Heavy clouds were beginning to shroud and cover the full moon that shone over the dark and quiet suburb.

I drove down the dark street with my headlights off between the parked silhouetted cars. I didn’t want any of the neighbors to see me. They’d probably wonder what an old beater car like mine was doing in their fancy, schmancy little ‘burb.

I parked across the street from my girlfriend’s house, a place I’ve only visited a couple times to pick up Nadine. Sweet Nadine was an easy lay who paid for everything. She was a twenty-four-year old college girl I met at the university when I sold her and her friends some “stuff.”

My parole officer said I was too smart for jail and had recommended I go back and finish school, an idea I didn’t care for until bagging college girls like Nadine became my “major.”

She was turned on very easily by me—especially after her poppa told her not to date me, telling her I was an “aimless, shiftless, gutless, doped up thief and loser.” I told her he was dead-on accurate, right before I took her in my arms in the middle of the crowded school hallway and kissed her. She started buying me dinner and spreading her legs for me three times a week.

It was beautiful, except for one little problem.

My phone started buzzing and I knew it was her.

“Nadine, baby, what’s up?” I asked as I eyed her house.

There it was. That silhouette by the upstairs window. A womanly figure moving in the light.

“Hey, sweetie,” her sweet voice said on the phone, high-pitched and honey-dipped, trying to sound sexy by sounding babyish.

“Aw, talk to me, sexy,” I said to her.

“Ooh,” she cooed. “I miss you.”

I watched the figure move by the window, dancing a little.

“Saw you yesterday, baby,” I said.

“Missing you already,” she said. The silhouette sat on the windowsill.

“What are you up to, baby girl?” I asked.

“I’m stuck at work,” she said in that nasal, pooh-poohing voice she likes to use.

I grinned and shook my head. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she said sadly.

“That’s too bad,” I said. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She clicked her tongue and whined, “What do you mean ‘maybe’?”

“Depends.”

“You better see me tomorrow,” she purred. “You working now, honey?”

“About to start, Nadini my little genie,” I said, ready to turn off the phone. “Oughtta be lots of customers once the rain starts. See you later, okay?”

“Dinner and a movie tomorrow, baby?”

“Eh, more like cheap vodka and a motel,” I said.

“What am I, a hooker?” she said.

“And worth every penny, doll,” I said to her.

“Ooh, okay, sweetheart,” she said with a laugh. “Bye. I love you.”

I ended the call quickly while I watched the figure turn off the light. Then I received a text message.

“Are you here yet?” the message read. I grinned.

That was from Alison, my cute little problem. She was Nadine’s sixteen-year-old sister. And she was moving about in her bedroom up there either nude or in something skintight.

“Not yet,” I texted her in reply.

“Hurry b4 dad comes home,” she replied quickly. “Front door open.” Then she sent me a few hearts and a picture of her lifting her tank top, pert little breasts underneath.

I kissed the phone and turned off the engine. Raindrops were falling as I exited the old car. I put on my leather jacket. I closed the door quietly so no nosy neighbors would hear. The glowing eyes of a silhouetted cat floated by. I prowled my way to the front door of this big house.

I looked around for her father’s vehicle. The police car wasn’t around so the pig was still at work. I opened the door quietly. No alarm went off, despite the home security sign I noted on the lawn. A drizzle began as I was closing the door.

The house was dark except for some glowing nightlights. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the inside of the house.

I could make out the big screen TV, some vases, sculptures. I could clean this place out if I was still into that old life.

A light turned on. I froze. It was the kitchen. I could see Alison moving about in there, getting herself a drink of bottled water while tapping on her phone.

I crept towards her like a shark. She was wearing a pink tank top and black boy shorts. I liked how she was leaning on the counter with her legs crossed. I liked how her ass moved from one side to the other.

I was right behind her. I waited for her to put down the bottle, then I pounced on her.

She screamed as I laughed, wrapping my arms around her.

“Oh, my fucking God, you scared the fucking shit out of me!” she yelled.

She pushed me away and slapped at me with her little hands. I backed up. She put a hand to her head to recover.

“I thought you were still in the city or something, working, you ass,” she whined.

“Came to surprise you, baby,” I said.

Thunder crashed outside. She stared at me and fidgeted as I approached her.

Sweet Alison. When I had dinner with the family once, the women got along fine with me, while their dad would glare at me across the table. Alison liked my jokes. She liked my tattoos. She liked the way I made fun of her strict dad. She liked the way I smoked a cigarette. She liked that I offered her one when we were alone. When I asked her for her phone number, she liked that, too.

Now that she was calming down after the jump scare, I took her hand and pulled that lovely teen towards me and into my arms. I entangled my fingers into hers and looked down at her with a sleazy grin. She could feel my horniness and seemed to get nervous, biting her lip and looking away.

“You miss me?” I asked.

“Hell, no,” she said.

I kept staring at her. She shook a little.

“Yes,” she said quickly. She laid her head on my chest.

I grabbed her and held her up by the waist. “Well, let’s not waste any time.” On her toes, with her face level to mine, she was able to start kissing me. “Mm, I want you,” I said.

She responded with more kissing. I pulled away and sighed.

“I want that pussy,” I declared.

She made a playful angry face before kissing me again. I pulled away again.

“You got some pussy for me, little Ali?” She got shy again and looked away. “Dirty little alley cat,” I said into her ear, making her squirrel up and grin.

I landed her back flat on her bare feet and looked into her eyes.

“How is my pussy?” I asked, firmly holding her behind her neck. I had made her promise that her pussy was all for me.

She shrunk and hunched her shoulders and laughed a nervous laugh.

After I asked her again, she finally answered, “I don’t know. It’s fine?”

“It’s ready for me?”

She bit her lip, rubbed her thighs, looked at me, and nodded, body swaying nervously.

More lightning illuminated the house as thunder roared outside. And we got lost in a wet kiss.

I had met up with her after school one time, offering a ride home. Instead I drove her to a far-off spot where we could sit and chat and smoke weed, and she could badmouth her parents and gossip about friends and blab and blab until I made her suck my cock. She called me up a week later asking me to “kidnap” her again. I took her to the movies, where I could hold hands with her and share popcorn with her and kiss her and touch her and finger her pussy and, of course, make her suck my cock.

I pulled out of the kiss. “Let’s go to your boudoir.”

“My who what?”

“Take me upstairs, show me that pussy.”

She slapped my chest and got fidgety again. “Stop it.”

I took her hand. “Hey, be a good pussy now.”

“You asshole,” she said, stomping her feet as she followed me.

“Lead the way, pussy,” I ordered her.

She laughed and pulled away from me and then led me up the stairs.

It was a typical teenage girl’s room. Stupid posters of stupid heartthrobs, lots of goddamn pink, an old teddy bear or two from her childhood, frilly, flowery pillow covers. And here I was dressed in black, in my black leather jacket, the villain invading the cop’s daughter’s room. I chuckled at that.

She spun around to look at me, her beautiful baby soft legs twisted, as she played with the waistband of her boy shorts, eyeing me with a mischievous look.

“I like that,” I said.

She rolled her hips around and danced for me.

I pulled my jacket off and dropped it on a chair over one of the teddy bears. I had a thin black T shirt on. I knew she, just like her sister, liked the tattoos running down my muscular forearm.

She took off her tank top and swung it in the air while she danced so cute, her little tits bouncing. Then she turned her back to me and did a slight twerking dance.

“Yeah,” I said.

With a sudden cobra-like move, I grabbed her, lifted her as she yelped, and threw her onto the bed. She turned on her belly and tried to crawl away. I grabbed her ankles and dragged her towards me. I took one leg and swung it over the other, making her turn onto her back. I spread her legs apart and crawled onto the bed.

She was panting as she opened her arms wide to welcome me. Into her arms and between her legs, I went. I could feel her heart beating fast. I touched her forehead and her hair while I stared into her eyes and licked her lips and jammed my tongue into her mouth.

The rain was getting harder, slamming raindrops on the window so hard it sounded like hail.

“We gotta hurry,” she insisted. “You got here so late,” she whined. “Now my dad—"

“Shit,” I grumbled. I started kissing her neck and grabbing at her titties.

“If he catches you, he’ll arrest you,” she warned between moans and groans.

“Let him catch us like this.”

“No, like this?”

“Just like this,” I said between kisses and excited exhales. “Me on top of his baby girl, fucking the bejesus out of you. I’ll say, ‘sorry, officer, your baby girl is too fucking hot!’”

She giggled. “He’ll fuck you up so bad…”

“Fuck that bitch-ass. I can take him.”

“Nuh-unh,” she said, shaking her head while I licked her face, chin to temple.

“Ew,” she complained. “He’ll shoot you,” she said with another giggle.

“Ha,” I said as more rumbling thunder crashed. “That’s why I get to enjoy fucking both his sexy daughters.”

“Oh, both of us?” she asked.

I ran my fingers down to her boy shorts and sunk my hand inside making her give out a few quick gasps.

I stopped and looked into her eyes. “But you most of all,” I added. “Nadine’s just not as pretty as her hot little sister,” I said, to which she smiled. “And not half as freaky.”

She stopped resisting me and kissed back. I got up and pulled her boy shorts off and flung them across the room. I grabbed her ankles and lifted them. She grabbed her thighs to hold her legs up. I buried my face into her pussy.

She grabbed my hair as I worked on her pussy.

Then I poked a finger into her pussy. “You like that?” She nodded eagerly.

I poked another finger into her anus. “You like that?” She shook her head vigorously.

“You don’t like me?” I asked, giving her a doubtful look.

She nodded quickly. “I do, I do,” she said in a pipsqueak voice.

“So, you’ll take the pain for me?” I asked.

She winced. She considered it. Then she bit her lip and nodded.

I dug two fingers deeper and she cried out. Her eyes were closed. I kissed her cheek and her mouth.

“Alison? Aren’t you my baby? My pussy?”

“Yes,” she managed to say, with tears in her eyes.

I dipped my fingers deeper and she groaned in pain, her hands flailing about the bed. “That’s a good girl,” I said as I watched her pained expressions with glee. “Sweet little slutty girl,” I said.

“Ow, ow,” she started complaining.

“Say ‘fuck me’,” I said.

“Ooh, fuck me,” she begged me.

“And you need my cock so bad, don’t you?”

She looked at me with pained eyes. “Yes.”

I released her anus and she exhaled loudly. “Where do you want it, baby? You choose.”

“My pussy.”

“Louder.”

“My pussy!”

“Say, ‘your tight little pussy.’”

Her voice got serious as she looked in my eyes and said, “My tight little pussy,” with a little attitude.

I liked that. I made her scoot up on the bed. I pulled my pants down and entered her bed again. She spread her legs wide for me.

“Yes,” she kept saying over and over with every breath.

My phone was buzzing. I was sure it was Nadine. I ignored it.

I crept towards her like she was my prey. She had a look of scared delight in her face.

And when she felt my cock going inside her, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a wide smile. And when the cock didn’t stop pressing into her, her mouth shifted from a smile to a look of shock as she muttered, “Oh, my God.”

“Aw, sweet pussy, you like that?” I asked as I pressed in.

“I like it,” she said breathlessly. “I like it.”

“Guess what?” I said.

She sighed heavily before looking at me. “What?”

“That’s just the tip,” I said.

“Huh?”

“Here it comes,” I warned her.

“Wait,” she tried to say but I didn’t wait.

I slammed into her so hard she screamed as her fingernails dug into me. I eased up letting her recover. Then I slammed into her again with a loud grunt. I held it in her. She held her breath. I pushed it in deeper and deeper before easing up again. She let out a breath.

“Oh, fuck,” she said.

“Doing good, baby girl,” I said into her eyes. She smiled at that.

“Again, again,” she said.

I fucked her at a more normal pace letting her enjoy and appreciate having my cock inside her. She had a look of fascination on her face. She’d stare off to the side, her eyes twinkling, feeling the sensations. Then she’d look back into my eyes with this look of love and gratitude.

We had touched each other so much on our little after-school adventures that it didn’t occur to me till now that I may be taking her virginity. As much as it turned me on to deflower this little honeybird, I hoped she wouldn’t get too attached to me.

“I love you,” she said, tightening her arms around me.

“Shit,” I said under my breath.

“What?”

“Shift your body up a little,” I said.

She scooted up and I readjusted myself to continue fucking her. I held her in a way to keep her face buried in my shoulder so I wouldn’t see her googly-eyed puppy face.

More thunder ripped through the sky and rumbled. But we also saw a flash of headlights and heard a honk.

“Oh, no,” Alison whined.

“Let me finish,” I ordered her.

“Wait,” she continued whining.

I cursed and pulled my hard, wet cock out her drenched pussy. She rolled over under me and hurried her naked body to the window.

“Them?” I asked.

She sighed in relief and shook her head. She turned to me, those pretty legs twisted again.

“Just my neighbor,” she said.

I jumped off the bed and crept towards her. She stiffened up as if to protect herself, grinning at me as I prowled towards her, cock hanging and pointing at her.

Just as I was on top of her, she tried to run, but I grabbed her and kept her in place by the window, making her turn around. I squeezed my cock between her thighs and rubbed it there while holding her.

She grabbed what she could of my cock while she turned her face to receive my licks and kisses.

“Give the neighbors a show,” I said.

She suddenly realized she was butt naked in front of the window and started squirming, but I kept her in place and laughed into her ear.

“Show them your tits, baby girl,” I said.

She giggled and tried to cover herself while lightning luminated her.

I grabbed her hips and pushed her body back. “Bend over,” I commanded her.

She spread her legs back and held on to the windowsill. She looked back at me a little nervous.

“Doggy style?” she said.

“Sort of,” I said. “Keep bending over.”

She contorted herself, back arched, ass higher.

“There you go,” I told her reassuringly.

I rubbed my cock on her pussy. She tried to move into a better position to receive but I stopped her. Then I rubbed my cock on her anus. She jumped a little. She started squirming.

“Don’t move,” I said.

She was breathing hard again. “Oh, God,” she muttered.

My cock was already wet. I poked the tip into her. She jerked a little. I pushed it in further. She was moaning through clenched teeth. She started shaking her head.

“You said loved me, right?” I reminded her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“This much?” I said, pushing my cock into her a little more.

“Yes,” she managed to say before she gasped.

“Or this much?” I said, pushing in just a little deeper.

She bit her lip and to my delight and surprise, she pushed herself back onto my cock a little more. “That much,” she said, with that fierce slut attitude I liked.

I laughed and fucked her slowly in that position. She grabbed the curtain by accident and nearly took it down before releasing it and grabbing the windowsill again.

When I was sure she had enough, I pulled out of her gently while she exhaled, “Ohhhhhh my God.”

I stood back, stroking my cock, while she slowly staggered back to the bed to lie down. I stood over her as she panted and grabbed one of the frilly pillows to hold. Her eyes were shut tight. She opened her eyes in time to see me grinning at her as I shot my cum onto her navel. Her pained expression broke into a smile.

“You okay, nasty little alley cat?”

She nodded, touching her nipples, looking at me so lovingly.

“You did so good, baby girl,” I told her, running a hand through her hair as she lay there. I touched her face and dipped a thumb into her mouth.

“Thanks,” she said, then sucked my thumb a little.

She touched the cum that was on her body and rubbed it on herself while staring at me.

“I like getting fucked by you,” she said in a babyish voice that sounded like her sister.

“Ooh, daddy would be so mad right now to hear you say that,” I chided her.

“So mad,” she agreed.

I looked at her. “Yeah, fuck him.”

She looked at me with devilish eyes and repeated, “Fuck him.”

I watched her writhing around in that annoyingly pink bed looking so cute as she touched herself and looked at me with those doe eyes. How I’d love for her Top Cop Dad to see his defiled daughter all lovestruck with my cum all over her conquered little body.

“I gotta go, baby girl,” I said to her. My phone was buzzing again. I went to her small bathroom to clean up a little.

She groaned and pouted. “No,” she said. She grinned at me when I returned. “Fuck me again.” She spread her legs open. “Please.”

I laughed while I got dressed. “I’d need at least an hour before I could give you a decent pummel, baby.”

She giggled. “Then cuddle me?”

I could start my ride-sharing job anytime I wanted, I told myself. I moved towards her. Despite the loud rain on the window, we heard voices downstairs.

“Oh, shit,” she cried out, sitting up with a sudden jerk.

“It’s all right,” I said, getting my jacket.

She hurried to the door and peeked out, her legs crossed at the ankles. I grinned at her cute ass.

“Mom and dad?” I asked.

“Oh, fuck,” she replied.

“Easy, baby.” I gestured towards the window. “I’ll get out through there.”

She laughed at me. “You’re gonna climb down?” She continued laughing.

I shrugged. “You never had some horny boy climb your window for a little action?”

“No!” She started putting her boy shorts and tank top back on.

“You gotta put out more, baby.”

She stopped dressing for a moment and looked at me shocked. “You’re so nasty, you jerk,” she said.

I went to the window and lifted it. The rain was coming down hard. It was almost hard to see. I was tempted to stay in her room, but I was sure there’d be a lot of livery work to do out there that paid well.

“All right,” I said as I stuck a leg out the window.

She groaned again and touched my jacket.

“I know, I know, ‘parting is such sweet sorrow,’ right? I’ll text you later.”

“You better,” she said, stomping a foot. “I love you.”

I was halfway out the window. I found my footing as I climbed down.

“Careful!” she whispered loudly.

I was hanging on the windowsill and getting soaked. I couldn’t see below that well. I took a chance and let go. And I landed right on the garbage cans, knocking two of them over with a loud crash.

I saw lights turn on in the living room. I cursed and started running for my car.

The lightning kept illuminating the suburb so much I was sure the Dad was going to see me. I heard the front door open. I heard a woman screaming. I heard a man yelling something. I couldn’t make it out. I stepped on a large flooded area by the curb and fell. I looked back to see the Dad pointing in my direction and his wife grabbing at him.

I ran to the car and opened the door just as I heard another crash of thunder. I started the car and peeled away from the street. The car slipped, slid and splashed its way through the puddles and the heavy rain.

And I was away.

I laughed as I continued driving, trying to find the highway to get me back into the city.

“Take that, motherfucker,” I yelled out as I sped down the dark street with high beam headlights on, windshield wipers working frantically. “Both your little bitches, ya dick cop motherfucker.”

But it hurt my side to laugh. I drove with one hand as I held my side where something hurt.

The windshield wipers weren’t working fast enough. I couldn’t see outside the window very well. Even through the side window, I couldn’t see too good. Even inside the car, things were blurry.

Someone was calling me again. Fucking Nadine. But I kept driving.

And driving.

Until I passed out.