Chapter 2
It might have stopped them from giving such a good performance if they had known about it, but since what you don't know can't hurt you, Jed and Billie Lee had been giving a fuck show to an unseen audience. In the dark of the trailer's adjoining room, Mary Lee Bailey crouched, naked and hot. Her eyes were glued to a peephole she had drilled, between her sister's bedroom and her own, one day after hearing sounds of a hellacious fucking going on. She had used it time and time again, but she especially enjoyed using it when Jed Oakes was with Billie Lee. None of the other truckers could quite match him for fucking ability although a couple of them topped him in size.
As she watched his thick, triangular back rise and fall with each hunch of his muscular hips, Mary Lee felt the pulsing of her cunt until she was almost out of her mind. Silently her hands glided over her breasts, lingering to softly pinch the hard nipples. Moving on down she cupped herself softly, weighing the heavy, warm mounds of flesh, pretending it was Jed's hands on her taut breasts and not her own.
Her eyes never left the peephole and from her vantage point, she could see the thick stalk of Jed's cock as it emerged from her sister's pussy. She watched and held her breath as he hesitated on the end of his backstroke before shoving down into the red, ready flesh again and again.
She could almost feel his hips plunging into her, almost feel his cock shoving into her cunt. Unable to stand the tension any longer, her hands seized the long, green cucumber she had kept waiting until her empty, hungry cunt couldn't stand the torture of not being fucked any longer. Balancing carefully on her knees, she thrust her legs apart and ran the hard tapered end around the lips of her pussy. It was still cold from the icebox and the chill of the cold firm meat sent a shiver through her body.
"Dicks must be hot," she thought to herself, "they must be nice and hot and easy to slide in, not cold like this goddamned cucumber."
As the chill of the cucumber wore off in the boiling heat of her cunt, she slipped it further in, keeping time to the hunching of Jed's hips as he fucked away in the other room. Bit by bit it warmed to her heat and as her pussy juiced it up, it slid faster and easier into her.
Taking care not to make a sound, she kept her eye glued to the hole in the wall while she kept the fucking motion of the cucumber rippling through her. The hard, green artificial dick was bigger than the dick that Jed was giving her sister, for Mary Lee had picked the biggest cucumber she could find in the garden. Gripping the tip with her fingernails, so that she had a firm grip but not enough to cut out any of the length she so badly wanted, she shoved it faster and faster into her pussy.
In the next room Jed's hips made an especially wide spread as he backstroked out of Billie Lee. Looking straight into his ass and crotch, Mary Lee could see the thick, pulsating stalk at the base of his body. His balls swung heavy and tender, full of come, red and luscious, dangling between his asshole and his cock. Mary Lee wanted badly to be lying there, behind him, with her tongue up his ass, her hands caressing his balls and then on the hunk of dork that he was shoving so hard into her sister.
Just thinking about it made Mary Lee's cunt tighten up and as she followed Jed's rhythm by thrusting her cucumber deep within herself she knew mat climax was very, very near. Jed's movements showed her that he was as close to shooting as she was, and she hurried to keep up with him.
As he was yelling out, "Gonna, gonna, gonna come, come, come!" Mary Lee felt herself coming in time with him. She could see the surge of fluid through his cock as it pulsated and throbbed again and again, discharging load after load of hot, male gunk. That set her off, her pussy craved climax, and her pussy walls caved in on the cucumber, trapping it inside her quivering cunt. Unable to move it in or out, she finally collapsed on the floor, and lay there, writhing soundlessly as the green tool kept mercifully hard deep within her.
She lay there on the floor, her arms wrapped around herself, crushing her tits with her own strength. The tightly gripped cucumber in her cunt throbbed with each contraction that racked her body. From the next room she heard the pleading of her sister and then the low animal cry as she reached the end of the fucking road. That was the final signal for Mary Lee to collapse down onto the carpeted floor, curled up into a ball, taking poor consolation from the feel of her own flesh.
She lay there, quietly as she could, lonesome for another body, her own warmth no compensation for the lack of a hard-muscled man lying on top of her. She wanted arms around her, legs pressing against her, a hairy chest rubbing into her tits and a hard, tough demanding mouth crushed down against her own. Thinking about that made the tears come faster until she was silently shaking with repressed crying.
Unaware of Mary Lee, his envious eyes fastened on the two bodies twisted together on the bed inside. Lay H. Hammonds stood with a hard-on so big it threatened to bust right out of his pants. His throat was bone dry, and he wished he hadn't left his bottle of whiskey back in the truck. He had seen it all, the first stripping of clothes from the warm flesh of the two bodies; the first demanding kisses; the rubbing up together; and the first deliberate sticking of dick into Billie Lee's waiting pussy. With his cock so hard he couldn't blink his eyes, he stood there now, the only one not to have a climax. His balls were swollen and packed tight with hot loads and the head of his dick was like a bull tied up, but within sniffing distance of a heifer in heat. As he rubbed his hands slowly over the bulge in the grey work pants, he remembered back to one of the few pieces of pussy he had ever had. It had been just before he dropped out of school. He was having the usual trouble keeping up with the rest of the class, and one day, his teacher, asked him to stay after everyone else had left for the day.
Her name was Miss Benson, and she was one of the few teachers who took pains with the big, gawky, slow boy. Lay H. was grateful to her for the time she spent with him, and he gladly agreed to stay. , That afternoon was different, though; he could tell by the way she kept fidgeting, getting up to look out into the hall, tugging at her dress, fanning herself with a notebook. Finally, when half an hour had passed and the school was completely deserted, she came to stand behind him.
"I think you're getting your arithmetic a lot better now, Lay H." she said in a peculiar throaty whisper as she bent over his shoulder. Her breath was soft and moist on his neck and Lay H. could smell her perfume. His cock started to rise, its giant proportions massing in the crotch of his pants.
"Now, let's see," Miss Benson had continued, bending closer over him until he could feel the points of her breasts pressing against his shoulder. "I think that column is too hard, ah, I mean, you've got too much there, Lay H. Do it, do it again."
Lay H. had bent over his paper, trying to concentrate on the figures that were swimming around in the surging undertow of lust he felt washing through him. His cock was jerking with each beat of his heart, and his muscles were so tense his hands were trembling.
"Maybe it would be better if you did it at the blackboard, Lay H. There's lots of room, and I can help you," Miss Benson whispered in his ear.
"This is just fine, thank you, M'am," he had replied after gulping hard. His ears burned because he knew that if he got up she would see his hard-on.
"No, I think it would be better for you to go to the blackboard," she had insisted with a hint of a command in her voice. "Come on, now. Get up and let me help you," she ordered, holding out her hand and then taking his when he made no move.
Red-faced, ashamed of the thick column that was pressing against his dungarees, he stumbled to his feet and turned his head the other way as Miss Benson led him forward. When she didn't say anything, he took a look at her and was surprised to find her eyes glued to his crotch.
"There now, this is a lot better," she said, smiling at him still holding onto his hand. "There's lots of room to work and I can keep an eye on you."
"What do you want me to do, M'am?" he heard himself asking. "I mean which problem do you want me to try first?" he added, blushing deeper as his peter refused to go down.
"A part of your trouble, Lay H., is that you're too timid. I know you can do lots of things the others can't You should be more sure of yourself."
"Yes, M'am," he said as her hand pressed his big calloused palm experimentally.
"You're not afraid of me, are you, Lay H.?" she asked, moving closer to him.
"No, M'am," he replied, looking down to his feet wishing he could go to the bathroom and jack-off.
"You aren't ashamed because you're excited, are you?" her whisper came almost in his ear, and he almost came in his pants. He couldn't answer, but just stood there like a dumb ox, a hung, dumb ox, his dork slung half-way to his knees.
"Relax, there's nothing for you to be ashamed about. All boys your age get excited around girls, just like you're doing now. I guess it gets a little uncomfortable sometimes, doesn't it?" she asked, still squeezing his hand.
"Yes, Ma'am," he muttered, wishing he could grab her and hunch up against her soft, sweet-smelling body until the come shot out of his cock.
"Are you uncomfortable now? I mean, that looks awfully big to me. Maybe its caught in your underwear or bent the wrong way. If it is, why don't you straighten it out? Don't mind me, I understand all about those things."
Not answering, he stuck his hand under the waistband of his dungarees, slid it down his sweaty belly and prodded his dick out of the tangle of groin hair it was caught in.
"Now, you can't really fix it properly that way, Lay H.," she cooed watching his hand slide out from the heat of his crotch. "Why don't you unsnap your pants, pull the zipper down, fix yourself so you're comfortable?"
"It's O.K. now," he whispered through a tight, dry throat, surprised at how husky his voice sounded.
"I don't think it is. I think you're scared of me, Lay H. Are you really ashamed to do that in front of me?" she goaded him with soft murmurs.
"I'm not afraid," he growled as he shook his "hand away from hers and began to unfasten his pants. He let the rough, faded cloth slip down over his muscular ass, exposing the white of his briefs. They were distorted by the pulsating rod that thrust out like a cock on a bull.
"Lay H., I didn't know you were so big," Miss Benson's voice was a low, gurgling sound that curdled Lay H.'s blood, turning it to come.
"Yes, M'am, I am big," he replied, becoming sure of himself, proud of his cock.
"Do you ever play with it, Lay H?" Miss Benson asked, gently brushing his shirt away so that she could see the bulge better.
"Some," he admitted.
"Show me what you do, Lay H. I've never seen anybody do it."
Lay H. glanced around the room. It was empty, but it was big, the space filled him with a sense of uneasiness. "Not here," he replied, pulling his pants up again.
"In the cloak-room, Lay H., we'll go in there. Don't be afraid. Nobody will see us."
She took him by the hand and led him into the dim light of the cloak-room.
"See, I have a key. We'll lock the door behind us. Nobody can come in now," she promised turning the key in the lock and turning to face him again.
"Now, take your pants off, Lay H. I want to see your thing."
His fear suddenly gone, sure of his privacy and his big cock, Lay H. began to strip off all his clothes. As he tugged his shirt over his head, the clean, sharp smell from his armpits reached Miss Benson's quivering nostrils and made her knees shake. She had to reach out and grab one muscular shoulder for support. Lay H. looked at her in alarm for a minute.
"You all right, Miss Benson?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, I'm just fine, Lay H. You go on taking off your clothes like I told you to," she urged as her eyes swept over his over-sized chest down to the line of hair that ran from his belly-button down to disappear into his shorts.
He stood before her for a minute, clad only in tight brief underpants. His cock was jerking like a fish on a hook, swinging this way and that, moving around like it was sniffing out something.
Excited to the point of not caring who saw him do it, Lay H. ripped his shorts off, and as he stepped free of them, grasped his meaty penis tightly in one massive fist and began to jack-off. The dark red of his cock head turned to deep purple under the squeezing of his hand, the long shaft tensed with a surge of blood and his come was about to shoot out like water through a sluice.
"Wait a minute, Lay H.," Miss Benson instructed, reaching out to put her hand onto his, stopping his jacking motions. "I've got a better idea. You're going to learn something new. I think you'll like it. It'll be just between us. We won't tell anybody else. It'll be just our secret, all right," She didn't wait for his answer, but pulled her dress up to her waist and began tugging down her panties.
Lay H. watched curiously. He'd never seen a woman's pussy before, but he knew that's what they were called. When all he was a fat, hair-covered mound, he felt a little disappointed.
"Is that all there is to a pussy?" he asked bewildered.
"Most of it's inside, Lay H. You have to push your thing into it!" Miss Benson explained pushing up close to him.
"I've never done it before," he told her.
"Most boys your age can't do it at all, Lay H. Don't you want to learn how?"
"Nobody will see us, will they?" he asked, looking around again.
"Nobody, and we won't tell anybody either," she assured him as she moved so close to him he could feel the hair on her cunt brushing against the head of his peter.
"You want me to stick it in?" he asked excitedly.
"Stick it in slow, Lay H., then you'll know what to do," she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him tightly against her.
Lay H. started out slowly, but as soon as his cock head slipped between those furry lips and hit the slippery cunt passage, he lunged forward in hard clean strokes letting his dick shove in as far as it would go.
The effect on Miss Benson had been as good as it was on him. She began to moan and hunch against him, throwing her body into him with frantic, urgent hunchings. She felt his big, hard body shudder against her and pulled him tighter so he wouldn't stop. Her cunt walls clutched at the meat trapped there and her clit ground into his hard pelvic mound until it turned into jelly.
Lay H. shot off once and would have stopped, but she kept holding onto him and hunching. His cock wilted a little and then jerked up to hardness again when he started hunching back into Miss Benson's demanding body. His breathing was coming in gasps at the exertion and excitement of it all. His dork kept going, surging forward, arching straight into the soft, hot pussy walls, fucking into the center of Miss Benson's begging hole.
MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE!" HE HEARD MISS BENSON BEGGING. "DICK, PETER, FUCK, FUCK, IN, IN, IN MORE, PLEASE," SHE KEPT MOANING FRANTICALLY AS HER HIPS SHOVED INTO HIM. "AHHHHHH, AHHHHH, AUUGGGGGHHHH, OOOOHHHHHHH! THE SOUNDS BURST FROM HER AS HER CUNT CREAMED AND THEN COLLAPSED ON THE SHOVING, THICK, DEMANDING DORK STILL FUCKING HER.
As she fainted, Lay H. lowered her gently to the floor, climbed on top and fucked her twice more before his cock stopped shooting.
"You stay after school everyday and I'll help you, Lay H.," she promised as they were getting dressed.
"Yes, M'am, I sure will," he nodded more than ready to stay again.
"And we won't tell anybody about it, will we?" she asked firmly.
"No, M'am, nobody," he promised.
"Good! It's getting late now, Lay H. Maybe you'd better start for home."
"Yes Ma'am, thank you, Ma'am," he replied as he turned to leave.
That had lasted until Miss Benson had been caught fucking with two boys on the football team and there had been a scandal. Then Miss Benson had to leave town, and Lay H. was without a friend again.
After she left, things were bad for Lay H. He wasn't exactly an idiot, but he was a little slow. In the small town he grew up in this was not unusual, but as others grew out of their slumber into some degree of independence, his deepened until he was the rag tail for every other one of his schoolmates. That may have been why he had tried to run away from home three times before he was eighteen. Whatever the reason, his love of the open road hadn't helped him get any smarter. About the best thing that had happened to him was when the owner of the local stockyard had taken pity on him and hired him as an odd-job boy and taken the time to make sure he had the proper food and a place to sleep in the bunkroom by his truckers. The combination of hard work and plentiful food had worked like a charm on him, kept him more or less satisfied and maintained his gigantic body.
His back was the envy of every footballer on the local team and his hands and arms were more than a match for any Indian wrestling encounter he was teased into. In his own way, he was a handsome enough boy with thick black hair, more often than not unkempt, and lying low across his brow in a shaggy curve. His eyes were deep and very dark, but there was nothing behind them at all. Even when he smiled, they remained dead. Even so, he was a gentleman and tolerated the mild teasing that still followed his bulky, muscled body. As he grew into manhood, his cock grew in proportion to the rest of the body so that its thick gigantic length was the object of speculation and jokes. He didn't mind it when other men looked at him in men's rooms and, if asked, he would flip his cock out and show it to anyone bold enough to ask about it.
His primary sex release was jerking-off and this he did as many as five times a day, after Miss Benson left, slowing down only when the perpetual beating made his cock too sore to touch. As he and his cock grew and toughened together, his jacking-off had no more effect on him than to make his cock swell into even greater proportions than it would have had it been left alone. It ended up being as thick as a skinny man's wrist, between eleven and twelve inches long, depending upon how you measure it, and so thick it scared off the one whore he had worked up the nerve to approach.
Jed Oakes was the first trucker to take him along on a trip to help handle the stock. The two of them had worked so well together that Jed never made a run without him now, and Lay H. followed him around like a dog with a much-loved master. Jed would tell him about his fucking on the long drives from yard to yard so that he knew as much about fucking than most men with twice his experience. He still was too shy to try making out with a steady girl or even to go out and buy himself a piece of tail when he reached a town big enough to have fresh tail available. Instead he would go to the movies in the long evenings when Jed was out pussy-chasing. He usually ended up letting some queer blow him and once or twice had even stayed overnight working them half to death with his demands.
In spite of that, he still wanted a woman and tonight, after having seen Jed shoving his cock up into Billie Lee until both of them were knocked unconscious by their loads, he wanted to fuck worse than he ever had before. Standing there in the dark outside the trailer he could hardly stand the hurt of unshot come filling his balls. Its purple mushroom shaped top was almost raw from rubbing against the top of his pants, striving to get out of the clothes and into a cunt. As he thought about jerking-off, even if only to relieve the pressure filling his balls, a long, low bellow cut through the night air. Lay H. jumped and then remembered the cargo that he and Jed were hauling. It was a prize heifer, securely locked away in a special compartment of the stock truck. She was deep in heat and was being taken down to a ranch outside Houston to be bred with a bull who was waiting on stud for her arrival.
Although it was the first time she had been bred, she seemed to know what lay in store for her at the end of the journey. All the way down, her loud bellowing had filled the truck, making Lay H. and Jed grin at first, and then stuff cotton in their ears when it got to be too much to take. Soon after they stopped for the night she had become quiet. Now the night was in danger of being ruined as her bellowing began again.
"God damned cow," Lay H. muttered to himself as he quietly left the trailer window and headed for the truck. "You gotta stop that noise or none of us is gonna get any sleep tonight." Reaching the truck, he swung his muscular body into the back, grabbed a flashlight from its holder near the back doors and flicked it on. Instantly the cow stopped bellowing.
"What's the matter with you, cow?" Lay H. asked crossly as he shone the light into her compartment. "You got enough feed and water in there, I reckon. I gave you a whole lot when we stopped." He talked to himself as he made sure his charge was comfortable.
Just having company seemed to satisfy the cow for she stood still, switching her tail back and forth, jaws munching into the feed provided for her. Once he was satisfied she was all right, Lay H. started to leave, wanting to catch the second act about to be performed in the trailer. As he lowered himself from the truck, the bellowing began again.
"Son-of-a-bitch, you mean I got to cow-sit all fucking night while Jed fucks up yonder in the trailer?" he cussed to himself before climbing back into the truck. When he switched on the flashlight again, the cow became still. It was cool in the truck and so long as the cow was quiet, it was a good enough place to sit for a smoke. Settling down by the rear doors, Lay H. lit a cigarette and tried to forget that he was once again doing without pussy. His cock was still bulging against the front of his pants, crawling up his belly, worrying him so that a cigarette didn't have any effect on him at all.
When he tossed the cigarette butt out the back, his hand fell down into his crotch, sliding along the length of his peter. Slowly, almost without thinking about it, he trailed his fingers up and down the pulsating rod. His fingers made a little scratching sound as they brushed against the rough cloth.
Soon the sound of a zipper being carefully lowered whispered through the night. Shifting his ass up off the floor of the truck, Lay H. pulled his pants down over his hips. Then, rubbing his hand across his hard, hairy belly, he slipped it under the waistband of his shorts, slid it down to his balls, and held their sweaty sack in his calloused palm. Spreading his legs wider, he trailed his fingers down below his egg-sized balls, into the hairy sensitive area between his cock and his ass. It felt good to tickle himself there. His dork bucked and swayed as his hands moved about over his crotch, exploring, feeling, tickling, teasing himself as he delayed touching his cock.
Shifting his ass up again, Lay H. tugged his shorts down so they lay in a tangled knot just below his knees. With his cock was at last free of the confining cloth, sprang out from his groin like a third leg, cutting into the night air looking for cunt. The thick head glinted with fuck oil and along the network of working veins, his pulse beat could be seen. Grasping his meat low down, far away from the blasting cap of nerve ends clustered around the top, Lay H. gently began to slide the flexible skin up and down the inner iron core of dick. Simulating the clutch of pussy as best he could, Lay H. loosened his hand on the up strokes and then clutched his cock fiercely on the down strokes. The clotted cream of his come was churning around in his cods, threatening to come boiling over. Finishing off was the last thing Lay H. wanted to do. Masturbation is lonely at best, and so he sat there in the dark, slowly teasing his cock, dreaming about pussy.
It was quiet in the truck, and Lay H. forgot that he had an audience in the back. The little heifer blinked uncomprehendingly as he jacked-off, just as she had blinked uncomprehendingly two days before when she had been the unwitting catylist for a ranch hand getting a piece of pussy off her owner's wife.
Mary Dobbs was a farmer's daughter and now a cattleman's wife. There wasn't much she didn't know about ranching and it wasn't unusual to find her strolling around the barns when her husband was off the place attending to other business. On this particular afternoon, just when the heat of the day was at its worst, she had suddenly appeared in the big, old fashioned barn to check on the cattle that were sick or in heat. She had just gotten up from a nap and the sleepy, sensuous look of the bed was still etched on her face.
She was a big-boned woman, careless about her looks, but still young enough not to have to worry about them. She had auburn hair and wore it long, loose and thick. She had one of her husband's old white shirts tucked into a pair of dungarees and was wearing a pair of boots that accentuated the slenderness of her ankles and calves.
"You think this one's about ready for the Houston trip, Sam?" she called out to the only person in the barn.
"Appears to me she's right anxious to go, M'am," came the drawled reply.
"It's the first time for her, you reckon she'll be able to make it all right? That stud fee has to be paid whether it takes or not, and Tom'll be made as hell if he doesn't get a prize winner out of it," she continued, her eyes rurining expertly over the young heifer.
"I checked her out myself," Sam assured her. "She's in good shape. Her temperature is right, she's on feed, nothing's wrong that I can see. No reason for that screwing not to take, providing the bull is O.K."
"The bull's in good shape. They're keeping him off duty until we send this one down." Mary closed the subject, deciding there was nothing more she could do except wait.
"Any problems out here that I ought to know about, Sam?" she asked fastening her eyes on the broad, creased face of their general foreman.
"Men getting a little restless. Haven't had a day off to get into town since the roundup started," he replied, sure she would know what he meant.
"Getting horny, are they?
"Yep."
"You getting horny, too, Sam?"
"Hell, I reckon I stay that way." Mary ran her eyes over his work-toughened frame as expertly as she would have over a prize bull. He was a thick-necked, deep chested, tall man who was so flat and hard his dungarees only stayed up by clinging to his hip bones and the hard muscular mounds of his ass.
"You look horny," she said, her eyes boldly looked into his.
She hadn't set out to begin anything, but Tom, her husband, had been away for over a week and she was missing her regular screwing. The barn was big and empty, Sam was there, tall and strong, horny and all of a sudden, she wanted him.
"Looks like you're getting into heat as bad as that heifer there," he told her unconcernedly.
"Maybe so, but I don't aim to go all the way to Houston to do something about it"
"Don't reckon you have to. You might find what you looking for up in the hay loft," he told her with a jerk of his head upwards.
"It's gonna be hot up there," she replied.
"Not so bad if you get all your clothes off."
"Guess I'd better take up a blanket then, that hay can scratch the hell out of you." Mary was still being practical about it all even though the juice of her cunt was already running so strong it was about to soak through her pants.
Sam waited until she had disappeared up the ladder into the hayloft and then made a last minute check of the barn before following her up. Mary was naked by the time he reached the heat of the loft. In the dim light he could see her reclining on a mound of hay, the blanket under her. Without a word, he shucked off his shirt, stepped out of his boots and began to unfasten his belt. As he pulled his pants down, his cock sprang out, full and ready, its length growing out of the hair of his crotch. His balls dangled beneath, big and hard, like the cods on a prize bull. They swayed in their sack as he walked toward her.
The sweat on his chest was beginning to roll down to his belly and his tanned face and arms contrasted with the whiteness of his belly and hips. His body was rangy, hard and tight with muscle and sinew. He was a working and a fucking man. Mary knew she had been right to come up here with him and the more she looked at his peter and body, the more she wanted him lying hard on top of her, sliding his meat into her cunt, jabbing her with his manhood.
The nipples on her breasts turned a deeper red as they tightened. She spread her legs wide for him and beneath her auburn -haired snatch he glimpsed the pink slippery passage of her pussy, gleaming with fuck juices, waiting for him to slide in.
Lowering himself down on top of her, he carefully slid his dick in and then lay down, full weight onto her arching body. With powerful jerks his hips thundered down onto hers as his dick slid in and out of the hot, moist slippery hole his cock had found between her legs.
"Like that?" he asked in a guttural whisper.
"Dick me, dick, dick me, stick it in!" Mary moaned back as she felt every hard inch slip up her pussy again.
The sweat from both of them was running in rivers, making them slippery and almost cool as it evaporated. They made a squishing sound as their bodies moved together and then parted. Her breasts rubbed across his hard chest, their tips scratching on the mat of hair that covered him. He got tired of holding back and increased his strokes, letting his cock rev full blast. Then his cream came shooting out, jerking his peter with the force of its movement. It plastered her pussy walls, mixing with her own sticky oil until they were glued together. He kept hunching, his cock still hard, his body still working until he was sure she was out of heat.
"Now, Sam, now, now, in again, in, oh, oh, oh, SAM!" she screamed as her nails tore into his back and then she creamed and her pussy wrapped around his dick at the same time as her legs wrapped around his back.
He got up first and silently began to pull his clothes on. She watched him until he was almost dressed and then got up herself.
"If that little heifer gets it that good, Tom won't have to worry about getting a prize winner!" she told him with a broad satisfied smile.
Sam laughed easily, proud of the fucking he'd done with her, feeling good with his load off his balls.
"Tom won't be back for a couple of days more, Sam," she said as she tucked her shirt tail in.
"Anytime you want a screwing, just come on out to the barn, I'll be around somewhere," he politely told her.
The only creature that knew about them was the same heifer that now silently watched Lay H. jacking off.