Storiesonline.net ------- Officer Longdong by cmsix Copyright© 2007 by cmsix ------- Description: Deputy Do Right done done wrong. Codes: MF Mf Ff reluc ------- ------- Chapter 1 God damn, it's hot in Texas, especially in late July. Shit, it was my day off too, but that didn't mean a damned thing to Haywire Gibson, the good for nothing son-of-a-bitch. Nobody who saw the fracas had any idea what he was doing drunk on Sunday afternoon, or why he was mad at Billy Jenkins. It didn't signify with Haywire though and I'm sure he thought he had a good reason to shoot Billy Joe Stephens right square in the ass with a twelve-gauge. Lucky for Billy Joe it was loaded with birdshot. Even though it didn't kill Billy Joe, it still made a mess of his poor ass and it took off one of his nuts too. It was assault with a deadly, at the very least, and now here I am out in the hot part of the day trying to find the drunk shitass. They said he took off running towards the woods out behind the First Baptist Church. I don't know why he couldn't have hauled ass in his pickup like any normal drunk would have. He wasn't a bit shy about driving it to the church to shoot Billy Joe in the first place, but since the dipshit had left running I had to act like I was tracking him. I've got nobody to blame but myself. I knew damned well better than to let Horace Johnson talk me into taking over as High Sheriff for John Darkwell. John was doing a pretty good job until Big Homer Horton broke his neck one night. See, Big Homer came home early from a coon hunt and caught John bouncing his bony ass between Sadie's thighs. Sadie being Big Homer's fat wife. It ain't true things like that are legal in Texas, but the jury let Big Homer off scot-free anyway. Worst thing about the whole mess was I had to arrest Big Homer again not three hours after I turned him loose. He went straight home and whupped Sadie's ass good and proper with his belt. A waste of time is what it was - cause I knew good and well the next jury would let Homer off too. What kind of country would it be if a man couldn't whup his wife for giving his pussy away. It only made sense if they were gonna let Homer off for killing Horace they sure weren't going to lock him up for whipping his wife. No help for it though, I gotta at least act like I'm trying to find that damned Haywire before it gets dark. At least I won't have to bother with his old truck. Monroe didn't sound like he was drunk yet when I called him at the junk and impound yard, and he swore he'd come tow the culprit's truck off before he got started on his next bottle. Sure enough, I could see a boot heel print every now and then on the way to the edge of the woods and I even spied the empty shotgun shells lying in the grass where Haywire let 'em fall when he reloaded his double barrel. Come to think of it - I might should leave off trying to slow trail Haywire. I went as far as the first pine tree and broke off a little limb, then I headed back to my car. After stripping off the pine needles I picked up the spent shells by sticking each end of the forked branch up in their empty ends. Maybe it would look like I knew what I was doing to the bystanders. With probably twelve people seein' the shootin' I didn't really think I needed any evidence, but I'd take them with me anyway. "Did you find him Sheriff?" Pastor Franklin asked, as I came walking back toward the church. "Naw, he headed out through the pines." "Aren't you going to track him down?" he asked. "If you feel like trying to slip up on Haywire in broad daylight with him totin' a twelve gauge double barrel Pastor Franklin you go right ahead. Make a citizen's arrest when you find him. I don't guess you'd mind catchin' an early bus to Heaven, but I'm not so sure of my relationship with the Lord as you must be. I'll pick Haywire up later, preferably when he don't have that Greener so close to hand." I left the preacher spittin' and sputterin' and got in the prowl car. I know I didn't do all that well in high school, but even I knew better than to follow a drunk with a loaded shotgun into the woods. Besides, it was hot outside I tell ya'. I knew good and well I'd find Haywire at his house later on tonight. It wasn't over a mile and a half to it from the church, not the way Haywire went anyway. Bout three AM that night I drove nearly to Haywire's rundown little house. I knew his dogs would raise a ruckus when I slipped up there, but they were chained and I figured he'd be too drunk to notice by now. I was creeping around to the back door when I saw a shadow behind me. Someone was sneakin' up between me and the front porch light. I turned around just in time to keep from being walloped on the head with a cast iron skillet. I wasn't fast enough to miss out on the whole lick though, it hit me right on the shoulder. Luckily I caught the wrists that were swinging it before they could try again. "Ow, dammit, Sarah Jean, that hurt!" "Well what'dya expect when you come sneakin' around in the night?" she asked. "I expected to catch Haywire drunk." "He's drunk all right. What you want with daddy?" she asked. "I want to arrest him. He shot Billy Joe Jenkins in the ass after church let out today," I said, explaining. It didn't help a bit. I did manage to hold both her wrists with one hand and cover her mouth with the other before she could scream loud enough to wake up Haywire or her sister Darla Faye. She struggled a lot, but I pinched her nose closed too and held on til she fainted. I cuffed her when she passed out and then carried her out to my car and put her in the trunk after puttin' some duct tape over her mouth so she couldn't holler. It ain't as bad as it sounds, really. We've got the trunk fixed up to hold a prisoner without them being able to hurt themselves. If they're drunk enough to get picked up there's no sense lettin' them puke in the back seat. After I had Sarah Jean situated I went back for Haywire. If he hadn't woke up by now he wasn't gonna before tomorrow. I found him, dead drunk, in his bed. I had Haywire in the trunk and Sarah Jean standing by the car in a few minutes. I even took the duct tape off without making her squeal. That don't mean she didn't squiggle and squirm and try to get away the whole time. "Aren't you gonna take these cuffs off me?" she asked, after the duct tape was gone. "Later," I said, while I took a good look at her. Sarah Jean was damned good looking to be one of Haywire's descendants and I always figured there'd been a hired hand out by the wood pile giving Haywire some help he might not have thought he really needed. She was a pretty red headed little thing and she had some really nice fat round titties. In fact, they were a caution the way they wiggled and wobbled while we'd wrestled around earlier. And the nightgown she had on let me see her nipples were big and firm too. She had my dick harder than times in 29 and unless my nose had gone as haywire as her daddy, I could smell her pussy when I stood close. I pulled her even closer, making sure those titties pressed into my chest, and reached around behind her to release one of the cuffs. She didn't wiggle so much this time and I'm betting she though I was gonna turn her loose. I didn't though, and I could tell she was surprised when I fastened the cuffs again with her hands in front of her. She was even more surprised when I stepped behind her and tore her gown all the way from neck to hem in the back. "What are you doing?" she asked, nearly growling. "I'm getting my money's worth outta that lick you gave me with the frying pan," I said. God damn, Sarah Jean looked good from behind, naked. She reminded me of a Lucky Strike cigarette: round, and firm, and fully packed. I took the time to fondle her ass cheeks, kinda pinchin' and squeezing around on 'em some, then I turned her back around and tore the front of the gown off too. I didn't even leave the sleeves; she was plumb naked before I got done. "You can't just tear my clothes off like that," she said, but she sounded more scared than mad by now. "Sure I can. Didn't you ever hear of a strip search?" She shivered all over at that and we both knew it wasn't cold out here. I held her cuffed wrists in one hand and raised them so I could get hold of a titty with the other one. She was pissing and moaning about this not being right, but I didn't pay her any attention. I pinched and played with both her nipples for a few minutes and they stood up real proud like. I decided I had to get a taste so I lowered my head and sucked one into my mouth. I noticed that the more I nibbled on 'em, the stronger the scent of pussy got, so I dropped my free hand down to her slippery lips and they were gettin' juicy as a fresh water clam. She was still trying to complain, at least a little bit, when I slipped two fingers up in her for a little finger fucking. After a few strokes, Sarah Jean was mostly just crooning low in her throat and shaking her ass a lot. She didn't complain a bit when I pushed her arms through the open car window and hooked the cuff's chain down under the window crank. She was bent over at the waist now, hooked into the car and resting her head on the door. I stepped behind her and dropped my pants. "Oh! You can't just bend me over and fuck me out in the yard," she said, hissing. "Oh yes I can, and I'm gonna. Body cavity search and all that." I took hold of my hard dick and swabbed the head up and down her wet groove for a minute then I slid it home. Sarah Jean was tighter than rumors would lead you to believe, but it's that way with rumors sometimes. It took three or four tries to socket my pole in deep, but it was well worth it. She was hot and slick inside, and even though she'd complained, it only took a few more strokes before she was pushing back as hard as I was pumping it in. "Damn, I hope you've got that whole long thing in me by now. It feels like it's about to come out my mouth," Sarah Jean said, but I didn't think it was really a complaint this time. Sarah Jean, bent over the way she was, was the perfect height for fucking. I leaned over her back and my arms were long enough to get hold of those big fat swinging titties. Soon enough I was pinching 'em both all the while I hammered my dick up her tight cooter. When things started getting nearly too good for me, I let go of one titty and slid my hand down to give her clitty some attention. I must have done it right for I'd barely wiggled it when she put her ass in another gear entirely. It was all so good I just had to lean down and give her shoulder a little bite. I convinced myself I was just going to connect the dots on a few of her cute freckles. I just sort of groaned out loud when I lost my load, but Sarah Jean screamed like a cat in a trap. I sagged down on her back a little, but I tried not to put too much weight on her. It must not have been a bother because she didn't do any bitching about it. When I had my breath back I reached in the car and undid the cuffs from the window crank where Sarah Jean could stand up. She was still panting a little and blushing like hell up about her titties and above and I could barely see the freckles there. "You know it ain't right for you to come out here, sneak around, put the cuffs on me, tear my nightgown off and fuck me like this," she said, complaining a little but I knew her heart wasn't in it. "Well it ain't right for you to put the kibosh on an officer of the law with a damned skillet either." "How was I to know who it was sneaking around outside in the dark?" "Hell, I was in my damned uniform which you could plainly see unless you were coming up on me with your eyes closed. If it was light enough for me to see your nipples and your red bush through that night gown then you could tell I was the law with no trouble." I didn't argue with her any more right then, I just bent down and scooped her up in my arms to carry her in the house. I took her into the bedroom she said was hers and laid her right in the big middle of her double bed. I even took the time to get out another set of cuffs so I could latch her hands to the different sides of her brass headboard. She didn't ask any questions til I started shucking my clothes. "What're you doing?" she asked, when I started. "Hell girl, I left a mess in there," I said, pointing to her beaver, "Don't tell me you think I'm such a redneck I wouldn't clean up after myself. It could take a while though. Looks like I'm gonna have to do some of that in-depth investigation you hear so much about on TV. "But what about daddy, out there in the trunk a your car?" she asked. "Old Haywire just ain't my type. 'Sides, we got plenty of witnesses to what he did. You just try to hold it down and don't wake up Darla Faye. I ain't sure I got the strength to do a proper investigation on the both of you." ------- Chapter 2 Poor Sarah Jean, she sounded like she was enjoying my clean up attention at first and then she seemed to get a little nervous. When I noticed, I took a good look at the way her nipples were all swollen again and how good her titties looked while they jiggled and I had to climb on her again and really do her right this time. Even though her hands were secured to the headboard her legs were free and before you know it she wrapped them around my waist and fucked me back. We were panting and sweaty before I got my next load deposited. At least I managed to roll my weight off her. "Damn Sheriff, that's the biggest dick I've ever seen and you know how to use it. Just go ahead and leave your load where it is cause I sure as hell can't stand up to another cleaning." "Ok then Sarah Jean. I guess you done well enough on your interview. I'm going on back to put your Daddy in jail for a few days at least." "You ain't gonna take his Greener too are you?" she asked. "I don't guess I need to, why?" "Cause that damned preacher and Billy Jenkins been sneaking around peeping on me and Darla Faye. Maybe I can scare the preacher off if he tries it again." "I wondered why the sorry bastard was so interested in me following Haywire into the woods. Just lay there and rest for a few minutes, I'll be right back." "Ain't you gonna take these cuffs off me first?" "Naw, I kinda like seeing you there waiting for me in case I get another notion." There wasn't really much I could bitch about even though this was getting complicated. Sure, I was out late at night gathering up Haywire, then again Sarah Jean was one more fuck and she wasn't even acting very upset about me taking what I wanted. I found ten rounds of double ought buckshot for Haywire's shotgun and then went back in the house. I did turn Sarah Jean loose when I got back inside, but I didn't let her put any clothes on while I explained what I was doing to the shotgun. "Don't you bother trying to scare 'em off if you see someone peeking in your windows. Just shoot right through the glass with both barrels at the same time. "If they're sneaking around peeping on young girls they deserve whatever they get. Besides, I might need you to testify sooner or later and I don't want nobody out here trying to bother you." "You just don't want nobody out here getting a slice of your pie now you've found me," she said, but she was grinning. "I always knew you was a smart girl Sarah Jean. You just let me know if you and Darla Faye need anything while I got your Daddy in the lock up." "I will Sheriff, don't worry." I headed back into town and locked Haywire up in a private cell. I didn't want him getting any shit started before I had a talk with him. I even left him cuffed and with the tape over his mouth. My next move was to the hospital. Billy Joe Stephens was patched up now, but he was still in the hospital _under observation_. His cute little wife Carla was in the room with him when I got there, but I shooed her out into the waiting room and then called a nurse to guard the door so I could have a private talk with Billy. "I guess you know you're gonna do at least a little time over this Billy Joe," I said, right off the bat. "Me! I'm the one got shot," he said. "You're also the one was trying to peep on two underage girls. Now, if you go ahead and admit it I'll make sure you ain't gone more than a year. Your crime ain't gonna be reduced any by Haywire's and I don't feel a damned bit sorry for you neither. "I 'spect I know most everybody in this county and if I put the District Attorney on you for this he won't have a bit of trouble whipping the jury into a real lather over what y'all done. "I'm gonna let you alone now, but I'm calling a deputy to watch the door and visiting hours are damned sure over." "But my wife's here. She can visit anytime," he said. "Just how much visiting do you think she's gonna want to do when she hears about your crime?" "You ain't gonna tell her are you?" "Of course I'm gonna tell her, you stupid bastard. The damned schoolyard days were over for you years ago. You ain't gonna scare someone to keep 'em from telling on you. I'm going to question her right now and find out what else you been up too." I went out to the nurse's station and used the phone to call someone to watch Billy Joe. Calhoun bitched about it when I got hold of him, but I asked if he wanted time off all the time from now on and he changed his tune pretty quick. I went over to sit with Carla then and I was intending to break it to her gently, but there weren't no need. "Haywire shot him for snooping around his girls didn't he?" Carla asked. "I'm afraid he did," I said, and she burst out blubbering. "Now Carla, don't you worry about a thing. He won't have to do a whole lot of time over it." "That ain't why I'm crying. They can keep the sorry bastard from now on for all I care. I'll be divorced by the time he gets out. Maybe before he even gets to court," she said. "There's no rush over things Carla. I can arrange for him to stay a little longer if you think he should. Maybe we should go someplace where we could discuss things in a more private setting," I said. "Can you take me home Sheriff. I'd feel a lot better in my own house. I told her I'd be glad to and we got in the county's cruiser and headed her way. I thought it was a little funny the way her dress slid way on up her thighs as she got into the seat while I held the door open for her and I was even more surprised to see she hadn't pulled it down any while I walked around to my side. In fact it looked like it was even a little higher to me. Carla all but gave the game completely away by turning to face me as I drove and showing me a good shot of her panties as she spread her legs a little. The view was a damned fine one. "I just don't know how I'm gonna make it on my own without him bringing home any money though," she said, as soon as the doors were shut. "I don't think you've got the worries you think you have Carla. Billy Joe's been selling whiskey on the side for years and I know where he's got the money hid out. I never bothered him about it because I don't mind a little whiskey going through without the government getting its share. I shore as hell ain't gonna let him get hold of it now though." "That bastard was keeping it hidden in case we ever split, wasn't he?" "I think it's more likely he was saving it up in case he decided to hightail it on you Carla." "I guess I shouldn't be cussing old Haywire so bad then," she said. "Well he did get it started, but he ain't never been worth a shit himself." She seemed lost in thought for a minute and then her legs spread out a bit more. For a cute little housewife in a backwoods town she sure had on some sheer panties. "You're right Sheriff. I'm going to concentrate on being grateful to the ones who really help me," she said, then smiled big and licked her lips. Hell, I could tell which way the wind was blowing even if I couldn't smell the pussy yet. When we got to her house she let us in and as soon as we had the door shut I pulled her into my arms for a serious kiss. "I guess it's true you're a lot smarter than you look Sheriff. You sure know where I'm heading in the way of thanking don't you?" "I think so, but I wonder if you've got any idea how much I'm going to help you?" "Let's go into the bedroom and talk about it." It sounded like a neighborly invitation to me so I scooped her up in my arms and let her tell me the way. She let me do the honors of removing her clothes when we were in there and I knew then Billy Joe Stephens was just the kind of fool I liked - one with a little money put back, a downright beautiful wife, and headed for a long time in the pen. Carla was a lot more of a treat than I was expecting too. She had her mouth around my dick as soon as my clothes were off and she could suck like a Hoover. Soon enough I was nailing her to the mattress while she kept howling my dick was just too big. If it was or if it wasn't she kept getting cookie after cookie while I plowed on ahead. After I blasted a big wad up her she kissed and nibbled around on me until I wondered if she'd ever let me go. I didn't even pay attention until she started wondering how she'd make it with Billy Joe's paycheck again. "I done told you not to worry Carla. You just get all your papers together and I'll have a look at 'em and we'll see where we are." She bounced out of bed naked and showing me the best parts every chance she got. Meanwhile I heard a siren start howling so I call my dispatcher right away. "I'm so glad you called in Sheriff. I sent a car out to Haywire's house. Sarah Jean called in and said she just shot someone who'd been trying to peep into her bedroom," Shirley, the radio gal said. "Call them and tell them not to even get out of the car when they get there. If they do I'll arrest _their_ asses." Damn! That was a lot quicker than I expected. I told Carla I had to run on official business and not to let anyone in or talk on the phone unless it was me. I left her house with my siren wailing and was out to Haywire's place in five minutes. My men were sitting in the car where I had them told to stay. I signaled to get out and we headed toward the house. We could see a body lying there bleeding so we went to it first. It was the slimy parson like I thought it would be. "My God, that's Pastor Franklin," Grady said. "I'll go call for the ambulance," Don said. "Hold you're damned horses. You want to make sure we save a Pastor what was shot trying to peek in on a couple of young girls? Let's wait a second or two and see what they have to say." I could tell they didn't like it a bit, but I was the damned High Sheriff, not them, and they'd do what I said or they'd be hunting a job with boot prints on their asses to help them get started. I walked up to the porch and knocked on the door. A voice inside asked who it was and I told them. Sarah Jean opened the door in a tiny dressing gown, or close enough to one. "I did just what you said Sheriff, and then I called Shirley. I saw him looking in while I was drying off from the tub, and he moved to my bedroom window when I went in to dress," she said. "Everything is all right now Sarah Jean. Do your best to bust out in a squalling fit," I said, under my breath. She did one hell of a job if I do say so. Grady and Don came running up to the house then, but I had them wait outside while I took Sarah Jean inside and had her sit down by her sister on the couch. "I got a few things to tend to outside. Everything is gonna be fine," I told them both. "Pastor Franklin is looking pretty bad by now Sheriff. Don't you think we should call the ambulance?" Don asked, after I was back with them. "Yeh, you can call 'em, but I want Grady to get his official camera out and take some pictures first." They both headed to their car and Grady met me at the body. Pastor Franklin was thoughtful enough to have been yanking his crank when he got the buckshot he so richly deserved. "Don't you think we should put his dick back in his pants before we take pictures of him?" "Grady, I know I've told you a thousand times about tampering with evidence. You can see where he was standing when he got shot and you know what he was doing with his hand around his dick like that. "I'm sure it's some sort of reaction that it's still hard that way, but if you miss the picture I'm gonna shoot you too, and tell Don you died while he was fucking around on the radio." It was just the kinda peptalk he needed and it was a good thing I'd pointed out to the Commissioner's Court we needed digital cameras with all the memory they'd hold. Grady got more than a hundred shots of Pastor Franklin's last self-inflicted hand job. He had forty other views by the time the ambulance made it and they managed to get Pastor Franklin loaded up and headed for the hospital while he was still living. I sent the two on their way after warning them to keep their mouths shut if they wanted to keep the teeth they had in them. I took the camera away from Grady for safe keeping and then went back inside to calm the girls a little. "Is he gonna die Sheriff?" Sarah Jean asked, as I came in the door. "I'm not sure Sarah Jean, but we can hope he does before they have time to stabilize him." "But won't I get in trouble?" she asked, and did seem a little frightened. "Not a chance with me on your side. Didn't you do exactly what I told you to?" "Yes sir." "And aren't you and your sister going to keep on doing what I tell you to?" They both promised obeying the law was all they knew how to do. I told them to try and settle down and be sure to reload the shotgun. Sarah Jean went to do it right away and Darla Faye surprised me by sliding over into my lap. Somehow her thin dressing gown slid up around her waist when she did it, and I'll admit her cute black haired beaver got most of my attention since she hadn't had time to slip on any panties in all the excitement. ------- Chapter 3 "Sarah Jean told me you were really nice once she got to know you. I hope we can be good friends before long. Of course, I've never done it yet, but she claimed you'd be the best one to teach me how," she said, and then gave me the kind of kiss I knew someone had showed her. Damn! Things were coming up roses, or at least pretty bushes, everywhere I turned. Since she had her legs spread a little I slid a hand up between them to get a feel of the bugger nearly begging for attention. She wasn't lying either because I felt her hymen as soon as I tried to slip a finger up her. "You and I are going to be good friends real soon now. I'm probably going to have to keep your daddy in jail at least one more night, but don't worry. I'll come out and check on you two tonight," I said. If the truth were known I really wanted to get started becoming one of her best friends right now, but duty was calling. I drove straight over to the parsonage and I got there just in time. Deacon Deaton Richardson was pulling to a stop in front of it. I was out before him and I put my hand on my pistol before I said a word. "What do you want here Deacon?" "I've come to comfort the Pastor's wife." he said, and tried to sound a little uppity. "Well turn your ass right back around and get out of here." "But the pastor has been injured gravely in an accident." "Who do you think you're lying to Deaton? I just came from the scene and the pastor was shot during the commission of a crime." "Surely you must be mistaken, Sheriff," he said, but the uppity was out of him now. "I don't know how I could be, Deaton. He was lying just outside the window he'd been peeping through when we got there and he still had his dick in his hand. "You'd better get your ass home and start thinking how the rest of the congregation is going to take the news about the fine man you wanted them to hire as pastor. If you and the district commissioner who sent him get your act together with a settlement we might even keep it off Channel Twelve news for a few days at least. "Of course we'll be questioning every man and boy in the church to make sure his criminal ways haven't spread in our community." I just loved it when he said, "No one will believe those little Gibson whores," because I hit him as hard as I could on the end of his nose and cuffed him on the way down. "You're under arrest on suspected conspiracy Deaton. If you say one more word before I talk to you again you'll be killed while trying to escape." Of course he pissed his pants then. I fished out my trusty roll of duct tape and made sure he wouldn't let any cats out of any bags until I was ready. He went into my trunk next and I told him he'd never get out alive if I heard him make one sound, just before I shut the deck lid on him. When I knocked on Rita Kay Franklin's front door she opened it right away and I could tell at once she already knew some of the details. By the way she wouldn't look at me in the face I also got a strong hint she was more than a little submissive. It was only logical considering who her husband was. "Rita Kay, I've come to ask you a few questions about your husband," I said, and tried to sound as official as a redneck could. "Yes sir," she said, but she was way more frightened than she should have been. "Do you know what he's been doing?" "I'm afraid I do. He's been caught at it twice before and he's been in serious trouble with the Church's Commishioners Council." "You mean they knew about it and sent him here anyway?" "Yes sir." "Well, if he lives he won't be a preacher ever again, unless he's one while he's locked up. "I don't know what I'll do now." "Don't worry about it. Maybe some of the church families will help you?" "I don't think so, and besides I can't get along without a man to tell me what to do," she said, and it's a wonder my dick didn't break through my uniform pants. "You realize your husband won't be coming home don't you, one way or the other." "I know it. I don't know what I'm going to do," she said, and looked terrified. "I know what you're going to do," I said, looking around to make sure all the blinds and curtains were closed. "You do, really?" she asked, and she actually looked hopeful. "I sure do. You're going to do exactly what I tell you to, from now on." Her face lit up like Christmas even if it was still summertime. Then she hit her knees in front of me and asked what she should do first. "Show me where the master bedroom is and then go make sure all the doors are locked, all the shades are down, and all the curtains are closed. I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom and we'll have a little get to know each other celebration before we go down to my office and you tell a tape recorder everything you know about what your husband was doing and about who was doing it with him." She was back in a flash and I thought about starting out with a blowjob, but didn't. I had her strip off my clothes and then hers. Just thinking about fucking the smart assed pastor's young wife had my dick nearly bursting already, but when her clothes were off I nearly lost my mind. Even though Sarah Jean, and Darla Faye were living wet dreams, and no matter Carla was a dish best served hot, naked, and often Rita Kay Franklin was the best built and sexiest woman I'd ever even heard of. Somehow the size and perfect shape of her titties had been hidden in her preacher's wife clothes and I don't know how in the world she managed to keep her big plump nipples from showing through all the time. The rest of her was nothing compared to her beautiful legs and magnificent ass though. To top it all off, being ordered around obviously tripped her trigger, and she was without a doubt a fully automatic weapon. Her pussy lips were greasy already and nearly dripping and I knew at once what I had to do. Their bed was one of those high ones and after a few minutes with my lips nibbling her nipples and my finger up her hidey hole we were both nearly on fire. I bent her at the waist over the bed and pushed up into heaven from behind to get warmed up. We were all lubed up and pumping when I pulled my dick out and shoved it up her ass. She screamed a little at first and then settled into a full time whimper with occasional shrieks and whines. After a couple of strokes I pulled out and slid up her pussy for more lube and then had at her corn hole again. She'd grabbed a pillow by now and was biting down hard on it while I sawed away at her ass, but she wasn't pleading for me to let her up. She was doing her best to fuck back at me even in her awkward position. I was in over my head and knew it, but didn't care. I fucked her beautiful ass as hard as I could, but not for long. A wad burst out of me much too soon and it felt like it had been ripped loose. I collapsed onto her, panting, and after my dick shrunk she wiggled out from under me, worked me to the center of the bed, and then crawled on to lick, kiss, and nibble me everywhere. She was laying mostly on me while I felt around on her everywhere for a few minutes. I wanted a week to spend using and abusing her body, but I had things to do and people to see. We were dressed and ready in a few minutes and then I called a couple of deputies to come out and put crime scene tape around her house. Back at the station I had the jailer go out and retrieve Deacon Deaton and then he was booked and placed in one of our most private cells. When he was in it I ripped the duct tape off his face and read him the riot act while he was still crying. "The pastor's wife is being very cooperative. In a few minutes she'll be dictating her whole story to a court stenographer. She's going to get a lie detector test before and another one after. I'm not sure, but it looks like our little church is going to get the same type headlines those boyfucking Catholic priests have been getting. "You keep your damned mouth shut from here on out until I tell you different. My best guess is I'll be able to do you a lot more good than a dozen lawyers, unless you piss me off." When my best deputy came in for the night shift Rita Kay wasn't half done yet. I had him post a man at the door to her interview room and told him not to disturb her. Of course I'd been lying about the court stenographer. Rita Kay was telling all to a tape recorder and she had plenty of extra tapes. I figured I had just enough time to go out and check on Haywire's girls. I decided to go in and have a talk with him before I took off. I'd already had him released from the cuffs and gag with a phone call. He wasn't in much of a mood to talk though. All he wanted to do was give me a foul look. "You know you done wrong Haywire and half the damned church saw you do it. What you don't know is you'll probably end up smelling like a rose. All you need to do is sit your ass down here in this cell for another day or two. "I know you've got a hell of a hangover so I'm going to give you some pills that'll make it run and hide like a whipped dog. After you order and eat a good meal I'll send you a quart of white lightning to keep you from getting too bored. If you need more later just knock on the door, act like you got good manners, and someone will bring you another jar. "I'm taking care of your ass whether you know it or not. If you act even half assed right you'll never have to worry about another thing in this life. Now, can you sit down and keep your mouth shut unless you need more whiskey or something else important?" "Sheriff, your grandpappy was a damned good man, and your daddy was a good man. I'd thought the blood done run thin for you, but if you're telling the truth you might be the best one of 'em all." I gave the others my instructions when I was back outside. I dug around in the evidence room and found a bottle of confiscated Percodan and sent one to Haywire with a big glass of water. I told my jailer to order Haywire the best steak and all the trimmings the cafe we used had and then took off to make sure his girls were all right. On the way out of town I bought two bottles of different perfume, one for each and I got a two hundred dollar gift card for each of them. They were happy to see me when I got there anyway, and when I distributed the presents they were thrilled. "All we need to do now is try to get Daddy's truck back and we can go shopping," Darla Faye said. "You don't have to worry about the truck, I'll have it delivered," I said. "You will?" Sarah Jean asked. "Sure. Where's your phone?" "Uh, Daddy quit paying the bill," Darla Faye said, looking a little sad. "Don't worry about it. I'll be right back." Out in the car I used the radio to call dispatch for a deputy to come out with a cell phone. I was supposed to carry one, but I hated the damned things. He made it out in about ten minutes and I took the phone, mine in fact, and called Monroe. I told him to tune up Haywire's pickup and bring it out here and send the bill to the office - then I went back in to make the girls even happier because I knew they were about to make the rest of my day. "Ok girls. Your truck will be here in a little while. Pack up all your things and when the truck gets here load up and drive to my house. I'll be there and so will your new Momma. "Our Momma?" they asked, at the same time. "Yep. Tomorrow Haywire is going to sign over custody to me. You'll be staying at my house from now on and she'll be your Momma as soon as we get married and get all the paperwork settled. You just be real nice to her and we'll all get along fine. Tomorrow I'll get you both a cell phone and we'll go shopping for a good used car." I hadn't even started getting Darla Faye hot for her deflowering before Monroe brought their truck. Of course I'd given Sarah Jean the high hard one right off the bat, but I was going to take it slower with Darla Faye, and I figured it would be for the best to have Rita Kay there to make sure Darla Faye got the very best first fucking a girl ever had. I left them to their packing and went back to the station. Rita Kay had already filled up four tapes and she'd told everything she could remember, including dates, times, names, and addresses. Haywire was full by now and after the Percodan he was feeling no pain. One of the jailers was just bringing him the first quart of shine when I walked in to say hello. ------- Chapter 4 "They treating you better now, Haywire?" "Sheriff, if it weren't for my two girls I'd just stay here," he said. "Well, I've got plans to get you out of all your responsibilities, Haywire. Just try to get by here and try not to puke on the floor or nothing like it. I'll see about getting you a TV tomorrow and I'll make sure you get a nice cool screwdriver as soon as you wake up, or would you rather have a bloody mary?" "The screwdriver is already sounding nice and tasty and I appreciate your thoughtfulness," he said, and then turned up the jar of shine for a big gulp. When I left the station, I went back by Carla's house and she was anxious to see me. She was excited since she'd found something she really liked in her husband's papers. He had credit life on the house and he had a pretty good life insurance policy too. "I hate to be the one to break the bad news to you Carla, but there's a chance Billy Joe ain't gonna make it," I said. "What's happened? Did he take a turn for the worse?" "Nothing's happened yet, I just have a bad feeling," I said, and then took her to the bedroom and gave her a good old country screwing. When I made it home Rita Kay, Sarah Jean, and Darla Faye were already fast friends. Sarah Jean and Darla Faye had spilled the beans about marriage and motherhood to Rita Kay and she was almost beside herself with happiness. "Well, we will have to actually wait until Pastor Franklin dies to make it official, but he's in an irreversible coma now and all they're waiting for is someone to tell them to shut off the machines. "This does come with some strings though, if you want to marry me," I said. "Of course I do. What strings?" "You'll have to promise me you'll teach your girls how to really suck a dick - my dick in fact." It didn't take more than four of five seconds to get it settled and the first lesson was underway as quick as the three of them could get naked, get me naked, and hit their knees in front of me. Rita Kay really was an expert at sucking a dick. She wasn't able to get it in her throat without gagging, yet, but after she explained how it should be done to Sarah Jean and Darla Faye they were better than she at it almost right away. Darla Faye couldn't quite get it done, but after three or four tries Sarah Jean could open wide and swallow. I think humming was her own embellishment, but whether it was or wasn't it was a treat. She barely had time to get my dick back out of her throat before she got a lungful of come. Even if she couldn't swallow me whole Rita Kay still knew more about lip and tongue work while trying to revive a dick. She had another trick too. I didn't realize she was sliding a finger up her own cooter, but she was and she had it good and slick when she slid it up my ass. It was like she pushed my dick back up hard from inside. No doubt I should have given her a break for the excellent treatment, but when she ended up face down on the mattress and I got another good look at her ass I was on her and pushing my dick up her the back way in seconds. Rita Kay was a girl who thought ahead too, and I knew it as soon as I realized she'd used her pussy juice in ways other than just stimulating my dick via the back door. She's slicked up her own back channel too. Even though it let me know she'd been expecting an attack on her rosebud she still squealed and hollered like I was killing her as I forced my dick up her the tight way. Rita Kay begged and pleaded for mercy while I gave it to her ass good. Her pleading for mercy set my blood on fire and had me pumping come before I knew what was happening. After I'd hosed her bowels our newly minted daughters rolled my spent ass off her and she popped up to help them kiss and pet me all over. Almost before I knew it we were all in the bed snuggled up together and with the sheet over us. I dropped off to sleep right away and I don't think my women were far behind me. Around one AM I got a call from the office. I was already mad from being woke up and when the young assistant jailer spoke up he had me steaming in seconds. "Sheriff, the hospital pulled the plug on Pastor Franklin and he died almost right away. That'll make his death murder and I'm about to send a car out to arrest Haywire's daughter that shot him." "No, you're not. You're going to give the next ranking deputy with you your badge and sidearm and have him lock you in jail. It's obvious to me you're criminally insane and I want you in a cell before any of the residents find out you intended to arrest the underage victim of a peeping tom conspiracy." "But sheriff, the Pastor was a respectable member of the community. Surely you don't believe the rumors. "Rumors! What God damed cabbage leaf were you found under. He was shot just outside the innocent victim's window with his dick in his hand. How respectable is that?" "Surely there's some mistake. He was a God fearing man." "Are you really that stupid? Don't you know out-of-town preachers are the ones we need to keep the closest watch on? We've always had an eye on the local preachers, but we don't know shit about what the slimy bastards they send here had already been up to. "Now, turn in your badge and keys and have yourself locked up. I'll talk to you in the morning," I said, and hung up. Back in bed my dick got hard from all the _welcome back_ kisses and fondles. Darla Faye was closest to me so I put my mouth on hers and took hold of a titty with my free hand. She was already squirming like she was dying for it so I slid my hand down to her bush to make sure she was wet. She was for real, but there was no missing her hymen. She was about to be done with it, but I'd have to take it easy this first time. "Darla Faye ain't never done it before Sheriff," Sarah Jean said, as I moved between her legs. "I know it. Didn't you see me with my hand on her pussy. I could feel her cherry right off. I'm gonna relieve her of the burden though, but I'm gonna lick her pussy a little first to make sure she's good and hot for it. You and Rita Kay suck on her nipples and play with her titties while I'm down there eatin' at the Y." Ten seconds later Darla Faye didn't even know which way to shake her ass. She was moaning and babbling and barely noticed as I moved between her young thighs with my hard pecker leading the way. Afterwards it was duck soup. Just a little pressure between her pussylips let me know I was in the right spot and I pushed on in, but slowly. She barely flinched, but she did suck in a deep breath when I pushed it further up her. Three pumps later I was up her to my balls and I let it soak for a beat or two while she gasped and groaned out loud. "My God Daddy, is that all dick? Please don't start rooting around hard for a few seconds anyway," Darla Faye said. "Don't worry girl. When I start fucking you for real you'll be ready, and anxious." I lay down on her then and had to root Rita Kay off a big fat nipple so I could have something to suck on. Darla Faye was still a little tense, but the good feelings got to her quick. After she rocked her hips a couple of times I started slow stroking her from damn near out to damn sure all the way up her. It was a little much for her at first, but she got used to it quickly. By the time I blasted off she was done and panting already. "Who was that on the phone? It sounded like you were mad at them," Sarah Jean asked. "I was mad at him. I told him to turn in his gun and badge and have himself locked in a cell." "What for?" she asked. "Criminal stupidity. I'm thinking about having him moved into a cell with two big guys who've been there a while. I caught them molesting young boys and that former deputy could use a little molesting. I spent the rest of the night asleep thank God. The next morning, while I was taking a shower and dressing, Rita kay, Sarah Jean, and Darla Faye fixed my breakfast and when I sat my big ass down to eat I was as happy as a lark. They'd fixed a big thick ham steak with hash-browns, biscuits, and red-eye gravy. They even made me a few pancakes on the side. I cleaned my plates and relaxed with one last cup of good coffee before I went out to my cruiser. I felt damned good as I drove into town. The situation at the office fixed it for me soon enough. Mayor Charles Johnson was waiting for me in my office when I got there. I didn't give the deputy on duty any shit for letting him in right at the moment, but I would sure as hell take care of it later. I was barely inside my own office and had the door shut before the Mayor started in yelling and screaming about firing me if I didn't let the deacon out right away. I slapped his jaws hard enough to knock him down and gave him a light kick in the guts while he was down there. It wasn't hard enough to make him puke, but he was sucking hard for wind for a few seconds. "Let me tell you something you dumb son-of-a-bitch. If you can convince the council to do it you can fire me as the city police chief, for a while anyway. You can't fire me from being the County Sheriff though. I'm him because of an appointment by the Commissioner's Court and when this term is up you can bet your ass I'll be re-elected. "You can also bet I'll turn in all the evidence I have on you and the deacon's involvement with the preacher and his window peeping scheme. I know you won't miss being the mayor, but how many of the decent folks in the county do you think still shop at your store after they find out the truth? "Just because I let you and the city council think I was a big dumbass so I'd get the job doesn't mean I really am. I'm sure I've got enough evidence against you to put you in jail along with Billy Joe Stephens. Remember, I had my own digital camera before the county bought all those for my department." It was a caution to watch the Mayor's red face go white so fast, but I didn't have time to fuck with him much. "Now, you get your ass up and go home. If I hear one bit of gossip you let slip you'll go to jail just like the others I'm fixing to send. You and Deacon Deaton Richardson are lucky your wives are so ugly or I'd send you both off and fuck them while you were getting your asses fucked in the pen. It don't mean I can't change my mind though." He was up and gone in seconds so I walked back to the jailer's desk and got the key to the cell they'd put the assistant jailer in. He gave me a surly look as I opened the door and walked in. "Before you start flapping your lip Joeby you'd better do a lot of listening. I hired your dumb ass as a favor to your paw, Deacon Deaton Richardson. I've got the goods on him now as part of the Peeping Tom ring been going on around here. In fact I think I remember you in a couple of those pictures I took. "Your job as jailer is to keep your eyes open and your mouth shut, and it goes for when you're off duty too. You'll be in prison with yo Daddy getting your own asshole fucked if you mess with me. Have we got an understanding?" I asked, and I could see he was having trouble keeping his last meal down. "Yes sir, Sheriff." "I hope like hell you slept while you was in here last night or you'd better go home and get some rest now if you didn't. I'll be giving you and your uniform a close inspection when you come in for your shift tonight, and if you ain't ship-shape I'm going to kick your stupid ass," I said, and walked out leaving the cell door open. I was barely back in my office when the phone buzzed its intercom signal and I picked it up. The secretary said the District Attorney wanted to see me and I told her to send him in. I got up and met him when he came in the door. "Damned if you didn't have some excitement this weekend, Jake." he said, and stuck out his hand for me to shake. "I did for a fact, Tom, and I guess we've got plenty to go on now," I said, shaking the hand and grinning as I locked the door behind him and then took a seat behind my desk while he sat in one of the big chairs in front of it. "I heard the preacher was in a compromising position when your deputies got there." "I could barely believe it. It must have been some kind of reaction or something I've never heard of before, but there he was with most of his face shot off while his dick was as hard as it would get and he had his hand wrapped around it," I said, and Tom just lost it laughing for a half minute or so. "I don't guess we're going to have much trouble soliciting a donation of our own from the Baptist Convention then," Tom said. "Hell, the sheriffs from the two counties he was in before us said they didn't, and they didn't even have any hard evidence. Serves the cocksuckers right for not at least warning us before sending scum like him out here as if he was respectable." "There is that. I wonder if they'll wise up before they send out a replacement?" ------- Chapter 5 "They'd better. This was fun for a while, but I don't like this much excitement. I had to have a talk with the Mayor early this morning, so if you hear anything out of him you know what got it started." "Did you tell the dumb ass you had his smiling face in the pictures?" Tom asked. "Yeh, and he didn't take it too well. He did come to his senses though and I don't figure we'll have any more trouble out of his ass for quite a spell." "What about Haywire?" "Hell, I don't think there's any need to even file any charges. You know damned well we can't get a jury in this county to give him a day in jail over it, and besides, I don't even want to," I said. "Me neither. We'll have enough trouble as it is." "I do want some papers making me the legal guardian of his girls though. It ain't decent to let them stay out there with him no longer. Besides, they can both fuck like little minks." "Dammit, I wish I was about twenty years younger. I'd try to adopt one of them myself. Hell, I'd be dead in a week if I did, though. I tapped their momma several times and I sure as hell remember what she was like." "I remember seeing her when I was little, but I didn't even know women had a fuzzy spot between their legs back then. That reminds me, I had the preacher's wife come stay at my house too. I think I'm gonna marry her. She'll make a good momma for Sarah Jean and Darla Faye and they're already getting along fine," I said. "You're gonna wear that thing out Jake, but it beats hell out of letting it go to waste." "I need to get something worked out so Carla Stephens will end up with anything Billy Joe had before we get him sent off," I said. "Damn, are you already cuttin' that one too?" "It seemed like the best thing to do at the time." "I don't guess you've heard the latest from the hospital then. Billy Joe died last night. He picked up some kind of infection and it got away from the doctors before they noticed. "You don't have to worry about Carla. Everything will be hers, and I know he had some insurance too. The only bad part is our supply of whiskey will run low sooner or later." "It better not. Old Mose does all the making anyway and he's teaching Mose Jr to take care of it. I think we ought to see if Mose Jr can't get a loan for a nice used pickup truck. It'll give him something to run errands and deliver whiskey in." "By God if you ain't the best sheriff we've ever had. You can think ahead. Let me know next time you have a talk with Mose and see if you can get Mose Jr there too. I might just slip out there and visit Daisy Mae to see if she can get me up once more for old time sake," Tom said. "Just let me know when you're ready. I'll go see if I can find a good used pickup in the next day or two." "Ok, I'll call ahead of time. You know where to find me if anything comes up," Tom said, as he got up and let himself out. He'd been a lawyer in this county since before I was born and he knew who, what, and where about everything going on. Being the District Attorney was only a sideline for him. He made most of his money over mineral rights. He knew where every drop of oil in the county was and he knew who owned the mineral rights for the land too. It gave our county a big advantage because no one had anything hanging over Tom's head. Hell, he was the one with an axe waiting to fall on high priced wrong doers. It didn't make a shit to Tom how well heeled defendants were. Once he got 'em in his sights they did what he wanted or they went to jail. The rest of my day was filled with talking to people from the church. Two were men peripherally involved in the peeping and I scared the shit out of them without any trouble. The other six were actually good Christian folks and I hated to be the one to break the news to them about the way the Baptist Convention had let them down with the preacher they'd sent here. When it was time for lunch I dropped in on the Widow Stephens to pay my respects. There was food everywhere from people coming by and bringing a little something. The only thing bothering Carla though was there were too many coming by for me to take her to her bedroom and pump her up to get her through the rest of the day. "Did you find anything in the papers I gave you?" she asked, after we'd at least had time for her to suck me off. "Better'n that. Tom came by this morning and gave me the news 'bout Billy Joe. He said everything, insurance and all, would go straight to you. Your house note will even be paid off by the insurance." "What the hell do I want with this house now?" "Money of course. After the dust settles you can put it up for sale and I happen to know of a nice sheriff with a room to rent," I said, and she giggled while I fondled her ass. Another car pulled up in her drive then so I took my leave and went to the Dixie Maid for a double meat jumbo bacon cheesburger and two orders of onion rings with a vanilla milk shake. Old man Wilson's youngest daughter was a pretty little thing, but I only patted her ass and flirted a little. Shit, she wasn't even sixteen yet. Billy Joe picking up an infection and dying like that had been a lucky break, and even though I'd had a funny feeling about him not making it I really was surprised it came true. Of course, I had something lined up to help him along on his visit to the pearly gates, but I was just as glad I didn't have to try it. Right about now I was flying high and feeling mean over the whole deal. Sure, I'd been able to scare up some good pussy ever since I took over as sheriff, but nothing like what I'd come into during the last few days. Mostly I had old Haywire to thank for it all and I owed him a debt for getting the ball rolling. My debt to him could be paid off cheap enough, though. Haywire could be counted on to drink himself into oblivion every night if he had something to drink. Since he shot Billy Joe in the ass I'd come into a damned good whiskey-making operation and I intended to make sure Haywire got his share of the whiskey. Being the county sheriff was a good spot for authority in a backwoods county like ours. The thing to make sure of was who you were dealing with. Real respectable people needed to be left alone and the other sneak-around scumbags had to be kept under watch. Take Deacon Deaton Richardson for example. He had all kinds of shady deals going on along with a nice respectable store down town. I had him dead to rights on his shady side now and I was fixing to start charging him for my silence. He wasn't the only one, but he was sure going to be next. Oh, I'd let him keep going to the First Church and strutting around like he was something to somebody, but I intended to make sure he knew who was letting him run around loose. I already had enough on him to send him to jail for several years and if he pissed me off again I was going to. His old lady was a little fat for my taste and the best you could say about her looks was _plain_. Still, she had some big knockers, and if I had to send him away I could work some of the weight off her as time went by. Still, I didn't really have any urge to get into her knickers and Deaton could probably be kept in line. I wouldn't make him pay much of a bribe to keep his crooked ass out of jail. Hell, I might as well go and get him settled right now. When I let myself into his cell he must have had a serious talk with the man upstairs. He was praising the lord every other breath and begging for forgiveness. "Deaton, you can pray all you want to and I hope the Good Lord pays you some attention. I can tell you I aim to pay you plenty myself though. I'm turning you loose as soon as we get you cleaned up and your wife gets here with some decent clothes. "It don't mean I won't be keeping my eyes on you, though, and it don't mean I don't want to know what all you've been up to. Soon as you get yourself home make out a list of what you, the preacher, and all the rest have been up to. And don't think I want you to stop with the window peeping. If you have your fingers in any illegal pies in this county you'd better be sure you get all the details down on paper. "If you tell me the truth no more will be said about it, but if I catch you leaving something out you'll end up right back in here and no amount of praying or begging will save your ass from five years of hard time." The Deacon came right around and started jabbering about who they'd been peeping on right away. I nearly cut him off, but decided to listen in after I heard an interesting name. Seems another higher-up in the church had been right with 'em all along and he'd done more than his share of providing entertainment. Even though he wasn't thirty yet, George Kershaw was down to the church every time the doors were open. Rumor was his pretty young wife Carol didn't take to the Holy Spirit the way George did, but he made her come with him every time, and that wasn't all. Every time they'd been out peeping with the pastor they went by George's house for a look-see too. It seemed Carol was the star of the show lots of times and according to Deacon Deaton she knew how to entertain. This was news I needed for real. George had been making plenty of money selling real estate. His house was a new one, barely been finished six months. I knew his wife was proud of her new home, but I hadn't had any idea she felt so comfortable walking around naked in the place. Lucky for me I did know a little about George. I'd never cared about the way he liked to get so friendly with young boys, but if I could work my way to a few compromising pictures it wouldn't hurt a damned thing. I had some thinking to do on that score. When Deaton's wife came down with some clean clothes for him I invited her into my office for a talk while one of the jailers took him off for a good shower and to get dressed decent for the ride home. Like I'd said before, Millie Richardson wasn't a showgirl by any means, but my dick was throbbing over thoughts of Carol Kershaw prancing around naked for the world to see and when you got right down to it Millie wasn't butt ugly or nothing. "This is kind of a bad thing Deaton's got himself into, Millie," I told her, once we were in my office. To tell the truth she didn't look as bad as I remembered. She was a stout woman to be sure, but those titties she had were impressive and I could see she was a little embarrassed and maybe just a trifle scared over what was going to happen. She tried to brazen it out at first though. "I just can't understand why you locked poor Deaton up this way Sheriff," she said. "Oh, so you didn't know he was prowling around with the preacher, peeping in on women while they were dressing or undressing in their homes. Would you like to see some of the pictures I've got of him caught in the act?" I knew right away she'd known the whole story from the way her shoulders slumped and I couldn't help myself. She just knew he was in trouble big time and I'm sure she could see her place in the community going straight downhill. I eased on over right beside her and gave her big ass a friendly pat or two. I was surprised myself at the way it felt so firm. "You know Millie, I'm the only one who knows the whole tale so far. It might be I could forget to mention Deaton's part in things if I had a good reason to," I said, and gave her ass another good fondle. Her face perked right up at first, but when she realized what I had in mind it fell again, but she didn't really say anything that made me think she was going to give me any trouble. "In fact, I'm sure you and I might be able to work a deal to help Deaton out with his troubles," I said, and let my hand leave her nicer than I expected ass and stray up to one of her big titties. All she did was whimper a little when I gave it a good squeeze. It wasn't so much the lure of her fine body, because it wasn't really that fine, but the way she swallowed hard when she realized where I was headed just did a number on me. I was acting bold as brass now and I was loving it. Millie wasn't really ugly or nothing. She was carrying a few extra pounds of course, but I'd done bigger gals in my time and damned if it didn't look like I was about to do another one. I walked over to the door, opened it, and told the secretary I wasn't to be disturbed while I was interrogating a witness. Then I locked the door as I turned back around to face Millie. ------- Chapter 6 I knew I had this deal closed already so I walked back over to Millie and started undoing the blouse she had on. She shrunk back at first and was setting her nerves to complain, but I cut her short right away. "You'd better get your mind right over what's about to happen, Millie. I'm going to turn Deaton loose with no charges if you play your cards right. Sure, there'll be a little gossip, but there won't be any charges and life will go on like it has been with only a little more supervision from me. "Then again, if we have any trouble in here over my investigation I can put him right back in the cell he came out of, and file charges on him as a Peeping Tom. Just think about how the news will go down, expecially at your store. "You all are making a good living there, but I doubt it would keep going so fine if Deaton had to spend a few years in the pen." Millie wasn't a dummy and I could see in her face she understood what her part in things would have to be. As I finished with the buttons on her blouse and pulled it off her she had made up her mind to do her part. I had made up my mind it was a caution how women could hide their assets with unflattering clothes, and in Millie's case they were significant assets. She had titties for days and when I had the bra off her they stood right up to be counted. Her big nipples were something else too and I latched my mouth to one right away. Meanwhile my hands were still getting her out of the rest of her clothes. I really hadn't expected Millie to get with the program at all. I'd figured she'd keep quiet and take it, but her nipples told the tale on her. The one I had in my mouth shot right up to attention and when I switched to the other one it jumped up too. She was trying to stay still and let me have my way with her, but when I got my hand down in her bloomers she was dripping wet and when I pushed a finger up into her tight sheath she sighed out loud and her arms wrapped around my neck and she hugged me to her. I wasn't letting her off so easy though. When I had her bare ass naked I stepped back to take a good look and I even made her turn in a circle to give me the full view. She was carrying a few extra pounds all right, but she carried them well and mostly in a big delectable ass. I started off with my uniform and I smiled to myself when my big dick came into Millie's sight. After we were both naked I led her over to the big couch and sat us down on it. I knew she hadn't wanted to, but she couldn't help herself and she had both her hands around my dick by now and was pumping it up and down. "Ever had anything that size up you before, Millie?" I asked. "No. Never. I don't think it'll fit," she said, sounding nervous but still pumping. "It'll fit all right," I said, and tumped her onto her back on the couch. I crawled up between her thighs and took my dick in my hand. Even with the extra pounds she was no more than a slick, pleasingly plump. Her old man was on up there in years, but Millie was at least a young fat girl. Hell, if I could get her to doing some exercise and pushing herself back from the table a little bit she'd make a nice break for me every other night or so. For right now though her slit was good and greasy already and I pushed my knob against it right away. Millie had another treat to show me too. Her pussy was tight. She was Deaton's second wife. He'd married her after his first wife died having Joeby, and Millie had never had any kids. It took five or ten minutes to get my dick shoved all the way up her quim and damn was it ever worth the work. Millie was a big woman with a little hole and by the time I was pumping her at full speed she was helping all she could. This wasn't the last fuck I wanted from Millie by any means, so I did my best to do her right. I was giving her the full meal deal up her cooter and my mouth was sucking and nipping her big nipples for all I was worth. If it hadn't been for the soundproofing in my office I knew everyone outside would have heard my belly slapping hell out of hers, but they never, and I managed to put my mouth on hers for a big kiss when she got her cookies and started in moaning. I finally let go my load up her and I knew it was big enough to keep her lubed up for a week. While she was panting and trying to catch her breath Millie still had her arms around my neck and she was kissing me everywhere she could find a place. I was actually proud of the job I'd done on her, but I was already wanting another round. Millie's big ass was beautiful and I knew for sure I was gonna get my dick up it before long. For now I put my uniform back on and told Millie to just rest a little while I took care of some business. Deaton was dressed and looking respectable when I left my office. He aked me where his wife was and I sidled over to give him the happy news. "Your wife is giving a deposition in my office, Deaton. If you've got a damned brain at all you'll get your ass back home and start writing down everything you know about the former preacher and every other illegal thing y'all been up to. If you leave out a single thing your wife mentions I'll make sure you get five years in the pen for each omission. Now git," I said, and he got. Back in my office I warned Millie not to tell Deaton a thing about what had gone on in my office, but I could see it was the last thing on her mind. Right at the last I thought of a good excuse to have Millie over to my house often. "Millie, don't you teach piano lessons still?" "Not lately I haven't. Deaton dosn't like to have all the practicing going on in the house," she said. "Well it just so happens I'm buying a piano for my house so Haywire's girls can learn. I'll admit I don't know a thing about buying a piano, so why don't you go by the music store and pick out a good one for us. I'll come by and make a deal for it and you can come over to my house and give the lessons." "I'd love to sheriff, but I'm not sure how Deaton will feel about it," she said. "Well just ask him if he wants to rest quietly in jail while you're teaching my girls. I'll just tell you Millie, you're the only reason he ain't still locked up and I can sure as hell find him again if he causes me any trouble. She said she'd go right by the music store on the way home and make sure to pick out a nice piano for the girls. After the excitement was over I decided to make a few rounds in my prowl car. It was mid afternoon by now and my first stop was over by the widow Stephens place. Luckily the visitors had stopped dropping by and we had a little time by ourselves. She seemed happy to see me and I was damned sure glad I was there after she got her clothes off. I took her right to her bedroom and gave her a good hosing. She was down at my dick trying to get it back up after she caught her breath, but my cell phone rang and it was the office. Jasper Brown had called in and he said someone had stolen four of his cows. Another car had already headed out there and I straightened up my clothes and headed that way too. I was wondering who in the hell would be stupid enough to try stealing cows in the middle of the day when my cell phone rang again. The dispatcher told me the locker plant had called and a couple of men were there trying to sell four cows. Of course Charles Dunbarton had recognized the cows and he'd had his daugher call it in. At least it saved me a trip out to the Brown's place. When I pulled up to the locker plant I parked my prowl car right up against the trailer the fools had hauled the cows to town in. When I walked in the back way two young men I recognized were talking to Charles Dunbarton and trying to explain why they needed to sell the cows on such short notice. As I walked in Charles saw me, but didn't let on and I had my Glock out and had slipped up behind the two fools without them hearing a thing. That all changed when I put the Glock up right behind their heads and fired a round into the ceiling. Charles and I were at least ready for what was going to happen, but the two cattle thieves weren't. When my Glock 21 roared out about its 45 ACP cartridges they both grabbed their ears and after a kick or two they were on the ground and both of them were looking at the big smokehole in my pistol. "Ain't you boys lost?" I asked, while they were still trying to come around enough to pay attention. I let them have a few minutes to get their wits back under control. "We ain't done nothing," one of them finally said. "You got one thing powerful wrong. You forgot what county you was in. We don't play your shitass games over here," I said, and kicked the one who'd opened his mouth right square in the balls. I ignored him while he was crying and switched my piece over to the other one's face. "Now, Shit-for-brains, are you going to tell me who put you up to this or do you intend to do the eight years in the pen with just you and your buddy here?" He didn't look like he had sense enough to even piss his own pants, so I gave him a boot tip to the balls too. I rolled the pair over onto their faces and frisked them real quick, coming up with a thirty-eight revolver on each of them. I'll be damned if they didn't look like a department issue. It was about all I could take. "Charles, you'd better shut all the doors from the outside. I'm gonna ask these two a few more questions, and it looks like to me they're intending to try to escape." Charles must have known what was coming because he went over to start shutting the doors and laughed while he did. It was lucky for me I'd brought my cell phone along with me this time so I told the two fuckups to roll back over while I called the county coroner. "Jeb, you'd better come on down to the locker plant. I got a couple of cow thieves down here and I'm pretty sure they're about to get shot while resisting arrest," I told him when he picked up, and he said he'd be down there in time to pronounce them dead. "Ok you two. It's time for you to shit or get blown off the pot. Stand up and start talking," I said. Apparently they had caught on to a clue no matter how stupid they were. They told me Chapter and verse who had set up the theft and what it was for. They had just been sworn in deputies for the next county over the day before, and they'd been sent over by another deputy who was just a rung or two above their heads. In fact it was his pickup and trailer they'd come in. They didn't have anything to say about anyone higher up and I hadn't expected them too. Apparently the sheriff of their county wanted to see what I was made of and in fact I'd been expecting something like this for a while. There was no telling what had made him think it was a good time to get his bluff in on me, but he'd made his play and and all I had to do now was wait. ------- Chapter 7 When Doctor Jeb Johnson made his appearance I let him know the suspects had decided they'd be better off telling everything they knew. "Well, you can't have everything, and I guess you've got something else in mind for 'em. Just let me know if you ever need me to make sure things look right on the death certificates," he said, and then went on back home. My two best deputies were here by now, and I nearly had them take the two off to jail, then I thought better of it. If I had them in jail it wouldn't take long before a lawyer showed up to take them right back out and over across the county line. "Jeffery, why don't we forget these two were ever here at all, officially anyway. Truss 'em up good and run 'em out to that cave where Mose is running the still for Billy Joe, may he rest in peace." "Well, it'll sure make our neighbors wonder what in the hell is going on," Jeffery said. "Won't it though. I figure we can keep these two alive as long as we need to with two meals a day and Daisy Mae can probably fix them up. Hell, they'll probably gain weight on ham hocks, turnip greens, and mashed potatoes and I might even ask Daisy to throw 'em in some neckbones every Sunday. That and a glass of sweet tea will be better'n what they deserve." "You want me to lock 'em in that back room in the old cave?" he asked. "I don't see why not. Nobody can hear 'em way back in there no matter how they holler. Hell, we can even spare 'em one candle a day so they can see what all's in there with 'em." I helped Jeffry get 'em loaded into the back of his prowl car and then gave 'em a good wave goodbye as he left with 'em. I wasn't going to keep 'em forever, but it would be hard as hell for a lawyer to find 'em if one came looking. I called Monroe next to come pick up the truck and trailer they'd been driving. He came right over and I had him make a few special preparations for the rig he was hauling off. He loosened the distributor, picked it up out of the hole and twirled it about half a round before letting it back down in the hole. After he gave the engine a couple of turns the keyway in the bottom of the distributor shaft picked up the oil pump drive again and it all settled right back down into place. It looked like it was in the perfect place again when he tightened it back down, but with the little adjustment it was now ninety degrees out of time. I had Monroe try to start it for real then and of course it spit back through the carburetor like I'd known it would. It wouldn't start for days unless someone who knew what to look for got hold of it. I had Monroe haul the whole right over to his place, but told him to leave it outside in case somebody came by to see if they could slip away with it. Of course the whole thing would be right in front of Monroe's house and in plain sight of it the whole time. Now I knew I couldn't count on Monroe to be sober enough to sound the alarm if someone came to take the rig away, but his wife never touched a drop. I knew she kept a watch on his place while he was drunk at night anyway. When I promised Monroe a hundred bucks if she turned in anyone coming after the truck and trailer at night I knew we'd know within five minutes. I figured I had things tied up as neat as I could get 'em, and since the day was over already I headed home. Damned if the music store's truck wasn't there when I made it, and they'd already put the piano in the front room. The delivery men were waiting around with a ticket for me to sign, but I had Rita Kaye give 'em another glass of tea and I called Jerry Loveall, the owner of the store. He was happy enough to hear from me, especially when I told him I could go ahead and send cash for the piano. "I knew you were good for it Jake, but if you can send cash it'll help out," he said. "I'm flush for right now and I'll send it on with your men. Say, you don't have a good Mark VI alto down there, do ya. I've been wanting another one and if the girls learn fast enough I might even play with them a little." "Do you want to trade yours in on it? I can make you are real good deal if you do," he said. "You know I'll never let that one get away from me. I also know the price is climbing so don't be afraid to tell me how much a new one will cost." "Well, I don't have a new one, but I do have a hell of a deal on an alto, a tenor, and a good coin-silver flute." "Well hold 'em for me. I'll be down tomorrow or the next day to give 'em a serious looking at." "I'll do it, Sheriff. I always hate to see soneone who can really play give up on it. By the way, if you're going to have Millie out there giving lessons you might want to look at a good guitar. I've got a really nice Gibson J-200 in here. You know you always wanted to pick up on guitar too, and Millie can get you started good, especially since you can already read music." "Well hold on to it too. If I don't put in the time for it one of the girls will probably pick it up sooner or later." He let me go then before he sold me the whole store, and I counted out the money for the piano and let his delivery men get gone. Millie acted like she was about to leave too, but I put an end to talk like that. "But sheriff, I need to get home and fix dinner for Deaton," she said. "Don't you worry about Deaton, Millie. If he's in such a hurry for dinner I can have a cruiser swing by and take him back to jail. They'll have him a quick meal in a few minutes. You get the girls started on something to get their fingers in a notion to play." When Millie had them making some noise I gave Deaton a call. He didn't seem nearly as put out over fixing his own dinner as Millie had feared. In fact, when I gave him his choice he said he'd been thinking he might like to fix up a little macroni and cheese for himself anyway. When I turned back to the piano I saw Rita Kaye was taking a turn so I pulled Millie in for a kiss and a good fondling. She acted shy at first, especially in front of the girls, but by the time I had her titties in hand she settled right down. By the time I had her blouse and dress off and my hand down in her bloomers she was back to hugging and kissing on me. Rita Kaye was helping me off with my clothes while I finished getting Millie plumb naked. Sarah Jean and Darla Faye kept up the music, one taking a turn and then the other and before you know it I had Millie bent over the couch and had slid the meat to her. Rita Kaye was doing a good job herself. While I plowed Millie's furrow from behind Rita Kaye was using her hand to steal a little juice and slicking up Millie's back door for something I knew Millie had never considered. I just couldn't help myself, though. There was Millie on her knees on the floor with her body bent over the cushions of the big couch and even though I tried not to, before long I had my dick pressed to her other hole and she howled like a dog and then whimpered while I pushed it on home. Poor Millie carried on for quite a bit as I rooted it up her back door, but her moans and whimpers were music to my ears and when I took a reach around on each of her big titties she settled down. I couldn't settle down much myself though and soon enough I spewed a load up her and finally laid down across her back to catch my breath. Millie took to her treatment pretty well, though, after she had some time to get used to the idea. Rita Kaye helped her out from under me and before you knew it they were both kissing and petting on me. We let Millie go on home about half an hour later, but I made sure she knew she was expected back day after tomorrow. We broke for supper after Millie was gone and Rita Kaye had done one hell of a job. She even teased me a little while we were eating. "I see it didn't take much prompting for you to pick on someone else's poor ass after you abused me so," she said. "Well what did you expect? You saw what a big beautiful ass she had. If ever there was a woman begging for a good ass fucking Millie was." "Well you shore gave her a good 'un," Darla Faye said. "Have you ever known me not to give it my best?" "No Daddy. You do your best everytime," Sarah Jean said, and then giggled. Lucky for me the town was quiet the next day. I went by Loveall's place and bought more than I'd expected to, but they were all good bargains and I had the money. Just after noon I went home and put on a suit to go to Billy Joe Stephens' funeral. Hell, why not. Even though I hadn't had to help him along he was still dead, and I'd come into a nice little whiskey-making racket over the whole deal. Not to mention a friendly widow woman who could barely wait for me to plow her field again. Just in case there were any other swinging dicks wondering if they could take a shot at Carla now Billy Joe was gone I kept right by her warm side through the ceremony and I took her directly home with me after the dirt was in Billy Joe's face. I even called off for the rest of the day to help poor Carla get settled in at my place. The girls played the piano again to cover some of the noise and Rita Kaye helped by slicking up Carla's back door just like she had with Millie. Carla had a harder time with my dick back there, but I didn't give her any options. Hell, I don't know what she howled about so at first, since I went at it easier with her than I had with Rita Kaye or Millie either. She came around to my way of thinking after the second time I cornholed her though, and at the last she was kissing and petting on me after I'd done the deed good and proper. Carla helped us out in another way, though. After she'd finally got with the program and got her cookies she wanted to make sure everyone got some. She was practically on fire when I had her slick Rita Kaye up on the back side. She even wanted to give the same treatment to Sarah Jean and Darla Faye, but I cut her off at the pass there. I told her those two would be getting it up their cooter for the next week or two. I did tell her we'd have another visitor before long even though I didn't tell any of them who it'd be. That night when we all settled into my big old Empire size bed I was in hog heaven, but I knew there'd have to be some changes made before long. My big bed was just big enough for all of us to sleep in it in comfort. The trouble was I knew we'd be gaining one more permanent occupant before long. I had to have a bigger bed and I didn't know where to find one. ------- Chapter 8 Carla, Sarah Jean, and Darla Faye slept in after I got up the next morning, but Rita Kay had my breakfast ready as soon as I'd showered and put on my uniform. She gave me a good kissing before I left for the office too. The office was quiet when I got there since most of our lately arrived prisoners were gone, but I had an early call not ten minutes after I was behind my desk with the morning paper spread out and a cup of coffee. Apparently Deaton had taken me very seriously over the warnings I gave him. He'd worked long into the night over his list of transgressions, but it wasn't the reason for his early morning call. "Sheriff, I just got a call from George Kershaw. He was all set to have a campout with the boy scouts this weekend, but the pastor was supposed to go with him. "I been on one of those campouts before, but I don't never want to go on another'n. I just don't go in for that stuff he gets into with them boys," Deaton said. "What all does he get up to?" "Well, he brings along beer and after he gets the boys drunk his wife shows up and gives 'em a show. Once she has the boys hot and bothered George sends her away and he works his way around to sucking off the boys and then he cornholes them later," Deaton said, but he didn't let on any part he might have had in the after action. "Well I'll tell you something Deaton, you're gonna be right there front and center at this campout and you're gonna do everything you can to get George into the spirit of things." "I am?" "You sure are, cause I'm gonna be there too, except I'm gonna be an uninvited guest. Just me and my digital camera. You call old George back up and tell him how much you're looking forward to things." "But sheriff, I don't know about all that." "Well, better put your work clothes on then. If you can't help me out with this I guess you're gonna have to come back down here and visit with us some more. I think I can even get you in the same cell you just left." "I'd better let you go now sheriff. I need to call George and make sure we're all set for this Friday night," he said, and rang off. That phone call from Deaton was just the thing for my spirits this morning, and damned if Shirley didn't have some even better news for me. Seemed a lawyer from over in the next county was out there and confused about two men he was supposed to pick up. I had her send him right on in. I met him at the door to my office and invited him on in. Somehow he was under the impression we were holding a couple of guys from his county. "Well, I'd like to help you out, but we've only got a few state prisoners in here right now." "But, I heard you picked up my clients yesterday on a misunderstanding over some cattle," he said. "Well I don't know how you could have since we didn't have any misunderstandings like that around here. Maybe you're in the wrong county." "No, I'm sure I'm at the right place, Sheriff." "Well I'm sure you're not. You get your ass right back across the county line now, or I'll find something to hold you on. I don't know what you're trying to pull, but you won't be the first lawyer I've held in my jail." I guess he caught on pretty quick-like there because he left right away. I couldn't feature what they thought they were up to, but it seemed like they were mighty anxious to have their boys back. It did make me sit up and notice though. Long as I was down in my office I started in on reading a few reports I had to sign off on and things kinda got away from me. Next time I looked up it was just at 2 PM and I was hungry. What the hell, I got in my car and drove out to the Dixie Maid again. The lunch rush was over and that sweet little Nancy was minding the counter again when I turned in my order. She smiled at me real big and took my order and then I took a chair to wait for my food. Nancy came over with my burgers in only a few minutes and she stood real close to me while she was setting 'em down. Of course my paw was handy to give her a little fondle on her ass, and she giggled when I did. "Do I look any older today sheriff?" she asked, and I noticed she made sure not to move her cute ass out from under my inspection. "Not a bit Nancy. You look cute as hell, but you don't look older." "Well I am. I'm sixteen today. Daddy bought me a new car too," she said. "Well I'll be. Sweet sixteen," I said, and since she was old enough I let my hand drop off her ass and slid it up under her skirt. Luckily it was loose enough for me to regain my hold on her buns up under it. "Yes sir, I'm sweet sixteen and never been kissed." "Now that's a shame girl. Let me eat my dinner and I'll see if I can't cure you of that ill, unless somebody you like better comes in before I finish. "Nobody comes in around this time, sheriff. I think I'll just shut the front door so's you can eat in private," she said. I'd known little Nancy since she was just a bitty baby, but she'd sure grown up nice looking so far. We'd always flirted around a little from the time her cute little titties got started. Seemed to me like she wanted to do more than flirt this afternoon, and I was all for it. I chowed down on my order pretty quick, and when she came over to freshen up my Coke I had a better idea. I stood up and put a good one on her when she got to my table and she was all for it. I took her hand and led her into the back dining room they never used during the day anyway. Soon enough we were kissing for real and out of sight of the rest of the place. I let my hands stray up to her cute titties while I kissed her for all she was worth. She nearly swooned when I slid my tongue into her mouth and she moaned in her throat when I got her blouse unbuttoned. The little stinker hadn't worn a bra to work today and when I got my hands on those cupcakes I worried the nipples up hard pretty fast. She was hugging me around the neck and pretty much going with the flow in only a few minutes, but she was a little short for this kind of fooling around. I scooted us over to one of the big tables for families to use around supper time, and I picked her up and set her little ass on it so I could get a better angle on things. Right before I set her on the table top I managed to flick her skirt out from under her bottom. When I lay her on back she naturally spread her legs so I could lean down on her, but I bypassed the kissing and went directly to sucking on her little nipples. Nancy was clearly flustered now, but my lip work on titties had always been good and I was taking her so fast she didn't really know what to do. I moved on up to kiss her lips while I maneuvered my legs out from between hers and she settled back to sucking on my tongue while I worked her skimpy panties down off her hips and off her. She made a little squirm when she felt she was bare down below, but I put my hand on her sparse bush and in minutes she was with the program again. Of course I found a hymen right away, but she was nice and slippery already so I fumbled loose my belt, pants, and zipper and then stepped between her legs again. By now she knew what she was about to get and she pulled me tighter to her and kissed harder while I put my dickhead right at her entrance. "Oh goody. You're going to do it to me aren't you?" "You got that right Nancy. You know all I was waiting on was for you to turn sixteen. It might hurt a little this first time, but if it does I'll do it better next time," I said, and then pushed my dick up her just a little. Her face showed a little grimace for a few seconds, but she didn't jerk her hips at all. She felt oh so sweet around my dickhead and I just had to push it on up her a little. I put my lips back to hers to keep things down to a dull roar while I let my dick climb on up her. It took a little back and forth work, and even when I hit bottom she was still tight around me, but she was game and she flexed her hips when I had it all the way up her. Damnation she was a tight little thing, but after five or six full strokes she was working with me. I backed off her lips and put my mouth back around a nipple. It had swelled more than I'd have thought it could, but when I nipped it with my teeth her arms locked around my neck and her legs wrapped around my pumping ass, and she went off like a roman candle. It took me three more strokes to let go inside her, but I gave it my best. Later, after we were dressed we sat up front with her in my lap. "Darla Faye told me you'd do me right, but I had no idea. Do you think it'll be all right for me to start taking piano lessons with her and Sarah Jean," Nancy asked. "You know you're welcome over to my house anytime you can get by little darling. Why, if you make it tomorrow night I can do you the second time and it should be a lot better," I said. Just then a customer came in and I said my goodbyes. It made my day to have such good service down here with my lunch. It put me in a good mood for the rest of the day and it also let me remember I needed to stop in at the camera shop where we'd picked up the digital cameras for the force. Delton Jenkins was johnny on the spot when I walked in. His cute little wife Janey was already helping someone else, but I was flirted out for a while anyway and actually I needed some help from Delton. Lucky for me he knew just what I needed as soon as I mentioned it. In fact he had more than I would have asked for. He had a special camera a lot like what I'd bought for myself before the City Council had sprung for cameras for my men. He had just the thing for taking pictures in low light situations and he even had one that would do moving pictures without the bother of film. It cost a pretty penny by the time I left with what I wanted, but I marked it off as something I was going to need big time in a couple of nights. It was close enough to quittin' time for me by the time I had all the cameras packed up in my prowl car and I headed straight home. Rita Kay had supper ready and the girls were helping her serve it as soon as I got to the table. After supper was over we sort of played around naked in the bedroom, but once it was good and dark I had them turn off all the lights and I practiced shooting pictures of them in the dark. ------- Chapter 9 It was only the first one really, but I now considered the nights without Millie to be family home nights. Just me, Rita Kay, Carla, and the girls and our quality time with my dick between their legs. With things cut back to only the four of them I pretty much wore them out, but they didn't complain. Of course Rita Kay wasn't going to complain about a thing. Her dearly departed had tried to keep her in line, but obviously he wasn't man enough for the job and the thing about it was Rita Kay didn't really want a lot of spankings or anything like that. All she needed was a man to line her out and make sure she did what he told her to. I did have another little chore for her this morning though. There was no sense in me bothering to wash myself in the shower when Rita Kay could be called into service and do such a nice job. I was up first, but all I had to do was give her naked ass a single swat and she was happy to get up and get us into the shower. She started my day off right with a nice blowjob and then she washed me clean as a whistle and headed for the kitchen as soon as she had me dry and a robe around her. Sarah Jean and Darla Faye were good girls too, and they were down to help their new mother fix Daddy's breakfast every day. Carla was the last to show up for breakfast, but she came in wearing nearly nothing and I let her slide on eye appeal alone. Before I left for the office I let them all know Nancy Wilson would be coming by for a little musical instruction with them this evening. "Oh, did she ask you about it yesterday," Darla Faye asked. "Yes. When I found out it was her birthday yesterday I gave her a good fucking down at the Dixie Maid, and I invited her to come take lessons with the rest of you. I can't wait to see all you women naked at the same time, especially with the way Millie acts so shy sometimes." I headed on out to the office and for once I planned on having an easy day. I knew I'd have my work cut out for me with the campout tonight, but I didn't care. I'd get a lot of enjoyment, what with Millie and Nancy over for the evening, and come to think of it Deaton would be camping out so Millie could stay the night and be ready for me to wake her up for a little round when I got in from my prowling later. I'd just got settled into my office desk chair with a fresh cup of coffee and the paper spread out when Shirley rang me saying I had a call from Monroe. "Sheriff, it's Monroe. A car come up and let a guy off just a few minutes ago. The one who he let out is trying to get that pickup started and he's being mighty sneaky about it. I figured I'd better call you before I went down to open the place up." "You done good Monroe. You and your woman just stay in the house and me and Jeffrey will come take care of things." By the time Jeffery and I got over that way the car that had let the guy out in the first place must have come back because they had both hoods up and a pair of jumper cables stretched between the car and the pickup. We had come in an unmarked car and both of us had changed into work clothes before we left. Luckily both of the two deputies from Broward County were in street clothes too. Jeffery drove us up to stop right behind the car that would start and we bailed out with our pistols in our hands. "Well good morning Custis. What brings you two over stealing in my county this morning." "We ain't stealing nothing, this is my truck and trailer," Custis said, and he wasn't in such a neighborly mood. "That's even better, cause it was confiscated in the middle of a cattle theft. You boys put your hands on the truck with your feet back and spread." "I ain't doing no such thing," Custis said. "Hell, that's all the better then. I'll just shoot your asses for trying to escape," I said, and made sure he saw my Glock was already pointing his way." Jeffery had slipped over beside them by now and when Custis opened his mouth to argue some more I nodded and Jeffery cold cocked him behind the ear and it put Custis out for a while. "Now dumbass, do you want a dose of the same or will you pay attention to your betters." "Just tell me what you want out of me Sheriff. I'll do just what you say." "That's good, cause if you try to slip away I'll just shoot your ass dead. I've got plans for Custis to spend a little time away from home. You can stay with him or you can die now. What's it gonna be?" "Well sir, I ain't been on the force over there but a couple of days, and I've already found out it ain't the kind of police work I was trained for in the army. I believe I'll just do whatever you say. I've seen a couple of dead men over in Iraq, and it didn't make me want to be one." Old Custis moved a little just then and damned if Jeffery didn't beat me to the kick up side his head. I looked the other young officer over then and made a snap decision. "If you've got MP training I hope you studied well on the part where you didn't actually see anything your superior officer said you didn't" "I don't want to brag about it none, but I learned all about those lessons." "Well how'd you like a good job in a decent department then? I need a couple of more men to help me out, and we don't do no cattle stealing over here in our county." "It sounds like a good deal to me sheriff, and I live in this county anyway." "Well good. Back our car around so's we can throw old Custis in the trunk while I go tell Monroe he can go ahead and open up." I walked around to Monroe's front door and Kathy let me in when I knocked. Monroe was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. I walked right up to him and slid him two hundreds off the roll in my pocket then I turned around and handed Kathy two of her own. "Monroe, you done just right this morning. You need to get that pickup in your shop and put a new vin tag on it. File off all the other places you can find on the frame and such and then sell it to some one or part it out. "There's also likely to be a need for a little pulling around late tonight or early in the morning too, so you'd better lay off the bottle until tomorrow at the earliest. And don't go bothering Kathy about the money I give her unless you want me to take that back from you and let her have it all." "Yes sir, Sheriff Jake. You done showed me the truth and the light about things like that. I'll be waiting all day for a call from you." "Not gonna be much need today, but tonight after midnight I might need you. There's one more of them high-life folks from the church doings might be losing his car." "I'll be waiting, Sheriff." "Good. Now as soon as we get outta here you can open up for the day. You and Kathy done a good job for me and you know I'll take care of you all I can." When I got back to the car my new man and Jeffery were standing around and they'd picked up everything in sight. I found out Bill Johnson owned the car him and Custis had come in so I asked him to follow us back to the office in it. When we got there Shirley said nobody had called about anything and I had her fill out the paperwork to get Bill Johnson on the payroll. "Write Bill a per diem check for two hundred miles on his car while you're at it. He had to use it this morning on a little dust up we had." Bill, Jeffery, and I headed back outside and took off again in the unmarked car with Custis in the back. Mose and Mose Jr were both out watching over the still when we got there, but they looked off into the woods when we dragged Custis in to join the other two we were holding out here. "Well boys, I brought you some company," I told them, when Jeffrey and Bill threw Custis down onto the floor with 'em and I lit a candle so they could see what was going on. "Damned if it ain't the son of a bitch what got us in trouble over here in the first place." "Yep, it was him for a fact. We caught him while he was trying to get his pickup and trailer. Seems like he was more worried about it than he was over where you two got off to. In fact he never even asked about you." "I ain't saying we're gonna hurt him or anything sheriff, but a couple of extra bruises won't hurt nothing will it?" the oldest one asked. "If that's all you want to do to him have at it, but I do want to point out a few things to you before we go. I guess you can see how good he's trussed up with those cuffs and leg irons tied together. And I don't suppose you can miss the way we got plenty of duct tape over his fat mouth. "Y'all will have to be careful not to get his nose pinched closed cause he'd smother to death quick if that was to happen. If he dies in here I'm gonna have to make the two of you take him back to the rear of the shaft here and throw him over into it, just to make sure there ain't no evidence or nothing." "We'll be sure not to touch him sheriff, but we can't swear he won't roll over on his nose or nothing." "You two may be smarter than I thought. This cow stealing matter is just about wound up now. Custis is the only thing on my mind to get to finish it up. You've been pretty good out here. I'm gonna make sure you get double meals from here on out," I told them, and then we shut the door back up after I left them six more candles. I stopped by to talk to Mose and Mose Jr on the way out and asked Jr if he wanted to come to town and pick out a pickup for his use around the place and on deliveries. He was floored and then declared he was ready to go. ------- Chapter 10 We headed back into town and at the office I had Mose Jr sit around while I changed back into my uniform and left Jeffery doing the same. I sent Bill Johnson over to the shop we used to get him a set of uniforms and then me and Mose Jr went to see Calvin Jackson at his car lot. Calvin was no more and no less honest than any small town second hand car dealer, but he was a good place to start looking for a used pickup. He had just what we needed too. It was an old 1976 Chevy short wide bed four-wheel drive. Since it was around at the back of his lot I knew there was something wrong with it from the get go. After a little talk with Calvin I got the story. He'd bought the truck since it looked so good, even if it was a little on the old side. For once though Calvin had taken a fucking. The motor hadn't lasted twenty miles before a connecting rod made its way out of the block. He didn't even want to talk about selling it since he knew he could get Monroe to put a cheap shit motor in it and palm it off on someone. After a little talking I made a deal with him and no doubt I paid more for the truck then anyone else would have given for it with no motor. I thought I'd come out all right though and I was going to send it to the same place to have a new motor installed. Only I wasn't going to let Monroe put in just any old piece of shit he could find. Mose Jr and me waited around while Monroe came by to pick the thing up and I had a word with Monroe when he had it hitched up to his wrecker. "This ain't a fix up for a quick sale Monroe. I want you to go straight to the Chivalay place and buy a brand new block and heads for this 'en. Mose Jr is gonna need it fixed up right. When you get the engine in it I want you to make sure the transfer case is in good shape too. If it ain't, go ahead and order a new one. Be sure and check out the differentials too." Monroe promised he'd get it up and running fine and I decided to go ahead and have him put on a good bumper winch too. It would take a little welding to get a good bumper for it, but I knew Monroe could deal with Jim Williams to get that done. Mose Jr wasn't a bit put out by having to wait for the truck to be fixed up right. It was an older model, but then again he wouldn't have none of that new computer shit on the engine to always be fucking with either. I ran him on back out to the still where his daddy was and then I headed home to get a nap since I knew I'd be up late tonight. Rita Kay and Carla were happy to see me and they whipped up some lunch pretty fast. When I told them I'd be napping as soon as I finished eating they both squealed and sat down to try and make sure I got full fast. "What's the big occasion for an afternoon sleep in," Carla asked. "Well you know Millie's coming by for the lessons tonight, and I thought I'd go ahead and get started fucking you two so I could spend some quality time tonight with Millie and the girls. Don't forget Nancy Wilson will be stopping in for a lesson too.' "I can barely wait to see you plowing her new row," Carla said. "Well you won't have to wait long after she gets here, but now that I've got lunch out of the way I think I'll take you two upstairs and get warmed up for tonight's festivities." When we were in the bed naked upstairs Carla still howled like I was killing her when I shoved it up her ass. She whimpered so I just had to corn hole her again when my dick came back up to snuff. She bawled even louder about it this time and I was catching on she was howling so loud because she knew it fired me up. Whether she was egging me on or really suffering didn't matter though. It kept me excited and I gave Rita Kay a dose up her ass next. What they were really doing was getting me hot for when Millie would show up. She had the real pushing cushion on the backside and I was ready for some of her ass already. They had me fucked out for the minute though so I snuggled down between 'em and took a little nap. I turned over when they both got up, but went right back to sleep. I guess it was a little after three PM when somebody else climbed into bed with me and I was surprised when I opened my eyes to find Nancy naked and snuggling up against me. "Well hello there, little cutie. How'd you get here so quick?" I asked, just before I took one or her nipples in my mouth. "I have a sort of work study deal at school. I have extra classes in the morning and it lets me go to work at the Dixie Maid in the afternoon. I told Daddy and Mama about my new piano lessons, and they were so happy I was learning it they let me off and Mama came down to watch the place." "They want you to learn the piano?" "Yeh, they think I'll be able to take over at church in a couple of years. They might not be so receptive to my lessons if they knew I was mostly here to learn to play slobber blues on your meat flute," she said, and giggled. "You sure are a sassy little thing, but I like it fine. I hate to disappoint you on the flute lessons though. I'm gonna concentrate on your cooter for the first three or four weeks," I said, and then I pushed my mouth onto hers and slid a hand down into her whisker biscuit. Nancy was hot as a pistol in seconds, and I rolled over onto my back and pulled her aboard for a cowgirl ride. She fucked herself out in no time so I rolled her below me and climbed between her slim thighs for a real ride. She was in a daze by the time I blew my load up her. I called for Carla to come in and keep Nancy company while I got up. After I had a little snack at the table Sarah Jean and Darla Faye came home from school. I got up to give 'em both a welcome home fondle and damned if Millie didn't come up to get the lessons started right then. She was feeling her oats too. "That damned Deaton thought I was going to cook his supper tonight. I told him it was my night to give your girls piano lessons. I don't know what came over me, but when he started trying to bitch about it I remembered what you said. I told him he could fix his own supper or I could call down to the jail and have them pick him up for supper." "As I walked out the door I reminded him to make sure the dishes were washed and the kitchen was clean before I got home." I was proud of myself for helping put some backbone in Millie, and I pulled her down into my lap on the couch and told her she'd done the right thing. The real truth was she'd worn a skirt considerably shorter than I'd ever seen on her and the thin blouse she had on was obviously all there was between my hands and her titties. When I got it off her they looked even more spectacular than last time. I was ready to get started on her big beautiful ass, but I had to restrain myself after a little nipple sucking and a fast fingerfuck. She had three girls to get started on piano lessons and Rita Kay had showed a little interest last time too, so after I helped her get her cookies with the finger action I swatted her big ass and put her to work. Carla let me know we were going to have to get another piano pretty quickly since she went over to watch closely when the lessons started. I mostly watched for the first three hours and then I let the girls practice while I took Millie out for a spin. I carried her up to the bedroom later and we helped each other get naked. She looked so good in her new wardrobe and then out of it that I decided to do her right. I spent nearly half an hour sucking and kissing on her nipples while a hand fiddled a tune on her clitty and then I climbed aboard between her legs and gave her a down home style fucking. It was just great and her tight pussy surprised me again. She was crying and babbling my name pretty quick and then I hooked my arms behind her knees and pulled them up so I could really poke it up her. I knew it was the best fuck Millie had ever had and by the time I made a deposit in her hairy little bank she was screaming out her comes every couple of minutes. We kissed and cuddled a little before I got up and decided I'd need another little meal before I started on my nighttime rounds. "I guess I might as well get dressed and get on home to Deaton," Millie said, as I started moving around. "There's no need for that Millie. Deaton is supposed to be helping George Kershaw with that Boy Scout campout tonight." "I thought so too, but before I left he said he'd managed to get out of it," Millie said. "Don't you worry about a thing Millie. You just stay here and help the girls with their lessons. I'm going to go have a word with Deaton and I doubt he'll be fit for anything once I've had my say." All the way over to Deaton's house I got madder and madder as I went. I'd let him know in no uncertain terms he was supposed to be at that campout. When I got out to his house I parked my car and walked right up to his front door. When I rang the bell Deaton came right to the door. "Why ain't you at the campout Deaton?" "Why sheriff, I was feeling a little poorly so I talked John Kendal into taking my place," he said, and I could see him about to shit his pants over things now that he was facing me. It was too late for the lying asshole to make amends with me though. I grabbed him by the shirtfront, pushed his back up against the wall and kneed him in the balls as hard as I could. When I let him go he fell to the ground and I gave him a good kicking. After he left off puking his guts out I dragged him into his front yard and duct taped his mouth good before putting cuffs and leg irons on him and stuffing him in the back of my car. I had plans for Deaton, but I knew I was too mad at his sassy ass to put them in motion now. First, I was going to take care of the campout and then I'd worry about his dumb ass. ------- Chapter 11 I drove on out near where the campout was supposed to be. I hoped against hope John Kendal was going to be controllable. I hadn't seen him in any of the pictures I'd taken of the peepers and really didn't know much about him. My worries were over when I slipped unnoticed into my spot. Apparently Kendal had started early on his beer drinking and he was already in his sleeping bag and sawing logs. The campout was a little smaller than I'd expected, but that would be helpful for me in the long run and I'd come to the scene just at the right time. Someone had put a small CD player to work and it had just started in on one of the country slow songs like you've heard in so many strip clubs. Carol Kershaw was starting her first number I guess and George was sitting out as if watching her while what he was really up to was obvious. There were two young scouts with him and while Carol was putting on a show George was already fondling the boys on either side of him. I got a few good pictures of him rubbing on the boy's goobers, but I made sure to get plenty of Carol as she dropped one piece of clothing and then the next. She was a looker and a half and when she let go of her bra I was doing a little goober rubbing myself, but it was on my own goober. By the time Carol was down to nothing but a small thong she had increased the shaking of her ass and George had both the boy's dicks out and he had one in each hand. The song switched about then and one with a little better tempo came on. Carol was shaking it faster now and then she slipped off the thong and started giving us a real show bumping and grinding her landing strip trimmed beaver. I don't know where George had found her, but she was a hot number and she was doing a professional job with her act. I don't mind saying I was enjoying the show, but I was working overtime switching from shots of Carol at work and then George at play. Finally he made the move I needed though. He started sucking one of the boy's dicks and I got good shots of the whole deal. I let him finish the one boy off and get started on the other one. I decided I had enough when I caught him inhaling the second boys dick so I stood up, pulled out my Glock, and walked to the fire they had going. I read George the riot act and cuffed him pretty quick. Neither boy was twelve yet and so they were scared shitless. After George was latched down I managed to capture Carol before she had enough of her clothes back on to matter. I let her finish up and then led her back to her car. "I could probably get you at least a year or two in jail for this, but mostly I'm interested in getting your husband. Make up your mind now if you want a trial and the whole ball of wax or if you'd rather work off your crime to me." "I knew this was too good to last the way that pervert was taking chances. How long do you think I'll need to pay off my crime," Carol said. "That all depends on you. I can probably get by with just a little pussy from you a time or two if you're all that anxious to go. Then again, I can probably get you pretty well set up for a stay in our town." "I sure didn't leave nothing in Dallas when old George took a fancy to me where I was dancing. I like living in that nice big house with him." "Well I can probably fix it where you'll stay in the house, but this dancing for young boys has got to stop, and you can't be running no cat house there either." "That's the reason I was so happy when George came sniffing around me in Dallas. I wasn't making enough money just stripping and he got me out of there before I had to turn any tricks. Still, it wasn't exactly a marriage made in heaven." "Well if you've got the stomach for it George will probably have an accident out here in just a little bit. Of course you could end up dead if you try to double cross me." "Hell, there ain't much chance of that. I never like to get things too complicated, especially when there's a sheriff with a pistol involved. Why don't I go sit in the car and make sure I don't see what goes on out here." I let her go and do what she needed to do then and went back over to talk to the boys. I had them settled down in a minute or two. They were brothers from some farm pretty far from town. Both of them said they knew how to drive, but neither one of them had a license. I woke up John Kendal then and told him what was going on. He turned out to be another farmer and he was mad as hell over what George had got up to after I told him what it was. "I swear I didn't have no idea what the slimy bastard was up to with these young kids Sheriff. I got a boy of my own a couple of years younger. I'm only on this camp out because Deaton Richardson paid me two hundred buck to take his place. If you'd run the boys back home I'd like to have a talk with George." "Ain't no need for that John. I'm pretty sure George's car has a leaking fuel line. I think you should take the boys home in a minute. I think I found five hundred bucks for a man who knows how to keep his mouth shut, and a couple of hundred each for two boys who wasn't never on no campout." The boys and John packed up everything they'd brought including George's stuff and hit the trail. George was pissing and moaning about going to jail, but when I twisted his neck he quit all his worrying. I stuffed his body into his car, crawled under it with a pair of pliers and a flashlight, and by the time I was back out from under it there was a good puddle of gas forming under there. I walked over to the fire, which had a few sticks still burning, and put two and two together. Damn that thing burned up fast. While George's dead ass was burning I went over to talk to Carol again. "Looks like George got drunk and burned himself up in a camp fire. You go on home and forget you was ever here. After someone discovers the tragedy tomorrow I'll come out to your house and give you the sad news. I've got a good in with the District Attorney and I'm sure we'll all come out smelling like a rose over this," I told her, and she left. I walked over to my car and left too. I did make a spin by the still and found old Mose sleeping and half ass keeping an eye on his latest batch. He helped me get Deaton back in the room with the others. Custis looked like he was dead already and I warned the other two not to let nothing like that happen to Deaton. I also taped his eyes shut and told them not to do any talking around him. I was just about beat by the time I got home. I found a big surprise in the living room though. There were blankets and comforters scattered all over the floor and most of the furniture had been moved out of the way. All the girls and women were asleep in a big pile on the floor and there were pillows scattered around everywhere. The only gal missing was Nancy and she'd gone home for the night. I'd intended to just get right to bed, but since all the women were sleeping naked I figured they had plans for my return so I woke them up. I got kisses and hugs aplenty, then Sarah Jean and Darla Faye started helping me out of my clothes while Rita Kay, Carla, and Millie cooked me a late night snack. I cleaned my plate like a good boy and then got down to my chores with Sarah Jean first and Darla Faye next before I got down to plowing the back doors of the three grown women. ------- Chapter 12 I slept in a little late the next morning, but it was Saturday and not a real day at work for me. Even thought I knew I'd have to take a little time to see if I needed to get to looking for George out where I knew damned well he was. The rest of my brood were already awake too, but they'd left Millie to watch over my remains when I woke. She started me out with a pretty damned good blowjob before she let me up to go shower and dress. By the time I was back down to the kitchen there was a pile of breakfast waiting for me. I cleaned it up pronto, gave all my girls a goodbye kissing and fondle, and then went out to my car to head to the office. Apparently no one had noticed the fire marking the last resting place of George Kershaw. I went back to my office and called Carol on my cell phone. "Hello," she said, after she picked up the phone. "No big deal cutie, but you'd better call in my office and ask to speak to me," I told her, and then we hung up. Ten minutes later Shirley paged me and had me pick up the phone. Carol was using her head and kept her call in an official business tone. "Sheriff this is Carol Kershaw. My husband was out on a campout with a couple of local boys last night and he hasn't returned." "Well, maybe they're just still having fun. Just in case we'll check things out to be sure. Don't worry about a thing Mrs Kershaw," I said, and then hung up again. I'd have thought someone would have at least smelled the smoke and done some poking around and I hadn't quite decided how I was going to handle things. I did need to go out and tell Shirley to get started on some missing person papers though. I walked out to her desk, but the cure to my ills came walking in the door as I did. Apparently George had let out some of his land for deer hunting leases. A great white hunter from out near Dallas had come in to report the burnt up car he found while he was scouting around in his lease looking for a place to put up a deer stand. He was upset because he told us he thought there had been a body in the car when it burnt up. "You haven't touched anything at the crime scene have you?" I asked. "No sir, I haven't, but my dogs found it first and I'm afraid they did stir up some of the bones in the car," he said. "Dogs. You do know it ain't legal to hunt deer with dogs in Texas don't you," I said, meanwhile I was ready to kiss him on the mouth. "Well yes sir I did. But I wasn't hunting on this trip. I was just down here trying to look for sign and maybe find a place to put up a stand. The dogs ain't trained to look for deer or nothing. They're actually guard dogs and I was just letting them have a run while I was down here," he said. "Well that's more like it. I like a man who takes good care of his dogs. Would you have time to show me where you found this car?" I asked. "I'd be glad to Sheriff." When it rains it pours, and thankfully it was about to open up and pour right now. We'd just made it outside when the sky opened up and provided a track washing out turd floater. My Dallas informer was raring to go though so he jumped into his nice new four-wheel drive pickup and headed out with me following him. It was raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock all the way back into the woods where George was waiting and it was still coming down when the guy got out to show me the car which I couldn't have missed even if I hadn't known exactly where it had been parked. I put on a slicker and got out to look around and the guy got out to help me look I guess. Even though I knew exactly who it was I found the vin number and wrote it down, putting the little notebook right back in my slicker pocket. One thing I noticed right away was George had bought himself a tinderbox on wheels. That fire had really done a number on him. All the meat had boiled off his bones and gone up in smoke I guess and the hunter's dogs had scattered old George out pretty good. In short it was the kind of fucked up crime scene a department that was really looking for clues would hate. It suited me fine though, perfect in fact. After a few minutes looking around I thanked the guy from Dallas and took my ass back to town. It didn't take Shirley ten minutes to find out who the vin number belonged to. I told her I'd go and inform the widow Kershaw and went back to my office to call the coroner. "Dr Jeb," I said, when he picked up the phone." "Is that you Jake?" "Yep, it's me, and I've got some sad news for you. It looks to me like George Kershaw burned himself up in his car last night. No, I don't have any idea why he was out on some of his land and I don't know how in hell he got his car afire with his dumb ass in it. "One of those hunters from Dallas he leases land to found him and the guy had a couple of dogs with him. The dogs actually found George first and I'm afraid they scattered his bones some before the owner saw what they were fooling with and made 'em quit." "So in other words you've got a crime scene for me to look at and most of the county has already been out there looking around." "Not exactly, but my guess is you'll need the experts from two or three of those TV shows to help you figure out old George was out in the woods drunk and burned himself up." "Shit. Can you come get me and run me out there?" "I'll be there in ten minutes." When I got to his house Dr Jeb came outside with his slicker on, and it was a good thing cause it seemed the sky was making up for the little spot of drought we'd been having so far this summer. Jeb wasn't in a good mood and he allowed on the way out his rheumatism had started playing hell since about ten minutes before the bottom fell out this morning. "I hope this ain't too complicated. I was about to have a little toddy to help me along with my suffering just before you called. It's sitting on the kitchen cabinet and I want to get back to it as quick as I can." Of course the crime scene was even a bigger shitty mess when we got there. We had to wade up to George's car and Dr Jeb started cussing right away. "Of all the damned times to get drunk and burn yourself up this asshole had to pick last night. We might as well go back to town and call Monroe out to pick up this mess. There ain't a dammed thing I can figure out about what went on at this late date. At least tell Monroe to try and pick up any bones he recognizes and put 'em in a plastic bag or something," he said. When we got back in my car I reached under the seat for a quart of white lightning and handed it to the doctor. He looked at it suspicious like at first then opened the lid and took a good snort, passing the jar back to me. I took a bite my self and then put the lid back on and laid the bottle back in the seat. "I'm damned glad of one thing I found out today," Dr Jeb said. "What's that?" "I think I know now who's taken over Billy Joe Stephens whiskey business and boy howdy do I approve. Mose always could make better whiskey without Billy Joe acting like he was running the show. That stuff's got my aching bones feeling better already. I believe I'd better have one more dose before I get back to the house." "Hell fire Dr Jeb. Keep that quart and I'll have Mose Jr stop by with a full case for you in the next day or so," I said. "You know sheriff, things have been better all over this county since you got the job," he said, and took another snort. I let Dr Jeb out near his back door and called Monroe to give him his marching orders while I was on the way over to inform the widow Kershaw she was a widow. I pulled up in her driveway and walked to the front entrance. Luckily the rain had let up for a while. She let me in the front door and she was already dressed in her widow's weeds, sorta. She had on a black negligee and it was so sheer I could see everything she had to offer, and I sure got the hint she was offering it. "Mrs Kershaw, it's my duty to inform you we've found your husband's car out in the woods burnt to a crisp, and we found human remains in the front seat. Unfortunately we haven't been able to determine the identity of the remains yet." "Oh, what a tragedy. What am I, a defenseless woman, to do?" "Well my first guess would be you need a strong man to look after your interest, and I'm here to volunteer." "That saves a lot of worry for me sheriff. Why don't you come on into the parlor and we can talk about it for a while." I followed her fantastic ass into what she called the parlor, but it was anything but. The room had a small stage with one of those dancer's poles in the middle and in seconds she was up on it with some music playing and all her assets moving at once. It reminded me of one of those fancy strip clubs where you could sit right near the dancer, but her act was better than anyone I'd ever seen in any club I could afford to visit. There was a lot to be said for her costume too. She wasn't up there bare assed, she was covered by the black negligee from up around her neck to down nearly half way to her knees, but covered was a relative term. The gown was so sheer I could see everything while it wiggled and wobbled, and the way she could dance and swing around that pole was a caution. There was another treat to getting a private show like this one. After the second song was going good I started off with my own clothes and when I did Carol Kershaw got rid of the wisp of silk she was wearing. I guess it was anybody's dream to be at a strip show and just hop up on stage and fuck the stripper on the floor, and I got my wish come true that day, several times. Carol was on her knees with her mouth latched around my dick as soon as I got my naked ass up there with her. She slobbered over my pole until I was about to waste a load. Before you know it I was down on the floor with her and I rolled her to her back and put the meat in motion. She claimed she'd never done tricks before, but someone had taught her to move that bugger around a dick no matter which direction it was coming from. I had her on her knees and was giving it to her dog style at the last. She had long black hair and I had two hands full like I was reining a good horse. It had just crossed my mind to give it to her up the ass when I thought better of it and really plowed it home up her cooter and gave her a reach around deluxe. She got her cookies just before I did, and after I gave her the hosing she deserved I collapsed onto her back pinning her to the dance floor. The dance floor had been inspiring, but it didn't leave much comfort for cuddling. When I had my wind back I picked her up in my arms and had her give me directions to her bedroom. She looked so hot on the way there with her titties jiggling with every stair step I climbed that I wanted to fuck her again when we got to the bed. I didn't though, because she had the bed I'd been looking for. Hell it was nearly twice the size of the one I owned and I'd thought all along I had the biggest one made. I stripped back the covers and put her in the middle and then covered her back up. "Are you going to leave me here all alone?" she asked, after I left and came back to put on my clothes. "Only for a little while. I've got a few more women at home I need to fill up this bed with. I'll be back in an hour or so. You just rest while I go and get you some help," I said, and when I had my clothes back on I left. ------- Chapter 13 I made my way back to the station and it was just past one pm. There was nothing needing my attention so I decided to take the rest of the day off. Ordinarily I had all of Saturday off, but I hadn't been bothered by my morning's duties today. When I got home Millie was fitting in so well I was afraid things were looking bad for Deaton. Apparently he just couldn't cope with the fact I had him by the balls. I thought I could change his mind on that score, but my next thought was whether I wanted to. "Ok girls, gather round. Poor Carol Kershaw lost her husband last night and I'm thinking we should go over and provide a little comfort for her." "Ha, I'll bet you've already provided some comfort," Rita Kay said. "Well I might have shared a little of the one eyed snake for her benefit, but you all know a gal can't live by dick alone, and I don't even think she was getting any while old George was alive. I want y'all to get dressed for a little visiting and go over and introduce yourselves." "Maybe we can practice over there. I've heard that big house had a real music room and a grand piano," Millie said. "See there, you'll all have a nice time, so get going. Be sure to get Carol to give you a tour of the whole house while you're there." "Poor Nancy, she was all set to practice today and her mother wouldn't let her come over. She said she was feeling too tired to work today and she made Nancy go," Darla Faye said. "I'll go by the Dixie Maid and give old man Wilson a talk. I'll bet he can get his wife to come in and do her duty." I went by all right and Nancy fixed up my order real quick like. Not only was her Mom not feeling ill, she was at the First Church of the Nazarene gossiping and her Daddy was off somewhere too. I made myself at home and watched her while she cooked my lunch. It didn't take me five minutes to see their overhead extinguisher hood wasn't up to the new code. I called the county Fire Marshal over to ask about it while I sat down to eat. The Fire Marshal's job went along with being the Fire Chief, and Jimbo Hotchkiss was over to look around before I finished my onion rings. Daddy Wilson came back inside a few minutes later and he was just in time to get the bad news. Now Jimbo was all fired up to shut the Dixie Maid down until the new equipment was in place, but I explained to him how we'd be looking for a new fire chief if the Dixie Maid wasn't open for business next time I came looking for a couple of burgers. Jimbo tried to give me a little lip about it and I told him I happened to know every member of the town council and I figured I could have an emergency meeting called in about ten minutes if he really wanted to go to the mat over this thing. He wrote Mr Wilson a citation, but I knew as well as anyone it wasn't worth a shit without a legal order backing it up, and I explained that to Mr Wilson. Mr Wilson was thanking me for the information and the help until I explained another fact of life to him. Our town had an ordinance that prevented him from leaving underage children down there in charge of a business alone. "Now I've noticed her in here by herself several times, Mr Wilson. I'm prepared to let bygones be bygones, but I know good and well your wife is down at the church gossiping and keeping Nancy from the piano lessons I've arranged for her to have. "You can haul your old lady's fat ass out of church to watch the place or I can go and get the rest of the details taken care of to have you shut down until you get your fire equipment fixed up." Mr Wilson let me know he hadn't been aware Nancy was missing her piano lessons and she was free to go on now and he'd watch the place until his wife got back. I walked out with Nancy and told her of the new place we'd be meeting for the lessons. She goosed my balls just a little as she sat down in her car and then took off. I didn't know whether Wilson was mad or glad about the way things had turned out, but then again I didn't give a shit. I took a ride out by the cave where Mose was watching the still. Mose Jr was there with him and they'd come by in Mose's old pickup. It was a 1948 Chevy five window model. "When Monroe gets Jr's truck ready I want you to take yours to him Mose. I can see it could use a little fixing up of its own." Mose was happy enough with the idea and I left the two in peace and went to check on my prisoners. I called the two from the other county out and removed all their cuffs then explained where the dead officer and old Deaton needed to go. "But that Deaton is still alive sheriff," one of them said. "Well I guess you two will just have to stay down here until he dies of natural causes. Somebody needs to watch over him til he dies and is taken care of. You boys sure you want to come to work in my department?" They both said they did, so I told them to get rid of Deaton and Custis and get ready to leave. The one that usually did the talking asked if they could stay until their next meal and I told them it would be fine, then I asked about any family they might have. "Ain't neither one of us got family. We was living in a shack the sheriff over there provided and it weren't much to speak of." "Well don't worry about it then. I'll let you use one of the departments pickups to go get your things around midnight. I've got a nice little two bedroom brick in town you can live in until I see how well you're gonna work out. I'll send a man out to pick you up in a couple of hours. He'll bring you to the house and y'all just wait there for the pickup to get there." They agreed it sounded fine to them and I left. I made it back over to Carol Kershaw's house and found a warm welcome. Apparently Nancy had taken the girls back over to my house for a few things and when I knocked on the door Carol met me at it in another skimpy outfit. It was just the start of a long day for me. Once I saw the situation I called in and gave instructions for the care and feeding of my two newly hired murderers and then I really did take the rest of the day off. Things went so well over at Carol's house it turned into a fuckover. I was happy to see all my girls, including Nancy and Carol fit nicely in the big bed. Hell, I liked the place and I was thinking about moving in. I woke with a brainstorm the next morning and thank goodness my boner hadn't let me down. I'd been snuggled up to young Nancy's horny little ass and I gave her an eye opener just after seven am. It let me wake up in plenty of time for my next move up in the world. I let little Nancy rest from the plowing I'd just given her snug and slick little sheath, but I roused the others out of the big bed by pinching every titty I could find. I set them to working on breakfast, all except Sarah Jean, and she and I headed over to my house to get my Sunday go to meeting get up. I had her get hers and Darla Faye's Sunday clothes too while we were at it. We had a good breakfast when we got back and I sent the others out for their Sunday clothes while I gave Sarah Jean a good fucking during the wait. I even called Mr Wilson and let him know Nancy would be visiting our church this morning. I wondered what Mr Wilson had to be thinking about my new interest in his daughter about now. He seemed excited about me going to church when I talked to him though. No doubt he knew, like every other person in town that I didn't darken the church's doors often. Old George had always been one to make a good showing at church and other social events and I knew for a fact he'd bought a used limo just for the show off factor. There was plenty of room for all of us in it and we made our way to the First Baptist Church for the morning service. Of course we had tongues wagging when we showed up. Of course Millie was an old hand at the place, but the rest of us were kinda newbies there. Carol had made an appearance before, but usually it had only been George showing up of a Sunday morning. We presented a problem for the ushers though. Even though we were fairly early for the service it would be hard to seat us together, what with the places they were saving for other arrivals who would be coming later. The head usher came over to talk to me about the details and I pointed out the choice front row section on the left side that was completely vacant. He explained about that row being reserved for Hollister Banyon, the banker. "That row is always reserved for Mr Banyon." "Well I have a little news for you. From now on that row will be reserved for Mr Jake Logan -- County Sheriff. If it isn't I'll have six deputies down here to mark this whole church off as a crime scene and we'll send everybody home," I said, and whipped out my cell phone to call the office in case I needed a little Sunday morning backup. The usher allowed it seemed he'd been mistaken after all and he led us on down to be seated. I don't know where Mr Hollister Banyon sat that day. We were all enjoying singing the first hymn when another thought came to me. When the preacher called the ushers forward to take up the offering I hopped right up and went along with 'em. There was a little confusion until I gave that same usher I'd already had words with a little smile, and then there I was leading the show. It just so happened this was the first Sunday of the month and we got quite a showing in the donation department. After we were in the back with all the collection plates gathered together we had another change in plans. Apparently the normal thing was for the head usher, the one who'd been so helpful for me already today, to take all the collection plates into the office. I let him get them stacked up and then followed right along with him. Much to my surprise there were four men waiting for the plates to be delivered and none of them were in their Sunday best. They were very indignant until I showed them my Glock really was in a shoulder holster and I explained I really would shoot their asses if they didn't sit down with their arms behind the backs of the straight back chairs scattered around the counting up table. I whipped my cell phone out and really did call in for some backup this time. Two officers came around with the extra handcuffs I'd told them to bring. Soon enough we had the head usher and the four men in the counting room settled in with their cuffs on. I left the two officers in charge and told them to cuff anyone else who came into the counting room and hold them all until I got back. I returned to the auditorium then and went back to my place at my new pew. The rest of the service went as expected and the preacher was out to meet and greet as everyone left. It didn't take much manuvering for my bunch to be last in line leaving the festivities. The preacher was oh so glad we'd come by, but he didn't know us from Adam's off ox of course since he was a quick replacement sent to fill in for the last preacher who was still dead. I introduced myself more formally to the replacement and suggested he come with me to the office where the donations were being counted. He tried to decline, but a gentle hand around his wrist worked almost as well as my Glock had with the others. I led the replacement preacher and my little brood to the counting office and what a surprise. No one else had come along to help with the money counting. I set the girls to work counting the money while the two officers and I started asking questions. Of course I did most of the asking and the officers only slapped a head or two when answers weren't forthcoming fast enough. Lo and behold this was a counting crew sent out by the Church Council and none of them, except the head usher, had anything to do with our town. In fact the head usher, who was a local resident, had quite a lot to say about the way the money had been counted since the last preacher arrived. In fact he had a lot to say about what he didn't know about how the money was counted. This new procedure was put into place when the emergency stand-in preacher arrived. That was enough for me to hear and I made another call on my cell phone. This one was for a paddy wagon. We spent the time until it arrived stripping the preacher and the four counters down to their drawers. Just before we loaded the prisoners up I secured their mouths with duct tape to keep them from getting any lies straight. I sent the head usher home and took the preacher and the counters off to jail. We had to rearrange a few prisoners when we got there, but we managed to get each of our new found guests a separate cell. Of course we left the cuffs on them so they couldn't take the tape off thier mouths. No sense letting them talk until I had time to interview them in private, tomorrow, or the next day at the latest. ------- Chapter 14 With the drudgery of duty well performed out of the way I took the girls back to Carol's house and then learned we'd have to go to my house to pick up the makings for Sunday dinner. Hell, if it was food fetching I was all for it and we even went in the limo since it was the only car which would accomodate all of us. George's car would have let us all go at once also, but unfortunately it was still burnt up and would remain that way. There was a little confusion at home, since Carol couldn't provide any information on what was available at George's former home for cooking. It wasn't one of her skills, although she said she'd like to learn. We ended up taking two cars back to Carol's house. Most of the cooking materials and supplies were loaded into my prowl cruiser and the girls rode back in the limo with Millie driving. Once we were all at Carol's house the cooking commenced and I was left to my own devices. Hell, I found a nice comfortable recliner and took a nap. They woke me about two hours later and we had a real live Sunday dinner. They had cooked a big roast, along with mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, green beans, sweet potatoes, and corn bread. I ate so much I needed another short nap after I was done. After dinner and my nap the girls all gave a little recital showing off what they'd learned on the piano so far and then we all settled down for a little slap and tickle before Nancy had to go home. After she left we adjourned to the bedroom and the giant bed. There was plenty of room for everyone to get a good fucking and then plenty to sleep until breakfast time. The girls and Rita Kay had to get up early the next morning so they could go back to my house and get off to school in time. Millie needed to get on home too. I told her to call in about mid-morning to report Deaton missing. "Oh. I thought you were holding him somewhere," she said. "I'm so sorry Millie, but he didn't make it and we'll need to report him as missing and not seen after he left with George for the camping trip," I said. "You mean I'm rid of the asshole?" "I do mean that." "What a wonderful day," she said, and took off for home. "I don't guess I need to do anything else for George do I?" Carol asked. "No dear, but come to think of it, you could give me one last shot of pussy before I start the weekly grind." Carol and I returned to the bedroom where I took off my uniform again and gave her a good nailing to the mattress. I pulled into my office only about half an hour later. Shirley said Tom had called and requested I call him back, so I went into my office and did. He wanted to come over and talk so I said I'd be there. "Hey Jake, I hear you went to church yesterday," Tom said, as he entered. "Yep, and I think it's a good thing I did. Did you know the Baptist Council sent some offering counters out with the temporary preacher they sent to take care of the services." "No, I didn't, and I'm pretty sure it isn't standard procedure. You know I always went to that church and I was a deacon there once myself. The council has never been involved in the money counting before." "After I threw them all in jail yesterday I had the money counted by neutral parties. I had the count compared to the figures from the past two weeks the same emergency preacher had been there and then I compared those totals to the previous counts. "Ever since the out-of-town bunch has been counting the money the take has been about severty-five percent less." "Well something is going on and I doubt it can be traced back to the council, but I'll bet they don't have anything to do with it. I'll get on the phone with them as soon as we get finished here." "You got something you need to talk about?" I asked. "I thought you might want to share what you know about the aborted campout." "I guess it won't hurt to clue you in. I did a little poking around at the campout and found George Kershaw out there having his wife give the two boys a strip show while he played with their dicks. "It was my intention for Deaton Richardson to be present, but he fucked around and skipped out on the deal. He hired another guy to take his place. "Anyway, when I stopped the party I sent the other guy home and had him take the boys. I didn't think the town needed any more of this shit going around so I broke George's neck, threw him in his car, loosened the line from the fuel tank, and burned him up in it." "Well I'll be damned. I guess you made sure to clean up the signs of your presence." "No, to tell the truth I had Deaton bound and gagged in the back of my prowl car and I was in a hurry to get him stashed out in the cave where Billy Joe Stephens had his still. I've got Mose and Mose Jr running the still full time now, and at the time I had two deputies from the next county locked up in it." "You can't cut me off there, Jake. Tell me the rest of the story." "Ok, I will. I turned the two deputies from the next county to work for me, but I left them in the unofficial lockup to watch over Deaton. I left him bound and gagged there with them, but the next day I had them do away with his sorry ass too." "The turd floater that came around Saturday morning cleaned up everything around the camp out, and I took Doctor Jeb out there to declare George dead." "What about Deaton's body?" "I got a little off track there. It's down in the end of the cave with a couple of others." "See if you can get it back. I'll talk to Jeb about it, and if you can get Deaton's body burnt up too we'll just say it was in the car with George. Jeb will make it all fit together." "Hell, that might work. Everyone thought Deaton was going to be on the campout too. Let me get to work." Tom left shaking my hand and slapping me on the back and I went over to the house I'd moved the deputities into. Gregg and Clem were their names and after a little powwow they said they'd dig Deaton out, burn him up good, and deliver the bones to the coroner's house in a plastic bag. As far as that went I hadn't thought Doc Jeb was all that closed mouth in the first place, but if Tom vouched for him he was gold with me. The rest of the day was pretty much a no go for me. I didn't even go to the Dixie Maid for lunch, since I wasn't sure of the reception I'd get with Nancy maybe not there. About two pm Mr Wilson came by and even cleared up that little mystery for me. He brought me two Jumbo Double Bacon cheesburgers, two orders of onion rings, and a big vanilla milk shake. "Here you go sheriff. I figured you must have been too busy to come by for lunch today," he said, as he set the order on my desk. "Well, I wasn't sure of the reception I'd get." "It might have been the best for today anyway, but I can tell you you're welcome in there anytime from now on. I got into a little fight with the old lady, but I finally had enough and told her to pack her shit and move on into the church if she wanted to stay there so bad. It sure changed her tune and I even ended up knocking off a piece of her big ass myself. Things are sure looking good since you fixed up that fire department thing." "Hell, I'm glad to help out." "You sure did this time, and don't worry so much about Nancy and those piano lessons now. We're glad she'd getting 'em and I've even thought about buying her a piano of her own," he said, and then took off. I was glad to get Nancy's participation straightened out. She had a cute and curvy little body and a really nice little ass. I still thought she was a little small to have my dick up her back door, but I could look and lust about it. I gave Rita Kay a call to see where we were going to have supper tonight and I got a little surprise. They'd talked things over among themselves and pretty much moved into George's house with Carol. Hell, I'd intended as much all along, but hadn't considered making a move so quickly. I didn't guess it really mattered though. There was no one around to bitch about it now, and if things worked out with Deaton officially joining George in the fire, things might be able to work out fine. When I made it home to the new place things were moving even faster than I could have hoped. Apparently the piano lessons had been skipped for the day and Carol had done a little teaching of her own. The girls met me at the door with a robe and then got me out of my uniform in the entryway and put the robe on me. Next I was led to the dancing parlor, put on a stool at the side of the stage, and the dancing began. Even Millie showed up to do a strip for me, but Rita Kay was last in line and she did nearly as good as Carol had. I was ready for some fucking by the time she was buck naked and I hopped up on the dance floor with her and pulled her to her knees on the hardwood floor. I mounted her dog style, but it was only to start. Once we were going good and my dick was sloppy wet I pulled out of her pussy and stabbed it up her ass. She screamed like I was killing her, and even though I was sure she was putting on at least a little it set me on fire and I really pounded her to glory. When I blew my load up her the air went out of me and I collasped onto her back pressing her to the floor right at the last. The others rolled me off her and she popped up to kiss me all over my face and nuzzle me like a puppy. Everything calmed down a little after that, until Carol noticed my dick was reviving. We trooped up to her big bed then and spent a couple of hours making sure every gal got her hole stuffed. After I'd done my duty to all of them they left me snuggling with Nancy, the last in line, and the rest of them went off to fix supper. ------- Incomplete and Inactive ------- Posted: 2007-12-08 Last Modified: 2009-04-27 / 11:19:09 am Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------