Chapter 5
Clint Yeager's weather beaten face split in a wide grin when Elke Crocker entered the manure-and piss-polluted barn where he was overhauling his fairly new tractor. The miniature honey blonde with dark chocolate eyes, small Cupid's-bow mouth, and tits almost too big for her dainty body waited for the fifty-year old man's tongue to unroll like a carpet and hit the shit-splattered floor. She always expected Clint's tongue to do that whenever he saw her. Even more so today, since this made the first time the lecherous potato-grower could lay claim to being alone with her, through no fault of his own.
Elke knew the constantly raunchy old man had fed and slapped the cock to her mother and sisters. All three had told her in juicy detail that Clint had a few peculiar sex hang-ups, but this didn't bug her. Especially since she had no intentions of letting him do any kind of number on her with his prick. .. unless he lowered the figure on that damn bull he had up for sale-or gave it to her for nothing.
"Maria send you over to get a price drop on my prize bull?" Clint Yeager drawled as he took in the micro-mini skirt and matching scoop-neck stretch blouse she was wearing. His surprisingly white teeth flashed in another smile. "It could happen, Elke." He licked his lips, then added suggestively, "The way you're dolled up in that extra-short skirt and that shovel-necked titty-hugger, anything might happen."
"This seventeen-year-old pussycat has to dicker before you dick her," Elke said flippantly as she reached for the transistor radio blaring on the tractor seat and turned it off. Then she glanced around the barn and asked, "Where's the bull?"
Clint pointed. "Right there in that box stall, Elke. But don't go in there with him. Too dangerous. That old bull might take one look at those big cow-tits of yours and try to fuck you."
"Horseshit," Elke said as she crossed over to the concrete box stall and examined the huge and powerful-looking bull through the aluminum swing-gate. "About the only thing this bastard can breed is contempt. And you're asking a thousand bucks for him? Man, you can't be playing with a full deck." She kept her shapely ass turned to Clint Yeager. "Five hundred would be more like it."
Clint made a derisive sound. "I'd get a real fucking if I sold him for that price."
"A fucking is what you want from me, isn't it?"
"Not that kind. Not a dry one." He paused for a deep breath. "How about nine hundred?"
"Five hundred would be more like it."
"I might be a little off my wire but I'm not stupid," Clint said tonelessly. "Eight hundred is as low as I'm willing to go, you little rustler."
Elke stopped staring at the snorting bull and whirled to face Clint Yeager, tits jumping behind her scoop-neck blouse. "Make it five and you can use your cock on me."
Clint grinned. "I wondered when you'd get to fighting dirty and hit me below the belt. Half-price on the breeder and I get to use my prick on you, eh?"
"Right."
"How?"
"Any damn way you want me."
"For how long?"
A mischievous smile came to her lips. "Until you're all sucked out or all fucked out. Do we have a deal?"
"Let me think about it while I take a piss," Clint said as he unzipped his baggy pants and hauled out his long fat prick. Devils of amusement glinted in his eyes. He didn't turn away from Elke. He simply pointed his impressive cock away from his feet and started pissing all over the back wheel of his tractor.
Elke stood like a statue and watched the thick stream of piss gush out of the old man's long and limber prick. Sight of his cock and the amber fluid spurting out of it brought instant heat to her tight-lipped cunt, and made her nipples start tingling as though they had suddenly been frost-bitten.
Clint Yeager wagged his still-spurting prick at her and asked teasingly, "Would you be willing to pay seven hundred bucks for the bull and this cock I'm holding in my hand, Elke?"
"Maria told me not to go over five hundred," Elke said as she watched Clint finish pissing. He didn't put his cock back in his baggy pants. He simply released his grip on the big dong and let it hang and swing freely. Elke licked her Cupid's-bow lips. "The extra two hundred would have to come out of my own pocket, but there might be a solution to both our problems. Are you a gambling man, Clint?"
"The chances I take with the kind of wife I've got, I have to be. Call it, Elke."
"Seven for seven," Elke told him. "Cream your cock seven times and I'll give you seven hundred dollars for that damn bull. Fall short of seven and you give me the bull for nothing. Do we play?"
"Only if you let me do whatever I want with you." He saw her hesitate and added quickly, "No pain shit or torture stuff, Elke. Fun games. Nothing else."
"In that case, let's get with it, but not on this shit-covered floor."
Clint led the way inside a nearby empty box stall. A thick bed of clean straw covered the wooden floor. He did a quick strip. Elke started to do the same. He shook his head at her and said, "Not yet, big tits. I'll see, touch and taste your naked goodies later. The first thing I want from you is a nice blow-job."
"You're not ready for one, Clint. Your cock is still soft."
"Harden it for me."
Elke reached out and fisted Clint's cock. It didn't take long to work it into a beautiful hard-on. A few hard strokes and Clint's awesome prick was ready for action. She palmed his big balls with her left hand, then squeezed his cock-head with the other. A gob of juice landed in the palm of her hand. She released her grip on his knob and licked the prick-juice from her palm.
Clint grinned at her and said, "Why don't you get down on your knees and drink straight from the faucet? Go ahead, big tits. Take my cock in that small mouth of yours and suck me off. Make it fast. I've got a big load of jizz to dump down your throat."
Elke laughed shakily and melted to her knees before him. She clutched his cock again and kissed the egg-sized knob. It tasted and smelled clean. She was getting ready to lick the knob a little when Clint grabbed her by the ears and crammed it between her parted lips.
"That's better," Clint rasped as he waited for her to start sucking and teething his cock. "Now you can lick and chomp at the same time. Get with it, Elke. Put those tight red lips of yours to work and see if you can pull my asshole through my prick when you get my come. Blow, big tits, blow."
Elke felt her cunt start juicing as she took more of Clint's fat cock into her mouth. The old man hung onto her shell-like ears and started fucking her lips. Back and forth he moved his prick like a bow on a violin, giving her a little more each time he slid forward, and when his cock-head tapped at the back of Elke's mouth, she shivered and came in her panties for the first time. A small come, but it was beautiful.
The mild orgasm turned her on all the way, and now she wanted another come. Clint's cock-cream flooding her mouth might give her another one. She cupped his big balls in her left hand and went to work on his dripping prick with her lips, tongue and teeth.
"I think you're about to rip my goddamn guts loose," Clint croaked as Elke sucked and licked and teethed on his throbbing cock, "but don't stop. Pull them loose and to hell with it-as long as you jerk the cum out of my joint at the same time. Eat me, eat my prick!"
Elke squeezed Clint's nuts and gave his dick a violent suck at the same time. Clint belched in pain as her fingernails dug into his balls. A whisper later he started making ah-ah-ah sounds as his prick went off in Elke's mouth. Her eyes grew large as Clint's cock erupted like a wild volcano. She started swallowing fast and loud as hot gobs of jizz spurted from the rampaging rod her lips held in a death grip. She couldn't swallow his load fast enough. Some of his sperm slid past the prick between her vised lips and dribbled down her chin. She caught the runaway droplets in the palm of her hand to save for after Clint finished creaming, and took his beautiful cock out of her mouth.
"If I'm lying, I'm dying," Clint said raggedly as he finished popping his nuts and slowly pulled his lipstick-smeared prick out of Elke's mouth, "but I've never had a blow-job like the one you just finished giving me, big tits. Not even from your mother and sisters, and all three of them are damn good cock-suckers. But you-my God, you could kill a man with that mouth of yours if you gave him one blow-job after another for about an hour."
Elke licked his jizz from her palm and smiled impudently. "Sounds like I just won myself a free bull."
"Like hell you did," Clint laughed as he helped her up from the floor and mashed her big tits against his chest. "I might not be able to hack another of your gut-breaking blow-jobs, but I can damn sure pop six more times in other ways."
"I hope not," Elke said as she felt his cock grow hard against her belly again. "I enjoy winning. I usually do, you know." She reached down and fondled his fresh hard-on. "How do you want it now, stud? Six loads straight to my cunt?"
"I'll let you know after you drop what little clothes you're wearing, big tits." He stepped back to watch her undress, his cock swaying, its head drooping towards the floor like a bashful snake. "Strip."
Elke started with her micro-miniskirt. She loosened the zipper and teased the black material down over her hips, then knifed forward to follow it down to her ankles.
"I like those little black panties you're wearing," Clint said as Elke straightened and started to pull the stretch blouse over her head. "What did they make them out of-two Band-Aids?"
"One," Elke laughed as she tossed the blouse aside and pushed her big tits towards his face. "But they used a whole box of them to make this bra I'm wearing."
"Seeing as that tit-holder is strapless, I guess the only reason you wear it is for show," Clint said. "Big tits don't always sag. Not Crocker tits anyhow."
"You ought to know," Elke said as she skinned out of her skimpy panties, then unclasped her strapless half-bra and tumbled her coral-tipped tits into nakedness. "This is the last pair, which means that now you've seen every damn Crocker tit in existence. And cunt, too." She jerked her hips. "Want some now?"
"I'll taste it before I fuck it, but not yet," Clint wheezed as he grabbed her tits and hugged them with his big hands. "That's where my last load of cum will go."
"And the one now in your big cock, where does it go?"
"Stretch out on your back and I'll show you."
Elke's tits bounced as she dropped to the straw-covered floor of the box stall. She wondered what the hell this old man was going to do next. She stopped wondering a moment later as Clint sank down to straddle her bucking boobs, fisted his heavily veined prick and said, "This load of cum goes on you, not in you, Elke."
"And I think I know where on me," Elke tittered, remembering suddenly what sister Darlene had told her about one of this old man's weird sexual hang-ups. "You're going to jerk off in my face, right?"
"Not if you don't want me to."
"Go ahead and beat your meat in my face," Elke laughed. "I like new experiences."
Clint gripped his cock and proceeded to massage it with long fluid strokes, all the while keeping its pink knob pointed towards the center of Elke's beautiful face. She watched his every stroke in wide-eyed fascination, her cunt getting hotter by the minute as she waited for the thick splash of jizz to hit her . .. hopefully in her open mouth.
Clint's hand turned into a blur as it raced up and down his prick, his breathing turned ragged, and now his voice came like a sick frog's as he panted, "I don't want to sting your eyes with my cum, Elke. Close them . . . real fast.. . 'cause I'm just about ready to give your pretty face one hell of a bath!"
Elke closed her eyes, and not a moment too soon, for a pulse-beat later Clint moaned and showered fat drops of hot and slimy sperm all over her flushed and beautiful face.
None of his cock-cream landed in her eyes, but she waited until he finished blowing his balls before she opened them. Her tongue flicked out to spear some of the prick-butter from around her mouth. Then she wiped her face and licked her hand as she had done after the blow-job she had given him.
Clint grinned down at her. "Does my cum taste good, big tits?"
"All cum tastes like fresh honey," Elke replied as she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it into hardness again. "Even when it comes from a girl's pussy. Would you like to sample mine?"
"Not yet, big tits," Clint said as he swung clear of her body and knelt down beside her. "I still have three more loads to squirt before I chow . down and then fire number six into your pussy."
"So how do I make you pop this time. Clint?" Elke asked.
He dropped to all fours. "By playing with my prick while you use your tongue on my asshole." A note of slyness crept into his voice. "Of course, if you'd rather pay for the bull . .."
"No way," Elke laughed as she sat up and scooted into position behind him. "I'd rather taste your shit than write a check."
"Start tasting, big tits."
Elke kissed his pale ass as she reached around his right hip and found his hard and slippery cock. Her slender fingers tightened around it. She jerked his prick until he started panting like a dog on a hot day. Then she moved her head and stabbed the puckered brown dot between his ass-cheeks with the tip of her tongue. She couldn't penetrate his asshole.
"I don't think this play is going to work," Elke said as she continued to jack his dripping dong with her hand. "Your asshole's too tight for my tongue."
"No it's not," Clint rasped, hips jerking and ass bucking. "All you've got to do is make your tongue as hard as my prick and push like a pissed-off billygoat. It'll stretch. Shove."
Elke stiffened and rammed her tongue into his asshole again.
Clint grunted, then panted, "Harder, harder. Get all the way inside my asshole with that sweet pink tongue of yours!"
Elke snaked her free arm around his heaving belly and ground her face into his pumping butt. A heavy sigh slid out of Clint's throat as her tongue charged past the rim and filled his asshole, then started wriggling in it while she stroked his prick in a fierce attempt to quickly yank a load of jizz out of it.
"Lay it on me, big tits!" Clint panted. "Jerk my cock and keep that beautiful tongue snaking around inside my asshole. Drive me right up the nearest wall. Cuff my dick, eat my asshole. Beat me, rim me! Tighter, harder! Ah, ah, ah, that feels, so good! So fucking, fucking good!"
Elke crooked her busy tongue inside Clint's snapping asshole and jerked fast and furiously on his throbbing prick, anxious to ring his bell. Clint moaned and groaned, his hips twisted and his asshole fluttered, and a second or two later he screamed like a raped alley cat and creamed his cock all over her knob-clutching hand . . .
Clint's quivering asshole pulled clear of Elke's burrowing tongue as he finished getting his rocks off for the third time and sagged face-down on the straw-covered floor of the box stall. She sat on her warm haunches and listened to him suck big gulps of air into his lungs for a full minute before she said, "Three pops down and four more to go, you old stump-sucker." A giggle shook her tits. "I don't think you're going to make it."
"I'll make it."
"Why don't you toss in the towel and admit defeat while you're still ahead of the game? You know that scroungy old bull isn't worth dying over."
"You're wrong as hell," Clint chuckled as he rolled over on his back and sat up, his flaccid cock coated with bits of straw, giving it the appearance of a wiener smothered in dry sauerkraut. "That mean-tempered old king of the pasture is worth dying over-only that isn't going to happen, big tits."
"You've got to be kidding or off your fucking rocker, Clint. You can't possibly come four more times on me or in me."
"I'm damn sure going to give it the old college try," Clint said as he cleaned the straw from his prick and massaged it into another hard-on. "On your feet and over to that stanchion, big tits."
Elke blinked as she stood up, then turned to do as he asked. The stanchion was next to the manger. It was an aluminum pipe affair used to hold a cow's head in place while the animal was being milked. Clint asked her to get on her hands and knees and stick her head in it. He called the stanchion his sagebrush pillory.
Elke sank to her all fours, permitted her head to be locked in place, then asked, "Now what?"
Clint dropped to his knees, grabbed Elke by the hips and forced the knob of his rigid cock into her tight brown asshole. "This time I'm going to fuck you in the ass-real hard and dry, big tits."
"Don't hurt me, Clint."
"I won't," he promised, but he did.
"That hurts!" Elke hissed through clenched teeth as Clint forced two or three inches of his big prick up her asshole. "Back off, you vicious son of a bitch, back off!"
Clint took a deep breath and shoved his prick all the way up her aching shitter. Elke's eyes grew large and a scream ripped past her yawning lips as she attempted to escape the pain he was inflicting on her shit-chute.
"AAAIIIEEE!!" she screeched at the top of her lungs. "You're tearing up my asshole with that big cock of yours, you dirty mother-fucker! Take it out of my ass! OOOWWW! AAAIIEE!"
"It's all right, big tits," Clint said raggedly as he withdrew a few inches of his prick, "I know what I'm doing. Trust me."
Elke kept trying to escape from the pain Clint was loading into her asshole. Wriggling didn't work. Clint tightened his grip on her hips and once more jammed the entire length of his big cock up her ass. She screamed again, still surprised at his putting the hurt on her. His balls hit her back flesh, and any moment now she expected the knob of his prick to tear through her guts and find its way into her mouth, for this was how big it felt inside her ass, but it didn't, for momentarily agony softened and pleasure moved into her asshole.
Her cunt juiced and her asshole tightened around the cock locked and buried deep in her bunghole. Clint sensed and felt her change of mood and rasped, "Told you I knew what I was doing. No more pain. Now you can get with it, big tits. Start grinding your cute little ass all over my dick and pull the cum out of it. Shake this hot ass of yours and let me fuck the shit out of it. Go, Elke, go!"
Elke responded to the heat in his voice. She gripped the stanchion pipes with both hands and acted like a whore desperate for rent money. At first her movements were automatic, but after Clint's cock wormed in and out of her asshole a few times, passion stormed her cunt, and now she started shaking her hips to increase the pleasure his prick was giving her. It was maddening, and it was indescribably beautiful.
"Do you like the fucking I'm giving your hot little ass, big tits?" Clint asked raggedly as he bit Elke on the back of her neck and made her shiver with delight. "Do you?"
Elke wanted Clint to bite her on the back of her neck again and again. It felt good. So very very good. It added to the pleasure his cock was giving her. Boy, did it ever add! A few more nips with his teeth and she would cream all over herself!
"I like everything you're doing to me," Elke panted, and increased the speed of her hips to prove it. "Chew on the back of my neck while you feed your cock to my asshole, Clint! Beautiful! Ah, ah, fuck me and bite me! Harder-fuck me harder! Batter the hell out of my ass with your big bull dick! Stir my shit, stir my shit!"
"Beg, baby," Clint panted as he slapped the meat to her asshole. "Plead with me to fuck the shit out of your ass. Do it, bitch, do it!"
Elke begged like a hungry dog after a bone and Clint gave it to her. His fingers dug into her hips and his teeth gnawed against the back of her neck while his prick glided in and out of her quivering ass like a wild serpent. Her asshole turned into an inferno of passion and every fiber in her body sang like telephone wires in the wind, a million voices of sweet agony that crescendo with startling abruptness as the knob of his dick touched off her orgasm and sent the cream squirting out of her cunt, just as Clint blew his big nuts and filled her ass with his hot jizz . ..
Clint lay spent on top of Elke, his breath hot on her back, his cock still in her asshole.
Elke trembled slightly as his prick-juice seeped out of her asshole and ran down her inner thighs. She felt his rod growing hard inside her ass again and said softly, "Same game, stud?"
"No," Clint replied as he backed his cock out of her asshole and unlocked the stanchion so she could pull her head free, "I don't enjoy doing the same thing twice in a row. I'm going to work this load off between those big hard tits of yours. After that I'll give you a hair fucking, and then I'll feed load number seven to that hot cunt of yours."
Elke laughed as she stretched out on her back. "I don't think you'll live to reach that last hole, old man. But go ahead and try. Hop aboard-my titties are waiting for your prick."
Clint straddled Elke and dropped his prick between her dancing jugs. Elke enveloped his cock by pressing her tits together, lifted her head to trap and give his knob a quick suck, then spat it out of her mouth and said, "My tits are ready for the fucking you want to give them, Clint. Pour it to them."
Clint placed his hands on Elke's shoulders and started see-sawing his prick between her hot and hard tits. She licked his cock-head each time it came towards her waiting mouth. Clint fucked her boobs for over two minutes. Sweat poured out of him like piss from a boot. He humped her tits for another long minute, then stopped and cursed as his prick went limp without firing its load of cum.
He jerked it clear of Elke's tits and tried to stroke it back into firmness again. It didn't happen. A few more useless strokes and it was all over. He toppled to one side, landed on his back and panted, "The bull is yours, Elke. I've had it."
Elke sat up beside him. "If you think a rest might help, I'm willing to wait and give you another chance to finish the race."
Shame crawled across Clint Yeager's weather-beaten face as he rolled his head from side to side and drawled, "I know when to hang up my saddle, Elke, and now's the, time. The race I never should have started in the first place is over."
"No hard feelings, Clint?"
Clint grinned suddenly. "Not on my part, but there might be some on yours after you take a closer look at that bull you just won from me."
"Why? Is something wrong with him?"
"A little trouble with his balls is all."
"They're injured?"
"Worse, they're missing."