Chapter 9
Carrie found Doug and Ash in the barn, just where she suspected.
They were still auguring.
"Excuse me."
"What the fuck do you want now, Carrie? Haven't you butted in enough all ready?"
"Really, Doug, you'd think you'd be more appreciative when I came out here to tell you that Samanthia is willing to give you a try."
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Ash, make him shut his mouth for a change, will you?"
"All right. All fucking right. I'm listening. And it had better be good."
"I think you'll approve. Now, here are the rules. No bondage and no straps. You can fuck her pussy and work her tits to your heart's desire. But no real rough stuff unless she agrees."
"What?"
"I said Samanthia has agreed to fuck you. In her pussy. And you can play with her tits. But no real rough stuff unless she agrees. I told her you were a real good fucker and she's interested. Are you?"
"Fuck her pussy? Hell, yea, I'm interested. That's all I wanted in the first place. Well, that and some tit, too."
"Good. Then the two of you are in agreement. So? What are you waiting for? Go fuck some pussy and play with some tits. She said she really likes that."
Doug didn't bother saying a word.
He was too busy running to the house.
"You know something, Mrs. McRae?"
"What's that, Mr. McRae?"
"I think we just lost our damned bed for the night."
"I guess we have at that. But if I recall right, didn't we have some grand times here in the barn?"
"I do seem to recall something like that, too. Thinking about reenacting old times?"
"Nope. I'm thinking about inventing new ones."
Doug heard their laughter coming from the barn as he stepped up on the porch, but didn't pay it any attention. He was too worried about himself.
What if he couldn't live up to Carrie's damned description of him being a good fucker?
Well, by God, he would live up to it!
"You going to stand out there all night, or come in and fuck me like Carrie said you could?"
Doug stepped through the door and almost dropped his drawers. Jesus, she couldn't be real, he thought.
The woman that had just fought him tooth and nail was lying naked on Ash's bed. And what a naked vision she was, too. Her legs were spread, just as he had dreamed they would be, and her big tits pointed straight up, as she held out her hand to him.
"You ain't mad at me?"
"I'll answer that question, after you fuck me. If you're half as good as Carrie lead me to believe, I'll gladly forgive you. Again and again. Why don't you lay down here and introduce yourself to my tits. They do so like attention. They even like it a bit on the rough side. I understand you like that, too."
"Damned right, bitch."
"My name is Samanthia. Please remember that. Samanthia or Sam. Not bitch. Got it?"
"Ah, sure ahhhh Sam. Sure."
"Why don't you slip out of those pants and come suck some tit? This one," as she caressed her left one until the nipple stood tall and pointing at him, "is real anxious for some hot, sucking mouth."
"Well, hell, I got the mouth that was made to suck it."
"So far all I do is hear. How about some feel?"
"Damned right."
Doug unzipped his pants, stepped out of them, dove onto the mattress next to her and took her tit in his mouth all in one continuous move. God, was he ever starved for some tit. Pussy, too, but that would come later. After some serious sucking, munching and tasting.
"Muummmm ohhh yea. Suck that tit. Pull it allla the way down your fuckin' throattta... "
No a bad idea, he thought, as he swallowed as much as he could and his hands took possession of the other one. Damned good tits, he thought. Damned good.
Samanthia had, let us say, been anything but sure about her haphazard agreement with Carrie. Until, that is, Doug's mouth arrived. God, did she ever love tit action. It seemed that now days all guys did was slam'bam-thank-you-mam. No foreplay. No touching. No sucking. Just fuck in, fuck out and leave.
Doug, on the other hand, was treating her tits to a taste of heaven as her pussy warmed up in anticipation of his later arrival. She didn't even mind the little nips that he took because he quickly swabbed away any lingering pain he had caused. And then there was the fact that her tits could stand a bit of pain. Nothing like Carrie had received. But they sure as hell were up to deep sucking, nibbling and a touch of hicky. Which was precisely what they were getting as she reached her hand down to see if he felt as big as he had looked.
"Dammnna they groww ahh em bigg aaround here don'taah they?"
"Yeaahh that's it... ahh get him aa all niceaa and harrdd and I'll aa fuck yaaa... in a bit."
Doug couldn't get enough of her tits. Big, full, made for sucking and munching. They filled his mouth. They filled his hands. But he was determined not to let any of them good untouched, unsucked, untasted or unmarked. God, it had been ages since he'd had tits in his mouth and hands and he sure as hell wasn't in any damned rush to leave. Not even when Sam started tugging on his cock so damned hard he thought she was trying to damn pull it off.
As Doug worshiped her breasts like she'd never had done before, Sam wanted to find out some answers before she got herself into a situation she couldn't handle. At first she just pulled firmly on his cock. Then firmer still and he made no objection. And when she gave it a heal hefty tug and still he made no move to stop her, nor did he stop his tit action, Samanthia began to relax a bit.
No one who was a devoted sadist would stand for such treatment, and as she went back to milder, yet still firm strokes, she knew that Carrie hadn't lied. Doug would whip the shit out of her if she allowed, but if she drew a line, he'd stay on his side of it.
She relaxed and let her feeling take over instead of her brain, and the second she did they started soaring real quick. Doug hadn't for a second let up on her tits. They tingled. They throbbed. They inflated with blood and lust as he sucked, nipped and reshaped them over and over. By the time he lowered one hand to her cunt, it was soaking wet, dripping on the mattress and begging for some attention of its own.
"Daaaammnn... fucking hoott pusssyy." Just what he needed. Sliding down her body, stopping at ribs, navel and hip bones, he made his way to her opened legs. Her sparse hair didn't hide her gleaming slit. He licked his lips in anticipation, then dove right in, treating it the same as he had her tits.
Samanthia almost jump out of her skin. Never! Never had her cunt been treated in such a manner. Doug sucked so damned hard she could actually feel her cunt lips stretching, her clit elongating and her juices being pulled from her damned womb. And she loved every blessed second of it as gave him complete control of her cunt.
A second later she was coming. Coming like never before as Doug drank and drank, sucked and sucked. And still she came.
"Ffffuuuukkkkaa fuckkk meeeee... ahhh noooww."
Doug ignored her screamed request and went back for more. Like a starving, thirsty man in the desert, he just the hell couldn't get enough. A good ass fuck or a terrific blow job was always great. But give him tits and pussies any damned day of the week. And the one before him was so damned giving of its nectar he just couldn't, didn't want to, stop.
So, he didn't.
Samanthia had come so damned many times it felt like her damned cunt was cramping. It felt good, but damn it all to hell, it needed filling. And it needed it now!
Reaching her hands down, she grabbed two ears and pulled. And pulled. She allowed the short stop at her tits, a few bites of her neck, and then they were mouth to mouth, crotch to crotch. They were fucking at both ends.
Cock and tongues matched movements as hands traveled sweaty flesh and all four grabbed, pinched and pulled what they came in contact with as tongues dueled and hairs slammed together as if they were trying to kill each other. But that wasn't their aim at all.
Their aim was to consume the other. And they both succeeded beyond anything they had imagined before. Pussy sucked. Cock spurted. Mouths sucked. Tongues intertwined. And they both shook so damned hard if they hadn't been so tightly joined they would have separate.
They didn't even consider the possibility of separating. They were glued together and both were quite satisfied with the arrangement. They didn't even part as they both slowly sank into oblivion as the final shuttering waves coursed through them and they went to sleep.
Samanthia was rudely awaken by the application of a hand to her ass. A damned hard hitting hand, it was, too. But before she could utter the slightest protest, she felt her hips being jerked up and her knees had no more than settled under her than her ass was painfully and fully filled.
"Aaaaaaaggggaaaaaaaaa... ahhh stttttttopppp thatt ahhhh stoppp... ahhhgggggggggggggggg."
"Ah shut the fuck upp and aaaaaah fuckkk mee."
That was not a voice she knew.
Turning her head around to see who the hell was fucking her ass, Samanthia saw a stranger. He looked familiar, but she'd never seen him before in her whole entire life.
So why the hell was he fucking her ass?
As she was trying to drag her arm from underneath her, she encountered warm flesh and turned to look at that, too.
Doug. It was Doug that had one hand wrapped around her hair, the other on her tit. And it all came back to her. Last night. The stalled car. Her fight. Carrie. And the best damned night of fucking in her life.
Reaching out her hand, she grabbed a hunk of Doug's flesh and pinched. Pinched damned hard. "Wake up, damn you," she yelled in his ear and he turned over.
"Whhat... "
"What? For Christ sake, someone is fucking my damned assaa."
Doug opened his eyes, saw Sam. And Gary fucking her. "You fucking her ass, Gary?"
"I ahh sure as hell aahah am."
"Fine. But stay out of her pussy."
"Sure thing, Doug. Ahh damn."
"What?" came from Samanthia. "Who ahhh the hell made you God and theahha damn... owner of my asss," she asked of Doug as she dug her nails into him.
"Oh quit your bitching. It's just Gary."
As Samanthia was saying, "Whahttttt!" Doug was sliding underneath her and filling her pussy with his cock.
She instantly stopped all bitching as both wholes were filled to the brim as Doug pushed her up to get at her hanging tits.
That was it.
She was a gonner.
A gonner that was coming. Wedged between two pumping hunks that were determined to fuck her to death, Samanthia relaxed and let it happen. Doug easily supported her weight as the brothers plowed her duel fields as she went from climax to climax the entire time.
They both shot together and all rational thought vanished. When next she was coherent, she heard them talking.
"Nice ass. Where'd you find her?"
"Her car stalled, so I brought her home. She's mine. Got that? Mine. My tits. My pussy."
"Take it easy, Douggie. I know the family rules."
"What damned rules?"
"Fuck ass and mouth unless it's yours. I think I'll get me a gal, too. But tell me, she into the pain shit, too?"
"I... well kinda. Not like Carrie, but she'll take a bit. She really likes pounding cock though. Why?"
"Curious. I haven't decided if I want a real pain lover or not. I think I'll think on it a bit longer. Hell, I can always beat the shit out of Carrie. Ash don't mind that. Just as long as I don't touch pussy or tits."
"Tits and pussy are great. Maybe you should get your own gal after all."
"Like I said, I'll think on it. Where's Carrie anyway? I'm hungry."
"In the barn with Ash, I guess."
"Oh, shit. Another late breakfast."
Samanthia closed her eyes. Damned weird family, she thought as she tried to go back to sleep. It had been "one hell of a night. And busy morning, too, so far. I wonder what the rest of the day will be like, as she curled her arm under her head.