Chapter 8
The kitchen was as empty as the rest of the house when Darlene came into it, wearing a powder-blue terrycloth robe over her half-bra and matching white panties. The robe parted as she moved towards the always ready coffee urn, exposing her thighs and the webbing of her bikini panties to the noonday sunlight that flooded the room. She glanced out the window as she filled a cup with coffee, and noted that the van was missing from its usual place in the front yard. A frown wrinkled her brow as she crossed over to the table and plopped her shapely ass down in the nearest chair. Where the fuck was everybody?
The note she discovered between the salt and pepper shakers a moment later gave her the answer. Someone had slashed Stu Morgan's Jeep tires last night. They were driving him into Timber City to get some new ones. The note had been scribbled by Maria.
Darlene was surprised that Tiger Willow had gone with them. This made the first time since she had brought him to the ranch. He had turned down all previous invitations to go to Timber City, once so angrily she had concluded that he was afraid to go there and be- She stopped thinking about the slightly inconsistent Tiger Willow as knuckles rattled the back door and a familiar voice called through the wood, "Anybody home?"
"Just little old me," Darlene said as she opened the door to admit Clint Yeager. "Come in and take a load off your feet. Cup of coffee?"
Clint Yeager shook his head as he heeled the door shut behind him. "I wouldn't pass up a cold beer if you happened to have one handy, my big-titted friend."
"We have. Can or bottle?"
"Can."
Darlene felt Clint's hot eyes on her rippling ass as she went to the refrigerator and plucked out a pint-sized can of Budweiser. A smile curved her lips. Clint was never satisfied with just a look. Ten to one the raunchy old rascal was coming up with a vicious hard-on from eyeballing her robe-covered ass-cheeks, and the odds were greater that she would wind up softening it in some way before he returned home.
"Is this a social call or are you here on business?" Darlene asked as she turned to face Clint Yeager again, glance dropping to his crotch, finding his impressive prick hard and ready for action. "If you're interested in buying a bull with no nuts, we've got one we're willing to sell cheap."
"No, thanks," Clint laughed, then sobered abruptly. "I saw that mean son of a bitch in the corral as I drove up. Don't want no part of him unless he shows up on a plate next to some mashed potatoes. That mother humper looks more vicious every fucking time I see him."
"The way Tiger keeps aggravating the bastard, it's a wonder he isn't completely insane."
"Fucking with that bull is bad shit," Clint said. "Animals are like people when it comes to remembering hurts. He ever busts loose and catches your boy, he'll wipe his ass right out of existence."
Darlene kept her eyes glued to Clint's rock-hard cock. "I plan on talking to Tiger about it today."
"Make damn good and sure that hot-dog listens with both ears wide open when you do," Clint said truculently, then .changed the subject. "Your mother home?"
Darlene continued to admire his stiff prick, shook her head. "I'm here alone. Maria and the others took Stu Morgan into town to get a new set of tires for his Jeep."
"Stu sure as fuck needs a new set," Clint said harshly as he tossed his hat towards a nearby chair and shrugged out of his Levi's jacket. "Christ, what a mess!"
Darlene's eyes left Clint's hard cock and slowly crawled up to his weather beaten face. "You saw?"
"I rode out to Stu's place with Ben Luray last night. Ben was visiting me and Yvette when Billy Lone Arrow phoned to report what happened."
"Weird, huh?"
"Weird isn't the word for it, big tits." He paused to pop the top on his beer can, then grimaced. "Whoever did it must be a fucking psycho. Ben thinks so, too." He shrugged. "But that's his problem. I've got my own sack of rocks to carry. I have a new rug to lay in the front room for Yvette, and I can't do the fucking job by myself. That's what I wanted to see Maria about-to ask if she'd loan me your hired man to help me put down the rug." He paused, then added slyly, "I hear he's damn good at laying things."
"Tiger's good at laying girls," Darlene said as she watched Clint suck some beer out of the can and gulp it. "You can ask him how he does with rugs when he gets back from Timber City . . . unless you're in a hurry to leave here."
"Cut out with this hard-on?" Clint said as he set his beer on the big table behind him. A loud sigh leaked out of him. "Show a little mercy, will you, Darlene? Better still, show me your cunt and those big suckable tits of yours."
"Not until I find out if it's worth the effort," Darlene teased as she reached for the stiff cock that was straining to break free of his tight pants. "Let's hope so. After nothing but Elke's tongue and Tiger-meat for the past few days, a change of diet will do me good."
Clint moaned and broke out in an instant sweat as Darlene's hand found his cloth-covered prick. Her football-sized jugs hit and turned pneumatic against his chest as their mouths met in a hungry kiss. She tightened her fingers around Clint's cock and felt it tremble in her hand, almost as if it were getting ready to shoot a big load of come. This she didn't want. Not yet. Quickly she ran down his fly and jerked his stiff and dripping prick out of his pants. She skinned it back to expose his pink cock-head, then tickled the pounding shaft with her red-tipped fingers and made him shiver again.
Clint ripped his mouth away from hers and said raggedly, "Nobody can play with a prick the way you do, Darlene. Do it some more."
She looked into his eyes. "Geared up as you are, that might not be a very smart thing for me to do, Clint. I don't want you to shoot off in my hand."
"I won't," Clint promised. "I'll hold my load until you're ready to take it in your cunt, mouth or asshole, only play with my prick a little more. Turn me on like you always do with your hand. Please?"
"All right, you crazy bastard," Darlene laughed, "I'll turn you on with my hand."
The tips of her pointed fingernails traced livid patterns down the length of Clint's heavily veined cock and made him shiver with lust. She kept her big tits flattened against his chest. Her cunt started to tingle and juice as she moved her hand down to the base of his impressive and palpitating prick. She shifted her grip and used his cock to push aside the flaps of her terrycloth robe. Clint's hands slid past her full hips and gripped her ass-cheeks as she tucked his prick between her thighs and squeezed it against the wet webbing of her bikini panties. She felt his hard cock pounding like a strong heart against the covered lips of her cunt and panted, "I can't take much more of this teasing shit, you long dicked son of a bitch. Climb out of your clothes, and let's start fucking!"
"'Right on, pussycat."
"Hurry, lover, hurry!" Darlene panted. "I'm burning up! I need your cock, I want your cock! Give it to me! Now!"
Clint backed away from Darlene and hurried out of his clothing, while Darlene stripped in a feverish frenzy. When Clint saw her standing there in all her naked glory, he dropped to his knees, grabbed her around her ample ass-cheeks and kissed her resoundingly on her puffy cunt-lips. Then his puckered and searching lips found and trapped her tumescent boy-in-the-boat, and the violent suck he gave it jolted her like an electric prod and gave her a quick but mild come. Cunt-juice dripped out of her snatch and Clint quickly moved his sucking mouth to catch and eat her juice before it dried on her inner thighs or hit the kitchen floor.
Lips worked and his tongue darted in and out of her cunt with great precision and speed. He lapped her box like a starved cat going after a bowl of milk, making strange animal sounds in the thick silence that was broken at irregular intervals by Darlene's ragged breathing.
Finally she couldn't stand his tongue in her cunt any more. She pushed his sweaty face away from between her legs and dropped to the floor. She stretched out on her back, tits aimed towards the high ceiling, scissored her legs and panted, "Climb into the saddle and fuck me with that hard fat cock of yours, lover. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Clint crawled into position between her yawning legs and rubbed his stiff prod over her quivering belly as he asked, "Where do you want this dick of mine, Darlene? Shoved up your asshole?"
Naked tits bucked as she hissed, "No, in the cunt. Ram that big beautiful prick of yours up my pussy and fuck the juice out of it. Give my box everything you've got, balls and all. Fuck me, fuck me!"
A loud grunt ripped out of Darlene's throat as Clint slammed his cock into her slobbering cunt, all the way to the balls. The pain passed quickly, and now passion rocked her system. She coiled her legs around Clint's pumping ass-cheeks, pulled his sweaty face hard against her big tits and shrieked, "Pour the prick to my pussy, lover! Fuck me hard, fuck me good! Mix your hot come with mine! Fuck meeee!"
Clint sucked the elongated nipple of Darlene's left tit into his mouth and raked it with his teeth. Simultaneously his hands slipped past her grinding hips and gripped the cheeks of her moving ass. He jammed a long finger up her asshole and made her grunt again.
Darlene threw her cunt up to the cock that filled it and panted, "Suck me, ream me, fuck me! Goddamn, that feels so fucking good! Sock it to me with your fuck-stick, big boy! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Clint wriggled the long fat finger he had jammed up Darlene's tight little asshole. The hard finger squirming in Darlene's asshole filled her with the sudden urge to shit, but the urge passed as quickly as it came, and once again she went berserk with lust. She was not alone in her madness. Clint climbed the invisible wall of passion with her. It was green light all the way. Naked bodies writhed, legs became entangled around each other, tits flattened against his chest, cunt slammed into the throbbing cock that filled it. She twisted, hips jerking, an animal sound darting from between her clenched teeth. Lust clotted her voice as she unclenched her teeth and cried out, "Give me your finger, give me your cock! Pour it to my ass and cunt! Fuck me, ream me! Make me come, you sweet son of a bitch, make me come!"
"Yes, Clint said raggedly, "come!" His prick sawed in and out of Darlene's wet and snapping pussy as she moaned and met him lunge for lunge, again screaming suddenly at the top of her lungs, "A few more hard jabs with that big fucking dick of yours and I'm going to juice my cunt all over it, lover! I can feel the come getting ready to break free of my pussy. Keep stabbing me with that sweet prick of yours. Pop the come out of my burning snatch. Ah, ah, I'm getting there! Creaming, creaming..."
Clint trapped the nipple of her left breast between his lips, gave it a quick violent suck, then spat it out and rasped, "I'm going to blow my load, baby! Ready?"
"Go, go!"
Darlene tightened her slippery cunt-lips around Clint's buried prick and a pulse beat later he shot his wad. She erupted at 'the same time. A loud scream jumped out of her throat as her pussy exploded in a violent come to hit and mingle with the hot and thick load of cream Clint's dick was shooting into her guts. She pressured her legs around his pumping ass and milked wad after wad of juice from his gushing cock, until Clint sagged into a liquid heap on top of her and rasped, "That's it, there's no more! Not one more drop of cum left to squirt into your hot cunt!"
Darlene shuddered to a standstill and loosened her arms and legs from around Clint. She waited for the room to stop spinning like a crazy toy top; it finally did. She sighed luxuriously as Clint pulled his finger out of her asshole, then rolled clear of her hot, wet body and sat up beside her to wipe the shit from his middle index.
She smiled at him over the tingling peaks of her dancing tits and purred, "You certainly gave me a big come that time, lover."
"I didn't do too fucking bad for myself," Clint replied as he wobbled to his feet and reached for the can of beer on the table. He made a face.
"Thought my damn balls were going to crack wide open like a pair of breakfast eggs when I got my rocks off."
Darlene's tits shook with laughter. "I can believe that, you bastard. The way your prick-juice is running out of my cunt, you must have popped a whole fucking gallon into my guts."
"I'm a real bull, huh?"
"A real bull, lover. Not like the one you palmed off on Elke." She sat up and grimaced as she felt more of his jizz spurt out of her expertly fucked pussy. "Christ, the loads you dump when you blow your nuts, and as young as Yvette is, it's a damn wonder you don't have a whole front yard filled with kids."
"No chance of that happening with Yvette-no matter who throws a fuck into her cunt." He sucked some beer from the can and swallowed it before he continued. "Yvette had herself fixed so she couldn't have any kids long before I ever met her. Way this world is going to hell in a handbasket, it's just as well."
"That's no shit," Darlene agreed. "And as far-" She stopped talking as the wall phone rang, and reached for it.
"Crocker ranch . . . Yes, Yvette, Clint's here . . . I'll tell him." She hung up and told Clint, "Better haul ass home, lover. Someone cut your fence and you've got cattle running all over hell."
Clint Yeager dressed hurriedly and took off in his pickup like a bat out of hell. Darlene wiped her soggy cunt and sticky legs with a kitchen towel as she stood at the window and watched him disappear in a cloud of exhaust fumes, and she was still standing there when Tiger Willow entered through the back door and asked, "What the fuck did you do to that horny old bastard-put turpentine on his asshole?"
Darlene whirled, eyes widening in surprise. She ignored his question and said, "I thought you went to town with the others."
His eyes watched her naked tits jiggle. "No way."
She looked at him curiously. "Since it's obvious that you didn't go to town, where the hell have you been all morning, Tiger?"
He reached down to scratch his balls. "Hiking. I like to walk through the woods. A guy can do a lot of good thinking when there's nobody around to fuck with his mind."
Darlene frowned as she knifed forward to retrieve her panties from the floor. "Someone trying to fuck with yours?"
A strange expression fleeted through Tiger's eyes and a hint of sulkiness edged his voice. "Jill seems to be."
Darlene held the panties in front of her hairy cunt like a curtain and felt mild annoyance. "Oh? What makes you think so?"
"She shacked up with that Morgan character last night."
"So?"
Tiger stopped scratching his nuts and said harshly, "I was supposed to fuck and suck with her today, that's what's so. Jill should have stayed home last night to rest up for the games we were going to play. It's as if she went to that Morgan son of a bitch to keep from making it with me."
"So what?" Darlene snapped, suddenly angry. "If Jill prefers Stu Morgan's tongue or cock to yours, that's her business." She stopped holding the panties in front of her bushy cunt and tossed them on the table. Her voice hardened as she lit into him. "You don't own Jill, Tiger. You don't own any of us." She paused to take a deep breath that rocked her tits. "If you think you do, you'd better get your fucked-up head rewired."
She silenced him with a glance. "Let me clue you in on something else while I'm wound up, baby. This slow but steady push-push you've been doing ever since I brought you here hasn't gone unnoticed by any of us. Take a bit of friendly advice and back the fuck off, or you'll find yourself standing on the side of the nearest road with your thumb out again. Dig?"
Anger drained the blood from Tiger's handsome face and Darlene saw his big hands bunch into fists. He lifted them as though to strike her. She held her ground, long-nippled tits rising and falling, a bit frightened and unsure of him for the first time. Tension held for a few more seconds. Then Tiger suddenly seemed to deflate. His hands unclenched and dropped to his sides, and his voice was apologetic. "Don't be pissed off with me, Darlene. And don't kick me out. I'll be different from now on. No more push-push. I'm sorry."
Darlene's apprehension and anger evaporated as she watched Tiger wilt before her like day-old lettuce. She looked at him curiously. Acting meek was way out of character for this young dude. She had expected him to come unglued and hurt her. Why hadn't he? Was it because she had threatened to kick his ass off the ranch? A heavy sigh disturbed her naked tits. Something about Tiger was beginning to bug the hell out of her ...
Tiger jarred into Darlene's thoughts by touching her tits with his hands and saying, "Let's forget what just came down between us and have some fun, babe."
She made no move to push his hands away from her boobs, shook her head. "I've already had some cock this morning, Tiger. I don't feel up to taking yours."
"You don't have to take it." He tried for a smile that didn't quite make the grade. "I know how much you enjoy having your cunt lapped by Elke. Tongue turns you on better than cock."
"Does that bug you, too?"
Tiger continued as though she hadn't interrupt' ed. "Maybe I don't eat pussy as well as Elke, but I'd sure as shit like to chow down on yours right now. May I?"
Darlene had the distinct impression that Tiger was deliberately trying to distract her, but for the moment she was willing to let him. There would be time enough to do some thinking about this slightly strange cat later. The thing to do now was keep his head on straight until the others got home from town. Working this prick into another lather could result in some unpleasant consequences.. .
Tiger sounded like a bad echo as he cut into her thoughts again by saying, "I really do want to suck the cream out of your beautiful cunt, Darlene. Don't turn me down. Let me eat your snatch. Please let me lap your delicious cunt."
"You'll find some of Clint Yeager's juice mixed in there with mine."
"I don't give a shit."
"All right, then," Darlene said almost malevolently as she placed her hands on Tiger's shoulders and quickly pressured him to his knees before her, "lap my cunt with your tongue."
"Spread your legs wider so I can get at it." Darlene smiled a secret smile as she scissored her thighs and pulled Tiger's face hard against her bushy pussy to let him gobble her twat. The instant his long tongue hit her clit she felt heat jump into her cunt. She let him suck and gnaw on her boy-in-the-boat for a few seconds before she pushed his head away and panted, "Hit the floor, baby. Stretch out on your back. I'm going to sit down on your face and dump a big load of pussy-juice down your throat."
Tiger flopped to his back. Darlene straddled his body and towered over him for a moment, looking down at his flushed face as though seeing it for the first time. There was a little curl of contempt on his lips, and some of the same emotion glinted in his eyes. She took a deep breath and thought, This boy has a vicious streak in him. It isn't something I can see but it's there. Threatening him today was a mistake. Now nothing will ever be the same between us again ...
"Your cunt," Tiger said harshly. "Bring your hairy cunt down here so I can suck and lick the cum out of it."
Darlene lowered her ass to his stomach and told him to play with her tits a little. Tiger obeyed. He kneaded her jugs for a minute or so. Then he trapped her jutting nipples between thumbs and forefingers and applied friction to them, saying, "Your nipples look like midget cocks. No wonder everybody wants to suck them. Bring them closer and let me rubble on them for a while."
"Another time," Darlene said as she pushed his hands away from her tits and came to her knees. She inched her way forward and dangled her hairy cunt over his face. A few seconds later she sat down and mashed her wet pussy-lips hard against his mouth, then hissed, "Come on, Tiger. Start licking and munching on the hair-pie I just gave you."
Tiger clutched her hips and rutted his long tongue up between the wet lips of her blazing cunt. Darlene grunted at the moment of impalement, then yelped in delight as his mouth turned into a suction cup to pull the come out of her guts.
"Far-out, Tiger," Darlene panted as she writhed and attempted to cram her turned-on cunt inside his working mouth. "One suck and you ripped a small gob of cum out of my box. Wild. Real wild. Use your mouth on me like that a few more times and I'll feed you a whole fucking mess of pussy-juice, you starved son of a bitch. Keep going. Yes, yes, like that! All, ah, it feels like my asshole's being pulled through my guts! No, don't stop! Suck, you miserable bastard, suck!"
Tiger responded to her voice. He sucked and used his long tongue on her pounding pussy. His fingers bit into her rocking hips, holding her cunt-lips tightly to his mouth as he licked and slurped her toward the powder keg of release . . .
"Gobble, Tiger, gobble!"
Tiger gobbled her pussy.
Noisily.
Darlene gripped the back of Tiger's skull and ground her bubbling cunt hard against his suctioning lips, held him tightly, and a moment later her whole being shuddered as the come ripped loose from her guts and spurted into his waiting mouth.
Loud animalistic sounds of pleasure jumped out of Darlene's throat as her pussy exploded with one fantastic climax after another, making her juices flow like a mountain stream during spring thaw, loading Tiger's mouth and forcing him to make loud gulping noises as he swallowed, swallowed, swallowed ...
"Eat, Tiger!"
Tiger did . ..
"Jesus Christ!" Tiger said breathlessly when Darlene finally finished getting her rocks off and moved her hairy cunt away from his flushed face. "Let my prick shrink to half its size if I'm lying, but that's the most juice I ever got from a snatch at one helping, and that includes Maria's." He licked her juices from his lips, grinned crookedly. "You were really ready to dump this time. More so than ever before. Why? What the fuck turned you on like that?"
Darlene's heavy tits bobbled as she swung clear of Tiger and stood up before she said with quiet vehemence, "Your mouth turned me on like that, big dude."
The grin dropped dead on Tiger's wet lips as he sat up and looked at her. "The way I used it?"
Darlene shook her head. "The way I kept you from growling by holding my cunt over it."
Tiger sat there and stared at her with open malice while he licked more of her twat-juice from his lips.
Darlene almost laughed at the malevolent expression on his face as she turned away from him and walked out of the kitchen. She knew he was pissed off. Tits bounced as she shrugged. Better to be pissed off than pissed on, she thought.
She climbed the stairs to her room and stretched out on the bed, tits pointed towards the ceiling. Drowsiness stole over her. She was almost asleep when she heard the bull roar out in the corral.
She hopped out of bed and moved towards the window, tits bucking. The bull screamed again before she reached it. She looked towards the corral and felt her guts tighten in anger. Tiger was jabbing at the roaring and pawing animal with a sharp pitchfork.
She raised the window and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Stupid son of a bitch! Get away from that bull before he comes over the fence and puts his horns to your vicious ass!"
Tiger tossed the pitchfork to the ground and walked off towards the timber, leaving a trail of laughter behind him.