Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

Debbi locked the door and threw the only apartment key she kneW of down a sewer. She left all of the clothes because she wanted to travel light. She only took Cindy's warmest coat, leaving everything else to its dead owner.

The bank had a walk-up window open late. Debbi would walk up, fill out the short withdrawal form, and then have the money. The bank window was fairly crowded as Debbi waited in line. When her turn came, Debbi filled out the form and did her best to copy Cindy's signature. But the teller was taking a long time. And when Debbi saw the woman making a phone call, and a security guard making a rapid approach, she decided to flee.

"Hold it, miss!" the guard shouted, but Debbi kept running. She had much more speed and easily escaped the elderly man. But now the police would be informed and an investigation would result.

Debbi felt certain, she had violated some procedure every person using the bank's facilities should have known. Or maybe the signature was

too phony, or the teller could have known Cindy by sight. Whatever the reason, the police would now investigate and be led straight to Cindy's apartment. And then the police would have her as their chief suspect. She was no longer a minor. She could easily go to jail for life.

The thought of Buck, Cindy's associate and lover, came to the girl's mind. Buck had used the girl as much as Cindy, but Debbi felt he could give her a name and a place to look up in another city. And she needed more money even to buy a ticket. Perhaps it was a strong instinct for survival, but Debbi followed her urge that took her to Buck's apartment door.

She hesitated for only a second before ringing his doorbell. Fortunately, Buck answered quickly and Debbi could tell he was alone. That would make what she'd have to do easier. At least something was working out.

"Hello, Debbi, come in," Buck offered gracious

ly. The apartment was modest in size and had few ornaments. It was a functional bachelor's pad. Buck didn't seem terribly surprised to see her. "So Cindy finally went too far. What has she done this time?"

"The usual," Debbi said, feeling nervous in her lie. Buck seemed used to the situation. Apparently, Cindy had a long string of young female lovers. The girls would flee and run to Buck. He had a confident air about him that a young girl could trust. Debbi wondered why he let Cindy direct him around so easily.

"I'm not surprised. She uses all of us. But I suppose it really doesn't matter," Buck said, more to himself than the girl.

"Buck, I need some money. I want to get out," Debbi said forcefully. Buck looked at her more closely. She wasn't the submissive girl that obeyed every command of Cindy. She was changed.

"Money is hard to come by in these times. People have to earn it," Buck said, moving up to her and removing her coat for her. His gaze drank in her body, stripping it with his eyes.

"I'm prepared to earn it," Debbi said stoically. What could Buck do to her that hadn't already been done?

"I don't like to drink alone. Have a whiskey with me," Buck said, suddenly chan~ng his tone. He hungered for a chance to show Debbi that he was a real man. Not a robot dependent upon Cindy's orders.

"AU right," Debbi said, fearful that the police have already found the body. The bank incident had been a stupid risk to take.

"You really are a talented woman. Good-looking and real hot in bed. You could make a lot of money," Buck commented, banding her the drinE Debbi took a gulp of the amber fluid and it felt good as it burned a path down to her stomach.

"By being a whore

"A working lady. You could turn a nice dollar. And it's easy money. Make it with women if you- like. All kinds of people would pay to get at you," Buck said, his hand caressing her breast Through her blouse.

"You know someone that could help me? They can't be in this city," Debbi said, beginning to respond to his feather-light caress.

"Yeah," Buck answered, pressing his lips down gently over hen. That was what she needed to hear. Debbi responded to his kiss with a series of heron. Buck was taking his time, making sure she was warmed up properly. Debbi didn't need time, for she felt the familiar moisture in her panties. Her sex itch was growing.

"Fuck me now," Debbi murmured into his mouth. Buck led her into the bedroom. A large, oval bed we in the center of the room,, and Buck eased her down onto it. In a few seconds, they were both naked. Buck's strong body and his masculine scent were getting to Debbi. After what she'd been through tonight, she needed a go off tuck to clear her head!. And it felt good to know a

man wanted her and was going to fuck her.

Buck's hands were momentarily fastened to her lush breasts. The tit itself was soft and feminine, but the diamond-hard nipple seemed ready to explode with desire. Buck's one hand massaged her tummy and tickled lightly into her pubic bush. Buck's mouth moved down, leaving a trail of wet kisses on her neck. He moaned softly as he captured a tit in his mouth, sucking noisily on the soft orb.

Debbi did not remain idle. Her hands first trailed over the muscular ridges of his body. She envied the man's raw physical power. But her attention was focused on his cock, and how it grew into a blood-gorged erection under her gentle touch. The girl had difficulty closing her hand around the massive prick. And its potential, and the knowledge that it soon would be prodding her guts and tickling her cut into explosive orgasms, made Debbi shudder with excitement.

"Keep moving it, baby," Buck urged, his breath hot on the plane of her stomach. She arched her hips and tensed her thighs in expectation of what was to come. She felt the fluids leaking out of her as his hot breath bathed her crotch.

"Oh, do it, do it, do it," Debbi whimpered in pleasure. Her pussy lips were, gorged with blood and open wide for his inspection.

"Now it happens, baby," Buck chuckled, snaking out his tongue to toy in her pubic hair. With two fingers he spread the lips wider, licking the deep furrow of her cunt. This action caused Debbi to moan and increase her jacking of his cock. But she didn't want to go too far.

It seemed strange to Debbi that she had often hurriedly stroked her boyfriend Ken's prick back home. She knew then that if she could get him to

fire his load and empty his balls, he wouldn't fuck her.

But Debbi did not want to make Buck come. Not until he filled her with his dick and pumped her into a full release would Debbi be willing to let him come. Only then could he shoot the hot fluid into her womb. Then the sticky moisture would soothe her overheated cunt and bathe her in a relaxing, liquid bliss.

"Suck it, baby," Buck urged, his face buried deeply in her oozing mint. He positioned his legs so that his dick was hanging tantalizingly over her mouth. Debbi lost no time in greedily capturing the knob between her wet lips and drawing on it. Her tongue made a butterfly motion across the bead. "Sexy, baby, sexy," Buck murmured, moving his hips and jamming several inches of the hot prick down Debbi's throat. She kept from gagging and put her hand around the base of the hard cock. Now that she was able to prevent him from ramming too much meat down her throat, she sucked happily at the cock. It had a pleasant taste to her, compounded by the fact that she knew she was giving as much pleasure to the man as he was giving her.

Buck was burning up her crotch with his lips. He was drilling a finger in and out of her squirming mint, while her muscles tensed around the probing intruder, bating it with her oily juices.

The fact that Debbi had murdered another human being less than an hour ago didn't matter to her. She now knew only an urgent need to feel her body shake in orgasm, and an equally strong need to feel the hot prick in her mouth explode and bathe her mouth with hot come.