Auntie’s Naughty Boys chapter 8

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 a****l 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
"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,
"You're getting hard again," Julie said, "I can feel it." She moved her bare ass on the
plastic seat in the front of the black-and-white patrol car.
"It's gonna be all right, baby. Everything's gonna be all right," the deputy said as he
started to fuck the pretty, blonde girl again.
Lisa watched the men coming out of the hotel: old men, young men, middle-aged
men, and then there was the help. She ignored the latter completely. The others
were salesmen, retired men, nondescript men, and idle men. None of them would
do. They didn't have enough money. In brief shorts and a halter top that left her
midriff bare, the fifteen-year-old girl slowly paraded her stuff. Chest out to make her
titties stand up and out, and swinging her hips to call attention to her best feature, a
gorgeous, beautifully rounded ass, Lisa strutted.
Men looked at her, some winked, others made remarks. Lisa ignored them, and
turned away. From time to time she yawned. She watched the men getting into then:
cars. Here were four that had a brand-new sedan. But four men just wouldn't do. If
some eligible guy didn't come along soon, the damn sheriff's guys would probably
spot her, pick her up and send her back to reform school, the same way they had
treated Julie. Lisa figured maybe she'd better try her luck with truckdrivers, although
they sure as shooting didn't have the kind of money that she was after.
She started down the street, away from the hotel, when she spotted him. He was
about fifty-five, silver hair, distinguished-looking, and his clothes were expensive.
Lisa knew about men's clothes and how to spot winners and avoid losers. This guy
was definitely one of the winners of the world. He had the bellman drive his car up
for him, tipped with a couple of bills, and was about to get into the new, sporty, luxury
car, when Lisa caught his eye. He seemed to lose his cool self-possession when he
took in the scantily dressed teenage girl, but recovered quickly and slid into his car.
The engine purred to life, and he was about to pull away from the curb, when Lisa
sauntered over and casually asked him if he was going out of town.
"As a matter of fact, I am," he said. "But why are you asking me?"
"Because I need a ride out of this town, mister," Lisa said. "Want some company?"
"How old are you?" the man asked skeptically.
"Old enough," Lisa said, and walked around the front of the car, opened the door and
slipped in beside the man. He cleared his throat as she sat up close to him, and
glanced down at her bare leg. "You like my legs?" Lisa asked him and stretched
them out stiff.
The man drove off. He drove down the highway, letting Lisa chatter about how she
was looking for a guy with money to get away from the boring town, and how when
she found a guy like that, there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him.
"Anything?" The guy asked.
"Anything," Lisa assured him. "Why? What have you got in mind?"
The guy cleared his throat. "Ever posed for any photos?"
"You mean nude?" Lisa asked back. "Well, yes, now that you mention it."
"Yeah," Lisa said and licked her lower lip. "I did that for a while. Beaver shots and
The guy grew red. "Any-uh-films?" he asked her.
"Yeah, I had a bit part in some fuck film," Lisa said. "Why, are you a movie producer,
"Ah, well, not, not exactly," the old guy said. "But I am what you call a very keen
amateur photographer and cinematographer. An-ah-serious devotee of the film arts."
"Sounds real neat," Lisa said. "Is that your line of work? Because I'm thinking of
taking up acting and stuff."
"Uh, that's great, heh, heh, I mean, I'm in business, but I'm thinking of devoting more
and more of my time to photo and movie work. And sooner or later-who knows?-I
may need a sexy little actress like you."
"Listen, mister, I can show you how good I am in front of a camera," Lisa said.
"Good, good," the man said. "I can give you an audition right now. Just say the
"You mean right here? On the road?" Lisa asked, "No, of course not. But I've got a
place-uh- about half an hour from here. Want to come and try your luck?"
"I'm game," Lisa said.
Half an hour later, the car pulled up before a large, secluded estate house. "Wow,"
Lisa said. "Is that yours?"
The guy nodded. "It's one of the places I own," he said.
Lisa knew she had hit the jackpot. "You mean you've got more places like this?" she
asked him.
"Not like this, but I've got-oh, about six or seven-in a couple of cities, and then in
Europe." The man led her to the front door.
"You got a wife?" Lisa asked bluntly.
The guy shook his head. "Never got around to that," he said.
He took Lisa upstairs, letting the fifteen-year-old girl lead the way, and she knew he
was getting a good eyeful of her girlish ass. On the second floor, the guy had a
complete, professional photographer's studio. He flicked on a couple of floodlights.
"Now, if you will," he said.
Lisa hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, popped the snaps, and
pulled them down. She turned her back on the guy, giving him a good eyeful of
naked ass, while his camera whirred and clicked, whirred and clicked, as he took
pictures of her. He used strobes as he photographed the half-nude teenager, who
spread her buttocks apart for him, and even knelt down to give him a full rear view of
her split beaver, bunghole, and ass.
"Listen, you got the job," the guy said to Lisa as he loaded his motion picture
"What job?" Lisa asked.
"I need a full-time model," the guy said. "I take an awful lot of pictures here-only for
my own amusement," he said.
"What do you do with them? The pictures?" Lisa asked innocently.
The man grew red and stammered something about art and the beauty of the female
form. But Lisa would not let him off that easily. She wanted to see some of the films
he had taken, and the guy finally could not resist her begging. He pressed a button
so that a screen came down from the ceiling, and pulling up two chairs, he set up a
projector, loaded it, and after switching off the lights, started screening.
His films were of girls. It was always the same treatment. A girl, a waitress in one film
for instance, would appear, smile, and start to strip. When she had her snatch bare,
she would spread it and show pink, moist flesh. Then there were the ass shots, and
finally the girl would masturbate herself to a twitching climax.
As the guy watched, he seemed to get more and more excited. He licked his lips,
breathed funny, and when Lisa put out an exploratory hand on his lap, she found that
he was hard as a rock. Lisa did not waste any time. She unzipped the guy, took out
his stiff penis, and mouthed it. She gave him gentle, warm head. She licked him and
sucked him until he grabbed her hair and called her his little niece and then shot a
big load of spunk into her mouth.
After she got him hard again, Lisa guided the guy's prick into her snatch and let him
fuck her. He had some trouble getting off, but Lisa knew how to fix that with a stiff
finger up his ass pressing on the prostate.
An hour later, she had the guy eating her cunt, slurping away, telling her that he
hadn't been able to get off with a live girl for over five years, and that she was the
first one who had been able to do it, and twice at that.
Julie let him suck her cunt while she gave more head, and brought the guy to a
roaring come for a third time. She slept with the guy that night, and in the morning,
sitting on the edge of the bed, a naked fifteen-year-old girl-and a damned pretty one
at that-on his lap, the guy cupped Lisa's hind-cheeks and begged her to stay with
The girl smiled mysteriously without giving him an answer. Then her slim, cool
fingers rolled his prick against her soft palm until it was hard enough for him to fuck.
She straddled the silver-haired man and rode his prick, letting him see it as it slid in
and out of her pussy. When the guy popped his nuts and chewed on the teenager's
breasts, the girl said, "I think I'll stay for a while."
Overjoyed, the nice, grandfatherly gentleman pulled her ass-cheeks apart and licked
her cunt and bung until she came with a genuine shout of raw lust.
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