Chapter 7

Stu cocked his head to one side and studied her intently. Jill had sucked his prick before, but this made the first time she had asked him to fuck her in the mouth from topside, while she remained on her back to receive his gift of dick. The suggestion fascinated Stu and he moved to obey. Excitement gripped him. He straddled Jill and lowered his ass to her hot and heaving jugs. Jill's jutting coral nipples stabbed his ass-cheeks and made him tremble with delight, and a moment later her small mouth yawned to take his prick.

"Eat away, baby," Stu encouraged. "Suck and gnaw the living hell out of my cock."

Jill didn't move. Only her lips tightened as Stu's cock filled her mouth to Tuck her there. She permitted him to do all the work. The only sound she made was the one time Stu overextended himself, but once he discovered how much of his meat she wanted, the rest was easy. He worked. In and out, in and out, his body thrilling to the firm pressure of Jill's lips on his dick. Jill's tits scorched his ass and he shifted position and felt one of her long and hard pink nipples jab against his tense asshole. Jill's nipple digging into his shitter produced a strange reaction, for a few seconds later Stu shuddered violently and exploded with a second load of prick-fluid .. .

"Damn you," Jill said with a laugh as Stu stopped gushing and slowly withdrew his cock from between her lips, "you almost strangled me with that big load of jism you just splashed inside my mouth!"

Stu chuckled as he examined his wilting, lipstick-smeared dick for a moment, and then stood up, his knees appearing a bit wobbly. He walked over to the bar next to the fireplace and made drinks for them.

Jill sat up on the rug, licked a stray droplet of his jizz from the corner of her mouth, asked, "Are you through using your cock on me for the night, Stu?"

Stu cocked an amused eyebrow at her, then gulped some of his drink before he said huskily, "Don't rush me, baby. A back-to-back fuck and a blow-job sort of took the starch out of my cock. Right now I need a breather." He grinned lewdly. "I'm not overly anxious to get my name in the obituary column."

Jill wrinkled her nose at him as she scrambled to her feet and joined him at the bar. "The Man upstairs hates a coward, Stu. "Then why did He make so many of us?" Jill laughed and started to say something, but a whisper later the words died unborn as alarm strangled her into sudden silence. Stu heard it at the same time. He tensed, then ducked behind the bar and reappeared holding a .38 Smith & Wesson. Jill whispered, "What?"

Stu shook his head and moved cautiously towards the door. "I'd better find out, baby. Stay put."

"Like shit I will," Jill whispered again as she quickly put her drink on the bar and followed Stu out into the moonlight, naked tits heaving excitedly. "I don't know what the fuck you're walking the wire about but I'm with you all the way."

Stu stopped between the big house and the string of log cabins he rented to the hunters he guided during the season; he moved his head in a keening gesture. Jill halted beside him. There was a silence. A deep silence. Seconds passed. And then the sound came again. Louder this time. Stu whirled towards the rustling noise coming from the shadow-filled grove of white spruce to their immediate left, froze. So did Jill. They stood like statues of flesh, waiting for whatever was moving through the thick shadows to make an appearance. Stu aimed his gun towards the racket. A few more tense seconds ticked off into oblivion. Then a beautiful doe eased into the moonlight and pranced gracefully towards the edge of Axehandle Creek for a drink of water.

Stu exhaled loudly as he lowered his revolver and growled, "If the season were in, I'd shoot the hell out of that little fucking doe for scaring the shit out of us."

"That little beauty didn't scare me as much as you did," Jill said as she watched the doe lap water. Then she looked at Stu and shook her head. "I can't ever remember seeing you so jumpy over a bit of noise, darling. Why tonight?"

Stu made no answer.

"Come on, darling, explain. Why so jumpy?"

"I guess I thought that whoever ripped me off while I was in Pocatello might be coming back to get seconds," Stu told her as he led the way back inside the house and retrieved his drink. His voice turned icy. "What pisses me off is that the fucking rip-off could have been prevented if I'd left my dogs here instead of boarding them at the kennel when I went off on my trip."

Jill picked up and sampled some of her own drink before she asked, "What did the burglars take from you, Stu?"

"Make that singular, not plural," Stu said sourly. "One fink did the job. I followed his footprints to the edge of the creek before I lost them. The sorry mother-fucker must have taken to the water to keep from being tracked." A disgusted sigh slid out of his throat. "As for what he took, the bastard glommed on to my favorite hunting rifle, the .45 automatic you gave me two Christmases ago, the deer foot skinning knife I made myself, and a few of my best clothes."

"That's it?"

"I know what you're getting at, baby," Stu said as he lit a pair of cigarettes and passed one to her. "As burglaries go, this one stinks like the inside of a sheepherder's boot. That's why I didn't get on the horn and report it to Ben Luray. Shit, the way it rests right now, I can't even prove I've been ripped off." He shifted the subject suddenly. "You know what's bugging my ass, beautiful. Now tell me what the hell is bugging yours."

Jill took a deep breath that rocked her tantalizing tits, then said, "Tiger Willow."

Stu blinked at her. "What the fuck is a Tiger Willow-a new breed of tree?" ' Jill giggled and shook her head. "Tiger is a nickname. His real name is Albert Willow. Our new hired hand. We acquired him and Clint Yeager's castrated bull on the same day. He's a hitchhiker Darlene picked up while you were escaping on the back road to avoid a gang-fucking from me and mine."

"I see. Go on."

Jill licked her lips. "A real super-stud, that young giant. Seems like he's always walking around with a hard-on."

"Must be real young."

"Eighteen. Maria, Darlene and Elke think he's the greatest thing to come along since Midol and disposable douche bags."

"But you don't."

"Right on."

"Why?"

Jill extended her glass for a refill. "I don't know, Stu. There are several things about him that rub my cunt the wrong way. The way he fucks around with that nutless bull is one of those things. He jabs at it with a pitchfork every time he catches it near the corral fence. Then, too, he's a bit on the pushy side."

"Sounds like he might be a bit out to lunch."

"I wouldn't be surprised. He sure as fuck smells like trouble, but I don't want to bum-rap the prick. Maybe you can help me make up my mind about him. You're a damn good judge of people. Why don't you drop by tomorrow and look Tiger over. Say around suppertime."

"I'll accept your invitation to supper and a look at Tiger Willow on one condition, baby."

Jill knew what Stu's one condition was before she said, "Name it."

"I want your solemn promise to keep your mother and sisters away from what by then will be my drained and useless prick."

"Your cock isn't drained and useless yet," Jill teased. "You've only used it twice since I came here."

"Tell me that over breakfast."

"You want me to stay all night?"

"If I could afford a wife, I'd ask you to stay here forever," Stu said as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He dumped her unceremoniously on the bed, his mood serious for the first time since she had known him. "I've made it with your mother and your sisters, but I'm hung up on you, baby. I always have been."

"Then why don't I excite you into another hard-on?" Jill said, wanting him to lose the heavy mood that rode him.

Stu grinned at her. "What the hell do you think I'm coming up with now, baby? Take a look."

Jill faked vast astonishment as she watched Stu's colossal cock stretch and harden all the way, then purred, "Bring that rascal over here and I'll see what I can do to soften it, Numbrod."

"Nimrod, not numbrod," Stu said as Jill reached across the bed and pulled him in beside her.

"It'll be numb when I get through with it," Jill laughed as she tightened her slender fingers around his hard and throbbing prick. "What'll it be, darling. A suck or a fuck?"

"Neither," Stu replied as he freed his stiff and pulsating cock from the prison of Jill's warm hand and sat up beside her. He licked his lips. "Not until after I've had supper."

Jill's jade-colored eyes grew large in their sockets as she asked curiously, "You're going to eat first?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," Stu said solemnly. "I'm going to dine at the Y Cafe. I'm going to eat your juicy cunt."

Devils of amusement danced in Jill's eyes, and momentarily she felt her blood pick up pace as she said teasingly, "That'll be a switch. I'm usually the one who does the eating when we get together." She frowned at him. "Why this sudden yen to lap pussy, darling?"

"Blame it on my trip to Pocatello, baby," Stu replied as he patted her copper-haired pussy. "I didn't realize how much I loved you until I went there and saw how happy my brother-in-law is with my sister."

"She a redhead, too?"

"Blonde," Stu grunted as he tweaked her jutting clit. "And so much for that shit. I'm in the mood for lapping your cunt, so don't distract or try to talk me out of it."

"I won't," Jill laughed. "Not when it comes to having my pussy licked. A tongue-job always turns me on. Go ahead, darling. Go down on this melting cunt of mine and lick it dry."

"Spread your legs."

Jill did.

"Wider, baby."

Jill spread her legs wider.

Stu swapped ends and lowered his solemn face to her copper-colored beaver. Jill shuddered and then gasped as his lips found and tweaked her clitoral spire. She shivered again, then moaned loudly with the beginning of pleasure as Stu moved his mouth away from her clit and attacked the lips of her moistening cunt with his tongue.

"Ah," Jill sighed, "that feels absolutely fantastic."

Without warning Stu backed his tongue out of Jill's cunt and nuzzled his cheek against her pussy mop. Jill patted him on the back of his head and whispered throatily, "You call that eating pussy, darling? You must be on a fucking diet."

Stu lifted his sweaty cheek from Jill's beaver and made a lewd smacking sound with his lips. He called her a sexy bitch in heat, waited for her laughter to subside, and then he dipped his head between her scissored thighs once more and went about the pleasant task of satisfying her. He knew how. Damn, Jill told herself, a few more seconds and she would start tearing up the bed sheets with her brightly painted toenails!

Stu palmed her twitching asscheeks and planted a resounding kiss on her belly button. Then his long tongue stiffened and gouged her in the same place. Jill's stomach muscles quivered, her hips jerked, and her cunt felt suddenly soppy. Green eyes glazed and distance edged her sultry voice as she shamelessly begged Stu to make her come like crazy.

Stu stopped gripping her shaking ass. His lips and tongue left her belly button and crawled through the hairy jungle of her cunt, over her alabaster thighs, down to the soles of her dainty feet. He kissed her painted toes with exaggerated tenderness, then worked his way back to her melting cunt.

"Damn you all to hell!" Jill shrilled, taking him by the ears. "Stop stalling and start eating!"

Jill wanted Stu's tongue inside her tormented cunt, and she wanted it now, not later.

Stu buried his sweaty face in Jill's pussy-fur and trapped her jutting pink clit between his lips once more. He gave it a violent suck and a loud moan ripped past her lips. His teeth nipped. Jill shuddered violently, clutched the back of Stu's skull, panted, "Give me a long ride on your hot tongue, darling. Now, pussy-eater, now!"

Stu wasn't in the mood for being rushed. He continued to tease Jill's hot pink clit. Slowly. Maddeningly. Driving her up the wall of lust. He sucked and gnawed until Jill was ready to go off her stick.

"Don't tease me any more," she begged brokenly, her fingernails digging into the back of his skull. "Ah, Stu, I can't take much more of this damn torture. Suck me, lick me, and soothe me. Give me a come with your mouth and tongue. Now, lover, now!"

Stu released his mouth grip on Jill's boy-in-the-boat and sought to give her relief from torment. He placed one hand on either side of her melting cunt, spread the lips wide, then bolted his stiff and hot tongue between them.

Jill screamed with pleasure and felt the inside of her pussy contract and pull at Stu's probing tongue the way it tugged at his awesome cock whenever he fucked her.

Wild.

"Eat, Stu! Eat my pussy!"

Stu munched on her cunt. Loudly. Ravenously.

Jill's sweat-soaked thighs scissored wider as Stu licked at the inner walls of her cunt with his long and expert tongue. Her juices flowed, wetting the passage, her triangular mat of snatch hair, drowning the tongue that writhed within her melting pussy.

It was fantastic!

Climax threatened, and now Jill coiled her sweat-glistening legs around his neck and panted, "I'm almost there, Stu. A few more nips and slurps should make me come all over your tongue. Do it, darling. Suck and lick the come out of me! AHHHHh!"

Stu made a loud moaning sound against Jill's bubbling cunt. His hot breath jolted her entire system. Her hips rocked harder, and just when she concluded that she would go bananas if she had to suffer another second of torture .. . Stu jammed his stiff middle index finger up her tight asshole and made the volcano of her cunt erupt.

Jill yelped, "I'm coming! I'M COOOMM-IINNGGG!!"

And she did . ..

Later, much later, Jill came up on one elbow and smiled loosely at her lover. Her voice licked at him. "Thank you for giving me such a beautiful come, Stu."

Stu grinned. "My pleasure, and I do mean pleasure. This makes the first time I ever lapped your cunt, hon. It damn sure won't be the last." He smacked his lips. "Best box lunch I ever had, bar none."

"I'm a sausage fanatic myself," Jill laughed as she grabbed Stu's stiff prick and hugged it to her tits. "Would you like me to eat yours again, darling?"

Stu winked at her. "I'd much rather do something else, Jill."

Jill's eyes showed slanted lights. "Like what?"

"Asshole," Stu replied. "I'd like to fuck your tight little asshole."

"I knew you were going to say that."

"You didn't look like you knew I was going to say that." Jill giggled, then sobered abruptly and said, "All right, darling, my ass is yours."

"It won't be as long as you've got it nailed to the mattress," Stu told her. "Dog-fashion is the only way to fly. Come on, baby."

Jill assumed an all-fours position in the middle of the rumpled bed and said tightly, "Start making like a pooch, darling." She shook her ass at him. "Growl and ream, you dirty old dog. Just don't hurt me." It was a silly thing to say; Stu had never in any way hurt her before.

Stu promised to be gentle and moved into position behind her. He took his rod in hand and touched the tip of his cock to her pouting asshole. Jill held her breath, waited. Stu took his time. He rubbed some spit on his prick, then asked, "All set, Lassie?"

"All set, Laddie."

Stu finished rubbing spit on his cock. He eased the knob forward and Jill felt it stretch and pass beyond her brownie. She dug her fingers into the wrinkled bedsheet and said breathlessly, "Slow and easy with that big piledriver of yours, darling. Don't bruise the merchandise."

Stu worked his throbbing shaft in and out of Jill's quivering asshole until she was nice and moist, almost all the way relaxed, and then he gripped her motionless hips and rammed his big cock all the way up her shit-chute.

Jill grunted as she experienced a brief twinge of pain, then shook her ass against the prick that filled it and panted, "You're in, big dog-all the way up to your hot balls. Now put the prick to my asshole. Do it fast, do it good. Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

Then she started wriggling her ass. And bouncing her hips. Furiously. Up and down. Back and forth.

"Fuck the shit out of my ass!" Jill shrilled. "Do it, darling. Fuck the shit out of my ass! Ream me, ream me!"

Stu did. His fingers bit into the soft flesh of her pumping hips and his mouth made contact with the back of her neck, tongue licking. Jill fisted more of the wrinkled bedsheet and listened to the animalistic grunts that belched out of Stu as he continued to saw his long fat cock in and out of her tingling asshole.

"Soon," Jill told Stu as she made her hips move faster. "A few more lunges into my asshole with this big prick of yours and I'll blow my mind .. . and my pussy."

"I'm close, too," Stu croaked as he rammed his cock back and forth in her ass-tunnel. "It's getting good to me. So damn damn good to me!

I'm . . . almost . . . ready .. . to . . . pop . . . my .. . nuts!"

"Pop, you deliciously long-dicked darling," Jill encouraged, aware that talking dirty to Stu always helped to create a fast finish. "Shoot a big, hot load of jizz up my asshole! Come, darling, come!"

A moment later Stu did.

And then he relaxed.

"Beautiful," Jill murmured as Stu's softening cock wormed its way clear of her snapping asshole. "Simply beautiful."

"For me, too," Stu said brokenly as he watched his jizz run out of Jill's asshole. "Did you cream?"

"If I didn't, then what I feel running out of my cunt and down my inner thighs is awful thick piss."

Stu slapped her playfully on the ass, chuckled. "You've got to be the freakiest cunt I have-" He stopped talking as a car horn shattered the night outside, and held its sound as if someone didn't know how to let loose of it.

Jill twisted to a sitting position, grimaced as more of his cock-juice oozed out of her asshole, then frowned and said, "Isn't that your Jeep's horn Stu?"

"Damn sure is," Stu replied as he hopped out of bed and ran outside, with Jill hot on his heels. "The bastard must have shorted out."

There was no short. The Jeep's horn had been deliberately jammed. Jill waited until Stu unjammed it before she said, "Looks as if you've got a burglar and a practical joker on your ass, darling."

"Practical joker, your cunt," Stu snapped. "Take a look at the wheels, and you'll see what I mean. All four tires have been slashed to ribbons!"

Jill looked at him curiously. "I don't understand this a bit, darling. You don't have any enemies around here that I know of."

"I've got one now."

"Who?"

Stu shook his head. "I think I'll get Ben Luray on the horn and let him worry about finding the son of a bitch."