appropriate to the story she conveyed. He caressed her wonderfully rounded butt cheeks, rubbed her super-moist cunnie lips, softly stroked her clit and tickled her pretty little rosebud. He reached around to caress a breast and capture its nipple between two fingers, rolling it for her pleasure. He captured her clit with the other hand, rolling it the same way. Then he pushed one, then two fingers into her tight little pussy, stroking. Encouraged by the wriggling of her butt and the way she pressed back against his hand, he sought to stimulate her even more. His fingers in her pussy encountered even more moisture.
His hard-on almost painful in its erection, Officer Starr leaned back to look at Mai's pussy. Her outer lips were spread, making an extremely inviting target for his love arrow. With no further hesitation, he pressed the bulbous head of his probe into the waiting embrace of her fleshy lips. Rocking his hips, he penetrated a little, then more, then more still, gathering lubrication with each little push.

Oh, yes, he was going for it! Mai was thrilled as she felt Officer Starr's shaft make its increasing incursions into her love channel. With each tiny stroke, she wished for more. If only she could suck it into her pussy the way she had sucked it into her mouth. She wanted that pretty pole deep in her body, to deposit its hot load in the core of her being. She gauged his rhythm and began to lean back into each stroke, a little at first, then more and more. Oh, how she wanted that inside, all of it!

Feeling Mai's rocking movement, Officer Starr thought about teasing her by withholding his thrust. Then his desire took over and he thrust forward, experiencing the incredible soft clinging on his shaft, going inside so deeply that he felt the pressure on the head when he touched her depths. On the next stroke he felt her depths even more. What an incredible experience, his proud prong was perfectly sized for her clinging cunnie.

All thoughts of the story pushed from her mind by the stimulation of Officer Starr's pleasure pole, Mai pushed in rhythm with his thrusts. All the pent-up frustration, all the desire, all the excitement of the evening, everything focused to create, sustain and grow pure pleasure in her eager body. How could she express her pleasure? If she were a verbal person, she could use words to tell him to continue, to express her pleasure, to let him know how much she liked the feeling of his thrusting tool and the bounce of his pelvis against her behind. But she wasn't verbal at all. Such a thought never occurred to her. She moaned her pleasure, it's true. But her moans weren't to communicate, just her body's response to the pleasure she felt. To express herself, she matched his thrusts and squeezed with her vaginal muscles, partly to enhance the stimulus as he stroked in and out and partly to hold his wonderful wand inside as much as possible.

How could she do such things to his iron man? Officer Starr thrilled at the experience Mai gave him. Her moaning turned him on some but the gyrations of her hips were even more exciting. And it seemed that the clinging walls of her love canal were doing their part to stimulate him, reminding him yet again of the thrills he got from every touch she bestowed on his pleasure pole. Following her lead, he moved his hips to touch her differently with each stroke, trying to return the pleasure she gave him with her clinging, massaging love sheath. He felt the pressure of ecstasy building in his groin, his coming climax ever more imminent.

Thrilled at his strokes, the feelings that he touched her everywhere inside, Mai moaned as the beginning of her orgasm seized her. Her clenching pussy grasped Officer Starr's wonderful penis and she thrust back against him, seeking to take him into her as deeply as possible and hold him there. She crashed over the top then flew even higher as she felt his hot, hot spunk erupting into her depths.

Officer Starr felt Mai's final squeeze and heard her moan, his delight at her pleasure flinging him into his own orgasm. The building pressure blasted through his hose to flood the deepest extents of her body with his seed. He could do nothing but press against her, holding himself inside as deeply, as strongly as possible as the waves of his climax pulsed to deliver more of his desire into her canal.

As the engulfing emotions of her orgasm faded, Mai wished that she could clasp her lover to her breast. But her posture over the desk rendered that impossible. She remembered how the naked woman had pulled the mixed fluids from her pussy, tasting some and smearing the rest over her ample breasts. That might have to wait awhile, there was still more of the story to tell.

Officer Starr stood to the side, wondering what to do next. He really wanted to hold Mai in his arms, to share the glow and warm feelings he felt. But that might not fit with the story. "After they finished, what happened next?" he asked. He didn't really want to ask but was obliged to do so by his job. He thought with some regretful amusement about the situation, a cop standing naked and asking a naked witness for more facts after they had just experienced incredible orgasms. Just the facts, ma'am indeed! It seemed so ludicrous.

Mai straightened, keeping a hand on her pussy to retain the fluids there. With her other hand, she used the sketch to tell the story. She pointed to the man, pointed to the officer's clothing and gestured to indicate the man leaving the room. Then she pointed to the couple outside and gestured to indicate their entry to the room. She lay back on the bed, lifting her fingers to her mouth to taste their mingled fluids. They were surprisingly delicious! She could take more tastes of that, particularly with Officer Starr's help. But the story went differently. She scooped more fluids from her filled pussy and lifted them to spread over her chest, particularly rubbing them into her breasts

Officer Starr, watching the totally erotic sight of this beautifully sexy woman with mixed cum spread on her breasts, thought again of the reported activity in the mall. He would have to ask if she thought there might be some connection. But that thought quickly faded, eclipsed by his fascination at watching Mai on the bed, smeared with his and her cum. Then he realized that she had more story to tell. The other two people had entered the room.

"The first man's departure seems rather abrupt," he observed. "I know I'd rather spend more time with you but he left as soon as he and the woman had an orgasm. Does that sound right to you?"

Mai nodded but thought about all the different interpretations that could be placed on his question. One was that she'd prefer to spend more time with him rather than have him leave abruptly. Another was that the man had, in fact, left rather abruptly. Yet another was that it didn't sound, to Mai, like the right thing to do but it sounded right for the way the man and woman interacted. He seemed ashamed at practically every turn but she seemed to relish the exposure and public nature of her escapades.

Mai drew another sketch on her large pad, showing the two women and the man. As she drew, she decided to shorten the story a little and drew them all naked. Then, after another moment's thought, she added bra and panties to the student's figure.

"It looks like the two women are going to have their way with the man," Officer Starr guessed. "Since the one woman was already naked, she stayed naked, and covered with cum." Officer Starr couldn't resist the final comment. It was a little racy for the words he had spoken with Mai but it was definitely in line with her smearing the cum over her body.

Mai laughed and nodded. He was so funny, particularly when he let his guard down. Maybe he would let his guard down a lot in the future.

"But the student was dressed, at least at the beginning," he continued. "Did she strip in stages?" This was a pure guess, based as much on logic as on his aversion to have Mai mess up her nice dress by putting it on her cum-smeared body and taking it off again.

Nodding again, Mai had Officer Starr stand facing a mirror. She was very aware that his proud pole was a little limp at the moment but she hoped to revive it. Still, it had delivered impressively twice during the evening. Could it get up for a third time?

She knelt on a cushion in front of Officer Starr and sucked his whole softie into her mouth. It was a good thing the woman had used an intensive touch for her first round with the second man's penis. That allowed Mai to stay with the story and get him aroused again. She playfully backed off and gently rubbed her nose against his rubbery head. Then she sucked him into her mouth again, giving the whole thing the most intense stimulation she could provide. Had it responded? It seemed a little fuller, a little more firm. Again, she withdrew and gave it an Eskimo kiss. Repeating the process, she confirmed her guess that the pretty tool was responding. She felt her moisture gather again in anticipation. Yes, he would be able to deliver again.

Just when Officer Starr's penis achieved full hardness, Mai gave it a pretend squeeze, indicating that the man had almost cum. Then she pantomimed the woman and student trading places. In the role of the student, she teasingly tasted and licked just the tip, slowly taking more and more of the shaft, hard again, into her mouth.

The slow engulfing of his shaft was unlike anything Officer Starr had experienced before. He felt frustration as he wished for her to suck him into her mouth as quickly as possible, coupled with the growing sensation as she attended to more and more of his sensitivity. How could such a simple progression provide such intense responses? He vowed, to himself, that he would try to find some equivalent that he would be able to use to return the favor. She was so wonderful! He longed to give her the same kinds of feelings of wonder. His legs quivered as he felt his approaching ejaculation.

Mai applied the squeeze technique, stopping Officer Starr's climax. Noting the look of frustration and arousal on his face, she pantomimed the switch from the student to the naked woman. Before she sucked his proud prong into her mouth, she pantomimed that the student would strip to her underwear. After a short time, she applied the fake squeeze, suggesting that the man had gotten excited by the half-strip-tease.

This was beyond anything Officer Starr had ever, ever experienced before! Mai's attentions to his penis were so intense that he wondered if he'd be totally and permanently drained by the time she was done. Still, he was certain that he would respond if Mai stimulated him. She might drain him but he would always come back for more. But the story about the two women taking turns on the one man's penis, just stopping his orgasm as he reached the brink, was even wilder. There's no way he could put all of that into a report.

Mai stopped sucking on Officer Starr's hard-on, thinking about how to relate the next part of the story. She decided to just do the best she could. She stood behind him and lightly spanked his cute, tight butt. She quickly moved in front of him and sucked his boner into her mouth. Again, she lightly slapped his butt and at the same time took his shaft deeper into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. She repeated the gestures and penetration, then applied the squeeze.

Officer Starr groaned with the pleasure. "So while the student sucked, the woman spanked the man, forcing his penis deeper into the student's mouth?" he prompted.

Mai nodded and smiled, as much as she could smile while keeping his shaft in her mouth. She really didn't want to lose touch with that tasty thing. Then she pantomimed the women trading places. How had that gone? Oh, yes, the woman sucked while the student spanked first the man, then the woman. Mai sucked, realizing yet again just how much she enjoyed the soft-skinned hardness of his pretty pole. She reached to spank him and took that wonderful tool into her mouth to the back of her throat, then repeated the process. Next, Mai reached behind herself to spank her own butt. She hoped Officer Starr would realize that the student actually delivered that spanking. This time, Mai pulled Officer Starr's hips so she could engulf his shaft as deeply as possible.

Mai thought she would gag as his tool pushed hard on the back of her throat. She was surprised when it actually slid down her throat and she found her nose pushed against his taut muscles. She quickly backed off and was happy that she hadn't gagged at all. She had heard a little about deep throat and thought that it would take lots of practice. But apparently, she could take it in without gagging. She spanked herself again and engulfed his entire penis, holding it in her throat and bobbing a little before withdrawing. That was so neat! After she did it again, she realized that he was about to cum so she applied the squeeze.

What was that! Was that deep throat? It must have been. He watched as she engulfed his entire erection again, then again. Was there any magic that Mai couldn't perform? The visual and tactile excitement drove Officer Starr to the edge. Damn it, she did that damned squeeze thing again. His balls were beginning to ache with the pressure. Still, he wouldn't give up a second of it, the variety of experiences and feelings was so intense and so filled with pleasure.

Mai pantomimed the student taking control of the man's penis again. She rubbed the head over her stomach, then over her breasts and nipples as she sank to her knees in front of him. Claiming his hard-on with her mouth again, she sucked and bobbed. Swatting his butt, she took him to the back of her throat. In short order, she had to squeeze him again. She felt sorry for him, just a little, but she thought he was probably having a really good time.

Oh, my god, how many times can this happen? Officer Starr thought he couldn't be controlled again but somehow she managed it. His knees were locked and he wondered if he would be able to walk when this was over with. Still, he would not tell Mai to stop. He mused that this would be a heck of a way to die, immersed in such a crushing sea of imminent orgasms that he would pursue it without caring if it did kill him.

Mai stood and gently, carefully led Officer Starr to the bed. He did seem to have some difficulty walking. She sat on the bed, then drew him along as she slid to the center. She spread her legs in invitation, eager to experience his hardness again. She was so wet that she felt it running down from her pussy to the bed.

Finally! Officer Starr had been thrilled with his previous orgasms and wondered if he would ever be able to see Mai's face when she came. This would be the time! He didn't hesitate a moment. His legs might have been a little wobbly moments before but now, on the bed, climbing between Mai's lovely legs, he felt no weakness, only strength. He knew she was enacting a story, still "testifying as a witness," but he didn't feel anything like a cop as he carefully positioned himself. From her eager smile and sparkling eyes, he didn't think she felt much like a witness, either. At lease he hoped that she didn't. He gently positioned his hard penis at the lips of her pussy, feeling the welcoming moisture there. He bounced, just a little, to ensure that she felt his imminent entry.

Mai smiled as she felt his soft touch at the entry to her pussy. This wasn't quite how the story went that she was telling, but she wasn't going to complain. Officer Starr had performed so wonderfully just minutes before and was ready to perform yet again. This time, even though she still followed what she had witnessed, she intended to see his face, look into his eyes and experience the passion for herself. He looked so happy, holding himself above her, ready to enter. Why hadn't he pushed inside yet? As she watched his face, he cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, again bouncing his tool at her entry. Mai thought she couldn't smile more broadly but his invitation made her so happy that she felt her smile do just that. She looked into his eyes and nodded, lifting her hips to make sure he got the message.

She wants it! Officer Starr got butterflies in his stomach with his pleasure at seeing Mai nod. He slid his shaft gently, just a little inside, then withdrew and repeated the motion, penetrating just a little more. He intended to tease a little but felt like she was somehow gripping his love muscle each time he moved to withdraw. He continued his slow, teasing penetration, thrilling at the feeling as her pussy held him with each stroke.

This was such fun! Mai contracted her vaginal muscles, clutching his penetrating organ with each stroke. His intrusion felt so good and was so welcome that she decided to see if she couldn't exercise those muscles, a lot. She felt extra stimulation each time she squeezed his shaft. Could he feel the same? If she could learn to do it more, maybe they could both get even more pleasure out of it. What a wonderful thought! She thrilled as he continued to tease and she continued to massage his member. But he was taking so much time to fully penetrate. Would he ever get completely inside, inside where she wanted him? Mai shifted her hips and pulled with her arms, sliding toward him to make him enter more deeply.

Officer Starr felt Mai's movement and the resultant deeper penetration. Inspired by her eagerness, he thrust inside, sinking his sword to the hilt in her welcoming scabbard. Ahh, it felt so good to be inside her. He abandoned his teasing strokes and thrust, full stroke after full stroke with an ever-increasing tempo.

Officer Starr and Mai joined in their horizontal dance, both finding their rhythm perfect as they increased their tempo, finding as much depth in each others' eyes as they did in the perfect fit between his love shaft and her love tunnel. They found, in their dance, that each move was matched by a corresponding move that increased their pleasure until it seemed that more pleasure was impossible. Then their next moves together stimulated them to even more pleasure. At nearly impossible levels of mutual pleasure, they leapt into a mutual orgasm that froze time as he spewed his cum deep into her core and her pleasure-filled vaginal spasms massaged his magic wand in perfect time to his throbbing ejaculation.

Totally spent, Officer Starr slid next to Mai, idly caressing a breast and resting his head on her arm. When she nudged his head with her arm, he lifted his head. She moved her arm and pushed him to his back. He cooperated, having neither the energy nor the motivation to object. Mai snuggled next to him, with her head on his shoulder and her arm across his chest. When she slid a leg across his hips, he welcomed the soft warmth and sensual texture. They remained together in each others' arms for a time, each thinking private but warm thoughts and luxuriating in the memory of their encounters.

Mai stirred, lifting her head to look into Officer Starr's eyes. How could she invite him to see her again? This was a time when words would help. But she didn't use words well. She sat up in bed, thoughtfully considering her options.

Officer Starr watched, entranced by her beauty and movements, as Mai sat up in bed. He had so much he wanted to say to her, so much that he wanted to ask. One part was business, his business as a cop. The rest were personal.

Neither Mai nor Officer Starr considered, for more than a second, trying to learn just how closely their sexual congress matched what Mai had witnessed. While it was true that, as a cop, he should know, neither of them wished to reduce their mutual passion by relating it to the witnessed events. Some things, even a cop's duty, could be left alone for at least a time.

"Mai, there's something I need to learn," he began, hesitantly. He was encouraged by the hopeful look on her face. "Will you teach me to sign?" That was a lame comment, any schoolboy could do better than that. But at least it was a start. Would she be willing?

Mai smiled and signed, "Yes." When he failed to show any comprehension, she nodded and signed, "Yes. Yes. Yes."

"Oh, that's my first lesson, right?" he asked. He signed, "Yes."

Mai nodded. That would do for a start. It would take some time and lots of contact for him to learn to sign. He was brilliant!

"How do I get in touch with you to make arrangements?" he asked. "I can't exactly call on the phone."
Mai padded across the room to her planner. She pulled out two things, a flyer and a business card. She had shown him the card earlier but he didn't notice anything but her name. She gave him the card, pointing at the e-mail address. How silly of him to forget that she could communicate. Her computer could read his e-mails to her and she could respond with her drawings.

He hung his head in mock shame. "I'm sorry, I guess I just imagined problems where there weren't any," he commented. "I'll send you an e-mail and we'll make arrangements. And I'll give you my e-mail address as well." He padded across to his uniform and pulled out his pad. He scribbled his e-mail address and gave her the sheet. He was so relieved, and so happy. The future looked very promising.

Mai handed him the flyer she had pulled. It was tentatively for her art showing at the college. If her other plans went well, she would be in town for that showing. And, her home wasn't really that far away. If they wanted, they could arrange many opportunities to get together.

"Earlier tonight, I had a call to investigate something at the mall," Officer Starr commented. "Apparently there was a woman and several men at the mall. The reports aren't all consistent but apparently several men were spanking one woman. One so-called witness thinks the men were fondling the woman and another thinks the woman jacked off at least one of the men. I heard a report that she had her big breasts exposed and another that she didn't have anything on under her skirt. Finally, the mall cops reported that she left a trail of cum blobs on the floor of the mall when she left. Do you think this could be the same woman you told me about?" He knew that Mai wouldn't be able to confirm any of this but so many parts of the story tied together. He was curious if she agreed.

Mai picked up her sketch pad and drew a quick rendering of the mall. Lining up the large sketches in event time sequence, she nodded. She pointed to each sketch and clapped her hands to indicate spanking. She pointed to the first and third sketches in the sequence and pantomimed cum all over the woman's body. Then she pointed at the mall sketch and nodded, confirming that connection as likely. She pointed at all four sketches and pantomimed large breasts. She pointed to the group in the park in the first sketch and the open window and door in the last two sketches, indicating exhibitionism, then pointed to the mall sketch and nodded again. She pointed to the man most closely associated with the naked woman in the first and third sketches. It was very likely that the woman was in each of the four vignettes and the indicated man was in three of the four vignettes.

"That's what I thought, too," Officer Starr agreed. "I didn't know about the spanking in the first setting but guessed that it was probably there." He didn't add that Mai might have left it out because she didn't like being spanked. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me about tonight?" He was back in the role of cop, even though he was still naked. Somehow, he didn't feel naked with Mai, just comfortable and happy.

Mai nodded. She picked up her planner and showed him the drawings she had made while on the bench. For each of the voyeurs she had drawn a face, a penis and a room number plaque. The one who had rubbed himself through his trousers didn't have a penis on his drawing. Not only did the faces look well enough drawn that they could probably be recognized on the street, the penises were also unique and could probably be recognized if they were exposed and hard. She had a drawing of the naked woman, head and torso, clearly depicting her large breasts. A room number plaque confirmed the center of action. She had drawings of the two men who had fucked the naked woman, with their penises as well. She had a drawing of the student, again a head and torso depicting her smallish breasts. Finally, she showed the drawing of Officer Starr with his penis, real badge and cartoonish star badge. She sat and watched the play of expressions on Officer Starr's face.

"You were really listening when I asked, earlier, about identifying anyone, weren't you?" he commented. When Mai nodded, he continued, "I don't think I'll make these drawings part of my report, particularly not the one of me. At most, I can talk with the voyeur masturbators and encourage them to be a little more circumspect. Actually, I don't think I'll do that either. I think you should keep all the sketches, or better yet, destroy them. But one drawing isn't here, one that I'd like to keep."

Mai glanced at the sketches, then at Officer Starr, confusion reflected on her face. What could he have in mind?

"Could you make me a drawing of yourself, with any features you think I'd like to see?" he requested. "I think that would be wonderful."

Mai nodded. She pointed to the flyer for her show, then to the date on the flyer.

"OK, I can wait," Officer Starr confirmed. "I'll look forward to getting my drawing when I attend your showing."

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At her showing, Mai gave Clifton two drawings, one he could display on his desk, the other much more interesting and made for display in the privacy of his bedroom. Subsequently, the pair accumulated a veritable graphic Kama Sutra of Mai's drawings commemorating their sexual explorations. There is no record indicating that any of the drawings was ever made public although there is a rumor that a would-be burglar found the collection, became fascinated and distracted and was then caught in the bedroom, literally with his pants down and suffering from exhaustion.

Mai and Clifton did, indeed, get together and learn to communicate even more effectively, both personally and publicly. Clifton learned to sign quite well and became even more valuable to the police department because of his ability to sign and his respect for those who communicate differently from others.

Even though Mai's drawings gave Clifton more than enough information to identify Miss Pepperidge, he never tried to do so. Likewise, none of the drawings showed any connection between the activities of the evening and Templeton College. Since Clifton's report on the evening simply indicated no evidence of flashers, the police found no reason to follow up in any way. On their side, Miss Pepperidge, Mr. Stratton, Tracy Flick and Jeremy Johnson never knew what a pivotal role they played in the lives of Mai and Clifton. Only the young couple knew how the excitement that pervaded their lives started with that evening.