Chapter 6
Rasco closed the panel over the one-way glass and locked it.
His back was really giving him fits now. He hobbled over to the window, stood there waiting until he saw Hanna get into her station wagon and drive off in a squeal of tires.
"Oh, God," he moaned. "Why? Why?"
He hobbled back to his desk and dropped down into his swivel chair there. He cupped his hands over the top of his head, held it tightly, as if it expected it to explode. Finally he lifted the receiver on his phone, buzzed his secretary.
"Mary Beth...."
"Yes, sir," the frail blonde said, an edge of raw anger still in her voice. "Please, sweetheart-I didn't mean to shout at you before," Rasco said. "You know what Miz Samualson is like! The way I get when she's around!"
"That's still no reason to take your anger out on me!"
"I know that, Mary Beth," the sheriff cooed. "Listen, will you have the deputy return the prisoners to their cells? And then would you come in here for a minute, please?"
"Shall I bring my steno pad, Rasco?"
"Ah-no, Mary Beth. Just yourself!"
He crushed the paper plate over his half-eaten sandwich and tossed it into the waste basket. The frail blonde appeared in the doorway to his office. She stood there with her hands on her hips, a look on her face that said that she was still a bit angry but ready to forgive. She gazed at the sheriff, at the awesome sense of tension that filled his face, and slowly shook her head from side to side.
"Oh, Rasco," she cooed, all of her anger suddenly melted. "I swear, I can always tell when either Miz Samualson or True Fitzgerald has been here to see you. You always look so tight after they leave. I know that between them they control most of the votes in the county, but-well 'are you certain their support is worth all the pain they cause you?"
"It is as long as I want to remain the sheriff!"
"It's not right," the frail blonde cooed. "It's not right at all. A great man like you shouldn't have to put up with a lot of nonsense from-from the likes of that pair!"
"Mary Beth," the sheriff cried in a rasping moan. "I was hoping that perhaps you would-ah, that is, I...."
"You want me to give you a rubdown, Blue?" the little blonde said with a sudden touch of huskiness in her voice. "Is that why you called me in here, you naughty boy?"
"Well, I-I ... oh, Mary Beth," the sheriff moaned and then slumped forward on his desk, resting his head against his hands. "I feel like a spring that's about to fly apart It's really bad this time, sweetheart. Terrible...."
'Is it Blue?" the blonde cooed. "Poor baby!"
"It hasn't been this bad in a long, long time!"
"Poor, poor sheriff-baby...."
"You know that the only thing that really helps me when I get like this is to have you rub my back for me, Mary Beth," Rasco moaned. "Do it for me, baby. Please!"
Mary Beth closed the door and locked it. "It's too bad the good people of this town made you close down the massage parlor we had," she said, and then covered her mouth with both hands as she began to giggle. "Maybe not," she added after a short pause. "I mean, this way I get to do it for you, and...." She giggled again, her eyes hot with amusement. "This way I get to make amends for all those typing mistakes I make in your letters!"
"You're a lifesaver, Mary Beth!"
She kicked off her shoes, walked over to the window and pulled the curtains there closed. "I suppose," she cooed as she crept up behind the gray-haired man and set her hands down gently against his shoulders, "you want me like those girls in the massage parlors-topless I"
"Well, I-I...."
"Fes up, Sheriff," Mary Beth cooed.
Rasco looked like a small boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "If-if you don't mind too much, sweetheart," he moaned. "It seems to do so much for me to have you like-like that!"
"Oh, I don't mind-not really, Blue," the frail blonde cooed as she slipped her sweater up over her head and tossed it casually to the floor. "In fact, I really sort of enjoy it. I like the way you look at my breasts. It makes me feel all sort of shivery inside!"
"Oh-good," Rasco cried happily, "But it stops at looking, Blue," Mary Beth said. "I want you to promise that I'll be the only one who does any rubbing! Okay?"
"Anything," the sheriff cried. "Anything at all!"
"Alright, but you keep your eyes closed until I tell you I'm ready," the blonde cooed as she unhooked her bra and eased it from around her shoulders. She held it out at arm's length, dangling it from the tips of her fingers for a moment and then dropped it down on top of her sweater.
Her breasts were quite small, but firm and hard, capped by a set of huge, pale-pink nipples that seemed to tilt ever so slightly upward. They were hard and erect, quivering with a raw sense of pride. She paused for a moment, and then set her fingertips down against the sheriff's shoulders once again and immediately began to knead the knotted muscles there, humming away happily to herself.
"Oh, Mary Beth-sweetheart," Rasco moaned. "That is so nice, baby. So very, very-nice!"
"Don't turn around," the frail blonde cooed. "Not just yet, anyway, Blue!"
The sheriff whimpered happily as the touch of her fingers seemed to draw the rippling tension from his flesh. "Oh, Mary Beth," he cried. "I don't know what I'd do without you, baby! You're one in a million!"
"Oh, that's silly, Blue-and you know it!"
"It is not silly," Rasco blustered.
"Too silly for words," the frail blonde cooed as she guided the peak of one of her nipples over to the side of his head and began to rub it playfully against the rim of the ear there. She giggled with delight as the back of his head turned a crimson red, the skin there turning to gooseflesh. "You know only too well that there must be at least fifty girls in this county who would give their eye teeth-yeah, and a whole lot more-to get a crack at my job!"
"I-I suppose that's true," the sheriff moaned as she straightened up and then turned slowly in his swivel chair until he was facing her. "But there ain't a one of them that can-ah, can ... oh, Mary Beth, those breasts!"
"You like them, huh?"
The sheriff ran the tip of his tongue slowly over the rim of his suddenly dry lips and then nestled his face down against the tiny swell of her proud, ripe mammaries. Mary Beth cupped her hands around the back of his head, pulled his face tightly against her breasts. "Mary Beth, Mary Beth," the sheriff mumbled. "Oh, Daddy-Daddy...."
The little blonde began to writhe against him, rolling her slender hips in a wide oval as hot spasms of expectation raced up and down her spine, spreading out to every patch and twitch of her body. She kissed the top of his head as he slipped his hands down under the back of her skirt, down under her skimpy briefs, and began to knead the ripe flesh of her round, perky bottom. Suddenly she pulled away, looked down at the confused man with fire exploding in her eyes.
"You promised not to do that, Rasco!"
"I know, I know I did, Mary Beth, and-well, I'm really sorry about breaking that promise," the sheriff cried in frustration. "It's just that I-I can't seem to...." His words trailed off into a wailing sort of hiss as she leaned forward and he kissed each of her delicious nipples, 'first the right and then the left. He pulled back for a moment, watching as those pale paps sprang to life. He could see them quivering as they grew hard as steel. Their color seemed to deepen, moving from a pale pink to a ripe, vibrant salmon, and they actually seemed to be begging him for more attention-wordlessly asking for another little kiss or perhaps a swirling lick of his wet tongue. "I just can't seem to help myself, Mary Beth. Really, I-I...."
"You'll just have to try harder, daddy!"
"I-I know," Rasco said, and swallowed hard. He hated it when she called him daddy. "I know, sweetheart!"
"Well," Mary Beth cooed impishly. "I guess you could kiss them again, but that's it! One little peck on each of my nipples and that's all! Alright?"
"Yes, yes-anything," the sheriff cried as he took her by the hips and pulled her body down against him again. He hesitated for a moment, enjoying the delicious sense of apprehension that cascaded through his blood stream at the moment, and then kissed the left nipple-a wild, sort of thing that had him drawing the pap deeply into his mouth and locking his lips around the base while he flicked away wetly, wildly at the peak with the tip of his tongue.
Once against the frail blonde began to roll her hips in undulation, moaning softly deep within her throat, her body seeming to melt against the touch of his sucking lips and wild tongue. "Oh, daddydaddy...."
Rasco let her nipple slip from between his lips and then licked and sucked his way teasingly over to the other breast, and the little blonde secretary squealed with an awesome sense of triumph as he finally drew the other nipple up into his hot, hungry mouth and began to suck away at it.
"Oh, Blue-daddy," she cried. "That feels so good So-so right and everything, daddy!"
The sheriff was vaguely aware that at times he was a sort of father-substitute for Mary Beth, but he had difficulty dealing with her calling him daddy. After all he had a daughter not much younger than his secretary and there were times when he found himself thinking about her, about Amanda, in a way no man should think about his own flesh and blood. He was afraid to mention his feelings to Mary Beth, afraid that she would take offence and no longer rub away his misery from time to time.
"That's so good, daddy," the blonde cooed.
She could feel her load of syrupy love-juice begin to bubble away wildly in the fiery cauldron of witch's brew that was her snatch. The thick, murky fluid seemed to be oozing from the quivering lips of her vulva, collecting down in the crotch of her lacy, black briefs. "Oh, Blue-darling," she moaned. "I-I'm afraid of what's happening to me. I feel so-so hot and quivery!"
"Maybe I ought to-ah ..
"Daddy, daddy...."
The gray-haired man tried to slip a hand down under the front of her skirt but the blonde grabbed his wrist and shoved his wiggling fingers away, sputtering angrily. Her nipple had popped from his mouth in the process and it seemed to be crying out in anguish at Rasco. He looked up hungrily into her huge, bright eyes, and sighed hopelessly. "I-I don't know what to say, Mary Beth. I want you so badly...."
"You gave me your word, daddy," the blonde cried miserably. "Your sacred word!"
"But can't you see what you're doing to me, sweetheart?" the gray-haired man pleaded. "I'm going out of my mind with my need for you!"
"You'll just have to be strong, daddy!"
"I need you, Mary Beth," the sheriff said. "I-I want you so desperately. If only once you'd let me do something more than kiss your boobs. If only once I could touch you down between your thighs. If only I
"You mustn't talk like that, daddy!"
"But, Mary Beth, I...."
The frail blonde's eyes seemed to be exploding with anger and fear. "You can't do those things, daddy," she cried as she covered her ears with her hands. "I won't listen. I won't, I won't. You'll leave me again, just like before ... and the thought of that is more than I can bear!"
"What are you talking about?" Rasco demanded. "I've never left you, Mary Beth. I-I wouldn't do that!"
"But you did-you did!"
"Mary Beth, please tell me...."
The girl dropped to her knees as tears rolled down her face. Her breasts rose and fell rhythmically as she tried to suck air into her lungs. "Mama will find out-just like before, daddy," she cried. "Lisa will tell her that she saw us together in bed, and then mama will make you go away from me again. And I'll die-I'll really die!"
"Oh, Mary Beth," Rasco cooed.
So, that was it, the sheriff said to himself in silence. So that's the reason old Tom Franklin just picked up and left his family one day. He and Mary Beth were into an incestuous affair and old Sheryl caught them.
"It's alright, Mary Beth," Rasco cooed. "I-I'll never leave you again. Really, baby, I-I promise!" He reached out to touch her, to stroke her long golden hair, but she quickly jerked away from him.
"You mustn't touch me. No-please!"
"Alright, alright-I won't," Rasco said as he slipped his hands down under his bottom. "Look, Mary Beth-look! I-I'll sit on them, if that will make you happy. I can't possibly touch you if I'm sitting on my hands!"
"Oh, Blue," the little blonde cooed, and wiped her tears from her eyes with the back of her hands. "It's not that I don't want you to touch me down there. I hope you know that It's just that I don't want it to end!"
"I understand, sweetheart," Rasco said. "I think I really understand. And I'm truly sorry. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"
"Oh, of course, silly," the blonde cooed, smiling brightly. "I'll even finish rubbing your back just to prove to you that you're forgiven." She got back up onto her feet, gazed down lovingly into the sheriff's hard, steel-blue eyes. "Just remember your promise!"
I'll keep my hands right where they're at!"
"It's not the easiest thing in the world to rub the back of a man who is facing you," Mary Beth said.
"The thing is, Mary Beth, my tension-oft, it seems to have shifted location," Rasco said. "It-well, it's around in front now!" He looked down at his crotch, at the way his cock was twisting and bobbing, thrashing about under the cloth that held it prisoner.
"Oh, yes-I think I can see where it went," the blonde cooed as she gazed down defiantly at the frantic bulge in the front of his pants. "It's right there, isn't it, Blue. Gee, that must be terribly painful!"
"Yes, it is," the sheriff moaned as she began to rock back and forth in the chair. "It really is..
Their words were a form of foreplay-a little game they had developed in the year or so that Mary Beth and the sheriff had been moving toward an affair. It was always the last thing they did before she took his love meat into her hands and beat him off to climax.
"I'll bet you could actually feel the pain searing through me, Mary Beth-darling, if you were to send your fingers down against that bulge for a moment!"
"Is it alright, daddy?" the blonde cooed as a look of rapturous expectation filled her face. "May I touch it with my fingers? May I, daddy?"
"Yes, baby...."
"Alright," the secretary giggled and then poked hesitantly at the peak of that thundering bulge with the tip of an index finger. "I-yes, I think you're right, Blue! Yes-yes, I really think you are!" Her eyes grew big and moist as she tenderly curled her fingers around the shank of his wildly throbbing cock and began to squeeze it playfully.
"Oh, Mary Beth," Rasco cried in joy.
"Oh, that poor thing," Mary Beth cooed. "That poor, poor thing. I wonder if maybe there's something I could do to make it feel better!"
"Oh, yeah," Rasco moaned. "There is!"
"Don't tell me," the little blonde teased. "Let me see if I can guess what it is!"
"Okay," Rasco said miserably, "but you'd better hurry. I feel like a time bomb that's about to explode, ticking closer and closer and...." A shudder of expectation rippled through his body as he began to roll his hips in undulation. He closed his eyes as he lifted his face toward the ceiling, his skin tight in reflection of his agony. He bit down hard against his bottom hp, moaning miserably.
"The pain's getting worse, isn't it, Blue?"
"Oh-oh, God, Mary Beth, I-I...." His words faded like the echo of a scream. They were replaced by a thin, wailing sort of moan that seemed to grow stronger and stronger with each passing second. "The pain, oh, God, Mary Beth, the pain is more than I can bear."
"Oh, Blue-sweet Blue!"
"Help me, sweetheart. Help your-your daddy!"
"Do you remember, daddy, when I was a little girl-when you had a boo-boo I use to rub it for you until it stopped hurting?" Mary Beth said. "But sometimes, when the boo-boo was real bad, I'd kiss it to' make it all better!" (
"Oh, Mary Beth-my own little girl!"
"Is it that bad, daddy?" the girl cooed. "Is it so bad I need to kiss it to make it better?"
"Yes, yes-I want you to kiss it," Rasco cried. "Oh, I-I really want that, baby!"
"Then, of course, I will, daddy," the blonde cooed brightly. "Yes, yes-I will!"
She settled down on her knees again, reached up onto the fly of his pants and caught the catch on the zipper there between her fingers and began to tug at it, moving it downward in a series of slow, teasing movements. The head of his tool peeked out from the opening in the front of his jockey shorts, swaying frantically from side to side, looking for all the world like an angry, pink cobra that was about to strike.
"Oh, daddy-ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," Mary Beth cooed sweetly. "It's so red and hard and-and beautiful!"
"Kiss it, sweetheart," Rasco snorted, wiggling about on his hands. "Please I-oh, Mary Beth, you have no idea how very, very painful this is!"
"But I do, daddy. I really do! That's why I'm going to kiss it and kiss it for you!"
The frail blonde hesitated for a long moment, working up her courage. It was fun to pretend that Rasco was her father, and she had used her hands on his dork many, many times-but this would be the first time she would actually take his prick into her mouth. She had only done that for her real father before. An image of her father's smiling face filled her brain as she slowly lowered her full, moist lips down against the hot face of his frantic cock.
Something was wrong-different!
She suddenly realized that, unlike her father, Rasco was circumcised and there was no need to roll back the prepuce that covered the head before she began to suck at it. Rasco's cock was so thick and long, meaty, just like her real father's. If only he hadn't been circumcised.
"Mary Beth, baby, I-please, sweetheart!"
"Yes, daddy-I understand," the girl cooed as she parted her lips a tiny bit and then placed a long, surging sort of kiss on the angry face of the sputtering rod of agony that was his throbbing manhood.
"Sweet mother of mercy," Rasco hissed, and then cried out in joyful triumph. "Your lips, Mary Beth, your tongue-oh, they're like wet, slithering velvet!"
"Yes, daddy," the secretary cooed as she pulled her head back a bit and began to blow jets of cooling air against the moist flesh of his tortured tool "I swear, daddy, that beautiful thing is smiling at me!"
Kiss it again, baby. Kiss it again-and again!"
The blonde took the sheriff's wrists in her hands, pulled his fingers out from under his rump and then set them down at the back of her head. "You'll have to help me a teeny-tiny bit, daddykins," she cooed breathlessly. "It's been so long and I guess I'm a little frightened. Everything will be a lot easier if you help me!"
"Anything, baby," the sheriff moaned, "but hurry-please hurry. I'm afraid that if you don't do something soon I'm going to spatter jism all over that pretty face!"
"I think I'd like that, daddy," the blonde cooed.
"But I want you to kiss it, Mary Beth," Rasco cried. "I want you to take it into your mouth and suck it and suck it until I-I ... oh, sweetheart! Please please, please!"
"Oh, alright, daddy...."
Mary Beth jerked his tool free of his pants, parted her lips and then lowered her mouth down over the head of his hard, throbbing manhood. She curled her lips tightly around the rim of the glans there and then sent her tongue swirling madly across the face, digging away at the tiny hole there.
"Oh-oh, God, Mary Beth," the sheriff cried as his hips seemed to explode. He closed his fingers tightly around the back of her head and began to thrust upward with his pelvis, driving a bit more of his frantic love meat through her quivering lips and into her mouth. "Don't fight me, sweetheart. Oh, please-take a bit more into your mouth!"
His arms and hands began to tremble as he pulled against her head and rolled about wildly in his swivel chair. He got about another inch through her lips and then there was a wet, "wooshing" sound as she suddenly stopped fighting him, and the shaft of his pecker went sailing forward. It didn't stop until the head was buried deep within her throat.
The soft, wet tissue of her mouth and throat seemed to spring to life, clutching wildly at his love meat, quivering with a reckless and joyous sense of wonder. Rasco began to cry out a wild, raspy wail "That's it, Mary Beth," he groaned. "Oh, God, that's really it!"
The little blonde began to bob her head up and down, up and down, raising her head to a point where the face of the sheriffs .thick, heavy cock very nearly slipped from between her lips, and then quickly driving back down again along the meaty shaft until her moist, hungry lips were once again wrapped securely around the root.
Rasco squealed with joy, thrashing about in his swivel chair like a fish out of water, huffing and blowing-snorting like a hog in heat. Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead, began to roll down his forehead, covering his face. "Mary Beth-sweet lover," he cried again and again. "Baby, baby...."
The secretary slipped a hand down under her skirt, up under her lacy briefs. She hesitated for a long moment, as if unsure of herself, and then quickly dipped a finger down inside the wildly sputtering mass of bubbling goo that was her cunt. She began to toy with the peak of her hard, screaming clit as the sheriffs whole body began to tremble violently, the flesh rumbling like the warning ground tremors of a volcano that was about to erupt. Her head was little more than a blur of whirling pink and swirling gold now as she moved it against the hard rod of his prick.
"I'm there, sweetheart," the man said. "I-oh, God, I'm going to come in your pretty mouth!"
The frail blonde let out a little groan of disappointment as she began to frig herself wildly, hoping that they might go off together. She whipped the tip of her fingers against the raw and explosive agony that was her girl prick, and soon her toes began to wiggle and snap as she felt her own orgasm begin to take form somewhere down in the deepest reaches of her cunt. The muscles in her thighs and bottom began to sputter and snap as she felt herself moving closer and even closer to that glorious moment of sweet relief.
"Mary Beth-sweetheart," the sheriff cried. I'm coming-I'm coming!"
The first, exploratory little spurt of his scolding love juice left the face of his cock-and it was like somehow that squeezed the trigger of her own orgasm. Each exploding spasm of the sheriff s meaty roll sent her deeper and deeper into joyous ecstasy, turning every patch of skin on her body to shivering gooseflesh.
She continued to suck at Rasco's cock long after the last little spurt of his jism flooded its way into her mouth, but it all tasted so good-so delicious that she was rather reluctant to give it up. Finally the gray-haired man pushed her head away. The blonde's ripe lips made a sharp little popping noise of protest as his cock slipped from her sucking mouth. She looked up into the sheriffs eyes, shrugged mightily in pouting disappointment.
The sheriff dug about in his pocket, came out with a huge, red bandana and handed it to the frail blonde. She spat his load of stringy juice into it and then stared down at the silvery glob, wrinkling her nose.
"Oh, that was fine-so fine," Rasco sputtered as he sucked huge mouthfuls of air into his lungs. "You feel better then?"
"I-I feel great, lover," the gray-haired man said with a wide, radiant smile. "I feel fit enough to take on the whole damned world!"
Mary Beth stood up, picked a thread of pubic hair from her teeth and dropped it to the carpet with a little shrug. She looked down into the sheriff's face, at all the joy and happiness there, and she very nearly began to cry. It was exactly the way her father used to look after she had-had kissed his boo-boo and made it all better.
Rasco put his hands on her hips, leaned forward and once again kissed each of her breasts. The nipples there were still as hard as steel, still frantically alive, pulsing, silently bemoaning the wildest sort of need.
"Are you sure I can't return the favor, Mary Beth?"
"You mean-lick me down there?" the blonde said as she rubbed the tips of her fingers against the gooey lips of her vulva through the material of her skirt and briefs. She seemed on the verge of nodding her head in agreement when suddenly all the color drained from her face, leaving her pale as a ghost.
"You'll ruin everything, Blue," she said.
"But you gave me so much pleasure, baby," Rasco cried. "I just thought that it would only be right if I were to do the same for you!"
"But you promised-you promised," the blonde cried as she pulled away from the sheriff. She picked up her bra and fastened it around her trim waist before pulling the cups up over her breasts. "I can't believe a word you say. You're always breaking your promise!"
"I didn't mean to, baby!"
"I know, but-well, that doesn't make it any the easier for me," Marv Beth said. "You think I wouldn't like to have you lick my pussy for me? Don't you think I'd love to feel the tip of your tongue fluttering against the peak of my clit?"
"Well, I-I...."
She cut off his words with a wave of her hand. "That's why it's so important that you not say those things," she said as she slipped her sweater up over her head, "if you keep it up one of these times I'm going to say yes and then it'll all be over for us, Blue!"
"But that doesn't make a bit of sense!"
"Maybe not-but that's the way it has to be!" Rasco was about to press the issue when suddenly the phone on his desk began to ring.
"Get that for me, will you, Mary Beth?" he said in a business-like voice. He returned his limp cock to his pants and then rezipped his fly.
"Sheriff's office," the blonde cooed into the phone. "Oh, yes, Miz Fitzgerald," she said. "He's in, ma'am. But if you could hold on for a minute I'm sure that I can get him to the phone. Huh? What's that? Well alright! Yes, ma'am, I'll be sure to tell him!" She stuck her tongue out at the receiver before she set it back down in the cradle.
"What did True want?"
"You're suppose to stop by her place some time before four o'clock this afternoon," the secretary said. "And she said to be sure to tell you that it was very, very important-that uppity bitch!"
"Now, Mary Beth...."
"There was nothing racial in my remark, Sheriff," the girl said. "It just galls me the way she treats you like a servant or something!"
"Well, I am a servant, sweetheart," Rasco said and then laughed to cover his sense of embarrassment "A public servant-you know, and True Fritzgerald controls an awful lot of votes in this county!"
"Oh, I know all that," Mary Beth said.
She opened the curtains, scooped up her shoes and headed for her own office. "I hope you don't mind if I take an extra ten minutes or so for lunch, Blue," she said. "As tasty as your cock is it still left me hungry! Besides, I've got a few things to do around town and-I."
"Take all the time you need," Rasco said.