Little Miss Perfect

The sister in law story.

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.

After the service, Tyrone followed Crystal’s sporty little 280Zx. He thought, Sunday afternoon at the police station would be a perfect place to fuck her. He turned the blue lights on and Crystal pulled over. She handed him her license and registration before he asked. All her friends and others from the church were passing and watching.  Crystal just sat quietly in her car, her Bible in her lap. Tyrone looked down her dress every chance he got. But with all the traffic watching, he didn’t have much time for peeking. He handed her license back.

“You know you’re not so innocent… I seen what you did in the out house a while ago.”

“And why are you watching me in the out house?” She asked with a smile. She then teased him, licking her lips.

“You drive safe and have a nice day.”

Crystal smiled at him as she drove off. As she drove home, the thought of her being watched turned her on. Once home she went straight to her room and played with her pussy until she came.

Tyrone drove himself crazy thinking about her! He wanted to fuck Crystal so bad. He conspired a plan. Weeks later, Crystal was in her fifth period English class and Mrs. Beasley came to the classroom door.

“Crystal, I need to see you please.”

Crystal gathered her purse and books. She wondered what was going on. She’d never been in trouble before. Mrs. Beasley led her out into the parking lot. Tyrone was waiting, holding a large k9 by the leash.

“Our dog detects something in your car. We have to search it,” he said snidely.

“There is nothing in my car,” She said confidently, tossing him the keys.

He opened the door and spent a lot of time acting like he was really searching the car. Soon enough, he came out holding a single Marijuana cigarette.

“Oh, look what we have here. Miss Crystal, you’re in trouble now.” Classes were changing and a large crowd gathered around them.

“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.

“But everyone is watching,” Crystal complained.  Her zipper was pulled down. Her white bikini panties were showing. Mrs Beasley lowered her pants enough for her tan stocking tops to show.

“Strip her down!” The boys began to chant.  Everyone was watching. Crystal’s big pussy bulged from her panties with a perfect camel toe look.

“Wow! Look at that!”  A young punk shouted out to his friends. Mrs. Beasley knelt down and searched her legs.  She stared at Crystal’s panty covered pussy, wanting to sample it for herself.  She stood and squeezed Crystal’s pussy. The boys went wild watching this.

“What do you think?” She asked Tyrone.

“We need to be more thorough. She needs a complete cavity search.”

“Cavity search?  Oh please, no, Mrs. Beasley!”

“Oh grow up, Crystal! I’ve strip searched your sister many times.”

“Yeah, but she deserved it.”  Totally humiliated, Crystal quickly pulled her pants up. Mrs. Beasley then handcuffed her.

Thinking she was going to jail, Crystal honestly preferred it at that point just to get away from her class mates. Holding her by the upper arm, Mrs. Beasley escorted her back inside the school.  The crowd parted, allowing them to walk up the hall. All looked on with shocked expressions on there faces. Silence except for the sound of Crystal’s and Mrs. Beasley’s high heels clicking and clacking on the tiled floors.

A camera flashed. A girl in pig tails and glasses took her picture.

“Just so you know, this is going to be in the year book Crystal.” The girl said with a smile.

Out another door, off the sidewalk and through the gravel lot they walked toward an old rusty trailer that dates back to the 50s. In the days before everyone became so politically correct, this is where the mentally handicapped kids were kept so they would not be a distraction to others.

Mrs. Beasley continued to hold her arm, helping her climb the steep broken and shaky concrete block stairs.  Inside the dilapidated trailer Mr. Dudley, the principal, was waiting. Outside the taller boys were wiping the dirt from the windows so they could see in. The shorter boys were paying so the bigger ones would pick them up, and they could watch also. From the back side, some were climbing the trees looking in.

Mrs. Beasley removed the handcuffs.

“Okay Crystal, nice and slow, I want you to undress.”

“But Mrs. Beasley, please no!” Crystal begged.

“Shoes off Crystal, hand them over.”

“She can leave her heels and hose on,” Mr. Dudley said, checking out her high heels and what he could see of her tan nylons. He took out a sharp pair of scissors from the desk drawer.

“But everything else will come off,” principal Dudley continued.

Sgt. Tyrone stood in front of her. She watched the big black man take his gun belt off. Her eyes followed the gun.

“I see you looking at it. Don’t even try that,” he said, getting out of his shirt. He continued to strip down. Crystal’s eyes got big as he lowered his underwear, showing off his huge cock.

“Your clothes, Crystal!” Mrs. Beasley demanded. Crystal slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She turned her back to them.

“No No! Turn back around!”

Crystal noticed some of the boys trying to look in through the dirty windows.

“But the boys are watching!” Crystal cried, taking off her blouse.

“Let them watch! It will help your popularity,” Mr. Dudley said. Crystal stared at him in disbelief.

“Quit stalling, we don’t have all day,”  Tyrone added.

Crystal pulled her bra straps down, lowering and freeing her big tits. She turned the bra around, unhooking the clasp. It was quickly taken from her.

“Wow! Your tits are just like your sisters!”

Her nipples became erect. They all watched as she slid her feet out of her high heels. Her tight jeans and panties followed.  Tyrone approached her, her eyes on his huge dick. It had to be nearly 12 inches. She though back to the day her mom told her to stay away from the black cop because if she didn’t, her pussy would not be tight when he was done with her.

“I need to prep her first,” Mrs. Beasley said.

She got Crystal down on the floor, parted her thick pussy lips and began eating her out, giving her long slow licks from her rectum to her clit. Crystal started to moan as Mrs. Beasley’s tongue went deep into her pussy. Minutes later she felt her butt cheeks being spread.

“Oh my!  I’ve never had my ass licked before,” she said.

Soon Mrs. Beasley’s tongue was replaced by a finger. Deep up her ass, she shoved it. Three fingers from her other hand began fingering her pussy. She put her lips around her swollen clit and sucked with constant pressure.

“Ahhh!” Crystal came hard, her body shaking all the way down to her toes.

“She’s all yours,” Mrs. Beasley said, looking up at Tyrone.

He wasted no time mounting Crystal. She watched as the head of  his cock entered her and felt his long shaft stretch her tight pussy. He started slow, gradually getting faster. While he fucked Crystal, Mrs. Beasley undressed and fucked her boss, Mr. Dudley, which is how she got promoted to assistant principal, by the way.

During the orgy, the men took turns on the two sexy girls, while the others watched from outside. They both were a cum soaked mess when the men were finished with them. When the affair come to an end, Crystal was even more popular than she ever was before. And like her sister, she developed a fetish for the big black cock. It broke up her relationship with her current boyfriend. His little pale cock just did not measure up. From then on, size and stamina did matter!  No more quickies for Crystal; she wanted her pussy to feel filled up and stretched from then on!