The advent of a more liberal society has revolutionized the life of the modern American woman, opening up new vistas both professionally and personally. As with most social revolutions, however, the changes are apt to be slow and sporadic, leaving untouched many of those it hopes to reach.
One category, that of the newly widowed, reflects the uneven progress of social change-- women placed into the situation of losing their husbands have long been considered weak and dependent with little consideration given to their true personalities or capabilities.
Living in this shadow and its traditions, the woman in this story, Tina Powers, casts a new light onto these women, people who have been long stereotyped. Both ambitious and adventurous, she finds herself suddenly confronted by a sexual liberalism which challenges her curiosity.
WIDOW READY TO SUCK-a chronicle of our times. The story of a woman trapped in a tide of social change.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Cora Lee Edwards stood in front of her dresser mirror practicing to look like a widow. She wasn't doing a very good job of it. Her husband Earl had just died, and his funeral was coming up in a few days. It was important for Cora to look solemn and grieving. But she was just too excited to look sad.
Her eyes kept drifting from the mirror to the window. From that window she had a fine view of the ranch she'd inherited-and the ranch hands. Those young ruggedly-built men kept passing by her window, and she wanted to get it on with every single one of them. She'd felt that way for a long time, but now that she was a widow, she could do something about it.
"Come on, Cora," she said to herself, "keep your mind on business."
She forced herself to look back at the mirror and to practice sad faces. But she couldn't help noticing how attractive she looked, a petite blond with large thrusting tits, tiny waist, and pretty face. She knew she wasn't going to have any trouble attracting men. She could hardly wait to get started. But first she had to get through the funeral.
She produced a genuine frown as she thought about her marriage. That marriage had been her idea of hell. Oh, it wasn't that Earl had been cruel to her or anything. He'd been a nice old guy. It was just the frustration of being a young hot-blooded woman married to a man too old to cut the mustard. She'd been close to going out of her mind with frustration.
Earl had married Cora when she was a teenager, wild for her body, but he was old enough to be her grandfather, and it showed in bed. Their sex life had been pretty limited to start with, and by the time he died, ten years later, they had no sex life at all. The real hell for Cora had been looking at all those young studs who worked the ranch, looking and yearning.
But now the yearning was over, and the action was about to begin. A big smile of anticipation lit the young widow's face as she thought about all the fun she was going to have. The ranch was all hers, and she was the only woman around for fifty miles. It was a horny girl's paradise. She couldn't help chuckling as she thought about it.
Then she saw her reflection. Some widow! She was grinning from ear to ear. She gave up her attempts to look sad and turned away from the mirror. She felt too distracted to practice any more. Her pussy had that all-too-familiar hot ache. She just wished it would go away till after the funeral, when she could finally do something about it.
Her eyes drifted to the window again. As fate would have it, the ranch foreman, Russ Williams, was just passing by, and Cora almost moaned with longing. Of all the guys who worked at the ranch, Russ had always turned her on the most. In his mid-thirties, strong as a bull, more macho than the Marlboro Man, he was everything she wanted in a stud.
On impulse Cora threw the window open and called out, "Oh, Russ, could I see you for a minute?"
"Sure, Mrs. Edwards," he said, "I'll come around to the front door."
Cora made one last check of her appearance. She was wearing a filmy blue negligee, and through it she could see her lacy bra and bikini panties. Her high-heeled satin slippers showed off her pretty little feet. If Russ didn't feel any attraction for her in that outfit, then he wasn't interested in girls.
She hurried to the front door and let him in. She almost shivered with horniness as she ushered him into the living room. He was over six feet tall, a real hunk, and there was a bulge at the fly of his jeans that made her mouth water. She sat down on the couch and patted the place beside her.
"What can I do for you, ma'am?" he asked.
A good question. Cora hadn't thought of any excuse for asking him in. She wished she had the nerve to ask him for what she really wanted-the first decent fuck of her life. But that would seem out of place, considering the fact that her husband and Russ' old boss wasn't even buried yet.
On the other hand, why not go for it? What difference would a few days make? She was just about dying of frustration right now, and she really wondered if she could survive till after the funeral. Nobody would have to know but her and Russ. She scooted closer to him, so close that their thighs touched, and she batted her big blue eyes at him.
"Well, Russ," she cooed, "you'll probably think I'm silly, but I invited you in just because I feel lonely. I don't have a man any more, and that feels weird."
"Why, I can understand that, ma'am," he said in a fatherly tone, patting her knee. "But it won't last long. A girl as pretty as you will be married again in no time."
Marriage wasn't exactly what Cora had in mind. AH she really wanted was to get laid- and fast. She wet her hand on Russ' leg and leaned against him, cuddling close. His big hard body was turning her on like crazy. She could feel hot sticky cream leaking from her hungry cunt and soaking her panties.
"I can't wait for marriage, Russ," she said, her voice husky with longing. "I need somebody to hold me right now, this very minute. Could you do that, please?"
Russ reddened and said awkwardly, "Why, I suppose so, Mrs. Edwards."
He put one big brawny arm around her, and Cora slid onto his lap. He got even redder. She wriggled her shapely little ass around, getting comfortable and feeling that big lump at his fly. Then she nibbled and kissed her way up his neck and darted her wet tongue tip into his ear. The big ranch foreman gave a snort of alarm.
"Now, hold on, ma'am," he exclaimed, "we can't do none of that."
"Oh, I don't mean anything serious by it, Russ," Cora cooed. "It just makes me feel a little less sad and lonely if we cuddle. You want to make me feel better, don't you?"
"Er, uh, yes, ma'am," he stammered.
"Good," Cora said, "this will help, too."
She kissed him and darted her tongue into his mouth. She thought Russ was going to shoot right through the ceiling. A heavy shudder ran through his powerful body, and he gave a growl of surprise. Or was it excitement? Cora knew that he and the other men didn't get into town very often. They all had to be horny as hell.
She worked her naughty tongue in and out of his mouth, and she quickly unbuttoned his cotton shirt. It was summer, so he wasn't wearing an undershirt. Her fingers laced through the thick coarse hairs of his chest, and again the big man shuddered. She thought she felt that lump in his fly start to grow.
That really excited her. It had been years since she'd taken a stiff cock. It had been years since Earl had been able to make love to her, and he was the only man she'd ever had. In all those years of sexual frustration, she kept wondering what it would be like with other men, men her own age. Now she was about to find out.
But there was no big hurry. She wanted to do things right. She wanted to draw out this experience and milk it for every single drop of pleasure. There were so many things she wanted to try, things she'd only read and heard about. She shrugged her negligee off her shoulders and let it fall to her waist.
As she broke off the kiss, Russ' eyes dropped to her tightly packed bra. Cora was proud of her large but perfectly firm tits, and she knew they made quite an enticing sight. She let him stare for a moment, then undid the front catch of the bra and let the cups snap apart. Her gorgeous naked tits tumbled free.
"Oh, Mrs. Edwards," Russ said hoarsely, "you oughtn't to do that."
"Call me Cora, honey," she purred, "and don't worry. You're just helping me out, doing your job. I'm the new boss now, remember, and you're working for me."
"Yes, ma'am-I mean, Cora," Russ said awkwardly, "but I worked for Mr. Edwards so many years, I feel like it'd be disloyal to get it on with his widow."
Terrific, Cora thought, a decent man.
She didn't want a decent man; she wanted a horny, wicked man. But she wanted Russ' body so bad, she was willing to work for it. "Now, don't you worry, Russ," she said soothingly, "we won't do anything serious. I just wanta play around a little. No harm in that, now is there?"
As she spoke, she took his big callused hands and set them palms down on her naked breasts. Russ shivered, and his eyes kind of glazed over. She pressed his hands to her tits, and her nipples went erect with arousal, poking into his palms. Her swelling tits throbbed and radiated heat against his hands. No man had played with her tits in a long time. She was creaming right through her panties as she held Russ' hands to her sensitive lust-engorged melons.
"Please, Russ," she breathed, "just play with me a little, honey. I'm so lonely."
She let go of his hands, and to her relief, he didn't jerk them away. His face flushed, his eyes hot, he began to squeeze and mold her tits. Cora sank back against the couch with a happy gurgle. This was more like it. She was starved for a man's touch, and her tits throbbed and tingled in response.
"Mmmmmmm, yes, honey, that's so nice," she sighed.
"I'm just doing this, and then I'm gettin' out of here," Russ said hoarsely. "This just isn't right, Cora. OF Earl must be turning over in his grave." He stopped and got very red in the face. "Aw, shit, he isn't even buried yet."
He started to pull away, and Cora thought fast. She couldn't let him go yet. They were just getting started, and her lust was at the boiling point. If he left the house without satisfying her, she really would go out of her mind with horniness. She had to do something that would change his mind.
Quickly she slid off his lap and down between his legs. Before Russ knew what was happening, the lusty young widow was on her knees before him and grabbing for the zipper of his jeans. She got it open and saw to her delight that he wasn't wearing shorts. His massive cock lurged free, long and thick and semi-hard. Cora gave a lusty moan and grabbed for it, curling her fingers around the fat hairy base.
"Mrs. Edwards, I mean, Cora," Russ gasped, "stop that. You know that ain't right.
Why, poor ol' Earl is lying right next door in the parlor, not even buried yet, and- Ohhhhh, Jesus."
Cora's hot little tongue had flashed out, hungry and glistening, and it was lashing the sensitive head of his cock. The pleasure was sudden and electric. Russ slumped back, panting and breathing raggedly. As if hypnotized, he watched her naughty pink tongue swirling around and around the swelling purple head of his prick.
Cora knew she had his attention, and now all she had to do was keep it. She used her tongue to coat every bit of his bulbous cock head with her hot spit. As she tongued him, she felt his prick growing in her fist, pushing her fingers wider and wider apart. His cock grew long and swollen, and it throbbed lustily in her hand.
"Mmmmmm, Russ, you're getting a hard-on for me," she cooed.
"I'm only human, Cora," he said hoarsely, "but dammit, promise me you won't go any farther than this. We owe Earl that much."
"Sure, honey," Cora lied.
She was starting to feel like she was seducing a Sunday school teacher. But then Earl had chosen Russ as foreman because he was loyal and had strong principles. Earl would have been proud of him now. A sex-starved young widow was going down on him, mad for his body, and he was doing his best to resist her. Yes, Earl had chosen well. But Cora was determined to win. She was going to seduce the socks off the puritanical ranch foreman.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm," she gurgled, lashing his swollen cock head with her fever-hot tongue.
Russ wasn't jumping up and running out the door, so she'd at least accomplished that much. She noticed thick globs of cream oozing from his piss hole, and she went for them hungrily, spearing them up with the pointed tip of her tongue and gobbling them. It had been so long since she'd gone down on a tasty cock, she wanted to gorge herself on that salty liquid.
She found herself drooling all over his taut prick head as she gobbled his cream. Glancing up, she saw that Russ was very red in the face, his nostrils flaring, his eyes hot and glassy with excitement. It wasn't going to take much to put him over the edge and make him forget all his moral principles. She thought she knew just what would do the trick.
Opening her pink-glossed lips very wide, she started bringing them down around the enormous purple knob of flesh. Her lips were stretched almost to bursting by the foreman's huge cock head, but she managed to pop it into her steamy little mouth. She inched more of his cock inside, and he clawed the couch and gave a powerful horny shudder.
"Awwwwww, Jesus," he groaned.
Cora managed to stuff about half his cock into her mouth. Then she drew in her cheeks and started sucking, an obscene wet sound that echoed through the room. Russ' eyes rolled back in his head and then closed. He slumped back against the couch and panted hard. His cock throbbed like crazy on her tongue. She had him now.
"Christ, yeah, suck it, honey," he groaned, "suck me the hell off."
Cora would have grinned if she could. She had him just where she wanted him, horny out of his mind and ready for fun. She sucked slowly, sensuously, on his wildly pulsating prick, teasing him and arousing him to fever pitch. She suctioned the delicious cream out of his piss hole and swallowed it with a greedy sigh. She felt like she could go on sucking his hard handsome cock all day.
Russ obviously wouldn't have minded if she did. He was through fighting it, through protesting and worrying about pool ol' Earl. Cora wasn't worried about Earl. Earl had had his day. He'd had bundles of money and, before settling down and marrying Cora, he probably fucked half the women in the state. There was no reason at all to feel worry for Earl.
Silently she thanked him, though, for teaching her what she knew about love-making. Before he got too pooped to pop, he'd showed her just about everything there was to do in bed. Now she'd been waiting years to try it out on somebody. She was drooling all over Russ' cream-oozing prick, and as her excitement mounted, she sucked him faster and harder.
"Jesus, yeah," Russ groaned, "keep suckin', sugar, get me off."
Cora sucked faster, more greedily, drawing the delicious cream from his prick and gobbling it. His rugged features were contorted with lust, his teeth flashing as he groaned and panted. She tried to think when was the last time he'd been to town. It had to be almost a month. He was way overdue for some action. No wonder he'd stop fighting her!
She went into high gear, sucking his cock fast and hard, pumping her hot little fist up and down his violently throbbing shaft. He was damned close to coming, she was sure of it, and she drooled as she anticipated a whole steaming mouthful of his jism. She hadn't tasted come in a long, long time.
She just wondered how she'd gotten through the past couple of years, with no sex at all, and dozens of handsome horny young men around her every day. Most of them had the hots for her, too, which had made it even more frustrating. But she didn't believe in cheating, so she'd stayed faithful to Earl, even though she was eating her heart out.
Now she was going to make up for all those frustrating days and nights without sex. She was going to fuck herself silly. She was going to make it with every man she could grab. Just thinking about it was enough to drive her wild. She gave a long hard suck on Russ' nearly-exploding cock, and he yelped and began to come.
"Awwwwww, Jesus, aaaggghhhhh!" he roared.
Cora gurgled blissfully as he pumped her mouth full of his thick steaming come. She let the stuff collect, savoring it, till her cheeks threatened to burst. Then she gulped it down hungrily, and Russ sank back with a big happy sigh. She licked her lips clean of his jism, and he looked at her kind of shyly.
"Thanks, Cora," he said, "that was real nice, I have to admit."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Russ," she purred. "Now how about doing something nice for me?"
She stood up and dropped her negligee and her opened bra. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her bikini panties and inched them down slowly and tantalizingly, popping them over her firm shapely ass, then down over her golden puff of a bush. Russ' eyes were getting hot and horny again. Naked, she got up on the couch.
Stretching out on her back, she bent her knees and opened her thighs wide, showing Russ the moist pink line of her pussy and its light fringe of golden curls. She shivered with excitement. How long had it been since a man had brought her off? Years. It was hard to believe she waited that long and kept her sanity.
"I went down on you, cowboy," she grinned, "now you go down on me."
"Ma'am," he leered, "I don't mind if I do."
He crawled between her eagerly parted thighs, and she whimpered with need when she felt his hot breath on her naked slit. She dug her carefully manicured nails into the touch as he folded back the furry lips of her pussy and exposed the juicy red bud of her clit. Then his head dipped down, and she felt the delicious electric contact of his tongue on her most sensitive organ.
"Ooooo, honey, yesssss!" she squealed.
He wasn't being awkward or bashful now. Russ had obviously been around. He knew just how to eat pussy, just how to drive a woman wild with his tongue. He used the stiff but juicy tip to flick up and down over her joy button, giving her steady little stabs of pleasure. The sex-starved young widow was in heaven.
"Ohhhh, baby, that's so good," she gurgled. "Keep doing it to me, Russ, don't stop, ever."
She kept her legs wide open, offering him her whole creamy slit, but he stuck to the most responsive and sexy-feeling part of all, the swelling button of her clit. He lashed it faster and faster with his stiff tongue tip, bringing the moaning blond swiftly and steadily towards climax. Her pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace, and she clawed hard at the couch.
She'd chosen well when she picked the first man to seduce as a free woman. Russ had been a little hard to convince, but he was a terrific lover. He was bringing her effortlessly toward orgasm, and after just a minute or so of his skilled tonguing, it was all she could do to keep from climaxing. Greedily she tried to prolong the pleasure.
"Oooooo, shit, ooooo," she howled, "that feels so fuckin' good, honey, I just love that!"
She didn't think it could get any better, in fact-but it did. Russ tongue-lashed her supersensitive joy button till she was whimpering on the very brink of orgasm. But just as she was about to come, he shifted gears, moving off her clit and trailing his big hot tongue deeper between her legs till he was rimming the tight little mouth of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, my God, honey, you're driving me crazy," Cora moaned, her voice hoarse with excitement.
He was gliding his tongue inside her cunt. He made it long and stiff, and he crammed it into her, right to the root, stuffing her starved little cunt with the juicy hot meat. She screamed in ecstasy and almost flew off the couch. This was something even Earl had never done to her. This was the most exquisite pleasure she'd ever known.
"Unnnnhhhhh, Russ, yessss," she groaned, "fuck me with your big ol' tongue, honey, make me come."
And that was just what he did. Shoving his big hands under her ass and holding her steady, he hammered his tongue into her slick and needy cunt, fucking her with it, doing it to her hard and fast. Her head lolled back, and she sobbed in ecstasy as she got the stiff hot reaming she'd been craving for so long. No way in the world could she keep from coming now.
"Unnnhhhh, baby, that's it," she gasped, "you're making me come, Russ, unnnhhhhhh, whhaaahhhhhh!"
Her curvy little body bucked wildly, but Russ clutched her ass hard and kept on target, tongue-fucking her through a magnificent body-wracking orgasm. She came and came. She'd been needing that climax for so long, it just went on till she'd soaked Russ' face without about a gallon of sizzling cream. At last she flopped back, limp, sighing with relief, and he raised his head and grinned at her.
"I hope that takes care of your little problem, boss lady," he chuckled.
"It's a start," Cora said, grinning back at him, "but I got a real severe problem here, Russ, and it could use some more work. Let's go to my bedroom and get more comfortable."
As Russ followed her down the hall, they passed the open parlor where Earl was laid out. "Sorry about this, boss," Russ said sheepishly to the corpse, "but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."
Chapter Two
Cora led Russ into her bedroom. She'd had her own room for several years now, and she considered her king-size bed a virgin. Nobody had ever made love in it, although she must have masturbated herself to sleep in that bed hundreds of times. Now it was about to lose its cherry, if a bed could be said to have such a thing.
She thought about all those long, lonely nights when she'd tossed and turned in that bed, dying of horniness and thinking of all the horny young ranch hands sleeping just a few hundred feet away in the bunkhouse. She'd made up lusty fantasies about them and beat off. It was the only way she could relieve her red-hot pussy and get some sleep.
In the most wicked of her fantasies, she'd walk naked into the bunkhouse, switch on the light, and invite every single ranch hand to fuck her, one after the other. In her fantasy, though, she never got beyond the second or third guy without coming like crazy. Those fantasies and all that beating off had saved her sanity.
But now she didn't have to fantasize any more. She was a single woman again, and she could fuck any guy she wanted and not feel a bit guilty about it. Maybe she should have waited till after Earl was buried, but it turned out she couldn't. So she wasn't going to feel bad about it. She wasn't going to let anything spoil her fun.
She turned to look at Russ and give him an inviting grin. She was delighted to see that his massive cock was rock-hard again, so engorged and heavy that it weaved lewdly before him, bulging with blue veins and dripping hot cream. Her pussy boiled and juiced as she studied that swollen slab of meat.
"Come on, honey," she panted, hurrying for the bed, "I can hardly wait."
"Well, I don't know, Cora," Russ frowned, "maybe this is going a little too far."
She turned again, to glare at him this time, and saw that he was grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, Russ, you big tease," she giggled, "come on."
She jumped up on the huge bed, and Russ came right after her, rolling her onto her back and kissing her. The first time they'd kissed, she'd been in charge, but now he took over, stuffing her mouth with his hot tongue. Her lust-filled nipples poked into the thick coarse hairs of his chest, throbbing hard, and she creamed helplessly and soaked her inner thighs.
It had been thrilling to suck him off and get tongue-fucked by him, but that was just for openers. Now they were getting down to serious business. She shuddered to think how long it had been since she'd been fucked. Far too long, that was for sure. She couldn't stop her eager trembling as Russ explored her mouth with his big hot tongue.
"Mmmmm-hmmmmm," she moaned, running her hands over his big hard body.
She ran one hand all the way down to his cock and wrapped her fingers around it. The thick column of hot meat throbbed in her grasp, so big she could hardly get her fingers around it. His cock was long, stiff as steel, and drooling, all ready for action. Cora saw no reason to wait another second.
Breaking off their steamy kiss, she cried hoarsely, "Fuck me, Russ, I need it so bad I could die."
"Shit, little lady, I better take care of you right away, then," he drawled, rolling fully on top of her.
Moaning with need, Cora opened her legs wide and let the massively built foreman sink down between her hot silky-skinned thighs. He plugged the hugely engorged head of his cock into the moist little pit of her cunt mouth, stretching the opening widely, going about an inch into her. Cora sobbed with lust and soaked his prick head with a huge burst of scalding cream.
"Unnnhhhh, yes, get into meeee!" she cried.
Russ shoved his hands under her ass and held her lustily writhing torso steady. Growling with lust, he started working his cock into her, while she sobbed and clung tightly to him, going out of her mind with arousal. This was the moment she'd been waiting for all these years, the sensation she'd craved more than anything in the world.
"Oooooo, honey, yes, give me every inch of it," she wept, clawing his broad shoulders, "cram me with it, Russ."
"Jesus, you're tight," he groaned.
No wonder, Cora thought bitterly. Her cunt had hardly been used. She'd been a virgin teenager when Earl married her, and they hadn't fucked much. She was still as tight as an adolescent girl, even in her mid-twenties. But her greedy little cunt was expanding and juicing to take Russ' massive boner, and she wasn't afraid of his size. The bigger, the better.
She panted and sobbed her relief as his swollen prick reached her womb, filling her completely, throbbing against every inch of her greedily gripping pussy. It felt so great, she was practically coming already. She was soaking his deeply-thrust cock with rush after rush of molten cream, unable to stop that heavy juicing. Russ felt her lusty shuddering and looked down at her in amazement.
"Why, honey, you really are horny, aren't you?" he asked. "What's wrong, wasn't ol' Earl giving you much?"
"None at all," Cora sighed, "not for years."
"Shit," Russ muttered, "no wonder you're horny. But don't worry, sugar, I'm gonna take care of you real good."
Cora gurgled happily. She hoped he really meant that. She hoped he'd fuck her brains out. Now, holding her hot little ass and bringing her tight against him, he started pistoning his huge hard boner in her snug but slippery cunt, and she whimpered in ecstasy. She drenched his plowing prick with scalding cream.
"Ohhh, yeah, honey, fuck me," she moaned, "fuck me forever, Russ, don't ever stop."
Her cunt was greedily gripping and fiery hot around his deep-driving cock, and she was juicing steadily and uncontrollably. She'd never been so horny in her life. But then she'd never been so sex-starved in her life. She couldn't stay meek and passive. She started jerking her hips to Russ' horny rhythm, fucking right back at him, rubbing her swollen clit against his sawing shaft.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she chanted hoarsely.
"Oh, baby, are you hot," Russ groaned, "hotter than a pistol."
That wasn't any wonder, either. Cora was young, healthy, and hot-blooded, with all a normal female's needs and desires, but those needs hadn't been taken care of for about five years now. She wondered if she could ever satisfy all the lust she had stored up. Maybe she'd die trying, but what a way to go!
Russ sensed her powerful need, and he gave her exactly what she was craving, a good hard fucking that made her petite body shudder with the impact. It was rough, but she loved it. It was just what she needed, a deep and through reaming of her lusty little twat. Her horny hips kept the tempo, matching his thrusts, and the big bed began to creak.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, do it to me, honey, fuck the living shit out of me," she howled.
She thought of all the nights she'd fantasized about this man, masturbating like crazy as she pretended he was fucking her. She'd cram two or three fingers into her starved little box and jerk them fast and hard, like a real-live cock. She could make herself come like crazy that way.
But it couldn't compare with the real thing. Russ' huge steel-hard boner was reaming out her twat, giving her blast after blast of pleasure. His rigid shaft was rubbing up and down her clit, a whole separate source of hot sensations. Cora hurtled helplessly toward orgasm, moaning all the way and creaming uncontrollably.
Greedily she arched her body, taking Russ' pounding cock as deep as she could get it, making her sensations even more intense. She couldn't remember ever having been fucked this well. It gave her some idea of how things were going to be from now on. She was going to be making it with young vigorous men-and as many of them as she wanted!
It was going to be the answer to a horny widow's prayers. Cora knew she could have just about any man on the ranch. Most of them had flirted with her or eyed her hungrily. She'd chosen the most difficult one to start out with. Russ had been the most loyal to Earl, and he was the hardest to seduce. But here he was fucking her, and if she could seduce him, she could get anybody.
What a delicious prospect that was! Even as she clung to Russ and enjoyed the deep hard fucking he was giving her, she was thinking ahead to future fun. Her excitement was overpowering. She threw her legs around Russ' heaving back and locked them there, letting his pile-driving cock penetrate to her core.
"Hard, honey," she sobbed, "fuck me as hard as you can, I'm gonna come."
With a lusty snarl Russ moved into high gear, fucking her so hard that the big bed groaned and Cora's body shuddered with the impact. She closed her eyes tightly, let her head loll back, and felt herself being fucked into the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced. It began in the fiery depths of her cunt and exploded out to consume every inch of her. She went into violent spasms of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh, God, you did it, I'm coming!" she howled. "Ohhhhhhh, Russ, whaahhhhh!"
"Jesus!" he yelped.
Her incredibly snug pussy hole was clamping and squeezing around his cock, a hard horny action that almost made him come. But Russ had his second wind, and he was determined to go on fucking the boss' horny young widow as long as he could. This rare pleasure might not come his way again. He gritted his teeth and rode out her climax.
Cora didn't know how long it went on, just that it was the longest and most intense orgasm she'd ever had. And to make things even better, when she finally started coming down from it, she felt Russ' huge cock deep inside her, just as hard and ready as ever. That really was a dream come true for the sex-starved young woman.
On those rare occasions when she and Earl had fucked, Cora had loved it, but she'd always wanted more. Earl would roll over and go to sleep after one delicious fuck, and his restless young wife would lie there in the dark seething with frustration and longing. She needed two, three, maybe even more climaxes before she felt fully satisfied.
Well, she wasn't going to have that problem with Russ, obviously. His cock felt stiff as steel inside her, throbbing and vigorous. She soaked it with another helpless spurt of molten cunt cream. Russ felt the hot squirt of juice, and he chuckled knowingly and gave her ass a playful squeeze.
"You want more, don't you, honey?" he grinned.
"Oh, yes, Russ, please," Cora said breathlessly. "I don't mean to be a hog, but, gosh, it's been such a long time, and I need it so bad."
"Hey, no problem, boss lady," he leered, "I intend to give you all you can handle. But let's try it another way now. Be my little doggy."
He pulled his dripping prick out of her steamy box, and Cora rolled onto her hands and knees. She shivered in lusty anticipation when she felt his big callused hands caressing her hips and getting a firm hold. Then the massive hard head of his cock was spreading her pussy lips and plugging the mouth of her cunt.
"Unnhhhh, yeah, Russ, stick that big thing into me," she moaned, clawing the bed in her eagerness.
She moaned steadily as he eased the fat slab of meat into her. It felt so damned good to be taking a cock again after all those maddening years without sex. She couldn't help her heavy horny creaming, and she soaked his prick with the sizzling juice even before it was fully into her. She whimpered with satisfaction as his cock finally butted up against her womb.
"Ohhhhhh, God, yessss," she gurgled.
He began fucking her slowly and deeply, obviously savoring the sensation, sheathing his cock again and again in the hot wet velvet of her cunt. Her hips writhed sensuously to his rhythm, and she whimpered and clawed the bed. Once again she wondered how she'd survived all those years without this incredible pleasure.
But Russ' slow fucking didn't satisfy her for long. She had years of bottled-up lust to take care of, and she needed hard rough action. She began to jerk her hips faster, signaling the kind of movement she wanted. But Russ seemed to pay no attention. He was sighing happily as he slowly and deeply worked his long rigid cock in her slippery pussy hole.
"Honey, fuck me harder, please," Cora whimpered.
"What's that, honey?" Russ chuckled. "I didn't quite hear you."
Cora spoke very distinctly. "Fuck me harder, please, Russ," she cried. "I'm soooo horny, I need it real hard."
"Okay, sugar, I got the message," he laughed.
Cora had the feeling he was purposely teasing her, just to hear her beg for his cock. She didn't care. Whatever turned him on, fine, just as long as she got the results she was after. And she did. Russ firmed his grip on her lustily wriggling hips and started fucking into her fast and hard. She let out a wail of delight.
"Ooooo, yeah, honey, that's it," she cried, "just fuck my brains out, baby, really give it to me."
She had to grab fistfuls of bedspread to keep from being knocked over by the force of his fucking. His flat belly was slapping hard and loud against her ass. She wasn't complaining, though. She was loving it, moaning in ecstasy as she took the deep rough thrusts of his big hard cock. Now he was giving her the thorough reaming she needed so badly.
Each hard cramming motion of his cock gave her a blast of pleasure, and that pleasure kept building in her pussy, making her hotter and hotter. Greedy for even more of the wonderful sensations, she gradually but steadily tightened her cunt around his pistoning cock, increasing the hot friction. Russ groaned with lust as he felt that deliberate tightening action.
"Shit, honey, you trying to drive me crazy?" he growled.
Cora just chuckled. She bet Russ wasn't worrying about Earl any more. He'd probably forgotten all about his former boss as he fucked Earl's highly appreciative widow. And that was just the way Cora wanted it. Her new life was beginning, and she wanted to shed all traces of the past. She wasn't Earl's wife any more. She was Cora Edwards, a widow, a free and lusty young woman who intended to enjoy all the pleasures she could find.
Now once again she hurtled helplessly toward climax, Russ' rock-hard boner pounding faster and faster in her cunt, the king-size bed starting to quiver and creak. And once again she was so glad she'd picked Russ for the first fuck of her new life. He was the stallion she needed in her bed. He was giving her the tireless rough fucking she had to have.
"Unnnnhhhh, yes, honey, keep doing that," she panted, "keep fucking me real hard."
Russ observed her with amazement. She had the tightest cunt he'd ever been into, yet she wanted a harder fucking than any woman he'd ever known. He didn't understand how her tiny box could take that brutal pounding, yet every time he slowed down, she got impatient and begged him to do it to her harder, faster. He shook his head in wonder.
Ol' Earl had been a regular billy goat in his day, chasing every pretty woman for three counties around, so it had never occurred to Russ that he wouldn't take good care of a wife in bed. But it seemed something ironic had happened. By the time Earl found the nubile teenage bride of his dreams, he couldn't give her the kind of loving she needed.
So it had fallen to Russ to do the job for Earl. He didn't feel sorry for his late boss. Earl would gladly have fucked himself to death if he'd had the time. Russ was glad he was around to take up the job where Earl had left off. His beautiful blond widow was just aching for some loving, and Russ was delighted to give it to her.
"Am I fucking you good, honey?" he leered. "Is this the way you want it?"
"Unnnnhhhh, God, yesssss," Cora gurgled, "just keep fucking me real hard, Russ, fuck me till I can't take any more."
Russ fully intended to carry out that assignment. She was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever been to bed with, and he was going to enjoy her as long as he could. He felt the gradual but steady tightening of her greedy little pussy around his cock, and he knew she was right on the brink of coming. He decided to give her a really hot send-off.
As Russ had guessed, Cora was on the edge of orgasm. She felt him reaching around her to take her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He began to massage the tender little button, all the while fucking her good and hard. Her pleasure was doubled, hot stabs of it radiating from her cunt and clit. She simply couldn't contain it all.
The violent orgasm seemed to blast out from both her clit and her box, shaking her body, and her cunt went into spasm around Russ' deeply buried cock. He groaned excitedly as her strong young cuntal muscles squeezed and released his dick in a horny massage. Her molten cream soaked his meat.
Russ gritted his teeth and rode out another of her orgasms. It would have been so easy to let himself go and blast her full of come, but he felt greedy. He wanted to fuck her till he dropped. He had a hunch this little widow was just starting to cut loose and that she'd be after every guy on the ranch. His turn might not come again soon.
When she finished coming, he drew his dripping cock from her smoking pussy hole and stretched out on his back. Cora turned to see what he was doing, and her big blue eyes focused hotly on his rigidly standing cock. It was pointed lewdly at the ceiling, thick and blue-veined and drooling. She moaned softly and licked her lips, and she felt her lust boiling back even though she'd just had a long hard climax.
"Sit on it, sugar," Russ leered, "and I'll take you for a nice hard ride."
"Cowboy, that sounds terrific." Cora grinned.
She hurried over to mount his stiff-standing cock. Throwing a leg over him, she poised herself right over his massive hard-on, rubbing the slippery flesh of her pussy over the fat swollen head till it sank into her moist cuntal opening. With the head of his cock snugly inside her, she gave an eager whoop and slid down the rigid shaft.
"Ooooooo, yesssss," she cried.
"Ohhhhh, Christ," Russ groaned.
She was sitting on his cock, and only his balls were showing. He could feel the velvety lining of her cunt all around his meat, gripping and throbbing and creaming. Snarling with lust, he grabbed her by the waist and started fucking her hard. She shrieked with delight, her pretty face twisting into a lusty grimace.
"Oh, yeah, honey, fuck me good and hard," she gurgled, "I just love it that way."
"I've noticed," Russ leered.
He was also noticing the fantastic view he had in this position. While Cora wailed and rode his pistoning prick, he could watch her lust-contorted face and lustily flashing teeth. He could watch her magnificent big tits swinging and bouncing. Most exciting of all, he could watch his thick cock plowing in and out of her cunt, spreading her delicate pussy lips wide and forcing out her cream. All these enticing sights brought his lust to the boiling point.
"Ooooo, shit, you're fucking me so good, honey," Cora howled. "I love it, Russ, don't stop."
Russ wished he never had to stop, but he couldn't hold out forever. Watching her as he fucked her, seeing her lust-twisted expression and voluptuous body, he was getting horny out of his mind. All he could think about was boiling his load into her womb, flooding her with the stuff. Once again she started tightening her twat around his meat, and he knew that this time he wouldn't be able to hold out against that squeezing action.
Snarling and growling, he spun out of control and fucked into her with everything he had. She rode his cock like it was a bucking bronco, bouncing and wailing. Her cunt grew tighter and tighter, increasing the delicious hot friction between them and sending them both to the brink of orgasm.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, here it comes," Cora gasped. "Unnnhhh, yeah, shit, whaaaahhhhh! I'm coming, Russ, unnggghhhh!"
"Ohhh, Lordy," Russ roared, "aaaggghhh!"
He hammered his huge boiling load into her sucking womb and squeezing cunt. That sizzling flood intensified Cora's climax, and she whimpered in ecstasy as she took it. It had been five long years since she'd had a man's come in her pussy hole, and she'd missed it even more than she'd realized. She and Russ howled and writhed together till they both dropped.
"Oh, Jesus," he sighed as he rolled off the bed and started to dress, "I am fucked out, boss lady. I ain't gonna be able to make it again for a week. See what you did to me?"
"Uh-huh," Cora drawled, "are you complaining?"
"Not hardly," he grinned.
Cora wasn't exactly complaining, either, but she wasn't satisfied yet. That seemed incredible, considering the magnificent fucking the foreman had given her, but it was true. Russ' fucking had just made her eager for more. She had so much lust stored up, so much loneliness to make up for, that maybe one man couldn't do the job.
No problem-she had a whole ranch full of men.
Chapter Three
Cora showered and put on one of her most enticing outfits, skin-tight jeans, western boots, and a cotton shirt that she left unbuttoned to show off her deep cleavage. As she stepped out on the front porch of the ranch house, every man around turned to stare at her, and she knew she'd made the right choice of clothes.
"Hi, fellas," she called, waving.
"Hi, Mrs. Edwards," they chorused.
Most of them pretended to go back to work, though they kept sneaking glances at her as she undulated her way down the front steps and crossed the yard, her shapely little ass shown off by the clinging jeans. Cora sighed wistfully to herself. It was so hard to choose between all those hunks, knowing that she could have had any one of them just by snapping her fingers.
But since she had to make a choice, she'd chosen Lyle, one of the senior ranch hands, a guy she'd had a letch for for a long time. Lyle was trusted with Earl's favorite horses and was usually to be found in the stable grooming them and tending to them. Cora just hoped he liked girls as much as he did horses. She crossed the wide yard and entered the stable building.
Just as she'd hoped, there was nobody there but Lyle. And the horses, of course, but they weren't going to spread any stories. Lyle didn't hear her soft footsteps on the straw-covered floor, and she was able to move up close and observe him at work. He was brushing a horse and humming to himself. Six feet tall, powerfully built, his blond hair bleached almost white by the sun, he was a fantastic hunk. Cora's pussy got all hot and wet as she watched him.
Like Russ, he was one of the long-time employees of the ranch, a favorite of Earl's, and if he was attracted to Cora he'd been too discreet to show it. She'd felt powerfully turned on to him, but she hadn't been able to show it, either, as long as Earl was alive. Now she was going to find out just how things really stood between her and Lyle. "Hello, Lyle," she purred. He jumped with surprise and whirled to stare at her. "Why, Mrs. Edwards," he exclaimed, "I didn't hear you come in. What can I do for you?"
He was so polite-too damned polite, in Cora's opinion. She stepped out of the shadows and walked within a few feet of him where he could see her really good. His eyes traveled up and down her curvy little body, resting only briefly on the pout of her mound and her deep cleavage and thrusting tits. He looked her over, all right, but she couldn't detect a glimmer of lust.
Another tough cookie. But she'd seduced Russ, the toughest of all, and she was determined to seduce Lyle. She moved even closer, so he could smell her delicate but enticing perfume and look right down the half buttoned neck of her shirt to see her swollen tits. Her hungry eyes took in the natural bulge at his fly, and then she raised her head and looked him in the eye.
"I'm a free woman, now, Lyle," she said, "and I can do and say whatever I want. So I want to tell you that I find you a very attractive man. And I want to know how you feel about me."
As he spoke, she trailed her fingers along his arm, her long pink nails making teasing nicks. Lyle shivered. "You don't want to know that," he said huskily.
"Oh, yes, I do," Cora said with a wicked grin. "No holding back, Lyle. I won't be shocked. Tell me what you've been thinking about me all these years."
"Okay, Mrs. Edwards," he said, swallowing hard. "All these years I've wanted to get into your pants. Now, am I fired?"
"Of course not, Lyle," she chuckled. "But why don't we sit down and discuss this a little more? There's a clean empty stall back there."
She grabbed his big hand and led him to the shadowy rear of the building and into a stall where they could have complete privacy in case anybody happened into the stables. She lounged on the straw and drew Lyle down beside her. He wasn't looking cool or indifferent any more. The mask had been dropped, and he was openly ogling her luscious ripe body. "So you've been having naughty thoughts about me, Lyle?" she grinned. "Yes, ma'am," he said, "real naughty." "Tell me one of them," she said. "Well, one of my daydreams is just like this," Lyle said with a smile as he recalled the fantasy. "You come into the stable, and you start coming on to me. So I take you to an empty stall, and we make out."
"Mmmmmm, I like that fantasy, Lyle," Cora said huskily. "Show me what you do first."
He reached out and started unbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way. She had it buttoned so low already, there wasn't much work for him to do. He drew her shirt off and stared hungrily at her tightly-packed bra. Her big swollen tits looked ready to burst from the silky package.
"Go ahead, Lyle," she grinned, "what happens next in your fantasy?"
He gave a low growl, then reached around her and unhooked her bra. He drew it off, and her perfectly firm tits wobbled free, big and melon-shaped and capped with large pink cone-shaped nipples. Lyle gave another horny growl, then reached for her tits, cupping and molding big fistfuls of hot flesh.
"Mmmmmm, yessss," Cora gurgled, "I like this fantasy a whole lot, Lyle." She rolled onto her back in the straw, and Lyle leaned over her, fondling her big hot tits, his eyes glassy with lust. So he'd just been putting on an act, pretending not to be turned on to her-just like Russ. His loyalty to Earl had prevented him from showing his real feelings, but now nothing stood in his way.
Squeezing her luscious big tits together, bringing her lust-swollen nipples into position side by side, he stuck out his tongue and started licking the pink nubs. Cora giggled happily, and her nipples swelled up the rest of the way, going erect and supersensitive under his lashing tongue.
"Mmmmmm, honey, that feels so good," she sighed.
He took his time about it, lathering both nipples with his hot spit. Then he opened his mouth and brought it down around both erect nubs, drawing them aside. He started to suck her tits, and Cora creamed right through her jeans and panties. Hot sensations flared from her nipples and surged through her pussy.
"Ooooo, Lyle, yesss," she gurgled, "suck my tits, baby, I really get off on that."
So did Lyle. As he noisily and greedily sucked her nipples, she watched his crotch and saw it swell. His tight jeans were lewdly tented with a nice big hard-on. Naturally Cora just had to get a look at it, and she went for his fly, quickly unzipping it. She wondered if cowboys ever wore shorts. She was just as glad they didn't. Lyle's stiff cock snapped free of its prison.
"Mmmmmm, just look at that nice big thing," she cooed.
She reached out to pet his big rock-hard boner, and he shivered lustily and drooled all over her throbbing nipples. While he sucked her tits, she played with his cock, petting it and teasing it till glistening globs of juice welled up in his piss hole. She used the tip of her index finger to smear the hot juice all over his massive purple cock head.
"Now what happens in your fantasy, Lyle?" she purred.
He lifted his mouth from her saliva-soaked nipples and said hoarsely, "You sure you wanta know, Mrs. Edwards? It gets pretty raunchy now."
"Lay it on me, Lyle," she grinned, "and please call me Cora."
"Okay, Cora," he said, "here's what happens next-but don't say I didn't warn you."
He threw a leg over her and crouched there, his trim ass just grazing her swollen tits, his drooling cock trailing back and forth over her lips. Hot saliva rushed to her mouth, and she eagerly stuck out her tongue and started licking up the cream that smeared his prick head. He groaned and shivered.
"Why, Lyle, what a hot little imagination you have," she grinned. "What happens now? Do I go wild for your cock and suck you off?"
Lyle grinned broadly. "Matter of fact, honey, that's exactly what happens," he said. "Why, your mind's just as dirty as mine is."
"I sure hope so," Cora gurgled.
She reached out and fisted the thick base of his prick, stopping its lusty waving and lurching. She aimed it right at her mouth. First she gave it a good wet lashing with her tongue, till Lyle was red-faced with lust, his nostrils flaring. Then she opened her pink-glossed lips wide and started sliding them down around his stiff throbbing cock.
"Ohhhhh, shit," he panted, "yes, baby, yes, suck it!"
Cora steadily drew his pulsating boner into the steam heat of her mouth, knowing she was blowing his mind. He'd probably fantasized this scene dozens of times as he jacked off, never dreaming it would come true. He'd never imagined the boss' lusty big-titted young wife would drag him into a stall and go down on him.
But that's what was happening, and her hot juicy mouth was very real around his meat. She was able to take about half his huge prick inside, and she pumped the rest in her hot little fist. She caved in her cheeks and started sucking greedily on his cock, gobbling all the cream she suctioned from his piss hole. He swayed over her, red-faced and groaning.
"Christ, honey, suck," he rasped, "suck it good and hard. Shit, I can't believe this is happening."
Cora found it a little wild herself. For so many years she'd been fantasizing about Lyle and the others, imagining all kinds of outrageous fun she could have with them, but she'd despaired of it ever happening. Now Earl had obliged everybody by dying, and horny fantasies were coming true all over the place.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm," Cora gurgled, gulping the delicious cream from Lyle's cock cleft.
His cock was throbbing like crazy on her tongue, and she knew the burly ranch hand was excited out of his mind and very close to coming. She drooled all over his meat as she anticipated a whole mouthful of his hot tasty come. She sucked faster, harder, and he yelped and spun out of control. He started fucking her mouth, jerking his cock urgently over her slippery tongue.
"Awwwww, fuck, honey, I'm gonna come," he groaned. "Eat it like you do in my daydream, okay?"
"Ummmm-hmmmm," Cora agreed hungrily.
Lyle's eyes rolled back in his head and closed. He wouldn't have heard a runaway freight train careening through the stables. He wasn't aware of anything but his exploding balls and squirting cock as he fucked hard at her mouth and then filled it. Her cheeks suddenly bulged with an enormous load of molten jism.
"Eat it, baby, aaagggghhhhh!" Lyle bellowed.
He hammered the stuff into her mouth, blast after blast of it, and she gurgled happily and swallowed it. Then Lyle rolled off her with a happy sigh and lay there in the straw catching his breath. Cora wriggled impatiently. She adored sucking cock, but it didn't get her off, and her pussy was on fire with need.
"I hope your fantasy doesn't stop there, Lyle," she said.
"Oh, no, ma'am," he chuckled, "it's just getting started. Here's what happens next."
He rolled to his knees and took off the rest of her clothes. It took a good strong tug to remove those skin-tight jeans, but her stretch bikini panties came off easily. His eyes glowed lustily as he studied her golden puff of a bush and the moist pink lines of her slit. He moved closer, kneeling between her thighs.
"Why, your pussy's even prettier than in my daydream," he grinned.
He folded back the golden-furred lips and exposed the hooded bud of her clit. He pressed a fingertip to the moist lump and stimulated it in a circular motion. Cora gurgled with pleasure, and thick cream overflowed her cunt and dribbled down over the little puckered mouth of her shitter.
"Mmmmm, that's nice, Lyle," she sighed. "I really like that. Do I like it in your fantasy?"
"You sure do," he chuckled, "and you like this even better."
He went belly down between her splayed thighs and pressed his hot mouth to her clit. She squealed with delight as he sucked the sensitive button into his mouth. She squealed again when he started sucking loudly and greedily on her most sensitive organ. Nothing could feel more heavenly than having her clit sucked.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, Lyle, honey," she moaned, "keep doing that, suck me off. God, I'm so horny."
She couldn't believe how horny! She'd just had a fantastic love-making session with Russ. He'd fucked her in every way they could think of, and she'd gotten off many times. Yet here she was with another man, as horny as ever. Greedily she arched her body and shoved her pulsating clit even farther into Lyle's hotly sucking mouth.
She sobbed with pleasure as the lusty ranch hand sucked her steadily towards orgasm. She didn't know how many orgasms it was going to take before she was finally satisfied, but she was sure she hadn't even hit her stride yet. Five years was a damned long time to go without sex. It had made her so incredibly horny that once she started making love again, she couldn't bear to stop.
"Ohhhhh, baby, that's so damned good," she sobbed. "Keep sucking me, Lyle, make me come."
Lyle shoved his hands under her lustily writhing ass and held her still. She'd been so horny, she'd been wriggling right out of his grasp. But now he could stay on target, and he sucked loudly and swiftly on her throbbing joy button, giving her fantastic blasts of pleasure. She creamed uncontrollably, soaking his face with the sticky hot liquid.
"Unnnhhhh, honey, I'm almost there," she wept.
She heard a muffled chuckle, and then Lyle added a little element of surprise to the scene. Still sucking hard on her clit, clutching her ass to hold her steady, he wriggled his little finger up her asshole. Cora almost flew through the roof, she was so surprised and so wickedly aroused.
"Shit, yes," she hissed, "I love that, Lyle, stick it all the way into me."
Snarling lustily, Lyle popped his whole stiff finger up her tight hot shitter and started jerking it up and down, ass-fucking her with it. This was something her husband had never done to her, a brand-new thrill for the horny young widow. With Lyle's finger stimulating her asshole and his lips sucking her clit, she went rocketing helplessly into orgasm.
"Ahhhhh, shit, honey, I'm coming!" she howled. "Ahhhhhh, God, unnggghhhh!"
That naughty finger of his stayed where it was, pumping deliciously in her ass while she came. But she was writhing so hard, he couldn't keep his lips on her clit. He finger-fucked her and let her come, grinning as he watched. Lyle had never expected to make it with the boss' gorgeous young wife, and he couldn't conceal his glee.
Every guy who worked on the ranch had the hots for her. They talked about her a lot, speculating on what she was like in bed and wondering if the old man kept her contented. Then when Earl died, there was a lot of speculation about who her next husband would be. Nobody had expected her to take a complete vacation from marriage and start seducing the ranch hands.
"Mmmmmm, Lyle, that was so nice," Cora sighed as she stopped coming at last.
"I ain't finished yet," she leered.
Then his blond head was between her thighs again, and she whimpered with excitement when she felt his big thick tongue plowing into her cunt. He crammed her with it, shoving it clear to the root in her snug pussy hole. All the while he'd kept his little finger fully lodged in her shitter, and now she was getting delicious double stimulation.
"Ohhhhh, honey, ohhhhh," she moaned.
Lyle was fucking her with both his tongue and his finger, one reaming her greedy little box, the other her tiny hot shitter. She'd never felt anything so wild in her life. She surrendered herself to it completely, falling back limp and gurgling. She kept her legs wide open, giving him all the room he needed to ream deep in her ass and cunt. She'd just finished coming, but already she was hurtling toward another hot climax.
What if she'd been a good girl and waited till after Earl's funeral to satisfy her lust? She'd have been bananas by then, she was sure of it. And she'd have missed the fantastic fun she was having with Russ and Lyle. She didn't even like to think about that. She pushed all bad thoughts from her mind and concentrated just on the powerful pleasure she was feeling.
"Ohhhh, yeah, honey, do it to me, make me come again," she moaned, clawing up fistfuls of straw.
She was creaming all over Lyle's face and soaking his deep-plowing tongue with the molten liquid. She hadn't been this aroused in a very long time. His tongue pumped faster and faster in her searing-hot cunt, his pistoning finger keeping pace in her asshole. She arched her body toward him to take both tongue and finger as deep as she could get them.
"Just a little more, baby, I'm almost coming," she whimpered.
She closed her eyes tightly, shutting out everything but the fantastic sensations Lyle was giving her. Suddenly her orgasm burst through her, and it seemed to radiate from both her cunt and her shitter. She rocked violently and splattered Lyle's face with thick spurts of tangy come-cream.
"Unnnnhhh, yesss, whaaahhhhh!" she wailed. "You did it, honey, I'm coming!"
Once more Lyle drew back to watch the writhing, moaning girl come, and this time he wriggled out of his jeans while he waited. When Cora stopped coming and opened her eyes, she found him kneeling between her legs, his big cock wagging stiffly and lewdly before him. She gave a horny little gurgle as she studied it.
"Fuck me, Lyle," she moaned eagerly, "stick that big ol' thing into me, honey."
Lyle was too turned on for a coherent reply. He just gave a lusty growl and threw himself onto her, sinking down between her eagerly parted thighs. He shoved hard with his steel-stiff prick, cramming it into her steaming, slippery cunt. She wailed with delight as he shoved it clear to her womb in one hungry thrust. "Ahhhhh, baby, yessss," she howled. "Awwwwww, Jesus," Lyle groaned, "you got a tight little box, honey, real tight."
So tight, in fact, it felt as if she'd rarely been fucked. Lyle was surprised. But he didn't let surprise slow him down. He shoved his hands under her hot little ass, gripped the firm globes, and started fucking her like a pile driver. Snorting and yelping with pleasure, he hammered his swollen cock in her velvety clinging pussy hole.
"Oooooo, yeah, honey, fuck me good and hard," Cora cried, clinging to him, clawing his broad shoulders. "Fuck the living shit out of me, Lyle."
"Ma'am, I'm sure gonna try," the big cowboy groaned. "I'm gonna take you for a good hard ride."
Cora gurgled happily and wrapped her legs around his lustily heaving back, letting him plow to her molten depths. She rubbed her greedy joy button against his sawing shaft and felt herself rocketing fast towards another climax. Would she ever get her fill? It didn't look that way. She felt like she could go on fucking the rest of her life and never get tired of it.
One hot hard fuck just made her greedy for more. Of course she had a lot of stored-up lust to take care of, and it was sure going to take more than one fuck to do that. A hundred, maybe, but not one. Still she was amazed at her capacity. She was making it with her second partner of the day, and she'd lost track of how many times she'd gotten off, yet she kept wanting more.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me real hard, honey," she moaned.
Her cunt was scorching hot and deliciously clinging around Lyle's cock, and he knew he was going to boil his load into her a lot sooner than he wanted to. He was just too damned excited to hold out. His most fantastic jack-off fantasies were coming true as he fucked the boss' squealing, creaming young widow.
Snarling with arousal, he fucked into her faster and faster, feeling her big ripe tits wobbling hard against his chest. Her cunt grew steadily tighter as she approached climax, and it seemed to try to suck the come out of his balls. A few seconds later that was exactly what happened. Lyle roared hoarsely and began jetting his steaming jism into her womb.
"Take it, baby, take my come, awwwwww!" he bellowed, his ass jerking with lightning speed.
"Oooooo, shit, yessss!" Cora wailed. "I'm coming, honey, give it to me, whaahhhhhhh!"
She gurgled in ecstasy as the delicious spasms ripped through her body and Lyle filled her cunt to overflowing with his searing jism. At last they rolled apart, and the big blond cowboy lay in the straw panting for breath and temporarily exhausted. Like Russ an hour earlier, he'd been totally fucked out by the horny young widow.
"Jesus," he gasped, "that was something else."
Cora wasn't fucked out, not in the least. She would have liked to go on having fun with Lyle, but obviously he needed a rest. So she kissed him goodbye, put on her clothes, and headed back for the house, already planning her next adventure. Then she saw a big, new American car coming up the driveway and she grinned broadly.
She wouldn't have to go looking for her next adventure. It was coming to her.
Chapter Four
The car stopped in front of the house, and an attractive city fellow got out. In his late twenties, wearing a three-piece suit and carrying an attache case, his black hair neatly styled, he presented a complete contrast to the casually dressed ranch hands. He saw Cora and smiled. She thought his smile was so sexy.
"Hi, Brent," she called.
"Hi, Cora," he said, coming up to shake hands. "You look like you're doing okay. You seem to be taking things pretty well."
"As well as I can," she sighed, remembering to look sad.
She'd almost forgotten she was a recent widow, but it was time to act like one. Brent Baxter was the family lawyer, and he'd probably come to tell her about Earl's will. She ushered him into the living room and made drinks for both of them, while Brent opened his attache case and took out a thick pile of papers.
"This is Earl's will," he said, "but it's not as complicated as it looks. Basically he left you everything, Cora, the ranch and most of his money. But there are quite a few small bequests to other people."
Cora nodded solemnly and sipped her drink. She was finding it hard to-keep her mind on business. She'd always found Brent Baxter attractive, and today he seemed more desirable than ever. Maybe that was because she was free to flirt with him. As he spoke, she inched closer to him on the couch, till their knees were almost touching. She wondered what he looked like without his expensive suit. With any luck at all, she'd find out.
"There are more than twenty-five small bequests, all to different ladies," Brent was saying. He looked a little embarrassed. "I suppose I ought to explain that to you, Cora, but it's awkward."
"Oh, I know all about it, Brent," she laughed, "so relax. Those ladies are Earl's old girlfriends, girls he was making it with before he married me. He told me he was going to remember them all in his will. I thought that was real nice of him."
Brent breathed a sigh of relief. "You're a terrific lady, Cora," he said. "A lot of wives would have been upset by something like that. But I guess that's all I have to explain to you. As I said, the rest of Earl's estate goes to you."
"Good," Cora smiled, "now you can put those boring old papers away and relax."
She slid her knee over so it touched his. He reddened, and his fingers seemed to shake a little as he put the pile of papers back in his attache case. Cora downed her drink and slid even closer to him, so their bodies touched. She set her hand on his thigh and teasingly petted it, feeling the hard muscle under his pants.
"You're so solid, Brent," she purred. "Do you work out or something?"
"Yes, I go to the gym every day," he said, his voice a little husky.
"That's nice," she cooed. "I like my men big and strong."
She tilted her head up and kissed him, darting her hot and naughty little tongue into his mouth. He gave a muffled exclamation of surprise, but he didn't jump up and run away. When she drew back again, he was very red in the face, and he was breathing hard. His eyes darted to her deep cleavage, then skipped away.
"I've always found you attractive, Brent," Cora said, caressing his leg, "and now I can finally tell you. You turn me on like crazy."
"Cora, the feeling's always been mutual," he said hoarsely. "I found it hard not to show it when Earl was around."
"Well, we don't have to hide it any more, honey," she smiled, reaching for his fly.
This time she had a man who was wearing shorts. That was a real nuisance. She decided she was in favor of as few clothes as possible. She had to unbutton his vest and get that out of the way, and then she had to tug down both his pants and his shorts. But finally her greedy little fingers were curling around his cock. He shivered lustily, and his prick mushroomed into hardness right there in her fist.
"Mmmmmmm, Brent, what a gorgeous hard-on," she purred.
He'd dropped the polite lawyer act and was looking at her with undisguised lust. "It's all yours, baby," he rasped. "Want to take it in the bedroom?"
"Yeah, let's go," Cora grinned.
He looked kind of cute half waddling down the hall and clutching at his fallen pants. He sure wasn't the crisp and cool young attorney she was used to. But she liked taking him off his guard. She led him to her room and started taking off her clothes. He undressed, too, but it took him longer on account of being formally dressed.
While she waited for him, Cora stood naked in front of her dresser mirror and brushed her long shining blonde hair, watching Brent's reflection. He was undressing, but his eyes never left her curvy big-titted body. No wonder he was being clumsy and slow. But at last he discarded the last of his clothing and walked up behind her, cupping her tits and snuggling against her back.
She grinned at him in the mirror and rubbed her naked ass against his stiff cock. She could feel the hot sticky juice of his prick smearing her ass. With a horny gurgle she reached back, grabbed his cock, and stuck it between her legs. They both laughed when the swollen purple head peeked out under her golden bush.
Cora gurgled lustily and rubbed her cream-slick pussy back and forth over the steely rod of flesh. She watched Brent's eyes glaze over with lust. She creamed heavily onto his throbbing boner, and he shivered with horniness. He drew back a little and popped the engorged head of his prick into her cunt mouth, penetrating her about an inch.
"Yesssss," she gurgled, "get into me, honey, give me every inch of that big hard thing."
It was another first for Cora, watching herself in the mirror as she took a man's cock. Brent went into her slowly from behind, savoring every inch of progress, and she kept her thighs parted to watch. His fat blue-veined cock spread her golden-furred pussy lips wide, then sank steadily into her molten depths. His thick fuck tool forced out her cream, and the pearly liquid trickled down her thighs.
"Oooooo, yessssss," she gurgled, "keep going, baby, give me all of it."
Her features were twisting into a lusty grimace, and so were Brent's. She watched her face flush, watched her large conical nipples harden into long stiff nubs as her arousal reached fever pitch. At last his cock butted up against her womb, filling her completely, and more thick cream ran down her inner thighs.
"Ohhhhh, God, that's heavenly," she gurgled, leaning her head against him.
"And hot," he leered. "Your cunt's so damned hot and tight, Cora. I've been wanting in there for years."
"I wanted you there, too," she grinned, "but I don't believe in cheating."
He nodded. "You were a good wife," he said. "Now it's time for you to cut loose and have some fun."
He started pistoning his cock into her from behind, reaming deep in her boiling little box, forcing out her cream. She slumped back against him and let him hold her up by the waist, her eyes focused lustily on his pistoning cock. It was a wicked thrill to watch herself being fucked.
Brent was watching, too, of course, and he was just as insanely aroused as she was. His face was flushed with excitement, his teeth flashing, as he plowed his rock-hard boner deep into her sizzling pussy. As his excitement mounted, he fucked into her faster and harder, making her body quiver with the blows. Her luscious big tits wobbled and bounced.
"Oh, Christ," he groaned, "this is too much. I'm gonna come fast."
"When do you have to be back to the office?" Cora panted.
"I don't," he leered, fucking her even harder. "It's such a long drive out here, I told them I'd be gone all day."
"No problem, then," Cora grinned. "We can fuck ourselves silly."
For emphasis, she squeezed his prick hard with her strongly muscled young cunt. He gave a horny growl and fucked into her even faster and harder. Now her big tits were shaking, and the molten cunt juice poured down her thighs. Her excitement was running away with her, just as Brent's was. This delicious fuck was going to be a quickie.
"Ooooooo, fuck it to me, honey, make me come," she squealed. "Your big cock feels so good in me, Brent."
"Jesus, keep talking like that, and I'm gonna come in about a second," he groaned.
He knew it wouldn't be long, and he wanted to bring her off with him. So he reached around front and found her clit, taking it between his fingers and kneading it. His cock pistoned urgently in her cunt, and his fingers squeezed sparks of pleasure from her clit. She moaned in ecstasy, her eyes rolling as she hurtled toward climax. She didn't close them, though, like she usually did. She wanted to watch herself and Brent when they came.
She didn't have long to wait. With the double stimulation of her cunt and clit, she was coming a few seconds later, hard spasms of pleasure shaking her body violently. She watched her face flush, watched the thick come-juice spurting out around Brent's plowing cock and flooding down her thighs.
"You're making me come!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhh, shit, honey, unnnhhhhhhh!"
"Awwwwwww, Christ, I'm coming!" Brent bellowed.
His face was split by a snarl of ecstasy as he began hammering his load into her. Cora whimpered with pleasure as she watched his lust-contorted face and saw his come overflowing her cunt and gushing down her thighs. Her ripe tits wobbled and swung with the force of his frantic fucking.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit, it's so good, ohhhhhhh!" she howled.
It was the kinkiest fuck she'd had so far, the excitement doubled by watching the whole thing in the mirror. She and Brent laughed and moved apart, heading for the bed. They both knew that delicious session had only been for openers. They climbed onto the king-size bed, and he crawled between her legs, his hot moist breath tickling her pussy.
"Here's something else I've been wanting to do to you for years," he grinned.
He took her long shapely legs and draped them over his shoulders, opening her pussy completely to the light and to his greedy eyes. He licked his lips as he ogled the glistening rosy flesh and its delicate fringe of blonde curls. Then he shoved his face into her gash and started licking her hungrily.
"Ohhhhh, Brent, I love that," she squealed. "Lick my pussy, honey, lick it all over." . This city boy was no slouch when it came to pussy-eating. That big hot tongue of his was all over the place, lathering her gash with hot spit, snaking into every steaming fold and cranny. Cora lolled back against the pillows and sighed blissfully. She didn't think there could be a more exquisite sensation than a man's slick hot tongue lashing all over her pussy.
She fed him a steady supply of her tangy cuntal juices. No way could she control that horny creaming. He gobbled it up as fast as he could, eating most of it, the rest trickling down her ass crack. He explored every inch of her seething slit with his greedy big tongue. He left her panting and whimpering with pleasure.
Then he got serious. His tongue found her clit, the most sensitive and sexy-feeling spot of all. He used the stiff tip of his tongue to swirl around and around the juicy nub, and it quickly swelled into a miniature hard-on, engorged and throbbing. Cora whimpered with delight and kept feeding him hot helpless bursts of cream.
"Ohhhhh, baby, that's heavenly," she gurgled. "Don't stop, get me off that way."
Brent responded by swirling his pointed tongue tip even faster around her violently pulsating clit, till she was squealing and clawing the bed. This guy had been around. He'd developed pussy-eating into a fine art. Cora wanted to gorge herself on those delicious sensations, and Brent seemed eager to give her all she wanted.
He circled her clit till it was fully engorged and exquisitely sensitive. Then he moved in for the kill, catching the pulsating lump between his lips, sucking fast and greedily. Cora almost flew off the bed, and she drenched his face with an enormous rush of scalding cream.
"Unnnhhh, shit, yes," she gasped, "suck me off, Brent, honey, I'll die if I don't come."
Her legs locked around his neck, she left her pussy fully open to him, the sizzling cream pouring uncontrollably from her cunt to soak his bobbing chin and her ass crack. His lewd wet sucking noises filled the room and added to her wild excitement. She closed her eyes and sailed to the brink of climax.
Her clit throbbed violently between his lips, and Brent knew she was about to explode with pleasure. Sucking her cut as far as he could into the steam heat of his mouth, he gave it a long firm squeeze with his lips and brought her off. She bucked wildly, wrenching away from him.
"Ohhhhh, Brent, I'm coming, whaaahhhh!" she howled.
The horny young lawyer watched her rolling around on the bed, her curvy body wracked with orgasmic convulsions. He licked his lips, hungry for more of her tangy cream. The moment she went still, he was between her legs again, lashing his tongue all over her smoking pussy, gobbling up her come.
He cleaned her pussy of the musky juice, but he was greedy for more. Thrusting his big tongue hard into her cunt, he began to ream her out. Cora sank back with a hoarse sob of ecstasy. She adored being tongue-fucked, and Brent was obviously very good at it. His tongue plowed stiffly, deeply into her ever-hungry box.
"Yes, honey, eat me out," she cried hoarsely. "I can't ever get enough of that, Brent."
She was wondering if she could ever get enough of any kind of loving. Her appetite seemed bottomless. The more she fucked, the hornier she seemed to get. But she wasn't worrying about getting those needs satisfied. No woman could have been better set up for that than she was, with a whole ranch full of horny young males, not to mention the visiting lawyer.
It was turning out better than all her lusty fantasies. During the long frustrating years when there'd been no man to take care of her, Cora had masturbated like crazy, always to some wild fantasy where she was making it with a tireless hunk of a lover. But today had been superior to any fantasy she could have devised. She'd taken on one eager stud after another.
She was on her third one now, and she felt like she was just getting warmed up. Brent's fat tongue plowed deep and hard in her scorching little box, giving her strong pleasure blasts. Wanting his tongue even deeper, she threw her legs around his neck and locked them there, opening herself to him completely.
"Cram me, honey, ream me out," she moaned, frantically clawing the bed.
Brent's tongue was stiff and thick, and it was plowing faster and faster in her seething little cunt. She tightened her cunt steadily, getting more and more hot friction, and she soaked his jerking chin with helpless blasts of cream. Closing her eyes tightly, she hurtled to the brink of orgasm. A second later the hot release rocked her body.
"Unnnhhh, honey, I'm coming, unnnhhh!" she wailed.
Once again her climax was so violent that she wrenched out of his grasp and rolled around on the bed. Brent rose to his knees and watched her, his eyes hot with lust. For many years he'd fantasized getting it on with his client's sexy young wife, but he hadn't really dreamed it would ever happen. Now he was going to make the most of his fantastic luck.
Cora finished coming and opened her eyes. She saw the way Brent was looking at her, and she grinned wickedly and crawled over to him. Crouching before him, she caught his big semihard cock between her lips and sucked it quickly into her steaming mouth. He gave a yelp of surprise and pleasure as she greedily sucked him into full engorgement.
Her mission accomplished, she drew back and studied the results. Brent's massive boner was stiff as a board, weaving heavily in front of him and gleaming with her hot spit. She creamed furiously at the sight of it. Then she scooted around, reversing her position, and he gave a horny growl and popped his cock into her from behind.
"Yesss, honey, stick that big thing into me," she moaned, "fuck me till I can't take any more."
That was the nicest assignment Brent had had in a long time. Grasping her curvy hips, he slid his swollen dick deep into her silk-lined cunt, till only his big coarse-haired balls showed. He paused that way for a second, savoring the sensation, his cock deliciously sheathed in searing wet flesh. But Cora wriggled her ass impatiently.
"Come on, Brent, honey, fuck me," she whimpered, "I need it so bad."
Brent started plowing his stiff cock in and out of her smoking little fuck hole, amazed at how horny she was. It was as if she hadn't been decently laid in years. And maybe that was true. Earl had been so much older than her, old enough to be her grandfather. Maybe he just couldn't give his hot-blooded young wife the kind of loving she needed.
Brent was delighted that he'd happened along to help her out when she needed it so much. It would have blown his mind if he'd known that Cora had already fucked two other men that day and was still looking around for more. He just grinned blissfully and gave her what she craved, a good stiff fucking with his hard cock. She squealed her appreciation and soaked his pistoning boner with hot spurts of cream.
"Oh, yeah, fuck it to me, honey, fuck my brains out," she chanted hoarsely.
She was clawing the bed, and her luscious big tits were swinging heavily back and forth. Lustily Brent watched his thick cock plowing into her and forcing out her cream. She didn't mind his increasingly rough fucking. In fact the harder he did it to her, the more excited she got and the more heavily she creamed.
As he watched his plowing cock, Brent's eyes drifted up to the tiny puckered mouth of her stutter. He could just imagine how exquisitely tight that little hole was. Her cunt was plenty tight, too, but he felt in the mood for some kinky adventure, and he suspected Cora was up for it, too.
"Wanta try something really different, baby?" he rasped.
"Sure," she laughed, "what?"
"This," he growled.
Cora shivered as she felt him pulling his long hard cock out of her greedy little fuck hole. She was getting so she didn't like having her cunt empty even for a minute. Then he was pressing the fat bulb of his cock head against her tiny brownie. She could feel the puckered mouth being eased wider and wider open as his swollen prick head brushed against it.
"What do you think, baby?" he panted.
"Yeah," Cora cried excitedly, "go for it, fuck my ass."
After going without sex for so long, the lusty widow was ready to try any kinky thing in the book. She gurgled with hot excitement as Brent slowly but steadily crammed her ass with his huge throbbing boner. She quickly discovered that her shitter was as sexy-feeling as her cunt. She loved having it stuffed full of his meat.
Then he started ass-fucking her in deep sensuous strokes, and she dug her nails into the bed and whimpered with excitement. She'd never had a climax from her ass before, but she knew it was not only possible but easy. Every deep thrust of Brent's cock nearly brought her off. She creamed furiously and helplessly, the molten cream gushing down her thighs.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah, honey, fuck my ass," she moaned, "I just love it, Brent."
Brent was pretty fond of it, too. It was the tightest hole he'd ever fucked. Each delicious long thrust brought his arousal to the boiling point, and he knew this was going to be another quickie. No matter where he fucked this horny young woman, cunt or ass, his excitement brought him off fast.
Still pistoning his rigid boner in her smoking shitter, he reached around her and kneaded her clit, giving her the extra stimulation she needed to come fast. A few seconds later he felt her hot brownie clamping like a vise around his dick, tugging and sucking at it as she went into orgasmic spasm.
"Unnnhhh, shit, I'm coming, unnnggghhh!" she wailed.
"Awwwwwww, shit, awwwwwww!" Brent roared, boiling his load into her ass.
Cora persuaded him to stay all night, and they fucked themselves exhausted. When the young lawyer emerged from the ranch house at dawn the next morning, looking blissed-out, there were some envious glances and knowing chuckles from the ranch hands. A few hours later Cora emerged, rosy-cheeked and contented-looking.
Nobody would have guessed she was going to pick out a coffin for her late husband. That was her mission, however, and to her regret it was probably going to take all day. She had to drive fifty miles into the city and make all the funeral arrangements. There wouldn't be any fun and games today. The lusty young widow just wondered if she could survive it.
Chapter Five
All the way to the city Cora replayed the exciting things that had happened to her the day before. It was hard to believe that she'd seduced three men in a row. After so many years without any sexual satisfaction at all, that was like dying and going to heaven.
As she remembered every delicious detail of her adventures with Russ, Lyle and Brent, she got hornier and hornier. She wanted to do it all over again, right now. By the time she reached the city, she was seething with need. It hadn't been too smart to allow herself all those naughty thoughts, because there was no way she could take care of her lusts today.
She parked in front of the luxurious-looking funeral home which had been specified in Earl's will. Earl always liked to go first cabin, so he'd chosen the most expensive place around. Cora hoped her task wouldn't take too long, but she felt she ought to do everything just right for Earl and carry out his instructions to the letter. It would be the last thing she'd ever do for him.
Inside a receptionist ushered her into a waiting room furnished with velvet-covered chairs and sofas, where soft music played. It made Cora think more of a cathouse than a funeral parlor, but if this was what Earl wanted, so be it. Pretty soon she was joined by the undertaker on duty, a tall, lanky young man wearing horn-rimmed glasses.
"Good morning, Mrs. Edwards," he said grimly. "I'm Lawrence Digby III. I'll do all I can to help with your late husband's arrangements."
A mischievous glint appeared in Cora's eyes. She knew she couldn't get through the next few tedious hours without some kind of fun, and this solemn-looking young man just might be a possibility. She got up to shake hands with him, trying to act grieving, and as she did so, she looked him over.
In spite of his mortician's act, he wasn't bad-looking, and he seemed to have a nice build under that conservative dark suit. It would be terrific fun to seduce him, Cora thought, but she'd have to play it carefully. This guy had a facade to keep up, a reputation to preserve. She took his arm and let him guide her to the room where the coffins were displayed.
"Let me show you some of our more attractive models, Mrs. Edwards," he said. "This one, for instance, is completely lined with real silk."
Cora pretended to be interested in the various coffins he showed her. In fact she was just going to pick the most expensive one in the place, which was what Earl would have done if he'd been able to choose his own. She was thinking of just how to come on to this very serious man without shocking his socks off.
He was just about her age, so he had to have some juice in him yet. He had to be interested in sex, even though he wasn't giving any hint of it. He absolutely refused to look down the low-cut front of Cora's dress and ogle her tempting tits. He avoided brushing against her.
Everything about Lawrence Digby III was in perfect taste.
Cora decided to put him to a little test. "Oh, dear, Mr. Digby," she gasped, "I'm feeling a little faint."
She crumpled against him, and he caught her under the arms. Quickly and deftly, he steered her to a chair, then went for a glass of water. Cora noticed that he'd touched her as little as possible. This was going to be one tough nut to crack. Of course his father, the chief mortician, must have drilled into him over and over that he was not to flirt with the clients.
She'd presented him with an opportunity that most men would have grabbed, and he'd avoided it. So she'd have to change her tactics. Maybe shock wasn't such a bad idea after all. Maybe that was the only way to break through his barriers. She drank the water he brought her, stood up and thanked him politely.
"Do you know what all these coffins remind me of, Mr. Digby?" she purred. "Beds. I think I'll just lie down in this one and try it out."
Digby's mouth dropped open as Cora kicked off her high-heeled shoes and climbed into an enormous satin-lined coffin. "Why, uh, some of our clients do try them out," he said, sounding as if he didn't approve at all.
Cora stretched out in the cushioned box, while Digby peered at her over the side. "Yes," she smiled, "it's just like a bed. And do you know what beds remind me of, Mr. Digby? They remind me of sex."
He got very red in the face and looked confused. That was just what Cora wanted. He had a very good act, and she wanted to throw him off his guard. She wriggled around, undulating her curvy body, making her big tits quiver enticingly. Digby couldn't seem to take his eyes off her now.
"Yes, this is a very sexy-feeling place," she cooed. "I'm starting to feel sooo horny."
She began unbuttoning the front of her dress, and Digby's eyes got huge behind his horn-rimmed glasses. He may have had clients trying out the coffins before, but Cora was sure he'd never had one strip while lying in a box. He didn't seem to know what to do. He just stood there and gawked at her as she shrugged down the top of her dress.
Smiling at him, she unhooked her bra and drew it off. Naked to the waist, eyelashes fluttering lustily, she cupped her big full tits and began to play with them, molding and squeezing. Digby swallowed hard and got even redder. His eyes focused on her lovely big nipples as they grew from pink cones to rosy-red nubs, stimulated by her stroking thumbs.
"Oh, gosh, I don't know what's with me today," she giggled, "but I'm so horny, I can't help myself. Mmmmmm, this feels nice. It'd feel even nicer if you did it for me, Larry."
His Adam's apple bobbed hard again. "I, uh, don't feel that would be proper, Mrs. Edwards," he said, his voice a little hoarse.
"But, Larry, you're supposed to serve your customers, aren't you?" she purred. "Your job is to make us feel better. And I'd feel so much better if you'd do this for me. Come here."
As if hypnotized, the red-faced young man came right to the edge of the coffin. Cora took his hands and set them on her hot naked tits. She squeezed his fingers around the silky taut flesh, showing him just what she wanted. Then she let go of his hands. Awkwardly he fondled her big swollen tits.
"Mmmmmm, yesssss, that's better," she gurgled.
She wished she could get a look at his fly, but the edge of the coffin was in the way. His expression wasn't revealing much, and she wanted to know if he was getting turned on. He still acted solemn and businesslike, even as his hands squeezed big fistfuls of hot tit. It looked as if he was going to be even harder to seduce than Russ.
But Cora wasn't giving up, not when she'd gotten this far. By now her pussy was on fire with arousal, her panties soaked with hot cuntal juices. Each time Larry squeezed her tits, more cream spurted from her hungry twat. No, she couldn't bear to stop now. She'd go as far as she could, seeking the hot loving she craved.
While the blushing young mortician squeezed and molded her lust-engorged tits, Cora grabbed him by the necktie and drew him down close enough to kiss. She jammed her hot lips onto his mouth and darted her tongue between his lips. He gave a convulsive shudder, and his hands tightened around her sensitive breasts. Maybe she was finally getting a response out of him.
She wriggled her tongue around in his mouth, giving him a long steamy tongue-kiss. She felt his palms growing hot and sweaty on her tits. That could be lust, or it could just be embarrassment. The guy was so uptight, she was beginning to wonder if he even liked girls. There was only one way to find out.
She broke the kiss and drew back to look at him. His glasses were steamed up. She drew them off. He was actually handsome without them, Cora saw, and her lust blazed hotter than ever. His eyes seemed horny and glazed, and he was pawing her tits more eagerly. But she knew only one sure way to gauge his lust.
"Take off your shoes and join me, Larry," she invited huskily. "I need somebody to hold me."
He stepped out of his shoes and slipped into the huge coffin beside her. There was plenty of room. The thing must have been built for a giant. Cora glanced quickly at his fly but saw no suspicious bulge. Darn, maybe her instincts had been wrong this time. Maybe she'd run into one that just wasn't attracted to ladies. Still she wasn't ready to quit.
She pulled him tightly to her and kissed him again, another deep-probing tongue-kiss. As she kissed him, she slid her hand down to his fly and unzipped it. She wriggled her hand inside, down under the waistband of his shorts, and onto his cock. She cupped his prick and gave it a suggestive squeeze. It abruptly mushroomed into fullness.
Cora gurgled with excitement as she felt the young undertaker's prick going stiff as steel in her hand. She pushed down his shorts and pants, letting his swollen prick snap free of his clothes. Then she broke off the kiss and glanced down to stare hungrily at his rock-hard cock. He was just as well hung as the other young men she'd made it with, much to her delight. As she stared at his prick, glistening bubbles of cream welled up in his piss hole.
"Mmmmmm, Larry, what a gorgeous hard-on," she purred. "I'm so glad to see it. For awhile there I was wondering about you."
"Just trying to be professional, Mrs. Edwards," he said hoarsely.
"Call me Cora," she grinned, "and please, don't be professional with me. Just be horny."
As she spoke, she was pumping his stiff cock, milking more hot juice from it and smearing the sticky cream all over the thick blue-veined shaft. Larry was starting to breathe loudly and harshly. His cock throbbed lustily in her fist. In response, Cora creamed like crazy. She could hardly wait to take that stiff prick of his into her famished pussy hole.
With her free hand she stripped off her pantyhose and panties, then pulled her dress up to her waist and tucked it there, out of the way. She was naked now except for the rolled-up dress. Larry stared hungrily at her golden bush, then at her juicy dark slit as she opened her legs wide for him.
"Fuck me, Larry, honey," she moaned, holding out her arms to him. "I need it so damned bad."
He gave a lusty growl, tugged down his pants and shorts, and rolled on top of her. His hot hands cupped her little ass, and his steel-hard boner hammered urgently against the slippery flesh of her pussy. Then he hit the target, his hugely swollen cock head stretching her pussy lips wide and plugging the moist little mouth of her cunt. Cora gurgled with delight and soaked the tip of his prick with sizzling cream.
"Unnnhhhh, yesssss, honey, stick it in me," she moaned, "cream me with it."
As the horny undertaker plowed his stiff cock into her, Cora threw her legs around his back and locked them there, taking his cock as deep as she could get it. She was amazed at how horny she felt. She'd had enough loving yesterday to last most women for a week, but her lust was back in full force now.
Larry's cock butted up against her womb, and he gave a low hoarse cry of excitement as she soaked every inch of his throbbing prick with her molten cream. Clutching her hot little ass, he started pistoning his cock up and down in her velvety fuck hole, while she clung to him and moaned in ecstasy, her pussy fully open to him, her legs locked around his humping back.
"Yes, fuck it to me, honey, fuck me good,' she cried.
This was definitely more interesting than discussing Earl's funeral services. She'd get back to that pretty soon, and she didn't intend to leave here without arranging everything to her late husband's orders-but first things first. She wouldn't be able to think straight till she'd done something about her boiling lust.
Her horny hips jerked to the mortician's lusty rhythm, keeping up the pace as he fucked her faster and faster. She got the impression that he was just as starved for sex as she was. He was quickly spinning out of control, fucking her so hard that her whole body shuddered with the impact. Of course Cora wasn't complaining about that. She adored being fucked hard. She arched her body and rubbed her clit against his sawing shaft.
"Oooooo, shit, oooooo, it's so good!" she squealed.
Larry was beyond words, or else he wasn't a big talker. He was just panting and snarling and groaning as he hammered his engorged prick faster and faster in her velvety slick pussy hole. Cora let her head loll back but kept her body arched up against his, getting delicious blasts of pleasure in both her cunt and her clit.
It was going to be so easy to come.
"Fuck me hard, honey, I'm almost there," she gurgled, "do it to me as hard as you can."
Larry went into high gear, fucking her with lightning speed, and the big casket began to vibrate. It sure wouldn't see action like this again, Cora thought lustily. She closed her eyes and rocketed into orgasm as Larry's jack-hammering prick triggered her release. A second later he exploded an enormous load of jizz into her womb.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, you did it, I'm coming, whaaahhhhh!" she howled.
"Ahhhhhh, Christ, I'm coming!" he yelled.
She lay back and gurgled in ecstasy as the delicious spasms shook her body and Larry boiled his come into her. She'd needed that climax even more than she'd realized. But of course it wasn't going to be enough to satisfy her. One climax never was enough. She still felt hot and horny when Larry slumped down on her with a satisfied sigh.
"Mmmmmm, I feel better now," she cooed, "but I could still use more of your professional attention, Larry. Are we likely to be disturbed in here?"
"No," he said, "the receptionist is under strict orders not to interrupt when I'm showing caskets to a client."
"Oh, good," Cora purred, "then I have plenty of time to give you a blow-job."
His eyes gleamed. "Would you?" he cried eagerly. "That's something I've always wanted, Cora. My wife won't do it."
"Oh, you're married?" she grinned.
He blushed. "Yes, I just got married recently. It's been somewhat of a disappointment. I mean, I love my wife, but she isn't too keen on sex. She's got some very puritanical ideas, and there isn't much she approves of."
"Oh?" Cora said sympathetically. "Tell me about it."
"There isn't much to tell," Larry sighed. "The only way she'll make love is in the dark, with her nightgown on. No foreplay, and always with me on top. That's our whole sex life."
"Hmmmmm," Cora frowned, "she doesn't know what she's missing. But maybe if you showed her, she'd be more willing to experiment. You ought to try eating her pussy."
Larry blushed again. "I'm afraid I'm no expert at that," he confessed. "I don't even know how to do it."
"Then I'd better teach you right now," Cora said. "Of course I also promised you a blow-job, but we can do both at the same time."
"We can?" Larry exclaimed.
"Yes," she grinned, "let's just get rid of all our clothes."
She discarded her rolled-up dress while the panting young mortician removed his jacket, vest and shirt. He really had a nice body, Cora noticed, lean and muscular and hairy-chested. She grinned and pushed him down on his back, then positioned herself over him in the sixty-nine pose, on her hands and knees, her moist pink slit inches from his face, her lips within striking distance of his cock.
"Just run your tongue up and down my pussy, Larry," Cora instructed. "That'll do for starters."
"Right," he said eagerly.
She shivered with pleasure as his tongue made electric contact with her tender cream-beaded clit. It felt marvelous to have his stiff tongue tip teasing the swollen flesh, then his whole big wet tongue lashing the sensitive folds and coating them with his hot spit.
"Mmmmm, yessss, that's nice," she gurgled. "I think you may have a natural talent for this, Larry."
"I sure think about it often enough," he sighed.
He hungrily tongue-lashed her greedy little pussy, and she responded with hot spurts of tangy-tasting cream for him to gobble. He went for it, growling with lust, and Cora shivered happily. She looked down at his long semi-hard cock and felt hot saliva rushing to her mouth. Fisting the lower half of his prick, she brought the purple head up to her lips.
"Ohhhhh, Jesus, yes," Larry gasped as she began licking his meat.
She was sure it was the first time a woman had gone down on him. She shivered and moaned with excitement when she swirled her wet hot tongue around and around his fat cock head. It wasn't long before his prick started swelling under her lashing tongue, just as her pussy was swelling under his hot hungry licking. They quickly tongued each other to a fever pitch of arousal.
"Larry, start licking here," Cora panted as she reached back and pointed to her sensitive joy button. "That's my clit, and it's the most sensitive place of all."
"Got it," he panted.
"Mmmmmm, yesssss," she gurgled.
He tickled and rimmed the swelling bud, giving her delicious sensations, and she creamed all over his bobbing chin. Larry really did have a natural talent for pussy-eating, and he was going to make his uptight little bride very happy. Right now he was making Cora very happy. Her clit tingled and grew taut under his busy tonguing.
Meanwhile she licked his swelling cock all over, from the fat purple head down to the thick hairy base and back again, coating the marble column of meat with her glistening spit. Larry really got off on it. His solemn mortician act was completely gone now, and he was just another horny young man. He eagerly gobbled up the thick tangy cream that flooded her pussy.
"Okay, Larry," Cora panted, "I'm gonna show you a couple of ways to get your wife off. First, suck my clit. That does the job real fast."
Larry responded instantly, cramming his lips down around her erect and pulsating joy button, sucking it fast and hard. She barely kept from screaming her excitement. She knew she had to be careful about that, because it wouldn't do to have the receptionist rushing in here to check out the strange noises.
They'd present quite a sight, the young undertaker and the new widow noisily eating each other in a casket. No, it wouldn't do at all. So Cora confined herself to panting and gurgling as Larry sucked her off. Her tongue swirled like crazy around his fully engorged cock head as she gobbled up his oozing prick juice.
"Oooooo, oooooo, honey, yesssss," she moaned, "I'm gonna come real quick, don't stop."
The casket-filled room echoed with the obscene wet sounds of Larry's sucking as he brought the squealing young widow to the brink of climax. She was drooling all over the head of his cock, lashing it greedily with her tongue. His fat boner throbbed in her pumping fist. Then a sharp hot climax exploded in the base of her clit, sending her into hard convulsions of pleasure.
"You're doing it, I'm coming, whaahhhhh!" she moaned, soaking his face with her spurting come-cream.
She came hard, and Larry had to hold her steady or she could have bounced right out of the coffin. When she'd caught her breath again, she said hoarsely, "That was beautiful, Larry. Your wife's gonna love that. Now I want you to stick your tongue in my cunt and fuck me with it, and I'll suck you off, okay?"
"Okay!" he cried.
His response was almost instant, and Cora moaned in bliss when his thick tongue plunged clear to the root in her ever-hungry pussy hole. He started fucking her with the slippery meat, fast and hard, just the way she craved it. The guy was an incredible talent when it came to giving head.
"Ohhhh, honey, that's perfect," she groaned, "just keep on doing that, and I'll come like crazy. Now, this is for you."
She brought her widely-stretched lips down around his stiff-standing cock, taking more than half of it into the steamy cavern of her mouth. Larry gave a muffled groan of ecstasy as she began to suck him off. She sucked greedily, trying in vain to satisfy her never-ending hunger for cock cream.
"Mmmmmm, uummmmmm," she moaned.
He was so excited about getting his first blow-job that he quickly spun out of control and started fucking her mouth. He hammered his tongue in her cunt, giving her a steady rush of searing sensations, and she hurtled toward climax right along with him. They went at each other like animals, snarling and growling and moaning. She felt his come stinging the back of her throat.
His deep-spearing tongue triggered her orgasm, and she flooded his face with her boiling come-cream while she gulped his molten jizz. The casket rocked with their bucking and writhing as they ate each other through a powerful mutual climax. At last they rolled apart with sighs of satisfaction.
"I'm sure your wife will change her mind about sex when you show her all this new stuff," Cora told Larry with an impish grin. "Oh, and by the way, I'll take this casket. I think I've grown fond of it."
"Cora," Larry sighed, "I wish every customer was like you."
"Don't be silly, Larry," Cora teased. "If every customer was like me, you'd never get any work done.
Chapter Six
Her mission accomplished, all the funeral arrangements made, Cora headed back for the ranch, wishing the tedious fifty mile drive was already over. She'd loved her little romp with Larry, but she wasn't surprised that she still felt horny. It was going to take a lot more loving to quiet the burning lust she'd been building up over the past five years.
Well, no problem. She'd just come on to one of the ranch hands when she got home, and they could have a fun-filled evening. She was fantasizing about this, and getting more turned on by the second, as she turned into the long winding driveway of the ranch. But pulling up to the house, she hit the brakes and cursed.
"Shit," she muttered, "what a time for company."
There was a big white Lincoln Continental parked in front of the house. No telling who that belonged to. Cora parked behind it and hurried into the house. She wanted to get rid of the visitor fast so she could go pick out a stud for the evening. Her pussy was hot and swollen again, and she needed relief badly.
She walked into the spacious living room and saw a burly man in his fifties helping himself to a double whiskey. "Why, Chet," she exclaimed, "what a surprise."
She should have known, however. Chet Walker, one of Earl's best buddies, would naturally show up for the funeral. She hadn't recognized his car because he bought a new one about every three months. Chet was a rancher who'd found oil on his property, and he was rolling in bucks. Expensive cars were just toys to him, to be exchanged as soon as he got bored with them. Cora had heard it was the same way with his women.
"Why, hello there, honey," he said, setting his glass aside and hurrying over to squeeze Cora's hands. "How you making out? You don't look too bad."
"I'm all right, Chet," Cora said.
She wasn't going to tell him that while his old buddy, her late husband, was still unburied, she'd been fucking every man she encountered. Chet might not think too highly of that. He was very loyal to Earl. She noticed that that didn't stop him from looking her over appreciatively, however. His eyes roamed up and down her curvy big-titted body.
"Why, I'm glad to hear you're feeling okay, sugar," he drawled. "I'll escort you to the funeral tomorrow, of course. I hope it's okay if I spend the night. It's a long drive back to town."
"But of course, Chet," Cora said automatically, "Earl would want that."
She wasn't sure she wanted it. What she'd really have liked was to get some cute horny cowboy in for the evening and romp all over the place naked, fucking like bunnies. But that just wasn't possible with Chet here. He'd want to spend the evening with her, talking about Earl and old times. Cora decided she needed a drink. She went to the built-in bar and mixed a martini.
While she was mixing the drink she felt Chefs eyes on her. It was uncanny, as if they were burning right through her clothes. She turned and saw him watching her and licking his lips. She studied his big powerful body and noticed the thick hairs at the open neck of his shirt and the way his biceps bulged under his clothes.
She began to think that Chet's visit might not be so tedious after all. "Wow," she sighed, after a big sip of her drink, "I've just had an exhausting day, Chet, driving into the city and back. I need to relax. The hot tub would be just the thing. Join me?"
Chet reddened a little but said gamely, "Why, sure, honey, whatever would make you feel good."
Chet was determined to be as hip as she was, even if he was old enough to be her father. Cora tried not to grin as they carried their drinks out to the fenced-in patio where the big hot tub was located. As she filled the tub, she took off her clothes, every single item. She didn't look at Chet as she stripped. She just let him stare.
"Mmmmmm, this is gonna feel so nice," she sighed, stretching tall and letting him get a really good look at her firm young body.
Then she stepped into the tub, taking her drink with her, and sank down with a sensuous sigh. It really did feel great to be naked in that warm water. She glanced over at Chet and smiled. His smile was kind of weak. He hadn't started taking off his clothes yet. He gulped his double whiskey and emptied the glass.
Cora tried not to giggle. The big man was doing his best to act cool, but he was obviously embarrassed about stripping in front of her. He got very red as he finally began to take off his clothes. Cora watched him without a trace of shyness and sipped her drink. She was enjoying hell out of this. She ogled his broad hair-matted chest and powerfully muscled arms and legs.
When he got down to his pants and shorts, he turned his back on her and skinned out of the garments as fast as he could, then turned and hopped right into the tub. Cora hardly even got a glimpse of his cock. He scrunched down till the water was up to his neck, and he was blushing like crazy. Now she couldn't help bursting into laughter.
"Chet, you're acting as bashful as a schoolboy," she cried. "You've been around, for heaven's sake. What's wrong?"
"Well, Cora," he said hoarsely, "you're Earl's wife. It feels real funny to be doing this with you. I'm not sure it's right."
Cora groaned. His loyalty to his old buddy was getting in the way of her seduction plans. But she wasn't going to let it defeat her. She moved up to Chet and sat right by him, her sleek body rubbing against him. She reached out and petted his thigh.
"Earl's gone, honey," she purred, "and I'm a free woman. I find you attractive, Chet. Didn't you ever find me attractive?"
"Oh, shit, did I ever," the big man sighed. "I was so fuckin' envious of Earl, I could of shit."
"Well, you don't have to feel envious any longer, Chet," Cora said huskily. "Now that Earl's passed on, you and I can get to be a whole lot better acquainted."
She slid her hand onto his cock. As she'd suspected, it was fully engorged and hard as a rock. She curled her fingers around his meat and started to pump it, and it throbbed like crazy in her fingers and gave a horny lurch. Looking down through the water, she saw thick cream streaming from his piss hole.
"I can tell you wanta get a lot better acquainted with me, Chet," she cooed.
"Oh, shit," he groaned, "this still ain't right, honey. Poor ol' Earl ain't even buried yet. Maybe we should hold off."
Cora tightened her grip on his violently pulsating cock and pumped it faster. "Do you really wanta hold off, Chet?" she asked.
"Fuck no," he rasped.
"Good," she said, "because I'm so horny I could scream. I need a man tonight, Chet. I need one real bad."
That was no he. She just neglected to add that she'd been fucking her brains out since yesterday. He didn't need to know that. As she pumped his cock and told him how horny she was, he started breathing harshly and loudly, his excitement carrying him away. He was forgetting his scruples very quickly as the gorgeous young widow came on to him.
"I feel so lonely without a man," she went on, her voice a seductive coo. "You don't mind if I play with your cock, do you, Chet?"
"Uh, shit, not at all, honey," he replied, his voice hoarse with horniness. "You play with it all you want."
Cora grinned broadly. It looked like she was winning again. Of course it wasn't really much of a contest. Chet wanted to be loyal to his old buddy, but Earl was dead, and Cora was very much alive and hot and sexy. Her fist moved confidently up and down his throbbing boner, squeezing and teasing, while the big man got red-faced with arousal.
He slumped back against the tub and started breathing loudly and harshly as she worked his prick to nearly-bursting fullness. His nostrils flared, and his eyes glazed over with lust. Cora was sure he wasn't even thinking about Earl now. He was just ogling her and no doubt having all kinds of fantasies about what he'd like to do with her.
Well, maybe some of those fantasies would come true tonight. Cora was willing to make it happen. She sat up straighter, so that her large thrusting tits emerged from the water. Chet's eyes locked onto the creamy melons. With a horny growl he reached for them, molding and squeezing. Her water-warmed nipples went rigid against his palms.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, Chet, honey, play with my tits," she sighed huskily.
His hands were big and hot on her tits. They weren't callused like some of the hands she'd felt lately. Chet had worked with his hands once, a long time ago, but now he was so rich he didn't have to bother. He was so rich, he could have just about any woman in the world. Up to tonight, though, Cora had been an exception.
Before tonight, he couldn't have had her, no matter how much he wanted her, because she was married to his best friend. It was clear now that he'd been lusting after her for the whole ten years of her marriage to Earl. That was a whole lot of lust to just put on hold. It made Cora shiver with excitement just to think about how badly he lusted after her.
Now it was time to blow him away by making all his naughty fantasies come true. She eased him into a straighter sitting position so she could draw his cock out of the water, and then she dipped her head down and began licking his meat with her hot little tongue. Chet growled lustily, and more thick cream welled up in his piss hole.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, honey, give me more of that good stuff," Cora gurgled, attacking his juice with her greedy tongue.
She licked up his cream as fast as it oozed from the deep cleft of his cock. He sat there panting as he watched her, his eyes focused lustily on her stabbing tongue tip. Pretty soon the powerfully built man was shivering with need, his cock throbbing like crazy and giving horny jerks under her lapping tongue.
"Jesus, sugar, you're gonna make me come if you keep on doing that," he groaned.
"That's the whole idea, Chet," she laughed.
Opening her lips wide, she began sliding them down around the enormously engorged head of his cock, taking the fat knob of flesh into her mouth. Chet started groaning, a sustained hoarse sound of lust, and his cock pulsated hard against her lips. She took in all she could, more than half his thick slab of meat. She drew in her cheeks and started to suck.
"Awwwwww, shit, yeah," Chet groaned, "suck it, baby. Jesus, you do that good."
She wasn't going to tell him that his old pal Earl had taught her everything she knew. But obviously Earl had done a good job. Chet, who'd made it with dozens of women, was being carried away with excitement as she suctioned the hot cream from his cock and gobbled it. She deliberately made her sucking noisy, knowing the lewd wet sounds would add to his wild arousal.
Gradually but steadily she increased the speed and pressure of her sucking. His cock had swelled up so thick, it was pushing her lips wide apart and cramming her mouth. It throbbed violently against her tongue. She knew the big man was about to come like gangbusters. She drooled all over his cock as she anticipated a whole boiling mouthful of his come.
"Awwwwww, Christ, honey, if you don't wanta eat it, you better quit," he warned hoarsely.
Cora just sucked harder on his nearly bursting cock, letting him know how eager she was for the taste of his jism. He spun out of control. He groaned and started fucking her mouth, jabbing his prick stiffly and urgently over her slippery tongue. She sucked as hard and fast as she could.
"Unnnhhhhh, shit, here goes," he gasped, "awwwwwww, yeah, eat my come!"
Cora's cheeks ballooned as he flooded her mouth with his huge load of boiling jizz. Hot come spurted from the corners of her lips. She savored the stuff as long as she could, till her mouth was just about bursting with it. Then she gulped it down, while Chet went on yelping and pumping more delicious come into her mouth.
"Eat it, sugar, awwwww!" he roared.
He fed her load after load of hot salty come before he finally slumped back, red-faced and drained. Cora raised her head and let his prick retreat into the water. She licked her lips to get the last drops of his come. Then she stood up, dripping and naked, her fantastic young body glistening. Chet's eyes locked hungrily on her.
"I'm gonna go to my bedroom and dry off, Chet," she smiled. "I hope you'll come along.
Maybe you could get us another couple of drinks on the way."
"Why, sure, honey," he said breathlessly, "I'll be right along."
Cora hopped out of the tub and started on her way, swaying and undulating her body, letting him drink in the sight. She wanted to make sure their evening wasn't over. In her room she got out a couple of big fluffy beach towels and started using one on herself. Chet arrived quickly with the drinks, and she handed him his towel. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Of course that was just the way Cora had planned it.
Dried off, she stretched out on the king-size bed in a provocative pose. She was on her back, legs slightly parted, to give Chet a tantalizing glimpse of her pretty pink slit and its golden fringe of curls. He gave a lusty growl and tossed his towel aside. Climbing onto the bed, he kissed Cora hungrily and slid a hand between her legs.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured eagerly.
His hand knowingly explored her pussy, feeling the hot juicy flesh and swollen folds. Then he popped the tip of his thick middle finger into the moist little pit of her cunt mouth, twirling it around, teasing her. Cora gurgled with excitement. For several hours now she'd been craving something stiff in her cunt. She began to cream heavily, soaking the tip of his finger.
He drew back and grinned. "You feel horny, don't you, honey?" he asked. "You're making my finger wet."
"Chet, I've been horny ever since Earl died," she said, reaching for his cock. "I've been so horny, I could scream."
His eyes glowed with lust as she told him this and curled her fingers around his cock. Grinning maniacally, he began easing his stiff middle finger up her juice-slick cunt. Cora whimpered eagerly as it crammed her starved box, and she soaked the fat slab of meat with helpless spurts of molten cream.
"Oooooo, yeah, Chet, get that thing into me," she moaned, "give me all of it, honey."
"You better believe I will, sugar," he growled, gliding his finger right to the last knuckle in her steaming pulp.
Cora gurgled and writhed around the thick impalement while Chet grinned at her. In the hot tub, she'd been in charge, but now it was his turn. Now he was giving the pleasure, and she was going wild for it. He started finger-fucking her, pistoning his middle finger rigidly and deeply in her juicy little cunt, and Cora moaned in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, yessss," she hissed, "fuck me with that big thing, I need it so bad."
"My, my, sugar, you're the horniest little thing I ever saw," Chet chuckled.
It was true, she was incredibly horny, and she wasn't trying to hide it. She just didn't bother to tell him that she'd tried to appease her horniness with four other men since Earl passed away. It had been terrific fun making it with every one of them, but she was still horny. She wriggled and writhed and creamed as Chet reamed her gripping twat with his big finger.
"Faster now, honey," she panted, "really give it to me."
He began working his finger faster, harder, in her starved little fuck hole, and she moaned in bliss. Slumping back and closing her eyes, she let his expert finger-fucking carry her swiftly toward the orgasm she craved. Chet eagerly watched her lust-contorted face and her heaving stiff-nippled tits. He could feel her scalding pussy cream soaking his pistoning finger.
"Ooooooo, yeah, that's it, Chet, honey," she moaned, "keep doing that, make me come."
She started tightening her cunt around his jerking finger, getting more and more red-hot friction. Chet felt the greedy gripping action, and he snorted with excitement as he imagined her hot little cunt doing that around his cock. She was still petting and pumping his prick as he finger-fucked her, and now she felt it swelling and stiffening.
She was hovering on the brink of climax, Chet's finger jerking like crazy in her cunt, his cock ballooning in her fist. She was soaking his finger with her spurting cream, and her pretty face was contorted into a lusty mask. Cora never bothered to be coy about her lust or her pleasure. She let Chet know just how excited he was making her feel.
"Unnnhhhh, Chet, honey, I'm almost there," she moaned. "Really give it to me now, baby, make me come."
"I'll give it to you, all right, sugar," he growled, "like this."
His finger still working deep and hard in her greedy pussy hole, he leaned down and popped his lips onto her swollen joy button. Firming his lips around the violently throbbing lump of flesh, he sucked her off. It was like a double come to the horny young widow, as he stimulated both her cunt and her clit till she exploded with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh, shit, yeah, I'm coming!" she wailed. "Ohhhhhhh, Chet, it's so good, whaahhhhhhh!"
She felt his cock give a powerful horny lurch in her fist, and then she let go of it, spinning out of control, bucking and writhing. Her molten come-juice soaked his whole hand and his bobbing chin. It was terrific being brought off by an expert, especially an expert with a very kinky imagination. Cora came for a full minute before her spasms faded. The moment she went still, Chet was rolling on top of her.
"That was for openers, honey," he growled, "but this is the main event."
He sank down between her silky hot thighs and plugged the giant rock-hard head of his cock into her juice-filled cunt. Cora moaned in ecstasy as he pushed into her. He was as well hung as any man she'd fucked so far, and his cock seemed thicker than most, throbbing tightly against every inch of her greedy cunt.
"Ahhhh, yeah, honey, fuck me," she wailed, clinging hard to him, thrusting her hips up to meet his plowing cock.
"Jesus, honey, you're so hot and tight," he panted. "That Earl was a lucky bastard."
Never mind Earl, Cora thought.
All that mattered was the present. Chet was butting his massive hard-on against her womb, cramming her completely, and she was wrapping her legs around his broad back and locking them there, wanting his cock as deep as she could get it. He shoved his hands under her hot little ass and began fucking her roughly, too wildly aroused to be gentle.
"Fuck it to me, honey, fuck my brains out," Cora howled, jerking her hips to his lusty rhythm.
She adored having her horny little cunt reamed and crammed by his massive fuck tool, and she creamed steadily, soaking his cock and her swollen pussy. She clung tightly to him and fucked right back at him, moaning with delight as his thick stiff shaft rubbed up and down over her clit.
"Ooooooo, Chet, you're fucking me so good," she gurgled, "don't ever stop. Stay and fuck me all night."
"Honey, that's an invitation I can't refuse," he chuckled.
He was moving into high gear now, fucking her very hard. The bed was bouncing and groaning. Her petite body was violently shaken by his big humping body. But she loved his roughness, and each deep thrust of his cock gave her a powerful blast of pleasure. She flew to the very edge of climax and greedily hovered there, trying to prolong the excitement.
"Unnnhhhhh, shit, yesssss," she gurgled.
"Little lady, you're gonna get a bellyful of come in just about a second," Chet groaned.
"Yes, Chet, give it to me, cream me," she urged naughtily, nibbling his neck and biting his ears.
He hammered his stiff cock to her, her body shuddering with the impact. This was the hardest she'd ever been fucked, but she knew she could take it. Not only that, she craved it. She had so much need stored up, so much lust to satisfy, that only this rough thorough pounding could ease her horniness. She arched her body and let his pistoning cock rub her clit till she exploded with pleasure.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, Chet, you're making me come!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhh, baby, unnnggghhh!"
"Awwwwww, fuckin' Christ, awwwwww!" Chet roared.
Cora sobbed in ecstasy as he filled her with his sizzling load. Having Earl's old buddy as a houseguest wasn't going to be so bad after all. He was going to make this evening very interesting, that was for sure. As their violent mutual climax finally came to an end, Cora laughed softly and wriggled out of his embrace.
"I'm gonna go freshen up our drinks, sugar," she told him with an impish grin, "and don't you dare go away. I need you, and the night's young."
"Honey," Chet leered, "wild horses couldn't drag me from this bed."
Chapter Seven
The next day was Earl's funeral. Cora was up bright and early, showering and dressing, but Chet barely made it in time for breakfast. He looked happy but tired. No wonder-the insatiably horny young widow had kept him awake half the night.
As they were finishing breakfast, the young lawyer, Brent Baxter, arrived, driven in the chauffeured limousine he'd hired for the funeral. He and Cora and Chet rode in that car, while most of the ranch hands followed in their own vehicles, leaving just a skeleton crew to mind the place. Earl was taken off in his own special limo, of course, but Cora tried not to think about that.
Earl had had his day. He'd cut a wide swath through the women of the county, the state, and even the nation. He'd had about as much fun as a man can have. Now it was his widow's turn. She settled back in the comfortable limousine, seated between Chet and Brent. The car was pleasant to ride in but she wasn't looking forward to the long and tedious fifty-mile drive to the cemetery.
If only she'd had just one male companion instead of two, she could have made the ride a lot more interesting. The privacy window between driver and passengers was closed, and they could have done any wild thing they pleased without the chauffeur knowing it. She had a quick fantasy of fucking Brent right there in the back seat, then a second fantasy of doing sixty-nine with Chet. She sighed wistfully.
It didn't surprise her that she was starting to feel horny again. Most women would have been totally fucked out after the last couple of days, but then most women hadn't gone five years without sex. Even though she'd made it with every man who came on to her, even though she'd been up half the night fucking Chet, she was ready for action again.
She should have thought about that. She should have arranged for just one companion in the limousine. That was really dumb of her, Cora thought. Now all she could do was sit there and wriggle impatiently as she felt her ever-hungry pussy swelling and heating and creaming. Too bad there wasn't some way she could take on two guys at the same time.
Well, now that she thought about it, maybe there was.
A smile began to spread over Cora's face as she visualized the possibilities of the situation. She had an eager horny man on either side of her, and they had complete privacy. All the situation called for now was a little imagination. She hummed to herself as Chet made drinks from the small built-in bar.
"Cora," Brent laughed, "you aren't acting much like a widow. I hope you're not gonna be smiling and humming at the cemetery, because folks might get the wrong idea."
"Oh, I'll shape up when we get there, Brent, Cora grinned. "Don't worry about that. I'm just thinking about something funny."
"Like what, honey?" Chet said, handing her her drink. "Why don't you share the joke? We could use a little lift."
"Well, I was just thinking how funny it is that we're sitting her pretending I never made it with either one of you," Cora chirped. "We oughta be getting it on instead."
Both men gawked at her. She downed her drink in one swallow, set aside the glass, and put her hands on their thighs. Squeezing and petting, she started working her way up toward their cocks. Gradually both Brent and Chet got red in the face. They sipped their drinks fast.
"Uh, sugar, don't you think that's kind of a wild idea?" Chet said at last. "I mean, how are we all gonna make it in a little space like this? And just what do you have in mind?"
"Yeah, Cora," Brent said nervously, "Chet and I aren't exactly in love, you know."
"Oh, you sillies," Cora giggled, sliding her hands onto their flies, "I meant for me to get it on with you two. I'm sure we can think of a way. We've got fifty miles to drive, and it'll be real dull if we don't find some games to play."
She was shivering with excitement as she played with two cocks at once, squeezing them through the men's suit pants. Horny as she'd been since Earl passed on, she'd never taken on two men at the same time. The prospect aroused her wildly. Chet and Brent quickly finished their drinks, their cocks swelling and hardening under her teasing fingers.
She worked open their zippers and tugged their cocks out into the daylight. It really was wild. She had a stiff throbbing cock in both hands, and she was petting them teasingly, making them drool. Chet and Brent were still looking at her like they couldn't believe she was serious. It was a pretty crazy idea, Cora had to admit-but she loved it, and she was determined to make it work.
When she had both their cocks absolutely rigid and drooling, she let go of them, letting them wag lewdly from the open flies. She took off all her clothes, while the men watched her, wide-eyed and almost panting. They ogled her luscious curvy young body, her big thrusting tits and little golden bush. Cora was being incredibly naughty and enjoying every second of it.
"I'm ready," she chirped. "Now how about you guys?"
She was glad the others in the funeral party couldn't see through the one-way windows. They'd have been mind-boggled to see three naked people riding in the front limousine. Chet and Brent stripped, too, tossing their clothes on the jump seat. So far, so good. Now all Cora had to do was figure out a way to take care of two stiff cocks at the same time.
That wasn't difficult for somebody as horny and imaginative as the young blond widow. Crouching on the wide seat between the two men, she lowered her head till her hot breath was tickling Chefs rigidly standing boner. She stuck out her tongue and started licking his meat. She wasn't surprised when she felt Brent's breath tickling her exposed pussy.
"Go down on me, Brent, honey," she sighed. "Eat my pussy while I give Chet a good blow-job."
"Sure, baby," he chuckled, "and then I'll fuck you. How does that sound?"
"Fantastic," Cora gurgled. "You like the arrangements, Chet?"
"Yeah, you got my okay," he laughed.
She went on tonguing the massive purple head of his cock, making it gleam with her hot spit. She whimpered and shivered as she felt Brent's tongue making electric contact with her tender swollen pussy. He licked her slowly, sensuously, all over, lapping up her tangy cream, while she repeated the teasing motions with Chet. The three of them were linked by wickedly lapping tongues.
"Ooooo, this is wild," Cora giggled.
"It sure the hell is," Brent laughed. "I never did anything like this before. How about you, Chet?"
The big burly rancher chuckled. "Well, son, I been in a few group scenes," he confessed, "but never on the way to a funeral, getting it on with the widow. I gotta admit this is a first for me."
And of course it was a first for Cora. She'd never done anything this wild. And she couldn't help thinking how much Earl would have enjoyed this little party. He was a man who'd seen and done everything, but Cora was willing to bet he'd never participated in anything quite like this.
She swirled her hot pink tongue around and around the massively swollen head of Chet's stiff-standing cock, while Brent knelt behind her and tongue-lashed her lust-engorged pussy, giving her a steady buzz of sweet sensations. She creamed helplessly, the tangy juice dribbling from her little cunt mouth and trickling onto his tongue. He snorted with excitement and gobbled up her juice, as eager for it as if it were candy. She was gobbling Chet's cream just as eagerly.
"Oh, wow, you guys," she panted, "isn't this more fun than just sitting and talking?"
"I'd have to agree with that, honey," Chet grinned.
"Shit, yes," Brent panted.
He was starting to inch his thick tongue into her cunt, and she was whimpering in horny anticipation. She drooled all over the fat purple head of Chefs cock. Brent made his tongue rigid and long, then glided it slowly but steadily into her cream-slick pussy hole. Cora moaned hoarsely and clawed the seat, feeding him a heavy and uncontrollable flood of cream.
"Oooooo, shit, oooooo," she moaned.
"What's he doing to you that feels so good, honey?" Chet asked lustily.
"He's sticking his tongue in my cunt," Cora told him hoarsely. "Ohhhhh, God, he's fucking me with it, it feels great."
Chet snorted lustily. "Make me feel great, too, baby," he growled, "suck my cock."
"Mmmmmm, yesssss," she moaned, bringing her lips down around the fat slab of meat.
"Ahhhhh, Christ, yeah," Chet groaned.
Her wet steamy mouth enclosed his swollen prick, taking in more than half of it. Her hot fingers closed around the rest. She began sucking and pumping him, imitating the horny quick rhythm of Brent's tongue pistoning in her cunt.
Each deep thrust of his tongue made her give a muffled squeal of excitement and drool onto Chefs throbbing boner.
"Oh, shit; this is wild," Chet chuckled.
Maybe it was kind of old hat to him, but to his younger companions it was a brand-new thrill. Brent had never shared a woman before, and Cora had never taken on two guys at once. They were both excited out of their minds. Of course Chet wasn't exactly bored. He was red-faced with arousal, and he was snorting and panting as Cora bobbed up and down his swollen cock.
"That's it, sugar, suck that thing good and hard," he panted.
The back seat echoed with obscene noises, adding to everyone's wicked excitement. The lewd wet sucking sounds of Cora's lips on Chefs cock were almost identical to the noises Brent's tongue was making as it reamed out her creamy cunt. Cora felt her lust rising to the boiling point as she gobbled tasty cream and felt her twat delicious explored by wet tongue meat.
"Mmmmm, uummmm," she moaned, feeding Brent another steaming mouthful of her tangy cunt juice.
"Suck it, baby, suck it real hard now," Chet urged her in his lust-hoarsened voice.
Her blond head bobbed faster and faster as she suctioned the tasty hot cream from his piss hole. Brent's tongue was pistoning fast and hungrily in her cunt. She started tightening her cunt around the spearing slab of meat, greedy for a body-wracking come. The hot friction between tongue and cunt brought her right to the edge.
Chet was almost at the brink, too. He was slumped back against the seat, eyes screwed shut, his face contorted with bliss. He was losing all self-control now and starting to fuck Cora's mouth, his cock jerking lustily over her slick tongue. He was groaning out loud, while Cora and Brent were giving muffled cries of excitement, all of them rushing toward release.
"Unnnnhhhhh, unnnggghhhhh!" Cora groaned as she began to come.
She sucked ravenously on Chet's cock, and her cunt went into spasm around Brent's tongue. "Awwwww, fuck, honey, eat it!" Chet roared.
He filled her mouth with his steaming load, and she gulped it as she could get it. Brent was gulping her come as she gulped Chet's. The tangy liquid was spurting from her cunt and onto his tongue and into his sucking mouth. She bucked and writhed ad whimpered as the delicious orgasmic spasms shook her body.
"Oh, my God, that was fantastic," she gurgled as she finally stopped coming.
"It sure as hell was," Chet groaned, slumping back with a big sigh of satisfaction.
"Well, I sure hope you folks aren't tuckered out," Brent chuckled, " 'cause I'm not finished yet."
"Oooooo," Cora gurgled as she felt his cock gliding into her.
He pushed slowly but steadily into her come-slick box, filling her with his fat throbbing boner. She was still getting the delicious orgasmic aftershocks from his tongue-fucking, but her lust boiled back in full force as she took his stiff cock. He grasped her hips and plowed into her till his coarse-haired balls glided to rest against her slit.
"Feel good to you, baby?" he leered.
"Oh, honey, yessss," Cora hissed, "now fuck me with that big ol' thing, fuck my socks off."
Chet gave a snort of excitement as he watched. He had a pretty arousing view of the action. He could see Cora's lust-contorted face and heavily swinging tits. He could watch Brent's fat stiff boner plowing in and out between her legs as he fucked her doggy-style. He'd just come like crazy in Cora's mouth, but his cock began to stiffen and rise again.
Cora watched it happen. Panting and moaning with the hot pleasure of being fucked by one big cock, she watched another rising before her cock-hungry eyes. It made her cream like crazy. Chet's massive boner lifted into the air, propelled by its horny swelling, till it stood up absolutely rigid and bulging with blue veins. A big glob of cream oozed up in his piss hole.
"Why, look at that," she giggled, "I think we gave Chet a hard-on."
Brent saw what had happened, and he laughed, "Chet has a very dirty mind, honey. He's not a nice guy like me."
"Brent, you're so fulla shit," Chet chuckled. "Your mind's as dirty as mine, otherwise you wouldn't be in this car right now. You'd have jumped out when Cora first mentioned her little idea."
Brent had no comeback for that. Obviously he wasn't being forced. He was snorting and panting with pleasure as he hammered his lust-stiffened cock in the young widow's juice-slick cunt. He was fucking her faster and faster as his need grew, and she was howling with delight as she took the deep hard thrusts.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, honey, fuck it to me," she moaned, clawing the seat, "fuck the living shit out of me, Brent."
Her excitement was doubled by looking at Chet's cock. While Brent reamed and crammed her with his big hot boner, she had another stiff one just inches from her greedy eyes. She ogled that fat blue-veined column of meat and thought about all the delicious things it could do for her. She'd finished with one stiff cock and be able to go right on to another.
If this didn't spell relief for her horniness, nothing would. So far one man hadn't been able to do the job, and even seducing one man after another hadn't kept her satisfied. But making it with two guys at the same time might just be the answer. It sure was fun finding out! Cora lustily jerked her hips to Brent's hard rhythm, her spurting cream soaking his hammering cock.
Chet's engorged boner appeared larger and larger to her lust-glazed eyes. She licked her lips as she watched the thick hot cream bubbling out of his piss hole and trickling down his blue-veined shaft. His cock lurched lustily, teased by her hot moist breath. It was the most kinky situation Cora had been in yet, and it brought her excitement to the boiling point.
Greedily she started tightening her horny little cunt around Brent's jackhammering cock, getting more delicious red-hot friction. She was creaming like crazy, the molten liquid overflowing her crammed box and gushing down her thighs. It was just a matter of seconds before she'd come, yet she greedily postponed the moment as long as she could, glutting herself on pleasure.
"Oooooo, Brent, honey, you're fucking me so damned good," she moaned, "don't ever stop."
"Christ, Brent, you better get that little lady off," Chet said hoarsely. "She's going out of her mind."
"So am I," Brent croaked.
He was spinning out of control, unable to slow the frantic pistoning motions of his hips. He was fucking Cora so hard that she had to brace her hands against the seat to keep from being knocked right into Chet. It was that thunderous fucking that finally put her over the edge. The fantastic friction caused the explosion that welled out from the fiery depths of her cunt.
"Unnnnhhhhh, my God, I'm coming!" she wailed. "Ohhhhhh, Brent, unnnggghhhhhh!"
Her cunt went into hard spasm around his cock, squeezing and sucking at it, and Brent gasped and started to come. "Take my load, baby, aaagggghhhhh!" he roared.
Chet was glassy-eyed with excitement and licking his lips as he watched the two younger people climax. He stared at the violently pistoning rod of Brent's cock as it boiled blast after blast of jism into Cora's sucking twat. He watched Cora's lust-contorted face and flashing teeth as she howled and came.
As he'd told them, Chet had been in a lot of wild sexual scenes, but never anything like this. This was absolutely crazy. Here he was going to a funeral, the best buddy of the deceased. He was escorting the widow and the family attorney. And at the widow's suggestion they were having a little three-way sex to pass the time on the way to the cemetery. No, Chet had never been involved in anything remotely like this.
It was driving him wild with horniness. He watched Brent pull his dripping cock from Cora's smoking little cunt. She remained in a crouching position, panting and catching her breath, but she obviously wasn't exhausted. She kept glancing hungrily at Chet's big swollen dick. And if that was what she wanted, he was only too glad to give it to her.
"My turn, sugar," he growled, sliding under her.
It was neatly done, Cora thought. The next thing she knew, she was lying on top of Chet's massively-built hairy body, and his steel-hard cock was gliding between her legs. She jerked her hips and trapped his bulbous cock head in the slippery depression of her cunt mouth. He gave a lusty snort and crammed his prick into her, stuffing her with it.
"Take it, baby," he growled, "take every inch of it."
"Ooooo, shit, yessss," Cora gurgled, "give it to me, Chet, fuck me good and hard."
Over her shoulder Chet and Brent exchanged wondering looks. Did the young widow ever get enough sex? It was beginning to look as if her hunger was inexhaustible. She'd just finished giving Chet a blow-job and getting sucking and fucked by Brent, but she was still as hot as a pistol. She groaned in ecstasy as Chet plowed his massive hard-on to her womb.
"Ohhhhhhhh, God, fuck me, honey," she moaned, "fuck me till I can't take any more."
"Baby, I'm starting to wonder if that's possible," Chet chuckled.
Still he was going to try to give her what she craved. He cupped her lustily writhing little ass globes and held her pelvis steady, then began hammering his big hard cock in her juice-slick pussy hole. He gave it to her hard and fast, knowing she craved it that way. She responded with squeals and gurgles and moans of delight, and she soaked his meat with helpless spurts of molten cream.
"Unnnnhhhhh," she gasped, "that's it, honey, give it to me as hard as you can."
Brent had a fantastic view of the action. Kneeling behind Cora, he could watch Chet's thick cock hammering in and out of her cunt. The sight inflamed him, making his cock rise stiffly, and he just wished there was some way he could join the fun. Then he eyed the little wrinkled mouth of her shitter and knew there was room for him after all. He eased himself down on her back and started gliding his cock into her fiery little asshole.
"Brent," she gasped, "what're you doing?"
"Making a Cora sandwich," he chuckled.
"Oh, shit," Chet snorted, "this is wild. I ain't never done anything this wild."
Sandwiched between them, thick hard cocks in her cunt and asshole, Cora gurgled in ecstasy. This was about as much cock as woman could take-and she desperately needed it. The two throbbing boners pistoned in unison, separated by just a thin wall of flesh. Each inward lunge filled her almost to bursting and gave her a violent blast of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, you guys, do it to me," she wailed, "fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, don't stop."
She'd never known such wicked excitement, and she'd sure never fantasized herself in a situation like this. This was wild beyond any fantasy. Brent was matching the tempo of Chet's deeply plowing dick, and they were fucking her faster and faster, bringing her swiftly and helplessly to the brink of orgasm.
She wasn't sure where her climax came from, her cunt or her shitter. It seemed to explode throughout her pelvis, then rock her whole body. Her twat and brownie went into hot spasms around the two jerking cocks, squeezing and sucking at them, and Chet and Brent soon joined her in climax, hammering their boiling loads into the two tight steaming holes.
"Take it up your ass, baby, aaaggghhhh!" Brent yelled.
"Awwwww, Lordy, I'm coming!" Chet roared.
"Ooooooooooo, cream me good, fellas, whaahhhhhh!" Cora howled.
They'd hardly finished before they entered the gates of the cemetery and had to scramble into their clothes. It had been the most satisfying sexual experience Cora had had so far, and she just hoped it lasted her through the services. It was a long ride back to the ranch, and this time she'd be alone. Brent and Chet both had to return to their work.
But she wouldn't be alone for long. There were all those young, virile and horny ranch hands, and there was her naughty and inventive mind, the two of them were going to make quite an interesting combination.
Chapter Eight
By the time Cora got back to the ranch, it was almost dark. The drive home had been just as long and tedious as she'd expected, and she was more than ready for some excitement. Luckily, excitement was waiting for her. As she stepped out of the limousine in her figure-hugging black silk dress, all the ranch hands were waiting to greet her.
They were lined up on either side of the front walk, hats in hands, to greet the official new owner of the ranch, Mrs. Cora Edwards. They looked respectful and solemn, though quite a few of them couldn't resist hungry glances at her luscious big tits and long shapely legs. Cora did her best to look like a widow should. She smothered a smile as she walked slowly between the two rows of men.
She realized that two of the fellows didn't look quite as solemn as the others, and for good reason. Hot lust blazed in the eyes of Lyle, the stable keeper, and Russ, the foreman-the two ranch hands she'd made it with. Suddenly she knew she wanted to be with both of them tonight. She knew what both of them could do, and she wanted more of it.
She'd made it with Brent and Chet at the same time, and she knew it would be just as much fun with Lyle and Russ. As she passed each of them, she gave them an unmistakable look. It told them that they'd be welcome to drop around later when the crowd had dispersed. She could see the horny acceptance in their glances. Of course each man thought he was the only one invited, but Russ and Lyle had a big surprise coming.
Russ was the last cowboy in line, waiting for her at the bottom of the front steps with a big bouquet of white roses. "Mrs. Edwards," he said solemnly, "me and the boys would like you to have these, and we offer our respects."
"Why, thank you, boys," Cora said sweetly, turning to address all the ranch hands. "I hope you'll all stay on and work for me, 'cause I don't intend to sell this place. I'm gonna run the ranch myself, and I'll need all of you."
The men gave a big cheer as Cora accepted the roses and went into the house. She was thinking that she'd be needing the men in more ways than one. Just walking among all those guys had turned her on like crazy. She wanted to make hot love with each and every one of them. But she had plenty of time for that now, the rest of her life if she chose. Tonight she'd confine herself just to Lyle and Russ.
As she entered the dim living room she thought she saw somebody seated there on the couch. Quickly she switched on a lamp. She recognized Duane, the youngest of the ranch hands, eighteen and redhaired and freckled. A cute kid, she thought, smiling at him. He looked at her adoringly and turned red as a boiled lobster.
"Why, hello, Duane," Cora purred, "what can I do for you?" She took a seat beside him.
Duane swallowed hard, as if gathering his courage, and started to speak. Nothing come out but a nervous croak. He cleared his throat and tried again, still blushing furiously.
"Mrs. Edwards," he said, "I just had to talk to you alone. I wanted to tell you you're the most beautiful, wonderful lady I ever met."
It wasn't hard to tell that Duane had a crush on her! Cora was flattered and very much turned on. From the way the older hands razzed and teased him, she'd gotten the impression that Duane had very little experience with girls, being too shy to ask anybody out. She was pretty sure he was a virgin, in fact. Wouldn't it be exciting to be his first woman?
With a soothing smile, Cora scooted closer to him, till their thighs touched. "Why, Duane, what a sweet thing to say," she purred. "I think you're pretty nice, too. Would you like to kiss me?"
He gawked at her, as if he couldn't believe what she'd said. "Ma'am?" he croaked.
"Call me Cora," she smiled, "and please kiss me, Duane. I'd like that very much."
He closed his eyes blissfully and aimed a kiss at her that would have landed on her left ear if she hadn't moved. She managed to intercept his mouth with hers. She kissed him hotly, snaking her arms around his neck and rubbing her big full tits against his chest. She darted her naughty little tongue in and out of his mouth.
Duane gave a muffled moan, and Cora could imagine steam coming out of his ears. She slid her tongue all the way into his mouth, and he shuddered with excitement. She kissed the mind-boggled kid till he was limp, then came up for air. He was staring at her glassy-eyed, and she wasn't even sure he was breathing.
"Duane?" she said. "You okay?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am-I mean, Cora," he sighed. "Could we please do that again?"
"Why sure, honey," Cora drawled, "we can kiss all you want."
This time as she kissed him, she slid her hand down to his fly. As she'd expected, there was a rock-hard bulge there. Her pussy swelled and creamed as she imagined how eagerly this horny teenage cowboy would fuck her. When they came up for air this time, Cora got to her feet and pulled Duane after her.
"We'd be more comfortable in my bedroom, honey," she cooed, taking his hand and leading him down the hall.
She didn't get any argument from Duane. He was probably thinking he'd died and gone to heaven. She marched him over to her big bed and sat him down on the edge of it. She moved back a few paces and took off all her clothes.
Duane's eyes got wider and wider as she stripped, till she thought they'd pop out of his head.
Virgin but lusty, he ogled her melon-shaped tits and stiff rosy nipples, her tiny waist and flat belly, and the golden puff of her bush. She let him study her naked body for a moment or two, then drew him to his feet and took off his clothes. He wasn't much taller than she was, but he was muscular and hard and husky. She dropped to her knees to remove his jeans.
That old cowboy custom was being passed on, she saw-Duane wasn't wearing shorts. That was just fine with Cora. She helped him out of his jeans, then raised her head and found herself on an eye level with his belly-hugging hard-on. She licked her lips and ogled his swollen steel-stiff young cock. She creamed hard, drenching her inflamed pussy.
She just couldn't resist getting a taste of that hot cream that was oozing out of his piss hole. She stuck out her tongue and started lapping the stuff up, and Duane almost came in her face. His prick gave a hard lurch, smearing her cheek with sticky juice, and he groaned hoarsely. Duane was set on a hair trigger, and the sooner he got laid, the better.
"Come on, honey," Cora said, drawing him onto the bed, "you wanta fuck me, don't you?"
"Oh, shit, yes," Duane groaned, "more than anything in the whole world."
She pulled him on top of her and opened her legs wide, letting him sink down between them. He groaned and started jerking his cock against her slippery pussy, missing the target. Cora grabbed his violently throbbing cock and plugged the fat head into her tight but juicy cuntal opening.
"There," she panted, "just push now, honey. Give me every inch of that big hard thing."
With an ecstatic yelp, Duane crammed his stiff cock into her, losing his cherry in one greedy shove. Cora gurgled with delight as he stuffed her with the throbbing slab of meat, and she soaked it with a heavy flood of sizzling cream. She jerked her hips up to meet his thrust, taking his rigid boner right to her womb.
"Mmmmm, honey, you're all the way into me," she sighed. "You like the way it feels?"
"Shit, yeah," Duane groaned, shivering with excitement. Then he blushed furiously. "Oh, Christ, I don't know what to do next," he confessed. "I mean, I never fucked before, Cora, but please don't tell anybody."
"Of course, I won't, Duane," she soothed. "Now all you do is move your hips, whatever way feels best. Or sometimes the lady will tell you what she likes-and this lady likes it hard."
"Then it's gonna be hard," he said with a lusty snort.
He began hammering his cock into her, a little clumsily at first, then quickly developing a good steady rhythm. Cora arched her body to take his jerking prick as deep as she could get it, and she clawed his shoulders and gurgled her pleasure, soaking his meat with her scalding cunt juice.
"Is this okay, Cora?" he panted. "Am I fucking you the way you want it?"
"Oh, yeah, honey," she moaned, "that's fantastic, just great. Keep fucking me hard, Duane, I love it."
Duane swelled with pride. He could hardly believe all this wonderful stuff was happening to him. He'd had a crush on the lovely ranch owner from the day he started working there, and finally he'd just had to tell her so. But he hadn't dreamed she'd respond so warmly, and he sure as hell hadn't imagined that she'd take him right to her bed and fuck him. It was the nicest thing that had ever happened to him.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, awwwww," he moaned, hammering his swollen cock in her deliciously snug and juicy cunt.
"Fuck it to me, Duane, honey, fuck my pussy good," Cora moaned, clinging eagerly to him.
Her hot little cunt was sucking at his meat and squeezing it, and her fantastic big tits were wobbling like jello against his chest. Her hips were matching his horny rhythm, fucking right back at him, and she was squealing with pleasure as he worked his cock in her fiery depths. It was all too much for the young cowboy. He knew he was going to come like crazy and all too soon.
"Awwwwww, shit," he groaned, "here goes!"
He rocketed into high gear, fucking Cora so hard that her whole body shuddered with the impact. She felt his sudden flood of jizz into her cunt, and that triggered her orgasm. Wailing, her body bucking like crazy, she began to come, her spasming cunt sucking his boiling jizz out of his cock.
"Ooooo, baby, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" she wailed.
"Awwwww, fuck, awwwwww!" Duane roared, filling her cunt with blast after blast of steaming come.
They writhed and howled together for almost a minute, then slumped together, panting and relieved. They were quiet at last, and that was when they heard the soft chuckling from the open doorway of Cora's bedroom. The two young lovers sat up and stared.
"Well, well," Russ leered, "looks like we interrupted something, Lyle."
"Yep," Lyle drawled, "it sure does. But we had a reason to be confused, Miss Cora. Russ and me both thought you was inviting us to come over alone. We run into each other on the front porch."
"Didn't know how to handle it," Russ went on, "so we decided just to come on in and ask you what you had in mind. Now we're more confused than ever."
"We didn't know you'd invited ol' Duane, too," Lyle said with a wicked grin. "He got here kinda early, didn't he?"
Cora laughed. In the excitement of seducing Duane and taking his cherry, she'd completely forgotten her silent invitations to Russ and Lyle. But now that they were here, she was sure she could make room for them. They were obviously turned on. They must have watched her and Duane fucking. The flies of their jeans were sharply tented.
"Come on in, boys," she purred, "and let's have a little party. Take off your clothes and get comfortable."
Grinning the two cowboys entered the room and began to strip. All the while Duane had been staring, first at them and then at Cora, trying to figure out what was going on. First he'd been having his first fuck, with the woman of his dreams, and then it was turning into an orgy. The young ranch hand was confused, and for a good reason.
One thing he knew for sure, though. He wanted to go on having fun with Cora, and for that, he'd do anything. If the bunch of them wanted to act like city folk and do all this kinky group sex stuff, okay. He'd just play it cool and go along. Who knows, he might even get to like it. But that main thing was to fuck Cora again-and again and again.
Now Russ and Lyle were climbing onto the bed naked, and Duane scooted to one side. He'd had his turn, and now he was going to watch carefully and learn a few things. He was especially interested in seeing how Cora was going to handle two horny cowboys at the same time. She sure didn't look worried about it. She was grinning from ear to ear.
"You know, fellas, on that drive into town today, it was so boring," she said, "but then I and the gentlemen I was with invented this fantastic way to pass the time. I'd sure like to try it out with you two."
"I'm game," Russ leered.
"Yeah, Miss Cora," Lyle grinned, "why don't you go ahead and show us what you did?"
"Okay," Cora chirped. "Russ, you kneel right here, and Lyle, you he down on your back, here."
Duane watched with mounting interest as petite Cora arranged the two burly ranch hands just as she wanted them. Lyle was stretched out on his back, his engorged cock standing at right angles to his flat belly. Cora crouched on hands and knees, bringing her lips to within an inch of his fat purple cock head. Her cute little ass was raised up and her thighs parted, making a fantastic view for Russ, who knelt behind her and fisted his rock-hard boner.
"I think you guys get the idea," Cora purred.
"Oh, baby, do we ever," Lyle chuckled.
"Yep, it seems pretty clear," Russ laughed.
He placed the enormously swollen head of his cock against her juicing cunt mouth and started pushing into her, his thick fuck tool spreading her pussy lips wide and forcing out more of her hot cream. Cora whimpered with excitement as he crammed her full of the big blue-veined column of meat. He pushed into her till only his big hairy balls showed.
"That what you wanted, sugar?" he drawled.
"Unnnhhhh, yesss," Cora gurgled, "you got the idea, all right, Russ. Now just fuck the living shit out of me."
"Think you can live with that, Russ?" Lyle teased.
"Yeah, I can probably manage," the foreman grinned.
He grasped Cora's slim curvy hips and started pistoning his huge hard boner in and out of her cream-filled box. She moaned with delight, shivering lustily with each deep lunge of his cock. Russ was carrying out his assignment perfectly. Now it was time to turn her attention to Lyle.
She ogled his big stiff-standing cock and licked her lips. Darting out her greedy little tongue, she began licking his meat. She swirled her hot tongue all over the taut and gleaming purple head of his prick, and the big cowboy shivered and groaned with lust. Thick globs of cream bubbled up in his piss hole, and Cora went for them hungrily, spearing them up on the tip of her tongue and gobbling them.
"Mmmmm, ummmmm," she moaned, "I love the taste of your cock, honey."
"I'll give you a whole lot more of that stuff if you suck it," Lyle promised with a leer.
"Oh, goody," Cora giggled.
She opened her pink-glossed lips very wide and started sliding them down around the massively swollen head of Lyle's cock. He panted loudly as she sheathed his engorged boner in the steam heat and juicy pulp of her mouth. Her mouth was small and his cock huge, so she couldn't get all of it, but she greedily crammed in as much as she could take.
Slowly but steadily she slid her slippery lips down the granite column of cock, taking in more than half of it, and leaving Lyle red-faced with excitement. He dug his fingers into the bedspread, and his features twisted into a lusty mask as the cock-hungry blond drew in her cheeks and started sucking his meat.
"Oh, shit, yeah," he groaned, "that's it, sugar, suck that thing good and hard."
"Fantastic," Russ chuckled, "just plain fantastic. I don't think I've ever done anything like this before. Have you, Lyle?"
"Well, now that you mention it," Lyle panted, his eyes screwed shut in bliss, "one time me and a buddy were over in Montana, and we met this very horny lady. She wasn't exactly little, mind you, I'd say about four hundred pounds, but anyhow-"
"Shut up, Lyle," Russ sighed.
"Guess I better," Lyle laughed, "I was just making it up."
He shut up. He just lay there and groaned with delight as the boss's horny widow gave him an expert and hungry blow-job. Russ wasn't saying much, either, as he blissfully pistoned his rock-hard boner in Cora's deliriously juicy cunt The three of them were linked together in a lusty chain, moving to the same horny rhythm. The only one left out was Duane.
Not that Duane was complaining. He was totally fascinated. He'd gone from inexperienced virgin to a spectator at an orgy, all in less than an hour. He was learning all kinds of stuff. Most of all, he was amazed at how petite Cora could take on two husky guys at the same time, enjoying hard cocks in her cunt and mouth. It was just blowing him away.
Naturally it made him horny, and his tireless adolescent cock soon rose to the occasion, hugging his belly and drooling. He just wished there was some way he could join the fun. But it was going to be a long night, and he had the impression Cora wanted all three men to stick around for more fun. He'd just have to be patient, difficult as that was.
"Mmmmmmmm, uummmmmmmm," Cora moaned as she sucked loudly and greedily on Lyle's throbbing cock.
The room seemed to echo with lewd sucking noises, Duane thought. There was the noise Cora was making as she suctioned the hot cream from Lyle's cock, and there was the sound Russ's cock was making as it plunged deep in her sucking cunt and reamed out her cream. Duane recalled how fantastically tight and steamy and slick her cunt was, and he groaned aloud, wishing his engorged boner was in there right now, pumping away. His horny groan made the others stare.
"Something the matter, son?" Russ asked.
"Shit, Russ," Lyle chuckled, "can't you see? The kid's as horny as a two-peckered billy goat-ain't you, Duane?"
"Yeah, Lyle, you could say that," Duane replied hoarsely.
"Well, Duane, you're just gonna have to wait your turn," Russ said. "There just ain't room for you here."
Oh, yes, there is, Cora thought wickedly.
She recalled the things she and Brent and Chet had done in the limousine, and she knew she could take on three guys at the same time. It might take a little maneuvering, but she could do it. The idea excited her like crazy. It would be the wildest sexual adventure yet. She popped her mouth off Lyle's spit-soaked cock so she could speak.
"Boys, we can get Duane in on this," she said eagerly. "We just have to rearrange ourselves."
"This I gotta see," Russ snorted.
"If anybody can do it, it's Miss Cora," Lyle chuckled.
Quickly Cora pushed Russ down on his back. Facing him, she climbed aboard, skewering herself on his stiff-standing cock. She slid down the thick slab of meat with a groan of delight, taking it as deep as she could and soaking it with her boiling juices. Then she beckoned Lyle to come around and stand in front of her. He got into position and trailed his juicing cock head over her lips.
"Good," Cora panted, "now Duane, you get behind me and fuck me in the ass."
The three men snorted with laughter, and Russ shook his head wonderingly and said, "Honey, I never would have believed it, but damned if this ain't gonna work. You're something else."
With a lusty whoop, Duane knelt behind her, straddling Russ's legs, and popped the engorged head of his cock into her tiny puckered asshole. Cora opened her lips and sucked in Lyle's big juicing dick. As she sucked it fully inside, Duane was cramming her ass with his rock-hard cock.
The lusty quartet of people was fully connected, forming one moaning tangle.
Cora dug her nails into the bedspread and shuddered with excitement. She was taking on more men than she'd thought possible, but her wild scheme had worked. She sucked the delicious cream from Lyle's oozing cock cleft, while Russ's big hard boner reamed her cunt and Duane's stiff fuck tool crammed her brownie.
"Mmmmmm, unnnhhhhh," she moaned.
If this little orgy didn't satisfy her, nothing would. Cora sucked hungrily and loudly on Lyle's prick, and she moaned in bliss as the two stiff cocks pistoned in her cunt and asshole. One of these days, she thought dizzily, she'd settle down and get married again, but she sure wasn't in any hurry. She was having way too much fun to confine herself to just one man.
She'd been a good little wife for ten years, and for half her marriage she'd had no sex at all. That stored-up lust had to be taken care of before she could even think about making a life with just one guy. For the time being, she needed all the men she could get. And in this wild session, she was taking all the stiff cocks a woman could handle.
"Unnnnhhhhh, whaaahhhhh!" she moaned as a violent orgasm shook her body.
The men were coming with her, filling her mouth and cunt and shitter with their steaming loads of jizz. Cora felt totally satisfied for the first time in her sexual experience. But she knew it wouldn't last. Very soon she'd be horny again. She was so lucky to have three eager studs to take care of her needs.
"Boys," she smiled as they disentangled, themselves, "this party's just beginning."