Sheriff Porter 64 (edited)

Sheriff Porter 64

I didn’t tell Wilson why I wanted to go to the B&B that night.  It was to meet Brian.  I wasn’t sure that I would do anything else, but I was willing to at least meet him.  It didn’t hurt that I was heading into two weeks of very busy days and probably lonely nights.  I could use a little relaxation, so maybe Brian would be it.

Wilson and I went out to eat in a real restaurant on Jefferson Island before we went to the piano bar.  Wilson had spent the better part of the week trying to mend fences with mom.  The daughter, Chrissy, had already told him not to bother trying to make nice with her.

Madge on the other hand had gone out with Wilson a couple of times since.  Wilson’s love life was a little entertaining, but not so awfully much.  He really didn’t try any grand gestures to win either of them back.  It was more a wear them down kind of thing.  It really was a bore to watch.  Which was why I seldom went with him to the piano bar, though I did enjoy it when I went.

I was truly looking forward to it on that Saturday night.  Well it really was only hormones I guessed.  The two women were doing a duet of something modern.  I liked music that sounded like music, not people shouting obscenities to a throbbing beat, and pretending that it was music.  What the two of them were doing, was a tamer version of that.  But it still lacked any semblance of poetry.

Now and then they did Billy Joel or the Beetles or the Stones.  Those I enjoyed and of course the show tunes I recognized.  So I was having a pleasant evening when the daughter approached me while she was on a break.  She led me over to a table where a very young man was seated.

“Sylvia, I would like for you to meet my friend Brian.  Brian this is Sylvia,” she said shyly.

“Sylvia I have researched you.  When Chrissy said you were willing to have sex with us I researched you and wow, you are so special,” Brian said.

“First of all Brian, I only said I would meet you, then decide.  You could have taken me on face value, since you are asking me to take you on faith.  So the researching of me is not really a compliment,” I said.

“So you didn’t come here to have sex with us.  Chrissy said you had already agreed,” he said.

“Well she was wrong.  As a matter if fact, I have lost interest in you,” I said.  “Sorry Chrissy, he is not my type.”

“You bitch, you got Chrissy and my hopes up.  You really are a fucking tease aren’t you,” Brian said.

“What I am clown, is particular who I sleep with.  You are a kid, and you have no maturity or class, so no I’m not going to have sex with you.”

“I ought to slap the crap out of you,” he said.

“Well you can always try, but it will be hard with a quarter inch hole in your heart,” I said.

“Oh yeah,” he said.

“Now there is a mature and intelligent remark,” I said.

He tried to stand but I said, “Sit your ass down and behave,” I said menacingly.

“And if I decide to slap the shit out of you?” he asked.

“I told you I will put a hole through your heart.”  That time I let him see the derringer.

“Damn, please come with us, you are as bad ass as they say,” he whined.

“Fuck off,” I said.

“How about me?” The daughter named Chrissy asked.

“Another time honey, I imagine Brian needs his ego stroked,” with that I stood and walked away.  I went back and sat with Wilson.

“What was that all about,” he asked.

“Another road not taken hon,” I replied.

“Well then let’s get drunk,” he said.

“I think mom will either drive us home or rent us a room so why not.  I’ll drink to that,” I said even though her bar whiskey was a far cry from my Green dragon.  I had finally exhausted all my stashed dragon.  I had just a couple of fifths left at the house, then it was completely gone.  I supposed I could find the things locally to put together a still, but it wouldn’t be the same.

Even so after the first couple of drinks it all tasted the same.  The effect wasn’t as mellow but I was pretty much under the influence badly by 2 AM when the bar closed.

I would like to say I don’t remember a thing after that, but I really can’t in good conscience.  I don’t remember it in great detail.  It is all kind of foggy, but now and then the fog seemed to lift and something made an impression on me.  I can remember a slightly pudgy Chrissy naked.  When I awoke the next morning, I remembered kissing her.  I also remember the eighteen year old’s soft breast in my hands then in my mouth.

I could remember feeling her clean shaved pubic mound and remarking, “It’s just like a little girl’s.”

“A little girl’s cunt,” Brian’s voice said.  I wished that had been a dream but it wasn’t.  “You should shave yours.”

“No,” I said.

“We can do it for you,” he suggested.

“Please honey, you would be so beautiful,” Chrissy said.

“I don’t want to,” I said.

“I promise you won’t feel a thing,” Christie said.

“They stopped talking so I drifted off to sleep.  The next thing I remember was hearing a buzz as Brian ran clippers over my pubic mound and the hair slipped off it.  He rubbed lotion into my naked mount.

“It’s like anal sex the first time is the strangest,” he said.  I nodded my head.

“I bet you are a great cocksucker, aren’t you Sylvia,” Chrissy commented.  “I would really like to see how you do it.  To see if I can learn anything from you.”

The next thing I knew a very grown up looking penis was in my face.  Then it was running around outside my lips.  “Open for me,” Brian said.  I resisted at first then he said, “Do it bitch.”  I opened my mouth and allowed him inside.  I instinctively began to nurse on his penis.  I sucked on it like a wet warm vacuum pump.  That kind a nursing mother might feel on her breasts.

Unfortunately Brian became impatient so he began to gently pump my mouth like he would a vagina.  Even that felt good to me, even when he drove it slowly into my throat till I gagged.  He repeated that over and over.  I sucked harder when he was at the front of my mouth hoping that would satisfy him.  He continued trying to force it into my throat.  I had never been able to do that, and Brian was not the exception.  He didn’t seem to mind all the choking sounds.  He ejaculated into my throat and I choked.  Even that didn’t discourage him.

“Damn Chrissy she is beautiful isn’t she with my cum running down her chin.  Isn’t she?”  When Chrissy didn’t answer he said, “Kiss her Christie, kiss her and taste the cum from her mouth.”

The next thing I knew Chrissy was kissing me.  I felt her cool slightly pudgy body pressed against me.  “She didn’t cum yet Chrissy go down on her.”

“No,” she said.

“I said eat her pussy, you cunt” As if in a daze she moved between my legs and began to lick and suck on my clitoris.  I came over and over again.  I finally looked down and saw Brian behind her and pumping her hard.  I had no idea which hole he was inside or how long he could keep it up.  After all the orgasms I fell asleep.

I awoke to the light streaming in the window.  I knew I wasn’t in my own bed because I don’t sleep with women in my bed.  Also the room was much too fru fru.  It had to be a room in the B&B.  Most likely mom dropped me here and went to sleep with Wilson.  At which time Chrissy and Brian paid me a visit.

I knew Chrissy was beside me, but Brian wasn’t in the bed.  He was sitting naked in the comfortable chair.  I am sure that chair was very popular with guests who used it for calling home and such.  That morning Brian was sitting naked and holding my derringer.  Since I had threatened him earlier, I hoped he wasn’t the type to hold a grudge.

“Time for you to earn your breakfast,” he said pointing the pistol at me.

“I thought breakfast came with the room,” I replied.  I wanted nothing more than to go brush my teeth.  Brian obviously had other ideas.

“Get over here and let’s see your skinny ass on your knees and sucking my dick,” he demanded.

I wasn’t especially interesting in that kind of morning sex, but then I never tried it with a gun pointed at me either.  So I moved to stand naked in front of an 18 year old kid.  I slipped to my knees and took his half wilted penis in my mouth.  I quickly sucked it back to life but he didn’t ejaculate quickly so I had to work on it a while.

I knew that when he came he would never be able to handle the heavy trigger pull of the derringer let alone defend himself from what I had planned for him.  When he finally came, my mouth was sore.  Not as sore as his testicles were going to be after I lifted his cock and head butted him.  He tried to defend himself but he was to late.  I held his gun hand in my stronger right hand.  I had over compensated for the mostly useless left hand.  I pounded the hand holding my derringer.  He dropped it on the first hit against the arm of the chair.

Without that gun, he had no defense.  I worked him over while he sat in the chair.  One thing I was sure of, he was at least going to be bruised.  What he and Chrissy did, might not have been provable date rape.  Especially since it was me on the receiving end, but it needed a little payback.  Chrissy was going to get hers, but not that day and not the same way.

I left him barely conscious, as I dressed quickly and went looking for Wilson.  “Where is your mom’s room?” I asked.  I had a set of car keys, so I could drive home without him.

She told me where the room was located and Wilson was there as I expected.  He came willingly.  He evidently had enough of mom for the time being.  I expected it to be my last time in the place, I was wrong of course.

On the way home we stopped by Mr. BJ for take out.  Everything but coffee was in the bag.  We drove home not a word passed between us.

I made coffee in the single flash boiler coffee pot, then turned it over to Wilson.  I took the paper bag and the coffee out to the deck where I ate my biscuit and hash brown potatoes.

“Well did you at least have fun?” Wilson asked.

“If you could call waking up with uninvited people in bed with you fun, then I guess I did at that.  The most fun I had was working the prick over this morning,” I said.

“Do you mean you had sex this morning?” he asked.

“That to, but I beat the crap out of him this morning,” I said.

“You Sylvia are one evil bitch,” Wilson said.

“So?” I asked.

“So nothing, just commenting,” Wilson smiled as he said it.

“I’m not sure you should insult the boss,” I said.

“I thought we were Partners?” he asked.

“We are.  Just not equal partners,” I suggested.

Edited by Walt

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8 Responses to Sheriff Porter 64 (edited)

  1. Walt says:

    Forgot to mention yesterday. If anyone is worried about the site pinchem.net, don’t be. In it NOT a commercial site. It is my personal web site and there are no “baddies” lurking there.
    pinchem.net/stories/carniegirl.htm

  2. cindypress says:

    good to know I’m sure

    • Walt says:

      A reader brought it up some time back so figured I’d mention it again for the new readers. With so many trojans lurking around these days, some of us (including me) are leery about unknown or obscure web sites or links. Just wanted folks to know my site was a safe one.

      • cindypress says:

        and people laugh when I tell them I use linux instead of window. I have retried all my computer stuff except this project so i don’t meed windows or Apple’s more popular systems that are the target of hackers.

  3. jack says:

    Crissy is in for a payback. That might be interesting. Brian had better give Slyvia a lot of room from now on she may not be as easy on him the next time. Great chapter. Thanks

  4. hartzog86 says:

    Was Sylvia Drugged or just drunk?
    Either way I think Brian got off too easy myself.

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