Chapter 11
"You suck!" yelled Bonnie at her sister.
Buffy, who had just confiscated the jewelry Bonnie "borrowed" from her collection, remained impassive. "Little thief. You shouldn't be taking things that don't belong to you."
"Excuse me. I didn't think you'd throw a hissy fit about it."
"If you weren't my sister, I'd break your legs."
Bonnie stormed out of the house. She'd had her fill of her high-and-mighty sibling. Buffy wasn't cool about sharing, and was becoming one, huge pain in the ass. She marched down the street, miffed.
Buffy kept insisting that she get a job and her own apartment. Bonnie pleaded with her to talk with her modeling agency about a chance. Buffy refrained from lending a helping hand. She argued that Bonnie ought to hunt for her own opportunities.
Bonnie gazed at the stars, wondering when that lucky break would occur. Buffy had been blessed with fortune. All the good things simply fell into her lap.
Within several blocks of Buffy's house, Bonnie came to a stop. Where was she going? Certainly not home, where she faced a browbeating mother and complacent father. Bonnie immediately nixed that idea. Besides, she had no means of transportation, and hitching a ride was out of the question.
A police car, which had been monitoring the area, came to a stop beside her. Bonnie sighed. She didn't want to be hassled by curfew ordinance. The law enforcers wouldn't buy her being nineteen years old.
A familiar face leaned from the window. "Bonnie?"
Her pulse jumped. It was Joe, one of Buffy's cop friends. He was, in her opinion, the hottest of the bunch. She'd always fancied tall, dark-haired Italians. Joe was the embodiment of her wildest fantasies.
Suddenly, she knew who would bust her cherry.
She sashayed to his vehicle. "Have you been looking for the bad guys?"
He grinned. "Something like that." He made no secret of scanning her yummy little body. Bonnie had donned a miniskirt that displayed her trim thighs to advantage. The plunging neckline of her top placed her jiggling globes on exhibit. "What are you doing out so late?"
"I just had a spat with Buffy. She really pisses me off. I narrowly missed ripping her hair out by the roots."
Joe chuckled. "I guess I ought to keep you away from her. I wouldn't want you hurting her. Hey. If you don't have plans, you can ride with me if you'd like. I've got to complete my patrol. I'll drop you off at your front door."
"Mrnmrnm. You've got yourself a date."
They roamed the streets for a half hour. Bonnie transmitted signals the moment she tossed her shapely butt into the passenger seat. He pretended to survey the dimly lit boulevards, yet kept glancing in her direction.
"How old are you, Bonnie?" he asked.
Her lips curved. "Old enough."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That I've reached the age when I can read men's minds."
"You're also at the point where you need to behave yourself. A pretty girl like you can get herself into lots of trouble."
"I never tease a man I'm not interested inand I always finish what I start." She sighed. "I really envy Buffy. Why is it she has so many cop friends?"
Joe cleared his throat. "She never mentioned it, has she?"
Bonnie frowned. "That bitch never tells me anything." Her moment of indignation faded and her angelic demeanor returned. "Do you find me attractive, Joe?"
He shrugged. "Sure."
"Am I better than Buffy?"
He clutched the wheel. "I better not say. I've got a hunch word will filter back to her, and she might not like it."
Bonnie giggled. She thoroughly enjoyed herself.
He noticed her gorgeous legs as she crossed them. That first spark of acknowledgment-and perhaps desire-entered his mind. Her close proximity began to affect him. The isolated glimmer in his eye took focus.
They traveled down a dark street. With calculation, Bonnie uncrossed her legs and spread them apart. The miniskirt she wore rose up her thighs, almost exposing her panties. To heighten his interest, she caressed her thighs, publicizing their smoothness. She wanted to instill in his vulnerable mind how much pleasure he could have between them, by sticking himself into her soft, damp center.
The atmosphere in the squad car became highly charged. Bonnie largely felt lust emanated from his body. His eyes continued to flash at her hot legs. She knew her tits weren't as huge as her sister's, but she otherwise represented a sumptuous package.
Bonnie got hornier while staring at Joe. Definitely, her attraction stemmed from his police uniform. The badge, the gun and the handcuffs underscored her desire.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Joe asked, his throat almost coated with rheum.
"No. Most of the guys my age are bone-heads. I'd rather be with someone who's exciting and fun." Her hand settled on his thigh. "like a cop."
Joe's Adam's apple rippled upon contact. Bonnie knew her feathery caress bore a powerful impact.
"What's so special about us? We're just average guys."
Bonnie shook her head. "I can't picture anything about you being average, Joe." Her eyes dropped to his crotch as she fondled his sinew-rich leg. Her fingers drew circles on his navy blue trousers. The underlying tremors did not escape her detection. She noted the tension building between them. "In fact, I'll bet you're a whole lot to handle."
He swallowed roughly.
Bonnie slid her anxious body closer to him. Her thigh was now flush with his. He received full benefit of her tingling presence. She included his arm in her sweeping nuzzle. Feeling him, she experienced a surge of juice seep from her hot crevice. Her pussy constricted at the thought of wrapping itself around him, prepared to hold him in the tightest vise.
"I'm almost done with my tour of duty," he mentioned. "Perhaps I ought to take you home."
"I don't want to go home, Joe," Bonnie murmured, drifting over those muscles and enclosing them in her tremulous grip. "I want to stay with you." With that, she went after the prize she sought: his groin. She didn't make it to his cock, but grazed the innermost section of his thigh.
Joe applied the brake. "Bonnie, I think you'd better stop before something happens."
"That's just it," Bonnie whispered, then licked his ear lobe. His resulting shudder told her he was ill-equipped for that maneuver. "I want something to happen."
They pulled over to the side of the road. The street was dark, concealing their actions. He immediately shifted into "park," then turned to her.
Bonnie resumed her grope of his body. She slid her hand into his shirt to sample the definition of muscle. He looked seared by her touch, unable to combat the flurry of passion it elicited. To her dawning satisfaction, she noted that he did nothing to stop her.
"Oh, Joe," she panted, streaming over that massive chest, through the patches of hair. After a thorough investigation, she delicately fondled his crotch. She encountered something partially hard shifting in his pants.
"You surely don't waste time going after what you want," Joe muttered.
Bonnie continued to massage him while she talked. Joe's will power was rapidly dissolving. She rubbed his flaccid equipment, trying to make him hard. Her fingers dipped under his balls, then up the area she imagined was his shaft. No growth seemed to occur. "Don't you want me, Joe? Haven't you thought about what it would be like?"
Joe started shaking, battling temptation. "I've already got a girl, Bonnie. I don't make it a habit of cheating on her."
"I don't care. It won't stop me from wanting you."
"Why is it so important?"
"Because I want to give my cherry to a cop."
His eyes widened. "You're a virgin?"
"Yes. I want you to be the first."
That seemed to make a big difference to Joe. "I'm taking you back to Buffy's this instant. Thank God we stopped before things really got out of control."
"No." Rather than squirming beside him, Bonnie threw her leg over his and climbed onto his lap. Heatedly, she rubbed her mound to his crotch, trying to correspond to the man inside him. She moaned while rocking on those solid thighs and peered into those dark pupils. She bumped him with her tits.
Each bounce brought a shock to his system. He flinched, then caught her wrists. His burst of strength seemed to excite her. "Cut it out, Bonnie," he said, shaking her. "You haven't got a clue of what it's all about."
"Teach me, Joe. Show me how to please you." She reached for his mouth with her lips. Pressing hard, she shoved her tits at him. He trembled more than ever, struggling with his conscience. His hands had yet to tame her shifting ass. His cock, however, stiffened a bit more; she felt his shaft stir against her damp mound. The friction between it and her silky panties kindled quite a fire.
Joe's powerful, rugged body in his police costume drove her wild. She smashed her mound to his crotch, grinding back and forth.
"Don't, Bonnie," he croaked, loosening his grip on her. "Get off me before it's too late."
In a rush of passion, Bonnie lowered her mouth to his neck and sucked. His skin, flecked with sweat, provided a riveting, salty taste. "Mmmmm," Bonnie purred while nibbling on him. Simultaneously, she slipped a hand inside his shirt and found his nipple. She rotated her digit until he grew against that instigating pressure.
"Christ," he gasped, overwhelmed. He compressed the air from his chest, then surrounded her with those husky arms. Her teasing had made short work of his determination.
Bonnie continued rubbing against his groin. Joe trembled from the demanding press of her mound. His cock twitched, then expanded slowly against her inflamed pussy.
"Yes, Joe," she sobbed, sliding against his boner. "Let me have you. Fulfill my greatest fantasy. Let me cover your cock with my virgin pussy."
Her wiggling tip transformed his nipple into a pebble. He had no recourse but to endure its circular splendor.
Bonnie unbelted his pants, then tore down his zipper. He totally exhausted her patience. Urgency fueled her veins. Joe was so swollen, he sprang from the fly. She panted when freeing that hard dick. She couldn't tell how big he was while sitting on him.
"There's no turning back," she whispered. "I won't let you."
Joe slid back in his seat, affording her ample room to mount him. Hunger beamed from his face. He submitted to the appetite she harbored, ready to satisfy it.
Bonnie looked down at him. Joe was enormous. His cock stretched through her fist, thick and extensive, towering through his unzipped opening. The longer Bonnie stroked him, the more anxious she became. That jitteriness in her snatch wouldn't abate. She couldn't envision fitting the whole thing in her cunt, but would try.
Joe perceived her apprehension. "It might hurt. Maybe I'd better put it back."
He considered her frail form. Joe was big-boned, teeming with muscle. Handling her would require definite care-particularly at the height of excitement. "I can handle it." Her fingers drifted to her sopping wet panties. Bonnie was so juicy from sitting on his lap, there was no hesitation. She peeled back the panel that sheltered her pussy. Once Joe saw the damp curls, Bonnie saw the rush of desire. "I'm all warm and sticky."
"Yeah," he hoarsely acknowledged.
There wasn't time, nor room, to remove her panties. Bonnie guided his stiff cock to her sluiced crevice. His shaft throbbed in her hand. She squeezed him, reassuring him of her decision to end her virginity. When she inserted him into the moist space between her cunt lips, he quivered.
"Jesus," Joe muttered, clenching his teeth. The pressure and heat got to him. "Oh, Bonnie. Bonnie."
She massaged herself with his swollen cock-bulb. Moving it back and forth, she purred.
Exhilaration pumped through her veins. She enjoyed the rich, giddy feel of him as it rolled over her sluiced flesh. When she arrived at her clit, electricity crackled. He disbursed a potent charge. Her enlarged button was quite receptive to his eager cock; enclosing that entire thing almost seemed too delicious to accomplish.
Joe was shaking. "You're driving me crazy."
Bonnie surrounded his hips with her velvety thighs. Her body, though smaller and fragile, looked lusciously compatible with his larger, sturdier frame. Seizing his shoulders, she lifted herself over that tremendous cock, then pushed down.
"Ohhhh," Bonnie cried out as his bloated knob sank into her cunt. She was unprepared for the initial shock of cock in her pussy. His thickness pushed the walls of her snatch to their limit. The degree of hardness was also a splintering surprise.
The pain swiftly came. She was determined to get through it. "Oh, God," she moaned, swiveling her hips. She took more of him. "Ohhhh."
Joe cupped her ass, then guided her down his shaft. He elevated his hips and pushed his dick through her slippery cunt. "You're so fucking tight."
Bonnie whimpered as he entered her. There was so much of him to absorb. Her pussy devoured his cock as though it were a lavish treat.
"Bonnie," he gasped, shaking as her cunt swallowed him. "Oh, Bonnie."
"Yes," Bonnie moaned as he approached her cherry. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. She bit her bottom lip, struggling to take more of that cunt-stretching shaft. Bonnie wanted to encase every inch of that big dick and give him the fuck of his life.
His bloated crown soon met with her maidenhead. She braced herself for that jolting hurt. The tip of his cock broke through. A pain shot through her as Bonnie sank to his balls.
"Oh, fuck," Joe muttered, feeling himself demolish her cherry. His dick slid to the bottom.
Bonnie rocked her pussy to his cock until she embedded him. She didn't dwell on the pain she sustained. "It's over. You took it."
He clutched her ass and dragged her to him. "Was it bad?"
"No," Bonnie lied, smiling. "It was incredible."
Her cunt was juicy, sliding up and down his hard cock, hungry to receive more. She held Joe fast between her legs. Lifting and dropping her ass, she enjoyed it.
Joe's eyes glazed over as Bonnie studied him in the dark. His head rested against the back of the seat, trying to observe her sensual movemerits, but getting caught up in the delicious turmoil of her slick pussy. She coated his manly shaft with her love juices, gliding over it with her puckering lips.
"Am I better than your girlfriend?" she asked, humping him. "Doesn't my warm, virgin pussy feel nice?"
"Oh, Christ. Yes."
The windows of the squad car steamed from their heavy breathing. Bonnie could hear the ecstasy through the wet sounds their connected flesh made. She stared down at her pussy as it gobbled his thrusting dick. His shaft extended from his pants and disappeared. His thickness pushed aside her panties to get to that juicy cunt. Sweat poured from her nipples as she bounced on his lap.
Bonnie sank on him, relishing his snug fit. That cock, reaching deep inside her, belonged to a cop. The feeling was heavenly. She moaned while accepting eight bone-crushing inches.
"Let me make it more fun." His large thumb stroked her clit. Happiness she had never experienced soared through her. He worked it up and down, coordinating it with his spearing cock.
"Yeah," Bonnie whimpered. "More. Please." He massaged her swollen love button, leaving a trail of sparks. His masculine touch thrilled her to no end.
Joe didn't halt there. He cradled the back of her head and steered her to his mouth. Their tongues met instantly, curling about each other. Their kiss launched fireworks. Bonnie trembled in his passionate embrace, surrendering to him.
His thumb didn't stall for a moment. He jiggled her until she was a disheveled wreck. Bonnie moaned down his throat while he pumped her with cock. Each thrust caused her satisfaction to build. Bonnie humped him frantically, wanting to get him off. She craved nothing more than to feel his jism spurting in her pussy in the midst of his intense contractions.
Bonnie felt his balls shifting beneath her squirming ass as he fucked her. Their heaviness told her of their bubbling mass.
He worked her up, kneading her clit with his thumb. Her nerve endings were nibbled to the quick.
Joe didn't release her lips. Their mouths were pressed together, feeding off each other's oxygen. Her supply was nearly depleted when the spasms took possession. Her thoughts were scrambled, off kilter. There was no possibility of avoiding their onslaught. At the height of their assault, she jerked back and cried out.
"Oh, God!" Bonnie whimpered, cumming. She lost it. Joe imprisoned her in his arms, driving his cock into her whole. Bonnie felt the brunt of his turbulence as he fucked her with complete abandon. The urge to fill her pussy with his dick was more than he could withstand.
"Oh, Bonnie," he groaned in her ear, pounding all of himself between her legs. He rammed her with all he had. "Take it, baby. Take it."
A barrage of fireworks exploded throughout her body. Bonnie lost count of the orgasms. She enjoyed a chain reaction of them.
Bonnie jerked wildly on his lap, absorbing the force of her physical greed. Never, however, did she forget who owned the hard cock she sat on.
When her vision cleared and she gazed at Joe, she found his staying power had expired. His rugged face was mired with sweat and quite contorted as he erupted in her cunt.
Bonnie felt the warm, creamy accumulation in her snatch. She writhed on his lap, welcoming its deluge. That squirting sensation, in connection with his marred features, amplified her satisfaction. Watching him shudder from the pleasure she supplied was an erotic high.
When his orgasm ebbed and he settled into a more serene frame, Bonnie leaned forward, brushing him with her nipples, and darted into his mouth. Her tongue sought his, prompting reciprocation.
She felt his cum oozing from her pussy. His discharge easily flooded her. The amount he spewed was substantial. "That was the coolest thing I've ever done." Her lips returned to his neck and sucked. His resulting quiver confirmed his overflowing desire.
Joe stayed hard in her cunt. She wanted to do it again, but in bed.
"Let's go to a motel," she said. "I want to fuck you some more."
"What about Buffy?"
Bonnie made a face. "Fuck Buffy."
Joe could have enlightened her that he had, many times in the past, but refrained from doing so. Bonnie didn't need to know about that particular arrangement.
A coquettish smile took shape. "There's one thing I'd like to know, if you don't mind," she whispered, with almost a trace of mischief.
"What's that?"
"How do I become a Police Babe?"