Linda's talented tongue

J T Watson Linda_s talented tongue

CHAPTER ONE

The girl was young, no more than eighteen, with honey-blonde hair and abundant tits. Tanner surveyed her with the critical eye of a man who knew pussy.

He didn't feel like she'd be too good. Probably dumb in bed and he'd have to tell her everything. Tanner sighed. Well, at least she was different and he was in the mood for something different.

He pulled his patrol car to the curb and got out. The girl's eyes went wide when she saw his uniform and the big gun strapped to his wrist.

"Get in the car, girlie," he ordered.

"But I'm waiting on the bus," the girl protested. Tanner jerked her suitcase from her hand and dropped it into the back seat of his patrol car.

"Get into the car," he said. "I don't have all day. You think picking up runaway teenagers is all I have to do?"

The girl looked downcast as she realized that he knew she was running away, Her shoulders drooping, she did as she was told. As she slid into the car, Tanner caught a glimpse of white thigh as her short skirt slid up.

She pulled it down quickly when she saw Tanner grinning at her.

Tanner got into the driver's seat and started his engine. He drove the squad car slowly out of town. He found the place he was looking for and drove into the shadow of some frees, out of sight of the road.

Tanner turned off the ignition and put the keys in his shirt pocket. He turned to look at the girl, his white teeth showing under a wicked grin.

"My name's Lon Tanner," he said. "I always like the girls to know who I am. I'm the deputy out here. The only one for miles around."

"I thought you were taking me to jail," the girl said with frightened eyes. "What are we stopping out here for?"

Tanner sighed. "Now come on, honey. You're not stupid. Now there's two things I can do with you. I can take you to jail and wait until your folks come for you."

"No!" the girl cried. "You don't like that way. Why not?" "Because he beats me! My father beats me. All the time." "That's too bad," Tanner said. "But like I say: There's two ways we can go. That's only one of them."

"What's the other way?" the girl asked. Tanner could see that the girl had forgotten about her short skirt. She had turned toward Tanner, with misery in her blue eyes, and her short skirt had hiked up her white thighs.

Tanner had been thinking about taking her home to bed but there was something about her thighs that was turning him on more than he thought possible.

"Well," Tanner said. "For a price I could let you go. I'd even take you up to the bus station and put you on myself."

"But I don't have any money," the girl said. "I spent everything I had on my ticket."

"I wasn't talking about money," Tanner explained.

Suddenly the girl seemed to understand. She jerked back from him and tugged her skirt down once more. Her face had blushed a crimson red.

"I couldn't," she said. "I couldn't do, anything like that!"

"Okay," Tanner agreed. "Let's go to jail." He reached for his keys and the girl stopped him. He wasn't surprised. They always stopped him. He had played the same game many times before.

"What do I have to do?" Tanner grinned at her and got out of the car. He walked to the trunk and took out his blanket. He spread it carefully on the ground.

"I don't like to fuck in the car," he explained. "Too cramped."

The girl blushed again at his expression and she showed signs of wanting to run away. That was all tight with Tanner. He liked them scared.

He took off his pistol and locked it in the trunk of the car. He didn't want to take any chances of any of the sweet young things ever putting a magnum slug through his head.

The girl seemed frozen as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He stripped off the shirt and then the undershirt. He saw her eyes go to the white scars on his chest.

"War wounds," he explained.

He stripped off his trousers. He never wore shorts. His cock was not hard. It dangled limply between his legs. But he knew that in only a moment it would be.

"Get your clothes off," Tanner said.

She turned to run. He caught her in two strides. He caught her around the waist and pulled her close so that her ass was against his cock. He got immediately hard. He brought his hands up to squeeze her tits.

"Nice," he said. "You shouldn't be afraid to show it off."

He tugged at her sweater and slipped his fingers beneath her bra. He found her nipples and began to massage them.

"I didn't think you were much at first," he said. "But you sure got an ass on you. Is that where your father likes to strap you? Across your naked ass?"

She tried to pull away but he slowly forced her toward the blanket. He took her hand and twisted it until she went down on her knees. His cock looked her in the face.

"Give it a kiss, baby," he commanded.

"No!" she pleaded.

"Damn you," he said. He grabbed up a handful of her hair and pulled. "Give it a kiss or I'll break your little neck!"

She gave the head of his throbbing cock a little peck and drew back in evident disgust. He took her by both sides of her head and pulled her back to him again. Her mouth was closed tight as he pushed his stiff meat against her lips.

"Open your mouth," he said. "Open it!"

"No!"

He began to squeeze her head until she had no choice. Her mouth opened and he pushed his dick against her teeth, until they opened and he pushed deeper into her mouth. She gagged, but he wouldn't withdraw his cock.

"Don't you bite me, honey," he said. "I'll kick your teeth in!"

She began to suck him. He drove in deep and then back and then almost to his balls again. "Umn!" he cried. "With a little practice you'd make a good cocksucker!"

He felt the tingle in his balls and he drew back. He didn't want to come so soon. He had other plans. His dick left her mouth with a popping sound. He thought the girl was going to be sick-her face had grown pale and white and she was shaking.

She didn't protest as he pulled off her sweater. His eyes popped out. She had firm, womanly tits under the white bra. They were the tits of a much more mature woman.

"Baby," he said. "I bet the boys tried to grab hold of them!"

She only nodded as he unhooked her bra and let her tits tumble out. He pushed her backwards and he sucked one tit into his mouth. He teased the nipple with his tongue-she had a sweet-tasting flesh.

He ran his hands up under her skirt and squeezed her ass. Her ass was firm and full. "God," he said. "What a body! And to think I thought you were just an average cunt!"

Quickly he drew back so that he could strip off the rest of her clothes. She wore cheap white panties and he jerked them off in disgust.

"A girl like you should be wearing expensive stuff," Tanner said.

"Please," she begged. "Please don't hurt me- I'll do what you want but I can't stand to be hurt!"

Tanner slapped her face. "You'll do what I want anyway. No matter what I do. But I don't think I'll have to hurt you anymore."

He pushed on her thighs and she opened them to him. He kissed her sweet blonde pussy, happy to see that the blonde hair was natural.

He stood up and walked to his car and grabbed his camera from under the seat. He always liked to take the pictures first. The pictures seemed to have more feeling when he was ready to fuck a girl.

This was how he really made his living-being a cop was just to be able to get the girls. Taking the pictures was what he really enjoyed and what made him all his money.

"No," she pleaded.

"Anything," he laughed. "You said anything. Well, this is anything. And if you don't pose for me, I'm going to hurt you. Understand?"

She nodded. He posed her. He posed her with her fingers holding her pussy apart. He posed her with her beautiful ass high in the air. He posed her with her hands holding up her tits for the camera eye.

He took nearly a hundred pictures before he felt he had enough and put his camera back. She watched him with wide open eyes as he walked back to her again.