Frank Holt was finger fucking Chris Yeager's hot cunt and sucking on her right tit when she saw the station wagon drive past, coming from the direction of Whispering Pines. A few seconds later she heard tires squeal. She glanced back and saw the station wagon whip around to come after them, its horn blowing steadily as it did.
"Who the fuck is that behind us?" Frank growled as he pulled his finger out of Chris' cunt and sat up. "A cop?"
Opal Tucker giggled.
"If it is, I hope he isn't as mean as the one who tore up my driver's license six months ago."
Chris was fully dressed by the time Opal stopped her car on the road's shoulder. Chris looked back again, then said as she opened the door and got out, "Relax, it's only Eli Gaffney."
Chris ran up to the old man and laughed. "Opal will get here as soon as she finishes swearing. She thought you were a cop."
"Opal ain't why I flagged her car down, Chris. It's you I want. Will said you might be with her and Frank. When I called your place and theirs and didn't get no answer, I knew damn well you were. That's when I…"
He stopped talking when Frank and Opal walked up.
Frank Holt nodded at Eli, asked, "How far behind you are Lorna and Will, Eli?"
"They ain't, Frank. Last I saw of them they were getting ready to drink some beer at the Covered Wagon. Didn't mean to scare you. All I wanted was Chris, so she can take me home after I park Lorna's wheels at the ranch."
He paused for a moment.
"Unless you two want to drive me there now."
Opal took a quick breath that jiggled her big tits, shook her head.
"Not tonight, Eli. Lorna and Will are in town, and that's where we're going. You're on your own, Chris. Come on, Frank. Move it."
Eli Gaffney waited until Frank Holt and Opal Tucker disappeared down the deserted road before he placed his hands on Chris' shoulders and drawled, "Stop looking so down in the mouth, Chris. You'll see Lorna and Will before they do. Those last words are Will's, not mine. Mine are, let's get the hell out of here before I lose control of myself and make a grab for those hard little tits of yours."
Chris was neither surprised or offended by Eli Gaffney's bluntness. He didn't do it to insult or shock. It was just his way. She laughed. Then caught his wrists and guided his hands to her breasts as though she had placed them there a hundred times before, which she hadn't. They felt good. Somehow she had known they would.
Her cunt was still hot from the finger fucking Frank Holt had been gving it when Eli caught up with them. Now it became even hotter when she moved his hands to her breasts. So did the rest of her body. She closed her eyes and pretended that Eli's cock was pushing its way into the tortured depths of her cunt.
"Not here," Eli rasped as he dropped his hands from her tits and turned to get inside Lorna's station wagon. "All I want to do is fuck you, not fuck you up."
It took them ten minutes to drive back to the ranch. Eli drove with one hand. The other was occupied with feeling Chris' tits through the material that covered them. Kneading. Mauling. Fingers milking her stiff nipples. Keeping her ready for his cock.
Without a word they jumped out of the station wagon and ran inside the dark house. Chris snapped on the lights and moved toward the stairs that would take them to her bedroom. They never made it. She was in mid-turn when Eli Gaffney spun her around and caught her in his arms, then drew her body hard against his. Chris shivered. To hell with the bedroom. To hell with everything except his cock.
Their bodies fused. Eli's felt strong and wonderful against her. So did his stiff cock. Her hand dropped down between them to feel it, measure it. His cock was huge. Almost as big as Will Morgan's. Larger than Frank Holt's. Touching it nearly gave her a come.
Chris shivered and fumbled for Eli's fly zipper, found it. She ran it down, then reached in through the opening and tugged his cock out into the cool air. The thickly corded shaft was slick with the jism leaking from his cockhead.
Afraid that Eli would come before she could get naked, Chris dropped to her knees to catch his jism in her mouth. She pulled his cock toward her ovaled lips, then clamped them down over his cockhead.
Eli stiffened the instant she wrapped her lips around the knob of his prick, then loosened again as he tangled his fingers in her hair.
"Do it, Chris. Suck me off."
Chris reached inside his pants and cupped his balls in her right hand. Then she started sucking to get his jism. His cock quivered in her mouth. She felt it rubbing back and forth on the flat surface of her tongue while she sucked and raked her teeth against his cock.
"I'm going to come, Chris! Suck me harder!" Abruptly Eli's body began to jerk violently, and Chris hurriedly turned loose of his balls when he bucked forward and nearly knocked her on her ass. Tightening her lips around his come-slick cock, she clutched the backs of his thighs and pushed her head toward his crotch to get more of it inside her hot and hungry mouth.
A moment later Eli tensed, then crashed his balls into Chris' jaw as he bolted the entire length of his vibrating cock down her throat, rasping while he did. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Writhing and gagging over the jism-squirting prick lodged in the suddenly aching depths of her throat, Chris pushed at Eli's stomach to slide him back and get relief; struggling and soon succeeding until only the knob and less than two inches of his gushing cock remained between her tight red lips, and in her mouth.
Eli's cock kept spitting jism, and soon Chris felt some of it leaking past her tightly girdling lips, despite the fact that she was gulping as rapidly as she could to keep from losing even one drop of his thick and delicious come.
She sucked and swallowed until his cock ran dry, then stopped when she heard a long sigh slither out of him. She waited for him to release her head. It didn't happen. She knew why. Eli wasn't finished with her. He wanted her to get his prick hard again. She did.
When his cock was stiff again, Eli moved his hands away from Chris' head, then waited until she took it out of her mouth before he lifted her to her feet. She sagged against him, her breathing ragged.
Eli patted her on the ass.
"Take your time, Chris. I can wait. So can my cock. You really sucked it good."
Chris looked up at him and murmured, "That's how I want you to fuck me, Eli. Good."
Theft mouths met in an open kiss. Chris plastered herself against him and wiggled her tongue inside his mouth. At the same time she dipped her hand and grabbed his stiff and throbbing cock, then started jerking on it while they kissed.
Eli's hands slipped under the back of her shell and moved upward toward her shoulder blades. Chris brought her tongue to a stop inside his mouth while, he fumbled with the snaps on her bra; nothing happened. When he failed to undo them, Eli slid his hands around to the front and cupped her still covered breasts, then moved his head back to get her tongue out of his mouth.
"Make yourself naked, Chris."
Pulling and tugging, Chris hurried out of her clothing, then wiggled her ass across the room and sank down on the thick pile rug in front of the big fireplace, her legs spread and pussy waiting for Eli Gaffney's big and juicy cock.
A few seconds later Eli stretched out beside Chris. She rolled onto her hip and into his arms. She strained toward him. His arms wound around her and squirmed to get even closer. She bit his neck and raked her long fingernails across his back, then cried out as she ground her cunt against his throbbing cock, "Fuck me, Eli, fuck me!"
Eli sat up beside her.
"Asshole. Let me fuck your asshole."
Chris didn't care where Eli fucked her, as long as he fucked her. She steepled her legs.
"My ass is yours. Fuck it."
Eli came to his knees, then gripped his huge prick with both hands. "Let's do it dog fashion."
Chris giggled and rolled over on her belly, then grimaced when the stiff nipples of her breasts slid over the napping of the rug while she moved to make it to her hands and knees. The rough contact sent an unusually sickening sensation speeding all the way to her stomach, but just as quickly the feeling passed and now only the itching and burning lust remained in her tight and dripping cunt.
Coming to her hands and knees, Chris wiggled her ass at Eli and told him, "I'm ready. Take me, fuck me."
Over the point of her shoulder Chris watched Eli move into position behind her, plastering his stiff cock from underneath with his right hand to keep it from dragging on the floor as he did. Chris held her breath. Then shivered when Eli's cockhead parted the cheeks of her ass and pressured itself against her brown and puckered ass-ring.
One or two seconds later Eli palmed her motionless hips, then came forward with his cock in an attempt to get its swollen knob beyond her tight asshole entrance.
"Ah, ah, ah," Chris huffed while the blunt tip of Eli's cock pushed against her ass-ring. "Easy, easy."
Eli worked his prick between her asscheeks slowly, carefully. Holding Chris by her now slightly jerking hips. Pressing. Easing. Then butting and grinding his cock at the same time. Greasing her ass-ring with his jism with each jab. Backing off digging his fingers into the meaty part of her hips. Finally forcing his fat cockhead beyond her ass-ring. Chris felt no pain. Not one fucking twinge. But could she take the rest of Eli's huge cock the way he wanted to give it to her… clear to the hilt? There was only one way to find out.
Trembling now, Chris dug the palms of her hands into the pile rug, then gritted her teeth and pushed back toward the cock whose tip was jammed in her ass. Eli stopped shoving and allowed her to take whatever portion of his prick she wanted. Chris wanted it all. Every fat and heavily veined inch of it. The way she wanted and took every inch of Will's long and fat cock everytime he cornholed her.
More and more of Eli's cock pushed its way into her asshole, until at last Chris felt his hot and heavy nuts bang into her asscheeks. A shudder of delight bobbled her tits and made her cunt lips lighten. All. She had taken every inch of Eli Gaffney's cock up her ass!
"Good," Chris panted. "Make it feel better. Fuck, Eli… Fuck the shit out of my ass!"
Eli needed no encouragement. Neither did Chris. The instant his cock came alive with motion inside her tingling asshole, her hips began to jerk, along with the rest of her body. She went wild with lust. Really wild. She growled like an animal and then screamed with pleasure from deep inside her chest, dropped to her elbows and started meeting him lunge for lunge. Her ass twisted and bucked, and suddenly she felt a come building up in her cunt from the ass-fucking Eli was giving her.
Old Eli did some huffing and grunting of his own while he pounded his prick to Chris' tight asshole. As he fucked he chewed at her grinding hips with his strong fingers, then abruptly released them and grabbed one of her breasts in each hand. He trapped their tumid nipples between thumbs and forefingers, applied pressure, then gave his cock a fantastic twist while he rammed it to his nuts up her ass, and Chris nearly creamed her cunt.
"Again, Eli. Shove your cock in my ass again! I'm ready to come!"
"Same here. Let's come together."
"Yes, let's!" Chris panted as the savagely flung her quivering ass back to take Eli's cock all the way to its balls again, then tightened her ass-ring around it and waited for him to pop his nuts. A second later Eli released his hold on her tits, then took a grip on her hips, and abruptly their bodies, fused as her cunt and his prick came at the same time.
"Oooh, Eli…"
Eli's hot come squirted into Chris' ass, burning her. More of his scalding jism oozed past his pumping prick to sting the cheeks of her ass and trail down her inner thighs, but the way her cunt was erupting she barely noticed it.
They started and finished getting their nuts off at the same time, but even with her own come still dripping from her cunt Chris felt a fresh surge of lust building up within her. It was strange. She couldn't seem to get enough of Eli Gaffney's cock.
Eli backed his softening cock out of Chris' jism leaking asshole and plopped down beside her.
"I hate to say this, but after what I just finished doing to that wild ass of yours, I might never come up with another hard-on."
"Shit," Chris laughed, then grimaced as she felt more of his jism drool from her asshole when she rolled over on her back and sat up beside him. "One drink and a few minutes' rest and you'll be hot to fuck me again. What will you have?"
"Some of your cunt, I guess."
"I meant to drink."
"How about a cold glass of wine?"
They stood up together. Chris headed for the kitchen to get two glasses of wine. Eli went into the downstairs bathroom to clean his cock. He was resting on the sofa when she returned with the drinks, his prick still soft and useless. But not for long.
While Eli sipped his cold glass of wine, Chris grabbed his spongy cock and dipped her head to kiss the velvety dome of it. His prick quivered in her hand, then stretched and started to stiffen. She slid from the sofa to the floor and scooted between Eli's gaping legs to harden him all the way, so he could fuck her cunt.
Chris shifted Eli's cock to her left hand, then unfurled her tongue and stabbed the tip of it into the miniature hole on the underside of the glowing knob. There was no jism there. Not yet. She licked at the tiny hole for a few more seconds, then ovaled her lips and gulped his cockhead into her warm and eager mouth. She tightened her lips and bobbed her head up and down. At the same time she scooped his balls into her right hand and toyed with them. She tickled his nuts and sucked on his prick. Her head kept moving up and down. She released a portion of his cock, then took it down into her throat. A shiver ripped through her while she sucked, for now she felt her cunt turn hot and wet with passion as Eli's corded prick hardened all the way behind her tight and suctioning lips.
Taking Eli's cock out of her mouth, Chris smiled up at him and said, "There, now you can fuck me."
"Yep," Eli grunted while he dropped from the sofa and flopped Chris to her back, "now I can fuck you."
Chris opened her legs and Eli came between them. With pumping heart she waited for his cock. Eyes closed, she kept waiting. Moments later she felt Eli's fingers part the wet lips of her cunt. She trembled and cried out, "Don't tease me with your cock, Eli. Shove it all the way in, balls and all."
She grunted as he pushed his prick into her cunt, then panted, "Go, Eli. Fuck me, fuck me good!"
Chris wasn't faking passion in any way. There was no need to fake. Not where Eli Gaffney was concerned. He know how to make her moan and howl with lust while he fucked her. Ah, ah, it felt so good to have his cock in her hot and hungry cunt.
Reflexively, Chris' arms coiled around Eli's sweaty neck. Her breasts surged upward, firm and high, standing clear of his chest while she panted, "Suck my tits while you fuck me."
Still fucking, Eli trapped the nearest nipple between his lips and started sucking. Loudly. Hungrily.
Chris made a small whimpering sound the instant Eli attacked her tingling nipple. He raked it with his teeth and she whimpered again, louder this time. A moment later she went wild with lust. Her legs jerked, her hands moved. Her long red fingernails clawed at his back and her legs tightened around him while she bucked forward and mashed the lips of her cunt hard against his savagely butting cock.
Tremors of delight pumped through Chris' body, blood bubbled, nerves jumped. She couldn't recall her flesh responding like this before. Not even with Will. Eli's cock was driving her wild!
Hugging his sweaty face tightly to her breast she panted, "Suck me, fuck me, juice me!"
Eli didn't seem to hear her. His primitively frantic movements told her why. He was on the verge of shooting his jism into her cunt. Their legs twisted and tangled, their hips churned, and then it happened.
Abruptly Eli stopped sucking and gnawing on Chris' tit, and now his chest heaved wildly while he reached around Chris' hips to grip her pumping ass. A second later he shuddered, then buried his face between her breasts and fired a load of jism into her cunt.
"Me too, me too!" Chris yelped as Eli's cock went off in her cunt. "I'm coming with you!"
Their sweat-drenched bodies slammed into each other. Chris clung to Eli with her arms and legs, squeezing his spasming cock with the lips of her cunt to get every fat and scalding drop of his jism.
Their juices mingled. They kept fucking, fucking, fucking…
Chris lay on the thick pile rug with her eyes closed, her tits rising and falling in cadence to her ragged breathing, unable to speak or even think until she felt Eli Gaffney's softening cock slither out of her jism-filled cunt. A calmness came over her. Then the room came into focus again, and she opened her dreamy black eyes to find Eli watching her with a strange expression on his face.
Come gushed out of her cunt and her tits jiggled provocatively as she sat up and locked glances with him, her voice curious.
"What's wrong, Eli? Wasn't the way I fucked any good?"
"You know better than that, Chris. Everything you did to my cock was good. Better than good. So are you. The best. I ain't surprised. Just sad that I ain't about twenty-five years younger."
"What would you do if you were twenty-five years younger, Eli?"
"I'd sell my garage and marry you, that's what I'd do."
Chris giggled.
"You don't have to sell your garage to do that, Eli. We can always use your back room during business hours."
Eli's right eyebrow lifted in amusement.
"Who the fuck told you about my back room?"
"Let me see. There was Jane Alcorn, Bessie Calder, the Schroeder twins, Wanda Makris, Old Lady Farthingham, and…"
"Old Lady Farthingham is a fucking liar," Eli interrupted. "I ain't never been that hard up to use my cock on her."
Another giggle quaked Chris' small breasts. "I only mentioned her, name to see if you were paying attention to…"
The phone rang. She jumped up to answer it.
"Hello."
"Chris, this is Opal."
"Hi. What's the problem this time?"
"Lorna and Will. We can't seem to find those two rascals anywhere. Are they with you and Eli?"
"No, Opal, they're not with us."
Opal sighed wearily.
"I wonder where the hell they could be? Ah, never mind, Chris. If Lorna and Will are still somewhere in this damn town, the three of us ought to be able to find them."
"The three of you?"
"That's what I said, all right. There's someone else looking for Lorna besides me and Frank. A good looking young man. Said something about having some unfinished business with her. Sounded almost like a threat."
Chris didn't know what prompted her to ask, "Does this man who's looking for Lorna have a name, Opal?"
"Calls himself Cowboy."
"Just Cowboy?"
"Yep, just Cowboy."
"Must be the same feller who woke my ass up after Lorna left the garage to find Will," Eli told Chris when she hung up the phone. "Asked when she was coming back to pick up her station wagon, where he could find her, and a few other questions I didn't feel like answering for someone with a bad smell about him, so I told him to take a walk. And speaking of that, let's get out of here and do some walking of our own."
"To where, Eli?"
"Frank Holt's place."
Chris frowned at him. "Why there?"
"Because that's where Lorna and Will went to hide from Frank and his cousin Opal."
He saw her reach for her panties, shook his head. "Ain't no need to dress, Chris."
Chris took a quick look at Eli's soft and swaying cock, smiled. "We can't go over there without any clothes on, Eli."
"Why the fuck not? That's how we're going to find them."
Chris laughed and sent her panties flying across the room.