3 comments/ 32060 views/ 1 favorites Sheriff Duffy By: ShawnMarcus Sherrif Duffy squirmed in his seat as the nubile brunette gyrated in front of him. There was only one other customer in the bar, closing time neared, and he had his head down on the bar, passed out or just relaxing. Duffy smiled and saluted the dancer wwith his glass and a smile. She looked him in the eye and smiled back. "Take a load off and have a seat," he shouted above the music level. She continued to smile and gladly took the seat next to him. "Name is Sadie, thanks, my hoofers are really tired at the end of the shift." Duffy signaled for a drink from the ready-to-close barkeep. He knew what to bring the dusky girl and she gulped the first few swallows greedily. Duffy admitted, "You really have great moves up there Sadie, I was turned on right away." "I could see it in your lap. Always good to see you still have it in you to turn guys on, especially experienced lookers." "You kind of remind of that 'Maniac' girl from a few years back, only with a better rack," he said. "I'd trade it a minute for Natalie's voice, she probably doesn't have to hump as many guys to make a decent living," she answered with a mock grumpy look. Laughing, he said "Yeah, and I bet she wishes she could shake her booty half as well as you do and she wouldn't have to shag the ones she does." Taking another pull on her drink she said "And it is a relief to know I don't need to put out for you in order to work here. Marci said you would show up tonight to help with closing but you were a regular guy. I assume you get compensation, but won't ask how." "You mean other police chiefs want sexual favors in order for you to dance?", he asked with disbelief. "Not just the chiefs, some times the whole department," Sadie explained. "Early in my short career, I had to service three guys and one gal in some backwater town, before they would okay my permit to dance." She paused to see how he was taking this all in. "And I'll bet the woman was the meanest, am I right?," he asked. "How did you know that? The guys each took about three minutes tops, but this skanky deputy bitch kept me handcuffed to a steering wheel for over an hour while she worked me over." Duffy said, "There is nothing crueler than another woman with a crank on against a pretty girl. This sounds like a story I need to hear." "The guys just wanted a quick climax at the office and took their turns but Tiffany made me go off with her in her patrol car." Sadie continued, "She parked behind the ball field, turned off the lights, computer and radio, and told me to strip. I offered to go down on her but she said we would wait until I got naked. I reluctantly stripped in the front seat of the patrol car, Tiffany throwing my clothes in the back seat as soon as I took them off." "I'll bet you were scared stiff," Duffy said. "Not as much as I should have been," Sadie exclaimed. "Right away, she made me put my hands behind my head while she shined her six cell on my boobs, nudging them ominously." "Bet you're pretty proud of these jigglers, aren't ya honey?" Tiffany queried. "Then she parked the flash on the dash and went to work with her fingers and nails on my nips," Sadie retold the story with a grimace. "She pulled and twisted with one hand while her nightstick was kept across my throat. I really started to sweat when she pulled out cuffs and fastened my wrists to the steering wheel." "Holy shit," Duffy said, "sounds like you ran into a mean spirited dyke" "Let's just say she and her nightstick conducted a very thorough search of all my cavities," Sadie continued. "Finally, she sat her pantsless butt on my face while she slapped my boobs red and pounded my pussy with her open hand. I was able to get her off with rapid tongue motion and she let me go, and took me back to the station. I made sure to avoid her the week I stayed in town." Sadie finished her drink and stood up. "Thanks for listening to my sad tale and for the drink, think I'll get dressed and head out" Duffy gulped the last from his own glass and walked over to the door marked 'Private.' He knocked and turned the knob, entering the darkened office. Marci didn't even notice as he approached the desk festooned with papers and ledgers. He put his hands on the back of her neck and began a gentle but firm massage. She turned and looked up at him with thanks in her eyes. "Ooh, I need that, keep up the good work, white boy." she smiled. "Anything to serve mistress Marci," Duffy replied. He showed up every Friday ostensively to protect the large bank deposit but he was there to make a deposit of his own. Marci had had trouble keeping her liquor license once her husband had run off with a dancer two years ago. Duffy had taken her back with the county board and now took her back every week. Marci had gotten used to the payoffs with her body, it kept her hormones in check and she could focus on raising her teen age daughter. She put the pencil down and leaned back in her chair, relishing the relaxing sensations. Duffy moved is hands to the front of her blouse and began to unbutton the front. Marci allowed her head to loll while his fingers pulled the shirt open. His fingers insinuated under her bra and gently stroked the smooth dark flesh. "Did you lock the door? I saw you chatting up the new girl, thanks for leaving her alone," Marci said. "If I didn't know what I had in here," he said as his hands enveloped her entire bosom, "I might have given her a line. I think yours are nicer." With this he renewed his massage efforts at her neck. "Hmmm, that sure does feel good," Marci expelled. "Work it a little further down, would you?" She obligingly leaned forward while his fingers walked on down her back. He unsnapped the bra and smoothed his broad, rough hands in caressing circles. She groaned with pleasure and put her head down on her arms on the desk. He worked her taut back, kneading the muscles, slowly letting his hands come around her ribcage, gently stroking under her dangling breasts. Marci stood then and turned to face Duffy. She took his head in her hands and gave him an appreciative kiss, full on the mouth. He opened his mouth and welcomed her in, offering his own tongue to duel with hers, darting quickly to her teeth. He let his hands fill with a skirt covered rump, cupping the full weight of each cheek. The couple ground their loins and breathed deeply of each other. Marci broke first and said, "Something got you all fired up, I may have to ask Sadie to stay an extra week." With that, she shrugged the blouse off and reached up to pull the bra down. "You really think these are nicer than Sadie's," she asked. She put her hands under each large globe and tweaked the nipples erect. "Her's show up on the stat sheet as 34 C. Pretty good size." "Yours have gravitas and shapeliness that can't be beat," he answered. He kissed each rigid flesh point as Marci shivered with delight. His teeth sawed the nubbins while she continued to mold each breast to his mouth. She pushed him back and said, "Whew, I don't know about you but I'm cracking a wet spot." Marci reached for her skirt zipper and pulled it down. Duffy began with his own clothes, shedding them while he watched. His shirt and Sam Browne belt preceded his shoes and pants. She waited in the pool of her skirt, moist spot showing clearly on the front of her satin panties. A smile teased her open mouth. He finally was bare and she gazed openly at his swollen member. "Where would you like it, big boy? " She said as her own panties were slowly rolled down and over her hips. She reached in the desk drawer and selected a foil pack from the box and handed it to him. Duffy stared at the voluptuous, nude woman before him as he rolled on the protective latex, never taking his eyes away. "It's been a while since we used the floor, how about the carpet right here?" Marci lowered to her knees, and then placed her hands behind her haunches as she splayed her legs out before him. Further reclining onto her elbows, she raised her knees up and out. Duffy dropped down between them and lowered his mouth to the proffered pudenda. He spread the thick hairs and nibbled at the labia hidden beneath. Marci collapsed on her back and arched her neck. Her hands reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up and off. "I can't take a lot of that, lover, she gasped. "But you can take a little more," he smiled and went back to task. She slapped the floor and rolled her hips up exhaling "Unnnggh!" Duffy rose up to his knees and scooted forward. He placed the knob of his prick into the hairy bush and probed, getting a gasp in reaction to his first penetration. "Oh God, give me more!" Duffy slowly worked more and more of his pulsating member into the warm folds of her pussy as Marci shuddered and writhed. When their pubic mounds met, Marci began to climax. Duffy wasn't far behind; he only got in a few rapid shoves and grunts before emptying his seed. He continued to pump while Marci vibrated and quivered her delight. "Lordy, we're like two teens that can't wait," Marci gasped. "I must have been anticipating that more than usual tonight. Thanks for the good ride, cowboy." "My pleasure, mam. I apologize for being a bit quick on the trigger myself." Duffy was putting his clothes back on when his radio sounded off. He took the call, an accident not far from the high school stadium. "Hope Tanya is not involved, call me when you find out, will you?" "You bet, Marci." Sheriff Duffy Ch. 02 Duffy drove the patrol car down to the high school stadium and saw the accident site, wreckers were pulliing away. His deputy, Miranda was just getting in her car. but got back out to come talk to him. "Mostly fender bender but they took the tourist woman to the regional to make sure she is alright. Hamlin's suv plowed into her side, kids are all okay. Laura and Tonya were in the front and both were strapped in, thankfully." "I'll call their moms and let them know," Duffy offered. "Seeya back at the station." Marci was very grateful to hear the news but wanted to know where her daughter was. Duffy had to call Miranda on the radio, to learn both girls had gone to the regional hospital to make sure the lady was okay. His next call was to Laura's mom, Lana Hamlin. Lana and he had gone to the local high school at the same time, were in the same class even. She was always the unreachable cheerleader with brains and he was always the gangling doofus with no initiative. He had never lost his longing for her, even after she went off to law school and came back married to her lawyer husband Alan. He became a wheeler-dealer in local politics while she opened a practice downtown. "Hey Lana, it's Sherriff Duffy calling to let you know Laura has been in an auto accident but is okay. Minor damage to the cars and she is at regional checking up on the lady they ran into. He told her he would meet her down there and drove off to the hospital. Finding them in the waiting room out front, Duffy asked how they were doing. "Okay," Laura said. "Just shook up, still." I called both your moms and let them know you were here," he related. "Oh God, we're both grounded for life, I know it," Tonya volunteered. "You guys weren't drinking, were you, I have to ask?" They looked at each other a moment before both saying 'no' and looking down at their unbusy hands. Duffy's bullshit alarm went off, but it had been long enough after the wreck to do much testing, if Miranda hadn't done it already, and he doubted she had. Their respective mothers came and hustled them both home and Duffy went back to the station. He had no sooner pulled into his office than Miranda was at the door, saying "Hey chief, ya better come see this." She had a monitor out in the office and was cueing up a tape. "I didn't think to look at this till I got back here, see what you think." Hitting play, they were both transported back to the wreck site, shortly after Miranda drove up in her patrol car, the dash video providing the footage. The two girls huddled near the hood of her car, their conversation hushed but audible. Miranda had gone to check the other car. "We can't mention the beer, whatever." "Won't they test us or something? Two six packs is a lot." "Not if we just act normal, a little hyped and worried." Then Miranda came back to the car and talking shut down. She pressed stop and asked, "What can we do?" He asked for the tape and told her he would think of something. And he did. He called Lana at the house, apologizing for it being late, and said he had important new evidence he wanted to show her. They agree to meet the next morning, Saturday at her office downtown. Duffy had longed to get Lana over some kind of barrel since tenth grade and he really was going to enjoy the moment. She had no idea what was coming. They were alone in her office at ten. He had tried to lock the door behind him and she had arisen and opened it back up. He shrugged and sat. He began with "Remember back in the day at school, you were the only cheerleader who kept to herself, didn't date any locals. And you had the most desirable body, even then." Lana shifted uncomfortably behind the desk, she didn't like where this was going. "There was actually a reward for whichever guy claimed to have seen your tits, first," he continued. "Went unclaimed." "Whatever does this have to do with new evidence and our being here?" she wanted to know. Duffy walked over to the tape player on the sideboard and started his evidence tape playing. When it was over he took it out of the machine and sat back down. "What is it you want?," she glared. "What no one could get twenty years ago when you were eighteen, a glimpse of those fine knockers bared." "You can't be serious," Lana sputtered. "Sherriff Duffy, Ted if I may, please tell me you are joking." "A one minute show is all I ask in return for the tape. No touching, we keep our distance and you avoid having insurance agents fighting over how drunken Laura might have been when she ran into that lady. Seems like a win/win to me." Duffy sat back and watched the emotions play over her face. Outrage, indignance, haughty disdain, frustration, then what...resignation, perhaps. Lara stood and walked to the open door, closing it firmly, and slowly turning the lock. "Let me understand your proposed contract, I bare myself to the waist for one minute only, you come no closer, and you leave the tape here with me. Is it the only one?" "Fresh out of Miranda's cruiser," he smiled back. She sat heavily back down, gazing out the window, while her hand meandered up to her collar and fingered the buttons there. Duffy placed the tape on the edge of desk, bringing her attention back into the room. She stared straight into his eyes and began to unbutton the white oxford shirt from the top. Two, three then four and five came loose. She pulled the shirt open and looked down at the same time he did at her bra covered bosom. Lana leaned forward and reached one arm behind her, when the phone rang and shattered the moment. She looked at him with repugnance, grabbed the tape and slammed it into a drawer, then locked it. "Get out, now!" she said in a low level tone, while the phone kept on signaling. "Don't do this, Lana," he said. "You will learn to regret it if you double cross me now. Next time the ante goes up." She raise and extended finger and pointed to the door. "Out!" He sat fuming in his car, she had played him for the gullible doofus again. Plus, he had a raging hardon just from glimpsing her bounty filled bra. His expectation of gloating and perverse pleasure had been dashed. What to do. Duffy wasn't due for his weekly appointment with DeeDee, the preacher's wife until after lunch, but he just couldn't wait that long. He didn't use the siren but he drove to the suburbs directly. She met his knock on the door dressed in a terry cloth robe and some animal on her feet for slippers. Glancing over her shoulder, she said, "You're not supposed to be here, yet, we are still having breakfast." A petite brunette with a page boy haircut, she looked ever like a ballerina. Why she had fallen for her scumbag husband and stayed with him, he would never understand. Duffy had followed up a report from several parents complaining about how 'hands on' Reverend Martin was with the juvenile boys in his congregation. Researching his past appointments had uncovered an unsavory history of child molestation and abuse. Duffy confronted the preacher and threatened to take the whole thing public if he heard one more bad report. He realized at the same time, if the good rev was into boys he probably wasn't paying much attention to his cute wife. He met with DeeDee separately and somehow she got the idea she could help maintain the security of their secret if she put out for the good Sherriff once a week. He usually arrived after Martin had gone to his study over at the nearby church to work on his sermon for the next day. Today he could wait, and strolled menacingly into the kitchen. Martin was as surprised as his wife, and blustered about 'What was the meaning of this..." Duffy flipped out, handcuffed the red-faced do-gooder to his chair, and told him he was going to have to watch is wife make the weekly payment. DeeDee said, "Please, no...not in front of him." "He might as well see what you do each week to preserve his privacy. It has probably been so long since he has seen you naked, he forgot how good you look...show him." "Let's go upstairs and use the bedroom, leave him down here, please?" she squealed with fear. "Show him," Duffy repeated. Meekly, head down, DeeDee began to untie the knot at her waist. Looking up one last time at him, "Please," she implored. He didn't say a word and an awkward silence filled the room, a mixture of fear, annoyance, embarrassment and sexual portent. She slowly opened the robe and let it drop, revealing pajamas covered with colorful balloons. Her head dropped again as did the top and bottoms in a puddle down with the robe. "Loose the panties but keep the slippers on, don't want your feet to get cold, besides they kinda add a kinky touch." "Come over here and stand next to me and pervy here, let him see what he has been missing," Duffy beckoned. "Wish you could feel these nice little titties rev, just a handful but very responsive to the touch. Once we get her warmed up a little more you can be a bit rougher with them, but right now, gentle is the key" Duffy leaned his head down and lightly brushed each extended nipple with a kiss, after rubbing them continually with his thumb while he talked. A red flush started at her neck and spread across to her chest. Still actively thumbing, Duffy said "I like to spend about ten minutes working these nubbins over to get her to moisten up, maybe you forgot that. A wet pussy really isn't that different from a warm butthole, you should revisit sometime. There, you see that little involuntary hip thrust, that's what we like to see, the well is getting primed. Here honey, bend over the table and give Martin a nice look." DeeDee put her hands on the table and pushed her legs back some. Duffy kept caressing her breasts the whole time, teasing and flicking now, the other hand cupped her tight butt, firmly jostling it around. "How is this not like the butts you like, smooth, firm, warm and very responsive to the right touch. Another roll of the hips and a small toe extension, see it?" "Look how much they stick up now, they like a tweak and a pinch now they're up and running." DeeDee mewled a bit and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Now Martin, focus your eyes below the hole you're usually aiming at, see this puffy, hairy slit here, if you pull back the lips a little, see how pink and moist it is?" Martin said "You bastard, let her go, she doesn't deserve this." "Maybe she likes it martin, did you ever thin of that?" Duffy unzipped. Taking a rubber from his shirt pocket, he rolled it on. "And I notice I'm not the only one with a stiff prick. Watch what I get to do with mine, now." With that he inserted the bulbous end and kept a slow steady pressure till it disappeared completely. DeeDee let out a sigh or moan, hard to tell. Almost out, all the way back in, repeating the drilling motion. "Now watch this Martin cuz I know you think I'm raping your poor wifey, here." Duffy pulled back, almost out, then stood still. DeeDee looked back and moved back in the same motion, wantonly impaling herself. While Duffy stood stock still, she began a circular gyration with her ass, covering many angles of attack and pleasure. Then Duffy went back to work, methodically pounding into the slight girl. "Listen to the breathing Martin, each breath louder and closer together. She want it now as much as I do. And I really want" Duffy matched his repetitive thrusts to her gasps for air, filling her after every intake, only to hear it rush out again. Both were soon lost in a mutual climax of some strength. Duffy worked all his anger and frustration from dealing with Lana into his forcible fuck of the preacher's wife. When he left he told the Pastor Martin he hoped he had received some message to work into tomorrow's sermon. DeeDee was on her knees crying when he let Martin go. Sheriff Duffy Ch. 03 Lana remained flustered all the way out to her car. She knew she had overreacted to the Sheriff's coercive offer. Her own sexuality had been so confused over the last year or so. Ever since the ill-fated trip to New York last spring, an annual shopping trip to revitalize her wardrobe and recharge her spiritual batteries. It had begun innocently enough, the usual trip to the Des Moines airport, then waiting for her flight to be called. This trip was more welcome than usual; she had recently severed all sexual relations with her philandering husband. Too much lipstick on the collar, unexplained overnights elsewhere and a genuine fear of catching some dreadful STD from the creep had made her decide to withdraw her own body from the marriage bed they had shared for nineteen years. She was thankful for her lovely daughter Laura but now received only financial support not the emotional support she craved from the deteriorating union with her husband Wayne. So, she had been drawn to the exhilarating travel opportunity with great gusto. And, she was pleased to be seated next to a handsome, young college student, returning to the city to work after a visit to his Iowa home. He too, seemed attracted to her and they talked animatedly the entire trip. His name was Derek, of course, and he worked at a hotel in the city, manning the front desk. She was booked at another hotel close by. Lana began a subtle flirtation and Wayne ate her up with his eyes. She crossed her shapely legs and batted her long-lashed eyes, all the while, tossing her head like the young girl she felt like. From his side, Lana looked pretty good, buxom, quick to conversation and willing to smile and laugh at his sophomoric jokes. When she half stood at her window seat to remove her suit jacket, his eyes fastened like lasers onto her shirt front. Then she twisted out into the aisle to put it away into the overhead storage and enjoyed brushing heavily against his leg. Smiling and apologizing she sat back with a laugh and bounce that held his eyes. Lana felt warmth spread over her chest, focus on the breast ends he was staring at and continue down to her nether regions. Oh my God, she felt turned on. And he seemed to like her looks, looks no one had openly cared for in many years. On her toilet run, she purposely turned to face him as she slid past him, bringing her upper carriage dangerously close to his face. While Lana was gone, Derek opened the overhead, memorized a number and made a call on his cell, then another. When they landed, he handed her his card and told her to give him a call if she ever needed better hotel arrangements, and she agreed to next trip. Lana tried to check into her hotel but was told her room had been cancelled. A convention was in town and all rooms booked. Flustered, frustrated and miffed, she took out Derek's card, called, and he said come right on over. He wasn't on the desk until the next morning but he left word and she was shown to a very nice suite on the eleventh floor, 1111. There was a fully stocked bar, large king-size bed and even a sunken Jacuzzi. Lana dropped her bags unopened, immediately went shopping before the stores got crowded. She also, called Derek and made arrangements to take him to dinner to thank him. They were to meet in the bar at seven. Lana went to her room, to luxuriate in a bath, shave, powder and primp for the evening. She would wear her new slinky cashmere top with matching short, but discreet skirt. She opted for a looser fitting camisole instead of a restrictive bra, liking the way her bosom moved under the sweater. Seated at the hotel bar, on time, Lana asked for a gin and tonic, the same beverage she had chosen on the plane and in her room. Walt the bartender set it in front of her and said no charge. That anyone who looked as good as she did could sit there for free all night. Lana blushed, thanked him and asked why. Walt told her to just watch, and sure enough, the room began to fill with single, smart dressed business geeks and hot young couples. He told her; with her body on that stool he would double his business and tips. Turns out he was a friend of Derek, they all laughed together and shared another drink before dinner. The topic of her room came up and when Walt expressed incredulity at the in room hot tub, she invited him up to see for himself. He demurred and the giddy couple went off to dinner. And wine, maybe too much wine. Upon reaching her room door later, Lana had invited Derek in for a nightcap, unwilling to let their joyous evening end in the hallway. He turned on soft music, mixed the drinks and invited her to dance. Where, she asked. Right here he said. She melted into his arms and he began to snuggle his lips to her ears and neck. They swayed to the beat and developed one of their own. His hands wandered from the small of her back to cup her cashmere covered posterior. Lana remembers leaning back and saying something about being married, and Derek replied he had no intentions of permanent union; he just wanted to borrow her. Lana thought that sounded plausible at the time, befuddled by the music, wine and romance. Soon they crashed to bed and made out like teenagers. After fifteen minutes of necking and heavy petting, they were jolted back to reality when her cell phone jangled. It was her daughter Laura calling to see if all was okay. At first Lana was distracted by the insinuating hands of Derek, ever stroking and teasing, and then she realized her daughter couldn't see what was going on in the suite. As Lana described her trip and the room layout, Derek took the opportunity to unbutton her sweater blouse and slide it off. His hungry hands roamed over her satin camisole, then under it. Lana shivered under the caresses while leaning into his nuzzling kisses. His exploring hand feinted upward toward the awaiting globes, and then detoured down to unfasten her skirt. Lana allowed herself to recline as Derek moved in between her legs and slid the skirt off. His fingers slid up the smooth flesh of thighs, circling ever closer to the gusset of her panties. Kneeling, he suddenly rubbed the flat of his hand directly over the front of her panties, rapidly like he was trying to start a fire. Lana felt the first jerk as her body reacted and may have moaned into the cell phone. She begged off further conversation feigning tiredness. Derek remover her damp panties and really focused his attention as Lana lay back in a swoon. Palm up, he slowly eased his two middle fingers into her, allowing his index and pinky to frame her outer folds. His warm mouth descended to the top of her moist slit and gently laved her pulsing clitoris. "Unggghhh", and her hips rolled involuntarily. Derek maintained his genital lip lock, curled his wet center fingers up, while he reached up with his other hand to fasten on an areola. This hand mimicked the other, fingers on either side of the protruding nipple, irritating with friction back and forth while never touching the extended bud. Lana heard another male voice say "Let me help out there." As her cami was lifted over her breast mounds, Lana clamped her legs together over Derek's ears. She recoiled in surprise when Walt the bartender of all people lowered his head and fastened his own lips over her unattended nipple. "Nooooo, you guys, we can't...ohhhh," she remembers protesting, as her body shook with another tremor and her thighs relaxed their grip of Derek's head. It wasn't long before a sensual whirlwind over took her middle aged, almost naked body. Derek used his tongue like a saber, skillfully punishing her gristly nub of nerve endings. Likewise, Walt kicked it up a gear, gently nipping her swollen teat and it hardened more. Her head was thrashing about when it happened. "Arrrghhh!," Lana shuddered with release of endorphins and God knows what as her orgasm passed over her in a wave, then another. In-between waves, Derek stood, unzipped, fumbled a bit with a condom, and then inserted his dick where his fingers had just been. He wasn't tender and gentle any longer, he pistoned with a passion. Lana hung on, tried to catch up with his frenzy. Walt had backed off for the moment, Lana could do little more than endure the sound pounding Derek was putting on her. Derek surged to his finish and Lana remembers regretting him pulling out, but not for long, as he slapped open palms with Walt and watched him step right up to the plate. Lana felt relief being filled again and Walt was slower and more deliberate. Slow going in and slower coming back out. Slight hesitation, then slow going in....Lana caught up to speed and began to roll her hips in rhythm. They crested at the same time. He stayed in her saddle as her chafed thighs slowly spayed open. "God, I feel thoroughly fucked," she managed to groan. Walt and Derek exchanged a glance, Derek yelling "Hot tub." Walt ambled off to get drinks while Lana and Derek re-situated in the Jacuzzi. Soon, they were all tightly squeezed into the unit, hip to hip, sipping more drinks and cooling down, Lana thought. Walt said with wonder, "Geez, those never go down, do they?" He was staring at her still protruding nipples with awe. "They have been on high beams since you came in the bar." "Since you got on the plane in Des Moines," Derek countered. "Best ever." "We need to compare, get out the book." "What book," Lana wanted to know. "Er. We keep an album, sort of," he admitted sheepishly. Then it dawned on Lana, she wasn't the first and probably not the last woman they had seduced up here. "We'll show you, but first, put your hands behind your head'" Walt directed. As she slowly complied, he snapped a picture, a close-up, tits only. Then they gave her the photo book featuring nine other sets of boobs, some of color, all smaller. Then they lifted up on the edge and dragged her thighs apart while Walt refocused and aimed at her pudenda. Turning more pages, she saw nine other sets of labia, mostly shaved, which she guessed must be the current fashion. "So this wasn't a chance happening, a coincidence. You cancelled my reservations from the plane," turning towards Derek. She slid back into the tub, realizing she had been set up and tag teamed. "I fell in lust the first time I saw that set, all firm and high, you all smiles and exuberance," Derek confessed. "Me, too," Walt added while dipping his head and sucking in a teat. Derek followed suit on the other side, and each soon fished a hand underwater between her legs, Derek on top worming his way into her puffy vulval canal while Walt was underneath, probing her anal sphincter. Lana set her drink down in a hurray, protesting quickly, "Hey no, guys, I've had enough" But the two lamprey fastened onto her naked, glistening chest and the impertinent examination of her nether orifices continued unabated. Lana tried again, "Hey come on guys, quit jazzing me, I can't take any more." But she soon found herself up on the pool's edge on all fours, her head nestled in Derek's lap, her mouth closing on his newly engorged dick, while Walt took a turn doggy style from the back. Her evening of debauchery had just begun. Sheriff Duffy Ch. 04 4: Lana and Duffy Lana awoke the next morning, alone and with a pounding headache. As she rolled over she was aware of other aches. Recalling her horseback riding days, a phrase came to mind. Rode hard and put away wet. Whatever wet there had been between her legs, and it felt like a bunch, was her own. As she vaguely remembered, the boy had always used a condom. Yep there were six lined up on the bedstand. "Oh my God, they took me six different times," she thought. "I can't even call to mind the number of orgasms but judging by the swampy feel it was several. " As she swung her legs over the edge of the bed her breasts lolled forward, bringing to notice their own mistreatment. Or at least, thorough handling. The left nipple felt and looked like it had been abraded with a vegetable brush, a result of Walt's mustache, no doubt. The right boob sported hickeys around the nipple. Stripping for a long soak, she bent over and checked out her rump in the door mirror. Her genitals were red and puffy, like a baboon at the zoo. It would take some time to recover. Thinking back, the lawyer in her wouldn't allow the thought of forcible rape, she had invited both of them to her room, granted not at the same time or for the purpose of sexual ravishment, but that is what had happened. As Lana boarded the elevator the next morning to return home, the attractive, young black girl manning the control panel took he all in with a long gaze. "Did you stay in room 1111," she asked. When Lana nodded, the girl it a switch and froze the elevator with the doors shut. "I thought the walk looked familiar, kinda bowlegged and hurtful, right?" "Yup, that obvious, huh?" "That and the hickey on your neck. Let me guess, Walt and Derek?" "You too, huh? Very nice breasts, might I say." "Not the whoppers you've got." The girl divulged, "I was number six a few months ago, looked and felt just like you. I'm thinking about booking a return engagement for my birthday next week." "Once was enough for me," Lana replied. "It is painful just to walk. And I feel like if I had sexually ingested a golf ball, it would have fallen out on the way to the elevator." Laughing heartily, the girl said "Yeah, I know that gaping feeling. But the guys were gentle and very thorough, and I don't get that rolling orgasm by myself, so it makes me a bit wistful." "Well, enjoy but I'll be happy to get back to domesticity as I know it." Once home, Lana did have fond memories of the sexual feelings but ordered a rabbit vibrator off the web and found solace there. Sherriff Duffy had other plans for Sunday night. He purposely scheduled no female companionship that night, allowing himself one night to recharge his batteries. It was chance to check out some of the other trouble spots in town. No problems at the "In and Out." When he strolled into the bar near the motel, he was surprised to Sadie, sitting at the bat in casual clothes having a argument with a skinny, younger girl Duffy didn't recognize. The bartender had come around and was in-between the seated Sadie and the standing, angry girl, Annie as it turned out. Both women quieted when they saw him, even out of uniform. Sadie smiled and said" Hello, Sherriff, glad to see you again." Annie just glowered. The bartender explained that Sadie had confided to him some personally unflattering remarks about Annie, and that she had overheard and taken exception. Duffy offered to escort the ladies outside and the barkeep was grateful. He sat Sadie in front and Annie in back. "Alright ladies, what should we do now,?" he asked. Annie spat out "Wherever you take her I will find her and kick her ass." Sadie replied, "I'm okay with getting it over with now, rather than have the little vixen jump me sometime." "Tell you what, if you two are determined to fight, I have keys to the rec hall and there is a boxing ring in there. No innocent bystanders to get hurt, it is after hours. Whatever we settle there, is settled, no comebacks, agreed?" "I just wanna kick her ass," Annie sputtered again, a little aggressive with drink. She wore nice jeans and a tank top that didn't have much to cover. "This little guttersnipe is going down," Sadie countered. She had dressed casually in sweats and long tee. Once in the cold dark gym space, reality began to set in. Both lost some bravado and bluster. Were they going to go through with it, a real fight? Duffy hoped both would come to their senses and back off, but it was not to be so. "Okay, so no eye gouging or bone breaking but otherwise, no rules," Annie proposed. Sadie took a corner and started shucking her clothes and putting them in a pile. "Whoa, you trying to show off for bubba here, let him see you naked?" Annie was perplexed. "He already has, I'm an erotic dancer over at the club. I don't want to get any of your blood on my lounge wear," Sadie replied. "Well, I'm not stripping down while he is here, but it will be nice to have someone referee for us, to keep you honest. Erotic dancer is another name for 'whore', isn't it? "This from a girl who was lap dancing on several bulging laps at the bar." Duffy thought Sadie looked better naked here than she had with all the glitter and lights at the club. And she was comfortable without her duds. Annie had stopped undressing at a very tight bra and matching panties. They came face to face in the center of the ring, menacing each other with glares. Duffy asked if they really wanted to go through with this. "Hell yes," spit Annie. "And to sweeten the pot I propose the loser by submission has to fuck someone from the bar that the winner picks out, since you're a whore anyway, you shouldn't mind." "I don't plan to lose that's why I don't mind who you have to fuck, you were probably gonna take them all on later. Sadie asked "But let me get this straight, no rules but for eyes and bones?" Duffy thought this sounded familiar and flashed back to the "Butch Cassidy" movie, Annie showd no sign of recognition. So, she was caught off guard when Sadie punted her foot right between Annie's widespread thighs, hitting the gusset of the sluggies dead center. Annie clutched her crotch and went down in a heap, moaning. Duffy backed out of the ring and sat in a folding chair. He watched Sadie, heavier by thirty pounds or so, sit suddenly on Annie's back, expelling another moan of despair. "I think a spanking is due." Sadie rolled the panties down and lifted the smaller woman over her own lap and began smacking the proffered ass. Soon the buns were bright red and stinging. Sadie turned her attention elsewhere. "Let's see what is under here that you didn't want to show." Sadie sat on the small of Annie's back and unclasped the bra. The gasping girl was rolled onto her back. Sadie plumped right back down on Annie's heaving stomach with her naked buns, took the loosened bra and flung out of the ring. "Hey Duffy, what letter comes in the bra alphabet before A cup , cuz here they are?" With that, Sadie plucked at each small nubs seated on a barely visible mound. Annie writhed around and tried to displace the heavier woman by rolling. When that failed, she brought her long skinny legs up from behind Sadie, hooked her shoulders with them and pulled her back to the floor. Both women scrambled to their feet. Annie came up in a boxing stance and started throwing jabs toward the taller Sadie's face. She blocked most blow with her own hands and her elbows protected her chest, but occasionally Annie targeted the belly, and found a home for the jab. Sadie felt fit from dancing long hours, but had neglected common exercises like sit-ups and crunches. Now she was suffering for it. She couldn't take a lot more of this, so she rushed the smaller girl and wrestled her to the ground. Annie grunted as Sadie locked her legs around the smaller girl and began tightening the hold. Struggling for each breath and pounding the large thighs in front of her, Annie couldn't pry them apart. The two girls fought with their hands, clawing at each other's chest, Annie had more targets to aim for but was losing capacity to continue the fight. In desperation, she leaned up and bit the soft flesh on Sadie's inner thigh, causing a scream and release of pressure. "You little bitch, biting." "It's as fair as kicking a girl before the match starts." Both fighters were breathing hard now, the fun was gone. Each a bit wearier, they circled looking for an opening. Annie started punching again. When she missed the tender belly she would hit the kidneys if Sadie turned too much. Sadie telegraphed her lunge the second time and Annie sidestepped, chopping the exposed kidneys as they rushed past. Sadie was beginning to wilt and Annie sensed it. Each girl woman was sweaty with fatigue and effort. Annie kept slinging short, stinging blows and Sadie kept backing up, till she hit the ropes and stopped. Feinting a high blow to the face, Annie had Sadie cringing, then came with an uppercut to the abdomen and the whoosh was audible Sadie lowered her hands to her aching belly, but Annie grabbed them and placed them on the ropes. Then she kneed the taller Sadie below the navel. Another fold in the middle for Sadie and she slumped to the mat face down, but still on her knees. Annie crouched down and pulled the fallen foe's legs further apart, then stood and delivered her own groin kick. "Oh sorry, I was trying to kick your ass as promised, how could I miss such a large target?" Sadie was pulled out of her jackknife position and stretched out on her back, groaning all the whle in protest. Another "Whooomph" was heard as Annie sat her butt squarely on Sadie's belly button and bounced up and down a few times. What ever air was left in Sadie was forced out. Annie pinned the almost listless arms of her foe under her legs, and went to work on the large globes scrunched up between her legs. She slapped and poked and twisted, till Sadie was crying out for her to stop. "Just submit, porker and then I'll stop," Annie paused then resumed her abuse. Tiring of this, she stood up, leaned over and grabbed a boob in each hand and hauled up, Sadie coming off the floor holding onto Annie's wrists. "It's too bad you shaved it all off down there, I was planning on tearing it out curl by curl and stuffing it into your loud mouth." Once more leaning against the ropes, Sadie was helpless to prevent the knee sinking into her belly. "I submit," she groaned reluctantly.. She knew she had lost more than a fight.