Chapter 8

A large hand pulled Ed to his feet. The flashlight beam played over Jeanette's body as she tried in vain to cover up.

She was confused and afraid. Were these rapists or murderers? She searched frantically for her skirt and panties.

"Settle down there, little girl. We're the police."

They held their badges in front of the light. She still could not see their faces. They were just two hulking uniformed figures in the night.

"Can I get my clothes on, please?" she asked.

"Don't be in such a hurry there. We need to examine the evidence here first."

One of the cops shined his flashlight on the blanket. He found the bottle of bourbon. He found Jeanette's purse and looked through it until he found her ID card.

"Just as I thought," he said. "This little girl is underage. What's the world coming to when a sweet child like this is out fucking and drinking?"

He walked over, and shined his flashlight into Ed's worried face.

"You're in a heap of trouble, boy. First there's contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Then there's the matter of a little statutory rape. Bill, why don't you take this fellow over to the squad car and read him his rights, while I question the victim here."

Jeanette was alone with the burly policeman, who kept his light on her body. She managed to slip her bra down and close her blouse, but the most she could do to cover her pussy was to keep her legs close together.

"Can't you let us go, officer. We weren't doing anything really bad."

"We could. But why should we?"

"Out of the goodness of your heart?" she asked.

"Nope, I'll need a better reason than that." He stepped a little closer and her trembling arm was almost against the blue wool of his uniform.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"It gets pretty lonesome out here in the boondocks, and it don't help any to see all you young people humping each other's brains out. Now if you wanted to give a little relief to the guardians of justice here -- me and my partner -- we might be disposed to let you go this time."

"You can't make me do that," Jeanette replied angrily.

"Now I wouldn't want to force you into anything, baby. But seeing as how you already fuck like a bunny, you might just enjoy getting it from a real man for a change, instead of these little boys."

"No, I won't do that."

"OK, we'll just head on down to the station and call your parents. Maybe you won't get kicked out of school, but then again you probably will. You have the right to remain silent..." He began reading from a little plastic card in his hand.

"Wait," she said. "What exactly would I have to do?"

The policeman smiled and his teeth shone against his shadowy face. "You can start by slipping that little blouse off and letting me have a look at that young body of yours."

She let her blouse and bra drop to the ground and stood naked in front of him. She could smell the tobacco on his breath as he towered above her. He reached out and cupped her breast, molding it with his rough palm. He hung the flashlight on the belt of his uniform and pushed between her thighs with his other hand. One of his fingers slid into her wet curd.

"Jesus," he said. "Your little pussy is just as wet as it can be."

Jeanette was still afraid, but becoming excited by the contact of the big man's hands. She looked up at his face, half expecting him to kiss her.

"Now," he said, abruptly withdrawing his finger.

"You can get down on your knees, you little whore. Did you think I'd kiss you after you've probably been sucking sperm all night?"

She was really frightened now, and hurried to obey him. She felt something smooth and round and hard being pushed against her lips.

"Kiss my stick," he said.

"What did you say?"

"Kiss my baton, and suck it, you little slut."

She took the long nightstick in her mouth, holding it in her hands as if it were a cock. She could hear his heavy breathing above her. He turned on his flashlight again and shined it at her face, watching her suck and caress the stick. He pulled the nightstick away and told her to unzip his pants.

She unzipped his pants and without awaiting further orders, reached in. His cock was still soft and she had to tug at it to make it reach the outside of his baggy trousers.

"It's soft," she said.

"Well, work on it a little then," he said angrily.

She took the tip of the cock in her mouth and sucked at it. His wool pants smelled like mothballs. Finally his prick began to swell, but not for long. It became stiff, but still did not measure four inches in length. She sucked at his little prick vigorously, hoping to get the whole thing over with quickly. Somehow the man whose face she could not see reminded her of her father. Suddenly, the policeman's huge body heaved and he shot a few drops of cum and his cock began to shrivel again. He pulled away and zipped his pants.

"You wait right there," he ordered, and disappeared toward the parking lot.

She waited, scared to move. She could barely see the flashing of the patrol car's red light on the other side of the trees. Soon she heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

The other cop, who was much shorter, swaggered up to her and took off his cap. Her eyes were accustomed to the dark now and she could tell his hair was red and that he had freckles.

"Well, honey, you just lie back there and spread those legs. You're going to have the time of your life."

She was still afraid of the other policeman and she did as she was told. The short stocky cop stood over her and slowly unzipped his pants. Then in the darkness, she saw him pull out his huge cock. It was as big as a baby's arm!

"No, please!" she begged as he began to work the huge fuck with his fist. "I'm almost a virgin!"

The man just laughed and said, "This will break you in pretty darn quick, honey."

"Let me just suck it, please? It will never fit inside me. I'll tear and die."

The cop laughed again. He kneeled down between her legs and placed the large purple head of his cock against the wet lips of her pussy.

She was terrified but fascinated. What a way to die, she thought. She tried to crawl back away from him but he gripped her hips and drew her to him. He continued to work the huge cock back and forth between her pussy lips in anticipation of thrusting it into the young cunt of his victim.

"Please, please!" Jeanette begged. "I'm not wet enough! I'll split!"

He stopped. "You feel wet enough, but since you're so scared I'm going to do you a big favor and suck your cunt a little before I ram this huge fucker into you. I don't do this for just anybody."

He went down on her roughly and bit her clitoris. It was painful to her but at least it postponed the agony of him entering her, and she bore it bravely.

All too quickly he asked, "Is that enough foreplay?"

"No, no, you do that so well. Keep eating. Keep eating."

He did.

She sensed that he was getting tired of it and had resigned herself to his assault when his partner came crashing through the woods. "Policeman down! Policeman down!" the man yelled.

"I know, I know," the stocky cop slurped.

"Come on, Bill," the other cop said, pulling him to his feet. "There's a cop been shot. We've got to go."

"Sorry, doll," the red-haired cop said as he left. "Up yours," she whispered in reply. She was weeping as she gathered up her clothes and got dressed quickly. In a moment, Ed returned.

"Did they hurt you?" he asked. She shook her head.

Ed rubbed his ass. "That big cop buggered me. I'm glad they spared you."

"Me too," she said, and fell into his arms. Then they both began to laugh in relief.

They sat in the convertible and talked awhile. They were soon totally relaxed and Jeanette felt her passions arise again. She reached into Ed's lap and grasped his cock.

"Want me to suck your stick?" she asked.