"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.
CHAPI'ER SIX
"Then these people gave me a ride to where you picked me up," Lyn finished, lying next to Frank in the bed. They were both smoking, something Lyn rarely did. But retelling the story of her adventures and abuses had made her nervous.
Frank sat up and swung his feet off the bed.
"Where're you going?" the girl asked.
''Into the other room," he answered. "I'll crash on the noor." ''No," she said, more stemly than she'd intended.
"Look," he said, turning to face her. "You've had a rough day, and you need a good night's sleep. You take the 'set, I'll be all right on the floor."
"Why don't you sleep here, too?" Lyn asked.
"Because," he replied, "I might wake up a little and forget who you are or what you've just told me and screw you."
"I don't mind," she assured him. "Really.
"Actually," Lyn continued, "I don't care. I'm not a virgin any longer. It doesn't matter whether I ~4 get screwed now or not."
"Yes, it does," Frank retorted. "It's your body, and you ought to decide who you want to have it."
He started to rise, but she caught his arm.
"Please," she whispered. "Stay with me.
I… I have nightmares if I'm by myself."
In the dim light, he could still see her eyes imploring him, so he swung himself back into the bed and slid his arms around her. Lyn clung to him, trembling, her trim, youthful body vibrating agiunst his. Despite himself, Frank wanted her more than he had when she'd fast stripped and exhibited herself to him.
Lyn seemed to sense that. She rubbed her fingertips along his jaw, then tilted his head so she could kiss him. Frank was the only person who had treated her decently and she felt safe with him, although she didn't know why.
When her mouth met his agiun, his arms tightened around her a tilde. The extra pressure wasn't enough to scare her, or to cause any pain, but it was enough to press her firm, jaunty tits to his chest. He let her work her tongue across his lips for a moment or so, then eased his own tongue forward to meet hers.
Their tongues danced against each other's as he stated caressing- her back. Gradually, he was caressing her from her shoulders to the tips of her thighs. They were on their sides and Lyn lifted one leg and draped it over his hip, giving him complete access to her cunt if he wanted it. Something had told her, as soon as she'd seen the look in his eye after taking off her sweatshirt, that this man was goir; to be different than the others she'd encountered.