Nice looking gal. Slim-hipped and long-legged, she gave the sheriff a pleasant surprise when she inched down her string bikini panties. There was not a single hair on her pubic mound. It was as bald as a six-year-old's.
Roachy gawked at her crotch. His chin dropped to his chest. She was obviously delighted at his reaction.
"Like my little Kojak?" she asked.
"Your what?"
"That's what my boy friend calls my bald cunt."
Roachy shook his head. "Damnedest thing ever saw."
"He likes it."
"Whadya do? Shave it?"
"Uh-huh. Twice a week."
"He ever shave it for you?"
"Once or twice. But I'd rather do it myself. I'm lots faster than he is."
"Why does he like it like that?"
"This way he never gets hairs in his teeth."
"Humph."
"I like it too. It makes me feel cleaner and when I sprinkle a little bath powder on it, it's as smooth as silk."
"Okay. Well, let's have a look."
The girl held up her skirt and spread the puffy outer lips. The sheriff leaned forward and took a closer look. She spread her legs wider and pulled the lips back a little more. Her clitoris popped out from under the little foreskin. It seemed to be crying. A drop of moisture coursed down one of the spread-open lips.
"Oh, Sheriff," the girl said.
"Hum," said Roachy, running his tongue over his dry lips, "darnedest thing I ever did see."
He pulled a plastic glove on over his right hand. He placed the tip of his middle finger at the entrance of the girl's cunt hole and slid it deep into her cuntal sheath.
"Oh, Sheriff," she repeated herself. Her head was thrown back and she took a deep breath. She also took a chance by placing her right hand at the back of Roachy's neck and pulling his head toward her splayed cunt lips. Roachy was completely taken aback. He hadn't expected the move.
His open mouth covered the girl's cunt. His nose pressed against her throbbing clit. His tongue came out and licked the pink, inflamed tissues. The girl mashed her cunt against his face and she wriggled it from side to side.
Roachy's hands came up behind the girl and he grasped the soft melons of her bottom cheeks. He pulled her toward him and ground his face into Kojak. She screamed softly.
"That's it, Sheriff. Go for it." Roachy's tongue found her clitoris and began to lash at it. His moves were frantic and frenzied. He'd never had a perp excite him so much. His tongue dug deeper into her cunt channel. She spread her legs wider. She wanted him IN – all the way in. He rammed her with his plasticized glove finger. In… in… in…
"Oh, Sheriff, you're the greatest. You're the best sheriff a town could have. You are super, absolutely super." And then she came all over his tongue.
The incident was burned into Roachy's mind. He was shaken by it. He ran it again and again and again on the XXX adult movie screen of his consciousness. This was his first transgression in all his years in law enforcement. His shook his head with self-loathing and wondered what he should do.
His imagination was fired up. He thought of himself on the Billy Gerson Show. Billy tapped a pencil on his desk, leaned over and leered. (Audience laughter).
"Strip-searching, eh?" (More laughter).
"That's my specialty, Billy."
"Tell me, Sheriff, how do you maintain any detachment when you're doing your – ah – specialty? I mean, it must be kind of difficult to hang on to your – er – cool."
"All in a day's work, Billy. Y'see us folks in law enforcement see a lot of stuff that would rattle your average person…"
"I guess you would see a lot of stuff if you strip-search very often…"
The pitfalls of a TV interview became apparent to the sheriff. He'd have to lead the interview in a way that would let him control it. Keep it serious, dignified.
He was driving by the Sleepy Valley Motel and noticed Hum's Olds. He wondered how his temporary deputy was getting along. He sure had a pretty stepdaughter, Roachy decided. Smart too. He thought of stopping and brought the squad car smartly around and parked next the Olds. Should he tell Hum about the move he put on that cute little perp last night? Better not. Hum might lose confidence in his law enforcement skills. Worse still, Hum might not include him in his book.
"Howdy, Sheriff," said Hum, answering Roachy's knock.
"Wondering how your research into strip-searching was coming along."
Hum was wearing chino pants and no shirt but he had on his jogging shoes. When one considered all the action he seen in the past two days, he didn't look half bad.
"I've been writing up all my notes, Sheriff, with the help of the perp. Missy's here. C'mon in."
Missy Fairchild and Lo were having morning coffee. In negligee, they looked adorable. Both wore loose tank tops that afforded a look at their small, firm tits whenever they leaned over. Untethered, the little nipples poked at the thin material. Their lightweight cotton panties clearly outlined their cunts and the material tucked into their slits. They might as well have been naked. But the few clothes they wore made them seem all the more sexy.
Missy sat on the love seat with her knees tucked up under her chin. Lo sat Indian-fashion, cross-legged on the bed. Missy had spent the night, with Hum's easily obtained permission.
"Busy night, Sheriff?"
"Your usual Saturday night. No killings, a few speeders, and one strip-search."
"One strip-search?" the three chorused.
Missy said, "Don't you ever get tired of sticking your finger into strange pussy, Sheriff?"
"I don't mind."
"I've been wondering more about the results," Lo said. "I mean how much dope have you found in all the pussy you've probed?"
"No drugs. Found a fake cock once."
"FAKE COCK?" they all shouted at once.
"Uh-huh. You might want to make a note of this, deputy. I recollect this cute little gal I searched had a bad case of the hots. Needed sex real bad. When I told her to take down her panties, she got very flustered. She objected so much that I thought for sure I had made a dope bust. But that wasn't it. She was just plain embarrassed to have me find what I found."
"It was a plastic cock about so long. Looked just like the real thing. That little gal just like to feel something up there as she was driving along in her little lap car. Of course, she could move it back and forth some if she'd a mind to. Don't know how it might have affected her driving."
Hum scribbled furiously in his note book while Lo and Missy looked at each other wide-eyed. Lo rubbed the crotch of her panties and the material went up into her slit. Missy wondered what a fake cock might feel like if she had one inside when horseback riding. Now, if she could only find out where to buy one. Maybe Hum knew. She was certain she'd never see one in a Sears catalog.
"God, you must have been surprised when you first saw it. What did you think? What did you do?"
"Sure, I was surprised all right. When I asked the gal what it was, she just slipped it out and showed it to me. It was all covered with her hot juices. And she insisted on showing me how it worked. She slid it in and out of her cunt hole a couple of times. Then she made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and slipped that cock in and out of the ring. Hell, she didn't have to do that. I got the idea right away without her having to show me."
"On the other hand, Sheriff," Hum said, "she might have been trying to excite you. That demonstration might have been gauged to arouse your passions to a point where you'd want to fuck her and drop any and all charges against her. She'd figure you'd go easy on her. That could happen, don't you think?"
Lo was actively rubbing her pussy now. She wasn't trying to get off. It simply felt good, better than doing nothing. Missy had slipped her hand in through the arm opening of her shirt and was massaging one of her pert little breasts.