It hurt. But once he was in, he relaxed for a moment and she was able to think about what was going on. Eric had the sense to take it very easy at first. He moved it slightly in and out and soon she was able to take a full stroke without any discomfort at all. But it wasn't all that much fun either. She tolerated it. Finally, he began to huff and race toward a climax. She liked it when he came and her narrow slit became all wet and slippery. She liked that part so much that it helped her decide to try fucking him again at the earliest opportunity. And she did. Often.
Humbert and the sheriff escorted Missy to the jail, read her her rights, and entered the complaint against her. Missy played it cool.
Sheriff led the way to an interrogation room. The walls were painted a restful green. The room was furnished sparsely with a table, two chairs and a file cabinet. There was an ashtray on the table, containing several lipstick-smeared butts. They looked as if they had been there a while.
"This here's my new deputy, Missy, his name's Humbert." Missy acknowledged Hum with a nod.
"He's gonna do the strip-search as part of his education into police procedures." Missy nodded again.
"Is it also part of his education into teenage sex, Roachy? C'rnon. Let's get it over with so I can get out of here."
She lifted her mini-dress over her head and stripped it off. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her bikini briefs were white nylon. There was a single word "Saturday" in blue embroidery on them.
"Okay, deputy, it's your move," she said. "You want to take them off or do you want me to do it."
There was a shriek from the intercom.
"Sheriff, we got a code twenty-four. Better get on it."
"Dang it. Hit and run. Carry on, deputy. I'll be back as soon as I can. Lock the door behind me."
A moment after he left, they heard the wail of his siren going down Main. Hum turned the door latch. Missy settled her bottom on the edge of the table. Hum pulled up a chair and sat facing her.
"Roachy said for you to carry on, deputy. I'm up for it, if you are."
Missy smiled down at Hum and licked her lips. He spread her thighs and stroked them while she lay back and rested on her elbows. His hands went to the elastic waist band of her bikini. She raised her butt and he pulled them down over her golden brown legs. He looked at the moist spot on the crotch and smiled. He raised the panties to his nose and inhaled their fragrance.
"Police technique, huh. Well, I gotta say you're a welcome addition to the PPO."
Hum grinned. "Pull your knees up and spread them," he said.
It was Missy's turn to grin. "You sure you've never strip-searched a perp? I think you have a real talent for it." Missy reached under her legs and placed her fingers on either side of her slit. She pulled the lips apart.
Hum sucked in his breath and licked his lips. His throat had gone dry.
"Can you see down my little fuck hole, deputy? Should I spread it apart some more? Do you see what you're looking for?"
Missy dipped one finger into the goopy hole. She locked eyes with Hum and moved the finger in and out.
"Don't stop," Hum croaked. "You're a fantastic turn-on. Keep it up for a bit."
He unzipped his pants and extracted his hardening cock. Then he grabbed her "Saturday" panties and wrapped them around his tool. He began stroking himself with the slippery nylon.
"Aw, shit. You're wonderful."
He leaned over and begin licking up her smooth-muscled thighs, licking up toward the drooling hole. His hand on his nylon covered cock never stopped stroking. Her thighs tasted faintly of salty sweat but mingled with lilac bath powder.
He drank in all of her dainty youth with his eyes. He wanted to impress her on his memory so that he would forget not a single detail. Her fingernails. Her oddly long big toes. The blonde bangs that covered her entire forehead and fringed over her eye-brows. Her necklace a single gold strand. Her direct way of looking at him and the trace of humor he detected behind her corn-flower blue eyes. Her obscene posture with her legs, pulled up and spread for the finger that dipped into her drooling honey pot. Her firm young breasts, tipped with hard, pointy nipples. The tender fold of skin where her armpit wrinkled. He could see that the pits were shaved and he longed to thrust his tongue into them and enjoy her mingled scent of powder and deodorant.
"You forgot something." Her soft voice wrenched him from his catalogue of Missy Fairchild delights.
"Huh?"
"You forgot something. This."
Missy took her slippery finger from her cunt and prodded the tight ring of asshole muscle. As he gawked, she pressed the finger inside her asshole up to the second knuckle. Very slowly. Then she pulled it out. Very slowly. Then in again. It was oh so-o-o deliberately obscene. And she smirked as she picked up a little speed and finger-fucked her asshole to a fare-thee-well.
The effect on Hum built slowly and positively. As her finger penetrated her mauve-colored back hole, Hum uttered a wordless cry and thrust his mouth at that tight treasure. Her finger slipped out and he quickly sucked it into his mouth.
He forced her to finger-fuck his mouth with that venturesome finger and his hand moved ever more quickly ovel his nylon covered cock. She sensed the frenzy that he felt and looked up in alarm and excitement. Cool Missy was no more. Hot, excited Missy was ready for thick, hard, throbbing cock. Man cock. Horse cock. Belching cock, flinging gouts of hot sperm allover her firm young body. Hum stood. The nylon panties fell from his cock and revealed the swollen might of his long, thick cock.
Missy was prone on the table now, still spread for his pleasure. Hum's chest was heaving with breathless excitement.
"You're (gasp) right, Missy. (gasp) I had (gasp) forgotten something (gasp). I'll remedy that (gasp) right now."
He grabbed his thick stalk and directed it not at her slobby cunt but at her tight asshole ring. His pressed his cock head at the little aperture. Missy looked up at him and shook her head.
"Too big. You'll never make it. Tried it once. Won't go. Way too big. Hurt me."
Hum wasn't listening. He was fixing on the problem. He moved his cock head from her asshole and rubbed it against her cunt lips. Her cunt opened like a pink flower. The huge cockhead stretched the little cunt sheath and Hum ventured inside. Slowly. Firmly. He entered bit by precious bit.
Deeper… deeper… deeper… deeper into the moist warmth. Deeper until he was sheathed up to his hairy balls. And then he gave her short strokes, quick short strokes that felt so good she laughed. Hum grinned. He loved to watch her enjoying herself. And oddly, at that moment, he thought of Lo. Lo and Missy together. What a treat that would be! How thev would enjoy each other!
But now – back to the problem. Hum slipped his cock from the tight sheath and returned the slickened tip to Missy's bottom hole. His cock was as hard as ivory. He pressed the tip against her – and pushed. Missy sighed. Hum pushed harder.
"Relax," he said. "Relax. Concentrate on relaxing your asshole. C'mon, you can do it. I know you can. Concentrate, Missy, concentrate. Take deep breaths. Relax."
He pushed against her again. Harder and then harder still. He looked down. He fancied her asshole was yielding. Almost imperceptibly, his prick was entering her puckered little hole. He applied pressure steadily. The hole widened.
Missy swallowed hard. She was determined to take his cock inside her ass hole. She bit her lip as she felt the pressure increase. But she remembered what he said about concentration and relaxation. It worked and she felt the penetration proceed. He was in no hurry. Her ass swallowed his cock bit by bit. He almost couldn't believe it.