Chapter 5
The irony of it all was that it happened that very afternoon, while the sheriff and his sultry wife were both plotting to take their daughter's cherry.
While the county sheriff went methodically about his business, avoiding his office whenever possible because he hated to be confined, preferring to drive around to various points in the country to chat with different people, and while his wife Val was showering her sensuous body at home after her torrid clash with the deputy sheriff's wife, young Vicky Watkins had some rather naive but very lewd ideas about her own virginity.
They concerned the man she had a tremendous crush on, a secret worship common to most girls her age, the kind of adolescent infatuation that had lost countless cherries since time began.
Vicky was strikingly pretty, with large luminous black eyes and long, glistening dark hair and the face of an angel. It was her mother's face really, but without the years of strenuous, jaded sex and cynicism and secret cruelty.
She also had all the lush promise of her mother's body, slender but with beautifully ripening tits, a soft, luscious ass and sleek legs. She would be a knockout when she blossomed out in her prime, in just a few more years.
Every stud in town—and quite a few sheep, too—stared longingly at Vicky's gorgeous little ass when she walked down the street. But no one dared to do anything about it. If you knew the sheriff, you might as well put a loaded gun to your head and playfully tickle the trigger. Big Ed adored his daughter, and if you yearned to be buried in the grassy cemetery overlooking the vast blue Pacific at a ripe old age, you'd best forget about it. Look, yes, gape all you want and jerk off in private, but don't go near the sheriffs sweet-assed daughter.
Not that Vicky encouraged anyone. She had the shy disposition of a classic virgin, a wholesome, sunny smile, a quiet but friendly manner, a politeness that warmed the hearts of those who knew her.
She also warmed a few crotches around the sheriff's office without knowing it, of course. Vicky hung around her father's office quite a bit, now that summer vacation was here. Since he was frequently out, the deputies chatted with her while she waited.
That's how Vicky developed her girlish crush on the handsomest deputy, a tall, muscular young man with the kind of clean-cut young face that Hollywood once cast in horse operas. The fact that he was married only excited Vicky's interest further. Like most girls her age, she read Modern Romances, and everyone knew that married men were more romantic and exciting. She had a secret affair going on for weeks in her vivid imagination, unknown to her parents or anyone else. Vicky may have looked like a shimmering angel, but when she got that feverishly hot throbbing in her little pussy, she finger-fucked herself savagely just like any other healthy young girl.
Two and three times a day, lately.
Another thing the adolescent had inherited from both her parents was an extremely passionate sex drive. At her tender age, she was deeply frustrated because her glands were humming wildly away and her hot cherry ached for its proper initiation, and if something didn't happen soon besides frenzied masturbation morning, noon and night, Vicky felt as if she'd lose her young mind.
She was, in the coarse vernacular of small-town studs, a sitting duck for a fast hot fuck.
Her parents were totally unaware of Vicky's emotional and physical crisis. Simply because they screwed everything in sight that they could on the sly, sharing eager pussies like a picnic basket, gave them no insight whatever into Vicky's frantic situation. Both of them kept sex talk to a minimum in front of their daughter, assuming that until they introduced her to the subject themselves any day now, she would be completely safe.
They may have been wild, wanton swingers and swappers all their lives, but Vicky, they thought, was a good girl. Whatever else the brutal sheriff and his lust-inspired wife might be, they were still doting parents. Both of them were sharply alert to the follies and weaknesses of everyone else, but when it came to their angel-faced daughter, they were totally blind, like most parents.
Thus the hot treasure they both secretly lusted and plotted for was stolen away from under their very noses.
On this sunny afternoon at two o'clock, Vicky sauntered into the sheriff's office. There were two deputies there, including her secret affair, and they both smiled at her.
"Your dad's out as usual," the older deputy said. "Wanna play checkers while you wait, Vicky?"
She gave him her dazzling smile, a burning trickle starting in her throbbing cunt at the mere presence of the other deputy. In her throbbing adolescent heart he was Rudolph Valentino and Robert Redford and Paul Newman all rolled into one. All he had to do was grin at her and she felt as if she'd faint on the spot.
That was typical behavior for a very emotional high school girl, but Vicky's precocious sexual development now caused her to soak her sheer panties as she turned to him.
"Hi, Bob," she said cheerfully. "Um, are you busy?"
The dark-haired, muscled young man smiled casually at her. "Not breaking my fanny or anything. Why, Vicky?"
"Um, I need a ride out to my dad's cabin. I left some books out there last weekend and I can't study without 'em. You couldn't make a quick trip up there for me, could you, Bob?"
Because the older deputy was listening, she sounded as nonchalant as possible. It wasn't unusual for deputies to go out of their way for the sheriff's daughter. The cabin was only twenty minutes away, on a rocky cliff overlooking the ocean. What made it all so clean was that Bob never so much as glanced at her, as far as the sheriff and the other deputies could tell.
Besides, being married to a hot young blonde like Debbie ought to keep him limp and happy.
Bob shrugged. "What about it, Jim?" He turned to the other deputy. "Live without me for an hour or so?"
"Hell, you don't do anything around here anyway," Jim cracked. "Sure, give her a ride. If Dillinger shows up I'll call you on the circuit."
Bob grabbed his white Stetson, put it rakishly on his head, and guided Vicky out to his car. A few moments later it swung out of the lot with an impatient screech of rubber.
From the window, the other deputy watched with sad eyes. Poor dumb sonofabitch. Nice kid like that and he didn't even know his ass from a dry well. Everybody in town knew the sheriff was banging his sexy young wife, everybody but Bob. That goddamn Ed was a mean sonofabitch, doing something like that. With all the eager pussy in town, he picks on Bob's sweet wife, the prick.
Jim shrugged and turned back to some paperwork. None of his business. He had his own job to protect. But if the chance ever rose, which it wouldn't, and Ed's stunning wife ever propositioned him, he'd have his pecker out so fast it would be a blur. Fat chance, though.
Even in her girlish enthusiasm, Vicky knew that all the deputies feared her father, and that none of them would dream of touching her even if the opportunity arose. Now as Bob wheeled the white Chevy out of town along the coast highway, the schoolgirl began to gather up her nerve. How, she thought frantically, do you let a guy know you want to go to bed with him? Do you just come right out and blurt it out and cross your fingers? Or seize him in a hot embrace and whisper it in his ear? Inexperience and trembling fear of rejection filled her ripening young body. She fumbled in her purse for a cigarette and lit it. Bob looked at her sharply.
"Hey, does your father know you smoke?" He was shocked, Vicky could see, and she felt more daring than ever.
"No," she laughed. "If he did, he'd lock me up, right? I smoke dope sometimes, too," she added with a giggle. "Wanna bust me, Bob?"
"Jesus," he mumbled, shaking his head, "don't let him find out about that. He's Dick Tracy when it comes to grass."
"Everybody in school smokes grass," Vicky said, "even the teachers! I'm a big girl now, Bob," she said in a softer voice, licking her lips with nervousness.
"I noticed," he retorted, keeping his eyes on the highway. For a few weeks now, he'd been aware that the sheriff's daughter had a crush on him. Everytime she looked at him with those huge dark eyes, he could see her little tits firm up noticeably. She was a gorgeous little piece too, enough to make his prick tingle, and Bob would bet a week's salary that she was still a cherry too.
But you just didn't fuck with the sheriff's daughter, a cardinal rule of survival in this town. A man had to have his head up his ass so far his ears wiggled even to think about screwing Vicky. Besides, Bob had Debbie at home, luscious, tawny, all fire and silk and madly sucking pussy, so what did he want this kind of trouble for?
Well, he didn't, but his long cock sure did! Every time he was around Vicky he got a hard-on that felt like a bone fracture, straining fiercely at his pants. Christ, what he wouldn't give to take one quick shot at Vicky! Just a fast roll into that sweet, juicy young cunt, one for the memory, another scarce notch on his Sam Browne belt.
Bob didn't have many notches on it since he'd gotten married. He figured the risk wasn't worth it, because if Debbie found out, she could be a real bitch. He did occasionally plow a cop-groupie—all the deputies did once in a while—but essentially he was faithful to his wife.
Besides, he was damn certain Debbie wasn't screwing around on him...
The white Chevy pulled up in front of a neat cabin, secluded by a grove of trees on a cliff.
"Come on in with me," Vicky said eagerly. "I want to show you something."
Bob glanced at his watch nervously, then followed her up the porch. It wouldn't do to be gone too long. Ed liked to know what his men were doing at all times. Inside the meticulously neat cabin were bunk-beds, a fireplace, a thick shaggy fur rug in front of the fireplace—Bob was willing to bet a hell of a lot of cute, naked asses had rolled feverishly around on that rug. Hell, you could practically see the cunt-honey on it!—and a stunning view of the ocean through a large picture window.
He stood in the middle of the cabin facing Vicky curiously.
"What do you want to show me, Vicky?"
The demure but learning sheriff's daughter took a deep breath to brace her nerve. How do you tell a man you want him to screw you? Her innocence was total, so in her infatuated desperation she decided on the most brazen course of action.
"This," she whispered, and in one swift movement she slipped off her T-shirt to bare her naked tits. Then, her face burning, she quickly slipped off her jeans and then her panties, moving fast with shaking fingers so she wouldn't change her mind.
She stood before the dazed deputy now, her face flushed with embarrassment but her luminous eyes hot with purpose.
"How do you like me now?" she said hoarsely.
Bob gulped. Crazy fucking kid! He knew she had a crush on him, but he didn't expect this! Jesus, what a sweet young body with proud, lushly curved little tits, their bright-pink nipples swollen with desire, pointing upward as if begging to be kissed and sucked and fondled, her silky hips gently curved, almost boyish, her curly tangle of dark cunt-hairs moist with her juices, her skin glowing with sexy health.
Immediately Bob's prick leaped and quivered in his pants, in spite of his sudden fear. Jesus, if this were anyone but the Sheriff's daughter he'd leap on her with a howl of lust. All he had to do was touch that velvety hot flesh, just put his fingers on it and he'd get his brains blown from here to China. And while Debbie's husband wasn't very bright, he was sort of fond of his brains, limited though they might be.
"Better put your clothes back on," he said harshly.
Tears formed in her eyes and she shivered. She stepped up to him. "Don't you like me, Bob? Don't you want to make love to me?"
"Shit, yes!" he snapped, his fingers itching feverishly to clutch her cute naked ass in his hands and squeeze and stroke the ripe flesh. "But you know as well as I do what your father will do, Vicky! Christ, you think I want to leave Debbie a widow at her age?"
"I won't tell my father!" she swore fervently. "Honest, Bob! I'm not crazy." Having gone this far and feeling intensely aroused, desperately wanting to lose her virginity to this handsome cop she worshipped, Vicky decided to go all the way.
"I wouldn't worry about Debbie if I were you," she said in a low voice. "She's no angel either!"
Bob's eyes narrowed and he gripped her arms so fiercely Vicky winced in pain. "What do you mean by that? Tell me, goddammit!"
Suddenly Vicky was frightened by the blazing look in his eyes. "My dad and your wife!" she hissed. "They've been making it! Golly, Bob, everyone in town knows but you!"
He stared at her in stunned disbelief. "That's bullshit!" he finally croaked. "How do you know?"
"I heard it in the office the other day. Jim and Freddie were laughing about it, and they thought I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I heard every word! That's where Dad goes to lunch every day! Your house, with your wife."
The truth hit the deputy like a fist in his gut. So that's why they smirked at him in the office, giving each other big, shit-eating grins all the time when he was around. Those bastards!
He knew it was true now. Debbie working there nights as a dispatcher, right under the stud's nose, probably flaunting her hot tits and lush ass like a bargain basement sale of lust! That sneaky, slutty little bitch!
"You're hurting my arms," Vicky sobbed.
Quickly, Bob released her. His mind whirled dangerously, but as he calmed down a little, as his eyes focused on her naked young body standing inches away, his seething fury found its target.
An eye for an eye, a pussy for a pussy! Still flushed with anger, Bob began stripping quickly, his decision made. His wife he'd take care of in his own way, later on. But for now, he'd exhaust every depraved possibility with the apple of the sheriff's eye.
"Ever made it with anyone before?" Bob asked as he took off his shorts. His long red prick quivered eagerly above huge balls. Vicky's eyes widened and she couldn't take her eyes off of it. It both frightened and excited her, and above all it seemed impossibly huge. How would he get that mammoth thing inside her tight little pussy?
Her face reddened. "No," she whispered. "I'm a virgin."
"Well, hell, it's nothing to be ashamed about," he laughed, naked himself now. As he stared at her silken tits and curly cunt-nest and perfectly curved little ass, his lust began to dominate his anger. A cherry, by Christ! A blossoming beauty too. And she was hot for him, although trembling with fear.
"Don't worry, kid, I won't hurt you," Bob told her. Not until later, anyway. He eased her down onto the fur rug in front of the fireplace and got on top of her, but just to arouse her more, not to pierce her juicy pink slit yet.
For a couple of minutes Bob Frenched her and played with her madly heaving tits and teased her soaked thighs with his quivering prick. She was moaning and jerking awkwardly beneath him, expecting him just to ram home with his fleshy rod.
If she weren't a cherry, he would have. The deputy sheriff could hardly be considered poetic. His frantic blonde wife wouldn't recognize a poem if it jumped up and bit her in her plump ass. Still, he knew it would be a mortal sin not to go down on a feverishly budding piece like Vicky before ramming it home to her.
Exerting a control that was unusual for him, Bob slid down to her tits, cupping one in his strong hands and sucking on the fat little nipple to make her squeal with delight. Funny how tits all tasted different. Debbie's were hot and sexy and animal-tasting, sort of raw and pungent. Vicky's were fantastically sweet and honeyed, bursting with ripeness, a mouthful of puberty in its prime.
Now the deputy slid further down over her gently rounded belly, hunching his big shoulders beneath her soft thighs. He stared into her luscious little cunt, pink, sucking softly before his eyes, shiny with her juices, tiny and fragile and helpless.
"What... what're you gonna do?" Vicky asked breathlessly, feeling terrifically aroused. In her innocence, she didn't know what to expect, thinking he might just tease her there and lavish a few playful tickles on her.
Bob wasn't exactly the most devoted pussy-eater in the world. He thought that a girl could look like an ice cream cone and taste like rancid pork. He once went down on a girl in the back seat of a car, a gorgeous blonde, who tasted exactly like moldy limburger cheese.
Not bad at all, if you didn't breathe.
But as the fragrance of Vicky's cherry drifted up to his flared nostrils, he knew she was going to be sheer pussy delight. And when he dipped his long harsh tongue inside those lovely, rosy cunt-lips and it began to tingle madly with pleasure, the deputy knew he'd found the greatest appetizer since smoked baby clams.
"Oh, my Lord! Oh, Bob! Oh, Jeeeeezus, I... I love it, I love you! Oooooieeeee! Wowwwww! Unnngh!"
The tender virgin didn't even suspect anything like this existed. Wave after wave of dreamy bliss shot through her madly trembling cunt as Bob's tongue lashed deep to get at her thick honey. Beginning to cry with profound excitement, the sheriff's daughter wrapped her soft thighs tightly to his head, twined her fingers in his hair and started fucking his mouth in a frenzy of lust.
In less than a minute her first orgasm began boiling over in her thrilled cunt, and Vicky raised her ass high off the rug and shook it savagely, stunned at the delicious molten fire erupting in her virgin loins. As often as she'd secretly finger-fucked herself with erotic fantasies, they were bare tickles compared to what he was doing to her wildly thrashing pussy at this moment.
Suddenly a new kind of thrill exploded in Vicky's juicy cunt and she tugged at his hair deliriously and fought to catch her breath. He'd found her tiny clitoris and was now sucking it eagerly, whipping his tongue across it to drive her almost mad with excitement.
His mouth brutally clamped to her sweet young cunt-flesh, Bob was quickly becoming a pussy-eating devotee after all these years. Even Debbie, that treacherous little bitch, even his own wildly sexy wife didn't taste like this, didn't have this exquisite juiciness and heady fragrance, the irresistible magnetic lure of young cunt in its madly delicious prime.
Her silky thighs locked ferociously to his head and her naked, sweating ass swinging in a violent dance of ecstasy, Vicky came in a series of shattering orgasms, her wanton screams echoing throughout the cabin and beyond, rising above the pounding surf a hundred yards away.
In her innocence, she couldn't know how lucky she was. Most men would have simply mounted her and crudely ripped into her tight, tender little slit with animal selfishness, not giving a damn about the effects on her.
But it wasn't kindness or tenderness that drove the rugged deputy to eat her hot, luscious cherry first. It was curiosity and pride. First he wanted to know if she tasted half as delicious and exciting as she looked. Better, by God, ten times more scrumptious and juicy! Each mouthful of her cunt-honey that he gulped down greedily was better than a shot of Jim Beam. And for a chaser he licked a few times at the mouth of her little asshole to make her scream with joy. Even Debbie never got that sort of treatment from him.
But just wait until that little tramp got her new treatment, he thought savagely. By the time he finished whipping her ass with his gunbelt, she'd have to sit on her tits for a month.
The second reason that Bob decided to go down on her, although he felt distinctly uncomfortable as a rule with his face caught between a pair of burning, crushing thighs, was pure pride. You didn't get to bust a cherry every day of your life. His last one was so long ago that he'd practically forgotten all about the plump little cheerleader in his high school. Besides, as long as any girl went through life she'd remember the stud who first cracked her, who'd introduced her to wild sex. Vanity wouldn't permit him to let Vicky think he was a goddamned slob who just wanted to get his rocks off.
So he was letting her get her kicks first, almost suffocating himself in the feverish process, because this young thing was coming in fierce shudders and spasms and screams now, thrashing her exploding pussy against his face with hysterical abandon, gushing honey in hot torrents into his eager mouth.
Dimly, in the distance, Bob could hear his car radio crackling. The other deputy knew who he was with and where he'd gone, of course. Well, screw him! He was in the middle of eating the hot- test, juiciest cherry of his life and if that sonofabitch of a sheriff walked in right now and gaped at the obscene spectacle of his deputy devouring his innocent daughter's sweet little snatch, Bob would go right on slurping!
That, of course, would earn him a very fast trip to that grassy knoll of tombstones overlooking the blue Pacific, too.
Vicky was tugging ferociously at his hair now and whimpering something incoherent about not being able to stop coming so the deputy reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her gushing slit. Hell, enough was enough. No sense in spoiling her. Not overly bright or experienced in the bizarre aspects of sex, Bob nevertheless had an uneasy feeling that if he kept on eating her pussy she might get to like it too much and get hung up on it.
And girls as well as boys could do this.
He climbed up and mounted the crying virgin. Quickly Vicky wrapped her arms around him in a fierce embrace, digging her swollen tits eagerly into his chest and kissing him deliriously. He guided his throbbing cock into the hotly sucking lips of her virgin cunt. Tight! Very cautiously, the deputy began slipping his long thick meat into her slippery, squirming cunt-flesh, but the sobbing adolescent was in a frenzy to ram herself. Vicky slammed her hips up impatiently and a sharp yelp of pain came from her.
"Easy does it," Bob groaned. "Just let me do the work."
Debbie's husband began fucking the sheriff's daughter with slow, tantalizing strokes, sucking in his breath with each lunge. Man, that was hot and luscious! Her silken naked flesh trembling beneath him, long moans came from Vicky's lips as her tiny pussy began to stretch to accommodate his huge rod, while intense ripples of excitement shuddered through her massively gorged cunt. She raised her knees high and dug her bare heels into his muscled buttocks, beginning to swing in unison with Bob.
"Oh it's beautiful!" she gasped, rubbing his broad back in a frenzy with her moist fingers. "Ohhhhh, Bob, it's so big and hot and beautiful! Hurts! But it hurts good, mmmmmm, at last I'm fucking! Yes, fuck me, fuck meeeee!"
Bob hardly needed any urging. In fact, he was afraid he'd shoot his load off prematurely because of the silky, fiery suction of her spasming pussy. Even his blonde wife, who was easily the hottest, wildest piece he'd ever had, wouldn't be able to compare with Vicky once she got a little experience behind her. There was electricity in her sweet young cunt, magic in her juicy flesh, and each time he pumped his dick deeply he had to hold his breath to keep from shooting off.
Holding her soft ripe ass in his fingers as he stroked, Bob had already made a mental reservation for that cherry too. It was true the sheriff could splatter his brains with his .38 if he found out about this, and probably get away with it in a court of law, the conning bastard, but at this wildly exciting moment the deputy just didn't give a damn.
Again the radio out in the car crackled his name and again he ignored it.
Now Vicky was coming again in frenzied sobs and lust-crazed gyrations of her naked ass, her passion erupting in a fever, and Bob began stroking in a fury of heat, fucking fast and hot and deep into her luscious depths, glancing down to see blood covering the length of his thick cock, and he felt that strange satisfaction only busting a cherry could give a man.
It was getting impossible to be first in anything in this crowded fucking world. Every time you came up with an idea, every time you lusted for a cute ass, every goddamn time you thought you were going to beat those other assholes to the punch, it seemed that someone else had always been there before you, especially with a gorgeous piece of ass like this.
"Give it to me!" Vicky was wailing, clawing his back madly with her sharp nails and swinging her boiling slit in an obscene fury. "Now, now, now, Bob! Come in me! Aaaaaagh!"
The United States Marines in all its armed glory couldn't have stopped him from getting his rocks off then, and the groaning deputy felt her wildly sucking cunt whip at his dick savagely until he began spurting his thick load of jism. Vicky arched her back and quivered frantically from head to toe as the hot cream burst in her slit, stinging and thrilling and shattering under its first baptism of lust.
Even after she'd sucked him dry, her cunt continued to flex and spasm with hunger and Vicky kept trembling with ecstasy, moaning and crying and twitching under the impact of her first fuck.
"Did it hurt much?" Bob asked, secretly hoping she'd say yes, not because he wanted to hurt her but like a typical male he wanted to be reassured his cock was massive enough to rip brutally.
"Yes, but it hurt wild!" Vicky sobbed, clinging to him passionately. "Oh, Bob, what you did before you stuck it in! Ooooh, that was too much!"
He rolled over onto his side on the rug, heaving for breath, while Vicky got cigarettes for both of them. Watching her satiny young flesh ripple and sway as she moved, a sharp new tingle of lust shot through his loins. Then he realized he had a perfect juicy piece of action on the side, a steady, passionate, breathlessly girlish fuck any time he wanted it.
But as he smoked, and Vicky purred and played with his stiffening rod, jerking and loving it in her fist, the complexity of the situation angered him. If the sheriff found out, Bob knew his life wasn't worth a counterfeit nickel. And Ed wasn't stupid. He wouldn't blast him around witnesses, but out in a deserted country road somewhere, leaving no traces.
Of course, Ed was screwing Bob's own wife behind his back, but in the unwritten law of this county, it was okay to screw another guy's wife if you could get away with it. After all, the deputy thought with icy bitterness, Ed hadn't exactly tied down that sexy bitch wife of his to plow into her hot, tawny thighs.
Bob wondered how many other guys Debbie had passionately sucked and fucked behind his back.
The thought made his face red with rage, in spite of Vicky's eager fingers teasing his now-swollen rod.
The sheriff was not what could be called a reasonable man. The argument that he, Bob, had ravaged Ed's virgin daughter in retaliation for the sheriff plowing Bob's wife would hold about as much water as a bottomless bucket. It was obvious to everyone that Ed doted on his daughter, and reeked with pride over her innocence and beauty.
So the only thing to do, under the circumstances, was to impress the seriousness of the situation on this young girl now jerking his rigid cock lustfully in her hot fist.
"Can I kiss it?" she whimpered daringly.
"You can eat it for dinner," Bob told her, "but first I've gotta talk to you, Vicky. It's very important."
"Okay, Bob." But her luminous, gleaming eyes never left his crimson rod.
"Listen to me!" he snapped, grabbing her by the bare shoulders so hard she winced in pain. She finally gazed up at him.
"If your father finds out about this, he'll kill me," Bob told her in a grave voice.
"Oh, not Dad!" she said, wide-eyed. "He wouldn't do anything like that, Bob, honest!"
So much for innocence. "The fuck he wouldn't," Bob said angrily, shaking her in his fury. "You don't know him like I do. I'm a cop and you're his daughter. You don't see the side of him I do every day. You've gotta give me your solemn promise you'll never say anything to him about this. Not a word. Not even if he tries to coax it out of you."
Slowly, Vicky nodded. "I promise. Can I kiss it now?"
He gave up with a sigh. She was cock-happy and he couldn't really reach her right now. He'd just have to take his chances, that's all. Someday he might find a twelve-gauge shotgun up his ass with about three seconds left to live, but those were the lumps of life. Damned if he'd lose any sleep over it.
But he'd see to it that that prick-crazy vixen who'd married him would lose her share of sleep over it.
"Sure, go ahead and suck it like a lollipop," the deputy told Vicky. "Don't bite, though. It bites back."
She giggled and scrambled down between his muscular thighs, gripping his throbbing meat tightly in her fist. Her wet lips parted and her pink tongue darted out, lashing the knob to make him gasp. Then Vicky went to work on his pulsing cock in earnest, seizing as much of the hot flesh as she could grasp in her small, burning mouth, sucking on it fiercely with low moans of joy, beginning to experiment happily.
Lying back on the rug dreamily, Bob clutched her head in his hands and gently fucked her boiling mouth, thinking how much like her juicy cunt it was, hot, eager, madly sucking, filled with an electrifying sex-greed that her newly awakened lust seemed to spark like a roaring blaze. There was no art to her blowjob, no delicate teasing or cunning thrills or diabolical tricks, but her passionate enthusiasm more than made up for her lack of experience.
In fact he could have shot off almost any time in her madly sucking little mouth, but he purposely held back his load, savoring every moment.
"Suck on my balls for a minute, Vicky," he gasped and she rushed to obey, her tingling lips and flicking tongue making him hiss with pleasure.
Now Bob started lunging his huge cock into her mouth to an urgent rhythm, crushing her face down closer to his hot crotch. She was moaning wildly in her throat, urging him to shoot off in her mouth, jerking the base of his prick rapidly in her silky fist.
Although Vicky's first blowjob on a man was more like an animal assault with his massive dick battering her throat, she was terrifically excited at the thick power pounding in her mouth, at the pungent taste of hard male flesh. He suddenly started swelling bigger and hotter and harder in her whipping mouth, his explosion imminent, and Vicky bobbed her head up and down frantically, eager for his explosion of come.
When he shot the thick creamy gusher, she almost choked. It stung and burned and made her gag, but she gulped it down rapidly, already beginning to crave more of the salty sex-cream, every inch of her naked, velvety flesh on fire with excitement.
She milked him dry with her frenzied lips and jerking fist and then hugged his limp rod to her face with low crooning sounds of happiness.
"You were great, honey," Bob gasped, stroking her hair, "just fabulous."
Actually she was crude and overanxious, but her virgin mouth held great promise.
Again the car radio crackled, and again Bob tuned it out in his mind. Later he'd claim the radio was on the blink. The damn things were always cutting out anyway. No one would be able to prove differently.
"I think we'd better start back," he said, sitting up.
Vicky wrapped her arms around him, her swollen tits heaving feverishly. "One more time, Bob, please? I'm so hot still. It's like you started a fire inside me and it won't go out!"
He hesitated, playing with her ripe little ass, stroking and squeezing its silky heat. Almost at once his prick began rising again. Hell, why not? It was the only cherry she had left, wasn't it?
"Turn over on your belly," he told her hoarsely. "Now fold your knees under you so your cute fanny is sticking up in the air. That's right, honey. Just stay there now."
He knelt behind her luscious bare ass, playing with her cheeks for a minute while his cock grew brick-hard. He spread her cheeks to gaze at her tender, tiny asshole, so vulnerable and helpless and dainty-looking.
Then Bob dipped a finger into her juicy slit to make her moan, but he was only spreading cunt-honey on his fingers which he dabbed over the end of his bristling cock.
She didn't know what was coming, of course. It would be better that way so she wouldn't tense up. The deputy placed his engorged knob against her tiny asshole, clutched her hips very tightly and took a deep breath.
Then he rammed home in a vicious thrust.
The breath was completely pushed out of Vicky's lungs so she couldn't scream. She could only move her lips in agonized silence, cry helplessly and shudder insanely as his mammoth burning cock slammed deep into her squirming hot bowels, where it throbbed and pounded with merciless fury.
"Sorry, kid," Bob gasped, "but couldn't resist your... mmmmf! Shit, that's hot and wild, Vicky. Couldn't resist your beautiful little ass, honey! Wooowwww!"
If her pussy was luscious and her mouth a blazing, greedy tunnel of lust, her asshole was sheer boiling heaven. Bob made an effort to control his thrusts as he began fucking her trembling ass with wild groans, but the hot slippery channel sent fantastic waves of excitement through his rod, even though Vicky tried desperately not to move.
She clawed at the rug tearfully and issued a series of short, sharp screams as the battering torture in her tender ass became swifter and more brutal. Her mind reeled from the searing pain and she prayed she'd faint as the sensation of having a red-hot poker thrust up her naked ass became more intense than ever.
"Hot, lovely ass!" Bob grunted, gritting his teeth as the fiercely exciting sensations tore through his pounding cock. He'd taken Debbie so many times this way that her golden ripe ass had finally lost its juicy thrill, but Vicky's ass was pure ball-tingling cherry.
The cabin now became an echo of anguished cries and feverish grunts together with the lewd slapping sound of Bob's sweating crotch slamming into Vicky's naked cheeks to a quickening rhythm.
He was ripping in almost to the hilt now, ignoring the young girl's pathetic cries, driven by raw lust, each lunge more savage and excited until his come started spurting out in thick short bursts, like an obscene machine gun spitting its final load.
Beneath the sheet of blazing pain in Vicky's tender ass was the first faint hint of pleasure as his cream spattered in her bowels to sting and trickle. She'd get used to it, all right.
She'd learn to love it and crave it someday, too, very, very soon...
And not from the deputy sheriff, either.
Finished with his final violent lunges, Bob slipped his raw dick out and leaned back on his elbows, gasping for breath. He rubbed her quivering ass-cheeks softly.
"Sorry about that, honey. If it wasn't me, though, it would have been somebody else. With a beautiful ass like yours, you'll never be safe."
Sobbing, Vicky turned over but her eyes still gazed at him with worship. He was the first, and for the rest of her lust-crazed life he would always be the first.
"My ass feels like chopped liver." She sniffled.
"Speaking of asses," the deputy said with growing anxiety and standing up, "we'd better get ours moving, Vicky, before your father comes out here looking for us."
They were both dressed in two minutes flat. Vicky got the books she'd deliberately left at the cabin earlier that week, and minutes later they were cruising the highway back to town.
During the ride, Bob cautioned her again about secrecy. Almost calmed down from her frenzied excitement, she nodded seriously and he felt reassured.
The sheriff was waiting for them at headquarters, his steely eyes hard and glittering. "Where the hell have you two been? Why haven't you answered my radio calls, Bob?"
Vicky interjected to say that he'd driven her out to the cabin to get her books.
"Well, hell, that doesn't take an hour and a half," Ed snapped, his cold eyes never leaving Bob.
"First," Bob said casually, returning the icy stare, "the goddamn radio cuts out. It's working now but it wasn't earlier. Second, I had a flat and the car went in a ditch and I had a hell of a time getting it out. I tried radioing for help, but I guess you didn't hear me."
"Then how'd you get out?" the sheriff asked quickly.
"Three kids passing in a hotrod," he replied smoothly.
"Did you get their names and addresses?" Still the flat, hard eyes never left his face, searching, probing, utterly cynical.
"For helping me out of a ditch?" Bob laughed. "Shit, no."
"You're supposed to write a report on all accidents, you know that," the sheriff said harshly.
"I think it won't be fatal to bend the rules this time," Bob said, brushing past Vicky's father rudely to get to the coke machine.
Ed's eyes turned to his daughter now. There was a funny sparkle to her wide-set eyes, a flush to her skin. If that low-down sonofabitch so much as laid a finger on his precious Vicky...
He moved her over to a corner of the office and spoke to her in low tones, gripping her arm tightly, boring his gaze into hers in a way that used to make her cringe.
"Is that the truth, Vicky?" he asked. "Did he try anything?"
"Try what?" Vicky said, looking baffled. "Gosh, Dad, everything he said was true! Bob wouldn't try any funny stuff with me. He's really a nice guy."
Slowly, he released his grip, satisfied. Vicky would never lie to him. Still, the incident rattled the sheriff so much he decided to hell with postponing her initiation into the hot truth about sex.
Tomorrow was C-Day... Cherry Day. Not tonight because that lusty librarian had drained his balls, popping his load with frenzied hunger. Tomorrow, Vicky would learn what life was really all about, Ed told himself.
But what Vicky hadn't already learned that afternoon from his deputy, she'd learn in the early, torrid hours of the morning from her own mother, while the sheriff was unexpectedly called to duty.
So for all his wanton, grandiose dreams, the hard-driving, savagely fucking, icy-hearted sheriff was going to be third in line. And the tough, brutal cop wasn't going to like that at all. Especially when he was going to witness the hottest, most obscene action between his ravenously hungry wife and luscious young daughter without warning...