Daddy's strip search

CHAPTER NINE

Anyone related to Tom Fairchild was fair game for the sheriff. Indeed, all Pisky thought the same way. Like most people who failed to reason beyond their own narrow self-interest, Pisky residents blamed the town's decline on the Fairchilds.

The Fairchilds were rich. Years ago, they had made money in farming and mining and then in investments. As an amusing sideline and to provide jobs in the non-farm economy, Tom began a manufacturing operation which produced Day-of-the-Week Panties. It was a smashing marketing success. Young women from New York to California began buying panties in multiples of seven rather than two or three at a time.

Money poured into Pisky and Tom Fairchild spread it around. He paid double the going rate for garment workers. And the work embroidering panties with Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and so forth, was easy. Tom also provided health and other benefits, and was working on a profit-sharing plan. Pisky's economy was looking up and the bright future seemed endless.

Then, a fast-talking union organizer from New York City appeared on the scene. He told the people they were fools to work without a contract. Tom told the workers he was already giving them far more than the union could get for them. The organizer told them they were being exploited by capitalist wealth and were nothing but wage slaves without self-determination.

Tom told them he would not be dictated to by a loud-mouthed New Yorker and that he would close the plant before he would let a union tell him how to run his business. After a lot of talk, the workers were persuaded to sign with the union. Tom closed the plant. The loudmouth went back to the big city. The townspeople never forgave Tom Fairchild.

Missy Fairchild was independent like her grandfather. At age eighteen, she wasn't about to let anyone push her around. Therefore, in a contest with the sheriff, she simply considered her options and made a practical choice. If she had to display her pussy to spike the sheriff's six-shooter, well, it was no big deal.

She had, after all, been sexually active since the age of nine. Her sex life began in the Fairchild stables. The family kept a string of nine mounts which they bred as hunters. The most active stud was a chestnut hunter named "Fireball". When a special mare was in heat, "Fireball" would be led from an upper pasture and brought to the barn where the mare awaited. He knew where he was going and, on the way to the barn, his cock would begin to grow… and harden… and lengthen.

The first time she saw this happen, Missy could hardly believe her eyes. She asked old Cyrus, the stable master, about it.

"Happens every time, Missy. Just like clockwork," Cyrus told her. "Fireball figures he's going to get his gun off – and he certainly is – and that's the way he gets ready for it. By the time he gets to the barn, that old cock of his gets to throbbing like a Ford tractor with one cylinder missing. We let him mount the mare. She's waiting under a special wooden rig we built for Fireball to climb on. Don't want him to hurt the mare. Then we guide that big cock of his into a plastic cunt. One shove into that fake cunt and he shoots his load. He thinks he's going into the mare. But that would be a waste. We can service a lot of mares with that one shot so we save it and spread it around, in a manner of speaking."

"B-but why does his cock get hard," Missy asked.

"Soze it'll go deeper into the mare and make a good connection."

"Does she like it?"

"Oh, she likes it right enough but we don't let her have it too much."

"That doesn't seem right to me."

"Hm-m-m-m. I expect you have point, Missy."

Missy's knowledge of sex between humans came mostly from watching soap opera on TV. But it didn't take her long to make a connection between what she saw in the barn and what she saw on the tube. There were certain omissions still and she determined to fill in the blanks. In her usual forthright and direct style, she secured the cooperation of a good-looking stable boy named Eric. Eric was eighteen. The first time Missy was aware of him was during a mating ritual like the one described above. He was holding the huge cock of the stud and maneuvering it into the plastic cunt. Hard work but instructive.

"Teach me about sex," Missy said.

"Right here and now?" asked Eric with a bright and eager look on his face. They were in a stable which Eric was slopping out. "Okay," he said, whipping out his cock, "kneel down."

Eric's move was totally unexpected but the girl didn't give it a second thought. She dropped to her knees with wonder in her eyes. She had never seen a human cock before. It was getting hard and Eric directed it to her mouth. He grabbed her blonde pigtails and held her head steady. She had never heard of cock-sucking but it seemed the natural thing to do. She opened her mouth and Eric rammed it in.

"Good… good… good," he chanted, slipping it in and out of her mouth. There was no hesitation on her part. She wanted to know about sex and wanted to participate fully with the stable boy. Every once in a while, she'd take his cock into her hand and examine it. She already knew about it getting hard because of what the horses did. And when Eric finally knelt and pushed her back into the hay, spreading her legs wide seemed appropriate. She reached down and directed his cock to her untried cunt and Eric got his ass behind it and shoved.

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.

Missy perspired. Sweat began to bead on her upper lip and she swiped a tit with her tongue. She wanted to help him, to press back at the intruding cock. But it was awkward for her. She could only lie, helpless and vulnerable, beneath his cock's onslaught. Her ring of muscle held him in a firm grip.

He continued to press… press… press. It was incredible to him that she could take so much. Before long, he had fully eight inches of thick cock deep inside of her. And he had three more inches to go.

"You're filling me up," Missy moaned. "Fuck me, stud. Fuck me now."

She had never felt anything so big inside of her. He had never felt anything so tight. He began to move his cock in and out. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to his plunging meat. He quickened the pace and she yelled, "Yeah. Come… come… come. You make me feel so fuckin' horny baby. Shoot it up my ass. Let me feel it. Make me love it. Give it all to me. I'm gonna come. I'm coming… coming… COMING!"

Hum couldn't believe it was happening. Missy's urging was bringing him off. He shot a hot spurt up her ass. Then another, and another, and another. Suddenly, her ass was liquid fire, fully open to his plunging dick.

Her head twisted back and forth on the hard table top. Her chin dropped. Her mouth was half open. Her golden bangs were plastered by sweat to her forehead. She couldn't speak. She made grunting sounds. "Uhn… uhn… uhn… uhn."

Finally, they were quiet. There was no sound but their labored breathing. Missy felt a warm glow in her bottom. Hum's cock grew smaller and slipped out of her anal ring. His eyes had glazed over. His face and hers wore silly grins.

"Uh," said Missy, "I can't believe you did that. And I can't believe it felt so good. That is the best strip-search I've ever had."

Hum concurred.

"Let's get you dressed before Roachy returns. Okay? And I want you to come with me and meet my stepdaughter."

"Okay. Let me freshen up a little bit. I could use a shower."

Hum escorted Missy to the outer office and showed her to the Ladies Room. A few minutes later, the sheriff's prowler pulled up in front of the office. Roachy got out with a perpetrator in tow and took him to the desk where he was charged.

He glanced up at Hum and said, "How did it go? Find anything?"

"She's clean, Sheriff."