Chapter 6

Tiger Willow's first night at the Crocker ranch very nearly turned out to be his last. Jill's sisters and mother had fucked and sucked the big boy into complete exhaustion. Taking on four women at one time was a bit much, Mother had told them later. Wiping Tiger out or scaring him into taking off was not what Jill's mother and sisters wanted. After eating Tiger's juicy cock, taking it in her cunt and up her asshole, Jill found herself not giving a fiddler's fuck as to Tiger's staying or leaving. The big stud bugged her. There was something about Tiger that didn't ring true, but she kept this gut warning she had received all to herself.

A time schedule had been discussed and agreed to after Tiger Willow's first night with them, whereby each of them would claim Tiger for a full twenty-four hours, without interruption. This one girl at a time idea turned out to be a good one, for now, one week later, Tiger was still going strong .. . tonight with mother Maria. Was he ever going strong . ..

Jill felt her own cunt turn wet .as she lay in the smothering darkness and listened to the sounds of lust coming from her. mother's bedroom. The jade-eyed redhead took a deep breath that quaked her big and sharply pointed tits as she envisioned Tiger Willow panting his way toward a coronary. She smiled in the darkness. When it came to sex, Tiger had no faults. Talk about a super jock! Earlier she had listened to Maria lick and slurp Tiger into a moaning come, but now they were fucking ... again. Shock thrills of passion shot through Jill's vibrant system. She clenched her smooth thighs together and silently wished to hell she could do some fucking of her own .. . with Stuart Morgan.

Only Stuart Morgan wasn't here. The lanky, easygoing man who had popped her cherry wasn't due in from Pocatello until . . . when? Jill glanced at the digital clock on her dresser, grimaced. It would be another two hours before Stu showed up at his pad on Axehandle Creek. Could she stand the agony in her cunt that long? She doubted it. Listening to Maria and Tiger going at each other in the next room, she would probably lose control and wind up taking a wild ride on her fucking finger.

Her brow wrinkled. Maybe a drink would calm her down a bit. Yes, a drink would help to soothe the savage beast. So would a move to another part of their big house.

Jill slipped out of her sheer pink nightie and put on a white half-bra and matching bikini panties. Satisfied with the way she looked, she told her mirror twin, "Stu Morgan will blow his mind when he sees my titties in this."

Sparks of smug satisfaction glinted in Jill's green eyes as she whirled away from the dresser mirror and lazily crossed over to the spacious walk-in closet. She removed a pair of sand-colored Levi's from a white plastic hanger and struggled into them. The jeans hugged her hips, thighs and ass as though they had been sprayed into place, and she knew without checking in the mirror that the rim line of her panties was being outlined through them. A smile curved her ripe red lips. The too-tight jeans were being worn for Stu Morgan's benefit, for occasionally he enjoyed some ass-spanking without wanting to undress her. If the mood hit him tonight, she wanted to be ready ... for anything.

"The way I feel right now," Jill murmured as she donned an orlon sweater and gave her tits an affectionate pat, "it sure as shit wouldn't take more than two or three good whacks across this hot ass of mine to make me cream my cunt."

Jill laughed softly as she sat down on the edge of the mussed bed to cover her dainty feet with white sweat socks and black Justin walking boots, and then she laughed harder when she heard Tiger Willow roar, "I'm coming, you sweet bitch, I'm coming!"

"You're coming," Jill muttered harshly as she slipped out of the bedroom, "and I'm going."

Jill picked up an open bottle of vodka on her way through the lighted living room and carried it into the barn-size kitchen. She mixed herself a screwdriver at the kitchen sink, then carried it over to the long heavy oak table and sat down with a weary sigh that rocked her tits. She was getting ready to light a cigarette to go with her drink when she heard the clearing of a throat at her back, and turned to find her mother standing naked in the doorway, cunt-lips puffed and still dripping hers and Tiger's juices.

"You look like a lady who's been thoroughly sucked and fucked," Jill said with a broad smile. "Where's Tiger?"

"Sacked out," Maria answered as she crossed over to the cabinet above the sink and plucked a glass from the middle shelf.

"I'm not surprised," Jill laughed. "The way you do things with a man, I didn't expect Tiger to last as long as he did."

"Tiger puts up a better fight than most of the studs I've sexed it up with over the years," Maria said as she opened the refrigerator and removed a bottle of Canadian Mist, "but he's no match for a purebred alley cat. The poor bastard was too weak to scratch his ass by the time I drained the last load of cum out of him. What he needs now is a good night's rest, so I won't disturb him any more. If I did, he wouldn't be worth a shit to you tomorrow."

"You can have my turn or give it to Darlene or Elke tomorrow," Jill said. "I won't be needing Tiger's cock. I've got a date with Stu Morgan a bit later on tonight."

Maria's finely penciled eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. "Stu's back from Pocatello?"

Jill took a sip of her drink before she answered. "Not yet. He phoned to say he was on his way while you were giving Tiger some of your asshole at poolside. I'm to meet him at his place."

"That takes care of your cock needs for tonight," Maria laughed as she joined Jill at the long table, naked tits bucking like car headlights on a rough road. She poured herself a straight blast of Canadian Mist and sampled it before she mused, "I wonder how the shit Elke and Darlene are making out at the Mecca?"

"Don't sweat those two, Mother. They don't need men to go the sex route."

"So what else is new?"

"They're new, that's what."

"Oh?"

"I don't know whether or not you've noticed the change, but Darlene and Elke keep getting more and more hooked on each other every time they do their lesbian number. So far they plug in both ways, but I have a hunch it's only a matter of time before they lose interest in anything with a handle on it." She laughed suddenly. "You should have heard those two going at each other this morning with their mouths and tongues. Lick, slurp, lick, slurp." She shivered in remembrance. "I creamed my own cunt just from listening to them gobbling each other."

"I know the feeling," Maria said dryly.

Jill continued as though she hadn't been interrupted. "And that Elke is something else. Every time she finished sucking and munching on Darlene's hairy cunt, she'd turn on her cordless razor and beg big sister to let her shave her snatch."

"I know where Elke picked up that freaky yen," Maria said on the heel of a giggle. "Yvette Yeager likes to keep her cunt bald, but she doesn't like to do the shaving herself."

"How did you find out about Yvette's little hang-up?"

"The same way Elke did, through personal experience."

Jill made a clucking sound. "I didn't know Yvette liked to make it with another woman."

"Neither did I until Elke clued me in. But once I did find out, I went after Yvette's cunt. Got it, too." She smacked her lips. "That babe has a pussy that's as juicy as any of ours. You ought to check her out one of these days, sweetie."

"No, thanks. I'd much rather tune in on Darlene and Elke when one puts the tongue to the other's cunt."

Maria threw back her head and laughed. "Sounds like you enjoy being an eavesdropper where your sisters are concerned."

Jill's tits bucked behind her sweater as she shrugged. "Whatever turns them on turns me on."

"Except Tiger Willow, huh?"

Jill sat silent.

Maria watched her closely for a few moments, then said, "Tiger rubs you the wrong way, doesn't he, baby?"

"That's no shit."

"Mind telling me why?"

"I honestly don't know, Mother," Jill replied as she finished her drink and stood up. "It's just that he reminds me of a cat waiting for you to leave the room so it can sharpen its claws on the furniture."

"I thought you liked cats, baby?"

"Not this particular one, sugar tits. Maybe it's the way he tries to dominate that really bugs the shit out of my ass, or the way he goes walking off into the timber by himself. Right now I couldn't care less about my reasons for disliking Tiger Willow. At the moment my cunt's so hot for Stu Morgan's cock I don't want to think about anything else."

"Want me to cool you down a little before you leave?"

Jill cupped Maria's naked tits in her hands and kissed both nipples, then shook her head and said, "Not tonight, Mommy. Tonight I need a man's cock to soothe me. If you're in heat, go back upstairs to Tiger. He's all yours until tomorrow. Have fun."

"You, too, babe," Maria called after her. "And tell Stu's cock hello for me."

The gentle sound-filled night moved around Jill as she leisurely picked her way along the narrow path their steers used to reach Axehandle Creek. She had no trouble seeing. The sky overhead was laced with rhinestone stars and a lopsided moon rode low over Crazy Mule Mesa. A gentle breeze stirred a nearby stand of cedars, causing them to whisper like naked flesh against a silk bedsheet, bringing a smile to Jill's mouth.

"I hope to hell he's home when I get there," Jill muttered to herself as she walked along, tits bouncing, cunt burning. "I need a good man between my legs to bang the come out of-"

"I've always suspected you weren't playing with a full deck," Stu Morgan said as he stepped from the shadows of a lone pine and startled Jill. "How long have you had this weird habit of talking to yourself?"

"You tiptoeing bastard," Jill hissed on the heel of a nervous laugh. "Did you have to pop out of those fucking shadows at me like that?" She made a sour face. "Cripes, I nearly pissed in my panties!"

Stu trapped Jill in his arms and kissed her on the forehead. "Sorry about that, baby. I thought you saw me coming."

Jill mashed her tits against his chest and rubbed her cunt over his crotch. "I'm over it. What the hell are you doing here? You were supposed to be waiting with a hard-on when I reached your digs."

Stu bared his teeth in a wolfish grin. "I decided to meet you halfway. Blame it on loneliness."

"Loneliness, my wet and steaming pussy," Jill laughed as her hand dropped to find his stiff prick. "It was sheer horniness. Cripes, what a fierce hard-on! Want me to yank it out of your pants and suck it soft?"

Stu shook his head. "I like ground rations, but not on the ground, you long-legged bitch. Let's split for my place where it's all nice and comfortable."

Jill released her grip on his hard cock and broke into a run, then called over her shoulder, "Last one through the front door eats shit with a greasy spoon!"

They reached Stu's sprawling log house at the same time and went inside. Stu turned on the stereo to fill the room with soft piano mood music. Then he looked at Jill's heaving tits and panted, "Now you can rape me any damn way you please, beautiful witch." He held out his arms. "Come here."

Jill stood still.

"Now," Stu growled.

Jill backed away with heaving tits, shook her head. "I'm not coming anywhere near that big stiff dick of yours until I get all the way undressed."

"You're not?"

"I'm not."

"You sure are a mean witch," Stu said without rancor, "but I wouldn't like you any other way. So get going. Start stripping out of those tight jeans, or I'll. . ."

". .. spank my ass?" Jill finished for him.

"No comment."

Jill sighed loudly. "I wish you would, Stu. I haven't had my panties dusted in ages."

"You'll get more than a dusting if you don't get out of those fucking jeans pretty soon," Stu said with mock truculence. "Same goes for the rest of your clothes. Keep stalling and I'll lay fingerprints all over your cute little ass-cheeks."

"Promise?"

"Yes, damn you. Now strip."

"Yes, master."

Jill felt her eager young cunt growing wetter and wetter with lust as she responded to Stu's command. The thought of getting her ass spanked excited her. Fingers came alive with motion; so did the rest of her. She loosened the zipper on her tight jeans and watched Stu's face as she forced them down over her womanly hips and exposed her white bikini panties. A pleased smile curved her sensual red lips. The message in Stu's eyes was loud and clear. Her favorite stud was beginning to breathe hard and break out in a sweat.

Hot.

Stu Morgan was hot.

Jill paused with the jeans down around her knees and lowered her ass into a nearby leather-covered chair. She pulled off her walking boots, socks, then stood up again and knifed forward. She dropped her jeans all the way and tugged them free of her naked feet, then straightened once more to show Stu the wet webbing of her white nylon panties, and asked throatily, "Are you ready to spank my ass, lover?"

Stu shook his head. "Not yet. Show me your bra first."

Jill removed her sweater slowly, teasingly. A few heartbeats later she stood before him like a flame-haired goddess, clad only in half-bra, brief panties and the silver wagon wheel earrings he had given her as last year's birthday present. She tossed the sweater aside and waited for him to make his move.

Stu opened his arms and said, "Come here, little one.

Jill obeyed ...

Stu's cock was exposed in all its awesomeness, and as Jill insinuated the length of her pliant body against his, she felt the throbbing of it against the crotch of her panties. She shivered with anticipation. Her eyes were closed, her ripe red lips slightly parted to aid the raggedness of her breathing and to receive his tongue inside her mouth. Stu's tongue was akin to a phallic symbol, and with his hard cock pressing and pulsating rapidly against the melting lips of her covered pussy, it was the same as being worked over at both ends by two different dicks.

Jill jerked her mouth away from Stu's and said breathlessly, "I'm ready, love. Do your stuff."

Stu wasn't ready. He liked his fiddle tuned all the way before he played it. His big hands kneaded Jill's boobs through her half-bra and she felt her sleeping nipples awaken and punch against the scrap of cloth that held them captive. She shuddered and hissed, "Damn you for a fucking sadist, take me before I go out of my mind!"

Jill wanted Stu.

Any way she could get him.

Pussy. Asshole. Blow-job. A spanking . . .

Stu pressed his mouth to hers again. His tongue darted between her teeth and the tip of it tickled her tonsils. Night sounds drifted in through a nearby open window, but neither heard them. Their kiss was long and deep. Stu was the first to break away. His breathing was uneven. Sweat dotted his brow. He stepped back and stared at Jill's lush and vibrant curves. His eyes ate her up for a few seconds, and then he said tightly, "Turn your back to me, Jill."

Jill laughed musically and turned her back to Stu. She thought he was going to dust her panties. Stu didn't. He stared at her dimpled ass-cheeks, then rasped, "God, you're a beautiful witch."

"A damned hot one," Jill retorted. "Do something, prick. Anything!"

Stu stopped staring at her ass. He trapped Jill in his arms and found her mouth with his again. His tongue slipped between her lips. Jill pressed the length of her supple body hard against his and felt his prick throbbing against her juicing cunt. His big hands dropped to the cheeks of her still-covered ass and he strained her closer.

There would be no ass-spanking tonight, Jill concluded as she mashed her tits against Stu's chest. He was too worked up to waste his time with dusting her panties. He needed a hole to work on, but which hole? Jill made a mental shrug. Who cared? As long as he gave her his cock in some way . ..

"Wowie!" Jill exclaimed as Stu removed his snaking tongue from inside her mouth. "I felt that French kiss right down to the tips of my toes!"

Stu rubbed his cock harder against her cunt. "Is that all you felt, baby?"

Jill's hand dropped between them and touched his throbbing dick. She squeezed it and purred, "You mean this long and plump rascal I'm holding in my hand? I feel it, Stu. I'd like to feel it even more. Like all the way up my ass or in my cunt. I love your cock, you know that. And the nut at the other end of this long handle I'm hugging with my greedy little fingers, I love him, too. You're a lot of man, lover. The first one who ever used a dick on me."

"You're just saying that because it's true."

Jill giggled and tightened her fingers around his cock. Stu's cock jumped in her hand. She placed a finger on the underside of the knob and found it moist. She pursed her lips and said, "Your prick is crying, Stu. Better hurry and turn me on before the lonely bastard cries its eye out all over the damn floor." She nodded towards the sofa. "There?"

"No. On the floor. There's more room."

"Whatever you say, darling. Strip me."

Stu went to work. Clumsily. Anxiously. The faint scent of her perfume reached his nostrils. Jill held his throbbing prick in a death grip while he unfastened the half-bra with slightly quaking fingers and tumbled her tits into nakedness. Air rushed against her jutting coral nipples and made her tremble with delight. Her nipples attracted Stu like a magnet. He caught one of them between his lips and sucked on it with pleasure while he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and pushed them down past her already grinding hips. A moment later Jill's nipple escaped from between his lips as he followed the panties down to her trim ankles. She lifted one foot, then the other, and then she was naked.

"Now," Jill panted impatiently through slightly parted lips. "Ram that long, thick, wonderful cock of yours deep into my burning cunt and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

They sank to the floor as one body. Stu asked breathlessly, "Wouldn't you rather get fucked in the ass, baby?"

"Not yet," Jill hissed back. "Fuck me in the cunt first. Cool my hot little pussy with your prick-juice and then you can take your second hard-on and shove it up my asshole."

Stu shook his head and said tightly, "The second thing I'm going to want from you is a blow-job."

"Pervert!"

"Whose pervert?"

"Mine, damn you, mine!"

"You called it right, baby, I am yours. Let me prove it to you."

Jill heard him from a seemingly great distance. She was starting to trip the lust fantastic. And how she was starting to trip! Her legs drifted apart and Stu crawled between them. Without another word, Jill clutched his enormous cock and touched it to the wet lips of her pussy. Sweat trickled down Stu's face and a few drops hit her rioting tits as he eased his cock past the jaws of her cunt, all the way up to the balls, until their bellies met and kissed. A whisper later Jill moaned with delight and her hips began a slow grind that nearly drove Stu out of his tree. Jill pushed her naked tits against his chest and coiled her legs around his pumping ass. She knew how to act just like a whore hungry for a meal of cock. She wriggled her hips and met him thrust for thrust, taking the entire length of his prick deep into her cunt with all the expertness of a five-hundred-dollar hooker. Stu's stomach muscles quivered and breath jumped out of his throat as her body lifted him to strange and dizzying heights, until the pain in his balls turned into the spurting release that slammed into her guts and filled her quivering and exploding snatch to the point of overflowing . ..

"Come, lover!" Jill shrieked as she tightened her cunt-lips around the cock gushing into her. "Squirt, darling! Squirt all the fuck-sauce you want into my pussy!"

Stu finished popping his nuts and collapsed on top of Jill like a hunk of wet cow shit.

Jill nibbled at his earlobe and murmured, "Your fuck-juice is running out of my pussy, lover. It feels like hot butter."

"You like hot butter?"

"I like your cock-butter." Stu's softening cock slipped free of Jill's soggy snatch and hit the floor. He made it to his knees, still between her legs, and she reached out and trapped his rod in her warm and eager right hand. Her fingers quickly and expertly massaged his withering prick into firmness again and then she said huskily, "Straddle me, darling. Sit down on my big tits and fuck me in the mouth .. ."