2 comments/ 28485 views/ 9 favorites Anxious By: jasliz I just turned twenty-one. I tell you that not because I'm considered old enough to drink now but because that was the date I told my boyfriend, Sam, I wanted to wait until before having sex. I've been denying him real sex for two years now. That's not to say we don't do other stuff. I doubt he would have kept dating me if I didn't do anything. Most the time I suck his dick or use my hand until he cums to satisfy him. He plays with my breasts and I let him finger my pussy and even my little bum hole. We do 69 a lot and he says he loves to eat my pussy and finger me. But up to now his penis has never been inside of me down there. That's all about to change tonight, I'm sure, because my time is up. I'm twenty-one and out of excuses. I'm a little nervous, but excited at the same time. I mean... I love how his fingers feel when he plays with my clitoris and then penetrates me with one or two of his fingers; even in the ass it feels good. But his fingers are much smaller than his penis. When I suck Sam off his width and length sometimes hurt my mouth. Even when I use my hand I can't touch my big finger and thumb around his middle. He's that wide, so the idea of him putting something that large down there makes me somewhat uneasy. Of course he told me he would go as slow as possible, so not to hurt me, but even then I have a feeling it's going to hurt regardless. I'm worried I won't go through with it and he'll get mad and possibly do something bad to me. He's a nice guy and all, I've just been denying him so long that I'm afraid of what he'll do if I don't let him. I've considered sucking him really good and making him cum fast so he won't want to or won't be able to have sex but I don't know if that will work. He might not let me finish him off or even if I do, I'm pretty sure he can get hard again rather quickly. Then if he has cum once I've heard it will take longer the second time. Longer inside me isn't something I want, at least not the first time. It's really a miracle I'm still a virgin at twenty-one in the first place. I guess my talent at blowjobs and handjobs paid off. I've learned to love giving them and apparently it's something that some girls won't do. Which doesn't make sense to me at all. Who wouldn't want to suck on a guy's hard dick? It seems so natural to me. I love the texture in my mouth, the ridges of the head where it meets the shaft. The veins, the pulsing blood I can feel with my lips and tongue. It gets me wet just thinking about it. Maybe it's the salty taste and thick pre-cum the other girls don't like but I love it. I like to make it as messy as I can and coat his dick with my saliva and his pre stuff. The wetter the better really. I can usually get Sam to cum in less than a minute if I want, but that takes all the fun out of it. I like bringing him close to climax and then delaying it until he's begging to cum. The longer I tease him like that the more he ejaculates. Some days he absolutely covers me in the stuff, which causes problems with my hair and makeup so I've learned to move him to my breasts or try and swallow it all. Swallowing it all is difficult, especially if he is really excited. I don't know about other guys but Sam's quantity is more than I can handle most days. Anyway, he's coming over to my place any minute and the only thing we have planned tonight is sex. Yep, no dinner, no movie, no nothing, just sex. That's all he wants to do. I guess I can't exactly blame him. We started dating when I was nineteen. He tried to get into my pants on the third date so I had to think fast and distract him before it went too far. Grabbing his hard dick did just the trick. He seemed very content with me stroking it. That's when I learned how big it was, and is kind of the reason I made the twenty-one rule. I didn't think we'd still be together this long. I mean I was only nineteen how was I supposed to know it would last two more years. That third date, when I grabbed his dick for the first time, was the beginning. I knew if I didn't make him cum some way he would want to have sex so I ended up stroking him until he exploded onto his own stomach and chest. That was also the first time I'd seen so much cum before. It just kept spurting out all over him, big long ropes of white cum like squeezing a tube of toothpaste several times until it's empty. The next date he expected to have sex for sure. I mean the third date he gets a handjob why wouldn't he expect sex? That was when I came up with making him wait until I was twenty-one. He wasn't very happy about that so to make him okay with the idea I sucked him off for the first time. Let's just say I had to wash my hair twice to get all of his semen out of it. I think he came more than the time before. I meant to break it off with him after that, but there was something about him that kept me interested and saying yes when he asked me out again. Now after two years I've fallen madly in love with him and wouldn't want it to end ever. Another reason why I'm worried about tonight. I know I have to go through with it or risk losing him. The anticipated knock on my door comes. He's here. It's now or never. I open the door to a grinning school boy. He looks so excited it's almost comical. "Hey, you're early," I say. "Yeah, I drove fast," he replies. "Are you sure you don't want to eat first or see a movie?" "Positive, and you know why, Jill." "Yeah, two years, yada yada. I know... I'm finally twenty-one; you've been waiting for this day forever. Except it's my birthday... don't I deserve dinner? A present? At least. I mean you're acting like this is your birthday," I say, narrowing my eyes for effect. "After... we can do whatever you want after." "Yeah sure, if I can walk... after." "Oh come on, you're not going to start that again. I promised to go slow, you'll be fine." "Really? And you know that how? In case you forgot you're fucking huge and look at me I'm five foot nothing and ninety-eight pounds. You'll probably rip me in half." He didn't respond. He actually looked like he was getting angry. I might have taken my nervousness too far and pissed him off. "I fucking knew it! I knew you would do this. I hoped you wouldn't but I was wrong," he says, turning to leave. I hadn't even asked him inside yet. He was still in the hallway of my apartment building. "No! Wait, Sam. Don't go. I'm sorry. Come in. I'll stop complaining. I promised and a promise is a promise," I say to get him to stop. He pauses in the hall, slowly turns and walks back. I open the door wide and let him pass into my living room. He stops in the center and turns back to me as I shut the door. He's dressed in his standard jeans and a t-shirt. He didn't even dress up for the occasion. Probably because he wasn't planning on staying dressed for long. I on the other hand had done myself up like prom. Curled my hair, had my nails done, and was even wearing my cutest sundress. The one that is so short if I bend over even a little my butt cheeks show. He loves it, says it drives him nuts to see me in it. It accentuates everything about my body. Even my small breasts seem bigger in it. "I got all dressed up?" I say coyly. "Yeah, I notice. You look phenomenal, and you know what that dress does to me." "I do. That's the reason I wore it. I really want to do this, Sam, I'm just anxious is all. The first time is scary for a girl." "I know. I don't know how to make you feel more comfortable though. I mean... I can't make my dick smaller. It is what it is. All the shit talk about having a big dick isn't what it's cracked up to be. Most the time it's just annoying and frustrating." I have to giggle at that, "Bigger isn't better, huh?" I say. "Not in this case. With you anyway." I walk over to him, stand on my tippy toes and kiss him. He's almost a foot taller than me so he has to bend over, when I raise up, to kiss me when we are standing. He keeps his arms to his side, instead of wrapping them around me. I know he's still hesitant and mad at me. I decide I have to suck it up and just do this thing. Taking his hand I pull him toward my bedroom. I let him go, as he steps in, and walk to my bed. Slowly I bend over, putting my hands on my bed and crawl up on it while looking at his reaction over my shoulder. You see, I'm not wearing any panties and my ass and pussy are in full view since the sun dress is so short. His reaction is exactly what I was hoping for. First surprise, followed by a huge grin. I'm pretty sure he's not mad at me anymore. "You like? I shaved fresh this morning. I'm as smooth as a baby's butt," I say with a smile. "Me likey very much," he responds. "See, I've thought about it. It's not like I don't want to, Sam." "From the look of your lips you've been thinking quite a bit." "Well, don't just stand there, do something about it." He takes one giant step to the bed. I'm still kneeling on it with my ass in the air. He grabs my hips, pushing the sundress even further up, over my hips. I watch in anticipation as he lowers his head, licking my spine, down my back. His tongue continues over the crack of my ass, to my apparently wet lips. The rush of pleasure that engulfs me, when he opens me up with his tongue, takes my breath away, leaving me sputtering for air. He's had a lot of practice eating me, since that's pretty much all I've let him do. So needless to say he knows what gets me going. I push back on his face, wanting his tongue deeper in my slit. He feeds his tongue as deep as he can into my tight virgin hole, making me moan. I lay my head on my pillow, keeping my butt up in the air for him to continue licking. It doesn't take long before he adds a finger, skillfully bending it right where I like it while licking my tiny asshole. The anticipation of this night has me turned on more than ever before. I'm really hoping that's a good thing and I'll be able to adjust to his girth and length when the time comes. Whimpering in the pillow he continues to finger and lick both my holes until I scream with my climax. The noise is muffled by the pillow I'm holding onto like a vise but not by much. The contractions cause my hips to fall to the bed, and he is forced to stop. Once I gain some capacity back, I roll over and smile at him. I can feel my nipples pressing out on the dress, he really got me going and by the huge bulge in his jeans I know he liked it as well. "Wow, I'm really wet," I say. "Yes, you are," he returns, wiping his face. My eyes leave his, descending his form to the bulge in his pants. He knows what I'm looking at, it's impossible to hide. I bite my lip; he undoes his top button, then his zipper, letting his jeans fall to the floor. His enormous member is sticking out of the top of his underwear; the head is shiny with pre-cum. Before he pulls them down he removes his shirt. I bite my lip even harder. Remember when I told you there was something about him that kept me saying yes in the beginning. Well one of those things is his looks. He's gorgeous. He looks like an Abercrobmie & Fitch catalogue guy for hell sakes. Perfectly sculpted chest and abs and his piercing eyes melt me when he stares. His blond wavy hair is thick and he always keeps it nice for me. I'm a sucker for a body like his, but I'm not that shallow. I love him for everything else as well, promise. His shirt hits the ground; he kicks off his shoes, steps out of his pants and climbs on the bed toward me. His tongue travels from my left foot up my entire body to only stop where my dress is waded up on my stomach. Shivers attack my body, causing my nipples to harden once again. He helps me out of the dress, throwing it on the ground with his clothing. Our lips meet, then tongues in a passion filled kiss. He lowers his bottom half on top of mine. His large member presses onto my pubic mound, stimulating my already engorged clitoris. It's so big it feels like a large sausage between our bodies. After the kiss he nuzzles my neck, sending more chills through my body until his warm mouth envelopes my right nipple, causing me to arch into his penis. He presses down meeting my advances, smashing my clitoris further. I can feel his underwear on my wet lips; I'm probably soaking them with my excitement. "I'm ready, Sam." I whisper in his ear. He nibbles on my breast, driving me crazy, but still not moving to remove his underwear. He is taking it slow, almost too slow. By the time he finally uses his left hand to pull his shorts off I'm about ready to scream I want him so bad. He kicks them to the ground and lowers his naked body onto mine. The sensation is totally different, nothing between us but flesh. He's still too high to enter me, but I can feel his hard throbbing member on my pussy and the sensation makes me wild with want. "Now, Sam, take me now," I say grabbing his hair in my hands. My legs can't get wider but I do bring them up toward me, hoping that will open me up more. He moves back and I feel the head of his penis slide down over my lips to the bottom of my pussy. Our eye's lock on each other, he moves forward, I feel him spread the lips open and then the pressure begins. He stops, realizing the same thing. My heart rate increases, pounding in my chest as my worry and fears return. It doesn't feel like he can fit, almost like he's in the wrong spot, but I know he's not. I put on a brave face. Convincing him I'm okay and telling him with my eyes to keep going. He slowly moves forward, the pressure increases, something has to give and I know what will happen when it does. He doesn't move though, doesn't press the last ounce of force needed to enter me. My heart is racing now, my chest heaving. The pressure on my body becomes uncomfortable, I know I have to make the final push; he's too worried about hurting me. But it's inevitable. Rising slightly I place my hands on his hips, hold my breath and pull him into me. Something pops within my body, followed by a sharp pain; I cry out but silence it quickly. I feel him enter me. The sensation is a fullness I've not experienced. The sharp pain begins to subside and now is just a slight burn. I realize I have shut my eyes and have yet to let the air out of my lungs besides the small yelp. When I open, Sam is staring down at me with major concern on his face. He hasn't moved a muscle since I pulled him into me. He doesn't say a word; the worry in his eyes says everything. I feel my body trying to adjust to the large shaft, quivering around the foreign object. The pain has become a throb with each beat of my heart. Along with it, is pleasure. My clitoris is still erect, pulsing at the same time as the throb. I don't think his entire penis is inside of me, probably just half of it. He's too freaked out to move either way. "I'm fine. It's getting better," I say. "You sure? You don't look fine." "It had to be done, Sam. Really, it's feeling good," I lie. It doesn't really hurt anymore; it's just uncomfortable as big as he is. My hands are still on his hips and I notice, when I look down, that I have made deep indentions from my fingernails into his skin. Easing up my grip, I urge him to move, pulling him further inside of me. The fullness increases and I stop him, pushing him back. The movement causes a slight burn to return, as he slides over my damaged hymen. The friction also stimulates my clitoris, blending into pain and pleasure. A very odd sensation, another first. His expression changes as he moves slowly, I can see the pleasure it is causing in his face. I'm hoping it's good enough to get him off quickly. He begins to move on his own, without any coaxing from me. My hands leave his hips, falling to the bed where I grasp the sheet until my hands hurt. Each thrust is deeper, faster and I go numb. There's an odd buzzing in my head, my body seems strangely buoyant. My eyes blur, making it hard to focus on Sam above me. He's penetrating to deep and it feels like he's going to come out my throat. I don't want to stop him; I can tell he's getting close. He makes the same noises when I'm sucking him. I lose track of time, or how many times he thrusts in and out. Suddenly he's no longer in me, which is a very strange sensation in of itself. Hot cum splatters my stomach all the way to my breasts as he strokes his shiny member over my body. It's then I notice what's making his penis shiny, it's a mixture of my vaginal fluid and blood, making his head and shaft pinkish. He tries to hide it but it's too late, I know he's damaged me, but how bad? The throbbing hasn't gone away, even with his member out of me, if anything it's increased since nothings stimulating my clitoris now. The worry returns to his face. I can't move because I'm covered in cum, and I hurt. Smiling up at him I say, "Go get me a towel to clean up, sweetie." He half smiles back, but doesn't hide his worry. His eyes train down my body and when they fall between my legs he looks horrified. Before I can comment he jumps of the bed and practically runs out of the room, returning quickly with a towel. Instead of cleaning off the semen he presses the towel on my pussy, like he's trying to stop something. "You're bleeding pretty badly. It's all over the bed," he says. The ache is getting worse. I'm confident I won't be able to walk to the bathroom. I'm afraid to even move for fear of shaper pain. "Can you run some water for a bath and come back and carry me?" I ask. "Sure, good idea," he says, hurrying back out of my room. I hold the towel in place, afraid to do much more than that. I hear the water running. The semen is cooling off, making me chill and shiver. It looks like it was a good thing we didn't plan anything other than sex tonight. I'm not going to be up for anything else... maybe for a day or two. Sam rushes back into the room. He hasn't bothered putting any clothing on. His penis has fallen soft again and I can see the dried cracked blood mixture coating his penis. The thought of what it might have done to me makes me nauseous and I take deep breaths to calm myself. My insides are throbbing and I'm really looking forward to the warm soothing water. "Okay, I got the water running. I will just be a minute or two." I smile up at him. He looks like a frightened little boy, but his concern shows me that he really loves me. I know I'm going to be fine, sore yes, but eventually just fine. Hopefully in the near future I'll grow to love the size of his dick, just not today. The End Anxious Deputy and Smiling Sheriff Over the long head table in the Blue Room of the Holiday Inn, west in Dallas, Texas, hung a huge Banner. WELCOME MEMBERS OF THE S.S.S.C. it blared in brilliant red, white, and blue. The Southern States Sheriff's Conference was in its second day and some boring little twit from Memphis, Tennessee was blabbing something about the latest Techniques in firearm identification. That is, Deputy Sheriff William Taylor would have been bored, had he been listening. But Bill was not listening. He was busily trying to suppress a broad grin from spreading across his face. He was pleased with himself at the foolproof plan he had engineered for later this evening. For three, long four-year terms he had waited for this night. Waited hoped and secretly worked for the defeat of Sheriff Mosley Jackson. But the stupid lazy people of Crawford County voted for Brown over and over, despite the riches the fat slob raked in from the graft and corruption that infected his office. Well, this would be the end of that! How fine the golden letters would look on the Sheriff's door when it was his name emblazoned there. Emblazoned! He loved that word. He had read it in a Max Brand novel and had immediately created a mental picture of that door. Soon it would all be his. His clever plan was coming to pass. Sure, of course, at first he would be 'acting' sheriff, but he was a shoo-in to be elected after the 'temporary' period. Everyone knew, everyone accepted that he was the right man for the job. And tonight would be the night. Tonight, Sheriff Samuel Mosley Jackson would die! Mose Jackson had lobster and Porterhouse for lunch. Bill grabbed a burger at the local "Stop and Chaw". In the beginning The fat pig had tried to prevent him from attending the conference, but he had gone over the sheriff's head and gotten permission from he county board. Provided, of course, that he pay his own expenses. And lately, because of the plan, he had been more broke than usual. Though it had cost him most of his retirement money, he considered it an investment. After it was over, HE would be the one making all the great deals, raking in the cash. Immediately after lunch, Bill made his way to the room next to his, where the sheriff was, most likely, having his afternoon snooze. It brought him a small twinge of pleasure to knock louder than necessary. "Sheriff Jackson," he yelled loudly. Finally the door opened a crack. "Yeah Billy Boy, what is it?" "Sorry to . . . uh . . . disturb you sir, but I have to talk to you. It's very important." "Well Billy boy, come in. You come right on in. I allays got time ta talk ta one a ma depitys." Mose Jackson stretched out on the king sized bed, pudgy hands linked over his enormous belly. His colorful red-and blue cowboy boots with the silver caps on the toes made a deep impression on the cheap chenille bed spread. "Now. What kin I do fer ya" "It's about the Crawford case, sir," Bill said. "Er you still thumpin' that ole mule? Why thet case's so cold the best coon dog in the county couldn't sniff it out." "Well, sir, I've got a theory about the case and some evidence. I thought you might listen to it and tell me what you think." "Well, git to it then. Reckon it caint hurt none ta talk." "I think that old man Crawford was offed by his son. He sure as hell has motive enough, all that money laying around. And everybody knew they didn't get along." "Now you lookee here, Billy boy. Ya jus caint go pokin' no finger at a man like thet. Ain't ya got a bit a sense? He'd have yer hide nailed ta the courthouse door inside a two minutes if ya came at him with acoosations like thet." "But, but sir, I know he did it. I have even found the murder weapon. It's registered to the Cawford kid and it was thrown in Thompson creek." "Now look, kid, smarten up! No jury in Crawford county is gonna jail a Crawford no matter what you think he did." The sheriff's voice had lost that phoney "down home" quality he used to disarm everyone. "You will never get to be sheriff of anything if you insist on doing stupid things like accusing a Crawford of anything." "Now look. We're at a convention here. All them fancy speeches and such, (the dialect returned), well, they is jes fer the show. We are really here ta have us a good ol' time. Now why donja jes simmer down. Go out tanight and git ya some a that good ol' Dallas poontang. You'll feel better about the whole thing in the mornin'. "Here! The sheriff struggled mightily, but finally reached the wallet in his back pocket. He handed Bill a fifty dollar bill. "But Sir. I can't I mean we cant just let. . ." The sheriff interrupted. "Deputy Taylor! I run this department and I will continue to run it until I am in my grave. And maybe even after that. Haw Haw Haw. I say we are dropping the case and so we are. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," Bill said, his face bright red. He was halfway to the door when he whirled on the sheriff. "No, you look you fat old slob." I've got the goods on the Crawford kid and I am gonna nail him. I'll be the most famous lawman in the country. I am going to get him and no one can stop me. Especially you. Rafe Tolliver just broke out of the state pen, shall we say, with a little help from a friend. He knows just where to find you There's nothing you can do to stop it. It's all set." Bill didn't tell the sheriff that he had filed the firing pin off of the fat pig's service automatic, but he would find out. Boy would he find out. Big Mose Jackson looked startled for a moment, but quickly recovered and laughed in Bill's face. "Ha. Ha. Ha. I ain't skeered a Rafe Tolliver and I sure as hell ain't skeered a you ya little pissant. When we gits back ta Crawford County, the first thing I'm gonna do is fire ya! Then I'm gonna kick yer pukey ass. Now git otta here for I changes ma mind and kicks it rat now." For the next few hours Bill worried. Maybe he shouldn't have told the sheriff anything. Maybe the old man would call in the Dallas Police and surround the place or something. Naw, he didn't think so. The sheriff was the type to handle it himself. What if Rafe got careless and got picked up? No! Everything would be fine, great, he couldn't fail. The key was the girl. Ah yes, the girl. He knew that ol' fat ass would never be able to resist the girl. He laughed out loud at the thought of Mose with that beautiful young thing. The grand it had cost him was well worth it. When this was all over, he might try a taste of that himself. See! He told himself he was already thinking like a sheriff. *** *** *** That evening, Samuel Mosley Jackson sat at the bar in the air-conditioned Plantation lounge of the Dallas Holiday Inn, sipping on his favorite drink, Comfort and Coke. After four or five he began to feel pretty darn good. He smiled as he remembered his "talk" with that stupid young Billy Boy this afternoon. "What a fool that boy was! Arrest Jim Crawford! Ridiculous!" Mose's eye was caught immediately when she strolled in. "Man what a looker! Built like a brick shit house. And man, them legs, whew, they went all the way up!" His broad round face split with a grin when she plunked down at the bar, two stools away, crossed her gorgeous legs and smiled. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she sipped on some fancy green drink. He waited 'til she was nearly finished before he spoke up. "Howdy ma'am," he intoned, tipping his huge hat. "Pleasin' Night ta night ain't it?" "I find it a trifle warm myself," the blond replied. "Class," Mose thought to himself. "Real class!" "Kin I buy ya a drink," he asked politely. "Well . . . In the middle of the long pause Mose though for a second that he had blown it by moving too fast, but she finally replied. "All right. Why not." Mose was about to rise and move to the stool next to her, when, to his surprise, she stood and faced him directly. "I really detest sitting on bar stools. Would you mind terribly if we moved to that quaint little booth over there?" "Sho' 'Nuff," Mose said, bowing and laughing. "Lead on little lady." After they had been seated and served, he discovered that her name was Linda Morgan and she was from Chicago. "Samuel Mosely Jackson at yer service ma'am," he introduced himself, thinking of a few ways of servicing her. Not that The sheriff was fooled, she was a pro all right. He hadn't been sheriff all these years without bein' able to spot a hooker in a dog's fart. But still, "class", he told himself, "a class hooker." "Mosta ma frens call me Mose." he added. "Well, then I shall surely call you Mose, my friend. What brings you to Dallas, Mose?" "I'm here with the Sheriff's convention, ma'am." "Are you a sheriff, then, Mose?" Mose only nodded and smiled., his big grand winning friendly sheriff smile. You must have to do some very exciting and important, and even dangerous things, Mose?" "Sometimes," Mose drawled. "Mos'ly it's jes picking up drunks and bustin' up stills." "I'll bet you are just the modest type, sheriff. I'll bet you've done some very exciting things." Mose's pants suddenly got too tight in the crotch, for as she said 'exciting' she placed her hand atop his where it lay on the table. Mose responded by placing his huge ham of a hand over hers. By the end of the next drink, their knees were touching under the table and Mose could barely speak over the lump in his throat. At two A.M., Bill took up his place in the alcove near the ice machine, about twenty-five feet from the door of the girl's room. Rafe would be arriving any time now. At almost exactly 2:30, the pig sheriff would be emerging from Linda's room, as per Bill's monetary arrangement with her. He would have the surprise of walking straight into Rafe's smoking 44. He'd be even more surprised when his own pistol refused to fire. Bill had a surprise for the other man, too, for he would shoot Rafe down as he reached for his payment. Everyone would see that he had been only a moment too late in trying to save the sheriff from revenge killing by that dreadful ex-con he had put away five years earlier. It would be close enough to make him a hero and a shoo-in to be the next sheriff. It took all Bill's self-control to keep from laughing out loud. His hour of triumph was now almost at hand. His palms were sweaty and his breath came in short gulps. From his current vantage point he would even be able to watch!. A sudden blinding pain struck Bill beneath his ribs on his right side! He reached for his service revolver, but his arm seemed unwilling to obey his brain's command. He spiraled in a gentle pirouette as he slumped to the floor, his red life ebbing out onto the loud print hotel carpet. Above him he heard the mocking drawl of Mose Jackson. "Ya shudda known better, boy. Ya shudda known ya cuddent beat ol' Mos, and ya shudda known ya cuddent outspend the Crawford kid. All that money, all that influence. Ya cudda been successful and rich and happy, but ya hadda be so fricken SMART." "But your gun,". . . firing pin. . ." "yeah, well ya stupid little dipshit. Donja know I check ma gun near bout 20 times a day. Looks like I gotat clean it one more time today . ### ### ### "It's a damn shame, tha's what it is," Sheriff Samuel Mosley Jackson said to the members of the press assembled in his lush office. Standing next to Mose, his hand on the sheriff's shoulder as a sign of firm support, stood David Crawford, scion of the Crawford family which had done so much to drag Crawford county out of the barren Texas wilderness, and a shoo-in for the job of County Commissioner in the upcoming elections. "A downright shame. A young officer like that, cut down in the prime of his life. We know that the young deputy was shot by a 32 revolver, formerly used in a series of crimes by one Raphael, 'Rafe', Tolliver, who has recently escaped from Mason State Prison and was last seen heading south to Mexico. All the resources available to the Crawford County Sheriff's department will be aimed at bringing this dastardly felon to justice. "In addition, William Taylor's name will be added to the monument in front of this building, dedicated to the brave officers who have given their lives in the cause of justice. He will also be awarded posthumously, the Medal of Valor, the highest award our state can bestow." Anxious Pool Fun Of all the women who I’ve slept with over the years, almost all of them needed to be wooed, cajoled, persuaded and – in the extreme – inebriated before I could have a chance of getting into their pants. It would usually take all the charm and raw sexual magnetism I could muster and then some before I could even start unbuttoning their shirt, though that’s what I expect the guy has to do. But like I said, almost all the women I’ve slept with, save one. Being a 23 year old guy, and in relative good shape, thanks to all the water polo I play, you wouldn’t think that it would be too hard for me to get a shag, or at least a date with the prospect of a shag. But sometimes it just takes too much time, effort, and that dreaded thing – commitment – before I can even think about taking my pants off. That perspective changed pretty quickly when I met Bec. Bec was a friend of a teammate of mine, who also played on the women’s water polo team of the same uni. I’d seen her a couple of times at comps and thought she was a bit of a horn bag, but never really found the opportunity to put the moves on her, until my teammate introduced us. Being a water polo player meant that she was muscular in all the right places, but was also well endowed, since polo players have got usually a lot more meat on them than regular swimmers. At the age of twenty, she was pretty tall, about three inches shorter than me – about five-nine – but with legs up to her throat, and breasts large and perky enough to guarantee that I hardly wanted to look at her face. She also had a firm and shapely ass that I just dreamt of hanging onto while she gyrated on top of me. Now, I’m not saying she was a super model or anything – being an athlete meant she wasn’t exactly feminine all the time, and since she was fairly tall, she was a bit gangly, to put it plainly, but that didn’t matter much. Throw in with all that an almost identical resemblance to Michelle Timms – with short, bleached blonde hair and a confident, wicked grin – and you can see why this story may be worth telling. Bec was a wild one, to put it simply. All the time she’s spent around the guys at training had taught her to be ballsy and confident, as well as smart enough to know that cleavage alone is enough to bend most guys to her will, which she took frequent advantage of. And yes, it was the one look at her cleavage that made me start to hope that I’d be taken advantage of as soon as possible. So after meeting her, I basically went into ‘work it’ mode and tried intently, and obviously, to get her to fancy me but since I thought that she was a bit of a tease, I had myself set for the long haul. But to my surprise, after a couple of weeks of the occasional meeting and chat over drinks, I got a call from her inviting me over to her house for a swim, with enough of an alluring tone in her voice to make me think I might not need my boardies. But when I arrived at her house, the half wood I was working on disappeared without a trace when she opened her door and I saw her parents sitting in the lounge room. Bec was an only child, and as such I felt that her parents had plenty of time to keep an eye on her, so when I said hello I tried desperately to look like just a friend, and not like some guy who’d expected to be making their daughter scream like an animal as soon as he got through the door. Feeling dejected, Bec led me to the pool out the back and we jumped in. After a short time, she started to swim close to me, and though I wasn’t sure at the time, I thought that she was intentionally brushing her body against my dick. “You don’t look happy to be here,” she pouted as she again rubbed past my crotch. “I’m happy, just not as happy as I thought I’d be,” I replied a bit suggestively, a thin ray of hope still remaining in my mind. She put her arms around me and hugged me close to her bikini-clad breasts, her erect nipples calling me to suck on them. She whispered into my ear, “maybe you’ll be happier once I’ve sucked your cock.” My eyes almost exploded out of her head. I hadn’t expected her to say that, much less put it that way, but I was sure at that point that she definitely understood the male mind. I was rock hard before her hands touched the waistband of my shorts, but my hard on wavered when I quite clearly saw both her parents through the nearby kitchen window. My look of apprehension didn’t stop Bec from submerging under the water and removing my shorts. For a split second, fear took over and I tried to pull her back up, but as I felt the cool sensation of the water replaced by the warmth of her mouth, I was too happy to care. How I didn’t come in her mouth straight away was a miracle, and I continued to think that as I watched her head bobbing up and down on my cock through the rippling water. I was in absolute heaven, though I again caught a glimpse of her parents through the window. Now, being a swimmer, Bec could hold her breath for a long time, but with feeling of her warm mouth sucking my cock against the feel of the cool water on the rest of my body, as well the anxiety of her parents possibly catching the look of ecstasy on my face, and just the fact alone that I was getting a blow job was enough to bring to climax in under thirty seconds. I blew my load into Bec’s eager mouth, and she continued to suck for a little while longer, just to make sure she’d got it all, as well as to prove how turned on she was. She reemerged with that wicked grin on her face, wiping at the corner of her mouth with her hand. “You’re a lot bigger than I thought you were,” she said mischievously, having had plenty of opportunities to see my equipment tucked into my polo speedos. I didn’t think that she was really as honest as she was pretending to be, but after just having blown my load into her mouth, I was too fired up to really care. I was going to be the aggressive one now, having regained my composure, and I wasn’t going to be satisfied until I had this horny bitch impaled on my cock and screaming for all she was worth. I pulled her close again, and turning her in the water so her back was to the house, I pulled her bikini up and began to suck on her erect, cherry red nipples. She groaned with pleasure as I sucked and nibbled, and her hand drifted to my quickly recovering dick. I could already begin to feel the blood surging back as she started to quickly jerk me off, while I continued to suck on her magnificent tits. Within seconds I was raging hard, and with a terrible lust driving me on, I reached beneath the water and pulled her bikini bottoms to one side and started to eagerly explore her warm and slippery cunt with my fingers. Her moaning became more audible as I probed her tight hole and rubbed lightly at her clit. Feeling that the moment was not far away, I began to rub the engorged tip of my cock against her cunt, while she tried desperately to stop the teasing by grinding down on top of me. “I swear if you don’t fuck me soon, I’ll go crazy,” she said in a guttural voice into my ear, which she then bit on hard. “But I thought you liked teasing,” I said confidently as I again rubbed my cock against her pussy. She arched her body back as a shot of pleasure ran through her, and she then looked back at me with fire in her eyes and an intent look on her face. “Fuck me now!” She almost screamed, loud enough that there was a good chance that it would carry to the house. Thinking that it would be only a matter of seconds before her father would be outside with a shotgun, blasting away at me, and that I couldn’t possibly get any more turned on – I can’t resist a woman who talks dirty - I threw caution to the wind, and in one quick motion, thrust my cock into Bec’s hungry pussy. “Oh…!” She began to scream again, but stopped as I jammed my tongue into her talented mouth. She clutched me close and kissed me back twice as hard as she started to grind down on me with her strong hips. I was cheering my own luck as I grabbed onto the ass that I’d been craving after for a good while, all the while thrusting with everything I had into her warm and slippery cunt. With all the built up frustration, anxiety and excitement, I was experiencing the most enjoyable sex I’d ever had, and I couldn’t believe both how tight and wet she was, considering how much sex I’m sure she’d had in her life. Without removing my dick, I drew her over to the built in steps of her pool so I could get some real purchase so I could fuck her even harder. She was obviously in agreement as she yelled “Yes, yes, yes – fuck me harder!” I couldn’t care less that she was probably putting it on a bit thick at that point, but at that stage I had to at least allow myself to believe that she was enjoying herself almost as much as I was. After another couple of minutes of hard fucking, watching her firm tits rocking back and forth as I pumped into her still slippery cunt, I knew I was getting close, and the look of both pleasure and expectation on Bec’s face hopefully meant that she was feeling the same. She stopped me suddenly by putting her hands on my chest, and looked at me with those eyes again as she clawed my chest. “Do you want to come in me?” She said in a demure voice that almost made me blow right there and then. I nodded so quickly I almost injured my neck. “Good, because I think I’m about to come so hard that I won’t be able to stand for a week. Now, I want you to fuck me from behind.” Who was I to argue with that! I pulled myself out of her, and I watched almost mesmerised as she turned and perched herself out of the water on the stair, with her gorgeous ass pointed right at me, her glistening and dripping cunt almost inviting me to finish her off. With a wicked look across her shoulder, she slowly and erotically pulled her bottoms all the way down, then rubbed softly at her soft labia. Within a second I was against her, and with a shaky hand, guided my tool into her. Re-entering her was almost as good as the first time, and knowing I was free to blow my load, I pumped with even more vigour. Within seconds Bec was bucking back against me with everything she had, undulating in a hugely sexy way, rubbing at one of her tits while she used her other hand to steady herself against the edge of the pool. “Oh yes, I love it like this! Fuck me!… I’m coming!!!” She yelled finally, her head snapping back so hard that it was like she was receiving an electric shock, the soft inner walls of her cunt squeezing me even harder. And on the next thrust I blew my load, every last drop, into her glorious cunt. All strength having been sapped, I slumped contentedly onto her back, and with an equally contented smile, she turned enough to give me a lingering kiss. After all that, my anxiety quickly returned, having fully realised what I’d just gotten away with, and I hastily looked at my watch and tried to form an acceptable excuse to get myself out of there without making Bec feel as if I’d just gotten out of her all that I’d wanted to. This turned out to be a lot more worry than was needed, as she said that it was probably time for me to go. Though a small part of me began to become outraged at the prospect of being used just for sex, I quickly came to my senses and discovered this was all I really wanted. Bec escorted me back through the house past her parents, who fortunately acted as if they were none the wiser to the fact that I’d just fucked their daughter. But for a second as I was leaving, I thought I saw a silent message pass between the stern eyes of her parents that they’d seen more than they were letting on to. However, I was just glad for the fact that I’d just gotten a commitment-free shag, survived with my balls intact, and that any retribution for the day’s events rested far more with Bec than they would with me. For that, I was very thankful.