Chapter 1
Maggie felt the humid West Virginia air caressing her cunt through the brightly colored material of her skirt. Summer was hot in Davis County. Too hot. The heat was inflaming her sexy young body, making her horny. She just had to take a dip in the pond. Anything to cool off.
Jack had been away for too long. She was getting tired of relieving herself with her fingers day after day. It wasn't fair. She was only twenty-one-still young and passionate. No matter how important his work was, the government had no right to keep her husband away from her this way. God, it was hot.
Stopping at the pond's edge, she turned her face to the sun, letting her smooth white skin soak up its sensuous warmth. Her nose and cheeks were covered with freckles-sun kisses, Jack called them-giving her a clean, wholesome look of innocence. Maggie looked around the clearing to be sure that there was no one to disturb her privacy. Then she stripped the white tee shirt from her body.
Her breasts were firm and youthful, swaying heavily from side to side as she freed them from the confinement of her shirt. They were full and round, capped by a pair of strawberry nipples. She swept her hands over them, feeling the rosy nubbins harden almost at once. Cupping the twin mounds, she squeezed gently. Their pointed centers poked out from between her fingers. She undid the button at her waist. Her skirt slithered slowly down her legs, leaving her totally naked. Her fair skin shone in the sunlight.
She was tall and slender, with legs that could have been sculpted by the hand of some Renaissance genius. Her soft pubic bush glistened like spun copper at the puffy vee of her crotch when she dropped her skirt. Lovingly, she patted the sensitive mound.
Looking up at the sun once again, she walked from the grass into the pond's cool water. She felt it lapping at her calves, her knees, then her thighs as she moved further from the bank. Soon her cunt itself was engulfed by the refreshing moisture, the water soaking into her slot, cooling the heated muscles of her pussy.
Leaning into the water, she kicked her feet to glide across the surface toward the pond's center. Frogs scattered before her as her lithe body cut the water. With graceful strokes, she swam lazily toward the other shore.
Of course she could stand not jacking off. Jack wouldn't be gone forever. Just a few more weeks and his assignment would be over. Then he would come home and fuck her again. Floating on her back, she closed her eyes and thought about his long and powerful prick. She could imagine the glistening brown head, all sticky with desire, its blunt tip penetrating her, pushing the lips of her cunt apart to drive deep into her core.
She was so lost in delicious reverie that she didn't hear the sheriffs car until it had pulled across the bridge and stopped by the pond. She rolled over in the water and swam swiftly toward the place where her clothing lay. But by the time she crossed the pond again it was too late. Painfully conscious of the male eyes on her, she struggled into her skirt.
Her body was wet, and her tee shirt stubbornly resisted all efforts to pull it over her swollen breasts. The shirt molded itself erotically to her dripping curves. She tugged at the soaking material, to free it from the grasp of her cleavage. Finally, shrugging at the hopelessness of the task, she turned to face her visitor.
Brady Tilden, the Davis County sheriff, had been dropping around to see Maggie ever since Jack left for Africa on his assignment. There just didn't seem to be anything she could do to keep him away. She couldn't call the law, because he was the law.
Tilden ruled Davis County with an iron hand. Since he was elected sheriff, there hadn't been any major trouble. Because he always stopped it before it started. Most of the men in the county were afraid of Tilden. But with the women, it was different.
His reputation as a cunt-chaser and his brashly aggressive egotism made Tilden attractive to many of them. And he moved in and out of their beds freely. He was tall and broad-shouldered, handsome in a clean-cut, rednecked way which was designed to appeal to the rural female. His blonde, close-cropped hair and steely blue eyes gave him an ail-American look which blended perfectly with his vee-shaped football physique.
There was a cold look in his eye, though, as he got out of his car and stared at Maggie's dripping body. The sun behind her X-rayed her shapely legs through the thin fabric of her summer skirt. The clinging dampness of her tee shirt covered her tits without doing much to hide them from view. He studied her openly, making no attempt to hide his lecherous interest. For a long moment, his eyes lingered on the large shadowy circles of her nipples, outlined clearly against the wet, white garment.
He licked his lips with a slow meaningful gesture of his tongue, and then he locked eyes with her. "Maggie Henderson," he said menacingly. "You in one heap of trouble."
Maggie felt instinctively afraid. She knew deep down that it had something to do with her kid brother Petey. She had taken care of him ever since their parents died. But he was at the age where he wouldn't listen to her most of the time. And there was a wild streak in him.
"I haven't done anything wrong, have I?" she asked.
"Your brother's been dickey-dunkin' with some of the local girls," Tilden answered brusquely. "I gotta do something about it before he gets one of 'em into trouble."
Maggie was chocked. "He's only twelve," she said. "He's too young to get a girl in trouble."
"Shit!" The sheriff spat. "That boy belongs in a institution. Not with you and that nigger husband of yours."
Maggie bit her tongue. She would never get used to hearing people call Jack by that ugly name. But there was no percentage in arguing with the sheriff.
"Where is the little sex fiend?" he demanded. "I'm gonna have to bust him."
The blonde woman was aghast. "No," she blurted, tears springing to her eyes. "You can't do that. Please. Can't you give him one more chance?"
The sheriff grinned obscenely. "All depends," he said. "How anxious are you to keep him out of reform school?"
"I'll do anything," she said, her lower lip trembling.
Tilden's face hardened. This was his moment - the one he had been waiting for. One corner of his mouth turned up in a victorious leer. "Get on your knees," he commanded suddenly.
Terrified, she complied. Was he going to make her beg? Did he want her to plead with him?
But the sheriff had something else in mind. With one hand on the butt of the Colt forty-five which was holstered at his hip, he stepped toward her. Suddenly his other hand shot out to grab her long golden hair. His fingers tangled in it, twisting cruelly until her lips tightened in pain. It felt like he was going to yank it out by the roots.
"Please," she whimpered. "You're hurting me."
The sheriff laughed-a harsh guffaw which came up from his belly. "Not as much as I'm about to," he said cruelly. "If you don't do just like I tell you." Pulling viciously, he brought her lips against the front of his pants. "Now, take my cock out and suck it."
Maggie was trembling. The whipcord sheriff was capable of killing her, and she knew it. It wouldn't be the first time that he shot or beat somebody to death "in the line of duty." She wished that Jack was here to protect her. To grab the bigmouthed bastard by the back of his neck and kick him the hell out. But he wasn't. And there was no time to think things over. His hand was twisting, pulling her hair so hard that she had to struggle to keep back a scream.
With shaking fingers, she reached for the tab of his zipper. She could see the front of his trousers rising and falling with the pulsating beat of his stiffening prick. The movement was ominous-like the restless stirring of some prehistoric animal. But deep down in the furthest recesses of her mind, it intrigued her.
She couldn't help wondering what his cock would look like; how it would feel in her hand. It had been so long since Jack was home, so long since she felt the massive strength of a masculine organ. In a daze, she unzipped the front of his pants.
Like a mighty charger which had suddenly been released from captivity, his prick sprang forward. Impatiently, it stabbed at the air in front of him, bobbing up and down as it pulsed. Maggie's eyes widened at the sight of it.
His cock was huge-gigantic. It must have been at least ten inches long. And it was as big around as a beer bottle. The shaft was white, criss-crossed with pulsating blue veins which twitched as the warm air washed over it. But the head was a deep shade of beet red. It was fat and round, its swollen tip bisected by a taut pink slit. A thick bead of moisture formed at the opening, glistening in the West Virginia sunshine.
"Suck it," he growled impatiently. To punctuate his command, he yanked angrily at her hair, bringing a sob of agony from her lips.
In spite of her horror, Maggie felt her body respond to the sight of his gigantic tool. Her nipples hardened to press anxiously at the front of her moist and clinging tee shirt. Her pussy started to salivate, its lips becoming thick and slick with oily secretions.
His hand continued twisting and pulling at her wet hair. She found it impossible to think. There wasn't any choice. She had to do what he demanded.
Slowly opening her mouth, she brought it to the head of his dick. She could hear him chuckling as he watched her surrender. Bumping forward with his hips, he nudged at her lips with his rod. For an instant she resisted, and then gave in completely.
Shielding her teeth with her lips, she allowed his prick to enter the warm cavern of her mouth. Brady's fingers still clutched at her hair, but as she reluctantly closed her lips around his throbbing staff, he loosened his grip. Determined not to give him any more than she had to, she kept her lips stiff and dry. But as she moved them mechanically up and down the length of his rod, she could feel it responding. It seemed to swell even under her grudging labial caress. It was beating harder and more rhythmically.
Involuntarily, her tongue flitted across its smooth and silky underbelly. His cock had a salty taste, like Jack's. But there was something else there too. The musk of another women's cunt. This must be his second visit today.
When her tongue rolled over his rubbery cock-head, Brady sighed. Letting go of her hair, he took her ears in his hands and worked her head slowly up and down. She glanced up to look at his face. It was beaming with ecstasy, his eyelids pressed tightly together. But his lips were still twisted in a characteristically angry snarl.
Her entire mouth was filled with the flavor of his maleness. There were thick and dewy secretions flowing from the tip of his prick. The thought of it made a knot of revulsion form in the pit of her belly. Yet something made her press her pointed tongue-tip against the slit. And something made her lap hungrily at the masculine juice.
It had been so long since her passions were satisfied that she almost found herself desiring Brady Tilden. The sounds of lust that came from his throat were exciting her. The heat which emanated from his quivering rod was spreading to her trembling body. It warmed her pussy and filled her groin with tingling waves of sexual hunger. She tried to turn herself off, but she couldn't. Her mind was filled with a vision of his glorious cock as it slithered in and out of her mouth.
Uncertainly, she reached up to cup his scrotum with her hand. It was heavy with boiling sperm and hot to the touch. Gently, she cradled the mighty stones which swayed inside it. Without being urged, she rolled and juggled them in her fingers. Once she started, she just couldn't stop She stroked the wrinkled bag and squeezed it softly in her palm.
Her cunt was on fire. She wanted to throw herself down on the soft green grass and open her thighs to him. She wanted to strip once again and bare her intimate openings to his views. She wanted to ram his prick into her snatch. But she hated him. And she hated herself for the lust which bubbled within her.
He was groaning bestially now, his cock buried almost to the hilt in her mouth. She could feel its bluntly rounded end prodding at the back of her throat. It was demanding more stimulation, threatening to choke the very life from her if it wasn't forthcoming.
With a fluttering movement of her tongue, she coated its underside with the moist warmth of her saliva. The surface of his rod felt smooth and creamy. She found herself lingering passionately over the texture and taste of it. As he rolled and lunged against her, she knew that he was aware of her burgeoning need. She had to cover it to hide it from his smugly egotistic mind.
But the muscular sheriff knew too much about women to be deceived. "Startin' to like it, ain't you?" he muttered between rasping groans of pleasure. "How's that taste?" he taunted. "You like it any better than that chocolate dick on your so'jer boy?"
He turned her face up at him so that she could see him watching her. Then he pulled back to slip the length of his cock from her mouth. It hung in the air before her, glistening wetly with a sheen of moisture. She realized that it was her saliva, and was angry with herself. But her pussy still tingled hotly and her tits were still flushed with desire.
"Lick it like a lollipop," he commanded. "While I watch."
Maggie felt her fair complexion reddening, her skin blushing with shame. She wanted to resist him, but his powerful hands left her little alternative. Aware that his eyes were burning her with their gaze, she extended her tongue and ran its tip over the rigid flesh of his organ.
The swollen penis throbbed, another drop of lubricant oozing from its slit. He guided her face to the pinnacle and held her there for a moment. She realized what he wanted her to do, and tried to fight. But resistance was hopeless. Her body had a mind of its own. Self-driven, her tongue lashed out to flick the pearly jewel from his cumhole.
She rolled it in her mouth, savoring the spicy flavor. Then, with a strangled gasp, Maggie formed an "oh" with her lips and took his cock into her throat once again. She engulfed the throbbing rod with the honeyed warmth of her mouth. She let her tongue loll hotly across its surface. Closing her lips around its circumference, she sucked gently, creating a vacuum with the muscles of her constricting throat.
Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled on his rod, until she could feel the heavy meat of it stroking their insides. With both hands she stroked and caressed him. Her fingers moved from his balls to the base of his cock and then back again. Without prompting, she tangled them in the curling bush of his cockhair and rubbed delicately over the sensitive skin of his pubis.
Sheriff Tilden was panting uncontrollably, his eyes tightly closed. One of his hands loosed its grip on her ear to begin groping for her barely covered tits. She felt his fingers closing over her nipples. There was no hiding her arousal from him now.
Brady was beyond caring about reactions, however. He was using her, and all that mattered was his own pleasure and satisfaction. He rolled the swollen nub brutally in his pinching fingers. He cupped the massive globe of her tit in his ham-like hand. When her fingertips glided gingerly over the cylinder of his cock he grunted like a grizzly bear. When she cradled his scrotum in her palms, he roared like a tiger.
He was rising toward his climax. She could feel it building. His cock was pulsing powerfully, and swelling to even bigger dimensions. Her mouth was stuffed with flesh, her lips stretched tightly around its monstrous girth. Her own responses were matching his. Her cunt was on fire, and not even the river of her juices could extinguish it.
The lips of her pussy pouted rhythmically open and shut. Her clit was stiff and swollen with the need to be touched. She craved release from the building sexual tensions in her young and passionate body. But at the same time, she dreaded the explosion which she feared was on the way.
If she orgasmed while sucking him, she would be betraying her husband. For that was something that the sheriff could never force her to do. She tried to fight back the flood of mounting desire which washed through her genitals. But it was looming larger and closer in her consciousness.
The taste of his lubricant was spicier. Sharper. She knew that his climax was building; that his tangy semen would soon be on the way. She wanted to pull her face away, to finish him with her fingers so that his foul seed would spill on the ground instead of into her throat. But something prevented her from acting.
Hungrily, she sucked and lapped at his rod. Her hands twisted and turned about his cock's base, milking it desperately. Her teeth grazed caressingly over its throbbing surface. As she sucked, she jerked his penis up and down, bringing droplet after droplet of thick fluid from its tip.
He made a gurgling sound in his throat, and she knew that his manly desires had, for the moment, rendered him weak and helpless. She could have broken from him then and run away. But there was something drawing her inexplicably toward the inevitable conclusion. He was going to cum in her mouth. And something within her wanted to experience it!
Her hips were churning, working her groin around in tight little circles. Her thighs pressed tightly at the lips of her tender pussy, gently irritating her sensitive clit. Maggie was nearing a climax of her own. Not even the guilt which she felt could work to prevent it.
She sucked harder at Brady Tilden's dick, no longer an unwilling participant in the obscene charade. Tilting her head back, she looked up to see a silvery string of saliva dripping from one corner of his mouth. He was lost in a world of arousal, no longer in contact with reality. Any moment now. Any second.
Then he exploded. A thick whirling bug of semen jetted from the end of his prick to splatter the back of her throat. And then another. And another. Her mouth was filled with the heated syrup of his orgasm. It coated her tongue and saturated her tonsils. It oozed between her teeth and titillated her palate. It slid hotly down her gullet.
Her cheeks billowed with the heated brew, trying to contain every drop. But she couldn't swallow as fast as the sex fluid flowed. Some of it ran from the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin and cheeks obscenely.
Her heat was building to the boiling point. She no longer tried to fight the sexual feelings. She was looking forward to her climax now. She had already come this far-mostly against her will. She was entitled to relief. It was just around the corner. Just a stroke away.
She relaxed and prepared to let the orgasm wash over her. Her eyelids fluttered shut. Another second. Another instant...
But Brady's cock had shot its load. There was no point in hanging around. The softness which had lit his features at the moment of his climax was gone now. It had been replaced by his perpetual look of contempt and anger. Placing the tips of his fingers against her forehead, he shoved her viciously from him. She fell backwards onto the ground.
"All right, bitch," he spat. "You just bought your little brother another chance. But its his last, I'm warning you." He took off his hat to wipe the sweat from his face with the back of his arm. Then he added, "I just might drop in to see you again some time soon."
Maggie watched in silence as he strode back to his police car and wheeled out of the drive. Then, brushing herself off with her hands, she headed for the house.