Chapter 1
Cinnamon was on a date, and Kathleen felt fidgety. She washed her Bronco and vacuumed the inside. She had a cold lobster salad, French bread and a couple glasses of white wine for dinner. She put her dishes in the dishwasher and stood at the kitchen window, staring into space.
She didn't want to use her vibrator, and without Cinnamon's tongue, that was her only option if she stayed home. She took a quick shower, dabbed some perfume in the strategic places, and slipped into a dress. She preferred jeans, shirts and boots, but they weren't appropriate for what she had in mind.
She wore nothing under it but her voluptuous body. If things went the way she wanted them to, she didn't want to fight getting out of panties and bra. High-heeled sandals completed what she thought of as her fucking outfit.
She had to control the pressure of her foot on the accelerator as she drove to the roadhouse. It was a gathering place for everyone within an hour's driving time, and there were always unattached men to help her take care of the itch in her hot little pussy. Some of the men were genuinely single, and some of them were simply taking a night off from married life. She didn't care one way or the other. If wives couldn't keep their men home, that was their problem.
When she came in, she saw Carole Baker, the wife of her new neighbor, parked at the end of the bar. Joe, who ran the gas station down at the crossroads, had pointed her out. She didn't ask Joe how he knew. He knew everything, from who screwed whose wife on Saturday night to who farted in church Sunday morning.
A man was sitting with Carole, feeling her up. Kathleen knew him. She'd had him a couple of times, and he wasn't bad. If he hadn't been with the new girl in town, she would have made a play for him.
She sat at a table, and immediately had to fend off advances from men who didn't interest her. The Carter brothers came in, and she gave them a discreet smile. By themselves, they could be fun. Together, they were more like a mediocre comedy team.
She could separate them without too much trouble. A single man often had trouble splitting a pair of women or getting them both into bed with him at the same time. A single woman, however, wasn't usually faced with that problem. As soon as the men got a whiff of hot pussy, all the woman had to do was indicate which one she wanted. Unless, of course, she was willing to take on both of them.
Kathleen didn't know about doubling up tonight. That decision could wait for a while. After she'd had a few more drinks and a good fuck, she would think about that. The Carter boys headed straight for her table.
"Well, looks who's here," she said cheerfully, "Scooter and his shadow, Eddie."
"I'm his brother, not his shadow," Eddie said.
"You're both," Kathleen said. "Wherever he goes, you go. I'll bet you do everything together."
"Hello, Kathy," Scooter said. "I haven't seen you in weeks. Where have you been keeping yourself?"
"You know I don't like to be called Kathy, Scooter. I've been working. I didn't inherit a million acres and a bundle of money, and show horses don't raise themselves."
"Luck of the draw, Kathy," Scooter replied. "We inherited a thousand acres, not a million."
"Not much difference," Kathleen said.
Scooter looked at his brother. "Eddie, why don't you go to the bar and get a drink? Stay there until I call you. I want to talk to Kathy."
Kathleen wasn't sure which one of them she wanted. "Stay, Eddie," she said. "I can't imagine anything your brother has to say that you can't hear." She noted Scooter's scowl and smiled faintly. "Besides, maybe I feel devilish tonight."
Kathleen saw Carole leave with the man who was feeling her up as Eddie pulled out a chair and sat down. Scooter went to the jukebox, fed in some coins, and made his selections. Soft, rub-against-me-while-we-dance music filled the room. He came back to the table and held out his hand.
"Would you like to dance with me?"
Kathleen took his hand and stood. As they reached the dance floor, the bartender dimmed the lights to a dull glow. Kathleen settled into Scooter's arms and picked up the step. She deliberately danced with her crotch pushed against his to let him know that she was interested in more than walking around a small floor in time to some music.
"You should have let me get rid of Eddie so we could be alone," Scooter said. "We could go to that nice little motel down the road."
"You're both handsome, clean-cut guys, Scooter. A girl could do a hell of a lot worse, but I'm not going to a motel with either one of you."
Scooter wasn't sure how she meant the remark. If she wouldn't go to a motel with him, did she mean she would take him home with her? He wasn't going to give up easily. He'd never had her, but he knew she was as good a lay as any woman in the county. Probably better than most, if he included his wife. "You feel wonderful," he murmured in her ear.
Kathleen pressed closer, letting him feel her heavy, firm unrestricted breasts. "I can tell," she said, chuckling deep in her throat. "If I felt any better, you wouldn't be able to walk back to the table without attracting attention."
"You're dealing the cards," Scooter said. "I can still get rid of my brother."
Kathleen didn't reply. She didn't know yet how she wanted to play the game. The bulge in Scooter's pants was pressing into her mound, making thought of anything else difficult. She snuggled up to him and put both hands behind his neck.
His hands fell to her buttocks. He cupped them, one hand on each, and pulled her crotch tighter, accentuating his hip movements to rub his cock harder against her. He bunched her dress up, baring her ass. He rubbed her naked cheeks, and she inhaled sharply. He paused, waiting to see if she was going to object to the liberties he was taking.
When she made no move to resist, he rubbed his hands all over her bare bottom. They stood still as the records changed. When the music started again, he slipped one finger between her buttocks and pressed the tip lightly against her puckered ass-hole.
She leaned back and looked into his eyes. "My Bronco is in the parking lot."
He led her out the back door, directly into the parking lot. She held his hand tightly and hurried to her truck. She climbed into the back seat, lifted her dress around her waist and sat down. He knelt on the floorboard in front of her. She put one foot over the back of the front seat and reached for his head.
"Lick me," she said quietly.
He stuck out his tongue and lowered his head. The tip of his tongue delved into her juicy slit and found her fat clit.
"Ummmmm," he muttered, then began lashing her erect love bud.
Much sooner than he expected, her body jerked hard. She pressed the back of his head to keep his mouth in place and silently rode out the sudden climax. He lifted his head and looked at her, puzzled.
"I've never had any complaints about the way I give head, but I didn't think I was that good."
"I just needed to cum very badly. Now shut up and fuck me."
Eager to oblige, surprised that it had been so easy to get this luscious woman into this position, he hurriedly opened his pants and pushed them down. He knelt between her splayed legs, positioned the head of his cock at the bottom of her gash and pushed it in. He sank into her in a rush, their pubic hair meshing almost instantly.
She couldn't fuck with him in her awkward position. She contented herself with humping her ass up and down as he pounded his prick into her. Again, she came quickly. He slowed down, thinking she was finished.
"Don't stop, damn it!" she hissed. "My pussy needs some food. Give me your cum!" She grabbed his hips, pushing and pulling to indicate what she wanted. "I'm not.. . "
Her voice trailed off as he picked up the pace again. She lay back with one fist stuffed in her mouth so she wouldn't attract attention by screaming out loud, and let him service her.
And service her he did. He fucked her so hard, the truck rocked from side to side in time with his walloping thrusts. She grunted and groaned under her fist, letting her mind lose itself in the intense feeling that his cock was provoking throughout her body.
Gripping and releasing with her inner cunt muscles, she matched his rhythm, milking his cock, bringing him closer to his culmination. Her part in the revelry added to her own pleasure. She had a string of powerful orgasms. Just before he came, she had lost track of the number. Giving one last mighty squeeze on his cock, she suddenly relaxed her cunt and soared out of sight as a powerful climax ripped through her, so strong she nearly lost her breath.
His prick erupted, flooding her with semen, and she soared even higher. She held his prick inside her, her muscles milking it, totally draining it.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I needed that."
"Thank you," Scooter replied. "You're very good."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I don't let just anyone in there, but when I do, I want them to be satisfied."
"Then I'm glad I came along when I did." He struggled with his pants, having difficulty getting them back up in the confined space of the back seat. "If I had gotten here a little later, somebody else would have had this pleasure."
"Oh, not necessarily. There were several others in there who wanted me, but I didn't want them. That's why I told you not to worry about your brother. If a woman wants to fuck, not much will stop her. If she doesn't, nothing short of brute force will get you between her legs." She sat up and straightened her dress. "Let's go back inside. I have to pay a visit to the ladies room and take care of a problem you've left me with." She smiled and kissed his cheek.
When Kathleen rejoined the men, Scooter had a fresh drink waiting for her.
"You're a good dancer," Eddie said. "Would you like to do it with me?" He grinned at the double meaning of his words.
Kathleen looked at Scooter, wondering if he had told his brother what they did in the car. But then, why was it necessary for Scooter to say anything? Eddie must have seen the way Scooter had her dress up over her ass on the dance floor. And why else would they have gone outside?
Scooter shook his head slightly, telling her that he hadn't fucked her and then bragged about it.
"Why not? You'll have to feed the slot in the box." Kathleen tilted her head toward the juke box, but her true meaning was very clear.
"It would be my pleasure," Eddie replied, standing and taking her hand to lead her to the dance floor.
Eddie didn't play with Kathleen's ass as they danced. He went straight for her pussy, holding her body to his, his hand between her legs, under her dress. He got two fingers into her almost immediately. Still turned on from fucking Scooter, she was very receptive to his advances. When the first song ended, he was ready to get her outside.
"Let's go to that little motel down the road," he said.
"We might run into somebody we know, and the word would get back to your wife. We can use my truck. It's right outside the door."
Eddie smiled. "Better than standing up against the building."
He climbed into the right front bucket seat, pushed it all the way back, opened his pants, and pulled out his cock. He slid forward in the seat until his knees were jammed against the dashboard. He pulled her over his lap and raised her dress as she straddled his legs.
Kathleen looked down at his hard prick. It wasn't as small as his brother's, but neither was it a fence post. She liked big cocks. In a pinch, however, she had to take what she could get.
Evidently, he wasn't into lapping pussy, and she wasn't going to push the point. Under other circumstances, he wouldn't have gotten his cock into her pussy until his tongue had been there, but this situation wasn't ordinary. She grasped his bloated tool, guided it to her gash as she lowered herself into his lap. She sighed as she sat down on his lap, pushing his prick all the way into her heated channel.
"Open your pants and push them out of the way. I don't want your zipper to tear up my pussy."
She held onto his shoulders as he got his pants out of the way, then settled back down. He scooped her tits out of the top of her dress and held them, his thumbs rubbing the nipples.
She found a place on each side of the bucket seat for her feet, then began to lever herself up and down on his dick. He held onto her tits and worked his hips up and down as well as he could, helping her along. She held onto his shoulders, riding him hard and fast, pushing herself toward orgasm. She didn't worry about him. He would cum when he was ready, and she would get off with him.
Scooter had taken the hard edge off her sexual hunger, and she could pay more attention to how Eddie's cock felt. She used her cunt muscles skillfully to grip and caress his cock. Cumming on a well-applied tongue was heavenly, but cumming on a hard cock was pure nirvana. Her eyes were glazing over and her breathing was becoming faster when the overhead light came on.
Scooter slid into the back seat from the driver's side and leaned forward so he could watch her fuck herself on his brother's dick. Kathleen grinned broadly and leaned over and kissed him.
Sucking on Scooter's tongue with her upper mouth and sucking on Eddie's dong with her lower mouth added to her excitement. She wanted Scooter's cock in her mouth, but there was no way he could give it to her in the confined space of the car.
Increasing her fucking tempo, she let the glorious feeling wash over her, bringing her rapidly to orgasm. Her cunt muscles clamped down on Eddie's cock, telling him that she was cumming. He picked up the pace, bouncing her up and down as he pounded into her pussy and came with her.
"Let's get in the back seat, Eddie," she said. "I want both of you at the same time."
"Why don't we go to the motel and do this right?" Eddie asked.
"No, we do it my way, or not at all!" Kathleen replied.
She didn't want to go to a motel with them. That would turn into an all-night affair, which she didn't want. Doing it this way gave her control over how long the festivities lasted. She was after only a quickie. Or, in this case, a double quickie!
Kathleen crawled between the bucket seats into the back. Scooter moved over to make room for her. Eddie got out of the truck, not bothering to put his cock back in his pants, and climbed into the back seat with them.
She got on her hands and knees, her ass toward Scooter. Lifting Eddie's limp prick and sucking it into her mouth, she left it up to Scooter to figure out what he was supposed to do.
Scooter was no dummy. Her bare ass sticking up in the air was a guiding beacon. He had to push her toward Eddie to get on his knees behind her.
Kathleen gobbled Eddie's meat pole as Scooter nudged her ass with his prick. The slick knob of his cock touched her ass-hole, making her shiver. She liked it up the ass. she didn't want it there now. She lifted her ass a little higher to show him which hole to fuck.
Eddie's cock was getting hard again, unable to resist the hungry mouth working on him. Scooter stuck the head of his cock between Kathleen's pouting pussy lips, threw his hips forward, and buried his prick in her deep sex channel.
The Bronco rocked from side to side as Scooter banged Kathleen hard. His ass bumped into the door each time he drew back. The window crank poked him in the ass, but he ignored the slight discomfort and kept his full attention focused on the horny woman in front of him.
Opening her throat, Kathleen let Eddie's cock slide all the way into her mouth. He grunted as the tightness pulled his foreskin all the way back, leaving the sensitive knob bare. He was fully hard now, not far from cumming again.
Kathleen's pussy also skinned Scooter's cock. He had never fucked a woman who had such fantastic control of her cunt muscles. She was as tight as a virgin. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he was getting her cherry.
Neither man was able to last long. Kathleen waited until they started cumming, then let herself go. They came together, warm jism pouring down her gullet and up her cunt as she bucked and twisted in orgasm. She relaxed a few moments with a cock still sticking in each end of her body, then disengaged herself and sat between the brothers.
"Thanks, guys," she said, patting each man on the thigh. "I trust you've had as much fun as I have. Now it's time to say good night. Scooter, would you be a dear and get my handbag for me? I don't want to go back inside looking this way."
Scooter picked up her bag from the floorboard. "Brought it with me. Are you sure we can't go to the motel and continue this? You're one of a kind, lady, and I sure hate to break up the party so early."
"Thanks for the compliment, honey, but it's over now. Please, don't make a scene."
The brothers walked away as Kathleen got into the driver's seat.
"I have the distinct feeling that we were used," Scooter said to Eddie. "Just like two hunks of meat."
"Yeah," Eddie replied, then laughed. "We were. And we both enjoyed every second of it!"
Kathleen chuckled softly and started the engine. As she drove home, she thought about her little escapade with the Carter brothers. The theme of the book by that famous lady author came to mind: A zipless fuck. That's what she'd just had. No strings, no complications, just a good old-fashioned fuck, and then steal away into the night.
Her nerves were calm and steady. A warm glow of sexual contentment filled her mind. After a nice hot shower to wash away the residue of her raunchy evening of revelry and seeing to Cinnamon's needs, she would be ready for a long, dreamless sleep.