| Oyster Gulch, Chapter 5 Susan Connelly, Public Defender, wife and mother shuddered as she felt the other woman's rapid breath between her thighs. Her fantasies were about to be played out in a way she would never have imagined. Her client's fingers were tickling through her damp and untrimmed pubic hair and the sensation was generating a wave of heat that expanded out from her pelvis to every part of her body. She was holding her very professional looking grey skirt out of the way so she could watch the pretty redhead kneeling between her legs. It was surreal. Some part of her mind would simply not allow her to believe this was actually happening. The nimble fingers were parting her labia and the hot inner depths were now exposed to the cool feeling air from the inmate's nostrils. Heather examined the lawyer's vulva and inhaled the semi sweet fragrance. Her own pussy was tingling again as she inspected the treasure she was holding open. Her fascination with female genitalia kind of surprised her. Two days ago curiosity about what somebody else's pussy looked like was not only the furthest thing from her mind; but the idea that looking between another woman's legs could arouse her would have shocked her to the core. Now she couldn't help making comparisons with the only other mature vulva she'd ever seen; up close. Her lawyer had much thicker and longer inner labia than the Sheriff's clerk and she was delighted that this time she didn't have to contend with steel bars to explore the plump intricate folds. Walking her finger tips through the slippery engorged flesh she was pleased to see the prominent flap of skin attached to the top of the spongy lips she was holding open. The cleft red apex of the counselor's labia peeking from under the flap was so much larger than Mary Ellen's it reassured the self-conscious redhead that she wasn't a freak 'clits come in all different shapes and sizes' she concluded. The visual exploration had only lasted a matter of seconds but they were the longest seconds of Susan Connelly's life. Her pussy now felt chilled by the air movement while every other part of her was on fire. When her client made a slow sweep from the bottom to the top of her yearning cookie; the redhead's tongue felt like a branding iron. The temperature contrast caused electric shocks to radiate out from her splayed vulva that were so intense that the sensation of the tongue exploring her most sensitive tissues was almost lost in the fireworks. One slow swipe reheated the chilled labia and the next two passes sent a feeling like rolling thunder rumbling up from her flooded gash; up through her core. Missus Connelly felt like a tuning fork. She was vibrating internally at a low frequency that made every nerve tingle and her fine little body hairs to stand on end. As much as she wanted to watch the unbelievable event taking place between her legs she could no longer keep her eyes open. Her head tipped back as the sensations completely overwhelmed her. She had never experienced, and didn't know it was possible to get cramps in your nipples, but that's what it felt like. Her hands reflexively grabbed her breasts through the white professional blouse and plain everyday bra. Her breasts contributed a complimentary wave of pleasure just before her kneeling client wrapped her lips around her clit and began rhythmically sucking. Her body shook and convulsed as the explosion made everything go black for an instant. The blackness was replaced by shooting stars and showers of sparks behind her closed eyes. At the same time she felt as though she had been plunged into a very hot bath. The sudden intensity of the climax forced a primal sound from her core and her thighs slammed shut on the red curly head. In some still functioning part of her brain she knew she was shivering and twitching but the glorious feeling of contentment forced the tremors into the background. Mary Ellen heard the scream from where she was sitting at her desk and it sent a thrilling, if frustrating, pulse through her. 'There's only one thing that can cause a person to make a sound like that' she thought as her cunny twitched empathetically. Sheriff Carlyle didn't have to use any imagination to understand the sound. She was watching the whole episode on her wide screen monitor. The absence of underwear made her self-stimulation easy and effective. Watching two mature women was never going to get the jaded pubescent loving cop off, but it was arousing nevertheless. Brenda was disappointed at not having any zoom or pan controls to work with. Most of the time she'd only been able to see the back of the Logan woman's head. She would have enjoyed the opportunity to inspect the counselor's snatch but she'd contented herself with watching the ecstasy on her face instead. She was sitting behind her desk contentedly licking her fingers when the lawyer, looking like a woman who'd just been fucked, walked by her door. "I ... I'm finished with ... uh, with missus Logan" Susan croaked as she reached Mary Ellen's desk. The clerk rose and started toward the lock-up door. The Public Defender tried to dismiss the smirk on the young woman's face but realized that her indiscretion was no secret. Heather had slipped her atrocious orange uniform back on and stuffed the light nylon bra in her pocket, before the Sheriff's assistant arrived to escort her back to her cell. She too could see from the pudgy young woman's expression that some portion of attorney-client privilege had been breached; she had no idea of the extent. "You didn't forget about me ... did you?" Sheriff Carlyle called across the office as the attorney was making her way unsteadily toward the door. "No, no of course not" she lied. "I was just ... I mean I was going to ... uh..." "Use the washroom?" the Sheriff helped, when the clever lawyer couldn't come up with a plausible excuse. "Yes ... that's right" "It's the other way" Brenda pointed to the sign for the conveniences beside her office. "Of course how silly of me" Susan chortled still hopelessly trying to cover as she detoured into the ladies room. The sheriff smiled mischievously 'she's in a world all her own' and returned to her desk chuckling to herself. She didn't bother using the intercom and instead simply shouted "Mary Ellen find out if that car's in impound yet." In the role of Communications Officer the clerk radioed Sarah in the patrol car. "Safe and sound in the compound behind Max's place" came the reply. Mary Ellen knew better than to shout back across the office so she went to her boss's door and confirmed that the Logan vehicle had been retrieved. Susan Connelly nearly bumped into her as she turned back toward her desk. The clerk thought the counselor looked a little more composed and groomed than she had when she'd come out of the secure area. As she stepped inside the nicely appointed office the Sheriff said "Close the door counselor". Susan had been in this situation before but now it made her nervous. Her life had changed forever a few minutes ago in the interview room. Sitting with one of the driving forces of the alternate life style town she was very aware of the echoes of sensation that were still vibrating in her erogenous zones. The smirk on the Sheriff's face didn't make it any easier. "Have a seat" as the sexually confused attorney sat down. "So what do you think?" The ambiguous question put the attorney's already addled brain into a tail-spin. She thought a lot of things and most of them were concerning how she was going to return to her former, so called, normal life. The blank expression on the public defender's face prompted the Sheriff to clarify; "about missus Logan's chances." "Right now I'd say fifty-fifty maybe a little worse ... sixty-forty" "You mean of being bound over for trial" it was Brenda's turn to ask for clarification "No I mean of getting convicted" the lawyer replied matter of factly. The opinion hit the top cop like a cold bucket of water. Her experience, having read the charges was that the case was not only weak, but also malicious. "You seriously believe that a judge would convict her of this?" "Sheriff, you're looking at this logically, not legally" missus Connelly explained. "Logically I agree with you it's a crock ... but legally the charges are valid. The complicating factor is that it appears Hank Logan is not without some influence. He wouldn't have gotten a charge laid and an interstate BOLO this fast without being able to involve some upper echelon people." The older woman considered the counselor's trusted opinion and the light went on. 'She's right ... her husband had to get someone powerful interested to make this happen so fast. She's been on the run less than twenty-four hours and they're already lookin' for her in four states.' "So who's chain do ya think he yanked?" Brenda asked getting sickly feeling that this wasn't as easy as she'd thought. "Not sure ... I only heard about this whole situation just before I left the office yesterday. I did some checking this morning and I think it started with the AAG in Wyoming." "The Assistant Attorney General! You weren't kidding when you said he involved some upper echelon people..." "That's why a Nevada judge is gonna be reluctant to ignore the legal merit and go with the more intuitive reaction. The safest thing to do is to bind her over for trial ... throwing the case out could get them into a political shit storm." Susan explained. The Sheriff sat back in her chair to ponder the options. "How do you think it would affect your defense if I arrange to have the car returned to Rawlins before the hearing?" Susan thought for a moment, "Well if the stolen property has been returned the judge would certainly have to take that into account. It depends on who's on the bench." "Amanda Mitchell" the Sheriff announced. The Public Defender knew all the judges' tendencies. Judge Mitchell was one who could be relied on to go with her gut and not worry about the political fallout. "My guess would be that she'll throw the whole thing out" the Public Defender speculated. "Well consider it done counselor" Brenda said rising from behind the desk "I'll have proof of the return to the registered owner in your hands before court convenes tomorrow." The Chief rounded the desk and extended her hand. When the lawyer, fresh from her first lesbian encounter, took the cop's hand she felt a very pleasant and unexpected tightening between her legs. "Don't be a stranger Susan ... Oyster Gulch has a lot to offer a woman in your position" the head of law enforcement for the unique little community added as they parted. The knowing smile from the plump and adorable clerk made missus Connelly feel dizzy as she made her exit. The Sheriff's voice made Mary Ellen jump as she watched the grey skirt swish toward the door. "Get those towing guys down in Wells on the phone and find out how much it'll cost to get that Honda back to Wyoming." The brunette in the brown knit suit, with the damp spots front and back, was shocked and almost afraid to relay the news; as if it was her fault. Standing at her boss's door she cleared her throat to get the Sheriff's attention "That guy ... Steve, said five hundred dollars each way, plus fuel." "Holy shit ... that's like a buck a mile" Brenda calculated "is there anybody else?" "I dun-know but he made it sound like he was doin' us a favor at that" "Some favor ... I'd have to get authorization from Council for that kinda money ... there's gotta be another way" the perturbed cop lamented rubbing her chin. "What if I drove it back?" the receptionist offered and was pleased to see the spark in her boss's eye. "I could throw some things together and be on the road by five." "It's a long drive" Brenda cautioned "But there's lots of rest stops ... and besides I'd have lots of time. It only takes eleven or twelve hours and I don't have to be in Rawlins until nine. That'll leave me like three hours to catch a nap." The Sheriff was liking the plan more by the minute. "Well if you're sure ... it would be a great help" Mary Ellen turned toward her desk and collected her purse. "I'll scoot home and change into some traveling clothes, collect the car at Max's place and be on the road in no time" the pudgy girl detailed as she was heading for the door. She left out the part about taking care of the annoying ache between her legs. True to her word the Sheriff's clerk was kicking up a plume of dust as she passed the Baker farm in mister Logan's green Honda at a quarter to five. At about the same time the phone inside the cactus farm's comfortable bungalow was ringing; Peggy answered. She recognized the Sheriff's voice immediately. "Can you bring the girl by about seven?" the sixty year old asked feeling her nipples tighten. "Uh ... yeah, sure" Peggy replied as a rush of adrenaline or something made her feel a little dizzy. "I'll have her there at seven." "Wonderful!" Brenda said enthusiastically as she hung up the phone and allowed her imagination to take flight. Margaret Baker looked at her partner who was washing vegetables for dinner. "Show time" she announced. Abigail Vanderbrune nodded, "Seven o'clock?" she confirmed drying her hands on her apron and glancing up at the clock. "Two hours to turn Caitlin into the most adorable little creature Brenda Carlyle has ever seen ... piece o' cake." The lesbian couple headed for the living room where the fifteen year old was lounging, still naked. They sat on either side of the teenager; Peggy stroked her strawberry curls and noticed that the strawberries on top of the pleasingly plump boobies came to attention. "Sheriff Carlyle called" the bustier member of the cactus farming pair said. "She'd like to meet with you at seven to ... uh, um ... discuss your mother's situation." Caitlin looked wide eyed at the woman who'd introduced her to sexual delight. "You know what that means?" Abbey asked drawing the girl's attention. The little darling nodded and the relaxed grin was both reassuring and worrisome. "Sweetie you need to be ... uh innocent ... uh, coy is the word. Do you know what that means?" the taller member of the coaching team looked at the puzzlement in the youngster's eyes and could almost see the wheels turning. "The Sheriff likes to be the first ... so kinda like when you fibbed to me about not having done anything before ... but even more shy." "Ya gotta make her almost beg" Peggy added hoping to clarify. Caitie's mind drifted back to when she'd first been in the bedroom with Peggy and trying to ensure that her new friend would put forth her best efforts to free her mother. "I ... I think I understand" the teenager said looking from one of her mentors to the other. "She'll do just fine" Peggy concluded. She was having the same recollection as the young miz Logan. "Do you have a skirt or a little dress with you?" Abbey asked moving on. Caitie thought. They had packed in such a hurry she wasn't really sure; they couldn't bring everything. Then she remembered "My school uniform is in my bag" she looked hopefully at the woman lovingly stroking her hair. "Perfect" Peggy exclaimed, "Go get it!" The cactus farming couple watched the pert pubescent backside disappear into the hall with lust in their eyes. A couple of minutes later Caitie returned with the little kilt and a white blouse. "Put 'em on honey" Peggy encouraged. The girl slipped into her uniform without any underwear and stood facing her consultants. Caitlin saw the somewhat disappointed look on the older woman's faces. The blue tartan pleats ended four inches above her knees. "We usually roll 'em up like this..." the youngster demonstrated by twisting the waist band. The hem if the skirt rose until it was around her mid thigh. "Better" Abigail agreed. "Put one more roll in it honey" Peggy suggested. The teenager complied saying "They wouldn't let us wear them this short at school." No surprise there. The hem of the plaid material was now only three inches below her girlhood. "Do you think she needs a bra" Peggy asked her partner as she began stroking Abbey's inner thigh. The taller cactus farmer was already percolating and the feel of her partner's fingers brushing over the sensitive flesh a couple of inches from her boiling sex made her shiver. "Of course she doesn't need one ... but she should wear one, just because unwrapping the package can be half the fun!" both of the older women laughed and Caitlin smiled although she didn't completely understand the comment. What she did understand was that Abbey's arm was now around Peggy's back and she was palming the heavy breast that had fascinated the teenager from the beginning. She watched the little bump atop the pear shaped mound begin to grow and was recalling how wonderful the long rubber peg felt in her mouth. The taller, slimmer woman's thumb began to strum over the protruding nipple through the cotton T shirt. Miz Baker closed her eyes for a moment. That's when the girl noticed the busty woman's hand sneak under the lower margin of her partner's shorts. She could see the fingers moving as they worked their way past the obstruction of the elastic around the leg of Abbey's panties. The memory of the long oyster shell outer lips that she was sure those intrepid fingers were now tugging on made her girlhood twitch. Caitie was wondering if it would be OK for her to reach under the little kilt and stroke her throbbing coochie when Abbey said in a strained voice "go and put your bra and panties on sweetie ... so we can see the whole package." Back in the guest bedroom she needed no permission to apply her fingers to the fuzzy plump treasure between her legs. She pressed firmly above her swollen crease, feeling the ridge between her fingers and her pubic bone just the way Abbey had taught her. The up and down, around and around motion felt great but she had to go lower and penetrate the slippery folds to diddle the pounding flap of skin that housed her clit. Large jolts shot through her tummy and her hips bucked in response. She was now familiar with the feeling that was growing inside of her and she knew that she could get herself off with her own fingers for the first time; but she stopped. Caitie was panting and shivering when she put her diddling fingers in her mouth and began to rummage through her bag with her free hand for a pair of underpants. She pulled the cotton briefs over her hips and straightened her provocatively short skirt. The blouse came off and she realized that her only bra was still in the living room. Carrying the white top she returned to her mentors. Peggy still had her shorts on but the T shirt she'd been wearing was on the floor beside Abbey's shorts and panties. Those magnificent boobs hung down and rubbed on the buttery soft leather of the sofa as she knelt between her taller partners spread thighs. Abbey's head was on the arm rest and her right leg was on the back of the couch opening her oyster for the kneeling woman's tongue. Peggy didn't seem to notice the teenager's return. With her butt high in the air and her face buried in her partner's gash she was completely absorbed in her task. Abbey gave the girl a flushed smile but suddenly her eyes closed and she grimaced as Peggy's tongue twirled around her love button. Caitie was mesmerized. She dropped her blouse and her fingers automatically returned to their self pleasuring activity. The crotch of her panties was already damp as she ran her fingers over her throbbing vulva. Her left hand pulled the crotch gusset aside and she plunged three fingers of her right into her slick pulpy wetness. Twisting and rotating on the flexible flap of skin she alternated between watching Peggy's tits wobble and the ecstatic expressing on her partner's face. The hot electric surge filled her pelvis and sent sparking tendrils out to every part of her body. She was aware that Abbey was singing out her own climax. Their vocalization of the ultimate pleasure had a unique harmony to it. The protruding upswing of Peggy's pear shaped breasts glowed bright pink from rubbing on the sofa seat cushion when she sat up. The pussy munching cactus farmer swung her legs out from under her and plopped down on the couch smiling through the glistening juices that coated her mouth and chin. Her partner was holding her cookie as if to keep it from flying away and moaning softly. Caitlin had straightened up and stood there in her post orgasmic haze. "Put your top on honey ... let's see how you look" miz Baker said as though nothing had happened. Her clouded vision made the task more difficult but the teenager managed to locate her bra near the end of the couch. Her shaky fumbling fingers managed to connect the 'Z' fastener in front of her belly button, cups in the back as she'd been shown by her mom. Rotating the simple cotton bra around, she hooked her arms through the shoulder straps and pulled the minimally supportive garment into place. Stuffing her boobs into the too small cups was the hardest part. "Uh huh" Peggy said pensively "and put your blouse on..." she picked up her discarded top, slipped into it and, with dexterity that she wasn't expecting, managed to button it up. "Do you have knee socks or something?" miz Baker asked. Caitie was finding the fact that the busty cactus farmer was still topless very distracting. She nodded to the half naked woman who then mouthed the word 'Go' without making a sound and shooed her with her hand. Back in the bedroom she rummaged only a minute. She sat on the bed, pulled the socks up to her knees and returned to the living room. Abbey was latched firmly on Peggy's left breast evidently sucking. Peggy's eyes were closed and her expression reflected the pleasure she was feeling. Caitie had been dying to suckle those pillowy soft hooters since she'd found the partners engaged in sex play the last time she left the room. Seizing the opportunity she descended on Peggy's right breast. She was enjoying the rubbery feel of the growing nipple in her mouth and the deep moaning sighs that came up from her original lover's core. Glancing down the teenager noticed Abbey's hand working its way under the waistband of the topless woman's cargo shorts. Abandoning the boob, leaving it sporting a red peg over an inch long she managed to wrap her little mouth over her mentor's. The adolescent tongue began to explore and she sucked on the panting woman's lips as she'd learned yesterday. Margaret kept her mouth semi closed so the child's smaller mouth could retain the dominant position. She was reveling in the sensuality of the soul kiss when she felt her partner's fingers begin the process of separating her full inner lips. Abbey's fingers were very familiar with the terrain and it wasn't long before a finger was rolling and pressing the firm nubbin at the top. Peggy was no longer able to restrain herself and opened her mouth to engulf the teenager's lips. A low rumbling like distant earthquake preceded the white hot bolt of pleasure that over took her. She released Caitie's mouth so she could satisfy her need for more air to fuel her twitching muscles. The youngster was smiling as she watched Abbey suck down the ambrosia coating her left hand. "She's gonna do just fine..." Peggy sighed in a dreamy voice. "Oh shit I forgot ... she's gotta go..." Abbey cursed having forgotten the appointment with the Sheriff. "I gotta get dinner ready, she's gonna need all her strength" the taller cactus farmer said stepping into her shorts without bothering to retrieve her wayward panties. "Come on sweetie ... let's doll you up a bit" Peggy took Caitlin's hand and led her toward the bedroom. Less than fifteen minutes later they were entering the kitchen as Abbey put their dinner on the table. The cook looked up and stopped serving up the food. "Oh my God!" the tall cactus farmer exclaimed. It wasn't much really. A bit of eye liner, making the already large green eyes look huge; the tiniest amount of eye shadow and blush; the strawberry curls straightened and fluffed and 'vois la' a living doll. "I hope Brenda Carlyle has a good ticker" she laughed, and then they all laughed together. They heard the first rumbles of real thunder as they sat down. They were finishing up and clearing the table when the almighty crash rattled the windows. It never rains in the desert because the deluge that fell from the sky could hardly be referred to a rain. "I thought it was feeling a little more humid than normal this afternoon" Abbey observed as Peggy pulled two black hooded slickers out of the hall closet, kept there for just this type of event. She put the hood on her head and draped the jacket over her shoulders like a cape, and then did the same with Caitie's. The coat was a mile too big but it did a good job of covering up her sexy little outfit. "Peg ... ya know this won't last ... maybe ya should wait." "We'll be fine" miz Baker assured as she ushered Caitlin, who could barely see where she was going, to the door. "I'll be back in an hour ... probably less" and the busty cactus farmer turned pimp said as she and her doll made a dash for the pick up. Dinner wasn't bad considering she was in jail. Served up at five o'clock by a less than cheerful Deputy named Perkins. It was pretty much yesterday's special from the only restaurant in town and Emily Perkins felt it beneath her dignity to be serving the prisoner. 'If I'd wanted to be a waitress I wouldn't have gone to Police College for two years' the twenty something Goth muttered. She'd relieved Sarah Duggan at four. Her ten hour shift went until two am. After that she was on call until four then Sarah took over, on call, until from four in the morning until six when she was supposed to be in the station. It was the third deputy's day off. There wasn't much to do so Heather found herself dozing a lot. The dream, nightmare really, that she'd had at the Baker farm came back often; but it had changed. It wasn't nearly as scary now. It started differently each time but always wound up more or less the same. She and Caitlin were out walking somewhere; sometimes it seemed like a park, other times it was more like an alley. She was looking around and lost track of her daughter. The panicky feeling would start and then she'd see Caitie going away with people or creatures all dressed in black robes with hoods over their heads. Originally the black robed things had been dragging her daughter who seemed to be resisting and trying to get away. Now after the fifth or sixth time she'd had the dream Caitie seemed to be going willingly with the hooded figures. Two things that remained the same were that Caitlin was always naked and Heather felt like she was in slow motion and couldn't catch up with her daughter. She woke up feeling irresponsible and frustrated that she couldn't help. Her after dinner snooze allowed the dream to replay once again. Even though it was no longer quite as disturbing it surely wasn't pleasant and she resisted the urge to doze again. Where her mind wandered instead wasn't that much better. The last seventy-two hours played like an old fashioned news reel. Her decision to leave her husband, fleeing while he slept, stupidly running out of gas, none of it was comforting. Then their rescue by the pretty cactus farmer in the pick up; that was sort of up lifting except when she thought about Margaret Baker the picture in her mind was of those unrestrained breasts with their stiff points jiggling under the thin T shirt. "Oh no" Heather moaned out loud. She pulled her mind away from that vision and thought about how good it felt to rinse the sweat and road grime off ... but then the memory of Peggy coming in, seeing her naked in the shower, the sexual thrill she got from being totally exposed to their rescuer; the thrill was back. Heather moaned as the cramp seized her pussy. Then there was the woman in the General Store ... the look she gave her, ogling her breasts ... and how that made her feel ... wanted; desired. Her erogenous zones were tingling. Most disturbing was that intermixed with the visions of the cactus farmer's tits, the moment of complete exposure in the shower, and the lustful look in the grocery store, were images of her lovely, rapidly maturing, daughter naked in miz Baker's bathroom. Heather tried to hit the stop button on the video replay she wasn't comfortable with where this was going at all. What she managed to do was put the three or four images into a continuous loop. When she forced one erotic image out one of the others replaced it. Trying to break the pattern she wound up restarting the news reel. That brought her to the interrogation room ... the strip search ... Deputy Duggan's fingers ... It wasn't surrender exactly, but in deference to the arousing thoughts she yanked the zipper on her uniform down to her waist. The zipper made an impossibly loud noise, and for an instant she was afraid someone would overhear. At first she just cupped her hands over her tingling breasts, feeling the little bumps in the centers grow until they were pressing insistently into each of her palms. The tingling between her legs was now a full fledged throb. Squeezing her plump round mounds generated waves of sensual feeling all over. "Those are some pretty nice titties ya got there." At the sound of the voice the prisoner sat bolt upright and squealed. She simultaneously pulled the coverall over her aroused breasts. Deputy Perkins was standing half way between the security door that lead to the office and her cell. 'How did I not hear her come in... ? The security door makes a racket when it opens... ' in the end it didn't matter. She was busted; caught feeling herself up in the Oyster Gulch lock up. She sat there in a state of shock and embarrassment holding the halves of her polyester blend jump suit closed and looking at the black haired woman with the multiple piercing. A stud in her eyebrow another on the outside of her nostril and several down her ear, Heather was amazed that a Sheriff's Deputy would be allowed to display this degree of body adornment. She didn't know the half; but this was Oyster Gulch, and not many of the conventions of the outside world were respected here. "Y'all like havin' y'er titties played with?" the Goth asked stepping closer. "Sarah ... uh, Deputy Duggan told me ya got quite a bang out of the cavity search." 'Oh God' Heather thought 'they've been talking about me' her embarrassment went up to max. She'd never been so ashamed in her life, but at the same time it wasn't admonition she saw in the deputy's eyes. "I do a pretty mean search myself..." the deputy announced "if ya get my meaning." The woman in the uniform that was as black as her hair stuck out her tongue to reveal the stud through it. The inmate didn't even know why that sent an electric jolt through her kitty. The purpose of a tongue stud was not from her world; at least the world she was familiar with. "Y'all seem kinda restless. I was just wonderin' if ya'd like me to do somethin' ta help ya relax." Heather was speechless. Her mouth hadn't closed since she'd jumped up from the cot. Her arousal, which had been briefly muted by the shock and embarrassment, now surged to the forefront again. Even in her up tight conventional mind, it was clear what the cop was proposing. She shuddered and her clit throbbed but she seemed in capable of doing or saying anything. Emily Perkins took the prisoner's silence along with her sexually charged expression as a 'yes'. Pulling out the key ring on the spring loaded lanyard attached to her duty belt she released the cell's door lock with a deafening clunk. The cell door slid open and Heather's mind went into self-preservation mode. Her conscious mind was unable to accept what was happening so it shutdown. What remained were raw nerve endings and a dreamy surreal quality to the whole situation. Deputy Perkins stepped inside the cell and stood directly in front of her less than four feet away with no barrier between them. "Hot in here ... don't ya think?" the cop said as she began unbuttoning her uniform. The loud crash from the impending storm didn't faze them. The black shirt with the heavy star pinned to it clattered on the floor. Emily's black bra was not ornate but the tattoo of an eagle in flight above her left breast provided a colorful distraction. Heather's vision was not totally clear. She knew the deputy had a bird etched onto her chest but she wouldn't have been able to identify what kind. Anyway her focus was on the well filled cups, and the interesting bumps that showed through it. Deputy Perkins pulled the back strap way down and released the fasteners. She was intently watching her prisoner's eyes as she shrugged the bra off. Heather inhaled sharply when she saw the large gold studs the adorned the officer's nipples. Dropping the bra with the shirt Emily cupped her firm 'C' cup mounds and twiddled the gold balls, causing the deep pink peg they were through to jut out. "Ya like 'em?" the cop asked continuing to tease her nipple piercings. The short busty woman still holding her unzipped coverall closed felt faint at the thought of a needle being pushed through her sensitive nips. At the same time, the idea caused a minor explosion inside her vagina. "You should try it" the Goth recommended "ya won't believe how good it makes 'em feel." Her remark was punctuated by a deep grunt and she stopped playing with the studs to unfasten her duty belt. The uniform trousers, with all their attached law enforcement paraphernalia, hit the floor with a loud clunk. Her jailer stood there wearing only a pair of see-through black bikini panties. The underpants were so transparent that the little redhead could make out the silver ring dangling at the top of the deputy's vulva. "Silly me" Emily scolded herself as she sat on the cot to unlace her boots. In virtually the first movement she'd made since jumping up and clenching her coverall closed, missus Logan turned to watch the pretty black haired woman's boobs squish against her bare knees as she untied and removed the highly polished black combat boots. After scooping off her socks Deputy Perkins stood up again. Putting a hand on her waist and the other behind her head she thrust her left hip to the side, batted her eyes and said "You like?" Heather was still quite incapable of speech but the gnawing in her pussy was shouting yes. Emily didn't need words, the look on her prisoner's face said all that needed to be said. "Let's get a look at you" the cop suggested. The busty redhead did not resist when her jailer pushed the ugly orange suit off her shoulders. The loose ill-fitting uniform did a free fall and was only prevented from landing around her ankles by the cuffs on her sleeves. An indescribable surge of something went through her as she stood clad only in the opaque white nylon panties and the absurd prison costume hanging from her wrists. "Mmmm ... delicious" the officer pronounced and lowered her head to capture one of the pert pink semi-erect nipples in her mouth at the same time she yanked the cuffs over Heather's hands, allowing the jumpsuit to fall. The red haired prisoner's knees buckled and her jailer followed her down without loosing suction on the inmate's tit. Caitie's mom wound up sitting on the cot with Deputy Perkins kneeling in front of her. The thrilling sensations that had turned her legs to jelly were also causing her head to spin. Emily switched boobs and evened up the incarcerated woman's nipples so they were both standing out like one inch red pegs. Sitting back on her haunches to admire her work she sighed "Sarah was right you got some awesome tits sweetie!" When the kneeling deputy grasped the waistband of her panties Heather lifted her hips automatically to assist in the removal. The officer's hanging boobs made contact with her thighs and the seated woman got chills as the rubbery pegs of the deputy's nipples combined with the hard gold inserts to drag along the sensitive flesh inches from the root of her arousal. After threading the underwear over the pedicured feet and dropping them Emily pushed prisoner's knees apart and feasted her eyes on the milky vulva. The separating of her legs threw the seated woman's balance off and she collapsed backward, held up by straight arms locked at the elbow. The cop inhaled deeply through her nose savoring the rich musk. She put one hand on each side of the hot pink quim and hooked her thumbs in the spongy outer labia. Pulling outward the tendrils of milky secretions stretched across the opening before breaking under the tension. With minimal force the prepuce retracted exposing the jelly bean sized clit glowing pearly pink at the top of the yawning folds. "Oh shit ... you've got an amazing huge clit too" Emily complimented. "Sarah told me how big it is and I didn't believe her ... but MY GOD its ... its..." Emily never finished. The poor naked woman on the cot wanted to scream; to plead, to beg what ever it took to get the woman on the floor to do something more than move the hood back and forth by pulling on her outer lips. Her head was swimming and another part of her was asking what she was doing in jail with a Sheriff's deputy inches from her exposed and oh so wet womanhood. That part, the part that was still an upstanding citizen of Rawlins Wyoming was trying to be heard but physiology trumped intellect every time. She'd deal with her conscience later right now sexual release was her only priority. Margaret Baker was able to do last minute coaching in spite of the horrendous driving conditions. The wipers were on max and still the water poured down the windshield in sheets. The defogger was also on full blast as the busty cactus farmer peered out at the familiar and thankfully straight road into town. "Remember Caitie, what Abbey said ... you need to be coy ... do you know what that means?" The youngster thought she did but as they were minutes from the moment of truth her confidence began to fade a little. "Can you explain it to me again" the girl asked ready to gobble up any pearls of wisdom. "I think it used to come naturally to you, I'm just afraid you may have left some of it behind in the last day or two." Peggy said as they rolled fairly slowly down the main street water shooting out in wide sheets from under the fenders. They didn't call it a 'gulch' for nothing. "The way you reacted when I ... um ... accidentally came into the washroom when you and your mom were showering ... do you remember?" That scene along with several others was etched clearly in her mind, but she took a moment to get the feel of the situation back. It happened less than thirty hours ago. She recalled her embarrassment, covering up as much of her nakedness as she could in modesty... 'Miz Baker's right where did my modesty go?' She made the comparison between that situation and this afternoon with Abbey, and later during the fashion show. Very different she deduced. "Think about the way you were with me ... uh in the ... uh tub" it was hard for the weather besotted driver to get the words out because she was remembering the event even as she was asking her pupil to recall it. The memory was making her pussy uncomfortably hot. Caitlin again applied herself to the lesson trying her very best to feel the way she'd felt then. The nervousness, the fear even; unsure of what was going to happen whether what she was doing was alright, feeling very vulnerable, all the emotions and thoughts came flooding back. She could also remember turning the corner; the moment of clarity when miz Baker was carrying her down the hall to the bedroom. How she had to find something, someway, in spite of her age and inexperience to help her mother. The pickup truck was starting up the hill on the far side of town when the rain ended as suddenly as it had begun. One minute it was coming down in sheets, and the next it was just huge widely scattered drops before it stopped altogether. The last rays of the sun shone over the hill, and as if it were an omen, the light went on in Caitie's head at about the same moment. 'If I'd known in the bath what I figured out on the way to the bedroom, but still acted the way I did in the bath ... that was being coy.' It sounded a little convoluted but it made sense to her. She decided to try her definition on the now relaxed and relieved driver. "So I act really shy and modest and pretend I don't know anything, but all the time I'm planning to let her do what she wants ... as long as she promises to get mom out of jail" Caitlin proposed. "You got it sweetheart! That's it exactly." Peggy congratulated and would have loved to be able to hug the bright little girl. Brenda Carlyle called her clerk's cell phone. Mary Ellen answered immediately. "Where are you? Everything OK?" the Sheriff asked. "Everything is fine ... I'm about twenty miles from the Utah border. I'll be in Salt Lake by just after nine ... Don't worry boss I won't let ya down" "That's great honey" 'she really is a good kid' Brenda thought. "Don't forget to get numb-nuts ... what's-his-name..." "Hank Logan" the clerk prompted from the speeding vehicle. "Yeah, don't forget to get him to sign the receipt for the car ... then find yourself a fax machine and send it direct to Susan Connelly at the Public Defenders Office in Wells" Sheriff Carlyle repeated the instructions to her assistant for at least the fifth time. Mary Ellen listened patiently thinking 'she maybe going senile but I'm not'. "You got the number." "Sure do ... right here handy" the plump twenty something tried to keep the annoyance out of her voice. "OK ... well safe driving. I'll probably call you before I turn in." 'Oh Jesus' the speeding woman thought 'How many times I am gonna have to do this before I get to Rawlins?' "OK boss ... you know where to find me ... uh, well ... sort of" she giggled and closed her phone. Brenda was feeling very smug. She glanced at the clock; ten to seven. In a few minutes a delectable treat was going to arrive. The treat was going to want assurances before surrendering her treasures and according to the report from her assistant she was 'paid in full' and 'good to go'. With the car back in the registered owner's possession, and a document to prove it, the case against the girl's mother would be thrown out in a Nevada minute. The rainbow didn't end at the Carlyle modern wedge shaped house tucked into the hillside. It sort of spanned it; as though defining a portal. Margaret Baker rolled the truck to the end of the drive and put it in park. She kissed the teenager on the forehead and said "Good luck sweetie ... I'll wait here until you're inside." Peggy had no fears or regrets. She knew from first hand experience that Sheriff Carlyle was a good teacher, if a little choosey when it came to the age and experience level of her pupils. The pickup's driver realized that she could catch glimpses of the round firm derriere snuggly encased in the white cotton panties as the teenager in the artificially shortened kilt climbed the stairs. Her pussy groaned having already been primed by reliving the bathroom scene. 'Maybe we went a little too far with the skirt' she was thinking as the door opened. Brenda was wearing a black satin floor length robe. 'Can't be the same one she wore with me ... that was twenty five years ago.' Margaret recalled the sensual feel of the fabric on her skin and shuddered. The one the Sheriff had worn the night she introduced her to the world of Sapphic love had wide floppy sleeves and a hood. The one she was wearing now looked identical. 'Maybe it's like a costume she uses ... sort of a fetish' the cactus farmer theorized as she dropped the truck into reverse. Oyster Gulch's top cop nodded in the direction of the pickup and smiled broadly as she ushered the teen inside and closed the door. |