John Kellerman - Balling cousins

"Sheila, I've got something really important to ask you…"

She stuck her face close to mine and whispered, "Like when can we fuck?" I tried to shake my heed no, but she was pushing my hand deeper under her dress. Already I could feel the dampness of her panty crotch, and her own fingers were fumbling drunkenly at my fly, trying to open the buttons.

"Sheila… uhhhh…"

"Why don't you come live with me, pretty boy?" she asked drunkenly. "I'll keep you in the back room and nobody'll haf tuh know."

"If you'd just let me explain."

"Suck your pretty cock ever' mornin' and ever' night…"

I saw the cowboy get the beers and start back across the dance floor. Sheila was squirming her ass around in the seat, rubbing her wet cunt mound against my shaking fingers. Two of my fly buttons were loose and Sheila's fingers were probing for the head of my cock. It was crazy, but having my hand so close to her snatch was making me forget things again. When the cowboy stopped to talk to a couple at a table, I pushed a finger under the edge of her crotchband and slipped it between her juicy cuntlips. I was surrounded by her squishy, hot juice and as I moved up and down against her clitoris, Sheila's face went slack and her tongue fluttered over her lips.

"Oh, baby, do I love that!" She leaned close again. "You know that las' time I didn't really le' myself go. Professional reasons. Never come the first time you work a trick." Her head lolled woozily and she smiled. "But next time I want you to ruin me, baby… really ruin me!"

I pulled my hand out of her underwear and tried to calm my breathing.

"The bartender said you were talking to Willy and that maybe you could tell me where he went with… with that girl he had."

Sheila stopped fooling with my pants and sat back in the booth. She frowned and picked up her almost-empty beer glass.

"You know Willy?"

"No… it's the girl. She's my cousin."

The tall blonde laughed and pulled at a spit curl of her close-cropped hair. "That black-haired bun' nympho that was in here… your cousin?"

"Where were they going?" I felt strangely sober. The booze still had a hold on me but I could control it now, had to control it.

"Wha' you care about them?" She slugged the foam out of the glass and set it back down hard on the table.

"Please, Sheila. It's important."

"Look, honey, old Sheila don't nose around in other people's business, but Willy and Danny usually bang out at the Wagon Wheel Motel whenever they come into town." She looked sadly at her empty beer glass. "It's about a mile outside of town on the Vanville highway."

I buttoned my fly back and stood up. "Thanks, Sheila."

I spun around and started for the door. Outside, I hoped to hell I'd find Jessica and the two men where Sheila had said I might… at the Wagon Wheel Motel.

The half-busted neon sign blinked weakly from behind the branches of an ancient willow tree. Most of the spokes of the wagon wheel had gone out or were only dimly visible from the road and the light in the manager's office was off. I shut off my lights and idled quietly through the gate. At first it didn't look as if a single unit were rented for the night, but then I saw a hub cap reflected from my parking lights near the back.

It wasn't until I pulled up beside the battered pickup and got out that the man stepped from the shadows of a crumbling garage next to cabin number fourteen.

"Where you think you're going, boy?" he drawled, walking towards me. He was every bit as tall as I was and about fifty pounds heavier.

"My c-c-cousin," I stammered as he circled a big hand around my arm. "I'm looking for my cousin."

He grinned at me in the dim light from the motel-room window. One front tooth was missing. "What makes you think you'll find her 'round here?"

I started to pull away from the hefty cowboy, but he only tightened down harder on my arm and smiled all the harder.

"Now, listen, boy, you don't want to get hurt, do ya?" He pushed his Stetson a little to the side and spat into the dirt. "My buddy Big Will is in that there room right now and he's busy. In other words, he wouldn't 'preciate it 'tall if you busted in while he was puttin' the plow in that dark-haired heifer we found."

"That's my cousin," I blurted, breathing hard. The big man looked amused. "Well is that a…" I wanted to hit him and rush in and save Jessica, but I knew that even if I did manage to get in the first punch, the fight would be over after the second one. The door of the motel room suddenly opened and the light from inside cut a swath across the place where we were standing. The cowboy who had a death grip on my arm motioned at the man who stood shirtless just inside the room.

"Hey Will, come look what turned up."

Willy opened the screen and came over to us, walking gingerly on the rough pound. I saw his feet were bare and the buttons of his blue jeans were undone. He looked like he had a terrific hard-on.

"Damn it, I thought I heard a car out here, Danny."

"This kid is that gal's cousin," Danny said, giving my arm a shake. "What say we have a little fun?"

I started to say something, but Danny suddenly spun me around and tucked my wrist up behind my back. The pain shot like a harpoon through my shoulder and I bit down hard on my bottom lip.

Willy rubbed a big hand across his hairy, hard-muscled belly and laughed. "Let's make him watch," he hissed, glancing back at the open door of the roam.

"Yeah," Danny giggled, "well gag the little motherfucker and tie him up!" He slapped his thigh and gave my arm another short shove that brought tears to my eyes. "Be more fun than last year's rodeo."

Willy went into the room and came back a few seconds later carrying a pillowcase and part of a sheet. He ripped off long strips and twisted them to make them stronger. Then he tore the pillowcase into three pieces and stuffed one of them into my mouth. I stood there helpless as he bound the gag in with a long sheet strip and tied it securely behind my head.

"Now you don't be making any noise at all, boy!" he warned, his shallow blue eyes hard as knife blades. "If you so much as fart, it'll be too bad for ya!" Danny laughed again at this and let me feel his boot heel against the back of my leg.

"Look at all this long hair, Will! We oughta cut it off and shove it up…"

"Shut up and bring him on in," Willy said sharply.

The motel room was pretty messed up. A chair was overturned and there was a half-empty bottle of whiskey on its side on the floor. But I didn't pay much attention to that. I was staring at Jessica's half-nude form lying on the dingy spread. I wanted to scream and cry and start fighting all at once. Danny must've sensed my angry frustration, because he gave my arm a reminding nudge and shoved me down hard in a chair.

Willy ran a rough hand over Jessica's naked shoulders and began to unbutton the side of her short white miniskirt. Jessie stiffened and her bare tits quivered.

"You don't mind if Danny watches, do you, baby? Can't see that it makes any difference to a blind girl."

Jessica swallowed hard and rubbed her hands over her face. "I think I've changed my mind… I want to go b-b-back to the bar."

Willy surrounded her waist with both hands and pulled her back against his chest. "Oh, baby, a deal is a deal." He took his cock and pressed it against Jessica's arm.

She shivered and jerked away, but Willy wrestled her down on the bed and reached up under her skirt. In an instant he'd shredded the crotch out of her panties and pulled tern down over her knees. Jessica fought at first, but the broad-shouldered cowboy put a knee against the softness of her thigh and ripped the ruined panties the rest of the way off. Jessie began to whine softly. I could see the dark triangle of her pussy hair as Willy threw her skirt up over her belly and roughly pushed her knees apart. The fur-edged cuntlips parted to show the glistening slickness of her pussy.