Joe Lawton - Sister in heat

"Make me come like I've never come before. Fuck me, fuck me!"

He crashed his wet and heavy nuts into her cunt bone.

"I'm doing the best I can."

"Don't stop! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Again and again Cowboy rammed his mighty prick into her bubbling and agitated cunt. Then, unexpectedly, she felt his body stiffen. He was on the verge of popping his nuts. A moment later she started coming. Guts tangled, her ass-ring tightened, her flesh tingled and quivered. She made a whimpering sound and coiled her slender legs around Cowboy's furiously bobbing ass. With equal suddenness she wrapped her arms around his neck and strained his sweaty face to her doting breasts, then gave his pounding prick a vicious suck with the lips of her cunt, and suddenly they were both grunting and shuddering as they got their rocks off.

Scalding gobs of jism squirted from the tip of Cowboy's rampaging cock to mingle with Lorna's come.

Juices leaked and soon the room was filled with the strange smell.

"Good," Lorna murmured when she finished juicing her pussy. "Better than good. Wonderful."

Cowboy freed himself of the arms still wrapped around his neck, then lifted his head and kissed the glowing tips of her breasts.

"You took the words right out of my mouth, Lorna. No shit. Yours is the tightest and best piece of pussy I've ever had."

One corner of Lorna's mouth turned up when she felt his jism oozing out of her contented cunt. "At present it's also one of the sloppiest pussies, so take your cock out of there. Drink some Scotch while I shower and then you can fuck me again."

"I'm with you."

"You're also still in me. Unhook."

Cowboy slowly pulled his rubbery prick out of Lorna's come-saturated cunt and rolled clear of her. They stood up in unison, each clinging to the other, then breaking apart. She treated his spongy cock to a quick hug with her hand. He gave the nipples of her breasts another kiss. She shivered and started jerking on his cock. For the moment he was all fucked out.

His prick jumped free of Lorna's grip when he turned away from her.

"Take your time in the bathroom. I'm a slow drinker."

Lorna stood there with Cowboy's jism trickling down her inner thighs, and watched his cock swing freely while he moved toward the dresser to get his glass of Scotch. Then she wiggled her ass into the bathroom, leaving a trail of come in her wake.

Twenty minutes later she emerged from the shower to find Cowboy among the missing, along with nearly four hundred dollars from her purse.

Through the window she saw her station wagon gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight.

Lorna finished checking the contents of her shoulder bag and started to put it back on the dresser. Then her eye caught a section of a three day old Colorado newspaper parked on top of the local phone book. The headlines screamed, SEX KILLER ESCAPES. Beneath the ugly black letters was a picture of the escapee whose name was Logan Pelk, better known as Cowboy.

A quick breath quaked her breasts while she poured some Scotch with trembling hands. She told her reflection in the dresser mirror, "Be glad he only took your money and not your life, Lorna Morgan Wild."

Twenty-five miles down the highway she was still shaking.

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.