In our country today the problem of mental illness is receiving increasing attention and concern. Psychiatrists and laymen alike have often remarked that the borderline between sanity and madness is an arbitrary and a thin one. Cataclysmic events can frequently push a person toward insanity or normalcy.
In one famous case history a woman with a split personality eventually developed a third final and stable personality as a result of a remembered traumatic event. Conversely, during times of war, soldiers have often gone insane under heavy enemy fire.
ORGY FAMILY is the story of a free-wheeling family-Maria Crocker, a recent widow, and her three uninhibited daughters, Darlene, Jill and Elke-that unwittingly takes in a young drifter, little knowing that he not only is an escaped mental patient but also a sexual psychopath. At first, all goes well, for the boy seems to thrive under their attentions. Tension inevitably results, however, as the boy becomes more and more possessive, his deranged mind seeing the free-loving Crocker women as his own personal property. Something must give-and something eventually does, in an orgiastic night rife with sex and violence.
ORGY FAMILY- a work of fiction yes, but a story with a message for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Darlene Crocker started to slow down long before the tall and muscular young man held out his thumb to beg a ride. The mere sight of him made her cunt-lips start snapping like the jaws on a beaver trap. It had something to do with the way he carried himself. Like a predatory grizzly who knew he was king of the timber.
Had he been going in the opposite direction, she would have turned around to pick him up. She had two reasons, the first being that he might be interested in taking the job she had to offer. The other reason was a more primitive one--appeasement for the sudden itch in her pussy.
Darlene knew from past experience that hitchhikers usually made for good fucking and sucking. This one looked as if he hadn't had any ground rations in quite some time. Pussy-hunger was written all over his almost girlishly handsome face. A smirk twisted her small red mouth out of shape. Somewhere between here and her mother's ranch in the boonies she would erase the cunt-hunger scrawled on this thumber's face ... even if it took all day.
Darlene noted that the lightly clad hiker had no luggage as she braked her cream-colored van to a complete stop on the road shoulder, and called through the rolled-down window, "This is your lucky morning, dude. Hop in like you really want to ride with a woman."
The young man's smoke-gray eyes did an up and down number over Darlene as he climbed in beside her. Darlene felt her cunt start drooling behind the webbing of her panties as she waited for a deputy sheriffs patrol car to cruise past, then eased out onto the otherwise empty highway behind it. She knew what the tall and muscular hitchhiker was seeing: a short and stocky girl of twenty-one, black-haired and pretty, with tits hard and big as regulation footballs straining against the gray flannel shirt that covered them. The drifter inventoried everything she had. He had no problem doing it. The faded jeans she had on fit her like a second skin. She felt his hot eyes burn into her ass, hips, thighs and crotch. She nodded to herself. This big dude was more than hungry for a square meal of pussy-he was starved.
Darlene caught his eyes feeding on her big tits as she shot him a quick glance and asked, "Are you bumming around in search of a job?"
He kept staring at her gigantic boobs. "Not if the one you look like you're about to offer involves work."
"The ranch job I'm about to offer comes with excellent fringe benefits," Darlene told him. She laughed softly. "These big tits you keep sucking with your eyes are only two of them." Her voice trailed off for a moment, then came back strong. She went straight for the head of his cock. "Pussy, mouth and asshole from my mother, two sisters and myself are the other fringe benefits, Interested?"
The boy's eyes jumped from her tits to her face. "You don't look like you're out to lunch, so you must be putting me on, right? I mean about your mother and two sisters letting me put the prick to them. You are joking, aren't you?"
"I never joke this early in the day," Darlene said as she watched the county police car leave the main highway and disappear down a secondary side road. "I'm on my way home now. Come with me and find out for yourself about those fringe benefits, dude."
"Know something, lady? I'll do exactly that."
"Good. Now let's drop the lady shit. I'm Darlene Crocker."
"Albert Willow here. My friends call me Tiger." He grinned as he reached up and hugged her right tit. "Once I get my cock in your cunt, mouth and asshole, you'll find out why they call me Tiger."
Darlene shivered with delight as Tiger Willow's hand made her long nipples stiffen and punch against the bra and gray flannel shirt that covered them. He tweaked her nipple. Her cunt-lips tightened and she felt the webbing of her panties turn damp with juice. He pinched her nipple again and this time he gave her a mild but beautiful come. A moment later she did some grabbing of her own. Her right hand left the steering wheel and dropped between Tiger Willow's parted legs. Her delicate eyebrows arched in pleased surprise. Tiger's balls were huge, his cock long and fat and hard as granite. She wondered how much staying power he had. A smile curved her small red lips. There was only one sure way to find out. . .
"Take that big prick of yours out of your pants so I can play with it until we reach the Junction Truck Stop," Darlene said thickly. "Then you can go back to toying with my tits. Just don't unbutton my shirt. Getting arrested for driving with my tits bouncing in the sunshine is the last thing I need."
"Landing in the slammer doesn't appeal to me, either," Tiger said as he unzipped his fly and hauled out his magnificent cock. "Beating my meat or sexing it up with another male isn't my bag."
Darlene pushed Tiger's hand aside and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing and oozing prick. She pumped downward to expose his plump and mushroom-shaped cock-head, then said, "The way you're hung they should have called you Mule instead of Tiger." She jerked his cock a few times. "How big is this chubby son of a bitch?"
"Nine inches." He palmed her right tit again, kneaded it. "Think that small red mouth of yours will be able to handle it?"
"I'll find out in a few seconds," Darlene said as they reached the Junction Truck Stop. She drove onto the crowded parking lot and tucked the van between a cattle truck and a moving van, killed the engine. Then she shifted on the seat, gripped Tiger's cock with both hands and winked. "Time's up."
Air hissed between Tiger's teeth as Darlene yawned and sucked the tip of his fat cock into her mouth. She tongued and nursed on his leaking knob for a full minute, then removed it from between her dark-red lips and purred, "We're all set. It fits nice and tastes delicious. Now if you'll spread your legs a little so I can play with your big balls, I'd like to suck a big stream of jizz out of this beautiful dick."
Tiger nodded towards the rear of the van. "Take me back there and suck me off, Darlene. We can undress and nobody will see us."
"You just can't wait to see these big tits of mine, can you, Tiger?"
"That's no shit."
They locked both doors and scooted into the rear of the van. Tiger pushed five boxes loaded with groceries and other goodies to one side while Darlene shook a blanket out of its folds and spread it on the floor. Kneeling, they faced each other for a few silent seconds, and then Tiger wet his lips and said, "Show me your tits, Darlene."
Darlene shook her head. "Not until after I eat your cock. Not until after you fuck my mouth with your cock." She stretched out on her back and smiled at him over the trembling peaks of her boobs. "Climb aboard, Tiger. Sit down on those tits you're so hot to see and throw a nice juicy fuck to my mouth. Come on, lover."
Tiger's cock swayed and crashed against Darlene's cheek as he straddled her big jugs to fuck her in the mouth. Red lips yawned and formed into a perfect O as she watched him fist his dripping prick and swing it into position. He grinned down at her and rasped, "I've had a lot of blow-jobs, but this makes the first time I'm going to fuck someone in the mouth."
Darlene talked with her mouth ovaled. "Do it." Tiger shoved his prick between her stretched lips, then grabbed the back of her head as she clamped down on his meat, and started fucking away. He didn't try to choke her with his cock. Darlene didn't use her tongue. Nor did she suck on his boner. She simply kept her lips tight and let Tiger fuck her mouth as though it were a cunt. He pumped his prick, slowly at first, and then the pace picked up as her tight mouth got good to him.
Darlene's wide hips rocked with passion as his cock wormed in and out of her mouth, and momentarily her cunt creamed for the first time. She started shaking her way toward a bigger climax, but not by herself ...
"Ready or not," Tiger croaked as he jammed more of his cock into her mouth, "here I come!"
Darlene made a small humming sound as Tiger's cock-head slammed into her throat. She felt a twinge of discomfort and waited for the feeling to pass. It did. Then she went after the batch of prick-juice he was anxious to give her. The middle finger of her left hand hooked the base of his shaft, her right hand cupped and tightened over his hot and sweaty balls. Her mouth went berserk with motion. She sucked, gnawed and ran her tongue over his sensitive knob, and in a few seconds she heard his guts churning, a warning that he was on the verge of erupting with a thick and hopefully big load of fuck-cream.
Tiger was panting and twitching his ass all over her aching boobs as he came nearer and nearer to the moment of climax. Darlene felt a big come building up in her own cunt as she took Tiger all the way over the magic hump. Her finger tightened around the base of his slimy shaft, she hugged his nuts until he cried out in pain, and a moment later he came.
Gobs of hot jism ripped out of his prick, and for the next few seconds Darlene gulped and gulped to keep from losing one tiny drop of his succulent sperm. Tiger's cock continued to blast its load, pleasing Darlene no end as she swallowed every bit he fed her. She had never met anyone who could cream as much as Tiger was doing. So juicy. So damn damn deliriously juicy!
"Go, you sweet, hungry cock-sucker!" Tiger panted as his cock shot more fluid into her mouth. "Eat, baby, eat!"
The meal finally ended. Tiger started to back his softening prick out of Darlene's mouth. He never made it. She held him by the balls and worked him into another hard-on with her tongue, teeth and lips, and a few minutes later she sucked him into a second come that made him howl, "If it comes through my cock, don't swallow my asshole!"
Darlene devoured his cock-cream and juiced her own cunt at the same time. They finished spasming in a dead heat. She gave Tiger's wilting whang a final noisy suck, released her grip on his nuts, and permitted him to tug his meat out of her mouth.
"Damn!" Tiger said thickly as he rubbed the tip of his lipstick-smeared cock against her cheek. "Nobody ever made me come twice in a row like that! Never."
"If you don't get off my tits, I'll gobble up your prick and make you cut loose again," Darlene threatened Tiger. She turned her head quickly and kissed his beautiful cock-head. "Off, Tiger."
Tiger came up on his knees and swung clear of Darlene's body. He grinned as his undone pants sagged and said, "Should I take them off, or are you finished with my cock?"
"Finished, hell," Darlene hissed as she sat up and made her king-size tits bobble. "Tiger, I haven't even started doing all the good shit we're going to do together before I take you home to meet my mother and sisters. Undress and make yourself comfortable. It's going to be a long morning."
Tiger did a fast strip, then plopped his naked ass on the blanket and said, "Now you, Darlene. Save your fat tits for last."
Darlene's boobs jiggled provocatively as she tugged black walking boots and white sweat socks from her dainty feet. Then she loosened the zipper on her snug jeans and knelt as she pushed them down over her womanly hips to expose her white bikini panties. A giggle ripped past her lips as she saw Tiger's cock twitch against his thigh, and start to harden again. Momentarily she plopped on her ass and pulled her jeans all the way off. Then she stretched out on her back, arched her legs, lifted her ass from the blanket and slid the bikini panties past her hips. Invisible tongues of flame licked at the walls of her cunt as she sat up and sent her panties flying to the rear of the van. Fingers flew over the buttons of her gray flannel shirt and her bra-covered jugs bounced as she shrugged out of it.
"My aching balls," Tiger gasped as his eyes glued themselves to Darlene's long-nippled knockers, "I never saw tits that big! I hope those big beauties don't collapse when you take off your bra."
"They won't," Darlene promised as she unhooked the strapless bra and tumbled her tits into nakedness. "See?"
"To hell with looking," Tiger laughed as he scooted towards her, his again stiff cock leading the way. "Let me touch and taste those mind-bending boobs of yours."
Darlene dropped to her back, opened her legs. Tiger didn't climb between them. He attacked her trembling jugs with his lips, teeth and tongue, and momentarily her big ass was bouncing all over the blanketed floor, making the van rock in rhythm to the passion that embraced her melting cunt.
Her cunt bubbled and her juices flowed like liquid fire. The agony became unbearable. Every fiber of her being howled for relief. She pushed his hungry mouth away from her tingling tits and panted, "No more tit-sucking, Tiger. Kiss your way down to my pussy and stab it with your long tongue. That's where the cream's leaking out of me. Go, Tiger, go! Yes, yes, like that! Ah, your lips feel so wonderful on my stomach. Far-out, Tiger. Now... stick your tongue in my belly button. Oooh, does that ever tickle!" She patted the back of his head. "Take me the rest of the way, lover. Eat me up, baby!"
Tiger took a deep breath and shoved his flushed face between Darlene's yawning legs, then blew a stream of air at her wet cunt-lips and remarked, "It's a real jungle down here."
Darlene giggled. "Next time I'll shave my pussy for you."
"Don't bother. I don't mind going through a lot of brush to get to a picnic." He kissed her cunt-lips. "I hope you come a lot, Darlene."
"I'll give you all the cunt-juice you can handle."
"Mmmmmm."
Darlene said sharply, "Stop licking your chops, or I'm gonna lose control and cheat you out of a meal by juicing all over this fucking blanket."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Like hell I wouldn't. Start lapping, you beautiful son of a bitch. Now, now!"
Tiger went into action. His tongue parted the lips of Darlene's melting cunt and caressed the moist inner walls of her snatch.
"Now you're with it!" Darlene shrilled as her wide hips went wild with delight. "Go, Tiger, go! Lick me, suck me, bite me! Drain the come out of my aching cunt!"
Tiger needed no encouragement. His long tongue squirmed like a nervous snake, his taste buds came alive. He withdrew for a moment to savor Darlene's juices, then stiffened his tongue once more and bolted it deep within her snapping snatch.
Darlene grabbed the back of his skull and tried to draw his face closer. Her eyes glazed as she thrust her cunt hard against Tiger's working mouth, then coiled her legs around his neck and held him there. Tiger's tongue continued to snake in and out of her pussy, and with each delicious twist and suck she moved closer and closer to a jolting release. She moaned loudly and tightened her legs around his neck. A part of his face collided with her jutting clitoris, and tripped her trigger. She shrieked and hunched her hips with increased frenzy, then ground her thighs over Tiger's ears and bucked her way through the most explosive orgasm she'd had in a long, long time ...
"What's the verdict?" Tiger asked as he freed his head from the prison of Darlene's thighs and knelt between them. "Did you enjoy what I just did to your juicy cunt with my tongue?"
Darlene smiled dreamily. "I came, didn't I?"
"Like a fucking gusher." He lifted his hard prick and wagged it at her. "And speaking of gushers, have I got one for you."
"Shoot it in my cunt. Now, Tiger, fuck me!"
Tiger rammed his cock into her cunt and made her grunt.
"Hey, take it easy," Darlene hissed at him. "I don't dig pain."
"Sorry about that."
Agony passed into limbo as lust stormed in. Darlene coiled her arms and legs around Tiger, letting him know the firm pressure of her hot and naked jugs as she dug her fingernails into his back and nibbled at his neck with her milk white teeth.
Tiger pulled his cock out of her cunt, all the way to its knob, and then hunched forward again. This time there was no pain.
"Yes, Tiger, yes!" Darlene yelped. "Ram that big dick of yours in my box and fuck me right out of this world! Do it, Tiger! Fuck me hard, fuck me good!"
"I will, babe, I will."
Darlene gasped with delight as Tiger reached past her twisting hips and gripped her firm ass-cheeks in his big hands. He started pouring the prick to her, slowly at first, and then his thrusts became more frantic. She did not moan or flinch from the unexpected finger Tiger stuffed in her tight asshole as he fucked her. Hips churned faster and breath jumped out of her throat in ragged blasts as Tiger battered her cunt with his awesome cock and cried out that soon he was going to drop his load and scorch her guts with it.
"You aren't by yourself," Darlene said as she matched him lunge for lunge. "I'm damn near ready to go off myself. Let's make it a double explosion. Cream, baby, cream!"
Tiger tried.
Passion caused a feverish brightness to wash into Darlene's eyes as ecstasy came closer and closer.
"I'm almost ready to get my goddamned rocks off, Tiger," Darlene said through clenched teeth as she shifted her bouncing ass into overdrive. "Help me. Give me every glorious inch of your fat cock.
Make me come, you big son of a bitch, make me come!"
Tiger's prick kept sawing.
In and out, in and out.
Battering her tight and slimy cunt.
Bringing her nearer and nearer to the high peak of climax.
But not near enough.
Darlene pulled Tiger's, flushed and sweaty face towards her own and whispered torridly, "Kiss me, darling."
Tiger's mouth found hers and their parted lips locked in love's old embrace. His tongue drilled past her teeth and the tip of it hit her tonsils, while at the same time he speeded up the finger he had jammed in her asshole. Darlene shivered and her eyes became narrow slits of lust as she churned her hips and bucked against the long and squirming finger tucked up her asshole .. .
Tiger's delicious tongue made a popping sound as he jerked his mouth away from hers and croaked, "If you're going to come with me, you'd better hurry. I can't hold back much longer!"
Darlene's mouth collided with Tiger's once more, then slid away in search of his earlobe as hot knives of agony slashed at her guts. Pop. She was almost ready to pop. Close. So damn, damn close!
"Fuck! FUCK MEEEEE!!"
Darlene mashed her mouth against his again. Her hips jerked wildly and her tits turned pneumatic against Tiger's heaving chest as her lips parted to receive his tongue inside her mouth. Tiger drove his prick and his tongue all the way home, both at the same time, and a moment later Darlene screamed and gave a strange twist to her body as the volcano in her cunt erupted; she tightened her thighs, the lips of her pussy, and her stomach muscles quivered like mad as her lava flowed to mingle hotly with Tiger's ...
Reason returned. Slowly. Tiger lay heavily on top of Darlene, sweaty face pillowed against her big tits, his cock still in her cunt.
Finally, Darlene patted Tiger on the back of his head and said, "Break time, big dude."
Tiger lifted his face from her tits and withdrew his soft and cum-drenched prick from her soggy cunt. A complacent grin wreathed his almost girlishly beautiful face as he climbed out from between her relaxed legs, then asked, "You ready to take me out to the boonies to meet the rest of your family?"
More of Tiger Willow's thick prick-juice oozed out of Darlene's thoroughly fucked cunt as she sat up on the wrinkled blanket, nodded, then said, "You better believe it."
Tiger chuckled as he gathered and examined his faded pants and shirt, then sobered abruptly and said, "I wish to shit I had a better set of threads to meet your mother and sisters in, Darlene."
"Don't worry about the threads, babe," Darlene said as she struggled into her bra and covered her football-sized tits. "Clothes don't make the man around our house. We do."
Tiger laughed.
CHAPTER TWO
Yvette Yeager was half-Irish, half-Blackfoot, and all woman. Tall and willowy, with shoulder-length hair the color of a crow flying in the early morning sunlight, high solid tits and a firm shapely ass, it was easy to see why she attracted attention wherever she went. Like now as she entered the County Building and rode the escalator to the second floor where Sheriff Ben Luray had his office.
Two men she didn't know rode up behind her. Yvette knew they were looking her over. She could feel their eyes peeling her as though she were a ripe banana. Removing her jacket, blouse, skirt, half-bra and bikini panties, then putting their mental cocks to her tight asshole and equally tight cunt. The imaginary rape-job didn't bother her. She would start worrying when men stopped doing it to her.
The two men followed Yvette's wriggling ass down the antiseptic-smelling corridor. She reached the door she wanted and looked them over as they passed by. A smug smile curved her sensual red lips. She had given both of them stiff pricks. Imps of amusement danced in her dark eyes as she turned away.
Billy Lone Arrow was alone in the outer office when Yvette entered. The ancient turnkey showed her his toothless gums in a smile and said, "Your brother's expecting you, Mrs. Yeager." He jerked his head towards the frosted glass door. "Go right in. I'll see that nobody bothers Ben while you're here."
Yvette thanked Billy Lone Arrow and entered her brother's private office to find it empty. She waited until she heard the automatic door lock click into place, then turned towards the toilet and called softly, "Ben."
Her twin brother stepped out of the John, patting aftershave lotion on his cheeks. He grinned at her and said, "I wasn't expecting you for another ten or fifteen minutes, Sis."
Yvette's voice turned teasing as she shrugged out of her jacket and made her sharply pointed tits do a brief but tantalizing dance behind the boyishly cut blouse that covered them. "I can always leave and come back later."
"Over my dead body," Ben growled as he opened his arms. "I haven't had a taste or a good feel of you in two weeks, and that's too fucking long for this dog to do without. Come here." Yvette trilled a laugh and moved into his arms with all the assurance of a woman who had been there many times before, which was true. Ben's cock was the first one she had ever seen, touched, tasted and taken in her cunt and up her asshole. They had been thirteen years old at the time. They were twenty-eight now . .. and still good with and for each other.
"Two weeks without you is too long for me, too," Yvette purred as she rubbed her cunt over his hardening cock and mashed her tits against his chest. "But don't blame me for that. You're the one who got hot for a trip to the crap tables in Vegas, not me." She giggled suddenly. "I'm glad you didn't decide to make it three weeks. The old pussy beard is already hanging halfway to my knees."
"It won't be hanging when you leave here," Ben told her, his hands lifting to the front of her blouse. "All I have to do is get you undressed and then I can make like a mad barber."
Yvette stepped back, tits rising and falling, their long nipples jutting. "Let me do it."
Ben plopped his ass on the edge of his desk to watch her undress, then rasped, "Go."
Yvette winked and loosened the highest button on her blouse. Then the second. Her glance dropped to watch her squirming fingers. The third button. The fourth. The blouse gaped open, and momentarily the white nylon half-bra and the upper hemispheres of her quaking jugs gleamed like shimmering marble in the sunlight that flooded the room.
Ben Luray smacked his lips and said thickly, "No fucking doubt about it, babe, you've got 'em. Tits that won't quit. Big tits. Suckable tits. Take off the blouse." He waited until Yvette obeyed, then croaked, "Now shake those big tits of yours at me."
Yvette made her big boobs bounce. "Again, Sis."
Yvette made her boobs bounce harder. "One more time, Sis."
Yvette's tits almost jumped free of the half-bra that held them captive as she shook them at her brother again.
Ben chortled and rubbed sweating palms against the sides of his tailored pants. Then he left his perch on the edge of the desk, closed the narrow gap that lay between them and lifted his hands to Yvette's boobs. She stood frozen. Ben's fingers hooked into her half-bra, tugged downward. Straps broke and her tits quivered into nakedness.
Yvette shivered as her nipples came to full attention and panted, "All the way, love brother. It's an old bra."
Ben ripped the half-bra free of her body and stepped back. He parked his ass on the edge of the desk once more and said gratingly, "Strip the rest of the way, Sis."
Yvette was no amateur when it came to teasing. She knew all the tricks that put a man's nerves on edge, that made him blind to everything except whatever part of her body she chose at the moment to call to his attention.
"Here we go," Yvette said as she reached for the zipper on her skirt. "Start drooling."
"That's what my cock is doing, so why should I be any different?"
Yvette unlocked the zipper on her skirt and a wedge of her white bikini panties came into view. She pushed the skirt down past her hips and followed it down to where she could step clear of the material. Then she straightened and shook her tits at Ben again. He didn't look at her boobs. His eyes were on her crotch. Her own glance dropped. She laughed softly. The webbing of her panties were caught in the cleft of her cunt. She skinned out of them, then tossed the panties aside. There were no stockings to worry about. She didn't remove her needle-heeled shoes. She shook her hairy pussy at Ben and said throatily, "Now you, love brother. Get all the way naked and feed me your juicy prick."
Ben moved away from the cluttered desk and did a fast strip. Then he dropped to the rug and stretched out on his back, stiff cock jutting ceiling-ward. Yvette sank and stretched out beside him, on her belly. She came up on one elbow and stared at his big dick. Her hand reached for his cock. She ran her fingers through the crude halo of hair around the base of it, then dipped her head and sucked the slimy knob into her mouth. Ben shuddered.
Yvette's sucking mouth had an almost instantaneous effect on Ben's emotions. He started moaning as she took more of his juicy cock inside her mouth. Her lips tightened and teased his prick as she moved her fingers down to his balls and cupped them. She felt his excitement mount as she gobbled his dick and toyed with his nuts. She waited until his whang started to pound like a hammer against her teeth. Then she popped his cock out of her mouth and said breathlessly, "Don't cream yet, love brother. Let me enjoy myself a little before you feed me a nice thick load of cum."
"Enjoy," Ben replied through clenched teeth. "I know what you want to do next. Go ahead and suck my balls."
Yvette moved her face to the base of his spit-wet prick and slurped his right nut into her warm and hungry mouth. She sucked and licked at the big nut, simultaneously inhaling the tangy sweat and cock-juice odor that wafted upward. She loved to smell his crotch. So did her cunt. The animal fragrance produced a mild come . ..
"The other one, Sis. Suck my other nut a little."
She released her lip-hold on his right ball and sucked the left one into her mouth. Ben's ass began to bounce all over the rug. Pressure was building up inside his prick, and now he wanted her to blow him into a wild come.
"I don't want to shoot my load all over the ceiling," Ben croaked. "Take my dick back in your mouth and suck me off, Sis. Now, now!"
"Yes," Yvette purred as she moved away from his balls and licked her way up to his juicy cock-head, "now."
And then she yawned and dropped her mouth over his slippery and pounding prick again.
"Son of a bitch, that feels so good!" Ben blurted as Yvette tightened her lips around his cock and raked it with her teeth. "Don't stop! Take me all the way! Suck me, suck me, suck me all the way off!"
Yvette responded to the urgency in Ben's voice. She brought her lips, tongue and teeth into play, then shivered as Ben's hands found her head. She loved to have him run his fingers through her hair and talk to her while she nursed at his cock and toyed with his balls, or tickled his asshole while she worked to get his load of jizz in her mouth.
Ben knew what she wanted, and gave it to her. He worked his fingers through her hair and panted, "Eat my dick, you beautiful filthy cock-sucker, eat my dick. Suck me off and eat my cum. Blow, blow, blow! Yes, yes, like that. Right on, bitch! Drive me out of my fucking mind. Suck! The cum's building up in my cock. Keep working. It won't be long now! Soon . . . soon I'm going to blow my nuts and give you a nice heavy load of prick-juice. Suck, suck! Ahhhhhh ..."
Yvette closed her eyes and shuddered through a climax of her own as Ben's cock exploded in her mouth. She devoured his cock-cream and nothing had ever tasted so sweet. Nectar. Pure nectar.
"Eat, Sis, eat!"
Yvette made loud gulping sounds as she gobbled down the thick globs of delicious jizz his prick was squirting into her hungry mouth. She swallowed and kept swallowing until his balls stopped blasting. Then she lifted her head and permitted his dick to slip free of her lips, and said, "Judging by the load you just fed me, all you must have done in Vegas was shoot craps."
"While you stayed home and grew a cunt-beard."
"Right on, love brother."
"Why didn't you let Clint take care of the beard?"
Yvette sat up and made a sour face. "That old fart is too preoccupied with the Crocker girls' pussies to do anything about mine. I think he's had every one except Elke, and she's way overdue for a session with him. Not that I give a shit as long as I have your cock to fall back on."
"I'm ready if you are."
Yvette smiled at his again-hard cock, shook her head. "I want you to fuck me, but not until after you make me bald."
Ben chuckled. "Hang in there till I get the razor."
"Hurry."
Ben scrambled to his feet and scooted into the john. He reappeared in a few seconds with an orchid-colored, battery-powered travel razor. He sat down beside her on the floor and said, "Stretch out and let me get at that bushy cunt of yours, Sis."
Yvette flopped to her back and smiled at him over the peaks of her trembling tits.
Ben shifted to a kneeling position and pressed a button. The cordless razor came to life and made a buzzing sound. He grinned and said, "Sounds like a mad hornet."
"I'll mad-hornet your balls if you don't get with it," Yvette said with mock truculence. "Come on, stop teasing and start shaving the hairs from my hot cunt."
"Would you like to watch the operation?"
"You're fucking right I would."
Ben gathered up her scattered clothing and made a pillow out of them. He tucked the bundle under her head in such a manner that her shoulders were elevated to the point where she could watch as he dropped the droning razor to the thick patch of curly black hair between her scissored legs.
"Watch the clit," Yvette cautioned as he started shaving her hot and bothered cunt.
"I am."
Yvette laughed.
Hair vanished under the onslaught of the battery-powered mower and momentarily her cunt was showing. A few more passes with the razor and her twat was completely bald, like a little girl three years short of puberty.
She laughed again and said, "How about that-I have a pink pussy."
"And a clit to match."
The razor moved away from her tingling cunt. A shiver sliced through her system. "Finished?" she asked.
Ben buttoned the cordless razor into silence, nodded. "Finished. How does it look now?"
"Beautiful. And clean."
"I like clean cunts."
"I know. You always did. That's why I let you shave mine."
Ben smacked his lips. "It looks good enough to eat."
"I thought you wanted to fuck me."
"I'd rather eat you first."
"Be my guest."
Ben dropped the cordless razor and shifted position again. A moment later his head dropped to the bald target. His lips brushed against her jutting clit. Yvette felt more heat jump into her already blazing box. A moan tore past her slightly parted lips and her body twisted as though she were lying on a bed of nails.
"Ah, that feels so wonderful, love brother, but it will feel much better when you bury your tongue in this wet cunt of mine. Do it!"
Ben released his mouth grip on her jutting clit and kissed her slippery cunt. He parted the meaty pink lips by forcing his tongue straight in, until his mouth touched flesh.
Yvette started to cream and shrilled, "Ram me, darling, ram the shit out of my pussy!"
Ben's tongue dug deeper into her melting box, and Yvette gripped the back of his head to get it in deeper. Her tits bounced as she mashed her cunt against his face and locked her thighs around his back. Ben's tongue continued to writhe inside her snatch, and momentarily the small tumult turned into a full-scale riot within her loins. Breathing turned ragged as she ground her hips and rubbed her pussy hard against his working mouth, then held it there while she screamed and shuddered her way through a viciously beautiful come .. .
Finally Yvette's legs relaxed. She smiled dreamily and said huskily, "You can stop licking my cunt now, darling-you really made me come big."
Ben's tongue backed out of her pussy. He lifted his head from between her legs. Yvette looked at him and giggled. The lower half of his face was wet with juice. Her juice. He licked his lips and said, "Damn, when you get your gun, you don't mess around."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch."
"Who's bitching?"
Yvette waited until Ben wiped her twat-juice away with the back of his hand before she said, "You cleaned my cunt. Why don't you do the same thing to my tits while you fuck me?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Ben growled as he scrambled between her legs and rammed his dick into her cunt, all the way to the balls.
"Sweet son of a bitch!" Yvette hissed on the heel of a loud grunt. "I knew you were going to shove your cock into me like that. I'm glad you did, darling. I like it! Give me more. Suck my tits and fuck me, fuck me right out of my mind!"
Ben dropped his face to her tits and put the tongue to her tingling nipples while he slapped his prick to her milking cunt. He tongued the dark circles around her nipples, he licked between her jugs, and then he took the nearest nipple between his lips and nursed on it while he poured the cock to her tight pussy.
"Harder, fuck me harder!" Yvette panted as her ass lifted to meet his every thrust. "Give me every bit of that beautiful whang of yours. Balls and all if you can. Ah, ah, ah, that feels so good! Oh, something nice is happening inside my guts. I feel so creamy!"
Ben stopped sucking her tits and shifted his prick into high gear. He slammed his balls against her soggy cunt-lips and rasped, "I'm almost there myself, Sis."
"Let it fly!" Yvette shrilled. "Burn my guts with your cum! I'm blowing my pussy! Blow with me, darling! Give me your cock-juice! Ah, yes, like that! So hot! So fucking hot!"
Ben finished blowing his nuts and slowly snaked his wilting prick out of Yvette's jizz filled cunt. Eyes remained glazed, chest heaved and his voice came labored as he grinned down at his sister and said, "I hope to fuck you satisfied, because I sure as shit can't do another number on that bald little snatch of yours. Not on any hole. Not today. I've had it."
Yvette squirmed out from under her twin brother and sat up with a tinkling laugh. "I'll save wear and tear on my asshole until another time, love brother." She stood up and grimaced as she felt Ben's jizz gush out of her cunt to stain her inner thighs and splash against the thick rug. "I'm satisfied for now. More than satisfied. You fucked me good. Gracias."
"Welcome."
Yvette made another face as more of Ben's cock-juice ran out of her pussy, then said, "I'd better wipe up before I ruin this beautiful rug of yours."
"You know where the tissue is."
Yvette reached for the box of Kleenex on the corner of Ben's cluttered desk. Her hand paused in midreach as the full front and profile picture on a wanted poster attracted her attention. She picked up the flyer and stared at it, eyes large with surprise, and then she muttered, "Now isn't this a mother-fucker."
Ben's flaccid cock swung from side to side as he came up beside her and said, "What, Sis?"
"This wanted circular."
"I'm familiar with it."
"How familiar?"
"The punk's name is George Zack," Ben recited as he took the flyer from her. He didn't bother to look at it. "Six feet tall, two hundred pounds, age eighteen. Emotional basket case. Got his ass put away a couple of years back for killing some broad who wouldn't put out for him. At the moment he's an escapee from the state mental institution in Utah."
Yvette's delicate eyebrows arched. "He's a nut?"
Ben nodded solemnly as he watched Yvette apply a handful of Kleenex to her bald cunt. "A dangerous sexual psychopath, according to his hot sheet. Why the interest in this George Zack?"
"Because I saw the son of a bitch this morning," Yvette replied as she finished wiping her pussy. "Right here in Timber City."
Ben blinked. "Are you sure, Sis?"
"I'm positive," Yvette said grimly as she retrieved her panties and stepped into them. "The kinky bastard bummed me for the price of a breakfast right in front of Pedro Conejo's television repair shop."
CHAPTER THREE
Strong fingers prowling through the dark and tangled underbrush that covered her cunt, and the rock-hard prick punching between her ass-cheeks did not belong in the dream the naked woman was having. A moment later she discovered why they did not belong. Because the moving fingers and the insistent prick were real.
Maria Crocker awakened to the touch of a caressing hand on her hairy pussy, and the wet pressure of a plump cock-head trying to force its way in her tight little asshole. For a few sleep-confused seconds the hot-natured brunette thought the probing prick belonged to her husband. Then she recalled that Frank had died two weeks ago, leaving one side of the bed empty, but not for long ... Maria grunted and came fully awake as the cock was shoved all the way up her tight asshole, and now she remembered that the man behind the huge prick that filled her shitter was Stuart Morgan.
The rugged and presently unemployed professional hunting guide had been with her since early last night. After two weeks of doing without sex, she had been ready for any man. She had lucked out by getting Stuart Morgan. He was an expert cocksman. They had played every game they could think of. Stu had fed his prick to her mouth and cunt and asshole. He had screwed her between the tits, given her a hair fucking, and later they had licked and sucked each other to sleep.
Now Stu was in and hot to fuck her ass again. It seemed to be his favorite game. Maria liked to play them all, no holes barred. Any form of sex made her come like mad. She even creamed her cunt whenever she sucked a stiff and juicy cock, or took one between her tits, for she was and always had been an extremely passionate woman. Two husbands had deserted her for being oversexed. Number three had lasted six wonderful months before a heart attack turned her into a widow . . .
Stuart Morgan cut into her thoughts by rasping, "Damn it, Maria, I can't seem to do a very good fuck number on your tight little asshole from this position. Let's do it the regular way."
Maria rested on her hip until Stu's hot balls banged into her ass-cheeks. Then she came alive with motion. She held his hand tight against her hairy cunt and shifted smoothly to an all-fours position on the bed, bringing Stu with her, his hard and throbbing cock still buried in her suddenly tingling asshole.
No more words were spoken. Stu stopped feeling her now moistening cunt and grabbed her full and long-nippled tits. He jerked his prick nearly all the way out of her asshole, then proceeded to ram it in and out of her butt with piston-like precision.
Maria moaned as his cock got good to her and now her hips started to rock with passion. She thrust back hard against the prick sawing in and out of her asshole, and shuddered in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Stu trapped her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and applied friction to them.
"Give my nipples a good' workout!" Maria shrilled as she wriggled and bucked against the long fat cock that filled her asshole. "Tweak my tits, fuck my ass and give me a big, juicy come! Go, Stu, go!"
Stu went. He milked her tits and pumped his prick to her ass, and in a few seconds Maria felt his tool twitch and threaten to explode with a load of cream. This she didn't want. Not yet. She stopped grinding at the dick in her butt hole and panted, "Don't come until I come, lover. Make me blow with you. You know how. Do it!"
Maria made loud animal sounds as Stu's hands left her aching nipples and clutched her bushy cunt. Fingers from both hands slipped between and parted the soggy lips of her pussy, while the thumb of his right hand found and twanged her stiff pink clit as though it were a guitar string.
She bucked back to take the entire length of his prick in her ass the instant he hit her clit with his thumb, and a whisper later she shivered and creamed her cunt for the first time.
"Again, lover!" she cried as she tightened her asshole around his driving cock. "Make me come again, again, again!"
Stu's prick turned into a battering ram as more juice gushed out of Maria's cunt. The big spasm was yet to come. This was the one she wanted now, and this was why she suddenly shifted her hips into high gear and shrieked, "Fuck me harder, faster, you long-dicked darling! Ream the shit out of me and make me come like crazy! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE!!"
"Come, Maria!" Stu hissed through clenched teeth as he locked his prick deep in Maria's asshole. "I can't hold back much longer! I can't hold back at all! I'm coming! Coming! Ahhhhh!"
Maria dug her fingernails into the wrinkled bedsheet and bucked to get a mind-bending come of her own. She made it. So did Stu. They exploded at the same time. Maria closed her eyes and whimpered as hot, thick jizz gushed out of his palpitating prick and scorched her bowels.
"So hot, so good!" she said as her own pussy fluid drenched Stu's fingers. "It's the best ass-fucking I've had in a long, long time."
"Same here," Stu replied raggedly as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her asshole and flopped to his back beside her. He grinned loosely. "I thought my damn balls were going to break out of their sac when I shot my wad this time." A note of admiration crept into his voice. "The way you milk a dick with that snapping asshole of yours is far-out, Maria."
"I can milk a cock with any hole I've got," Maria laughed as she pressed her long-nippled jugs into his chest and kissed him on the lips. "Relax and let me refresh your memory."
Stu moved his mouth away from hers and grinned. "Refresh."
Maria nipped at Stu's left earlobe with her small white teeth. Then she licked his cheek, throat and shoulders. She moved her tits away and sucked at his small and dark-ringed male nipples. Stu stiffened and made a whimpering sound as her tongue licked its way downward, then paused to gouge and tickle his pouting navel. She reached down and found his big prick hard and ready for softening again. Sensual red lips curved in a smile as she palmed and lifted Stu's egg-sized balls, then dipped her head and sucked them into her yawning mouth. Her free hand clutched and proceeded to pump Stu's prick as she nursed on his balls, sliding back the hood to expose his huge and polished cock-head, a finger touching the underside of the dome and finding moisture there. He was ready. More than ready to have her blow him.
Maria liberated his slippery nuts from the prison of her mouth, then pressed her lips into the dark forest of hair at the base of his fuck-pole. Her tongue dug in and started climbing towards the dome of his heavily veined prick, and reached its goal a few maddening seconds later.
"Do something before I go out of my fucking mind," Stu croaked. "Come on, Maria. Suck me off, suck me off!"
Maria's lips stretched and formed into a perfect oval as she hooked a slender finger around the base of his cock and swayed it into position. Ovaled red lips hovered over the pink cock-head for the space of two or three heartbeats, then descended and sucked the glistening knob into her mouth.
"Ah," Stu said, nothing more.
Maria's hands slipped past Stu's twitching hips and gripped his hot and sweaty ass-cheeks. She crammed the middle finger of her right hand in his puckered asshole as she dropped her head downward and took more of his hard cock in her hungry mouth.
"Good girl," Stu panted, the words bouncing out of his throat in jerks. "Take. .. every bit.. . of my cock . .. in . . . your mouth ... and suck ... and gnaw . . . the . . . come . .. out of it!"
The more Maria took of his cock, the fatter it seemed to get, and now she stretched her lips and wondered if she could get every inch of his meat inside her mouth, and down into her throat. She tried. She craned her neck and pushed her head down towards the base of his prick. A whisper later her nose made contact with his damp and tangled cock hair.
"My God!" Stu said irreverently. "You did it! You have every inch of my prick inside your mouth!"
Something akin to an electrical shock jolted Maria's twat as she felt Stu's cock beating against the inner walls of her throat, and a clock tick later she moaned around the meat that filled her mouth and creamed her cunt. The fluid leaking out of her pussy singed her inner thighs. She shivered and nearly came a second time. It didn't happen. Her pussy-jaws snapped, relaxed. Maria sighed inwardly and went to work on the big and throbbing cock that filled her mouth and throat.
Stu pressed his hands against the back of her skull and hissed, "Work me, Maria. Tighten those sweet red lips of yours around my shaft and milk the juice out of it. My cum's waiting for you, angel. Go get it. Now, Maria, now!"
Maria went after his jizz like a hungry vulture. Lips tensed, teeth raked. Her hands kneaded his ass-cheeks, her finger squirmed inside his tight asshole, and all the while her mouth worked to free and devour the thick hot cream inside his jerking prick.
"You won't get me off by holding my dick in your throat," Stu said thickly. "Back off and do your yo-yo number on it. You know what I mean. Up, down. Down, up. Tongue, teeth and lips all working on my root at the same time. Do it, Maria. Yo-yo me!"
Maria responded. She waited until Stu released his grip on the back of her head. Then, lazily her head lifted and she lowered her eyes to watch his saliva-drenched prick slither clear of her mouth. She kept releasing it until only the knob remained between her clutching lips. She gripped the slimy shaft and popped the knob out of her mouth. Air hissed out of her lungs, and then her tongue flicked towards the spade-shaped cock-head, and proceed-ed to lick it as though it were a fast-melting Popsicle.
The tip of her tongue dug into the tiny aperture on the underside of the knob and carried the moisture it found there inside her mouth. She licked and polished his cock-head for a full minute. Then she took it back inside her mouth once more and went after his load of cum in earnest. Lips, teeth and tongue came alive with action as her head bobbed up and down over Stu's rigid rod.
Stu's body went berserk under the onslaught of her sucking and gnawing and licking. He gripped the back of Maria's head again as pleasure rocked his guts, then groaned as she crooked the finger she had in his asshole, and a moment later he shrieked, "I'm cooommiiinngg!"
Maria closed her eyes as Stu's cock-juice broke free and flooded her mouth to the point of overflowing, and for the next few tantalizing seconds she was preoccupied with the pleasant task of swallowing, swallowing, swallowing ...
Stu's prick stopped squirting its salty-sweet sperm and Maria heard a loud contented sigh leak out of him. She devoured every drop of his cock-cream and wished he would give her more. Prick-juice was delicious; she never seemed to get enough of it from any one man.
Her lips remained tight around his softening shaft. She wanted him hard again before he took his cock out of her mouth. She sucked on his wilting meat and presently she felt it stretch and stiffen inside her mouth once more. Then she released her lip-hold on it, smiled at Stu and purred, "Now I want you to massage my cunt with that big fat whang of yours, big stud."
"Can't I take a little breather first?"
"Fuck now, breathe later," Maria panted as she stretched out on her back and scissored her long and tapered legs in open invitation. "Climb into the saddle and ride me to a hot and wild come, lover. Hurry, Stu Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Stu's rock-hard prick landed on her stomach like a freshly caught mountain trout as he moved into position between her yawning legs and dipped his sweaty head to kiss the pulse at the base of her slender white column of throat. His large hands slithered past her marble hips and gripped her dimpled butt while he kissed and licked her throat. Maria made a small whimpering noise and silently wished he would hurry up and feed his prick to her hungry cunt.
Stu's hard cock throbbing against her imperceptibly rounded stomach and his tongue on her throat made Maria's body rock with a strange passion that bordered on pain. And when his mouth moved to her tits, she damned near went out of her mind. Her naked flesh twisted over the silk bedsheet with a furious swishing sound as the hot wind of passion howled through her cunt. She couldn't take it any more. She wanted his prick in her pussy. She went after it with both hands.
Maria took Stu's dripping cock in her hands and rubbed the glistening pink knob all over her bushy twat. She nuzzled the tip of his awesome prick against her jutting clit, and then she crammed it between the tight, wet lips of her box and moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Stu shoved his cock in her hole all the way to the balls in one savage thrust. Maria grunted, then gripped his ass-cheeks with both hands and started fucking like a lust-crazed mink.
Stu stopped sucking her tits and croaked, "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
Maria fucked .. .
She rocked and arched her snapping cunt towards his sawing prick like a fish breaking water. Then she lifted her mouth to his and sucked his tongue into her mouth. She chewed on his tongue and kneaded his ass-cheeks with her slender, red-tipped fingers, and once she made him grunt the pain he felt into her mouth.
They kept slamming into each other as each racing moment brought them closer and closer to the steep edge of climax. Stu's swollen prick throbbed as it wormed in and almost out of her cunt like a snake uncertain of its destination. Maria sensed that he was on the brink of release. So was she. It was time to trip his trigger so his hot juices could mingle with hers. She shoved a finger in his asshole and hoped it would blow his nuts. Nothing happened.
Stu grunted as her finger dug into his asshole, then came up on his elbows and quickly rammed his cock balls deep in her cunt to get even for the pain her twisting finger was producing in his tight asshole.
Maria laughed wildly and crooked her finger inside his shitter, then hissed, "You can't hurt me with that big fat cock of yours, lover. This wild mare can be ridden to hell and gone, but no man will ever stay aboard long enough to break her-so fuck, Stu, fuck!"
"Yes, Maria, fuck," Stu panted as he poured the prick to her tight and simmering cunt. "Until I come ... like this!"
Maria tensed and climaxed the instant she felt his hot jizz blast into her guts. The room spun out of focus, and suddenly nothing was real except the cock that was firing big gobs of boiling sperm all over the walls of her erupting cunt...
By the time the room came into focus once more, Stu Morgan's magnificent cock was out of Maria's thoroughly fucked pussy, and he was seated on the edge of the rumpled and sweat-stained bed, big hands quaking a little as he lit a pair of cigarettes to life and tucked one between her ripe red lips. He took a deep drag and blew smoke towards the high ceiling. Then he gave her a twisted grin and said thickly, "This isn't a put-down Maria, but I'm glad I don't get near you more than once a month. Jill I can handle, but you're something else. A steady meal of you for a week and I'd wind up in the same cemetery as your late husband."
Maria licked her lips as her eyes swept over him. "You don't look like a man with a heart problem, Stu."
Stu took another drag on his cigarette. "I've got a strong heart, doll. So did Frank Webster until he tried to take on you and your three equally insatiable daughters."
Maria sat up with a laugh that rocked her tits. "At least he died with a smile on his face."
"Maybe it was a grimace."
"Nope, it was definitely a smile."
"Well, I'm not ready to meet my maker yet," Stu said as he stood up and started dressing, then paused to ditch his cigarette. "If my mental calendar's working right, Jill got off the rag yesterday, which means she'll be hot after my body again. And after making it with you, I need a rest, so it's time for this young stud to split."
Maria snubbed her cigarette in a nearby ashtray and cocked a questioning eyebrow at him. "You're going on another bender?"
Stu struggled into his Jockey shorts and covered his lipstick-smeared balls and cock. He nodded. "My last one before the hunting season starts, doll. Between hangovers I'll visit my sister and her family. Would you like to come with me?"
Maria hopped out of bed like a frisky baby rabbit, long-nippled tits bouncing provocatively. "There's only one way this woman likes to come with you or any man, my young, juicy-cocked friend, and that one way is through my cunt."
Stu looked at her and shook his head. "If you're trying to make my dick get stiff with words, forget it. I'm all fucked out, and I do mean all, doll."
Maria sighed and made her boobs tremble. "Well, you can't blame a girl for trying."
Stu grinned as he slipped into his sand-colored Levi's and zipped his fly. Then he locked glances with her and said, "Hot-assed as you and the girls are, Maria, why the fuck don't you sell this outfit and move to Twin Falls, Boise, or even Timber City?"
Maria tossed Stu his shirt, shook her head. "The kids and I like to sex it up, but we also enjoy the privacy we get living out here in these boondocks. We have all the jet-age conveniences. As for men, I can afford to hire a few. The girls went to town yesterday for that very purpose. They should be on their way home by now."
"Thanks for the friendly warning," Stu Morgan drawled as he shrugged into his Levi's jacket, then trapped Maria in his powerful arms and rubbed the crotch of his tight denims over her hairy and naked cunt. "To insure my survival, I think I'll mount my trusty Jeep and take the old and rough back road into Timber City."
Maria felt her cunt heat up and start juicing again as she locked glances with Stu and asked curiously, "Did you know my three daughters were in town when you came here last night?"
"You can bet your douche bag I knew they weren't home," Stu Morgan chuckled. "I wouldn't have dropped by otherwise."
"Why not, lover? No guts?"
"Guts has nothing to do with it, you sexy bitch. I'm only twenty-five years old, which is by way of saying that I'm too damn young to die."
Maria laughed.
"If the pickup I hear coming up the canyon road contains Jill and baby Elke, with Darlene rolling up behind them in that van of yours, I might not even be around to see the next sunrise," Stu Morgan said as he treated Maria to a mock salute. "Adios, be seein' ya, and all that crap, hot-mama Crocker."
Maria couldn't stop laughing as she crossed over to the bedroom window and watched Stu Morgan scramble into his Jeep and take off towards the town of Timber City like a scalded cat.
CHAPTER FOUR
Naked tits with jutting nipples danced provocatively and cunt hair glistened in the late-morning sunlight as Maria stepped out on the railed front porch, and watched her nineteen-year-old daughter Jill climb out of their battered and dusty pickup with a generous display of thighs. The long-legged redhead with jade-green eyes and curves that wouldn't quite was alone. A frown wrinkled Maria's brow as she left the long porch and squinted into the distance. No van containing her other two girls showed on the canyon road.
"What in the fuck happened to Elke and Darlene?" Maria asked as she walked up to Jill, eyes drinking in her daughter's beauty, at the same time noting her slightly disheveled appearance. Jill's short skirt was practically on backwards; her boyishly cut white blouse was torn in a couple of places. Skirt and blouse both bore traces of grass stains. Maria could detect no bra. Jill's exquisite tits surged, nipples showing plainly against the white material. Maria also guessed she wore no panties. "Don't tell me those two decided to spend a few extra days in that asshole town."
"You never fail to worry if we three girls don't all come home together, do you?" Jill said affectionately, her eyes doing some prowling of their own over her mother's delectable and naked body. "Well, you can stop biting your nails. Baby Elke will be home shortly. I dropped her off at the Yeager place." She laughed softly. "With Clint Yeager's wife in town, Elke thinks she might be able to get Clint to lower the price on that bull he has up for sale."
"The only thing Clint Yeager will lower will be Elke's little bikini panties, and we both know it," Maria said, eyes twinkling with amusement. "That raunchy prick has been hot to trot with your baby sister for a long time. She's the only one of us he hasn't fed or used his cock on, and with Yvette in town-"
"Relax, sugar tits," Jill interrupted. "Clint doesn't get dangerous until after the blood bank closes. Besides, pain isn't his bag. Elke will come home with nothing more than a few teeth marks on her hot little body. Shit, you should know by now I wouldn't let baby sister out of my sight if I thought there was even a slight chance of her getting hurt in any way. I love that little nut."
"I know you do, Jill. It's just that I worry a lot where you kids are concerned."
"You can say that again."
"Do you have any idea when Darlene will get home?"
Jill exhaled loudly and made her tits tremble. "I have a feeling it won't be until sometime this afternoon."
"What makes you think so?"
"Her van was parked in front of the Junction Truck Stop."
"So?"
"Darlene stopped there for a meal, but not in the restaurant. Big sister scored, and judging by the way that van was rocking when Elke and I circled it a few times, she was getting one hell of a big lube job from someone."
"Don't tell me she picked up another hitch-hiker."
Jill's tits bounced as she shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine, Mother."
Maria stopped watching Jill's tits jiggle and locked glances with her. "You didn't check to see who was in the van with Darlene?"
"I don't believe in disturbing the piece."
"You came pretty fucking close to doing it here," Maria said when she stopped laughing. "A few minutes earlier and you would have scared Stu Morgan's long cock right out of my cunt."
"I thought I saw that sneaky brush rabbit's Jeep ripping out on the back road when I drove up. Did he spend the night with you, or did he just pop in for a quickie?"
"All night. I know how you feel about Stu, so I hope you don't mind my shacking up with him."
"Why the fuck should I mind? You're the one who keeps telling us that the family that lays together stays together."
Maria threw back her head and laughed. "By the way, what the hell happened to you? You look like the victim of a mugging."
Jill made a face. "If you think I look bad now, you should have seen me before I dropped Elke off at the Yeager place. My bra and panties were so shredded I had to get rid of the damn things."
Maria's delicate eyebrows arched and formed into a pair of question marks. "What the fuck happened? Were you raped?"
Jill shook her head. "I surrendered before it came to that."
"Didn't baby sister come to your aid?"
"Elke couldn't. She was too busy with ripping off my bra and panties to get at my tits and cunt with her hungry little mouth."
"What in the fucking hell turned her on like that?" Maria asked as they loaded their arms with sacks of groceries and carried them into the barn-sized kitchen.
"Darlene getting plowed inside the van by whomever, probably," Jill replied as she produced a bottle of orange vodka from one of the paper bags and broke the seal on it. She filled two shell glasses, nudged one into Maria's hand, then filled her in on the juicy details as they went into the huge living room and sat down on the sofa. "You know how Elke likes to watch men use their cocks on us. A real peeper, that child. Well, she didn't actually see what was going on inside the van, but the minute we drove away from the truck stop, baby sister started coming at me with both hands. Next thing I knew I was driving all over the damn road. The things that doll can do to a pair of tits with her hands is unbelievable." She shivered. "I opened up my cunt and popped twice before she got to my tits with her mouth and teeth."
"I know the feeling," Maria said, feeling her cunt come alive with passion as she listened to Jill recite her story. "Getting or giving a tit-sucking makes me come like crazy. Tell me more."
"I'll try not to skip anything," Jill giggled as she lowered her glass to the card table in front of the sofa, then cupped Maria's big tits and treated each jutting nipple to a quick and noisy suck before she started talking again. "I damn near lost complete control of the old pickup a few times after Elke hauled out my tits so she could get at them with her mouth. It's almost impossible to see where you're going when you're coming."
Maria pushed her boobs harder against Jill's kneading hands as she laughed. "That's no shit. Go on, darling."
Jill licked her lips. "Baby sister sucked me into another juicy come before we reached the picnic area pull off at Trout Creek. By the time we landed on a bed of moss behind some bushes, Elke had my skirt off and my panties ripped to shreds. Then she hit my clit and cunt with her tongue and ate the living hell out of me. That insatiable little pixie turned me every way but loose. She chewed my clit, sucked my pussy, licked my asshole, and then she lapped my snatch again. I must have creamed a dozen times before she finished. It was beautiful. I knew it would be. Elke had a good teacher. We all did." Her voice turned suddenly sly. "Didn't we, Mommy?"
"Mommy?" Maria's eyes twinkled with amusement. "The only time you call me Mommy is when you want some sex from me, and not the other way around. Turned yourself on with that recital, didn't you?"
"Not all the way," Jill purred as she stopped fondling Maria's tits and dropped her hands to her lap. "It didn't give me a come. Talking about sex never does. I need action. I need some of your action, Mommy."
"You've got it, darling," Maria said throatily as she unbuttoned Jill's blouse and tumbled her full tits into nakedness. She quickly kissed and sucked the coral-pink nipples into full erection, then helped Jill all the way out of the blouse before she continued. "We've both had our cunts lapped today so I won't go that route with you again. And since I wouldn't mind joining you in a beautiful come, using a dildo or a finger on your hot little box is out, so what say we rub clits?"
"Yes, let's," Jill rasped as she slipped from the sofa to the floor and pulled Maria down beside her.
Maria's fingers quaked slightly as she loosened the zipper on Jill's skirt and yanked it clear of her body. Blood pounded against her temples as she watched Jill's long legs drift apart to expose the pouting wet lips of her copper-haired cunt. A juicy wench, this one. All her girls were free-flowing. Just like their mother ...
Jill smiled dreamily at her mother and said, "I'm ready, Mommy. Do it."
Maria licked at the sweat that beaded her upper lip and crawled between Jill's scissored legs. Her tits swung freely as she gripped Jill's ass-cheeks and rubbed her cunt-lips over her pussy fur. A loud moan ripped past Jill's slightly parted lips as Maria's elongated clit jolted hers and sent a violent shock tremor of delight coursing through her entire vibrant system.
"Ah," Jill hissed passionately, "rock my boat like that one more time and I'll come all over the floor. Cripes, hitting me like that is like shoving a live electric wire up my asshole!"
Maria made a happy gargling sound and shifted her clit to the mouth of Jill's cunt. Her clit was as long as a poodle's prick. She rammed it between the lips of Jill's hairy pussy arid brought a mild grunt ripping out of her. She looked down into Jill's eyes and asked, "Did I hurt you, darling?"
Jill rolled her head from side to side. Passion made her voice come shrill. "The pain was sweet, Mommy. I love it when you ram your hard little girl's peter in my cunt like that. Do it some more, Mommy. Fuck me hard, fuck me good with your little pink prick."
"Yes, baby, yes," Maria panted as she found Jill's tight little asshole and filled it with a stiff finger. "I'll fuck you good with my little pink cock."
Jill gritted her even milk-white teeth against the sudden twinge of pain that always came when someone fed a finger to her asshole with one vicious thrust, but a heartbeat later the agony faded and now her teeth unclenched as the balm of pleasure began to soothe. She jerked her hips at the clit that filled her snatch and hissed, "Fuck me, Mommy, fuck me!"
Maria responded to the urgency in Jill's voice. She brought her clit alive with motion, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Cunts bumped and sucked at each other as Jill met her thrust for thrust, moving her marble hips in the same grinding manner she always used on the men who fucked her.
"That's my darling," Maria gasped as she worked her finger in and out of Jill's asshole. "Shake that sweet little butt. Fuck like the little mink you are. Fuck, baby, fuck!"
Jill needed no encouragement. In the game of lust she never did. Her arms coiled around Maria's neck, legs circled her pumping butt, and now they were entwined like a pair of wrestlers in a violent death struggle. Jill's hungry open mouth searched for her mother's, found it. Their naked tits crushed together. Maria's tongue darted past Jill's teeth and Jill started sucking on it. Mouth worked in rhythm to her rotating hips for an eternity of seconds. Then Jill twisted her head to one side and panted, "I'm almost ready to blow my pussy, Mommy. A few more lunges with that hard little prick of yours, should do the job. Make me come! Ride me, Mommy, ride me! Yes, yes, like that! Oooh, Mommy, Mommy, my cunt's on fire! Fuck me into a beautiful, juicy come!"
Maria fucked her daughter's cunt. Violently.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Jill tightened her slender legs around Maria's pumping ass and shrilled, "You did it to me, Mommy. I'm coming! COOMMIINNGGG!!"
"You aren't by your lonesome!" Maria said harshly as she locked her clit in Jill's snapping cunt and held it there. "So am I! Cream, baby, cream your pussy all over me!"
They climaxed together. Noisily. Savagely. Until they shuddered to a standstill.
Jill's arms and legs relaxed, dropped to rest on the floor. Her green eyes stopped floating in their sockets, but distance continued to edge her voice as she purred, "That was one hell of a beautiful come, Mommy. Thank you for fucking me. Thank you very, very much for fucking me with your hard little girl-cock."
"You're more than welcome, darling," Maria said as she sat back on her heels and took a deep breath that rocked her heavy tits. "Only don't expect me to climb into the saddle again. Not right away. I could use a bit of rest after that wild ride, just in case the jock Darlene's going to bring home with her turns out to have an extra-strong appetite for a variety of ground rations."
Jill yawned. "A nap wouldn't hurt me, either."
Maria stretched out beside her beautiful flame-haired daughter, then rolled over on her side to face Jill. Their big tits blended together as their mouths met in a tender kiss, and a minute or so later they were asleep in each other's arms.
CHAPTER FIVE
Clint Yeager's weather beaten face split in a wide grin when Elke Crocker entered the manure-and piss-polluted barn where he was overhauling his fairly new tractor. The miniature honey blonde with dark chocolate eyes, small Cupid's-bow mouth, and tits almost too big for her dainty body waited for the fifty-year old man's tongue to unroll like a carpet and hit the shit-splattered floor. She always expected Clint's tongue to do that whenever he saw her. Even more so today, since this made the first time the lecherous potato-grower could lay claim to being alone with her, through no fault of his own.
Elke knew the constantly raunchy old man had fed and slapped the cock to her mother and sisters. All three had told her in juicy detail that Clint had a few peculiar sex hang-ups, but this didn't bug her. Especially since she had no intentions of letting him do any kind of number on her with his prick. .. unless he lowered the figure on that damn bull he had up for sale-or gave it to her for nothing.
"Maria send you over to get a price drop on my prize bull?" Clint Yeager drawled as he took in the micro-mini skirt and matching scoop-neck stretch blouse she was wearing. His surprisingly white teeth flashed in another smile. "It could happen, Elke." He licked his lips, then added suggestively, "The way you're dolled up in that extra-short skirt and that shovel-necked titty-hugger, anything might happen."
"This seventeen-year-old pussycat has to dicker before you dick her," Elke said flippantly as she reached for the transistor radio blaring on the tractor seat and turned it off. Then she glanced around the barn and asked, "Where's the bull?"
Clint pointed. "Right there in that box stall, Elke. But don't go in there with him. Too dangerous. That old bull might take one look at those big cow-tits of yours and try to fuck you."
"Horseshit," Elke said as she crossed over to the concrete box stall and examined the huge and powerful-looking bull through the aluminum swing-gate. "About the only thing this bastard can breed is contempt. And you're asking a thousand bucks for him? Man, you can't be playing with a full deck." She kept her shapely ass turned to Clint Yeager. "Five hundred would be more like it."
Clint made a derisive sound. "I'd get a real fucking if I sold him for that price."
"A fucking is what you want from me, isn't it?"
"Not that kind. Not a dry one." He paused for a deep breath. "How about nine hundred?"
"Five hundred would be more like it."
"I might be a little off my wire but I'm not stupid," Clint said tonelessly. "Eight hundred is as low as I'm willing to go, you little rustler."
Elke stopped staring at the snorting bull and whirled to face Clint Yeager, tits jumping behind her scoop-neck blouse. "Make it five and you can use your cock on me."
Clint grinned. "I wondered when you'd get to fighting dirty and hit me below the belt. Half-price on the breeder and I get to use my prick on you, eh?"
"Right."
"How?"
"Any damn way you want me."
"For how long?"
A mischievous smile came to her lips. "Until you're all sucked out or all fucked out. Do we have a deal?"
"Let me think about it while I take a piss," Clint said as he unzipped his baggy pants and hauled out his long fat prick. Devils of amusement glinted in his eyes. He didn't turn away from Elke. He simply pointed his impressive cock away from his feet and started pissing all over the back wheel of his tractor.
Elke stood like a statue and watched the thick stream of piss gush out of the old man's long and limber prick. Sight of his cock and the amber fluid spurting out of it brought instant heat to her tight-lipped cunt, and made her nipples start tingling as though they had suddenly been frost-bitten.
Clint Yeager wagged his still-spurting prick at her and asked teasingly, "Would you be willing to pay seven hundred bucks for the bull and this cock I'm holding in my hand, Elke?"
"Maria told me not to go over five hundred," Elke said as she watched Clint finish pissing. He didn't put his cock back in his baggy pants. He simply released his grip on the big dong and let it hang and swing freely. Elke licked her Cupid's-bow lips. "The extra two hundred would have to come out of my own pocket, but there might be a solution to both our problems. Are you a gambling man, Clint?"
"The chances I take with the kind of wife I've got, I have to be. Call it, Elke."
"Seven for seven," Elke told him. "Cream your cock seven times and I'll give you seven hundred dollars for that damn bull. Fall short of seven and you give me the bull for nothing. Do we play?"
"Only if you let me do whatever I want with you." He saw her hesitate and added quickly, "No pain shit or torture stuff, Elke. Fun games. Nothing else."
"In that case, let's get with it, but not on this shit-covered floor."
Clint led the way inside a nearby empty box stall. A thick bed of clean straw covered the wooden floor. He did a quick strip. Elke started to do the same. He shook his head at her and said, "Not yet, big tits. I'll see, touch and taste your naked goodies later. The first thing I want from you is a nice blow-job."
"You're not ready for one, Clint. Your cock is still soft."
"Harden it for me."
Elke reached out and fisted Clint's cock. It didn't take long to work it into a beautiful hard-on. A few hard strokes and Clint's awesome prick was ready for action. She palmed his big balls with her left hand, then squeezed his cock-head with the other. A gob of juice landed in the palm of her hand. She released her grip on his knob and licked the prick-juice from her palm.
Clint grinned at her and said, "Why don't you get down on your knees and drink straight from the faucet? Go ahead, big tits. Take my cock in that small mouth of yours and suck me off. Make it fast. I've got a big load of jizz to dump down your throat."
Elke laughed shakily and melted to her knees before him. She clutched his cock again and kissed the egg-sized knob. It tasted and smelled clean. She was getting ready to lick the knob a little when Clint grabbed her by the ears and crammed it between her parted lips.
"That's better," Clint rasped as he waited for her to start sucking and teething his cock. "Now you can lick and chomp at the same time. Get with it, Elke. Put those tight red lips of yours to work and see if you can pull my asshole through my prick when you get my come. Blow, big tits, blow."
Elke felt her cunt start juicing as she took more of Clint's fat cock into her mouth. The old man hung onto her shell-like ears and started fucking her lips. Back and forth he moved his prick like a bow on a violin, giving her a little more each time he slid forward, and when his cock-head tapped at the back of Elke's mouth, she shivered and came in her panties for the first time. A small come, but it was beautiful.
The mild orgasm turned her on all the way, and now she wanted another come. Clint's cock-cream flooding her mouth might give her another one. She cupped his big balls in her left hand and went to work on his dripping prick with her lips, tongue and teeth.
"I think you're about to rip my goddamn guts loose," Clint croaked as Elke sucked and licked and teethed on his throbbing cock, "but don't stop. Pull them loose and to hell with it-as long as you jerk the cum out of my joint at the same time. Eat me, eat my prick!"
Elke squeezed Clint's nuts and gave his dick a violent suck at the same time. Clint belched in pain as her fingernails dug into his balls. A whisper later he started making ah-ah-ah sounds as his prick went off in Elke's mouth. Her eyes grew large as Clint's cock erupted like a wild volcano. She started swallowing fast and loud as hot gobs of jizz spurted from the rampaging rod her lips held in a death grip. She couldn't swallow his load fast enough. Some of his sperm slid past the prick between her vised lips and dribbled down her chin. She caught the runaway droplets in the palm of her hand to save for after Clint finished creaming, and took his beautiful cock out of her mouth.
"If I'm lying, I'm dying," Clint said raggedly as he finished popping his nuts and slowly pulled his lipstick-smeared prick out of Elke's mouth, "but I've never had a blow-job like the one you just finished giving me, big tits. Not even from your mother and sisters, and all three of them are damn good cock-suckers. But you-my God, you could kill a man with that mouth of yours if you gave him one blow-job after another for about an hour."
Elke licked his jizz from her palm and smiled impudently. "Sounds like I just won myself a free bull."
"Like hell you did," Clint laughed as he helped her up from the floor and mashed her big tits against his chest. "I might not be able to hack another of your gut-breaking blow-jobs, but I can damn sure pop six more times in other ways."
"I hope not," Elke said as she felt his cock grow hard against her belly again. "I enjoy winning. I usually do, you know." She reached down and fondled his fresh hard-on. "How do you want it now, stud? Six loads straight to my cunt?"
"I'll let you know after you drop what little clothes you're wearing, big tits." He stepped back to watch her undress, his cock swaying, its head drooping towards the floor like a bashful snake. "Strip."
Elke started with her micro-miniskirt. She loosened the zipper and teased the black material down over her hips, then knifed forward to follow it down to her ankles.
"I like those little black panties you're wearing," Clint said as Elke straightened and started to pull the stretch blouse over her head. "What did they make them out of-two Band-Aids?"
"One," Elke laughed as she tossed the blouse aside and pushed her big tits towards his face. "But they used a whole box of them to make this bra I'm wearing."
"Seeing as that tit-holder is strapless, I guess the only reason you wear it is for show," Clint said. "Big tits don't always sag. Not Crocker tits anyhow."
"You ought to know," Elke said as she skinned out of her skimpy panties, then unclasped her strapless half-bra and tumbled her coral-tipped tits into nakedness. "This is the last pair, which means that now you've seen every damn Crocker tit in existence. And cunt, too." She jerked her hips. "Want some now?"
"I'll taste it before I fuck it, but not yet," Clint wheezed as he grabbed her tits and hugged them with his big hands. "That's where my last load of cum will go."
"And the one now in your big cock, where does it go?"
"Stretch out on your back and I'll show you."
Elke's tits bounced as she dropped to the straw-covered floor of the box stall. She wondered what the hell this old man was going to do next. She stopped wondering a moment later as Clint sank down to straddle her bucking boobs, fisted his heavily veined prick and said, "This load of cum goes on you, not in you, Elke."
"And I think I know where on me," Elke tittered, remembering suddenly what sister Darlene had told her about one of this old man's weird sexual hang-ups. "You're going to jerk off in my face, right?"
"Not if you don't want me to."
"Go ahead and beat your meat in my face," Elke laughed. "I like new experiences."
Clint gripped his cock and proceeded to massage it with long fluid strokes, all the while keeping its pink knob pointed towards the center of Elke's beautiful face. She watched his every stroke in wide-eyed fascination, her cunt getting hotter by the minute as she waited for the thick splash of jizz to hit her . .. hopefully in her open mouth.
Clint's hand turned into a blur as it raced up and down his prick, his breathing turned ragged, and now his voice came like a sick frog's as he panted, "I don't want to sting your eyes with my cum, Elke. Close them . . . real fast.. . 'cause I'm just about ready to give your pretty face one hell of a bath!"
Elke closed her eyes, and not a moment too soon, for a pulse-beat later Clint moaned and showered fat drops of hot and slimy sperm all over her flushed and beautiful face.
None of his cock-cream landed in her eyes, but she waited until he finished blowing his balls before she opened them. Her tongue flicked out to spear some of the prick-butter from around her mouth. Then she wiped her face and licked her hand as she had done after the blow-job she had given him.
Clint grinned down at her. "Does my cum taste good, big tits?"
"All cum tastes like fresh honey," Elke replied as she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it into hardness again. "Even when it comes from a girl's pussy. Would you like to sample mine?"
"Not yet, big tits," Clint said as he swung clear of her body and knelt down beside her. "I still have three more loads to squirt before I chow . down and then fire number six into your pussy."
"So how do I make you pop this time. Clint?" Elke asked.
He dropped to all fours. "By playing with my prick while you use your tongue on my asshole." A note of slyness crept into his voice. "Of course, if you'd rather pay for the bull . .."
"No way," Elke laughed as she sat up and scooted into position behind him. "I'd rather taste your shit than write a check."
"Start tasting, big tits."
Elke kissed his pale ass as she reached around his right hip and found his hard and slippery cock. Her slender fingers tightened around it. She jerked his prick until he started panting like a dog on a hot day. Then she moved her head and stabbed the puckered brown dot between his ass-cheeks with the tip of her tongue. She couldn't penetrate his asshole.
"I don't think this play is going to work," Elke said as she continued to jack his dripping dong with her hand. "Your asshole's too tight for my tongue."
"No it's not," Clint rasped, hips jerking and ass bucking. "All you've got to do is make your tongue as hard as my prick and push like a pissed-off billygoat. It'll stretch. Shove."
Elke stiffened and rammed her tongue into his asshole again.
Clint grunted, then panted, "Harder, harder. Get all the way inside my asshole with that sweet pink tongue of yours!"
Elke snaked her free arm around his heaving belly and ground her face into his pumping butt. A heavy sigh slid out of Clint's throat as her tongue charged past the rim and filled his asshole, then started wriggling in it while she stroked his prick in a fierce attempt to quickly yank a load of jizz out of it.
"Lay it on me, big tits!" Clint panted. "Jerk my cock and keep that beautiful tongue snaking around inside my asshole. Drive me right up the nearest wall. Cuff my dick, eat my asshole. Beat me, rim me! Tighter, harder! Ah, ah, ah, that feels, so good! So fucking, fucking good!"
Elke crooked her busy tongue inside Clint's snapping asshole and jerked fast and furiously on his throbbing prick, anxious to ring his bell. Clint moaned and groaned, his hips twisted and his asshole fluttered, and a second or two later he screamed like a raped alley cat and creamed his cock all over her knob-clutching hand . . .
Clint's quivering asshole pulled clear of Elke's burrowing tongue as he finished getting his rocks off for the third time and sagged face-down on the straw-covered floor of the box stall. She sat on her warm haunches and listened to him suck big gulps of air into his lungs for a full minute before she said, "Three pops down and four more to go, you old stump-sucker." A giggle shook her tits. "I don't think you're going to make it."
"I'll make it."
"Why don't you toss in the towel and admit defeat while you're still ahead of the game? You know that scroungy old bull isn't worth dying over."
"You're wrong as hell," Clint chuckled as he rolled over on his back and sat up, his flaccid cock coated with bits of straw, giving it the appearance of a wiener smothered in dry sauerkraut. "That mean-tempered old king of the pasture is worth dying over-only that isn't going to happen, big tits."
"You've got to be kidding or off your fucking rocker, Clint. You can't possibly come four more times on me or in me."
"I'm damn sure going to give it the old college try," Clint said as he cleaned the straw from his prick and massaged it into another hard-on. "On your feet and over to that stanchion, big tits."
Elke blinked as she stood up, then turned to do as he asked. The stanchion was next to the manger. It was an aluminum pipe affair used to hold a cow's head in place while the animal was being milked. Clint asked her to get on her hands and knees and stick her head in it. He called the stanchion his sagebrush pillory.
Elke sank to her all fours, permitted her head to be locked in place, then asked, "Now what?"
Clint dropped to his knees, grabbed Elke by the hips and forced the knob of his rigid cock into her tight brown asshole. "This time I'm going to fuck you in the ass-real hard and dry, big tits."
"Don't hurt me, Clint."
"I won't," he promised, but he did.
"That hurts!" Elke hissed through clenched teeth as Clint forced two or three inches of his big prick up her asshole. "Back off, you vicious son of a bitch, back off!"
Clint took a deep breath and shoved his prick all the way up her aching shitter. Elke's eyes grew large and a scream ripped past her yawning lips as she attempted to escape the pain he was inflicting on her shit-chute.
"AAAIIIEEE!!" she screeched at the top of her lungs. "You're tearing up my asshole with that big cock of yours, you dirty mother-fucker! Take it out of my ass! OOOWWW! AAAIIEE!"
"It's all right, big tits," Clint said raggedly as he withdrew a few inches of his prick, "I know what I'm doing. Trust me."
Elke kept trying to escape from the pain Clint was loading into her asshole. Wriggling didn't work. Clint tightened his grip on her hips and once more jammed the entire length of his big cock up her ass. She screamed again, still surprised at his putting the hurt on her. His balls hit her back flesh, and any moment now she expected the knob of his prick to tear through her guts and find its way into her mouth, for this was how big it felt inside her ass, but it didn't, for momentarily agony softened and pleasure moved into her asshole.
Her cunt juiced and her asshole tightened around the cock locked and buried deep in her bunghole. Clint sensed and felt her change of mood and rasped, "Told you I knew what I was doing. No more pain. Now you can get with it, big tits. Start grinding your cute little ass all over my dick and pull the cum out of it. Shake this hot ass of yours and let me fuck the shit out of it. Go, Elke, go!"
Elke responded to the heat in his voice. She gripped the stanchion pipes with both hands and acted like a whore desperate for rent money. At first her movements were automatic, but after Clint's cock wormed in and out of her asshole a few times, passion stormed her cunt, and now she started shaking her hips to increase the pleasure his prick was giving her. It was maddening, and it was indescribably beautiful.
"Do you like the fucking I'm giving your hot little ass, big tits?" Clint asked raggedly as he bit Elke on the back of her neck and made her shiver with delight. "Do you?"
Elke wanted Clint to bite her on the back of her neck again and again. It felt good. So very very good. It added to the pleasure his cock was giving her. Boy, did it ever add! A few more nips with his teeth and she would cream all over herself!
"I like everything you're doing to me," Elke panted, and increased the speed of her hips to prove it. "Chew on the back of my neck while you feed your cock to my asshole, Clint! Beautiful! Ah, ah, fuck me and bite me! Harder-fuck me harder! Batter the hell out of my ass with your big bull dick! Stir my shit, stir my shit!"
"Beg, baby," Clint panted as he slapped the meat to her asshole. "Plead with me to fuck the shit out of your ass. Do it, bitch, do it!"
Elke begged like a hungry dog after a bone and Clint gave it to her. His fingers dug into her hips and his teeth gnawed against the back of her neck while his prick glided in and out of her quivering ass like a wild serpent. Her asshole turned into an inferno of passion and every fiber in her body sang like telephone wires in the wind, a million voices of sweet agony that crescendo with startling abruptness as the knob of his dick touched off her orgasm and sent the cream squirting out of her cunt, just as Clint blew his big nuts and filled her ass with his hot jizz . ..
Clint lay spent on top of Elke, his breath hot on her back, his cock still in her asshole.
Elke trembled slightly as his prick-juice seeped out of her asshole and ran down her inner thighs. She felt his rod growing hard inside her ass again and said softly, "Same game, stud?"
"No," Clint replied as he backed his cock out of her asshole and unlocked the stanchion so she could pull her head free, "I don't enjoy doing the same thing twice in a row. I'm going to work this load off between those big hard tits of yours. After that I'll give you a hair fucking, and then I'll feed load number seven to that hot cunt of yours."
Elke laughed as she stretched out on her back. "I don't think you'll live to reach that last hole, old man. But go ahead and try. Hop aboard-my titties are waiting for your prick."
Clint straddled Elke and dropped his prick between her dancing jugs. Elke enveloped his cock by pressing her tits together, lifted her head to trap and give his knob a quick suck, then spat it out of her mouth and said, "My tits are ready for the fucking you want to give them, Clint. Pour it to them."
Clint placed his hands on Elke's shoulders and started see-sawing his prick between her hot and hard tits. She licked his cock-head each time it came towards her waiting mouth. Clint fucked her boobs for over two minutes. Sweat poured out of him like piss from a boot. He humped her tits for another long minute, then stopped and cursed as his prick went limp without firing its load of cum.
He jerked it clear of Elke's tits and tried to stroke it back into firmness again. It didn't happen. A few more useless strokes and it was all over. He toppled to one side, landed on his back and panted, "The bull is yours, Elke. I've had it."
Elke sat up beside him. "If you think a rest might help, I'm willing to wait and give you another chance to finish the race."
Shame crawled across Clint Yeager's weather-beaten face as he rolled his head from side to side and drawled, "I know when to hang up my saddle, Elke, and now's the, time. The race I never should have started in the first place is over."
"No hard feelings, Clint?"
Clint grinned suddenly. "Not on my part, but there might be some on yours after you take a closer look at that bull you just won from me."
"Why? Is something wrong with him?"
"A little trouble with his balls is all."
"They're injured?"
"Worse, they're missing."
CHAPTER SIX
Tiger Willow's first night at the Crocker ranch very nearly turned out to be his last. Jill's sisters and mother had fucked and sucked the big boy into complete exhaustion. Taking on four women at one time was a bit much, Mother had told them later. Wiping Tiger out or scaring him into taking off was not what Jill's mother and sisters wanted. After eating Tiger's juicy cock, taking it in her cunt and up her asshole, Jill found herself not giving a fiddler's fuck as to Tiger's staying or leaving. The big stud bugged her. There was something about Tiger that didn't ring true, but she kept this gut warning she had received all to herself.
A time schedule had been discussed and agreed to after Tiger Willow's first night with them, whereby each of them would claim Tiger for a full twenty-four hours, without interruption. This one girl at a time idea turned out to be a good one, for now, one week later, Tiger was still going strong .. . tonight with mother Maria. Was he ever going strong . ..
Jill felt her own cunt turn wet .as she lay in the smothering darkness and listened to the sounds of lust coming from her. mother's bedroom. The jade-eyed redhead took a deep breath that quaked her big and sharply pointed tits as she envisioned Tiger Willow panting his way toward a coronary. She smiled in the darkness. When it came to sex, Tiger had no faults. Talk about a super jock! Earlier she had listened to Maria lick and slurp Tiger into a moaning come, but now they were fucking ... again. Shock thrills of passion shot through Jill's vibrant system. She clenched her smooth thighs together and silently wished to hell she could do some fucking of her own .. . with Stuart Morgan.
Only Stuart Morgan wasn't here. The lanky, easygoing man who had popped her cherry wasn't due in from Pocatello until . . . when? Jill glanced at the digital clock on her dresser, grimaced. It would be another two hours before Stu showed up at his pad on Axehandle Creek. Could she stand the agony in her cunt that long? She doubted it. Listening to Maria and Tiger going at each other in the next room, she would probably lose control and wind up taking a wild ride on her fucking finger.
Her brow wrinkled. Maybe a drink would calm her down a bit. Yes, a drink would help to soothe the savage beast. So would a move to another part of their big house.
Jill slipped out of her sheer pink nightie and put on a white half-bra and matching bikini panties. Satisfied with the way she looked, she told her mirror twin, "Stu Morgan will blow his mind when he sees my titties in this."
Sparks of smug satisfaction glinted in Jill's green eyes as she whirled away from the dresser mirror and lazily crossed over to the spacious walk-in closet. She removed a pair of sand-colored Levi's from a white plastic hanger and struggled into them. The jeans hugged her hips, thighs and ass as though they had been sprayed into place, and she knew without checking in the mirror that the rim line of her panties was being outlined through them. A smile curved her ripe red lips. The too-tight jeans were being worn for Stu Morgan's benefit, for occasionally he enjoyed some ass-spanking without wanting to undress her. If the mood hit him tonight, she wanted to be ready ... for anything.
"The way I feel right now," Jill murmured as she donned an orlon sweater and gave her tits an affectionate pat, "it sure as shit wouldn't take more than two or three good whacks across this hot ass of mine to make me cream my cunt."
Jill laughed softly as she sat down on the edge of the mussed bed to cover her dainty feet with white sweat socks and black Justin walking boots, and then she laughed harder when she heard Tiger Willow roar, "I'm coming, you sweet bitch, I'm coming!"
"You're coming," Jill muttered harshly as she slipped out of the bedroom, "and I'm going."
Jill picked up an open bottle of vodka on her way through the lighted living room and carried it into the barn-size kitchen. She mixed herself a screwdriver at the kitchen sink, then carried it over to the long heavy oak table and sat down with a weary sigh that rocked her tits. She was getting ready to light a cigarette to go with her drink when she heard the clearing of a throat at her back, and turned to find her mother standing naked in the doorway, cunt-lips puffed and still dripping hers and Tiger's juices.
"You look like a lady who's been thoroughly sucked and fucked," Jill said with a broad smile. "Where's Tiger?"
"Sacked out," Maria answered as she crossed over to the cabinet above the sink and plucked a glass from the middle shelf.
"I'm not surprised," Jill laughed. "The way you do things with a man, I didn't expect Tiger to last as long as he did."
"Tiger puts up a better fight than most of the studs I've sexed it up with over the years," Maria said as she opened the refrigerator and removed a bottle of Canadian Mist, "but he's no match for a purebred alley cat. The poor bastard was too weak to scratch his ass by the time I drained the last load of cum out of him. What he needs now is a good night's rest, so I won't disturb him any more. If I did, he wouldn't be worth a shit to you tomorrow."
"You can have my turn or give it to Darlene or Elke tomorrow," Jill said. "I won't be needing Tiger's cock. I've got a date with Stu Morgan a bit later on tonight."
Maria's finely penciled eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. "Stu's back from Pocatello?"
Jill took a sip of her drink before she answered. "Not yet. He phoned to say he was on his way while you were giving Tiger some of your asshole at poolside. I'm to meet him at his place."
"That takes care of your cock needs for tonight," Maria laughed as she joined Jill at the long table, naked tits bucking like car headlights on a rough road. She poured herself a straight blast of Canadian Mist and sampled it before she mused, "I wonder how the shit Elke and Darlene are making out at the Mecca?"
"Don't sweat those two, Mother. They don't need men to go the sex route."
"So what else is new?"
"They're new, that's what."
"Oh?"
"I don't know whether or not you've noticed the change, but Darlene and Elke keep getting more and more hooked on each other every time they do their lesbian number. So far they plug in both ways, but I have a hunch it's only a matter of time before they lose interest in anything with a handle on it." She laughed suddenly. "You should have heard those two going at each other this morning with their mouths and tongues. Lick, slurp, lick, slurp." She shivered in remembrance. "I creamed my own cunt just from listening to them gobbling each other."
"I know the feeling," Maria said dryly.
Jill continued as though she hadn't been interrupted. "And that Elke is something else. Every time she finished sucking and munching on Darlene's hairy cunt, she'd turn on her cordless razor and beg big sister to let her shave her snatch."
"I know where Elke picked up that freaky yen," Maria said on the heel of a giggle. "Yvette Yeager likes to keep her cunt bald, but she doesn't like to do the shaving herself."
"How did you find out about Yvette's little hang-up?"
"The same way Elke did, through personal experience."
Jill made a clucking sound. "I didn't know Yvette liked to make it with another woman."
"Neither did I until Elke clued me in. But once I did find out, I went after Yvette's cunt. Got it, too." She smacked her lips. "That babe has a pussy that's as juicy as any of ours. You ought to check her out one of these days, sweetie."
"No, thanks. I'd much rather tune in on Darlene and Elke when one puts the tongue to the other's cunt."
Maria threw back her head and laughed. "Sounds like you enjoy being an eavesdropper where your sisters are concerned."
Jill's tits bucked behind her sweater as she shrugged. "Whatever turns them on turns me on."
"Except Tiger Willow, huh?"
Jill sat silent.
Maria watched her closely for a few moments, then said, "Tiger rubs you the wrong way, doesn't he, baby?"
"That's no shit."
"Mind telling me why?"
"I honestly don't know, Mother," Jill replied as she finished her drink and stood up. "It's just that he reminds me of a cat waiting for you to leave the room so it can sharpen its claws on the furniture."
"I thought you liked cats, baby?"
"Not this particular one, sugar tits. Maybe it's the way he tries to dominate that really bugs the shit out of my ass, or the way he goes walking off into the timber by himself. Right now I couldn't care less about my reasons for disliking Tiger Willow. At the moment my cunt's so hot for Stu Morgan's cock I don't want to think about anything else."
"Want me to cool you down a little before you leave?"
Jill cupped Maria's naked tits in her hands and kissed both nipples, then shook her head and said, "Not tonight, Mommy. Tonight I need a man's cock to soothe me. If you're in heat, go back upstairs to Tiger. He's all yours until tomorrow. Have fun."
"You, too, babe," Maria called after her. "And tell Stu's cock hello for me."
The gentle sound-filled night moved around Jill as she leisurely picked her way along the narrow path their steers used to reach Axehandle Creek. She had no trouble seeing. The sky overhead was laced with rhinestone stars and a lopsided moon rode low over Crazy Mule Mesa. A gentle breeze stirred a nearby stand of cedars, causing them to whisper like naked flesh against a silk bedsheet, bringing a smile to Jill's mouth.
"I hope to hell he's home when I get there," Jill muttered to herself as she walked along, tits bouncing, cunt burning. "I need a good man between my legs to bang the come out of-"
"I've always suspected you weren't playing with a full deck," Stu Morgan said as he stepped from the shadows of a lone pine and startled Jill. "How long have you had this weird habit of talking to yourself?"
"You tiptoeing bastard," Jill hissed on the heel of a nervous laugh. "Did you have to pop out of those fucking shadows at me like that?" She made a sour face. "Cripes, I nearly pissed in my panties!"
Stu trapped Jill in his arms and kissed her on the forehead. "Sorry about that, baby. I thought you saw me coming."
Jill mashed her tits against his chest and rubbed her cunt over his crotch. "I'm over it. What the hell are you doing here? You were supposed to be waiting with a hard-on when I reached your digs."
Stu bared his teeth in a wolfish grin. "I decided to meet you halfway. Blame it on loneliness."
"Loneliness, my wet and steaming pussy," Jill laughed as her hand dropped to find his stiff prick. "It was sheer horniness. Cripes, what a fierce hard-on! Want me to yank it out of your pants and suck it soft?"
Stu shook his head. "I like ground rations, but not on the ground, you long-legged bitch. Let's split for my place where it's all nice and comfortable."
Jill released her grip on his hard cock and broke into a run, then called over her shoulder, "Last one through the front door eats shit with a greasy spoon!"
They reached Stu's sprawling log house at the same time and went inside. Stu turned on the stereo to fill the room with soft piano mood music. Then he looked at Jill's heaving tits and panted, "Now you can rape me any damn way you please, beautiful witch." He held out his arms. "Come here."
Jill stood still.
"Now," Stu growled.
Jill backed away with heaving tits, shook her head. "I'm not coming anywhere near that big stiff dick of yours until I get all the way undressed."
"You're not?"
"I'm not."
"You sure are a mean witch," Stu said without rancor, "but I wouldn't like you any other way. So get going. Start stripping out of those tight jeans, or I'll. . ."
". .. spank my ass?" Jill finished for him.
"No comment."
Jill sighed loudly. "I wish you would, Stu. I haven't had my panties dusted in ages."
"You'll get more than a dusting if you don't get out of those fucking jeans pretty soon," Stu said with mock truculence. "Same goes for the rest of your clothes. Keep stalling and I'll lay fingerprints all over your cute little ass-cheeks."
"Promise?"
"Yes, damn you. Now strip."
"Yes, master."
Jill felt her eager young cunt growing wetter and wetter with lust as she responded to Stu's command. The thought of getting her ass spanked excited her. Fingers came alive with motion; so did the rest of her. She loosened the zipper on her tight jeans and watched Stu's face as she forced them down over her womanly hips and exposed her white bikini panties. A pleased smile curved her sensual red lips. The message in Stu's eyes was loud and clear. Her favorite stud was beginning to breathe hard and break out in a sweat.
Hot.
Stu Morgan was hot.
Jill paused with the jeans down around her knees and lowered her ass into a nearby leather-covered chair. She pulled off her walking boots, socks, then stood up again and knifed forward. She dropped her jeans all the way and tugged them free of her naked feet, then straightened once more to show Stu the wet webbing of her white nylon panties, and asked throatily, "Are you ready to spank my ass, lover?"
Stu shook his head. "Not yet. Show me your bra first."
Jill removed her sweater slowly, teasingly. A few heartbeats later she stood before him like a flame-haired goddess, clad only in half-bra, brief panties and the silver wagon wheel earrings he had given her as last year's birthday present. She tossed the sweater aside and waited for him to make his move.
Stu opened his arms and said, "Come here, little one.
Jill obeyed ...
Stu's cock was exposed in all its awesomeness, and as Jill insinuated the length of her pliant body against his, she felt the throbbing of it against the crotch of her panties. She shivered with anticipation. Her eyes were closed, her ripe red lips slightly parted to aid the raggedness of her breathing and to receive his tongue inside her mouth. Stu's tongue was akin to a phallic symbol, and with his hard cock pressing and pulsating rapidly against the melting lips of her covered pussy, it was the same as being worked over at both ends by two different dicks.
Jill jerked her mouth away from Stu's and said breathlessly, "I'm ready, love. Do your stuff."
Stu wasn't ready. He liked his fiddle tuned all the way before he played it. His big hands kneaded Jill's boobs through her half-bra and she felt her sleeping nipples awaken and punch against the scrap of cloth that held them captive. She shuddered and hissed, "Damn you for a fucking sadist, take me before I go out of my mind!"
Jill wanted Stu.
Any way she could get him.
Pussy. Asshole. Blow-job. A spanking . . .
Stu pressed his mouth to hers again. His tongue darted between her teeth and the tip of it tickled her tonsils. Night sounds drifted in through a nearby open window, but neither heard them. Their kiss was long and deep. Stu was the first to break away. His breathing was uneven. Sweat dotted his brow. He stepped back and stared at Jill's lush and vibrant curves. His eyes ate her up for a few seconds, and then he said tightly, "Turn your back to me, Jill."
Jill laughed musically and turned her back to Stu. She thought he was going to dust her panties. Stu didn't. He stared at her dimpled ass-cheeks, then rasped, "God, you're a beautiful witch."
"A damned hot one," Jill retorted. "Do something, prick. Anything!"
Stu stopped staring at her ass. He trapped Jill in his arms and found her mouth with his again. His tongue slipped between her lips. Jill pressed the length of her supple body hard against his and felt his prick throbbing against her juicing cunt. His big hands dropped to the cheeks of her still-covered ass and he strained her closer.
There would be no ass-spanking tonight, Jill concluded as she mashed her tits against Stu's chest. He was too worked up to waste his time with dusting her panties. He needed a hole to work on, but which hole? Jill made a mental shrug. Who cared? As long as he gave her his cock in some way . ..
"Wowie!" Jill exclaimed as Stu removed his snaking tongue from inside her mouth. "I felt that French kiss right down to the tips of my toes!"
Stu rubbed his cock harder against her cunt. "Is that all you felt, baby?"
Jill's hand dropped between them and touched his throbbing dick. She squeezed it and purred, "You mean this long and plump rascal I'm holding in my hand? I feel it, Stu. I'd like to feel it even more. Like all the way up my ass or in my cunt. I love your cock, you know that. And the nut at the other end of this long handle I'm hugging with my greedy little fingers, I love him, too. You're a lot of man, lover. The first one who ever used a dick on me."
"You're just saying that because it's true."
Jill giggled and tightened her fingers around his cock. Stu's cock jumped in her hand. She placed a finger on the underside of the knob and found it moist. She pursed her lips and said, "Your prick is crying, Stu. Better hurry and turn me on before the lonely bastard cries its eye out all over the damn floor." She nodded towards the sofa. "There?"
"No. On the floor. There's more room."
"Whatever you say, darling. Strip me."
Stu went to work. Clumsily. Anxiously. The faint scent of her perfume reached his nostrils. Jill held his throbbing prick in a death grip while he unfastened the half-bra with slightly quaking fingers and tumbled her tits into nakedness. Air rushed against her jutting coral nipples and made her tremble with delight. Her nipples attracted Stu like a magnet. He caught one of them between his lips and sucked on it with pleasure while he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and pushed them down past her already grinding hips. A moment later Jill's nipple escaped from between his lips as he followed the panties down to her trim ankles. She lifted one foot, then the other, and then she was naked.
"Now," Jill panted impatiently through slightly parted lips. "Ram that long, thick, wonderful cock of yours deep into my burning cunt and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
They sank to the floor as one body. Stu asked breathlessly, "Wouldn't you rather get fucked in the ass, baby?"
"Not yet," Jill hissed back. "Fuck me in the cunt first. Cool my hot little pussy with your prick-juice and then you can take your second hard-on and shove it up my asshole."
Stu shook his head and said tightly, "The second thing I'm going to want from you is a blow-job."
"Pervert!"
"Whose pervert?"
"Mine, damn you, mine!"
"You called it right, baby, I am yours. Let me prove it to you."
Jill heard him from a seemingly great distance. She was starting to trip the lust fantastic. And how she was starting to trip! Her legs drifted apart and Stu crawled between them. Without another word, Jill clutched his enormous cock and touched it to the wet lips of her pussy. Sweat trickled down Stu's face and a few drops hit her rioting tits as he eased his cock past the jaws of her cunt, all the way up to the balls, until their bellies met and kissed. A whisper later Jill moaned with delight and her hips began a slow grind that nearly drove Stu out of his tree. Jill pushed her naked tits against his chest and coiled her legs around his pumping ass. She knew how to act just like a whore hungry for a meal of cock. She wriggled her hips and met him thrust for thrust, taking the entire length of his prick deep into her cunt with all the expertness of a five-hundred-dollar hooker. Stu's stomach muscles quivered and breath jumped out of his throat as her body lifted him to strange and dizzying heights, until the pain in his balls turned into the spurting release that slammed into her guts and filled her quivering and exploding snatch to the point of overflowing . ..
"Come, lover!" Jill shrieked as she tightened her cunt-lips around the cock gushing into her. "Squirt, darling! Squirt all the fuck-sauce you want into my pussy!"
Stu finished popping his nuts and collapsed on top of Jill like a hunk of wet cow shit.
Jill nibbled at his earlobe and murmured, "Your fuck-juice is running out of my pussy, lover. It feels like hot butter."
"You like hot butter?"
"I like your cock-butter." Stu's softening cock slipped free of Jill's soggy snatch and hit the floor. He made it to his knees, still between her legs, and she reached out and trapped his rod in her warm and eager right hand. Her fingers quickly and expertly massaged his withering prick into firmness again and then she said huskily, "Straddle me, darling. Sit down on my big tits and fuck me in the mouth .. ."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Stu cocked his head to one side and studied her intently. Jill had sucked his prick before, but this made the first time she had asked him to fuck her in the mouth from topside, while she remained on her back to receive his gift of dick. The suggestion fascinated Stu and he moved to obey. Excitement gripped him. He straddled Jill and lowered his ass to her hot and heaving jugs. Jill's jutting coral nipples stabbed his ass-cheeks and made him tremble with delight, and a moment later her small mouth yawned to take his prick.
"Eat away, baby," Stu encouraged. "Suck and gnaw the living hell out of my cock."
Jill didn't move. Only her lips tightened as Stu's cock filled her mouth to Tuck her there. She permitted him to do all the work. The only sound she made was the one time Stu overextended himself, but once he discovered how much of his meat she wanted, the rest was easy. He worked. In and out, in and out, his body thrilling to the firm pressure of Jill's lips on his dick. Jill's tits scorched his ass and he shifted position and felt one of her long and hard pink nipples jab against his tense asshole. Jill's nipple digging into his shitter produced a strange reaction, for a few seconds later Stu shuddered violently and exploded with a second load of prick-fluid .. .
"Damn you," Jill said with a laugh as Stu stopped gushing and slowly withdrew his cock from between her lips, "you almost strangled me with that big load of jism you just splashed inside my mouth!"
Stu chuckled as he examined his wilting, lipstick-smeared dick for a moment, and then stood up, his knees appearing a bit wobbly. He walked over to the bar next to the fireplace and made drinks for them.
Jill sat up on the rug, licked a stray droplet of his jizz from the corner of her mouth, asked, "Are you through using your cock on me for the night, Stu?"
Stu cocked an amused eyebrow at her, then gulped some of his drink before he said huskily, "Don't rush me, baby. A back-to-back fuck and a blow-job sort of took the starch out of my cock. Right now I need a breather." He grinned lewdly. "I'm not overly anxious to get my name in the obituary column."
Jill wrinkled her nose at him as she scrambled to her feet and joined him at the bar. "The Man upstairs hates a coward, Stu. "Then why did He make so many of us?" Jill laughed and started to say something, but a whisper later the words died unborn as alarm strangled her into sudden silence. Stu heard it at the same time. He tensed, then ducked behind the bar and reappeared holding a .38 Smith & Wesson. Jill whispered, "What?"
Stu shook his head and moved cautiously towards the door. "I'd better find out, baby. Stay put."
"Like shit I will," Jill whispered again as she quickly put her drink on the bar and followed Stu out into the moonlight, naked tits heaving excitedly. "I don't know what the fuck you're walking the wire about but I'm with you all the way."
Stu stopped between the big house and the string of log cabins he rented to the hunters he guided during the season; he moved his head in a keening gesture. Jill halted beside him. There was a silence. A deep silence. Seconds passed. And then the sound came again. Louder this time. Stu whirled towards the rustling noise coming from the shadow-filled grove of white spruce to their immediate left, froze. So did Jill. They stood like statues of flesh, waiting for whatever was moving through the thick shadows to make an appearance. Stu aimed his gun towards the racket. A few more tense seconds ticked off into oblivion. Then a beautiful doe eased into the moonlight and pranced gracefully towards the edge of Axehandle Creek for a drink of water.
Stu exhaled loudly as he lowered his revolver and growled, "If the season were in, I'd shoot the hell out of that little fucking doe for scaring the shit out of us."
"That little beauty didn't scare me as much as you did," Jill said as she watched the doe lap water. Then she looked at Stu and shook her head. "I can't ever remember seeing you so jumpy over a bit of noise, darling. Why tonight?"
Stu made no answer.
"Come on, darling, explain. Why so jumpy?"
"I guess I thought that whoever ripped me off while I was in Pocatello might be coming back to get seconds," Stu told her as he led the way back inside the house and retrieved his drink. His voice turned icy. "What pisses me off is that the fucking rip-off could have been prevented if I'd left my dogs here instead of boarding them at the kennel when I went off on my trip."
Jill picked up and sampled some of her own drink before she asked, "What did the burglars take from you, Stu?"
"Make that singular, not plural," Stu said sourly. "One fink did the job. I followed his footprints to the edge of the creek before I lost them. The sorry mother-fucker must have taken to the water to keep from being tracked." A disgusted sigh slid out of his throat. "As for what he took, the bastard glommed on to my favorite hunting rifle, the .45 automatic you gave me two Christmases ago, the deer foot skinning knife I made myself, and a few of my best clothes."
"That's it?"
"I know what you're getting at, baby," Stu said as he lit a pair of cigarettes and passed one to her. "As burglaries go, this one stinks like the inside of a sheepherder's boot. That's why I didn't get on the horn and report it to Ben Luray. Shit, the way it rests right now, I can't even prove I've been ripped off." He shifted the subject suddenly. "You know what's bugging my ass, beautiful. Now tell me what the hell is bugging yours."
Jill took a deep breath that rocked her tantalizing tits, then said, "Tiger Willow."
Stu blinked at her. "What the fuck is a Tiger Willow-a new breed of tree?" ' Jill giggled and shook her head. "Tiger is a nickname. His real name is Albert Willow. Our new hired hand. We acquired him and Clint Yeager's castrated bull on the same day. He's a hitchhiker Darlene picked up while you were escaping on the back road to avoid a gang-fucking from me and mine."
"I see. Go on."
Jill licked her lips. "A real super-stud, that young giant. Seems like he's always walking around with a hard-on."
"Must be real young."
"Eighteen. Maria, Darlene and Elke think he's the greatest thing to come along since Midol and disposable douche bags."
"But you don't."
"Right on."
"Why?"
Jill extended her glass for a refill. "I don't know, Stu. There are several things about him that rub my cunt the wrong way. The way he fucks around with that nutless bull is one of those things. He jabs at it with a pitchfork every time he catches it near the corral fence. Then, too, he's a bit on the pushy side."
"Sounds like he might be a bit out to lunch."
"I wouldn't be surprised. He sure as fuck smells like trouble, but I don't want to bum-rap the prick. Maybe you can help me make up my mind about him. You're a damn good judge of people. Why don't you drop by tomorrow and look Tiger over. Say around suppertime."
"I'll accept your invitation to supper and a look at Tiger Willow on one condition, baby."
Jill knew what Stu's one condition was before she said, "Name it."
"I want your solemn promise to keep your mother and sisters away from what by then will be my drained and useless prick."
"Your cock isn't drained and useless yet," Jill teased. "You've only used it twice since I came here."
"Tell me that over breakfast."
"You want me to stay all night?"
"If I could afford a wife, I'd ask you to stay here forever," Stu said as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He dumped her unceremoniously on the bed, his mood serious for the first time since she had known him. "I've made it with your mother and your sisters, but I'm hung up on you, baby. I always have been."
"Then why don't I excite you into another hard-on?" Jill said, wanting him to lose the heavy mood that rode him.
Stu grinned at her. "What the hell do you think I'm coming up with now, baby? Take a look."
Jill faked vast astonishment as she watched Stu's colossal cock stretch and harden all the way, then purred, "Bring that rascal over here and I'll see what I can do to soften it, Numbrod."
"Nimrod, not numbrod," Stu said as Jill reached across the bed and pulled him in beside her.
"It'll be numb when I get through with it," Jill laughed as she tightened her slender fingers around his hard and throbbing prick. "What'll it be, darling. A suck or a fuck?"
"Neither," Stu replied as he freed his stiff and pulsating cock from the prison of Jill's warm hand and sat up beside her. He licked his lips. "Not until after I've had supper."
Jill's jade-colored eyes grew large in their sockets as she asked curiously, "You're going to eat first?"
"Like you wouldn't believe," Stu said solemnly. "I'm going to dine at the Y Cafe. I'm going to eat your juicy cunt."
Devils of amusement danced in Jill's eyes, and momentarily she felt her blood pick up pace as she said teasingly, "That'll be a switch. I'm usually the one who does the eating when we get together." She frowned at him. "Why this sudden yen to lap pussy, darling?"
"Blame it on my trip to Pocatello, baby," Stu replied as he patted her copper-haired pussy. "I didn't realize how much I loved you until I went there and saw how happy my brother-in-law is with my sister."
"She a redhead, too?"
"Blonde," Stu grunted as he tweaked her jutting clit. "And so much for that shit. I'm in the mood for lapping your cunt, so don't distract or try to talk me out of it."
"I won't," Jill laughed. "Not when it comes to having my pussy licked. A tongue-job always turns me on. Go ahead, darling. Go down on this melting cunt of mine and lick it dry."
"Spread your legs."
Jill did.
"Wider, baby."
Jill spread her legs wider.
Stu swapped ends and lowered his solemn face to her copper-colored beaver. Jill shuddered and then gasped as his lips found and tweaked her clitoral spire. She shivered again, then moaned loudly with the beginning of pleasure as Stu moved his mouth away from her clit and attacked the lips of her moistening cunt with his tongue.
Without warning Stu backed his tongue out of Jill's cunt and nuzzled his cheek against her pussy mop. Jill patted him on the back of his head and whispered throatily, "You call that eating pussy, darling? You must be on a fucking diet."
Stu lifted his sweaty cheek from Jill's beaver and made a lewd smacking sound with his lips. He called her a sexy bitch in heat, waited for her laughter to subside, and then he dipped his head between her scissored thighs once more and went about the pleasant task of satisfying her. He knew how. Damn, Jill told herself, a few more seconds and she would start tearing up the bed sheets with her brightly painted toenails!
Stu palmed her twitching asscheeks and planted a resounding kiss on her belly button. Then his long tongue stiffened and gouged her in the same place. Jill's stomach muscles quivered, her hips jerked, and her cunt felt suddenly soppy. Green eyes glazed and distance edged her sultry voice as she shamelessly begged Stu to make her come like crazy.
Stu stopped gripping her shaking ass. His lips and tongue left her belly button and crawled through the hairy jungle of her cunt, over her alabaster thighs, down to the soles of her dainty feet. He kissed her painted toes with exaggerated tenderness, then worked his way back to her melting cunt.
"Damn you all to hell!" Jill shrilled, taking him by the ears. "Stop stalling and start eating!"
Jill wanted Stu's tongue inside her tormented cunt, and she wanted it now, not later.
Stu buried his sweaty face in Jill's pussy-fur and trapped her jutting pink clit between his lips once more. He gave it a violent suck and a loud moan ripped past her lips. His teeth nipped. Jill shuddered violently, clutched the back of Stu's skull, panted, "Give me a long ride on your hot tongue, darling. Now, pussy-eater, now!"
Stu wasn't in the mood for being rushed. He continued to tease Jill's hot pink clit. Slowly. Maddeningly. Driving her up the wall of lust. He sucked and gnawed until Jill was ready to go off her stick.
"Don't tease me any more," she begged brokenly, her fingernails digging into the back of his skull. "Ah, Stu, I can't take much more of this damn torture. Suck me, lick me, and soothe me. Give me a come with your mouth and tongue. Now, lover, now!"
Stu released his mouth grip on Jill's boy-in-the-boat and sought to give her relief from torment. He placed one hand on either side of her melting cunt, spread the lips wide, then bolted his stiff and hot tongue between them.
Jill screamed with pleasure and felt the inside of her pussy contract and pull at Stu's probing tongue the way it tugged at his awesome cock whenever he fucked her.
Wild.
"Eat, Stu! Eat my pussy!"
Stu munched on her cunt. Loudly. Ravenously.
Jill's sweat-soaked thighs scissored wider as Stu licked at the inner walls of her cunt with his long and expert tongue. Her juices flowed, wetting the passage, her triangular mat of snatch hair, drowning the tongue that writhed within her melting pussy.
It was fantastic!
Climax threatened, and now Jill coiled her sweat-glistening legs around his neck and panted, "I'm almost there, Stu. A few more nips and slurps should make me come all over your tongue. Do it, darling. Suck and lick the come out of me! AHHHHh!"
Stu made a loud moaning sound against Jill's bubbling cunt. His hot breath jolted her entire system. Her hips rocked harder, and just when she concluded that she would go bananas if she had to suffer another second of torture .. . Stu jammed his stiff middle index finger up her tight asshole and made the volcano of her cunt erupt.
Jill yelped, "I'm coming! I'M COOOMM-IINNGGG!!"
And she did . ..
Later, much later, Jill came up on one elbow and smiled loosely at her lover. Her voice licked at him. "Thank you for giving me such a beautiful come, Stu."
Stu grinned. "My pleasure, and I do mean pleasure. This makes the first time I ever lapped your cunt, hon. It damn sure won't be the last." He smacked his lips. "Best box lunch I ever had, bar none."
"I'm a sausage fanatic myself," Jill laughed as she grabbed Stu's stiff prick and hugged it to her tits. "Would you like me to eat yours again, darling?"
Stu winked at her. "I'd much rather do something else, Jill."
Jill's eyes showed slanted lights. "Like what?"
"Asshole," Stu replied. "I'd like to fuck your tight little asshole."
"I knew you were going to say that."
"You didn't look like you knew I was going to say that." Jill giggled, then sobered abruptly and said, "All right, darling, my ass is yours."
"It won't be as long as you've got it nailed to the mattress," Stu told her. "Dog-fashion is the only way to fly. Come on, baby."
Jill assumed an all-fours position in the middle of the rumpled bed and said tightly, "Start making like a pooch, darling." She shook her ass at him. "Growl and ream, you dirty old dog. Just don't hurt me." It was a silly thing to say; Stu had never in any way hurt her before.
Stu promised to be gentle and moved into position behind her. He took his rod in hand and touched the tip of his cock to her pouting asshole. Jill held her breath, waited. Stu took his time. He rubbed some spit on his prick, then asked, "All set, Lassie?"
"All set, Laddie."
Stu finished rubbing spit on his cock. He eased the knob forward and Jill felt it stretch and pass beyond her brownie. She dug her fingers into the wrinkled bedsheet and said breathlessly, "Slow and easy with that big piledriver of yours, darling. Don't bruise the merchandise."
Stu worked his throbbing shaft in and out of Jill's quivering asshole until she was nice and moist, almost all the way relaxed, and then he gripped her motionless hips and rammed his big cock all the way up her shit-chute.
Jill grunted as she experienced a brief twinge of pain, then shook her ass against the prick that filled it and panted, "You're in, big dog-all the way up to your hot balls. Now put the prick to my asshole. Do it fast, do it good. Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"
Then she started wriggling her ass. And bouncing her hips. Furiously. Up and down. Back and forth.
"Fuck the shit out of my ass!" Jill shrilled. "Do it, darling. Fuck the shit out of my ass! Ream me, ream me!"
Stu did. His fingers bit into the soft flesh of her pumping hips and his mouth made contact with the back of her neck, tongue licking. Jill fisted more of the wrinkled bedsheet and listened to the animalistic grunts that belched out of Stu as he continued to saw his long fat cock in and out of her tingling asshole.
"Soon," Jill told Stu as she made her hips move faster. "A few more lunges into my asshole with this big prick of yours and I'll blow my mind .. . and my pussy."
"I'm close, too," Stu croaked as he rammed his cock back and forth in her ass-tunnel. "It's getting good to me. So damn damn good to me!
I'm . . . almost . . . ready .. . to . . . pop . . . my .. . nuts!"
"Pop, you deliciously long-dicked darling," Jill encouraged, aware that talking dirty to Stu always helped to create a fast finish. "Shoot a big, hot load of jizz up my asshole! Come, darling, come!"
A moment later Stu did.
And then he relaxed.
"Beautiful," Jill murmured as Stu's softening cock wormed its way clear of her snapping asshole. "Simply beautiful."
"For me, too," Stu said brokenly as he watched his jizz run out of Jill's asshole. "Did you cream?"
"If I didn't, then what I feel running out of my cunt and down my inner thighs is awful thick piss."
Stu slapped her playfully on the ass, chuckled. "You've got to be the freakiest cunt I have-" He stopped talking as a car horn shattered the night outside, and held its sound as if someone didn't know how to let loose of it.
Jill twisted to a sitting position, grimaced as more of his cock-juice oozed out of her asshole, then frowned and said, "Isn't that your Jeep's horn Stu?"
"Damn sure is," Stu replied as he hopped out of bed and ran outside, with Jill hot on his heels. "The bastard must have shorted out."
There was no short. The Jeep's horn had been deliberately jammed. Jill waited until Stu unjammed it before she said, "Looks as if you've got a burglar and a practical joker on your ass, darling."
"Practical joker, your cunt," Stu snapped. "Take a look at the wheels, and you'll see what I mean. All four tires have been slashed to ribbons!"
Jill looked at him curiously. "I don't understand this a bit, darling. You don't have any enemies around here that I know of."
"I've got one now."
"Who?"
Stu shook his head. "I think I'll get Ben Luray on the horn and let him worry about finding the son of a bitch."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The kitchen was as empty as the rest of the house when Darlene came into it, wearing a powder-blue terrycloth robe over her half-bra and matching white panties. The robe parted as she moved towards the always ready coffee urn, exposing her thighs and the webbing of her bikini panties to the noonday sunlight that flooded the room. She glanced out the window as she filled a cup with coffee, and noted that the van was missing from its usual place in the front yard. A frown wrinkled her brow as she crossed over to the table and plopped her shapely ass down in the nearest chair. Where the fuck was everybody?
The note she discovered between the salt and pepper shakers a moment later gave her the answer. Someone had slashed Stu Morgan's Jeep tires last night. They were driving him into Timber City to get some new ones. The note had been scribbled by Maria.
Darlene was surprised that Tiger Willow had gone with them. This made the first time since she had brought him to the ranch. He had turned down all previous invitations to go to Timber City, once so angrily she had concluded that he was afraid to go there and be- She stopped thinking about the slightly inconsistent Tiger Willow as knuckles rattled the back door and a familiar voice called through the wood, "Anybody home?"
"Just little old me," Darlene said as she opened the door to admit Clint Yeager. "Come in and take a load off your feet. Cup of coffee?"
Clint Yeager shook his head as he heeled the door shut behind him. "I wouldn't pass up a cold beer if you happened to have one handy, my big-titted friend."
"We have. Can or bottle?"
"Can."
Darlene felt Clint's hot eyes on her rippling ass as she went to the refrigerator and plucked out a pint-sized can of Budweiser. A smile curved her lips. Clint was never satisfied with just a look. Ten to one the raunchy old rascal was coming up with a vicious hard-on from eyeballing her robe-covered ass-cheeks, and the odds were greater that she would wind up softening it in some way before he returned home.
"Is this a social call or are you here on business?" Darlene asked as she turned to face Clint Yeager again, glance dropping to his crotch, finding his impressive prick hard and ready for action. "If you're interested in buying a bull with no nuts, we've got one we're willing to sell cheap."
"No, thanks," Clint laughed, then sobered abruptly. "I saw that mean son of a bitch in the corral as I drove up. Don't want no part of him unless he shows up on a plate next to some mashed potatoes. That mother humper looks more vicious every fucking time I see him."
"The way Tiger keeps aggravating the bastard, it's a wonder he isn't completely insane."
"Fucking with that bull is bad shit," Clint said. "Animals are like people when it comes to remembering hurts. He ever busts loose and catches your boy, he'll wipe his ass right out of existence."
Darlene kept her eyes glued to Clint's rock-hard cock. "I plan on talking to Tiger about it today."
"Make damn good and sure that hot-dog listens with both ears wide open when you do," Clint said truculently, then .changed the subject. "Your mother home?"
Darlene continued to admire his stiff prick, shook her head. "I'm here alone. Maria and the others took Stu Morgan into town to get a new set of tires for his Jeep."
"Stu sure as fuck needs a new set," Clint said harshly as he tossed his hat towards a nearby chair and shrugged out of his Levi's jacket. "Christ, what a mess!"
Darlene's eyes left Clint's hard cock and slowly crawled up to his weather beaten face. "You saw?"
"I rode out to Stu's place with Ben Luray last night. Ben was visiting me and Yvette when Billy Lone Arrow phoned to report what happened."
"Weird, huh?"
"Weird isn't the word for it, big tits." He paused to pop the top on his beer can, then grimaced. "Whoever did it must be a fucking psycho. Ben thinks so, too." He shrugged. "But that's his problem. I've got my own sack of rocks to carry. I have a new rug to lay in the front room for Yvette, and I can't do the fucking job by myself. That's what I wanted to see Maria about-to ask if she'd loan me your hired man to help me put down the rug." He paused, then added slyly, "I hear he's damn good at laying things."
"Tiger's good at laying girls," Darlene said as she watched Clint suck some beer out of the can and gulp it. "You can ask him how he does with rugs when he gets back from Timber City . . . unless you're in a hurry to leave here."
"Cut out with this hard-on?" Clint said as he set his beer on the big table behind him. A loud sigh leaked out of him. "Show a little mercy, will you, Darlene? Better still, show me your cunt and those big suckable tits of yours."
"Not until I find out if it's worth the effort," Darlene teased as she reached for the stiff cock that was straining to break free of his tight pants. "Let's hope so. After nothing but Elke's tongue and Tiger-meat for the past few days, a change of diet will do me good."
Clint moaned and broke out in an instant sweat as Darlene's hand found his cloth-covered prick. Her football-sized jugs hit and turned pneumatic against his chest as their mouths met in a hungry kiss. She tightened her fingers around Clint's cock and felt it tremble in her hand, almost as if it were getting ready to shoot a big load of come. This she didn't want. Not yet. Quickly she ran down his fly and jerked his stiff and dripping prick out of his pants. She skinned it back to expose his pink cock-head, then tickled the pounding shaft with her red-tipped fingers and made him shiver again.
Clint ripped his mouth away from hers and said raggedly, "Nobody can play with a prick the way you do, Darlene. Do it some more."
She looked into his eyes. "Geared up as you are, that might not be a very smart thing for me to do, Clint. I don't want you to shoot off in my hand."
"I won't," Clint promised. "I'll hold my load until you're ready to take it in your cunt, mouth or asshole, only play with my prick a little more. Turn me on like you always do with your hand. Please?"
"All right, you crazy bastard," Darlene laughed, "I'll turn you on with my hand."
The tips of her pointed fingernails traced livid patterns down the length of Clint's heavily veined cock and made him shiver with lust. She kept her big tits flattened against his chest. Her cunt started to tingle and juice as she moved her hand down to the base of his impressive and palpitating prick. She shifted her grip and used his cock to push aside the flaps of her terrycloth robe. Clint's hands slid past her full hips and gripped her ass-cheeks as she tucked his prick between her thighs and squeezed it against the wet webbing of her bikini panties. She felt his hard cock pounding like a strong heart against the covered lips of her cunt and panted, "I can't take much more of this teasing shit, you long dicked son of a bitch. Climb out of your clothes, and let's start fucking!"
"'Right on, pussycat."
"Hurry, lover, hurry!" Darlene panted. "I'm burning up! I need your cock, I want your cock! Give it to me! Now!"
Clint backed away from Darlene and hurried out of his clothing, while Darlene stripped in a feverish frenzy. When Clint saw her standing there in all her naked glory, he dropped to his knees, grabbed her around her ample ass-cheeks and kissed her resoundingly on her puffy cunt-lips. Then his puckered and searching lips found and trapped her tumescent boy-in-the-boat, and the violent suck he gave it jolted her like an electric prod and gave her a quick but mild come. Cunt-juice dripped out of her snatch and Clint quickly moved his sucking mouth to catch and eat her juice before it dried on her inner thighs or hit the kitchen floor.
Lips worked and his tongue darted in and out of her cunt with great precision and speed. He lapped her box like a starved cat going after a bowl of milk, making strange animal sounds in the thick silence that was broken at irregular intervals by Darlene's ragged breathing.
Finally she couldn't stand his tongue in her cunt any more. She pushed his sweaty face away from between her legs and dropped to the floor. She stretched out on her back, tits aimed towards the high ceiling, scissored her legs and panted, "Climb into the saddle and fuck me with that hard fat cock of yours, lover. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Clint crawled into position between her yawning legs and rubbed his stiff prod over her quivering belly as he asked, "Where do you want this dick of mine, Darlene? Shoved up your asshole?"
Naked tits bucked as she hissed, "No, in the cunt. Ram that big beautiful prick of yours up my pussy and fuck the juice out of it. Give my box everything you've got, balls and all. Fuck me, fuck me!"
A loud grunt ripped out of Darlene's throat as Clint slammed his cock into her slobbering cunt, all the way to the balls. The pain passed quickly, and now passion rocked her system. She coiled her legs around Clint's pumping ass-cheeks, pulled his sweaty face hard against her big tits and shrieked, "Pour the prick to my pussy, lover! Fuck me hard, fuck me good! Mix your hot come with mine! Fuck meeee!"
Clint sucked the elongated nipple of Darlene's left tit into his mouth and raked it with his teeth. Simultaneously his hands slipped past her grinding hips and gripped the cheeks of her moving ass. He jammed a long finger up her asshole and made her grunt again.
Darlene threw her cunt up to the cock that filled it and panted, "Suck me, ream me, fuck me! Goddamn, that feels so fucking good! Sock it to me with your fuck-stick, big boy! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Clint wriggled the long fat finger he had jammed up Darlene's tight little asshole. The hard finger squirming in Darlene's asshole filled her with the sudden urge to shit, but the urge passed as quickly as it came, and once again she went berserk with lust. She was not alone in her madness. Clint climbed the invisible wall of passion with her. It was green light all the way. Naked bodies writhed, legs became entangled around each other, tits flattened against his chest, cunt slammed into the throbbing cock that filled it. She twisted, hips jerking, an animal sound darting from between her clenched teeth. Lust clotted her voice as she unclenched her teeth and cried out, "Give me your finger, give me your cock! Pour it to my ass and cunt! Fuck me, ream me! Make me come, you sweet son of a bitch, make me come!"
"Yes, Clint said raggedly, "come!" His prick sawed in and out of Darlene's wet and snapping pussy as she moaned and met him lunge for lunge, again screaming suddenly at the top of her lungs, "A few more hard jabs with that big fucking dick of yours and I'm going to juice my cunt all over it, lover! I can feel the come getting ready to break free of my pussy. Keep stabbing me with that sweet prick of yours. Pop the come out of my burning snatch. Ah, ah, I'm getting there! Creaming, creaming..."
Clint trapped the nipple of her left breast between his lips, gave it a quick violent suck, then spat it out and rasped, "I'm going to blow my load, baby! Ready?"
"Go, go!"
Darlene tightened her slippery cunt-lips around Clint's buried prick and a pulse beat later he shot his wad. She erupted at 'the same time. A loud scream jumped out of her throat as her pussy exploded in a violent come to hit and mingle with the hot and thick load of cream Clint's dick was shooting into her guts. She pressured her legs around his pumping ass and milked wad after wad of juice from his gushing cock, until Clint sagged into a liquid heap on top of her and rasped, "That's it, there's no more! Not one more drop of cum left to squirt into your hot cunt!"
Darlene shuddered to a standstill and loosened her arms and legs from around Clint. She waited for the room to stop spinning like a crazy toy top; it finally did. She sighed luxuriously as Clint pulled his finger out of her asshole, then rolled clear of her hot, wet body and sat up beside her to wipe the shit from his middle index.
She smiled at him over the tingling peaks of her dancing tits and purred, "You certainly gave me a big come that time, lover."
"I didn't do too fucking bad for myself," Clint replied as he wobbled to his feet and reached for the can of beer on the table. He made a face.
"Thought my damn balls were going to crack wide open like a pair of breakfast eggs when I got my rocks off."
Darlene's tits shook with laughter. "I can believe that, you bastard. The way your prick-juice is running out of my cunt, you must have popped a whole fucking gallon into my guts."
"I'm a real bull, huh?"
"A real bull, lover. Not like the one you palmed off on Elke." She sat up and grimaced as she felt more of his jizz spurt out of her expertly fucked pussy. "Christ, the loads you dump when you blow your nuts, and as young as Yvette is, it's a damn wonder you don't have a whole front yard filled with kids."
"No chance of that happening with Yvette-no matter who throws a fuck into her cunt." He sucked some beer from the can and swallowed it before he continued. "Yvette had herself fixed so she couldn't have any kids long before I ever met her. Way this world is going to hell in a handbasket, it's just as well."
"That's no shit," Darlene agreed. "And as far-" She stopped talking as the wall phone rang, and reached for it.
"Crocker ranch . . . Yes, Yvette, Clint's here . . . I'll tell him." She hung up and told Clint, "Better haul ass home, lover. Someone cut your fence and you've got cattle running all over hell."
Clint Yeager dressed hurriedly and took off in his pickup like a bat out of hell. Darlene wiped her soggy cunt and sticky legs with a kitchen towel as she stood at the window and watched him disappear in a cloud of exhaust fumes, and she was still standing there when Tiger Willow entered through the back door and asked, "What the fuck did you do to that horny old bastard-put turpentine on his asshole?"
Darlene whirled, eyes widening in surprise. She ignored his question and said, "I thought you went to town with the others."
His eyes watched her naked tits jiggle. "No way."
She looked at him curiously. "Since it's obvious that you didn't go to town, where the hell have you been all morning, Tiger?"
He reached down to scratch his balls. "Hiking. I like to walk through the woods. A guy can do a lot of good thinking when there's nobody around to fuck with his mind."
Darlene frowned as she knifed forward to retrieve her panties from the floor. "Someone trying to fuck with yours?"
A strange expression fleeted through Tiger's eyes and a hint of sulkiness edged his voice. "Jill seems to be."
Darlene held the panties in front of her hairy cunt like a curtain and felt mild annoyance. "Oh? What makes you think so?"
"She shacked up with that Morgan character last night."
"So?"
Tiger stopped scratching his nuts and said harshly, "I was supposed to fuck and suck with her today, that's what's so. Jill should have stayed home last night to rest up for the games we were going to play. It's as if she went to that Morgan son of a bitch to keep from making it with me."
"So what?" Darlene snapped, suddenly angry. "If Jill prefers Stu Morgan's tongue or cock to yours, that's her business." She stopped holding the panties in front of her bushy cunt and tossed them on the table. Her voice hardened as she lit into him. "You don't own Jill, Tiger. You don't own any of us." She paused to take a deep breath that rocked her tits. "If you think you do, you'd better get your fucked-up head rewired."
She silenced him with a glance. "Let me clue you in on something else while I'm wound up, baby. This slow but steady push-push you've been doing ever since I brought you here hasn't gone unnoticed by any of us. Take a bit of friendly advice and back the fuck off, or you'll find yourself standing on the side of the nearest road with your thumb out again. Dig?"
Anger drained the blood from Tiger's handsome face and Darlene saw his big hands bunch into fists. He lifted them as though to strike her. She held her ground, long-nippled tits rising and falling, a bit frightened and unsure of him for the first time. Tension held for a few more seconds. Then Tiger suddenly seemed to deflate. His hands unclenched and dropped to his sides, and his voice was apologetic. "Don't be pissed off with me, Darlene. And don't kick me out. I'll be different from now on. No more push-push. I'm sorry."
Darlene's apprehension and anger evaporated as she watched Tiger wilt before her like day-old lettuce. She looked at him curiously. Acting meek was way out of character for this young dude. She had expected him to come unglued and hurt her. Why hadn't he? Was it because she had threatened to kick his ass off the ranch? A heavy sigh disturbed her naked tits. Something about Tiger was beginning to bug the hell out of her ...
Tiger jarred into Darlene's thoughts by touching her tits with his hands and saying, "Let's forget what just came down between us and have some fun, babe."
She made no move to push his hands away from her boobs, shook her head. "I've already had some cock this morning, Tiger. I don't feel up to taking yours."
"You don't have to take it." He tried for a smile that didn't quite make the grade. "I know how much you enjoy having your cunt lapped by Elke. Tongue turns you on better than cock."
"Does that bug you, too?"
Tiger continued as though she hadn't interrupt' ed. "Maybe I don't eat pussy as well as Elke, but I'd sure as shit like to chow down on yours right now. May I?"
Darlene had the distinct impression that Tiger was deliberately trying to distract her, but for the moment she was willing to let him. There would be time enough to do some thinking about this slightly strange cat later. The thing to do now was keep his head on straight until the others got home from town. Working this prick into another lather could result in some unpleasant consequences.. .
Tiger sounded like a bad echo as he cut into her thoughts again by saying, "I really do want to suck the cream out of your beautiful cunt, Darlene. Don't turn me down. Let me eat your snatch. Please let me lap your delicious cunt."
"You'll find some of Clint Yeager's juice mixed in there with mine."
"I don't give a shit."
"All right, then," Darlene said almost malevolently as she placed her hands on Tiger's shoulders and quickly pressured him to his knees before her, "lap my cunt with your tongue."
"Spread your legs wider so I can get at it." Darlene smiled a secret smile as she scissored her thighs and pulled Tiger's face hard against her bushy pussy to let him gobble her twat. The instant his long tongue hit her clit she felt heat jump into her cunt. She let him suck and gnaw on her boy-in-the-boat for a few seconds before she pushed his head away and panted, "Hit the floor, baby. Stretch out on your back. I'm going to sit down on your face and dump a big load of pussy-juice down your throat."
Tiger flopped to his back. Darlene straddled his body and towered over him for a moment, looking down at his flushed face as though seeing it for the first time. There was a little curl of contempt on his lips, and some of the same emotion glinted in his eyes. She took a deep breath and thought, This boy has a vicious streak in him. It isn't something I can see but it's there. Threatening him today was a mistake. Now nothing will ever be the same between us again ...
"Your cunt," Tiger said harshly. "Bring your hairy cunt down here so I can suck and lick the cum out of it."
Darlene lowered her ass to his stomach and told him to play with her tits a little. Tiger obeyed. He kneaded her jugs for a minute or so. Then he trapped her jutting nipples between thumbs and forefingers and applied friction to them, saying, "Your nipples look like midget cocks. No wonder everybody wants to suck them. Bring them closer and let me rubble on them for a while."
"Another time," Darlene said as she pushed his hands away from her tits and came to her knees. She inched her way forward and dangled her hairy cunt over his face. A few seconds later she sat down and mashed her wet pussy-lips hard against his mouth, then hissed, "Come on, Tiger. Start licking and munching on the hair-pie I just gave you."
Tiger clutched her hips and rutted his long tongue up between the wet lips of her blazing cunt. Darlene grunted at the moment of impalement, then yelped in delight as his mouth turned into a suction cup to pull the come out of her guts.
"Far-out, Tiger," Darlene panted as she writhed and attempted to cram her turned-on cunt inside his working mouth. "One suck and you ripped a small gob of cum out of my box. Wild. Real wild. Use your mouth on me like that a few more times and I'll feed you a whole fucking mess of pussy-juice, you starved son of a bitch. Keep going. Yes, yes, like that! All, ah, it feels like my asshole's being pulled through my guts! No, don't stop! Suck, you miserable bastard, suck!"
Tiger responded to her voice. He sucked and used his long tongue on her pounding pussy. His fingers bit into her rocking hips, holding her cunt-lips tightly to his mouth as he licked and slurped her toward the powder keg of release . . .
"Gobble, Tiger, gobble!"
Tiger gobbled her pussy.
Noisily.
Darlene gripped the back of Tiger's skull and ground her bubbling cunt hard against his suctioning lips, held him tightly, and a moment later her whole being shuddered as the come ripped loose from her guts and spurted into his waiting mouth.
Loud animalistic sounds of pleasure jumped out of Darlene's throat as her pussy exploded with one fantastic climax after another, making her juices flow like a mountain stream during spring thaw, loading Tiger's mouth and forcing him to make loud gulping noises as he swallowed, swallowed, swallowed ...
"Eat, Tiger!"
Tiger did . ..
"Jesus Christ!" Tiger said breathlessly when Darlene finally finished getting her rocks off and moved her hairy cunt away from his flushed face. "Let my prick shrink to half its size if I'm lying, but that's the most juice I ever got from a snatch at one helping, and that includes Maria's." He licked her juices from his lips, grinned crookedly. "You were really ready to dump this time. More so than ever before. Why? What the fuck turned you on like that?"
Darlene's heavy tits bobbled as she swung clear of Tiger and stood up before she said with quiet vehemence, "Your mouth turned me on like that, big dude."
The grin dropped dead on Tiger's wet lips as he sat up and looked at her. "The way I used it?"
Darlene shook her head. "The way I kept you from growling by holding my cunt over it."
Tiger sat there and stared at her with open malice while he licked more of her twat-juice from his lips.
Darlene almost laughed at the malevolent expression on his face as she turned away from him and walked out of the kitchen. She knew he was pissed off. Tits bounced as she shrugged. Better to be pissed off than pissed on, she thought.
She climbed the stairs to her room and stretched out on the bed, tits pointed towards the ceiling. Drowsiness stole over her. She was almost asleep when she heard the bull roar out in the corral.
She hopped out of bed and moved towards the window, tits bucking. The bull screamed again before she reached it. She looked towards the corral and felt her guts tighten in anger. Tiger was jabbing at the roaring and pawing animal with a sharp pitchfork.
She raised the window and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Stupid son of a bitch! Get away from that bull before he comes over the fence and puts his horns to your vicious ass!"
Tiger tossed the pitchfork to the ground and walked off towards the timber, leaving a trail of laughter behind him.
CHAPTER NINE
Tiger Willow was splashing around inside the extra-large tub when Maria walked in on him and said, "I expected to find you and Darlene in here together, big boy. Any idea as to where the fuck she went?"
"Not an inkling," Tiger replied as he lifted his hard cock out of the water and proceeded to soap it. "All I heard from her earlier when I scarfed her cunt in the kitchen were moans and groans. She didn't say anything about taking off afterwards. The pickup gone?"
"No, it's out in the yard."
"Maybe she walked over to the Yeager place."
"She didn't," Maria said, her eyes on Tiger's beautiful hard-on. "We stopped there on our way back from town to help Clint round up his cattle and mend his fence. I just left there a couple of minutes ago."
"Maybe she took a walk over to your friend Stu Morgan's place," Tiger drawled as he applied more lather to his stiff prick by massaging it vigorously with both hands. "What the hell's so important about her whereabouts anyhow?"
"We're having a party here tonight."
"So?"
"Our beer and liquor supply is low and I don't feel up to driving into town again today," Maria told Tiger. "A pity you don't drive. Ah, well, I'll get Stu Morgan on the horn and ask him to go. Hang on to your cock but don't beat the come out of it. I'll be right back."
"Right on, baby."
Maria scooted into her bedroom and phoned Stu Morgan. Six rings later Elke's breathless voice came on the line.
"Is Darlene there?" Maria asked.
"I'm not breathing this hard from running, Mother," Elke giggled. "Big sister is right here with her face between my thighs and her tongue in my cunt. Do you want to talk to her?"
"Not while she's eating." She told Elke what she wanted, then said, "I'll expect you two back in time to help me prepare the food."
"We'll be there, Mother. Meanwhile, amuse yourself with the hired help." She hung up. " Maria turned away from the phone to find Tiger watching her from the doorway. He was naked, his stiff prick ready for action. He shook it at her and teased, "Why don't you get rid of those clothes you're wearing so I can feed you some meat, pretty mama?"
"I could use some," Maria laughed as she began to undress. She glued her eyes to his impressive cock and licked her ripe red lips in a lewd manner. "All I've had since you finished using your dick on me last night was one come from the tit-sucking Elke gave me on the way back from Timber City."
Tiger bared his teeth in a mirthless smile. "That chocolate-eyed little bitch sure likes her women. Christ, the way she sniffs after Darlene all the time you'd think they were confirmed lesbians."
"They're getting there."
Tiger's eyes left Maria's tits and jumped to her face. "Sounds like you approve of it."
Maria shrugged and made her big tits bounce. "Whatever makes them happy tickles the shit out of me, Tiger. Especially where you're concerned. Things do have a way of balancing out. Stu Morgan takes care of Jill, Elke and Darlene take care of each other, and I wind up having your long tongue and your fat juicy cock all to myself. How about that?"
Tiger gargled a laugh. "Yeah, how about that?"
Maria winked as she finished unbuttoning her jacket. Boobs jiggled again as she slipped and shrugged out of it. Tiger's eyes dropped from her face and followed every jiggle of her jugs. She wore no blouse today. Only a strapless nylon and scalloped lace half-bra that barely concealed the tips and lower halves of her firm and fantastic tits.
Sexy.
The word for Maria was sexy.
"Having and weaning three kids sure as shit didn't hurt those big, beautiful knockers of yours," Tiger remarked as he crossed the room, hard prick swaying, and lowered his naked ass to the edge of the bed. "They stick right out like they're proud to be tits. That's good. I hate women with flabby tits. I love yours."
"Better than Darlene's?"
"Fuck Darlene and the tongue she rode in on," Tiger growled, then grinned to take the sting out of his words. "What say we forget about her for now? This is supposed to be our party."
"Right on, Tiger," Maria agreed as she reached between her shoulder blades to loosen the clasp on the half-bra and tumble her tits into nakedness. "Our suck and fuck party."
Tiger chuckled and squirmed like a prairie dog with a bad case of piles. "Better shag ass or I'll start without you. This old cock of mine is dripping like a faucet."
"A few more seconds and your big fat prick can drip all the cum it wants," Maria said menacingly as she pushed her slacks downward, then knifed forward to step out of them. She felt her cunt spasm with a mild orgasm as she repeated the same motion with her bikini panties, and when she straightened to face Tiger again, she was naked. A deep breath shook her large firm boobs and she released it slowly before she made a beckoning gesture with her fingers and purred, "Deliver that beautiful, huge hunk of prick-meat over here, Tiger."
Tiger laughed as he jumped to his feet and delivered his nine inches of cock to Maria. They collided in mid room. He locked his arms around her slender waist and rubbed his dripping dick all over her cunt fur while his mouth zeroed in on hers.
Maria shivered as her tits flattened against his chest and his prick mauled her pussy-mop, then sucked his tongue inside her mouth and milked it with her sharp white teeth.
Tiger jerked his flushed face away from hers and said raggedly, "I can't take much more of this shit, Maria. Let's hit the mattress and start fucking up a storm."
Maria hopped into bed and stretched out on her back, then tugged Tiger into position between her yawning legs. She writhed, hips jerking, an animal moan darting from between her slightly parted lips. Her tits surged upward, firm and high, pushing towards his passion-twisted face as she panted, "Now, Tiger. Ram your big cock up my cunt and flush my guts with a nice hot load of jizz. Do it, Tiger. Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
Tiger guided the plump knob of his prick to the wet lips of her cunt, then shoved it home. Maria coiled her legs around his ass and drew his cock all the way into her hole, right up to the sac that contained his big hot balls. Immediately her hips and ass came alive with motion, grinding and twisting to rip loose the load of thick hot jizz from the throbbing dick that filled her snapping pussy.
"Go, Tiger," Maria hissed as his prick sawed in and out of her cunt with pistonlike precision. "Fuck me, cream me! Yes, yes, like that! Ah, I'm almost ready to have my first climax. Don't let me juice by myself! Come with me, lover, come with me! Scorch my guts with your cock-juice, Tiger! Come, come, come with me!"
"I will, Maria, I will!"
"Fuck me harder!" Maria screamed as her hips ground away at the cock that filled her cunt. "Ram that big dick of yours deep in my snatch and make it beg for mercy. Harder! HARDER!"
Tiger's body pounded against hers. His big hands stroked her tits, his fingers tweaked her tingling nipples, and now she was in a state of complete helplessness. His cock hammered in and out of her cunt. Maria moaned, clawed, and chanted obscenities that would have made a cab driver blush.
"Come, you son of a bitch!" Maria shrieked at the top of her lungs. "Give me a whole bucketful of jizz! Pour it to me, pour it to me! Pop your wad and flood my cunt, you big son of a bitch! Pop, damn you, pop!"
"It won't be long now," Tiger rasped as he looked down at Maria's passion-twisted face and saw her eyes glaze, and then turn completely blank as her passion dissolved into the sweetness of climax. He rammed his cock deep in her tight yet slippery cunt and panted, "I can't hold back very much longer!"
"Don't hold back, you vicious bastard!" Maria hissed as she pumped her hips and ass at breakneck speed around and over his prick. "Give me your load. Shoot it into my guts! Ah, I'm coming, Tiger! I'M COOOMMMIIINNGG!!"
Maria tightened her legs around Tiger's perspira-tion-slick ass-cheeks. The aching nipples of her rioting tits stabbed at his chest as she strained her slimy cunt-lips over the prick that filled her. Tiger's own masculine response was immediate, and a heartbeat later they blended their juices.
"I love to feel your hot cum hit the back of my cunt," Maria said raggedly as her pussy-lips sucked to get every drop of fluid out of Tiger's dick. "Like liquid fire splashing all over my guts. So beautiful. So fucking fucking beautiful.. ."
A few convulsive seconds later Tiger lay spent on top of Maria, his sweaty face buried between her equally sweaty tits, his prick still buried deep in her cream-loaded cunt.
"Thanks, baby" Maria said dreamily, then smiled as she felt Tiger's cock-juice drain out of her thoroughly fucked pussy to stain the wrinkled bedsheet. She loosened her legs from around his perspiration-drenched ass to liberate him. "Now why don't we take five for a drink and a smoke before we put an end to our private little party by doing a sixty-nine?"
"Sounds hke a winner," Tiger grinned as he came to a kneeling position between her relaxed legs. His softening cock slipped out of her soggy cunt. He swung out of the perfumed saddle and said, "Stay put, hot-box. I'll get the booze and the cigarettes."
Maria felt more of Tiger's cum run out of her cunt as she sat up and reached for a box of Kleenex. She grabbed a handful and proceeded to mop her pussy, then stopped suddenly as the telephone rang. The caller was Stu Morgan.
"I need a favor," Stu told her. "The girls and I are ready to go to town to pick up the party booze. With all the weird shit that's been going on around here, and me with my dogs still at the kennels, I was wondering if you could send Tiger over to keep an eye on the place until we get back."
"He'll be there in five minutes, Stu. Take off." She broke the connection and hopped out of the sack with bouncing tits. She crossed over to her walk-in closet and produced a change of clothing that had belonged to her last husband. She tossed them at Tiger and said, "You can wear this outfit to the party tonight, love. Climb into them now and go over to Stu Morgan's place. He wants you to watch the place until he gets back from town."
"And so much for eating your cunt while you suck my cock," Tiger grumbled as he slipped into the tailor made Western shirt and proceeded to snap the buttons into place. "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you come along with me to Stu Morgan's, and we can get it on there."
"I don't think I'd better," Maria said as she glanced at the digital clock. "I lose all track of time when I get near that juicy prick of yours."
Tiger slipped one leg into the tailored pearl-gray slacks and grinned at her. "What's wrong with that?"
Maria watched Tiger tug the slacks up towards his dangling prick. "I have four hours and a million things to do before the party starts, that's what's wrong."
Tiger fisted his dick and started to cram it in his pants, then paused in mid motion. "Why don't you cancel the party?"
"What the fuck for?" Maria said as she walked up to Tiger and took his cock out of his hand. She felt it twitch, then stretch and harden in her grip as she continued. "The girls and I like to throw parties. Ours are always real blasts. We eat, drink and orgy until the sun rises the next morning. A real free for all, Tiger. You'll like it." She gave his now hard cock a few fast strokes. "So will this big bastard I'm holding in my hot little hand."
Tiger's pants dropped down to his ankles as he placed his hands on Maria's shoulders and pressured her to her knees before him. "Who all's coming to this bash, hot mama?"
"Just Stu Morgan and the Yeagers," Maria replied as she skinned his rod back to expose his cock-head. "All friends. All swingers."
"I've never met any of them," Tiger said as Maria planted a butterfly kiss on the knob of his swollen cock and made him tremble all over. "I hope they're nice people."
Maria scooped his hot balls into her left hand. "They'll like you and you'll like them, Tiger. Especially Yvette Yeager. I'll lay odds she ends up hanging onto your cock before she finishes her first drink."
"Sounds like I'm in for a rough night," Tiger laughed as he grabbed Maria by the back of the head and pressed the tip of his oozing prick to her lower jaw. "That being the case, maybe I should save this load you're getting ready to suck out of me until then."
"Like fuck you will," Maria hissed as she wet her lips and moved the knob into position. "This meal of cum is mine, all mine."
"Then take it."
Maria ovaled her ripe red lips and took the knob of his prick inside her mouth. She felt Tiger tremble as she tightened her lips around his big dick, then did some quivering of her own as her cunt threatened to get rid of a small batch of cum. She waited for the spasm to pass. Then she shocked Tiger's cock-head with her eager tongue, and momentarily she was blowing the hell out of his prick.
"Your mouth's getting to me, you beautiful cock-sucking bitch," Tiger said gratingly as he dug his fingernails into the back of Maria's skull. "Suck, pig, suck! That's it. Harder, harder! Now make me blow! Do it, you sweet cock-sucker, take me all the way!"
Maria closed her eyes and palmed Tiger's hot and sweaty balls. She mashed her naked tits against his right thigh, and worked like mad to make him pop his nuts. Nothing happened. She wanted his jizz. She went after it. Her neck craned and the entire length of his nine-inch prick found its way down into the depths of her throat. There was a tickling sensation that produced mild nausea, but a whisper later the feeling passed into limbo as his wet and heavy balls came into contact with the point of her chin.
She came to a standstill. Tiger came a little unglued.
"Don't just kneel there with my dick down your throat," he said harshly. "Suck, pig, suck!"
Maria toyed with his big wet balls and proceeded to suck and gnaw him toward a thick and juicy come. She made a whimpering sound as Tiger fisted her shell-like ears, but she kept nursing and teething on his meat. She moved her head back and forth in a gliding manner, her lips tense as she permitted his pounding and dripping prick to slither in and nearly out of her working mouth, and presently Tiger's twitching body warned her that momentarily he would be ready to flood her mouth with fuck-fluid.
"That's more like it, you beautiful cock-sucking bitch," Tiger said gratingly as he tightened his grip on her ears. "Keep sucking on my cock like that. I'm about ready to explode with a great big load of cum. Keep sucking, bitch, keep sucking . . ."
Tiger's prick was slippery with his cum and her own spit. Maria made loud smacking and gurgling sounds as it slithered to and fro between her tight red lips. She increased the pressure of her tits against his thighs. Tiger gripped the back of her head again and crammed his cock inside her mouth; the tip of it slid down her throat. A heartbeat later he got his rocks off. She shuddered as his prick-juice splashed to fill her mouth, and then she stopped trembling and busied herself with swallowing every thick and delicious drop of his jizz ...
Maria permitted his softening cock to slip from between her cum-wet lips. Tiger thrust his balls against her mouth. She knew what he wanted. She gave it to him. She kissed his slimy ball-sac. Then her pink tongue flicked out to lick the sweat and the stray droplets of jizz until the bag containing his nuts turned dry as parchment.
Finished, she sat back on her heels, looked up at Tiger and said, "There, that should hold you until Yvette Yeager hauls your ashes at the party tonight."
Tiger locked glances with her. His eyes were troubled. "Do I have to attend the party?"
"You have to make this one. I'm giving it in your honor. Besides, I did so much bragging about you to Yvette Yeager today, she's simply dying to meet you."
Tiger pulled his dropped pants into place again, crammed his flaccid prick behind them and zipped his fly, then said, "What happens if I don't want to play with Yvette?"
Maria stood up, tits bouncing as she laughed. "You'll play, Tiger. I know you and I know Yvette Yeager. She reeks of animal sensuality. You won't be able to resist her. Neither will your cock. You'll see." She paused for breath. "But enough of this shit. I keep talking and pretty soon I'll be back at your prick again. There isn't time for another fuck or suck session with you." She pointed dramatically towards the door. "Get going!" Tiger went.
CHAPTER TEN
The party was all the way in high gear when Yvette Yeager arrived at the Crocker house, her bald cunt hot and ready for action with one Tiger Willow. A naked and slightly mussed Jill met her at the front door and nudged a drink into her hand.
"Just what I need," Yvette laughed as an equally naked Stu Morgan walked up to join them, his long, fat, hard prick preceding him. "I'm already half-snockered from the drinks I had at home. Sort of priming the pump to get in the mood. Where the fuck is this Tiger cat Maria bragged about so much this afternoon? I'm hot to make his acquaintance."
"His acquaintance isn't the only thing you're hot to make," Jill giggled as she trapped Stu Morgan's rigid prick in her right hand, to use as a lead rope when they moved away from Yvette. "He's around somewhere. Try by the swimming pool."
Yvette turned to step out into the night and Stu said, "The quickest way to reach the pool is through the kitchen."
"Right."
Yvette downed most of her drink and wobbled off in search of Tiger Willow. She expected to find the kitchen deserted, but when she reached the doorless doorway, she came upon her husband putting his cock to Maria Crocker's asshole.
Yvette stood unobserved in the doorway and watched them have at it. The crotch of her panties threatened to strangle her bald cunt as she looked and listened. Maria was puffing and grinding and as Yvette watched Clint's big dick saw in and out of the asshole it was reaming, she could understand why Maria grunted like a kicked pig each time he buried his cock deep in her bowels-her husband was hung like a prize stallion.
Getting fucked in the ass by Clint usually produced more than grunts. Almost always after taking his prick in her asshole, she would barely make it to the can where shit and cum would pour out of her like crazy. Clint called this his enema special. Now, thinking about this, Yvette smiled and wondered if Clint would make Maria shit after he finished the long fuck he was throwing into her tight little asshole.
Maria and Clint were going at it standing up, an awkward position that didn't seem to bother them in the least. Both were naked. Maria was draped over the long kitchen table, both feet on the floor, her big tits flattened against the table top. Clint was gripping her shaking hips as he pounded the prick to her asshole. His cock backed out, then shot in again, and with each inward thrust Maria grunted and worked her hips faster and faster, until Clint locked his dick deep in her asshole and filled it with his usual thick and generous load of jizz.
"Damn, damn, damn," Yvette heard Maria chant, "your cock-juice is hot as hell!"
"You like it," Clint croaked as he withdrew his already softening prick from Maria's asshole. "You know you like it, you tight-assed bitch."
"Ah, you're so right, lover," Maria laughed. "I love the feel of a man's cum squirting into my shit-chute and burning the hell out of my guts. I always did, I always will."
Yvette stood still unobserved and watched Clint's cock-fluid trickle out of Maria's asshole and stain her inner thighs, and sight of her husband's prick-juice increased the heat she was feeling in her own hungry cunt.
She waited until she heard them declare a time-out before she cleared her throat and said, "You hold up a lot better under Clint's cock than I do when he shoves it up my ass, Maria. When he fucks me there, I usually wind up shitting like crazy."
"Clint came pretty fucking close to making me do that this time," Maria said on the heel of a giggle, then sobered abruptly. "I'm glad you finally made it, Yvette. Tiger has been waiting to meet his new playmate so long he's probably down with a bad case of rock-nuts."
"I know the feeling," Yvette hissed as she stepped over to the burdened table and mix herself a fresh drink. "Is he still in the swimming room?"
Maria looked towards the enclosed pool and shook her head. "All the heat Clint and I generate here in the kitchen must have driven him another part of the house. You might try the porch. Tiger likes to loaf on it when he's alone."
Yvette staggered a little as she retraced her steps through the huge living room and stepped out or the long and railed front porch, where she found Stu Morgan instead of Tiger Willow. She thou; he was alone and stepped towards him. A second later she froze in her tracks and took another lo A smile curved her lips. Stu was not alone. Crocker was kneeling before him, her lips make lewd smacking sounds as she went through expert motions of eating Stu's magnificent cc The gobbling redhead didn't see Yvette, but did, and a sly exaggerated wink told her that he didn't mind her watching while Jill went down on him.
Yvette downed the rest of her drink and ec closer, utterly fascinated by the enormity of Morgan's prick, and the goodly amount of it somehow managed to take and hold in her n mouth while she worked to suck and gnaw a of cum out of it.
Yvette watched Stu push hard against the back of Jill's head, then heard him rasp, "Suck it baby, suck away. Now you're getting with it, I am almost there. It won't be long now. A few more sucks and I'll give you a taste of my jizz."
Jill sucked. Loudly. Greedily. Until Stu Morgan creamed his cock.
The wet webbing of Yvette's bikini panties became glued to her bald cunt as she stood in the half-shadows and watched Stu twitch and fire a load of cum into Jill's prick-filled mouth. She didn't see Jill spit out anything after Stu's cock finished gushing and left her mouth, and Yvette concluded that the long-legged redhead had gulped every drop Stu had fired into her.
Stu patted Jill on the top of her head, and Yvette heard him say, "You're getting better and better at sucking a cock, baby."
Jill scrambled to her feet and licked a stray droplet of jizz from the corner of her mouth before she said breathlessly, "A cock-sucker is only as good as the tool she has to work with, darling. Yours is top drawer. You're as virile as a brush rabbit, and that's no shit-you really are potent." She smacked her lips. "When you pop, you really load my mouth with jizz. And I do mean load. I enjoyed every ounce of it, but I'm still hungry for more prick. Should I hang around this limp beauty of yours until it rises to the occasion once more, or should I go on the prowl for Tiger's tool?"
Stu's teeth flashed whitely in the moonlight. "What do you suppose Yvette Yeager would think about your muscling in on her like that?"
"Why the fuck don't I ask her?" Jill replied as she turned towards the patch of darkness where Yvette was standing and called softly, "How would you feel if I went to the hunt and bagged your Tiger?"
Yvette stepped out of the half-shadows with a loud laugh and closed the narrow gap that lay between them in three strides. She took a deep breath that shook her sharply pointed tits and said almost disgustedly, "What's to feel? I'm beginning to think there is no Tiger in this jungle."
"There is now," Stu said as Tiger Willow emerged from inside the house and trotted up to join them, naked except for the pair of Jockey shorts that were stretched out of proportion by his massive hard-on. "Yvette, meet the elusive Tiger. And now that you two have been introduced, you're on your own. Let's move out of here before the cock and cunt cum starts flying, Jill."
They left.
Yvette admired Tiger's covered prick for a moment, then lifted her eyes to the almost girlishly beautiful young man's face and said, "You look strangely familiar to me, Tiger, and I'm not talking about your big stiff cock. Haven't we met before?"
Tiger grinned. "You look a bit familiar to me, too, but I know damn well I never laid eyes on you till now." He nodded at her empty glass. "Can I get you another drink?"
Yvette made a sour face. "Hot as I am, the only liquid refreshment I want will have to come out of your cock, Tiger."
"Talk is one thing, action another, baby," Tiger said as he let his eyes go down to the tilt of her well-developed tits and to the hips that filled out her tight skirt. "You'd better do more than look before you leap. Why don't you touch my prick and measure it with your fingers before you come on any stronger?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Yvette said as she pushed his shorts down and gripped his cock with both hands. She pumped it a few times and felt her hand turn slippery. A giggle ripped out of her throat. "Juicy bastard, isn't it?"
Tiger shuddered and bared his teeth in a wolfish grin. "Keep playing with me like that and you'll really make my dick spit cum, baby."
Yvette's slender fingers tightened around his dripping cock as she said, "As long as it spits in me, not on me." She paused for breath, then hugged his prick with greater tenacity and hissed, "Do it, Tiger. Feed me your cock. I don't give a shit which hole you stick first-just give me your dick."
Tiger hesitated, then pushed her hands away from his cock and skinned out of his shorts. He lifted his big hands to her rioting tits and manipulated them with his strong fingers. Silence closed in on them. Tiger massaged her boobs slowly, tenderly, and afterwards he opened the front of her blouse. Yvette's glance dropped to watch her braless jugs dance into naked view. Tiger palmed them for the second time and his hands sent a hot bolt of electricity shooting between her legs.
Yvette gasped, then told Tiger how wonderful it felt to have him toy with her tits, that it made her feel creamy all over, and as she talked she again fisted and proceeded to play with his proud prick.
Tiger brought his hands to a standstill on her tingling tits and rasped, "I like these big knockers of yours, Yvette."
"Don't like them, love them." Tiger laughed and helped Yvette out of her blouse. Then he loosened the zipper on her skirt and forced it downward until it dropped to floot into a puddle of cloth around her trim ankles.
Yvette stood trembling with passion and waited for Tiger to lower and remove her bikini panties The thought of having met this young man before no longer bugged her, for the stiff and pulsating cock filling both hands now made her oblivious t everything except her own immediate yearning t have it buried deep in her cunt.
Blood bubbled in Yvette's veins as she watched Tiger's slightly quaking fingers slide into the elastic waistband of her panties and take them down over her jerking hips. Her pussy having been shaved by her brother Ben over a week ago, was scarcely beyond the peach-fuzz stage, but it elicited no comment from Tiger Willow.
He followed Yvette's panties down to her ankle and it was with great reluctance that she permits his prick to escape from the prison of her hand. She lifted one foot, then the other, and momentarily the panties were draped over the porch railing.
Tiger remained on his knees before her, his eyes glued to her almost bald cunt. Yvette seemed to sense the mood that rode him and said in a thick voice "Go ahead, Tiger, eat my pussy."
Tiger laughed and tickled her pouting naval with the tip of his tongue before he said, "Know something, Yvette? I think I will exercise my tongue inside your cunt before I fuck you."
"Do it."
Tiger didn't hesitate, but he did it his own way. He pressed his warm mouth to her imperceptibly rounded stomach and tongued her navel once more. Yvette's tummy muscles contracted as he licked her belly button. Her hands moved to clutch the back of his head. She pulled his face hard against her stomach, then forced it lower. Her down like cunt-hair caressed the right side of his suddenly hot face. She felt him tremble and wondered if the sweet smell of her pussy was making his blood jump the way hers was jumping, but she didn't ask.
Tiger turned his head to face Yvette's cunt, and a moment later his lips found her jutting clitoris and trapped it between them.
Yvette made a small whimpering sound the instant he rocked her blushing pink boy-in-the-boat. He raked it with his teeth and she whimpered again, louder this time. Yvette's mind whirled, her hands moved. Her long red fingernails clawed at Tiger's back. She was like an alley cat in heat, breath hissing from her throat, her scarlet nails continuing their clawing as she bucked forward and mashed the drooling lips of her cunt hard against Tiger's open and working mouth.
"Now, Tiger, now!" Yvette panted as she held his mouth to her boiling pussy. "Ram that long sweet tongue of yours inside my cunt and make me come! Yes, yes, like that! Eat, Tiger! Eat my cunt!"
Tiger Willow didn't speak. He couldn't. Tiger had a mouthful of melting pussy to keep him silent. Juicy pussy. Delicious pussy. He ate, and kept eating .. .
Yvette clawed and felt herself racing at breakneck speed toward an explosive climax that would soon flood Tiger's mouth.
"That's my sweet-tongued darling," Yvette purred as her slender hips jerked faster and faster. "Do your stuff. Tongue me, bite me, suck me! I'm almost there! No, I am there! Oooh, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Tiger trapped the snapping lips of Yvette's pussy with his mouth and locked his tongue deep within it. A moment later she erupted and rewarded him with her fluid. She flooded his mouth with her cum and Tiger held it to savor the taste of honey until the threat of overflow forced him to gulp, gulp, gulp . . .
Yvette rocked through a series of violent spasms, then came to a sudden standstill, but Tiger didn't stop licking and sucking and munching on her cunt. He put the tongue to her and licked and slurped and gnawed until the last hint of moisture vanished from the portals of her pussy. Then he ran his mouth over the inner flesh of her marble thighs and dried them, too. He shifted abruptly, then moved behind her and parted the twin loaves of her buns with his hands.
Yvette moaned in delight when Tiger bolted his tongue up her asshole, then shuddered her way through a second mind-bending come. Legs turned to rubber and she felt herself falling, but Tiger caught her in time and momentarily she found herself stretched out beside him.
Tiger's eyes probed the depths of hers as he asked anxiously, "Did I hurt you when I pushed my tongue up your asshole, Yvette?"
Yvette smiled loosely. "No, Tiger, you didn't hurt me. All you did was give me a second beautiful come."
"I'm glad, baby."
"So am I. And now I want to do something to make you rip up the porch floor with your toenails, Tiger. I want to take your big cock in my mouth and suck you off."
Tiger straddled her stomach and said thickly, "You can suck me off later, baby. I want to do something else first."
"A fuck?"
"Yeah, baby, a fuck. But not in the cunt."
Yvette looked at him curiously. "The only place left to stick your prick is up my asshole."
Tiger licked his lips. "Wrong, I don't want to fuck you in the ass. I want to fuck you between those sweet tits of yours . .."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Between the tits?" Yvette pouted prettily, then giggled. "Man, I haven't been fucked between the tits in ages. You're sure that's the next game you want to play with me, Tiger?"
"I'm positive. Will you let me fuck off a batch of cock-juice between your boobs?"
Yvette laughed and replied with motion. She reached for his rock-hard prick and tucked it between her hot and sweaty jugs. A moment later she lifted her head and flicked her tongue tip against the velvety knob. Then she pressed her tits together and trapped his heavily veined cock in the groove between them. She felt Tiger tremble with pleasure the instant his hammering dick made contact with her steaming tits, and she sensed that it wouldn't take long for this wild stud to hump and grunt his way into a healthy come between her big boobs.
Tiger's cock came alive and proceeded to slither back and forth between her tits, and with each forward thrust the tip of it came close enough to her lips so that she could flick out her tongue and taste his knob. For a minute or so she permitted him to do all of the work. Then, slowly, she began to knead her hot and sweaty tits against his oozing dick.
"Ah," Tiger said gratingly, "now I can feel those big knockers of yours, baby."
"And I can feel your prick pounding against them," Yvette panted as she waited to take another lick at his cock-head. "Let me know when you're going to blow your nuts so I can catch your cum in my mouth."
"I'll let you know," Tiger rasped, but he didn't.
Tiger's prick continued to glide back and forth between her tits, and breath ripped out of his throat in ragged blasts. A few strokes later he lost control and popped his balls.
Yvette's onyx eyes widened in surprise as the hot milky liquid gushed from Tiger's cock and splattered against her throat with angry force, over her tits, and even over the side of her face. She started to get pissed off, until Tiger said, "Oops!" and then her dark mood suddenly dissolved in rich laughter.
Tiger looked embarrassed as he lifted his no longer squirting prick from between her cum-stained tits and started to rise. Yvette caught his sagging dick in both hands and took the pink tip inside her mouth. Her tongue met and licked it.
Her tongue circled the slimy knob. She took more of his meat inside her mouth. The pink knob touched the back of her throat and for a hairy second she experienced the urge to puke, but the feeling passed quickly and now she sucked harder and harder on the magnificent and twitching cock between her tense lips.
"That's a good little cock-sucker," Tiger said approvingly. "Do your stuff. Make my dick hard again. Blow, pig, blow."
Yvette sucked and gnawed on Tiger's prick and felt it stretch and grow hard between her ripe red lips. She was attempting to take every inch of his cock inside her mouth when Tiger suddenly jerked it free and croaked, "Some other time, baby. Now I want to fill your cunt with my dick."
Air hissed between Yvette's teeth in a loud sign. "All right, Tiger, fuck me in the pussy."
Tiger rubbed his ass-cheeks over her stomach as he swung clear of her, then came to a kneeling position, gripped his cock to keep the knob from dragging on the floor, then said, "Spread your beautiful legs, you sexy bitch."
Yvette did.
Tiger scrambled between her scissored legs and admired her fuzzy-haired pussy for a few silent seconds before he said huskily, "You have a beautiful cunt, baby. Pink and juicy. And it looks nice and tight."
Yvette giggled. "It won't be so tight when you get through using your big prick on it."
"Damn sure won't, baby. Here we go."
Yvette felt his bloated cock pressing against the entrance to her snatch. She shivered and murmured, "Don't hurt me with your dick, Tiger."
"I won't, baby," he promised. "I'll work my cock into your cunt a bit at a time. Trust me."
Yvette closed her eyes and relaxed. The tip of Tiger's prick moved away from her hungry quim. Moments later she felt his fingers find and part the lips of her cunt. She held her breath, waited. The knob of Tiger's cock stretched the lips of her pussy and his fingers went away. There was a brief twinge of pain as his colossal whang impaled her. She thought it was all over, but it wasn't.
Tiger exhaled loudly and pushed more of his fat cock into her tight little cunt.
Yvette stiffened under the pressing weight of his body and begged, "Easy does it, Tiger, easy does it."
Tiger paused and grinned down at her. Yvette relaxed again. A moment later Tiger rammed his prick in her cunt balls deep and the agony of a thousand hells singed every nerve in her body.
Yvette writhed like a snake wrapped in barbed wire, screeched, "That hurts, you son of a bitch, that hurts!"
Tiger withdrew his prick nearly all the way, then bucked and slammed it into her cunt once more.
Yvette grunted and then bit her lower lip to keep from screaming again as a fresh charge of pain jolted her system, but momentarily the agony faded and sudden pleasure moved into her snatch.
Her almost luminous eyes opened to meet and lock with his. A smile wobbled on her lips as she said, "You knew, didn't you?"
"Knew what, baby?"
"That you were going to hurt my cunt with that big fat cock of yours."
Tiger nodded. "Yeah, baby, I knew. That's why I rammed it into you like that. I wanted to get your pain over with as soon as possible."
"You succeeded."
"My cock doesn't hurt any more?"
"No. It feels beautiful inside my pussy."
"That means you're ready to start fucking."
Yvette gargled a laugh. "I'm more than ready to start fucking, Tiger. Get with it."
"You, too, bitch. Start grinding those hips and bouncing your ass all over this damn porch. Go slut"
Yvette needed no encouragement. The instant Tiger's cock came alive inside her cunt her instincts took over. She wasn't by herself. Tiger was a cocksman of the first order. The boy really knew how to fuck up a storm. He gripped her hips and proceeded to hammer away, then looked down at her and snarled, "Fuck, bitch, fuck!"
Yvette's hips caught on fire, and so did the rest of her body. She coiled her legs around Tiger's pumping haunches and met him thrust for thrust. Her ass made dull thumping sounds against the wooden porch floor. The night swirled around them. She twined her arms around Tiger's neck and mashed her long-nippled tits against his heaving chest. Ripples of pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being, her stomach churned like a mix master gone nuts, and this told her that it wouldn't be long before she would cream her pussy.
Tiger's ferocious cock kept pounding into her, cunt. Yvette's knockers raked his chest as his mouth dropped to hers and his hot tongue drilled past her teeth to prowl among the sweetness it found there. They Frenched while he gripped her bouncing ass and sawed his colossal cock in and out of her twitching snatch. Lust stormed them. Lightning and thunder blinded and shook the night swept world around them as Tiger's prick battered her cunt, and now Yvette felt herself leaving the launching pad and blasting off into space, bound for the dazzling asteroid of ecstasy where she would go into the orbit of orgasm ...
"Tiger, Tiger, your big fat cock is getting good to me!" Yvette yelled at the top of her lungs. "So damn good! Make it feel better! Fuck me harder, faster! Make me come all over your prick!"
"Cream away, bitch," Tiger said raggedly as he continued to pour the prick to her cunt. "I'm damn near there myself. Let's try to get our rocks off at the same time."
"Yes, Tiger, let's!"
Yvette's moving ass-cheeks thumped louder and faster against the front-porch floor as she lunged to meet Tiger's every soul-wrenching thrust, and a few seconds later their hot and sweat-drenched bodies locked as they united in a simultaneous mind-blowing come.
"Oooh, Tiger!"
Tiger's blazing cock-juice squirted and scorched Yvette's guts. Some of it leaked out to hit and sting her quivering asshole. Hot. So fucking hot! She winced and kept tossing her cunt around and over the gushing prick that filled her, for all the while she was doing a whole lot of coming of her own ...
Tiger finally stopped popping his nuts and backed his prick out of Yvette's soggy snatch. He took greedy gulps of air into his lungs. Then he sa back on his heels and treated her to a loose grin a he asked, "Well, baby, did you enjoy the ride I jus gave you?"
Yvette sighed as she reached out to milk the last drop of jizz from his withering prick, then licked her slender fingers before she said throatily, "I was a beautiful ride, Tiger." She winked at him "This is one fuck I'll remember for the rest of m life."
Tiger's face split in a pleased smile. "If you war something even better to paste in your memory scrapbook, make my cock hard again and let me fuck you in the ass."
"Fuck me where?"
"In the ass."
"That's what I thought you said."
"Well, are you going to let me shove my cock in your ass?"
"Not out here," Yvette laughed as she slid back and away from Tiger and scrambled to her feet, her magnificent tits bucking violently. "It wouldn't be the polite thing to do."
"Oh?"
She laughed again. "I wouldn't want to shit over Maria's front porch after you finish throwing a wild fuck to my asshole with that big prick of yours-and that's exactly what happens after I get corn holed."
"Always?"
"Always."
"That being the problem, we'd better play it safe." He made an awkward gesture with his hand. "Why don't we duck inside the house and use one of the bathrooms?"
"That sounds like a great idea, big jock. But let's take time out for a drink first, shall we?"
"A cold beer before I tackle your hot asshole with my dick might be just what the fucking doctor ordered, but I'll have to make room for the damned stuff," Tiger said as he turned towards the porch railing and lifted his limber cock over the top of it. "You go ahead, Yvette. I'll join your sweet ass in the kitchen as soon as I finish taking a piss."
"Right on, Tiger."
Yvette found everybody except Darlene gather-ed in the barn-sized kitchen. They were seated at the long table, eating and drinking. All were naked, and every damn one of them looked sucked out and fucked out. Yvette smiled. She knew exactly how they felt. Tiger Willow had done a beautiful number on her with his tongue and cock . ..
"We were beginning to wonder if you and Tiger were ever going to stop for a bite to eat or a drink," Maria said as Yvette plopped her shapely rear down on the chair next to hers. Imps of amusement danced in her eyes. "The last time I checked, your juicy cunt was filled with nine inches of cock and the whole fucking front porch was shaking from the way your ass was banging against the lumber."
Yvette winked at her husband. "If you find any broken boards, Clint will replace them. He's good at repairing things."
Clint nodded solemnly. "Except balls on a bull."
"I've been meaning to ask you about that," Elke said when the laughter died. "How did that nasty-tempered bastard lose his nuts?"
"The dumb son of a bitch got into it with a she-bear who didn't like him coming near her cubs. I saw the whole thing come down between them. Craziest scene I ever witnessed. That stupid fucking bull stood up on his hind legs to get at the she-bear with his front hoofs instead of using his horns like he should have, and that's when mama bear swung a dirty right paw and clawed out his balls. Old dum-dum gored the shit out of that she-bear right after he lost his jewels, but he sure as shit didn't go around the pasture bragging about it. Too ashamed, I suppose. Can't say as I blamed him much. Winning a battle but losing the war wouldn't sit too well with me, either. I'd get mean afterwards, just like he did."
"That nut-less wonder isn't mean, he's vicious," Jill said as she entered the discussion. "All he's waiting for is the opportunity to use those long horns on someone again. If Tiger keeps fucking with him and that bull gets a chance, our boy will wind up being that someone."
"I talked to Tiger about that earlier this evening and told him to leave the animal alone," Maria said, then shifted her attention back to Yvette. "By the way, where is that young devil?"
Yvette lit a cigarette before she answered. "Taking a piss the last time I saw him. He surely must be finished by now."
Stu Morgan spoke up. "Maybe he's out there whipping his prick into another hard-on for you, Yvette."
"I wouldn't be a bit surprised if he was," Yvette laughed as she scooped some crushed ice into a glass, then poured herself a drink. "That boy lives up to his nickname. He sure does like his ground rations."
"We know," Maria said. "Darlene, Jill, Elke, myself-we've all done our number with him. He almost didn't survive his first night at this ranch after we ganged up on him." She paused, continued. "The pretty bastard isn't much good when it comes to group fucking, but alone with a chick to use his big prick on, he's a real sexual psychopath."
"Sexual psychopath?" Yvette said, rolling the words out of her mouth like a pair of glass marbles. "I either read or heard that description applied to someone not too long ago. The question is where?" She fell silent for a moment as her thoughts pulled back. A few seconds later her face and voice came alive with excitement. "That's it! Now I remember why his face looked so fucking familiar!"
"Whose face?" Darlene asked as she came in through the back door. "Tiger's?"
"Exactly," Yvette replied in what she hoped was a calm tone of voice. "I saw his picture on a flyer in Ben's office the same day you picked him up on the highway and brought him home with you, Darlene. He might be a Tiger but he sure as shit isn't a Willow. His real name is George Zack. He's an escaped sex murderer from the state mental hospital in Utah."
"One who just heard every fucking word you said," Stu Morgan snapped as he watched Tiger whirl away from the spot where he had been listening, to make a rush for the front door. His eyes jumped back to Yvette. "Get on the horn and call the sheriff's office. If your brother isn't there, have Billy Lone Arrow patch you in to him. Tell Ben we've got a nut on the loose who might be armed with a skinning knife and the two guns I had stolen from my place a few days ago. The kinky mother-fucker probably has them stashed some-where close enough so he can lay his hands on" He stopped talking as the front door slammed shut and echoed throughout the house like the sound of thunder.
Naked tits with jutting nipples bounced a; Yvette ran over to the nearest window and looked out. She spotted Tiger speeding through the bright moonlight and hissed excitedly, "There he goes! hope everybody took the keys out of there ignitions!"
Maria spoke up. "Tiger can't drive. He'll have to go on foot."
"That's exactly how he's doing it," Yvette said "He's heading towards the barn. No, the corral next to it. He just jumped over the fence. I can't see him any more. It's too dark in there."
Darlene opened her mouth to speak, then held her tongue as a loud scream shattered the silence outside before she said grimly, "It wasn't too dark for that nut-less bull I forgot to take out of the corral and lock up in his box stall to spot and bag himself a Tiger."
Yvette fainted.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next morning, when Maria Crocker and Clint Yeager came out of the County Building, a light rain was falling. Nobody was waiting to greet them. Daughter Jill and Stu Morgan were probably at his place by now, fucking and sucking like mad. Elke and Darlene had taken off in the van at about the same time, bound for hell only knew where. Yvette Yeager wanted to get her cunt shaved. She was staying in town over the weekend to let her brother Ben do the honors. Maria and Clint were taking the long ride home together. Somewhere between here and the ranch they would park on some deserted side road, climb into the back seat of Clint's Lincoln Continental, and start the day off right with a beautiful fuck.
The mere thought of getting fucked made Maria's cunt-lips flutter and her juices start flowing. She took a deep breath that thrust her exciting tits into greater prominence and let it out slowly. Then she looked at Clint and said, "Let's get the fuck out of here before I blow the crotch of my panties out."
"I'm worrying about the same thing happening to my shorts," Clint laughed as they crossed the street to where his car was parked. "Funny, after last night I didn't think I'd be able to come up with a hard-on for at least two weeks. You really wiped me out."
"Not as bad as that nut-less bull wiped out George Zack, alias Tiger Willow."
"Better him than us, Maria."
"That's no shit," Maria agreed as she slipped in beside Clint and watched the hemline of her skirt crawl back to expose her thighs and the damp webbing of her bikini panties. She made no move to tug the skirt back into place. "But you know something, Clint. I still find it hard to believe that the stud we knew as Tiger Willow was a sex killer. He seemed like such a nice boy."
"Nice boy?" Clint said sourly as he burned rubber to beat the red light and aimed the Lincoln towards the distant snow-capped mountains. "I'll bet when he was a kid his mother said the same thing about Jack the Ripper."
"Probably," Maria said as she scooted closer to Clint and unzipped his fly, then quickly liberated his stiff and throbbing prick. "Anyhow, to hell with George Zack, alias Tiger Willow. He's dead. We're not. Can't you get this pussy wagon of yours to go any faster?"
"And get myself a speeding ticket? No way. But if you need a come real bad, I can give you one with my finger while I'm driving."
"I have an idea that will beat yours all to hell," Maria said as she pulled his cock towards her dropping mouth and planted a quick kiss on its knob. "I'll suck you off and give myself a come at the same time. How does that grab you?"
"Right by the balls. Do your thing, Maria. Start blowing."
Maria crooked a finger around the base of Clint's prick and went to work. Her tongue flicked out and caressed the underside of his swollen knob.
"Stop teasing my cock with your tongue and take it in your mouth," Clint rasped. "Don't lick me off-suck me off! Go, baby, go!"
Maria teased the underside of his dripping cock-head for a few more seconds. Then she yawned and tucked his prick inside her mouth. Clint moaned as her teeth raked his shaft, then dropped a hand to the back of her skull and said raggedly, "Now you're getting with it, you beautiful tight-lipped cock-sucker. Keep going until the cum jerks loose and floods your mouth. Suck me off, suck me off! The juices are building up in my prick. When I fire, it's going to be a big load of jizz. A real big load. I can feel it. Suck me harder, faster, so I can go off in your mouth before I go out of my fucking mind. Suck me off, suck me off!"
Maria went after the cock-juice he wanted to squirt into her mouth. Her lips milked, her hand mauled his balls. She dug her long fingernails into his nut-sac and pressed his nuts together while she sucked on his prick like a starved calf, and a few licks and squeezes later Clint grunted like a kicked pig and creamed his cock.
Hot cum hit the back of Maria's throat and triggered her own release. Cunt-lips fluttered and the crotch of her panties turned soggy as fluid leaked out of her like sap from a young maple. It was beautiful! It was fantastic! She kept coming, coming, coming.
So did Clint Yeager.
"Gobble my prick-juice, you beautiful cock-sucker," Clint rasped as he fought to keep the Lincoln from zigzagging all over the highway. "Gobble every fucking drop of my prick-juice. Eat, Maria, eat!"
Maria made loud gulping sounds that drowned out the humming noise of the Lincoln's radial tires.
Clint's magnificent prick continued to squirt thick gobs of delicious hot jizz until Maria began to wonder if his fountain would ever stop flowing. It finally did. She didn't stop sucking his dick. She drained him dry, and devoured every drop of his fluid. Then she permitted his softening meat to escape from between her ripe red lips, sat up and said breathlessly, "I think you loosened a few fillings when your cock went off in my mouth, lover." She paused to lick her lips and make a purring noise. "Nobody ever gave me so much cum to eat at one helping. Not even Tiger."
Clint shook his head and made a clucking sound at the same time, then said, "Tiger, Tiger, burning bright.. . How long is it going to take you to forget that boy, Maria?"
"I have one hell of a good feeling it might happen a few minutes from now," Maria said as she saw a young hitchhiker waiting up ahead with his thumb out. "Look, Clint. Isn't he beautiful?"
"How would I know? I'm not queer."
"You are for women."
"Yeah, but I'm particular about the kind o women I use my tongue and cock on. If they aren't breathing, I don't mess with them."
Maria shook her head at him. "It won't work lover."
"What won't work?"
"Trying to distract me with bad humor. I like what I see standing there with his thumb out. Pull over when you reach that beautiful boy and let' give him a lift. He might be looking for work, am I'm in need of a good hand."
Clint's eyes were troubled. "Suppose this on turns out to be another Tiger Willow?"
Maria shrugged and made her long-nippled tit dance provocatively. "I still have that nut-less bull at home to protect me. Come on, baby, lets gamble."
"Hell, why the fuck not?" Clint laughed as he started to slow down to pick up the young hitchhiker. "Nobody lives forever. It just seems that long if nobody loves you."
Maria agreed as she quickly struggled out of her blouse, half-bra, skirt and bikini panties, then stuck her head out the window as Clint braked to a stop and called to the wide-eyed boy, "If you're lookin for a job on a ranch that comes complete with ground rations, hop in." She showed him her naked tits and winked. "I'm an equal opportunity employer."
The black boy's cock was hard before he got in beside her.
