"Good pussy, good pussy," Jed Oakes panted as his cock slid with powerful, urgent strokes into the hot, moist hole between Billie Lee Bailey's long smooth legs.
"Hold me, hold me tight!" came the throaty whisper in reply as the giant proportions of his swollen, meaty penis jacked inside her.
Shades were half-drawn over the windows of the trailer bedroom. One light burned low, casting its soft glow over the tangled bodies, illuminating trembling muscles, jerking legs and the contrast of a woman's tender curves with the hard rippling muscles of the man on top of her.
"Go baby, hammer me, hammer it into me, give it to me!" the urgency of the whisper followed a low gurgling murmur that broke through her constricted throat as a hard, purple headed dick rammed hard into her again.
Billie Lee Bailey was holding onto the jerking, moving body that had her pinned to the bed. The curves of her natural blonde hair tangled into golden knots as she tossed her head from side to side with the urgent jerkings of young passion. She was just over the legal limit, no longer San Quentin Quail, but hot available pussy. Not that it would have mattered; she had been fucking since a big mountain boy had caught her picking blackberries when she was fifteen.
"Looks like you got a right smart passel of berries there," he had drawled, the summer sun beating down on his bare back and chest.
"You scared me," she complained as she knelt to pick up the berries that had fallen from her pail when she had jerked upright at the sound of his voice.
"I'll help you get 'em up," he offered, kneeling down beside her in the soft grass.
"You come to get berries, too?" she asked, making up for her scolding tone as she sneaked a look sideways. He was older than she was, sixteen or over she figured, with the rangy, tightly-muscled body of a hard working boy who was used to plowing and chopping wood. The sun had browned his body, and now was covering it with streams of sweat, adding a glow and glisten to it like polish to leather.
"Naw, I was just out looking around," he replied as he looked directly at her. Although only fifteen, she was fully developed, her breasts pushing tightly against the worn material of the old shift she was wearing. Her hair, already a natural blonde, was burned almost white by the same sun that had tanned him. That silver hair of hers framed the light blue eyes which she knew how to use for flirting.
"You can help me pick, if you ain't got nothing better to do," she offered, aware of his nearness and the savory smell of clean young sweat coming for his arm pits.
"I'll help you awhile," he shrugged, pretending unconcern.
They worked in silence until finally her bucket was full. With a careless gesture, he wiped the sweat off his chest and went to sit in the shade of a young plum tree.
"Right hot today," she commented, dropping down beside him in the leafy shade.
"Yep," he replied, making room for her next to him, and then falling back propping himself on one elbow and look at her.
Pretending she didn't notice his inspection, she brushed the hair off her neck, letting the breeze dry her skin.
"You gonna give me a kiss for the way I helped you out?" he asked, his voice rought and low.
"I could have got enough by myself," she shrugged before going on, "but I guess you can kiss me if you want to."
He had grabbed her roughly, awkwardly, stifling any complaints she may have made with his strength. He kept his mouth on hers while his weight bore her down to the grassy softness beneath them. She only got scared when he rolled over on top of her, but her pushing hands made no effect on his. Powerless, she lay there as he ground tighter and tighter into her until she could feel every inch of his long, hard dick pressing through the tightness of his levis.
"Uh, uh!" she denied him as their lips finally parted.
"Shut up!" was his reply as he tugged her dress up over legs till her tight, juicy little pussy was bare. She wore no underpants, and even if she had he would have ripped them off. Neither of them had known what they were doing, but he had watched bulls dicking cows often enough to know where to go for her hot little hole.
Remembering the long red plunging cocks of the bulls mounting heifers in heat, he pulled his pants far enough down to free his cock. It was an eight-incher, use to repeated jacking-off, and now ready for the tender young cunt exposed under it. Swiftly he directed it to the parted slit of her cunt and dropped his weight onto her, forcing it in deeper than anything had ever been before.
She felt her cunt stretch to take his thickness and then fought against him wildly as the pain started, the pain of his mighty shoving against her cherry. She wanted him in her, but his thickness and length frightened her as the pain of her cherry being broken pushed her into panic.
He paid no attention, but kept thinking about bulls fucking heifers as he felt the softness of her cunt take his cock and fasten around it. Shoving his weight down harder he felt the final barrier break and slid deep, deep, deeper into her, his whole cock slipping into the hot volcano of her before untouched pussy.
He shot off immediately, but his dick stayed hard and he kept it in her, moving his hips back and forth slowly, loving the tightness of her cunt walls trapping him.
The panic she had felt at first was over now, gone with the pain of her lost virginity. It had all happened so quickly, like a tooth being pulled, that she was surprised when it was over and there was nothing left but relief. His moving cock stirred her to heat.
"Don't he so hard down on me," she whispered, suffocating under his weight.
"That better?" he grunted, rolling over on his side, pulling her with him so they were still locked together.
"Fine," she whispered, snuggling closer to him, loving the feel of his arms holding her tight. Wanting him now, with the demanding urgency of first aroused sex, she put her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers. Her wanting him enough to pull him down surprised him. He hadn't stopped to think about her going into heat like an animal. Her demanding pull and willing legs wrapped around him brought him up to a peak of hardness again.
With his dick still embedded in her, probing around in the hot, slippery darkness, he could do nothing more than force her over on her back and mount her again. She rolled easy this time and waited for his hip-thrusting to begin, her cunt walls squeezing down on the leathery thickness rammed up in her.
"You like that, don't you?" his husky whisper brought goose bumps to her flesh.
"Yes, oh yes, I do, I do like it," she assured him as her legs wrapped around his waist, exposing her pussy to his hard frantic thrusts.
"That there's good dick you getting," he assured her again as he slid his meaty organ in and out like a freight train going through a tunnel.
Fascinated by his own words, he separated enough from her to watch as his red, powerful throbbing cock knifed inside her again and again.
"Hold me, hold me tight!" she began as she felt her approaching climax. Unable to say more, she just held on as panting moans burst from her throat and her hips swung up to meet the onslaughts of his jerking cock. It was more than she could bear, the tension, the surging, the need, the climax that hit her like a sledge hammer and she screamed low and long before she passed out from the pleasure of his cock.
She had never enjoyed anything that good before and she had enjoyed it just as much ever since, age limit never meaning a damn thing to her. It hadn't really meant so much to Jed Oakes either, but he had been glad when she turned eighteen, glad enough to give her a lacy, see-through negligee as a present. Jed liked his pussy whenever he could get it, but he especially enjoyed Billie Lee and took any trucking job that came his way if it took him past the diner she owned.
Jed Oakes was twenty-five and even at that young age, one of the best drivers in the state. His Pa and his uncle were both drivers and they had taught him to drive when he was old enough to see over the steering wheel. They taught him other things, too, as soon as his boy-cock was developed enough to do its stuff. He had been fifteen and big for his age, riding sandwiched between the two men as they spelled each other on a long stock haul to Galveston. The Texas summer sun was hot and he had been riding in his shorts for comfort, dozing a little as the men talked away to each other, to keep awake and break the monotony. He was vaguely aware that they were talking about him when he heard his uncle saying, "Look a-here at this boy, Gem. How old is he getting to be?"
"Must be older than I figured, Jake. I reckoned he was only 15 but that looks a lot older to me. If he's as big as that now, I reckon he's gonna beat both you and me when he's full grown."
"Well, I'm gonna have a look at it, nephew or no nephew; any boy that big at his age is a prize winner," his uncle had replied and then Jed felt a heavycalloused hand coming down on the hard, straight line cutting through the cloth of his shorts. His reflexes had been quick, even then, and his legs flew apart, making it easy for the good stroking feeling to wash over him.
"Son-of-a-bitch! Did you see that? He's ready for it all right, hot as a ten-cent firecracker on the Fourth of July," his uncle had muttered over the roar of the motor.
As he started to pull down the boy's shorts, Jed came fully awake and clutched at them, shy at being caught naked in front of his elders.
"Hold still, boy, I ain't gonna hurt you," his uncle boomed out.
Jed had rubbed the sleep from his eyes with one hand while he kept the other holding his pants on, fighting away his uncle's hand.
"Listen to your Uncle Jake, boy. He don't mean no harm," his Pa's voice commanded him.
He had obeyed then, closing his eyes again and slipping back against the seat as his shorts were pulled down his legs.
"Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch," his uncle said again. "Look at the peter on that boy, Clem. 'Most big enough to do a job with, I reckon."
"Looks to me he's getting a little hair, too," drawled his Pa. "How's his balls a-coming?" The question was as unconcerned as if he had been discussing a piece of livestock.
Jed spread his legs wider again as his uncle's hand gently fondled around for the drooping sack beneath his rigid cock.
"Yep, got a pair of good uns," came the satisfied reply as he cupped the boy's newly emerged balls in his calloused palm.
"You reckon he can do it?" his Pa's voice sent a shiver through him as he half-wondered, half-wanted to do it, whatever it was.
"One way to find out," was the answer before silence fell between the. two men.
All Jed could hear was the roar of the motor and his own beating heart. His legs were still spread and he waited, wanting the touching hands to come to hjs cock again. He felt the warm slipperiness of spit sliding over the tender head of his young cock and then the big man had him captured, holding him, squeezing him, rubbing him around and around.
He kept his eyes closed, but his hips surged and arched straight up, seeking the tightness of the hand that was grinding away at his cock. He hadn't known what it was as his come surged up for the first time. All he knew was that it felt good, felt better than anything he had ever felt before and he wanted to go on and on and on. His uncle had felt the throbbing of his cock and squeezed harder, leaving the hole in his head of his cock free as he spumed his seed in spurts and jets out of his balls, across his belly and chest, with the heat of it matching the summer Texas sun.
"Goddamn if he ain't ready. We gonna have to buy this young'un a woman tonight, Clem."
Jed could tell the pride in his uncle's voice and knew that whatever it was he had done, it was O.K. Opening his eyes, he sat up and reached down to pull his shorts back up.
"You O.K., boy? You ain't scared are you?" his father asked him gently.
"No, Pa. I ain't scared. It felt too good to get scared," he replied thoughtfully.
Both men had laughed at that, their roars echoing through the cab of the truck as they slapped their legs and each other's back. Jed decided it was a happy sound, not a mock one and joined in with them. All of a sudden he felt closer to them both than he ever had.
"Jed, you a man now, or near to being one. What your Uncle Jake just did to you warn't bad, but there's things that feel better, heaps better. Fucking is what I'm talking about boy. You know what fucking is, don't you?" his father had asked.
Jed had just nodded his head and waited for his father to go on.
"Well, that's what men do, and I reckon you're gonna make a right fine man. Least ways I'm gonna do my best to show you what it's like. You can do what you like after that. Tonight, we're gonna get your first fucking. Now, don't you go getting scared, it's good. Lots better than using your hand. You're gonna like it, I promise you. You believe me, don't you?"
"Yeah, Pa. I believe you. Just tell me how to do it. I ain't never fucked before." Jed's reply had been too serious to permit either man to laugh at it. He felt his father get a little uncomfortable as he sat without asking his question.
"Wait 'til tonight," he had finally said. "Tonight we'll show you how. That's the best way."
They had rode in silence after that, Jed dozing off again with the easy floating of his first post-sex sleep. When he woke, the heat of the day had been tempered by dusk and they were approaching city lights.
They stopped at a truck-stop motel and after seeing to the cattle they were hauling, washed themselves clean in the bathroom separating their rooms. Jed had taken special care to slick back his hair and put on a clean pair of pants before they went out for dinner. He ate 'til his belly was full, but still felt unsatisfied as he kept thinking about his first fucking.
"You get enough, boy?" his Pa had asked, watching him carefully.
"I guess so. I can't get full, though, Pa," he had replied.
"What you're hungry after ain't food, boy. It's pussy," his uncle told him. "Come down to that, I guess I want a Utile pussy myself. Me and your daddy gonna go out and find a nice piece of tail, bring it back, and we'll cut a little piece. That sound O.K. to you?"
"I got to wait here for you?" Jed had asked, disappointed.
"Yes, you're most too young to go out where pussy roves around. Don't you worry, though, we won't be long. You just go on back to the room and wait for us. Mind you now, keep your hands off your peter or, when it's pussy-time, you might not be able to cut it You hear me?" his uncle warned.
"Yes sir, I won't mess with it," Jed promised as he left them.
The men weren't gone long, maybe an hour or two, but when you're alone in a motel room, time goes slowly. Jed read comics and swatted bugs that flew around the light outside the door before he finally got tired and slipped off his clothes and went to bed. The murmur of voices woke him from his light sleep and he slipped out of bed, following the faint beam of fight that came from the parted bathroom door. As he came nearer, the voices became louder and he heard music from the radio. Laughter cut into the stillness and all of a sudden, Jed felt shy as he approached an adult world he had never been in before. As he stood there, undecided as to whether or not to go on, his pa's words came back to him.
"You ain't scared, are you?" It's good, lots better than using your hand. You'll like it."
It was enough to make him go ahead and open the door that closed him off from his first fuck. The light from the opening door, rather than any sound, caused the three in the other room to become quiet. Jed stood framed in the doorway, looking in.
His father and uncle were shirtless, their big, hairy chests bulging out of their tightly buckled pants. The room was full of cigarette smoke, and sitting on the edge of the bed, with a drink in her hand, was a woman. She sat there clad in a slip, her curves almost visible through the thin material. Jed decided she was younger and prettier than his mother, and then angrily put that thought out of his mind. There was no comparison, only the fact they were both woman, and that didn't master. This was a piece of pussy and, all of a sudden, he wanted it.
"Come on in here, Jed," his uncle had called out, not being as shy as Jed's father. "Naureen, this here is my nephew, Jed. He's got the biggest cock of any fifteen-year-old in Texas!" Jake proudly announced. "You're gonna get his cherry, how you like that?" he asked her with a grin, and wiped a dribble of beer off his chest.
"I never been fucked by anybody under nineteen," the woman said pleasantly. "Come in here, sonny, I heard a lot about you tonight, and I reckon it time we got to know each other." She patted the side of the bed where she was sitting.
Jed crossed over to her, wishing he was bigger, feeling small next to his uncle and father. Sitting down next to her on the bed he forgot everything but the nearness of her body and the sweet warm smell that came from her half-naked breasts.
"You really and truly only fifteen?" she asked quietly.
"Sixteen in March, m'am," he replied truthfully.
"You sure a mighty fine looking boy, do you know that?"
"You mighty fine looking, too," he drawled, his eyes fastened on the cleavage that accented the size of her soft globe-like titties.
"And a smooth talker, too!" she whispered, her eyes looking into his, holding him in their stare. "Can I feel between your legs?" she asked, forgetting the other men in the room.
"If you'll let me feel between yours!" he replied.
The roars of laughter from his uncle and father annoyed her more than it did him.
"Shut up, both you dumb fuckers. You want to mess it up?" she yelled at them before turning again all soft and easy with him. "Why don't you start off with my titties? I'd be right glad to have you feeling them."
Their hands reached for each other at the same time and as Jed kneaded the soft fullness of her breasts through the cloth of her slip she stroked the hard outline of his cock. There was a silence in the room and they forgot everything but themselves.
"Honey, I reckon you gonna be a damn fine man someday. Hell, you're a damn fine man now!" Her soft hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts to grasp his throbbing young cock.
"I'd sure like to fuck you, Ma'm," he said politely.
Again the roar of laughter from the two men in the room was silenced by her. "Both you clods, get out of here. Go on in the next room and wait there until I say you can come back," she demanded.
"Oh, come on, Naureen. I'd kinda hoped to watch my nephew lose his cherry," Jake complained.
"I reckon she's right," Jed's father had drawled into the silence that followed. "We got no business watching him same as he's got no business watching us. A man's fucking is a mighty private thing." He had gotten up, patted Jed on the back and led the way out of the room.
The clicking of the door closing had been signal enough for Jed to slip the short down his legs and off his body. He stood there proud of the slim rod of hard cock that soared out in front of him, rubbing it while he looked at her.
"Don't rub it too much, honey, wait for a minute then ni take care of it for you," the woman whispered. Then she motioned him towards the bed as she stood and began stripping.
Jed lay there, on top of the covers, arms behind his head, cock hard and hot as new steel, watching her undress. He watched with interest as her panties came off. He had never seen a woman naked there before. When she had finished, she came to bed slowly, turning on her side to face him.
"Slide over here and put your arms around me," she whispered.
The softness and smoothness of her body caused Jed's cock to throb with more life than it had when his uncle was jerking him off that afternoon. Rubbing her breasts, he pulled himself in closer to her until they were face to face, eyes staring into eyes.
"You ever kissed a girl before?" she asked.
"Just on the cheek sort of."
"You want to give me a little kiss on the mouth, just to show me how you like me, Jed?" She pleaded so nicely that Jed felt a surge of power move over him.
He hadn't replied, but guided his lips onto hers and then matched her movements so that within a few tries he was as expert as she was. His mouth pressed hard on hers, demanding as their bodies rubbed into one another.
She had slowly rolled over onto her back and he had followed so that he was lying stretched out on top of her, their lips still locked together. The weight of his youth was easy on her and she pulled him closer, loving the hard outline of his cherry cock as his hips made little probing hunches against her.
Jed rolled around on the hot mounds of her body, crushing the softness of her titties under him as his lips ate hungrily into hers. He had no idea what he was doing, but as she led him he knew he couldn't stop, wouldn't stop until the final surge of boy juice shot out of his cock.
"You liking this, honey?" she had asked softly when he tore his mouth from hers for air.
"Yes, m'am, I reckon fucking is mighty fine, if that is what it is," he panted into her ear.
"We not fucking, yet, baby. But we soon going to be, you just keep on doing like you was and let me show you," she breathed back with a small smile of satisfaction and hunger crossing her lips.
The smile drove Jed on more than the words, the feeling that he had to take her, had to show her what he could do, make her his, own her, fuck her. With all the wiry strength of his young arms, he gripped her as his tense searching cock plunged again and again into the softness of her belly.
She moaned and grabbed him back, holding him gently but tightly to her. Her hips moving under him reminded him of his pony when it was frisky on a cool Fall morning. Remembering that he was having cunt for the first time, she gently pushed him down her long body showing him the way. Jed allowed her to do as she wished because he was aware of being taught. He did miss her hot full lips, though, and his mouth found a substitute in her fat tits.
Their bodies slid easily across one another, his smooth boy flesh softer than her lush woman's body. When he was down far on her, he sucked and teased her breasts. He found them as good to play with as her lips had been and the thrill of feeling her nipples grow hard within his mouth almost made him shoot his load before they had even begun to fuck.
"Take it easy, tiger," she warned, pulling his hips so close into her body that he couldn't dry-fuck her anymore. "Just lie there for a few minutes 'til you're calm again and then we'll go for broke!"
"Can I suck your titties while we're lying here?" Jed pleaded, the frustration of bottled up come causing his balls to ache.
"I wish you would. It feels mighty fine to me, baby," she had sighed and pulled his head down onto her swollen breasts again.
He felt his breathing slow as she kept her hands tight on his hips so he couldn't hunch into her again. With that pleasure taken from him he concentrated on the mouthful of tit he had greedily chewed into. The tight nipple topping the warm soft mound became hard. She let him play until one nipple became too sensitive from his chewing and then shifted his head to the other one.
Feeling the power build in him again, but holding it back until she asked for it, begged for it, Jed kept his hard cock pressed against her belly while he slid his tongue again and again over her plum-like nipples. Finally she moaned and moved beneath him and he knew it was time for fucking. His hips came into play again and this time she didn't try to stop their frantic plunging. Instead she slipped a hand between them and directed his tight boy-peter down lower. Jed liked her touching him, but felt that her hand was in the way and impatiently pushed it aside. At the same time he pulled at her hand, she drew it back and he shot his hips downwards.
He couldn't believe the heat, the softness, the caressing that his peter plunged into. It was like having a million hands rubbing his cock while he swam in a hot tub. His cock plunged downwards into the comfort, deeper and deeper as he tried to shove his entire body into her pussy.
"Good pussy, good pussy," he had moaned as his hips arched into a downward trajectory that carried with it his body, his dick, his balls, and his come. He clutched her as he surged through her, his plentiful young seed juicing up her cunt more than it ever had been before.
"Jesus, whatta load!" she had breathed when they both had finally stopped hunching and settled down to resting, him again on top of her.
"What's a load?" Jed had asked her.
She explained that and a lot of other things to him that night. He fucked her twice more before drifting off to sleep and only vaguely remembered her slipping from him and going to the next room where his Pa and uncle waited for their turns.
Neither Billie Lee nor Jed were thinking about their first fucking now, not when they had each other to think about and to fuck with. He was moving into high gear on top of her, his trucking instinct telling him when he could roll down the wide-open highway towards pussy with no thought for speed limits.
As his heavy thrusts took his purple, swollen cock far into her again and again, Billie Lee let her body go, let it take what it wanted, fucking, fucking, dick thrusting fucking. Her nails clawed into Jed's back and she gnashed her teeth together over and over again in a vain search for his flesh between them.
The rippling muscle of his belly carried his weight soaring high off her twisting, begging belly as it sucked in and knotted over the dick caught up inside her. Her tits were scratching their way across the hair on his heavily muscled chest as their upper bodies met and stuck together with the force of her arms holding them.
Jed's panting was heavier now, faster, deeper, his body working like a champ, demanding more and more air and blood and pussy. As he jerked his hips frantically in the last movements of stabbing his thick, powerful tool into her hot, tight cunt, he felt his come bursting out of his balls and flooding down the passageway of his cock.
"Gonna, gonna, gonna come, come, come" he warned her, unable to stop it, using his hips as a pump, forcing it down faster, faster, faster until it burst forth in white thick spurts splashing up in her, working its way so far up she could almost feel it coming out her mouth.
"Fuck, Jed, fuck, fuck, fuck," she demanded even as she felt him coming. Her climax was slow this time, a little behind his. Jed heard her demanding beneath him and kept his cock in action, its hardness never failing him or her.
"Now, oh, oh, oh, now, oh, oh!" she yelped out as her cunt contracted and trapped him on the down stroke up in her.
His dick struggled free of the cunt hold and slipped down into her hole again, its hardness bringing the final spasm of climax before she passed out with the wonderful pleasure of it all.
CHAPTER TWO
It might have stopped them from giving such a good performance if they had known about it, but since what you don't know can't hurt you, Jed and Billie Lee had been giving a fuck show to an unseen audience. In the dark of the trailer's adjoining room, Mary Lee Bailey crouched, naked and hot. Her eyes were glued to a peephole she had drilled, between her sister's bedroom and her own, one day after hearing sounds of a hellacious fucking going on. She had used it time and time again, but she especially enjoyed using it when Jed Oakes was with Billie Lee. None of the other truckers could quite match him for fucking ability although a couple of them topped him in size.
As she watched his thick, triangular back rise and fall with each hunch of his muscular hips, Mary Lee felt the pulsing of her cunt until she was almost out of her mind. Silently her hands glided over her breasts, lingering to softly pinch the hard nipples. Moving on down she cupped herself softly, weighing the heavy, warm mounds of flesh, pretending it was Jed's hands on her taut breasts and not her own.
Her eyes never left the peephole and from her vantage point, she could see the thick stalk of Jed's cock as it emerged from her sister's pussy. She watched and held her breath as he hesitated on the end of his backstroke before shoving down into the red, ready flesh again and again.
She could almost feel his hips plunging into her, almost feel his cock shoving into her cunt. Unable to stand the tension any longer, her hands seized the long, green cucumber she had kept waiting until her empty, hungry cunt couldn't stand the torture of not being fucked any longer. Balancing carefully on her knees, she thrust her legs apart and ran the hard tapered end around the lips of her pussy. It was still cold from the icebox and the chill of the cold firm meat sent a shiver through her body.
"Dicks must be hot," she thought to herself, "they must be nice and hot and easy to slide in, not cold like this goddamned cucumber."
As the chill of the cucumber wore off in the boiling heat of her cunt, she slipped it further in, keeping time to the hunching of Jed's hips as he fucked away in the other room. Bit by bit it warmed to her heat and as her pussy juiced it up, it slid faster and easier into her.
Taking care not to make a sound, she kept her eye glued to the hole in the wall while she kept the fucking motion of the cucumber rippling through her. The hard, green artificial dick was bigger than the dick that Jed was giving her sister, for Mary Lee had picked the biggest cucumber she could find in the garden. Gripping the tip with her fingernails, so that she had a firm grip but not enough to cut out any of the length she so badly wanted, she shoved it faster and faster into her pussy.
In the next room Jed's hips made an especially wide spread as he backstroked out of Billie Lee. Looking straight into his ass and crotch, Mary Lee could see the thick, pulsating stalk at the base of his body. His balls swung heavy and tender, full of come, red and luscious, dangling between his asshole and his cock. Mary Lee wanted badly to be lying there, behind him, with her tongue up his ass, her hands caressing his balls and then on the hunk of dork that he was shoving so hard into her sister.
Just thinking about it made Mary Lee's cunt tighten up and as she followed Jed's rhythm by thrusting her cucumber deep within herself she knew mat climax was very, very near. Jed's movements showed her that he was as close to shooting as she was, and she hurried to keep up with him.
As he was yelling out, "Gonna, gonna, gonna come, come, come!" Mary Lee felt herself coming in time with him. She could see the surge of fluid through his cock as it pulsated and throbbed again and again, discharging load after load of hot, male gunk. That set her off, her pussy craved climax, and her pussy walls caved in on the cucumber, trapping it inside her quivering cunt. Unable to move it in or out, she finally collapsed on the floor, and lay there, writhing soundlessly as the green tool kept mercifully hard deep within her.
She lay there on the floor, her arms wrapped around herself, crushing her tits with her own strength. The tightly gripped cucumber in her cunt throbbed with each contraction that racked her body. From the next room she heard the pleading of her sister and then the low animal cry as she reached the end of the fucking road. That was the final signal for Mary Lee to collapse down onto the carpeted floor, curled up into a ball, taking poor consolation from the feel of her own flesh.
She lay there, quietly as she could, lonesome for another body, her own warmth no compensation for the lack of a hard-muscled man lying on top of her. She wanted arms around her, legs pressing against her, a hairy chest rubbing into her tits and a hard, tough demanding mouth crushed down against her own. Thinking about that made the tears come faster until she was silently shaking with repressed crying.
Unaware of Mary Lee, his envious eyes fastened on the two bodies twisted together on the bed inside. Lay H. Hammonds stood with a hard-on so big it threatened to bust right out of his pants. His throat was bone dry, and he wished he hadn't left his bottle of whiskey back in the truck. He had seen it all, the first stripping of clothes from the warm flesh of the two bodies; the first demanding kisses; the rubbing up together; and the first deliberate sticking of dick into Billie Lee's waiting pussy. With his cock so hard he couldn't blink his eyes, he stood there now, the only one not to have a climax. His balls were swollen and packed tight with hot loads and the head of his dick was like a bull tied up, but within sniffing distance of a heifer in heat. As he rubbed his hands slowly over the bulge in the grey work pants, he remembered back to one of the few pieces of pussy he had ever had. It had been just before he dropped out of school. He was having the usual trouble keeping up with the rest of the class, and one day, his teacher, asked him to stay after everyone else had left for the day.
Her name was Miss Benson, and she was one of the few teachers who took pains with the big, gawky, slow boy. Lay H. was grateful to her for the time she spent with him, and he gladly agreed to stay. , That afternoon was different, though; he could tell by the way she kept fidgeting, getting up to look out into the hall, tugging at her dress, fanning herself with a notebook. Finally, when half an hour had passed and the school was completely deserted, she came to stand behind him.
"I think you're getting your arithmetic a lot better now, Lay H." she said in a peculiar throaty whisper as she bent over his shoulder. Her breath was soft and moist on his neck and Lay H. could smell her perfume. His cock started to rise, its giant proportions massing in the crotch of his pants.
"Now, let's see," Miss Benson had continued, bending closer over him until he could feel the points of her breasts pressing against his shoulder. "I think that column is too hard, ah, I mean, you've got too much there, Lay H. Do it, do it again."
Lay H. had bent over his paper, trying to concentrate on the figures that were swimming around in the surging undertow of lust he felt washing through him. His cock was jerking with each beat of his heart, and his muscles were so tense his hands were trembling.
"Maybe it would be better if you did it at the blackboard, Lay H. There's lots of room, and I can help you," Miss Benson whispered in his ear.
"This is just fine, thank you, M'am," he had replied after gulping hard. His ears burned because he knew that if he got up she would see his hard-on.
"No, I think it would be better for you to go to the blackboard," she had insisted with a hint of a command in her voice. "Come on, now. Get up and let me help you," she ordered, holding out her hand and then taking his when he made no move.
Red-faced, ashamed of the thick column that was pressing against his dungarees, he stumbled to his feet and turned his head the other way as Miss Benson led him forward. When she didn't say anything, he took a look at her and was surprised to find her eyes glued to his crotch.
"There now, this is a lot better," she said, smiling at him still holding onto his hand. "There's lots of room to work and I can keep an eye on you."
"What do you want me to do, M'am?" he heard himself asking. "I mean which problem do you want me to try first?" he added, blushing deeper as his peter refused to go down.
"A part of your trouble, Lay H., is that you're too timid. I know you can do lots of things the others can't You should be more sure of yourself."
"Yes, M'am," he said as her hand pressed his big calloused palm experimentally.
"You're not afraid of me, are you, Lay H.?" she asked, moving closer to him.
"No, M'am," he replied, looking down to his feet wishing he could go to the bathroom and jack-off.
"You aren't ashamed because you're excited, are you?" her whisper came almost in his ear, and he almost came in his pants. He couldn't answer, but just stood there like a dumb ox, a hung, dumb ox, his dork slung half-way to his knees.
"Relax, there's nothing for you to be ashamed about. All boys your age get excited around girls, just like you're doing now. I guess it gets a little uncomfortable sometimes, doesn't it?" she asked, still squeezing his hand.
"Yes, Ma'am," he muttered, wishing he could grab her and hunch up against her soft, sweet-smelling body until the come shot out of his cock.
"Are you uncomfortable now? I mean, that looks awfully big to me. Maybe its caught in your underwear or bent the wrong way. If it is, why don't you straighten it out? Don't mind me, I understand all about those things."
Not answering, he stuck his hand under the waistband of his dungarees, slid it down his sweaty belly and prodded his dick out of the tangle of groin hair it was caught in.
"Now, you can't really fix it properly that way, Lay H.," she cooed watching his hand slide out from the heat of his crotch. "Why don't you unsnap your pants, pull the zipper down, fix yourself so you're comfortable?"
"It's O.K. now," he whispered through a tight, dry throat, surprised at how husky his voice sounded.
"I don't think it is. I think you're scared of me, Lay H. Are you really ashamed to do that in front of me?" she goaded him with soft murmurs.
"I'm not afraid," he growled as he shook his "hand away from hers and began to unfasten his pants. He let the rough, faded cloth slip down over his muscular ass, exposing the white of his briefs. They were distorted by the pulsating rod that thrust out like a cock on a bull.
"Lay H., I didn't know you were so big," Miss Benson's voice was a low, gurgling sound that curdled Lay H.'s blood, turning it to come.
"Yes, M'am, I am big," he replied, becoming sure of himself, proud of his cock.
"Do you ever play with it, Lay H?" Miss Benson asked, gently brushing his shirt away so that she could see the bulge better.
"Some," he admitted.
"Show me what you do, Lay H. I've never seen anybody do it."
Lay H. glanced around the room. It was empty, but it was big, the space filled him with a sense of uneasiness. "Not here," he replied, pulling his pants up again.
"In the cloak-room, Lay H., we'll go in there. Don't be afraid. Nobody will see us."
She took him by the hand and led him into the dim light of the cloak-room.
"See, I have a key. We'll lock the door behind us. Nobody can come in now," she promised turning the key in the lock and turning to face him again.
"Now, take your pants off, Lay H. I want to see your thing."
His fear suddenly gone, sure of his privacy and his big cock, Lay H. began to strip off all his clothes. As he tugged his shirt over his head, the clean, sharp smell from his armpits reached Miss Benson's quivering nostrils and made her knees shake. She had to reach out and grab one muscular shoulder for support. Lay H. looked at her in alarm for a minute.
"You all right, Miss Benson?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, I'm just fine, Lay H. You go on taking off your clothes like I told you to," she urged as her eyes swept over his over-sized chest down to the line of hair that ran from his belly-button down to disappear into his shorts.
He stood before her for a minute, clad only in tight brief underpants. His cock was jerking like a fish on a hook, swinging this way and that, moving around like it was sniffing out something.
Excited to the point of not caring who saw him do it, Lay H. ripped his shorts off, and as he stepped free of them, grasped his meaty penis tightly in one massive fist and began to jack-off. The dark red of his cock head turned to deep purple under the squeezing of his hand, the long shaft tensed with a surge of blood and his come was about to shoot out like water through a sluice.
"Wait a minute, Lay H.," Miss Benson instructed, reaching out to put her hand onto his, stopping his jacking motions. "I've got a better idea. You're going to learn something new. I think you'll like it. It'll be just between us. We won't tell anybody else. It'll be just our secret, all right," She didn't wait for his answer, but pulled her dress up to her waist and began tugging down her panties.
Lay H. watched curiously. He'd never seen a woman's pussy before, but he knew that's what they were called. When all he was a fat, hair-covered mound, he felt a little disappointed.
"Is that all there is to a pussy?" he asked bewildered.
"Most of it's inside, Lay H. You have to push your thing into it!" Miss Benson explained pushing up close to him.
"I've never done it before," he told her.
"Most boys your age can't do it at all, Lay H. Don't you want to learn how?"
"Nobody will see us, will they?" he asked, looking around again.
"Nobody, and we won't tell anybody either," she assured him as she moved so close to him he could feel the hair on her cunt brushing against the head of his peter.
"You want me to stick it in?" he asked excitedly.
"Stick it in slow, Lay H., then you'll know what to do," she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him tightly against her.
Lay H. started out slowly, but as soon as his cock head slipped between those furry lips and hit the slippery cunt passage, he lunged forward in hard clean strokes letting his dick shove in as far as it would go.
The effect on Miss Benson had been as good as it was on him. She began to moan and hunch against him, throwing her body into him with frantic, urgent hunchings. She felt his big, hard body shudder against her and pulled him tighter so he wouldn't stop. Her cunt walls clutched at the meat trapped there and her clit ground into his hard pelvic mound until it turned into jelly.
Lay H. shot off once and would have stopped, but she kept holding onto him and hunching. His cock wilted a little and then jerked up to hardness again when he started hunching back into Miss Benson's demanding body. His breathing was coming in gasps at the exertion and excitement of it all. His dork kept going, surging forward, arching straight into the soft, hot pussy walls, fucking into the center of Miss Benson's begging hole.
MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE!" HE HEARD MISS BENSON BEGGING. "DICK, PETER, FUCK, FUCK, IN, IN, IN MORE, PLEASE," SHE KEPT MOANING FRANTICALLY AS HER HIPS SHOVED INTO HIM. "AHHHHHH, AHHHHH, AUUGGGGGHHHH, OOOOHHHHHHH! THE SOUNDS BURST FROM HER AS HER CUNT CREAMED AND THEN COLLAPSED ON THE SHOVING, THICK, DEMANDING DORK STILL FUCKING HER.
As she fainted, Lay H. lowered her gently to the floor, climbed on top and fucked her twice more before his cock stopped shooting.
"You stay after school everyday and I'll help you, Lay H.," she promised as they were getting dressed.
"Yes, M'am, I sure will," he nodded more than ready to stay again.
"And we won't tell anybody about it, will we?" she asked firmly.
"No, M'am, nobody," he promised.
"Good! It's getting late now, Lay H. Maybe you'd better start for home."
"Yes Ma'am, thank you, Ma'am," he replied as he turned to leave.
That had lasted until Miss Benson had been caught fucking with two boys on the football team and there had been a scandal. Then Miss Benson had to leave town, and Lay H. was without a friend again.
After she left, things were bad for Lay H. He wasn't exactly an idiot, but he was a little slow. In the small town he grew up in this was not unusual, but as others grew out of their slumber into some degree of independence, his deepened until he was the rag tail for every other one of his schoolmates. That may have been why he had tried to run away from home three times before he was eighteen. Whatever the reason, his love of the open road hadn't helped him get any smarter. About the best thing that had happened to him was when the owner of the local stockyard had taken pity on him and hired him as an odd-job boy and taken the time to make sure he had the proper food and a place to sleep in the bunkroom by his truckers. The combination of hard work and plentiful food had worked like a charm on him, kept him more or less satisfied and maintained his gigantic body.
His back was the envy of every footballer on the local team and his hands and arms were more than a match for any Indian wrestling encounter he was teased into. In his own way, he was a handsome enough boy with thick black hair, more often than not unkempt, and lying low across his brow in a shaggy curve. His eyes were deep and very dark, but there was nothing behind them at all. Even when he smiled, they remained dead. Even so, he was a gentleman and tolerated the mild teasing that still followed his bulky, muscled body. As he grew into manhood, his cock grew in proportion to the rest of the body so that its thick gigantic length was the object of speculation and jokes. He didn't mind it when other men looked at him in men's rooms and, if asked, he would flip his cock out and show it to anyone bold enough to ask about it.
His primary sex release was jerking-off and this he did as many as five times a day, after Miss Benson left, slowing down only when the perpetual beating made his cock too sore to touch. As he and his cock grew and toughened together, his jacking-off had no more effect on him than to make his cock swell into even greater proportions than it would have had it been left alone. It ended up being as thick as a skinny man's wrist, between eleven and twelve inches long, depending upon how you measure it, and so thick it scared off the one whore he had worked up the nerve to approach.
Jed Oakes was the first trucker to take him along on a trip to help handle the stock. The two of them had worked so well together that Jed never made a run without him now, and Lay H. followed him around like a dog with a much-loved master. Jed would tell him about his fucking on the long drives from yard to yard so that he knew as much about fucking than most men with twice his experience. He still was too shy to try making out with a steady girl or even to go out and buy himself a piece of tail when he reached a town big enough to have fresh tail available. Instead he would go to the movies in the long evenings when Jed was out pussy-chasing. He usually ended up letting some queer blow him and once or twice had even stayed overnight working them half to death with his demands.
In spite of that, he still wanted a woman and tonight, after having seen Jed shoving his cock up into Billie Lee until both of them were knocked unconscious by their loads, he wanted to fuck worse than he ever had before. Standing there in the dark outside the trailer he could hardly stand the hurt of unshot come filling his balls. Its purple mushroom shaped top was almost raw from rubbing against the top of his pants, striving to get out of the clothes and into a cunt. As he thought about jerking-off, even if only to relieve the pressure filling his balls, a long, low bellow cut through the night air. Lay H. jumped and then remembered the cargo that he and Jed were hauling. It was a prize heifer, securely locked away in a special compartment of the stock truck. She was deep in heat and was being taken down to a ranch outside Houston to be bred with a bull who was waiting on stud for her arrival.
Although it was the first time she had been bred, she seemed to know what lay in store for her at the end of the journey. All the way down, her loud bellowing had filled the truck, making Lay H. and Jed grin at first, and then stuff cotton in their ears when it got to be too much to take. Soon after they stopped for the night she had become quiet. Now the night was in danger of being ruined as her bellowing began again.
"God damned cow," Lay H. muttered to himself as he quietly left the trailer window and headed for the truck. "You gotta stop that noise or none of us is gonna get any sleep tonight." Reaching the truck, he swung his muscular body into the back, grabbed a flashlight from its holder near the back doors and flicked it on. Instantly the cow stopped bellowing.
"What's the matter with you, cow?" Lay H. asked crossly as he shone the light into her compartment. "You got enough feed and water in there, I reckon. I gave you a whole lot when we stopped." He talked to himself as he made sure his charge was comfortable.
Just having company seemed to satisfy the cow for she stood still, switching her tail back and forth, jaws munching into the feed provided for her. Once he was satisfied she was all right, Lay H. started to leave, wanting to catch the second act about to be performed in the trailer. As he lowered himself from the truck, the bellowing began again.
"Son-of-a-bitch, you mean I got to cow-sit all fucking night while Jed fucks up yonder in the trailer?" he cussed to himself before climbing back into the truck. When he switched on the flashlight again, the cow became still. It was cool in the truck and so long as the cow was quiet, it was a good enough place to sit for a smoke. Settling down by the rear doors, Lay H. lit a cigarette and tried to forget that he was once again doing without pussy. His cock was still bulging against the front of his pants, crawling up his belly, worrying him so that a cigarette didn't have any effect on him at all.
When he tossed the cigarette butt out the back, his hand fell down into his crotch, sliding along the length of his peter. Slowly, almost without thinking about it, he trailed his fingers up and down the pulsating rod. His fingers made a little scratching sound as they brushed against the rough cloth.
Soon the sound of a zipper being carefully lowered whispered through the night. Shifting his ass up off the floor of the truck, Lay H. pulled his pants down over his hips. Then, rubbing his hand across his hard, hairy belly, he slipped it under the waistband of his shorts, slid it down to his balls, and held their sweaty sack in his calloused palm. Spreading his legs wider, he trailed his fingers down below his egg-sized balls, into the hairy sensitive area between his cock and his ass. It felt good to tickle himself there. His dork bucked and swayed as his hands moved about over his crotch, exploring, feeling, tickling, teasing himself as he delayed touching his cock.
Shifting his ass up again, Lay H. tugged his shorts down so they lay in a tangled knot just below his knees. With his cock was at last free of the confining cloth, sprang out from his groin like a third leg, cutting into the night air looking for cunt. The thick head glinted with fuck oil and along the network of working veins, his pulse beat could be seen. Grasping his meat low down, far away from the blasting cap of nerve ends clustered around the top, Lay H. gently began to slide the flexible skin up and down the inner iron core of dick. Simulating the clutch of pussy as best he could, Lay H. loosened his hand on the up strokes and then clutched his cock fiercely on the down strokes. The clotted cream of his come was churning around in his cods, threatening to come boiling over. Finishing off was the last thing Lay H. wanted to do. Masturbation is lonely at best, and so he sat there in the dark, slowly teasing his cock, dreaming about pussy.
It was quiet in the truck, and Lay H. forgot that he had an audience in the back. The little heifer blinked uncomprehendingly as he jacked-off, just as she had blinked uncomprehendingly two days before when she had been the unwitting catylist for a ranch hand getting a piece of pussy off her owner's wife.
Mary Dobbs was a farmer's daughter and now a cattleman's wife. There wasn't much she didn't know about ranching and it wasn't unusual to find her strolling around the barns when her husband was off the place attending to other business. On this particular afternoon, just when the heat of the day was at its worst, she had suddenly appeared in the big, old fashioned barn to check on the cattle that were sick or in heat. She had just gotten up from a nap and the sleepy, sensuous look of the bed was still etched on her face.
She was a big-boned woman, careless about her looks, but still young enough not to have to worry about them. She had auburn hair and wore it long, loose and thick. She had one of her husband's old white shirts tucked into a pair of dungarees and was wearing a pair of boots that accentuated the slenderness of her ankles and calves.
"You think this one's about ready for the Houston trip, Sam?" she called out to the only person in the barn.
"Appears to me she's right anxious to go, M'am," came the drawled reply.
"It's the first time for her, you reckon she'll be able to make it all right? That stud fee has to be paid whether it takes or not, and Tom'll be made as hell if he doesn't get a prize winner out of it," she continued, her eyes rurining expertly over the young heifer.
"I checked her out myself," Sam assured her. "She's in good shape. Her temperature is right, she's on feed, nothing's wrong that I can see. No reason for that screwing not to take, providing the bull is O.K."
"The bull's in good shape. They're keeping him off duty until we send this one down." Mary closed the subject, deciding there was nothing more she could do except wait.
"Any problems out here that I ought to know about, Sam?" she asked fastening her eyes on the broad, creased face of their general foreman.
"Men getting a little restless. Haven't had a day off to get into town since the roundup started," he replied, sure she would know what he meant.
"Getting horny, are they?
"Yep."
"You getting horny, too, Sam?"
"Hell, I reckon I stay that way." Mary ran her eyes over his work-toughened frame as expertly as she would have over a prize bull. He was a thick-necked, deep chested, tall man who was so flat and hard his dungarees only stayed up by clinging to his hip bones and the hard muscular mounds of his ass.
"You look horny," she said, her eyes boldly looked into his.
She hadn't set out to begin anything, but Tom, her husband, had been away for over a week and she was missing her regular screwing. The barn was big and empty, Sam was there, tall and strong, horny and all of a sudden, she wanted him.
"Looks like you're getting into heat as bad as that heifer there," he told her unconcernedly.
"Maybe so, but I don't aim to go all the way to Houston to do something about it"
"Don't reckon you have to. You might find what you looking for up in the hay loft," he told her with a jerk of his head upwards.
"It's gonna be hot up there," she replied.
"Not so bad if you get all your clothes off."
"Guess I'd better take up a blanket then, that hay can scratch the hell out of you." Mary was still being practical about it all even though the juice of her cunt was already running so strong it was about to soak through her pants.
Sam waited until she had disappeared up the ladder into the hayloft and then made a last minute check of the barn before following her up. Mary was naked by the time he reached the heat of the loft. In the dim light he could see her reclining on a mound of hay, the blanket under her. Without a word, he shucked off his shirt, stepped out of his boots and began to unfasten his belt. As he pulled his pants down, his cock sprang out, full and ready, its length growing out of the hair of his crotch. His balls dangled beneath, big and hard, like the cods on a prize bull. They swayed in their sack as he walked toward her.
The sweat on his chest was beginning to roll down to his belly and his tanned face and arms contrasted with the whiteness of his belly and hips. His body was rangy, hard and tight with muscle and sinew. He was a working and a fucking man. Mary knew she had been right to come up here with him and the more she looked at his peter and body, the more she wanted him lying hard on top of her, sliding his meat into her cunt, jabbing her with his manhood.
The nipples on her breasts turned a deeper red as they tightened. She spread her legs wide for him and beneath her auburn -haired snatch he glimpsed the pink slippery passage of her pussy, gleaming with fuck juices, waiting for him to slide in.
Lowering himself down on top of her, he carefully slid his dick in and then lay down, full weight onto her arching body. With powerful jerks his hips thundered down onto hers as his dick slid in and out of the hot, moist slippery hole his cock had found between her legs.
"Like that?" he asked in a guttural whisper.
"Dick me, dick, dick me, stick it in!" Mary moaned back as she felt every hard inch slip up her pussy again.
The sweat from both of them was running in rivers, making them slippery and almost cool as it evaporated. They made a squishing sound as their bodies moved together and then parted. Her breasts rubbed across his hard chest, their tips scratching on the mat of hair that covered him. He got tired of holding back and increased his strokes, letting his cock rev full blast. Then his cream came shooting out, jerking his peter with the force of its movement. It plastered her pussy walls, mixing with her own sticky oil until they were glued together. He kept hunching, his cock still hard, his body still working until he was sure she was out of heat.
"Now, Sam, now, now, in again, in, oh, oh, oh, SAM!" she screamed as her nails tore into his back and then she creamed and her pussy wrapped around his dick at the same time as her legs wrapped around his back.
He got up first and silently began to pull his clothes on. She watched him until he was almost dressed and then got up herself.
"If that little heifer gets it that good, Tom won't have to worry about getting a prize winner!" she told him with a broad satisfied smile.
Sam laughed easily, proud of the fucking he'd done with her, feeling good with his load off his balls.
"Tom won't be back for a couple of days more, Sam," she said as she tucked her shirt tail in.
"Anytime you want a screwing, just come on out to the barn, I'll be around somewhere," he politely told her.
The only creature that knew about them was the same heifer that now silently watched Lay H. jacking off.
CHAPTER THREE
Inside the trailer, Jed had broken out of his doze when he heard the heifer bellow. He had recognized it, of course, having been driven half-crazy with the sound of the hot cunted creature.
"That fucking hot little heifer is gonna keep on raising hell 'till I can get her to that big old bull that's waiting to pop it to her, I reckon," he drawled over to the creamy naked form of Billie Lee.
"Don't complain about the poor thing. I know just how she feels when I'm by myself here for a long time. Besides, once that bull does a job on her, she'll start to give milk. There's a lot to be said for cows fucking," she told him, snuggling close to his warm hairy body.
"One thing I sure like about you, Billie Lee, is that you're nothing but a good old girl from the country and you don't care who knows it. I reckon you know as much about livestock as I do, don't you now?"
"I've milked enough cows in my time," she replied before licking his ear. "But I don't reckon I could handle a truck half as good," she finished off, teasing him.
He pulled her closer into him but before he could take a chew out of her cherry nipples the cow bellowed again. The sound spitting through the night was enough to make Jed roll out of bed and start pulling on his pants.
"Sounds like there's something wrong with that damn fool cow. Lay H. might be out there seeing to her, but I got to find out for myself what the trouble is. That there's a right valuable piece of livestock and if anything happens to her, the yard boss will have my ass," he hurriedly told Billie Lee before slipping naked feet into his boots and heading out of the trailer.
Billie Lee watched him dress and leave her with a feeling of satisfaction glowing through her cunt, up to her breasts and spreading all over her.
"I reckon there's one of the finest looking men that ever comes to the diner," she smiled and hugged a pillow to her nakedness, letting it do as a substitute until she could hug the hard loving body of Jed Oakes into her again.
As she lay there contentedly, a slight undertone of sound escaped into the room, coming in jerks and sobs. As she became aware of it, she lay perfectly still, her head raised from the pillows so the beating of her heart wouldn't stifle her hearing. She quickly identified it as muffled sobbing and as her ears traced it to its source, she lept out of bed and without bothering to dress headed for the door to Mary Lee's room.
The two girls were twins, so a-like in every respect from hair to eyes, to weight, that they would have been indistinguishable had it not been for one glaring defect. Billie Lee had always done what she could to make up to Mary Lee the fun she was missing. More than that, she always looked after her twin with a care that made the other girl almost totally dependent upon her. The girls' father had been killed when a tractor overturned on him: Their mother, left with raising two youngsters and running a big farm, had married again, although her heart wasn't really in it. The stepfather, they had grown up hating, had made life hell for Mary Lee from the time he had set foot in the house and only the presence of Billie had kept her from killing herself. When they mother died the year before, it had been Billie Lee who had the sense to get a lawyer before their step-father could sell what was left of their land and run through the money with liquor and whores. As soon as they arranged for sale of the place and the money was safely in Billie's hands, the two girls had left and eventually ended up in the Southeastern part of the state, where Billie opened her diner. Partially because of her good cooking and partially because of her good fucking the diner was a success with the truckers and the girls were, for the first time in their lives, earning a little relaxation. Now that they were on their own and making money, Billie had a fund which was growing larger with each passing day. That fund was going to make up for all the years of hell her twin had gone through. The sounds of crying from Mary Lee's room now had been reason enough for Billie to rush to her.
As she opened the door and the light from her lamp cut a path in the darkness lying beyond, she found Mary Lee still huddled on the floor, sobs shaking her pearly gleaming breasts.
"Mary, honey, what's the matter? Did you have a bad dream? Come on, baby," Billy cooed as she quickly knelt and pulled her sister into her arms. "Come on, now, honey, you stop that. Hush, now, hush baby, and tell Billie what's wrong."
The sobbing slowed, but the other girl just shook her head instead of trying to explain away the tears.
"Are you feeling all right, baby? You're not sick, are you?" Billie was anxious when she didn't get a reply.
Again Mary Lee just shook her head and kept her face turned away from Billie's.
"Well, whatever it is, it's all right now. I won't let it happen again," Billie declared fiercely, hugging Mary's naked form and then pulling her to her feet.
As Mary Lee felt herself being pulled up, she remembered the cucumber still sticking in her cunt, and put a hand down to hide the protruding end. She was a little slow with the movement, however, and Billie Lee caught sight of the green knob that lay half-hidden in the curly blonde bush covering her twin's cunt.
"Mary, baby," she started and then frowned as she wondered how to ask the question. She knew Mary Lee used cucumbers, bananas, candles and anything else she could find in her cunt, and it didn't necessarily bother her. She probably would have too, except for the fact that since, she had been fifteen, she had been too busy fucking any man she cared to, to have to worry about doing any artificial ramming.
"You haven't hurt yourself, have you, honey?" she finally asked quietly. "Or got it stuck up in you or anything? You don't have to be shy with me, baby. Let me help you."
"Oh, Billie, you can't help me this time. You just can't." The anguished sob finally broke forth. "Nobody can ever until I look as pretty as you."
"Honey, you will, and soon. I promise you. Haven't I promised you and don't I always keep my promises?" Billie pulled her sister's face up to hers and looked deep into her tear-stained eyes. "We're gonna fix you up soon, baby, but even when we do, Lord knows I can't love you any more than I do now," she said as she kissed Mary Lee right on top of her harelip.
"Billie Lee, you're the only person in the world who could care enough for me, to kiss this ugly harelip of mine. Nobody else, 'specially no man, is gonna touch me until he's sewed up, and I'm pretty. Will I ever be, do you reckon? Will I ever be?"
"Come here, honey, come on here with me." Billie Lee took her sister by the hand and pulled her to the half-opened door of a bathroom beyond. The inside of the door was a full length mirror. Billie Lee made her crying sister stand right in front of it while she stood behind, talking to her, one hand lightly cupped over her sister's mouth.
"Now, you just look at yourself in that mirror, honey, and listen to me," Billie Lee began in her sweet, slow drawl. "We're twins, don't you forget that. Twins, and everything about us is the same. Look at your legs, long as mine and just as smooth and round. Prettiest pair of legs in this whole country, I reckon. Why, honey, even your pussy is pretty, just look at it, all big mounded and soft-looking. Look at that red slit and even with the cucumber sticking out of it, that's the prettiest cunt any girl could ask for."
"Is it pretty as yours, Billie? Is it really?" Mary asked in a hushed whisper.
"You just judge for yourself, baby doll," Billie replied stepping slightly to one side so her own body came into view. As she gazed at the two figures reflected in the mirror, she spread her legs slightly so her pussy was better visible.
"They do look a-like, don't they?" Mary whispered in wonder as her hand guided down to touch her hot mound and then over to cuddle the fat, fucked lips of her sister's cunt. Billie Lee was still hot from her last fucking and her sister's touch was good to her, good enough to make her spread her legs again and cuddle up closer to the warm cheeks of her ass.
"Even the hair is the same. Look at it all blonde and curly and thick. Why, if we were all covered up except for our pussies, I bet there wouldn't be a man on the road who could tell us apart!" Mary Lee giggled at the thought as she continued to squeeze and play with the two cunts, one in each hand.
"That's right, baby, these two pussies of ours are so much a-like that the only way I can tell the difference is by looking in the mirror, is you've got that big old cucumber stuck up in yours," Billie Lee drawled in an almost hypnotized voice.
"Have you ever...." Mary Lee started to say in a confidential whisper before Billie Lee cut her off and went on comparing their bodies.
"Look on up from the pussies, baby, our tummies are just as rounded and little and even the belly buttons are in the same place and are the same size," she was saying as she let her hands wander up her body first and then up her sister's. Her soft touch eased along the smooth flesh of their two bodies and her fingernails left little trails as she let them drag behind, like a harrow after a plow.
Mary Lee's pussy was beginning to squeeze down hard on the cucumber again as her sister's hands made her blood boil. She kept squeezing Billie's firm little pussy with slow, even motions of her hand while doing the same thing to herself. They were cupped up tight together, her back warmed by her twins front. The feel of another body next to hers was so good that Mary Lee almost forgot what she was doing.
"Look on up a little bit, honey. Our waists are both the same. Both are tiny and tight, all tucked in easy-like, like the middle of an hourglass." Billie let her hands run on up their two bodies, curving slightly as they left the smooth round tummy and hit the indenture of their perfectly formed waists.
"I never knew we were so much a-like before, Billie. I never really looked at you, even if we have shared the same bed since we were growing up," Mary whispered amazed at the lack of discrepancy in their twinness.
"That's 'cause you're shy, honey. But you'll get over that, too. Right now you just feel and look, you got to know how a-like we both are. I don't want you to worry 'bout how pretty you are again," Billie commanded her sister, as she unthinkingly hunched her hips forward to the feel of Mary's steady cunt-squeezing rhythm.
"We sure do feel the same. I wonder if it feels the same when I rub our cunts like I am now. Do you reckon it does?" Mary asked in a whisper.
"Pretty much the same. Good to me. I know that it must be good to you, too, huh?" Billie asked unthinkingly.
"Sure does feel good, cucumber or no cucumber, just rubbing makes my pussy juicy!" Mary Lee replied as she squeezed them both hard.
"See what it's doing to our titties, honey? They getting bigger and the ends are all stiff and red looking, look a-there!" Billie brushed her hand over her own budding breasts and then passed on over to the matching richness of butter mounded boobs lifting proudly from Mary's chest. "Honey, you know what? I do declare yours are bigger than mine!" she continued in a surprised voice. "I'm just gonna have to get jealous of you, and that's all there is to it, you got bigger titties thanl have!" Billie accused.
"Well, they're not much bigger, Billie, just a little bit," Mary judged as her hands kept busy on their two willing cunts.
"They are about the same weight," Billie judged as she cupped first one and then the other of their soft, heavy breasts. "They look different though, cause you got bigger tips on yours, a lot bigger, see?" Billie demonstrated by pinching first her own nipple and then her twin's.
"Ohhhhh, that feels good, honey. Do that to me again," Mary begged.
"What you doing feels good, too, sugar," Billie breathed as she felt Mary's finger slip into her inner cunt and slide up and down in a teasing motion.
"Well, you do that to me some more, and I'll do this to you some more," Mary bargained as she began to slide the cucumber into her own cunt again, slowly.
"In a minute, baby, I just want to get through explaining to you how much a-like we are," Billie whispered as her hand left Mary's red-tipped breast and gently covered her gaping harelipped mouth. "Now, look up at our faces. See there? We got eyes exactly a-like, light blue and just as pretty as a summer night sky. See? Not a bit of difference there, is there, baby? And our noses are just a-like and we got the same good color to our cheeks and our hair is the same shade. No, it's not either. Yours is prettier than mine, 'cause you been in the sun longer than me, and your hair is lighter, prettier than mine is!" Billie said as she slid her fingers through her twin's curls.
"You really think it's prettier, Billie?" Mary asked as she pushed the hot cucumber into her aching cunt again.
"Lots and lots, baby. I'm not about to tell you a lie. You can see for yourself!" Billie continued with the comparison as she felt her sister's fingers moving like three cocks in her hot little pussy.
"There now, see what I told you? You're just as pretty as I am except for your mouth. As soon as I get enough money saved up, you're gonna have that operation that will fix it. Then we can go on dates together and things, and you won't have to be ashamed of how you look ever again. You hear me, Honey?"
Billie pulled her sister close and the old desire to protect her spilled over into a desire to hold her closer and feel the heat of her body blending with the heat of her own.
"I believe you, Billie, I do. I do, and I didn't mean to cry like that then, but you know what I wanted, don't you?" Mary replied, her hand frantically scooping into Billie's spread pussy.
"Yeah, baby, I guess I do. You was a-watching. Is that what started it off?" Billie's hand moved down to Mary's pointed breasts and began to squeeze their nipples again.
"I was watching. You don't care, do you? I had to see how it was to do it, Billie. I never have, you know that, and I had to see how you do it. I watched him stick his big old cock up in you, and I saw him hunching away on top of you, and I saw his peter swell up when he was coming in you, and I wanted it so bad, and all I had was this old cucumber in me, and that's why I was crying!" Mary finished off near to tears again as she remembered how badly she wanted another body laying on top of her own.
"Hush, baby, hush, and don't you cry again. Didn't I promise you that soon now, real soon, we'll have the money and we'll get you all fixed up? Just wait 'til then, sugar. Can you do that?" Billie tightened her hold on the tense Mary, pulling her closer into her embrace.
"It gets real hard to wait when I want to have a man so bad that I do this to myself," Mary panted, as she rammed the full length of the cucumber into her cunt again. She forgot to keep her hand on the end of the green artificial dick, and the whole thing slipped up into the hot lips of her unfucked pussy.
"I know it does, baby. You'll just have to do the best you can. Here, I'll help you this time. Let me get it out for you." Billie pulled Mary in the general direction of the nearest bed.
The two girls fell upon the bed and, while Billie's fingers snaked into her sister's cunt, in search of the lost cucumber, Mary rotated her fingers around the rich, thick, comey creaminess of Billie's pussy.
"This thing's about as big as Jed's cock, honey," Billie whispered. She managed to get a grip on the end of the pussy-swallowed cucumber, and drew it out.
"Oh, Billie, it feels good when you slide it out like that! Push it back in me, please, baby! Please, slide it up my pussy now! Again, again, again, again!" Mary panted, and her legs flew upon the hard, thick pussy rammer as it pushed up into her cunt
"I want to make you feel good, baby. I want you to feel just as good as I do when I have a man inside me. I can't make it that good, but I'll do the best I can, so you can be satisfied enough to wait 'til we get you fixed like you ought to be. Spread your legs, honey. Spread your legs and let me get to your cunt!" Billie was half on top of her sister, straddling her upside down, watching with fascination as the thick, meaty vegetable-cock disappeared up into Mary's hole, again and again.
"You are-you are making me feel good. Do it, do it, do it like that!" Mary instructed while she got closer and closer to her sister's juicy cunt. "I want to make you feel good, too. That's only fair. I want to taste you and lick some of Jed's come off you. It looks good, like fresh cream. Can I lick you like this, Billie, can I?" Her tongue made a little swipe at the red lips of the cunt above her.
"Yes, you can, you can, you can, oh sweetie, oh baby, you can do it! Do it again!" Billie hunched her hips down towards the thrusting tongue and soon had her pussy wrapped around her sister's mouth so tightly that Mary couldn't move.
As they felt themselves lock into a final embrace of climax, both did their best to bring the other off. Mary sucked and tongued her sister's pussy, inside and outside, never taking her mouth away. The suction between the mouth and the cunt was so tight, Billie felt like the top of her head was about to cave in.
Billie kept up a fucking motion and rhythm with the giant cucumber she had gripped by one end. As she slipped it in and out of Mary's pussy she could almost picture Jed's dork sliding into her own pussy. That was what she thought about-thick dorks sliding in and out, in and out, into her, into her sister, into both their cunts, fucking, fucking, fucking.
Mary hunched away, her hips rolling upwards trying to capture the phantom whose dick was gliding in and out of her faster and faster. She wanted to moan, but couldn't. She had a mouth full of her sister's pussy. Instead she rolled around faster and faster, always being chased by the dick that was ramming into her harder and harder. Feeling the beginning of her climax, Mary almost went out of her mind and jammed her tongue up far into Billie, so far that her teeth scraped against the inner lips of her cunt. Unable to stop herself, she began to chew there, scraping the delicate inner flesh.
Feeling her pussy being bitten set Billie off and she moaned and continued fucking her sister. In between MY CUNT, DEEPER, BITE MY PUSSY. BITE IT, BITE IT, SUCK OH SUCK. FEEL, FEEL, FEEL, FEEL, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
The magic words brought them both into final convulsions, their sex wracked bodies trembling and shaking as their cunts opened and closed like oysters. Finally, their muscles could stand no more, and they collapsed onto each other and rested easily in each other's arms.
As they lay there, resting quietly, Billie spoke. "Honey, I got to leave you pretty soon. Jed ought to be coming back after he sees to that noisy little heifer out yonder. I'm surprised he's been gone this long."
Jed had hurried quietly up to the stock truck after he left Billie. Now he stood in the dark, letting his eyes feel their way into the shapes the darkness almost covered. His muscles tensed as he made out the figure of a man sitting in the back of the truck. Then he recognized it was Lay H. and relaxed again. He was about to call in, to ask what the trouble was when the motion of Lay H.'s hands stopped him.
"Lay H.! What the hell you doing that for?" Jed hissed out at the furiously jacking giant.
The sound of Jed's voice startled Lay H. enough to make him forget his approaching flood of come. As his momentum dropped, the urgency of his feeling stopped altogether and he obeyed the voice of the man behind him.
"What would you do if somebody else caught you doing that? You big dummy!" Concern for his buddy made him a little angry.
Jed stood to one side, taking a long look at his buddy's dick.
"Lord, but that is one big cock you got there," Jed admired as Lay H.'s twelve inch dork disappeared into his pants.
"It ain't doing me no good." Lay H. had replied half-sullenly, half-apologetically. Don't go getting mad at me. You don't know what it's like. It's easy for you. You can fuck anybody you want to. I can't get no piece of tail at all. I'm like anybody else. I got to have something and let me tell you, jerking-off is better than having a wet dream."
"You oughtn't have no trouble with a peter like that a'hanging on you, man!" Jed was still entranced at the amount of cock his buddy had swinging on him.
"Well, I do. I know I ain't too smart, and every time I've tried to get me a girl, they just laugh at me. Tried to buy me a whore one time, and she got scared 'cause my dick was too big. She ran off, taking my money and didn't even so much as touch me once. I ain't tried that again," Lay H. pulled his pants on.
"Well, Goddamn, why didn't you say something about it to me? I'd have fixed you up. You ought to know that, you big-cocked fool!" Jed's tone was affectionate as continued, "I promise you, next time, I'll fix you up. You'll get fucked before I'll get any myself. Just leave it to me. O.K.?"
"Thanks, Jed, my cock needs to be looked after, same as yours does," Lay H. was ashamed of himself now.
"Well, don't think about it again. You just let me know when you want pussy, O.K., buddy?" Jed slapped him on the back and started to climb down out of the truck. , "I want it as often as you have it, that's how much!" Lay H. told him as he climbed down after him.
"Well start tomorrow. Right now, go on back into the cab and get some sleep," Jed instructed him as he started back towards the trailer.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Jed arrived back at the trailer, Billie Lee was back in her own bed again, clutching a pillow tightly as she waited for his return. After making it with her sister she had douched out her pussy and sprayed it with lilac scent so that she was fresh for her tucker's ever-ready dick.
"Billie, honey," Jed drawled as he stripped off his boots and tugged at his belt buckle. "You can let go of that pillow now, I'm back for you to grab a-hold of!" He stood up, kicked his pants to the corner and ran a hand down his body 'til he was cupping his dick and balls.
Billie Lee lay watching him, her tits getting all firmed up again as he paraded his hairy hardness for her inspection. When she saw his dick growing out towards her again, and the smiling invitation on his face, she pushed the pillow away and held out her arms to him.
With that invitation he couldn't stay away from her any longer. He crossed to the bed in quick steps and straddled her, letting his weight carry them both backwards to the bed. When he had disengaged his mouth from hers and was licking her ears, she asked him the reason for his leaving her so abruptly.
"Goddamned little heifer in heat," he rolled away from her as the memory of it cooled him down a little. He reached for his cigarettes and lay with his head propped on the pillows.
"Damndest thing I've ever seen. Old Lay H. ain't the smartest boy in the world, but he's just as good-hearted as they come, and ain't a bad looking boy neither. Ain't right for him to have to sit out there jacking-off, specially when he's hung better than most bulls I've hauled in that truck."
"You mean he is still doing that?" Billie Lee asked with a frown.
"Now, don't go getting hard on him, Billie. A man's got to do something and like he said, 'jacking-off is better than a wet dream!' "
"I'm not gonna get down on him, don't worry. So long as he's your friend he's welcome here. You know that, Jed."
"Well, he is, and I'm gonna fix him up next town we get to where I can buy him a piece of tail. Would have done it a lot sooner if I had known how hard up he was, poor bastard," Jed finished his cigarette and after putting the ashtray on the floor by the bed, pulled her over to him, getting ready to mount her and jab his cock into her sweet little pussy again.
"You be careful who you fix him up with now, if he's as big as you say he is. Would be a shame to see him get messed up," Billie drawled into the thick curved ears as he came down on her.
"I'll get him a good one, honey, but there ain't no better piece than you are. It's just a shame he can't ever have anything as good. Too bad you ain't gotta sister!" Jed teased her before sliding his tongue down her belly. "Ummmmm, you sure do smell all fresh and sweet down here. Did you go to all that trouble just for my old peter, honey?"
"Ain't no trouble, honey. I'd do most anything for that peter of yours. Even if it ain't as big as Lay H.'s." Billie pulled him up to her and spread her legs for his dick to slip into her hot sheath again.
In the next room, Mary Lee was back at her peep hole when she saw Jed's naked ass start hunching and his big, round, heavy balls tighten up at the base of his swollen cock, her pussy got all mellow again.
"I just got to have some cock. I just got to getta man up in me. I can't wait any longer," she fiercely told herself as she abandoned the cucumber.
As she kept her eye glued to the hole in the wall, watching the repeated penetrations of Jed's cock into Billie's pretty little pussy she remembered his description of his helper's big dork.
"I got a pussy just as pretty as Billie's," she told herself fiercely. "And the rest of me is just as good, too. It ain't fair for me to have to lie here doing without a fucking when all that dick outside is going to waste!"
As her pussy urged her on to a course of action, she got up, slipped quietly through the dark of her room to the chest of drawers. Opening the drawer carefully, she took out a long, blue chiffon scarf. After folding it into a triangle, she tied it around her face, hiding her malformed lips and slipped out the back door.
Out in the trailer, Lay H. was lying in the sleeper behind the driver's seat. He was naked and pulling on a bottle of whiskey as he read a fuck book. The liquor and the fucking in the pages got him hotter than he was when he was outside jacking-off. His balls were aching again with unshot come and he was trailing one finger up and down his cock, making it jerk more and more.
"If I just had me a hot woman up in here with me right now I could sure put some meat up in her," he thought to himself. "All I need is one so hot she don't care about how big I am. Once I get my dick up in her I wouldn't never take it put again. I'd fuck her all the way to Houston and let that little heifer in the back bellow all she wanted. Yessir, that would be fine. Jed would do all that driving and I'd he back here with a hot pussy between my legs fucking away. Hot damn, look at that cock of mine! I ain't never seen anything any better on no man. I just got to give it to some cunt I just got to fuck!"
As he slid his hand down to his cock and started to move it up and down slowly, getting ready to jerk-off again, he closed his eyes and imagined himself on top of a woman, his dick jamming into a red, hot pussy again and again.
Outside the truck, Mary Lee had climbed up onto the running board, drawn by the light coming from the compartment behind the seat. As her eyes drew onto a level with the window, she could see through a barely closed curtain. The long, mighty muscled body of the man lying there before her eyes almost made her fall off the truck. He was bigger than Jed and every inch of him was muscle. His body hair was rough and curly, covering him like a second skin and the raise and fall of his chest as he panted was like an invitation.
Eying his body down to his groin, Mary Lee sucked in her breath at the sight of his cock, thick and long, bigger than any cock her sister had ever had in her cunt. As she stood there looking at Lay H, he began to jerk-off, and Mary knew she had to get in there. She didn't know how to start. But, one thing she was sure of, that come wasn't about to be wasted, not this time!
Lay H. started to lift his hips as the good feeling of jerking flowed down his mighty pecker. All of a sudden there was a knock on the window and he quickly pulled a sheet up over his nakedness.
"Goddamn, if it ain't a shame when a man can't jerk-off in peace." he thought grumpily to himself that Jed had come to the truck to check on him.
"Jed, that you?" he called out. When there was no reply he lumbered his body through the curtains cutting off the cabin from the sleeper and pulled up the latch on the door. He stayed in his pulled forward position, waiting to see what his buddy wanted. There was a snap as the door latch was depressed and slowly the door swung open.
"How you, Lay H.?" came from the blonde -haired, blue-eyed piece of pussy that pulled herself into the cabin and closed the door.
Before he could reply she put a finger up to the mask that covered the lower part of her face, then closed and locked the door.
"Jed sent me out to look after you."
"That's mighty good of him, but wasn't he a-fucking you?" Lay H. asked with a quick intake of breath.
"He's fucked out now, I reckon. Anyway, he asked me if I could take you, too, and I said I would. Can I get back up there with you?"
"Yeah, sure 'nough, come on up here," Lay H. slid back through the curtain and pulled over to the further side of the sleeper, making room for the blonde girl who slid in after him.
"Goddamnit, I sure am glad to see you, honey," Lay H. whispered as the rusde of silk sounded in the darkness and a sweet perfume filled his nostrils.
"I'm glad to see you, too, sugar. Looks like I got out here just in time."
"You coulda come anytime, and I would have been ready for you. Slide on over here close to me," Lay H. whispered as he groped in the dark for the form that he so badly wanted.
"Just a minute, baby. Let me take off this robe," came a whispered reply.
Silence filled the sleeper. She slid across the sheets to lie cushioned on Lay H.'s hairy chest, her titties eating into him like the sweetest acid in the world. His oversized arms locked around her and before he realized how hard he was holding her she panicked and struggled against him in the dark.
"Hey, oh Lord, I sure am sorry if I hurt you, M'am," Lay H loosened his grip.
"You just so big and strong you gonna have to watch out how you handle me, sugar. Just don't you go to using your hands on your peter again." she whispered, snuggling back into his loose embrace again.
"Now he didn't have to go telling you about that," Lay H. complained as his face burned with embarrassment.
"It don't matter none that he did, Lay H. I just wish I'd known sooner how much you needed a woman. I'd have come to you as quick as I could."
"You would have? You ain't scared of how big my dick is?" Lay H. questioned in amazement as his hands wandered over the lush warmth of her silky heavy breasts squeezing them lightly, scared he would hurt her again.
"We'll have to go a little slow 'cause you sure are big, but I reckon we can make it fit, O.K.? If you'll just be easy on me," she cautioned.
"I'll be real gentle with you, honest. I ain't gonna hurt you at all. I just want to fuck you so bad I can't stand it, m'am." Lay H. panted as he slid his hand down to her naked pussy and fondled its fat lipped sweetness.
"No worse than I want to fuck with you, honey. You just come along at the right time for me. I want you so much, you just can't know how much I want you." Mary Lee's burning body net the scraping of his coarse hair all over her silken length and the tremendous length of his cock pulsing along her tummy.
"Don't Jed fuck good enough for you?" he asked, puzzled.
"Oh, he fucks plenty good," she hastily assured him, "but once in awhile a woman just has to have a lot of cock and this is one of those times. I hope you can supply what I want."
"Don't you think that's a good enough supply?" Lay H. pulled her hand down to a hard, flat, hair-covered belly to rest on the head of his cock.
"Mary Lee lay silent, her trembling hand measuring the size of the cock she had found for the first time. It was bigger than the cucumber she had used earlier and bigger than anything she had ever had up her pussy. It was so thick and hard that she was a little afraid of it, but just feeling it made her pussy ache to have it up her. She squeezed the soft, purple head before sliding down the hard shaft onto the heavy balls.
"You reckon that's a good enough supply?" Lay H. asked again.
"Plenty good, Lay H. Oh Yes, that's plenty good." Billie pulled over closer to his hot body, her heart racing away with pleasure at the feel of a hard, hot, big-cocked man lying next to her, almost on top of her.
"Why don't you take off that scarf?" Lay H. asked as he started to kiss her.
Mary Lee tensed as his hands fumbled with it and then pushed them away before he succeeded in undoing her protection against discovery.
"Leave that on, honey, I got a cold, and I don't want to give it to you," she whispered quickly to him as she held his hands in hers.
"You didn't have it on when you was a-fucking Jed," Lay H. accused.
"Well, no I didn't. That's not the only reason, baby. I'm plum raw and I don't think I can take any more kissing, that's the truth. Can't you get along without that this time? You can have the rest of me and I think maybe that's enough." She persuaded him by sliding his hands back to her breasts and then on down to her soft, hair-covered mound with the splitting red lips that were juicing up with her pre-fuck juice.
"I didn't mean to get mad. If you want to keep it on, that's all right with me. Just so long as you don't put no veil on your pussy." Lay H. pulled himself over on top of her and let her hand direct his dick down to her opening.
He rubbed the massive head around the outside for a couple of minutes until he was well-greased up with her juice as well as his own. Finally, when his dick was lathered and slippery he tried sticking it into her beggin' hot cunt.
"Easy, Lay H., easy there, man," Mary Lee whispered as the thickness hit her lips and pushed them aside, cutting a passage through her aching cunt.
"Just tell me how you want it, I'll do it as easy as I can 'til we get together," he promised. He kept his massive bulk poised above her and felt her legs fasten around his waist.
"Just keep pushing slow, honey. My cunt ain't never had nothing like that before. Let me have time to get used to it," Mary Lee was truthful with that, at least. Her cunt hadn't ever had anything that good or that real in her before.
As slowly as he could hold his body back, Lay H. pushed downwards, felt the lips of her sweetness being forced apart and then close around his dick as he slid down into her. Easy, easy, easy he kept going down, his dick eating into her rosy passage fighting to get buried in her hot passage.
"OH BABY, BABY, SO GOOD, SO MUCH DICK, SO MUCH COCK. ALL IN ME, ALL IN ME, HOLD ME TIGHT, HOLD ME TIGHT AND FUCK ME, FUCK ME. LAY H. HUG ME AND FUCK ME, HUG ME AND FUCK ME. PLEASE DICK ME, DICK ME, DICK ME, DICK ME," MARY LEE BEGGED AS THE MASSIVE PETER SLID UP HER WAITING PUSSY.
He had never felt such tightness, such hotness, such smoothness. His dick pushed in deeper and deeper the girl begging beneath him.
"Yeah, baby, yes, baby, more in you, good fucking, good fucking, good pussy, good pussy, good, good!" he panted as he finally reached the end of his sliding plunge and felt his balls slap up against her ass.
Satisfied now that they could take each other and that things were fine, each began a slow fucking motion. Lay H. never took his cock far out of her, but kept it busy with fast short strokes so that the end of his dick rubbed fast, far up in her.
Wanting to feel his body on hers, Mary Lee pulled herself up to him and fastened her arms around his back the way her legs were fastened on his waist. The surge of his mighty muscles as he hunched her and the roar of his heart beat filled her with more lust than she had ever felt before. Her nipples were soon raw from pulling back and forth against his chest and still she hung on and continued her moaning, holding tight against him.
Lay H. felt his balls start to hurt with the pressure of unshot loads again. As his dick exploded in creamy gobs of man power he fell down on top of her, his panting loud enough to sound like a truck motor.
Deep inside she felt his come splash against her and seep into her, bathing and easing the heat and burning she never had quenched before. Then she felt her own climax coming and as her pussy tightened. He stayed hard and long and thick in her. She tore into his back with her fingernails.
"Now, Lay H! Big dick me! Big dick me! Fuck, give me, fuck, big, big, cock, cock, big dick fuck, oh, oh, oh, oh now, now, now, cock!" she panted before she passed out.
Lay H. felt the pride of a good fuck going through him and lay a little off her so as not to crush the life out of the girl. His cock kept trapped deep in her and before she came to, he was hard and fucking her again. She passed out to fucking, and came to with new fucking. They did that all night, only dozing a little, waking each other with renewed hunching until, finally, just at dawn, they were so fucked out that he had to take his still-hard dick out of her.
"I'd better get back to the trailer. I got to get Jed up and open the diner," Mary Lee whispered as she continued playing the role of Billie Lee.
"I sure do wish you could come on and go with me, baby," Lay H. drawled as he rubbed her titties with a possessive calloused hand. "We could stay in the back here and fuck all the way to Houston."
"That would be fine with me, honey." Her nipples scraped against his palms. "I don't never want to stop fucking with you, even in Houston. I'd just want to feel your big body all over me and your cock ramming up in me like we did all night!"
"What about Jed?" Lay H. asked. He felt the first possessiveness he had ever felt eat into him with the thought of anybody else getting their dork up her cunt.
"Don't you start like that now," Mary Lee hushed him. "Jed was good enough to send me out here, and that's really something. He likes you a whole lot, and you ought not to go getting selfish where I'm concerned." Mary skirted an area of possible trouble and groped around for her robe, anxious to leave before it became too light.
"Which one of us do you like the best?" demanded LayH.
"Now, I like you both just the same. So you stop pestering me," Mary laid a soothing hand on his red, worked over crotch. It didn't soothe Lay H., but left him horny again, even though he had shot his load into her at least seven times.
"Come here, honey, ain't we got time for one more little fuck?" He pleaded as he licked his tongue around and around the tight red ends of her heavy breasts just like she had taught him to do.
"If we did, you know I'd take it, but I just got to go now. You don't go getting into any arguments with Jed about me, you hear? If you do, and I hear about it, you don't get no more pussy from me and that's flat," she warned as she slid towards the curtained entrance.
"I ain't gonna say anything to him. He is my best pal, ain't he?" Lay H. was content to promise her as he thought about the next time they would pass through, in two day's time. He would be rested up then and ready to fuck all night.
"Give me a little kiss before you go, baby. Right where you know I want it the most!" The hoarse whisper stopped Mary as she scooted half out the sleeper. "Maybe it won't hurt your lips too much if you kiss me someplace where I don't got to kiss you back. You know where that is, honey. Come on now, kiss my cock for me."
Mary wanted to kiss her first fucking man all over, but she knew her harelip would give her away. Someday she would be able to kiss 'til she was really and truly raw, but right now, she had to make do with hugging and fucking. She hadn't thought about kissing his cock though, and the possibility of that made her stop.
"I guess I can give you a little nibble on the end of your big old cock since you asked so nicely," she replied as she leaned over his prone form and slid down his hairy belly to the nest of dark hair, matted and obscuring the base of his cock's thickness. Lifting the edge of her bandana, just enough to get her tongue onto his dick to slowly slide it up and down, tasting the salty taste and sniffing in the smell of fucking and man and hair and sweat and everything she had wanted so badly for eighteen years. At the soft purple head of the swollen peter she licked in dainty little thrusts. Like a cat licking cream, she tasted his come and her own and wished she could keep it up until more of the hot thick gobs came shooting out for her to lap up with onto soft tongue.
"Baby, baby, that's so good, and we didn't even do any of that last night," Lay H. moaned as he arched his hips upwards, his ass leaving the bed like a mighty rock being lifted by traction. His balls dangled down beneath him and Mary cuddled them in her free hand as they swung there, heavy but empty, pumped dry by his fucking and the suction of her cunt.
"Next time we'll do it all night. I'll do this to you until I can't stand it no longer, and then you can slip your dick in me, and we'll fuck and fuck and fuck," Mary promised as she let the bandana fall again and scooted out of the sleeper before she could be tempted to go back to the hot, hard-muscled body she had loved and felt and fucked so much that night before.
Outside there was a coolness to the early morning air that the new sun hadn't yet burned away. She pulled the robe tightly around her and hurried from the parking lot, slipped behind the diner and continued on to the trailer that was set back in a clump of trees. She was in luck not to have seen anyone, for it was time for Billie to be getting up to start the diner for the day. Easily she let herself in through the back door and slipped into her own bed, glad that Billie didn't ask her to help out in the diner at all. As she slipped into sleep she had early dreams of Lay H., his cock and his fucking and his big body. She had really loved every minute with him and wanted him more than ever now that he was away from her. Her cunt was sore from having been split apart so many times that night, but it was the best hurt she had ever felt.
"Poor pussy," she drooled as she stroked and cupped the red lips and eased the slight ache of her inner thighs. "Someday, when I got this old mouth of mine fixed, like Billie says, then I'm gonna kiss a man, too. And I'll fuck him all the time, and I think maybe it's gonna be Lay H. There ain't nobody got a dick like him and after having that, I reckon there'd never be anything else I'd even think about having up my pussy, except maybe Jed," she added, remembering how much she liked to see his hard-muscled ass hunching and his balls swinging and his dick pumping when he was fucking and shooting into Billie Lee.
In the next room, Jed was rousing himself from sleep and watching Billie Lee as she emerged from the bathroom, pinning her hair up. He stretched his arms above his head, letting the thick muscles of his big chest feel the pull that was the signal for a new day starting. He reached for his cigarettes and waited for Billie Lee to come across and light it for him, something she always did in the mornings. This time, however, she was so deep in thought that she didn't notice him propped there waiting for her.
"Hey!" he soffly called to her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I guess I was thinking about something else," Billie apologized as she came to him, and ran her fingers over his chest after touching the end of her lighter to his cigarette. She loved touching her man in the mornings after they had lain together all night. She slept with her head cradled on his chest and just running her hand over it reminded her about that and how good it had felt to be naked and hot next to him and his hot cock.
"Sounds like that silly little heifer has finally calmed down this morning. Sure hope she ain't out of the mood when we get her down to her boyfriend," Jed drawled.
"No, I don't 'spect she is. Usually they stay good and hot about four or five days," Billie answered absentmindedly, her mind busy with other things. She sat on the edge of the bed next to him and took the cigarette from his lips without saying anything else. He watched her as she thoughtfully inhaled and then returned the hot-tipped roll to his mouth.
"What are you so thoughtful about this morning, hon?" he asked her, aware of not being the object of her full attention as he usually was.
"Oh, I don't know, just things." She had replied with a smile, letting her hand run down under the sheet to where his dick was lying with a hard-on. She cuddled his nuts sweetly, rolling them around in her hand like she would have a couple of soft-shelled eggs.
"You mean you're not thinking about me after all I done to you last night?" he teased her. "After all the fucking we done and the way you carried on when I got my tongue up in your sweet little pussy. Here you are thinking about somebody else. I don't know what to think about that. Guess maybe I'll have to try jacking off just like old Lay H. was adoing."
"You just let me catch you doing that to your peter and you'll never see the bare side of my ass again, I can promise you that," she gave him a slap on his bare thigh to give weight to her warning.
"Well, you gonna tell me what you're worrying so much about?" he insisted.
"Someday I will, Jed, but not right this morning. Come on, honey, I got to get the diner opened and you got a long way to take that hot cow of yours-so get yourself up and get to work." Billie stood up and headed for the door, but turned and threw him a smile and a kiss before she left him.
Going across to the diner, she kept her eyes gazing blankly ahead as she worried with the problems of the night before. Talking to herself, she sorted them out. "I got to get Mary Lee to a doctor for that lip of hers now, and without waiting any longer. Poor thing has been so cooped up all her life, shy about how she looked. If she goes much longer she ain't gonna have a chance to be like anybody else. I didn't mind playing around with her the way I did last night, but if we don't fix her up soon, so she can get a man of her own, I don't know what's to become of her. I got almost enough money saved up, and I don't reckon it's worth it to wait for the rest. I'll go on to the city this morning, after I get Jed and his helper off, and see that surgeon I read about. If he'll do it for what I got and a promise for the rest, then my problem is solved. At least she's got me to look after her instead of that no good son-of-a-bitch Mama married. If we hadn't got away from him when we did, I would have had to kill him to keep him from taunting poor Mary. Those sure were bad days." She shook herself awake, putting the memories of Joel Waters, their stepfather, out of her mind. Now that she had made the decision to go ahead with her long dreamed-of promise to fix her twin's lip, she felt better.
Not long after that, Lay H. entered the diner and sat on a stool at the counter waiting for her to come out.
"Morning, Lay H.," she called in to him from the kitchen. "How you want your eggs this morning?"
"Over easy and lots of 'em, please Miss Billie." His voice sounded the same as usual.
"You sleep good last night?" she drawled.
"Now, you ought to know about that, honey," he drawled back.
Billie Lee was absorbed in her cooking and didn't pay any attention to the answer and before Lay H. could say any more, Jed came in and the two of them started talking about the best route to get them to the ranch they were heading for.
"You forgot to put the OPEN sign out, honey," Jed reminded her when she came in with coffee for them all.
"Not going to open today, Jed," she told him. "Got to go into the city for something, so I'll just keep the place closed up."
"How you figuring on getting in, then?" Jed asked.
"Bus comes by in about an hour. I'll flag him down out on the road."
"Sure you can't let your business wait 'til we come back, though this way, and ride in with us?" Jed asked.
"Thank you right kindly, honey, but this is some thing that can't wait. I'm gonna go ahead and do it today. I'll be back before you start your trip home again, though. So, you be sure and stop off here for the night."
"You know of any other place I'd stop?" Jed teased.
"I don't know of them, but there must be a few. You don't spend that much time with me," Billie Lee replied, half-joking, half-serious.
"Uh, can I have another cup of coffee, please, M'am?" Lay H. interrupted the conversation with a scowl.
"Why sure you can, Lay H. You mighty grouchy this morning. What's the matter? Did you tire out your old hand, last night?" Billie didn't mean to tease him about his jacking-off but it had just slipped out.
"You can't forget about that, can you? Even after everything else, you can't let me be about that. Well, I guess maybe I just might prefer being outside to the company I'm in now. So if you'll excuse me, I'll go on out." Lay H. left in anger, leaving both Billie and Jed surprised.
"He's never acted up like that before to nobody that I know about," Jed half apologized for his helper.
"I didn't mean to tease him about that little thing, Honey. You tell him that for me, won't you? I expect he's just nasty 'cause he's horny. That can make a man mean. You be sure to get him a good woman to lie with tonight, you hear?" Billie told Jed as she started frying his eggs.
Jed finished eating quickly, gave Billie Lee a hard kiss while he squeezed her tits and then headed out the door.
"See you tomorrow night, honey," he called as the door closed behind him.
Later on as the big truck moved out onto the highway and down the road South, he tried to open a conversation with Lay H.
"Billie didn't mean nothing this morning. She told me to tell you that."
"She could have told me that herself if she's awanted," came the hurt reply.
"Lay H. I never seen you like this before. What the devil's got into you? Even if you are horny, that's no reason to go about biting Billie's head off. 'Tain't her fault!"
"You know I ain't horny. That ain't it at all. T just don't cotton to being all teased up after fucking away half the night, doing the best I know how. I thought it was a pretty good job I done on her, too!" Lay H. said.
"What the torn-fool you carrying on about man?" Jed asked confused.
"Ah, come on now, Jed. Don't you go taking the mickey out of me, too. I guess I got to thank you for sending your woman out to look after me. That's amighty kind thing to do, and I got no cause to be sore at you or her," Lay H. apologized.
"Lay H., you been drinking this morning? I damn sure hope so, 'cause if you ain't I've gotta haul you off to the nearest asylum and that's the truth. What you talking about, anyway, man?"
"Miss Billie and the way she came out and fucked with me in the sleeper all night, that's what I'm atalking about. She said you sent her out, you did know about it, didn't you?" Lay H. was beginning to catch the confusion running in the truck cab.
"You ain't fucked Billie Lee at all, and there ain't much chance you ever will, Lay H. That there's my woman and much as I like you, I ain't about to send her out to pleasure you while I'm lying there by myself."
"Well, you must have knowed about it, or she couldn't have come out and stayed with me all night like she done. You ain't pulling a tease on me, are you?" Lay H. was almost pleading with Jed, afraid to find his one friend was making a fool out of him.
"I never knowed about nothing. Billie was with me all night in that there trailer and I ought to know 'cause I done shoved my dick up her at least three times after I pulled your hand off your cock!"
"Then who was it that come out and fucked me half to death last night? I'd give a pretty penny to know that, 'cause she was right fine and if she ain't yourn, then I'm a-gonna stake a claim to her myself. She sure did look like Miss Billie, though. Same hair and eyes and they way her body was built and her titties swung, why it was just like her."
"What do you know about how Miss Billie's tits swing, Lay H.?" Jed asked suspiciously. "You been peeking at us? Is that what you been doing?"
"Maybe I had a look or two, nothing to do no harm. I just wanted to see you fucking, that's all. Them trailer blinds weren't too tight drawn."
"Well, now, that explains it all, you big dummy. You watched me a-screwing Billie Lee and then got all drunked up out here in the sleeper and dreamed that you was a-doing the fucking. I bet if I look at them sheets back there I'll find 'em all stiff and yellow with your come. You done that before, you know. Had your wet dreams or jerked-off all over the bed. Lay H. you got to stop that. You will, too, soon's we find you a woman, which I'm gonna do first thing tonight."
"I don't need no woman tonight. I couldn't fuck another minute if you paid me to do it. My dick's all hard and big, but I ain't got no more come. I shot it somewhere, and I can promise you it warn't on no sheets. I done had me a fine piece of pussy last night, and if you don't think so, how about this?" Lay H. yelled back to Jed as he pulled his shirt open, exposing his massive hairy chest.
Jed took his eyes off the road long enough to take in the scratches and bites all over the muscled planes of his buddy's chest. The hickeys all over him couldn't have come from himself. There had to be somebody else doing that to him and most likely while he was fucking the shit out of whoever it was.
"Wheee," Jed whistled. "It sure looks like you tangled with a right hot piece of wildcat pussy last night. I'd sure give a lot to know just who she was, 'cause anything that scratches like that has got to be good stuff in the bed."
"Well, she was mighty like Miss Billie. That's all I . got to say," Lay H. huffed as he buttoned his shirt up and settled back in a hurt silence.
"Come on, now, Lay H. I don't know what it was you tangled with, but you got no need to treat me like this. Come on, tell your old buddy about it. I want to hear every word about it. We gonna find out who it was you was a-fucking last night." Jed coaxed his buddy until the story began to fly out.
Back at the diner Billie Lee had cleaned up after the breakfast she had fixed for the two men and was back in the trailer, dressing for her trip into the city.
"I wonder where Mary Lee can be. She's usually up and about this time of the day," she thought to herself. "Mary Lee, you in there, honey?" She called to the closed door of her twin's bedroom as she put on the finishing touches to her makeup.
"Billie, something wrong?" came the sleepy reply. "What you back so early for?"
"Come in here and talk with me, honey while I get dressed. I got something to tell you."
The door opened and a tousled Mary Lee sauntered into the room, curled up on the bed, recently vacated by Jed and Billie Lee, and watched while her sister searched through the closet for a tin box.
"Here it is, honey. All we saved up," Billie shyly told her as she came out to join Mary Lee on the bed.
She opened the box and began to count out all the money that lay inside. When she had finished the wide-eyed Mary Lee had calculated with her that there was close to one thousand dollars there.
"That's a part of my promise to you, honey," Billie told her proudly. "I think we got about enough for you, and today I'm going into the city to talk to a doctor about fixing your lip. The diner's closed up for the day, and you gonna be here all by yourself. You'll be all right, won't you? I expect I'll stay overnight, since it's a long way, but I'll be back by lunchtime tomorrow. I think it's time for the bus to come along now, honey, so I got to go. You look after things while I'm gone and whatever you do, if there's any kind of trouble, you grab up this here box and run with it. I don't want to wait no longer for fixing you up. You done waited long enough."
Mary Lee was about to cry, but before she could do that, Billie Lee gave her a quick kiss and went out the door. Crossing the road, she was just in time to catch the bus.
Mary Lee, silently and happily, counted the money her sister had left in her charge and after placing a hand over her mouth, pranced around in front of the mirror, pretending that she was fixed up and as pretty as her sister.
"Then I could fuck all I wanted to and not have to put a bandana over my face!" she thought excitedly. "I could kiss Lay H. and suck his dick all night, and he could fuck me all he wanted to. I could even have a little of Jed's cock instead of watching while shoving a cucumber up me, like I have been a-doing."
Her dreams filled the rest of the morning as her sister's bus drew closer to the city and Jed and Lay H. drove South towards the bull waiting to fuck the heifer that had started to bellow again.
CHAPTER FIVE
As the truck rolled southward in the heat of the day, Jed and Lay H. amused themselves against the boredom of the long ride by talking about fucking. Jed told some of his stories, but kept asking Lay H. about whoever it was who had bitten his body to smithereens. In his mind he was still trying to figure out who or what it was that his buddy had tangled with. He was sure of Billie Lee being with him all night, and unless cows had all of a sudden started giving hickeys, there was no explanation for the fuck signs all over Lay H.'s neck and shoulders.
"Go on, Lay H. Tell me again what she looked like," he urged, for the tenth time.
"Goddamn, man, I done told you so many times you know it by heart by now." Lay H. didn't mind talking about it, but had to put on some kind of show to hide his pride at finally having lost his virginity.
"Yeah, but I like to hear you tell about it. You say she had on a scarf and you couldn't see her face?"
"Yeah, Jed, that's what. She said it was cause her lips were all raw from kissing you, and she didn't think she could stand any more of that. Didn't seem to affect her pussy, though. It was ready as anything you can imagine. All hot and tight. I sure did hurt my dick getting in her, had to go slow and, even when I finally got the head inside her, it was so tight that I still hurt this morning."
"Well, unzip those pants and let that big boy hang out. I don't care. Let it breathe a little. Come on, Lay H. take your peter out," Jed urged.
Without needing any more invitation, Lay H. unzipped and unbuckled his levis, slid the tight material down his slim, strong hips and let his bare dick and balls enjoy the freedom of throbbing around without restriction.
"Look at that big son-of-a-bitch!" Jed breathed in admiration. "I never seen anything like that in my life. I thought I had a big pecker, but that's the biggest pecker in the whole fucking state and I'd bet a week's pay on it."
"Aw, it ain't that big, Jed. I seen yourn, and it's plenty thick enough. I got you on length, but shit man, we can't all be the same size. Beside, you get to use what you got more than I do. Girls are scared of mine."
"Shit, man, if I had a cock hanging on me like that, I'd be the fuckingest man in this state. I wouldn't never stop fucking. Them rich gals down in Houston wouldn't never get enough of me. I'd keep 'em coming night and day. Hot damn! Just thinking about it done got me all hot and hard." Jed rubbed the thick lump in his crotch with one hand while he steered the truck with the other.
"Well, take yourn out, too. I'll hold the wheel while you get your pants down. Go on, I got my peter out. You can take yours out, too. It must be a might sore from all the fucking you did last night."
Lay H. was curious to see Jed's dick up close, since all he had ever seen of it was the base and balls while the shaft and head was buried in a piece of deep pussy.
"Hold the goddamned wheel, then. If I don't let my poor old dick come out for some air, I might just suffocate!" Jed started to work on his belt and the copper studs holding his pants shut at the fly. Keeping his eyes on the road and using one foot at a time to keep the acceleration steady, he slipped his pants all the way off until he was sitting in the front seat naked except for his tee shirt which was by that time so soaked with sweat it stuck on his chest and back like a second skin.
"We got a long straight road ahead of us. No sense in not being comfortable while we doing it," he explained to Lay H. as he took the wheel back again. Silently Lay H. shucked his pants too so that the two of them were naked, their cocks riding high and proud in the cabin of the truck.
"I ever tell you about the first time I ever made it shoot?" Jed asked.
"Naw, I guess you just started playing around with soap like I did 'til it shot out. Scared hell out of me, but that didn't stop me from doing it again as soon as I got hard which wasn't but 'bout five minutes later. Lordy, but I sure had a raw peter that summer. Had to stop finally, the skin right at the base of my head was all pulled off and I was raw, man, raw! I'm all toughened up now, though, or thought I was 'til I got into that tight piece of pussy last night."
"Most all of the guys I know started out that way. Me, well, mine was a little different," Jed explained.
The heat in the cabin rose as Jed told his story about the day he first got his rocks off. As he thought about it and told Lay H., Jed had to start jerking off his cock. It was just like it had been then, except he was doing his own jerking.
"Damn if I don't feel as randy as I was back when I was ten," he panted. He slowly moved his sweaty hand up and down his iron-hard peter.
"Yep, I'm starting to feel that way, too. Didn't think I would after that work I did last night!" Lay H. sprawled back against the seat, his thick muscled legs spread, his hand moving on his cock as it had so many times before.
"Hey, Lay H., give me a hand, will you? I can't do much and drive this old truck at the same time. Come on, help a buddy out. I can't get us all the way to Houston with this hard-on and load of come I'm carrying around now." Jed was almost begging.
Obligingly, Lay H. reached over and wrapped his calloused hand around Jed's dick. The throbbing that shot through it reminded him of his own dick when he was jerking off, and he began to pump it up and down while he kept busy on himself.
"Don't do yourself, I'll fix you up soon as you finish me off. That's only right," Jed instructed him between clenched teeth. His hands kept tight to the steering wheel, and his legs spread to give Lay H. all the room he needed to finish off the good jerk-job he was giving.
"That's it, Lay H. Hot damn, man! Do it to me. Jerk that piece of meat. Come on, baby. Jerk that thing for me. Ah, ah, I just gotta have a feel of your cock. I got to touch that big bad boy. Damnation and hell, feel that rascal-biggest thing I ever felt in my life. I'm gonna have a taste of it, too, Lay H. I'm just gonna have to see what that bad boy tastes like. If you truly been getting any cunt, I can tell by just giving it a lick or two of my tongue. One thing I know right well is the taste of pussy. Ain't no doubt about that." Jed was having a hard time concentrating on the road. The hot red meat swinging high between his legs got hotter and rawer with each jerk of Lay H.'s hand.
"You feeling good, Jed? You feeling good like I am?" Lay H. panted as he started jerking his own dick again, in time to the strokes he was applying to his buddy's cock.
"You know I am, man. It's just like it was when my uncle got me off, only better. A lot better. You got more meat to grab aholt of. I wish I had a piece like yours 'cause the longer them strokes on that piece of peter are, the better it must feel. Hey, don't do that to yourself. Save it for me. I told you I'd do you, didn't I?" Jed took one hand from the wheel and pushed it towards Lay H.'s cock.
"That's good, man; that's better than jacking myself off. Come on, do it faster! Hit me, Jed, hit me hard and good!" Lay H. was flat out against the seat, his legs spread and his hips hunching away like he was fucking.
"That's it, that's it, I'm getting it, I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm coming!" Jed hollered when he felt the thick spurts of jism ooze up his cock and fly out the head to land on his bare belly.
Lay H. kept jerking until Jed's cock stopped throbbing in his tight fist, and watched with fascination as two big gobs, slowly trickled down the red, full length of peter. Seeing his buddy shoot brought him to climax himself. He shot his hips up and forward, moaning and tossing his head back and forth, as his own come spurted from the tight slitted opening in the purple head of his dick.
"Got it, got it, got it!" he groaned, and then slumped down again as his dick shot the last of its load.
"That was right good, Jed," he drawled sleepily. "Thanks for not stopping when you got your load off."
"You don't think I'd be that one-way do you Lay H.?" Jed wished he could lay back and relax, but at sixty miles an hour with a heavy truck and a hot cow behind you, it was impossible.
"I dunno, some guys are," Lay H. answered.
"Well, I ain't. Show you something else I'm gonna do for you, too. You just hold onto this wheel for a minute."
Lay H. took the wheel from his buddy and glued his eyes on the road ahead. With his vision locked in the distance, he felt, rather than saw, what Jed was doing to him. A rough tongue was running slowly over his lower chest and upper belly, licking up drops of creamy come like a piece of bread sopping up gravy. At the first touch, Lay H. belly muscles tightened involuntarily so that Jed was licking his way over a flat expanse of iron hard body. Only the curly hair that brushed against his tongue told him that he was licking his buddy off.
"Wheeeeee, oh me-oh my!" Lay H. breathed out as he felt the tender, sensitive head of his cock being sucked dry. "Jed, that sure is got to be the best thing anybody ever done to me in my life. I ain't never gonna worry about you being one-way again." He relinquished, the wheel as Jed came up.
"Ain't nothing to it. I et enough pussy in my time, don't see why I shouldn't have a little peter, too. It's just clean; maybe cleaner. You know what they say: if you eat the hole you'll eat the pole. You gonna go down on me now, Lay H? Or you just gonna let me sit here and get all dry and crusty from the sun?" Jed asked.
"Hell, what you do for me, I'll damn sure do for you. Just you spread your legs and hold still." Lay H. was finding that sex with a partner a whole lot more exciting than doing it by himself.
Jed winced as his ticklish peter was rough-licked, but when Lay H. had finished he felt like giving out a yell, which is just what he did.
"Yiiitpppppppeeeeeet" His yell filled the cab and startled Lay H. into jumping. At the same time, it silenced the monotonous mooing of the heifer in the back. m
"You feeling all right, ain't you, Jed?" Lay H. asked anxiously.
"Damn right, I'm feeling all right. Feeling just damn A-OK, in fact. We gonna have a lot of fun together, old buddy. Pussy or no pussy, we ain't got to do without-no time, no more."
"Reckon we better save a little bit for the girls though, huh? I mean for Miss Billie and whoever I got fixed up with."
"Why, shit yes, man. I ain't about to give up pussy for you. But, when it comes to fun, I guess me and you can have some of that without having to go out looking for cunt if we ain't got time or inclination to. Hell yes, we gotta save up a little for our pussy. They'd be mad as hell if we didn't. But just think about the games we can play once we get everybody used to it. Why we're just starting to have a good time, Lay H. Just starting!" Jed slapped his buddy on the leg and let out another yell.
"I don't reckon I mind. Seems like I'm getting a whole lot of sex all of a sudden."
What Billie Lee and her sister didn't know couldn't hurt them. If they could have known, the sex between Lay H. and Jed would certainly have been of less concern than the incident that was to occur an hour's ride later.
By the time both men were clothed again and relaxing with a cigarette, letting the heat rush in over them, starting to feel dry enough to stop for a cold drink. As a familiar sign advertising one of their regular stops flashed by them, Jed turned and spoke.
"Damned, look at that, Lay H. We further down the road than I imagined. We damn near to Jewel's Place. I guess I'm a mite thirsty. You ready to stop for a can of beer, or you want to go all the way in without stopping?"
"No, sirree, I'm ready. This heat done parched me all out. Reckon I ought to check on hot old bossy back there. Make sure she's comfortable enough. Feel right sorry for the poor old thing having to come all this way in heat just to get her pussy satisfied."
"Well, I just hope this fucking takes hold. It's costing the boss close to five thousand dollars for this stud fee," Jed told him.
A few minutes later they had pulled into Jewel's Place and were swinging their big hot bodies down from the height of the cab. By the time Lay H. had checked on their cargo and joined Jed in the air-conditioned comfort inside, Jed was sipping on the one beer he allowed himself on mid-trip stops. He answered the question of a middle-aged man next to him at the counter.
"Yeah, there's a fine place to eat your dinner on up the road a piece. Little diner set back in some pines, but you'll see the signs long before you get up to it Can't miss it. Right pretty little girl runs it. Goes by the name of Billie Lee Bailey. Special friend of mine, in fact. You can tell her I said the food was good there."
Jed always made sure when he recommended Billie's diner to anybody, that they knew he and Billie were more than just friendly. He was a big enough a man to discourage most drivers and ranchers taking any liberties with Billie, and it was a part of the country where a set-claim was recognized.
"Thank you kindly, I'll remember what you told me," the heavy-set unshaven stranger replied. "Well, I guess I'll get on down the road. Don't know how long I can trust that old truck of mine. Want to be off the road by nightfall." With a wave of his hand to the two men, he paid his bill and swaggered out.
"Mean looking cuss," Lay H. said after the man had swung out into the heat.
They both watched him as he maneuvered his bulk into the front seat of a beat-up old pickup truck and wheeled out of the drive in a spin of gravel.
"He ain't been outside for some time," Jed drawled. "Guess that can only mean one thing."
"Jailbird?" Lay H. asked.
"Sure as a gun's iron, he's done a stretch for something. Looks like he could still take care of hisself. A little fat, but not so much as it would get in his way in a fight"
"Maybe you shouldn't have said nothing about Billie's diner," Lay H. replied.
"Well, what's done is done. Besides, I gave her a .45 to keep out there with her, and she knows how to use it right good. Hell, what am I talking about She ain't even there. Place is closed up tight and she's on her way to the city by now." Jed was relieved although he hadn't shown any worry.
"I'd forgot about that. Kind of good luck, ain't it?" Lay H. echoed his relief.
It was crappy luck! The jowly stranger was Joel Waters, the Bailey girl's stepfather. Jed was right that he had just come out of jail. After the twins had the sense to keep what was left of their farm out of his hands, he drifted off and eventually got caught doing some petty rustling. A six-month's suspended sentence was more than too light, but he had a clean record, and there was nothing else to hold him on. He had been sprung a couple of days earlier.
Although not trying to find his stepdaughters, when he heard the name Bailey, he knew how close he was to them. The idea of a loan or a robbery had sprung into his mind. With the way they were all positioned, he had a clear twenty-four hours for either. Jed and Lay H. were a little over half-way to their stop further down the state, Billie Lee was approaching the city and would be there the rest of the day and that night. Meanwhile, back at the trailer....
"I'm just gonna fuck and fuck and fuck, and never stop fucking. Gonna make up for all that lost time," Mary Lee was telling herself as she rubbed cream onto her sore and chapped inner thighs where Lay H. had rammed into her all night. The cream took away the ache from her stretched legs and, as she rubbed closer and closer to her pussy, that old familiar grabbing in her cunt started.
"OOhh, my, but that does feel good," she said to herself, as she spread her legs a little wider and slopped some more cold cream up closer to her pussy. The heat from her red box melted the cream until it was like melted butter running all over the rare steak of her cunt. With one finger, she just barely slipped inside her snatch. Right away, the hot little mound quivered and trembled, like a rabbit before the dogs get to it.
"Now, I just got to stop this. If I don't do it to myself, I'll just be that much hotter for Lay H. And I'm flat gonna give him the best fucking he ever has had, or ever will have when he gets his ass back up this a-way," she promised. "Besides, it's a nice day, and I ain't gonna stay in this old trailer any more. Nobody around to see me so I'm gonna go for a nice long walk in the woods."
That was why Billie Lee had decided on setting her truck stop so far out in the beginning, so that Mary Lee could have the privacy she needed before she would come out of her trailer room. Since they had been there, Mary had learned every tree and path in the woods behind them and spent hours wandering by herself while her sister tended to the diner that made their living. If Billie ever felt any resentment towards Mary for her easy ways, she never showed it, and even when the girl offered to peel vegetables or work in the kitchen, she had never asked to.
As Mary walked away from the trailer into the woods, her stepfather was just spinning his way from of the drive of Jewel's Diner, headed for the trailer and her. As he made his way steadily northward, Mary ambled easily through the woods and fields. The sun was warm on her back and she wore no clothes under her light-weight frock.
"Ummmmm," she moaned to herself. She straddled a high patch of dog fennel and let the lacy green tops brush against her exposed cunt.
"That just feels so good that I think I'll just take off all my clothes and walk around a little bit." She often did this when the weather was nice. She knew the area well enough to steer clear of the fields where there was plowing or planting going on. No one had ever seen her tripping naked through the wilds. Her body was a golden brown all over from sunbathing, her tits like big yeast-risen biscuits, fresh from the oven, her cunt like a fresh hot cerry tart. The cheeks of her ass were like two rich mince-meat pies and the blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders was better than spun sugar. The only draw-back was her split lip and, as soon as that was repaired, she would be amighty fine piece of cunt, and the way things were going, a mighty hot one, too.
"Ummmmmmm, that tickles my cunt more than it ever has before. I guess it's cause I've finally gotten fucked. Oh, me, is that Lay H. something else. There just ain't another cock nowhere to beat that one. And it's gonna be mine, every fucking inch of it. I ain't gonna let him give it to nobody else."
She was a little wrong there, but at least she was destined to get a lot of that big piece of meat.
"I reckon it's about time to start back. Don't want to get caught out here after dark." The sun began to get closer to the horizon. Tugging on her dress, she started back towards her trailer, humming a little and still dreaming of Lay H.'s cock.
When she got back, the sweat of her ramble and the contact with bushes and grasses had given her body a slight itch, and she figured on easing it with a nice hot bath. When her tub was full of sudsy water, she slipped into it and let the bubbles collect around her titties like egg whites around a beater.
"Nothing is ever going to ease this ache in my cunt, ever, ever, ever. Not til Lay H. is back here with me," she said as the heat and soap of the water teased around and through her sweet cunt lips.
Mary Lee wiggled her ass slightly, letting the suds seep up the crack of her ass and through her spread legs to her beat-up little pussy.
"Poor thing," she crooned as her hands gently rubbed her tight little mound. "Got all that peter shoved up in you before you knew what hit you. That big old dick of Lay H.'s was maybe a little too thick for you, wasn't it?"
Her cunt didn't answer, but eased up aching under the gentle squeezing and rubbing it was getting from Mary's hands. Slowly she moved her legs back and forth, making waves topped with soap-sud caps. The currents of water pulled her blonde cunt hairs back and forth 'til it looked like yellow seaweed swaying in the moving wake.
That old rag is too rough for my sweet little pussy, she declared to herself after rubbing the washcloth in slow easy swipes across her hot box. All I'm gonna use is my hands to wash with, they're good and soft. She hugged herself as she lay there in the water and slid her hands through the soap waves, making mounds and mounds of suds to lather across her body.
That Lay H., he don't know how hard his hands are. Just like he don't know how strong he is, she thought and then shivered as she remembered how he had crushed her so tightly to his hairy body that she had almost passed out. "Big bull of a man, got no sense how to treat a woman like me, but I'll sure show him," She promised aloud to herself adding in thought, I don't want him to be too tender, though, with a big man like that to fuck with, you want to know you been fucked and a few bruises let you know that you been fucked good.
Moving her hands up to her rosy-tipped breasts as they floated like sandy islands in the sea of suds, she cupped them in her hands and lifted them out of the water, loving the feel of their weight and creamy softness. Better titties than Billy, she said so herself. Course, Billie got a nice pair on her, and that's for sure. I sure Lord didn't mind when she pinched me the way she done; and me with that old cucumber up my cunt. Uh uh, but that was a feeling-and-a-half! There's just too many good things to do with people in this world for anybody to do without. I ain't ever again, not ever, once I'm fixed.
That sobering thought sent a knot to the pit of her stomach as her ass and cunt tightened up at the possibility that she may not be able to have the operation Billie had promised. She sat very still in the water her hands making little swimming motions as she tried to put that thought out of her mind.
CHAPTER SIX
Close to that time, Billie was having her talk with the doctor who's name she had come across in a newspaper article about operations on harelips. She had been nervous going into the city and even more nervous at the thought of approaching a man as famous as this surgeon. She had appeared without an appointment. That had been several hours earlier and the receptionist had at first told her that it wasn't possible to see him, that he was booked for the next three weeks in advance.
"Well, he has to leave sometime, doesn't he?" Billie demanded. "I'll just sit right down and when he comes out, I'll ask him then. It's too important for me to wait another three weeks. I've come all the way in. It's about my twin sister and I just got to have a talk with him before I go back." With a determination the nurse's glares had been unable to shake, Billie sat there for the rest of the afternoon. Now that dusk was falling, and the last patient has left, she knew her wait was near to being over. When the door to the inner office opened and the tall, graying man came out carrying a little black bag, she was on her feet and in his path before the nurse could run interference.
"Doctor, I know you're in a hurry, and busy and all, but couldn't you just see me for one little minute? I come a-mighty long way on the bus and it's dreadfully important to me." Billie knew enough about handling men to make her request sound breathless and helpless. When the startled man blinked to get her into focus she was ready with one of the sexiest most open smile and her blue eyes were opened as wide as they would go.
As tired as he was, the doctor only took a second to respond to the big-tittied blonde who stood before him.
"Why, of course, I'll see you Miss. Just come right on in and tell me what this is all about. Uh, Miss Jameson, that'll be all for the day. I'll lock the office when I'm done here," he instructed his stern-faced receptionist.
"Now, why don't you just sit right down over here by me and tell me why you've come. There certainly doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you," he was saying as he led Billie into his office and closed the door. He led her to a comfortable looking leather couch. When they were seated, he leaned over Billie to switch on a lamp at one end. As he slid back his hand brushed against her full, soft breasts.
"I just knew you'd help me, Doctor," Billie cooed as she grabbed his hand with both of hers and pressed it tightly to her, making sure it was palm-down so he could get a good feel, "I know you're just dreadfully busy, and all, but I'm about to worry myself to death." She took a deep breath and her breasts moved upward and outward slowly until the good doctor had a handful of the nicest titty he had seen or felt for weeks.
"Well, we can't have you worrying yourself now, can we? You just relax and tell me how I can help you. I'm never to busy to help somebody as pretty as you are, Miss-"
"Billie Lee Baily, only you can call me Billie Lee. All my friends do," Billie interrupted him with a smile and another deep, titty-moving intake of breath. "You are mighty kind, just like the article I read in the paper said about you. I just feel lots better already, talking to you."
The doctor hadn't had a piece of pussy thrown at him like this in months, maybe years, and he still was a little stunned. He kept his hand on one breast while he slipped the other one behind her head.
"You've just got the most talented hands," Billie Lee whispered at him while she breathed deeply again and blinked her eyes. "I mean, that's what the paper said, and I just can't believe that I'm sitting right here feeling them." She stroked the back of the hand he was using to rub her breast while she snuggled back into the one moving at the base of her neck.
"And I just can't believe that I'm feeling you," the doctor murmured before he knew what he was saying. "Ah, that is, tell me why you've waited for me, Billie Lee," he finished off as he leaned over nearer to her red full mouth.
"Well, it's not about me, it's about my, twin sister, Mary Lee Bailey." Billie Lee began to explain as she rested partially against the couch and partially against the doctor. Keeping her eyes focused away from him, so as not to distract his attention, she described Mary Lee's deformity, and how she had saved for over a year to pay for an operation to have it corrected. When she had finished, she again focused her wide blue eyes into the doctor's deep brown eyes and managed a few tears.
"There now," he began, "there's nothing for you to cry about. I'm sure I can fix your sister up so she's just as pretty as you are. Just tell me a few more things and we can make a definite appointment for her."
As the doctor asked a few detailed questions about Mary Lee's lip and the size of its split, Billie Lee kept her hand moving slowly up his leg. In spite of its arousing effect, the doctor's age prevented his cock from getting fully up and hard.
"Now, you say the edge is about from here to here?" He asked his last question as one hand left her breast and lightly drew a line on her upper lip.
"That's about right, maybe a little more to the end of my lip," Billie Lee murmured as his hand trickled over her.
"That's all I'll ask you now, Billie Lee. It's enough for me to know that I can do a lot of good for you. I'll give you an appointment for Mary Lee to come in when we leave, how's that?"
"I just knew you could do it, Doctor, and I'm so grateful that I wish I could do something for you in return." Billie kept kneading his half-hard cock like it was a piece of dough.
"I know you're trying and so am I, but it doesn't seem to be doing much good, does it?" The older man asked with resignation in his voice.
"Oh, I don't know, we can try a little harder, Billie Lee had whispered. She was honestly grateful now that she had started with him and was ready to give him a try.
"Your hands are just so soft and skillful, I can see why you're so good at fixing people's faces," Billie murmured as she began to unbutton the front of her dress. The same hands that wielded a knife so successfully were equally as successful in helping with the buttons of her dress and shortly Billie lay naked on the soft carpet of his examination room.
As the doctor hurried to remove his suit, she lay there and relaxed watching as his body came into view. He wasn't an old man, just in his early fifties she guessed. He kept fairly trim from tennis and long hours at his practice, but that hadn't left much time for sex. As a result, his cock was still undecided about what it was supposed to do now that it had the chance to screw.
"You make me feel like an old man, Billie," he half-apologized as he lay down beside her.
"I'm gonna make you feel like a young man, Doctor," she promised as he rolled over onto her lush, naked curves and began to kiss her.
She let him have it his way, for awhile, until the soft cock rubbing against her proved that he wasn't as skillful in the bed as he was in the operating room.
"Lie back on the floor and let me relax you," Billie whispered as she gently pushed him off her and scooted down until her mouth was even with his knees.
Humming softly to herself, she began to gently lick her way up one leg. Before she got to the top, she stopped and leaned over to wiggle her red tongue up the other leg. As she leaned over his nude form, her tits brushed back and forth against him which added to the treatment his tired body was getting.
Slowly, teasingly, she skimmed her tongue up his legs again, barely touching the tip ends of the hair that spiralled upward. Each time she went up a leg, she would go a little higher, out never all the way to his groin, always leaving her upward path at the last minute until she had the good doctor reaching for her head, trying to force her higher.
"Now, now," she whispered gently, "I don't show you how to operate, you don't show me how to operate, Doctor honey." To soothe him a little, though, she did allow her thick blonde hair to fall across his cock the next time she was passing up that way.
As her tongue moved over him again, always, promising but never going up to his cock, the doctor felt the blood slowly flood into his dormant piece of meat. As he spread his legs and whispered to her, 'Please, Billie Lee, do my cock, higher, higher." She knew her treatment was working. Still she kept teasing until the legs she was tonguing trails over were as wide apart as the doctor could get them. Forgetting to watch where she was going for a minute, she peeked upward and then stopped stock-still.
Son-of-a-pea-turkey, look what he's been a-hiding all this time, she thought as she took in the sight of the dork the doctor had all hard and up. That tool might not be long, but it sure must be the thickest thing I've laid eyes on, she almost said aloud. Instead she crawled over the doctor's outstretched legs until she was positioned between them. Then she began to lick her way upwards again.
This time she pushed her mouth all the way up to the top of his spread-eagled form and cuddled his balls in her warm, wet mouth. As she left them and continued upwards, her pussy ground shut, finally approving the efforts she was making. As she licked her way to the top of the thick cock, she knew it would never go into her mouth and had to content herself with winding her tongue around it, lapping at it like it was an oversize ice cream hunkie.
The doctor couldn't stand it any longer. He hadn't been that hard for months and hadn't had a piece of tail that good so near to him for years. He reached down and grabbed her by the arms to pull her up to him. Billie was surprised by the strength still in his fingers until she remembered he was a surgeon. As she let herself be guided upwards, her titties formed a swinging, moving valley that caught the doctor's thick dork. Those soft, fat, hot mounds of flesh caressed the thick cock revving up against the doctor's belly. As he hunched with his hips, Billie moved down onto him and lay there, her breasts cushioned around his hot piece of meat.
"Billie, come on up here, come on up here to me," he moaned.
"Here I am, honey. Here I am. You don't feel like no old man now, do you?" Billie cooed as she snuggled tightly against his heaving chest.
"Feel younger than I ever have. Damnation, I've heard of people being good, but nobody has done this to me for years," he breathed in her ear as his cock roved around her belly, searching out her quim.
"You making me feel right good now, doctor," she told him truthfully as she felt the staff of his manhood pressing thickly against the parted lips of her hot furry mound.
That was all the signal the doctor needed to push her over onto her back and straddle her. Shoving down with a demanding pressure but slowly, enjoying every minute, every second of a good fuck, he speared his dick into her.
"Ahhh, good and easy, good, easy, slowly, good," Billie moaned as she felt her pussy lips being spread apart by the hunk of meat sinking into her, inch by inch.
"Easy baby, easy now, let me slide all the way in," the doctor instructed as he kept up the pressure behind his dick, sliding in deeper and deeper.
Billie's pussy was stretched more than it had been before. She had taken lots of longer dicks in her time, but never anything so thick. It was like a telephone receiver only not so long. The head on the dick was like a giant peach and the more Billie's pussy squeezed down on it, the juicier it got
"Tight, tight, tight," she moaned still getting used to being spread so far apart.
"Goood, goood, goood," the doctor encouraged her as he began to move slowly back and forth, hunching to and fro, the thick dork never withdrawing. Its head sunk into Billie's tight and tender flesh like a giant bore in a coal mine. As his hips hunched forward with harder and harder thrusts, Billie felt her bottled up come juices threaten to explode within her.
"Now, now, oh now! Now! Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh, ooooohhhhh!" She moaned as she twisted her climax approaching.
They were coupled together tighter than two freight trains. Billie's cunt was spread so tight that it has having trouble squeezing into climax, which only made the feeling that much better. The hard ram of a cock shoved ball deep in her was twitching with the additional squeezing it was getting and the doctor was trying his damnedest to hold back his load, afraid he wouldn't be fucking like that again.
"Stop! Stop, rest, don't. Don't damn, damn, don't!" he begged, as he felt his come slowly breaking down his barriers. "Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he shouted in a frenzy as he knew it was too late and shoved his cock into Billie Lee just as the first spasm of climax hit her.
They climaxed together and the seal between them was so perfect that there was a vacuum created in Billie's cunt. As the doctor's seed shot into her it was draw into a faster and faster speed by the pressure of her body, sucking him in.
"Ah, ggggaaagggaaagggaaa!!" the doctor groaned again and again as he shot a bigger load than he had ever before. His cock bucked and shook and throbbed 'til his balls hurt and still the come kept flowing. Finally every drop had been sucked out of him by Billie Lee's cunt, and he felt his cock going limp again.
"My, my, Doctor, you sure do operate right good when you operate." Billie whispered this as she cradled his head on her titties and stroked his hair.
"Billie, baby, when you bring in your sister, you make sure you plan to stay in town while she's recovering. I got a lot more operating to do on your cunt! Does she really look just like you? I can't believe it."
"Yep, she does except for her Up. And you gonna fix that up, ain't you?"
"I promise you it'll be the best operation I've ever done. Just like this is the best operation I've had done on me," he whispered as he cuddled her closer.
"Doctor, I hate to think of what you could do to hare-lipped cunts," Billie whispered before she drifted off for a nap on the floor of his office.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Back at the trailer, the water around Mary Lee's brown and white body and. pink tipped tits was growing cool.
I guess I got to get out of this old tub now before I get wrinkles all over me, Mary thought to herself while checking her cunt to see if it was getting wrinkled like the palms of her hands were.
"I don't guess there will ever be any wrinkles on you, will there?" she asked her pussy as she stood up and began to dry as the tub drained. "Anyway, if there is, we'll just get Lay H. to work them out with his cock. Lordy, Mary Lee Bailey, that's about the twentieth time today you've said that man's name to yourself. You just gonna have to stop it. Supposing he wants that scarf off you next time? Just how you think you gonna get away with how you look then?" she asked herself viciously, as the worry of her appearance intruded on her dreams of cock.
The trailer was far enough away from the main road that she didn't hear the sound of the beat-up truck pulling into the parking lot by the diner. Joel Waters climbed down, paused for a minute to stretch his tired body and then slammed the door shut and headed for the front door of the diner.
Shit, he thought to himself as he saw the 'Closed' sign hanging from the front door. I done come as far as I want to and what do I find but a goddamned closed up diner. Wonder where them worthless twins are. Off fucking somewhere probably. At least that pretty one must be. Don't reckon that one with the fucked up mouth will ever get a man on top of her.
He stood there for a minute or so, his eyes taking in the layout, the trim look of the diner, the well-worn parking lots, and the traffic passing back and forth on the main road he had just turned off.
Got a right good set up here. Wouldn't be surprised if they're making a little money. Ought to be able to help their poor old step-pa out after all I did for 'em. Half brought 'em up like my own, he told himself, forgetting the years of neglect he had inflicted on the two girls and their mother.
As he wandered around inspecting the diner, hoping to find an open window, Mary Lee came out of the bath and switched on her bedroom lights. The sudden beam of light in the otherwise unbroken dusk drew his attention, like a magnet, to the trailer.
No sign of a car anywhere. Looks like one of 'em has gone off. Only one to stay at home would be that there split-lipped one, he figured to himself as a sly grin settled on his turned down lips.
During the years Joel Waters had been married to the twin's mother, he had developed a sly cunning topped with plain damn meanness when it came to his treatment of them all. For the mother he had one use, money and fucking. She was addicted to his peter as he could make her and since he was a cock-slinging bastard, she had it bad, and gave him his way in everything he wanted except with the girls. Billie he had found tough enough to look after herself and if his teasing became too rough, there was no question but that he would regret it. As he learned to leave her alone, his attention turned more and more to the timid Mary Lee. When no one was within earshot he would taunt her about her lip, telling her that she looked like she was born on Halloween or he pretended to be scared when he looked at her. The girl endured his taunts in silence, crying only in the privacy of her bedroom, so that her mother knew little about Joel's cruelty. Billie Lee knew, though, and made it her business to stand in his way whenever Mary Lee was about and the mother away. Now, the thought of having the helpless girl to torment made his long drive seem worth it, and he strode heavily over toward the lighted window to further survey the trailer before announcing himself.
Secure in her own privacy and dreaming thoughts of being fucked every night by a man as well hung as Lay H., Mary Lee pranced naked around her bedroom. Her body was still moist from the bath and the light from the lamps gleamed over her skin, accenting the whiteness of her inner thighs, the blonde hair of her snatch and the red, ruby-rich nipples on the end of her jouncing breasts.
First, she sat down in front of her dressing table and as she carefully ignored her image in the mirror, pulled a hairbrush through her tangled blonde curls with a slow, almost sadistic pleasure until every strain gleamed an d lay as fine as spun gold.
She had just finished that when Joel found a peephole in the drawn curtain. Without making a sound he let his eyes travel over the room, taking in everything in it. Mary was alone, that much he was sure of at a glance, but what held him at the window was her big-titted body and what she was doing to it.
Feeling the dryness of her skin as the bath moisture evaporated, the girl sprayed herself with a lanolin rich body spray and began to rub it in with slow, caressing strokes. From her fine, unwrinkled neck she soothed downwards to her breasts that moved and rolled with every movement of her arm. Tenderly she cupped them with one hand and with the other rubbed the moisturizer into their rich fullness. The natural sheen of her skin was emphasized by the treatment it was getting and the skin of her tight-nippled breasts began to glow with a luster like in pearls. The tip ends, so big and juicy looking as Billie Lee pointed out the night before, stuck out like the cherry on the top of an ice cream sundae.
Joel swallowed hard as he felt a familiar tightness spreading through his crotch. He had been locked away long enough to make him horny as only a just-released convict can be. As his cock rose in demanding stiffness, he stuck his hand down the front of his trousers to guide it towards available room. As his hand settled around the throbbing length it jumped and quivered like it had a life of its own. He rolled his hand around it a couple of times as he was pulling it upwards, towards his belly button. Drawing his hand away, he let his fingers rake over it slowly so that as the tip of his index finger slipped off the end, it caught the first drop of slippery pre-fuck juice which oozed out of the big-slitted top.
"Hot damn! Look at that!" he whispered as he absently stuck the annointed finger into his mouth and sucked on it. "Shit fire, I reckon I could forget about that mouth of hers so long as them titties was in my mouth." His cock throbbed in agreement and he strained forward, unwilling to miss seeing an inch of Mary Lee's body as she continued her spraying and rubbing.
I just got to stop rubbing my titties like this. Every time I brush across a nipple it makes my pussy twitch, Mary Lee was thinking as her hands made one final pass over her hard-tipped boobies.
That was true enough. Her cunt was like a puppet tied to the strings of her tits and every movement across the live-wire ends sent a ripple down to the very middle of her slit pussy mound. To give her clit some rest from the teasing it was taking, she propped herself back against the dressing table and spread her long, smooth, brown-skinned legs wide enough to make her pussy pop open.
Don't know why I'm going to so much trouble, sitting at home all by myself like this, she grumped to herself as the ache in her loins aggravated her more and more.
You do know why, too, the answer came as she mentally had a conversation. You got to keep up what good you got, 'cause if for some reason you have to do without that operation for awhile longer, you got to make sure that Lay H. has got something he'll like and there ain't nothing he'll like finer than a woman's body that's been looked after.
Here she stopped and thought again about what she would do if she had to go on hiding her face from the one man she wanted.
I know what, I'll get Billie Lee to make Jed not get any women for Lay H. I'd sooner he fuck a cow than some other woman, at least then I wouldn't have to worry about any competition when it came time to get him back! The shame of that thought brought a flush to her cheeks and to keep from thinking and worrying about it any more she continued with her rubbing.
Moving the spray can up and down both spread legs, she gave a good coat of oil to them before setting the can down. As she leaned over to massage one ankle her hair fell forward in waves hiding her deformed face. At the same time her breasts shifted like twin pendulums and swayed heavily as she moved to and fro caressing her legs.
Fine looking piece of snatch, Joel Waters told himself as he unconsciously rubbed his hand over and over again against the bulging cock that made a thick lump against the front of his trousers. I wonder if anybody cut into that stuff yet. Don't see how they could shy as that young-un is and the way she looks and all. Wonder how it'd feel to have a piece of virgin pussy again? he grabbed his ramrod in an almost convulsive motion and shook it like a dog worrying a rabbit.
Inside Mary Lee was sliding her hands over her calves, rubbing with special care in and around her knees and finally sliding all the way up to her bushy little pussy. There was a very light fuzz of blonde down on her legs and with the oil catching it and making it shine against the light it looked like spun glass.
I ain't about to wait no more, I'm gonna get inside that before Billie Lee comes back to get in the way. Joel could feel his cock throbbing so tight and swollen, it could have been pumped full of circulating hot oil. The front of his pants had a dark blotch where his slippery fucking juices had oozed through the cloth. Just as he started to tear himself away from the window and get inside the trailer, Mary Lee finished off her rubbing and as she reached for a powder puff spread her legs even wider exposing her cunt to his gaze.
"No spray oil on you, honey pot, I know just what that would do, and I done told you, we ain't gonna do it. No more cucumbers, not for this girl. You'll just have to wait it out, so there!" she told her pussy as she smacked it lightly with a freshly dabbed puff. Clouds of scented dust flew into the air as she whacked her purring pussy again and again.
"Oh honey, just wait 'til I get in there. I'll make the dust fly off that thing!" Joel said almost loud enough for Mary to hear as he finally pulled himself away from the window.
Mary Lee jumped like she had been shot when she heard the pounding on the screen door leading to her bedroom. Although not afraid of being alone she had slipped the latches on the screen doors and closed the inner doors, as well, when night started coming down.
Joel wasn't being a gentlemen when he started pounding on the screen door. He had hurried around to the front of the trailer with every intention of just walking in, zipping off his pants and popping his hot meat into Mary Lee. The latch on the screen had stopped him.
Not sure of whether or not there was a gun in the house, he had cooled down enough to knock.
"Who's that? Who's out there?" Mary Lee called wildly as the pulse in her throat leaped forward in fear.
Joel's reply was unintelligible, half on purpose and half because his throat was still dry from panting through it as he had gotten all heated up.
"Who? What did you say?" Mary Lee shouted through the closed door as she hurriedly found a dressing gown and tied it tightly around her.
Again, the unintelligible answer came and as curiosity got the better of her, Mary cracked open the inner door just enough to peek out. She could tell the voice had belonged to a man and the thought that it might be Lay H. occurred to her. Keeping her face carefully hidden from whomever it was pounding on the door, she peered out. Joel heard her deep intake of breath as she spied him. He began to plead in a tone that Mary remembered from the many times he had used it on her mother.
"It's me, honey, it's your step-daddy, Joel. I done come out to see you and see how you getting along. You don't know how worried I been 'bout you ever since we had our little misunderstanding. Come on now, honey, you open up and be good to me. You got no cause to be scared of me. Come on now, honey baby."
"I don't got nothing to say to you, Joel Waters. Nothing at all," came the harsh reply as anger rushed over Mary with the rememberance of the unhappy days she had spent, the victim of her step-father's taunts.
"Now, Mary Lee, honey, what in the world has come over you to go on like that? After all the years I done the best I could for you and your Mama. How can you go on treating me like dirt. I just don't understand," the wheedling tone seeped into Mary's memory and flesh, rising goose bumps on her mind and body.
"I got nothing to say to you, and that's final and flat. You get on away from here Joel Waters before I call the police," Mary threatened through the cracked door.
There was a pause while Joel digested this and relaxed. He realized there was no phone line into the trailer and that if she had a gun inside to use she wouldn't have resorted to such a simple lie. He had nothing to worry about except maybe Billie's return, and he would deal with that if he had to.
"Mary Lee, baby, you just don't know what I got out here for you," he said in a greasy voice as he rubbed his cock back and forth-feeling the blood and power surge through it. That was the same thing he had used for years successfully on the girl's mother and he had to grin to himself as he remembered how that always brought her to heel.
"I don't want nothing you got. Go on, get out of here before I sic the law on you!" Mary yelled at him as she saw what he was doing.
The cold harsh reply brought Joel back to reality and angered him at the same time. With a hard cock that had done without a fucking for over six months urging him on, he took a firm grip on the aluminum door handle and gave a yank. It all happened too quickly for Mary to throw the lock on the more sturdy inner door. First she heard the sound of metal tearing and then she was hurled across the room as Joel pushed his way into the trailer.
"That ain't no way to behave to your old step-pa," he chided, panting heavily.
"You got no right in here like this," Mary said in a slow almost pleading voice as she picked herself up from the floor and pressed against the wall across from him.
"Come on now, gal, old Joel ain't gonna do you no harm. I'm just a might hungry and thought that I could depend on a little grub from you and your sister." Joel's eyes glittered with cunning as he began to enjoy the situation and play it his way. As his muscles had gone into action, tearing down the door, the blood had drained out of his cock and it now lay almost unnoticeable. It could wait its turn now. He was gonna have some fun first.
"Billie ain't here and the diner's closed," came Mary's short reply.
"Ain't you got a little something out here you can fix me up a snack with, honey? I been on the road most of the day." Joel grinned at her as he closed and locked the door.
"We don't keep much in the kitchen. Billie usually brings in something from the diner." Mary Lee explained nervously, clutching her robe over the breasts that only minutes ago were firm and proudly pointing.
"I ain't hard to please. Go on, see what you can dig up for me anyway, sugar." Joel showed his intention of staying by untying his shoes and kicking them off. Mary Lee watched wide-eyed as he fiddled with the top buttons of his shirt. After unfastening two of them, though, he stopped, stretched, and grinned at her. "Just like it used to be ain't it, Mary Lee?" he asked as he rubbed his hand down over his crotch.
She didn't answer, but hurried off towards the kitchenette beyond her bedroom. Joel followed in stockinged feet, hips swaggering, cock and balls pushed forward. As the silent girl fished around in the small icebox and came up with cold sliced ham and some potato salad he watched her, grinning all the time.
"Ain't you glad to see me, gal?" he demanded as he grabbed hold of his cock and shook it at her.
Mary Lee just shrugged her shoulders and went on fixing the food for him wondering how she could get away, wishing Billie Lee was due back before the following morning. She hadn't been physically afraid of Joel before. She had hated his taunts and his meanness, but not until he had torn the screen door off its hinges to get in had she ever been afraid of him. Mixed with fear was a fascination with the way he kept fingering his groin, grabbing at his cock and scratching his balls. She wanted a man, her pussy was hot enough to go with any man that came along, but she didn't want it to be Joel.
"Ah, is that a can of beer I see in there, honey?" he asked her politely.
"Last one we got, Joel. Me and Billie Lee don't drink but a little," Mary Lee explained as she handed him the snap-top can.
"That's O.K., honey. This'll do just fine for the time being." Joel was running his eyes up and down her body like he hadn't seen her before.
"Damn if you ain't growed a whole lot in this past year, ain't you baby doll?" he asked after he had taken a couple of swigs of the beer.
"Ain't changed any at all, same as I used to be," she replied, watching as he sent forkful after forkful of the food into his mouth. His bearded jaws tightened as he chewed, smoothed out the lines and fat and Mary could see how he might have been a right nice looking man when he was young.
"I guess t'was always that mouth of yourn that used to get me," Joel explained. "It doesn't seem half so important now ... course, I been in prison for six months and most any woman would look good to a man been cooped up that long."
"What you been in prison for?" Mary Lee asked half-fearfully, half curiously.
"Nothing serious, honey. Just a little cattle rustling," he answered with a mouthful of food. "Yessir, you sure do look right good. Got a right nice pair of tits on you, you know that? Don't guess any man's ever told you that before. The way you look though ain't no one never gonna look much beyond your head, but I can see how nice you got it all ... down below...." Joel made motions of a curvy body with his hands while he kept his eyes on her.
Mary wilted under his taunts and sloped her shoulders forward so her breasts were less evident under her robe.
"What you got under that there robe, Mary Lee? Looks to me like you might just be body naked under there. How about opening up and giving old Joel a look, honey-just to be friendly like?" He leered at her, slugged back the rest of the beer and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
"You oughten to talk that way," Mary Lee blushed. She grabbed his empty plate and began to wash it.
"You ain't taking me serious, are you honey? Girl looking like you ain't got no sense taking a man serious. I'm just being nice, honey. That's all. Just being nice so you'll know how much I appreciate my supper. Ah, you think you might look around and find a little bottle of liquor somewhere? Billie Lee must keep some to entertain her boyfriends with, ain't that so, hey?"
Dumbly Mary Lee let his words sink into her ears, tossed her golden hair out of her eyes and dried her hands on the dishtowel.
"I think maybe there's a bottle under the sink." She knelt and began to fish around behind the paper bags they kept there. "There's still some left in her, Joel. Take it if you want to and now that I fed you supper, I'd like for you to go." Her voice was low, almost pleading as she shrunk under his sneering gaze, afraid of his taunting words.
"Well now, that ain't very neighborly of you, not after I practically brung you up. Come on now, your Ma raised you better than that. Get out a glass or two and we'll have a little drink together, just for old time's sake." Joel slowly began to twist the top of the bottle of liquor.
"I don't like the stuff, Joel...." she began.
"Get me the two glasses, girl, like I told you. You can hear, cain't you or has that fucked-up lip of yourn hurt your ears, too?" Joel bellowed, breaking all Mary's resistance. "That's better," he said in a satisfied tone as the two glasses were quickly put on the bar.
"Where's Billie off to?" Joel asked as he poured two stiff shots into the glasses and mixed them with water from the tap.
"Got a date. Be back pretty soon, I expect," Mary Lee lied, but blushed when she did so.
"Come on now, young-un. I knowed you for years. You never could lie proper. Your sister ain't gonna come back tonight at all, is she?" There was a long pause and then Joel yelled out, "Well, is she damnit?"
Mary Lee just lowered her head and shook it.
"That's better. You look right pretty like that you know with your hair down so I can't see your face," Joel said in a gravelly voice as he slugged back half his drink.
The liquor set his heart to beating and rivers of lava flowed down his cock and balls. He was hard again, his cock straining against his pants with the force of a tent pole raising an arch of cloth.
"I guess that means you and me gonna be all by ourselves, tonight, don't it?" he asked Mary Lee easily as he unbuttoned another couple of buttons on his shirt. "Come on, baby doll, let's you and me go back in the other room and be a little more comfortable. Come on now, you been standing up looking after me too long. We gotta make you comfortable." He nodded in the direction of Mary's bedroom and followed her obedient form as she slunk away.
"Have a little of your drink, baby. It'll fix you right up," Joel urged softly.
Mary sipped on the liquor and felt it burn a passage to her stomach. The fire it started there ate down into her cunt until it was oozing fluid, trying to put out the ache that arose in her with such intensity. Under her robe her breasts were firm again, the nipple rubbing against the material so insistently that it became apparent to Joel.
"Have another drink of liquor, Mary Lee. while I tell you what I been doing," he urged. He unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and slipped it off his chest.
As Mary took one startled look at his chest, the sight of it filled her cunt with cream and fire. Her heart speeded up at the sight of the hair-covered nipples and even when she looked away, her cunt wouldn't stop throbbing.
"Yessir, I been in jail for awhile, just got out yesterday. Thought about getting me a woman first thing. One thing a man sure does pine for is a woman to take care of his dick when it gets all hard and long." He rubbed the thick ridge cutting through the front of his pants.
Mary Lee kept her eyes to the floor, but took another hard gulp of her drink and tried to keep her cunt from dissolving as more fire hit her stomach and spread downward.
"You ever see a man, honey? I think it's about time you had a look so I'm gonna give you a little treat. Look at me, honey."
Mary shook her head quickly.
"Look at me, damnit!" roared Joel slamming his empty glass down.
Mary raised her glazed, wide eyes and stared openmouthed at his naked chest.
"That's it," he soothed her. "Just keep on a-looking. I'm gonna show you something, girl." He slowly began to undo his belt buckle. As he pulled on the snaps of his pants they flew open, pushed by the pressure of the hard dick pushing under his underwear. Watching her, he pulled his pants off, one leg at a time until he stood half-naked before her.
"Now, I'm gonna show you what a man looks like. Don't you think you ought to give me a little peek at your body like I nicely asked you to before?" he asked roughly. When there was no reply he walked over to her and gave a hard yank to the cord holding her robe together. When it came apart, her breasts shot forward, pushing the robe aside and her pussy drooled hot juices as it waited for the ramrod that Mary was looking at under Joel's tightly stretched shorts.
"That's a good girl. Now keep on a-looking, honey," he instructed her as he slipped his shorts down his legs. Mary couldn't keep her eyes off his meaty dick as it sprang into view. It looked tough and strong, hot and red, ready and full of come. It sprang stiff and proud out of a hair-covered groin and at it's thick base swung two heavy balls.
"Finish your drink, honey," Joel told her as he stood before her, rubbing his cock up and down slowly.
Mary gulped back the rest of the liquor, without taking her eyes off the dick she wanted, had to have, was ready to beg for.
"Lie down on the bed and spread your legs, baby." He came towards her.
Mary backed away like a woman hypnotized and fell across the bed. Her cunt split apart and it's hot red slit waited for the advancing dick.
"You want it, don't you, honey? You want some of Joel's hot cock shoved up in you. Ain't that right? You want me to fuck you, don't you? You're ready for me to fuck you all night long, just like I aim to do. This here cock of Joel's is hot and is gonna get shoved up in you. Ain't that right? You want me to fuck you, don't you? You gonna feel this hot cock of mine up in your hot little pussy and ramming in you ail night, like this!"
"Ahhhhggghhhheee, ahh, ah, ah, ah," Mary Lee moaned as Joel's ramrod of a cock plunged downward into her hot pussy. "Dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, oh, oh, oh, oh!" she continued to chant as she tossed her head back and forth and rolled her hips under the step-father's shoving thrusts.
Joel was momentarily surprised at his easy entry into his step-daughter's cunt. He had expected a tighter squeeze and more resistance when he hit her cherry. When he was ball deep in her cunt, though, and she was wrapping her legs around him and hunching and begging for more, he couldn't stop to question her. Instead he shoved and pushed and hunched into her cunt with every inch of heavy, hard dick he could muster up from between his legs.
As his hairy body rammed into hers again and again, Joel felt his balls get tighter than two green persimmons. The ready feeling of come about to pour out swam over his groin and he hunched furiously as his hands clawed at Mary Lee's ivory breasts.
"Now baby! Now honey, pussy! Now! Now! Now! Now!" he yelled as his first load hit them both like a freight train, zipping through the tunnel of his cock into the cave of her cunt. Washing through his pulsing cock and her lusting cunt, load after load of silver hot jism squirted, until finally he eased himself down onto her body, shaking with the effort of the fifty mile per hour hunching.
Mary Lee could feel the soothing creamy come from his body washing through her, melting away her tensions and the ache in her cunt. Step-father or no stepfather, he was a cock-swinging, fucking male and she was mighty grateful that he had come along when he did. Or, at least she was until he started taunting her again.
"Pussy gal, you sure can swing some ass, can't you, now honey?" he breathed out at her as he lay still, stroking her breasts.
"You swing a right good piece of meat yourself, Joel," she drowsily replied.
"You liked that, didn't you, honey? You liked that feel of old Joel's cock a-ripping up into you, huh? What's the matter, pretty gal, can't you find no man can stand to look at you long enough to slip a peter to you? That why you so hot and fucking ready?"
"You mean son-of-a-bitch, don't you go talking to me like that," Mary Lee cried out, her courage up now that she knew he was like all men. "I can get all the fucking I want, any time I want it, don't have to depend on no old man like you to do it, neither."
"Is that so? That why you was so hot your little pussy was dripping before I even touched you? Don't look to me like you been getting half enough. Walllll, don't you worry none about it, least ways not for tonight. Old Joel is here to slip you some cock and baby, I got enough come left in me to fuck you all night long. You just hang on and keep those pretty legs of yours spread."
"I don't reckon I want you fucking me any more. You can just get up and get away from me," Mary Lee made a move to push his body off hers as she felt his dick growing hard inside her again.
"Oh no, honey. Oh no, you don't. I'm gonna stay right here where I am and fuck you whether you want me to or not. Before I'm done, you gonna want it, believe me, you gonna want it bad. Just like you ma always did." He laughed at her then and rolled back on his haunches, keep his dick still stuck up her straining pussy.
Again Mary Lee made a move to get up and push him away. This time he wasn't so easy with her, but slapped her a stinging blow across the face. "Lie still, gal," he roared at her. "Beating you on your face ain't gonna do it no harm. It's ugly enough as it is so I don't mind a-slapping you at all if I have to."
The words hurt more than the blow and Mary Lee again cowed beneath him, letting him have his way with her as she lay silently crying.
"Hush up, honey, hush up, long as you do nice I ain't gonna beat you. I'm just gonna get you all hot for fucking again, that's all. Just lie still missy and hush your ugly little mouth," he told her as he started massaging her titties with both hands.
As the girl lifted one hand and self-consciously draped it over her mouth she could feel Joel's hands rubbing over her soft titties, grabbing them gently like he was milking a cow. The tip-ends began to glow red and hard again and he kept returning to them again and again to lightly pinch them between his thumb and forefinger.
Inside her cunt, his cock was stiff again and pressing against her soft come-covered pussy walls. Every once in awhile, he would give a slight hunch just to remind himself he was stuck in and Mary would feel the fat cock throb with life as it slid into her a little deeper.
"Yessir, it's a good thing I came along when I did, you in here hotter than a sow in heat and nobody to fuck you. Honey, ain't you gonna tell Joel how grateful you are to him for taking away that hurt in your cunt?"
"I've had lots better men than you, and I'll have lots better after you!" Mary Lee flared up at him again.
"Oh ho, you think that's so, do you? Well, you must be just plum crazy gal, to think you can just run out there in the road and stop traffic. You might can stop it, but it'll only be to look at how ugly you are, not to fuck you. Course you can always pull your skirt over your head. Ain't that the way you done it last time? Pulled a skirt up over your head so all they could see was your slit pussy lips instead of your split mouth lips?" Joel taunted her as he felt her body heat rise and knew that he'd have her begging for his fucking before much longer.
"I had a good man, a big man, and he wants more of me, and I'm gonna have him for so long as I want after I get my lip fixed up," Mary shouted at him. "That's where Billie is gone, to fix it up with the doctor and after that you see if I don't look every bit as good as she does. That's what she promised." Mary was beside herself with his taunts and his cock as they contrived to torture her cunt and her mind.
"That there takes a right smart of money, where you reckon on getting it?" Joel asked softly as he lunged forward again, sinking his dick in her.
Mary Lee wouldn't have bothered to answer that except for his cock ramming up in her filled with truth serum, come truth serum that was making her body do things she didn't want to stop.
"Oh, we got that, and don't you worry none about it. Billie Lee showed it to me herself. It's all fixed, and I'm gonna get me an operation, just you wait," she panted as her pussy walls closed around his hairy hardness again.
"I ain't worrying none about it. That there's your problem, not mine, honey pussy." Joel smiled as he drank in the words-'Billie Lee showed it to me herself.' He knew, then, the money was in the trailer or in the diner and after he finished fucking Mary Lee senseless, he was gonna take it and leave.
He could feel the twitching of ass and cunt muscles as the girl came up into heat again, being stroked to higher and higher degrees of fuck-fire by his dork in her and his hands roving about, rubbing her tits, her ears, her long slender legs.
"Ummmm, don't that feel right good to you, honey?" he drawled as he slipped his dick hard in her again, leaning over her far enough to slip it in all the way.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck me! Oh dick, dick, fuck," she moaned as she spread her legs wider and held out her arms to him.
"I figured you'd want some more of Joel's cock before the night was done. Well, here it is, honey, and you can have lots more, just take all of it you want, 'cause I got lots more to give you. Yep, I'm gonna fuck you half to death starting now!" he whispered down to her as he slowly fed inch after inch of dick into her cunt and then slipped it out to get ready for his first hard down stroke.
Joel fucked her twice more in rapid succession before he felt the need for a little stimulation to keep him going. Leaving her resting, he padded around the trailer kitchen and found another full bottle of liquor. When he brought it back into the bedroom, she sat up and looked at him.
"That stuff is too powerful for me, Joel. I'll get along without it," she protested as he began to pour her a glass full.
"OH no, honey baby, we gonna drink and fuck together. This here'll get you all hot and make you want to fuck more," he replied and kept on pouring.
"Ain't I been hot enough?" she demanded remembering how she had almost bucked him off her last time with the power of her hunching hips.
"You been right good, but I ain't heard you beg for it, yet, and I wanna hear that," he told her when he walked back over to the bed. His hairy nakedness filled her full of heat again.
Joel took his time about dicking her again. He made sure she had three drinks in her and was starting to get glassy-eyed before he reached down and began to finger her cunt. He squeezed the plump moist lips of pussy over and over until they began to glow pink in his hands. Glancing up he could see Mary Lee was waiting for it, her eyes closed, her breathing heavy.
"You want some of Joel's dick, honey lamb?" he whispered. "You want some cock in your unused little pussy? You gonna have some in awhile, girl, if you're good. First cock you've had for a long time, ain't it? An' probably the last one you gonna have in a long time. I think you lying about that operation, baby doll. I don't think you gonna have no operation at all," he taunted her as he slipped one finger up inside her hot slit and began to run it around and around.
"Am to, am to, Mary Lee murmured as her hips bucked forward, her head spun with liquor, and her cunt ached with a need to be fucked again.
"Where's the money gonna come from? That there's a right expensive thing to have," Joel asked her before leaning down to bite her cherry ripe breasts.
"Billie got it, I know," Mary was aware of a danger in the questions, but with her mind full of liquor and her cunt full of come she couldn't think straight.
"Where's Billie got it hid?" came the sly question.
There was no reply as Mary tried to reason out why she wouldn't answer his question. Before she could remember who he was and what a bastard he was there was a hurting burning sensation that spread up her cunt. Joel had taken a mouthful of drink and then planted his mouth tight on her cunt and shot half of it up into her.
"Ahhhhh, no, no, no," Mary moaned as she began to squirm and try to get away from his lips. The fire was eating into her pussy now worse than she had ever known it and she had to make it stop. Had to! Had to!
Holding her cunt closed with a rough hand, Joel asked her again, "Where's the money hid young'un? Where is it? I ain't gonna let you go and I ain't gonna fuck you no more 'til you tell," he threatened as her body arched and twisted and she tried to get away from him and the burning inside her.
"Please, please, don't. My pussy, my pussy, help me! Help me!" Mary moaned as she squirmed around on fire all over, drunk, half crazy and hotter than the cow Lay H. and Jed had delivered earlier in the afternoon.
"Where young'un? You want more cock up you, better tell me where!" Joel demanded as he kept his hands squeezing tight on her cunt.
"Billie's room, closet, tin box, money!" Mary finally moaned.
"That's better, honey love, now we gonna give you something nice for that. Here it is, feel this!" Joel took her pussy in his mouth and sucked out all the burning liquor he had squirted in her. As it came out, he licked her as dry as he could as far as he could reach, and the hunching of her hips was frantic. She held his head clamped onto her cunt with amazon-like strength so that he had a hard time breaking away.
"Never been et before, have you honey?" he inquired as he was slipping his dork back inside her again.
This fuck took Joel longer and Mary Lee climaxed twice as a result, her pussy clamping down on his still hard dick each time she did so. On the last try she had passed out it had been so good and when she lay unconscious he had finished up, hunching furiously sending his almost dry cock slamming into her as hard as he could move until finally he shot again.
After resting for awhile on top of her, he got up, padded into the other bedroom and began to rummage around in the closet. Without any trouble he found the box and brought it back with him. After checking the contents, he slipped into his clothes, took another slug of liquor and quietly left the drunk, over-fucked Mary Lee Bailey.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mary Lee had passed the night in a coma, Jed and Lay H. passed it in each other's arms, and Billie Lee spent at least a part of it with a grateful doctor who licked champagne out of her cunt. As the new day began, they each fell into a master timetable that had them moving towards each other with all the sureness of the elements in an atomic bomb, just before the final fission.
Jed and Lay H. were up early and, as soon as they had the contented little brown heifer back on the truck they were on their way, speeding north towards Billie Lee's truck stop.
Billie Lee slept late in an expensive hotel suite and later went shopping on an unlimited expense account. She was late in leaving the city because of that, and because it had taken the good doctor a little longer than usual to get his rocks off that morning.
Before any of them appeared on the scene, Mary Lee struggled out of her sleep and lay with her first hangover. As her head was aching and her pussy burning with the aftereffects of its alcohol bath, she remembered the money, and crawled to her feet as quickly as she safely could. With an inner conviction as to what she would find, she searched Billie's room for the little tin box. When she was sure that Joel had taken it, she sat down on the John and pissed and cried at the same time. She stopped pissing before she stopped crying. Then she had five aspirins, a cup of black coffee, and soaked her fucked-out body in a bubble bath.
Jed and Lay H. kept each other awake by singing. The little heifer didn't moo a single time on the trip up.
Everybody was satisfied. Including Joel who was sacked out in a grove of pine trees not fifteen miles down the road from the diner. His cock was satisfied even if it had throbbed with a post-fuck hardness all night. His mean streak was pleased with his taunting of Mary Lee and his green was contented with the tin box he kept under the front seat.
Jed and Lay H. pulled their rig into the parking lot by the diner before Billie Lee had returned. Not knowing this, Jed had blown a long loud blast on his air horn to announce their return.
"You don't reckon on telling anybody what we ... ah, did yesterday, do you?" Lay H. inquired anxiously.
"Non of their damn business, Lay H. If I want to do it some more with you, then I guess that's for us to decide. Right now, we got us a woman to look after and it'll be right nice to have a soft fuck again." Jed grinned over to his buddy before swinging down from the cab and striding towards the still-closed diner.
"Goddamn," he said conversationally, "ain't like Billie to lie abed so long in the morning. Said she was gonna get back from the city early so no reason for this here diner not being open. We better check the trailer, Lay H."
Inside the trailer, Mary Lee watched half with fear, half with relief as the two men approached. She had heard the truck horn and knew who it was right off. What she wanted to do now was to throw herself into Lay H.'s arms and he there crying, but, of course, with her lip as a giveaway, she didn't dare. As the decision was forced upon her, she seized the same blue scarf she had tied around her mouth two night ago and arranged it in place.
"Billie, you all right?" Jed yelled when he spotted the screen door half off it's hinges. "Billie, honey, where are you?" He burst his way into Mary Lee's bedroom to find the lovely blonde girl sitting on the edge of her bed, head bowed, shoulders slumped forward.
"Get in here, Lay H.," Jed yelled as he began to search for whoever or whatever had caused the turmoil inside the trailer.
When Lay H. made his appearance, the still-silent figure sitting on the bed lept up and flew across the room into his open arms.
"There now, honey, there now, baby, don't you cry. I'm gonna look after you." Lay H. cuddled the masked figure to his mighty chest, stroking the cascades of blonde hair and hugging her quivering shoulders.
"What's the matter, honey. Cain't you tell me?" Jed asked, puzzled that his Billie Lee should go to Lay H., and a little jealous that the two people he liked best in the world were holding each other and excluding him.
Mary Lee couldn't answer, but just kept right on crying and holding onto Lay H., as if he was the last stable thing in a world shaking with earthquakes. She had no hope of an operation now, not with her money gone. She didn't want any other men, either, really. She just wanted to hang onto the one she had.
All three of them were so intent with each other that they didn't hear the running footsteps that announced the arrival of Billie Lee to the scene of tragedy.
She had been just a little apprehensive on the bus ride home, guilty about being so late to leave the city, but telling herself it was all right so long as it was for Mary Lee's operation. When she got off the bus to find Jed's rig already parked by the diner, and no sign of the two men, she knew they would be with Mary Lee. Just what situation would result, she didn't know. It was enough to make her run like hell.
She hurried up to the trailer and peered in, through the ripped-open doors. In an instant, she was aware that her sister had taken time to tie a scarf around her deformed mouth and that she was crying.
"Mary, honey, baby, sweetheart, what's the matter?" she cried, ignoring the startled look that Jed shot at her and the way Lay H. pulled the crying figure tighter to him.
"Jed, what's the matter? How long have you been here? Oh hell, Mary, stop that now, and tell me what on earth has happened. Honey, baby, sweetie pie?"
Mary lifted her tear stained face from Lay H.'s chest just long enough to sob out, "Joel got me drunk, all night, your money gone!" before she burst into another flood of tears and clutched at the strong arms and mighty back that she was so afraid of losing.
"That son-of-a-bitch!" Billie cussed to herself when she came back from taking a quick look in her bedroom closet.
"Billie?" Jed asked and then stopped, confused beyond questions.
"Oh, Jed," she wailed throwing herself into his arms, surrendering herself to floods of tears like her twin.
"Sugar? Don't cry, sugar. Me and Lay H. can take care of whatever it is that happened. Baby, who's this other girl, honey? I'm downright confused." Jed hugged her close and glanced from one crying girl to the other.
Lay H. didn't bother looking beyond what he held in his arms. There was no doubt that the girl with him was the one he had made love to two nights ago. And when she had come running to him, he knew he would never let her go again.
Finally, the crying eased off into soft sobs and Billie had to face things for herself and Mary Lee, just as she had always done. Breaking away from the comfort of Jed's strong arms, she took Mary Lee out of Lay H.'s unwilling arms and led her into the other bedroom and put her to bed. When she finally came back, the two men had found one of the half-full liquor bottles Joel had left behind. They were helping themselves to it.
Billie sat down heavily between them, making them scoot over from each other so it was her legs they were touching, not each others. After a healthy pull at the bottle, she explained it all to them quickly and finished off near to tears again.
"That poor little thing, all these years like that and now she got to wait longer. How come she was holding onto you, Lay H.?" She suddenly remembered to ask.
Jed told her about the last night they had been there and how Lay H. thought he had been screwing her. When he finished, Lay H. broke in silently.
"No disrespect to you, Miss Billie, but I'm right glad now that it was Mary Lee. Now I ain't got to share her with nobody."
"Well, that explains why the poor thing's sobbing your name over and over. She's in love for the first time." Billie sighed to herself again and reached for the bottle.
"Can I go in and see her for a little?" Lay H. asked in such a begging tone that Billie Lee went in and persuaded Mary Lee to let him come in. When he came out a few minutes later, his big face was set so hard it could have been carved out of granite. He took another swig of liquor and turned to Jed.
"He can't have got far. You gonna help me find him?"
It was obvious by his tone and stance that he would have taken the truck, cow and all, with or without Jed's help. Both men got up to go while Billie rummaged around to find a picture that would give them some idea of whom they were looking for.
"Here's one of Mama and him not more'n two years back," she said. She passed over a snapshot. "He ain't changed much; most too mean, I reckon. Listen now, he's a right nasty fighter. Knows how to use his fists, but don't mind getting in with knees and feet if it'll help him out of a tight spot. You look after yourself, you hear me, Jed?"
"We'll be O.K. Save your worries for that scoundrel's worthless hide," Lay H. grimly assured her.
"Won't be much worrying going on for that, let me tell you." Billie looked after them as they left. Then she went into her sister's bedroom and sat with her for a while.
Jed wheeled the rig out of the drive, onto the main highway and headed north. As soon as they had the truck running smoothly enough to talk, Lay H. turned to him with the snapshot in his hand.
"You know who he is, don't you, Jed?" he asked.
"Knew soons I saw the picture," came the reply. "Me and my damn fool mouth was the one who told him how to get to the diner yesterday."
"No sense blaming yourself. You just doing Billie a good turn, you thought. Hell, you done that lots of times. Anyways, it'll make it easier for us to spot him when we do catch up with him."
It was only by chance that Lay H. spotted the rear-end of the old pickup as they hurled along the main highway. Joel Waters had pulled it off on a little dirth path, just off the road, parked it in a grove of young pine saplings and had gone off to sleep.
"Hold on there, Jed!" Lay H. shouted. "Ease this baby up and get us back down the road a couple hundred feet."
Jed checked for traffic and then slammed the big truck in reverse. Following Lay H.'s instruction, he steered them off the road, tail first, into the same little dirt road that led to the pines. As soon as they were off the highway, the motor was cut and both men lept to the ground and ran silently toward the pickup.
Joel started from his sleep at the sound of both doors to his truck being opened. Before he could move any further, Lay H. had his giant hands on his shirt and started dragging him out. The shirt tore and Lay H. took a firmer hold, this time on Joel's flesh. As the old man came tumbling out onto the ground, his anger flared at the rough treatment and he doubled up his fists, ready to fight. Then he saw there were two of them, both younger and stronger than he, and he let his hands drop again.
"What you after me for?" he demanded, half-defiantly.
"Just recovering something belongs to some friends of ours," Jed told him. "Remember yesterday I told you that Billie Lee was a special friend of mine? You should have remembered that before you started messing around with her sister and her property."
"That's a family misunderstanding. You got no right busting in." Joel tried to bluster his way through.
"'Tain't the way I heard it." Lay H. almost whispered, his voice thick with hate and anger.
Joel took one look at him and decided no more backtalk. He stood watching Lay H. warily, while Jed searched the truck and came up with the tin box of money from under the seat.
"I reckon this here is what we come after, Lay H." He motioned with his head back towards their truck.
"Hold on a minute, Jed." Lay H.'s voice was gravelly. "You got Miss Billie's property back for her, now I figure on getting back at this bastard!"
"How you aiming on doing that, Lay H.? You know I ain't about to let you do no killing."
"Not 'tending to. Got something else in mind. I want to see this bastard fixed. Best way I know is to get him back in jail."
"How you aiming to do that? The girls ain't gonna want to go to court, specially not Miss Mary Lee," Jed answered doubtfully.
"Easy enough. We gonna get him on a charge of rustling. All we gotta do is take this bastard to the sheriff claiming he was trying to steal that little heifer we got in the back of our truck."
"We can't do that, Lay H.," Jed protested.
"Hell, yes, we can. We got your word, my word, the girls word and this bastard's already a jailbird unless I miss my guess."
Jed thought for a minute and shrugged his shoulders, "I guess we can do it if you so keen on seeing him back behind bars."
"Can you think of a better place for him?" Lay H. asked angrily.
"Nope, I guess you right about that one. If ever I saw anybody who belonged behind bars, it's this one."
Joel protested, "You can't get away with that."
"You-son-of-a-bitch, if you plead anything but guilty in court, I'll take it on myself to track you down and kill you, sure enough. Jail's the easiest way out, so you better make up your mind to take it quiet," threatened Lay H.
Joel knew when he was beat and kept his mouth shut.
"Now, git in the back of that truck and in the heifer's cage!" Lay H. ordered.
"I can't go in no cage with a cow," Joel cried out.
"You better make up your mind right away to do what you told to do," Lay H. replied, advancing with his fists clenched.
Joel got the idea and quickly climbed into the back of the stock truck and let himself into the cow's cage. He watched dumbly as Lay H. threw a padlock on the floor and walked away to join Jed.
"Let's get this fucker into town, Jed," he instructed, ending the subject of Joel Walters.
CHAPTER NINE
Unwilling to wait even a day longer after her years of hiding behind a scarf, Mary Lee packed her bag after breakfast. When the stock truck hit the road a little later, it was with four people inside-Lay H. and Jed in the cab and Billie Lee and Mary Lee riding in the sleeping compartment just behind.
"You know, sister," Mary Lee whispered not long after they had started down the road, "I won't be able to do anything for a long time, weeks and weeks, I reckon, and it's a shame to let this riding time go to waste. Why don't you slip up front with Jed so Lay H. can come back to me for awhile?"
"Honey, ain't you tired after last night?" Billie Lee asked anxiously, remembering how little sleep any of them had gotten.
"A little sore down around my cunt, but you won't catch me complaining about that none," came the frank reply.
"I guess you're right, sweetie." Her sister smiled tenderly at her, patted her ass quickly and slipped down into the cab.
"Swap places with you Lay H.," she said, bouncing down between him and Jed.
"I was wondering how long you would let me stay out here with this horny fucker." Jed grinned over at his girl.
"I'd expect you both to be horny, young as you are, and what's more, Mary Lee feels the same way, and I expect I will too, after all, it's a long way to the city."
"You heard the lady, Lay H., get your ass back up there, man. It is a long way to the city!" Jed urged as his cock began to ooze a thick, slow-moving stream of peter lube down his leg.
"Lay H., don't you want me no more?" came the cry from the compartment.
"Honey, you know better than that!" the giant's voice boomed out. "You take off your clothes before I climb back. Two of us stripping in that little space would be some sight, sure 'nough, but we'd never get done."
They laughed at that, stopping only when one tender little hand reached through the compartment curtains holding out a pair of fresh silk panties. Lay H. took them in his big, calloused palm and without any hesitation, held them up to his nose. The faint scene of lilacs wafted through the cab at the same time as it wafted up his nose. It was a scent familiar to Jed and Billie Lee. It was the lilac douche that Billie Lee used on herself and had loaned to Mary Lee that morning when they were bathing and dressing for this trip.
"Honey, that's the sweetest scent in the whole world," Lay H. called back, "I just gotta go right straight to where it's coming from!"
"Just a minute, baby," Mary Lee replied before handing out her brassiere with the same dainty gesture she had handed out the panties with.
It was a blue lace, half-cup brassiere and Lay H. rubbed his fingers around the warm inside before pushing it back through the curtains. "Put it back on, honey. I want to take it off myself. No sense in you not saving something for me."
"I'm saving plenty for you, Lay H.," came the throaty promise.
"And I'm a'coming back there to get it right now," he grunted. Turning in the seat, he rose to a kneeling position and pushed his head and shoulders through the curtains.
The light in the compartment behind the high front seat was dim. Lay H. blinked his eyes for a few seconds before they adjusted and he saw the naked figure of Mary Lee stretched out against the far side. All she was wearing was the blue gauze scarf and the blue, half-cup brassiere. Her blonde hair tumbled down across one eye. She moved one hand to push it away, uncovering the fat mound of her cunt. As her hair tumbled into place, she again dropped her hand between her legs and lay there, her big eyes staring into Lay H.'s as if he were a stranger come to rape her.
"Oh Lord, Miss Mary Lee, oh Lord, honey!" Lay H. whispered as his cock did a jerk in his trousers that almost bent it double.
"What's the matter, Lay H?" she asked softly, her voice coming through the veil like it was far away.
His eyes were already roaming over her, like a man in the desert who sees a mirage of an oasis and scans anxiously, hoping not to see the waving lines at the edges, hoping it will prove to be real. It looked real enough. The golden glow of Mary Lee's suntan was accented by the softer golden shade of her ass and cunt. Her long smooth legs were stretched out comfortably, one crossed over the other, her hand draped at the mound that lay between them. The roll of her breasts was accented by the blue lace binding of her brassiere. The heavy mounds of flesh heaved with each breath she took, threatening to burst through their fragile bonds.
"Come on in, honey," came the pleading whisper from behind Mary Lee's veil.
Lay H. pulled himself over the back of the truck seat, between the curtains and into the dim vault behind. His big booted feet barely missed Billie Lee's head as he clammered back like a paratrooper going across an obstacle course. Before she could move, Mary Lee was caught in a steel-like vise of arms. So carried away was he that Lay H. forgot about her injunction against kissing and only by turning her head to one side quickly did Mary Lee avoid his advancing mouth.
"Now, honey!" she warned as she felt him trying to turn her head to meet his own.
"Goddamnit!" came the flustered whisper as the giant loosened his arms.
"Baby, I'm sorry. You'll just have to take what I can give you and wait for the rest!" Mary Lee said almost in tears as she cuddled against his heaving chest.
"Now, now, sugar, don't you fret none. What you got to give me is more than enough for now," Lay H. soothed her. "Just remember one thing, though, when you get this operation thing done with, the first night, you gonna come to our bed just like you are now, veil and all, and then you gonna let me take it off you, when I want to. That veil damn sure does something to your eyes."
The admiration in his voice told Mary Lee he wasn't teasing her. Cuddling next to him, she began to unbutton his shirt whispering in his ear as she did so, "I promise you that, honey, and anything else you want."
Lay H. pulled away from her for just long enough to shuck his boots off and then lay back, hands above his head, to let Mary Lee do the rest of his undressing. She went about it slowly, taking her time with his buttons, slowly pulling his shirt out of his pants, exposing the massive chest and concave stomach. His heart could be seen thudding against his ribs and the salty savor of sweat competed with the lilac scent of her cunt for control of the air around them.
His cock lay throbbing down his left leg, encased in the cloth like an iron rod in a mold. Mary Lee couldn't stop herself from caressing it, again and again, letting her hand pause on it long enough to feel the pulsing she caused to run its length. Her cunt slowly turned into a mound of marrow-filled hotness. The lube oils of her pussy ran together, flowing wells in the heat inside her.
The odor of lilacs was overpowering now as her cuntlips slipped apart with her movements, letting the juicy passage behind give out its perfumed sweetness.
Keeping her eyes on his, Mary Lee tugged at his belt until the metal tongue slipped free and it lay coiled loosely around him, useless.
As her fingers began to work with the metal buttons holding the denim together, Lay H. sucked in his breath to give her more room to work in. Soon she had them all undone and his fly open.
"Lift up a little, sugar," she whispered as she began tugging the pants down.
Lay H. obligingly heaved his ass off the bed and kept it suspended in mid-air until his pants had reached his upper thighs. Then he slowly let down, feeling the smoothness of the sheets rubbing against his bare flesh.
"Don't you have no underpants?" Mary Lee asked as his hairy groin came into view. Then she was quiet, as the thick, bent base of his cock appeared like a giant pipe-line suddenly bending out of the earth. As she pulled his pants the rest of the way down his legs, his cock sprang into view and flipped up so its head was pointed towards the ceiling.
"I always rip 'em up," Lay H. told her truthfully.
"Well, I guess I don't have to ask why," she replied admiringly, her eyes still caught on the massive peter that swung suspended between her body and his.
"Finish taking off them pants, baby." Lay H.'s hoarse command was enough to send a tremor through Mary Lee. The sound of rough cloth sliding over his hairy legs sent goose bumps marching over her body until she shook her shoulders and tits involuntarily.
When she had his pants down to his ankles, her back was to Lay H.'s face. The brassiere strap cut into her buttery flesh, spoiling the unbroken curve of nudeness that stretched from her feet to her neck. As his pants were tugged off, Lay H. sat up and, with a quick motion of his fingers, undid the blue brassiere, letting it fall forward. She finished taking the brassiere off so that her glorious mounds of soft, suckable tit rolled in front of his eyes.
"You know, I reckon they are bigger than Miss Billie's," Lay H. drawled. He reached out to rub one ripe berry-like end between his thumb and forefinger.
"Well, you cock is bigger than Jed's," Mary whispered. She grasped his thickness tenderly. "It don't make a lot of difference, does it?"
"Nope, I reckon not. Anything over a mouthful is a waste, they say."
"Can I have a mouthful, honey?" Mary asked, sliding down towards his cock before he could reply.
Again Lay H. felt that rough, cat-like tongue licking over the sensitive glans of his cock, invading the slit in the top, licking off his pre-fuck lube and replacing it with the thinner oils of Mary Lee's mouth.
"Do it, baby, suck that peter!" he moaned. He felt the rough tongue slip around his cockhead like a snake coiling around a tree. Then it straightened out and her tongue slid straight down his thick length, laving up the underside of his cock, leaving a trail of warm wetness all the way down to his balls.
Mary Lee had never sucked on a man's cock before, but she decided she liked doing it. The warm salty taste reminded her of fresh parched peanuts and the continuous throbbing of cock flesh seemed to be kissing back at her mouth the way she wanted to be kissed. When she got to Lay H.'s balls, she hesitated for only a minute and then sucked one very slowly and very gently into her mouth. Once she had it inside, her tongue cushioned it and bathed it until it was as pink and scrubbed as a new born baby. Then it was gently pushed out into the world, and the other one was taken in.
Lay H. groaned softly as his cock and balls were worked over. He loved having that done to him, and now he wanted to do it back. Snuggling down close to Mary Lee, he reached one hand behind her ass, pulled her willing body over close to his mouth and began to lick around her lower belly.
Her pussy split open. She pushed her legs apart and lay waiting as the hard tongue pushed closer and closer. As Lay H. buried his head between her legs and went down on her furry pussy with his mouth open, Mary Lee closed her legs gently around his head, rubbing his ears.
Working his way down on her box, like a hungry boy on a hot pastry, Lay H. took the whole furry thing into his mouth. As he chewed on the mossy mound, it split and his tongue slipped in between the lips. As the tongue flicked inside he felt the pressure of Mary Lee's legs increase until he was being forced down, deeper and deeper. When his tongue made contact with a stiff, protruding segment of flesh hidden in the cunt mounds, the pressure on his head increased until he doubted that he could take his mouth away. Not that he wanted to. The hot, begging pussy trapped in his mouth made his cock squirm with come. The frantic tonguing and mouthing that Mary Lee was doing, teased him into an unbearable hardness as the threat of orgasm waxed and waned.
"Lay H., oh please, honey, baby, please, do it, do it to me, honey, oh honey, do it!"
He heard Mary's voice from far away, and realized that she was very near to climax herself. Shoving his tongue deeper in, fighting with the rigid joint inside Mary's cunt, Lay H. concentrated on finishing off what he had started. At the same time he felt the pressure inside his cock building up to the point of no return.
"Ummmmmmm! Ummmmm! Ummm!" he grunted and moaned as he felt the burning fire of come start at the root of his cock and begin to eat its way into his shaft. Mary Lee's legs were clutched against his head so hard it was difficult for him to breathe. Somehow he managed to suck in enough lilac-scented air through her mossy cunt to keep going. His tongue was like a living thing flicking inside her cunt, dribbling out juice as he ran into pools of her own oils. His face was coated with 'sweat cunt oil, spit; all of it mixing to billow an aroma inside his head that was like breathing pure alcohol. He was drunk on it, hot on it, sucking on it, licking and tonguing and hunching on it.
Mary Lee felt his cock rev up into the final stage of orgasm-stiffness before the pulsing ran down its entire length and the milky white hot cream began to spurt into her greedily sucking mouth. The taste of it on her tongue was new and exciting, triggering her to harder sucking and swallowing. She ate him, loving every ounce of his beautiful hot come and then felt her own climax hit like a tidal wave. Hunching down harder on his head, she rammed his tongue deep within her and then cut loose. The clit he had wrapped in his tongue throbbed and tightened as she lost control. Her cunt lips moved convulsively, and he knew she was jerking and moaning outside the warm cage of her legs.
They both slowed a little; her legs parted as she fell into a half-conscious state and Lay H. wearily crawled out. His dick was still wet and covered with what come she hadn't swallowed. As he reversed and came down on her naked body it revved into hardness again. Her cunt lay exposed, open and still hot. He came down with the full-length and shoved his pole quickly inside her welcoming cunt channel.
"Ohhhh, honey, ohhhhh, now, now, do it, now, do it now!" Mary Lee began to moan as her clit was rubbed by the hardness descending into her again. Too tired to wrap her legs around him, she lay there, feebly hunching up at the thudding pressure of cock ramming down into her.
Lay H. never had felt so hot. His mouth still tasted of cunt, and the smell of her raced through his blood urging him on to harder and quicker fucking. His cock had swollen to a red, hard demanding thickness he had never seen before. Fascinated, he watched it pull and shove in and out of the clutching pussy lips caught beneath him.
"Now! Now! Now!" He heard himself shouting as his come again spilled from his balls and sluiced down into her waiting cunt. Then he fell full length, his body wrapping around hers, his arms pulling her hard into him while his dick quivered and shook with orgasm after orgasm.
Finally he was through; too exhausted to do more. Mary Lee moaned under him, her cunt still hot, her clit still hard, and her pussy ready for dick or tongue or anything just so long as it went deep into her. Lay H. knew he couldn't make it again, not right then when she needed it.
"Jed!" he called out into the front of the speeding truck.
"Hey, buddy?" came the answering call. "Need a little help, need it right now!" the giant panted.
He felt the truck slow down, then shortly after it jounced off the road onto a dirt lane that took it away from the highway. While he waited, he kept his softening cock moving slowly inside Mary Lee, keeping her hot, keeping the itch of her clit burning through her.
Jed's face peered through the curtains, took in the scene quickly, and began to rip off his clothes.
"Mary Lee that much of a woman?" Billie Lee drawled.
"Right now she is. Reckon she's getting in her last licks before going into the hospital. Nothing to get worried about. You don't mind me looking after her, do you, honey?"
"Reckon not, the way the poor girl is suffering." Billie Lee shrugged and added: 'I'll get my time while she's having her operation. I guess I'll have to look after both you and Lay H. if there's going to be any peace between us all."
"You a real honey, that's what!" Jed replied, kissing her quickly on the lips before shoving his naked ass between the curtains into the compartment.
As soon as he was completely in, lying prone beside the writhing two, Jed patted his buddy on the back.
"All right there, stud, slide off and I'll take care of this for you. We can settle up later, like tomorrow night when Billie Lee is having the same trouble." he said the words with a wink.
Lay H. winked back, too tired to even say 'thank you,' and rolled his body off the furiously hunching Mary Lee.
Although she knew what was happening, Mary Lee tried to hold onto Lay H.'s departing form. He gently pulled her arms away from his body, pinned her down to the mattress, and kept her in position until Jed had mounted her.
The sensation of fresh, hard, unfucked cock sliding into her demanding pussy almost made her pass out. Fastening her arms around Jed, Mary Lee hunched upward. Her need was emphasized by the moans that ripped through the blue veil she wore over her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, please, please! Fuck, dick, peter, peter, peter!" she begged over and over again.
"Take it, honey!" Jed panted in her ear. "Take that hard dick. Slide it in you, fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
His hips rose in a high arch off her body before slamming down again and again, his ass jacking into her with a fierceness that almost knocked the breath out of her.
"Yes, yes, yeah, yes! More, more, more, now, now, now!" The overworked girl screamed as she felt her pussy walls collapse and the fires of orgasm explode through her. The shudders started in her cunt and worked their way outwards, until her body was a twisting, vibrating mass of ass and pussy and tits.
Jed never had anything so hot under him before. Her pussy was so hot it felt like his dick was being scalded. The heat started cooking his come and then he felt it boil over, bubble down his cock, and explode in her like a pressure cooker. They finished coming together and then Mary passed out. Jed rolled off her and lay against Lay H., panting hard to get his breath back. He felt a heavy arm wrap around his and relaxed back against the sweaty body of his buddy.
"Didn't I tell you it was gonna be fine, us and them and everything?" he panted.
"I never had so much in my life. It's gotta work cause I don't aim to go without ever again," Lay H. promised, rubbing the sweat from his chest.
"It's gonna work fine. I reckon my say so makes it final." Billie Lee stuck her head back through the curtains. Kissing her sleeping sister on one breast, she tenderly pulled a sheet over her and then retreated to the front seat again. One by one, Lay H. and Jed dropped out to get dressed. Pretty soon they were headed down the highway once again.
"All we got to worry about now is that operation!" Jed said, thinking out loud.
"Yeah. You sure that doctor can do the trick, Billie Lee?" Lay H. asked.
"I reckon if anybody can do the trick, he can. And I reckon hell be more than glad to do it on Mary Lee," she replied, smiling half to herself.
CHAPTER TEN
"Billie, you didn't have any reason to be worried," the doctor said after Billie Lee finished telling him the story of the money, Joel, Jed and Lay H. "You know I'd have done that operation for Mary, free."
"I know you would have sugar, but it wouldn't have seemed right to me and anyhow, it's all right now. Here's the money and here I am and here's Mary Lee."
The three of them were sitting inside the doctor's office. He had cancelled his appointments for the rest of the day and as they talked they sipped on a bottle of champagne. Billie Lee hadn't had the time to explain her special relationship with the doctor to her sister, but it was more than evident from the minute he swept her up in his arms and clutched her ass tightly to him.
"Billie, honey, if s getting right late, and I know you and the doctor have got a lot of things to talk over, so why don't I just find a hotel someplace nearby and leave you two," she timidly offered now as she watched the doctor take her sister's hand and place it on his leg.
"Not so fast, young lady. I haven't even had the chance to examine you yet," he interrupted, his professional curiosity aroused. "First of all, why don't you learn to trust me enough to take off that veil? I've seen thousands of harelips in my time, and I can assure you there is nothing special about yours. If you're going to trust me to operate on you, you had better start trusting me to look at you."
"Don't you want to wait until tomorrow?" Mary asked, getting scared all at once.
"My dear," the doctor replied, taking both her hands between his, "tomorrow morning we operate. You are booked in for the first appointment of the day. I have a suite waiting for you at the hospital and you'll stay there until it's all over and the bandages come off. Your sister has gone to a lot to get you this far, don't you spoil it by getting scared."
"Oh, but I'm not scared," Mary Lee lied, her sweaty palms revealing the lie. "I just thought that you and Billie might want to, ah, you know, talk things over a little without having me here."
"I'm going to do a lot more than talk things over with your sister, Mary Lee, I'm going to screw the hell out of her!" The bluntness of his reply came as a shock to Mary Lee and she couldn't think of anything to say so she giggled.
"And if you giggle like that again, I might screw the hell out of you, too!"
Unable to stop herself, Mary Lee giggled again.
"There, you see, I'm not such a nice old man after all, am I?" he grinned at her,, taking her hands once more and placing them high on one of his legs. Then he sighed contentedly and leaned back, one girl on each side of him, their hands on his legs, his dick throbbing with a promising semi-hardness.
"Nobody ever paid this much attention to me, except maybe Lay H.," Mary Lee whispered, mostly to herself as she sat close to the doctor, rubbing his leg gently.
"Well, you'd better start getting used to it because once we get through with you, they'll be more attention than you'll know what to do with," the doctor leaned forward again and for the next few minutes he was professional again. "You just listen to your sister. She's a beautiful thing and what's more a generous and loving one, too. Now, come on, Mary Lee, take that damned scarf off. It's getting wet in your champagne glass anyway," he insisted.
"I keep forgetting you're a doctor." Mary Lee's hands fumbled with the knot in her self-made veil.
"That's just fine with me. Forget I'm a doctor altogether, but later on, after I've had a chance to examine you from a strictly professional point of view."
Mary Lee didn't say anything more, but quickly dropped her handkerchief and at the same time, dropped her head in a reflex action, learned over the years.
"Now, now, goddamnit, that won't do," he scolded, his hands moving gently along her face, lifting it up. "That's better, now I can see what we're going to spend tomorrow morning doing. You just concentrate on what we're going to spend tonight doing!"
Mary Lee giggled once again, her fear dissolved by the champagne and the doctor's perfect manner.
"There now, that's all I need to see. You can put that scarf back on if you really want to, but it just gets in the way and there's no need for it now. Hell, Mary, all I can look at now is your tits and your ass!"
"As sweet as you are, I reckon I'm right glad to have you looking at 'em, too," came the reply.
"Now you're starting to sound like your sister and that's plenty fine with me. I'm a little older than those two young studs that brought you down here today, but I don't have any worries about being able to keep up tonight," he assured them as he slid their hands back up onto his upper legs and then guided them higher until they were at the base of his cock.
"Here we are, all comfortable and you've still got your tie on, doctor," Billie Lee cooed as her fingertips scratched at the cloth arched at the top of his legs.
"I'm just waiting for one of you two ladies to take it off for me. Hell, we men do all the work, unsnapping those damn brassiere snaps, fiddling with garters, tugging down panties, nobody ever seems to think about taking our ties off for us."
"Honey, you sure just said the wrong thing," Billie Lee warned him as her arms wrapped around the doctor catching him in a vise. "Mary Lee, you start on his tie, but you don't have to stop there. You just keep right on going while I hold him!" she instructed her sister.
"Now, now, you don't have to be gluttons," he warned as he felt his tie being whisked off and the buttons on his shirt being opened.
"Hush, honey, you've already said enough tonight," Billie told him, "and don't you start to fight back 'cause if you do I might just have to start getting rough!"
By this time Mary Lee had his shirt completely unbuttoned and had slid her hand down his belt buckle. With a quick flick of her wrist, she unfastened that and ripped down his zipper. Reaching her hand into the opening of his pants she pulled and tugged until the doctor's thick dork flopped out.
"How did anybody with hands like yours ever get a peter like that?" she asked in wonder, stroking one finger up and down its wide-tracked shortness.
Billie Lee giggled while the doctor turned red.
"Now, honey, I didn't mean anything bad about that," Mary Lee explained as she saw the effect of her remark. I'm trusting you, don't you think it's time you trusted me, too? All I meant was your hands are so long and slender and soft. Nobody would ever guess you had a peter that big ahanging on you!"
"I think it came as a kind of surprise to your sister, too," the doctor replied, his equilibrium recovered.
"A right nice one, though," Billie Lee amended.
Satisfied that she hadn't put an end to their game, Mary Lee slid to the floor to untie his shoes. Even when she was told to stop she kept right on until shoes and socks had been stripped from doctor and shoes and hose from Billie Lee and herself.
"That's the way, Mary Lee, now get his pants off, strip 'em right on down off him honey!" Billie Lee urged before sliding one hand down to grab the doctor's dong and at the same time pressing her lips down hard onto his open, smiling mouth.
The doctor felt hot, soft, curved lips engage his mouth. As his and Billie's tongue met and slid around together like snakes mating, he remembered to hunch upwards slightly so his pants could be taken all the way down. At first his naked legs and ass felt cool but he forgot the temperature difference when his cock felt a hot, slippery hole cover his cock.
"Don't do that again, you'll make me come!" he warned tearing free of Billie's lips and trying to push Mary Lee's mouth up off his dick.
"But honey, we just want to do everything for you, like you wanted," Billie Lee cooed in his ear before touching his ear lobe with the tip of her tongue.
"All right, all right, I got what I deserved, or at least I'm starting to get what I deserve," he laughed. "Tell you what, though, why don't you two do a little undressing so I won't feel so naked."
"I feel naked without my scarf," Mary Lee told him.
"Will you stop being so damned self-conscious about that, honey? I told you, I've seen worse, but I have to admit, I don't think I've ever seen better tits than that pair you've got on you. They are real, aren't they?" he teased.
"Of course they're real!" Mary Lee let out an indignant squeal.
"Prove it to me, then," he teased back, his tongue licking at the corners of his mouth, his cock throbbing like an engine waiting for the flag before roaring into life.
"Come on, sister, let's prove it to him, all of it!" Billie Lee broke in, standing quickly and walking to the center of the room.
"All right, you just watch now," Mary Lee teased the doctor as she joined her sister and they began to do a mutual strip. Buttons and zippers were quickly dealt with and piece upon piece of clothing fell to the floor until they both stood there, naked except for their panties and bras.
"I sure do like that half cup brassiere, Mary Lee," the doctor commented as his eyes glued onto the fat mounded titties spilling out of it
"Since you like it so much, why don't you help me with it then?" she demanded leaning over him.
The banks of sweet warm flesh threatened to cascade over and escape their blue lace bonds. The doctor whipped his hands behind her back and the skilled fingers performed yet another tricky task. Without fumbling for a minute, he had the brassiere snap unfastened. The soft, golden globes fell free and dangled over his face in all their ripeness. Lifting his face between them, he nuzzled in the hot cleavage and rubbed his ears with each soft tit He had just started to put his arm around her again when Billie Lee pulled her away.
"We're not quite through yet!" she told him saucily then kneeling before Mary Lee, slowly, inch by inch, she began to slide the silken panties off her sister. Mary Lee got into the spirit of things by twisting her body from side to side, making her breasts roll around, their rips jutting upwards like young pine cones. Her hips joined in the undulation so that as the silken barrier came sliding off her ass and cunt, the naked flesh rolled out in ripples and waves.
When the panties had been pulled down to the tops of her thighs, Billie Lee let them go slowly in time with Mary Lee's motions, and they dropped the rest of the way. When they lay in a tiny pool of color on the floor, Mary Lee daintily stepped out of them, and then catching them on the tip end of one toe, kicked them np to the doctor. Whirling around, she shook the cheeks of her ass until they vibrated in waves before his eyes. Sinking to her knees before her sister, Mary Lee began to tug her panties down. Not content to do it slowly, as Billie Lee had done, she jerked them all the way off in one clean, swift motion. Their two bodies were very a-like, the same height and weight, the same curve to their asses.
"One last thing, then I can judge if I was right or not," the doctor instructed, one hand pointing towards Billie's brassiere, the other gripping his dork, squeezing it so the fuck-lube dribbled down in riverlets.
Mary Lee turned to her-sister and waited until she had raised her arms high above her head before stepping behind her and snapping the brassiere catch free. The cloth fell loose but still clung to Billie Lee's breasts, covering them. Slowly the girl lowered her arms, twisting her hips like a dancer. As her arms dropped lower and lower she crossed them in front of her, hiding her breasts. Then with a shrug of each shoulder, she freed the brassiere completely and dropped her arms to let it fall to the floor. Her breasts sprang up free and pointed, fine, high rising breasts, but smaller than the set on her sister.
"Beautiful, beautiful!" the doctor breathed, getting up. He strode towards them, his long stride stretching his legs so far apart that his balls dangled deep down between until he stopped before them. "I haven't got it all figured out, yet, but we're about to teach me a few tricks."
Both girls stood waiting, willing, their cunts, warming up in the presence of thick, hanging dork. Looking them both over with a critical eye, the doctor spotted a tell-tale scratch down close to Mary Lee's cunt. Slipping his hand between her legs, he stroked its soft moss and tender lips.
In spite of herself, Mary Lee winced. Her workout in the truck coming down had left her pussy strained and tender. Even the doctor's careful stroking caused it to hurt a little.
"Nobody said a lot about last night or the trip coming down here, but it must have been something," he guessed. "Mary Lee, you must be a little tired, huh?"
"No, oh no, doctor, I'm not tired, honest," the thought of disappointing a man that had been kind caused her to lie. Again the doctor knew that she was.
"Honey, you're cock-whipped, but don't let that worry you. We're still going to make that thing work one more time before you go on a steady diet of rest and sleep. I just want to be sure of doing the most good with what I've got and this," he indicated his swollen meaty dick, "is just too much for you tonight. Get down on your knees and spread your legs, baby."
Mary Lee did as she was told while the doctor lay down on his back. Pushing himself towards her slowly, he slid his head between the girl's spread legs.
"Billie Lee, get down on me and shove your cunt down on my cock!" he ordered, holding Ms dick up by the swollen base so it raised up directly perpendicular to his prone body.
As Billie Lee lowered herself slowly down to the waiting hunk of peter, the doctor flicked his tongue out and pulled Mary Lee down closer and closer to his mouth. Timing it by touch rather than sight, he flicked his tongue across her tender pussy lips at the same time he felt the head of his cock slide into Billie Lee's descending pussy. As the hot cunt covered his dick completely, he pulled Mary Lee down hard onto his head, his tongue lapping at the inner velvet tissues exposed to him.
Mary Lee hunched downwards as his fucking tongue worked its way inside her. Her clit found itself under attack and sprang up, hard and ready. The doctor's tongue lashed into it and began to whip it into a pulsing hard post that threatened to explode.
As he worked her into more trembling and moaning, the doctor felt his peter become coated with oils and lubes from the cunt slipping over it. Working his hips at the same time as he was working his tongue he surged straight up in hard clean strokes that almost split Billie Lee in two.
"In me, in me, in me!" he heard her demanding from far above him as her cunt lips spread to wrap tightly around his meat.
Straining upwards as high as he could go, the doctor shoved his cock all the way in. As he hovered there at the top of his body arch, Billie Lee came crashing down onto him, trying to drive his cock further into her. Her weight bore him to the floor where he lay as she thrust herself downward upon his hardness again and again. Letting her do the work on that end, the doctor concentrated on the cunt he was eating. Grasping Mary Lee's ass with both hands, he pulled her down all the way onto his head and held her there while his tongue lashed out at her. She rested flat on his face, her cunt on his mouth, her ass hanging just over his chin, hunching furiously at the snaking action of his tongue.
"Eat, eat, eat, eat!" she was moaning again, "suck, suck, suck, suck!"
Once he was satisfied that she was stuck on his tongue and wouldn't get up, the doctor reached his hands up and grappled for Billie Lee's breasts. Through her half-closed eyes she could see him searching. Taking his hands with her own, she directed them onto the jutting ends and moaning as he began to knead and massage them with deliberately hard squeezes.
Unable to stand the pleasure that was shooting through her body from her tits and her cunt, Billie Lee had to share it, to reciprocate it with every part of her. Since her cunt was jammed down on the doctor's dick and her breasts were in his hands, the only part of her left was her hands and her mouth. Reaching out in front of her she wrapped her arms around her sister and pulled her hunching form back against hers. Together they rose up and down, one fucking the doctor's tongue, and the other fucking his dick. Billie Lee ran her tongue in Mary Lee's ears as her hands gripped handfuls of hot tittied goodness.
Down below, the doctor was tiring and his urgent jerks in and out of Billie Lee's body were losing some of their power. His cock though was building up its own head of steam and was close enough to blowing that he didn't worry about finishing up. He felt the come roll up in heat and surge into his cock. The frantic pumping of it jetting down the main tube of his cock gave him the strength to shove his hips off the floor and almost buck Billie Lee off him. As her cunt felt the frantic throbbing and then the hot jets of jism spurt out into her cunt, she moaned once, twice, and then cut loose with her own orgasm.
Her hands clutched frantically at her sister's breasts as her womb mouth opened and closed convulsively. Unable to stop herself, she sunk her teeth into the tender nape of Mary Lee's neck.
The pain in her neck turned into pleasure as her own cunt began to jerk with the beginning of climax. Leaning as far back as she could go, Mary Lee balanced herself against her sister's sweating body as her hips pounded down again and again onto the doctor's face. She felt his tongue jab her clit and stay wrapped around it before everything inside her exploded and she rocked back in a tense arc before crashing down, taking Billie Lee with her.
As their collapsing weight fell against his legs and then rolled off his body, the doctor took a deep breath of air, licked his lips and lay back to rest from his workout. Opening his eyes he saw Mary Lee kneeling over him, a glass of champagne in her outstretched hand.
"We've got to get you in shape for tomorrow," she told him.
"Baby, after tonight, I'm in shape for anything!" he whispered up. When she stopped giggling, he took the champagne, raising up on one elbow as he did so. Before Mary Lee could stand again, he had raised the glass underneath her tits so that first one and then the other slipped into the bubbly coldness. First he licked them off and then raised his glass high.
"Here's to your mouth, baby. After tomorrow, your fun is just beginning!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mary Lee slowly came out of her deep, dreamless sleep. As she opened her eyes and saw the soft glow of white on the walls, ceiling, and sheets, she became scared again. The fear increased when she tried to open her mouth and couldn't.
"Hush, honey. I'm right here," Billie Lee's soothing voice cut through her fear until she lay quiet. "There now, that's better. I've been sitting and waiting for you. The doctor said you might want me nearby when you woke up."
Mary Lee clutched at her sister's hand in affirmation. The drug whirled around in her brain again, and she closed her eyes until the room stopped spinning. That took another four hours, but when she woke again, Billie Lee's hand was still holding hers.
"There now, feeling better?" her sister asked, helping her to sit up, propping pillows behind her and then handing her a glass of iced water with a long straw in it.
Mary Lee was just adjusting the straw through the slit in her bandages when a familiar white-clad figure came striding through the door without bothering to knock.
"Hello, you beautiful things!" he exclaimed slapping Billie Lee on the ass and bending down to very gently kiss Mary Lee on her neck. "Awake now, are you, baby? I thought it was about time for you to come out of it. I've got five minutes between operations so I snuck in to see how you are. Only I know more about that than you do, so I'll do the talking. You just lie there on your soft little ass and listen." The doctor was feeling as frisky as a colt after his workout the night before.
"You will not believe what I have done for you mouth! It is going to be the most goddamned beautiful rosebud-shaped thing to ever slip around a dick head. I really gave you the special $2.98 treatment this morning, worked on you twice as long as I usually take. I made you like I thought you ought to be and if you don't like it, tough! 'Cause that's the way you're going to stay!"
Mary Lee tried to smile, but found she couldn't as the bandages held her lips tightly in place. Instead she winked one big, blue eye up at the doctor and squeezed her sister's hand to show she was all right.
"That's my girl. Hell, I knew anybody that could take a sucking like I gave you last night could face open heart surgery without anesthesia! You go on back to sleep now. I've got to get back to work and Billie Lee ought to get some rest. After all, she did most of the working last night unless I'm mistaken. You think you'll be all right here by yourself?"
Mary Lee nodded and started to slip down into the bed again.
"You sweet thing you, can I see your titties before I go?" she heard the doctor say before he opened the surgical gown that loosely covered her body. Then she felt his warm mouth lap around her soft-nippled breasts. Pulling him to her with a weak gesture, Mary Lee cradled his head against her breasts until his mouth stopped sucking and he got up again.
"Baby, you are one patient that is going to get well quick. I personally am going to nurse you back to a fucking good health. Or should I say to a healthy good fucking? Or maybe a good healthy fucking?" he chortled again, kissed Billie Lee lightly on the forehead and was out the door to answer a call on the hospital intercom.
"Nobody could have been nicer or better to us. He sure took a shine to you right away, honey!" Billie Lee told her sister, brushing the hair out of her eyes. "You go to sleep now. I'm going to be right in the next room sleeping some myself. If you want me, just push this buzzer."
Mary Lee nodded sleepily and then closed her eyes again. The next few days were sleep punctuated by intervals of awake. Each time her eyes opened they found either her sister of the doctor sitting beside her. At the end of the first week the drug dose was lessened and at the end of the second, stopped altogether. In the middle of the third she began to scribble notes to Billie Lee. The first one read, "Where is Lay H."
"He's been asking for you, honey, and wants to come. I don't know how I can explain what it is I've done," Billie Lee replied, twisting her hands nervously together.
"You and Jed have a fight?" the next scribbled note asked.
"Well, yes, sort of. He's been asking about you, too, or least he was the last time I saw him." Two big tears trickled down Billie Lee's cheeks.
"Tell me!" Mary Lee urgently wrote on her pad.
"Hell, honey, I don't know how to. It's something you've never had to worry about before; you sure will now, so I guess you'd better start learning. You know what it is to feel jealous, honey?"
Mary Lee nodded.
"Well, men feel it lots worse than we do, I think. Least ways, a lot more than I ever have. Jed and me've had lots of little squabbles about my seeing other men and if he comes in here, and see's how nice we're being treated he'll know for sure that somebody is looking after us and then the trouble would really start. That's why I kept him and Lay H. away. Only I guess I did it too long, 'cause when I called their hotel this morning, they were gone and the only note they left was to say that since we didn't need them no more, they'd be on their way!" Again Billie started crying, only this time it was more than two tears. It was a flashflood, one she couldn't stop, even when the doctor came into the room.
"What in the hell ...?" he started to ask before Mary Lee sat up and thrust her arms out towards him as she began crying, too. Hurrying over, he let her cling to him while he put one arm around her and the other around Billie Lee.
"All right, come on goddamnit, stop this crap!" he finally exploded. "You keep on like this and you might pull some stitches in Mary Lee's mouth and then there will be hell to pay! Shut up, both of you!"
The flood gradually ceased under the heat of his demands until both girls lay sniffling in his arms.
"That's better. Now, why, and no crap now, why?" he asked, squeezing Billie Lee for a reply.
"You remember my telling you how we got down here and what happened to our money and all?" she finally began to explain. Five minutes later both girls were crying again, and the doctor was goddamning and helling all over the suite.
"After all the goddamned trouble I went to on this girl. Do you mean to tell me that big, dumb son-of-a-bitch has gone away without so much as a...." he stopped as Mary Lee's writing pad caught him across the face. Rubbing himself to take away the sting, he picked it up and read, "Lay H. is not dumb."
"Goddamnit, goddamnit, goddamnit!" he exploded, slamming the writing pad down on the floor. "Both of you shut up or I'll have you put under sedation." Then he whirled and stormed out of the room. A few minutes later he was talking to the Governor whose mouth he had fixed after his mistress had carved a slit in it during a drunken brawl in the Governor's Mansion two days before election.
"Ed, I want those two men found if you have to put the whole goddamned state police force on it," he end ed after a quick recounting of Mary and Billie Lee's saga.
Two minutes later a state-wide alert was in force. A week later there was still no sign of Jed and Lay H.
"Billie, I'm doing all I can," the weary doctor told her for the hundredth time, "they must be out of the state, but they'll come back sometime, and when they do, I promise you they'll be lassoed and hog-tied before they can move two feet."
"I know you're doing all you can do, but it's been so long," Billie replied with a sigh as she leaned over to stroke the silent Mary Lee's long, golden hair.
"It's been longer than you think, baby. Tomorrow is the big day," he replied, hoping to break the two girls out of their low mood.
"Tomorrow? You really mean tomorrow is the last day? The bandages are coming off?" Billie Lee's eyes were shining.
"The healing has taken a lot less time than usual, maybe because of the extra time I spent re-stitching during the operation," he replied.
"I'm going right out and buy you a new gown, honey!" Billie Lee told her sister.
"I've already got two for her and a hairdresser will be here in fifteen minutes," the doctor told them with a half-smile as he got up to leave.
"Doctor, honey, neither of us can ever, ever, thank you for what you've done," Billie told him shyly before he could get out the door.
"And I can't thank either one of you enough for bringing me out of my middle-age spell," he answered. "Do you know that I've even started hanging around subway gratings so that when girls' skirts blow up I can have a good look? Yesterday one blew up over a pantie-less snatch, and I came away with a hard-on! Do you know how great that is for a man my age? I'll always be grateful for you two...." He was cut off by the urgent paging of the P.A. system.
This time it was not an operation call; it was the Governor's Mansion.
"Ed? Yes, I'm here. What's the matter? Carlotta been at you with a butcher knife again?" he teased before clutching the telephone closer to his ear. "What? You've got 'em? Both of them? You've sure they're the same ones? Great! Just great! Listen, can you hold them overnight, then get them all cleaned up, shaved, dressed, and over here by 10:00 tomorrow morning? Charges? Hell, I don't want them charged, just hold them. I don't know about that You're the governor. Hell, if you have to, invite them to be your guests for the night, I don't have room for them."
So it was that Lay H. and Jed, after having been picked up by the police spent the night in the Governor's Mansion and the next morning found themselves being escorted by six motorcycle cops to the city hospital.
"I've gone to a lot of trouble to get you boys," the doctor drawled as they were led into his office.
"We'd just as soon you didn't, thank you, sir," Jed answered shortly. "Who are you anyway, and what do you want with us?"
"I don't want you, but I know two girls who do!"
"Billie Lee and Mary Lee?" Lay H. asked excitedly.
"For two people who didn't want to see us for three weeks, they went to a right smart lot of trouble to see us now," Jed grumbled.
"Bullshit, Jed!" the doctor replied. "Do you know why Billie Lee wouldn't let you come here? Because of me. An old man like me. Hell, I've never had a better compliment in my life!"
"What have you got to do with it?" Jed asked suspiciously.
"I'm the doctor that patched Mary Lee up. I've been sort of looking after them and making sure that they got the best this hospital has to offer."
"Why you doing that?" Jed asked, his temper rising.
"I reckon you already know that answer," the doctor told him quietly.
"Yessir, I reckon we both do," Lay H. broke in before Jed could open his mouth. "I'm right grateful for your help. Anybody that would go out of their way to help Mary Lee Bailey is a friend of mine." He stuck his big hand out for the doctor to shake. "Well?" he demanded, glaring at Jed for the first time in their friendship. "You want me to kick your ass, Jed?"
"And that's why Billie Lee didn't want you two coming around," the doctor added looking at Jed.
"I asked you if you wanted your ass kicked," Lay H. threatened again.
"I reckon we're both in your debt, doctor," Jed finally said, stretching out his hand.
"Nobody in my debt for any goddamned thing," the doctor snorted. "Now, you two, come on with me. Today is the big day and we're going to make it bigger by surprising the girls." He led them upstairs to the bedroom of the suite that Billie Lee shared with her sister. He had given prior instructions and everything was being set up for the final unwrapping in the next room.
"Now listen to me. They're in that next room, and as soon as I go in there, we're going to take off the bandages. I've got a screen set up just outside the door so you two can be behind it and not be seen. Keep your mouths shut and watch while I make sure everything is healed up all right. Last time I checked it looked good, but I don't want any mass disappointment if it didn't take completely this time, understand?"
"Yes sir," Lay H. assured him.
"Now, as soon as we know everthing is fine, then you two can come out. One thing, though," he added before leaving, "I get the first kiss!" He was out the door before Lay H. could open his mouth.
"Wheeee!" the doctor whistled as he walked into the other room. Mary Lee was sitting up in bed, facing the screen that covered the doorway. Her cotton candy hair was loose, hanging to her shoulder, lightly curled at the ends, brushing across her shoulders and falling down to the low decollete of the blue lace gown she wore. The golden hue of her skin had faded slightly during the weeks in the hospital, and it was the color of silk. The white of her breasts gleamed through the lace that barely concealed them. Their pink nipples added points of contrast as they pushed at the frail covering. The bandages lay loosely over her lower face, like the veil she had worn for so many years. Above them her eyes, large, light bhie, expectant, bore out in space, waiting.
"Ain't she a sight, doctor? I swear she's the prettiest thing I've ever laid eyes on!" Billie Lee said, smiling as the doctor used his hands to heft his cock into a more comfortable position.
"No prettier than you, Billie Lee, but I hope, now, just as pretty," he replied before taking a pair of surgical scissors from a table by the bed and snipping at the cords holding the bandages in place. The snipping was the only sound in the room and behind the screen, Jed and Lay H. held their breaths so as not to be heard. The last cords fell loose and the doctor gently began to unwrap the gauze.
"Beautiful! Best job I've ever done!" he whispered before standing to one side.
Lay H. and Jed peered through the screen to see an exact replica of Billie Lee sitting up, smiling before the doctor handed her a mirror. They waited while she examined the perfect cupid's bow of a mouth, pink and new, perfect in all respects.
"I said I'd get the first kiss!" the doctor said, smiling as he took the mirror away. Bending over he gently took the new lips under his own and pressed them with as much skill as his hands had used in creating them. Mary Lee closed her eyes and let the sensation of her first kiss travel from her lips, through her exploding nerve endings to every part of her body.
"Kissing is so wonderful," she whispered as the doctor's lips left hers.
"I get the next one," Lay H.'s husky voice boomed through the room, as he and Jed stepped from behind the screen.
"Jed!" Billie Lee screamed, rushing to the big driver as soon as her shocked legs could function again.
"Lay H.!" Mary Lee cried out, holding out her arms to the massive bulk that loomed over her.
Nobody noticed when the doctor went out the door, locking it behind him.
"Let me have one!" Jed demanded as soon as Lay H. and Mary Lee had ended their first kiss.
"And then me!" Billie Lee demanded, jumping up and down until her breasts bounced.
"Let's all go to bed!" Lay H. was the most practical one of them all as his balls turned into steel ovals with a molten core.
After they had all tried out Mary Lee's new lips, Lay H. lifted her from the bed and carried her into the big bedroom that lay behind the screen. The sheets on the double bed were turned down. On the table was a bottle of champagne and four glasses. The card beside it read, "Don't wait any longer." It was unsigned.
They didn't wait, Jed and Lay H. shucked their clothes and stood waiting while Billie Lee took her time with her brassiere. Finally Jed lost patience and. reached behind her to rip it free. Lay H. was more gentle with Mary Lee. He untied the silk ribbons holding her gown together and took it away, leaving her golden, pink and naked, lying back with her arms stretched out to him. His massive body had never seemed bigger, the heaving of his chest made its hair-covered planes rise and fall like mountains being shaken by an earthquake. His cock was so hard it was perpendicular to the floor, his balls gripped up tight in their sack giving his cock a stream-lined look. He hadn't had a piece of ass since the night before Mary Lee's operation.
Billie Lee ran her hands over the familiar muscle and sinew of Jed's rough body, breathing in his hot, masculine smell until her cunt burned with juice and her knees were shaking. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, she felt him lift her and put her in the bed next to her sister. Then he came down on top, his cock continuing to slide in when the rest of him has come to rest. Down, all the way down into her loving pussy, it went until he could go no further. When his hunching started it was joined by Lay H.'s as his tight assed hips shoved down. His thick cock slid slowly into Mary Lee's furry little cunny. It was tight and he had to add a little pressure but once the oils and juices from the two of them had mixed and mingled, the fit was perfect
"Lay H. kiss and fuck me, kiss and fuck me!" demanded the happy Mary Lee, her pink new lips reaching up, begging for his. Lay H.'s big hard mouth caught onto hers very gently while his dick pounded away very roughly. It was the perfect combination. Their tongues met each other for the first time and they were so engrossed in actually kissing, neither one of them realized how close they were to coming until orgasms were pounding through their bodies.
Come poured out in rivers, dribbling out of Mary Lee's cunt while spit dribbled out of her mouth. With her hips frantically hunching up to the meat of his penis, she forgot for a minute about her new lips and used her mouth to moan and cry. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lay H., please fuck!" until it was over and she lay kissing the giant on top of her over and over again.
"My turn!" Jed demanded after his dick stiffened up from the wringing out Billie Lee had given it.
Lay H. hesitated for a minute until Billie Lee called him over. "Lay H. come on over here, you belong to me, too, you know!" Then he went, grinning so wide he almost split his lips.
Before Lay H. could slide his dick into Billie Lee, Jed had his hairy balls plastered up against Mary Lee's ass from the strength of his first stab into her. Hungrily, their lips met and held, their tongues tasting each other and Lay H. at the same time. Titties burned into muscle and hair as hips arched up off the bed in frantic striving.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh," Billie Lee groaned out as Lay H's dick ripped into her again. His hairy groin ground into hers, rested there for a minute while he felt his own come bubbling away at the base of his shaft and then his hips came up for the final lunge. Down he went, his cock grinding against the walls of her vagina, bathing in her oils, mixing his come with her flesh.
"Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhh," came the identical cry from Mary Lee as she felt her cunt tighten up on Jed's dick and squeeze its furiously pounding length until she felt it quiver and shake with his come jetting out into her.
They lay in a panting mound of flesh. Body strewn across body, arms and legs twisted together.
"My turn!" Billie Lee's whisper cut through their heavy panting as she leaned over and kissed her sister gently on her new mouth.
Lay H. watched proudly before he said the nicest thing he could think of, "I declare, Honey, your mouth is as pretty as your cunt!"
