Chapter 2
Larry Mapes was excited by the danger. That was the reason he was in the business-that and, of course, the monetary rewards. There was something, though, exceptionally exciting about the constant possibility that the police or other law enforcement officers might come popping out of the woodwork at any moment, guns aimed in his direction.
Just look at the condition Larry was in now. He was breathing hard and heavy. He was sweating. Part of that, of course, could be blamed on the lifting he was doing, transferring the bales of marijuana from the truck to the shed. Later, there would be even more lifting when they moved the bales from the shed to the airplane.
However, the physical exertion wasn't responsible for the hard cock in Larry's pants. And, Jesus, but his cock was hard. Rock-hard. Stiff. Solid. A huge bulging ridge that took root at his crotch and extended for a good nine inches down along his left thigh.
"You've got a hard-on, honey," Marsha Rening said, flashing Larry a wide smile that dimpled her left cheek. With her right hand, she wiped a stray strand of her red hair out of her eyes. "This is all a big turn-on for you, isn't it?"
"And, you're only in it for the money, I suppose?" Larry asked, sitting down on one of the sweet-smelling bales. The last trip to the truck, he had noticed that there were only a couple bales left. George and Cary were out there now, taking care of the last.
"The money, yeah!" Marsha said. "I could find a hell of a lot safer occupations than dope running to get me sexually excited."
George Wilcox appeared suddenly through the shed door, dropping his bale with the others stacked in the small area.
"Cary's coming in with the last," George called. "So far, so good."
George disappeared back outside again; and, Larry turned his attention back to Marsha.
"You're not turned on at all right now, I suppose, huh?" Larry asked, daring Marsha to tell him she wasn't. He had known Marsha almost a year now; and, Marsha was one of the humpiest broads he had ever run across.
"Sure, I'm turned on," Marsha admitted. "But, on the other hand, I'm always ready for a screw. We could be happily married, sitting at home after a boring day of needlepoint; and, I'd be ready for a tumble in the hay."
"This is the last of the lot," Cary Janner said, bringing in the last of the bales. He dropped his armful and gave a relieved sigh. "Guess George and I will be getting our ass out of here now until later this week. Huh?"
"The plane is due in just after dark on Friday," Larry reminded.
"See you then," Cary said, giving a wave.
Cary exited the shed to join George who was already back in the cab of the truck. Larry followed as far as the door, barricading it from the inside. He then turned back to Marsha, smiling when he realized the woman was in the process of dropping her pants.
"Now that we're alone, I figured you might want to relieve some of that pressure building up at your groin," Marsha said. She'd been wearing a pair of faded jeans which she had peeled down around a pair of pale white hips. Her red-haired pussy was a fiery triangle couched between her thighs.
"I like a girl who doesn't mince words," Larry said, dropping his right hand to his crotch, his fingers deftly finding his zipper tag and drawing it downward. The zipper jaws yawned open, revealing the white of Larry's cock-bulged underpants.
"I thought it might be better this way than having you wake me in the middle of the night when I was too groggy to really enjoy it."
"What makes you think I wouldn't just whip out my cock and jack it off, without even bothering you?" Larry asked, his right hand inside of his pants and underpants, his fingers wrapping the thick blue-veined neck of his penis.
"What man ever chose his own hand over a woman's tight pussy?" Marsha asked, letting Larry know that he wasn't fooling anybody. She turned her bare ass in Larry's direction and revolved it sensuously. She bent forward, her hands leaning against a stack of the marijuana bales. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw Larry's probing fingers succeed in bringing his blood-bloated penis out into the open.
"You should have been born a horse with a cock like that," Marsha said appreciatively, feeling the inside of her cunt going all juicy in preparation for the entrance of Larry's phallic monster into it.
"I think not," Larry said, his fisted right hand milking his rigid prick for its inner oils, his thumb heel massaging some of his juices to a veneering atop his cock head. "After all, horses only get to fuck other horses, don't they? Where I get to fuck you."
If this had been the first time Marsha had seen Larry's cock unveiled, she might have wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew. But, she'd had dealings with Larry at least twice over the last year; and, on each of those separate occasions, she'd had her cunt plugged (more than once), by Larry's hard cock. So, Marsha now knew that she could take all that Larry had to offer in the prick department. Marsha was actually more than looking forward to a rematch with Larry's prick. There were few cocks Marsha had ever run into during her extensive sexual career which could compare to Larry's cock in size and in fucking ability.
Larry pulled his swollen cock down from his belly, walking it right up to Marsha's creamy ass. He moved his prick tip downward through the crease of Marsha's buttocks. His leaking cock mouth left a trailing of clear juices on Marsha's pale skin.
Marsha felt the pulpy cock head when it nuzzled her pussy from the rear. Her hands closed in tight against the edge of the marijuana bale, preparing for the jolt she knew would accompany the initial shoving of Larry's cock into the depths of her pussy.
Larry's cock on Marsha's pussy, Larry milked his penis for more oils, using those new juices to further slick Marsha's pussy entrance.
Larry then began pressing his cock home, pushing his hips forward into Marsha's cunt. Marsha's pussy began to yawn open, her cunt lips slipping up and around Larry's pulpy cock corona.
"Easy, baby, easy," Marsha breathed, feeling the pain of her cuntal stretching, feeling the pleasure of Larry's entering meatiness.
But, Larry responded by giving a forward thrusting of his hips which drove not only his cock head but a good three inches of his hard cock neck into Marsha's sexual pit.
"Ugh!" Marsha grunted helplessly. If she hadn't known otherwise-from past experience-she might have thought her cunt was in the process of splitting along its seams. Larry's fat cock neck had Marsha's pussy jaws yawned just about as far as they could go.
While Marsha's cunt was still trembling its attempts at adjustment, Larry gave another heave that brutally buried the rest of his cock up Marsha's cunt.
"Ohhhhhh ... sweeeeeeet ... Jessssssssus!" Marsha grunted. Her body went momentarily taut with Larry's attack, the woman squealing like a stuck pig. Still, she had been through all of this before. She had enjoyed it then, and she enjoyed it now. Larry's cock felt good buried up Marsha's cunt. Larry's lower body felt great nestled against the buns of Marsha's naked ass. Larry's balls felt sensuously exciting as they rubbed against Marsha's pussy hair.
"Feels good ... feels good ... feels good," Larry chanted. His voice was heavy with the passion spawned by the spasming convulsions of Marsha's violated cunt membranes against the length of Larry's prick.
God, but there was nothing ... NOTHING ... like warm-wet pussy wrapped around penis!
Marsha held to the marijuana bale, feeling Larry finally beginning to withdraw his cock. Marsha's cunt was holding so securely to Larry's penis that Larry's withdrawing hips were pulling Marsha's lower body right along with them. The suction was so intense, as a matter-of-fact, that it was only with exceeding reluctance that Larry's prick could slip free at all from Marsha's clinging cunt.
Larry, though, wasn't concerned with pulling his sexual sword completely free of Marsha's sexual scabbard. He drew his cock out just to his cock head and then proceeded to plug it all back into his cum-bulged balls.
Larry was being rough; but, Marsha liked it that way.
Larry's cock juices mingled with Marsha's pussy liquids. The profusion of natural lubricating oils made Larry's cock strokes become easier and easier as the man moved into his fucking cadence. Granted, it might have been a less painful screw for Marsha if Larry had proceeded with a bit more finesse; but, neither Larry nor Marsha cared. A hearty fuck was what they both preferred and enjoyed.
Larry's hands went to Marsha's hipbones, holding the woman's body solid while Larry's hips continued to pound ... pound ... pound.
"Yes ... yes ... yes," Marsha moaned, rolling her buttocks in such a manner that Larry's fucking penis could stir in her pussy like a pestle stirred in its mortar.
Marsha's body was wracked with hurt and with pleasure. Her hurt, however, was actually only a supplement to the pleasure Larry was feeding Marsha at that moment.
Larry moved his humping into an even higher gear, skewering himself deeply into Marsha's pussy on each forward stroke. Larry's lower belly was banging loudly against Marsha's sweaty ass cheeks.
Larry's cock slipped out again. In it went again. His balls churned inside of the man's contracting scrotum. Larry's muscled belly went taut.
"I'm going to screw your cunt good," Larry proclaimed. "I'm going to fuck your pussy raw and then feed it gallons ... and gallons ... and gallons ... of rich-warm male sex cream!"
Larry's voice was alive with grunts and groans, his words coming out only partially decipherable.
Larry pumped, his fingers grabbing a bruising hold on Marsha's hips. Larry's pants crotch was growing sopped with the sweat leaking from the pores of Marsha's ass and from the juices sucked from Marsha's cunt on each of the cock outstrokes.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me!" Marsha encouraged. There was nothing that could get her so excited as massive cock at work up her clinging pussy. "Fuck me fast. Fuck me hard. Fuck me long."
Larry was quite prepared to fuck fast and fuck hard. Fucking long, though, was another thing altogether. Because, Larry was already having trouble holding back his swirling passions. He bit his lip in the hope that the resulting pain would partially counteract the sensuous swells surging inside of him.
Larry pulled back on Marsha's lower body as his pelvis once again bucked forward. Larry then pulled his cock out to its bulbous head, feeling Marsha's hugging cunt muscles gumming the circumcision scar that turtle-necked Larry's heart-shaped cock corona. Larry's hips bucked again, burying all of his prick up Marsha's responding body.
"I'm ... about ... there ... baby!" Larry proclaimed, moving into the last phases of humping before his ejaculation arrived on the scene.
Larry's body had no sooner stiffened, his hips continuing to pound, than Marsha's body went rigid beneath him.
"Oh ... stud ... fill me ... Fill Me ... FILL ME!" Marsha squealed.
And in a shed smelling sweetly of marijuana, Larry placed his cock one final time up Marsha's cunt and left it there.
"OH, GODDAMN ... I'M CUMMMING!" Larry grunted.
Wad after wad of Larry's ejaculating seminal slugs ejected from Larry's insanely pulsing cock and blasted in soupy curtains into the moist depths of Marsha's cunt. The first gobs of semen were far-reaching ones, the last becoming mere oozings that drooled out over the lips of Larry's pulsing cock mouth.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Marsha groaned, her hips bucking like a mare turned loose in the bareback competition at some professional rodeo. ^ "Ahg!" Larry voiced animalistically, thinking that Marsha's sudden gyrations were somehow succeeding to torque his massive meatiness off at its knotted base.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... I'm shooting, stud!" Marsha squealed. "I'm ... fucking ... fucking ... shooting ... Shooting ... SHOOTING! AAAAAAGGGREEEE ... EEIIIIIIII!"