Bench Warrant
Huck Pilgrim
Copyright 2012 by Huck Pilgrim
Smashwords Edition
Now available as a single story, Bench Warrant first appeared in the Summer Shorts 2 collection.
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Contents
Introduction
Bench Warrant is a single story from the Summer Shorts series.
In “Bench Warrant,” Gloria Dean is back. This time the police find Gloria in a compromising position in a public park. When the Canal police play “good cop, bad cop,” you better believe they aren’t looking for a confession. But sweet Gloria doesn’t know this. After she finishes satisfying the kind young officer, she realizes—much to her chagrin—that she may have to ride the nightstick of the surly older cop, too.
Bench Warrant is an adult work that features a single short story in its entirety, totaling about 7000 words or 28 printed pages.
Summer Shorts are brief, erotic stories, just long enough to get you sizzling. Each story takes place in the small town of Carnal, where it’s always burning, no matter what the season.
Bench Warrant
Gloria Dean lay on a picnic table in a deserted area of Carnal Park. Her boyfriend stood over her, gliding his wet cock between her legs. With her knees almost touching her chest, Gloria’s forehead and neck grew damp with sweat. All wound up like a cheap tension toy, she clutched the thick wooden edges of the tabletop, bit her lower lip, and softly groaned. His hands pressed on the back of her thighs, and she could feel the fabric of her light summer dress, now bunched up and riding high on her slender waist. A cool night breeze tickled her bare bottom. Her cotton panties sat discarded, near her face, in exactly the place where Donnell had laid them, not long after he had slipped them from her boyish hips.
Gloria loved to watch Donnell fuck.
He was twenty-two-years old—four years older than her—and had a finely muscled body. He twisted his dark face and gritted his fine white teeth. Pushing her legs to either side, Donnell hunched himself over her, cupped her shoulders in his big slender hands and moved his hips with an urgent need. He began pulling her onto his thick cock even as he thrust himself inside her slippery pussy. She could tell he was close to coming. Very close. She was almost there herself.
At eighteen, Gloria had had only a handful of lovers—including Joe Murphy, a Carnal parent who fingered her pussy to the most delightful orgasm in the front seat of his car—but she believed Donnell to be the best. For one, he was big enough to manhandle her. She was coming to realize, with some small shock, that she actually liked being forced to have sex. The powerful thrill of surrendering herself to someone else’s needs turned her on. She found sexual pleasure in giving up control, allowing herself to be taken. To be used. Donnell sometimes stood holding her naked bottom in his big hands. He would lower her small frame onto his cock, filling her pussy as she squirmed. Gloria liked to hang from his neck by her arms, pretending she was his prisoner. She would scissor her legs around his hips, and listen to him whisper dirty nothings in her ear.
Gloria’s parents had forbidden her to see Donnell.
By necessity, the two lovers perfected the art of finding a place to fuck, often in public. Earlier this year, at the end of her junior year in high school, Gloria had been ordered from her parent’s home in nearby Cherry to the town of Carnal. She was to live with her Aunt Louise, who Gloria dearly loved and always tried to please. But because she was a teenager, the desire to please her aunt was no match for the desire to ride Donnell’s cock, so she often found herself sneaking out to meet Donnell whenever she could. This warm July evening was one such occasion.
Donnell slipped himself from between her legs and straightened his back. Gloria’s breath came in deep heavy heaves, still filled with lust. She reached out to him with her legs, trying to draw him back into her wet sex. Donnell stroked his cock and looked down on her. She had long dark, hair, thick eyebrows, and big chocolate eyes. Not a remarkably beautiful girl, but her face had an innocent quality that belied her desire for kinky sex and made fucking her that much more pleasurable to watch. Seeing him ready to finish, she removed her ankles from his shoulders as if she were dismounting a horse; first one, and then the other.
Climbing onto the bench beside her, Donnell slowly stroked his wet cock with his fist. Gloria dutifully raised her head and opened her mouth, her grip tightening on the edge of the table. As she waited, she squeezed her thighs together and twisted her trunk, trying to satisfy the deep need that still rumbled between her legs.
Donnell softly moaned and came on her face.
She took pleasure in the warm come her lover splashed across her open mouth. She swallowed quickly and kept her mouth open, her tongue extended. His briny taste and soft sighs egged her on. She enjoyed the hungry look she knew she had inspired in him. He was missing her mouth, coming on her cheeks and on her forehead. In her hair, down the front of her dress and on her bare shoulders and chest. Finally Donnell’s deep moans gave way to satisfied sighs, and he stopped stroking himself.
In the next instant, Gloria found herself bathed in a bright, harsh light. She heard an authoritative voice shout: “Carnal, Police!”
She cocked her head and squinted, holding her arm out and shielding her eyes with her hand.
Donnell hiked his shorts to his waist, stuffed his cock into his pants, and broke into a run. Gloria sat up, quickly swinging her legs off the table and pushing her dress into her lap. She briefly considered following Donnell, but she wasn’t sure which way he had gone. Wasn’t sure where her flip flops or purse were. That bright light disoriented her.
Instead of running, she squeezed her eyes shut, turned her head, and let out a low rolling whimper. She heard someone race past her, the slap of fast moving feet, the jangle of a utility belt filled with all manner of equipment.
The light continued to shine in her face.
She looked to see if she could spot Donnell or the person chasing after him, but the bright light had ruined her night vision and she saw only the inky blackness of night. Turning back to the light, she stood up. She did this as much to allow her dress to fall back over her hips and cover her bare bottom as to confront the person shining the light in her eyes.
“Don’t move,” she heard.
Gloria stood still. Her blood thumped in her ears. She squinted, raised her arm, and tried to look past her hand to visualize the man holding the light on her. “Who are you?” she said. “We weren’t doing anything.”
“Lower your hand,” he said.
Gloria lowered her hand. She licked her lips and tasted Donnell’s salty come. With a gasp, she realized her face and hair were still covered with his sticky come. She raised her hand to wipe her face, to clean herself up.
“Lower your hand,” he said. “Lower your hand!”
His tone was demanding and urgent and Gloria froze. He instructed her to turn and put her hands behind her back. She sighed noisily and slumped her shoulders in the way that teenagers often do. He repeated the command in the same no-nonsense voice. Gloria turned and put her hands behind her, slowly shaking her head. “Oh, come on,” she said. “This is so stupid.”
In a few quick steps, he was behind her, slipping her wrists into handcuffs. As she felt the cold metal on her skin, she wanted to cry.
“Sit,” he said. He nodded to the picnic table bench.
He shined the light back on her face and she winced as she sat. Gloria tried to duck her head, to hide the come that was on her face and in her hair. But the officer took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up. Shining the light in her eyes, he tilted her face first to one side, and then the other.
Gloria closed her eyes. She could feel her face heating up. Licking her dry lips, she tasted more of Donnell’s come.
She thought she might really begin to sob, but then something happened, something snapped inside of her. She was tired of being pushed around. Pushed around by her parents. Pushed around by her high school counselors and teachers. Even by the pastor at her church. But mostly she was tired of being pushed around by her own needs. Everyone was trying to keep her from Donnell. Everyone thought they knew what she needed better than she. Everyone was judging her, finding her lacking.