Chapter 5
As the truck rolled southward in the heat of the day, Jed and Lay H. amused themselves against the boredom of the long ride by talking about fucking. Jed told some of his stories, but kept asking Lay H. about whoever it was who had bitten his body to smithereens. In his mind he was still trying to figure out who or what it was that his buddy had tangled with. He was sure of Billie Lee being with him all night, and unless cows had all of a sudden started giving hickeys, there was no explanation for the fuck signs all over Lay H.'s neck and shoulders.
"Go on, Lay H. Tell me again what she looked like," he urged, for the tenth time.
"Goddamn, man, I done told you so many times you know it by heart by now." Lay H. didn't mind talking about it, but had to put on some kind of show to hide his pride at finally having lost his virginity.
"Yeah, but I like to hear you tell about it. You say she had on a scarf and you couldn't see her face?"
"Yeah, Jed, that's what. She said it was cause her lips were all raw from kissing you, and she didn't think she could stand any more of that. Didn't seem to affect her pussy, though. It was ready as anything you can imagine. All hot and tight. I sure did hurt my dick getting in her, had to go slow and, even when I finally got the head inside her, it was so tight that I still hurt this morning."
"Well, unzip those pants and let that big boy hang out. I don't care. Let it breathe a little. Come on, Lay H. take your peter out," Jed urged.
Without needing any more invitation, Lay H. unzipped and unbuckled his levis, slid the tight material down his slim, strong hips and let his bare dick and balls enjoy the freedom of throbbing around without restriction.
"Look at that big son-of-a-bitch!" Jed breathed in admiration. "I never seen anything like that in my life. I thought I had a big pecker, but that's the biggest pecker in the whole fucking state and I'd bet a week's pay on it."
"Aw, it ain't that big, Jed. I seen yourn, and it's plenty thick enough. I got you on length, but shit man, we can't all be the same size. Beside, you get to use what you got more than I do. Girls are scared of mine."
"Shit, man, if I had a cock hanging on me like that, I'd be the fuckingest man in this state. I wouldn't never stop fucking. Them rich gals down in Houston wouldn't never get enough of me. I'd keep 'em coming night and day. Hot damn! Just thinking about it done got me all hot and hard." Jed rubbed the thick lump in his crotch with one hand while he steered the truck with the other.
"Well, take yourn out, too. I'll hold the wheel while you get your pants down. Go on, I got my peter out. You can take yours out, too. It must be a might sore from all the fucking you did last night."
Lay H. was curious to see Jed's dick up close, since all he had ever seen of it was the base and balls while the shaft and head was buried in a piece of deep pussy.
"Hold the goddamned wheel, then. If I don't let my poor old dick come out for some air, I might just suffocate!" Jed started to work on his belt and the copper studs holding his pants shut at the fly. Keeping his eyes on the road and using one foot at a time to keep the acceleration steady, he slipped his pants all the way off until he was sitting in the front seat naked except for his tee shirt which was by that time so soaked with sweat it stuck on his chest and back like a second skin.
"We got a long straight road ahead of us. No sense in not being comfortable while we doing it," he explained to Lay H. as he took the wheel back again. Silently Lay H. shucked his pants too so that the two of them were naked, their cocks riding high and proud in the cabin of the truck.
"I ever tell you about the first time I ever made it shoot?" Jed asked.
"Naw, I guess you just started playing around with soap like I did 'til it shot out. Scared hell out of me, but that didn't stop me from doing it again as soon as I got hard which wasn't but 'bout five minutes later. Lordy, but I sure had a raw peter that summer. Had to stop finally, the skin right at the base of my head was all pulled off and I was raw, man, raw! I'm all toughened up now, though, or thought I was 'til I got into that tight piece of pussy last night."
"Most all of the guys I know started out that way. Me, well, mine was a little different," Jed explained.
The heat in the cabin rose as Jed told his story about the day he first got his rocks off. As he thought about it and told Lay H., Jed had to start jerking off his cock. It was just like it had been then, except he was doing his own jerking.
"Damn if I don't feel as randy as I was back when I was ten," he panted. He slowly moved his sweaty hand up and down his iron-hard peter.
"Yep, I'm starting to feel that way, too. Didn't think I would after that work I did last night!" Lay H. sprawled back against the seat, his thick muscled legs spread, his hand moving on his cock as it had so many times before.
"Hey, Lay H., give me a hand, will you? I can't do much and drive this old truck at the same time. Come on, help a buddy out. I can't get us all the way to Houston with this hard-on and load of come I'm carrying around now." Jed was almost begging.
Obligingly, Lay H. reached over and wrapped his calloused hand around Jed's dick. The throbbing that shot through it reminded him of his own dick when he was jerking off, and he began to pump it up and down while he kept busy on himself.
"Don't do yourself, I'll fix you up soon as you finish me off. That's only right," Jed instructed him between clenched teeth. His hands kept tight to the steering wheel, and his legs spread to give Lay H. all the room he needed to finish off the good jerk-job he was giving.
"That's it, Lay H. Hot damn, man! Do it to me. Jerk that piece of meat. Come on, baby. Jerk that thing for me. Ah, ah, I just gotta have a feel of your cock. I got to touch that big bad boy. Damnation and hell, feel that rascal-biggest thing I ever felt in my life. I'm gonna have a taste of it, too, Lay H. I'm just gonna have to see what that bad boy tastes like. If you truly been getting any cunt, I can tell by just giving it a lick or two of my tongue. One thing I know right well is the taste of pussy. Ain't no doubt about that." Jed was having a hard time concentrating on the road. The hot red meat swinging high between his legs got hotter and rawer with each jerk of Lay H.'s hand.
"You feeling good, Jed? You feeling good like I am?" Lay H. panted as he started jerking his own dick again, in time to the strokes he was applying to his buddy's cock.
"You know I am, man. It's just like it was when my uncle got me off, only better. A lot better. You got more meat to grab aholt of. I wish I had a piece like yours 'cause the longer them strokes on that piece of peter are, the better it must feel. Hey, don't do that to yourself. Save it for me. I told you I'd do you, didn't I?" Jed took one hand from the wheel and pushed it towards Lay H.'s cock.
"That's good, man; that's better than jacking myself off. Come on, do it faster! Hit me, Jed, hit me hard and good!" Lay H. was flat out against the seat, his legs spread and his hips hunching away like he was fucking.
"That's it, that's it, I'm getting it, I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm coming!" Jed hollered when he felt the thick spurts of jism ooze up his cock and fly out the head to land on his bare belly.
Lay H. kept jerking until Jed's cock stopped throbbing in his tight fist, and watched with fascination as two big gobs, slowly trickled down the red, full length of peter. Seeing his buddy shoot brought him to climax himself. He shot his hips up and forward, moaning and tossing his head back and forth, as his own come spurted from the tight slitted opening in the purple head of his dick.
"Got it, got it, got it!" he groaned, and then slumped down again as his dick shot the last of its load.
"That was right good, Jed," he drawled sleepily. "Thanks for not stopping when you got your load off."
"You don't think I'd be that one-way do you Lay H.?" Jed wished he could lay back and relax, but at sixty miles an hour with a heavy truck and a hot cow behind you, it was impossible.
"I dunno, some guys are," Lay H. answered.
"Well, I ain't. Show you something else I'm gonna do for you, too. You just hold onto this wheel for a minute."
Lay H. took the wheel from his buddy and glued his eyes on the road ahead. With his vision locked in the distance, he felt, rather than saw, what Jed was doing to him. A rough tongue was running slowly over his lower chest and upper belly, licking up drops of creamy come like a piece of bread sopping up gravy. At the first touch, Lay H. belly muscles tightened involuntarily so that Jed was licking his way over a flat expanse of iron hard body. Only the curly hair that brushed against his tongue told him that he was licking his buddy off.
"Wheeeeee, oh me-oh my!" Lay H. breathed out as he felt the tender, sensitive head of his cock being sucked dry. "Jed, that sure is got to be the best thing anybody ever done to me in my life. I ain't never gonna worry about you being one-way again." He relinquished, the wheel as Jed came up.
"Ain't nothing to it. I et enough pussy in my time, don't see why I shouldn't have a little peter, too. It's just clean; maybe cleaner. You know what they say: if you eat the hole you'll eat the pole. You gonna go down on me now, Lay H? Or you just gonna let me sit here and get all dry and crusty from the sun?" Jed asked.
"Hell, what you do for me, I'll damn sure do for you. Just you spread your legs and hold still." Lay H. was finding that sex with a partner a whole lot more exciting than doing it by himself.
Jed winced as his ticklish peter was rough-licked, but when Lay H. had finished he felt like giving out a yell, which is just what he did.
"Yiiitpppppppeeeeeet" His yell filled the cab and startled Lay H. into jumping. At the same time, it silenced the monotonous mooing of the heifer in the back. m
"You feeling all right, ain't you, Jed?" Lay H. asked anxiously.
"Damn right, I'm feeling all right. Feeling just damn A-OK, in fact. We gonna have a lot of fun together, old buddy. Pussy or no pussy, we ain't got to do without-no time, no more."
"Reckon we better save a little bit for the girls though, huh? I mean for Miss Billie and whoever I got fixed up with."
"Why, shit yes, man. I ain't about to give up pussy for you. But, when it comes to fun, I guess me and you can have some of that without having to go out looking for cunt if we ain't got time or inclination to. Hell yes, we gotta save up a little for our pussy. They'd be mad as hell if we didn't. But just think about the games we can play once we get everybody used to it. Why we're just starting to have a good time, Lay H. Just starting!" Jed slapped his buddy on the leg and let out another yell.
"I don't reckon I mind. Seems like I'm getting a whole lot of sex all of a sudden."
What Billie Lee and her sister didn't know couldn't hurt them. If they could have known, the sex between Lay H. and Jed would certainly have been of less concern than the incident that was to occur an hour's ride later.
By the time both men were clothed again and relaxing with a cigarette, letting the heat rush in over them, starting to feel dry enough to stop for a cold drink. As a familiar sign advertising one of their regular stops flashed by them, Jed turned and spoke.
"Damned, look at that, Lay H. We further down the road than I imagined. We damn near to Jewel's Place. I guess I'm a mite thirsty. You ready to stop for a can of beer, or you want to go all the way in without stopping?"
"No, sirree, I'm ready. This heat done parched me all out. Reckon I ought to check on hot old bossy back there. Make sure she's comfortable enough. Feel right sorry for the poor old thing having to come all this way in heat just to get her pussy satisfied."
"Well, I just hope this fucking takes hold. It's costing the boss close to five thousand dollars for this stud fee," Jed told him.
A few minutes later they had pulled into Jewel's Place and were swinging their big hot bodies down from the height of the cab. By the time Lay H. had checked on their cargo and joined Jed in the air-conditioned comfort inside, Jed was sipping on the one beer he allowed himself on mid-trip stops. He answered the question of a middle-aged man next to him at the counter.
"Yeah, there's a fine place to eat your dinner on up the road a piece. Little diner set back in some pines, but you'll see the signs long before you get up to it Can't miss it. Right pretty little girl runs it. Goes by the name of Billie Lee Bailey. Special friend of mine, in fact. You can tell her I said the food was good there."
Jed always made sure when he recommended Billie's diner to anybody, that they knew he and Billie were more than just friendly. He was a big enough a man to discourage most drivers and ranchers taking any liberties with Billie, and it was a part of the country where a set-claim was recognized.
"Thank you kindly, I'll remember what you told me," the heavy-set unshaven stranger replied. "Well, I guess I'll get on down the road. Don't know how long I can trust that old truck of mine. Want to be off the road by nightfall." With a wave of his hand to the two men, he paid his bill and swaggered out.
"Mean looking cuss," Lay H. said after the man had swung out into the heat.
They both watched him as he maneuvered his bulk into the front seat of a beat-up old pickup truck and wheeled out of the drive in a spin of gravel.
"He ain't been outside for some time," Jed drawled. "Guess that can only mean one thing."
"Jailbird?" Lay H. asked.
"Sure as a gun's iron, he's done a stretch for something. Looks like he could still take care of hisself. A little fat, but not so much as it would get in his way in a fight"
"Maybe you shouldn't have said nothing about Billie's diner," Lay H. replied.
"Well, what's done is done. Besides, I gave her a .45 to keep out there with her, and she knows how to use it right good. Hell, what am I talking about She ain't even there. Place is closed up tight and she's on her way to the city by now." Jed was relieved although he hadn't shown any worry.
"I'd forgot about that. Kind of good luck, ain't it?" Lay H. echoed his relief.
It was crappy luck! The jowly stranger was Joel Waters, the Bailey girl's stepfather. Jed was right that he had just come out of jail. After the twins had the sense to keep what was left of their farm out of his hands, he drifted off and eventually got caught doing some petty rustling. A six-month's suspended sentence was more than too light, but he had a clean record, and there was nothing else to hold him on. He had been sprung a couple of days earlier.
Although not trying to find his stepdaughters, when he heard the name Bailey, he knew how close he was to them. The idea of a loan or a robbery had sprung into his mind. With the way they were all positioned, he had a clear twenty-four hours for either. Jed and Lay H. were a little over half-way to their stop further down the state, Billie Lee was approaching the city and would be there the rest of the day and that night. Meanwhile, back at the trailer....
"I'm just gonna fuck and fuck and fuck, and never stop fucking. Gonna make up for all that lost time," Mary Lee was telling herself as she rubbed cream onto her sore and chapped inner thighs where Lay H. had rammed into her all night. The cream took away the ache from her stretched legs and, as she rubbed closer and closer to her pussy, that old familiar grabbing in her cunt started.
"OOhh, my, but that does feel good," she said to herself, as she spread her legs a little wider and slopped some more cold cream up closer to her pussy. The heat from her red box melted the cream until it was like melted butter running all over the rare steak of her cunt. With one finger, she just barely slipped inside her snatch. Right away, the hot little mound quivered and trembled, like a rabbit before the dogs get to it.
"Now, I just got to stop this. If I don't do it to myself, I'll just be that much hotter for Lay H. And I'm flat gonna give him the best fucking he ever has had, or ever will have when he gets his ass back up this a-way," she promised. "Besides, it's a nice day, and I ain't gonna stay in this old trailer any more. Nobody around to see me so I'm gonna go for a nice long walk in the woods."
That was why Billie Lee had decided on setting her truck stop so far out in the beginning, so that Mary Lee could have the privacy she needed before she would come out of her trailer room. Since they had been there, Mary had learned every tree and path in the woods behind them and spent hours wandering by herself while her sister tended to the diner that made their living. If Billie ever felt any resentment towards Mary for her easy ways, she never showed it, and even when the girl offered to peel vegetables or work in the kitchen, she had never asked to.
As Mary walked away from the trailer into the woods, her stepfather was just spinning his way from of the drive of Jewel's Diner, headed for the trailer and her. As he made his way steadily northward, Mary ambled easily through the woods and fields. The sun was warm on her back and she wore no clothes under her light-weight frock.
"Ummmmm," she moaned to herself. She straddled a high patch of dog fennel and let the lacy green tops brush against her exposed cunt.
"That just feels so good that I think I'll just take off all my clothes and walk around a little bit." She often did this when the weather was nice. She knew the area well enough to steer clear of the fields where there was plowing or planting going on. No one had ever seen her tripping naked through the wilds. Her body was a golden brown all over from sunbathing, her tits like big yeast-risen biscuits, fresh from the oven, her cunt like a fresh hot cerry tart. The cheeks of her ass were like two rich mince-meat pies and the blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders was better than spun sugar. The only draw-back was her split lip and, as soon as that was repaired, she would be amighty fine piece of cunt, and the way things were going, a mighty hot one, too.
"Ummmmmmm, that tickles my cunt more than it ever has before. I guess it's cause I've finally gotten fucked. Oh, me, is that Lay H. something else. There just ain't another cock nowhere to beat that one. And it's gonna be mine, every fucking inch of it. I ain't gonna let him give it to nobody else."
She was a little wrong there, but at least she was destined to get a lot of that big piece of meat.
"I reckon it's about time to start back. Don't want to get caught out here after dark." The sun began to get closer to the horizon. Tugging on her dress, she started back towards her trailer, humming a little and still dreaming of Lay H.'s cock.
When she got back, the sweat of her ramble and the contact with bushes and grasses had given her body a slight itch, and she figured on easing it with a nice hot bath. When her tub was full of sudsy water, she slipped into it and let the bubbles collect around her titties like egg whites around a beater.
"Nothing is ever going to ease this ache in my cunt, ever, ever, ever. Not til Lay H. is back here with me," she said as the heat and soap of the water teased around and through her sweet cunt lips.
Mary Lee wiggled her ass slightly, letting the suds seep up the crack of her ass and through her spread legs to her beat-up little pussy.
"Poor thing," she crooned as her hands gently rubbed her tight little mound. "Got all that peter shoved up in you before you knew what hit you. That big old dick of Lay H.'s was maybe a little too thick for you, wasn't it?"
Her cunt didn't answer, but eased up aching under the gentle squeezing and rubbing it was getting from Mary's hands. Slowly she moved her legs back and forth, making waves topped with soap-sud caps. The currents of water pulled her blonde cunt hairs back and forth 'til it looked like yellow seaweed swaying in the moving wake.
That old rag is too rough for my sweet little pussy, she declared to herself after rubbing the washcloth in slow easy swipes across her hot box. All I'm gonna use is my hands to wash with, they're good and soft. She hugged herself as she lay there in the water and slid her hands through the soap waves, making mounds and mounds of suds to lather across her body.
That Lay H., he don't know how hard his hands are. Just like he don't know how strong he is, she thought and then shivered as she remembered how he had crushed her so tightly to his hairy body that she had almost passed out. "Big bull of a man, got no sense how to treat a woman like me, but I'll sure show him," She promised aloud to herself adding in thought, I don't want him to be too tender, though, with a big man like that to fuck with, you want to know you been fucked and a few bruises let you know that you been fucked good.
Moving her hands up to her rosy-tipped breasts as they floated like sandy islands in the sea of suds, she cupped them in her hands and lifted them out of the water, loving the feel of their weight and creamy softness. Better titties than Billy, she said so herself. Course, Billie got a nice pair on her, and that's for sure. I sure Lord didn't mind when she pinched me the way she done; and me with that old cucumber up my cunt. Uh uh, but that was a feeling-and-a-half! There's just too many good things to do with people in this world for anybody to do without. I ain't ever again, not ever, once I'm fixed.
That sobering thought sent a knot to the pit of her stomach as her ass and cunt tightened up at the possibility that she may not be able to have the operation Billie had promised. She sat very still in the water her hands making little swimming motions as she tried to put that thought out of her mind.