Chapter 2
Yvette Yeager was half-Irish, half-Blackfoot, and all woman. Tall and willowy, with shoulder-length hair the color of a crow flying in the early morning sunlight, high solid tits and a firm shapely ass, it was easy to see why she attracted attention wherever she went. Like now as she entered the County Building and rode the escalator to the second floor where Sheriff Ben Luray had his office.
Two men she didn't know rode up behind her. Yvette knew they were looking her over. She could feel their eyes peeling her as though she were a ripe banana. Removing her jacket, blouse, skirt, half-bra and bikini panties, then putting their mental cocks to her tight asshole and equally tight cunt. The imaginary rape-job didn't bother her. She would start worrying when men stopped doing it to her.
The two men followed Yvette's wriggling ass down the antiseptic-smelling corridor. She reached the door she wanted and looked them over as they passed by. A smug smile curved her sensual red lips. She had given both of them stiff pricks. Imps of amusement danced in her dark eyes as she turned away.
Billy Lone Arrow was alone in the outer office when Yvette entered. The ancient turnkey showed her his toothless gums in a smile and said, "Your brother's expecting you, Mrs. Yeager." He jerked his head towards the frosted glass door. "Go right in. I'll see that nobody bothers Ben while you're here."
Yvette thanked Billy Lone Arrow and entered her brother's private office to find it empty. She waited until she heard the automatic door lock click into place, then turned towards the toilet and called softly, "Ben."
Her twin brother stepped out of the John, patting aftershave lotion on his cheeks. He grinned at her and said, "I wasn't expecting you for another ten or fifteen minutes, Sis."
Yvette's voice turned teasing as she shrugged out of her jacket and made her sharply pointed tits do a brief but tantalizing dance behind the boyishly cut blouse that covered them. "I can always leave and come back later."
"Over my dead body," Ben growled as he opened his arms. "I haven't had a taste or a good feel of you in two weeks, and that's too fucking long for this dog to do without. Come here." Yvette trilled a laugh and moved into his arms with all the assurance of a woman who had been there many times before, which was true. Ben's cock was the first one she had ever seen, touched, tasted and taken in her cunt and up her asshole. They had been thirteen years old at the time. They were twenty-eight now . .. and still good with and for each other.
"Two weeks without you is too long for me, too," Yvette purred as she rubbed her cunt over his hardening cock and mashed her tits against his chest. "But don't blame me for that. You're the one who got hot for a trip to the crap tables in Vegas, not me." She giggled suddenly. "I'm glad you didn't decide to make it three weeks. The old pussy beard is already hanging halfway to my knees."
"It won't be hanging when you leave here," Ben told her, his hands lifting to the front of her blouse. "All I have to do is get you undressed and then I can make like a mad barber."
Yvette stepped back, tits rising and falling, their long nipples jutting. "Let me do it."
Ben plopped his ass on the edge of his desk to watch her undress, then rasped, "Go."
Yvette winked and loosened the highest button on her blouse. Then the second. Her glance dropped to watch her squirming fingers. The third button. The fourth. The blouse gaped open, and momentarily the white nylon half-bra and the upper hemispheres of her quaking jugs gleamed like shimmering marble in the sunlight that flooded the room.
Ben Luray smacked his lips and said thickly, "No fucking doubt about it, babe, you've got 'em. Tits that won't quit. Big tits. Suckable tits. Take off the blouse." He waited until Yvette obeyed, then croaked, "Now shake those big tits of yours at me."
Yvette made her big boobs bounce. "Again, Sis."
Yvette made her boobs bounce harder. "One more time, Sis."
Yvette's tits almost jumped free of the half-bra that held them captive as she shook them at her brother again.
Ben chortled and rubbed sweating palms against the sides of his tailored pants. Then he left his perch on the edge of the desk, closed the narrow gap that lay between them and lifted his hands to Yvette's boobs. She stood frozen. Ben's fingers hooked into her half-bra, tugged downward. Straps broke and her tits quivered into nakedness.
Yvette shivered as her nipples came to full attention and panted, "All the way, love brother. It's an old bra."
Ben ripped the half-bra free of her body and stepped back. He parked his ass on the edge of the desk once more and said gratingly, "Strip the rest of the way, Sis."
Yvette was no amateur when it came to teasing. She knew all the tricks that put a man's nerves on edge, that made him blind to everything except whatever part of her body she chose at the moment to call to his attention.
"Here we go," Yvette said as she reached for the zipper on her skirt. "Start drooling."
"That's what my cock is doing, so why should I be any different?"
Yvette unlocked the zipper on her skirt and a wedge of her white bikini panties came into view. She pushed the skirt down past her hips and followed it down to where she could step clear of the material. Then she straightened and shook her tits at Ben again. He didn't look at her boobs. His eyes were on her crotch. Her own glance dropped. She laughed softly. The webbing of her panties were caught in the cleft of her cunt. She skinned out of them, then tossed the panties aside. There were no stockings to worry about. She didn't remove her needle-heeled shoes. She shook her hairy pussy at Ben and said throatily, "Now you, love brother. Get all the way naked and feed me your juicy prick."
Ben moved away from the cluttered desk and did a fast strip. Then he dropped to the rug and stretched out on his back, stiff cock jutting ceiling-ward. Yvette sank and stretched out beside him, on her belly. She came up on one elbow and stared at his big dick. Her hand reached for his cock. She ran her fingers through the crude halo of hair around the base of it, then dipped her head and sucked the slimy knob into her mouth. Ben shuddered.
Yvette's sucking mouth had an almost instantaneous effect on Ben's emotions. He started moaning as she took more of his juicy cock inside her mouth. Her lips tightened and teased his prick as she moved her fingers down to his balls and cupped them. She felt his excitement mount as she gobbled his dick and toyed with his nuts. She waited until his whang started to pound like a hammer against her teeth. Then she popped his cock out of her mouth and said breathlessly, "Don't cream yet, love brother. Let me enjoy myself a little before you feed me a nice thick load of cum."
"Enjoy," Ben replied through clenched teeth. "I know what you want to do next. Go ahead and suck my balls."
Yvette moved her face to the base of his spit-wet prick and slurped his right nut into her warm and hungry mouth. She sucked and licked at the big nut, simultaneously inhaling the tangy sweat and cock-juice odor that wafted upward. She loved to smell his crotch. So did her cunt. The animal fragrance produced a mild come . ..
"The other one, Sis. Suck my other nut a little."
She released her lip-hold on his right ball and sucked the left one into her mouth. Ben's ass began to bounce all over the rug. Pressure was building up inside his prick, and now he wanted her to blow him into a wild come.
"I don't want to shoot my load all over the ceiling," Ben croaked. "Take my dick back in your mouth and suck me off, Sis. Now, now!"
"Yes," Yvette purred as she moved away from his balls and licked her way up to his juicy cock-head, "now."
And then she yawned and dropped her mouth over his slippery and pounding prick again.
"Son of a bitch, that feels so good!" Ben blurted as Yvette tightened her lips around his cock and raked it with her teeth. "Don't stop! Take me all the way! Suck me, suck me, suck me all the way off!"
Yvette responded to the urgency in Ben's voice. She brought her lips, tongue and teeth into play, then shivered as Ben's hands found her head. She loved to have him run his fingers through her hair and talk to her while she nursed at his cock and toyed with his balls, or tickled his asshole while she worked to get his load of jizz in her mouth.
Ben knew what she wanted, and gave it to her. He worked his fingers through her hair and panted, "Eat my dick, you beautiful filthy cock-sucker, eat my dick. Suck me off and eat my cum. Blow, blow, blow! Yes, yes, like that. Right on, bitch! Drive me out of my fucking mind. Suck! The cum's building up in my cock. Keep working. It won't be long now! Soon . . . soon I'm going to blow my nuts and give you a nice heavy load of prick-juice. Suck, suck! Ahhhhhh ..."
Yvette closed her eyes and shuddered through a climax of her own as Ben's cock exploded in her mouth. She devoured his cock-cream and nothing had ever tasted so sweet. Nectar. Pure nectar.
"Eat, Sis, eat!"
Yvette made loud gulping sounds as she gobbled down the thick globs of delicious jizz his prick was squirting into her hungry mouth. She swallowed and kept swallowing until his balls stopped blasting. Then she lifted her head and permitted his dick to slip free of her lips, and said, "Judging by the load you just fed me, all you must have done in Vegas was shoot craps."
"While you stayed home and grew a cunt-beard."
"Right on, love brother."
"Why didn't you let Clint take care of the beard?"
Yvette sat up and made a sour face. "That old fart is too preoccupied with the Crocker girls' pussies to do anything about mine. I think he's had every one except Elke, and she's way overdue for a session with him. Not that I give a shit as long as I have your cock to fall back on."
"I'm ready if you are."
Yvette smiled at his again-hard cock, shook her head. "I want you to fuck me, but not until after you make me bald."
Ben chuckled. "Hang in there till I get the razor."
"Hurry."
Ben scrambled to his feet and scooted into the john. He reappeared in a few seconds with an orchid-colored, battery-powered travel razor. He sat down beside her on the floor and said, "Stretch out and let me get at that bushy cunt of yours, Sis."
Yvette flopped to her back and smiled at him over the peaks of her trembling tits.
Ben shifted to a kneeling position and pressed a button. The cordless razor came to life and made a buzzing sound. He grinned and said, "Sounds like a mad hornet."
"I'll mad-hornet your balls if you don't get with it," Yvette said with mock truculence. "Come on, stop teasing and start shaving the hairs from my hot cunt."
"Would you like to watch the operation?"
"You're fucking right I would."
Ben gathered up her scattered clothing and made a pillow out of them. He tucked the bundle under her head in such a manner that her shoulders were elevated to the point where she could watch as he dropped the droning razor to the thick patch of curly black hair between her scissored legs.
"Watch the clit," Yvette cautioned as he started shaving her hot and bothered cunt.
"I am."
Yvette laughed.
Hair vanished under the onslaught of the battery-powered mower and momentarily her cunt was showing. A few more passes with the razor and her twat was completely bald, like a little girl three years short of puberty.
She laughed again and said, "How about that-I have a pink pussy."
"And a clit to match."
The razor moved away from her tingling cunt. A shiver sliced through her system. "Finished?" she asked.
Ben buttoned the cordless razor into silence, nodded. "Finished. How does it look now?"
"Beautiful. And clean."
"I like clean cunts."
"I know. You always did. That's why I let you shave mine."
Ben smacked his lips. "It looks good enough to eat."
"I thought you wanted to fuck me."
"I'd rather eat you first."
"Be my guest."
Ben dropped the cordless razor and shifted position again. A moment later his head dropped to the bald target. His lips brushed against her jutting clit. Yvette felt more heat jump into her already blazing box. A moan tore past her slightly parted lips and her body twisted as though she were lying on a bed of nails.
"Ah, that feels so wonderful, love brother, but it will feel much better when you bury your tongue in this wet cunt of mine. Do it!"
Ben released his mouth grip on her jutting clit and kissed her slippery cunt. He parted the meaty pink lips by forcing his tongue straight in, until his mouth touched flesh.
Yvette started to cream and shrilled, "Ram me, darling, ram the shit out of my pussy!"
Ben's tongue dug deeper into her melting box, and Yvette gripped the back of his head to get it in deeper. Her tits bounced as she mashed her cunt against his face and locked her thighs around his back. Ben's tongue continued to writhe inside her snatch, and momentarily the small tumult turned into a full-scale riot within her loins. Breathing turned ragged as she ground her hips and rubbed her pussy hard against his working mouth, then held it there while she screamed and shuddered her way through a viciously beautiful come .. .
Finally Yvette's legs relaxed. She smiled dreamily and said huskily, "You can stop licking my cunt now, darling-you really made me come big."
Ben's tongue backed out of her pussy. He lifted his head from between her legs. Yvette looked at him and giggled. The lower half of his face was wet with juice. Her juice. He licked his lips and said, "Damn, when you get your gun, you don't mess around."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch."
"Who's bitching?"
Yvette waited until Ben wiped her twat-juice away with the back of his hand before she said, "You cleaned my cunt. Why don't you do the same thing to my tits while you fuck me?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Ben growled as he scrambled between her legs and rammed his dick into her cunt, all the way to the balls.
"Sweet son of a bitch!" Yvette hissed on the heel of a loud grunt. "I knew you were going to shove your cock into me like that. I'm glad you did, darling. I like it! Give me more. Suck my tits and fuck me, fuck me right out of my mind!"
Ben dropped his face to her tits and put the tongue to her tingling nipples while he slapped his prick to her milking cunt. He tongued the dark circles around her nipples, he licked between her jugs, and then he took the nearest nipple between his lips and nursed on it while he poured the cock to her tight pussy.
"Harder, fuck me harder!" Yvette panted as her ass lifted to meet his every thrust. "Give me every bit of that beautiful whang of yours. Balls and all if you can. Ah, ah, ah, that feels so good! Oh, something nice is happening inside my guts. I feel so creamy!"
Ben stopped sucking her tits and shifted his prick into high gear. He slammed his balls against her soggy cunt-lips and rasped, "I'm almost there myself, Sis."
"Let it fly!" Yvette shrilled. "Burn my guts with your cum! I'm blowing my pussy! Blow with me, darling! Give me your cock-juice! Ah, yes, like that! So hot! So fucking hot!"
Ben finished blowing his nuts and slowly snaked his wilting prick out of Yvette's jizz filled cunt. Eyes remained glazed, chest heaved and his voice came labored as he grinned down at his sister and said, "I hope to fuck you satisfied, because I sure as shit can't do another number on that bald little snatch of yours. Not on any hole. Not today. I've had it."
Yvette squirmed out from under her twin brother and sat up with a tinkling laugh. "I'll save wear and tear on my asshole until another time, love brother." She stood up and grimaced as she felt Ben's jizz gush out of her cunt to stain her inner thighs and splash against the thick rug. "I'm satisfied for now. More than satisfied. You fucked me good. Gracias."
"Welcome."
Yvette made another face as more of Ben's cock-juice ran out of her pussy, then said, "I'd better wipe up before I ruin this beautiful rug of yours."
"You know where the tissue is."
Yvette reached for the box of Kleenex on the corner of Ben's cluttered desk. Her hand paused in midreach as the full front and profile picture on a wanted poster attracted her attention. She picked up the flyer and stared at it, eyes large with surprise, and then she muttered, "Now isn't this a mother-fucker."
Ben's flaccid cock swung from side to side as he came up beside her and said, "What, Sis?"
"This wanted circular."
"I'm familiar with it."
"How familiar?"
"The punk's name is George Zack," Ben recited as he took the flyer from her. He didn't bother to look at it. "Six feet tall, two hundred pounds, age eighteen. Emotional basket case. Got his ass put away a couple of years back for killing some broad who wouldn't put out for him. At the moment he's an escapee from the state mental institution in Utah."
Yvette's delicate eyebrows arched. "He's a nut?"
Ben nodded solemnly as he watched Yvette apply a handful of Kleenex to her bald cunt. "A dangerous sexual psychopath, according to his hot sheet. Why the interest in this George Zack?"
"Because I saw the son of a bitch this morning," Yvette replied as she finished wiping her pussy. "Right here in Timber City."
Ben blinked. "Are you sure, Sis?"
"I'm positive," Yvette said grimly as she retrieved her panties and stepped into them. "The kinky bastard bummed me for the price of a breakfast right in front of Pedro Conejo's television repair shop."