Lisa rubbed the soles of her bare feet in the glossy wet leaves. It had rained earlier, and the yellow leaves sparkled with raindrops under the streetlights. The evening was cool, and Lisa had bundled up in a thick flannel shirt and the Parcher High letterman's jacket she'd swiped from some guy at her former school. Served him right to lose it, though leaving his locker unlocked. Lisa giggled to herself about her thievery as she sauntered up the tree-lined streets. Thinking about such things helped to take her mind off the sick feeling in her stomach. The fact was she was just a wee bit scared.
They'd told her that girls had been murdered in Sutton's serects at night. They'd told her that some of the girls had been so savagely gang-raped by roving packs of junior high boys that these girls bad gone whacko and had had to be institutionalized. Lisa didn't believe them. She could see through their stories. The town made those stories up to keep all the cunts indoors at night so the big shot athletes would get to bed early and not be catting around all night fucking themselves to exhaustion. They couldn't fool her. Still, she was just a wee bit uneasy.
Up ahead she thought she saw shadows flicker on the leaf-blanketed street. Probably her imagination again, but she stepped off the sidewalk immediately and hid behind a monster of a tree. Pressing herself to the wet cold trunk, she held her breath, feeling her heart pounding her breastbone, feeling her tits prickle as they pressed to the flannel of her shirt, feeling the cold from the ground pass up through her bare feet and chili her bones. This was crazy, but it was better to be cautious just in case.
She waited, thinking about Rusty to keep herself from shivering too hard. Rusty that beautiful, big cocked stud! After he'd fucked the shit out of her, he'd whispered into her ear, "Babe, I like you," and Lisa hid fallen in love that instant. Later, when they'd left the boys' gym, Lisa had prodded Candy for the Godly boy's name. Grudgingly, Candy told Lisa the kid's name. She even told Lisa were he lived. At the moment, Lisa wished that Candy had kept her mouth shut. Had Lisa not known where Rusty lived, she wouldn't be out here in the autumn dark shivering with cold and fright. Goddamn you Candy, Lisa thought, and the small flicker of righteous anger inside her warmed her a bit.
She heard voices now mutterings and laughter. They were junior high boys, some with high girlish voices, others with voices cracking. Not many, maybe three, maybe five. Lisa held her breath and clung to the tree, pressing, her face to the rough bark. It smelled wet and musty. The boys were very near, almost passing on the sidewalk. She held on tight and, crossed her fingers.
"I don't see nothing," a boy said.
"I think it was up a little farther," another said.
"I think you're seeing things," another said. "You're fucking cunt crazy."
A boy laughed. "We're all fucking cunt crazy. Shit, I thought I seen it too. Probably some Goddamn mirage."
"I can smell her," the second boy said. "I tell you, she's somewheres in this black. I seen her sneakin' along like a ghost. She's hiding somewheres along here. I can smell her."
"Then you find her," the first boy said. "Sniff her out."
While the boys talked, one of them pissed a silver stream on and past Lisa's tree. Hot piss hit the ground inches from her foot, the warm mist spraying her instep. Lisa watched the piss steam in the cool air, and she could smell it. She prayed that the scent of piss would cover her own scent. Without a doubt, that boy could smell her.
"Up a little farther," he said again, and the boys moved on, their muscular bare feet padding the concrete walk soundlessly.
The moment they were at a relatively safe distance, Lisa tiptoed across the lawn, swung behind a big old two story white house and found the alley. A vicious sounding dog, probably a Doberman, roared inside the house. As the back porch lit up, Lisa sprinted into the darkness of the alley, hearing the back door slam and the dog's murderous barks echo through the night.
Lisa found the street again. She held up the sketchy map she'd drawn from the map in the phone book. Rusty's house couldn't be more than a few blocks. She strained her eyes in the semidarkness, trying to read the map. Suddenly she had the sickening thought that even if she did find Rusty's house he wouldn't be home, or if he was, he'd tell her to get lost. What a fool she'd been! Second night in town, and here she was out prowling dark streets she didn't know to find a smart aleck boy she'd fallen madly in love with because he'd fucked her virgin asshole. Shit, she'd be better off at home sucking Miss Sacks' soppy cunt or fucking Candy with a rubber cock. Shit, if she got out of this alive, she'd go home and suck off every girl in the house – twice, three times if they wanted it. She shoved the crumpled map into her pocket and started back in the direction from which she'd come. At least that one pack of boys was ahead of her now, and heading in the same direction as she was. Those stories she had heard suddenly seemed much more believable to her.
She'd walked half a block. She was passing the tree that had saved her just minutes ago. She could hear the savage, uncontrolled barking of that dog coming from the backyard of that white house across the lawn. The sidewalk ahead looked deserted. She started to trot, aching to get back home quick. She'd gone no more than ten steps when she saw them a half dozen of them leap onto the sidewalk just fifty feet in front of her.
"There she is!" a boy screamed. And Lisa froze. She saw them coming, saw their white teeth flashing like the fangs of mad dogs, but she couldn't move. In seconds they'd be upon her and they'd tear her apart.
The sun seemed to come out. Just like that, night turned to day. I'm waking from a dream, Lisa thought, and she began to giggle, to giggle with joy.
"All right, you punks, back off the bitch!" blared a voice that nearly knocked Lisa over. Had, it not been for the crude language of the voice, Lisa would have thought it the voice of God.
"Aw, shove your head up your ass, fucking pig!" shouted one of the boys.
Crack! The explosion of a gun firing shattered the autumn air.
The pack of boys floated away into the dark down the street, disappearing like a herd of deer into the woods.
"You fucking trying to get yourself, killed?" blasted the voice again. "Get the heck over here!"
Lisa turned toward the cold glare of a spotlight. Squinting, shading her eyes with her hand, she walked toward the voice. She was too stunned to think much. She felt numb. Her whole body was shaking.
"Get the fuck in," said the voice. The spotlight melted into the night, and Lisa found a six-foot cop behind it. The air smelled of exploded gun powder. The cop wore glasses and a badge that shined in the street light. He held the door of his squad car open for her. "Well, get the fuck in!"
Lisa slid into the front seat of the squad car. The cop slid in next to her. Without a word he started the car and began to drive.
After they'd been driving about a minute he asked her her name and address, and she told him.
"Ain't you got no fucking sense?" he asked.
"Or maybe you got an itchy cunt? Those young tom cats ain't playing games, baby. They'll fuck the hide right off a little bitch like you. Maybe you run into only half a dozen of 'em, but before they got done with you there'd be two or three dozen more showing up to get their rocks off into you, and after they all got done you might be dead."
Lisa shook. She started to sob. "I wanna go home."
"Shut up, slut! You'll get home in good time. You got me to thank for your life, honey. Know that? You got me to thank." He smiled at her, showing white teeth and his shiny glasses. One of his front teeth was missing. The officer was maybe twenty years old, and he wore his hair long like a Sutton High boy.
Lisa slumped in her seat and closed her eyes. Maybe when she opened them she'd be home. The cop talked, but Lisa shut her ears.
Five minutes later the car stopped. The cop switched off the ignition. He grabbed her arm. "Out!" He was strong as a bull.
Lisa stepped out into the cold damp night air. Sharp cold rocks cut into the soles of her bare feet. They were on a hill. Down below Lisa could see blue moonlight on the river. The cop held her chin for a moment, staring at her through the lenses of his glasses. Then he unzipped her jacket. With a yank, he ripped open her shirt. Buttons clicked on the rocky ground. He hooked his hot hand in her jeans and tore apart the clasp and zipper with one yank. Within seconds, Lisa found herself stark naked, and shivering in the cold October air. The cop yanked his cock and balls out of his open fly. The pulsating cock scared her goose pimply flesh as he crushed her in his arms. His steel badge burned her tit like ice.
"You're a hot bitch, know that?" said the cop. "A real hot bitch. I bet you coulda took on a couple dozen of 'em no sweat."
Suddenly he swept her up and carried her like a sack under one arm. He dropped her on the freezing trunk of the car. Beads of rainwater trickled down around her body like cold tears. Lisa saw something shiny in the dark, something that rattled as the cop held it. The cop bent down and clamped it around her ankle. Handcuffs, she realized. She heard another click, and she was cuffed to the bumper. A blast of wind hurled through a tree near the car, and a shower of rainwater pelted her, making her shiver to the bone.
"Spread 'em," growled the cop. "Lean back and spread 'em."
Lisa fell back on the car, her head thudding the rear window. The wet metal glued itself to her back. She spread her legs as best she could, though one was shackled.
The cop hopped up on the bumper, bouncing the squad. His silver badge, his glasses, his teeth, glinted in the moonlight. He reached down and pinched both her nipples. He twisted so hard Lisa thought he had ripped them off. She screamed, her tits on fire. Her cunt contracted almost painfully.
The cop laughed. "Scream all you want, you Goddamn bitch. Ain't nobody gonna hear you. And what if somebody did? I'm the law, remember?" He laughed again, then spit in her face. "Lick up that slop or I'll rip your tits off."
Lisa licked the warm spit off her face, swallowing every drop and almost vomiting. The cop spit in her face again, then again. Lisa ate the warm slime. The cop laughed.
The cop leaned back, petting his big cock as if it were a dog. "Like it, bitch?"
"Yes," Lisa said her voice a whimper.
"Good," the cop said. "Because I aim to give it to you." He fell on her. His stiff cock throbbed between her legs for a moment, then rifled up her cunt like a torpedo.
Lisa grunted, feeling the hard slick thing fill her. She gasped rhythmically, feeling the big thing sliding in and out of her. She hated the cop, wished he were dead, but she squirmed on the car, suddenly crazy from the feel of his cock. If she'd had a knife she'd have stabbed him in the back but at the same time she'd have gone on wiggling her ass, humping upward to meet his cock thrusts. She couldn't help herself. Once she got a cock going up her crotch she was lost.
"Fuck me," she muttered between her teeth, "Fuck me!"
The big cop rammed her. He had his hands braced on the trunk now, and his body bridged up stiff, and his back arched. He was letting her have it, thrusting with all his strength. He grunted like a bull. The car bounced the shock-absorbers groaned.
Lisa hooked his ass with her left foot. She felt the bullets of his bolster belt against her toes. The handcuffs shackling her right ankle rattled against the bumper. She dug her feet into his flexing ass cheeks, trying to get him to fuck harder, faster, deeper.
"Deeper," she muttered, rolling her head against the back window. "Deeper, deeper, deeper!"
"Oh, fuck!" the cop grunted. "You Goddamn fuckin' bitch!"
Lisa arched her back, wiggling her ass madly. She contracted the muscles of her loins, sucking the cop's cock rhythmically with her pussy. The big cock swelled inside her, quivering. She contracted hard, humping at the slicing monster.
The cop's mouth gaped in an animal like cry. His body jerked. Hot streams of jism speared the walls of Lisa's young cunt. Lisa laughed, sucking the cop dry. She felt powerful suddenly, as if with every explosion of the cop's hot cum she was gaining strength and he was losing it. She sucked with her cunt. She'd suck him inside out if she could.
When the cop had finished, he fell backward off the bumper. His cock left Lisa's cunt with an audible pop. Lisa felt the tension seep from her muscles. She went limp, panting.
"Goddamn vacuum cleaner cunt," the cop said. "Christ, nearly chewed my prick off! Hungry cunt, huh? Well, let's see how it bites into something even harder."
The cop left her for a few seconds. When he came back, Lisa could see something long and black gleaming in the moonlight.
She thought of a dildo before she realized it was the cop's nightstick. Before she had a chance to say anything, the cop was twisting the butt end of the stick into her cunt. The dry stick wrenched her pussy lips at first, but as it became lubricated with cum and her own slick juices it screwed into her cunt with the smoothness of a cock a big cock. The billy club was as thick as Rusty's cock, but probably twice as long.
"Sucks it up real nice," the cop said. "Shit, half of it's in. Fuck!" He began to move it inside her, twisting it back and forth as he fucked it in and out.
Lisa squirmed again, whining like a fucked bitch. The billy club was harder than any cock she'd ever had up her. But as hard as it was, it was cold, dead. It could never match a hot throbbing cock. Never! But it did feel good very good. Lisa wiggled her ass, feeling hot sensations welling and coiling in her loins. She kicked her free leg up and out, pointing her toes. She was hot silky smooth and hot. The cool night air licked her long outstretched leg. She bent her leg, flexing and extending it while pointing her toes, while rotating her ass on the smooth car trunk.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me. Fuck meeee!" Juice bubbled out of her cunt and ran hotly over her exposed bottom. "I wanna come," she muttered. "Oh, I wanna come. Make me come."
The cop swore, twisting the club savagely inside her, reaming her out like no cock ever had.
Lisa's eyes nearly rolled out of her skull. She grabbed her tits, squeezing and clawing them. Her cunt ached, the elastic tissues stretched like slingshot rubber. A ball of fire inflated in the pit of her asshole, spreading fast into her cunt. The toes of her shackled foot curled, her toenails cutting into the sole. Her long back arched. Her body stiffened. She felt herself coming hard.
"Eceeceeceh!" she screamed. "Aieeeeeeeeh!" Her cries echoed down into the valley.
The cop rammed the cunt hot billy club in and out of her. In and out, in and out, in and out, a foot of hot billy club fucked her.
She thrashed on the car trunk, spasming endlessly.