by Amy Brent
“Your cock… is so… fucking huge…” she hummed with the head between her lips.
“And your pussy is so fucking wet…” I said, driving my fingers knuckle deep inside her and wiggling them around. “I want to fuck you, Shelby. Get on top of me and fuck me slow like the old days.”
“With pleasure,” she said, wiggling herself free of my fingers and moving to straddle her hot pussy over my long cock. We gave each other a nostalgic grin. We’d done this position many times before, starting with the night Cody caught us fucking in the barn loft on Shelby’s sixteenth birthday.
My cock was too big to fit inside her all the way, so she couldn’t just climb on like a horse and ride the thing like a fuckin’ buckin’ bronco. She could only take part of it inside her, but it was enough to get both our nuts off and leave us more than satisfied.
I held my cock steady at the base as she lowered her pussy onto it. She paused for a moment with the head pushed against her hole. I swirled the head around to juice it up good, then took some juice on my free hand and lubed up the part of the shaft that would fit inside her.
She lowered herself onto me, just enough to let the head slide inside her. I could literally feel her tight pussy stretching to take me in. Holy fucking shit, I won’t lie. I almost shot my load right then and there. I blew out a long breath and held it back.
“Fuck… you’re huge…” she said, lowering herself onto the shaft by an inch, then another. I was probably five or six inches inside her when I felt the tip of my cock hit her back wall. I had plenty more to go, but that was all she could safely get inside her. I had yet to meet a woman who could take my entire cock inside her pussy, though there was this little gal in Abilene who could take it all down her throat and never gag. She was like a goddamn sword swallower at a freak show. Not much to look at, but holy cow…
I wrapped my fingers around the part of my cock not inside her and gave her a smile. “Now,” I said. “Ride your pony.”
Shelby clutched her hands to her tits and started rolling her hips back and forth, sliding her pussy over the six inches of cock inside her. I squeezed the base to keep the end she was fucking engorged and hard for her. Each time her pussy took me inside her, her clit would brush against my thumb and she’d jump like she was being shocked by an electric fence.
“Holy… fucking shit… that feels… amazing,” she sighed, pinching her nipples so hard they turned purple between her fingers. I just watched her with a joy in my heart that I had not felt in a very long time.
She closed her eyes and darted her tongue across her lips. Her nostrils flared each time her pussy drove down the length of cock inside her. I could have cum right then myself, just from watching her, but I held off.
I knew how Shelby wanted the round to end.
I would not take that enjoyment away from her.
“Oh… fuck… I’m gonna… cum…” she said, her hips thrashing faster, impaling her sweet pussy hard on my cock and against my hand.
“Cum for me, baby,” I said. “Cum hard for old Luke.”
She screamed and jackhammered against my hand. I watched her face as she came. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. She thrashed her head from side to side, her long ponytail whipping like a mare’s tail running across an open field.
“God… damn… fuck… me… Luke… fuck… your big cock…”
I smiled. I always said Shelby talked out of her head when she came. She never believed me. Maybe one day I’d record it to prove it to her. I mean, if I ever got the chance again.
She gushed her hot juices all down my cock and over my hand and balls. I loved it and used her lube to pump my cock, keeping it hard for her until she finished cumming. After a moment, she caught her breath and smiled down at me.
“Can I milk you?” she asked.
“He’s all ready for you,” I said. “Lubed up with your juices.”
Shelby lifted herself off my cock and sat between my legs Indian-style. My cock was still rock hard, covered in her glistening goo. The head was the size of a lemon and the color of a plum. Veins the size of red wigglers ran the length of the shaft. The damn thing looked like it was about to blow.
“I saved it for you,” I said, putting my hands behind my head. I know what you want to do.”
“Yes,” she hissed, wrapping the fingers of both hands around my shaft and pumping them slowly up and down, like she was churning butter. Shelby loved to make me cum with her hands and mouth. She loved seeing me shoot my hot seed in the air like lava erupting out of the top of a volcano. I liked to cum inside her, but this was her favorite thing to do.
“That’s it,” she said, her hands sliding up and down. “Get really hard for me.” She pressed her lips to the tip and swirled her tongue around the slit. “Cum for Shelby, baby. Cum for me.”
She was panting as heavily as I was. She was playing with my balls with one hand, pumping the entire length of my shaft with the other, and sucking on the head with her luscious lips. Fuck, I couldn’t hold it any longer. I curled my toes and flexed the muscles in my legs and moaned.
“I’m cummin’… fuck… Shelby… I’m cummin’ hard…”
Shelby’s eyes grew wide and her hand on my cock quickened its pace. She hovered her mouth a few inches over the tip of my cock and pumped that monster for all it was worth.
“Fuck… I’m gonna blow…”
I came like Old Faithful, shooting the first wave of my hot seed across her lips and into her eager mouth. She leaned back licking her lips and pumped her hand faster, knowing there was more to come. A long rope of milky jizz shot six inches into the air and fell on her hands just as another gush followed behind it.
“Oh… fuck... I’m cumming again…” Shelby said. She had started rubbing her clit when I told her I was cumming. She closed her eyes and moaned. She had my cum on her lips and her cum on her hand. She was in fucking heaven and so was I.
She pumped and sucked my cock until there was nothing more to give. We ended up a sticky mess. I had my milky goo all over my cock and balls and stomach. She had it on her face and her hands and the bed beneath her ass was drenched with her warm juices.
Just like old times.
We just looked at each other and grinned.
Shelby handed me the wet rag she’d left lying on the bed, then padded off to the bathroom to take a shower.
I cleaned myself off as best I could and fell back on the pillows, completely exhausted. I had momentarily forgotten about the pain in my side because all the blood was busy in my groin. But as my body slowly came back to earth, the pain returned.
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, hoping to push the pain away in case Shelby wanted to go for round two when she got out of the shower.
I was fighting a losing battle.
My body was spent.
The pain was my brain’s way of telling me to behave myself and go to fucking sleep.
The rest of me was too tired to argue, so reluctantly, that’s what I did.
Shelby
I woke up to find Luke sitting in the chair at the little round table in front of the window. He was already dressed in his blue scrubs and cowboy boots, drinking coffee from a tall Styrofoam cup.
There was a second cup there, also his because I don’t drink coffee, along with what looked like a wrapped biscuit of some kind and a can of Mountain Dew.
Aw, how sweet.
Luke remembered that I was a Mountain Dew fanatic.
If I didn’t have a can of Mountain Dew first thing in the morning I was like an angry bear coming out of hibernation.
I stretched out my arms and yawned at him. “Morning,” I said, giving him a sleepy smile. “Whatcha got there?”
“Morning, sleepy head,” he said. He popped the top on the Mountain Dew and set it on the nightstand, then sat on the bed and unwrapped what turned out to be a convenience store biscuit and sausage.
“As I recall, you’re as mean as a bobcat if you don’t have your Mountai
n Dew first thing in the morning. And I got you this to make sure you started your day off with the government recommended allowance of breakfast grease.”
“You’re so sweet,” I said, sitting up in the bed with the covers up to my belly button and my titties hanging out. My nipples were plump and red, and a little sore from the previous night’s fun. But they were glad to see Luke again. He made them very happy.
I took a good long drink of the Mountain Dew, but told him to eat the nasty biscuit and sausage. I wasn’t a big breakfast person, but obviously he was. He made short work of the biscuit and fetched the second cup of coffee from the table to wash it down.
“Cody called,” he said, blowing into the steaming cup.
“He did? When?”
“About half an hour ago.” He nodded at my cellphone, which was lying on the nightstand. “I didn’t want to wake you up, so I just answered it.”
I licked Mountain Dew from my lips and arched my eyebrows at him. “What did you tell him?”
“The truth,” he said with a shrug. “That we were late getting out of the hospital and there was a wreck on I-9. By the time we stopped for dinner my side was hurting something fierce and you were horny as a three-peckered billy goat, so you insisted that we get a room in a shithole motel so you could give me a little physical therapy.”
My mouth dropped open. “You did not.”
“I did,” he said, trying to keep from smiling. “I told him you were especially good at oral therapy and that as long as I had a face, you had a place to sit.”
“You’re awful,” I said, swatting at him. He slid his hand under the sheet and let his fingers slide up my thigh. I spread my legs for him and sighed when the tips of his fingers reached their destination. “What… did you… really tell him?”
“I just told him we were running late and we’d be on our way soon as I had a bite to eat.”
His fingers slid inside my wet pussy. He rolled my clit under his thumb, making me moan. I threw back the sheet and spread my legs for him.
“Well then,” I said, panting. “I reckon you better eat so we can get on the road.”
Luke
We rolled into Calloway County around noon and turned onto the mile-long gravel drive that led to Shelby’s Daddy’s house fifteen minutes later. I leaned in to look through the windshield at the big iron gates as we drove through. The letters CCR for Cate’s Cattle Ranch were displayed in a decorative circle of metallic rope in the arch that loomed over the drive.
Shelby wasn’t in a hurry. She had her left wrist draped over the steering wheel and right arm resting on the console, driving casually, like she had no particular place she had to be at no particular time. We’d a had a great time just chatting away like old friends -- old lovers -- happy to have rekindled our acquaintance and romance.
Neither one of us talked about what would happen when I was well enough to go back to riding the circuit and she found a job doing whatever it was her degree qualified her to do.
I just knew whatever she did, it would not include following me around or living on a dirt farm somewhere raising a bunch of rug rat kids.
Shelby wasn’t meant for that kind of life.
She was destined for greater things, like doing something with seeds to feed the world (I guess?), and there was no way in hell that I was gonna stand in her way.
Cody and Alvin Lee, Shelby’s Daddy, were sitting on the front porch waiting for us when we pulled up the drive. I hadn’t seen either of them in years. Cody looked pretty much the same as the last time I saw him. Big, handsome, broad-shouldered, with skin the color of saddle leather and eyes the color of a crow’s wings.
Alvin Lee, on the other hand, who had always been a great bear of a man, had put on a little weight around the middle and his bushy mustache and hair had gone to salt and pepper. He still had a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his lips. And I knew he could probably still out-ride, out-rope, and out-fuck me and Cody even on our best days.
Shelby shoved the gear into Park and yelled out the window at them. “Be careful with him. He’s got stitches that might bust.”
“You didn’t seem so concerned last night,” I said quietly, so only she could hear. She grinned and told me to shut up.
My door opened and Alvin Lee was standing there with his arms out. He waited until I slid out of the truck, then gave me a careful hug.
“I’ll be damned, it’s good to have you home,” he said, giving me a careful hug. He took a step back and huffed at my outfit. “Holy hell, boy, they couldn’t send you home in big boy clothes?”
“Hell, I had to pretend to be a doctor just to get out of the place,” I said, slapping him on the shoulder.
Cody brushed past his Daddy and stuck out his hand. “Just shake my hand, you old sumbitch. I don’t wanna pop your stitches.”
“How you been, brother?” I asked, giving his hand a slowly shake.
“I been better than you,” Cody said. “Pull up your shirt and let me see your battle scars.”
I winced as I tugged up my shirt to show him the bandage. I saw him frown and looked down to see a spot of red the size of a baseball on the center of the gauze.
“Shit,” I said, suddenly a little swimmy-headed. “They said it might bleed. I just need to change the bandage.”
“I’ll do that,” Shelby said, coming around the truck and sliding under my left arm. She put her arm around my back and barked orders at Cody. “Get the door. Help me get him to his old room. I’ll get some fresh bandages.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Cody said, giving me a wink. “Some things never change.”
“That’s good to know,” I said, giving Shelby a little squeeze. I put my lips to her ear as she helped me up the stairs. “Can I sleep in your room.”
“Uh, not unless you want to add a shotgun wound to your list of ailments,” she said, cutting me a sideways glance. “Daddy still thinks we’re little kids. If he knew what you’d been doing to his little girl…”
“Cody is right,” I said, glancing over my shoulder at Cody and Alvin Lee, who were just a couple of steps behind us. “Some things never change.”
Shelby
Cody got Luke settled into his old bed in his old room on the second floor while I found clean gauze and bandages in the pantry in the kitchen. This was a working cattle ranch.
There was always somebody getting scraped, cut, burned, stomped, or worse. Most of the men working the ranch were tough as nails cowboys who could cut off a finger and not even skip a beat.
The bandages were left over from when I was a kid. If I so much as scraped a knee or got a bee sting Daddy acted like it was the end of the world. He was always protective of his little girl. And watching him give me and Luke the eye told me that he had not lightened up one bit. He was glad to have Luke home, but he’d run him off in a heartbeat if he knew what we did behind his back.
I took the bandages, tape, scissors, and a bottle of Peroxide that had expired a year before into Luke’s bedroom. Luke was lying back on the pillows with the sheet up to his waist and his eyes closed. The scrub shirt was off already, lying on the floor. His muscular chest rose and fell gently as I quietly entered the room. For a moment, I thought he was asleep.
Luckily, the bloody spot on the bandage had not gotten bigger.
I sat down on the side of the bed and tugged at the corners of the tape holding the bandage to Luke’s skin.
“Your hands are cold,” he said, opening one eye to smile at me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, cupping my hands and blowing into them.
He chuckled, winced. “I’m just messing with you.” He set his hand on my thigh and scratched his dirty nails to my jeans. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Don’t thank me until you see what kind of nurse I am,” I said. I sucked in a breath and held it as I slowly stripped the tape from his skin. Luke closed his eyes and breathed deeply in and out.
I peeled the damp bandage from the wound. I swallowed hard when I saw t
he gash in his side. I’d never been good at this sort of thing. The sight of blood usually made me sick. True to form, I felt nauseous and sweaty, like I was gonna throw up all over his beautiful chest.
“You okay?” he asked.
I took a deep breath and gave him a little nod, and swallowed back the taste of vomit that was burning at my throat. “Yep, I’m fine. Just hold still.”
He had a line of stitches holding together an incision six inches long that ran down his left side and across the left side of his stomach. The stitches were caked with dried blood and the incision was fiery red. The blood had seeped through the gash at the center.
“Does it hurt?” I asked, knowing it was a stupid question.
“Only when I breathe,” he said, forcing a smile for my benefit. He closed his eyes and blew out a long breath. “Just do what you gotta do and get it over with.”
I opened the bottle of Peroxide and soaked a cotton ball, then dabbed the cotton ball to the stitches and gash to wash away the blood. I tried to be careful because each time Luke winced or sucked in a quick breath it made me jerk my hand back.
“Don’t be such a baby,” I said as I doused a clean cotton ball with Peroxide and finished cleaning off the blood. I leaned in and squinted at the stitches. “The bleeding’s stopped, but you still need to take it easy.”
“Does that mean no more hanky-panky for a while?” he asked, his fingers scratching their way toward my crotch, which was so warm I thought my panties had caught fire. I slapped his hand away.
“That’s exactly what it means,” I said. I playfully put my hand on the sheet covering his cock, which was draped lazily across his thigh like a snake sleeping on a rock. It jumped at my touch.
“You’re going to have to keep the monster in his cage, at least for a few days.”
He leaned back and sighed. “Shit. Okay. You’re the boss.”
“Yes, I am,” I said, scraping a fingernail down his cheek. “After you rest for a while maybe you can take a shower and get a shave.”
“You ever shave a man before?” he asked.
I glanced toward the door to make sure we were alone, then leaned in to give him a kiss. “No, but I’ve done a lot of firsts with you. I’m sure I can figure out how to shave you without cutting your throat.”