Chapter 3
"What've you done to me?" she sobbed, coming back to consciousness. Jack was hovering over her, brushing back strands of blonde hair from her eyes. The pain between her legs was subsiding. Oh, he was still inside her pussy! She could feel the hot, throbbing warmth of his cock pressing against her cunt walls. Every time he moved that stirring prick made her pussy flutter and her cunt muscles convulse. It was a strange, delicious feeling that somehow felt wicked and delightful at the same time.
"Fucked you, baby. Rammed the shit outta your cherry and fucked you good. Man," Jack said, shaking his head from side to side. "I wouldn't have guessed you were cherry. Didn't think there were too many of them left on the beach anymore."
Patty blushed. Well, there was one less now. And she had had her cherry popped by a patrolman, someone who was supposed to protect young women from this sort of thing!
"Please, don't hurt me anymore," she begged in a tiny voice.
"Don't worry," he said, smoothing his fingers over her face. "It's gonna be downhill all the way from now on."
With that Jack started fucking her in earnest. He tightened his butt muscles, drawing his cock back up again. Patty let out a shivery moan, feeling as if all her insides were being pulled out with that retreating cockhead. She moved her ass around in a tight little circle, the stretched tissues of her pussy caressing his moving cock. The heat and friction were growing, the pain combining strangely with pleasure producing a sensation that was maddening.
"Uh! Ugh! Ughhh!" the girl groaned with each pounding downward stroke. His cock rammed into her now like a pistoning machine, driving back and forth full length. His heavy, sweating balls slapped against the girl's ass, making her pussy clench in spasms. Patty felt impaled, a kind of martyr to this young cop.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah ..."
Jack sealed his mouth against Patty's again. The blonde teen writhed her tongue against his like a snake, battling to communicate her needs. Her modesty was thrown to the winds now. She'd lost her cherry. In one way she was no better now than some common street whore in Hollywood. Well then, she'd act like one! Strange desires were being born now, demanding to be satisfied. Patty wasn't sure what they were, but she moved her body frantically under Jack's, silently telling him she needed more hard, hot cock to keep her satisfied!
Patty forgot about her mother, her friends, her schooling. When she arched her back, the cop pulled his cock out until the ridge around the knob tugged at her cunt muscles. Each time the girl curled her spine and tried to gobble up more cock, he shoved his prick forward until their hipbones ground together. It was a delicious move, one they repeated again and again. That was all that mattered to the girl. Fucking! Wonderful, wild, uninhibited fucking!
"Unnghhh!" she cried into his mouth. She felt wild, swiveling her ass around. It was wonderful having that long steely bar of cock reaching deeper and deeper, shoving all her organs to one side. "Fuckin' close, baby, close ..." Every bump of his cock against her clit sent her sexual fever higher. She heard herself sobbing. The roar of the ocean outside mixed with the swelling tension in her belly. She ground her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt. The steady beat of his cockhead nudging the walls of her convulsing pussy drove her wild with despair and ecstasy.
"Unngh!" Patty cried. She felt herself stretching thin, drawn out like a fine silver wire. She was vibrating like a taut bowstring, every touch of his cock sending her into spasms of delight. She dripped with sweat, the salty taste of perspiration seeping into her mouth adding to the excitement.
"FUCK!" Jack cried, holding his ass high in the air. He was fighting down the tight, hot feeling in his cockhead. He was close, so close to popping off. He felt his balls rising high in their sac as cum packed hot and thick in his prick.
Patty couldn't understand why the big cop stopped. She moved her ass around in circles, feeling his cock stir her pussy like a big pole again. The mass of tension in her belly swelled up like a balloon. Patty dug her fingernails into his shoulders, dragging her nipples across his chest. She pushed down, her burning asshole pushing outward. Her ass flexed, then softened into relaxation.
"You're hotter 'n hell, baby," Jack said, shaking his head violently to throw off the sweat burning his eyes. The insides of Patty's thighs alternately chilled and burned as her cunt juice seeped out, squishing from her hole and dripping from his balls. Patty felt her entire body melting into a rubbery mass. The whirling ball of sexual hunger grew larger.
"No, no, unnghhh, nooo!" the girl cried, beating the balls of her feet against his kidneys.
The pounding of the surf outside seemed to match her racing pulse. Patty tossed her hips with the beat of the ocean. The juggling, rocking motion of her body nearly knocked Jack from the cot several times. But the cop held on, pinning her as best he could to the tiny bed while he trenched out her sucking, wet cunthole.
"Now, now!"
It was going to be her first big orgasm! Everything in her body seemed to be falling apart. She was moaning low under her breath, clawing Jack's humping back, sliding the backs of her calves over his pumping butt. She felt the simmering heat in her cunt climb toward her brain. It rose evenly, like the red fluid in a thermometer. As it drove up to her brain, Patty started holding her breath.
"Unnghhhh!"
A deep, sobbing breath made her cunt feel even fuller when his pistoning cock rammed in. Her pussy hurt from the intense wet friction. The loss of perspiration and her thirst made her cunt juice start to dry. A wild fire started at the mouth of her pussyhole. Patty's belly seemed to bulge with cock. She grunted like a stuck pig, ramming her pussy down onto the steel-hard prick.
"Oh, God, I'm . . . gonna . . . gonna . . . come!" she cried, tearing at his flesh while whipping her ass up from the cot in a frenzy. Her eyes glazed over and rolled back into her head while her body tossed and pitched Hke a boat in a hurricane. The cot groaned, squeaking across the tiled floor while Jack did his best to hold the wild blonde teen down.
"Fuck it out, baby, that's it, make it, come with me, you goddamned little slutty whore!" he growled in her ear.
"FFFUUUCK!" Patty screamed, her mind blasting into millions of pieces. The hard, heavy jolt of Jack's spunk as it splashed against her cunt-walls drove her insane. She wept and struggled, her fists striking the big cop. Catastrophic waves ripped from her cunt and made every muscle in her body spasm. She kicked and bit and clawed at the big man.
"Shit! Shit!" Jack shouted twice. Massive spurts of jizz filled her sucking, greedy cunthole. Patty cried out again and again, feeling her cunt walls gripping down on his cock at least two times for every wad that shot out of his knob.
"Mmmmmmm!" Patty groaned, tossing her thighs from side to side.
The girl felt like she was all cunt-wet, hot, clenching cunt, grabbing desperately at his shooting prick. Patty milked at his bucking cock, bouncing up and down on the cot like a berserk puppet. She lost the noise of the pounding surf outside the Pavilion. The only thing she knew about was the wonderful jerking of Jack's hard cock and his callused hands grabbing her ass. Her head shot back while her tits jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her convulsing cunt.
"Man, oh, man!" Jack groaned, feeling his spasms begin to taper off.
But even as the thrusts of the tall cop's prick faded, Patty's orgasm seemed to go on and on and on. The last thing she remembered at that point was that her body had felt the biggest, hardest cock in the world. It had to be!
Several minutes ticked by before Jack roused himself from the drowsy warmth washing over his body. Patty was half-asleep, staring heavy-lidded at him when he told her they had to go.
"Come on, baby, my partners are gonna be back," he said, pulling his cock out of her slackening cunt.
Patty shivered, regretting he had to pull his prick out. It had felt so good, making her feel somehow strangely complete.
"Oh, can't we fuck again?" she asked, feeling delightfully wicked for saying that word again, for even suggesting they make love a second time. She had to fight down a coy smile as Jack shook his head from side to side.
"Man, I wanna do that now, baby," he said, slipping off the cot.
Patty knew he was telling the truth. Even as he stepped into his cotton jockeys and slipped them over his balls, she could see his cock start to stiffen again. It wouldn't take much to get that cunt-spreader fat and long.
"Then why not?"
"Hey, come on. You're just a kid. I could . . . never mind," he said, regretting he'd implied she might be jail bait. He'd learned long ago never to plant ideas in the minds of others. "Come on. Your folks are gonna be worried about you."
Her parents! The outside world suddenly crashed in on her. She'd lost her cherry, had gone to bed with a policeman! Patty jerked upright on the cot, covering her face with both hands. Ohhh, how her cheeks reddened, burning with shame! How could she have done such an awful thing, acted like some common street slut with this complete stranger?
"Hey, come on, honey," Jack said more tenderly, slipping his woolen short-sleeved blue shirt over his massive shoulders and adjusting his black leather gunbelt. He picked up her shorts and panties, handing them to her. "We'll put that blanket around you and take you home. Then maybe I'll see you around the beach, eh?"
Patty felt cheap. She couldn't keep her eyes on him for more than an instant. Quickly she slid her juice-dampened panties over her legs. Then her shorts followed. Her fingers trembled as she buttoned the briefs, taking the long blanket from Jack and sliding it protectively over her shoulders and tits. She wanted to call her parents now. But the thought of spending more time here at the Pavilion with Jack drove her to a higher state of nervousness. Once at home in the privacy of her bedroom, thoughts would come easier to her.
"Come on. Maybe tomorrow you'll come down to the station and think of more you can tell us about that gang."
His voice sounded so cold, so official now as they stepped into the bright white light of the main reception area of the Pavilion. Patty followed Jack as he opened the door, then locked it as they left. The ride home was uneventful. She'd lost everything, her expensive beach towel, her purse with all her money and identification. But the thing that really mattered to her now was her lost cherry and the apparent indifference of the man who'd popped it. She didn't know what she should have expected from Jack. But this cold nonchalance certainly wasn't the reaction she wanted.
"Down here," Patty said, pointing at a tree-lined street leading to the right.
They stopped and she opened the door before he could say a word. Rushing toward the two-story wood-frame house, the teenager ignored the parting words of the cop behind her.
"Mom?" she cried, throwing the door open. The lights burned brightly in the living room and kitchen. And Pal, that awful German shepherd her mother had bought for protection, was lying peacefully in the doorway to the main hall. His ears pricked forward at her arrival.
"Mom?" Patty shouted again, closing the door behind her.
No one was home. The blonde teen searched through the house, finally finding a note pinned to the cork bulletin board in the kitchen.
"Out shopping, then a movie," the girl repeated out loud, reading the brief letter in disbelief. After all that had happened to her, her mother hadn't even been home to worry!
Patty couldn't go on reading farther. She turned and marched up the stairs to her bedroom, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration. She didn't want her mother to find out what had happened, and this situation was, of course, perfect.
But somehow the girl wanted drama. If the sky didn't fall in when the gang attacked her and when Jack fucked her, at least her mother could have been home worrying about why her daughter had been late.
"Ohhhh!" she cried in frustration, flinging herself onto the bed and staring at the ceiling. The loose woolen blanket the patrolman had given her was on the floor. Patty lay half-naked on the bed, her legs dangling over either side of the sagging mattress. The house was so quiet the girl thought she could hear mice running through the walls. "What've I done?" she thought to herself, forgetting about the motorcycle gang and remembering Jack's firm body as it pressed her into that cot. Oh, how his cock felt so good and hot and hard, spreading her itchy, slick pussy walls apart, sending out gouts of sticky warm pussy oil as it slurped its way into her hole.
Patty shivered, crossing her arms over her naked tits and hugging her body. If only he could be here holding her, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples again until she thought they'd explode! Oh, yes, then she'd be all right! It would have served her mother right to have come home and found a man in her daughter's bed!
"What?"
Her thoughts were interrupted by a scratching sound in the hall. Raising her head and peering over her stiff nipples, Patty saw it was Pal. He stood in the doorway, his head cocked to one side while his bushy tail was raised in the air. Patty felt a shiver of discomfort shoot through her body. There was something about that dog, something about the wild, untamed look in his eyes that unsettled her.
Instinctively the girl closed her legs, drawing her hands over her tits. It was silly, thinking an animal could be aroused by the sight of a naked human body. But something in the way he was standing threatened her. Patty wished she could clap her hands together, shout, or do anything to get him to move. But from experience the girl knew nothing could discipline that animal except her mother.
"Oh, no, get out, out!" Patty shouted anyway when Pal started moving into her bedroom. She scooted up the bed, drawing a pillow over her tits. Her eyes were wide with fright while her heart began beating hard. His head was low, his tail dropped between his hindquarters while a low, steady growl came from his throat. What on earth did he want in here? Patty started to tremble.
The German shepherd stopped at the foot of the bed, lying down and resting his head on his forepaws. Patty looked down, wondering why the animal had suddenly shown this kind of protective affection. At times she thought he resented her presence in the big house.
When she was relatively sure Pal wasn't going to try anything weird, Patty lay back down on the bed. Her mind quickly drifted back to the Venice Pavilion and Jack. Slowly she passed her hand down her body, tickling her flesh, warming the large blonde thatch of her cunthair. That touch gave her a wild thrill. With her other hand she started thumbing her nipple until it grew thick and pushed up out of the soft surrounding aureole. The effect was electric, making the girl moan low and softly under her breath. Images of Jack and his cock flashed through her mind. She sensed the tension building in her body.
The tickle of her nipple started slick juices flowing from between her cuntlips. Patty drew her hand out from under her shorts, opening them, then shoving them with her panties over her legs and onto the floor. How wickedly good it was to be naked like this, naked with this panting animal only inches away from her. She rocked her hips, making the buttery heat spread. Juice leaked out to dot the blonde curls with pussy oil. Even after this evening, Patty found herself burning for more. One fuck, and she was ready to take on a whole football team.
Her breathing had grown shallow and labored. She licked her lips, tossing her head against the pillow. The hand resting on her belly trembled. Was she going to finger herself off?
"Uhh . . . noooo!" Patty moaned, moving her fingers through her cunt thicket until the wiry hairs tickled her fingertips. She felt her pussy moving when she touched it, felt the slick juices wetting down her palm. Biting her lower lip hard, Patty ran her fingernails lightly over the smooth surface of her cuntlips. Her knees snapped together while her butt danced up and down. That kind of light touch was maddening!
"I should get up," she said, raising herself from the bed.
Just then the girl realized Pal was up, staring hotly at her. The old fear came back, making her edge back against the headboard. With a loud bark he was on the bed, his belly heaving up and down, the angry red tip of his cock sliding out of his furry sheath.