Chapter 7
Betty was as alert and vivacious as ever at breakfast the next morning, radiant from her night of love and looking bright and fresh as a schoolgirl She fed us a big, hearty meal, and both the kid and I needed it; our asses were dragging a little from all the juice we'd pumped into my wife the night before, so we did justice to a platter of ham and eggs and country biscuits with honey and home churned butter, washing everything down with strong coffee.
She had on a new dressing gown, a pale pink thing that clung to her generous curves and called attention to the dips and valleys of her mature body. Betty's tits pushed appealingly forward, and the crevice between them was dusky, perfumed with her special scent Up long before either Charlie or me, she had showered and washed her hair, which was still damp, and held back by a pink ribbon. The only makeup she wore was a touch of pale lipstick, and her eyes sparkled.
Charlie couldn't keep his eyes off her, and when he'd finished eating, sighed and said, "You just keep on getting more beautiful. I wish there was some way I could stay over here all the time, but I know Mom is getting anxious about me now.”
“I’ll drive you home," I offered, "and see if I can come up with some more chores you can do over here.”
He frowned. "Plenty to do at home, I guess. Mom wants me to go to town today for supplies, and then there's hay to stack. But I can sneak back tonight.”
Betty leaned over and kissed him, her tit brushing his arm. "You do that, lover; we'll be waiting for you.”
In the truck, Charlie said to me, "We really fucked her last night, didn't we?”
"Put it to her as best we could," I agreed, "but she screwed us both down. Our wife is one hot piece of ass, son, and I think she's just now getting turned loose.”
The pickup bounced along the country road, and he said, "You know, I wish you and me could really fuck Betty together. I mean, at the same time, not just taking turns. My prick isn't nearly as big as yours, and maybe we could somehow get yours and mine into her pussy together. I'd dig that a lot.”
"I'd like it, too," I answered. "I’ll talk to her and see if it can't be worked out." The idea of the lad's hard cock and mine sliding into my wife's juicy snatch side by side intrigued me, but I wondered if she could take them both like that, and what kind of contortions we'd have to undertake. Then I tried to picture timing our strokes inside Betty's cunt, that marvelous wet vagina that would be stretched so around our twinned shafts, so that Charlie and I could come together, both of us spurting out semen together, our cockheads being bathed by the foaming liquids, and I trembled.
"Come on back soon as you can,” I said as I pulled the truck up into his front yard.
"You know it," the boy promised, and climbed out I saw his mother come out of the house onto the front porch, her long, slim body looking svelte and trim in tight jeans and a tee-shirt. On impulse, I cut the motor and got out of the truck, too, walking across the yard as Charlie skipped up the steps, said something to his mom, kissed her on the cheek and went on into the house.
"Hi," Carolyn Jessup said. "I hope Charlie was plenty of help to Betty last night while you were gone.”
"Oh yes," I answered. "She has a tough time getting along without him now." The woman's hair was sunshine gold, brushed back loosely and caught in a ponytail; her dark blue eyes looked a bit tense, her tanned and slightly freckled face drawn, as if she hadn't slept well. I was struck again by the sleekness of her tall, graceful body and wondered if some of her tension was caused by doing without a man for so long.
"So do I," Carolyn said. "He's been doing a man's job since the divorce.”
I thought he was doing a pretty good man's job at my house, too, sticking his cock into my wife, but of course I didn't say that Instead, I said, "Charlie told me he's going to town. I'm about caught up at home, so I’ll stay and stack hay for you.”
“That'll be welcome," she said. "Come on in and have some coffee first Kim is gone, too; took her horse over to be shod.”
Following Carolyn into her house, I watched the sinuous rolling of her narrow hips, an unconsciously sexy movement that she seemed to try and control. She was almost tall as I was, and excitingly lean, with small, pointed breasts and a flat belly, and if I'd thought I was all fucked out after last night's orgy, I was wrong. Now that new and more exciting avenues of sensuality were being opened to me, I was stirred by the woman, especially when I caught the clean, fresh fragrance of her skin.
My wife was probably Carolyn's only close friend; as I've said, she's a little too cool for most ranch wives around here, and they consider her stuck-up. Now that I know this woman so much better, I realize that she'd always been trying to hold herself in, a little afraid of her own seething emotions. But I'm getting ahead of my story.
That first day at the Jessup place, I sipped coffee like a gentleman, but I also kept stealing glances at Carolyn's high, fine breasts and the way her hips land of slid around when she moved. Picturing those long, supple legs wrapped around my body, I felt my cock start to lift, and wondered if the hair on her long unused pussy was the same golden shade as that on her head. Carolyn had this wide and generous mouth, and a perky nose, and she grinned nicely to show white, even teeth. I wondered about her mouth, too: had she ever wrapped those mobile lips around her ex-husband's prick, or was she like my own wife used to be, fearful of being "perverted"?
I don't remember what we talked about, but it couldn't have been important. Then we went out to the barn and I shed my jacket before starting to work on the old stack of hay that had to be moved out where it could be fed before the new cutting came into the barn. Carolyn worked right along with me, trim and muscular and sweating. Her tee-shirt was clinging damply to her bra-confined breasts and pulled tight across her sleek belly. Even her sweat was golden, and I imagined it sliding in jeweled droplets down the insides of her willowy thighs and trickling into the modeled cleft of that trim ass.
When I climbed down off the stack to take a break, she wiped dust from her cheek as I sat down on a bale beside her, trying a tired little grin that didn't quite come off. She said, "It's good to work with someone besides Charlie for a change. I—I didn't think I'd miss having a man around so much.”
There was a compelling musk rising from her heated flesh, a scent that had nothing to do with bottled lotions; it was the odor of woman sweat, clean and pungent and penetrating, filling my nostrils and drawing me toward her. I said, "It's rough on you, I know. You must be very lonely, Carolyn.”
There was a hint of moisture at the corners of her blue eyes. "Lonely? Oh hell, I wouldn't say that. Shouldn't every woman just lose herself in work, and forget what it's like to climb into an empty bed every night? Even if what I had in my bed before wasn't much, at least he was something, somebody.”
When her mouth trembled, it was too much, and I reached for her. Our thighs were already practically brushing, so all she had to do was pivot a little to be right in my arms, and she did. Her lips were warm and mobile, parting slightly so I could probe between them to find the honeyed sweetness of her mouth.
Carolyn shook in my arms, big, rolling tremors that cried out for comfort, and her solid, conical breasts pushed yearningly into my chest. My hands felt down over that slim, graceful back, finding the lubrication of her sweat,' but finding also the cunningly designed shapings of her upper buttocks. Something like a sob broke against my teeth as her tongue responded to mine, and her breath gushed hotly into my mouth, spiced with scents and small, leaping flames. Those hungry shudders continued to wrack her taut body, but Carolyn suddenly tore her mouth away from mine when I cupped the slender melons of her ass, taking one in each hand.
"N-no!" she gasped. "Oh lord, no! Rich, please don't do this to me—please. Betty is my dearest friend, and I've always respected you as a man, and—”
I stopped her words with my mouth, thrusting my tongue deeply this time, curling it around her own, raking my teeth over hers. When she tried to struggle, I found those pert breasts in my hands, their hard points trying to bore through her bra cups into my palms. Carolyn Jessup was desperate for loving, needing sex more than she would admit to herself. And she did try to fight me off, but not with all the strength in that lean, whipcord body, but enough so that we rolled off the hay bale and onto the tarp below.
Damn; I was as horny as if I hadn't been fucking steadily for about twenty-four hours. This woman needed screwing, and I needed as badly to discover the secrets hidden between those long thighs. She wasn't only beautiful and helpless, but she was also the mother of the boy who was my wife's lover, and somehow that made Carolyn infinitely more exciting.
The tee-shirt yanked easily over her head, and I broke the bra strap to free her small, firm tits. Their nipples were dark pink and sprang vibrantly against my fingers. But still, she tried not to give in, and I couldn't bother working at her boots; I just peeled down her jeans and her plain white panties with them, jerked them together so that they wadded at her thin, shapely ankles.
"No, no, no," she begged, her eyes grown huge and staring up at me as she tried to cover her breasts and her crotch with fluttering hands, but it was too late for both of us, and I ripped off my own clothing in a frenzy.
Carolyn's mouth was open in shock, and there was grime smeared across one cheek and hay caught in her golden hair, but she was captivatingly lovely at that moment. When I pulled her arms aside, I saw that the hair on her mound was only a little darker than, that on her head, a rich and burnished bronze, piled very deep and fleecy, curling only at the ends. Her skin was flawless, a translucent milky white, and the sight of that naked, exposed body drove me a little crazy. She was so long and slim, graceful as a willow reed, and her flat belly was quaking with fear or desire, or perhaps both.
I put a strong hand against each knee as she raised them and tried to bring them together, prying them apart again so that spectacular mattress of golden hair gleamed up at me. Carolyn sat up and caught at my wrists. "Rich! Oh Rich—what are you—please, you can't, you can't!”
"I can," I answered, my voice hoarse and scratchy, "and I will. Look at my prick, Carolyn. See how hard it is, how long and round and stiff? I'm going to put it into you, shove it into that mossy cunt and reach all the way up inside your pussy with it. My prick is aching, Carolyn—it needs you, needs your pussy.”
Her mouth worked helplessly, but no words came out, only a great, gusting sigh, and her hands fell away from my wrists. I came right down on top of her as Carolyn's upper body sagged back against the tarp, came down between those veed and polished thighs damp with her sweat, the distended head of my throbbing cock probing for the voluptuous padding of her crotch.
It was like sticking my knob into a hairy fire. Pushing through that thick forest of springy hair, my cockhead found her cunt lips and flinched at the outpouring of damp heat that radiated from them. But Carolyn's pussy was so soft, so giving, and when I set the blunt tip of the glans into those resilient lips, she surged strongly up against it, lifting her crotch and trying to spread her legs even wider.
I drove into those rubbery, moist labia, forcing them open, making them stretch so my bulb could get through. Like hot, wet elastic, they gave way, and my shaft slid up into a long and narrow vagina that was lined with buttery velvets. It was a lovely cunt, a searingly entrancing cunt, sheathed with wondrous, rippling muscles and possessed of a suctioning power that tried to draw my balls and all into its hungry, seething depths.
Carolyn moaned as I locked my prick into her juicy, pulsing socket and ground my pelvis into the fleecy nest of her crotch. Her erect clit seemed to stab at the base of my rod when I wiggled my ass and circled the cockhead into that tightly clasping pussy that hadn't been fucked in so long. Pulling back all the way, I felt her cunt lips gripping the flanges of my glans, and the woman's lean back arched as she followed my back stroke upward.
She gasped as I drove it home again, that penetrating lunge reaching all the way up to the spongy cupping of her cervix, and squirmed upon the sliding motion, writhed upon the strong, deep thrusting as I fed my swollen meat into this thrillingly new cunt Her oils flowed like syrup around my digging, burrowing shaft, and the walls of her strange pussy pulsated against me.
I was damned glad that I'd been screwing so much, or Carolyn Jessup's magnificently twisting body, her sweaty, lean thighs, the hard nipples drilling into my chest, and her superbly designed cunt would have made me go off in just a few strokes. As it was, I was strong and dominant, pouring the prick to her just as she craved it, with deep, hammering strokes. The woman bucked beneath me, throwing her slim arms around my neck and biting at my lips while her trim and lively ass did violent tricks in my hands.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she gasped. "Oh lord—uh-uh-uh!—oh lord, it's been so long, and it's so good, so very good—Rich, darling man, what a powerful cock you have, so strong and thick—I can feel it churning inside my pussy, reaching so far up me—AHHH!”
Suddenly she banged her crotch savagely into mine, using it like a furry pile driver, but wiggling and grinding as her narrow cunt clasped and trembled, let go and grabbed again around my sliding prick. Carolyn was coming fiercely, her entire body quivering and her mouth rabid against mine. Clenching me in her sleekly muscled thighs, she held me motionless for a long, ecstatic moment, then as suddenly let go and fell back, her arms dropping away from my neck and her mouth releasing my lips.
That elegantly slim body was still and her eyes were closed. I moved again, slipping my oily shaft back out, only to ramrod it to the root inside her excitingly different snatch, stirring the head around, pressing firmly against her retreated clitoris. Her eyelids fluttered, and I heard her draw a deep breath as I continued to fuck her, bringing her back from the ebbing of her first orgasm.
Pink and tremulous, her tongue flicked over her open lips, and Carolyn whispered, "Oh—you're still doing it to me. You haven't come—Rich, it's so wonderful, I can't believe—oh, oh! I never made it twice in a row before—oh lord. Rich—please, Rich, can you get my damned boots off without taking that lovely cock out of me?”
It was a struggle, but I managed to fight off one tight boot, then the other, as she pulled to help me. Her wiggling motions stimulated my prick submerged into the clenching of her aroused pussy. When she kicked away the wadded jeans and entangled panties, those marvelously long legs were completely free, turned vigorous as white, smooth serpents, coiling and uncoiling with the slow striking of her hips. The golden mattress of her pubic hair caressed my pelvis, and Carolyn's pussy turned artistic in its movements, doing exquisite little flips and cunning little wringings as she churned it around my stiff prick.
The woman was burning up inside. She had been far too long without a man's cock moving inside that greedy cunt, and every lingering thrust I made into those juicy depths struck a nerve. She came again and again, crying out wildly this time and wheeling that delectable ass in tiny, blurred circles; next time, she just hung on and let her vagina react by itself as her willowy legs locked around the small of my heaving back; the time after that, Carolyn rolled her dainty crotch from side to side and clamped her feet into the hollows of my knees, trying to get my sliding shaft impossibly deeper into her foaming box.
She went limp again after her third climax, or was it her fourth? That gave me the opportunity to manipulate her slim body into a different position. Hooking my arms beneath her knees, I lifted her crotch high, rolling her back upon the tarp until only her head and shoulder blades were against it. Only a woman with such long, supple legs could have really made it that way, but there was no strain as I worked her feet up onto my shoulders and corkscrewed my prick solidly into her wide open pussy, touching bottom with every shove.
Carolyn moaned softly, and her golden head moved like a metronome, back and forth, back and forth, keeping time with the strokes of my hard cock. A new life flamed deep within her slippery vagina, and I fanned it with my prodding glans until it flared madly and she rocked her ass, heaved her shaggy crotch and fucked me back as I had never been fucked before.
It was wild and frantic, and I pumped into her gorgeous, hot pussy with a frenzy that shook her from head to toes, with a sledging power that made her little tits jiggle and caused her to groan at every deep thrust.
I hissed it down into her contorted face: "Fuck me, you sweet cunt—ride my prick and squirm on it, you beautiful pussy—here and here—take my meat, baby— I'm going to come—I'm about to let go deep inside you, like this—oh yeah, like this!”
My semen was a skyrocket going off inside her shuddering cunt, a scattering of wet, creamy fires that rained throughout Carolyn's feverish vagina; spurt after spurt of rich, bubbling come inundated that exquisitely throbbing pussy, drenching the narrow sheath and forming a sticky pool around the embedded stem of my prick. It was one hell of a load, heavy and powerful, packing that tight snatch with all the liquid of my balls.
She came again, only a ragged breath behind me, screaming this time, shaking the rafters of the bam with a keening cry. "I love you, Rich! Oh, I love you! You've flooded my pussy with so much semen—oh, darling—darling!”
We kind of collapsed together then, her feet sliding down as she stretched out her tapered legs and adjusted her body more comfortably beneath mine, but Carolyn Jessup refused to let me take my cock from her drenched cunt. She brought her strong thighs together and clamped her pussy lips tightly around my stem, holding me a soaked and willing prisoner.
A dust cloud was settling around us, and I realized we'd stirred it from the tarp by the fervor of out screwing. Now that all my senses weren't concentrated in the head of my prick, I became aware of other things—of the smell of hay and her golden sweat, the exotic aromas of her soapy cunt.
It seemed impossible, but she turned more female then, patting ineffectually at her tangled hair. "I must look terrible. I'm sweaty and dusty and—and—”
"You're beautiful," I said, flexing the muscles of my ass so that my cockhead bulged a little inside her wet snatch. "You're lovely and adorable and sensuous, and you have one of the sweetest cunts in the world.”
I swear she blushed then, her face turning pink as she closed her eyes. Nibbling at her lips, she said softly, "I—I never knew sex could be so wonderful. Jerry could never—my husband was just like a rabbit, and so many times, I never even made it with him. Oh lord, how can I be lying here in my own bam, with my best friend's husband between my thighs? How can I be holding Rich Barnett's cock inside me and thinking how marvelous, how fantastic it was, coming so many times with him that I lost count?”
Gently, I kissed her eyelids. "Just believe, Carolyn, believe and relax and enjoy.”
Her vagina pulsed around my buried shaft as she whispered, "But I love you. I'm crazy mad in love with Betty's husband, and I don't want you to ever take it out of me. I want to go wild on your darling prick again and again.”
"And I love you, too," I said. "Maybe we've always had this thing for each other and were only afraid to bring it out into the open.”
"Please," she murmured, "I don't want you to love me, and I don't want you to take your prick out of me, but you have to. My children—Kim could come back any time, and maybe Charlie has already left town. My God, I've lost all track of time and space.”
“For now," I said, and backed my softening cock from the delicious grasp of her foamy cunt lips. "Only for now, Carolyn. We'll take our clothes to the house and clean up a little, and you can check on your lads, put them off, make any land of excuse. Because we've only started, darling. It's just the beginning.”
As I lifted from that sleek body, Carolyn twisted it from beneath me and sat up, grabbing desperately for her clothes. "Damnit, Rich! Don't you understand? Even though I want to be with you more than I've ever wanted anything else in my whole life, I just can't. We can't. Betty—your wife—”
As she wadded the clothes to her, I took one and helped her to her feet, marveling at the symmetrical length of her body. I said, "Come on; we'll talc it over in the house. No, don't try to get dressed here. If little Kim shows up and sees you, she'll know damned well you've been tumbled around in the barn. Well scoot across the yard bare-assed and take our chances.”
Panting, she reached the back door ahead of me, and kept right on going into the bathroom, where I caught her as she dropped her soiled clothes. Pulling those delectable, slim cheeks back into my groin, I held her close, sliding my arms around her tensed body to cup Carolyn's tip-tilted breasts. I said into the nape of her neck, "I'll tell you about Betty, and when you've adjusted to what I have to say, maybe I can explain some other things to you.”
She stiffened in my arms. "I don't want to hear anything bad about her. No lies or excuses, just because we lost our heads for awhile.”
"No lies," I promised. "If you're embarrassed, put on your robe and go call the farrier. Ask Kim to ride over to my place for something, so she'll stay away awhile. You think you were turned on in the bam, Carolyn? I'll ask you something now—did your husband ever go down on you and eat that beautiful pussy?”
She gasped. "N-no; of course not!”
As I moved away from her and took the robe off its door hook, she kept her back to me, standing very rigid and silent. I put the robe over her shoulders and turned her around. She wouldn't look at me, but I could see a pulse beating in her throat.
"Go make the call, then I'll call my wife.”
Carolyn moved robot-like into the living room, and her voice was strained as she talked with the farrier. I took the phone from her limp hand then, and dialed my home. "Hi, Betty; I'm still over here at the Jessups. No, Charlie had to go to town, but I imagine he'll stop by there before coming home. Listen now-little Kim will be on her way to our place soon. Keep her there, and be careful that she doesn't see anything; not until we're ready for it. Oh, and baby—Carolyn and I have just had a wonderful fuck. Yes, she's really a terrific lay, every bit as hot and eager as you are. Okay, I'll tell her; goodbye now.”
Carolyn's face was white, her dark blue eyes expanded as they had been when she realized I was about to screw her. I said, "See how simple it is? I still love my wife, and Betty's very happy for us, for you and me. She has a lover of her own, you know; she said for me to lass you for her, and take our time. She'll keep your lads occupied as long as necessary.”
She took a long and shuddering breath and just stood there, staring at me. I took her by the shoulders and turned her for the bathroom, urging her gently along as she tried to absorb all she'd heard. Unresisting, she let me step her into the shower stall, where she reached automatically for the water knobs.
Then she said, "No, my husband never went d= down on me. Will you?”
"Damned right." I said.