Christine Yeager was perched on the edge of her bed when she heard what sounded like a pickup truck rattle up the deeply rutted lane and stop in front of the ranch house. Chris glanced at the dresser clock while she uncrossed her legs. Nearly noon. She frowned. Then she had another thought that brought a smile to her lips.
Clad only in half bra and lacy bikini panties, Chris jumped to her feet and ran over to the window, hoping to see Will Morgan back from Whispering Pines. A hot pussy was her reason for hoping he had returned early from town. Now that she enjoyed taking his cock in her cunt, she couldn't seem to get enough of it.
Disappointment registered on Chris' face when she looked out the window. It wasn't Will. The unexpected caller was Opal Tucker's cousin, Frank Holt. Chris watched him climb out of his pickup. He was a big man, wide at the shoulder, lean at the waist and good looking. Chris guessed he was somewhere in his late twenties. She didn't really know him too well. There was a reason. With Bearclaw Mike's cock to take care of, and then Will's after Bearclaw Mike died, she hadn't needed another man. But today she did.
Chris knew that getting her hands on his cock would be no problem. But would it make her cunt come the way Will Morgan's did? A shrug shook her small tits. To hell with guessing.
There wasn't time for her to have a change of heart. Not with Frank Holt already knocking on the front door. Hurriedly she tied back her jet black hair with a ribbon, stepped into a pair of high-heeled bedroom slippers, belted a terry cloth robe into place over her half bra and bikini stretch panties, then raced downstairs to get a cock for her cunt.
Frank Holt was getting ready to knock again when Chris opened the front door. Seeing him up close brought more heat to her pussy. Even her nipples were beginning to stiffen with lust. She was glad the robe covered them. Anticipation made her cunt lips tighten.
Squeezing her thighs together, she took a quick glance at Frank Holt's crotch.
"If you came to see Will, you're out of luck. There's nobody here but me."
"I know. It's the same over at my place. Will stopped by and took cousin Opal to town with him."
Now Chris understood why Will had left without fucking her this morning. The load of jism he had withheld from her was for Opal Tucker's cunt. He still had his first time to fuck her there. Just like Frank Holt still had his first time to fuck hers. She could hardly wait to get him between her legs. Neither could her pussy. It was beginning to get wet with come.
Another quick look at Frank Holt's crotch proved that she wasn't the only one in heat. His cock was stretching and pushing against the leg material of his faded Levi's. She stepped aside to let him in the house, thinking.
Will must have told Frank how I got my nuts off for the first time the other day. This explains the reason for his visit. He came here, to fuck me! she thought.
Frank did some staring of his own when Chris' robe gaped to reveal a thigh, and most of the half bra that contained her dainty breasts. Then with his usual bluntness he asked, "Is everything as good as it looks, Chris?"
She glanced at his rapidly hardening cock again, checked the impulse to grab and feel it, then matched his bluntness.
"I was about to ask you the same question, but I won't. There are other ways to find out what I want to know. After we have a drink."
"Make mine a stiff one," Frank Holt chuckled as he followed her wiggling ass through the front room, and into another Will Morgan called his private honky tonk.
"Stiff like my cock."
Chris felt more heat spreading through her dampening cunt when she went behind the well-stocked bar. The webbing of her panties felt sticky with come. She started mixing. At the same time she made a silent bet with herself that their drinks would go untouched. Frank Holt's reputation and obvious hot nuts put the odds in her favor. It was no contest.
She was pouring Scotch over ice into a pair of snifters when Frank came up behind her and rubbed his still sheathed cock against her ass, then rasped, "To hell with the drink. Let's fuck."
Chris shuddered and pushed her ass back against Frank's rock-hard cock, held it there. Then she twisted free of his arms, turned and reached down to grip his prick. Her eyebrows arched when she measured it with her fingers. Christ, he was nearly as big as Will Morgan in the prick department. And his cock was damn near as fat, too.
Without a word she gave his cock another hug with her hand, then stepped out from behind the bar. Frank followed and started to reach for her again. She pushed him away and told him to get out of his clothes. He shrugged and did as she asked. In less than a minute he was naked. Her breath caught when she saw his dripping prick spring into full view. Mmmmm, it looked so good! she thought.
Frank reached down to untangle some hairs from around the base of his jutting cock.
"Now you, Chris. Make it a good strip. Start with the ribbon in your hair."
Chris lifted her arms and untied the pale ribbon, her eyes glued to Frank Holt's jumping prick. When her hair spilled free she reached for the belt that held her robe together and loosened it. Then turned aside while she shrugged out of it to show him the contours of her firm young ass. She always did this for Will Morgan. Will loved to look at her ass. He also loved to fuck it.
Blood jumped and cuntlips chewed at the damp crotch of her panties as she turned to face Frank Holt again and teased, "Stop dripping your jism all over the rug. Save it for me."
Frank's cock shook in rhythm to his laughter.
Chris licked her lips, and now her tits bucked in front of Frank's lust-flushed face while she reached between her shoulder blades and unclasped her strapless bra. She held it in place for a few seconds, then yanked it away and tumbled her breasts into nakedness.
Almost immediately their long coral nipples hardened all the way when the cool air rushed against them, and suddenly they began to throb the same way her cunt was throbbing.
"Now the panties, Chris. Lower them slowly."
Fuck this slow shit, Chris thought. She didn't want to tease or be teased any more. All she wanted at this stage was Frank Holt's big stiff cock. Anywhere. In her cunt, mouth or asshole. It didn't matter. The way she felt now she could come from whatever he did to her with his jism-leaking prick.
"The panties, Chris. Take off the panties and show me your cunt."
Chris' hands came alive with motion again. She hooked her red-tipped fingers behind the waistband of her bikini stretch panties and peeled them down past her narrow hips, over her gleaming and rippling thighs. The long nipples of her small breasts twitched when she bent forward to untangle and free the panties from her still slippered feet. She tossed the panties aside, straightened, then gave her slender hips a jerk and panted.
"Here's my pussy, Frank. Take it, fuck it."
Frank grabbed his cock with both hands, shook his head.
"Not yet. Turn around and show me your ass again."
Chris had the feeling that Frank Holt would do more than just take a look at her ass, but she didn't really give a shit. Not the way her cunt was burning with lust. She spun around on a slipper heel and showed him her firm and naked asscheeks. At the same time she rolled her hips and thought about getting cornholed, and thinking about the way it would feel to have his cock shoved up her asshole nearly gave her a come.
"You have a beautiful ass, Chris."
He wanted to cornhole her. She backed up to him.
He gripped her firm asscheeks and proceeded to knead them. Chris sighed, then grunted when he shoved a thick finger up her ass. She broke free of it by straightening, then whirled to face him and hissed, "I don't want your finger in my asshole; I want your cock in there."
"I'm ready when you are."
He shook his head when Chris started to sink and to stretch out on the floor.
"I like to ass fuck standing up. Let me fuck you that way."
Pivoting on her heel, Chris gripped the edge of the bar, then knifed forward until her breasts swung free of her body. Fingers digging into the padded bar rail, she held her breath and waited for Frank's cockhead to part the cheeks of her ass.
Frank moved into position behind her. His hot hands singed her idle hips. She quivered under his touch, then said in a little girl's voice, "Easy. Push your cock up my ass real easy."
"I will," Frank promised, but he didn't.
Frank's right hand left Chris' motionless hip, and a moment later she felt the blunt tip of his cock come into contact with her puckered ass-ring. Again she took a deep breath, then belched it all out when Frank rammed his hard and thickly corded prick up her ass, all the way to the balls.
She came up on her toes for a few seconds, but the pain passed quickly, and now his cock felt good in her tingling asshole. She relaxed. And then she started fucking, panting as she did, "Ah, ah, ah, that feels so good. Make it feel better. Fuck my ass faster, faster!"
Frank fucked her asshole as though he wanted her to shit and come at the same time. He twisted his cock and drilled it back into the depths of her ass at odd angles, occasionally hurting her, but the pain only added to the sweet pleasure that continued to build in her cunt.
Chris writhed, bucked, and begged.
"More, give me more of your cock. Make me come, make me come!"
Frank tried to give her what she wanted. His cockhead whipped in and nearly out of her asshole with power. At the same time he stopped digging his fingernails into her churning hips and captured her little tits. Groping fingers tweaked her tingling and jutting nipples. Then he dipped his head and sucked on the back of her neck while he poured his cock to her tight asshole. Chris went wild.
Chris was ready to come. She pumped her ass and let Frank know that she was ready to juice her cunt.
"Let me come with you," Frank croaked while he frantically sawed his cock in and out of her asshole. "Fuck me faster, faster!"
Chris' movements became more frenzied as she tried to make Frank get his nuts off when she got hers. She was rewarded for her savage efforts when Frank groaned, then buried his prick deep in her asshole and scalded her guts with jism.
The instant his cock went off, so did Chris' cunt. Her entire body quivered and moans ripped out of her mouth while she tightened her ass-ring around his jism-spurting prick, then milked and milked until his balls were drained.
Frank's cock was wilting by the time he backed it out of Chris' happy asshole. A shiver ripped through her when she felt his thick jism ooze out of her asshole and run down her thighs. Jesus, he had really fired a big load of come into her ass. And how beautifully he had made her own cunt juice! Ahhhh!
Chris was still hanging to the edge of the bar when Frank slipped an arm around her waist and sank to the floor with her. She caught his limp cock in her hand and jerked to get it hard again. Nothing happened. For the time being he was all fucked out, but not finished with her.
"I asked you at the door if everything was as good as it looked," Frank drawled as he touched her tits. "Now I want to find out how you taste."
Chris looked at him with surprise. No man had ever offered to eat her cunt before.
Frank licked his lips.
"I'm hungry for your pussy. Come here."
Chris slid into Frank Holt's waiting arms and mashed her tits against his chest while their open mouths met in a brief, torrid kiss. Then Frank shifted his body and proceeded to tongue his way down toward her cunt. He licked her shoulders and lapped both of her breasts, then gave each stiff nipple a quick and noisy suck before he moved his mouth away from them.
He grinned at her.
"So far, so good."
Chris thrilled to the touch of Frank's tongue while his head drifted downward toward her waiting pussy. A few seconds later she got an even bigger thrill when he buried his face between her yawning legs, then clamped his strong lips against her cunt and started to suck the come out of it.
"Oooh, that's beautiful!" Chris squealed as she started tossing her ass against his face. "I love your lips on my cunt! I'll give your tongue even more. Do it, Frank. Fuck my pussy with your tongue!" Frank made a muffled sound against Chris' cunt.
Then he grabbed her pumping hips and drilled his tongue between her come-slick lips. Chris stiffened for a second, then loosened suddenly when Frank's mouth and tongue teamed up to lick and suck the come out of her frothing pussy.
Chris bucked and tried to cram the meaty pink lips of her cunt in Frank's suctioning mouth, crying out as she did, "Suck me, lick me, drain me! Yes, yes, like that! Oooh…"
Frank wanted to suck her come; he went after it. He sucked and swirled his tongue against the lips of Chris' snapping cunt, while at the same time his fingernails chewed into her hips to keep her pussy in place while he went down on her.
Chris clutched the back of Frank's head and ground her cunt into his face.
"I'm almost ready to pop my nuts!"
Frank reacted to Chris' lust clotted voice. His hands slid past her jerking hips and grabbed her dimpled asscheeks. He dug his fingers into her flesh. He sucked air into his lungs. Then he curled his long tongue inside Chris' cunt and gave it a violent twist. Once, twice. Again, again. Each twist and scrape better than the other. She went wild. She mashed her wet thighs against the sides of his head, then tightened the muscles of her foaming pussy, and a moment later her come started gushing into his waiting mouth.
"Eat me, eat me!" Chris howled at the top of her lungs. "Gobble down every drop of my come!"
Frank did. He sucked and swallowed until her ass came to a standstill, and no more come flowed from her cunt. Then he came to a kneeling position between her loose legs, smacked his lips and told her, "Yep, everything's as good as it looks."
Chris' tits trembled and she giggled.
"Sounds like you're finished with my ass and cunt for today. Are you?"
Frank crawled out from between Chris' legs and showed her his cock; it was stiff again.
"Does this answer your question?"
Chris sat up and admired his big prick. Frank stretched out on his back and laced his hands behind his head. His cock stood proudly, swaying toward his belly. Beneath it the corrugated sack containing his huge balls was clearly visible; the base of his shaft surrounded by a curly thicket of hair. It was a tempting sight.
The sudden urge to suck Frank's cock filled Chris. She started to reach for it, then dropped her hand when she remembered that earlier he had shoved it up her ass. She jumped up and ran behind the bar to get a wet rag. Then came back and wiped it clean. There. Now his cock was ready for her to suck the jism out of it.
Chris tossed the wet cloth aside and reached for Frank's prick with both hands. She hesitated for a couple of seconds. Then she pulled his cock toward her face and took it between her lips.
Frank sighed.
"Ah, I was hoping you'd go down on me."
Instinctively, Chris' tongue raked the underside of Frank's cockhead, but she didn't start blowing him right away. Instead her mouth dropped and she lapped his scrotum. His bulging nut sack was salty with sweat and the smell of his jism. She licked his balls for a minute or so, then slowly worked her way back to the glowing tip of his prick.
Reaching her intended destination, Chris' mouth stretched and she crammed the velvety knob of Frank's prick into it. A moment later the feel of his cockhead leaking inside her mouth brought her hunger to a head. Now she wanted every inch of his cock, every bit of his come, and now she went after it.
Knowing what to do to get his nuts off, Chris took the entire length of Frank's prick down her throat, and compressed her lips to hold his balls against her chin. Then she started blowing him toward a come. Ups, tongue and teeth came into play. All working to get the jism from his cock.
Chris' head bobbed over Frank's cock. Sometimes she took too much of it down her throat, and then she would make a slight gagging sound, but she didn't stop sucking. Nothing could stop her from sucking him all the way off. She loved the taste of his big prick, the way it throbbed inside her mouth, and she was even enjoying the touch of his cock hairs each time his hot and heavy nuts made rough contact with the point of her chin.
Her lips, tongue and teeth moved wildly over his prick. Frank Holt dug his fingertips into the back of her skull, and started to pump his muscular ass. He rammed his vibrant cock down her throat, then jerked it back. His stomach muscles jumped, he pitched, he yanked on her head, and then he rasped, "Play with my balls while you blow me!"
Chris fumbled and scooped Frank's huge and sweaty balls into her left hand. And while he fucked her mouth she hugged, tickled, scratched, toyed, then squeezed them together and made him howl, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Chris tightened her grip on Frank's balls, closed her eyes. A moment later his cock quivered in her mouth, then started spurting come. And when it did he attempted to ram it down Chris' throat, but her teeth around the knob of it held him back, allowing her to taste and enjoy every delicious drop of his hot jism. She gulped, gulped, and gulped it down.
When Frank's softening cock finally ran dry, Chris lifted her mouth away from it and licked his jism from her lips, then asked breathlessly, "Now are you ready for your drink?"
Before Frank could reply the phone rang. Chris I went behind the bar and took it on the extension. Someone calling himself Cowboy wanted to know if Lorna was there. Chris remembered that today was Friday and told Cowboy that Lorna wasn't expected unfit sometime tomorrow. Then she became curious.
"Are you Lorna's boyfriend, Mr. Cowboy?" she asked.
The man hung up without answering.
Frank Holt nudged a drink into Chris' hand.
"What the hell was that tomorrow and Lorna's boyfriend shit all about, Chrissy?" he asked.
"Didn't Will tell you the good news?"
"About Lorna's boyfriend?"
A soft laugh disturbed her coral tipped breasts.
"No, silly. About Lorna. She's coming home. We're expecting her to get here sometime…"
The ringing of the phone cut off the rest of her words. She answered.
"Hello."
"Chrissy, this is Will. How soon can you make it to town?"
"About an hour if I break the speed limit. Is something wrong?"
"No. I just want you to pick up Opal Tucker at the Westward Ho House and drive her back to Frank Holt's place."
"Still no luck, huh?"
Will grunted.
"Opal sucked my cock and let me fuck her asshole on the way into Whispering Pines, but that's as far as she went. I'm telling you, Chrissy. The way Opal's holding back with that cunt of hers, it's a good thing I'm not a rapist."
Chris was still laughing after the phone went dead at the other end of the line.