The sexually repressed Angelica was alone in bed that mid-week morning.

The maid Maria had left her arms with a soul-searching kiss and a promise to use her tongue later that night in a way that she had never experienced before. The excitement of that possibility caused her ride the soft pillow the maid had decorated with her lipstick and her drool from her panting mouth. She had ridden a pillow at home and allowed her sister to prod and poke her tight teenaged bottom from above like a lover driving her into a frenzy of heated action. Now, she was on her own but the friction from the packed feathers and the scent of Maria’s pussy rubbing into her face from the towel they had used to wipe her clean before she left made her squirt like street whore into the nice clean linen.

Her favorite uncle, Don Luigi, was fooling around with her injured twin sister Lucrecia with her silly leg all pumped up and sticking up in the air like a wounded duck. It truly disgusted her to think of them doing the nasty act in that sort of ridiculous situation. Her imagination rejected the thought of the pair of them contorting their bodies to adapt to the crazy need to copulate like obsessed animals in the middle of the night. Besides, she wanted to feel Don Luigi’s touch on her own skin with his gentle way of bringing her submissive side along for the ride.

Angelica stole out of the villa and walked filled with a sense of self-pity along the stone wall of the sea barrier carefully avoiding any broken glass or fisherman’s hooks. She wanted to dig her toes in the sand. The inviting beach shone brightly reflecting the romantic full moon hanging low above her head. She kept looking over her shoulder and in all the dark corners at the edge of the sand.

Her uncle had told them that some of the females in the town had complained of some perverted men wandering the streets at night looking for lone women walking the streets for what one might surmise was an opportunity to locate a paying customer for their easy virtue.

She found the story strangely exciting and her imagination ran rampant with scenes of her forced cooperation with one or more dark-skinned transients frantic to bend her over for quickie sex without her permission. Just the thought of being forced to perform like a slut was enough to make her inner legs wet and she knew her short attempt to avoid the sin of fornication was a complete bust. The priest would be saddened at her failure and she knew he would demand strict penance for her shortfalls. She felt sorry for the poor priest doomed to spend his life without carnal knowledge of the female gender and obediently allowed him to chase away her devils with his needy cock to atone for her sinful thoughts. It was a mutually beneficial interaction and they both seemed to be the better for it.

The shadows of the after-midnight nocturnal setting shifted constantly all around her.

The sound and headlamps of an approaching motorcar froze her against the seawall and she felt her heart beat a lot faster as the bright lights outlined her in her transparent night shirt against their solid bulk.

“Come over here, little sparrow, do you have any identification?”

She was relieved to see the blue light of the police car and knew the man was a policeman despite not wearing a uniform.

Angelica regretted the fact he was not in uniform because she simply adored a man in uniform. She had consorted with a pair of uniformed policemen just the previous month because her twin sister was down with a bad cold and she had to carry on for both of them. The aggressive men really put her through her paces in several different positions and had even showed her some new tricks that she had never seen before. They probably had learned them from the whores that they rounded up every night just to keep the evil-minded village wives happy at their discomfort.

The street women were not really what one could consider “organized” because there were far too many of them. Even the mafia stayed above the game because of the competition from the East and the far more profitable ventures into smuggling illicit drugs. In the old days, the criminal element avoided the dirty business of drug dealing, but these days, it was the king of crimes and it greased the wheels of the economy at all levels. Fortunately, the true depths of the drug trade was centered in the metropolitan areas and was still removed from the innocent of the farming countryside. The youth in the cities were stained with the criminal need to sustain their habits and no sin was too terrible to commit in the name of finding a “fix”.

She put her hands up in the air because she felt like she was at the mercy of this unknown male policeman and regretted the fact she had not worn either a bra or panties under her shift. In the bright shining lights of the police van, she felt certain her body was on naked display and easily seen through the transparent night shift.

“Turn around and walk backwards to me, young lady. I have to search you to make certain you are not concealing any weapons or illegal drugs. Have you been taking any prohibited drugs or smoking any illegal substances?”

It had been several days since she had smoked the funny cigarettes supplied to her and her sister by the male nurse at the hospital that had set her sister’s leg.

“No, Captain, I am a good girl, I would never do such a bad thing.”

The policeman started to feel her body all over, starting at the top of her head and slowly working his way down. He paused for a long time at her breasts, playing breathlessly with her aroused nipples. She was ashamed of her visible eagerness for him to search her completely because it made her seem like one of the ladies of the night out to tempt men from their money in exchange for her sexual favors.

“I am not a Captain, girl. I am only a Sergeant on night patrol and I am here to keep you females safe from the perverts that pass thru our little town on their way to the big city.”

He was down now to just below her belly button and she knew his hand would soon be tickling her pussy pie and the hidden home of her sensitive clitoris that was waiting patiently for the touch of the tips of his fingers. Her juices were running down the insides of her legs and she hoped the policeman would not think she was a dirty girl just like the ones he was used to hassling in the dark shadows of the night.

“Oh, my God, he is at my dirt-hole.”

That exciting thought made her tremble with anticipation and she was not disappointed because the detective sergeant was pressing her nervous brown eye with his rough work hardened hand. She leaned forward to allow him more leverage for penetration and felt him invade her most private place with consummate disregard for her personal privacy.

“Good girl, I like the way you open up for Sergeant Corelli. You are my little tasty oyster with the hidden pearl.”

Her pearl of a clitoris was shiny with her juices and she lost her sense of logic when he fingered it with his demanding fingers. She sprayed the cobblestones with her female juices and whimpered like a silly schoolgirl at his impertinent invasion.

The policeman spun her around and she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist.

Somehow, he freed his rampant cock from his trousers and she took it inside the back end of her vagina with a gleeful grunt of complete satisfaction.

After that, the next fifteen minutes were a blur of frenzied motion.

Eventually, he walked down on the sandy beach with her locked to his prick like some alien life-form that refused to disengage. He finally had no other recourse but to flood her female cave with his spunk and it back-flowed from her pussy like a sticky white puddle of shame for which she felt no guilt at all.

“I still need to see your papers, little pretty miss.”

She clung to him like she was the web and he was the captured prey.

“It is quite all right, Sergeant. I am Don Luigi’s niece, Angelica. My sister Lucrecia and I are here for the summer and staying at his villa on the beach right there.”

The policeman was startled because Don Luigi was well known to the all of the policemen in the town. There was rumor that he was associated with the two mafia chiefs in the region, but he insisted it was all a big story and that he was simply a man that was able to keep peace in a region known for vicious fighting between the family clans. Regardless of the truth of the issue, he was regarded as the spokesman for both factions and the police came to him when some problem required the assistance of the mafia organization to keep the peace.

Sergeant Corelli threw his heavy jacket around the girl’s shoulders to protect her from the cold night air and he hoped that she was not annoyed at his shameful use of her body to give him some solace in the lonely work of patrolling in the midnight hours. The thought of him digging his fingers into her private rear door entrance was a stain on his conscience and he made every effort to show her proper respect when he returned her to the quiet sleeping villa.

Angelica could see he was a bit flustered about the whole business.

She reached up and kissed him full on the lips giving his something to think about with the introduction of her pretty little tongue into his wonderfully wet and interesting mouth. They dueled with their tongues for a long moment and she allowed him to win by opening her mouth wide for his invading tongue and showing him her compliant nature with her submissive attitude.

That was the signal that Sergeant Corelli needed to relax his mind and he lost his fear of consequences because the young girl reinforced her full cooperation in any such matters that he might be considering in the future.

The night was silent again and Angelica tiptoed up to her bed as quietly as possible. Tomorrow would be here soon enough.