1 comments/ 47952 views/ 8 favorites Sixville's Finest By: temptanddestroy Sean Donheeney cracked some eggs into the frying pan as his wife Shannon watched over the morning papers. The big guy was really at home in the kitchen unlike her. The whole apartment still held the lingering aroma of burnt toast; a reminder of her last efforts and how the alarms had sent all the building's residents out onto the sidewalks. "Is Connor bringing Mindy tonight?" She asked her husband. "No. I get the impression that's all over." "Oh no..." She gasped ruefully. Sean's partner just had no luck with women. " I thought he thought she might be the one." Sean shrugged his broad shoulders and rubbed a large hand over his baldhead, stopping to scratch the close shaven hair at the back. He gave his wife a look of resignation; his partner always thought the woman he was dating was the one and she never was. "Mindy felt Connor was emotionally unavailable, apparently, so she's gone back to her husband...." Sean didn't need to tell Shannon the irony of leaving Connor for that creep, who had just been paroled. "How's Connor taking it?" Sean gestured expansively. The young man was hurting, as he always was after a break-up, but in a few days he'd be over it completely. Donheeney was almost envious of Murphy's easygoing personality. "He'll get himself a good woman one of these days, like me, and he'll drift towards death in a blissful haze of great sex and household disasters..." Sean said jovially. "Hey!" Shannon exclaimed with a smile. Sean served up the eggs on his wife's plate and pinched the funny pages. He lent down and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm going for my run." He said, scanning the cartoons. Shannon looked up at her man, liking what she saw. His big, solid body looked good in the running vest and shorts, which showed off the carpet of his black chest hair and his muscles. "You'll be late." Shannon cautioned, glancing at her watch. "Not if I shower at the precinct." Sean figured, snatching up his pack and kissing her goodbye. "Have a good day, honey. Say hi to your mother for me." +++++++++++++++++ "So who's this guy, Barker, we're watching?" Officer Murphy asked Officer Donheeney as they sat in their patrol car. "Weren't you listening back at the station? He's a suspect in a disappearance. The detectives have got nothing on him so we get to sit here or follow him around." His partner replied. "He's just gone in to his building." Connor stated. Sean nodded. He'd seen it. He took a sip of his coffee. Connor seemed to have returned to his usual cheerful self. His partner's problem was his good looks and bad taste in women. The bad girls took one look at Connor, a boyish clean-cut man in uniform and thought they could have a little fun but Connor always thought about marriage from the off. Mindy was part of a long line of women who'd wanted a nice guy, but only for a little while, before they chose the jerk instead. Connor was naïve but he didn't deserve that treatment. He was good cop and a great guy and Sean wanted him to be happy, though so far he'd resisted Shannon's offers to set Connor up with a nice Irish girl. +++++++++++++++ "The guy was hysterical, so I slapped him. It's what they do in the movies!" Sean recalled, telling his partner about the first case he'd worked on as a rookie. "And the guy was going to make a complaint?" Connor asked. "Yeah, till his boyfriend started slapping him too. I left them to it and heard no more about it." Connor chuckled. He could just picture the scene. Big and burly Sean with the two fags, all confused and well meaning. His partner was a big-hearted dependable guy but to people who didn't know him he came across as intimidating. "Dodged a bullet there, Irish. You know, hysteria can technically only affect women?" Connor informed Sean. "How'd you figure that?" Sean asked. "Hysteria means 'floating uterus' and last time I checked men don't have those." "Makes sense, it's like hysterectomy, right? Go on." "Anyway the old way to cure it was to get a doctor to make the woman cum..." Connor continued. "Ha ha, lucky doctors!" Sean chuckled. "No, apparently they found it distasteful and that's how vibrators got invented!" Officer Murphy concluded. "How do the hell do you know all this stuff?" Officer Donheeney sighed, shaking his head incredulously. "I read a lot and remember stuff. Maybe you would too, if you weren't illiterate..." "Watch it, Pretty Boy! You only remember useless stuff, anyway." Sean growled. He knew that he wasn't as intelligent as his partner. It had been something of an issue when he and Murphy had been first paired together. "Don't call me Pretty Boy, you know I hate it." "Come on, admit it...you curl those eyelashes, don't you?" Sean loved to rile Connor. He was just so easily wound up. "Fuck off." "I've been to your apartment and seen all your beauty products, don't forget." "It takes effort to look good. You've forgotten what its like when you're dating, because Shannon was crazy enough to marry you. If you had used some grooming products maybe you wouldn't have lost all your hair, Baldy!" Sean grappled with his partner and got him in a headlock. Connor struggled briefly, pushing and flailing against Sean. He finally settled into a wary submission. "Take that back, I'm warning you." Sean demanded, faux agitation in his voice. He actually liked his lack of hair; it suited his face and, most importantly, it drove Shannon wild. "Yeah, I'm going to kick your ass." Connor yelled, with childish defiance. Sean let go off the younger guy. They fell back into their seats and both laughed at the thought of the light and wiry Murphy taking on Donheeney. Suddenly screaming filled the street. There was no mistaking it for anything other than a woman in fear of her life. Within seconds the two policemen were running from the car towards Barker's building and the source of the awful screaming. Both drew their weapons as they entered the shabby residence, and Connor called for back up. "On three." Donheeney whispered at Barker's door. The screaming had stopped and both men knew that did not bode well. Connor watched as Sean counted down on his fingers. The doorframe splintered as Donheeney's weight slammed against it and they were in. They were greeted by the stench of a slaughterhouse. A human hand, attached to nothing, lying in a pool of blood seemed to beckon them in to find all manner of charnel horrors. SIXVILLE'S FINEST Shannon picked up a box, and shifted to balance herself. She looked up at the new house. It was all porch and gables nestled in amongst mature weeping willow trees. She had fallen in love with it from the photo the realtor had sent. She was already envisioning how much her future children would love to play in those leafy dens. This was a family home in a way that the city apartment never could have been. She was so caught up with her imaginings that Shannon failed to spot the welcome party approaching from the wide quiet street. "Mrs Donheeney? Hello?" A portly rosy-cheeked matron called out. "Oh. Sorry. I was miles away." Shannon replied, shaken from her reverie. The older woman smiled her understanding and introduced the group. She was Mrs Ada Matthews, Shannon's new next-door neighbour, and her husband was Bernie. Further away stood a tall, handsome man and standing next to him was the most beautiful youth that Shannon had ever seen; Sheriff Dodd and his son, Isaiah. "We'd thought we'd pop over to see if you needed a hand moving in...." Bernie offered. "Oh thank you, honestly... Oh come and meet Sean and Connor first...I'm sure we can root out enough mugs for a coffee .... Isaiah took the heavy box from her with a gentlemanly nod and they all went inside. ++++++++++++++++++ "Well you're very welcome in Sixville. We all hope you're going to be very happy here." Ada beamed. "I think we are. When the lieutenant suggested I apply for the job here I'd never even heard of Sixville but it's so beautiful here." Sean replied. "And the house was so reasonable...did someone die here, or something?" Connor, who was lending a hand, inquired. "Oh, gosh....nothing like that. The Reids divorced and had to sell the house. It was such a shame, I thought they were a very nice couple." Ada explained. "He ran off with his mother in the end." Bernie added, seeming to delight in his bit of salacious gossip. "This house needs some work doing to it. Are you handy around the house, Sean?" Fred Dobbs asked his newest deputy hastily. Sean shrugged modestly but communicated that he might know what he was doing. Isaiah touched Connor on the upper arm and Connor sensed something he couldn't quite define from the boy. "Come on, let's put the old swing chair up before it gets dark." The boy said positively. +++++++++++++++ Connor tightened the last bolt with difficulty. When he was done he flopped down onto the chair. The view over the valley was outstanding. His friends had certainly found themselves a fantastic new home. He was going to miss them, even though they were only an hour's drive from the city. Isaiah came out, his arms overflowing with cushions. Connor jumped up to help him out. "Can I ask you something, Connor?" The kid asked. There was a faint scent of saffron in the air. "Sure." Connor smiled. This was a good kid. "Why'd they want to leave the city for this place?" Murphy was at a loss. Dobbs Snr probably knew the reason from their Lieutenant Olsen, a man he'd worked with years ago but how much should he tell Dobbs' son? "We worked a bad case a few months back. It got under Sean's skin. He and Shannon want to start a family but Sean didn't want to do it in the city after the Barker murders." He revealed. Isaiah nodded as if he understood. "Dad lived in the city. Until his wife tried to kill him. She's still locked up in the mad house." What could Connor say to that? The kid had said it so matter of fact that Connor was at a loss. He patted the boy on the arm and suggested they grab a soda. ++++++++++++++ Sean pushed the door closed and pulled off his t-shirt. He threw it in the basket as he watched Shannon strip. Her slender boyish figure still made his heart beat faster even after all the years. Her lithe and supple body stretched up to the top of the closet but couldn't quite reach the box she was after. Sean stepped up and retrieved it from its place. He dumped it on the floor and embraced his wife. He just held her for a while, both of them just enjoying the intimacy. Though Shannon's sexy body aroused him a lot Sean could just take pleasure holding her, cuddling her. Making love was something that they cherished, not needed. "I'm going to shower. I'm all sweaty and dusty and there's clean linen on the bed." She explained, rummaging in the box for her bathrobe. Sean dropped his pants and Shannon looked him up and down. He loved being naked with his wife; clothed or nude he was always comfortable with his beautiful spouse. Right now there was a naughty twinkle in his eye. "Oh no," Shannon said sternly, though Sean could tell she wanted it. "Connor's right down the hall." "Hush...we'll be as quiet as mice...." He promised as he led her to the shower. He positioned her in the space and turned on the water. "Hmmm...." Shannon moaned as Sean's hands anointed her with rosebud and juniper shower gel. He caressed her with the sponge so lightly the sensation was like dreamt cobwebs. She turned so that he could lovingly attend the front. His eyes were so full of affection and admiration as he soothed her soft skin with effervescing bubbles that Shannon had to kiss him. Her lips reached up to his and her tongue slipped into his mouth as gentle suds slipped down her cute breasts. Sean pulled back his head, taunting her with his small coy kisses and his closeness. She wanted it now but he had other intentions... He grabbed the showerhead and smiled. The flow was slowly guided over her skin, first her shoulders, her back and then her arms. Everywhere the water cleansed her husband's kiss followed, some interspersed with little nibbles, others with ticklish little licks. Shannon was swirling, every inch of her flesh more awake than ever before. At the same time she felt as if she were dreaming; the steam, the aroma, the heat, the brief touch of Sean's craning body....it was a heady, potent mix. "Huuuuh...." She moaned, a little deliriously. The kisses didn't stop. Her husband was relentless, merciless, not a piece of her was overlooked or neglected. "Ooooh...." She moaned, having to hold her arms out to balance herself as Sean knelt down awkwardly, his lips just having left her butt cheeks and heading lower. The jet of water ran down her leg and Sean followed. He lifted her foot, turning her for better access in this crammed space. "Aaaahhh...." She cooed as the flow ran between her toes and so did his diligent tongue. Her whole body was tingling. She was turned on, like you wouldn't believe but it was a quiet arousal...it was safe and close, almost nonsexual in its innocence. She bit her lip as Sean shifted to repeat the procedure on her other leg. She hadn't been bathed since she was a little girl and it felt good. It was if she were regressing to her infancy, safe, loved, protected. Her whole being was relaxed and aglow at the same time. Shannon stroked her fingers over her breasts, shivering at the texture of the water-wrinkled tips. Sean turned her and she couldn't fight him, malleable in his power. He nuzzled against each of her alert nipples and Shannon became aware of the orgasm that had been building almost imperceptibly. She was right on the edge of it now. Sean must have been aware of it. In all the years of his marriage his devotion to this body meant that he recognised every nuance and twitch. He stood behind her, a solid reliable man to rest on. He kissed her neck as his hands sought downwards. "aaaaah ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh...." Shannon yelled, each flick of her husband's fingers on her clit eliciting a crest of pleasure. "Ssshhh...Connor might hear...." Sean whispered but neither of them could bring themselves to quieten down. "aaaaah ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh...." Shannon wailed, cumming in breathless silence. Sean had to catch her limp body as the ecstasy coursed through her. Sean returned the showerhead to its place and held her under its spray for a while. "You're quite a man, you know that, Sean Donheeney?" Shannon sighed, turning to face him and playing with the silver St Christopher around his neck. "Well, you're a hell of a woman, Mrs Donheeney." Shannon traced a finger down a rivulet in his dark chest hair. His nipples looked vulnerable and pink amongst the water-flattened fur. She clawed her nails from his abdomen to his chest, enjoying the feel of his hair being raked upwards. "I have to make love to you right this second." Sean said earnestly, as if he might explode with impatience. Shannon put her hand down between his legs to check. His big thick cock was hard and heavy in the palm of her hand. She let go and turned. She stood with her legs spread and her hands on the wall. "Well, if you absolutely have to...." She giggled under a tone of mock concession. Sean stepped up behind her. He parted her pussy lips with his right hand and had penetrated her within seconds. Despite his words Sean took his time, thrusting his shaft in and out in a lazy rhythm. He knew Shannon had trouble taking his long dick inside. It only served to make his lovemaking more careful and thoughtful. "Are you ready to be a mommy, Mrs Donheeney?" Sean whispered into her ear lightly. He took a hold of her hand. "How perfect would it be to conceive on our first night here? ...new home, new jobs and new life..." Shannon sighed. Sean glided in and out of Shannon's hot comfortable pussy. In the tiny part of his brain not taken up with love, lust and pleasure he thanked God for giving him everything he had ever dreamed of. "Ahhh..."Shannon groaned. "Okay?" Sean asked, concerned he had been too enthusiastic. "Yeah....it's good..." She breathed as Sean cradled her body against him, rocking together. She began to move her hips, setting a pace for both of them. "Oh, honey..." Sean moaned, burying his face in her soft hair. She felt so clean and good. He squeezed her hands as his climax built. He wanted to hold out but it was futile. Washing his wife and exploring her body had driven him wild. His balls had been churning in anticipation for ages. Shannon squeezed his hands back in permission and understanding. Sean pushed Shannon against the wall as his balance faltered. They were both breathless by the time all of his seed had been expelled from his throbbing cock. "It's all going to be alright now." He said, giving her a peck on the forehead. Sean kissed his wife as they towelled each other down. They changed into pyjamas and fell asleep, the quiet not enough to disturb their dreams. ++++++++++++++++ Sean wondered how Shannon was getting on at the library. Was she feeling as overwhelmed as he was? He'd already forgotten half the people he'd been introduced to and been invited to more events than he'd ever been to. When Lieutenant Olsen had said Sixville was a friendly place he hadn't been kidding! "How you doing? I'm Frank Florek. The sheriff's got you partnered with me so I'll be showing you around." "Pleased to meet you." Sean smiled and held out a hand. His new partner had a tough pockmarked face and didn't look as if he'd take crap from anybody. "You been shown the cells and dispatch?" Florek asked rhetorically as he pumped Sean's hand. Sean nodded and followed as Florek went to the parking lot. +++++++++++++++ Sean opened the door to the hall and heard female voices in the kitchen. He followed the sound. He entered the room and kissed his wife, surreptitiously checking out the company. For some reason sight of their guest made the hairs on the back of his head stand up. "Sean, this is Claudine, the mayor's wife." Sean took her extended hand uncomfortably. He knew he was staring but Claudine was stunning; especially for a woman who was more mature. "Shannon, you should have warned me we had such distinguished company." He joked nervously, trying to hide his reaction. "Nonsense. I'm a good friend of Fred's and I just thought I'd pop by and say hello." The beautiful woman dissembled. "Are you staying for dinner?" Sean asked looking at the two ladies. Claudine shook her head and glanced at her watch. "No I don't want to intrude. You've both had busy days, I'm sure." She explained and opened the back door. "I'll look forward to seeing you at the barbeque on Saturday." When their visitor had disappeared down the path Shannon turned to Sean. "She's Isaiah's mother!" She exclaimed in a mock scandalized tone. Sean just shrugged and murmured. He knew that already; Connor had told him the night they'd moved in. "What are you baking for dessert? It smells delicious." He asked as he set the table. He was a little surprised that the kitchen smelt of anything but burning, to be honest. "What?! Oh I haven't done a dessert..." Shannon said, puzzled and shocked that Sean already knew her nugget of gossip. "Oh, it's just that it smells of cinnamon in here, that's all." "I can't smell anything. Can you believe Claudine is Isaiah's mom?! The sheriff's a married man...." Shannon squealed. Sean tutted at his wife. She clearly wasn't going to let this go. When she got a bee in her bonnet it could stay there for days.... "Shannon, his wife tried to murder him and has been committed up at the mental institution for nearly two decades. We can't hold it against him if he sought out a little female company...." Sixville's Finest "Oh...that's very Jane Eyre...." Shannon sighed as she scooped out macaroni cheese onto plates. Sean took a bite, hesitantly. Though his wife could handle macaroni and cheese, he made a mental note to check out the calibre of Sixville's take-outs. "How was your day?" Sean asked, partly to change the subject but mostly because he was interested. Shannon threw a swooning gesture, sighed like Scarlet and told him all about Sixville's surprisingly proactive library. It seemed that Shannon was not going to be given a gentle easing-in period. "The Harry Potter night sounds like fun. I can help with decorating if you like?" Sean offered and his wife smiled apologetically. "Isaiah and some of the boys at the college already volunteered. They're part of the production team at the drama school so they really know what they're doing. Maybe you could give Ada a hand with the buffet....?" Sean laughed and shook his head at the same time. Eventually he threw his hands up in the air, accepting defeat. "Think Sixville's ready for my culinary prowess?" He joked as he cleared the table and went to load the dishwasher. Shannon rose and followed him. "Tell me how you got on today." She asked, hugging him from behind as he poured some wine into glasses. "They're a good bunch of guys...." Sean began and proceeded to tell Shannon about how, after he'd been driven around a bit, they'd returned to the station and done nothing all afternoon. "We knew Sixville was quiet, babe." Shannon said, snuggling up against Sean's chest as they sat on the sofa. Sean nodded. They'd moved to Sixville for that very reason but part of Sean hoped that there would be a bit more to do in the future. "So I just chatted with the fellas and played pool in the rec room." Sean continued. "Some of them seem like right characters but they made me feel welcome nonetheless." Shannon sat up and kissed Sean. They made out for a few minutes. Sean got hard but knew that sex would wait; tonight they'd settle in and watch a movie or two, just content with the other's warmth. ++++++++++++++ Sean and Frank sat in the patrol car; the only light the weedy interior light. All night they'd sat in this side road, ostensibly to satisfy demands that something be done to deter drunk drivers returning from the city. So far all they'd done was help a lost little old lady who hadn't meant to head for Sixville at all. It had been a week since he'd moved here and he couldn't believe how law-abiding everyone was. Sean was actually napping when a vehicle sped past. Frank soon set their own idling vehicle in pursuit. By the time the younger man was fully alert the chase was over, the other driver pulling over rather than trying to get away. Sean even commented on it. "Sixville ain't a car chase kinda town..." Frank informed his partner as they stepped from their vehicle towards the other. "Ho ho..." Frank chuffed when he looked through the window of the BMW. "What would the mayor think if he knew that you were contributing to hazards of this road? Especially as he's made such a fuss about making it safer...." Sean craned his neck to see who had amused his colleague. He was stunned to see Claudine Walsh. She looked suitably embarrassed despite her attempt to maintain her composure. Sean could imagine an awkward conversation in her future as she explained her ticket with her husband. "Please step out of your vehicle." Florek ordered. "Hello Frank. Sean." Claudine said as she stood between them. Once again Sean was stuck by how beautiful the woman was. She was only wearing a fragile evening gown, which did nothing to protect her from the night's chill. Sean looked away when he realised he'd been staring at her protruding nipples. "I'm afraid we're going to have to write you up for this and have your vehicle impounded." Frank hissed, having way too much fun at her expense. "Frank, I don't think..." Sean was about to intercede on Claudine's behalf but she spoke first. "Frank Florek, you can be a right bastard, you know that?!" Her clipped and polished voice sighed vehemently. "Just doing my duty..." The hard man smirked. "You're enjoying this! Schadenfreude, huh? One of your betters slips up and that amuses you. It's got nothing to do with your job, Frank." Florek just raised an eyebrow as he scribbled on his pad. "Wait!!" Claudine cried out. "I've seen this movie...I'm sure I'm supposed to offer myself to such fine upstanding officers of the law..." She said sarcastically as she lowered the string straps of her dress. "Whoa....er...that won't be necessary..." Sean protested, struggling not to ogle those great tits. Instead he looked at Frank, who was practically drooling as he leered at the exposed lady. "Frank. Frank! Let's just caution Mrs Walsh and let her head home...." Claudine and Frank seemed to being ignoring him. They were staring at each other fiercely, as if waiting for the other to make the first move or back down. Sean grabbed Frank by the arm and dragged him a little way down the road. "What are you doing? You're not seriously considering this?! He growled. "Why not? Look at her. You ever seen a classier piece of ass?!" Frank responded, and Sean looked back at her. Claudine was leaning against the hood, smoking a cigarette nonchalantly. "It's not right. You can't just have sex with her like this!" "The offer was to both of us." "I'm married. I don't pick up women and coerce them to perform sex acts on public highways." Sean hissed. Frank's face scrunched up angrily and he grabbed Sean's jaw. He jerked Sean round to show him Claudine. "Listen up. You wanna pass that up, that's up to you. But you ain't got any right to stop me enjoying that bitch." Sean fought off the older man and spat on the ground near his feet. He crossed his arms and turned his back on the whole scene. Florek had seniority and Sean certainly wasn't going to brawl with the man. As for Claudine, well, it didn't look as if she was out of her depth. It had been her who suggested ....it..... He resolved to stare down the valley until the whole sordid thing was finished then he was going home to his wife and their comfy bed. There, maybe, he could forget all about this mess. Through his anger he could hear the unmistakable sounds of Claudine giving Frank a blowjob. The whole idea sickened him but he couldn't help picturing the image of Claudine with a big fat cock between those cherry red lips. Judging by the sounds Frank was making Sean realised Claudine must know her way around a cock. He thought of her regal bearing and superior attitude and how it just barely covered the slut beneath. Sean tried to shake the thoughts from his head and to ignore the suggestive noises behind him. He was tempted to cover his ears with his hands but didn't wish to appear childish. He was a grown man and he could control himself, couldn't he? Claudine was producing little wet moans of enthusiasm. Frank grunted loudly and the sound repeated twice more. When the noises ceased Sean hoped that this situation was nearly an end. If Frank had cum as Claudine fellated him, then maybe he'd stop this now. A tiny voice in the back of Sean's head appeared, asking where had Frank's spunk gone; over her face, her chest or had Claudine swallowed it all down? If he were Frank he'd have cum over her face... Where had that thought come from? He'd always thought that cumming over women was distasteful at best, showing a lack of respect for their dignity. Now though he couldn't get the image out of his mind...Claudine's cheekbones and arrogant smile covered in ribbons of his white cum... He had to see. He turned before he could have any second thoughts. Claudine was flushed and sweaty but no cum was visibly on her. Sean could not quash the faint sense of disappointment. The disgust he felt at his own thoughts was blown away as he took in her now completely naked body. Frank's filthy mitts were roaming all over her pale flawless body. When he saw that they had an audience his hands made a beeline towards her pussy. Sean gulped. Claudine's body would have made many younger women jealous. Though she must have been nearing fifty she looked fifteen years younger. She wasn't just well preserved but actually as hot as hell. Sean couldn't tear his eyes away as Frank's stubby digits were inserted into her hairless pussy. "Ooowh...." Claudine murmured. Her eyes were locked onto Sean's as she began to squirm on Frank's fist. Sean wondered if she was imagining it was him fingering her wet snatch, there was such a searing intensity transmitted in that eye contact. Of course the thought inspired him to imagine the same thing. God, she looked so turned on, how wet would her pussy be? "Aaaah deeper....deeper....." Could she have known they'd be here tonight? Could she have come here for this reason? Of course she could, she was friends with Dobbs and married to the mayor....but not for Frank. She'd come here to fuck him. Right then it didn't seem so unreasonable. Sean was transfixed as she licked her lips. He could see her want in her eyes. She'd settle for grubby old Frank but it was really his cock that she was thinking of. Her gaze kept returning to the crotch of Sean's pants. Even the few feet that separated them would not have been enough to hide the huge bulge that had swollen behind his fly. She turned to say something to Frank, who smiled and walked behind her. His thin dick, unsheathed, penetrated her smoothly and they began to rock back and forth together. "Huhmmmm...." She beckoned Sean over. This beautiful woman wanted him and his feet moved on their own. He was soon within touching distance. His arms stretched out, cupping her large bouncy tits. "Oh God...you're unbelievable...." Sean croaked. The scent of spice wafted heavily on the breeze and Sean went weak at the knees. Claudine reached out, pulling him forward and pushing him down simultaneously. His hat was knocked from his head as his face fell into her voluptuous cleavage. He couldn't lick and suck them quick enough. Every inch looked and smelled more delicious than the last. He felt as if he might hyperventilate; there was no time for breath, both nipples cried out for his attention. "Easy...easy..." Claudine sighed at him. Frank didn't have much time left but all her focus was on Sean and his mouth. Sean felt faint and broke off to rest against the patrol car's hood. He watched as Frank came hard and Claudine's gracious cunt accepted every drop. Sean had never watched another couple fuck before, oddly it didn't seem strange to him. Frank tucked his shirt in and zipped up as Claudine swayed over to Sean. "It's time for the main attraction..." She whispered in his ear. She began to unbutton his shirt slowly, scrutinising his face for any signs of protest. None came. Claudine ruffled his chest hair with her hands, as the corners of her mouth tweaked up. "So manly...." She cooed. Sean brushed a strand of her hair off her face. This night had taken on a surreal quality. He needed the contact to prove that she was real. It was this gesture that caused his wedding band to glint in the moonlight but Claudine was tugging at his belt. His hard-on would soon be out and in her, this woman who was not his wife. Not Shannon. "No.... No...." He choked, pushing away the bitch. "We are leaving. If you don't get in the car I fucking driving off without you." He yelled at Florek through gritted teeth. "Sean...." Claudine simpered as she rose from the asphalt. "No. I'm not fucking kidding. This stops right now!" Sean called over the roof of the car. As he sat in the driver's seat and roughly buttoned his shirt he glowered at Frank. "You bastard. If a word of this leaks out they'll never find your fucking body." Sean threatened sincerely. They pulled away in silence, passing Claudine who was working the fabric of her gown back over her stunning legs. +++++++++++++++++++++++++ The morning after Sean was sat in Sheriff Dobbs' office. He had requested a minute of Dobbs' time. "I think I know what this is about. Frank called me last night and told me everything." Sean's boss told the younger man. "What did he say? What did he tell you?!" Sean cried as he leapt to his feet, suspecting Frank of malicious dishonesty. Fred Dobbs intimated that Sean should calm down and perched at Sean's shoulder. "Don't worry, he told me that you had nothing to do with any of it....I know Claudine has a thing for men in the force..." He said, letting out a little bitter laugh, "but she should never have put you in that position. I'm sorry. Do you want me to have a word with her?" Sean was speechless and he could only shake his head. God, the whole thing was mortifying, but at least Dobbs was the one doing all the talking. "As for Frank....well...I'm not going to be too harsh on him. He'll ride a desk for a week to let him know how I take to such conduct." Sean nodded, pleased that the sheriff was handling the matter sufficiently. Dobbs clapped a hand onto Sean's shoulder and smiled. "You'll be assigned to someone else, all right? No stigma will be attached, okay?" Sean nodded again. The whole thing had gone so much easier than he had hoped; he hadn't even had to snitch on his partner and boss' ex-lover. All he could feel was relief. He shook Fred's hand before exiting the office. Some of his colleagues looked up but Sean could not see an accusatory gleam in their eyes. One or two even waved friendly salutations. Sean hoped that the matter could soon be forgotten and he could get on with building his life here. ++++++++++++++++ " I'm going to be working with Anna Bristoe from now on. Frank's been given desk duty." Sean told Shannon. "Okay, babe." She said distractedly, confirming Sean's suspicion that she wasn't listening to him. Sean sighed. "Shan, do you really have to go out for drinks after?" Sean muttered irritably. "Yes, Sean. Taking a reading group and socialising with them is a good way to make new friends. We'll need them since we uprooted our lives, left all our old ones behind and came here...." She snapped back. Sean caught the implied message, 'we uprooted our lives because you couldn't hack it in the big city'. "Shannon!" He protested to her departing back. He looked at the meal he was halfway through preparing and dumped it all the trash. Shannon's implied meaning had hurt him; though it had been him who's been reluctant to live in the city he had thought they'd made the decision jointly. He rang Connor but got no answer and started to mope around the house, feeling sorry for himself. Shannon wouldn't be back for hours and there was no guarantee that her mood would be any better when she returned. He played a few half-hearted games of solitaire on his p.c but he knew he was just slobbing out because he was bored. Sean smiled briefly. He'd go to the bar where the guys hung out and if Shannon wondered where he was when she got back, so much the better. He'd tell her he was out making friends. +++++++++++++++++++ Sean stepped from his car and made his way through the lot. He was passing a black van when something was thrust over his head and he was bundled to the ground. He struggled against his captors but they cuffed him and tossed him into the back of a vehicle. He had lost count of the number of hands that had grabbed at him. "Look, you might think this is a laugh now, but I'm a police deputy. You can avoid serious trouble if you let go now." He ordered, hoping the tremble of his voice went unnoticed. His words elicited squeals of laughter from his captors. When the noise died Sean sensed someone kneel down over him and he tried to shuffle back and away. Unseen hands started to work at the cord around his neck and Sean fully expected these to be his last minutes on Earth. "I haven't seen you, you don't have to do this. I'm a deputy..." He shouted though the sacking. "So are we!" A female voice yelled gleefully, interrupting him, as the sack was pulled off Sean's head. Sean's eyes shot round the confines of the van and he made out five of his colleagues. All of them seemed relaxed and jovial. Not one appeared to be displaying any murderous body language so Sean forced himself to draw in a couple of deep breaths. He certainly didn't want them to see that they had scared him. "Er, okay. What's this about, then?" He enquired, warily. "We never welcomed you properly." Don said. "Just a bit of fun with the newbie." Leann said. "Frank asked us to help him out." Randy chuckled. From the way that they all spoke at once and the uninhibited volume they used Sean guessed that the other deputies were less than sober. So, he thought to himself, a little initiation and payback rolled together when alcohol blurred the line between good ideas and bad ideas. He could handle a bit of joshing and resolved to not rise to their bait, no matter what they threw at him. The van stopped and Sean was hauled out. He saw that he'd actually been part of a convoy and half the sheriff's department were involved in this little enterprise. The mob bustled him into the station as he looked around, noting who was present and who wasn't. Florek, Bristoe and Dobbs were not among the rowdy crowd and Sean was relieved. "Well, well, Deputy Donheeney." Sean craned his neck round and glared as Frank Florek walked into view. Anger flared up and it took four men to restrain Sean. "We didn't have to find him, Frank! He came right to us!" Someone at the back yelled out. "What we doing to him, now?" Enquired another anonymous contributor. If there was a reply to the question Sean couldn't hear it as the mob swarmed through the lobby noisily. The sack was replaced on his head. The jostle of people and their shouting made Sean's head spin, but so far everything still supported a good-natured conclusion to tonight so he reigned in his emotions. Sean heard the clang of the cell door before he really took notice of what was happening. He'd been cuffed to the bars of one of the cells, whilst the culprits could still be heard behind him. He could feel them rattling the bars and their breath on his neck and back. "A night in the cells, is it? I'd have thought you lot could have come up with something better!" Sean yelled with bravado. "OOOOhh." A bunch of people called out in response. "Just wait. A night in the cells, yes...but not necessarily alone...." A malicious and spiteful voice whispered in his ear and Sean had no trouble recognising the voice of Florek. There was a brief scream of silence that was followed by raucous whoops and catcalls. Sean sensed that someone else was in the cell with him, someone whose identity provoked several of the guys to wolf whistle and howl like frat boys tank on beer. A stripper, Florek in drag, some kind of hazing, well he could handle that. The cause of the amusement was very close now and Sean tensed up. Being so vulnerable was very unnerving and he wished that he could see what was coming, at least. A hand lifted the sacking cloth a little but not enough that Sean could see anything at all. He jerked back as far as the bars would allow as lips were pressed against his mouth. Sean prayed that it wasn't a guy. God, they wouldn't do that to him, would they? Frank had a beef against him but the others were just tagging along for the ride, weren't they? Several hands, some from behind and a pair from in front of him held his head steady. The lips made a second attempt and Sean could not pull his head away this time. As his unknown partner's tongue entered his mouth Sean could not resist trying a little furtive exploration; the kiss felt too good not to join in a little. Every instinct made him want to respond. This little surrender and co-operation was rewarded; by smell, by taste and by softness Sean discovered that the mystery kisser had to be a woman. Sixville's Finest He stopped reciprocating, partly because he didn't want to give the braying audience the satisfaction but mostly because even a kiss was cheating in Sean's book. So they'd humiliate him, but not too much; a stripper, maybe an ugly one but only to embarrass him. Maybe if he played along they'd see that they couldn't rile him, that he could take a joke as well as the next man. The lips left his leaving a small trail of saliva, which Sean reflexively licked away. Sean felt a body pressed close to his, slipping and rubbing her front (almost definitely a woman, Sean could unmistakably feel breasts) over the left side of his torso. Her legs squeezed his left leg, her thigh glancing his privates through the fabric of his pants. The stranger turned, with sound of what must have been her jewellery, jangling as she spun. Her ass was in his crotch, supplying enthusiastic frottage. Sean blushed and squirmed. He was getting a hard-on in spite of himself. He'd been cursed with a responsive cock, even bumpy roads gave him erections, but if he got one here and now he'd die. The dancer, whoever she was, was probably hideous. A visible reaction would be just what his tormentors were looking for. Sean froze. He resolved not to move and brought to mind all the memories of incidents that had embarrassed him and his dick softened. Sean let slip a sigh of relief, which caused a ripple of applause and jeering to break out. The girl gave up and clung now to the right side of Sean's body. A hand stroked his chest, provoking a spontaneous shiver from Sean. An ankle curled round Sean's calf and she began to dry hump his legs. Sean could feel her breath on the cloth covering his head and hear her low, muted breaths as she gyrated slowly. He couldn't help wondering what she was wearing. He'd heard enough breathless 'wows' and 'yeah, babys' from his spectators to figure her outfit was provocative. Was she nude? Was she grinding her naked pussy on his thigh and waist? The thought and subsequent image made his cock twitch and start to stiffen again. He sucked in his breath and tried to conjure some more suppressing memories. This time it was harder, for a little voice, the same one from that night with Claudine, had reared it's head. "What if she's not ugly? What if she's hot?" It seemed to say and Sean could not ignore it completely. "Okay, guys. Enough's enough, huh?" He called out. "Boo." Some called out. "No." Yelled others. They were all banging on the bars or stamping their feet. His 'assailant' just chuckled deeply. Her hand groped his crotch as Sean tried to shrink away from her. He shook his head, in a small way, trying to convey only to her that his genitals were off limits. Maybe it worked because her body left. Sean struggled to listen to the confused and scrambled muttering that was going on behind him. Everything stopped and there was an awed or anticipatory breath. Sean heard a zip being unfastened. He checked to feel if it was on him and it wasn't. The girl was taking off whatever clothes she had on.... Sean shook his head. Why not let him see? Not that he wanted to watch...but surely they'd get more satisfaction seeing him flustered and red. "Look at them tits." Someone, nameless and unidentifiable, shouted. A woman's voice, but from outside spoke to Sean. "Shame you're missing this, Hun, even I'd go for a sample that." Sean knew it was Joelle, a dispatcher, and a fairly conservative widow he'd barely spoken to. So she was hot then. Hot like Claudine? Sean wondered, retroactively inserting Claudine's body into the memory of all he'd felt tonight and flashing back to the night on the road. Was it Claudine?!! Was all this....arranged so that she could fuck him?! Was that the aim tonight? Not just a humiliating joke but forced sex? The questions were flowing thick and fast, arousing and appalling at the same time. His cock was thick and hard now. It was straining at his pants now, fully erect but Sean was barely aware of it anymore. "Guys..." He croaked, failing to inject the bonhomie he'd been aiming for. He felt his shirt being undone. His undresser was rough and impatient, kissing and licking his chest as soon as it was revealed. "Uh..." Sean moaned. "He's so hairy." Sandra sighed, approving. Sean could feel breath on his fly and fingers undoing his belt buckle. He shifted his weight subconsciously, enjoying the sensation of his cock shift against his boxers and his pants. This was the time to put a stop to this. He felt that if he let this go any further he might not be able to control himself. Already a large part of him wanted her to unzip him and take him in her mouth and the rest of his mind was struggling to remember what was so wrong about that. "This is too far! Let me out." He pleaded, straining against the cuffs and twisting his body to the very limits of his mobility. "The joke's over." No one answered him. "Fucking hell. I don't want this." Sean hated to hear how small and insignificant his voice sounded. "Ssshh." His assailant cooed next to his cheek. She was standing now, her body close to his as his pants fell to the floor. "You're very big, Mr Deputy." She said, fondling him with both hands. "I can't want to pop this in my mouth and suck all that tasty cum right out." This was not Claudine. She really was a stranger, but she was true to her word. Her fingers hooked over the elastic of his waistband and pulled down his underwear. "No..." Sean sobbed but a triumphant roar from the onlookers drowned it out. A hand pinched his butt. "Very nice, Seany, very nice." Joelle slurred. Sean had never felt so exposed or more acutely horrified. Everyone could see him and there was no escaping them. He shut his eyes and tried to pull his cock away when he felt her lips her tongue or her hand glance across his throbbing helmet. Joelle and Sandra giggled but they sounded low down as Sean struggled blindly to avoid this adulterous blowjob. He'd pull one way and find a wet tongue there to lick the underside of his shaft or lips to nuzzle on his balls. "Stop teasing the poor woman, Sean." Randy guffawed to his left. "Yeah, Sean, give her what she wants." Joelle sneered and pushed his ass so that his groin squashed onto the face of the woman kneeling at his feet. With lightning speed she'd grabbed his cock and guided it into her waiting mouth and downed her throat. She swallowed and milked his cock and Sean was overthrown. "Ahhhhhh...." He groaned, with unadulterated pleasure. He'd closed his eyes again as her lips had closed around the root of his cock that it took a few seconds to realise that the sack had been removed. He looked down, blinking. A fucking sexy black woman was gobbling up his twitching prick, slurping and gagging down every inch. What really made his balls up was how her eyes never left his. And he'd never fucked a black person before. They had never been his type but, Jesus, the one before him...looking down he could see her mammoth breasts and slender waist. He wanted her in every way. He growled a smile down at her, rocking his hips so that he could thrust in time with her swallowing. She was relentless, bobbing down his pole again and again to bury her face in his thick pubic hair. "Auuugh..." Sean groaned. "How you liking the hooker I hired you?" Frank enquired through the bars. "Sugar's the best in town." Sean just shut his eyes and leant back on the bars. His fists were clenching and unclenching, dying to be free to touch this whore. Strangely, the fact that she was a tart just turned him on more. "AHHHH yes...." He groaned. Her mouth felt unbelievably hot and wet and it was like she never had to come up for air. He came over her scarlet lips; jet after jet over her face and she shut her eyes and took it all. She was enjoying it, she was enjoying being demeaned and Sean trembled with the realisation. His unconscious mind realised that his hands were unlocked several moments before his conscious mind. By that time he had picked up the slut. His eyes focused on the tatty mattress in the corner of the room. Sean fumbled her backwards, his mouth savagely kissing at her neck and shoulders. She tasted like nutmeg. The din from the spectators faded as he pushed her onto the nasty bed. "Fuck me." She instructed. He smiled, spread her legs and crawled up between them. He penetrated her easily, lubricated as he was by his cum and her saliva. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him like Shannon's never could. Sean rose up, resting all the weight on his hands as he humped the woman under him. Now he took the time to admire who he was fucking. Her dandelion clock afro splayed out around her. Her lips were full and her smeared lipstick made her mouth look sluttish. "Harder...harder...fuck me harder...." She crooned. Sean obliged, bringing up one knee so he could increase his leverage. Her body arched her back. Her eyes glinted their gratitude and it looked as if she was trying to say something but she was too breathless. Her head turned to her left and Sean glanced in that direction. He saw all the people watching, undisguised lust and envy in their faces. He could tell what they were thinking. All the women wanted to be under him and all the men wished they could take his place. He smiled back down at Sugar. She could see it too. It was incredible. "Huh...huh...huh....huuuugh." He shot his second load as he gritted his teeth and fell on top of her. "I'm sorry." He whispered after a minute to catch his breath. He'd cum too quick and she hadn't cum at all. "It's okay. Next time." She sighed back. Sean felt the words sink in and the full awareness of his acts hit him hard. He sloughed his body off of hers and dressed as if in a stupor. He thought that he might heave as a wave of nausea swept over him. He knew he had to get away from them all and he staggered towards the open cell door. His colleagues parted silently to allow him to pass and Sean, though his eyes were downcast, could feel their eyes on him. ++++++++++++++++++++ The next day Sean hid under the bed cover as Shannon rose and got ready for her day. She didn't say a word to him and he hoped that she suspected a terrible hangover or something. After she had left for work Sean phoned in sick. How could he face his colleagues when he could barely live with himself? It felt as if his life was slipping away from him here. Maybe he could patch things up with Shannon, apologise to her for bringing them here and convince her that they should leave as quickly as possible? No, she'd want to know why, after only a short time in this 'small town idyll' and Sean could not tell her. He buried his face in pillow, enjoying the sensation as his body began to cry for oxygen. His thoughts were a mess. He cursed his colleagues at the same time as he loathed himself for seeking to justify away his own responsibility. He also hated how powerless he had been and still felt. Sean rose and dressed, planning to spend some time with the timbers in the attic. Hopefully a day spent hammering away would ease some of his frustrations. +++++++++++++++++ Sean barely heard the knock at the door because he was working hard. He pulled on his t-shirt and checked his sweats. When he opened the door Anna Bristoe stood on the porch, hands on her hips and scornful expression on her face. "I knew you were throwing a sickie, especially when the guys explained what happened last night...," Sean must have visibly paled because Anna laughed lightly and entered the house. "Don't worry, Sean, the people of Sixville know how to keep secrets...Shannon will never know." Sean watched her , stunned but growing angrier. How could her attitude be so blasé and flippant?! "I wouldn't need to keep anything secret from my wife if I hadn't been abducted by my workmates and assaulted by a whore from the street." He snarled, uncrossing his arms. The levity fell from Anna's eyes and smile. "Sean. You have to believe me but no one meant to upset you last night. It was just a prank that got out of control," She explained. "It just kinda snowballed and no one could stop it once it had begun...." Was that last part offering sympathy, an explanation...an excuse? Sean so wanted to believe that. "Sean, come into work tomorrow. No one is thinking any less of you, you know?" Anna added. Sean couldn't answer. He wanted to believe that there was nothing he could have done, that it was his body that had betrayed him. Anna squeezed his arm and left, obviously realising that he needed time alone. Sean did not return to the attic, instead he sat mulling over everything. Anna's words were too tempting; it seemed so easy to assuage his guilt, to tell himself that he hadn't wanted to cheat on Shannon and relieve his torment. A lesser man might have yielded to such thoughts and chalked up the infidelity as a slip, something that could not be helped. Sean, though it was painful, knew he had to face what he had done and bear his measure of culpability. He showered and left the house, reassured that he was going to find assistance in the house of the Lord. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sean shifted uncomfortably in the confessional. He didn't like to talk about his issues even here. "So, my child," came the old and scratchy voice from behind the partition, " You resisted temptation on the highway?" Sean took a deep breath and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. "I've been having lustful thoughts...since..." Sean croaked. It was true. Every time he'd let his vigilance slip he'd recall the texture of Sugar's skin or the image of Claudine's pussy. "Hmmm, indeed a sin, but understandable I feel." He priest whispered. "I committed adultery, Father..." Sean cried, his voicing nearly cracking. "I believe that there are some mitigating circumstances with that incident?" Sean didn't answer. Was the priest, too, suggesting that Sean was blameless? Sean wanted to be given a penance, to deserve the forgiveness he could not give himself. "Father, I have sinned, regardless of any extenuating factors. I'm truly repentant and I'm confessing to you so that the Lord may know that I was weak but will not be so again." Sean explained. "I cannot grant you absolution, my son. The sin you have committed was to take your fidelity for granted. Marriage, under the eyes of God, is a sacred bond but you let your defences weaken. If you are forgiven now you may continue to sin in such a way." Sean let out an involuntary groan. He didn't understand what the Father was suggesting. "If a soldier survives a battle by avoiding the fight, he is a coward. In the same way one cannot remain sinless by avoiding temptation, only by resisting its lure. Seek out this prostitute. Speak to her. Find out if you're truly resolved to deny yourself the pleasure of the flesh, and only then will I absolve you of those transgressions already committed." Sean was bewildered. This was not the way this should happen. The Church had always been the foundation Sean had relied on and believed in; its aspirations were Sean's aspirations. As Sean left the confessional he was left with sense of deep unease as if the ground were shifting between his feet. He had no intention of meeting with Sugar, an act too close to inviting the Devil into his heart; the Church's guidance, for the first time, had not helped to calm his troubles and steady him on his path. Sean wandered through Sixville, adrift and bereft of sanctuary. Shannon only reminded him of his betrayal and he didn't know if he'd ever be able to face the other deputies ever again. He really felt sick now and his perspiration and slow steps were drawing attention. Sean found a quiet bench in a park, which he slumped into. He flopped back, enjoying the stretch of his muscles as he leant over the bench's back. He shut his eyes and tried to clear his mind. "How was the visit with Father Miller?" Sean jolted upright, staring at the silent interloper. The girl looked like the bastard child of Monroe and Pinhead. Sean looked around to double-check that she was actually talking to him. He gazed at her dumbly. He didn't know how the session with the Father had gone and he certainly wasn't going to discuss his conflicted feelings with an absolute stranger. She smiled like it didn't matter. "There is no God in Sixville, Deputy Donheeney, only Circe and her daughters and all the men become little piggies. I believe you've even met a couple." Sean glared at her. He knew her type; pagan or atheist it didn't matter, she was gloating in her perceived superiority, spouting non-sequiturs as if they amounted to wisdom. He got up to leave. "In Pinocchio they were turned into jack-asses or donkeys, or something like that." She rambled. "Excuse me." Sean said, focusing on maintaining a polite demeanour. It must have failed because the girl scowled fiercely. "Jack-ass..." She said, her message clear. "I think it was jack-asses." Her eyelashes fluttered with faux innocence. "I'm trying to help you. I know all about Claudine by the road side and the party in the cells." Sean's blood ran cold. Did everyone know? How close was his life to falling apart? The girl was looking at him coyly, through her big blue eyes. "I'm warning you not to play games with me." He growled, grabbing her arm to yank her off the sidewalk. "Deputy!" She cried out, provoking several stares from passers-by. "I'm sorry. I mean it. Sixville is not safe when you are so tasty and wafting your aroma all over the place." Sean let her go and there were tears in her eyes as she rubbed her arm. Sean was ashamed at himself, and left, unable to cope with the whirlwind of emotion that was building. He consoled himself with hopes that she was strung out and high and any idea of blackmail would flitter away the way night passes. Or maybe he should confess everything to Shannon. Better that she hear it from him, when he could set out the truth of what had really happened. They had always said that their marriage could withstand anything and Sean was firmly convinced of that, if nothing else anymore. +++++++++++++++++++++ He chickened out. Shannon had been in a conciliatory mood when he'd returned home and he hadn't wanted to spoil it. She'd got him his favourite dishes from the Chinese takeout and appeared intent to please her husband all night. If anything her attention was a little unnerving in its determination. Shannon poured more wine into Sean's glass and perched on his knee. "Do you still love me, babe?" She inquired, trying to appear less concerned about the answer than she blatantly was. Sean glanced at her. It was clear to him that the answer was important to her but he couldn't quite read the expression in her eyes. He found that he couldn't answer. His brain was preoccupied with the fear that some trickle of rumour had made its way to her ears. He kissed her. He did love her and he wanted her to know it. As their lips collided and danced he wanted to etch every second on his memory so he had a permanent reminder of what he wanted more than anything. Shannon pushed his hand under her skirt and after a second's surprise Sean began to strum at her clit. Sean had never known her to be so forward and eager so he was a little shocked as she pulled off her sweater and pushed his head to her heaving chest. His erection had sprung up only encounter the fabric of Sean's pants and the weight of Shannon's thigh. Sean shifted to ease the pressure and Shannon was gone, skipping naked into the den. Sean hastily stripped down to his boxers and ran after his wife. He found her on her hands and knees. "I need you tonight....I want you....I do..." She sighed over her shoulder, her voice low and desperate.