Chapter 9
Unwilling to wait even a day longer after her years of hiding behind a scarf, Mary Lee packed her bag after breakfast. When the stock truck hit the road a little later, it was with four people inside-Lay H. and Jed in the cab and Billie Lee and Mary Lee riding in the sleeping compartment just behind.
"You know, sister," Mary Lee whispered not long after they had started down the road, "I won't be able to do anything for a long time, weeks and weeks, I reckon, and it's a shame to let this riding time go to waste. Why don't you slip up front with Jed so Lay H. can come back to me for awhile?"
"Honey, ain't you tired after last night?" Billie Lee asked anxiously, remembering how little sleep any of them had gotten.
"A little sore down around my cunt, but you won't catch me complaining about that none," came the frank reply.
"I guess you're right, sweetie." Her sister smiled tenderly at her, patted her ass quickly and slipped down into the cab.
"Swap places with you Lay H.," she said, bouncing down between him and Jed.
"I was wondering how long you would let me stay out here with this horny fucker." Jed grinned over at his girl.
"I'd expect you both to be horny, young as you are, and what's more, Mary Lee feels the same way, and I expect I will too, after all, it's a long way to the city."
"You heard the lady, Lay H., get your ass back up there, man. It is a long way to the city!" Jed urged as his cock began to ooze a thick, slow-moving stream of peter lube down his leg.
"Lay H., don't you want me no more?" came the cry from the compartment.
"Honey, you know better than that!" the giant's voice boomed out. "You take off your clothes before I climb back. Two of us stripping in that little space would be some sight, sure 'nough, but we'd never get done."
They laughed at that, stopping only when one tender little hand reached through the compartment curtains holding out a pair of fresh silk panties. Lay H. took them in his big, calloused palm and without any hesitation, held them up to his nose. The faint scene of lilacs wafted through the cab at the same time as it wafted up his nose. It was a scent familiar to Jed and Billie Lee. It was the lilac douche that Billie Lee used on herself and had loaned to Mary Lee that morning when they were bathing and dressing for this trip.
"Honey, that's the sweetest scent in the whole world," Lay H. called back, "I just gotta go right straight to where it's coming from!"
"Just a minute, baby," Mary Lee replied before handing out her brassiere with the same dainty gesture she had handed out the panties with.
It was a blue lace, half-cup brassiere and Lay H. rubbed his fingers around the warm inside before pushing it back through the curtains. "Put it back on, honey. I want to take it off myself. No sense in you not saving something for me."
"I'm saving plenty for you, Lay H.," came the throaty promise.
"And I'm a'coming back there to get it right now," he grunted. Turning in the seat, he rose to a kneeling position and pushed his head and shoulders through the curtains.
The light in the compartment behind the high front seat was dim. Lay H. blinked his eyes for a few seconds before they adjusted and he saw the naked figure of Mary Lee stretched out against the far side. All she was wearing was the blue gauze scarf and the blue, half-cup brassiere. Her blonde hair tumbled down across one eye. She moved one hand to push it away, uncovering the fat mound of her cunt. As her hair tumbled into place, she again dropped her hand between her legs and lay there, her big eyes staring into Lay H.'s as if he were a stranger come to rape her.
"Oh Lord, Miss Mary Lee, oh Lord, honey!" Lay H. whispered as his cock did a jerk in his trousers that almost bent it double.
"What's the matter, Lay H?" she asked softly, her voice coming through the veil like it was far away.
His eyes were already roaming over her, like a man in the desert who sees a mirage of an oasis and scans anxiously, hoping not to see the waving lines at the edges, hoping it will prove to be real. It looked real enough. The golden glow of Mary Lee's suntan was accented by the softer golden shade of her ass and cunt. Her long smooth legs were stretched out comfortably, one crossed over the other, her hand draped at the mound that lay between them. The roll of her breasts was accented by the blue lace binding of her brassiere. The heavy mounds of flesh heaved with each breath she took, threatening to burst through their fragile bonds.
"Come on in, honey," came the pleading whisper from behind Mary Lee's veil.
Lay H. pulled himself over the back of the truck seat, between the curtains and into the dim vault behind. His big booted feet barely missed Billie Lee's head as he clammered back like a paratrooper going across an obstacle course. Before she could move, Mary Lee was caught in a steel-like vise of arms. So carried away was he that Lay H. forgot about her injunction against kissing and only by turning her head to one side quickly did Mary Lee avoid his advancing mouth.
"Now, honey!" she warned as she felt him trying to turn her head to meet his own.
"Goddamnit!" came the flustered whisper as the giant loosened his arms.
"Baby, I'm sorry. You'll just have to take what I can give you and wait for the rest!" Mary Lee said almost in tears as she cuddled against his heaving chest.
"Now, now, sugar, don't you fret none. What you got to give me is more than enough for now," Lay H. soothed her. "Just remember one thing, though, when you get this operation thing done with, the first night, you gonna come to our bed just like you are now, veil and all, and then you gonna let me take it off you, when I want to. That veil damn sure does something to your eyes."
The admiration in his voice told Mary Lee he wasn't teasing her. Cuddling next to him, she began to unbutton his shirt whispering in his ear as she did so, "I promise you that, honey, and anything else you want."
Lay H. pulled away from her for just long enough to shuck his boots off and then lay back, hands above his head, to let Mary Lee do the rest of his undressing. She went about it slowly, taking her time with his buttons, slowly pulling his shirt out of his pants, exposing the massive chest and concave stomach. His heart could be seen thudding against his ribs and the salty savor of sweat competed with the lilac scent of her cunt for control of the air around them.
His cock lay throbbing down his left leg, encased in the cloth like an iron rod in a mold. Mary Lee couldn't stop herself from caressing it, again and again, letting her hand pause on it long enough to feel the pulsing she caused to run its length. Her cunt slowly turned into a mound of marrow-filled hotness. The lube oils of her pussy ran together, flowing wells in the heat inside her.
The odor of lilacs was overpowering now as her cuntlips slipped apart with her movements, letting the juicy passage behind give out its perfumed sweetness.
Keeping her eyes on his, Mary Lee tugged at his belt until the metal tongue slipped free and it lay coiled loosely around him, useless.
As her fingers began to work with the metal buttons holding the denim together, Lay H. sucked in his breath to give her more room to work in. Soon she had them all undone and his fly open.
"Lift up a little, sugar," she whispered as she began tugging the pants down.
Lay H. obligingly heaved his ass off the bed and kept it suspended in mid-air until his pants had reached his upper thighs. Then he slowly let down, feeling the smoothness of the sheets rubbing against his bare flesh.
"Don't you have no underpants?" Mary Lee asked as his hairy groin came into view. Then she was quiet, as the thick, bent base of his cock appeared like a giant pipe-line suddenly bending out of the earth. As she pulled his pants the rest of the way down his legs, his cock sprang into view and flipped up so its head was pointed towards the ceiling.
"I always rip 'em up," Lay H. told her truthfully.
"Well, I guess I don't have to ask why," she replied admiringly, her eyes still caught on the massive peter that swung suspended between her body and his.
"Finish taking off them pants, baby." Lay H.'s hoarse command was enough to send a tremor through Mary Lee. The sound of rough cloth sliding over his hairy legs sent goose bumps marching over her body until she shook her shoulders and tits involuntarily.
When she had his pants down to his ankles, her back was to Lay H.'s face. The brassiere strap cut into her buttery flesh, spoiling the unbroken curve of nudeness that stretched from her feet to her neck. As his pants were tugged off, Lay H. sat up and, with a quick motion of his fingers, undid the blue brassiere, letting it fall forward. She finished taking the brassiere off so that her glorious mounds of soft, suckable tit rolled in front of his eyes.
"You know, I reckon they are bigger than Miss Billie's," Lay H. drawled. He reached out to rub one ripe berry-like end between his thumb and forefinger.
"Well, you cock is bigger than Jed's," Mary whispered. She grasped his thickness tenderly. "It don't make a lot of difference, does it?"
"Nope, I reckon not. Anything over a mouthful is a waste, they say."
"Can I have a mouthful, honey?" Mary asked, sliding down towards his cock before he could reply.
Again Lay H. felt that rough, cat-like tongue licking over the sensitive glans of his cock, invading the slit in the top, licking off his pre-fuck lube and replacing it with the thinner oils of Mary Lee's mouth.
"Do it, baby, suck that peter!" he moaned. He felt the rough tongue slip around his cockhead like a snake coiling around a tree. Then it straightened out and her tongue slid straight down his thick length, laving up the underside of his cock, leaving a trail of warm wetness all the way down to his balls.
Mary Lee had never sucked on a man's cock before, but she decided she liked doing it. The warm salty taste reminded her of fresh parched peanuts and the continuous throbbing of cock flesh seemed to be kissing back at her mouth the way she wanted to be kissed. When she got to Lay H.'s balls, she hesitated for only a minute and then sucked one very slowly and very gently into her mouth. Once she had it inside, her tongue cushioned it and bathed it until it was as pink and scrubbed as a new born baby. Then it was gently pushed out into the world, and the other one was taken in.
Lay H. groaned softly as his cock and balls were worked over. He loved having that done to him, and now he wanted to do it back. Snuggling down close to Mary Lee, he reached one hand behind her ass, pulled her willing body over close to his mouth and began to lick around her lower belly.
Her pussy split open. She pushed her legs apart and lay waiting as the hard tongue pushed closer and closer. As Lay H. buried his head between her legs and went down on her furry pussy with his mouth open, Mary Lee closed her legs gently around his head, rubbing his ears.
Working his way down on her box, like a hungry boy on a hot pastry, Lay H. took the whole furry thing into his mouth. As he chewed on the mossy mound, it split and his tongue slipped in between the lips. As the tongue flicked inside he felt the pressure of Mary Lee's legs increase until he was being forced down, deeper and deeper. When his tongue made contact with a stiff, protruding segment of flesh hidden in the cunt mounds, the pressure on his head increased until he doubted that he could take his mouth away. Not that he wanted to. The hot, begging pussy trapped in his mouth made his cock squirm with come. The frantic tonguing and mouthing that Mary Lee was doing, teased him into an unbearable hardness as the threat of orgasm waxed and waned.
"Lay H., oh please, honey, baby, please, do it, do it to me, honey, oh honey, do it!"
He heard Mary's voice from far away, and realized that she was very near to climax herself. Shoving his tongue deeper in, fighting with the rigid joint inside Mary's cunt, Lay H. concentrated on finishing off what he had started. At the same time he felt the pressure inside his cock building up to the point of no return.
"Ummmmmmm! Ummmmm! Ummm!" he grunted and moaned as he felt the burning fire of come start at the root of his cock and begin to eat its way into his shaft. Mary Lee's legs were clutched against his head so hard it was difficult for him to breathe. Somehow he managed to suck in enough lilac-scented air through her mossy cunt to keep going. His tongue was like a living thing flicking inside her cunt, dribbling out juice as he ran into pools of her own oils. His face was coated with 'sweat cunt oil, spit; all of it mixing to billow an aroma inside his head that was like breathing pure alcohol. He was drunk on it, hot on it, sucking on it, licking and tonguing and hunching on it.
Mary Lee felt his cock rev up into the final stage of orgasm-stiffness before the pulsing ran down its entire length and the milky white hot cream began to spurt into her greedily sucking mouth. The taste of it on her tongue was new and exciting, triggering her to harder sucking and swallowing. She ate him, loving every ounce of his beautiful hot come and then felt her own climax hit like a tidal wave. Hunching down harder on his head, she rammed his tongue deep within her and then cut loose. The clit he had wrapped in his tongue throbbed and tightened as she lost control. Her cunt lips moved convulsively, and he knew she was jerking and moaning outside the warm cage of her legs.
They both slowed a little; her legs parted as she fell into a half-conscious state and Lay H. wearily crawled out. His dick was still wet and covered with what come she hadn't swallowed. As he reversed and came down on her naked body it revved into hardness again. Her cunt lay exposed, open and still hot. He came down with the full-length and shoved his pole quickly inside her welcoming cunt channel.
"Ohhhh, honey, ohhhhh, now, now, do it, now, do it now!" Mary Lee began to moan as her clit was rubbed by the hardness descending into her again. Too tired to wrap her legs around him, she lay there, feebly hunching up at the thudding pressure of cock ramming down into her.
Lay H. never had felt so hot. His mouth still tasted of cunt, and the smell of her raced through his blood urging him on to harder and quicker fucking. His cock had swollen to a red, hard demanding thickness he had never seen before. Fascinated, he watched it pull and shove in and out of the clutching pussy lips caught beneath him.
"Now! Now! Now!" He heard himself shouting as his come again spilled from his balls and sluiced down into her waiting cunt. Then he fell full length, his body wrapping around hers, his arms pulling her hard into him while his dick quivered and shook with orgasm after orgasm.
Finally he was through; too exhausted to do more. Mary Lee moaned under him, her cunt still hot, her clit still hard, and her pussy ready for dick or tongue or anything just so long as it went deep into her. Lay H. knew he couldn't make it again, not right then when she needed it.
"Jed!" he called out into the front of the speeding truck.
"Hey, buddy?" came the answering call. "Need a little help, need it right now!" the giant panted.
He felt the truck slow down, then shortly after it jounced off the road onto a dirt lane that took it away from the highway. While he waited, he kept his softening cock moving slowly inside Mary Lee, keeping her hot, keeping the itch of her clit burning through her.
Jed's face peered through the curtains, took in the scene quickly, and began to rip off his clothes.
"Mary Lee that much of a woman?" Billie Lee drawled.
"Right now she is. Reckon she's getting in her last licks before going into the hospital. Nothing to get worried about. You don't mind me looking after her, do you, honey?"
"Reckon not, the way the poor girl is suffering." Billie Lee shrugged and added: 'I'll get my time while she's having her operation. I guess I'll have to look after both you and Lay H. if there's going to be any peace between us all."
"You a real honey, that's what!" Jed replied, kissing her quickly on the lips before shoving his naked ass between the curtains into the compartment.
As soon as he was completely in, lying prone beside the writhing two, Jed patted his buddy on the back.
"All right there, stud, slide off and I'll take care of this for you. We can settle up later, like tomorrow night when Billie Lee is having the same trouble." he said the words with a wink.
Lay H. winked back, too tired to even say 'thank you,' and rolled his body off the furiously hunching Mary Lee.
Although she knew what was happening, Mary Lee tried to hold onto Lay H.'s departing form. He gently pulled her arms away from his body, pinned her down to the mattress, and kept her in position until Jed had mounted her.
The sensation of fresh, hard, unfucked cock sliding into her demanding pussy almost made her pass out. Fastening her arms around Jed, Mary Lee hunched upward. Her need was emphasized by the moans that ripped through the blue veil she wore over her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, please, please! Fuck, dick, peter, peter, peter!" she begged over and over again.
"Take it, honey!" Jed panted in her ear. "Take that hard dick. Slide it in you, fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
His hips rose in a high arch off her body before slamming down again and again, his ass jacking into her with a fierceness that almost knocked the breath out of her.
"Yes, yes, yeah, yes! More, more, more, now, now, now!" The overworked girl screamed as she felt her pussy walls collapse and the fires of orgasm explode through her. The shudders started in her cunt and worked their way outwards, until her body was a twisting, vibrating mass of ass and pussy and tits.
Jed never had anything so hot under him before. Her pussy was so hot it felt like his dick was being scalded. The heat started cooking his come and then he felt it boil over, bubble down his cock, and explode in her like a pressure cooker. They finished coming together and then Mary passed out. Jed rolled off her and lay against Lay H., panting hard to get his breath back. He felt a heavy arm wrap around his and relaxed back against the sweaty body of his buddy.
"Didn't I tell you it was gonna be fine, us and them and everything?" he panted.
"I never had so much in my life. It's gotta work cause I don't aim to go without ever again," Lay H. promised, rubbing the sweat from his chest.
"It's gonna work fine. I reckon my say so makes it final." Billie Lee stuck her head back through the curtains. Kissing her sleeping sister on one breast, she tenderly pulled a sheet over her and then retreated to the front seat again. One by one, Lay H. and Jed dropped out to get dressed. Pretty soon they were headed down the highway once again.
"All we got to worry about now is that operation!" Jed said, thinking out loud.
"Yeah. You sure that doctor can do the trick, Billie Lee?" Lay H. asked.
"I reckon if anybody can do the trick, he can. And I reckon hell be more than glad to do it on Mary Lee," she replied, smiling half to herself.