True to their word, Roar and Ed dropped her on a main highway. Luckily, the rain had slacked off to a mild drizzle; so she wasn't soaked by the time she was able to Ft her next ride. It was only halfway to her destination, but she didn't mind, since it was an older man with his grandchildren and she knew she'd be safe.
Unfortunately, the man let her out in the center of downtown Worcester. Lyn decided that she ought to wok to the elf of town on the road that would take her to Brocton, so she wouldn't get driven out of her way. She pulled a thin jacket of waterproof materid from her knapsack and donned it, then covered her hair with the hood.
The jacket didn't protect her bare legs, but it would help keep her from catching cold, since it died prevent the rain from getting to her clothing.
When the police car first cruised past her, Lyn ignored it. To the ffteen-year-old girl, the police were what other people got involved with they were of no concern to her and she was of no concern to them.
A few minutes later, a poiiice car pulled dongside of her and cruised siiowly down the street. Lyn gave the lone occupant a glance. then ignored the man as she strode down the street. As far as she was conceded, he was just a policeman taking a break from a dull tour of duty to ogle a good400king giri who was crossing his territory.
It was only when the car retained a few moments later that she began to wonder. It occurred to her that her father might have reported her missing But wouiid the police in Massachusetts be on the alert for a giri who might have left home in Pennsylvania? Wouiid her father have thought of Uncle Wayne and realized that she might be going to him?
Then, as the car pulled away from her, Lyn was struck by another thought: Even if her father didn't have the police looking for her, he could still find out where she was if they stopped her!
Suppose they arrested her for being a runaway? the giri asked herself. What would happen? lf she told them she was going to visit her uncle and that her father knew about it, would they believe her?
Or would they check with her dad?
Er She was sure of what he'd do. He'd ten the co police to hold her until he could come to get her.
Only he wouldn't take her home he would stick her in some kind of home. At best, he'd put her in a strict school, where she'd be as ionprisoned as if a- she were in a mental hospitd.
All Lyn knew she couldn't let her Pam show. She co had to wok cdmly tong the street and hope that the policeman, or any other who might corns by, would think she knew where she was going, that she was somebody who had gotten off a bus and was waking home. Or that she was old enough to be on her own. What age did she have to be in this state to be running around on her own? Lyn had no way of guessing. In some states it was sixteen.
Lut she wasn't even sixteen.
The police didn't know that, however. She might be able to mdke them think she was eighteen, nineteen, even. All she had to do was act indignant, threaten to sue them. Her father had done that once when a policeman had stopped him for something, and it had worked. If she had to, she'd "Come here, kid!"
Lyn looked up to see the policeman sitting next to her.
"Yes, sir," she answered, wdkmg as coolly as she couiid to the side of the car.
"You wants go downtown?" the cop snarled.
"Not I'm going the other way," Lyn replied.
"Don't get smart with me," the cop told her. He reached over and opened the door. "Get in," he directed.
She did as he told her and he started the car, driving east, the way she'd been going. "So," he said, "you don't want to go downtown? Must be a reason for it. Now, what could that be? Huh?
"Maybe there's something you wouldn't want me to find out about you? Huh? That it? You got some little secret, kid, you don't want me fnding id out about?"
Lyn said nothing.
"Yeah, Ill bet that's it," the policeman said.
"I'll bet you're a runaway." Again, Lyn said nothing The policeman drove for a few more blocks, then turnedinto a parking lot beside a darkened building and stopped. "You have any idea how much paperwork is involved with you runaways?" he asked.
Lyn shook her head.
"More than it's worth," he answered. '-So, if I trike you downtown, I'm gonna have to make it worthwhile." He looked at her. "You see that building over there?" When Lyn nodded, the man continued. "If I take you downtown, it's Gonna be for attempted burglary of that building. You want that?"
"No," Lyn admitted. "But you can't do that.
You can't just say that 1 tried to break into that place."
"Why not?" the policeman retorted. 'They'll believe me. They might not try you on that charge, but they'll hold you on it while they check to see if anybody anywhere else wants you." He reached under the seat and pulled out a crowbar and a pair of rough gloves. "They might even t~y you on that charge, with this evidence that you were trying to breds in."
Lyn gulped. He was threatening to fraune her for burglary. "I… I haven't done anything wrong," she protested. "Why are you picking on me?"
"Maybe it's because you've got something I i7 avant," the policeman answered.
"I… I don't have much money," Lyn stammered.
"Who said anything about money?" the policeman asked, leering at her.
Oh, no, Lyn thought. All of a sudden it was clear to her. He wanted to fuck her, she redized.
She had to let him screw her or her dad would lint out where she was, and everything would be ruined.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"A blow-job," the policeman replied.
The color drained from Lyn's face. That was even worse than she imagined. "I could report you, you know," she told him.
He grinned at her. "Unh-uh, honey. If you were straight, you'd have started screaming as soon as I got you in the car. You're not going anywhere near a cop unless you have to." He reached down and opened his trousers, then pulled his fat cock out.
"There's some reason you don't want to go downtown, honey, or you would've been screaming about your rights treaty. Now, you can either give me what 1 want, or I can take you downtown and find out what your stoq is.
"So mdke your mind up and fast. Either you suck me off, or I run you in and we check you out.
Lyn gulped. This was even worse than what the truck drivers had wanted. At least, with Roger and Ed, she had gotten a little pleasure out of the acts she'd had to perform; there would be none in this.
But she had to suck him off She couldn't stand it if she were returned to her father.
Then another thought struck her. If she were arrested, they'd examine her. They'd be able to tell that she'd had sex earlier. If they told her tither that, it would only confirm what ioyce had told him: He'd be sure that she was a prostitute.
"Ail right," she whimpered. "I n do what you wTmt. I… I just want to get to my uncle's, that s ate. But Ili do whit you want."
"Honey, you do what I want and you can do anything ele you feel like. lust as long as it s not in my town. And I~n be dropping you at the city iine to mdke sure you don't do anything else in my town." He Bdnned at her as he swung one leg up onto the seat and slouched in the comer of the seat. "Now, Ft started."
She started to obey, started to lean over him.
"No, donvn on your knees on the floorboard," he ordered. it was only after she had obeyed him that Lyn redized she didn't know what to do. "I… I Ye never dent this before," she murmured.
He laughed. "Sure, honey, you're a virgin, right?" Suddenly he was squeezing her chin in his hand. "Look, you little siut," he snarled, "you get your head down there and you iick my cock good and then you put it in your mouth find you suck me off. And you better do it right, or 1'11 run you in afterward. You undefitand me?
"Yes," Lyn whimpered as she leaned forward and grasped the root of his cock io her hand. She stuck her tongue out and ran it aion; the underside of his cock, sweeping the tip of her tongue from ' her hand up to the top of his cock.
The odor of his crotch was almost overpoweringly musky, but Lyn fought down her reaction to the smell as she worked her tongue up and down the i policeman's cock. Luckily, it wasn't the biggest oock she had ever encountered. Although it was fat, the cock was short. Willie had had three inches more in length and his cock had been almost as thick. If she'd been able to take Willie's cockj and she'd done so easily, Lyn knew she'd have no trouble taking the poiiceman's.
Her tongue slithered around the cock, curling to lick at the upper side and along the edges, when it wasn't sweeping up and down the underside.
"Yeah, honey, you're doing fine," the policeman moaned as Lyn swept her tongue steadily up and down the length of his cock. Then she concentrated her lewd action on the prdck-head.
She circled the knob slowly, flicking her tongue agiunst the siit at the end of the cock, or pressing it to the cleft in his coronat ridge.
"Hhhhhhhaaaa!" the ipoiiceman moaned as he reached down and tangled his fnFrs in her hair, holding her mouth against the end of his dick.
Lyn rubbed her lips across the bulbous tip of the poiiceman's cock, then let her teeth part, although her lips remained together. Slowly; salaciously, she forced her mouth over the mushroom-shaped head of the cock, then caught the shaft iightiy with her teeth, to prevent him from pushing more of his rod into her mouth at the moment.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked it the spongy knob. At the same time, she worked one hand into his trousefi and started massaging his hairy balls.
"Daaaaammmmnnnnin the coafie-faced, beefy policeman mounted as Lyn used her fingefi and mouth agiunst his throbbing tool. "For somebody that doesn't know what they're doing, you're sucking cock like a pro."
His words didn't please her. She wasn't sure whether he meant them or not, but even if he did, she didn't like being referred to as a where.
"AAAAaaaahhhh!" he moaned as Lyn moved her jaw experimentally, making his cock-head dance about in her mouths Lyn had already resolved to do the best possible job she could, for she was afraid that if she didn't, he would follow through on his- threat to arrest her afterward. That would be more than she could stand-to suck him off for nothing.
Again and again she made his cock-head slither around in her iicentiousay sucking mouth, while her tongue continued to lick at the spongy knob.
The policeman reached down inside her sweatshirt, closing his hand over one of her tits: As Lyn continued to suck at his cock-head, he caressed her tit hafihly, his flngefi digging into the pliant mound of her tit. Lyn whimpered in pain, but that seemed only to drive him to squeeze her tit with even greiter force. The fifteen-year-old girl felt absolutely helpless.
Her list bet,- she knew, was to finish him in a hur y, so he would let hit go. After gulping in air around his cock, she started lowering her head around the stubby shaft.
Although she'd never given head before, Lyn could recall how Wince had fucked her in the mouth, arid she knew she had to duplicate the sawing motion on her own if she was going to bmng the Ponce man off. Her head bobbed slowly over his cock, her lips aitemating between a very loose rubbing and a tightness that squeezed the cock.
"Yeah, yeah, honey," he groaned, hunching his cock a litfde deeper into her sucking mouth. Lyn almost gagged, but manaFd to fight back the impu'ise. Ail of his cock was in her mouth, her iips were pressed against the metal teeth of his zipper.
Slowly at fifit, then with greater speed, she bobbed her head over his rod. Her knees hurt from being pressed to the grooved rubber of the floommat and he was squeezing her tit ar d the back of her neck as she sucked at his cock. Hit fungi stirred and massaged bits balls and she was glad he hadn't insisted that she suck on them. The odor that wafted up from inside his trousefi had convinced her that she couldn't stand to have her nostrils assailed any further they were being tortured now.
Suddenly, his hand tightened on her neck, holding her head over the full length of his cock.
Then he was spewing his hot, sticky, slightly salty am into her mouth. Lyn swiilowed fast and hard, not because she wanted to but because she knew she had to. lf she let any of his Jim escape her mouth, he might Ft mad enough to arrest her. rime after time, he spurted cam into her mouth and she gulped it down. Finally, he stopped cummmg and stumped back against the door, his hands relaxing on her body. Lyn continued sucking at his cock until he caught her hair and lifted her moutii from the deflating cock.
'-Okay kid, take off," he mumbled.
' How… how far is the city line?" Lyn asked as she opened the door ind backed out of the police car. She wonted to be on the other side of it before she started thumbing again.
'-Back there a couple of blocks," the policeman told her, jerking his thumb in the direction they had driven not so long before. "We're m the county now."
The son-of-a-bitch, Lyn thought to hefielf as she stumbled away from the car towards the elf of the parxing lot. He couldn't have arrested her.
As soon as she was out of sight of the car, Lyn dropped to her knees and vomited.