6 comments/ 21446 views/ 3 favorites The Country Cop By: Cromagnonman Before 'Anonymous' tells us that this is all bullshit, the following is loosely based on a true story. The incidents involving the policeman, the drunk and his wife actually did happen, of course some changes have been made to make the story more credible. The road into town passes a sign that reads 'Morton. Population: 250'. But the sign can no longer be believed because no-one has bothered to change it for twenty years. On one side of the main street is the railway station that once thrived with goods from the local farms and forests being loaded onto trains and shipped to markets miles away. The loading dock and siding are no longer used and miles have become kilometres. On the other side of the road is the General Store that holds onto tradition by closing for an hour at lunch time. Next to the general Store is the hotel. It no longer is the thriving business that it once was at the time that this story is set. Further up the road is the hull of a building that used to house the cinema as they call them today. In its heyday it was known as the 'flicks', a throwback to a time when hand-cranked films flickered. The 'flicks' was famous for its cuddle seats, two seats without the barrier of an armrest in the middle, where young couples could kiss and cuddle, and which had an unfortunate habit of collapsing, depositing the courting couple unceremoniously onto the floor amid the cheers and cat-calls of the rest of the audience. Next door but one to the cinema was the red-brick Police Station that was presided over by one policeman. This was for years Sergeant Frank Chilvers, known to all and sundry as 'Chilly'. It is he who is the central character of this story, and the events depicted are what led to his decision to leave this position. These events came to light during a 'Performance Review' and I should know because it was me that conducted it. I arrived incognito a week ahead of the scheduled review meeting so that I could get a feel of the situation, to see how the locals got on with the Sergeant. The first thing that struck me was that no-one ever referred to him by his title or name, it was always 'chilly'. Now the official stance to this type of casual attitude was that it was not encouraged, after all the people were supposed to respect the police. My stance was a little different, and it depended very much on the tone used by the person speaking to or about him. In every case the tone was familiar without being derogatory so I let it slide. The next thing I noticed was when he was giving driving tests they varied from student to student. Some were put through a very stringent test while others, and in one case instance, the test was almost non-existent. The case in point consisted of the student driving him to the Fish and Chip shop at the top of the hill and waiting while he bought his lunch and then driving him back to the police station. One case in particular that I heard about was when a young lad arrived at the police station on his seventeenth birthday and announced to Sergeant Chilvers that he had come to sit his driving test. Sergeant Chilvers' response was; "How many years have you been driving now Phil?" Phil was quite open with his answer; "Since I was twelve." With which Sergeant Chilvers issued him with his Drivers Licence. I was horrified when I heard about that one and made a note to raise the issue when I spoke to him. I sat in the front bar of the Hotel on Saturday night watching the customers. They were the usual types you get in a country pub, the older guys sitting and chatting away, usually about the 'good old days' and the things that they did and some of the women that they 'knew'. Then there were the middle aged guys drinking to forget the woman waiting at home for them, and wondering when it would be safe for them to return. The next group were the interesting ones, they were the younger men in their late twenties or early thirties who were still full of bullshit about the things that they'd gotten up to and the women that they'd had. They drank too much and talked too loud and in many ways were a disturbance to the rest of the clientele. The final group were the young guys who didn't have a date to the flicks and were too embarrassed to rock up solo. They sat at the bar and drank beer until they needed to empty their bladder to fit the next beer in. They weren't much of a problem and the Sergeant arrived just before closing time and suggested that they call it a night. They got up and left. He then went over to one of the old guys. "Bill, I've just rung your Mary, she's coming in to pick you up. You'd better finish up, you don't want to keep her waiting." Mary I assumed to be the man's wife but as it turned out she must have been his grand-daughter. She thanked 'Chilly' and ushered the old man out. His mates soon followed and I noticed that despite having been drinking steadily all night they didn't seem worse for wear. The middle aged men saw what was going on and decided to brave the home front. This left the bullshit artists. They were noisy and had been just noisy, no real problems until one of them started bragging. "Wednesday night I fucked Suzie Chambers in the front seat of my car while we were parked in her driveway with her old man asleep inside not twenty feet away. She fucking scared the shit out of me when she came, Christ was she loud, I thought she'd wake up the whole fucking neighbourhood." "You are so full of it man!" One of his mates interjected into this narrative. "I live right next door to her and, if she was as loud as you say she was, she would've set my dogs off. They bark at the slightest noise, they've even been known to bark when a mouse farted." "Are you calling me a fucking liar? If you don't believe me you only have to ask her. She told me it was the best fuck that she'd had for years." "She tells everyone bloke that, and she's told plenty." "Are you saying she's a slut?" "She must be if she'll let you fuck her." It looked like it was going to develop into something when Sergeant Chilvers strolled over and tapped the first guy lightly on the shoulder with his big four cell Winchester torch. The guy swung around with his fists at the ready, but when he saw who it was he dropped them. The Sergeant still had his torch raised and looked as if he meant business. The man skulled his beer and they all left the hotel. Cliff, the publican poured a beer and passed it over the bar to the Sergeant. "Thanks for that Chilly, They'd been a little loud and full of shit up until then and I was keeping an eye on them but you saved me the agro." Chilvers drank the beer in one go and placed the glass back on the bar. "No worries Mate, I'll see ya next Sat'dy night, if you have any problems during the week you just have to give me a bell." "Sure thing Chilly, see ya." I walked over to the bar. "That was pretty impressive, does everyone go so quietly?" "Yeah, Chilly's a good cop and the people know it. He doesn't take any bullshit and knows how to handle himself when he needs to, but he hasn't needed to for a long time. When he tells someone to cool it they do." "How long did it take to earn that respect?" "It took a while. When he first got here he was pretty gung ho and by the book. He didn't win too many friends let me tell you. But one of the old boys took him to one side and told him a thing or two about handling us country folk. City ways just don't work out here. Once he cottoned to that bit of advice things got better for him. He did a deal, if any of the young bucks started acting tough he took him aside and admonished him in a subtle way. If it happened again he had a quiet word with the kid's father and let him sort it out behind the wood shed. They learned quickly enough. Nothing happens around here that he doesn't know about. Even some of the parents ask him to 'admonish' their kids when they get out of control." "Is there much crime around here?" "Not as you'd notice. Whenever there's a break-in he usually knows who did it and goes and has words. If the guy has the goods still it's returned and nothing more is said about it. If the tea leaf (thief) does it again he gets locked up and everyone hears about it. They seldom re-offend, especially not after the towns folk all go to the lock-up and sit outside the cell and talk about him and what they'll do to him the next time." "And that works?" I was astonished by this revelation of country justice. "The last time something was taken was three years ago. If he doesn't watch out he'll be doing himself out of a job." "What about violence, have there been any instances of husbands beating their wives or of lover's spats that have got out of hand?" "Hasn't been any of that for years, you see the women, when Chilly won their trust and they felt that he'd do something about it, would tell him if the old man had given them the rounds of the kitchen and Chilly would pay them a visit at their place of work. Word soon got around that if the husband got a visit at work it was because he'd been beating his wife. The husbands couldn't stand the embarrassment so the practice stopped." "What was to prevent a woman seeking revenge for some perceived hurt by falsely accusing her husband of beating her?" "That was only tried once. The woman in question made a slip up when Chilly was getting details that aroused his suspicions so he investigated further. She had told all her friends what a bastard her husband was for beating her, which wasn't true, he just wouldn't let her buy an expensive dress that she had her eye on because they couldn't afford it. The woman was 'asked' to publicly apologise to her husband, she never did it again and neither did anyone else." "So, Sergeant Chilvers seems to make use of the people to keep each other under control?" "Can you think of a better way? If you don't mind me asking, what's your interest in all of this?" "I'm investigating the operations of the country policemen for my PhD thesis." This was partly true, I was doing a PhD and that was my topic, but it was also my job and the thesis will probably end up the basis of a model for country police operations. I said goodnight and went to my room. I had a lot of thinking to do. Just about everything that Chilvers did was against police regulations, but there was no denying that his methods seemed to work and his standing in the community was the best that I'd come across. This could require a radical rethink of how things were done in the country. Word got around about my investigation and that brought about the first negative reaction. It was in the form of a young, if you can call the mid-twenties young, attractive blonde woman. She approached me as I sat in the dining room eating breakfast. "Excuse me, are you the man investigating Sergeant Chilvers?" "Yes. Can I help you?" "Is there somewhere private where we can talk?" "I'm in room 2 upstairs, if you give me half an hour to finish here I'll be happy to talk to you." I wasn't happy with this situation, I had a feeling that it could prove tricky, but I needed to listen to what she had to say. I answered her knock and she entered. My feeling of unease increased when I had a closer look at her, there was something about her that I didn't trust. "What do you want to talk to me about?" "It's about Chilly and me." "What about Chilly and you?" "He and I are having an affair." "So, he's not a married man, I have to assume that the problem is that you're married, is this correct?" 'Yes. I'm Suzie Chambers. It's not so much that we're having the affair that's the problem, it's how it started in the first place that's the problem. Once it began I didn't want it to stop." "Does he want it to stop?" "He says he does but he keeps coming back." "How did it get started?" "Well, my husband Jim, he's a hard worker and he usually calls into the pub on Friday after work for a drink with his workmates and friends, there's a whole bunch of them every Friday night." "Are there any women involved?" "Good God no! Women are not allowed there, it's a time for the blokes only." "So what happened?" "One Friday night Jim got really drunk, more than usual, and Chilly stopped him just as he was getting into his car to drive home, and took him to the lock-up to sober up for the night." "That seems fair." "Then he came to our house to tell me that Jim was in the lock-up and would be charged with being drunk and disorderly. That was when he suggested that if I didn't want him charged we could come to an arrangement. You know. . . . ." She left it to my imagination as to what was being suggested. "So in return for you having sex with him he would drop the charges against your husband?" "Yes. And I'm not the only woman that he has done this with." "And I gather you agreed to this?" "What choice did I have? We couldn't afford to pay any fines and if we couldn't he'd go to gaol and then where would I be?" "So you and the Sergeant had sex?" "Yes." "Was this the only time or were there more?" "Oh no, there were more. It became a regular thing, at least once a month he'd lock Jim up for the night and then come to me for sex." "Did you think to report him?" "I did at first but then, then I began to look forward to his visits. He is a good lover." "Do you have any children?" "No. We can't afford to have children." "For me to take this matter further I'll need a statement from you describing what happened, the dates of all of these visits, and what you did. I need as much detail as possible, do you think you can do that?" "Yes." "Okay, what I want you to do is to go home and write down everything that you can remember and bring it back to me tomorrow. We'll go through it and from it we can draft a stat dec (Statutory Declaration) that I can use as a basis for my enquiries." She poked her head out of the door to see if the coast was clear before disappearing down the corridor leaving me wondering what the hell was happening. Up until now it was looking very positive for the Sergeant but if what she had just told me had any truth to it, it could mean the end of his career. He had used his position as a law enforcement officer for his own gains and that cannot be tolerated. I spent the rest of the day going over my notes but something bothered me. Chilvers had shown himself to be a tolerant man who administered justice in a firm but fair manner, he tolerated minor misdemeanours and indiscretions and cracked down hard on matters that affected a third party, yet, if this woman was to be believed, he stepped outside the parameters he set for others for his own benefit. I couldn't understand this, and the statement that I read the next day did nothing to alleviate my concerns. *** 'The following statement is a true and accurate record of the events that transpired between me and Sergeant Frank Chilvers. On a Saturday night (I made a note to get the exact date) in May of last year I answered my door and Sergeant Chilvers was there. He asked to come in and I thought that something bad had happened to my husband Jim. Sergeant Chilvers told me that Jim had been arrested for being drunk and disorderly, he had urinated in the street outside the pub, and was in the lock-up. He informed me that if he pressed charges Jim would be fined a large amount of money or could go to gaol. This was a bad situation because we couldn't afford a fine and if we couldn't pay Jim would go to gaol anyway. I had no other income. Sergeant Chilvers told me that I could arrange to pay the fine off or, if he were to not proceed with the charges he would expect some form of payment. I asked him what he meant and he said that he saw the way I looked at him when we met in the street and that if I was to have sex with him he would let Jim go in the morning when he sobered up. I didn't want to do this but he put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me close to him and kissed me. I struggled to get away from him but he was stronger than me. He kissed me again and because I was wearing only my nightdress he couldn't take his eyes off me. He could see my nipples through the material and it was turning him on. He put his hand on my breast and I tried to pull it away but he wouldn't let me. After a while he lifted the hem of my nightdress and began to touch me down there and all the while he kept telling me that I knew that I wanted it and he was going to give it to me. In the end I realised that there was no stopping him so I let him do it. The next morning Jim came home and told me that Chilly had kept him locked up all night and that he didn't think that he was all that drunk. He said that Chilly told him that he wouldn't lay charges this time but that if it happened again he would. I told him that it had better not happen again. A month later it happened again and Chilly came round the same as before and told me that he'd have to fine Jim this time, unless. . . .I got his meaning and we did it again, only this time he got me to kneel in front of him and to suck his cock until he came into my mouth. We had sex several times that night and Jim was released the next morning and he didn't have to pay the fine. This went on once, sometimes twice a month, Jim would get drunk and Chilly would lock him up for the night and then come around to see me and we'd have sex. By this time I was getting to like having sex with Chilly, let's face it, Jim was no great shakes in bed at the best of times, he was hopeless when he was drunk so it was no great loss for me that he was locked up. At least he couldn't come home and catch me and Chilly at it. *** The accusation was there, she was accusing Sergeant Chilvers of abusing his position as a police officer to obtain sexual favours from her. While she was a reluctant participant in the first few episodes she came to like it, but this doesn't make the act any less reprehensible and I would have to investigate this further. I rang Sergeant Chilvers and identified myself and the reason that I wanted to arrange a time when I could discuss the issues with him. I also asked for a copy of the station records over the past ten years to be sent to my hotel so that I could look through them before the meeting. A time was set for two the following afternoon. I had my notes in front of me as we sat at a table in the police station. He had made me a cup of coffee that was almost drinkable but not the worst police station coffee that I had ever tasted. "Sergeant Chilvers, I am here to conduct a Performance Review. As you are aware, every two years each serving officer has to undergo a review to ascertain his suitability for promotion in the future. Now I have several questions to ask you and you will answer them truthfully. At the end of this I will summarise my findings and concerns and you will be given the opportunity to address any of my concerns. Is this understood?" 'Yes." He seemed quietly confident. "Now you have been here for fourteen years, is this correct?" "Yes." "And you have never in that time thought of moving on to a higher ranked posting?" "When I first got here I would have busted my gut to move on and up, but I got to like the place and the people here." (I bet you did.) "If I were to ask if you wanted a transfer now, would you accept one?" "No. I am happy with my job and with my life here." "If I were to offer you a transfer at a higher rank and increased salary, would you accept it?" "No. The way that I see it, any promotion would mean that I would have to move back to the city, and I know that the police department would help with the removal expenses, unless it came with departmental housing like I have here, I wouldn't be able to afford the move. That along with the fact that I like it here means that I would decline the offer." The Country Cop "Okay, let's look at how you operate here." I opened his record and glanced at my notes. It tells me here that you haven't had a burglary in three years. I find that hard to believe." "It's not that hard to believe when you know the people of this town. They all look after each other, if someone's sick there are people to help out with food and housework and things like that. If someone is having a hard time financially there will be people to help out with eggs and milk and groceries until they are back on their feet. If someone wants a lawnmower because his has broken down, he doesn't go to his neighbour and steal his, he knocks on the front door and asks for a lend and it is freely given. There is no expectation of repayment, it just happens. So why would you want to steal from your neighbour when all you have to do is ask and it is given." "The last time we had a burglary it was the son of a family that had just moved into town. He was on drugs and needed money to buy them, so he stole some tools from his neighbour and tried to sell them. The person to whom he tried to sell them recognised them and called me and I went and had a word with him. He tried it again a week or so later so I had to arrest him. While he was waiting to go to trial the people here paid him a visit and discussed openly what would happen if he did it again. He never did and now he's a really nice young man, and he doesn't do drugs any more." "Fine." I made notes in my pad. "I notice that you haven't had any major traffic accidents for many years. How do you explain that?" "The kids here learn to drive at an early age and they learn to drive well." "Something I heard concerns your methods of testing Learner Drivers before you issue a licence. Some students get an easy test while others are failed several times before you issue the licence. Can you explain this discrepancy?" "I've seen these kids grow up and I've seen them when they have been learning to drive and I know even before they sit the test how good they are. If I don't see the need to conduct a full examination that is my call based on my knowledge of the driver." "I even heard that one young man got no test at all, how do you explain that?" "You're talking about Phil Benson. Phil had to learn young and he was allowed to drive before he was of age because the family needed him to be able to drive to school. You see, his parents had been having a hard time of it. They were orchardists and over a period of several years factors combined so that they had virtually no farm income, but the had to keep going for the sake of the kids, there were four of them and Phil was the oldest, so a lot fell on his shoulders." "Phil had been driving farm tractors since he was knee high to a grasshopper and when he was twelve his father was given a clapped out old bomb of a car by a neighbour. Phil stripped it down and rebuilt it, and it went. So he built a track around the farm, virtually a rally track, you know, in and out of the trees, up and down hills and creek crossings, all the fun things. He practised by driving around that track at every opportunity until he could almost do it blind folded." "I was out at the farm, dropping off some stuff that a friend had given me, when I saw Phil belting around the track, so I went over to watch him. Boy could that kid drive, he wrung the neck off that car, his car control was that good that he would have won rallies if he'd been old enough to enter them. I turned a blind eye when he began to drive his brother and two sisters in to school. I watched him and decided that he was a mature and sensible driver, so when he arrived at the station on his seventeenth birthday I had no hesitation in issuing his licence." "His brother on the other hand tried five times before I gave him his. Not to put too fine a point on it, the first time he fronted for his test he was an idiot. He frightened the living daylights out of me, so I told him to go away and learn to drive before coming back. It took time and several rejections before he was considered competent. I did however give him a warning that if I ever saw him driving stupidly I would ground him and keep an eye on him and if I ever caught him driving while unlicensed he would go to gaol. He got the message and started to listen to his brother, he is now a competent and safe, but not brilliant driver." "What I'm getting from all of this is that you are using the community to do your work for you." "Don't tell them that, but essentially that's the only way you can operate in a country town. If you go by the book and administer the letter of the Law you'll get absolutely nowhere." "That confirms what I'd observed in the short time that I've been here." Chilvers looked more closely at the man opposite him. "But there is one nasty fly in the ointment." I took Suzie Chambers' statement from my folder. "I have here a statement from a Suzie Chambers who alleges that you used your position as the only policeman here to coerce her into providing you with sexual favours. What do you say to that?" "Do you mind?" He held his hand out for the statement, I gave it to him and he read it. "This is about what I would have expected from her. Let me tell you the real story." *** "I first came across Suzie Martin, as she was then, when she was a sixteen year old schoolgirl. I was giving a lecture on Road Safety to the high school kids and she was one of them. She developed a crush on me and began to follow me around and I found that at every turn there she was. For obvious reasons I couldn't allow this to continue, I was married at the time, so I talked to her parents about it and they promised to talk to her. It stopped for a while, but after my wife left me I found that it was because Suzie was going around telling everyone that we were lovers and when Julie, my wife, confronted her with her allegations she gave her places, times and dates of where she alleged we had made love. It was all a fabrication but the first I knew of it was the note Julie left when she moved out. I have since found out that Suzie was sending Julie letters containing graphic details of our alleged affair." "I had hoped that all of this would stop when Suzie married Jim Chambers, and it did for a while. But about two years ago it all started again. She would follow me, when I went shopping for groceries, there she was, when I went for a jog in the evening, there she was. I threatened to take out a restraining order and things slowed down. Then Jim came to me for advice. She was making life a misery for him, continually telling him that he was useless in bed and that I was so much better, the inference being that we were lovers, but Jim knew her better than she realised. So we came to an arrangement, whenever she got too much for him he would go through the motions of getting shit-faced and I would 'arrest him'." "I would take him home with me and he'd sleep in the spare room and I'd drop him home in the morning. She'd give him the rounds of the kitchen and regale him with fanciful stories about how she and I had fucked each other to a standstill and that I was the best fuck she had ever had. He'd let her rant and rave and then he'd tell her that if I was so brilliant then maybe she should leave and move in with me. She of course wasn't able to do that because of the threat of a restraining order." "My life has changed for the better in recent times, you see old Bill Simpson was pretty crook about twelve months ago and his daughter Mary needed some help. So I went and offered to help out when I could, and to keep an eye on Bill when he went to the pub with his mates. What they didn't realise was that I made a deal with Cliff at the pub, and he sends me the bill for the drinks that Bill has had. I mean to talk to Cliff about that, I don't think he can count all that well, I'm sure Bill gets through more than I'm paying for. Anyhow, one thing has led to another and Mary and I are planning to marry as soon as my divorce is final, that will be in about a month." *** "So you see, I have a reason to stay here, here is my life and I can't transfer away from here, who would look after Bill if Mary and I aren't around? By the way," he glanced at his watch, "I anticipated this complaint from Suzie and waiting in the next room are Jim and Mary, here to corroborate my story." He got up and opened the door. They came in, and Mary had a questioning look on her face. He held out his arms for her and she came into them, standing on her toes and kissing him. "It's okay." He told her in a voice not much more than a whisper and she smiled that beautiful smile of hers. "When you've quite finished, I'd like to say something." I looked from one to the other of them. "Firstly, I don't need your supporting evidence." Mary and Jim stood up to leave. "No, don't go, what I have to say concerns both of you and the whole community. When I came here it was to confirm what I'd heard on the grapevine and been told by policemen working in the surrounding districts. They couldn't understand how a community like this could have so little crime and have spoken to some of the citizens from here. They were told that there was no obvious explanation, everything just happened." "So," I looked at them again. "What I came here for, as well as your Performance Appraisal, which you'll be pleased to know is very positive, was to offer you a promotion. At first it was on the basis that you would have to move to the city, but, on giving it some thought, I've decided to do this a different way. My original intention was to recommend your promotion to a Training Role at the Police Academy where you could pass on your knowledge and experience so that we can get a police force better suited to country policing." Mary looked at him waiting for his reaction to this. "I'm sorry, but I can't accept it. I'll resign if you force me to leave." "Hear me out. What I now propose, and I'm authorized to do this, will be for you to lecture on a part-time basis. You can stay here and come to the Academy as required, and I haven't worked out yet whether it would be on the basis of one day a week or a block of five days a month, whatever, we in the force need someone like you who has so much understanding of how best a policeman can operate in a small community." "Can I think about it? I need to discuss it with those who are important in my life. Mary and I will talk it over tonight and hopefully have an answer for you tomorrow." "Very well then, I'll call by in the morning. Good-bye Jim, Mary, I can see why he's so desperate to stay here." As I left Jim said good-bye and left them to follow me to the hotel. Mary came into his arms and hugged him. "Frank, Darling, whatever you decide will be fine with me." Her lips tasted so fine that he just didn't want to stop kissing her. "I won't leave you or Bill in the lurch. I think that I'll go ahead with something that I've been thinking about for some time." He reached into his top drawer and took a sheet of paper from it, it was his resignation. He handed it to Mary to read. "I want to be with you and Bill and it's hard enough while I'm here full time let alone if I have to go into the city which ever way they decide to work it. With my Superannuation I'll have enough to pay off what's owing on your property and to make some improvement necessary for us to make a return to profitable farming." "Oh Darling, this is the most wonderful thing for you to want to do but I can't ask you to forgo your career, the job that you're so passionate about, to help Dad and me." "I'm not doing it just for you and Bill, I'm doing it for me. This business with Suzie Chambers was the final straw, I just don't think that I can put you through all of that." "Forget about that silly little girl. I have a feeling that it will be resolved and soon." She kissed him again. The phone shattered the moment. "Morton Police, Sergeant Chilvers speaking." "Cut the crap Chilly, it's Cliff, can you get over here straight away." "Sure thing, what's the problem?" "I'll tell you about it when you get here." "Wait here." He told Mary, "There's something happening at the pub." He ran from the station and down the road to the hotel. Mary followed him. As he pushed open the hotel door there was a huge cheer from the crowded bar. Cliff held up his hands for silence. "Ladies and gentlemen." "Where?" There was laughter, the mood was upbeat. "Quiet! The reason that we are here is because we have just heard that Chilly is being offered a promotion and, while he hasn't made a decision yet, we, Jim and I, have decided that we as a community should show our appreciation for the years of exemplary. . ." "Where did you learn that word?" "Service and to try to influence him to stay here with us." It hadn't taken long for the word to spread and people were coming from all over the place. Cliff's offer of free beer for the first hour might have had something to do with it. "Nah, let the bastard go! Just kidding." One of the young men who almost started the brawl on Saturday held up his hand to show that he didn't mean it. "Like I said, we are here to influence his decision, not so much for him we don't give a toss if he wants to leave us or not, but for Bill and Mary who have come to depend on the mug." "Did Mary put you up to this?" "No I didn't." Mary walked up to stand by Cliff. "I've done my best to keep him here, even offered to marry him and let me tell you, there's a ninety-nine point nine chance of him staying. If you want to make that a hundred percent you'd better buy him a beer before he changes his mind!" A foaming pint was passed from hand to hand until it reached Sergeant Chilvers. "I can't drink this, I'm on duty." "In never stopped you before." More laughter. I stood up. "People. I have to admit that I'm the one trying to entice Chilly away from here, but before you lynch me, let me tell you that I've just about changed my mind. If you want me to reverse my decision you'd better buy me a beer too." One appeared as if by magic. "People, can I have your attention for just a minute more. I came here with the intention, not to entice Chilly away from you permanently, merely to borrow him from time to time so that we, in the Police Force can train our new recruits that want a country posting in the finer points of country policing. I firmly believe that he's the best there is!" A loud cheer erupted from the crowd. "The one reason that he gave for even considering a move was," I was going out on a limb here identifying Suzie but decided that this was how it was done here. "A certain young lady had made allegations against him that were as untrue as they were damaging to his reputation. As a Senior Police Officer I should by rights charge this young lady with creating a public mischief, but instead I have decided to turn a blind eye while her husband gives her a swift kick up the arse, Jim?" Another cheer erupted as Jim grabbed Suzie and unconvincingly kicked her. Then he led her from the hotel. A voice from the crowd yelled; "Slip her a bit Jim so's she won't keep pestering us for it." Jim gave him a good natured finger as they left. The party kicked on in earnest and it was a while before I managed to talk to Chilly and Mary. "I'm not pressuring you in any way but I would still like you to consider it, but I think I may have found a better solution. How would it be if I were to send a Sergeant here and you train him for say, three months, show him the ropes, get him used to your methods, and then I'll let you resign, but on one condition." "What's that?" He asked me. "I want an invite to the wedding." Mary threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Talk about a loser, he's not even married to her and she's looking at someone else!" "Shut up Bill, he's going to be your son soon." Cliff said. "Who the hell do you think has been paying for the beer you drink for the last year or so?" "You? Why did you do it?" Mary asked. "Do you think that I was going to stand by and see the woman I love and her father, who I also love, kicked off their farm because he was fond of the odd drop of falling down liquid or several?" "Ah, this getting too mushy for me, come on Mary, take me home." "I'm afraid I can't allow that without breath testing Mary, I think she might have had a little too much to drink tonight." Chilvers took a balloon his pocket, why he should carry a balloon around was beyond me. "Miss, would you blow into this breathalyser unit until I tell you to stop." She took a deep breath and blew, the balloon was half full of air when he told her to stop. He slowly released the air with the mouth of the balloon under his nose. "Just as I thought, I'm sorry Miss you are going to have to come with me. Cliff, have you got a room for Bill?" 'Sure thing Chilly. Now you two behave yourselves." "No way!" They answered simultaneously. I knocked, actually I tapped, knocking would have hurt my head too much, on the police house door and it was opened by a very smug looking Mary. "Come in, we're just having breakfast, would you like coffee?" "Only if you don't add milk or sugar, I don't think I could stand the sound of stirring." "That bad huh?" Chilvers walked up behind Mary and put his arms around her, she leaned back against him and made this purring sound. I could see through the haze that they were glad that their love was now out in the open and they didn't have to sneak around behind everyone's back. "Have you made a decision?" I asked as the hot liquid worked its magic on my churning stomach. "Yes we have. You can send in my replacement and I'll teach him everything I know, and I'll even convince the locals not to give him too hard a time. At the end of three months he should be well and truly settled in and I can retire in peace. Then, if the department agrees, I'll work one day a week as a Consultant Trainer, teaching recruits at the Academy how to survive in the bush. The rest of my time will be spent with family, now that I'll have one. Deal?" "Deal." I shook his hand. The Country Cousin Sweat covered Susan's straining body as she gasped for air, her skin flushed a bright red, her heart pumping as fast and as hard as it could to keep up, muscles pumping and thrusting as she worked towards her goal. Her long blonde hair, bound in a pony tail, whipped around behind her as she ignored the burning in her lungs, the muscles begging for reprieve, the dryness of her throat. Susan blocked out all distractions, the sounds of her parents shouting her name to cheer her on only broke through as she came around the last turn on the track, breaking into a dead sprint to cross the finish line only a couple of paces ahead of her nearest rival! She slowed down, continuing to jog for a short distance before walking off the track to be embraced by her boyfriend, Blake. She returned his hug for a few moments, feeling his massive arms wrap around her, before backing away so she could catch her breath. "Great job, Susan! You've got the top run times for the 400 meter dash and the 3K relay! Not a bad way to finish high school, huh?" "Nope, not a bad way at all. Where's mom and dad?" Susan saw the answer to her question as her parents came jogging up to her, cameras in hand. "Oh we're so proud of you sweetie!" "Great job, Suzy. You want to go out for lunch at Freddie's after they wrap up here?" "Sure thing, Dad." -- And so the school year wound down, Susan and Blake graduated, with Susan in the top tenth of her class and Blake graduating with a comfortable if not impressive 3.0 GPA. Fact was, Blake only got that grade because of Susan tutoring him, which also happened to be how they started dating. Blake had started doing poorly in his math and science classes, and was in danger of being taken off the team. Coach Thompson, the football coach, had talked to Coach Hernandez, the Track and Field coach, and asked if any of her girls could tutor him. He had gotten it in his head that Blake would pay more attention if the tutor was a pretty girl, not to mention that Blake, despite his athletic prowess, was almost painfully shy around girls. It so happened that he did pay attention when Susan was tutoring him, and she helped him to get the grades he needed to pass the class, the two of them becoming a couple on the way. Blake was the kind of guy who was just smart enough to figure out that he should find someone smarter than him to do the heavy thinking. He wasn't an idiot by any reasonable measure, but he was comfortable with letting Susan call the shots for him. Most of their circle of friends consisted of members of the school's various athletic groups: sports, track and field, weightlifting, and wrestling. They never really tried to exclude anyone else, but kids their age tend to hang out with kids they're similar to. One of the exceptions in their group was Susan's cousin Judy, who would drive into town every couple of weekends in her patched-up old Camaro to go shopping and hang out. Judy wasn't really quite like the rest of the gang, she tended to be a bit less refined, even by teenage standards, more "rough around the edges", as they say. She didn't bother to wear the latest fashions, she didn't play sports or work out all the time, and of course, she didn't go to school with them, since she lived out of town. Mainly she hung out with them because she was Susan's cousin, and because her house out of town had certain things that the other kids' homes lacked. Mainly, it had a swimming pool and a comfortable distance from responsible parental supervision. Which, of course, is where the gang found themselves that weekend, sitting around the pool, listening to someone's iPod on the stereo system, and enjoying the beers that Judy's dad James was cool enough to let them have. Those who were already coupled up were sitting close, some making out at the pool, others slinking off to find some privacy around the house or the nearby garage. Amongst the singles, you had the guys mostly clustered around the girls, vying for their attention, with Judy by far getting the most suitors, to the chagrin of at least a few of the other girls. Of course, Judy had certain attributes herself that many of Susan's male friends were drawn towards. While she lacked the leanness and tight muscle tone of the more athletic girls amongst their group, her body did have a certain generosity at the curves that generally ensured she always had someone to make conversation with. She was also a huge flirt; unrefined and upfront in that way that got teenage boys hot under the collar. Not to mention that beat up Camaro that she loved to go tearing around in. It wasn't one of the shiny new models, but rather an old worn out '92 that her daddy had fixed up for her as a Sweet Sixteen present a couple years back. Uncle James came out to the pool, taking in the view for a moment before turning to Susan. "Hey Susan, can you help me in the kitchen for a bit?" "Uhm... sure!" James held the door open for Susan and watched her wet bikini bottom as it clung to her firm tight ass while she walked into the house and into the kitchen. "I figured I'd make cookies for you kids, but I have to make a bunch if I'm gonna feed you all. If you could help me, things would go a lot faster." "Sure!" Susan couldn't put her finger on it, but she always felt a bit uncomfortable around her Uncle James. It always felt like he was watching her whenever she was around, particularly when she was in her bikini like tonight. She put those thoughts aside as she cut the dough up into little discs and laid them out on the pan. Meanwhile, Blake found himself sitting alone, but not for very long as Judy broke loose from her entourage and pulled up close to him, almost close enough to touch. "So Blake, how have you and Susan been doing lately?" "Uhm... pretty good, I guess?" "Have the two of you been getting any action?" "Say what?" "You know, have you been knockin' boots, bumping uglies, fucking. Does my cousin put out?" "Er... I don't think I should..." "Hmm... that's what I was afraid of. She can be a bit of an ice queen, huh? And she's going to college out of town I hear..." Blake stammered and struggled through the beer-induced haze to try and think of what to say when as he felt Judy's hand on his thigh, slowly working up his leg towards his groin as she leaned into him. Her cleavage ever looming as she used her forearms to squeeze them together to their most potent effect. "You know... I'm not going anywhere. And unlike my cousin, I know about the... needs..." with a light squeeze on his rock-hard cock, "...that a boy has..." "I... uhm... uh... " "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Susan was on top of them out of nowhere, pulling Judy off of Blake and tugging at his arm to get him out of the pool. "Hey, I was just keeping Blake company while you were gone." "You stay away from my boyfriend, you slut! Comon Blake, we're getting out of here." And with that, they were both back in Blake's 97 Mustang and driving back to town. It became rather clear that Susan wasn't interested in hearing an explanation, making for a very long, quiet, tense ride back to town before Blake dropped Susan off at her place and headed home. He climbed the stairs and got in the shower, soaping himself up as he thought back to what Judy had tried. She had been all revved up and ready to go! With those tits, and those huge brown eyes... he took his stiff cock in hand and wondered what she had gotten up to since he left... -- George didn't know what he was doing. Well, he knew what he was doing, but he didn't know why it seemed like a good idea as Judy lead him away from where his girlfriend was puking in the bathroom and up the stairs to her room. Mostly though, he was just focused on that full round ass as it sashayed up the stairs in front of him, the water and swimsuit fabric clinging to her body. Judy gave him a coy look and made a shushing gesture at him before taking him into her room and quietly closing the door behind them. "So tell me, George. Do you love Elizabeth?" "Uhm... what?" He stared, like a deer in the headlights, as Judy reached up and tugged at the bikini straps at her neck, undoing the knot and placing her hands over the cups as the straps fell. "It was a simple question," she smirked at him. "Elizabeth. Your girlfriend. Do you love her?" She reached back and untied the other straps to her bikini, letting the top fall to the floor between her and George. Her full tits were now proudly on display, her stiff nipples and her wide, brown areolae drawing his eyes in. "Now George, there's no need to be embarrassed, you can tell me you love her." She reached out and grabbed the waistband of his swim trunks, pulling him up against her, her breasts mashed against his chest and her hand sliding down to caress his hardness. "Tell me you love Elizabeth, George, or this stops right now." "Uh.. uh... I love her." "Oh yeah?" Her hand stroked up and down, giving his cock several gentle, firm squeezes. "Yes... I... ohhh I love Elizabeth." Judy pulled George's head down to give him a deep kiss, their tongues quickly entwining as she pushed his trunks down before breaking the kiss to drop to her knees. "That's just what I like to hear." George gasped as he felt Judy's lips sucking on the head of his cock, her tongue teasing the opening, before sinking her whole mouth down over it, and the cock slowly going down her throat. He gasped and moaned at the sensation, and then in frustration as she stopped and stood. Without saying anything else to him, she turned around and walked over to the bed, climbing onto all fours and reaching back to pull the crotch of her bikini bottom aside to reveal her dripping pussy. "Come here George, and show me how much you love Elizabeth." George paused for half a heartbeat to watch her shake her ass back and forth enticingly, before he practically jumped onto the bed, found her opening with the head of his dick, and sighed in divine pleasure as he sank his shaft into a pussy for the first time in his life, plowing into her and grabbing onto her hips for dear life, rutting like an animal and reveling in her velvety rich moans until he spent his seed and collapsed on the bed, gasping for air. "Hmm, that's a good boy." Judy stood and pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom so it was back in place before picking up her top. "You better get downstairs and check on that girl you say you love so much." -- James watched the video of Judy taking George. That girl of his was something else, all right. Once she got a boy in her cross-hairs, he never knew what hit 'im. He groaned as he watched her get up and bend over the bed, gasped as he watched the boy get up behind his baby girl and start pumping her like a jackrabbit until he filled her with his seed. Of course, it wasn't just the video that was getting him going. He ran his fingers through Judy's dark brown hair as she worked his cock in and out of his mouth. "You still got a pussy full of that little boy's spunk, babydoll?" "Hmm, you know I do, daddy. It's too bad Elizabeth was too sick to go home tonight, but I just don't think she'd be able to handle the ride back into town, as bad off as she is." "Yes indeed. It's a good thing you promised to look after her for George; he was so worried about her." James's eyes followed his daughter as she got up and walked across the room to where the tight-bodied redhead lay passed out on the bed naked. Judy pressed two fingers up into the girl's twat, working them in and out as she suckled on a pale, freckled breast; Elizabeth listlessly turned her head back and forth and squirmed, but showed no sign of waking up. James joined his daughter and their new plaything on the bed, running his hand up and down her taught, teenaged body. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and tugged on it slightly with his teeth, feeling it harden in response. Judy went back to sucking on the other nipple, and Liz moaned in response, writhing back and forth between them. Judy moved down and began nibbling her way up between Liz's legs, before gently tugging at the lips of her pussy and sliding her tongue between the folds. Elizabeth cried out, her legs spreading open. It was obvious the slut didn't even know where she was as Judy ate her out and James fondled her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples, and holding her down as she thrashed on the bed. Judy slipped two fingers into the redhead's cunt and proceeded to flick her clit with her tongue, feeling the juices pouring out of Liz's snatch and down over her ass. "I think she's all ready for you, Daddy." "That's my girl." James moved between Elizabeth's legs and lined up the bulbous head of his cock with her virgin snatch, teasing it for a few moments as the girl drunkenly ground against him, gasping with the sensations. He leaned forward, grabbing her by the hip with one hand and pressing into her, feeling himself gradually squeezing his way into her tight passage, grunting with each thrust, Liz's own cries echoing his grunts. Finally he bottomed out. James pulled almost all the way back out until just the tip of his head was inside, and then thrust all the way back in, Elizabeth issuing a sharp grunt in response. Judy frigged herself while she watched her daddy fuck the stuck up bitch like the whore she was, James' grunts and Elizabeth's moans mixed with Judy's groans to make a sexual cacophony before James slammed his dick all the way in and growled as he filled the redhead with his seed. James sat back on the bed, admiring his handy work as Judy crawled up between his legs and began licking and sucking at his cock to clean him off. "That's my girl." -- Susan didn't so much as talk to Blake for the next week, ignoring his phone calls, text messages, emails, and even Facebook pokes. Finally she gave in and agreed to let him take her out to dinner to make it up to her. He was able to explain what happened, and she decided to forgive him after having some time to cool off. Obviously she just needed to be careful to keep her slut cousin away from her boyfriend. That weekend, James invited Susan and her family out for a barbecue and pool party. Blake elected to stay home and avoid any problems with Judy. Susan herself wasn't thrilled about going, but her parents pulled the "You still live under our roof" routine and dragged her along. The food at the barbecue was good, James being a skilled cook, but Susan was still pissed at Judy. Her parents shrugged it off as some minor thing that she'd soon forget about, teen girls being so fickle. Everybody else seemed to have a good time, in any case, celebrating that the girls had finished high school and were getting ready to start their new lives. As the evening wound down, Susan saw James talking to her parents, and them nodding in agreement. She waited with a gnawing sense of anxiety as they walked over to her to let her in on what had them so cheerful. "Your uncle James has decided to give the two of us a break from you for a few days, and to give you and Judy some time to work out whatever little issue you have with each other." Susan's mom held up a hand to show she wasn't done talking, when it looked like Susan was about to interrupt. "This could be the last time the two of you can spend quality time together, what with you going to college and Judy getting a job. Long story short, the decision had been made, and Susan's parents got in the car and drove home, leaving Susan with Judy and James to help clean up. You could cut the silence with a knife as they picked up the garbage, took the dishes into the kitchen, and started washing up. Susan was beginning to once again notice the... focused attention that James paid her as well, staring at her tits and ass as she walked around the house and yard in her tight-fitting blue bikini. Once they finished, Susan and Judy went upstairs to use the shower. That's when Judy chose to break the silence. "So Blake's got a pretty nice cock, huh?" If looks could kill, Judy would be naught but a scorch mark against the wall at this point. "What... did you say?" "I said... Blake... your boyfriend... has a pretty nice cock, huh? I got a pretty good grip on it before you butted in the other night." "You shut the hell up. And stay away from my boyfriend!" "I bet he doesn't stay your boyfriend for long. Another five minutes and I'd have had him on me, and you know it!" "SHUT UP!" Susan took a swing at Judy, landing an open-handed smack across her cousin's face. Judy, in turn, ran at Susan and knocked her off balance, sending her tumbling onto the bed. Before Susan could get her bearings, her cousin was on top of her, and in the ensuing struggle, Judy managed to hook Susan's bikini, the clasp on the back giving way with a snap. James came running in to see what the commotion was about, and had to stop cold to take in what he was seeing. His daughter was straddling Susan on the bed, Susan's youthful breasts exposed while her top hung uselessly from one arm. As he watched, Susan managed to get her hands on Judy's bra, ripping it down and exposing her own tits in turn. James decided he needed to put a stop to this before it got out of hand. He pushed Judy off of Susan, and held his niece down, eyes drawn to her heaving tits as she tried to catch her breath. Susan wasn't as well endowed as Judy was, but that wasn't to say she didn't have a fantastic pair just the same. "LEMME GO! GET OFF OF ME!" "Susan, calm down! What's going on here?" "Daddy, that crazy bitch attacked me! Just because her boyfriend was flirting with me last weekend." "That's not the way it happened and you now it!" Susan started trying to kick at Judy, so James rolled her over onto her belly and put his legs over hers, incidentally shoving his crotch up against her ass. "Susan, if you don't calm down, I'm gonna have to call the cops." "That bitch started it!" "And watch your language, young lady. In fact, if that's how you're gonna act, how about we just call the cops anyways and let them sort it out? How would your parents feel about that?" Susan finally began to calm down, turning her head to the side so she wouldn't have her face smushed into the bed by her uncle's weight. "Fine, I'm calm, please get off me?!" "Oh Daddy, look what I found in her purse!" Judy pulled a zip lock bag with some green leafy stuff out of her panty drawer. It was obvious it had never been anywhere near Susan's purse, but she was beginning to see how this was going to go. "Susan? You brought marijuana into my house? I KNOW your parents won't like that, especially once you get brought up on charges for drug possession. That big name college you were planning to go to isn't going to like that either." Susan went limp in defeat. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't call the cops." -- And that's how it began. At first, they took some topless photos, then nude photos. In for a penny, in for a pound, each step they ended up with something even worse to hang over her head until she had no hope of backing out. They gave her a strong jack and coke to help her relax and she gradually began to suspect that they had given her more jack and less coke than she thought, leaving her very relaxed indeed. At first, she had felt humiliated when they started taking photos of her topless, but deep down, she began to feel a sort of thrill, a fluttering of her heart. By the time Judy was laying her down on the bed and nibbling at her neck, she was breathing heavily, realizing groggily that she was getting turned on by all this! She knew that it was wrong that her cousin was teasing her nipples by gently nibbling and licking them, and that it was even more so when Judy's hand slipped between her legs to run between the juices oozing from her pussy. She certainly knew it was wrong of her uncle to be stroking his cock as he filmed his daughter fingering his niece. The Country Cousin The problem was the part of her that knew all this was sliding farther and farther into the back of her mind, as a different part began to take control. The part that knew her cousin was curvaceous and bold and sexy, and that her uncle was strong and dominating, the part that was enjoying this all too much. Susan gasped and moaned as she felt Judy's tongue dipping into her wet snatch, lapping up her juices and working her into a frenzy, As James climbed onto the bed, Judy took him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock and slathering it in spit before getting out of his way. James pressed the head of his cock against the entrance to his niece's virgin pussy, and slowly pressed his way in, Susan crying and groaning as Judy lapped at her clit and James drove in and out, each time making his way farther into her cunt. Gradually Susan's crying turned into pleasured gasps and sighs, James picking up speed and beginning to fuck her in earnest. Judy straddled Susan's face and lowered her pussy down onto her. Susan began lapping at it without protest. "Oh daddy you're fucking her so good! I love watching you fuck little whores with your big hard dick. Your little slut of a niece is getting what she needs. Fuck your niece, Daddy! Fuck her tight virgin whore twat!!" James roared as he lost control, pounding Susan like a jack hammer before burying his cock in her all the way and releasing his seed in her. He gingerly pulled his cock out of her tight snatch, and his little girl Judy dove in to clean it up just like he'd taught her. All three collapsed in bed together and passed out. -- Susan woke up to the sun shining in through the window in her face. Momentarily surprised not to find herself in her own bedroom, Susan took a moment to get her bearings as she looked around Judy's room. She felt sore and sticky, and decided to take a shower in Judy's bathroom before getting dressed, stepping under the stream of hot water and using her hands to spread scented body wash all over her tight body, her firm, soft tits, up and down her legs and back. Deciding not to take the time to wash her long hair, she instead rinsed off and stepped out, drying herself with a towel before looking around for her clothes. The problem was, no matter where she looked, the clothes were nowhere to be found. "Finally awake, Slut?" Susan spun to see Judy smirking at her from the doorway and glared at her. "Where the hell are my clothes?" Judy's eyebrows rose. "You're not gonna get anywhere with that attitude, tramp. Ask nicely." Susan simply glared in response. "Fine, have it your way, walk around in a towel all day. We're hungry, if you could start cooking breakfast." "Why would I want to do that?" "Uhm... because we have pictures of you naked and fucking my dad like a little whore? I think it's called blackmail, sweetheart." With that, Susan had little choice but to go along. For whatever reason, Judy and James didn't harass her much while she cooked breakfast and did the dishes, aside from addressing her as "Slut" and the like. They also refused to return her clothes, forcing her to work around the house in a towel that kept trying to come loose After breakfast, they had her clean the house, vacuuming, sweeping, things like that. Though her cheeks burned with the indignation of it all, she found herself gradually getting used to it. The blushing came back as she was forced to take out the garbage to the trash can by the street still wearing just the towel and a set of sandals. No cars came, but Susan couldn't have imagined how embarrassing it would have been if they had! "Slut, come in here." Susan meekly came into the kitchen to see what Judy wanted now. "This floor is filthy. You're going to clean it. Here's your brush, soap, and a bucket. Susan poured some of the soap into the bucket, and then filled it partway with hot steamy water. She carefully placed the bucket down and then knelt on the tile floor. As she bent forward to begin scrubbing the floor, she realized she might have a problem, feeling the towel rise up her pert ass. Judy saw her hesitate. "What's wrong, Slut? Never scrubbed a floor before? It's easy. Just get down on your hands and knees, like this –" she pushed down on Susan's shoulders, the towel rising up to expose her toned ass. She felt her blush deepen and begin to spread. She began scrubbing the floor, methodically going from one tile to the next and working her way across the kitchen. "See? You're not allergic to working after all!" As she worked, Judy continued to taunt and tease her, running her hands over Susan's tight ass, and telling her how much of a slut she was for giving it up for her own uncle. Telling her what a hot piece of ass she was, and even noting how wet Susan was getting. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it... something about the whole situation just... turned her on somehow. The fact that Judy had begun to run her fingers through Susan's slit certainly didn't help matters any. It wasn't too long before the scrubbing was forgotten, Susan sighed in pleasure, her face pressed against the cold tile and the towel sliding up her body as Judy stroked two fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. She felt something wet run across the pucker of her asshole and turned around to see that Judy was now licking her behind. Susan wasn't a complete prude, she'd watched porn and knew what anal was. She just didn't think she'd be getting introduced to it so suddenly! She arched her back as Judy's fingers and tongue continued to spread pleasurable sensations and sparks through her body, and let out a high-pitched gasp as she felt Judy's tongue press against her pucker, finding its way inside her rear opening. She looked up as she heard the front door close and James walked into the kitchen. "Getting her warmed up for me, eh pumpkin?" "You know I am, Daddy. This little slut is ready to go." "Good to hear. Let's lose this towel first." And with that, Susan's only vestige of modesty was gone now, her sweat-soaked toned body revealed for all to see. James tossed the towel into the laundry room at the far end of the kitchen, and began to undress, kicking off his shoes and unzipping his overalls as he watched his daughter tongue-fuck his niece in the ass. Susan looked up as James knelt in front of her, his thick, hard staff in her face. James ran his fingers through her hair, getting a good handful before pulling her up to his cock. It just seemed... bigger... now that she looked at it up close. She tentatively licked it a few times before he guided the head to her mouth, pressing it between her lips. "Mmrph!" Susan tried to suck on the large head, feeling her mouth fill with spit, which she kept trying to swallow. She just couldn't comfortably get her mouth around the thing, licking at the underside with her tongue as she sucked on it. Judy stopped licking to mock Susan some more. "For such a huge slut, you don't know anything about sucking cock," She crawled forward and pulled Susan off of her dad's cock, leaning in to suck on it herself, making slurping sounds as she let her drool dribble down the length, accompanied by the sounds of her father's appreciative moans. She capped her demonstration off by slowly sliding down James' not inconsiderable length until her nose was pressed into his pubes. She pulled off with a gagging sound and turned to see Susan staring at her wide-eyed. "What? It just takes practice. Time for you to start!" With that, she pushed Susan's head back down on James' dick, grinning as Susan gagged, her hands flailing and her eyes watering until Judy let go of her head and she popped back off, coughing and gasping for air. Susan, tears running down her face, leaned forward to start sucking again, this time having an easier time due to the drool that covered her uncle's cock. She worked her way up and down, making sure to let her spit continue to dribble down over the staff, and she was rewarded for her efforts by Judy going back to work on her nether regions, finger-fucking her while tonguing and spitting on her asshole. She felt a fingertip prodding at her sphincter, and knowing what was coming next, did her best to relax and let it happen. James felt Susan's muffled high-pitched moan as Judy's finger worked its way up her virgin asshole, loosening her up for a bit before spitting on her fingers and adding a digit to the mix. Susan was proving to be a fast study, working her way farther up and down her uncle's cock until it was sliding part way into her throat, pushing James closer to the edge. Of course, he didn't plan to come in her mouth just yet. "Slut, turn around and point that tight ass my way. Pumpkin, get on your back and slide under her." The girls did as he said, and Judy went to work, licking and nibbling at Susan's pussy and clit. Susan bent down to return the favor, and felt the head of James' dick pressing its way into her vagina. The little slut even pressed back against him, taking him in as deep as she could! James stroked in and out of her a few times before pressing his head against her other entrance. Susan tried to relax, but nothing was going to change the size of what was being forced into her. Judy helped to distract her a bit by attacking her pussy using her thumb to frig her clit and flood her body with pleasure to go with the discomfort as her uncle's staff impaled her once-virgin asshole. His strong hands gripped her narrow hips, slowly and inexorably pulling her onto him, listening to her grunt and gasp as he spread her open until she was impaled completely on him. James slowly pulled out until just the head was still inside, dribbling spit onto the stretched opening before sliding back in. It went more easily this time, and the process was repeated until he was fucking her ass in earnest, growling in pleasure as Susan grunted with each thrust. Judy shimmied back out from under her and pulled her off of her daddy's cock, diving down on it and taking him deep into her throat, drooling all over his staff before he thrust it back into his niece's asshole. James felt his climax boiling up inside of him, pulling out and yanking Susan by the arm, spinning her around until she was awkwardly sprawled on the floor before him, just in time to catch the first arc of his cum all over her face as he climaxed. Judy lapped at the head of his cock, catching several more spurts before feeding the head of her dad's dick to her cousin, letting the rest of his spurts flow into her mouth before licking at the last few dribbles that pumped forth. Susan spit the cum out, the white cream oozing down her chin, only for Judy to lap it up and deposit it back in her mouth with a deep kiss, forcing her to swallow it before licking the rest off her face and repeating the process. The three of them staggered to James's bedroom, where they showered together and washed up, coaxing Susan into giving her Uncle James another blowjob to get him back to full staff. At this point, Susan was just rolling with it, realizing she had no way out but to do whatever her tormenters said. She even had to admit she was enjoying herself. Ten minutes later, the pale skinned beauty was sliding up and down her uncle's cock, riding him slowly and luxuriously while he slid his hands up and down her sweat-soaked body. The phone rang and James reached over to answer it. "Hey Mary! No, she hasn't been any trouble at all." James cupped his hand over the phone and winked at the blonde teenager riding his cock. "It's your mother," He put a hand on her hip and slowly guided her up and down on his dick, continuing to fuck his sister's daughter even as they carried on a casual phone conversation. Susan bit her lip, trying not to make a sound as she felt her heart race at the thought of her mother discovering what she was doing. For his part, James began to increase the pace, guiding her up and down faster, forcing a low pleasured whimper out of his niece as he began to wrap up the call. "Oh, you want me to keep her off your hands for a few more days? It's no problem at all, she and Judy are having a lot of fun together. What? Oh no, I'm just working in the shop here. Sure, I'll call you back." With that he hit the end button before dropping the phone to the floor and thrusting up into his niece, the tight blonde letting loose her high pitched moan. It'd be adorable if it wasn't just so damned dirty. Susan began to ride him faster, thrusting her hips back and forth, letting out another little gasp each time she struck home, whimpering as she began to lose control, shaking as she fucked her uncle. Unable to take much more, James rolled over, pinning her beneath him and railing into her with full force, plowing down into her upturned hips as he grabbed her by the ankles, bending the flexible girl in half as he impaled her again and again, her whimpers turning into a long continuous moan, her body flushed as she began to spasm tightly around him, tears pouring down her face as a shockwave of pleasure rocked through her body. James growled and grunted with each thrust, until he finally felt the pleasure crest and came, giving his niece a few deep, slow thrusts as he felt his seed pump into her and he collapsed on top of her. As he rolled off and Judy appeared, crawling up between her cousin's legs to begin lapping at her daddy's cum, Susan realized that she wasn't going to be done any time soon.