| Oyster Gulch, Chapter 3 Heather Logan wondered what time it was when she began to regain consciousness. The faint light streaming in from the high barred window suggested it was either late evening or early morning. Profound disappointment filled her heart as she realized that despite her hopes it wasn't all a bad dream. She was in jail. Recollection of her incarceration and the search procedure invaded her melancholy. She thought she should be embarrassed and indignant about the sexual assault but she wasn't. 'For that amount of pleasure I'll go get arrested every day' she was thinking but some residual puritanical morality deeply embedded by her upbringing made her feel ashamed of her own thoughts. The imprisoned mother's next thoughts were of her daughter; 'Where was she ... was she safe?' She remembered agreeing to give temporary custody to the woman who'd picked them up at the side of the road; a virtual stranger, 'how could I do that? ... Easy you had no choice ... it was either that or Caitie would be in here right along side you. But is she OK? I have to know. This is cruel and unusual punishment!' For the present her maternal instincts overrode all other considerations. The distraught mother was shocked out of her parental remorse by the electric buzz and loud metallic clunk from the holding area access door. She raised her head to see the well rounded figure of the brunette she'd seen yesterday in the Sheriff's office, entering, carrying a tray of food. The smell made Heather realize how hungry she was. "Good morning sleepy head" the young woman said pleasantly as she slid the tray through the slot in the bars. The busty redhead stood up and approached the Sheriff's clerk. Mary Ellen MacTier took a step back to make sure she was out of the prisoner's reach as she'd been trained to do. "You were sleeping so soundly last night I didn't have the heart to wake you for dinner ... I bet you're pretty hungry now" her waitress said. "It's morning?" "Yup ... just after seven" the plump brunette informed her while unnecessarily checking her watch. "When can I see a lawyer?" Heather enquired ignoring the bacon and eggs that were making her mouth water. "I called the public defender right after you arrived yesterday. She'll be here sometime this afternoon. There's an arraignment scheduled for tomorrow." That meant at least one more night in confinement. "What about my daughter ... can I see her?" The smell of her breakfast had become too much for her and she began to shovel the scrambled eggs into her mouth with the plastic fork. "Normally there's no visitors allowed until after the arraignment ... except your lawyer of course." Mary Ellen let her eyes wander up and down the shorter woman's well disguised attributes. 'Those jump suits make anyone look like a blob' she thought, but she knew better about the attractive prisoner. The Sheriff's clerk knew all the electronic gadgets and gizmos that festooned the well equipped office. She also knew that Sarah Duggan would make the most out of booking the pretty redheaded woman the minute she laid eyes on her. When she'd tuned her computer to receive the streaming video from the interrogation room she'd certainly gotten more than she'd bargained for. Mary Ellen was expecting to see the deputy make the prisoner strip to her underwear and put on the shapeless prison garb. The body cavity search had come as a thrilling surprise. Watching the officer violate and abuse the beautiful woman had set the clerk's fingers to work inside her panties. When Sarah had actually sucked the woman to orgasm Mary Ellen had cum in sympathy right at her desk. 'She sure has one fabulous body' Oyster Gulch's young clerk recalled and felt the tickles beginning in her vulva. "So I can't see her until tomorrow?" the worried mother sobbed. "Those are the rules" Mary Ellen confirmed feeling some pangs of sympathy for her unfortunate prisoner as the tears began to stream down the adorable redhead's cheeks. "Couldn't you ... is there any way you could make an exception" Heather pleaded. Diabolical thoughts began to take shape in the young clerk's mind. 'She certainly seemed to enjoy the attention Sarah gave her yesterday ... I wonder if she's as good at giving as she seems to be at receiving.' "I don't know ... I could get in a lot of trouble" the plump brunette said making the concession sound difficult but not impossible. "Isn't there someway ... is there anything I can do..." Heather begged and she didn't know it but she'd said the magic words. May Ellen felt her pussy twitch rather violently as the situation unfolded. "What would you be willing to do?" she asked the prisoner who had stopped crying now that there seemed to be some hope. "Anything ... I'd be willing to do anything you want!" missus Logan really had no idea what she might be agreeing to. "So if I was to ask you to take off your coverall for me you'd do it?" The question started Caitie's mother's stomach churning very much like it had yesterday in the interrogation room. There was the nervousness that bordered on nausea but under it, almost hiding behind it, was the inkling of a sexual charge. She looked her jailer in the eye as she began to pull the full length zipper down; slowly. "I'll do it if you let me see Caitie..." she promised as the zipper descended past her waist. She was thinking 'Christ everyone in this town is a lesbian ... including me; it seems.' "I can make arrangements" the now excited clerk assured the woman in the cell. When she reached the lower travel limit two or three inches below her crotch Heather barely hesitated before shrugging the orange polyester garment off her shoulders. The baggy prisoner's uniform did a free fall and landed in a heap around her bare feet. Mary Ellen was treated to the live version of the erotic display she'd watched yesterday on her computer screen. The electronic image didn't do the sexy redhead justice. Her slim compact body was only made more exciting by the nearly transparent white nylon underwear. The Sheriff's clerk drank in every inch of the defenseless woman's near nudity. Heather shivered and it wasn't from being cold. She could feel her nipples stiffening and pushing determinedly against the revealing confines of her bra. The heat between her legs made it impossible to deny her arousal. 'How is this going to work ... with the bars in the way' the semi naked woman wondered. 'Maybe she'll open the cell ... I could escape!' The thought brought the nervous tension back to her stomach and she realized what a bad move it would be to attempt it. 'The car is still out of gas and way out on the county road ... I wouldn't get far ... they'd hunt me down and I'd be in even worse trouble. No I gotta play this hand the way it's been dealt' and that apparently meant subjugating herself to the sexual whims of the Oyster Gulch Sheriff's office. Miz MacTier was wearing a brown jersey knit suit. She had no difficulty reaching up under the stretchy skirt to pull down her beige briefs. She tossed her underpants aside and stepped toward the cage. "Get on your knees" the clerk commanded reveling in the unaccustomed role of giving orders. When the underwear clad prisoner complied the meaty brunette pulled her flexible skirt up to her waist revealing the neatly trimmed bush decorating her plump mons. "Eat me" the woman on the outside of the bars said breathlessly. Heather had no idea what she was supposed to do but she was extremely excited by the prospect. The fragrance of arousal wasn't new to her but the demanding young woman's scent was distinctly different than her own. Mary Ellen pressed her hips against the bars to get her pussy in range of the imprisoned woman's willing tongue. The demure crease revealed very little of its inner treasures. Just the slightest hint of the darker labia minora was peeking out. The kneeling woman was so overcome by the sight and smell that she almost forgot what this was all about. She was suddenly obsessed with the urge to explore this stranger's genitals. Using both hands she pulled the plump outer lips apart exposing the delicate diminutive inner petals. The thick vaginal secretions clung to the bright pink folds that were guarding its entrance. The top of the boat shaped gash glowed an inflamed red and the woman's very small prepuce revealed a love button no bigger than a grain of rice. Heather had no experience with, or knowledge of the size differentials that existed in clitorises. All she knew was that hers was at least ten times the size of the one now being presented to her. 'Small or not that's where her trigger is located' the scantily clad redhead determined and applied her tongue to the tiny nub. She heard the younger woman's ecstatic wail and did her best to maintain contact with the moving pudenda. Her face was pressed up against the hard cold unyielding bars while the succulent pussy gyrated on the other side. 'Oh my God ... I'm actually enjoying this' the prisoner had to conclude 'that seals it I'm a lesbian'. Somehow coming to the conclusion didn't bother her. At that moment all she could think about was lapping up more of the Sheriff's clerk's sweet juices and feeling the soft velvety flesh under her tongue. Flipping her tongue over the modest pleasure center as rapidly as she could, she wanted to do so much more but the impenetrable bars dictated the limits of her activities. Totally engrossed in her carnal task she was only vaguely aware of the young woman's rhythmic but unintelligible grunts, so when the sounds actually became words she almost missed the announcement. "Oh God, oh my God I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... I ... aaraarrrahhh!" Heather thought she should do something a little different to put a flourish on the end as the other woman's hips began to jerk and twitch rapidly but she was still constrained by the metal obstacles. The clerk's shuddering became intermittent and the redhead sat back on her heels. The brunette was holding on to the bars and pressing her face against them. Her jaw was slack and missus Logan thought she saw drool dripping from the plump chin. "Oh fuck ... oh fuck..." the young woman murmured as she clung to the outside of the cage. When she thought the secretary might be able to communicate Heather ventured, "Will you call miz Baker's place now?" Mary Ellen stepped back displaying two vertical red lines on her face. Heather suspected that she had the same temporary disfigurement. "Yes ... I will" the satiated Sheriff's clerk promised as she pulled down and straightened her skirt. She picked up her panties and exited the secure area. Heather sat back on her cot in her underwear hoping that the clerk was honest and faithful to her word. Right now as concerned as she was about Caitlin's well being she had some serious personal issues to work through. The ringing phone woke them. Peggy automatically answered with the name of her business. "Hi Peggy" the Sheriff's clerk said. "Hi Mary Ellen, what's up?" the cactus farmer was almost holding her breath hoping it wasn't bad news. She really hadn't been expecting a call. Caitlin popped up beside her looking hopeful. 'Why would she think this call had anything to do with her' Margaret wondered, maybe she's psychic. "Is the younger miz Logan there?" "Yes of course she is" the question didn't quiet Peggy's fears. "Her mother would like to see her. Can you bring her down to the station?" "What time will the Sheriff be in?" the cactus farmer asked. "Oh no! you've gotta come before that" miz MacTier said in a panic. "OK Mary Ellen don't get in a tizzy ... that doesn't answer my question" "I expect the Sheriff around noon. She's over at the state capital for some meetings" "We'll come over as soon as we've had some breakfast" Peggy assured the nervous clerk "Ya gotta leave before Sheriff Carlyle gets here though" Mary Ellen cautioned. "Miz Logan's not really s'posed to have any visitors I'm just doin' this as a ... well its sort of a favor." Margaret glanced at the clock; it was just after eight. "We'll be there in plenty of time" she said and hung up. "Wanna go see your mom?" Peggy said to the teenager who had been at her shoulder throughout the conversation. She was amazed at how the girl's eyes lit up as she was nodding her head emphatically. Caitlin scrambled from the bed naked and headed for the bathroom. Peggy watched the cute little butt disappear while she was putting on her robe. Tying the sash she started down the hall toward the kitchen. After breakfast they were back in the truck that still held bad memories for the fifteen year old. Caitie cried when she saw her mother caged up and they hugged through the bars. Missus Logan kept her composure for the sake of her daughter and assured the teenager that everything was going to be fine. Margaret kept her distance so as not to intrude on the brief family time the pair were surreptitiously permitted. Mary Ellen hovered near the door between the office and the secure area looking around nervously the whole time. Although it only lasted ten minutes the Logan women parted feeling better for having been able to embrace even if there were steel bars in the way. Having seen her mom behind bars in that awful orange jump suit made Caitlin all the more determined to whatever she could to end this calamity. When Peggy made the turn up the long driveway she noticed the old flatbed parked behind the house immediately. 'Abbey's home' she thought with twinge of conscience. Her significant other had been out making deliveries half way across the state. Abbey was always the practical one in their relationship. Her logical, calculating left brained approach was complimentary to Peggy's impulsive artistic nature. Abigail Vanderbrune came out on the porch with a glass of iced tea in her hand as they drove up. Caitlin was surprised to see anyone else at the farm. "That's Abbey ... my partner" Peggy explained as she pulled up in front of the house and killed the engine. The tall woman wore shorts and a T shirt. Her dark hair was just as short as Peggy's. Caitie waited for her host and rescuer to mount the stairs before she followed. The older women embraced and kissed each other deeply. The teenager had never really seen two women share such an intimate moment and she wondered if miz Baker's tongue was doing those magical things inside her partner's mouth. The memory of the kiss on the previous evening made her cookie get all crampy. When they broke the embrace they stood facing the girl with one arm around each other's waist. "Abbey this is Caitlin Logan ... she's gonna be staying with us for a day or two" the tall woman extended her hand and said "Pleased to meet you Caitlin" she looked puzzled. "Caitie and her mom ran out of gas out on the twenty yesterday. The poor dears were tryin' to walk to town when I picked 'em up" Peggy started to explain the mysterious reason for a teenager sharing their home. "Was that the green Honda I saw just before Gulch road?" "That's right ... my mom and I were heading for California to visit my great aunt ... but mom forgot to get gas and we were stuck out there in the desert" Caitie contributed. "And where's your mom now?" Abbey asked looking from the girl to her partner. "That's where things turned a little nasty" Peggy grimaced. "The Logan's left without really saying goodbye to the mister ... if ya know what I mean..." "Ran away?" Abigail offered "Pretty much ... and it seems mister Logan didn't take kindly to it. He managed to convince the state police that his missus had stolen his car ... so when we went into town to get gas Sarah Duggan arrested Caitie's mom" "So she's in jail?" Abbey enquired, her voice raising an octave as she requested confirmation of what she thought she'd heard. Peggy nodded looking sheepish. In a more even tone the cactus delivery driver asked "What happens now?" "Well I thought we might be able to convince the Sheriff to show leniency" Peggy glanced at Caitie when she said it. "P-e-g-g-y!" the tall woman squealed "what are you saying" "I think Caitie might be able to convince her to drop the charges or something" "You can't mean it ... you can't subject her to that" Abbey was looking at Caitie's confused face as she spoke. "She's not quite as naïve as you might think Abbey" Peggy said with a wry smile. "Anyway worse comes to worst the troopers'll ship 'em both back to Wyoming." "You haven't explained how this plan works to her ... have you?" Peggy's partner deduced from the puzzled look on the teenager's face. "No actually I was gonna leave that for you" the busty one said as she bounded back down the stairs toward the pickup. "I'm gonna go see Brenda right now. I think this is a conversation better held face to face." "But..." Abbey protested as her partner started the truck. There was a crunching sound as the tires bit into the gravel and the truck sped off. Miz Vanderbrune looked at the confused teenager. Caitie thought the last part of the conversation between the older women had been in code. She did catch the part about HER convincing the Sheriff to release her mother which surprised her. She'd always assumed from her teasing manipulation of the cactus farmer that Peggy was somehow going to influence the head cop. 'Where do I come in' she wondered. The tall woman put her arm around the girl's shoulder and said "let's go inside ... it's hot out here." Escorting her house guest into the living room they wound up sitting side by side on the sofa in the almost identical position she'd been in with miz Baker less than a day and at the same time a hundred years ago. "You're such a pretty little thing" Abbey complimented stroking the girl's sweat dampened strawberry curls. "Have you ever had sex before?" the question was loaded. In an instant Caitie's head filled with so many thoughts that she felt a little faint. The first was the soulful kiss the woman next to her had exchanged with her Good Samaritan partner. They were clearly in love. Milliseconds later she was remembering her first orgasm brought on by the talented tongue action of Abbey's significant other. Next her mind conjured the image of her and her mother, in her bedroom the night they'd left. Her mother was explaining how she couldn't endure the hurt and shame of her father's infidelity anymore. The fact that her adolescent brain could connect all those dots in such a short time was a tribute to the youngster's intelligence and emotional maturity. She wasn't gonna play Maryanne to this devoted couple so she lied. "No" she answered. "Do you think you're ready?" Abbey asked almost apologetically. Caitie nodded already feeling the rumblings in her lower tummy anticipating where this was leading. Looking into the girl's wide green eyes Abbey felt her own pussy start to melt. The thoughtful teenager needn't have concerned herself with the cactus farming partners' relationship stability. In a town like Oyster Gulch, being faithful to one partner was not the norm. Abbey and Peggy enjoyed the sexual freedom that the unique little hide-away in the desert provided. The biggest draw back was the static nature of the options. It was rare for a new dish to appear on the menu and when it did, it was every woman for herself. The tall delivery truck driver had been surprised that the teenager claimed to have not experienced love-making before, it contradicted the signals Peggy had been sending her. On the other hand naïveté was not among Abbey's highest priorities. She didn't care who opened the shell as long as she got her share of the sweet tender meat inside. "Do you play with yourself sometimes?" miz Vanderbrune asked as her hand dropped from stroking Caitlin's hair to a tender finger tip caress of the girl's upper arm. The teen nodded to confirm. Caitie felt her nipple go as hard as a rock, the slender woman's fingers were running over the sensitive bare flesh and the heel of the stroking hand brushed lightly on the cotton T covering her 'A' cup bra. Just as her mother had noted while applying the sun screen yesterday the cups were really too small. She didn't like wearing it and had only put it on this morning to please her mother; knowing that the jailed woman could always tell when she left it off. Caitlin was fascinated by her interrogator's chest. Peggy's partner displayed high firm little cones capped with sharp points under her top. She had never seen little tits, more like her own, as a matter of fact according to her assessment her boobs were already bigger than Abbey's. Caitie was more than ready to do the comparison. "Sheriff Carlyle is gonna want to touch you ... and for you to touch her ... like ... uh, like when you play with yourself ... kinda" Abbey was explaining searching the wide green eyes for signs of distress. She wasn't sure what she was seeing through those windows to the girl's soul, her instincts were telling her that it was fascination. "Would you be OK with that ... I mean if Brenda ... uh, miz Carlyle touched you here?" Abbey ran her fingers lightly over the teenager's breasts to illustrate her point. The feathery stroke had a bigger effect than the cactus farmer had anticipated. The girl's eyes fluttered shut and she moaned deeply. "She'll want to touch you on your bare skin..." the older woman continued as she gripped the bottom of the teenager's T shirt and began to pull up. Caitie's eyes were still closed when the beige cotton bunched up in her armpits exposing the simple white overfilled bra. Abbey felt her womanhood begin to throb and her permanently erect nipples tingle as she reached around her student to unfasten the uncomfortably tight looking garment. There was lots of elasticity left in the back strap confirming that the chest measurement hadn't changed that much; it was just the cup size that was behind the times. Having enough material to work with, the single 'Z' type fastener released easily. Abbey bunched the cotton underwear up under the girl's chin with the T shirt. She eyed the beautiful plump adolescent tits with their bright pink caps. Caitie opened her eyes and saw the admiration on the older woman's face. Instead of the usual feelings of embarrassment she felt pride and arousal. She'd come so far in just one day. The farmer's rough hands cuddled her puppies and tweaked their noses with her thumb. The T shirt and bra naturally collapsed back down over the exploring hands. Caitie pulled the assembly up under her chin again so she could observe the technique that was causing her cunny to twitch and jerk so. "Mmmmuuhhh..." she moaned as the wonderful sensations enveloped her. Abbey took her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed - hard! The teenager yelped at the unexpected pain. "Oh sorry honey ... too rough?" the older woman apologized "Let me kiss it better." What surprised the inexperienced girl was the delightful sensation that followed the pain. Her nubs were tingling like they'd never done before and when the woman's tongue began to tease the firm little buttons she was thrilled by the novelty of the feelings that emanated from her tortured buds. She had just been introduced to pain for pleasure. Getting tired of holding her clothes up out of the way Caitlin stripped the T shirt and bra over her head. The top came off in a spray of red-gold curls that surrounded her cute little face. Looking down on the short cropped dark hair of the woman tonguing her chest she thought 'I could never cut all of my hair off like that.' She was drawn to run her fingers through the coarse feeling stubble as the cactus delivery driver paid homage to her pubescent boobs. It was just the surprise that made her jump, but that's not how Abbey interpreted it. The teen had been so enraptured by the tongue bath her tits were getting that she hadn't noticed the attentive farmer undoing her shorts. When the older woman's hand slipped inside her panties the girl jerked forcefully. Abbey's hand retreated to Caitie's disappointment. "It's OK honey I'm not going to hurt you" the butch woman assured her. The work roughened fingers were pressing on the tender softness of the teenaged mons. "Sheriff Carlyle will want to touch you here too" she explained pressing harder until she could feel the firm ridge of the clitoral root. "Will you be able to handle that?" the farmer looked to her pupil's face for affirmation but the teen's head was tipped back and she was emitting a low growling sound. Abbey began to rotate her wrist and fingers in a somewhat circular motion pulling and distorting the spongy plump vulva under its white cotton shield. The massage felt great but Caitie really wanted the attention on her cookie a little lower down. Without warning she thrust her hips and arched her back while simultaneously hooking her thumbs in the waist band of her shorts and panties. The farmer's arm flexed and followed the rising pelvis as the girl stripped the lower half of her clothing down over her knees. Her shorts and underpants fell around her ankles and she spread her knees wide, opening her pearly pink folds. With her butt now resting on the very outer edge of the sofa seat cushion Caitie reclined and shoved Abbey's hand down into the hot sloppiness of her overflowing teenaged quim. Abbey was shocked by the brazen move 'this can't be her first time' she reasoned as she began the delicate task of separating the slippery labia. Caitie felt like there were twenty fingers touching her yearning pussy as the older woman's fingers danced and twiddled, expertly working their way to her core. The farmer's calloused index finger slid up the sodden crease and engaged the firm little nub at the top. The girl wailed out her approval as her hips began to gyrate. The wonderful musky sweet fragrance filled the diddling woman's nose and she wondered if she had time to get down there for a taste, but it was too late. Caitie grabbed, with painful tightness, on the older woman's wrist and began humping the imprisoned fingers rapidly. Abbey was amazed at how fast the pubescent hips could move. The length of the stroke quickly diminished until it was little more than a high frequency vibration. All of the air came out of the teenager in a long low vibrato. It was several seconds before the vibrations stopped and turned into intermittent twitches. The slender adolescent thighs closed like a vice on her hand but the girl's death grip on her wrist seemed to have relaxed somewhat. When she pulled her well lubricated hand out of the girl's crotch the teenager twitched again. Abbey brought her cum soaked hand to her nose and mouth, licking the succulent juices that she would have preferred to receive at their source. The naked youngster's hands were between her own legs when Abbey saw her wide green eyes open. Every once in a while the whole pubescent body twitched as she looked up adorably at the finger licking farmer and smiled. 'That confirms the receiving part ... next I'll see if she's also willing to give.' Margaret entered the Sheriff's department at twelve fifteen. Mary Ellen looked up from her monitor and said "Hi Peggy ... you're really in a hurry aren't you? Sheriff's not back yet." "Well you've got a woman locked up who doesn't deserve to be" the cactus farmer replied as she walked around the clerk's desk. Mary Ellen reached for the mouse and Peggy's hand shot out and intercepted it half way. From her position behind the cute 'n cuddly brunette she saw missus Logan lying on her bunk on the monitor. The woman appeared to be sleeping but from the way she was moving she was evidently having a wet dream. One of the little redhead's hands was inside her prison uniform massaging one of her full melons and the other was busy between her legs. Margaret felt her pussy react to the erotic spectacle and noticed that the Sheriff's clerk's breathing was kinda ragged. "Don't tell the Sheriff" the clerk pleaded nervously "I'm not supposed to spy ... the cameras are strictly for forensic use, like if something happens in the holding area." "I'm glad you KNOW the rules!" the voice of Brenda Carlyle boomed across the room. Peggy didn't prevent the seated woman from minimizing the forbidden screen this time. "I wasn't ... I didn't mean to ... uh, I..." the clerk babbled in obvious panic. "In my office ... now!" the Sheriff commanded as she strode across the room. Her tone sent a chill down Peggy's spine. She couldn't imagine what effect it had on the unfortunate woman it was directed at. In the doorway to her office Brenda paused, turned to the farmer and said "You can come too if you'd like Peggy" the invitation was as sweet as her previous order had been gruff. The cactus farmer was taken-a-back by the powerful woman's apparent ability to pull a Jekyll and Hyde with such aplomb. Margaret wanted to decline but quickly concluded that the invitation had been rhetorical. She was expected to attend. She followed Mary Ellen MacTier through the door which the sheriff promptly closed and latched behind them. In the middle of the large and nicely appointed office they stood together while the Sheriff walked over to her desk. Peggy was looking at the senior law enforcement officer. Brenda was not in uniform, exactly, she was however in all black; the color of the uniforms she'd chosen for her deputies without regard for the brutal desert sun. The silk top bloused nicely over her well proportioned bust and the black wrap-around skirt showed off her trim hips. The sixty year old could have easily passed for twenty years younger in spite of her short silver hair. The face was just as pretty and line free as it had been the first time Peggy had laid eyes on her in that high school martial arts class. The clerk's eyes were apparently inspecting her taffy colored three inch spiked heels. "What have I told you about that?" Sheriff Carlyle demanded and the only thing colder than the words was the icy stare from her steel blue eyes. The frightened woman in the brown jersey knit suit reluctantly raised her eyes to face her boss "That ... that we could loose a case ... because ... uh..." "What else?" "That we could be ... um ... uh ... get sued" the young woman responded with a sob in her voice as she cast her eyes back toward the floor. "But you did it anyway!" the word struck like a slap in the face. 'Why am I here' Peggy wondered, feeling sorry for the hapless twenty-something girl. "You know what comes now" the Sheriff said in a slightly softer but still commanding tone. "Yes mam" the clerk replied and walked over to the large heavy wooden desk which had very little on it. Margaret felt her breath catch in her throat as the secretary reached up under her stretchy skirt to pull her underwear down. Peggy couldn't immediately be sure if the sensation in her belly was anxiety or arousal as she watched the well rounded young woman thread the beige briefs over her spiked heels. Mary Ellen dropped her panties on the floor and bent over the desk presenting her substantial ass tattooed against the flexible brown material. The heels tightened the young woman's calves, and gave her legs a lovely shape. 'They've done this before' the cactus farmer thought, that was obvious; then more importantly, 'How many times? - How often?' Peggy had been focused on the clerk and only now noticed that Brenda had come around the desk and was standing directly behind the bent over woman staring at the provocative sight. This ogling was apparently part of the ordeal. Several seconds passed before the head cop spoke again "raise you skirt." The change in the Sheriff's voice was remarkable. The order had a slightly breathy quality to it. Miz MacTier gathered handfuls of the knit material on the outsides of her thighs and began to raise the hem until it completely cleared her backside. Peggy felt a twinge between her legs as the surprisingly firm white hemispheres were revealed. "I know how shy you are dearie, so having miz Baker observe is your extra punishment this time." As she spoke the Chief began to lightly stroke the whimpering girl's ass. Peggy was so shocked by how loud the first spank sounded that she almost squealed herself. It wouldn't have mattered because the screech that came from the brunette splayed on the desk would have drowned it out anyway. The second slap landed on the other cheek which jiggled briefly before beginning to glow hot pink. After the fourth impact Peggy stopped counting and Mary Ellen stopped squealing. The pitiful young woman settled into a more or less steady sob and jerked each time her boss's hand landed on her now cherry red ass. Sheriff Carlyle was breathing heavily when she backed away and stood shaking her own flushed looking hand admiring her work. Discipline had never been a big turn on for her, but Peggy had to admit that the pummeling of the young woman's plump ass had her juices flowing quite freely. The Sheriff's actions made her think the show was over. Since this was not a unique occurrence she was a little surprised that shy little Mary Ellen made no move to cover up or move away from the desk. She actually seemed to be sobbing louder now that the spanking was evidently over. Once again having her eyes fixed on the clerk's round bum caused her to loose track of the head cop. Miz Baker was sure that some kind of shocked sound came out of her when she saw what Brenda was up to. The exclamation was lost in the bent over woman's continued wails. She found the Sheriff standing behind her desk just as she released the catch on her skirt and let it fall to the floor. It wasn't news to the cactus farmer that Brenda did not find panties an essential piece of attire. When the black wrap-around landed at her feet the cop was naked from the waist down. Peggy had seen that bald pudenda many times; up close and personal. It, like the rest of her, didn't appear to have changed much; full outer lips that didn't seem quite big enough to contain the thick inner ones. The darker labia minora didn't protrude so much as they just seemed to keep the outer lips from closing. Her former martial arts instructor was stepping into a harness. Peggy felt her jaw drop as she saw the long black latex phallus connected to the tangled webbing. Brenda was still fiddling with the straps when she arrived behind the glowing buttocks. "Gimme a hand with this would ya Peggy" the Sheriff said as though she were asking her to do up a necklace. Margaret Baker felt as if she was in a trance as she approached the top cop, straightened the harness of the strap-on and secured it for the sixty year old. One of the reasons the older woman had been having difficulty was the fact that she was carrying a tube of K-Y in her left hand. the surrogate man positioned the custom molded base against her mons and wiggled it securely into position "Mmmmm ... nice " she sighed as the back end of the plastic prod seated on her clit. Peggy felt she should move away, leave the office, the building in fact, but she was rooted to the spot. Sheriff Carlyle smeared a substantial amount of lubricant on the long but mercifully slender fake penis. She spread the clerk's red, hot cheeks and applied whatever jelly was still on her hands between them. Wiping the flexible shaft up over the young woman's obviously engorged labia Peggy saw the girl shudder and the weeping changed. It sounded more like moaning, and they didn't sound that much like moans of pain either. When the black pole had wiped between her lips it came out with a milky looking fluid on it; the K-Y is clear. 'Apparently this isn't as traumatic for her as she lets on' the cactus farmer was drawn to conclude. The old woman made several swipes up and down the long crease bending the flexible member nearly in half at times before centering on the puckered ring between the plump hemispheres. Inch by inch the black latex disappeared slowly into the clerk's asshole. There was no more sobbing. The sound would have been best described as a growl. When she had buried about three quarters of the dong Brenda began a rocking motion. Pulling out about an inch of the five she had stuck up Mary Ellen's bum and reinserting it. Anal was also not one of Peggy's hot buttons but the sloppy squishing noise of the rubber cock sliding in and out of the young woman's ass accompanied by both of the participants loud moaning and groaning was making her cunt burn and ache. It took a while but the thrusting slowed and then stopped. She saw the Sheriff shudder and shake violently before she pulled the semi rigid rubber dong all the way out. Mary Ellen felt the ache so all encompassing in her pelvis that she was unable to think about anything else. The Sheriff's climax was not a mercy. She could still hold out hope that the foreign object stroking in and out of her tight rear access would eventually get her off; even though it never had before. It only took her to a level of arousal that challenged her sanity. You see, the punishment wasn't the spanking, it wasn't being humiliated in front of the other woman, it wasn't even the ass reaming; it was the fact that Brenda would now leave her like this, teetering on the apex of excitement with no way to achieve release. The first time she'd ever been punished this way, against orders, she had snuck into the washroom to relieve herself with her fingers. Her boss had been royally pissed. What followed had been three days of the same sort of subjugation followed by being handcuffed to prevent her from finishing the job. She dearly hated - feared, being bound and would do anything, anything at all to avoid it. So now she knew she would have to endure this intense ache for the entire afternoon. Even knowing that when she got home she'd be able to achieve an orgasm that was so intense that it would threaten her consciousness was no consolation. She remained lying over the desk trying to get a grip on her arousal. It never seemed to get any easier. When the Sheriff spoke it yanked Peggy out of the deeply sensual place in her mind where only physical pleasure and Sapphic delight had meaning; back to reality. "What did you want to see me about sweetie" Brenda asked. Standing there looking at Oyster Gulch's head of law enforcement with the toy dick dangling from her crotch Peggy was speechless. |