The number thirty-eight popped into his mind. He shrugged again. Lo kissed him on the neck. She kissed his ear. She poked her tongue in his ear. A thrill surged through his cock.
"Okay," he said, "let's go to the bathroom."
She rose and stood in front of him between his widespread knees. He put his hands on her ass and squeezed the cheeks through her raunchy cut-offs. She smiled and thrust her pelvis forward at his face.
His hands went up under her fringey cut-offs and felt her ass cheeks through her panties. Then his hands went under the elastic of her panties and felt around her bare ass. He nuzzled her breasts through her striped top. His lips searched out her hardening nipples. They weren't hard to find. They jutted forward like a pair of jelly beans and he sucked them between his lips and nibbled at them lightly with his teeth.
Lo felt his excitement transferred to her. Again, he squeezed her ass cheeks and she felt them separate. Her ass hole stretched. She placed her hands on his shoulders.
"Wanna take off my shorts?"
"Uh-huh."
"Right here."
"Uh-huh."
Hum took his hands from her bare ass and unbuttoned the shorts. They dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Hum leaned forward and stuck his tongue in her navel. Then he nuzzled her crotch and kissed her mound. She thrust her mound forward. Through the cotton panties, he felt the scratchy, brillo-like texture of her little tuft of public hair. He moved his face from side to side, nuzzling her some more. He gave her ass a friendly pat.
"Let's go to the john," he said in a gruff voice slightly tinged by lust. Lo's panties fell to her ankles and she sat on the john seat and spread her legs. Hum knelt between them and dropped his pants and shorts. His cock sprang up and vibrated.
"Gee!" said Lo, with awe in her voice.
It was truly an impressive hard-on. Hum jacked on it a couple of times. He held it at the base and waggled it at her spread cunt lips. Lo swallowed hard and stared at it. The memory of that huge tool sawing in and out of Cassie's hot cunt was still with her. She spread her legs farther and leaned back against the toilet tank.
The lips of her cunt yawned at the throbbing cockhead. Her hardening clit poked from underneath its foreskin and seemed to strain toward him. Hum's hands went to her thighs and stroked them from knee to pussy.
Lo reached down and grasped his thick cock stalk between her thumb and forefinger. She touched him lightly and moved her digits back and forth along his stalk. Hum moaned. Lo's lips twisted into an odd smile. She had him by the balls literally and figuratively. She placed the bulbous cock head directly on her drippy little opening.
"Yeah… yeah," said Hum.
He happened to glance up and, from the corner of his eye, caught the scene reflected in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. He turned and looked at them. His pants and shorts had fallen to his knees and his ass was bared. Lo's long, slender ballerina legs spread wide for him. Her hand between his legs delicately holding the mighty shaft. It was a picture to have and cherish.
Hum's face was a mask of lust. He looked at Lo from under half-closed eyelids and his breathing became shallow.
"Can you pee," he huffed.
Lo's breathing was also shallow. She was starting to get worked up in spite of herself and she was losing a bit of her cool demeanor.
"I think so."
"Okay. Go ahead. Don't worry about wetting on my pants. Just let it go. Any time you're ready."
Lo concentrated. She strained. She bit her lower lip. Her brow wrinkled from the effort. Hum concentrated too. His eyes bugged at the moist, red slit and the tiny piss hole. He held his throbbing joint at the base. The skin along the shaft was pulled tight. His excitement was so great that he felt he would shoot a massive bolt of come onto Lo's cunt lips' with the first spurt from her piss hole. She touched his cock head and rolled it between her fingers.
"Come on… come on," Hum urged.
"I'm trying."
"Try harder."
"I thought I had to go but now I don't know."
"For chrissake, Lo."
"I'm trying, Daddy. I really am."
She bit harder on her lower lip. "Oh-h-h-h," she sighed.
"Try to relax."
"I am. I think. I'm just too nervous."
Hum was anything but relaxed. His tension grew. He was in a state of intense excitement. He felt that his orgasm would boil out of his cock at any second. Lo looked down. She strained again. She saw a drop of milky liquid form at the tip of Hum's cock. She lightly pulled at the shaft. The drop grew larger and dropped from his piss slit into the toilet bowl.
"Try thinking thirty-eight dollar T-shirt."
"Don't speak… don't speak. You'll spoil my concentration."
Hum reached over to the wash bowl next to the commode and turned on the cold water tap. The sound of running water reached Lo's ears. She closed her eyes. A tiny spurt of piss came out of her little hole and landed on Hum's cock.
Not more than a tablespoon full. Hum gasped. He felt ready to come. Lo's face was wreathed in a big smile. Her eyes were still closed but her floodgates opened and the piss gushed out all over Hum's cock, his balls, his thighs, his shorts and trousers.
Hum reached his summit. With aloud cry from Hum, the cock belched forth hot strings of come allover Lo's stomach, her pubic mound and her thighs. She looked down with wonder in her eyes and a big smile on her face. She wrapped her fingers around Hum's joint and jacked on it until it stopped erupting.
"Way to go, Dad, way to go. That was beautiful."
Hum's face was a perfect picture of relaxed joy. He couldn't help smiling himself. He couldn't remember when he'd felt such total release. He stood and gave his shrinking cock a couple of shakes. Lo, still seated, leaned forward and sucked his limp member into her mouth. As she rolled it around on her tongue, she thought of whether she would rather have the purple T-shirt or blue. Maybe orange?
Hum's drooling cock slipped from her mouth.
"Do you like me better in purple or blue," asked style-conscious Lo.
"Huh," said tired old Hum, stripping off his piss-drenched shorts and trousers.
"Never mind," said Lo. "Would you like me to freshen up your gin and tonic?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Humbert, you know what you should put in that book you're writing?"
"What do you have in mind, Sheriff?"
"You oughta have a chapter on strip searching."
"Strip-searching? Really?"
"Damn straight. Most folks got the wrong idea about it. Most folks think law enforcement officers are just trying to cop a cheap feel – you know, slipping a finger into a tight pussy for the fun of it. Nothin' could be further from the truth. Strip-searchin's important. It's a law enforcement tool just like lie detection or finger-printing."
"It's more than copping a feel. Perpetrators can hide all kinds of stuff in their body cavities. Have you got any idea of how much cocaine will fit in your average pussy?"
Hum shook his head.
"Would you believe up to fifty thousand dollars worth? We're talking street value now. Yes sir. Without even cramming."
"Really, Sheriff, I had no idea."
Hum and Sheriff Roche were strolling down Main Street looking for random criminal activity. It was a fine afternoon in Pisky, cool and sunny and the air was sweet indeed. It was a Saturday for loafing and the citizenry moved slowly, window shopping, poking around the court house, plain doing nothing. The most anyone felt like doing was watching the idle parade of girls in their summer dresses.
Hum was getting used to the star on his shirt, losing his self-consciousness about it. In fact, he enjoyed the little bit of celebrity he fancied the star gave him. Before pinning it on this morning, he polished it with tooth powder. If he and Lo hung out for another week in Pisky, he'd buy some nickel polish and do a first-class professional job of it. It wouldn't do for a deputy to be less than gleaming.