'No Miss… ' 'If you arrest me, I'll lose my dog. Don't you understand! I'll do anything you want-anything at all! If you'll just let me get out and go back down that lane when you're done…'Miss, if I read your intentions right you're suggesting something that could get you in a lot worse trouble than just being a vagrant.'
My trembling hand touched his thigh. 'Please…' I sobbed. 'I don't want to lose my dog! I told you I'd do whatever you asked if you'd just let me go! Give me a break… Please!' 'That could cost me my job,' he said, becoming less of a cop and more of a man, the longer my hand lay on his leg. 'If you don't, it will ruin what little chance I have left for a future,' I said, noticing his prick had grown stiffer and longer inside his pants. 'Please…' I said, touching it.
'All right… I should bust you, but I have a funny feeling that you're really okay. Give me a blow job and get the hell outa here.' I unzipped his fly and worked his gorgeous cock into the open. I stroked his prick lightly, as it rose from the fly, and I teased his cock. I ducked down without being seen. I was scared, but very grateful for the break. I knew cops were all right, but they still frightened me.
Officer Brandt was really nice. I could have fallen for him under different circumstances. My cheek rested against his heavy black gunbelt and my chin brushed his light tan pants. Before taking the beautiful cock in my mouth, I ran my tongue up the sides of his prick. It made me feel pretty good when his legs tensed. He was as nervous as I. It wasn't hard to figure out that he didn't do this with every girl he ran into-especially not in the front seat of a cruiser, parked along the side of a busy highway, in broad daylight.
Wrapping my lips around his swollen prick-head, I nibbled the rim lightly with my teeth. I teased the smooth flesh with my tongue and took it all the way in. 'Jesus!' he exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. 'Hurry-would you!' I sighed deep inside. The cock tasted so good and smelled like deodorant or cologne-it was clean and more tantalizing than the cocks on the ranch. I could have sucked his cock all day. But he was too nervous to let me take my time.
My head bobbed up and down. The rugged purple veins and crimson head rubbed my cheeks and the roof of my mouth as I sucked. I yearned to have him eat my pussy. A hand slid my sweatshirt up and began to fondle my tits as I worked. It made me hotter. Hitler was still being a good dog and was sitting patiently outside the passenger door. The two-way radio made crackling noises and a voice came over it every once in a while. He even had to pick up the mike and answer it once.
I worked as fast as I could under the circumstances, making him shiver and thrill to my educated mouth. I sucked hard on his cock. Then I blew, to add more thrills. Carefully, so as not to break his zipper or hurt him, I worked the open fly down. His balls and prick came all the way out without any trouble. He had nice balls. They were big and hung low in their leathery sack. I rolled them between my fingers. I rubbed and pinched the hairy flesh of his bag and rubbed between the balls and his prick.
With his hard-on out of his pants all the way, I could deep-throat him. I ran my mouth all the way down, until my nose was pressed into his black pubic hair. I nodded my head back and forth and then from side to side. I pulled up a little. The cop laced his fingers into my hair and whistled in appreciation. He even forgot about my tits and bunched-up sweatshirt.
I let the stiff cock slip almost out of my mouth. Catching it at the last second, I swirled my tongue around and around his scarlet head. Then I sucked on it again. He released my hair and shakily began to fondle my tit again. The zipper of his pants was sharp and rough as my face rubbed against it. His big belt was smooth but hard. His balls were a delight to play with, and I couldn't have had a more satisfying cock in my throat.
I needed release too. I had to ease the hot, sticky feeling between my legs. I let go of his balls. Undoing my own pants, I worked my fingers inside my panties, past the pubic hair until I reached my clit. I kept a steady suck pace on his prick as I began to rub my little joy button with wild abandon. The cop squeezed my tit and teased my nipple as he watched my hand twist and strain inside my pants. The nylon crotch was wet. My honey hung suspended between the material and my hole, like threads of wet string. I was so hot that my curly pubic hair collected beads of cuntjuice.
I didn't allow myself to forget about the glorious piece of prick in my mouth. It still tasted warm and salty. It was throbbing hard, almost to the point of spilling its load. As the ache grew hotter inside my pussy, I began to race over his shaft faster and faster, twisting and twirling with delight, as his hands gave away his own urgent need.
My fingers were busy and I was rapidly getting so I'd be released from the hell I was trapped in. Then I felt the first violent tremor ripple along his erection and I knew I was a split second away from drinking his cum. His milky stuff gushed into my mouth. I sucked quick and hard so I wouldn't leave a trace of jizz on his uniform pants. It tasted as good as he smelled. I wanted to let it roll around on my tongue and slide slowly down my throat so I could linger over it, but I couldn't risk it.
I still hadn't climaxed by the time his cock had shrank and I'd zipped his fly up. Watching me closely, he smoothed my sweatshirt back in place and volunteered to finish me off. Nodding eagerly, I tugged my clothing down to where he could get his hands in the right position. His fingers were like magic. They were strong and smooth. I shook as he found my cunt and drew my cuntlips apart, exposing my clit. He made my pussy thrill.
He twisted around so he could use both hands. Forcing his big fingers into my cunt, he pulled in and out, teasing my clit. Being very careful not to let other cars guess what was going on, I moaned in heat until I boiled over and shuddered my way to happiness.
When I'd straightened my clothes, he let me get out. He admitted he liked me and was sorry he had to make me go back. True to my promise, I turned immediately and headed down the long dirt road that led to the ranch. Hitler stayed right on my heels, wagging his tail all the way. I felt completely whipped. I knew that Jack Rabbit had taken my money but I had no proof. What was worse was that there wasn't any way to earn more. I hated having to stay where I was-being nothing more than a slave to whatever body wanted me at the moment. But even that was better than losing Hitler.
CHAPTER NINE
Two very unhappy days passed. The fifteen year-old boy I was forced to live with was far from a good companion. His cock was small. He was clumsy. We didn't have anything to talk about. To make me even more miserable, Mark stayed completely away from me. I went through all the motions of being a good member of the commune. I did my chores on time. I let any boy, who wanted to, fuck me. I didn't complain and I followed orders.
The only person I could talk to was Trinket. If it hadn't been for her and Hitler, I don't know what I would have done. The three of us went back to spending most of our time together. We did the same things as before. We hiked, talked, worked, and shared our miseries. Trinket had a lot of problems. She was so young and lonely. She was still developing and went through periods when her tits were real tender. She needed to play once in a while and have a chance to dress up and feel like a lady.
The third day back it seemed like everything crashed in on top of her. Her tits were sore and the boys didn't care. When they felt her tits they fondled them roughly. There had been more than the normal mouths to feed so we'd had to work harder and longer. She had worn out her last pair of frilly panties. Her last nice blouse was shot and she was homesick.
We shouldn't have gone out that morning and yet we needed to. We needed to be alone, where we could feel sorry for ourselves and share our problems in the hopes that we'd get over the pain. That was why, an hour after we'd finished breakfast and the chores, we were in our hiding place. We spread our blanket and leaned back against the boulders to rest and talk.
Trinket started out calm enough, but quickly became upset. She started to cry and sob her eyes out. My heart went out to her. I put my arms around her and cuddled her head to my tits. She leaned against me and cried for a long time. I patted her head helplessly and did the best I could to mother her.
Hitler curled up beside us with his tail tucked tightly against his rump. As it happened, my blouse wasn't even buttoned when I cuddled Trinket to me. It wasn't long, before her cheek was resting against my soft, naked flesh. Her salty tears ran across her cheeks, over my ripe tits and on down to my tummy. They warmed my tits in a soothing way. She moved her cheek and her long hair brushed against me. It caressed as it slid smoothly across my tits.
