Chapter 3
Myron Hastings parked his patrol car, retrieved his gear from the back seat, and entered the sheriff's office though the back entrance. He took a quick look at the two cells along one wail. One was empty and number two was occupied by (kin Harper, the town drunk, sleeping off an early one. He was out like a light and Myron knew he would probably stay quiet all night.
"Myron . . . Myron."
It was Jessica Laird's voice from the front office. Lauren Laird was the mayor and Myron's boss. Lauren had appointed Myron sheriff two months previously over the town council's objection that twenty-four was too young for a sheriff even in a small town like Saderville. Also Myron had very little experience, but he wanted and needed the job in order to move up the date of his marriage to
Cindy Lewis, his high school sweetheart.
A month after Myron was appointed sheriff he found out how he had really gotten the job. A cocktail party was thrown in his honor at the Country Club. He'd taken Cindy and mid-way through the evening he found himself dancing much too close to Jessica Laird.
"I'd like to talk to you in private, Myron."
"Sure. You want to go into the game room?"
"No," she replied, "let's go out to the pool house. It's more private. You've been in such demand tonight I haven't had a chance to really congratulate you on your appointment or let you in on a little secret."
"Secret?" he said, not realizing how dumb the smile on his face looked. "What secret?"
"How to keep it," she replied. "Why don't you dance the rest of this dance with your precious Cindy and then slip away and meet me at the west entrance. All right?"
"I guess."
"You know so," she said and started to move away. "I'll be waiting."
The band finished the number and, during the light applause that preceded the next one, Cindy glided into his arms. Her curvaceous body with its firm tits and flaring hips molded lovingly against his. She moved teasingly as well as lovingly. That was the trouble with Cindy. They had been going together three years, and Myron had never gotten so much as his hand below her waist or inside the front of her dress.
He knew she loved him but he also knew she loved to tease him. She loved to tease all men with her flowing blonde hair, her breathtaking body, and her beautiful face. But she would soon be his for good. They had already set the date.
As he held Cindy in his arms and felt her body against his, his mind flashed back to how Jessica Laird's body had felt. It, too, was warm and supple against him. And somehow it hadn't seemed to tease. Jessica's body had seemed yielding, almost as if the woman were offering it to him.
What if she was, he suddenly thought. After all, she is twenty-five years younger than her husband. And everyone knew Lauren was at least fifty-five and no great shakes in the beginning. People in the town had often wondered how Lauren had managed to catch such a beauty. Myron toyed with the idea of not meeting her, but quickly dismissed it. After all, he mused, it's not what you know in this world that gets you somewhere, it's who you know.
The dance ended and he excused himself from Cindy saying he'd had too many drinks and needed the bathroom. He slipped out one of the side doors and through the archway that led to the tennis courts.
Sure enough, Jessica was waiting for him beside the pool, at the west entrance to the clubhouse. She grabbed his hand and motioned him to follow her. He did and found himself in one of the two VIP apartments in the pool house.
"The bar's over there, Myron. Fix us a drink while I change."
"Change? Why?"
"Honey," she replied. A formal gown is great far a gala formal but it's not worth a shit for anything else." She exited to the bedroom and he went to the bar.
Her reply should have told him something, but Myron was never too swift on conversation and doable meanings and he WUS even less knowledgeable about women. Witness his dating one woman for three years and never touching her.
He fixed the drinks and crossed the room to the sofa. He had just settled in when she re-appeared in the doorway. She wore only a thin negligee and the strong light behind her easily revealed that the only other article of clothing on her voluptuous body was a pair of flimsy bikini panties.
"I always keep a change out here, away from the house and Lauren." Myron's eyes popped and he almost gagged on. his drink. "Something wrong ... don't you like it on me?"
"Mrs. Laird . . . you're. . ."
"Yes?" she urged, moving into the room.
"You're beautiful."
"Thank you, Myron," she said, sipping her drink and slipping onto the sofa beside him. "Here's to our private celebration. You're the only guest and I'm the only host and hostess. I'm glad I forced Lauren to hire you as Sheriff."
"You. . . you did it?" Myron said.
"Of course I did it, silly. You don't think he would have done it on his own, do you? He would have appointed that panty-waist nephew of his if he'd had his own way. But he wants to make sure I'm there when he gets his once-a-month hard-on, so he does what I tell him to do."
Myron gagged again.
"Don't spill your drink, Myron. How old are you?"
"Almost twenty-four."
"I'm almost thirty-eight."
"Thanks for helping me get my job."
"You're welcome, Myron. Tell me something, Myron..."
"Yes?"
"Do you think just because a good cock is younger than a good cunt, it doesn't mean they can't get together and have a good fuck, does it?" He gagged again. "Here, you'd better let me take that drink." She leaned forward and took his glass. As she set it on the coffee table the front of her gown fell open.
"Oh my God," he moaned.
Her eyes rolled up to his. They wore wide open and bulging. "What's the matter, Myron? Haven't you ever seen a pair of tits before?"
"A-yeah," he stammered. "But not like those.. . not anything like those."
"Why thank you, Myron," she said, setting her drink along side his on the table. She moved closer until her full tits were pressed against his arm. "You have a nice body too, Myron. Football, wasn't it?"
"Ah. . . yes ma'am," he said, feeling the sweat break out on his forehead.
She took his hand and cupped her right tit with it. Then her left. Then her right again. "C-cups, Myron. Not the biggest, but ample. Cindy has D-cups, I'm sure, but for an old woman these aren't bad. What do you think, Myron?"
Myron moved his eyes from side to side trailing the path of his hand. She had great tits. He tried to say so. He couldn't talk. His mouth was full of his tongue.
As he continued to stare she took his other hand. With a hand on each tit, she started his fingers to kneading and fondling. Soon, without realizing it, he was doing it on his own. It felt good to have strong, young hands on her tits even if their owner was so dumb that she had been forced to make the first move.
Before either of them realized it, they had scooted to the end of the couch. His cock had risen like a pole in the front of his pants as his hands made dough out of her full, fleshy tits. He was hypnotized by her scent and the vision of her near-naked body in the thin negligee.
When Jessica was sure he wouldn't let go of her tits, she slowly arched her back, and tilted her head over the arm of the sofa. As her breasts moved away from his hands, they followed, stretching him out. Before he knew it, his arms were high above his head, his hands still cupping her breasts, and his face was nearly in her crotch.
He looked, swallowed, and gasped. The bikini panties hid nothing. They were totally sheer. He could see right through them to the thick crop of black pubic hair covering the moist, pink slit of her pussy.
His cock was wet between his legs. He could feel it and hoped it wouldn't stain his new uniform.
The proximity of his face to her cunt and his hands tearing at her tits served to spark the full fire of lust in her body. Love juice squeezed between her cuntlips and in no time the entire crotch band of her panties was soggy with it.
He noticed it. She noticed the new, bright, hungry look in his eyes.
"Looks good, doesn't it, Myron? Ever taste a pussy before, Myron?" He didn't answer but his throat gurgled. "You probably haven't. Go ahead, Myron . . . it's okay. Taste my pussy. . . run your tongue around the band of my panties and take a lick at my unit!"
He nuzzled the panties aside with his nose and tongued beneath the material like a trained dog. Her tits heaved in his hands as he pound his tongue greedily up into her snatch.
"Oh yeah, Myron. Oh shit yes! Tongue-fuck my sweet pussy. Tongue-tuck it real good, Myron, and get it ready for your cock!"
She could feel the nipples on her breasts become even more rock-hard and erect in his palms as his tongue went wild in the walls of her cunt. Up and down her pussy went his searching tongue. He was lost in her cunt now. Her pussy lips owned his tongue and lips, and her thighs had captured his head.
"Go down a little further, Myron. A little further. There, that's it. Now stick your tongue in my ass. Oh shit, that's good!"
His willing, searing tongue had circled the pulsing hole of her ass and then darted inside. Jessica twitched as if an electric current had shot from his tongue through her body.
Then his tongue slithered slowly back up to her throbbing cunt and his lips nibbled on her clit. Her ass jerked up into his face as her hands clawed the sofa.
His mouth was producing more and more flow from her cock hungry cunt. And then his mouth wasn't enough. She wanted a cock, any cock, his cock. She wanted to feel it spread the lips of her cunt and soothe the fire in her cunt with its white cream.
She clutched his head in her hands and pulled him away from her pussy and up to her breasts. She tugged until her tits were mashed against his chest and his slobbering lips were against her mouth. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and wiggled her near nude, voluptuous body up to him.
As they kissed; his hands moved up her inner thighs and finally touched the sheer black material. Her cunt hair came through the material so easily, he thought she had already taken off her panties. When he couldn't get past the tight leg band, she raised her body from the bed and Myron slipped the panties off.
As he ran his fingers, like a comb, through the thick, bushy cunt hair, he struggled with his free hand to remove his trousers. She couldn't wait. She pushed him up and used her hands on his pants buckle and zipper.
His pants fell around his ankles. "Kick 'em off," she said and she lowered his shorts. His cock leaped out at her face, hard, full, and throbbingly erect. She sighed, running the tip of her tongue over her red lips in anticipation. "Oh shit.. . you got a big one, Myron! With a cock like that, we're gonna have us a real ball, a really fine fuck!"
Suddenly, away from her body for a moment, his mind started to clear a little. Oh Jesus, he thought, what the fuck am I doing? She's my boss's wife. She's the mayor's wife. What would happen if he should find them there with the sheriff's cock up the mayor's wife's pussy?
"I-no, I can't do it. Oh, Jesus no, your husband.."
"Screw my husband, lover! Right now you got what I want, so give it to me!"
She ripped the remainder of his uniform off as she continued to praise and demand his body. She handled his wet cock and drops of clear, seminal fluid trickled down over her hand.
"Beautiful cock, honey. I mean you got a gorgeous, big, thick prick. Fuck me with it! Give it to me! Ream out my fuck hole with that beautiful hunk of meat!"
He couldn't help it. He couldn't still his own desires. His hips moved by themselves, under their own power, as they slid between her thighs.
Jessica's legs parted, lifted, and she wrapped them around his body. As the long, thick, hot cock spread her seething cuntlips, Jessica squeezed him with her legs and felt the pressure of his prick throughout her entire body.
Myron could feel her cunt closing over his cock and it was wonderful. The skin inside her vagina was warm and slick as her juices transmitted their heat to his plunging cock. Her cunt was spectacular. It felt more like a suck than a fuck.
"Oh Myron, ram it home! Ram it home! Don't you worry about hurrying and ending this beautiful moment because I won't let you. You're going to spend the whale night here and we're going to fuck and fuck and fuck!"
Myron could hear her but he didn't care what she said. All he wanted to do was shoot the most tremendous load possible. Her cunt was so much more pleasant than others he had fucked. His penetration was such that the feeling was absolutely terrific.
Jessica was obviously more experienced in fucking, and she unwrapped her legs and dug her heels into the sofa. This raised her cunt more to his angle and he couldn't believe that his cock actually went deeper on each plunge. The angle also brought her clit into direct contact with his sliding cock and she knew, she would soon be at the peak of her come.
Their bodies merged farther and farther into their mutual passion as they bath felt one another's orgasm swell. When the hot explosion of climax struck, Jessica's throat erupted in shrieks of delight.
"Ohhhh, yes, OHHHHH, Myron, your. . . your fuck, it's wonderful A - it's great! I'm going to, yes, yes! I'm coming with you! I'm shooting I'm shooting. . oh, fuck, son-of-a-bitch, I'm shooting so good!"
Their pulsations continued for what seemed an endless period of time. He didn't think his fuck would ever end; the orgasm was the strongest, the heaviest, the most satisfying he had ever experienced. The hot cum just wouldn't quit streaming into her cunt and he could feel how her pussy was rapidly filling with the result of bath their comes.
"MYRON!"
Her voice called him again from the front office. It was now loud and grating. He tried to ignore it as he unbuckled his gun and hung the belt on the wall but it just wouldn't go away.
"Lauren called from up on the bill. He used the car radio. There's some motorcycle tang up there drinking and probably having an orgy."
"Why didn't he just call me?" Myron yelled back to her.
"Because he couldn't find you. Where were you? Over chasing that little hard-to-get pussy of yours?"
That's exactly where he had been, but, it wouldn't do to let Jessica know it. She had become very possessive since that first night they had been together and had managed to find at least three nights a week to slip away from her husband and be with Myron.
"Well?" she called again. "I can't shout at you all night from up hen."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he said.
The door between the front office and the cells rocked the rest of the way open. He looked up. She stood, hands on hips, feet wide apart, her body stark naked.
"Not yet, you're not, lover," she said. "But soon.., damn soon."