Angie smiled at the panicky faces of Coralee and Reina. Like a mother hen, she herded them to a table.
"The guy's going to find us a room," she said. "Don't worry. Oh!" she gasped, and giggled. "This vinyl upholstery feels cold to my bare ass!" she whispered. "And I'm so wet I'm slippery. I wish I had a big hankie."
They were talking to the waitress when an older man, a much older man dressed in extremely fancy Western attire, pulled out a chair at their table, nodded to them, and sat down. "Heard you at the desk, young lady," he said with exaggerated politeness. "I can help you!" He addressed himself to Angela, but included the other girls in his wet, red-lipped smile. His hair was going gray, his blue eyes were slightly reddened, and his face and neck were weathered to a deep red, but Angela looked at him with new hope.
She saw how his eyes kept straying to her breasts, and with an inner burst of confidence, she held her fringed leather jacket open so that her boobs showed plainly under the thin knit shirt. She had devastated bankers and school teachers and professors and policemen with them; why not this red-necked stud?
"You know where we can get a room?" she eked, leaning toward him. "Gee, Mister, that's great! Where is it? Close by?"
The man looked around cautiously and bent closer to Angie, closer to those marvelously firm titties which made her seem more like the age she hoped to project. Unconsciously, his hand moved along the table, and Angie pushed a little closer.
The old dog! She thought admiringly. He'd got guts! Right here in front of everybody, he's trying to feel me!
"It's not exactly a room," the man said hoarsely. "I'm Jud Kenny – I run the Stables, you know? And I've got a little trailer." He looked at her closely, and her sensitive breasts felt the warmth of his rather bourbonish breath. "You can sleep there tonight, at least – and we can get you a room tomorrow, maybe." As a seeming afterthought, he smiled at Reina and Coralee. "The girls can bunk in the stable," he said.
His meaning was so clear that she was at once flattered and amused. He wants to fuck me, she thought. What a great old guy!
Feeling unexpectedly grown up at the very idea of playing hard to get, especially when she was so achingly anxious to be gotten, Angie said: "The manager here is trying to find something."
The weathered old dude in the fancy shirt and vest, the tailored jeans, and the cowboy boots looked at her calculatingly.
"Number one, baby, he ain't going to find you anything." His tone was positive. "Number two, if he gets some other desk clerk to give up his room, it's going to cost you a bundle. You want to pay forty bucks a night just for a room? You got that kind of money?"
Angela felt better. "I've got my Master Charge card," she smiled. "If I have to pay forty dollars, I will." She was breathing faster, just feeling his staring eyes on her trembling boobs. She was still so eager, that anything connected with sex gave her a warm feeling in the pit of her belly, almost an ache. There was a very small, tickling movement deep inside her. How wonderful it was, just to be a woman, just to own a cunt with the grown-up capacity to produce its own slick lubricant. In the dark deft of her ass and thighs she suddenly felt warm and puffy, and she shifted to free her swelling cuntlips from being so compressed on the slick chair seat.
The two girls were now finishing up their ice cream, watching the action with understanding eyes, rooting for Angie.
"Master Charge is fine, but you've got to find the room before you can use it," the man said. "What I'm talking about won't cost you a cent, baby – uh, Miss, that is. Zip! That's what it will cost! Nothing!"
She could see the desk from where she sat, and the clerk had stopped phoning. The cab driver had finished his coffee and was at the magazine rack, looking up at her now and then. He knew Jud Kenny and his legendary fondness for young women. It was why he gave riding lessons at cut rates, people said. Helping those teens onto horses, getting that helping hand right up between the cheeks of their asses! A character!
Angela left money for the check and a tip, and now she and the other two girls were in the parking lot, listening to old Kenny, who was gesturing across the road.
"Right there, across that pasture," he was saying. "The tack room's on the left, the feed barn next to it. That's the stable over there. You're not afraid of horses? Good! Just cross the road, go trough the fence and up the slope between the tack room and the barn. I'll be in the trailer." He was flashing a toothy smile, alert with anticipation.
"Why don't we just ride over there with you?" Angie asked, but she guessed the answer. There was someone the old fart, tad to deal with, or to avoid – a wife, a partner, maybe the guy who slept in the trailer.
The old man gave her a very heavy look. He knew that this girl, acting so smart – used, was on the hook. "Do it my way or forget it, baby," he challenged her. "You want to hang around here and gamble on a room? Don't make me laugh!" He gave her a knowing grin. Angie swung her shoulder bag around to the front, produced her wallet, and flipped it open in the waning light. She turned to the driver. "Would you put our luggage in the gentleman's car?" she asked sweetly. With the eye away from the two men, she winked at Coralee and Reina, standing quietly by.
He drove away, and the two girls glued themselves to Angie, whispering, pulling, hugging, giggling. When she had them quieted down, she said: "It's very simple – he's giving me – us, that is – a bed for a bang."
"Do we get banged, too Angie?" Reina asked excitedly. "Is he by himself. Can he do all of us?"
"Don't worry me," Angie laughed. "We're off the big hook – we've at lest got a place to sleep. Anything can happen."
The fence was say to negotiate, the slope was gentle, the curious horses eyeing them quietly. Coralee skirted a pile of fresh manure, giggled, and said to her sister in a low voice: "You never fucked a guy that old, did you, Angie? Can he get it up, do you think?"
"You know Doctor Grass, down at the clinic?" she asked. "When I went there for pills, he said he'd have to examine me, and man, did he ever! He got it up, and he's older than Kenny." She closed her eyes and shuddered deliciously. Just the thought of a prick, anyone's prick, was marvelous.
They were right up to the tack room door before they saw the man, gesturing to them in the gloom. "Come in here," he whispered. "We've got a little problem."
Through a window, he pointed at a red house a hundred yards away, on a low bill, partly masked by a small trailer that had a sign marked "Office" over its door.
"We can't use the trailer," he said. "My wife's up there. She saw me drive in. If I go in the trailer and turn on the light; she'll be over here in a couple of minutes, wanting to know what's up."
Angie felt silent, choking back a desire to taunt the man about being afraid of his old lady. Not entirely because a night's lodging was at stake, either. She knew he wasn't afraid of his wife. And she saw, was looking at it right now, in fact, a long, thick bulge in the tightly tailored jeans.
She we suddenly hungry for cock. Fiercely hungry for any cock that would go into her, that would stretch and tickle and stuff and hi her achingly wet cunt, make her feel alive inside, bring that wonderful feeling of being a real woman.
In her breast, she felt an affectionate respect for this tough old man. She knew the effect her ripe and girlish body had on of all ages, but how phony and skitterish toy were when they biked to her – not a one of them had the guts to proposition her. Now, here we this old stud, old enough to be her grandfather, with the guts to grab, boldly at strange cunt, to bring three girls right under his wife's nose, and then to put it up to her – take it or leave it. In the dark she could hear Coralee and Reina, breathing heavily.
Kenny's voice was home but strong. "Well, any of you got any complaints?" he asked.
Angie moved directly to him, her hand out toward the strong figure, submissively putting her face up to him, and behind her, one of the girls gasped.
She got her hand on his cock, and his mouth closed on hers, his big tongue filling her mouth. He tasted of whiskey and tobacco, his mouth strangely exciting, and the girl groaned with the aching desire that burned through her.
With his help, she got his zipper open and his cock out, big and hard and rising at a proud angle, and almost pushed him off balance as a wave of heat seemed to thrust her against him, her soft, firm tits boring into his muscled chest.
The two girls stood on trembling legs, open-mouthed, hot, silent as Kenny folded Angie in his arms. It was light enough for them to get a flash of his cock, and they could hear the slurping of Angie's long tongue, which they knew and loved.
"Okay," Kenny said in a cooler voice. "Let go of my cock, baby!" He pinched Angela's jaw in his big hand and kissed her again.
He turned to Coralee and Reina. "Pick up a few blankets off that stack in the corner," he ordered, "and follow me. Angela, you stay here. Understand?" His voice was clam and strong, and Angie quietly answered: "Yes, sir!"
The door to the feed barn opened with a creak, and there were streaks of light coming in through cracks in the wall-light from a big flood lamp mounted centrally. Kenny snipped the wires on a couple of bales of fragrant alfalfa hay and kicked them apart.
"Work that hay over until it's loose," he said casually. "It makes a good bed. I know it's early, but if you can't go to sleep, don't fuck around where my wife can see you, hear? If you have to take a piss in the night go outside." He bent down to Coralee and, to her pleased amazement, fully and carefully felt of her nubile body, her small, marshmallow-soft breasts, down her back and over her surprisingly mature rump. Without haste or explanation, he got his hand under her short skirt, inside the waistband of her panties, and sprang into her crack.
The girl held her breath and strained back, so that one big finger went right inside her cunt. The finger moved, over her smooth cuntlips, and Coralee hoped that he could tell she had some hair. Not like Angie, but some.
He had not bothered to put his cock away and it still stuck out, not as hard as before. Coralee took it in both her hands as Kenny's finger explored her flowing slit, and tried to pull it toward her crotch.
The man laughed. "You're okay," he said thickly. "Two for the price of one, hey?" His voice had the horny edge of a stud donkey's bray, and he leaned to look at Coralee's face. "Not a day over twenty," he said. "And hot! I'll see you later, baby!" He moved away, hearing Reina's hoarse, hot laugh, and stopped at the door.
"Bunkhouse is over that way," he said, pointing. "Don't go there – my hired man's got a cock that would rip you apart!"
He walked down to a dividing fence, a hundred feet from the trailer, and bawled: "Rhoda!" in a voice that startled the quiet horses. When a reply came back, he shouted: "I got a sick horse over here! Want to help?"
The answer came back: "Hell, no! I've got dinner ready! Come up when you're ready!"
He was chuckling as he came through the door of the tack room, seeing the girl waiting exactly where he had left her. He took her by her arm, bare, now, since she had removed the leather jacket. Her underarm felt warm and damp, richly feminine, and he slipped his hand inside the big armhole of the knitted shirt. He got a handful of warm, responsive tittie, and the girl, having already gone through this in anticipation, made a happy little sound of passion.
He pressed her hand on his cock, now filling with blood again, and gave her breast such a squeeze that she almost fainted with desire and sexual response.
"Come on into the trailer," he said in a normal tone. "Rhoda won't be coming over."
Angela went ahead of him with a light, and shut her eyes in rapture as Jud stuck his big old paw up between her legs, wiping it in the wet hair around her dripping pussy. He knew what it we all about, knew where it we at, knew what to do. She felt grateful at being relieved of decisions. Even the girls – he had gotten them out of the way. She wouldn't even ask if they were all right; that would be insulting. She could give herself completely to this moment, an adventure into sex deeper than any moment her limited but eager experience.
She was feeling heat run all through her as he turned on the cozy little overhead light, and she joyfully pulled the shirt over her head, feeling the bounce of her sensitive tits as they sprang from their confinement. Her skirt came next, and she realized just how much her cunt had been flowing as the balmy night air struck and chilled her open cuntlips.
"By God, you're all right!" he whispered as she stood still, her legs apart, smiling shyly, hoping for his approval. "Jesus, look at that gash! Beautiful! Beautiful!"
She knew her boobs were okay, as well as the rest of her body. She did not realize that they were superb, and neither did the old man. Nice tits, cunt, firm ass, just the right size, and not bad-looking. That was the way he summed her up.
She shivered as he pushed her down on the bunk, letting him push her thighs wide apart, seeing him drop to his knees. No man had ever really eaten her pussy. Same of the few who had enjoyed her body had kissed her on her belly, or on the inside of her, thigh, but not to get their working lips on the fiery wet surfaces of her inner cuntlips. She and Coralee had sucked each other off many a time, and lately, they had taken Reina in on it. But now, as a really experienced mouth started eating her soft, trembling cunt, Angela realized how little any of them knew about it.
"Oh, goodness!" she gasped. "Take it easy! Ohhh! You better be careful! Ow!" She bit off the last exclamation, fearful that hi wife might come down on them.
The pull of hot lips on her quivering cuntlips brought her tightly clenched ass up an inch or so.
"Oh, God!" she cried in a spasm of lust. "You'll make me came! I can't help it!"
She felt the waves of orgasm burn through her cunt, heat and wetness flooding her, her breath caught in her throat, her cunt muscles opening and dosing convulsively. As she always did, she felt she was out of the ordinary world, riding a safe, engulfing wave of loving blackness, her head in full action, seeing the sparks of sensuality bursting against the black curtain with each thudding burst in her clitoris. There was a feel of intensely ecstatic pain – Jud had put his mouth over her grasping hole mid sucked the cunt walls together. It was like being turned inside out with heat and joy.
As she came down, she felt the muscles inside her thighs fluttering, and realized that her hands were locked in the man's hair, her heels digging into his back. His anus was around her thighs, his hands squeezing her breasts with a force just short of screaming pain, exactly right.
"Oh, Daddy!" the girl whispered. "Oh, Daddy!" She was still in a daze, and the kneeling man, wet from forehead to chin with her cum-juice, began to lick her very gently, this time far the sheer pleasure of sucking in small mouthfuls of her juices.
Her body moved softly under his kissing, seeking lips, and she said: "Oh, I'm sorry, Mister Kenny! I hope I didn't hurt you, grabbing your hair. I couldn't help coming, you made me feel so good!"
"That's all right, baby, come all you want to," he invited. "I'm about ready to fuck you, and when I do, I aim to fuck you right up the wall!"
Somehow, during his cunnilingus, he had shucked out of his shirt, kicked off his boots, and now he stood up to push off his jeans.
She reached out for his cock, its size scaring her and thrilling her at the same time, and he swung into the bunk and between her leg so quickly that he was touching her wetly open split with his prick before she knew it. She bumped her ass instinctively, and felt the itch of another come start slowly, way down deep inside. What a way to go, this business of getting your cunt eaten before a fuck! She made a quick resolve never to let a man shove it into her until he had first turned her on by licking her to a climax.
She opened her eyes slightly, seeing the weathered face above her in a happy, twisted grin, seeing the cock, looking even bigger, poised just above the puff of light hair on her twat. Her hand seized it while Kenny was rooting among her sloshy cuntlips, and her face and voice were sweetly solemn as she whispered: "Please, Mister Kenny, can I put it in?"
This was the moment of joy and triumph she had felt every time when a male of any age had bent above her, the triumph she closed her eyes to hide when a boy or man was committed this far, when fucking was an absolute certainty.
The fluttering seed of orgasm was now becoming a throb. She would have screamed her joy as the big, soft head want into her and the hard column hesitated against her vaginal sphincter's spasm, except that her interest in what was happening was too great, too intense. Nothing so fierce and complete had ever happened to her. Heat, itch, feeling amounting to pain was in her guts, all around her softly moving cunt, burning in the wet deft between the cheeks of her ass. The pressure of the cock was stretching her, scaring her, and she felt guilty. In spite of her flow of fluids, she might be too tight, tight enough to hurt this wonderful older man. He was so big, so powerful so – everything! And he was proving she was too tight.
He plunged at her, and she felt as if she were being ripped apart. In the anguish and ecstasy, her legs flew up, and the powerful ring of muscle at the entrance to her vagina opened a tiny bit and felt the pull of membrane as the hard column slid in another inch.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mister Kenny," she whispered, feeling tears forced out of her closed eyes. "Oh, I'm too tight for you! You're so big!" Her ass moved in spite of her attempts to lie still, to will her cunt to relax, and he hissed: "That's all right, baby girl! That's all right! Move your leg up more, get your feet higher."
She felt as if her cunt were being pushed back into her body, as if the fat and hairy outer lips were being driven into her by the ripping force of his cock. It was scary, but so good that she had to smother a yell of pleasure. And in her belly, her vagina, around the clitoris that also seemed to be ripped from its accustomed place, she felt the pain of a knotted orgasm, trying to burst its way out of a complex of nerves and silently screaming muscles.
"Oh God, oh, Daddy! Let me come! Help me! Help me!" She choked on the rising words, and began to come in a rolling series of waves that pounded her clenched ass up and back, down and forward. And, to her joy, she felt the hard orgasm opening her, its burst of juices slicking her vagina and the man's heavy cock so that he was pounding into her. The feel of ripping was gone; all she felt was heat and stretch and friction and the gut-tightening pain as he battered at her womb and stretched the closed end of her cunt.
She could hear him laughing softly as his whiskered and sweated cheek lay next to hers, as the final flutters of her deepest muscles kissed and sucked at the buried head of his cock. She felt big and grown up as the whiskey fumes railed around her. This was a man! She regretted that he must have come, that he would wither and slip out of her hungry cunt.
He was whispering in her ear. "You're damned right you're tight, baby, and you're damned right I'm big!"
His lean belly was slippery with his and her sweat, and the smell of cunt and sweat made her giddy with the deep pleasure of the fuck, and she felt her vaginal muscles wrap around the big pole of meat, which was still strangely hard.
"You hit bottom every time you shoved into me," she whispered. "Did I holler very loud?"
His loins knotted and he worked the big prick around in her, letting it soak in the hot juice that filled her so full that he had pistoned out a lot of it, along her thighs, in the dark crevice of her compressed asscheeks.
She jumped as his movements stretched her and worked around her cervix. "How come you're still hard?" she asked wonderingly.
He plunged into her and pulled out, repeating the action.
"I didn't come, yet, baby," he laughed. "Remember what I told you? I'm going to fuck you right up a wall!"
She laughed comfortably, confidently, and pulled his tough old face around to hers. She looked at him for a long moment, and he was amazed at the maturity of that look on her baby face. She opened her mouth and licked around her lips, and he went to her gently, sinking his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth. She sacked and licked, pushed his head back and licked all around his mouth, and grinned.
"I love to lick my pussy-juice off you," she whispered. "I just wish I could bend my back enough to reach my cunt – idiot's delight, they say, sucking yourself off!"
His body seemed to come alive and his big cock twisted into her as he rammed and plunged, his mouth back on hers, his tongue trying to suck hers up by its roots, his body beating the width, the hairy softness, the running red slab of her raised mid opened cunt.
She did not know it, because she actually had too little experience for comparisons, but she was getting a premium fuck. As a cowboy, Jud Kenny was a fake a riding faster, a pretender, a joke. But he was a man. Booze and long hours in the outdoors made him look fifteen years older than his age. He was forty-six, which would have seemed ancient to Angela, but he was as good in bed as he ever was. And he knew that sex meant more then a slick pussy wrapped around a cock.
He rubbed his hands over her long, firm breasts, pressing them down hard, getting the suddenly expanding nipples between his fingers. He tongued her deeply, deliberately letting his sin of spit slide into her mouth, feeling her swallow, suddenly wishing he had his cock buried in that soft throat.
The smell of lust grew thicker, and the girl bumped up to him frantically, and he immediately began to slam his body against her, burying the length of his cock into her in a later rhythm, listening to her grunts of coming. He did not let her rest, either, but continued to fuck after bar come we over and she we fighting to dislodge his prick from her screamingly sensitive pussy.
She began screaming against his tongue, almost fainting from the pain of a sensitivity beyond description, her cunt still burning from that fierce orgasm, needing to rest, but being crammed by the hard cock, her shrinking clitoris beaten by his mound and scraped by his pubic hair.
In the midst of this twisted sensuality, with pain flooding trough her belly meeting the pain coming down from her bruised breasts, her body suddenly took on a new, unexpected consciousness, the crazy joy of a feeling too intense to believe. Her protesting cunt was no longer trying to shake the man out or slip back from his thrusts. Rather, accepting the unbearable, the cunt, the ass, the breasts, the belly, the tongue – all her parts and all her body, in fact – became one large, hungry, gulping pussy, feeling good all over, trying to get the entire man into her, trying to eat him alive with her cunt.
She came again, and screamed again, but this time she did not fight for rest. Instead, she began to swing her body from side to side as if seeking new areas inside her cunt to rub on his beating, plunging cock.
And all the time, from the instant he had started the fucking again, whenever his mouth was away from hers, Kenny kept up a steady stream of talk to inflame her mind: "I'm right up your cunt, baby! My hard old cock is slamming around in your hot cunt! You're a great piece of ass, baby, a wonderful fuck! You're coming by the quart, Angela. That's your name, ain't it, baby? Yes, Miss Angela Hart, cunt and all; tight pink pussy, cute blonde-haired cunt! Fuck me, doll! Take it all in! I'm deep in your cunt, baby – wrap some pussy around me!"
And with each burst of hot language, although her mind was far out in a whirling void, Angie responded. Never such a fuck, never such a woman, Kenny knew it with each slam of his cock into her. Goddamn it, what a cunt! Running with juice, buckets of it, but tight and soft and sweet.
She screamed again, and even in his lust, Jud sensed a nearness to son form of totality, to the end of some rope, the presence of a condition that could go out of control. For his cock we almost his master, and his hands knew the silky weight of her tits so that they felt like cunts, too.
Angie feeling that she had been split open and sewed back around this Godlike prick, her seeming to be part of her cunt, her tits feeling twice as big, the nipples throbbing with the desperate waves of sensation in her pussy, was still fucking with the abandon of joy bigger than herself.
One more sensation for her was in Jud Kenny's mind; she wanted everything; he could not and would not give her the joys of a beating – not yet, at least – but there a another pain that women dug, and he had fucked for so long that he needed something to get him off this high hook, to jar that enormous load out of his aching balls.
"Pull your legs back, baby," he hissed. "Real high! Touch the wall with your toes! There, that's it!"
She could only twist, her ass nearly six inches off the bed, her cunt so slitted and stretched that her own cuntlips were sucking at her vagina.
She felt his hand wiping up and down the cleft of her in the rim of cum that he was pumping out, and suddenly there came a brutality of sensation she had, somehow, been expecting.
Right up her ass, in an area as tender as any spot in her cunt. Deep in, deep into a new crater of nerves made twice tender by the long, the unbelievably demanding fuck. Up where his cock but pressed against it in the dark. How many times had she come? No way to know, but she we coming now with a ferocity that took every heartbeat, every ounce of mind and body, that joined every sensory nerve in her body.
And strangely, lost, in that dark land of sexual spasm, she felt him pumping his sperm into her, felt its heat run into her, felt the long, jerking throbs as he plastered the inside of her body with his jets of sperm.
They both were against the mattress now, Jud's loins still driving the cock into her, her cunt, suddenly gone slack as it could get with her final come, still rippling slowly around his bar of hot meat.
He thought she was singing, but he began to make out the words she was huskily sending out. "Up a wall! Up a wall! Up a wall! Oh, Daddy, you've fucked me up a wall!"
He kissed her on the lips, gently, and felt her tongue, soft and limp from the draining of her body. The clean, sweaty smell of her, of her clean hair, of her tired, slack, streaming cunt, was like good whiskey. No, better.
"Oh, Mister Kenny, what can I say?" the soft voice came to him. She moved his hands under her arms. In the fashion of her generation, she had never shaved; the tufts of curly hair, exactly the same texture as the hair on her cunt, were damp and fragrant. "You're so good, so good!" she crooned. "I never knew. It's like I never had it before!"
"You'll have it as long as you stay around here, baby," he promised. "You're better than any grown woman in the world!"
She laughed quietly, happily. "But I don't even know how to do it," she whispered. "I'll try to learn."
His cock slipped out of her pressing cuntlips, and she groaned; her eyes closed. Kenny pulled away and looked.
Every hair on her tender, soft pussy was matted and stuck together with her cum and his.
The thick, soft, outer lips looked almost hairless, and they were parted to show the drenched, slick surfaces of membrane, their swelling gradually going down. Thick drops of his semen were oozing out of the bubbly hole, running down out of sight. He pulled the top of her split open, very gently, and could not even see her clitoris; it had retreated; its area was pearly pink.
He turned his gaze up to look at her mouth, thinking how much the surface of the tender cunt was like that inside her lips, and felt a twist of fatherly compassion.
Angela, so wanton a few minutes before, fiercer than any woman in the fury of her fuck-madness, was asleep!
Somehow, he got her clothes on her. Lucky she didn't wear more, considering his own exhaustion. She never did fully awaken, but at least he didn't have to carry her as the two of them finally made it over to the feed barn and he passed her through the door to the girl who looked so much like her. Oddly, the girl had taken off her clothes, undressing to go to bed in the hay.
He felt a stirring of desire, looking at those soft breasts, the unshadowed triangle where her belly joined her thighs. But he knew it was in his mind rather than in his balls, and turned away, smiling to himself. In the glare from the big floodlight, he walked to his car, got in, and headed for his home.