chapter 1

At 18 Crystal was on top of the world. She was Homecoming queen, class president, and cheerleader captain. She also was on the debate team, volleyball team and track team. Everything was going her way that year. Until my wife Misty got arrested. That’s when Sgt. Tyrone Jackson discovered Crystal, Misty’s younger sister. But Crystal would not be an easy catch for him.

He stalked her at school, and at her part time job at the video store. He even stalked her at church on Sunday morning, the small one room primitive church house that sat just out of town, from the cemetery with binoculars in hand. He watched as she arrived in her Datsun 280ZX. She gathered with her friends in her white cotton dress and navy blue pumps. He took his cock out and stroked it, staring at her milky white legs. She’s a red headed like her Mom, with big tits like her sister, but with a more athletic build.

The girls walked into the church as Tyrone continued to watch. An old man in a pickup truck caught his attention. Parking close to the back door, the old man and one of the deacons began unloading cages of rattle snakes. Tyrone thought this might be his chance, but decided against it when he saw the chief’s wife join them.

Anxious to see the sexy red head again, Tyrone stayed close enough to hear every word of the fire and brimstone sermon. He suffered through the music hour, as the banjo rang and the fiddle squealed as the congregation sang and danced, passing the serpents around. He then saw her coming out the back door. Walking hand in hand with the guitar picker that sang lead in the blue grass band. They walked across the back yard down a path into the woods.

Tyrone went to investigate. The path led to a clearing where the out house stood. He could hear Crystal moaning. He peaked through the cracks in the wall. Her white Sunday dress was off, her big tits were out of her bra. She was bent over the toilet and the handsome young stud was fucking her brains out. Tyrone watched quietly, stroking his cock. He shot his load the same time they did. He quickly hid in the woods as they walked back to the church.

“That’s not mine!” she exclaimed.

“It’s your car and your dope. Kim, I’m going to need you to search her.” Mrs. Beasley took her purse, dumping it out onto the hood of her car for all to see.

“See! There’s nothing there!” Crystal cried.

“We’re not finished. Put your hands on your head and spread your legs.” Crystal submitted to the search. Her large D cup breasts bulged from her purple blouse which was neatly tucked into her tight Guess jeans. All the boys loved watching Mrs. Beasley feel her up.

“You’re wearing a bra.”

“Like yeah! I always wear a bra….Ugh… This is so embarrassing! Mrs Beasley, you know me better than this!” Crystal continued to protest.

“I think you’re going to have to take your bra off,” Tyrone said, smiling at her. The shocked look on Crystal’s face was priceless.

“What? You’re going to strip search me?” Mrs. Beasley ignored the question, reaching for the snap to her snug fitting Guess jeans, the sexy ones that girls wore in the 80s. Crystal lowered her hands, attempting to fasten her pants back.

“Stop it! Hands up!” Mrs. Beasley yelled.