As Royce forced his prick into her, Mary's friend hunched wildly, her fingernails making fresh scratches across Royce's back. Mary crept toward the doorway. She still had to go down the hall to the door that was locked. By that time Royce might miss her. She only hoped she could slip out before he caught up.
"Ohhh, you're so big," Teresa sighed, working her hot cunt around as Royce forced his way into her. Mary heard their moaning voices behind her as she ran barefooted. At the door, she jerked the string she'd made and pulled the key out of her pussy. It fit the lock, and in a second she was jumping up the basement stairs two at a time.
Mary half-expected to see Nate Rexford standing by the door with a smile on his face. But no one stopped her. In a moment, she was running across the back lawn, her flimsy nightie fluttering out behind her.
She knew it was going to be embarrassing to confront someone for help. Maybe she could find someone to take her home or borrow a quarter for a phone. But even a taxi would be difficult with what she was wearing.
"Gotta rest," she panted, leaning against a tree. There was nothing stirring back at the big mansion. She went on, her bare feet sinking into sand now as she rounded the cliff and hurried toward the public beach. At this time of night it was closed. She only hoped she'd find a way out. Or maybe she could find someone around.
She didn't have to look long.
"Hey, you!" The flashlight beam hit her in the eyes and she froze. She heard footsteps coming along the fence line. "What the hell are you… Jesus Christ!"
"I know this looks funny," she said, stepping back, "I can explain…"
"You better come with me."
Now she could see that the man who had grabbed her arm was young. He was in some sort of uniform. A security guard of some kind. She heard the jingle of keys as he walked, and the butt of a pistol rubbed her side. He gave her a suspicious look.
"You some kind of a crazy?"
"No, I…"
"Been taking drugs, haven't you."
"No!"
"Like hell. Running around out here in your nightgown." He looked at her ass. "Hell, you don't even have on any panties."
They came to an unmarked car and the security man pushed her forward over the hood. She felt handcuffs at her wrists. He clicked them tight and his hand lingered at her back for a moment. She could hear the man breathing. Now he was touching the hem of her nightie. He pulled it up and she knew that the full moon was shining on her bare bottom. A warm palm followed the plush curve of one cheek and then the other.
Mary sighed, afraid to resist. She was pulled from the hood and shoved into the back seat of the car. The officer drove to a gate, let himself out and locked it again. When she tried to sit up, he told her to stay down. She had tried more than once to tell him why she was running around without any clothes. The man wasn't interested. And instead of driving back into town, he was heading to the country. On a lonely dirt road, he pulled onto a road under some large trees.
"What do you want?" she whimpered.
"If you don't know that by now, you're pretty stupid."
Mary was pulled from the car and pushed up onto the hood again. The security man unlocked her handcuffs, but kept them around one of her wrists. He locked the other cuff to the car's spotlight to keep Mary from getting away. She was sprawled on her back on the fender, her legs pushed up so that her knees touched her tits. The man threw his hat down and undid his gunbelt.
"No!" she whimpered.
"Hell, I can see your cunt shining. You've got to be wet."
"But…" It was no use. The young man had his pants off now and she could see the whiteness of his cock gleaming. She was angry. When he came toward her, she swung as hard as she could with her hand. The man caught it before she could connect. The handcuff rattled as she tried to get her other hand loose.
"I'll bet you're nice and tight," he growled. "Even if you have been fucking around in the bushes."
She lay there panting as he put on a rubber. He tore off his shirt. She looked away, but when he touched her she was more frightened than ever.
"What you worried about?" the man said, his hands rough on her thighs, pushing them back to stretch open her young cunt. A drip of juice ran down the crack of her ass. Why was she so hot? She remembered all too vividly how it had felt to suck the cream from Royce's prick. Maybe that was it. Sucking. Fucking. It all went together. She was losing her mind from thinking about it. And now this young security officer was forcing the rubber-sheathed tip of his cock into her pussy.
"Ohhhh," she gasped as it eased past her cunt lips. The guy was breathing hard now, plunging his hips excitedly. It was as if he'd never had a girl in his life.