| Oyster Gulch, Chapter 2 Margaret handed Caitlin some tissues as she turned the pickup toward home. The girl's sobbing had subsided to the occasional whimper. In front of the house Peggy got out and waited a moment but the teenager didn't move. Her savior finally opened the truck door and very gently encouraged the forlorn young woman out and into the cool of the house. "When I'm feeling down and upset I find that a nice long bath sometimes helps ... would you like to try it?" Caitie thought for just a moment and decided that she should take the older woman's advice, so she nodded. She had noticed the whirlpool tub earlier when she and her mother were showering and thought that it would be really nice to soak in the deep Jacuzzi with soothing bubbles swirling around. Peggy took her by the hand and led the teenager to the bathroom. Once inside she turned on the faucet and set the water temperature before pouring a few drops of scented oil into the cascading stream. Kissing her ward on the cheek she left the room. Sarah Duggan pulled the cruiser to the back of the Sheriff's building. She protected her prisoner's head from hitting the top of the door again as she helped the frightened redhead out of the car. Walking behind Heather she took the opportunity to admire her tight high butt, nicely but not suggestively displayed by the kaki cargo shorts. Anticipation was creating that warm crampy feeling in the deputy's crotch. Mary Ellen was sitting at her desk, which was also the communication console. The pleasingly plump little brunette smiled at Deputy Duggan and the prisoner as they entered the station. "Should I call the troopers now?" she asked as Sarah escorted Heather toward the holding cell area. The officer stopped at her desk and put her gun in the top drawer as she answered. "Not yet ... we have to wait until a decision is made on the abduction charge. If that charge gets laid this whole thing goes Federal and I don't want those pompous bastards in Carson taking credit for my bust." The deputy positioned Heather so she was facing away from the key pad while she tapped in her access code. Opening the door Sarah didn't exactly push but she firmly encouraged the still handcuffed woman to pass through. Caitie's mother thought she was going to throw up when she saw the three cells that lined the back wall. The sliding doors were all open, yawning like three ravenous beasts. Feeling a little faint she stumbled when the deputy redirected her toward a door opposite the cells. That door was also open but somehow less foreboding. Inside the interrogation room there was a metal table and four chairs. Everything inside the restricted area was painted in light shades of green, which psychologists said had a calming effect. Heather found it nauseating. Deputy Duggan closed the door behind her which latched with a loud clack. The electronic lock engaged automatically as did the video recording equipment. With only a little fumbling she removed the handcuffs and replaced them in the holster on the back of her wide black duty belt. The alleged car thief rubbed her wrists which were sore from the unfashionable bracelets. "Strip!" the cop commanded in an authoritative tone. Sarah felt a wave of heat wash over her as she spoke the thrilling word. Heather just stood there looking aghast. In her nervousness and fear she had not anticipated this indignity. Looking into the deputy's face she knew there was no room for negotiation. The prisoner averted her eyes, crossed her arms and pulled the blue pastel top over her head revealing her well stuffed white polyester blend bra. Heather knew, from the many times she'd looked at herself in the mirror dressed just this way, what her captor was seeing as she placed her top on the metal table. Her prominent melons expanded the stretchy material pulling it tight and thin. Sarah felt the tingling that had begun when she'd had her first peek down the woman's top increase substantially. She could even make out the difference in tone between the large areolas and the rest of the pale breast flesh. In the center of each of the three inch diameter pink circles a little nub dimpled the thin fabric. Heather still felt the nausea as she unfastened her belt and the catch on the waistband of her cargo shorts, but another feeling was beginning to intrude, lower down in her belly. She kicked off her sandals as she lowered the zipper. A moment later she was standing in her underwear in front of the strange woman. She had been avoiding the officer's eyes out of embarrassment but now she felt a need to face her captor. What she saw there turned up the volume on the sensation in her lower belly. The expression on the deputy's face was remarkably similar to the one she'd seen on Peggy's face just a few hours ago. That connection brought back the tumble of forbidden thoughts that had over taken her when her rescuer had "accidentally" gotten an eyeful of her naked body. 'you can't possibly get turned-on by a strip search ... you're sick" she scolded herself but the familiar sensations were undeniable. She just stood there scared and embarrassed. "Strip means everything!" the deputy said in an impatient tone. Meanwhile back at the cactus farm Caitlin had submerged herself in the warm soothing aromatic water. She rubbed the washcloth over her grimy face to remove the dust that clung to the dried tears. She'd had a shower only a couple of hours ago so she really didn't need to wash. Lying against the inclined backrest in the deep comfortable tub some of her tension seemed to ease. 'Miz Baker was right this does help ... what's the worst that can happen ... they'll send us back home ... that's not so bad' she concluded. 'But what if they keep mom in jail?' the thought refreshed her anxiety. 'Nah ... They wouldn't do that. The only reason the police were looking for us ... it was just dad's way to stop us ... and bring us back ... He's not a bad man he would never let mom go to jail over this ... but what if... ' She cast the negative possibility aside. Having come to an acceptable conclusion about the major issue facing her, the teenager allowed her body to fully absorb the warm comfort of the tub and her mind drifted toward her more immediate circumstance. Eyes closed Caitie's mind cast back to the magazine she'd stumbled on in the living room. She'd never seen a woman's sex all spread open before. The sight had thrilled her far more than she would ever have expected. She loved to spy on her mother and always got really horny when she did. 'Does that make me a lesbian' she wondered. The feelings between her legs were starting again. It was like a pressure building up, one that needed to be released somehow. 'I wish there was somebody to talk to about this.' Her mother had said things that left the impression that she thought same sex loving was unnatural and her friends at school were always making jokes about lezzies. Being called one was never a compliment even though she had the feeling that a couple of her friends were more interested in experimenting with girls than boys. 'I wish I had the confidence to ask Megan or Brittany about it ... I wonder when ... if I'll see them again.' As the thoughts and unanswerable questions about her emerging sexuality swirled Caitlin was recalling her temporary guardian's words just before her mom had interrupted. Miz Baker had been praising the lewd photographs and commenting on the extremely graphic display of female genitalia. After all she had apparently bought the publication to begin with. The images from the magazine were etched in her brain but were somehow a little fuzzy now. Recalling the erotic way her host's breasts moved under the T shirt when she'd brought her the snack, and later the tantalizing view through the gap in her robe caused the teenaged bather to moan. 'She was touching my booby ... I wonder how far she'd have gone if mom hadn't come in.' Caitie's fingers traced over the plump round handfuls on her chest and she felt their hypersensitive tips get hard. The stimulation caused wondrous waves of delight to fan out from her crotch. She was beginning to feel a little dizzy. When she heard the bathroom door open she squealed and crossed her arms over her tingling breasts in modest reflex. Miz Baker, wearing the black silk dressing gown again said; "I forgot to show you how to turn the jets on." The forty year old found the teenager's shyness refreshing and kinda sexy. 'That's the trouble with the women in this town ... they're all out there for the taking ... there's no mystery and suspense anymore.' "Would you like to try the whirlpool?" Peggy offered fingering the switch on the wall. For a moment Caitlin sat there silent and motionless trying to get a grip on the situation. Here she was naked in front of a stranger who was probably older than her mother; the one she had just been fantasizing about while touching herself. She still couldn't figure out if her erotic feelings toward members of her own sex were in anyway normal or acceptable. To make matters worse it was obvious that the older woman standing waiting for her response was nearly naked too. The outline of her guardian's heavy pear shaped breasts was clearly visible through the short robe. The material was so thin and clingy that Caitie thought she could make out the texture of the large circles that were pointing straight at her where the pendulous orbs performed their gravity defying upturn. 'They are bigger than mom's' she decided 'it's just that they don't point straight out like hers do.' Remembering the wonderful sensation she always felt when she "accidentally" walked in on her mother dressing or getting out of the shower, she was getting a powerful urge for a more explicit view of miz Baker's tits. Peggy looked into the teenager's glazed eyes and wondered what kind of thoughts were going through that pretty little head. Whatever they were they had rendered the girl speechless. "I'll turn it on and if you don't like it I can always turn it off again." Margaret explained turning the timer control around to its max. Caitlin felt herself nearly lifted out of the water as the powerful pump began to churn the bath water. Thousands of tiny bubbles began caressing her sensitive skin. She had to uncross her arms and hold on to keep from being tipped over. Peggy stood over the tub and the teenager realized to her profound embarrassment that she was lying on top of the water spread eagle and naked. "Mind if I join you?" the older woman asked with her hand on the sash of her robe. Heather felt her heart beating at an alarming rate as she reached behind her for the multiple hooks that held the white under wired bra in place. She felt her rapidly beating heart in her chest and head but she was feeling about every fifth beat like a slap on her now aching pussy. Casting her eyes to the floor again the redhead shrugged the light nylon down her arms until the D cups finally released from her full round mounds. Pulling the bra completely off she stood shaking and shivering in just her panties. Sarah Duggan had to bite her lip to keep from vocalizing the erotic wave that swept over her. Her button sized nipples stiffened inside her sports bra and her pussy twitched wildly as she cast her eyes on what had to be the most magnificent set of tits she had ever seen. The globes were too big for the petit woman's narrow chest and protruded sideways. Gravity made them rest naturally on the slender rib cage but the delicate pink three inch circles with their distended pinker centers pointed straight at her. Heather felt the waves of shame as she exposed herself to this stranger but that was only in her uptight mind; her erogenous zones were sending a completely different message. The deputy was only about four feet away and if Heather hadn't been so focused on her own anatomical responses she would have heard the officer's accelerated breathing. "Now the panties!" her jailer ordered. The all but naked woman registered the raspy shaky sound of the younger woman's voice. With her eyes still focused on the floor somewhere in between them Caitie's mother hooked her thumbs in the waist elastic and pushed the bikinis down over her hips. She was very conscious of the way her nipples were enlarging and the cool air on her very hot, and to her increased embarrassment, wet vulva. Stepping out of the tiny piece of cotton she was now completely naked. Her clothes lay in an untidy pile on the metal table. She became aware through sound and shadows that the deputy was moving. Timidly she raised her eyes and nearly fainted. The black suited officer had retrieved a pair of latex examination gloves and a tube of K-Y jelly from the cabinet in the corner. "I'm sure you've heard of a body cavity search..." the officer said smirking as she snapped the tight rubber gloves on. "Ever had one?" The room was spinning and Heather put her hand on the table to steady herself. She was so terrified that her mind was shutting down completely. She heard the deputy's inane question and what came out as a response was a guttural noise. "I'm gonna take that for a no" Sarah smiled as she applied some of the lube to the fingers of her left hand. "Bend over the table" officer Duggan commanded in a firm authoritative tone. Panic reactivated her vocal chords. She couldn't submit to these indignities without at least pleading her case. "But I'm innocent ... I didn't do anything" she squealed. "and ... and I'm not hiding anything ... can't you see that?" 'If she is hiding anything it would have to be inside her' Sarah thought running her eyes over the busty woman's little body once again and feeling the insistent throb between her legs. 'This is gonna be the most fun I've had in a long time' she concluded. "You'd be amazed what a woman can hide inside her body ... this search is required before you go into state lock up ... would you rather have some burly six foot three two hundred and fifty pound trooper do this?" Heather imagined a large man, with large fingers doing what the slightly built Oyster Gulch deputy was preparing to do. The image sent an icicle of fear straight through her rapidly beating heart. It was astounding that being probed by the skinny dark haired woman actually looked like a good alternative. Her eyes scanned her captor's face for any sign of mercy, but finding none she resigned herself to her fate. Bending over the cold steel table she presented her delectable smooth round butt to the lesbian cop. Sarah bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood this time. Still she wasn't able to completely stifle the moan that forced its way out. "Legs apart ... head right down on the table" officer Duggan instructed as she gripped her aching mons through the uniform pants with her gloved right hand. She covered her squeal of delight by clearing her throat. There, framed between the silky columns of the subjugated woman's creamy thighs were the tangled lips of the redhead's bright pink vulva. "Spread 'em wider..." came the command. The jackknifed woman could feel her well lubricated womanhood opening as she moved her feet outward. She thought her nipples were hard enough to scratch the steel table top. The cold metal on her hot tits sent a bolt of pleasure directly to her pulsating clit and it was her turn to swallow a groan. Sarah's eyes moved slowly up from the bulging prepuce, over the spreading labial wings to her brown puckered target centered between the high firm hemispheres. It was a clit hammering sight. Sarah Duggan stepped forward and to the side. Heather felt the latex clad hand on her tail bone, on the little dimple just above her crack. She'd always found this particular spot to be surprisingly erogenous so the warmth of the deputy's hand just above her ass caused a violent twitch in her weeping pussy. "Just relax..." the officer said in a soft endearing voice. She'd never had anything in her bum before so the cold jelly on the rubber covered finger gently circling her virgin ring made her moan deeply. Waves of heat washed over her and she pressed her tits harder into the table to staunch the tingling ache from her nipples. The exploring finger located the center of the powerful sphincter muscle and penetrated very very slightly. The waves were getting hotter. "Relax now..." Sarah whispered and began pushing her well lubricated digit inside the woman's hot resisting asshole. Hotter and hotter waves enveloped the bent over woman as she felt the first knuckle pass the obstructing muscle. When her captor pushed her finger all the way in a wave so hot crashed through her that it melted any remaining inhibition and modesty "Aahhrrahhaahh..." she wailed as the white heat rushing up from her ass and pussy incinerated her reserve. 'This is gonna be even better than I thought... ' Sarah concluded wiggling her finger around inside the hot tight orifice. Margaret Baker turned the Jacuzzi jets down making Caitlin Logan feel less like a cork in a typhoon. The fifteen year old righted herself and watched intently as the older woman released the sash on her short black gown. Peggy was also paying close attention. Her focus was the pubescent girl's face as she slowly, melodramatically opened the halves of the thin silk. First to be revealed was her totally bald vulva with its tickly protruding purplish inner folds. She was pleased to see her ward's eyes widen and the teenager's jaw go a little slack. She completed the spreading of the gown and put her hands on her hips to hold the gown wide open. "What do you think?" she asked palming her heavy tits and lifting them "not bad for an old lady." Caitie wanted to look away but she couldn't force her eyes to leave her hosts buxom figure. Releasing her breasts Peggy shrugged the gown off and stepped over the edge of the tub. From her seated position the girl was treated to a brief display of the inner pinkness as the labial folds separated during the maneuver. The glimpse made her girlhood twitch. She desperately wanted a closer look but she contented herself with the spectacular unobstructed view of the mature breasts jiggling enticingly as the woman lowered herself into the warm churning water. Her host's areolas were very similar in size to her mother's but that was the only thing they had in common. 'Miz Bakers are dark, almost brown ... and really crinkly and bumpy ... not smooth like moms' Caitie analyzed the differences between the two older women's nipples. At this point she thought the bump in the center; the nipple itself wasn't quite as long as her mom's. "Do you like my boobies" Peggy asked, conscious of the girl's stare. To emphasize her point she lifted both of the meaty globes and ran her thumb nail over the crinkly brown circle. Caitlin had to revise her assessment on nipple size as the center nub began to grow and distend under the woman's pleasuring thumb. She tried to answer her guardian's question but found that her voice had deserted her. "I really like yours ... they're so cute and perky ... may I touch?" the older woman asked as she extended her hand. She let her fingers trace down the teenager's upper arm, inches from the pubescent breast. No one, of course, had ever touched her tits before and the mere thought of it sent shivers down her spine, and was creating havoc between her legs. She knew the wonderful feelings she was able to coax from them herself and figured that the older woman's more experienced fingers would be even more pleasurable. Peggy's long fingers continued to stroke up and down the girl's arm inching ever closer to their target, waiting for permission. "I don't mind if you want to touch me" the buxom woman with the extraordinarily short dark hair offered. It was an offer the teenager couldn't refuse. Her hands were drawn to the mature pontoons like a moth to a flame. Caitlin was amazed at the weight as she applied upward pressure feeling her little fingers dig into the pliable flesh. Even before Peggy's fingers actually made contact with the pert teenaged breast she saw the girl's little one inch diameter nipple stiffen and push out. Very gently she ran her hand under the plump bath oil slick mound. When she trailed upward over the pebble hard nipple Caitlin let out a loud long groan and squeezed her guardian's ripe melons in reflex. "They're really sensitive aren't they?" Peggy commented, teasing the rubbery pink tip. The bath oil provided sensual lubrication as the older woman took each of her ward's pleasure points between her thumb and forefinger and began gently tugging and twisting. "Ahhgrrrrugh..." the teenager wailed as her pussy pounded and her head spun. "Do the same to mine honey" the busty cactus farmer begged. Caitie began squeezing and tugging on the older woman's long dark nipples "ugh ... harder" Peggy encouraged, even as she was very tender and gentle with her partner's immature nubs. Both women were reveling in the sensations, and positive that the delicate flesh atop their breasts was hard wired to their clits. "Would you like to suck them?" the older woman suggested and teenager could hardly believe her ears over the din of the whirlpool pump. It was as though her guardian was reading her mind. The girl folded her legs underneath her and got to her knees. Taking one long rubbery peg in her mouth she began sucking and licking, ignoring the soapy bath oil taste and enjoying the feeling of the firm flesh on the lips and tongue. "Mmmm... " Miz Baker moaned "bite it sweetie ... ugh ... harder ... harder" Caitlin felt like she was chewing on the sensitive peg as she pulled with her teeth continuing to lash it with her tongue. Margaret was unable to restrain herself any longer. Her right hand slipped between her legs and located the center of her need. Trapping the firm little organ between her fingers and her pubic bone she made quick circles in time with her partner's licking. The pressure in her uterus was reaching explosive proportions and Peggy felt her moment of ecstasy approaching, but she didn't want to cum yet. The physical nature of her business kept the forty year old's muscles well toned. When she gripped the teenager under the armpits and lifted her out of the water Caitie had the feeling of weightlessness. She gave a little squeal as the cactus farmer deposited her round adolescent butt on the tub wall. Hooking her arms under the girl's slender thighs she opened the pubescent oyster to reveal its magnificent pearl. Peggy paused with the teen's thighs on her shoulders to admire her prize. The shocking pink wings were spread and ready for flight. Even the wildly agitated Jacuzzi couldn't wash away the thick juice the oozed from the steaming gash. 'Oh God she's gonna lick it' Caitie realized 'just like in the magazine'. When the woman's tongue made contact with her pearly button the girl's legs convulsed and wrapped around the older woman's head, pulling her in. The mind boggling sensation made her thrust forward mashing her coochie hard into the kneeling woman's face. Peggy maintained enough control to wrap her lips around the prominent bump at the top of the hot crease and give it a royal tongue lashing. Caitie felt like every nerve and muscle in her body was on fire and a massive explosion in her lower belly sent out bright sparks and waves of pleasure. Her first orgasm sent her head spinning off into a dream world where nothing but her ecstasy existed. When she felt herself twitching and realized that she was making little mewing sounds Caitie realized that she had returned to the neat bungalow in the Nevada desert. Her cookie felt almost numb as her guardian lapped up the juices that were still flowing. "Was that your first?" Peggy asked looking up from between the girl's legs. The teenager could only manage a weak nod in response. "Welcome to the sisterhood" miz Baker said as she hoisted herself out of the tub and switched off the whirlpool. She wrapped a towel around the shivering girl's shoulders; "let's continue this where we can be more comfortable" she invited and lifted the teen off the tub deck with no noticeable effort. If she had been able to see her crotch Heather was sure there would be flames licking out. The deputy had inserted a second finger and was thoroughly exploring her lower colon. The never before experienced sensation had set her entire pelvis ablaze. The thought of anal sex had never appealed to her; she was so wrong. The waves of pleasure were magnificent but incomplete. She needed direct stimulation of her throbbing love button to achieve the next level. In the meantime she was sure she had never been this aroused in her life. She normally had a hair trigger. She got horny, her juices started to gush, and a few well placed strokes on her clit later she erupted. It suited her husband and only sex partner up until today. Their lovemaking sessions rarely lasted more than fifteen minutes; 'wham bam thank you mam' described their sex life to a 'T'. This extended period of arousal and the pure eroticism of her fantasy about sex with another woman coming true had her sailing on a plain of sexual pleasure that was completely uncharted territory. Sarah pressed her mons against the side of the metal table. The pressure on her yearning clit was like bread and water. It kept her going but was maddeningly under-satisfying. The dark uniform trousers hid the ever growing wet spot very well. As much as she was enjoying her exploration of her prisoner's asshole her position beside the table deprived her of a view of the luxurious full vulva. Extracting her greasy fingers from the woman's hot tight bum the deputy took a deep breath in an effort to control her rapid respiration. "I need to do the front too" she informed the violated redhead. In spite of her best efforts it came out as breathy whisper. Overwhelmed by the feelings that the deputy's fingers caused, Heather had been concentrating on not vocalizing her pleasure. She knew her jailer had spoken but was oblivious to what she'd said. The residual feelings inside her butt-hole now that the cop's fingers were gone amazed her. Sarah's hand was on her shoulder pulling her up. She was standing erect and naked facing the end of the table. The marital infidelity fugitive was surprised that she no longer felt embarrassed or self conscious about her nudity. Hell, this stranger had just shoved two fingers in her ass how embarrassing could it be for her to just look, because look she did. Deputy Duggan was getting an eye full of the redhead's petit curves. Standing out from the oversized tits Heather's big pink nipples were at least an inch long and pointed at the officer like weapons. "Turn" the cop commanded applying torque to the prisoner's shoulders to encourage the rotation. "Sit" was the next order that came as soon as she was facing away from the table. Heather had to push up onto her tip toes to get her bored-out feeling butt up on the metal slab. "Lay back" the deputy instructed giving her a shove in the middle of her chest. If it weren't for her well developed abdominals she would have smacked her head on the table top. She was, however, able to control her descent to a prone position with her legs hanging over the end. The supine mother heard the scraping sound of a chair being dragged across the floor. "Let's see what you're hiding in here." Raising her head enough to look between her widely splayed breasts she found her examiner's face between her legs and not more than a foot from her aching pussy. The uniformed young woman's breath felt cool on her overheated and sopping wet womanhood. Missus Logan braced herself to be penetrated. She was so sure that the cop was going to shove her fingers inside that what came next made her head spin. Sarah Duggan was admiring the beautiful full pink folds of her prisoner's labia and inhaling the aroma of her advanced arousal. Trickles of pussy cream were making their way down the crack of the woman's ass. The deputy stripped off the latex gloves and dropped them on the floor. Placing both hands on the woman's groin she hooked her thumbs in the plump mushy wetness of the bald labia and pulled up and out. Heather felt her lips being spread wide and she knew that her clitoris was poking up and begging for attention. Sarah watched the bright red nub emerge and stared in fascination at the girl cock, which looked as big as a baby's finger, sticking straight out at her. She felt the violent contraction in her own sex and had to hunch her hips in reaction. The Oyster Gulch policewoman didn't even attempt to suppress her groan. Missus Logan's love bud was throbbing and felt cool as the deputy's accelerated breathing moved air over her sensitive wet vulva. When officer Duggan's lips closed around her chilled clit the inside of the other woman's mouth felt like a furnace. The intense heat was multiplied by the officer's tongue flicking and rolling of the elongated nubbin. The thunderous climax nearly threw Caitlin's mom off the table. Caitlin was amazed at how clear her mind was as she was being carried along the short hall to the master bedroom. A couple of minutes ago she wasn't even sure which planet she was on. All of her nerves were still tingling sensually, but her thoughts were focused. 'I gotta do something to help mom ... I'm sure she can't really help herself from a jail cell' the thought made the teenager shudder. Miz Baker had certainly gone well out of her way to help them from that first minute at the side of the dusty road ... but why? Was she simply an altruistic soul or did she have other motives. How far would her motivation take her? What would the cactus farmer be prepared to do? 'I can't do anything on my own' Caitie concluded 'if I'm gonna help mom and get us out of this mess I'm gonna have to convince miz Baker to do whatever it takes.' The sheets felt cool on her still damp body as her host laid the teenager on her bed. Seeing the pendulous pear shaped boobs from underneath, they looked even bigger. When the older woman leaned forward to give her a kiss on the forehead Caitlin impulsively captured one of the dangling nipples in her mouth and began giving it the aggressive attention the woman had encouraged the last time. Biting firmly and sucking with all her might the fifteen year old was determined to exceed her host's expectations. The sudden and extremely effective attention to her breast made the cactus farmer cry out, as a bolt of pleasure launched from the suckling girl's lips directly to her needy clit. Peggy had been wondering how the teenager would behave in the aftermath of her first orgasm. She had enjoyed enough Sapphic virgins to have seen quite a few different reactions. The one she was getting this time was as good as it got. As the waves of erotic stimulation swept over her she recalled times when she'd had to resort to her own devices to quench the blaze between her legs after initiating a neophyte. It seemed some of them went into a kind of shock or moral lock-out after their first woman loving experience. Miz Baker was delighted that such was not the case with the young miz Logan. Since Peggy's eyes were closed she missed the adorable expression as the teenager's bright green eyes went wide and strained to see the reaction on the forty year old's face; as if the squeal of pleasure hadn't been evidence enough that her efforts were appreciated. The suspended tit flesh mashed on Caitlin's face as she twisted her head to lavish the same attention on her partner's other breast. New nipple, new surge of electricity to the older woman's throbbing love button; the intense spike, as before, settled to a more manageable steady current of stimulation but not before the standing woman again vocalized her joy. The teenager was enjoying her work sucking, biting and rolling the thick rubbery peg with her tongue. She wondered if her mother's nips would feel this good in her mouth. Miz Baker's were so long and there was so much to play with. Margaret Baker couldn't stand it anymore. She had to apply her fingers to her neglected vulva. Three fingers engaged the plumpness of her mound and rotated furiously massaging the root of her clit. The direct stimulation of her pleasure center meshed with the steady stream of sensation the prone girl was creating in her breast. Caitlin caught sight of the extra curricular activity and released the long peg that now glowed a deep red from its engorgement. "Would you like me to ... uh, kiss you there ... um, like you did to me?" she offered looking at the older woman's quickly moving fingers. The suggestion made Peggy's knees go weak. She looked into the teenager's wide green eyes for any sign of reservation or distress and found none. 'Oh my God she's serious' the woman who was rapidly approaching the pinnacle of sexual arousal realized. "Oh honey, only if you're sure ... you don't have to" the cactus farmer moaned providing the teenager a way out and praying that she wouldn't take it. "Uh ... yeah I want to ... I want to make you feel good too" Caitie agreed. Margaret out of lustful gratitude fastened her mouth over the girl's and began exploring the soft hot interior with her tongue. Caitie knew about French kissing. She'd actually tried it once with Billy Mitchell and wasn't really impressed. The inexperienced sixteen year old had plunged his hard flexed tongue into her mouth and sort of held it there. It was like sticking a frankfurter in your mouth. Miz Baker's kiss was much different. The gentle, sensual caress all over the inside of her mouth and the sucking action of the older woman's lips on hers made her coochie twitch. Now she understood what the hype was all about. 'This is so nice... ' she was thinking but resisted the urge to let herself slide into the sensual, all feeling, unthinking mode that she'd been in during their bath. 'I need to keep my wits about me' she challenged herself. She felt miz Baker's distended nipples scrape across her chest as the older woman first straddled her and then swung fully across until she was occupying the empty side of the queen-sized bed. Only when she arrived on her partner's other side did she release the girl's now puffy lips. Caitie kissed at the air not realizing that the tantalizing mouth was now six inches away. She opened her eyes and saw her host and rescuer's pretty face smiling down at her. The older woman, propped up on one elbow, stroked the matted damp strawberry curls. Some intuition beyond her years made the girl see the neediness in the forty year old's expression. She got to her knees on the soft springy bed and pushed Peggy, who willingly collapsed into a supine position. The teenager maneuvered herself between Peggy's mature thighs and hooked her arms under the prone woman's knees lifting until she tilted the cactus farmer's pelvis up, bringing the dark fleshy tossed salad of her labia into view. Caitie visually explored the crinkly folds noting the only smooth part was the bulging tubular shape at the top of the moist looking gash. Lying down on her tummy she moved in for the close-up. Peggy felt the girl's breath on her womanhood and held her own breath in anticipation. Caitie's tongue made light tentative contact with the spongy folds. "What can we do to get mom out of jail?" The timing of the question caused Margaret to groan deeply. "You were gonna kiss my pussy ... remember sweetie?" the anxious woman encouraged as softly as she could. "I know but I'm so worried about my mom" the teenager replied drinking in the womanly scent before flicking lightly over the plump labia again. "I ... I don't know ... I can't concentrate right now..." she said and began to move back from her lover's throbbing coochie. The light flick of young miz Logan's tongue had made the cactus farmer aware just how close to the edge she was. When the contact occurred she felt a surging in her belly but it subsided quickly when the stimulus didn't continue. Now the girl was moving slowly away; she had to do something. "I'll call the Sheriff in the morning she'll help us." Even in her over wrought state Margaret couldn't help reminiscing about the now sixty year old Sheriff. Brenda Carlyle had been Sheriff for over twenty years. With J. Edgar Hoover like diligence she had compiled a dossier on just about everybody. Come election time a few well placed suggestions about what might happen were she not re-elected always secured her the job for another two years. Amazingly miz Carlyle had one of the biggest skeletons in her very own closet. She had been quite discrete for the first ten years or so but it was pretty much an open secret now that Brenda liked 'em young. 'That's why she originally dug up the dirt on everyone else ... it was a defense mechanism' Peggy rationalized. 'If anyone attempted to impugn her variant sexual tastes they knew some equally embarrassing or even prosecutable transgression of theirs would suddenly come to light.' Margaret Baker had been one of the Sheriff's first flings in Oyster Gulch. Peggy was in high school at the time. The then new chief of local law enforcement had convinced the principal that the girls needed self defense training. She, as a martial arts expert, should provide it. The girls in her self defense classes learned to protect themselves against would-be predators; all except the instructor herself. When the young women were finished with high school Brenda was pretty much finished with them. She had given up doing the martial arts training several years ago but her recruiting techniques were no less effective. Innocence was the attribute she prized most highly. Physical qualities were quite negotiable as long as the teenager was virginal. Peggy was sure the lovely and inexperienced miz Logan could work magic on the head cop's desire to co-operate. "Are you sure she can get mom out?" the strawberry haired teen sought reassurance but she was already moving forward toward the older woman's vulva as she said it. Peggy was able to feel the air from the girl's nostrils again. "Yes I'm sure sweetie" the older woman groaned as the neophyte's tongue made a swipe over her engorged sex. "And you'll call her tomorrow?" "Yes ... yes!" Margaret exclaimed only partially able to keep the frustration out of her voice. At that point she would have agreed to storm the Sheriff's office and bust the girl's mother out with an assault rifle. Caitlin decided she had extracted all the assurance she was going to get. On her next lick she applied enough pressure to penetrate the intricate folds and sample the creamy hot interior. At the top of her stroke she encountered an obstruction. It felt a little like a jelly bean on her tongue. Exploring the firm structure caused her host's hips to go into spasm. When the mature pelvis thrust toward her, Caitie's tongue was forced inside the vaginal canal and her upper lip pressed against the jelly bean she had been licking. The woman's loud shrieks and violent shudders scared her so she tried to back away but her host's powerful hands held her face tight against the orgasming cunt. The mind blowing wave of heat and sensation overwhelmed the cactus farmer. When the spasms began to subside she realized how hard she had mashed the teenager's face against her pussy and immediately let go of the girl's strawberry curls. Peggy was pleased when the juice smeared face emerged smiling "Was that a good one?" Caitie sought praise for her first cunnilingual exercise. "Oh yeah!" her experienced bed mate confirmed and pulled the girl's little body up onto a warm embrace. In spite of the circumstances Caitlin somehow felt safe wrapped in the older woman's arms. It had been an emotionally draining day so she slept. Heather lay on the hard cot in her cell. The ill fitting orange jump suit hung around her curvaceous body like a tent. She was reflecting on the disaster for the first time since her arrest. 'How the hell can this happen?' her mind demanded but no answers were immediately forthcoming. The fugitive wife began to logically analyze the events surrounding her capture and incarceration. It was hard because there was a very noticeable and rather pleasant feeling still coming from her bum, and she was wondering if her enjoyment of the deputy's unorthodox search technique proved that she was a lesbian. 'I think that was the biggest most satisfying orgasm of my life' she realized, but she was trying to put the sexual tryst aside so she could fashion some sort of argument to get her released from custody. 'I need a lawyer' she concluded, and that's when the thought struck her. 'Hank has a golfing buddy who's a lawyer ... that's who's at the bottom of all this ... that little prick Pete would be more than capable of creating these kinds of legal woes.' She'd never liked the weasel-y man who epitomized all the reasons lawyers were reviled. 'That bastard would come up with something as lame as car theft to accomplish Hank's objectives.' Caitie's mom wasn't sure why figuring out how all this came to be was any consolation but for some reason understanding brought some peace to her troubled and very tired mind. Except for the brief cat nap at Peggy's she'd been going for over twenty stress filled hours. The marvelous sensations Sarah Duggan's hands and mouth had enticed from her replayed in the background as peaceful sleep over took her. |