Hank Faber - Auntie s Naughty Boys

When Julie spotted the black-and-white patrol car, it was already too late. The deputy sheriff must have been keeping pace with her as she walked toward town for at least several minutes-long enough to get a confirmation of her description, and the fact that she was wanted for two successful escapes from custody. Julie walked a little faster, and the black-and-white also speeded up. Damn! Why did she have to give in to her body? Why couldn't she control her animal appetites?

The pretty, blonde, sixteen-year-old girl had left Aunt Dee's house to get herself a man-a real man, not some silly and horny Scout. She was on her way to the seedy side of town, where she was sure she could find a guy with enough balls to give her what she needed. And now, this damned sheriff! Julie glanced over her shoulder and saw him: mirror-lensed sunglasses, broad-brimmed hat, everything she hated. She ducked in between a frame house and a tall, unkept hedge and started to run. Her short skirt let her really move her bare legs in long, running leaps. That she wasn't wearing any panties, in anticipation of the tough, muscular guy she had hoped to meet in a bar in the tenderloin district, didn't bother her now. She would shake this dumb deputy, shake the whole damned stupid town with its wooden-sided frame houses, neat, white picket fences, and Scout-O-Rama in the park on the outskirts.

The blonde teenage girl ran across an empty lot and towards a field of tall-stalked corn. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the blur of tan before she even heard the heavy thumping of the deputy's running feet. He was shouting at her, ordering her to stop. Julie ran, even though she felt the sudden pain of a stitch in her side.

She was across the lot, leaped a low hedge and crossed a grassy patch of an abandoned shack, when the beefy deputy grabbed her and brought her down, rolling over and over, her short skirt high. His face was red with exertion, his sandy hair disheveled as he hugged the lithe teenager and took the handcuffs from his belt. Julie unzipped his fly and took out his cock. It was uncircumcised, and the girl skinned back the foreskin, jerked the male meat a couple of times so that it sprang up stiff and fat in her fist, and slipped it into her cunt.

The deputy tried to get loose, to pull himself out of her snatch, but at the same time, he went for her wrists, so that he could get the cuffs on her. By the time he got both of her arms behind her, Julie was using her hips so expertly that at the same moment that he clicked the handcuffs on her, the deputy swore and a great rush of hot spunk came inside of the teenaged girl's belly.

"You horny little bitch," he said and tucked his pecker back inside of his pants, so that he could march her back to his black-and-white like a proper sheriff. A thick wad of spunk slid down the inside of the girl's leg as the deputy guided her to his patrol car. When he brought her to the sidewalk, people had gathered around his car, and they looked curiously at the deputy sheriff leading a pretty, blonde, teenage girl to his car, her arms handcuffed behind her, and thick, white spunk running down the inside of her left leg and down into her shoe. When the deputy looked down at his pants, he saw with embarrassment that there were pecker tracks on his fly.

He drove the patrol car away with a squeal of tires and put on his red light and siren. "Now what did you have to go and do that for?" he asked his girl prisoner.

"I wanted you. You turned me on," Julie said. "Didn't you enjoy it at all?"

"You're a hot-tailed little piece all right," the deputy said. "And if I wasn't on duty, I'd play that game with you all day and night."

"You're the best hunk of man-meat I've ever had," Julie said and kissed the rednecked deputy on the cheek. "Do me again, will you please?"

"You're nutty," the deputy said and glanced sideways at the pretty teenage girl who was his prisoner. "What in hell did you go and run away from reform school for?"

"My daddy put me there, said I was incorrigible," Julie told the deputy. "Only he was lying. It was because I wouldn't let him fuck me any more that he did that."

The young deputy sheriff shook his head. "And your momma? Didn't she try and help

you?"

"My momma's dead," Julie said. "I've got a stepmother, and she didn't try and help me at all. She'd laugh and watch my daddy fuck me. She'd even hold me, if I wasn't of a mind to."

"You poor kind," the deputy said and patted the teenage girl's bare thigh.

"Wanna fuck me again?" Julie asked him, a teasing smile on her glistening lips.

"Look, I gotta take you in," the deputy said. "You understand that, don't you? I mean I'm on duty and all, and-"

"Sure, I understand," Julie said and slid down low in the front seat of the police car so that her skirt rode up and the hair between her thighs showed.

"Pull your skirt down, will you please?" the deputy asked her.

"Why? Does it get you hot?" Julie looked and saw the telltale bulge in the young deputy's pants. "Listen you," she said. "I could marry you, and then the court would turn me over to you, put me in your custody or whatever, and we could fuck each other all the time."

"Now you cut that kind of talk out, youngster," the deputy, who was no more than four years older than his girl prisoner, said.

"I've never fucked anybody as good as you," Julie said and kissed the deputy on the neck. "You could drive off to the side road," she said, "and fuck me one more time before they send me back to reform school. You don't even have to take the cuffs off. Just take out your cock and slip it to me."

"You want to marry me just to get out of going back to reform school," the deputy sheriff said. "For no other reason."

"Wanna bet?" Julie asked, and leaned down and gently bit the bulge in the deputy's pants, "Hey! I can't go into the station with a great big hard-on and bring in a young female prisoner that ain't wearing no pants," the deputy said. "They'd think I took your undies off and played stinkfinger on the way down there with you." Cutting the wheel sharply to the right, the deputy drove the patrol car onto a dirt road and up into the woods.

He unzipped his fly and his prick sprang out, big and hard and uncircumcised. Julie, her arms handcuffed behind her back, leaned forward and used her teeth to skin back his foreskin. She gently coated the knob of his cock with saliva. "Wanna put it inside of me?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent "More than anything else in the world," the deputy said and reached for the teenage girl's cunt.

"You'll marry me?" Julie asked, and kept her thighs pressed tightly together.

The deputy's prick stood thick and long, the foreskin revealing the moist, reddish knob. "Let me put it inside, please," the man pleaded.

"Promise you'll marry me?" Julie asked again.

"Okay," the deputy blurted you. "I'll marry you. I'll marry you, just let me-let me-" "Sure," Julie said and spread her legs wide and put her feet up on the car seat.

The deputy's hand went for her snatch, came out wet, and he took out the keys for the cuffs. Julie turned her back to him to let him unlock the cuffs. "Listen, you won't be sorry," she said. "You marry me and I'll blow you every morning before you go to work. I'll blow you when you come home, and the rest of the time, I'll spread my legs for you, like this." The pretty sixteen-year-old girl spread herself wide.

The man unbuttoned her blouse, took out a tit and bit it gently, while Julie guided his stiff prick into her teenage cunt. While he started to fuck her, Julie took her index finger, slipped it up his ass, and felt for his prostate. When she had located it, she dug her nail into the gland through his rectum, and triggered his spunk.

The young man shouted in surprise and joy as he emptied himself into the young teenager. He kept shooting spurts of spunk into her for two minutes, while her nail pressed his prostate. "Gawd, you're the greatest," he said to the girl. "I've never, never-"