He gave a little push.
Her tight asshole resisted for a moment.
Then the bud rippled open and the tip of his cock slipped up her asshole.
She whimpered with pleasure.
Hank fed her another inch of prick.
Her asshole was working on his cock, wringing and clutching, sucking his cock up into her bowels as if she were digesting his cock in reverse. He placed his hands on her hipbones and held her steady while he fucked his prickmeat in, inch by inch, until his cock was buried to the hilt and his bloated balls were jammed into her steaming crotch.
Her pussy might well have been stretched by donkey-cock, but there was nothing slack about her asshole. His prick fit just right, stuffing her ass nicely and yet not too tight to stroke. Hank began to grind the cock to her, his ass corkscrewing. Her ass heaved and bucked. Her cum-soaked face sank down, her cheek resting on the straw-colored floor, and her butt rose up higher as he fucked her asshole. She had slipped a hand back between her legs and was strumming merrily away on her tingling clit, bringing herself to the peak as Hank soared towards the heights of his own electrifying orgasm.
With her head tilted to the side that way, she was gazing back at him with one wild eye, just as the stallion had turned its neck to look down at her when she was tonguing his cockhead. Hank grinned at her. She smiled back, horse-cum all over her lips.
"Shoot it in me!" she cried. "Oh! Fill my asshole with cum!"
Hank was happy to oblige.
His balls burst violently and his stored-up cum gushed out into the girl's churning ass. Her bowels seemed to be as parched as a desert – they soaked up his cum and sucked for more.
She milked his prick dry and her pussy juice spilled out over her hand and soaked the dry straw.
This, thought Hank, was some virgin!
Hank's vitality seemed boundless.
When he plucked his soiled prick out of Carmella's cum-filled asshole, his cock emerged as stiff and as large as it had gone in. The naughty girl was pleased by this. Still kneeling, she turned to face him. She cupped her fat tits together, deepening the cleavage, inviting him to fuck her between her big tits.
Hank did not decline the invitation.
Her tits were so big that his prick vanished in the soft tunnel where they met. He fucked up and down. His balls dragged up her chest and the head of his cock came squeezing out from her cleavage at the top of the fuck-stroke. She continued to hold her tits around his cock, fingering her nipples at the same time. She was gazing down, lashes fluttering, looking at the head of his cock as it came pushing out from between her tits.
Hank thought she was eager for him to come, and that she was going to open her mouth to receive it, as she had done with the horse.
But he was wrong.
Carmella was watching for his cum-load, but not for the reason he supposed. When he shot his creamy wad, the girl turned her face quickly away, so that his jism shot past her cheek.
Carmella was true to her future husband.
She would not drink another man's cum.
And when, in time, she was taken to the marriage bed, her mouth would be as virginal as her cunt.
Or so she reasoned, in her country fashion.
When Hank returned to the barbecue, Carmella remained behind in the barn.
He figured that she was probably ashamed of what she had done and didn't want to face anyone.
In fact, Carmella had another appointment.
A shepherd who lived nearby had promised to let her get fucked by his bighorn ram.
But she didn't admit that to Hank.
Carmella knew that Texans hated sheep men…
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Hank Suchard and Billy Watson both felt rather guilty about having cheated on their lovely, leggy, Lone Star ladies, now that their cocks and balls were drained and their more noble instincts were once more in control of their behavior. They exchanged confidences concerning Margot and Carmella – and then vowed to be unfaithful no more. They determined to deal only with the oil from under the ground and reject the sweeter oil that could be drilled from carnal wells. It was a very honorable promise to make and they stuck to it – mainly because the trip was over and they flew home the next day.
Hank and Billy both knew that their women would expect them to be horny, supposing they had gone without fucking for two weeks, so they returned home prepared to fuck.
They also figured that Linda and Veronica would be randy, as well, having gone the same length of time without any cock.
What else would Texas husbands assume?
A Texan would rather jack off in public than be cuckolded.
Hank screwed Linda from one end of the house to the other and Billy fucked Veronica to a frazzle. If all four were pretending to be more horny than they really were, what was the harm? Fun was had by all.
That evening, the men took the girls out to dinner in Dallas.
They went to a fashionable restaurant, crowded with Ewings, and had a splendid meal – although they were disgruntled to find that lamb was listed on a Texas menu.
After dinner, with the brandy, the men told the ladies that they wanted to buy them each expensive gifts. They had agreed to this previously, to absolve themselves of guilt, although they did not mention the motive to the women.
They asked what the girls would like.
Linda and Veronica gazed at each other across the table and both began to smile mysteriously.
"What I'd really like, honey," said Veronica, "is a nice, big, ferocious guard dog – to keep me safe while you're away from home."
"That's a good idea," Billy agreed.
"Would you like a dog, too, darling?"
Hank asked Linda.
"Oh, I think one dog will be enough," she said.
That puzzled Hank, who could not figure out how one dog could guard both homes.
"Well, then?" he asked.
"What I'd like is a season ticket to the riding stables," said Linda. "I hear they have some lovely horses there."
The men agreed and the brandy was drunk and, presumably, it had made the girls intoxicated.
Why else were they looking at each other and giggling so merrily?