Sheriff Henry Gilbert was feeling pretty pleased with himself. He had never had things quite so good. It wasn't just the free pussy, although that schoolteacher had been something else. He wondered how Dan Jacobs had ever gotten photographs of that sweet young thing.
But there were a lot of things that were going good for him.
Money, for one thing. He had never had as much money as he'd wanted, but now he could see it coming. All the money a man could ask for and five beautiful women for the taking. It was a good life after all.
He did his usual patrol that evening, and he saw the young girl get off the bus. Runaway was the first thought that struck his mind. He didn't remember seeing any flyers on the girl, but he knew that such a young, sweetlooking thing had to be running away.
He edged his car over to the side of the road, and got out.
He was right. The young girl was looking at everyone but him. He wondered how young she was. She didn't look much older than fifteen. She wore a skirt that showed off an inch of her creamy thighs. Her breasts were small but firm and her tight blouse showed them off to good advantage.
He wondered how it would feel to put his lips to her sweet buds.
"God," he said out loud. "I'm getting to be a horny devil. I might have to go see one of my friends tonight."
He laughed out loud and rubbed his crotch.
"Miss?" he said.
The girl turned and looked at him and he saw the quick rise of her titties. Her face was pale and there was alarm in her eyes.
Definitely a runaway, he thought.
"Miss?" he said again.
She pretended she didn't hear him. She started walking in the other direction. He quickened his steps. He didn't catch up too quickly, though. He enjoyed the way her pert ass wiggled under that skirt.
He finally caught up and grabbed her elbow.
"Hold on, little darling," he said.
The girl stopped dead still. He could almost hear the beating of her heart. Her skin felt soft and satiny, and again he wondered what it would be like to fuck a girl this young.
Jailbait, his mind warned. Stay away from girls like this one. You got too much good going to fuck it up now. But he could still feel the aching at his crotch.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Just to ask a few questions," he said. "Why don't we walk back to my car?"
"I'm in a hurry," she said. "I can't stop now. I'm meeting someone."
It was obvious that she was lying. He had played these games with runaways before. They always lied. Some of them would even try conning you. Once a young girl had offered him the best piece of ass he'd ever had if he'd let her go. It was a rotten fuck. She just lay there, in the back holding cell, and never uttered a word while he fucked her. She had been jailbait too, but he hadn't had so many things going then.
Again he wondered what it would be like to fuck this one. Would she offer it to him? He wondered if he would be able to turn it down. She just looked so damned sweet and innocent.
"Who?" he asked. "Who were you going to meet?"
"Mr. Stephens," she said quickly. Too quickly. "He's my uncle."
"There's no Mr. Stephens in this town," he said. He grinned at her.
"Oh," she stammered. "I-I thought…"
"Come on," he said.
He took her firmly by the arm and directed her to his car. He opened the door and she got into the front seat. She didn't try to escape as he walked around and slipped into the driver's side.
"Okay," he said. "What's your name and where are you running away from?"
Her shoulders sagged. She knew she was caught.
"Angie," she said. "I'm running away from my stepmother. She doesn't love me."
"That's too bad," he said sympathetically. "I wouldn't make you go back but I have a job to do."
She nodded. She was silent as he drove her to the jail. He kept wondering what kind of ruse she was going to try. Was she going to run, to lie, to fight? Sometimes he liked it when they fought. Maybe she'd offer him a piece of ass. He felt his crotch tighten. Maybe he would accept.
He opened the office and pushed her inside. He closed the door. The radio operator had already stopped for the evening. The benefit of working for a small town where the county took care of most of the police problems.
"Okay, little darling," he said. "What's your number at home? I'll call for them to pick you up."
She didn't answer right away. When she did her voice was trembling.
"Please," she said. "Don't make me go back. I'd do anything not to go back there. Anything at all."
He was a little surprised. He just hadn't expected her to make an offer like that. She looked so innocent. Maybe she really did hate her stepmother that much.
He kept thinking that something wasn't right about this little girl, but his prick was already half-hard and he was having mental pictures of what her young body would look like.
"What do you mean by anything?" he asked.
She hesitated. Her eyes were frightened. She reminded him of a timid deer he had once put a gun on. He had known that he was going to pull the trigger, but he took a lot of pleasure in the simple act of it being frightened.
"What do you mean by anything?" he repeated.
"Anything," she said finally. "Anything you want me to do. Anything at all. Only you have to promise me that I won't have to go back to her."
"Hmmmm," he said. "Maybe we could work something out. Maybe I could see that you got put on a bus out of town in a couple of hours."
"Anything," she said again.
"Come here," he said.
He felt a brutal passion rising in him. She stopped a few inches away.
"Closer," he said.
She sighed. He could see her mind working. She was wondering if she really wanted to go through with it. He waited until she made up her mind. She moved closer.
He saw her flinch as he put one hand on her thigh just below the edge of her skirt.
"You feel good," he said softly. "Nice and soft. You've got a sweet looking body."
There was a tear in her eye. He also noticed that she was biting her lip, perhaps to keep from saying something that would make him angry. He felt his cock tingling and aching to be released.
Damn, but he was going to enjoy this. She was a fine looking piece and she was frightened of him. That was the perfect combination. Inexperience and fright. It made his blood boil.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
She shook her head no.
"How many times?" he asked.
She was blushing. He knew it couldn't have been many times. He was a little upset that she wasn't a virgin, but that didn't matter.
"How many times, damn it?" he asked.
"Just once," she admitted softly. "My boyfriend."
He smiled. His hand went higher on her thigh, caressing and pinching the creamy flesh. He allowed one finger to slip between her legs. He touched the edge of her panties. Again she flinched and almost pulled away. He took his hand away.
"You're nice," he said. "Walk back there to the little cell. I'll be there in a moment."
She nodded dumbly and followed his directions. He waited until she was out of sight before he took the bottle from his desk and drank deeply. He had to relax a little. He didn't want to blow his nuts too fast.
Damn, she was a sweet-looking piece.
He put the bottle away. He stripped off his shirt and trousers. He looked at himself in the mirror. He still had a good body. No fat. His shorts bulged in front. He started to take them off but he stopped.
"No," he said out loud. "I think I'll let the little darling do that."
He walked back. She was sitting on the edge of the cell's bunk. She had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse but there she had stopped. He could see the top of her black bra. Her legs were crossed and he could see more of her thighs.
Her eyes opened wide when she saw him.
"I've changed my mind," she said. "I'll go back. Call them."
"We made a deal, baby," he said. "It's too late to back out now."
"No," she said. "I can't do it. Please don't make me. Let me go home."
Any other time he would have stopped, but this little piece was just so delicious. He suddenly realized it was going to have to be rape and his cock grew harder. He was big enough to force her. He wanted to force her.
"No," she said.
"We made a deal," he said.
She tried to run. She jumped up but there was no place she could go. He slapped her in the face and she fell backward. She jumped up again but he grabbed her arms and forced her back on the cot again.
"You're going to like it," he said. "Don't fight."
Tears of fear and anger streaked her face. She tried to move her hands but he held them in a strong grip. He lifted them above her head and leaned his weight against her.
Her eyes popped open wide again as she felt his steelhard cock pressing against her.
"Please," she begged him. "Please let me go home. Please. I'm sorry I ran away. Please let me go home."
"Sure," he said. "After I'm done you can go anywhere you like. I promise."
She turned into a little wildcat. She tried to bite and she spat at him. He had to let go of one hand as he rolled to avoid her upraised knee. He slapped her and left a red welt across her face.
She seemed to ignore the slap. She was stronger than he realized. Again she tried the upraised knee.
"Goddamn little bitch," he said. "Stop, or you're really going to get hurt."
She wouldn't stop. She got her fingernails into his cheek and ripped downward. He tasted his own blood. Her knee caught him in the balls this time. A deep rage went through him.
"Fucking bitch!" he shouted.
He jumped up and lifted her by her hair. This time he closed his fist and punched her in the stomach. She bent double and he began slapping her face. His heavy hand left red welts across her skin.
"Bitch!" he yelled.
He couldn't control himself. He took hold of her blouse and ripped it downward. Her buttons popped off and flew across the room.
"I'll show you," he said.
He hotly ogled her young, creamy titties. He wanted to see more. He bent her over and broke the clasp on her bra. He jerked it off her.
"Fucking little cunt," he said. "You were made for fucking. Play games with me. Play games, will you!"
She was pale and frightened. She had quit fighting. He pushed her back on the cot and dropped on top of her. His lips found the sweet nipples on her titties. He kissed and bit them. He, rubbed his tongue over them. He felt them grow hard under his mouth's caress.
He laughed loudly.
"You cunts are all alike," he said. "You fight it but you love it. You Goddamn love it."
He sucked her sweet tit once more into his mouth. He felt as if he were devouring her creamy flesh. God, he had never felt so hot. He went down her belly with his tongue. He pushed his tongue into her navel. He went back up and pressed his hot lips against hers.
She tried to turn her head away from his penetrating tongue. He lifted up and once more slapped her hard across the face. Another red welt was left.
"Still," he said. "Be still, Goddamn it."
He kissed her again and this time she offered no resistance as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
He could taste the sweet innocence of her mouth and tongue. God, how he loved these young ones.
He reached down and jerked up her skirt. He reached between his own legs and released his cock. He wanted to feel his cock rubbing against her satin skin. He felt the cock-head touch her and he shivered.
"Feel good, baby," he said. "You feel so fucking good. There ain't no sense fighting. You're going to get it anyway. There ain't no sense fighting."
He kissed her throat and shoulders and then dropped his mouth back to her titties again. He could tell that she was starting to get turned on. He knew of no woman who could resist the temptation very long. Especially once his lips touched her titties.
He went lower. He knew what he wanted to do. He could almost taste her sweet young pussy. His mouth watered for her. He kissed her belly once more.
He went lower until he was looking at her flimsy black panties. He licked his lips as he looked at the curly blonde pussy hairs curling out from the panties.
"Please," she whispered. "What are you doing?"
He kissed her inner thighs and sucked some of her pussy hairs into his mouth. He licked her cunt through her panties.
"Stop," she moaned. "Don't. Stop."
He reached up and grasped her panties. She wouldn't lift her hips to help him take them off. He grew angry again. He reached underneath her and grasped her ass. He squeezed hard and lifted her up. He pressed his lips and teeth next to her cunt.
"Oh stop," she pleaded.
He released her and this time grabbed the edge of her panties. He ripped them down to her knees. He didn't get them any farther but he didn't give a damn. Her swollen mound was visible to his hungry eyes. He licked at her gash and she shivered.
"You're going to like this," he said.
He pushed his face between her legs. His tongue slipped easily into her cunt. A sweet-tasting pink pussy! He pushed his tongue farther up and began to lap at her juices.
She began to get hot immediately. Her body began to squirm as she tried to get away from his probing tongue.
He knew what she needed. He found her swollen clit with his tongue. He heard her scream as his lips closed over her hard bud. He really began to eat her. His lips and tongue worked on her clit until she was really juicy.
He felt his cock pounding and he knew he could wait no longer.
He pulled his face from between her legs and went up her body. He felt his cock pressed against her mound. He reached between them and grasped his cock-head between his fingers.
"Get ready, darling," he said. "Get ready, little darling. I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
She screamed but he cut it short by pushing his mouth against hers. Jesus, she was tight. He felt his cockhead press between the outer lips of her cunt. He gave another gentle nudge and her pussy seemed to open up to him.
He went into her hot, tight cunt up to his balls.
"Jesus Christ," he said softly. "You are a sweet-feeling piece of ass."
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God!"
He couldn't be gentle. His rod was so hot that he was almost hurting. He withdrew his cock part way and slammed it violently back into her again. She groaned. He felt his balls slap her and it was a delicious feeling.
"Jesus," he gasped. "Jesus!"
He couldn't control himself. It had never felt so good. He pulled his cock out and grabbed her legs. She protested but nothing would stop him. He lifted her legs up above her head. Her sweet pink pussy was completely exposed. He leaned over her and pressed his cock against her again.
"No," she begged him.
He slammed his cock into her again, deeper than before. He felt her hot cunt walls working on his cock-head. Goddamn finest piece of ass he'd ever had! He slammed into her again. His balls slapped loudly.
He couldn't slow down. He kept driving his prick relentlessly into her sweet cunt. Again and again he felt her moan as his cock stroked her.
"Ahhh baby," he moaned. "Little darling, this is sweet. Goddamn fucking sweet. Sweetest hot box I've ever had. Oh shit, baby, you're tight."
He could no longer hold back. He could feel the sperm building in his balls. He felt the fiery liquid coming up through is rod into his cock-head.
"Ahhh shit," he groaned. "AHHHH FUCKING SHIT! JESUS FUCKING CHRISTTT!"
He exploded into her with a geyser of hot sperm. He filled her cunt as he had never filled a woman's cunt before. He kept squirting into her until he wondered where it had all come from.
Jesus, it was fine.
He moaned as the last cum-drop escaped his cock. The girl was sobbing quietly. He kept his cock in her until it went limp and slowly fell out.
"Goddamn," he said softly.
He looked down at the girl and realized what he had done. It was crazy. She looked as if she had gone through a meat grinder. He had left a dozen marks on her. He had to get her out quickly. Get her dressed and get her out.
He was in a panic. He had loved it. Loved every minute of it, but he might have hurt her and there could be no doubt that he had ripped her clothes off.
A blouse, he thought. He was going to have to get her a blouse.
Only then did he become aware that someone was laughing. He turned scared eyes toward the door in the cell. There were three people standing there. Two women. He remembered their names. Julia Johnson and Carolyn Merrit. He had fucked Julia. He had fucked her silly. He hadn't got around to Carolyn.
And there was a man there. He didn't know him. He had a camera. One really fancy job. Julia was smiling at him. She held a roll of film in her hands.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"We're going to deal," Julia said sweetly. "You're going to trade us a few pictures or you're going to go to jail for a long time for a little rape."
"You wouldn't dare," he said.
He didn't like the way she looked at him.