Mary's tits bounced beneath her T-shirt as she walked down the street. Her long golden hair hung in a ponytail down her back. The tan lengths of her legs were revealed in all their glory by the ultra-short cut-off jeans she wore.
She was conscious of the admiring stares of the men along the street, and the envious glares of the women she passed. She was hot stuff, young and lithe and lovely, and right now she was reveling in it with healthy youthful sensuality.
In her adolescent mind she was turning over fantasies of Kirk. Gentle, handsome Kirk. She saw them together, holding hands, strolling in green mountains, running ankle-deep through surf along a sea-shore. But most of all she saw them fucking, him taking her with that big beautiful cock in her dripping pussy, thrusting his prick between her eager lips. She could imagine the taste of Kirk's cock, meaty and salty, filling her mind and her mouth with his masculinity.
Mary bounced into the supermarket and made her purchases, lost in her erotic daydreams. She went through the check-out line oblivious of the two plump matrons who stood behind her, shooting disapproving glares at her. Mechanically, she paid the checker, scooped her small bag of groceries into her arms, and walked out with her asscheeks rubbing together.
One of the fat middle-aged ladies sniffed haughtily. "These young people today," she said through her nose, "I just don't see what they think they're proving with all this… this wanton display!"
Her companion tut-tutted. "The permissive generation," she huffed. "That Mr. Castle is right. Our morals are decaying badly. I'm glad we have such an upright man for our District Attorney. Aren't you, Charles?"
The last she addressed to the clerk, a lean stoop-shouldered man in his middle years. He woke up abruptly from his fantasy. In the fantasy the blonde girl had been kneeling before him, dressed only in a frilly apron and a maid's lace bonnet, and she had been pleading with him not to use the riding crop in his left hand on her tender, welted buttocks. Her pleading was about to take on a more substantial note as she leaned forward, cradling his cock in her hands, guiding it worshipfully toward her parted, red lips…
"What?" he sputtered. "Oh, uh – yes, yes indeed. Shameful." He watched as the electric door shut behind the blonde's lasciviously twitching ass. A whiff of perfume hung on the air, an elusive tang of aroused adolescent pussy.
The sun beat down on the girl's shoulders. The sidewalk was hot enough to feel through the soles of her high-thonged sandals. Mary didn't notice. She was lost in a dream.
Oh yes, Kirk, she was thinking. "Just stick that great big cock up my little pussy. Oh, hurry! I need you so badly." Her eyes fastened on the erect staff of prick, marveling again at its size and splendor.
It didn't matter that she was convinced, deep down inside, that she would never see the bearded youth again. She had fallen for him, hard. He was with her day and night, fucking and fondling her in her sex fantasies.
It kept her mind off what she was. The things she was forced to do.
Mentally, she wrapped feverish hands around the big stiff cock. She could feel it radiate heat, could feel the pulse already beginning to speed at her erotic touch. She spread her soft thighs, lying back on a bed with silken sheets, steering the huge, inflated head of Kirk's prick to the gaping, drooling mouth of her pussy.
"Miss?" a voice called. Vaguely, Mary became aware that a car was coasting in towards the curb beside her. She kept her head erect and walked on without looking. She tried to recapture the sweet carnality of her sex dream. But her heart was pounding.
"Miss," the masculine voice came again. Mary quickened her steps. A lovely, blonde girl with her tits flopping free and her ripe ass barely covered by her cut-offs could not be indifferent to being cruised by strange men in an automobile. She was a target, even in broad daylight.
Was she about to be snatched off the street and raped?
With a purring of its engine the car slid ahead of her. It pulled in to the curb and the engine stopped. Mary's heart jumped into her throat as she got a look at it – it was a police car.
The passenger door opened and a big, burly man got out. His face was rough and sunburned, but his expression was friendly. "Excuse me, Miss," he said, coming around the back of the cruiser. "Routine check. Could I see some identification?"
He couldn't and Mary knew it. A policeman was not entitled to stop a citizen on the streets without due cause. This was a roust, blatantly illegal.
And there was not a thing the girl could do about it.
Although she had led a sheltered, middle-class life until recently, Mary had picked up enough street wisdom in her high school to know that if she refused, she'd be in hot water. The cops would find some excuse to bring her in and she could not afford that!
Then, wildly, she remembered she wasn't carrying any identification! Perry had taken them away from her that first day, promising to supply her with I.D.s in the name of Marti Rheinhardt. But he hadn't ever gotten around to it.
"I-I'm sorry, officer," she said, smiling helpfully. "I don't have any identification with me. My purse was stolen last week." She hefted the handcrafted leather purse slung over her shoulder on a long strap. "I just got this a few days ago."
"I see," said the cop. His expression was still amiable, but his light blue eyes were unreadable. "Did you report it?"
"No sir." Mary shrugged. "You know how it is." The big cop nodded. He had his notebook and pencil out. "I'll need your name and address."
"I'm Mary Rheinhardt." She gave the address of her apartment complex, and her apartment number. She watched the cop write it down.
"Place of employment?"
Mary barely suppressed a gasp. She hadn't thought about that! And a girl with an apartment would have to have a source of money. Of course, she could not tell them her real occupation.
"I'm-I'm a secretary," she managed to say. Her voice shook. "A private secretary, just part-time."
The driver of the prowl car stuck his head out. He had the look of a new generation cop, a dark handsome Chicano face with a trim black moustache. He was younger and smoother than his partner. "Bring her in," he said.
Mary looked around wildly as he took her by the arm. Some people stood idly around in the sun, watching. Help me! Help me! she wanted to cry out. Don't let them take me! But she knew it was no good. She was trapped.
Her mind was a blank as the cop led her to the open door. His partner leaned over and snapped a pair of handcuffs over her wrists. "What's that for?" she asked, voice trembling on the verge of tears.
"We don't want you getting away, baby." He smiled insincerely at her. "Put her in the back, Bob."
"Okay, Mike." A firm hand urged Mary into the back seat. Bob got into the front and closed the door. Mike started the car and pulled away.
"What she have to say for herself?" the Chicano cop, Mike, asked.
The older man shrugged, scratching at the back of his neck. "Not much. No I.D., some bullshit about being somebody's private secretary."
Mike chuckled. "Some private, I'll bet." He turned and glanced back at Mary. "I can guess how she makes her bread."
"Watch the road," the other growled.
As the city slid by outside the patrol car window, Mary snapped out of her daze. She started to evaluate her situation. It looked bad.
If they took her down she'd be booked as a runaway. They'd probably try to get her to confess to being a hooker, too. She was in deep shit. If they held her, they'd trace her back to her uncle, who would be annoyed at having his wayward niece returned to him. If she confessed to being a prostitute and tried to barter for freedom or get off lightly… she thought of Cat and almost retched.
Either way looked bad. If the police turned her over to her uncle, the D.A. might find a more permanent means of getting rid of her a second time. Even if they didn't, Mary felt sure Perry would blame her for getting picked up and causing him trouble. He'd probably suspect she'd done it on purpose, to try to escape.
The younger cop looked around again, leering at her under his pencil moustache. Mary stared back at him. The wire mesh between the back seat and the front was like a cage.
"Hey, baby," Mike said to her, "you wanna be my private secretary? I'd be real good to you."
"Lay off her, huh?" grunted his partner.
"Hey man, the girl's gotta make a livin' somehow. What about it, honey?"
Suddenly an idea flashed into Mary's head. He was giving her a chance, a slim chance, to be set free without being booked. She returned his look with frank interest. "I might consider it," she said in her sulkiest voice.
Mike did a double take, looking from her to the traffic ahead and then back again. "What do you mean?"
"I mean if you guys could maybe forget about taking me in, I could do some… secretarial work for you."
"You mean that?"
Mary stretched, bringing her cuffed wrists up over her head and tensing her shoulders. Her braless boobs jutted right at the younger cop's bulging eyes. Her nipples stood up straight beneath the T-shirt. "What do you think?" she purred.
For an answer Mike spun the wheel. The cruiser bounced into an alley Mary hadn't seen. The roadway broadened out into a little, isolated yard, a patch of pavement surrounded by buildings. It was out of sight of the street and looked abandoned except for a big white trash bin stuffed with cardboard boxes.
"Okay, baby," Mike said, braking to a squealing halt. "Here's where you put up or shut up."
His partner looked nervous. "Are you serious?"
"What the hell, man? Nobody ever comes out here except to empty trash. Pickup ain't till day after tomorrow, and they don't empty trash till after work hours. We got this little place all to ourselves."
"I don't like it," Bob said, shaking his heavy head.
Mike turned around and crossed his arms, resting his chin on them, propped on the back of his seat. "Well?" he leered.
For an answer Mary reached behind her and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She brought her arms down in front of her with the shirt over them, hiding her big boobs from the cop's lusting view. "Okay," she said, a little breathlessly. "Just watch."
The Chicano undid the special lock and let her out. She stepped out graceful as a cat, then turned and leaned in the drivers open window.
"The handcuffs," Mary said. "I can't get my shirt off over them." She saw Mike's eyes widen at the teasing flesh of white titflesh he caught over the shirt as he hurried to unfasten the cuffs and remove them.
Free, the blonde stepped back, a lewd light glinting in her emerald eyes. She pulled the rolled shirt off her arms and bunched it against her heaving jugs. Mike got out of the car, running his tongue over his lips.
Mary undid the button of her cut-offs. Grinding her hips, she slowly pulled down the zipper. Bob got out of the cruiser and looked on in amazement as the girl pulled her shorts down her slender legs and stepped out of them.
Mary stood before the goggle-eyed cops, clad in panties and sandals, with the T-shirt only just covering her magnificent boobs.
"Okay, boys," she said, slipping a finger into the elastic waistband of her panties, "here's what you've been waiting for!"
She turned her back to them. The T-shirt fell crumpled to the ground. The panties began to slip off. The patrolmen's eyes got bigger and bigger as the underwear revealed more and more of the swelling mounds of Mary's ass.
The contrast between the tan of her back and the creamy paleness of her rump was startling. They were white and perfect as hillocks of new snow, separated by the mysterious darkness of her ass-crack. The adolescent had her buttocks pressed firmly together, and she kept them that way as she ran the panties down her thighs and her calves and stepped daintily out of them. Then she straightened up again, her whole body writhing as her legs slid apart. Then with her ponytail flying, she bent over and peered at the policemen from between her thighs. The hairy clam of her cunt was open and dripping.
"Hot Jesus," Mike muttered between clenched teeth.
"Come and get it," Mary said, rolling her butt.
Mike stumbled forward, fumbling at his fly. Mary stood up and turned to meet him. His cock flopped out of his dark uniform, pants, rock-hard and ready for action.
"Suck on it, baby," the Chicano cop commanded. "Suck my cock!"
The gravel grated Mary's knees as she dropped before the cop. His erect prick stuck out straight from his crotch like a battering ram. A drop of clear pre-seminal fluid glittered at its tip, on a level with Mary's eyes.
She cradled the prick in her hands. It trembled like a dog straining at the leash. Suddenly she was afraid.
Of what, she chided herself. So what if someone came out and found them?
What could they do, call the cops?
The Chicano's cock jerked and jumped impatiently. The blonde pressed it between her palms, rolling it like a piece of bread dough. Mike moaned low in his throat. His hands stroked her golden hair mindlessly.
Still kneading the stiff dick, Mary opened her mouth wide. She steered the prick in without letting it touch lips or teeth. With a deft, sure touch she steered it toward the back of her mouth so that half the cock was inside her face. Then she shut her mouth.
The cop gasped as wet heat abruptly surrounded his prod. It lay on Mary's tongue like a tongue-depressor. The girl's agile tongue began to twine about the hard cock like a slimy, erotic serpent.
Mike felt his balls tightening in their hairy sac. The little slut sure gave fine head! It felt as if the head of his prick was about to blow right off, and she had only just started to suck him off!
"Hey, come on in, man!" he yelled to his partner. "The water's – unnh! – fine."
Reluctantly, the older cop walked over from where he had been leaning against the blue and white cruiser. "Gee, I don't know, Mike," he mumbled.
Mary thrust her ass toward Bob, spreading her asscheeks so he would see her tight asshole and cunt. A stream of cunt sauce ran down the insides of Mary's thighs.
Slurping sounds issued from Mary's cock-filled mouth. With the ripe aroma of adolescent twat in his flared nostrils and this beautiful underaged hooker spreading her cheeks for him, Bob could resist no longer. His cock was pressing against the front of his pants, yearning to be set free.
Bob's fingers flew as he undid his fly. His big hard cock shot out like an uncoiling spring. It was big and thick, much more impressive than the younger man's. And it was ready to be plunged balls-deep into the steaming, blonde-furred cunt!
Bob grunted as he rammed his cock home between the gaping red cunt lips. Juices squished and flew as the hefty prick went into Mary's twat.
Mary groaned around a mouthful of turgid prick as Bob fucked into her. Oh wow! she thought. The old guy's prod is long! It was fat, too. She could feel it stretching the oily walls of her cunt with sweet insistence.
Breath sucked into Mike's flat belly. The girl was really getting off on old Bob's cock! Mike knew from the showers that the older man had a dick like a firehose. He had never realized how it could double his own pleasure, though. The excitement the girl was getting from having her needy snatch fucked full of Bob's cock was transmitted directly to the prick in her mouth!
Mike's hips began to move of their own accord. He face-fucked the blonde with slow, easy strokes as Bob, with his pants down around his knees, drove the last inch of cock home in the rolling, sopping cunt and grunted in satisfaction. God, the blonde was tight! Her snatch seemed to be strangling Bob's prick with a noose of silk!
Mary's mind swam in a delirium of lust. What had started as a desperate bid for freedom had now become just plain fun for the girl. The sensation of being fucked full of hard, strong, meaty male cock at both ends was just too much! It gave her a feeling of fulfillment the like of which she'd only found before in Kirk's arms.
Just the thought of her bearded young man made her cunt spasm with joy. Bob yelped in surprise, caught in the act of pulling his giant prick out of her pussy. "Holy slit," he muttered. This girl was making him feel like a randy adolescent. He hadn't been this hot in years!
Mike's cock was caught in a constantly-moving erotic trap. Mary licked his cock with her skillful tongue while her belly went hollow from sucking the lust-inflamed cock. His prick was alternately heated and cooled as Mary closed her mouth and opened it to let her breath thrill along the entire sensitive length of his prick.
Faster and faster the youthful policeman screwed Mary's sucking face. His hands were tangled in her yellow hair. Her small hands were wrapped around the base of his cock.
Kneeling in the gravel behind Mary's rump, Bob was fucking Mary harder with each stroke. The feeling of the resilient meat of her pussy parting for the onslaught of his cock, then closing softly behind it as he fucked out with a nasty sucking noise, was driving him crazy with lust. God, I'm going to blow my wad in seconds, he thought.
"Goddamn!" Mike yelled, as a lunging thrust of Bob's prick drove Mary's face down hard on his own cock. The swollen purple glans drove deep into Mary's throat. Her gag reflex caught it, masturbating it just behind the cock head like a tiny hand.
The feeling of Mary's throat muscles constricting his prick lit the fuse to the keg of dynamite in his hairy, goose-fleshed scrotum. His hips jerked back and forth with a jack-hammer urgency as he fucked her willing face.
Mary's hands were together, holding the driving prick steady as it went in and out of her mouth.
Her tongue spiraled constantly around the pistoning prick. Her vision clouded in a red haze of passion as Bob's wild fucking ignited her cunt. She was going to come soon!
Mike's body tensed. The fuse had burned down and his balls were just about to explode.
In the last instant before coming off in Mary's face Mike whipped out the handcuffs and snapped them around the girl's wrists. Then he buried his prick in her mouth and fired a long blast of jism down her throat.
Mary choked and tried to struggle away. The icy kiss of the metal bracelets seemed to drag her back to earth. Jizz filled her mouth and spilled into her nostrils. She sneezed and gagged. The motions drove Mike crazy.
"Yes, yes! Drink it up, baby! Drink it up! Drink up all my cum!"
His cock shuddered as his balls emptied themselves of their full, bubbling charge of sperm. Blinding lights flashed behind his eyes. He staggered back, his already-drooping cock drooling a trail of sperm across the girl's big jugs.
Mary collapsed onto her elbows. Her hips rotated as though mounted on ball-bearing, corkscrewing her slithering cunt on and off of Bob's big cock. The incredible friction on her clit was driving her to climax, oblivious now of the handcuffs binding her wrists and the tangy jism leaking out of her nose.
Bob's ham-like hands were locked on Mary's tender buttocks. Sweat poured down into his face. He couldn't take his eyes off the carnal spectacle of his giant cock disappearing and reappearing in that rank, brimming, yellow-furred twat. The whole sausage-like length of cock was slimed with clear, slippery grease from the girl's hungry cunt. And she was devouring him with the avid circular motions of her hips.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Let me feel all your big cock in my pussy! Oh, fuck me blind!"
Bob did his best to oblige. Oh, Susan! his passion fevered mind thought. "Oh, Susan – Susan – Susan!" he cried out, not realizing he was fantasizing out loud about his own daughter.
Mary didn't even notice as orgasm exploded in her quim. It started in her pussy, drove up through her belly to shatter her brain in a million fragments. She could hear Bob behind her, a million miles away, grunting as he climaxed violently in her cunt.
Hot cum filled her pussy. Her lithe body drank it down and demanded more, more, till the giant prick had no more to give. Bob pulled his prick out of her with one shaking hand, spilling his jism down her legs and onto the ravel.
Mary lay on her side, panting with passion well spent. Footsteps crunched in the gravel and she looked up to see Mike standing over her. He was dressed and looked as if nothing had happened.
"Come with me, baby," he said. He held her clothes in one hand. "You can get dressed in the prowler."
"Wh-what do you mean?" the naked girl demanded blearily. "Aren't you going to let me go?"
Mike looked at her in phony disbelief. "You must be kidding," he leered. "We have to do our duty!"