Summer Shorts 2

by Huck Pilgrim

  Something clean, soft. White. Cotton.

  Panties.

  Gloria snatched them from his hand. She balled them up in her fist and sighed noisily.

  “Oh,” he said, realizing immediately his mistake.

  He was still standing close to her. Not sure what to do with her hands, Gloria swapped her panties from one fist to the other, then back again. Finally she balled her hands, placed her fists on her hips, and looked past the young officer into the middle distance.

  He folded his big arms across his chest and grinned at her.

  She looked at him. His goofy grin was ridiculous. He had a chipped front tooth. Gloria shook her head and sighed. She blew the air from her lungs. Then she felt herself begin to grin, so she put her head down. Finally she softly chuckled. Looking up, she crossed her own arms against the chill night air.

  “What’s your name?” she asked.

  “Eric Flynn,” he said. “You ever read about me in the newspaper? I was a champion sprinter for Carnal in high school.”

  “Nah,” she shook her head.

  When the expression on his face fell, she chuckled. “Donnell probably knows you,” she said. Donnell had been a sprinter at Cherry High and had many trophies and medals stored in cardboard boxes in his apartment. She wasn’t sure if he really knew Officer Flynn, but she said it to make him feel better.

  “It was a few years ago,” he said. He shrugged his shoulders.

  Officer Flynn asked for her name and Gloria told him. She used her panties to clean her hands, then dab at her face. Cleaning herself in front of him made her feel trashy, but it seemed pointless to turn away now, especially since he’d just held her panties in his hand.

  She felt her nipples rubbing against the fabric of her dress. Hunching her shoulders, she twined her arms together, as much to protect herself from the cold as to hide her excitement. Why did acting cheap always have to turn her on?

  He seemed so nice. She felt as if he might actually want to help her.

  Butterflies roared through her tummy. She didn’t believe she’d done anything illegal. And even if sex in the park was prohibited, no one had been hurt.

  “Officer Flynn—,” Gloria whispered.

  She leaned in closer toward him, her arms still laced together. She could smell his cologne, a sharp hint of citrus. Looking into his eyes, she chewed her lower lip.

  “Let me go,” she finally whispered.

  She didn’t want to deal with his rude partner anymore. Didn’t want to have to look into her Aunt Louise’s sad eyes, explain herself. Again.

  Officer Flynn grinned.

  Gloria felt encouraged by his smile.

  “Please,” she begged.

  She felt the fire smolder between her legs and this time she didn’t hide her face. If he saw the pleasure in her eyes, that might even help.

  Taking a deep breath, Officer Flynn swelled his chest.

  He reached for her bare shoulder.

  Looking at his hand, she felt a little tingle in her chest. He traced his index finger to her elbow. For such a big person, he had a light touch.

  “Let you go,” he repeated softly.

  Gloria shivered. If Mr. Murphy’s money had made Donnell mad, how furious would he be to learn that she was flirting with the same cop who had chased him through the park? The thought of infuriating Donnell by flirting with Officer Flynn sent a pulse of unbidden desire through her pussy. She was hopeless. Shameful. She squeezed her thighs together and smoothed the fabric of her dress across her tummy and thighs.

  “What can you do for me?” he asked.

  His voice caught, making his last words a few octaves higher than when he started. Smiling sheepishly, he cleared his throat, his cheeks reddening. He moved his hand under the hair on the back of her neck.

  Gloria looked him in the face. Took a deep breath.

  He used his thumb to stroke her cheek.

  His eyes were on her breasts, her hips. What he was describing was outrageous. Dangerous and frightening. But the idea of having sex with him for her freedom made her wet.

  Nuzzling his hand, she lowered her head. Fingered the buttons on his uniform.

  Could she really fuck him?

  Flirting was one thing, fucking was something else. She had allowed Joe Murphy to play with her in his car, but she hadn’t really considered that an infidelity. To Gloria, that night was more like a happy accident. She hadn’t even realized Joe was interested in her, until her body was already thrumming with sexual need. But if she were to fuck Officer Flynn tonight, it would be a deliberate betrayal.

  Premeditated sex.

  The sort of thing only a tramp would do.

  “Where’s your partner?” Gloria asked in a husky whisper. She was thirsty and her voice cracked. She swallowed and licked her lips.

  “Foot patrol,” Officer Flynn said, his voice firm. “He walks the whole park. It takes a while.”

  He was telling her it would be their little secret. She grinned at him, but then felt a sudden pang of guilt and averted her eyes.

  “What does a girl have to do?” Gloria asked.

  She knew she was asking what she would have to do, but she took comfort in asking the question in third person. It was a bit of self-delusion. She could pretend the answer he gave would happen to some other girl, even though she knew it would be for her.

  He snorted softly.

  “A girl,” he whispered, “just has to bend over this table.” Officer Flynn rapped twice on the wood with his knuckles.

  “I’ll do the rest.”

  His hands went to her hips, started to explore her body.

  She could feel her pussy creaming as he ran his knuckles over her chest. He lifted the hem of her dress and rubbed her bare bottom. Gloria squirmed and pushed her dress back down.

  “You’ll let me go?” she asked.

  She pressed her body against his, reaching up to put her arms around his neck. She could feel his hard cock against her tummy. “You’ll let me go?” she repeated.

  He grinned and cupped her ass in his hands. Gloria moaned softly.

  Officer Flynn settled himself on the edge of the picnic table and pulled Gloria toward him. She straddled his leg, pressing her crotch into his thigh. Her dress rode up to an indecent height and she allowed it.

  Opening her mouth, Gloria arched her neck towards his face.

  She wanted to sample his warm breath, lick his tongue. His teeth. But he wouldn’t tilt his head down to meet her lips. Instead he slipped his finger into her open mouth, and—much to his amusement—she suckled him.

  She started working her groin on his thigh, like a puppy in heat. Again she craned for his mouth, and again he dodged her.

  And then she knew.

  He’d watched Donnell come on her face and in her mouth. He was willing to feel her up and take a turn on her pussy. He would probably even stick his cock in her mouth or up her ass. But kissing? Kissing was out.

  Who kisses a whore?

  She stopped rolling her bottom. Her pussy throbbed with an urgent need. He was a nice guy and she was a whore. She would be his pump tonight, nothing more.

  She rested her head on his chest and listened to the heavy thumping of his heart. Or was that her own? She could feel his fingertips lightly tracing the damp crack between her legs. Without moving her head, she sighed.

  She squeezed her eyes shut as tightly a she could. Officer Flynn took her shoulders in his strong hands and stood her up. He stood himself, then stepped away from the edge of the table.

  He looked at her. Tilted his head.

  Waited.

  She grasped both edges of the table, blew the air from her lungs. Her thoughts went briefly to Donnell, but she pushed him from her mind. Her pulse raced. The butterflies in her stomach were so strong she thought she might be physically sick.

  And then Gloria bent over, laying her cheek on the table.

  She was a terrible person. She knew it.

  She heard his utility belt jang
le as he slipped it from his hips. It made a great clattering noise as he lay it in a heap on the table. He stood behind her.

  “Wait,” she said feebly.

  She felt so ashamed. This time it was an honest to God feeling of remorse, and not the feeling that made her pussy wet.

  “This is terrible,” she said, her voice rising as she spoke.

  “It’s cheap, it’s tawdry.” Mustering all her remaining willpower, she craned her neck and looked him right in the eye.

  “It’s just wrong,” she said.

  He smiled his same goofy boy smile.

  “Of course it is,” he said, unzipping his fly. “We’re trading sex for freedom. It’s wrong for me to ask. It’s wrong for you to comply.”

  “But—” Officer Flynn quickly added, placing his hand on her hip.

  He stroked her thigh and she craned her neck to hear what he would say next.

  “If you absolutely have to have it,” he said. Here he lowered his voice to a sexy rumble and slipped his hands between her legs. His touch was golden fire, and Gloria moaned. She was absolutely soaked.

  “You can grant yourself a little amnesty.”

  Her knees felt weak and she turned her head back to the front. She felt the hem of her dress flip onto her back. And for the second time that night, Gloria felt the cool night air on her ass. Tightening her grip on the edges of the table, she braced herself.

  He rubbed the thick head of his cock between her legs.

  And then he slipped inside her, causing her to gasp. With both his hands on her hips, he started to stroke her pussy. He had a long cock and soon Gloria began rolling her hips and moaning.

  He bent to her ear and whispered: “Is Donnell’s cock as big as mine?”

  When he spoke Donnell’s name, Gloria felt a spike of guilt. The shame combined with the big cock plowing her wet pussy made her whimper. He kept asking her to compare him with Donnell. She had obviously stumbled into some crazy competition between the two of them. Probably something that had been going on since high school. That meant that Officer Flynn was fucking her only because she was Donnell’s girl. She felt more shame wash over her, but she refused to hang her head. Refused to let the shame own her. Each stroke of this young cop’s cock stoked the most incredible feelings in her pussy.

  Gloria heard the crash of another utility belt on the table. His partner was back!

  “Officer Flynn!” she cried, her words husky from sex.

  “Officer Flynn!”

  Officer Jones stood no more than three feet away from her. He fished a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it. Gloria lay her chest flat on the table and used her hands to lower her dress over her bottom, as if the thin fabric could somehow protect her modesty.

  “Please,” she gasped, craning her head around to the police officer filling her pussy.

  Officer Flynn stopped his strokes but kept his cock buried deep inside her. He leaned over her and she could feel his weight on her back.

  “Officer Jones doesn’t care,” the young cop said. He rotated his hips and Gloria felt his fat cock moving inside her. Looking to his partner, he asked: “Do you care, Officer Jones?”

  “Officer Jones does not care,” the older cop said. “Not one bit.”

  He snorted. He wasn’t even looking at Gloria. He propped his foot on the bench, rested his elbow on his knee, and took a toke from his cigarette. He blew smoke onto the glowing end of the cigarette.

  “Come on,” he said. “Hurry up.”

  Officer Flynn chuckled. “Easy,” he cooed. “Easy.”

  He remained bent over Gloria, his cock deep inside her.

  Gloria worked her hands under her body. As soon as she got herself up, his hands cupped her breasts. “Officer Flynn, please,” she whispered. “Please.”

  She didn’t exactly want him to stop fucking her.

  She wasn’t sure what she wanted. It was certainly humiliating to feel his cock grinding between her legs as his partner stood nearby. This, the same man who had practically called her a slut to her face. Now he’d caught her red-handed, behaving in exactly the manner he’d said she would. And the worst part? She was enjoying it. Her pussy had never felt this wet, this hungry, this eager. She’d never felt so alive. Maybe he was right. Maybe all the old people were right. Her teachers, her counselors. Maybe everyone already knew. Even her pastor. She was a slut.

  Gloria hung her head.

  Officer Flynn needled his partner for not walking his entire beat. Officer Jones bragged of his own park conquests. Gloria understood she wasn’t the first detainee treated this way, but she got the sense that this might have been the first time Officer Flynn had taken a girl in this manner. If it were his first time, he was certainly good at it. As she squirmed, he kept reeling her in with his big hands, slowly grinding his hips against her, all the while keeping up his end of the conversation with Officer Jones. Gloria felt as alone as she had at the start of the evening, handcuffed on the bench—only this time she felt all alone with Officer Flynn’s big cock between her legs, driving her mad.

  Gloria recalled the hesitance in his voice when he’d propositioned her. How needy he sounded when he’d asked if she recognized his name. She knew she should be angry with him, but somehow she wasn’t. He was just a needy boy. He needed her pussy. He needed someone to prop up his flagging ego. He needed to outdo Donnell.

  Soon Gloria heard only the sound of crickets chirping and her own deep breathing. The men had stopped talking. Officer Flynn began giving her long deep strokes. Lowering her head, Gloria groaned with satisfaction.

  As she gave herself over to the feelings, she sheepishly noted this was the second time in one night Officer Jones had witnessed her getting fucked. She wondered how he’d known her mother, who had married soon after high school. Maybe he had even dated her at Carnal High, before she had even met her father.

  Officer Flynn started to rock his hips with purpose, and Gloria had to grab the edges of the table to steady herself. Officer Jones dropped his cigarette into the dirt and crushed it with his boot.

  He watched her for a minute. Smiled at her and she noticed a dimple.

  He took a step toward his belt on the table.

  Lowering her eyes to his groin, Gloria wondered if he was enjoying her display. Wondered if he was hard. Now that she was over the shock of having him here, she found she enjoyed him watching her be ravished. She was doing things tonight she’d only imagined in her wildest dreams. More than the sex, she was standing on her own. She’d rescued herself, betraying her jerk of a boyfriend. She’d earned her freedom from a nice guy, who wanted to fuck her for only a single night, because she was a whore. It boggled the mind. Gloria wondered if there were any slutty little thing left remaining that she could possibly still do?

  Officer Jones unzipped his fly.

  Gloria gasped. What felt like an electric shock of realization raced down her chest. Both of them? She twisted her body to look back at Officer Flynn, who slowed his strokes.

  He petted her hair. Caressed her face. She felt his calloused hand on her cheek. He stopped moving his hips. He wore the most soulful expression on his face.

  “He’s my partner,” he whispered softly, like a lover. “My partner.”

  She looked at Officer Jones. He squeezed his fat cock.

  He was hard!

  He was also thick, red and wet.

  He had a huge bush of tightly wound pubic hair surrounding his cock. She wondered if he was one of those men whose entire body was covered with coarse hair, like some sort of wild ape.

  Officer Flynn resumed his strokes and no one said anything.

  Gloria kept her head down. Officer Jones had humiliated her, insulted her mother. His confidence that she would set all that aside and take him in her mouth infuriated her. Yet there he stood, not more than a foot from her head, patiently holding his cock in his hand. Waiting for her to suck his dick.

  Wet sloppy noises came from her bottom.

  Raising her head, Gl
oria eyed Officer Jones warily. She knew this much: the more Officer Flynn stoked her pussy, the closer she came to taking Officer Jones in her mouth. She allowed herself a tiny moan, a whimper. On the head of his penis big drops of cum glistened in the moonlight. When Gloria found herself wondering how those big drops might taste, she knew it was only a matter of time. Worse, she knew that the men knew it too. They were watching her.

  Waiting.

  She was the sole focus of their attention.

  Gloria lingered over her decision, drawing her choice out, anticipating the feel of one warm cock in her mouth, another driving away between her legs. She let this part play itself out slowly, whether she was savoring the feeling of being at the mercy of her own needs, or hoping to be rescued, she couldn’t really say for sure.

  “Swallow your pride,” Officer Jones said softly. “It’s okay.”

  “Lots of girls do it,” he whispered.

  Suppose a warrant is issued for your arrest. If it’s a bench warrant, it’s a call you can’t ignore. You have to deal with it. You don’t have a choice.

  Suppose the call comes from a judge. Or if not from a judge, from someone with authority. Someone you trust. Suppose you’re the one making the call? Suppose you already know what you want. Suppose you’ve known it for a long time. Suppose you’re the judge, issuing a warrant for your own arrest. Suppose you get the call, suppose you answer it.

  Suppose you do just what you’ve always longed to do.

  Gloria sighs.

  She reaches toward Officer Jones. When she feels the heat of his cock in her hand, she begins to warm to her task. Her breath gets short. She feels lightheaded. She hears Officer Jones and Officer Flynn laughing, but the sound seems to come from far away. Her focus is entirely on the cock in her hand. She strokes Officer Jones, building up her courage to take him in her mouth. As she opens her mouth and tilts her head, she thinks about her mother. She wonders if her mother and Officer Jones were ever lovers. Had her mother ever taken this same cock in her mouth when she was just a girl? Is her mother a slut? Was she? Did she ever fuck two or three boys at a time in the park?