Chapter 2
Sam Farrel's hangover disappeared with the end of the day, but his anger did not. He could tell already, that the Kennerly bitches were going to be a problem. The mother was clearly after him, and the daughter was turning out to be a prize cunt.
He had shown the woman her cabin as quickly as possible, because she was still hanging all over him as he pointed out the important items in the room, and wouldn't let go of him, even as he walked back to the door.
"You ought to get a little rest, Mrs. Kennedy," he told her, slipping from her grasping arm. "It don't do for folks to stay out in the sun too long if they ain't used to it."
"I'm sure I'll be in good hands, Sam," she told him, making a point to be less formal in her addressing him. "I think I shall nap, so I can be ready for dinner!"
"That's a good idea," he grumbled, sighing with relief as she shut the door behind him. When he turned to face Suzanne Kennerly standing "patiently in front of her mother's cabin, his mood brightened considerably.
"Come on. honey, I'll show you your digs," he said cheerfully.
Suzanne followed him down the row of small cabins, noting that she and her mother were obviously going to be separated by several of them. He anticipated her interest in the fact and smiled as he opened the door to her small lodgings.
"Thought you'd like to be a bit away's from Mom," he chuckled, opening the door to show her in. "Being that you're a grown up young lady, now!"
She nodded demurely and slipped under his arm into the room. It was a cozy, simple affair, with a small fire place at one end of the room, and a single bed at the other. The walls were pine and done in a western style, and she already felt at home in the tiny, one room affair.
"It's very nice, Mister Farrel," she said at last. He was grinning at her, his teeth faded from their once Hollywood brightness, and she nodded. "You may put my suitcases on the bed."
Sam Farrel stepped into the room and tossed the two heavy bags down on the bed, then' leaned against the wall, making no move to leave. "You can call me, Sam, honey,"-he said warmly. "We don't stand on ceremony after the first day, around here!"
"Well, Sam, you can continue to call me Miss Farrel, if you will," she replied, coldly. "I want that understood. This isn't last year, you see."
Sam Farrel colored visibly. "Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he snarled. "Just who do you think you are?"
"I am the daughter of a woman paying you very handsomely for our stay here," Suzanne hissed. "I expected to be treated with the respect due to me. I have no wish to interfere with your business, please do not interfere with mine."
"Why you little bitch," Sam snarled hotly. "What makes you think I give a good fuck what' you want, cunt?"
"I don't believe you do care about what I want, Mister Farrel," Suzanne hissed back at him. "But I want it understood, that you aren't getting what you want, either! I'm not a little girl anymore; I don't lust after your body, if you get my meaning."
"Ain't you the hot one?" Sam laughed bitterly. He stood up and walked to the door, pausing to glare at her. "I don't need your pussy, bitch, I can get all I want, anytime I want, remember that!"
"Then put your tongue back in your mouth, Mister Farrel," Suzanne answered coolly. "Because drooling over me as you have been since we arrived isn't going to get you anything but the need of a cold shower, I promise you!"
Sam sputtered in anger, then pulled the door hard behind him, slamming it shut on the little bitch. He was boiling with anger for the rest of the afternoon, and he had to take it out' on one of the hands, the new kid, just to calm down enough for dinner. That cunt really got under his skin, and it bothered him.
Dinner was not much better. The bitch came to. the table wearing a semi-formal evening gown, cut low in the front, and rather skin tight. He could see the tops of her creamy tits all through dinner, and when she got up from the table, her ass swayed back and forth in such a saucy manner that his cock ached just watching it.
Lydia didn't help much, either, noticing everything and giving him hell for it, after they had retired to their bedroom for the night. She lay in bed, dressed in the stupid pajamas she always wore, glaring at him as he sat by the window, drinking.
"All that liquor ain't gonna help you, Sam," she snarled at him. "Miss Kennerly don't want your attentions, even I can see that!"
"Fuck you," he snarled back at her, tossing down another shot of whiskey. He had started drinking again at the party to introduce the guests to each other, and had nearly finished a whole quart by now.
"I saw you sniffing around her," chuckled his wife stretching and moaning with teasing promise. "Your beady eyes was following that butt of hers alj over the room!"
"Lydia, you are a fucking pain in the ass, know that?" Sam hissed. "Sometimes I wonder why I ever, married you, anyway!"
"To get your greedy little fingers on this ranch of mine, that's why," she snapped back at him. "You didn't fool me then, Sam Farrel and you don't fool me now. Just remember who owns this place, buster, and keep your grubby hands off the college girls. You want to butter up some pussy, stick to her mother!"
Sam moaned in despair. Lydia could give two shits who he fucked, he realized. Just as long as it was somebody with money, that would continue to come back for another season. His wife was a cunt that could get all the cock she wanted, and didn't really care if she ever fucked him, as long as he used his to make more money for her place.
She hired him for stud service, that much was certain. But when' the stud has to service a bunch of old, dried up mares, he gets a little tired and disgusted, Sam thought, grimly.
"Lydia, you're just a fucking animal, know that," he sneered at her, sucking down a bit more of the whiskey. "Just a God damn fucking animal, that's all!" . "Look who's talking," the woman laughed, shaking her short brown hair back and forth in amusement. "I've seen you at work, cowboy, you rut like a four-legged mule! You ain't any thing to write home about, Sam."
Snarling with rage, his mind still burning from the curt rejection he'd received that morning, from Suzanne Kennedy, Sam threw the bottle across the room at his laughing wife's head.
She ducked just in time as it crashed beside her against the wall. "You fucking cunt, I ought to beat the hell out of you," he growled. He leaped on the bed beside her, and began to slap her face, methodically.
She screamed, but clearly seemed to enjoy the punishment, for her struggles to resist him were half-hearted at best. He got no pleasure from crashing his big, calloused palms into her face, for in a matter of moments, she was moaning and sighing with obvious passion as he struck her.
"Ohh, baby, yeah, that's how I like it," she moaned, groaning as his hand crashed into her cheek again. "Ummm, rough and hard, Jike you do it so well! That's why I married you baby, you're an animal, yeah!"
Sam groaned in frustration, feeling his wife's fingers now tearing at . the buckle to his trousers. It was obvious that she was turned on, now, and wanted to be taken in his rough, usual manner.
He felt her rough, hard digits slithering into his pants, grabbing for his cock which had grown thick from the excitement of beating her. She wrapped her hand around the tool and pulled it from within his jeans, savagely.
"God, I love this cock," she sighed. She kneaded and rolled the thick, long spear back and forth between her palms. "Come on, baby, give it to your momma hard and mean! Fuck me, Sam, fuck me like the mean, nasty beast you are!"
Sam groaned and pushed away from her, but she clutched at his shoulders and pulled him back around. He fell on his back on the bed and her mouth crushed down over his, hungrily, kissing him with a fierce, and savage greed.
He turned his head aside to avoid her eager lips and his eyes fell on the figure of their house dog, a big, powerful German shepherd named Max. The dog had come to investigate the noise it had heard from their room, and its shiny black nose was now sniffing the air, taking in the scent of passion that was no doubt pouring from Lydia's cunt.
Lydia pulled Sam's mouth back to hers and snarled at him angrily. "Kiss me, you son of a bitch," she growled, mashing her mouth over . hers once more. "That's what I married you for, asshole! You're a hard, nasty beast, and I want an animal fucking, right, God damn now!"
She crushed her mouth against his once more, jamming her tongue between his teeth. Sam moaned, feeling her spear lashing hungrily at his own. His hands wandered absently over her shoulders and his eyes darted around the room, resting on Max again, the dog by now moving restlessly about the room in growing excitement.
Sam began to feel the glimmer of an idea forming in his mind. In his drunken state, he almost had to giggle, as he thought of the perfect way to get back at his drunken, passionate wife, for her smart cracks.
Okay, bitch, he thought. You want an animal, you're gonna get one! But. first I get you ready with a little loving.
He began to kiss her back, moving his fingers up and down over the back, of her pajama tops, slithering them down to the hard, quivering base of her spine. He slid his palms over her buttocks and kneaded the two firm mounds, squeezing them in a cold, calculated fashion.
His wife moaned in pleasure as she felt his big, strong fingers digging into her trembling half moons. She felt the stiff, hard spears massaging her-flesh, greedily, and she rocked her cunt back and forth against his thigh, feeling the warmth building steadily inside of her.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," she cooed lovingly, now. "Umm, you know how to do it, daddy, ohh, boy do you ever!"
Sam Farrel could feel the wetness already dripping from her cunt, seeping through her pajamas, and his grimy jeans. He dug his fingers deeper into her buttocks, then, and rode his knee back and forth against the hot,-throbbing hillock of her mound.
His own cock was growing hard, now, throbbing with passion as he rolled her over on her back. He allowed himself to think of Suzanne Kennerly, naked and writhing beneath him, and coupled that picture, with the delicious excitement of what he had planned for his tart-tongued wife.
Hungrily, then, he unbuttoned the top of Lydia's pajamas and slipped his hands inside of them, clasping them over her firm, hard tits. Her breasts were large and like rocks under his palms, the nipples already thick and taut with excitement.
"Umm, daddy, ohhh, yes," Lydia moaned, rocking from left to right as she felt her husband crushing her boobs under his palms. "More,. Sam, ohh, more, please!"
If he had a choice, Sam knew he would just as soon beat the fuck out of her as screw her right then, but he allowed her to pull on his prick again, squeezing and fondling it between her fingers, massaging it to life once more.
He slithered one hand down over her trim, flat stomach, feeling her wet, warm flesh undulating with excitement under his calloused palm. He slid the fingers through her coarse cunt hair and cupped his hand savagely over her mound. She screamed and thrust upward against the greedy fingers, moaning with pleasure as she felt them rubbing cruelly against her damp, quaking hillock.
Frantically, Sam tore at her pajamas, nearly ripping them from her in a frenzy to bare her completely, now. She laughed in delight and slithered the bottoms over her long, lean legs, and slipped the tops from her shoulders.
"Baby, I'm all yours," she moaned, her huge breasts bobbing up and down on her chest with her labored breathing. "I can't wait to get that big prick inside me!"
Sam Farrel stared at his wife's body and snarled. "You want my cock, baby, you got to entertain me a bit, first," he told her coldly. "I ain't really in the mood, you see, I got to get turned on!"
His wife moaned with agonized frustration and dropped her head to his lap. "Ohh, Sam, I'll suck you a bit, if that's what you want," she moaned, moving her lips up and down the length of his tool, anxiously. "Baby, I'll blow you until you're ready to explode, if that's what you need!"
Sam felt her mouth against his flesh, nibbling and lathering his meat, and it took all the willpower he had to pull her head back up by the hair. He slapped her cruelly across the face once more and shook her savagely.
"I don't want no suck job, bitch," he growled at her viciously. "But then again, maybe old Max could use one! He can smell that pussy of yours burning all ready!"
Lydia Farrel stared at her husband in confusion. She heard their big shepherd barking excitedly by the bed and she shook her head in disbelief. She could not imagine that Sam was being serious.
"Are you crazy?" she gasped, turning her head to glare at the man holding her hair. "You want me to go down on that dog!"
Sam's hand was at her cunt again, sliding back and forth over her throbbing mound, making the aching fire burn even more savagely in her loins, now. She shuddered and moaned, bucking in a spasm of greedy wanting.
"You heard me, bitch," he laughed cruelly. He snapped his fingers at the huge, yelping shepherd and the dog instantly joined them on the bed. "If you want my cock in your cunt, you take care of Max, first!"
Lydia Farrel stared at her husband in horror, his fingers kneading her pussy even more intently, now. Beside her, the shepherd was trying to nose its way between his hand and her cunt, and she could feel his wet, lapping tongue roaming over her hot, quivering inner thighs.
"Ohh, Jesus, please, no, Sam," she groaned, unable to resist the powerful surge of need she felt boiling through her as Sam thrust his fingers deep into her pit once more. "I ... I can't do that, I can't!"
Savagely, he twisted his digits deep in her cave and pressed his thumb down hard on her clit. The aching delight of this action made her jerk with a' fierce, throbbing delight and she screamed as the roar of sensual greed roared through her again.
Sam allowed her to experience the pleasure for a few seconds, then viciously pulled his fingers from her hot, quaking tunnel and pushed her back on the bed away from him. He sneered at her cruelly.
"You heard me, bitch," he snarled at her in a cold, husky voice. "It's either Max, then me, or nothing at all," he growled. "You want my cock, you got to suck old Max off first! Otherwise, jerk yourself off with a fucking hot dog, I don't care!"
The powerful need was roaring in Lydia's flesh, heightened by her almost delirious passion which Sam was well aware of. When she got turned on, Lydia was like a crazy woman, so hungry for cock, she couldn't stand not to have it.
She moaned, staring at the quivering dog beside them, still nosing its big head between her thighs. She felt its rough, raspy tongue lathering her cunt, now, and each frantic swipe sent the fires of lust burning hotter in the pit of her loins.
"You son of a bitch, you mean it," she moaned, shuddering with the effects of the dog's moving tongue. "You really mean it, you bastard!"
Sam Farrel laughed in triumph, proud of his self-control. His cock was throbbing badly against his thighs and his balls were pounding with an aching pain, but he had his horniness completely under control.
"You bet your clit I do, baby," he chuckled cruelly. "Now, you just take hold of old Max's prick and start licking it, bitch! I want to see you sucking him until he pops his load, right in your mouth!"
Lydia Farrel was on fire with sexual need, now. Her pussy was aching for her husband's cock and she moaned as she realized that-she had. no other choice. In her highly excited state, nothing mattered but being fucked by Sam, and she leaned ove? and reached for the dog's prick, now, willing to do anything for her husband's prick.
She took hold of the shaft and the big shepherd barked in delight Instantly the long, thick spear began to expand in its furry sheath, growing thicker and harder as the woman squeezed it, cruelly in her fist.
Sam held tightly to Max's head to keep him from jumping away, and Lydia pulled on the animal's prick, pumping her hand up and down on it, violently.
The dog yelped and barked with excitement, and soon its cock was as hard as it could, be, poking from within it s hairy sleeve, the tip of it pink and moist with lust. The woman "moaned, bringing her head to the dog's belly, trembling herself with the disgust of what she was about to do. She felt Sam's hand pushing on her head, forcing her lips against the quivering weapon.
"Go on, pig, kiss it," he snarled viciously. He pushed her mouth closer to the cock and laughed in delight. "Give that big, old prick a lick, you cunt! Suck old Max off, now, bitch, now!"
She moaned as she felt Sam drop his free hand to her pussy once more, and begin to massage her aching mound again. She shuddered as the tingling pleasure rippled through her with increasing power and she pressed her lips to Max's cock, shutting her eyes tightly as she did.
The dog yelped wildly as the woman moved her mouth over its throbbing prong. It was jumping and barking almost insanely, clearly agitated by her lips as they moved up and down along the length of the tool.
Sam now slipped two fingers into his wife's wet, hot tunnel and expertly rolled them along the length of the canal. Lydia groaned with aching delight and snapped the tip of her tongue against the-head of the dog's cock, shivering as Sam probed deeper into her pussy with his thick, strong fingers.
For Lydia-Farrel, nothing truly mattered how, but continuing the pleasure she was receiving. She rode her mouth down to the huge, black balls that dangled between Max's hind legs and quickly sucked them into her mouth.
She could hear her husband laughing in delight as he rolled the throbbing stones from left to right, slapping at them with her tongue. The dog jumped and barked loudly, now, yelping in a high-pitched squeal of pleasure, as the woman continued' to suck and lather its imprisoned rocks.
"Yeah, baby, that's it, suck his balls," Sam chuckled savagely. He rode his fingers in and out of her pussy, frantically now, urging her on with the plunge of his thick, strong digits. "Suck old Max, good, bitch, suck him good!"
Lydia's mind was raging with shame and horror, but she was helpless to resist Sam's demands, now, so powerful and urgent was the need that roared in her loins. His thumb was rubbing briskly at her twitching clit, now, pressing down hard on the trembling nugget, giving her wave upon wave of liquid delight from the action of the hard, caressing knob.
She reached out with her hand and fastened her fingers around Sam's cock, then, squeezing the huge, warm tool to life once more. She felt it expanding rapidly in her grip, even as Max's prick was slapping viciously, now, against her forehead.
Sam groaned in mingled passion as he felt her kneading and squeezing his meat, and watched intently, as she lathered and sucked the dog's balls. He had never considered what a turn-on this might be, and he was well aware that seeing his wife reduced to such a humiliating state was having a powerful effect on his lust.
He felt her riding her hand briskly up and down on his rod, then, twisting and turning it wildly in her grip. The throbbing need roared in his flesh, now, and he felt breathless and weak as his wife continued" to massage his aching tool.
He pulled on her. hair then, yanking her mouth from the dog's balls and forcing it against its cock. "Suck him, bitch, bring him off, now," he snarled, his voice thick and tight with excitement. "Make him come, bitch, make Max come right now!"
Groaning, the .woman sobbed as she felt Sam's fingers jamming deep into her quaking pussy, turning relentlessly against her burning inner walls. She shivered with a harsh spasm of need, and groaned again as she pressed her lips to the animal's cock, now.
Max barked wildly as Lydia opened her mouth and drew his cock inside. The dog jerked in an uncontrollable spasm of primal lust as Lydia quickly slithered his wet, long tool into her throat. She fastened her lips tightly around the shaft, and Sam groaned with excitement as he saw the dog's cock disappearing into her mouth.
She moved her lips and teeth against the animal's flesh, now, pumping the huge prick in and out of her tight, slim tunnel with a frenzied motion. She felt the hard, wet spear quivering against her moist inner walls, and her throat muscles expanded and contracted violently against the invasion of the cruel, perverted weapon.
"That's it, baby, that's it," laughed Sam, now driving his fingers in and out of her pussy in perfect time with her bobbing head. "Suck him good, suck him nice!"
As his digits slithered back and forth along her cunt walls, each stroke giving her more intense pleasure than the last, Lydia rode Max's prick to the very depths of her throat tunnel, sucking on the animal's meat, powerfully.
As the huge prong rode in and out of her mouth, she could feel it expanding to a point of almost twice its normal size. From the way he jerked and bounced on all four legs, she could tell that Max was about to come, and she gagged at the thought of his fluid pouring into her mouth.
But Sam was laughing wildly, now, thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy, holding her head tight to the beast's thrusting tool. "Yeah, he's gonna come, bitch, he's gonna come real good, now!" he laughed, cruelty.
He drove his fingers against her pussy, savagely, now, twisting and turning them against her aching inner flesh, so as not to allow her a moment's rest from the savage passion that was consuming her.
She nearly lost track of the dog's prick in her mouth, because the pleasure was so intense in her pussy, but when the hot gobs of dog come began, to spurt from the end of Max's frenzied tool, she screamed in horror.
Sam held her head tight to the creature's bursting prick, and she could taste the bitterness of the come on her tongue as the growling animal pouretl its beastly lust into her mouth. She gulped frantically, forced to swallow some of the horrible fluid, though .most of it ran out of the corners of her choking mouth.
"Yeah, lick it up, bitch, swallow that come," laughed Sam, holding tightly to the dog's neck as it climaxed in his wife's oral chamber. "Come on, baby, you like come, drink some of it for Max!"
The dog-shuddered and barked a few more times, thrusting back and forth, spasmodically as Lydia continued to drain his cock of his lust. The woman shut her eyes tight and tried to concentrate on her husband's fingers, still thrusting in and out of her hot, aching pussy.
At last he let the animal go and Max leaped onto the floor, barking its delight. Sam laughed wildly and pushed her back down on the bed; covering her body with his own. His fingers rode over her pussy savagely now, and his mouth locked over her breasts, sucking on her tits, hungrily.
"That was good, bitch, real good," he chuckled wildly. He caught one of her nipples between his teeth and bit down on it savagely. "Now you can have my dick, baby, you earned it with that suck job!"
Lydia's aching humiliation and despair quickly faded under the renewed lust and desire she felt at her husband's hands. She felt his cock throbbing between her thighs, rocking back and forth against them, as he rode his fingers cruelly into her steaming cunt, once more.
"Ohh, God, fuck me, now, Sam, fuck me,, now," she sobbed, twisting and turning as he sucked on her breast, hungrily. "Give me your prick, you son of a bitch! You God damn animal, I need your prick right now!"
Sam Farrel was more excited than he had been in a long time. His cock throbbed with a powerful greed and his balls churned with a load of come that made him want to scream. The churning force of his passion was almost overwhelming, now, and he could barely think straight, for the desire he was experiencing.
He slid his tongue in and out of her breast cleft then, snapping it at her nipples, while his fingers rammed cruelly against her cunt walls. He could feel her pussy muscles gripping his plunging spears, greedily, and as he inched his aching, swollen meat up along her inner thighs, he groaned with anticipation of fucking her as violently as he possibly could.
He heard her gasps of pain and passion, felt the slippery sweat that coated her body, and knew that she was more turned-on than she had been in months. "You want my cock, baby, do you want it?" he sneered, poking at her quivering, hot pussy lips with the throbbing head of his took
"Ohh, Jesus, God damn you, yes," she sobbed, trying desperately to thrust her pussy up against the quaking weapon. "Come on, come on, fuck me, now! Fuck me like the animal you are, you bastard!"
Sam roared with pleasure and thrust his cock savagely against his wife's steaming pit. The huge, thick head of his shaft burst through her cunt petals and drove deep into her quaking "chamber. She screamed with delight, rocking from left to right as he penetrated her aching channel, feeling the awesome pleasure of his massive prong filling her cunt completely.
"I'm gonna fuck you like the pig you are, bitch," Sam snarled then, slamming his cock completely. into her, then. "Hard and fast, cunt, just like a horse!"
"Jesus, that's so good, ohhh, yeah, fuck me, good," she moaned, rocking from left to right as he began, to thrust in and out of her savagely. "You're a horse all right, Sam, a fucking stallion!"
Sam Farrel wasted no time, now. He pumped his tool in and out of Lydia's pussy just as ruthlessly and brutally as he possibly could.. He rammed back and forth in a vicious manner, grinding his belly violently against hers as he buried his meat to the hilt in her gripping passage.
Again and again he drove into her, each stroke he took more violent and cruel than the last. He rocked her body upward, throwing her legs over his shoulders and slammed his cock into her cunt like a wild man, then.
Lydia screamed with delight as she felt him thundering back and forth inside of her.
She sobbed and moaned, rocking up and down with his plunging meat, kneading and squeezing the driving weapon with her cunt muscles. As the cock tore into her cunt relentlessly, she felt the shimmering pleasure erupting in her loins, spreading through her pussy uncontrollably, then.
Her inner walls throbbed and quaked around his savage prong, drawing tighter and tighter as her greedy moment of release came to a vicious head. She sobbed so breathlessly she could barely speak then, moaning in a taut, tortured voice.
"Ohh, you son of a bitch, you fucking bastard, I'm going to come," she groaned. Her cunt was shuddering spasmodically around his cock and his furious pace increased. "I'm going to come you animal, you fucking beast! Going to come so good!"
He laughed wildly, ramming into her harder and faster, then, as the climax burst in the depths of her pussy, and her love juice swirled hotly around his plunging shaft. He drove deep into her pussy, thrilled by her cunt muscles flexing around his meat, and the creamy pleasure he felt rippling through her fluttering . loins.
His own savage passion grew stronger with his wife's orgasm, and Sam drove into her even more violently, now. He bucked and shuddered, rocking his cock in and out of her pussy, viciously, as his balls thundered in their sack, and his prick was almost painfully bursting at this point.
The sudden explosion in his groin made him squeal with delight and he rammed into her like a frenzied machine as the hot come spurted from his tool. The wads of thick, creamy fluid shot from the head of his shaft and splashed against her cunt walls, violently, searing her flesh with his angry seed.
"Fucking pig, I'm coming in you, now," he laughed wildly, twisting and turning his bursting prong in the depths of her tight, hot pit. "Coming in you, hog. coming in your fucking cunt right now!"
He shuddered violently, then, feeling the last of his wild desire and greed leaving him as the come poured out of his aching tool. He crushed her body beneath his, jerking with the lingering tremors of his passion, then at last rolled off of her, groaning with the remains of his lust still tingling in his loins.
Lydia Farrel lay on the bed, stunned by all that had just taken place. She glared at her husband coldly and snarled in a weak, broken voice. "You God damn son of a bitch," she whispered as if in pain. "You rotten bastard!"
Sam Farrel moaned and sat up on the bed. He sneered at his trembling wife, his lip curled up in contempt. "You loved it, pig," he chuckled savagely. "I could tell you loved it! Maybe next time, you can suck me off and fuck Max instead!"
Lydia burst into soundless crying then, her harsh, gasping sobs following Sam as he got up off the bed and left the room in search of more whiskey. He made his way down into the small club room and took a bottle down from the bar. He drank straight from the bottle, gasping as the harsh liquor cut through 'the rawness of his throat.
He sat down on one of the stools in front of the' bar, and considered, with a grim smile, what had just happened. He reckoned he had showed that bitch not to use her mouth on him like that again.
Hell, making her suck off the dog was better than giving her a beating, he thought, brightly. He took another slug from the bottle and shuddered as the whiskey cut its way down into his throat.
He thought about what he had just done and smiled in delight. Making her fuck him only after she had sucked off the dog was a good way to put her in her place, he felt. It was a nice way to bring a bitch like Lydia down to size.
His mind wandered then, as he stared out the window toward the cabins by the pond. He thought of Suzanne Kennerly, then, and grimaced.
There was a bitch that sure needed taking down a rung or two, he thought, grimly. That cunt could use a lesson or two in manners and respect, he thought. He could almost picture her body, then, lithe and moist with the flesh of youth. He could see those pert little tits; the nipples poking out against her bikini top, her saucy little bottom straining against the tight trunks.
His cock almost hardened again and he moaned in frustration. He thought, if he ever had the chance, he'd show her what it was all about. He'd fuck her just the way she deserved it, hard and mean, like a fucking animal.
He smiled at that, lingering on the picture of her bent over, his cock slamming in and out of her savagely. Why not, he thought, suddenly. In fact, why not a real animal.
He laughed, trying to picture the haughty, stuck-up. bitch being fucked by Max, or maybe even one of the horses on the ranch. That would do it, that would certainly make that cunt toe the line.
In that moment, he became determined to triumph over Suzanne Kennerly that summer. He took another pull on the bottle in his hand. and vowed to himself, .that he would tame the bitch before the summer was out, or know the reason why. He could feel the obsession taking hold of him, and he didn't give a damn. If it was the last thing he ever did, he'd have Suzanne Kennerly at his feet, before August was through.