(MMf, Mf, M+F+b+, oral, voy, interr, anal-oral, anal, drug, bond)
by Art Martin
Shelly is arrested and brought to court for failing to met her plea bargin, leaving Luke and the boys high and dry for their picnic. Luckily, the Blalocks have good neighbors.
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Shelly was puttering around her kitchen in her new silk robe, fixing up a picnic lunch for the boys, when Toni and Ginger stopped in for morning coffee.
"That is such a gorgeous robe, Shelly!" gushed Toni.�
"You really like it?"
"It's beautiful!� I didn't think O'Ryan had that kind of taste."
"What's up with the picnic basket?" interjected Ginger as the older woman took a seat at the kitchen table.
"Luke lost a bet, so I have to bring lunch out to the crew today."
"Really?� I've heard about those picnics.� They had one yesterday with Millie."
"Who's Millie," asked Toni.
"Lenny's wife.� He's a fellow who works with Mike and Luke for the railroad.� Kind of plain, but she's a sweet girl.� You wouldn't believe what Lenny let them do to her!" remarked Ginger with fiegned shock.� "But then again, you already know how they are," she added with a laugh.� "Gee, some girls have all the fun.� Wish they'd invite me to a picnic."
Shelly poured three cups of coffee and sat down.�
Ginger continued, "Mike says that Lenny didn't say a single word once they started on her.� Now Mike's a little worried that they may have gone too far."
Indeed, Shelly knew what had happened, but Luke was short on the details.� "What on earth did they do?" she asked probing for the lurid details.
"Mike says she went skinny dipping with them.� They played a little game and Millie was receptive.� When Mike told me that, I couldn't believe it.�� Millie's so... sheltered, but he swears it true.� He said they all fucked her while Lenny watched.� Mike claims he fucked her three times.� Said she sucked his dick too."
"What did Lenny do?"
"Mike says he fucked her first.� After that he just watched."
"Mmmm, sounds like fun," laughed Toni.�
"I'll say!" replied Ginger.� "You know, it's just not fair!" pouted the older woman.� "Here's Shelly, about to go on her second picnic and I've yet to be invited to a single one."
"Maybe you should talk to Mike," interjected Shelly.
"Oh, I did!� He said, he doesn't gladly lose a bet, but when he does... I'll have my turn."
"You two are lucky," pouted Toni.� "Jake never invites me anywhere!"
There was a knock at the front door.� Shelly excused herself and answered it.� Opening the door she saw the hulking body of Sheriff Damian Reed.� Shelly's pussy twitched at the memory of how the muscular man had pleasured her.
Provocatively she loosened the belt to the robe slightly to show more cleavage.� Shelly purred, "Why, Sheriff.� How nice to see you. Won't you please come in?"
The sheriff's eyes fixed on the newly bared skin. "Be my pleasure, Ma'am," he answered after moistening his lips.� Shelly closed the door behind the hulking man.� He spun her around and ran both hands into the red silk robe to cup and caress her full breasts.
Shelly pulled away and remarked coyly, "Uh, I have guests."
"You prick teasing whore," he hissed.�
"It's okay, they'll be leaving soon.� C'mon, I'll introduce you."� Shelly escorted him to the kitchen where her two girl friends were chatting.� To Shelly's surprise, Toni greeted the Sheriff as soon as she saw him.
"Damian!� Long time no see!"
"Been busy, Toni, much too busy.� Whose your friend?" he asked casting a glance towards Ginger.
"This is Ginger.� Ginger this is Sheriff Damian Reed.� You better watch out, he'll arrest you for the least little thing. Once, he gave me a ticket for doing two miles per hour over the speed limit!� And you know what...?"
"That'll do, Toni," interjected the sheriff.� He had to be careful about his reputation as a fair, honest lawman and he didn't know this Ginger.� Still, if the woman was friend of Toni and Shelly...
"He fucked me, that's what!" continued Toni with mock indignation.� "Just for going two miles an hour over the speed limit!� Took me out in woods and fucked me on the hood of his squad car!"
"That's enough, Toni.� Don't make me arrest you for using obscene language in the presence of a lawman!"
"Ooooo, I'm so fucking scared!"
"You had fair warning, lady!" The sheriff grabbed Toni causing her to squeal with laughter.� Spinning her around he slapped handcuffs on her behind her back.
Next door, Julia heard the commotion and looked out her kitchen window to see what was happening at the whore's house.� There still weren't any curtains to obscure her view and as the lights were on next door, she could clearly see the Sheriff and the three women.� She saw the Beast's harlot go down on her knees.
"Toni Stringer, I'm putting your foul mouth under arrest!"
"Not my pussy?"
"No, just your mouth," replied the Sheriff as he dropped his pants.
"Oh, my word!" exclaimed Ginger as she took measure of the man's prodigious organ.
Next door, Julia gasped at the size of the Sheriff's exceptional cock.� Still soft, it was huge.� In stunned amazement, she watched the sheriff playfully swing his cock to and fro, slapping the harlot's face with it.� Then as it began to harden, it grew in length and girth.� Despite her shock and disgust, Julia remained riveted to the window, watching the harlot try and lick the sizeable penis as the Sherriff pummeled her face with it.
The Sheriff grabbed Toni by the ears.� Like a baby bird, Toni opened her mouth as wide as she could, while he teased her lips with the fat oozing head.� Well before he was fully erect, he began plunging in and out of Toni's mouth.� Sticking it in, pulling it out until there was a frothy spittle that connected them whenever he completely withdrew.� Once he was hard enough, he began to ram it down her throat.
Both Ginger and Shelly were amazed as Toni took the great dick seemingly without much trouble.� The only visible discomfort was that her throat bulged obscenely as he fucked deep into her throat.
"You suck dick good, Toni," he whispered loud enough for all to hear.� "You've always sucked dick good."� Turning to Ginger and by way of explanation he offered, "Voted best cocksucker by our high school football team, three years in a row.� She's still the best cocksucker too!"
The lewd mouth fucking continued nonstop until at last he pulled all but the fat head from her mouth and grunted.� With each grunt, his cock throbbed and his ass cheeks clinched as he unloaded in her mouth.� Being the good cocksucker that she was, Toni gulped down every savory drop that was pumped into her mouth.
Having busted his nut, the Sheriff pulled his semi‑erect dick from Toni's voraciously sucking maw and pulled up his pants.� Shelly felt a twinge of jealously at the attention Toni was getting from the Sheriff, after all, he came to see her, not Toni.� "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Sheriff," asked Shelly in her most syrupy voice.�
"This is official business," replied the big man as he zipped up his fly.
"Oh?"
"I had you scheduled for community service this morning.� You didn't show up."
"I, I didn't know about..."
"The terms of your sentencing were clear," he said as he uncuffed Toni.� "If you'd rather do jail time..."
"No, no, no!� I just didn't know about today.� This is the first I've ever heard..."
"Well, now you know, Missy.� Ladies, you will have to excuse your hostess.� She's under arrest."
"Oh, you can't be serious, Damian," huffed Toni wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"I am serious," he replied coldly but politely.
"But I can't... not today... I have to... I have to go meet my husband."
"Meet him another day."
"Don't worry your head about the picnic, Shelly," chimed in Ginger, "You've got the food all ready. I'll go in your place!"
'That'd be so perfect,' thought Shelly.� "Would you?" she gushed.� Even though she was looking forward to the picnic, spending the day with the Sheriff and his deputies sounded even better.
*****
Soon, after Shelly left with the Sheriff, Jake came home unexpectedly well before lunch.� Barging into Shelly's kitchen via the backdoor he gruffly demanded, "Where's that big titted cunt?"�
"You mean Shelly?" replied his somewhat surprised wife.
"Of course I mean Shelly!"
Taking another sip of her coffee, Ginger offered flatly, "The Sheriff arrested her."
"Whada'ya mean?"
"He didn't actually arrest her.� She had community service today and..."
"Aw fuck! I promised..."
"Promised what?" asked his wife suspiciously.� "You promised Shelly?� Who did you promise her to and for what?"
"Never mind.� I jus' needed her ass for a few hours.� Well, guess she can do it another time.� Well, if ya'll excuse me ladies, I've got furniture to deliver."
*****��
Walking into the sheriff's office, handcuffed and unable to close the billowing silk robe she wore, Shelly felt that all eyes were upon her.� In actuality there were only two deputies doing paper work in the office.� They did look and stare. Who wouldn't look at the voluptuous blonde who was being paraded practically nude through the office.� They recognized her too as the whore they had all fucked just a few nights before.
"Time for community service?" hopefully asked one deputy.
"That's an affirmative, Bruce," replied the Sheriff brightly.� "So get your dicks warmed up boys.� You can have her after I'm finished with her."
*****
Big Mike's jaw dropped when he saw the two women pile out of his wife's car.� Both were wearing bikini tops with a sarong wrap around their waists.� The top of his wife's green number barely contained her bouncing freckled tits.� He knew good and well that underneath the sarong wrap she wore sting bottoms, the crotch of which always rode up into her slit for a bare camel toe.� Toni was wearing a sunny yellow outfit that contrasted sharply with her dark olive skin.� The material of her top was so thin that the outline of her dark nipples and nipple rings was plainly visible.� Mike wasn't sure of what was under her sarong, but Luke knew for certain that is was just a couple of yellow strings that left precious little to the imagination.
"Holy shit, Mike!� Ain't that yer wife?" exclaimed Lenny.� "Man. I'll fuck that in a heartbeat!"
"Who's the other cunt?" asked Roger.
"That's Toni, my next door neighbor," replied Luke.� "Jesus, I wonder if Jake knows she's here?"
"Who gives a shit?� She's here now," stated Lenny.� "Christ, what a body!� You can practically see her friggin' nipples.� Oh... my... gawd!� The cunt's got pierced tits!"
"Ginger!� What in hell are you doing here?" growled Big Mike as the two women approached with coy smiles upon their faces.� Ginger handed her husband the blanket she was carrying and then twirled around.� Doing so, her sarong flared to allowing the men a glimpse of her minimalist bottoms and a peek at her firm freckled ass.� "Damn it!� Answer me woman!"
"You like?" she laughed.� Her husband may have intimidated everyone else, but he didn't intimidate Ginger in the least.�
"What the hell's goin' on?� Where's Shelly?"
"She couldn't make it, so... we volunteered to stand in her place."
"Hell, you ain't gonna be standing lady," snickered Lenny.
"Lenny, shut up!" snapped his boss.
"Whadda mean she couldn't make it?" asked Luke concerned that his wife had disobeyed him.� "I told her to be here!"
"She apparently had an appointment with the Sheriff.� She's down at the jail... doing hard time."
"Oh, yeah.� The community service thing," mumbled Luke with irritation.� He was not at all pleased with the situation.�� It wasn't that he minded her getting fucked, hell she liked that, liked it a lot it seemed; what he minded was the lack of control he had over the matter.� She was his wife, he should have a say as to who fucked her and when they could fuck her.� But with the Sheriff, he had no say so on the matter of who, when or where the Sheriff and his men could have their way with her.� It was supposed to be what?� Twenty‑four hours on her back?� After that, he was quite sure that another charge would be trumped up requiring an additional twenty‑four hours of putting out.� And after that, another twenty‑four hours of whoring for free.� The fact was he couldn't do a damned thing about the situation, and that fact gnawed on him.�
Luke was snapped back to the present situation when Toni abruptly knocked into his arms after escaping an ineffectual groping by Lenny.�
"Does Jake know you've come out here to get fucked?" asked Luke as he held Toni in his arms.
"Who said anything about fucking?" laughed Toni.
"Toni, these guys were expecting to, uh..."
"Fuck Shelly?"
"Yeah," replied Luke sheepishly.
"You were going let these guys gangbang your wife?"
"Yeah!� What of it?� So... who do ya think they'll gangbang now?"
"Not me!� I am married woman!� If I did anything like that, it'd be adultery.� Of course, you and me could do it, and that'd be alright, and maybe I could do Mike too, but the other guys... no way!� Jake wouldn't like that."
"Then what did ya expect?"
"Oh, Ginger and I decided we'd just flirt... maybe show a little flesh... maybe put on show for you boys.� But only if they promise that they'll behave themselves and show us the proper respect.� Besides, Ginger said that Mike would make sure nothing happened."
About that time Big Mike roared, "Listen up men!� These girls didn't come out here to substitute for Shelly.� They just came out to feed us and give us a little company during for lunch.� If anyone gets any ideas and molests one these girls, you'll get your ass fired!� Understand that, Lenny?"�
Lenny glared at his boss.� It wasn't fair.� It wasn't fair at all.� After all, they had all fucked his Millie yesterday.� Not only that, but Ginger was here as Shelly's substitute, so why couldn't they fuck her?� She herself had said so much.� 'Fucking hypocrite,' the underling mumbled to himself.� And what about the other woman, the short Italian girl?� She wasn't anyone's wife.� Certainly she was fair game.� 'Yeah, sweet talk her bikini off and slam bam, just like yesterday,' he thought.� It just wasn't fair.
Roger was disappointed, but as usual he took it all in stride. He had certainly been looking forward to running his cock up Luke's hot slut wife again, but she wasn't here.� What the boss said went and that was that.
"Roger, you and Lenny go get the food out of Ginger's car," ordered Big Mike. "We'll set up by the creek where we were yesterday. Least it'll be cooler down there."
Lenny was grumbling to Rodger as they fetched the goodies.� "Lighten up, Lenny," counseled Rodger, "all fucking morning, wasn't it you who was telling us over and over how after yesterday, Millie's suddenly become obsessed with sucking your dick and how she fucked your brains out last night? And wasn't it you who said that Millie's on cloud nine because she's now gonna have a baby?� And wasn't you lamenting that you weren't sure if you could get it up today to fuck Shelly because Millie had gotten your rocks off so many times last night and early this morning?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Big Mike did you a big favor yesterday.� He tore down some walls between you two and loosened her up to enjoy sex.� Hell, we all did you a big favor.� And now you're whining?"
"Well, I... aw, fuck!"� Lenny was on loosing ground and he knew it.� Big Mike was doing it to him again, making him seem like a fool.� "Okay, okay," he grumbled.� "But I'd still like to fuck those two."
"Me too! Me too... That little short one is hot, hot, hot. But I ain't going get fired for sticking my dick where it don't belong!"
Down by the creek bank where the crew had gangbanged Lenny's wife yesterday, Toni and Ginger went about the business of laying out a blanket for the picnic lunch.� Luke and Mike were off to the side discussing the situation.� The women's attention was drawn to the two black boys who were frolicking naked in the creek.� "Aren't they adorable," giggled Toni.
"Mike said those two watched the whole thing yesterday.� Guess they've come for another show," replied Ginger wryly.
"You don't mind them watching, do you?"
"Not at all.� Might just teach them something."
Just out of earshot Big Mike and Luke were discussing the situation.� "Toni loves a gang fuck," stated Luke, "but there's no way we can all fuck her without Jake's permission."
"Well, if we all can't fuck her, then you can't either.� Wouldn't be fair to the others," declared Mike as he pondered what to do.
"What about Ginger?"
"Ginger?� Hell, I didn't loose her pussy in poker!� I don't mind you fucking her, Luke, but I'll be damned if I just let Lenny crawl up between her legs."
"Ya know, we're gonna have a problem if Toni takes her wrap off.� I've seen that bikini before.� There's nothing to the bottoms but a couple of strings.� Lenny's gonna go berserk when she wags that ass!"
"You've got a point.� The bottoms Ginger has on rides up into her slit.� Revealing would be an understatement.� Maybe we should tell them to keep the wraps on."
"Good idea, Mike."
While lunch was served, the men ogled the two women who both took great delight in bending over so that the men could see down their tops.� The two black boys were grateful that the two ladies had offered them lunch too and unabashedly sat naked just off the blanket with sand sticking to their dark skin.�
At one point Ginger boldly rubbed her husband's crotch with her foot to check his state of arousal.� If Big Mike didn't have a hard‑on from that, the other men's pricks nearly exploded.� Seeing Lenny rubbing himself, Ginger gave him a saucy smile and a wink.
With lunch over, Lenny suggested that they all go for a swim.� "Good idea!" beamed Toni.� "It's hot down here!"� Flashing her radiant smile, she dropped her wrap to the ground.� When Lenny saw the yellow string disappear between her pussy lips he nearly choked.� But then she turned and walked towards the water flaunting her near nudity.� With the spectacle of her firm bare ass sexily flexing, Lenny's imagination went into high gear.
Before Mike had a chance to tell Ginger to keep her wrap on, it too was in the sand.�
"Oh, goddamn, Mike!" exclaimed Lenny.� "Your wife's a slut!� So is the other one!� I vote we do 'em!"
Big Mike turned amd glared at Lenny.� "Shut the fuck up, will ya?"
"Aw, come on..."
"I said I'd fire your ass!� So don't make me do it!"
"Well, no harm in looking!� Think I'll join them."� Lenny kicked off his boots and socks and then stood to drop his jeans and boxers.� Naked he boldly waded out into the water towards the two women.
"Good idea," rejoined Luke as he stripped.�
"Yeah, let's go for a swim," conceded Mike knowing things could get out of hand quickly if he weren't there to stop it.� "Roger, you coming?"
"Yes, sir!" answered Roger with a grin.�
Soon Toni and Ginger were surrounded with four naked men and two naked black boys splashing about in the water.� As the play continued, Big Mike struggled to keep a lid on things as neither Toni nor Ginger shared his reticence. Mike's men deferred to their boss, but all had trouble ignoring the dick‑grabbing game the girls were inflicting upon them.�
Mercilessly Toni and Ginger teased the men.� Poor Lenny was beside himself.� Obviously both women were hot sluts and he yearned to fuck one or both of the women, but he feared for his job.� 'It would be just like Mike to set me up like this,' he thought, 'and then fire me.'� His restraint was made even harder when Toni took his cock in hand and lewdly fondled him.
"Does that feel good?" she asked while gently stroking Lenny's painfully erect cock.
"Oh, fuck me!" he exclaimed.� "Damn it, Mike!� Can't we fuck her?"
"I said, no!� And that's final!" growled his boss.
"I can't fuck you anyway, baby," Toni purred, "my husband would be furious with you. But he wouldn't mind me getting you off.� Would you like that, sweetie?"
"Fuck this job," moaned Lenny.� "I gotta have you."
"No, no, no.� I've got you... see?� Now just relax.� Close your eyes and concentrate on what I'm doing to your cock... Mmmm, doesn't that feel nice?"
"Oh, fuck... I'm gonna cum," Lenny whispered.� "Ahhhhh!"
Toni giggled gleefully as long streams of cum shot from Lenny's dick and splashed across her chest. Lenny felt weak at the knees as he orgasmed.� It wasn't necessarily the cum he wanted, but it would do.
After making Lenny cum, Toni was really feeling horny.� She wanted to play in the worst way, but Mike was spoiling a good time.� Then she had an idea.� Leaving Lenny with a wilting prick, she took one of the black boys into the shallows. To everyone's astonishment, she knelt in the water and began sucking the boy's black penis.���
The boy was as surprised as the men were.� He and his buddy sucked each other often, but he'd never been treated to a blowjob from an experienced woman before and a white woman at that.� It felt so incredibly good, he wished it would never stop.
His buddy wanted in on the action and Toni gladly included him, alternately sucking the two black boys while the others watched.
Following Toni's lead, Ginger went down on her husband.� Looking up at Mike, Ginger sloppily slobbered all over Mike's big dick.� She paused and told her husband, "Toni and I came here to get fucked.� If you've got a problem with that, get over it.� Let these boys have some fun... or else!"
Mike felt his wife squeezing his balls, not too tightly, at least not yet.� "Ginger, I..." Her grip tightened.� "Okay, okay, baby."� To his relief her grip loosened and her warm wet mouth engulfed him again.� Her hand let go of his balls and moved further back rubbing across his anus.� Mike automatically loosened his sphincter to allow his wife's finger to penetrate him. Expertly she sought out the bump that she knew to be his prostate and began to massage it through the wall of his rectum.� Mike knew he wouldn't last long, he never did when she did that to him, so he pushed his cock down her throat.� Ginger swallowed again and again, her throat muscles contracting around her husband's cock while she fingered his ass.� Mike's prostate spasmed, sending a thick bolt of man juice surging through his cock accompanied with a beastly bellow that echoed through the creek bed.
Ginger let her husband's spent cock slither from her mouth.� She stood and kissed him. "Thank you, sweetie," she whispered.� "Now, be a good boy and help me with my top."� Dutifully Mike untied the halter string and then the back strap.� The green top fell away, freeing her freckled bosums.� Then without being asked, he knelt and pulled her thong bottoms off.� Holding the two pieces of his wife's green bikini in his hand, he watched as she waded off to get fucked by his men.
"Who wants to fuck me?" Ginger cheerily sang out.
Gallantly Roger extended his hand and offered, "I'll do you, Ma'am."�
Longingly Lenny watched as Roger led Ginger back to blanket on the sand bar.� "Yeah, this is more like it," he muttered as he played with his flaccid dick.� "I get sloppy seconds!" he brashly called out.� Then he watched as Luke took Toni doggie style in the shallow water while she continued sucking the two black boys' cocks.
*****
Shelly waited and waited for someone to come and fuck her, but no one did.� She'd expected the Sheriff to do her as soon as they were in his office, but he had left her there to sit and wait.� It was chilly in the air‑conditioned office and Shelly struggled to keep her robe closed for a little warmth, but it was difficult without a belt.� Shelly fumed about the stupidity of the Sheriff taking her belt; no way would she hang herself with it, but that's is what he'd said.� After what seemed to be hours, the Sherriff returned.� "Get your ass up, whore.� The judge wants to see you."
"The judge?"
"That's right, the judge.� I have to put aside my personal feelings towards you, Shelly.� This is a matter of law.� You can't just violate the terms of your plea agreement whenever the hell you feel like it without consequences."
"But... I didn't know..."
"Hush up, it's too late for excuses.� Now turn around."
Obediently Shelly turned her back to him.� The Sheriff placed her hands behind her back and cuffed her.� "Is this necessary?" she asked indignantly.�
"Absolutely.� I can't have you trying to escape.� Then I'd have to shoot you."
"You would, wouldn't you," Shelly snapped back with anger.
"Yes, Ma'am, I would," he whispered in her ear.� "It'd be a shame too.� A real shame."
The Sheriff spun her back around to face him.� Reaching forward, he pushed the red robe off her shoulders.� For a long minute he feasted upon the sexy sight of her bound nudity.� With her arms pulled back by the cuffs, her large tits seemed to explode from her chest.� "You're magnificent!" he leered.� "Best tits I've ever seen."� His powerful hands went behind her back to draw her to him.� Shelly opened her mouth to receive the tongue that was thrust into her mouth.
He broke contact and stepped back.� His hands went to his belt.
"What about the judge?"
"You're my prisoner.� He can have you later."
*****
Down at the creek the orgy raged.� Twosomes, threesomes and foursomes formed and then dissolved only to reform with a different combination of sex partners.� Everyone was included, including the young black boys who had their first taste of both white pussy and white cock.� When the party wound down and the girls went home, the only one frustrated was Lenny.� Try as he might, he couldn't get it up after Toni's hand job; he had been too drained by his wife the night before.� While his buddies fucked themselves to exhaustion, he was forced to watch while fruitlessly whipping his dick with no luck in getting a rise.� Even the black boys fucked both women with their four‑inch boyhoods.�
*****
Judge Horace Mecom watched as the blonde bombshell was frog marched handcuffed into his courtroom with her big tits bared and bouncing freely.� Automatically his hand went to adjust the swelling organ under his stately black robe.� With her head low from the shame of it all, the Sheriff stopped Shelly several feet from the bench.
Shelly forced herself to look up from the floor.� Perched high above her in his judicial robe, she noticed first that he was a balding man with black horn‑rimmed glasses, the kind that geeks and nerds are supposed to wear.� It may have been her perspective, but he seemed to be a large man, but not necessarily obese.� He was older too, well beyond his prime.
The judge absent‑mindedly moistened his lips as he studied the nubile and nearly naked prisoner. At first he was focused on her pierced tits, but by and by, his gaze went lower to her thin waist and deep belly button and then further to her shaved pussy.� He casually observed the streams of cum trickling down her thighs, evidence of the gang fucking she'd just received.
Again the Sheriff slipped the silk robe off her shoulders to expose more of her voluptuous body.� After all she'd been through these past weeks, Shelly felt her face flush from the embarrassment of being displayed like a piece of meat.� Never mind the fact that in the past few weeks she had indeed become meat... fuck‑meat for the numerous cocks that had taken pleasure with her.
The judge cleared his throat.� "State your name," began the judge in a forced professional voice.
"Shelly.� Shelly Blalock. Shelly Mattox Blalock, your honor."
"Says here that you're a whore.� Are you a whore, my dear?"
"I..."
"You were arrested for whoring without a permit.� Is this true?"
"Your honor, I..."
"I asked you a question.� A simple yes or no will suffice."
"Yes, sir.� But..."
"Come closer, dear."�
The Sheriff escorted her up the podium and around the bench to stand next to the judge.� Judge Mecom reached between her legs and fondled her dripping tush.� He withdrew his hand, now wet with a mixture of sexual secretions and held it up for her to see.
"What is this?" the judge asked.
"It's..."
He cut her off again.� "Let the record show that the defendant appeared in this court dripping semen from her vagina."
"You are married, aren't you?" the judge continued.
"Yes, sir."
"Is this mess from your husband?"
"No, sir."
"I see...� Well, so far we have established that you are indeed a slut.� There's no law prohibiting a woman from being a slut.� But, that's not really the question today is it?"
Judge Mecom turned his attention to Sheriff Reed. "Sheriff, what evidence do you have that the defendant is a prostitute working without a permit?"
"Your honor.� Saturday night, I observed the defendant at P‑Willy's Club.� She was in the bar, in plain view of all the patrons, completely nude and lewdly engaged in sexual intercourse, intercourse with apparently several different men.� After a short investigation, I established that she was taking money in exchange for sex."
"Is that true, Miss Blalock?"
"Well, you see..."
"A simple yes or no will suffice."
"Yes, sir... But..."
The judge held up his hand to cut her off.� "The facts in this case are clear.� Ms. Blalock, you are indeed a whore and a prostitute."� Shelly's face reddened with shame.
The judge turned to the Sheriff. "I am to understand that she did not have the required permit for such activity."
"No, sir.� There were no permits of record."
"What of her status now?"
"She now has a temporary permit to whore, your honor."
"And to avoid a public nuisance and prostitution charge, you made a deal with her to avoid jail time?"
"Yes, sir.� Twenty‑four hours of public service."
"I see. It is evident she's been recently, uh, engaged in public service.� So just what is the problem today, Sheriff?"
"The defendant failed to show up this morning as ordered.� I had to go to her home and arrest her."
"Is this true, Miss Blalock?" asked the judge with a stern contenance.
"I didn't know I was supposed to show up this morning!� Honest!� I didn't know."� Sobbing she pleaded, "Please don't put me in jail!"
"Jail?� Why, heavens no, my girl.� Jail is the last place for a girl like you.� You're better suited for public service.� But we can't tolerate you just flaunting the law at your whim."
"Oh, no sir!� I wouldn't do that!"
"Well, that's exactly what you've been doing, my dear.� The Sheriff gave you a very fair deal to avoid embarrassment and the stigma of public prosecution and you failed to carry it out.� Now, he's had to bring this entire affair to my attention in open court.� This could have been just between you and the Sheriff, but now I'm afraid it's a matter of public record."
Turning to the sherriff the judge asked, "Sheriff Reed, just how many hours of public service has she performed so far?"
"Let's see.� About three hours Saturday night after her arrest and two hours today."
"Five hours total?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Hmmm, let's see... Five hours," mullled the judge. "That's less than a fourth of her required time.� I don't want to be harsh, so I need to know if she performed her public service adequately and with the proper enthusiasm?"
"Yes, sir.� She's been most enthusiastic and I've gotten no legitimate complaints."
"Miss Blalock, in order to impress upon you the seriousness of the charges against you and your need to comply with the lawful terms of your plea agreement, I hereby order that you serve an additional twelve hours of public service to be served consecutively with remaining nineteen hours of your original obligation. That's a total of thirty one hours, dear."�
The judge paused and took a different tact, "I understand that you're the daughter of the Reverend Henry Mattox."
"Yes, sir," Shelly answered in a small voice.
"He's a good man; a very good man.� Situations like this can be harmful to innocent people.� In this case your father.� I see no good in providing grist for the rumor mill.� Therefore, I hereby order that the proceedings of this case be sealed."
"What does that mean?" asked Shelly hopefully.
"It simply means that it will not be reported in the newspaper, nor will anyone have access to the transcript of this proceeding without my say so.� Your secret is safe, Miss Blalock."
"Oh, thank you, your honor!"
"My pleasure, dear."
"Sheriff Reed, will you be so kind as to remove the handcuffs from this charming creature?"� Once the cuffs were removed the robe was free to fall to the floor, leaving Shelly completely nude save for the high‑heeled pumps she wore.� Knowing that she wasn't going to jail or be publicly exposed, Shelly felt much more comfortable and struck a deliberately provocative pose.
"Splendid!" exclaimed the judge.� "Absolutely splendid!� Takes your breath away doesn't she!� If you don't mind dear, please turn around so I can see all of you... Lord have mercy, what a callipygian masterpiece!� You are certainly a sight for my poor old eyes!"� For several minutes Judge Mecom openly ogled the girl, young enough to be his granddaughter, as she turned this way and that way with no hint of false modesty.
Regaining his judicial composure Judge Mecom continued, "Uh hmm!� Now that the contempt matter has been settled, Miss Blalock, may I ask you a personal question off the record?"
"Yes, sir."
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"Nineteen!� I must say you are gorgeous my dear, absolutely gorgeous. A magnificent example of God's good works!"�
The judge turned to the sheriff and beamed, "You're right, Reed, she is indeed a knockout!"
Turning back to Shelly he said, "Most whores around here are of two types.� The first is the prostitute who whores to support a drug habit.� Most undesirable... we take active steps to make sure they understand that they are not welcome to work or live in this town or in this county.� The second type of whore is a single mother with two or three children to support.� I will not prevent a mother from doing what is necessary to feed her babies, that would be unconscionable!� The permits we issue generally go to that sort of whore. Do I understand this correctly, that you are married?"
"Yes, sir."
"You have babies to support?"
"No, sir."
"Then why are you whoring yourself out?"
"Well, I didn't mean to.� It's just that Luke and I bought this old house and it took every cent we had.� We were hardly moved in before the refrigerator went out, then the truck broke down and roof needed to be replaced.� We couldn't pay for any of that, so Luke told me..."
"Jake Stringer lives next door to them," interjected the Sheriff.
"Ah, Jake!� Haven't seen him or his cute wife in a while.� Well, I suppose that explains it, an emergency cash situation.� Your husband does work, doesn't he?"
"Oh, yes, sir.� He's with the railroad.� We were just short of cash, and Jake suggested that I..."
"I understand completely my dear," said the kindly judge.� "Your husband needed some money and turned you into a whore.� Perhaps I have a better solution to your problem.� No need for a fine young woman like yourself to selling herself to every stiff‑dicked John in town.� Not when I'm in need of a special assistant.� The job pays $400.00 per week.� Would you be interested?"
"$400.00 per week?� Yes!� Yes, I'm interested!"
"Very well, but you must interview for the job."
"When?"
"How about right now?"� The judge stood, reached under his black robe and pushed down his pants below his knees.� Then sitting back down, he pulled his robe up exposing his six‑inch pecker proudly protruding from a tangle of graying pubic hair.�
It was obvious what the job as all about, but Shelly wasn't at all offended, after all she had made peace with herself.� Luke wanted her to be a whore and it was her duty as his wife to be a whore and pleasure other men in an exchange of sex for the goods and services that they needed.� In fact she had been offering her body for a whole lot less than what the judge was offering for a "special assistant". �Besides, the judge was kind of cute and... and he was a man... a kind man if she was any judge of character.� As far as Shelly was concerned, he was just like all the other men she'd gotten to know.� Regardless of their character, they all wanted her body for their own pleasure.� She thought of Luke and Jake, of Luke's dad and Luke's co‑workers.� She thought of Jeter and his kin, of O'Rielly and Henderson, the Sheriff and his deputies and the nameless faces of the men she fucked at P‑Willys.� She concluded that all men wanted to have sex with her, which when she thought about it was exactly what she wanted too.� She then thought, 'Well, maybe not all men.� My daddy isn't like other men... or is he?'�
The sound of the Sheriff's gravelly voice broke her revere. "The judge said he wants to see some qualifications.� Turn around, honey and show the Judge your fine ass."� Shelly turned as directed.� "Now bend over and grab your ankles."� With a touch of reluctance, Shelly took up the obscene pose.� She felt the Sheriff's big hands on her butt, pulling her ass cheeks apart.� From behind her she heard the judge utter a low throaty groan.
"At first glance, she seems to have the proper qualifications," she heard the Judge say, followed by, "Come closer, my dear."
Shelly felt her butt cheeks snap together.� Sherriff Reed grasped her upper arm to help her stand upright.� Then he turned her around and pushed her towards the leering judge.� To make room for Shelly, Mecom pushed his chair back another few inches away from the bench with his cock still peeking out from his black robe�� "Let me have a closer look at your qualifications," the judge said with a lecherous grin.� The Sheriff spun her around facing away from the judge. Hands spread across her ass, hands not as big and not as rough as the Sheriff's hands.� The hands stroked and jiggled her firm cheeks.� "Nice and solid," came the judgment, "a perfect badonkadonk butt of exceptional quality and bounce!"�
One hand rose higher up her back and then forced her to bend over and across the top of the judge's bench.� Once in position, she again she felt the judge's hands on her curvaceous haunches, peeling apart the soft white globes of her ass.
Shelly gasped as she felt him nuzzle his face deep between her shapely butt cheeks.� His wet flexible muscle lapped the deep valley from her seeping cunt to her puckered asshole.�� He mumbled into her ass, but she made out, "I love a girl who's taken the time to remove those pesky hairs that are so distracting."� His lips molded over her anal ring as his long tongue probed her in an obscene colonic kiss.
Sensing that she should take an active part in her "interview", Shelly reached back with both hands to spread open her ass, and in doing so freed the Judge's hands for other duties.� Almost immediately she felt one hand slide up her thigh to rub the puffy lips of her cum seeping pussy.� Moments later, fingers were inside her exploring her cuntal topography while he continued the deep tonguing of her anus.� The probing exploration of his fingers soon transitioned into a simple in‑and‑out motion as he began to deeply and firmly finger fuck her vagina with two fingers.
As the courtroom filled with wet, squishing sounds, Shelly's hips automatically started to rotate and thrust back into the judge's face. Soon the wet noises were supplemented by the salacious moaning and groining of an eager slut in heat.�
Shoving three fingers up her well‑traveled fuck‑way, his curled pinkie repeatedly slammed into her engorged clitoris, causing the level of her arousal to quickly escalate.� The judge felt her cuntal tunnel contracting around his deeply thrusting fingers as the pressure within her quickly rose.� The climax slammed her in an explosive rush, ripping through her with a searing pleasure.�� She spread her arms outward and across the top of the bench like she was being crucified and screamed.
Mercifully the tantalizing assault on her cunt and ass ended.� She went limp, her orgasm reduced to little after shocks that suffused her pleasure, causing her pussy to clench and quiver with the afterglow of her orgasm while dripping its nectar from between her thighs.�
After some minutes, Shelly pushed herself upright.� Taking a deep breath, she turned towards the judge and leaned against the bench making her big breasts even more prominent.� The judge was sitting back, his face sparkling with moisture.� He had discarded his robe altogether and was as naked as she was.� She immediately noted that he looked somewhat soft and pudgy, and not too hairy.� She certainly didn't find him to be unattractive, the loathsome Jetter with his scars and uncoordinated eyes was the gold standard for being unattractive, but then again her attention was mainly concentrated on his rigid cock that he was lewdly stroking.� Shelly loved cocks, even Jetter's.� Shelly cut a sultry smile and asked, "Do you find me qualified for the job?"
"Oh, I find that you are indeed exceptionally well quailed, Miss Blalock.� But do you possess the skills and experience necessary for such an important job?� How about if we do a simple test to determine your skill level?"
"What do you have in mind?" she asked with a naughty grin.
"How about if you climb aboard and put my cock in your ass.� Let's see if you're as good as you look."
Shelly was about to do just that when she paused and asked herself, 'Why rush this?� Take your time, show him that you are indeed the best candidate for this job.� Take your time, make him happy and get the job.� I'll make Luke so proud.'
Standing immediately in front of him, she towered over the sitting man who was gazing up at her as she sluttishly stroked her big breasts.� Her hands ran down her sides as she seductively gyrated her hips before the middle‑aged judge. Then she sank down and took his upright cock in her mouth.� Expertly her sultry lips slid up and down his turgid shaft as her tongue played across the sensitive underside of his cock.� She found it strangely pleasurable to be sucking a cock that wasn't so damned big that it nearly choked her to death, like Damien Reed's dick.� Then she thought just how comfortable it would be to take the Judge's six‑inch cock up her ass.� No way would it feel like she was about to be ripped apart, it would just feel nice, like a cock should.
Letting his cock slip from between her lips, Shelly stood.� She was prepared to simply straddle him and take him dry, but the judge handed her a tube of lube. Appreciatively, she slathered the judge's cock with handfuls of lube.� Momentarily she looked up from her object of affection and saw that the judge's head was back and his jaw was slack.� Without even trying very hard, she had already brought him to the edge of orgasm.� Little did she appreciate the effect her nubile body had on him during the preceding proceedings.
Playing him like a fiddle, she let his orgasm subside.� 'Why make him just cum?' she thought, 'when I can blow his cute little pumpkin head off?' In that instant, she decided to tease him unmercifully... get him close and then pull back... again and again until he was nearly insane; only then would she make him cum, and cum with an intensity not often experienced.���
Straddling the judge, she rubbed her big knockers in his face, making a game of capture the nipple.� She winced when he snagged a nipple ring and tugged at her tit.� She batted his head about with her soft tit flesh for a few more moments, then reached down and aimed his cock at her rectal entrance.� As his cock head speared into her, she gasped as she felt the exquisite sensation of his glans forcing open her anal barrier.�� As she had recently learned to do so well, Shelly relaxed and dilated her hole to accommodate his cock's passage into her rectum.
The creamy warmth of her rectal channel slowly surrounded his cock until she had taken all he had to give only to have her grind down so hard that he went in even deeper.� His mouth was offered a bejeweled nipple which he greedily began gnawing. He felt her silky rectum pulling off his dick until only the very tip remained inside her before his cock was being driven into her again.� Shelly set up a slow motion ass fuck, feeding the judge her tits and paying strict attention to his reactions.� Once deep inside, she squeezed his prick and ground into him, again and again.� Rocking his head back, Mecom released her tit‑meat and slack jawed prepared to ejaculate.� But before he could, she pulled off his cock completely, leaving him hanging on the very edge.
Shelly watched him intently.� Once the glassy‑eyed look left his face, she offered her other nipple to his mouth.� Once more he suckled the offered tit as his cock entered her yielding asshole for a second time.
Over and over, she brought him to the edge and left him hanging.� Finally he couldn't take it anymore.� Suddenly he rose from his chair with Shelly impaled on his dick.� The action took Shelly by surprise as she was suddenly on her back on the judge's bench, with her asshole being hammered by the lust‑crazed jurist.� With a bearish growl that echoed through the judicial chamber, Judge Mecom forcefully unloaded in the young woman's ass, and when he did, Shelly felt the old man's essence shoot deep up her rectum.� He bellowed again and Shelly once again felt the ejaculatory pulse.�
The penis inside her cum laden bowels ceased it's throbbing. The judge, now sweating and gasping for breath was collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the bench.� Shelly felt proud of herself.� Her recent experiences with various men had allowed her to toy with the middle‑aged man, bringing him to the edge and then denying and delaying his orgasm until he nearly went mad with the need to cum.� She felt his once hard organ soften and shrink until it slithered from her rectum.� Immediately she felt a sense of loss.� Shelly let the man lie on top her while he recovered his senses.� She wondered whether he would be able to get it up again and have another go at her, but the judge was far past his prime.� It would be several hours before he would be ready to fuck her a second time.
As the minutes ticked by and the judge failed to move off, Shelly became worried that maybe she had killed him, but his breathing was steady.� Then she felt his drool accumulate to the point that it ran off her breast and down her sides.� A sudden rasping snore let her know that he was napping.� Gently she cuddled the sated man's head, holding him tightly to her breast.� It was a happy moment, knowing that she had pleased him so, and in the bargain, she felt certain that she had secured the "special assistant" job.
Mecom catnapped for only five minutes or so.� Waking, he discovered the tit that served as his pillow.�� Then he remembered the fantastic fuck he'd been treated to.� Slowly and somewhat reluctantly, he extricated himself from her tender embrace.
The naked teenager smiled broadly at him.� "Did I get the job?" she asked with a girlish giggle.
The judge, knowing a good thing when he saw it replied, "Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves, my dear.� I'm not one to jump to conclusions before all the essential facts have been established.� From the first portion of your interview, you seem to be exceptionally well qualified for the job.� But we'll just have to see."� The judge saw her bubbly expression fade into disappointment.� Her lower lip began to tremble and her eyes began to water.� Rubbing his chin as if in deep deliberative thought, he added, "But considering your outstanding qualifications and demonstrated skill level and considering the fact that I'm desperately in need of a "special assistant"... And by damn, that was the best fuck I've had in years!� Yes, my dear, the job is yours!� Can you start tomorrow?"�
"Yes!" she happily gushed.� "But I'll need to speak to my husband first."
"Now that my mind is made up, I won't take 'no' for an answer."
"Oh, I'm sure it will be okay with Luke," ebulliently bubbled Shelly.
"Well, if it's not, then I'll have to do something about that.� Be here tomorrow.� Now I have traffic court in an half hour, so if you will excuse me my dear."�
The judge turned to the Sheriff.� "Damian, see that she gets home.� That is, of course, when she's finished for today with her public service obligation."
******
Later that afternoon, after another session of providing public service to the lucky public servants, Sheriff Reed brought Shelly home.� Seeing the police car pull up to the curb next door, David looked out to see Shelly get out, still dressed in only her new red silk robe and wearing red high heeled shoes.� The belt securely around her waist served to accentuate her hips and ample bust line. The short robe exposed a generous expanse of bare leg.� The sight of the shapely blonde so skimpily dressed sent his organ into an aroused state.� He watched intently, seeing her boobs bouncing as the Sheriff escorted her inside.� With memories of seeing her naked and getting fucked filling his mind, he muttered to himself, "God willing, Julia will soon be more like her."
The show over, David nervously glanced up at the clock. Noting the time, a feeling of panic began to well up inside.� In twenty minutes Rev. Brown would be there to pick up the kids.� Then it would be all up to him.�
He was distracted by the squealing of children.� Turning he saw Billy chasing his naked little sister through the living room and into the kitchen with a squirt gun.� He quickly corralled the two kids in the kitchen and seized the water pistol from his son.� Then playfully he shot Trisha between her legs causing her to squeal in delight.� A sudden urge welled up inside him to press the tip of the gun against one of her holes and squeeze off a round.� Immediately he felt ashamed for thinking such perverse thoughts.� His demeanor changed instantly and he sternly told little Trisha to go get dressed as the Reverend would be there soon.
Kendall came into the kitchen.� "Daddy, Mommy said she wants a Coke." David's spirits soared; it was the moment and opportunity he had been waiting for!
"Sweetheart, go tell her that I will bring it to her in just a moment."
"She said that I should bring it her.� She hates you," replied the little girl.
"She's just angry.� Well, let me fix up a glass for her.� Then you can take it to her."
"Okay," replied the young daughter.� David waited for Kendall to wander off like she always did when a task was at hand, but instead the little imp just stood there and waited.
David pulled down a glass from the cupboard.� Opening the freezer section, he filled the glass with ice.� He glanced over and saw Kendall was still waiting and watching.� The freezer door didn't provide much cover, but when he opened the refrigerator section to get the bottle of Coke, he had just enough cover to make his move.� He reached into his pocket and pulled out the baggie with white powder that Jake had given him.� With trembling hands he poured out what he thought was the right amount and then stuffed the bag back into his pants. Nervously he glanced over at his daughter, still standing there, watching and waiting.� He made a show of moving things around and then extracted the quart bottle of Coke.� Moments later, Kendall was off, taking the drug‑laced drink to her unsuspecting mother.
A few minutes passed.� He heard Kendall and her two siblings running back down the stairs.� The three noisy children had made it down to the landing when the doorbell rang.� David took a deep breath.� "Daddy!� It's for you!� It's the pastor of our church!" ran out his oldest daughter's voice.
David entered the living room to see the Rev. Brown kneeling and giving each of the kids a hug.� David was relieved to see all three kids appropriately clothed.
"Children, go up to your rooms and play," the father said evenly.� Surprisingly, the three kids obeyed instantly.� Once the kids were gone, David thanked the pastor for his help.
"Think nothing of it, David.� It's my pleasure to assist my flock in their time of need. �You and Julia take as much time as you need, the children will be fine with me."
"That's very kind of you, Rev. Brown.� Very kind indeed.� I'm afraid I don't have their things ready yet, but it shouldn't take me but a few minutes."
"Don't bother, David.� I have everything they need.� Of course if they have a favorite toy or stuffed animal, they'll adjust quicker."
David went upstairs and found the three kids in the girl's room.� "I want you all to be very quiet.� Get your favorite dolly or toy animal and then come downstairs."� Billy went straightaway to his room while his two sisters picked out their toys.� Then David ushered them downstairs to where the Rev. Brown was waiting.
Kneeling, David addressed his three children.� "As you all know, your mother is not feeling very well lately. For the next few days, you will be staying with the Rev. Brown while Mommy gets better.� I expect you all to be very good and to do everything the pastor tells you to do.� I do not want to hear a bad report." Having kissed each child, David with Rev. Brown holding little Trisha's hand, led them to the church van. Moments later they were gone and out of the way.
David gathered his courage and ascended the stairs.� He tried bedroom the door, but it was locked fast.� He knocked; gently at first, and then harder.� There was no response.� He pounded on the door, to no avail. A feeling of elation swept over him.� "I did it!� I did it!" he shouted to the empty house.� "You're now mine, bitch!" he shouted at the door.� Feeling confident for the first time today, he turned and headed downstairs and out the house.� Taking the back way, he cut across the Blalock's backyard and went through the old rusty and frozen gate into the Stringer's backyard.
Through the backdoor he could see Jake and Toni eating supper at the kitchen table.� He knocked.� Jake looked up and seeing that it was his wimpy neighbor, motioned him to enter.� Not wanting Toni to hear what he had to say, David shook his head and motioned for Jake to come outside.
Jake muttered curses and pushed away from the table.� "What does he want?" asked Toni.
"No telling," grumbled Jake.� "Maybe he wants to suck my dick."
"He can do that while you finish your supper," replied his wife with a grin.
"That's not a bad idea," he rejoined as he reached the door.�
Upon opening the door Jake growled at David, "The fucking door is unlocked!"
"Uh, can we talk in private?" asked the smaller man.
As he was eager to return to his evening meal, Jake grumbled, "Whatever," and stepped out onto the back porch.
"It's done."
"What's done?" asked Jake.
"Julia.� She's out!� I put the stuff you gave me in her drink and I think she's out cold."
"What about the kids?"
"Gone.� Rev. Brown picked them up.� He'll keep them for a few days until we get this all sorted out."
Jake was impressed, David had some balls after all. "How long has she been out?"
"Ten, maybe fifteen minutes I suppose."
"Ya really want to do this?" asked Jake.� "Tell me now, because once we get started, there'll be no turning back."
"You won't hurt her will you?"
"Hurt her?� Of course not!� I'll fuck her, give her the fucking of her life, but I won't hurt her. Ya got to understand this, little buddy. Once I fuck yer wife, I'll keep on fucking her whenever I want to fuck her.� I'll make her my whore, understand?� She'll still be your wife, your problem, but she'll be my whore to use.� Is that what ya want?"
"She won't be my whore?"
"Of course she'll be your whore, little buddy," laughed Jake.� "She's your wife.� But I'll sell her cunt to my friends and take my share for free.� She'll turn into a fucking machine in constant need of dick, lots of dick, like that big titted whore next door. Hell, little buddy, think about it... she's gonna fuck your brains out after I train her."
"That's what I want.� I want her to be more like your wife and Luke's wife."
"She will be a cock loving slut, like God intended her to be.� So later on, if ya have any problems with any of it, just get over it.� Now, we'd better get busy.� I'm not too sure how long that stuff lasts.� How much did ya give her?"� David shrugged noncommittedly. "Didn't ya follow my instructions?"
"Best I could.� I couldn't measure it, so I just poured some into her Coke."
"Personally, I could care less, but let's hope fer yer sake that ya didn't kill the bitch."
Jake stuck his head back inside.� "Gotta go for a few minutes.� Keep my supper hot."
Jake followed David inside and up the stairs.� At the bedroom door, David knocked and then banged on the door.� There was no response.� David jiggled the locked doorknob.� "You don't really suppose..."
"Only one way to find out," replied Jake.� "Move aside."� Jake put his shoulder to the door and shoved.� With a splintering sound, the flimsy door snapped and shattered.� Unceremoniously Jake kicked the remains in and gained access to the bedroom.
Dismayed by the shattered door, David complained, "You know, I could have unlocked it!"
"Then why didn't ya?" growled Jake.� "Hell, it's too late now!� You'll just have to replace it." Jake flicked on the overhead light and saw Julia sprawled out on the bed.� In two quick strides, the big man was at her side, checking her vitals.� "She's alive," he announced to David's relief.�
Without wasting a moment, Jake began stripping Julia's clothes off, not bothering to unbutton or unzip, but rather ripping them away from her prone body and tossing the ruined garments to her husband. He took a moment to feel her up commenting, "She's got nice tits, David.� Very nice tits.� Nice body too.� Very nice.� Very fuckable."
"Are you gonna do her?"
"Now?� While she's out cold?� What'd be the point?� I ain't gonna rape her when she's unconscious.� She'll be wide‑awake when I shove my fat cock up her tight cunt. Then it'll just a matter of fucking her until she comes around.� Now, do ya got some ropes?� We're gonna need to tie her up 'til she wakes up.� Then I'll fuck her."
Jake didn't care much for the filly canopy, but the four high posts suited his purposes very well.� Jake put several pillows behind her back to put her in an partially upright position.� Satisfied that her head angle was correct, he took two lengths of rope from her husband, securely binding her wrists to the two posts at the head of the head, then he secured her ankles to the two foot posts, tying them off high up the posts so that her spread legs were obscenely lifted high off the bed.�
Jake admired his handy work and then stated, "I like the cunts of my whores clean shaven.� Go get a razor and some shaving cream.� Better bring a moist towel too and some hand lotion to sooth the razor burn."� David scurried away and returned, offering the shaving equipment to Jake.� "She's your wife, so ya get to shave her, little buddy.� Be sure and be careful with her cunt lips.� Then afterwards eat her out if ya want and fuck her too while ya have the chance. I ain't finished my supper, so I'm going home.� When she comes to, come and get me."
*****
Returning home, Jake found Luke sitting at the kitchen table and listlessly eating supper.� "Hi ya, good buddy!" the big man called out cheerfully to his neighbor.� Luke didn't even look up.� "Why so glum?� I heard ya railroad boys had a lot of fun with my wife today."
"Yeah, that was fun," Luke replied without enthusiasm.
"Then what's your problem?"
Luke sat back and with a expression of disgust replied, "I get off work... mind ya it wasn't a hard day or anything, but still... I get off work and I have to walk home.� Then when I get home, I find that my supper's not cooked.� My supper's not cooked because my wife is in bed with the Sheriff."
"Yeah, I saw them fucking a little while ago.� He's still doing her?"
"Naw, they're both asleep."� Luke put his fork down and continued, "She was supposed to come out for a picnic today.� That's what I wanted her to do, but instead the Sheriff comes gets her and takes her off so his men can fuck her.� It ain't fair and it ain't right!� I'm her husband!� I should have a say in what she does, when she does it and with who she does it with, but I don't.� Hell, I don't even know if I can sleep with her tonight without someone else being between her legs!"
Jake waxed philosphocally, "Well, that jus' goes with the territory.� You whore out your wife, ya can't be surprised if some other guy fucks her.� Speaking of which, I need Shelly at lunch tomorrow."
"What for?"
"Whadda think?"
"Who is it this time?" asked Luke sardonically.
"Well, it's sort of my personal business and I need to take care of someone.� I'll make it up to ya pal."
"He wants her to fuck Horsefly," interjected Toni.
"Who's Horsefly?"
"Black guy that works for me," replied Jake annoyed that Toni had interfered with his business dealings.
"A black guy?"
Again Toni interjected, "A very black, black guy.� Big guy in more ways than one."
"Oh, for Christ's sake!" exclaimed Luke angrily.
"Hey, she's fucked black guys before!� You've seen her!� And this weekend at the cock fights she'll be fucking a lot more black cocks, so don't go get all indignant!� In fact, ya better prepare yourself buddy, cause Saturday night, she just might get fucked by a dog while everyone cheers him on!� Now, I jus' need a favor, Luke, that's all. I owe the guy and promised him.� I'll make it up to you. Ya can count on me."
Luke rubbed his forehead as he absorbed what Jake had just told him.� "Ya told me they won't be doing a dog with her."
"They didn't bring along one their dogs last week, did they?� But I can't guarantee what might happen out there this Saturday.� So as a favor to me..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," muttered Luke acceding to Jake's request.� "Do whatever ya want with her."
"Thanks, good buddy!� You're a real friend!"
"And you're an asshole, Jake Stringer," commented his wife sourly.
"Hush up, woman!" growled Jake angrily.
In silence, Luke finished eating and then excused himself.� "I need to get to bed."
"What about Damian Reed?"
"Fuck him," Luke scowled.
"Easy, Luke.� Go easy there," wisely counseled Jake.� " I've known Reed for a long time, went to school with him, fucked girls with him, did a lot of other things with him that I'm not free to discuss.� Trust me on this... Reed ain't someone ya want to trifle with.� Ya don't want to get on his bad side... ever.� He's the law around here."
"I know, I know.� I'll ask him real nice if he's finished screwing my wife for today so I can get some sleep."
Luke finished supper, thanked Toni for the meal and on behalf of Mike's gang, he thanked her for all the fun she provided them that afternoon.� Then he headed home.� He made no attempt to be quiet when he came in, deliberately slamming the back door and making other racket upon entering his residence.� Certain that his presence was known, he entered his own bedroom.� The Sheriff was just getting up, obviously still groggy from his post‑coital slumber.� Once again Luke took measure of the man's impressive physique.� At 6 foot 6, he easily towered over Luke and his massive muscularity let no doubt of his phenomenal strength.� Luke knew instantly that he would be the loser in a one‑on‑one with this guy.�
Sheriff Reed sleepily regarded the young husband of the whore.� Knowing that there was no threat there, he absent mindedly rubbed his prodigious genitals, still damp from fornication, bringing attention to his massive endowment.� Luke's attention was indeed drawn to the capital cock.� The young husband couldn't imagine that any woman could accommodate a prick that size, but he also full well knew that wife had done just that.
Without a word of acknowledgement, Reed sauntered to the bath to freshen up, passing just inches from Luke, giving the younger man a close up view of what he possessed.� Meanwhile Shelly sat up in bed and forced a remorseful smile for her husband.� Luke knew the situation was far beyond his control.� He may give, trade or sell his wife's cunt to other men, but when it came to Sheriff Reed, Luke knew that he was merely a cuckold.� The Sheriff could and would do whatever he wished with Shelly, whenever he wished and Luke would just have to accept it.
Luke was silent long after the Sheriff had left his home.� Shelly offered to fix him something to eat, but he begged off saying that Toni had taken care of him.� Then he remembered what Jake wanted.
"Tomorrow, at lunch, I want you to go to Jake's warehouse.� He's got something for you."
"Oh, Honey.� I can't... not tomorrow.� I got a job today, a real job!� It pays $400.00 per week!"
"Doing what?"
"I'll be the Special Assistant to Judge Horace Mecom."
"The Judge Mecom?"
"Yes," she gushed.
"Four hundred a week, you say?"
"Yes, Luke!� This could be the answer to our money problems, Honey!"
Luke knew it'd be at least three months before he got a raise of fifty dollars a month as proscribed by the union contract. Of course, Big Mike had said that he might be able to work something out with the big boss and get him an early raise, but when Luke told him that Shelly would be busy that Saturday, Big Mike just got angry with him and told him to just forget it about it."Hmmm, well, we do need the money.� What will you do as the Judge's Special Assistant?"
"File papers, run errands, type..."
"You can't type."
"I know that and you know that, but the Judge, he doesn't... I think he mainly likes me."
"Oh... I see.� And just how did you come about this job?"
"Well, Damian arrested me this morning for not showing up for public service.� He sent me to court.� The Judge added another 12 hours of public service.� Then he..."
"He fucked you?"
Shelly lowered her eyes and answered with a whisper, "Yeah.� Is that okay?"
"Shit!"
"He wants me to start tomorrow...� Is that okay with you, Luke?"
"Yeah, why not!� I don't really have a choice, do I?"
"Yes, you could tell me 'no' and I won't take the job."
"You mean that, Shelly?"
"Of course I mean that.� It wasn't my idea to become a..."
"A whore?"
"Yes!� A whore!� That's what you wanted, Luke and that's what I am now!"
Fully aware of his own culpability the young husband replied, "Sorry, baby.� I never imagined it would go this far."
"Well, it has!... Oh, what's done is done," the comely cunt waxed.� "I don't put all the blame on you, Luke.� I agreed to it, but the fact is that there's no going back."
"No, I don't suppose there is.� Let me ask you something, Shelly.� Do you like being a whore?"
"To be honest... yes.� Yes, I do!� I love men and I love to screw.� I have you to thank for that."
"Do you still love me?"
"Yes, Luke.� I love you and I adore you.� I fuck Jake, but I don't love him.� I fuck the Sheriff, but I don't love him.� Hell, I fucked your daddy, but I don't love him... well, I do, but you know what I mean."
"I love you too, Shel."
"Oh, you just love my tits like every other man around here does," she quipped impishly.
"I love your pussy too," Luke playfully rejoined.
"You don't love my ass?"
"Hmmmm, yeah, I love that too!"
"Well, dear husband, I love your dick."
"You just love dicks, all dicks," Luke replied with a laugh.�
"I do, I really do," admitted Shelly with a grin, "but, I love your dick the best."
"Not the Sheriff's?"
"Gawd!� He's enormous! But he's only using me.� He doesn't love me like you do, Luke."
"Do you mind being used like that?"
"Hmmm, not really.� I really like it... getting laid and being a whore.� Is that bad?"
"Guess it's better that ya do like it.� At this point, looks to me that you're gonna get laid a lot, whether ya want it or I want it... It's just the way it is, so it's best that were both okay with it.� So... the public service thing... ya get fucked?"
"Yeah, I got fucked.� Doing all the deputies was a lot of fun today.� You know, when my public service time is up, I'm going to miss that."
"Something tells me ya won't ever run out of time!" laughed Luke.
"Probably not."
"So, tell me about your day."
"Not much to tell, except... I got fucked a lot.� You know, all the deputies are really nice, all except Deacon Jones."
"He was there?"
"Oh, yeah.� Made get down on my knees and pray with him for forgiveness.� Then, like all the others, he fucked me.� The bastard fucked me and he cursed me.� Then we prayed together again.� He got very agitated and had a demented look on his face.� He then started to slap me around saying he needed to beat the devil out of me. Reed came in a broke it up, thank god... The Sheriff told Jones to leave his religion at home where it belonged.� Said Jones could fuck me if he wanted, but he also told him that he had to leave me alone.� Deacon Jones looked very angry when he left. You know, he scares me."
*****
Jake was snoring away, in bed with his wife when David came to fetch him.� "Jake!� Jake!" he called through the open bedroom window.� "Wake up, Jake!"
"What the...?� Oh, it's you!" growled Jake not at all happy to be awaked.� "Jesus Christ!� Ya know what time it is?� Whadda fuck ya want, weasel?"
"She's awake!� Julia's awake and she's hopping mad.� You gotta come, Jake!"
"Bitch get loose or something?"
"No, but she's fighting the ropes like a mad woman," answered David with concern.
"Well, let's just let her wear herself out some," Jake replied.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"How about if ya let me get some sleep?� And I suggest ya do the same."
"Oh, okay," replied David.� "But I thought..."
"Don't think!� Just do what I tell ya to do!� Now beat it!"
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To be continued...