Sam picked one up and uncorked the top to take a sniff, “That’s good stuff, Paul. You have my attention.”
Paul was surprised at Sam’s acceptance, but quickly got back on track, “Jake McCoy is going to ask you to help track down his daughter who disappeared last night. I want you to take the job, and when you find Delilah, which won’t be hard, just play along with whatever story Delilah and Matt give you.”
Carl asked, “Who’s Matt?”
“Delilah’s boyfriend,” Paul answered.
Sam nodded her head, “He’s the boyfriend that Jake McCoy hates and wants to keep away from his precious little girl, right?”
Paul nodded, suddenly worried the two wouldn’t help if it meant lying to a client. He realized that he may have just made a terrible mistake, and these two trackers could destroy everything.
“We’ll do it! Anything to keep young love alive! Shit, we’d almost do it for free, right Carl?!” Sam said, slapping her partner on the shoulder.
“Not for free, no,” Carl deadpanned, but then smiled, “but if it’s easy like you say, Paul, and for a good cause, two bottles of whiskey will pay for a favor.”
Ten minutes after Paul left, Jake McCoy arrived at the rooming house and explained the situation to Carl and Sam. They nodded in all of the right places and were ready to accept the job for $20, until Jake threw them a curve ball.
“And I want to come with you. Paul told me that Matt had nothing to do with my daughter’s disappearance, but I don’t trust him completely,” Jake said, “so I want to be there when you find Delilah.”
Sam looked at Carl, and then said, “Mr. McCoy, we don’t need someone barking orders and questioning our methods while we track.”
Jake held up his hands and shook his head, “And I wouldn’t dream of doing either. I will be as quiet as a mouse and do exactly as you tell me. You run the show, find my baby girl. I just can’t stay here while she is missing, possibly in danger!”
“Mr. McCoy, there is something else you need to consider. We may not find Delilah alive. If Indians took her, maybe, but if it’s outlaws, there’s a good chance they have raped her. If she fights them, they may decide the hassle isn’t worth it,” Carl said, “I know you don’t want to hear that, but it is true.”
Jake nodded while a storm raced across his face, “I thought of that, and I still want to be there. If some animal hurts my daughter, I will make him pay!”
Sam and Carl traded another glance, and both shrugged. “Ok, then you can come,” Sam said, “how soon can you be ready?”
“Give me two hours, and I’ll be back here.” Jake said. They all shook hands and Jake left. Carl and Sam walked to their room, and gathered all of their stuff together. Five minutes later, they were ready to go. As Carl bent over to move his pack closer to the door, Sam slapped him on the ass.
“How do you want to spend the next hour and fifty minutes?” Sam asked as Carl stood up. She moved her left index finger up and down her chest, and gave him a coy smile.
Carl towered over the raven-haired woman, and placed his massive hands softly on her shoulders, “I want to fuck you so hard that the windows shatter from your screams. Do we have enough time for that?”
Sam smiled, and then suddenly grabbed his crotch and squeezed with her left hand, “Yeah, we got time for that.” Carl leaned down and kissed Sam, forcing his tongue down her throat. He moved his hands down her chest, unbuttoning her shirt as fast as possible. For her part, Sam kept juggling the balls in her left hand, while the right one undid Carl’s belt and pants. She let go of his testicles so she could take off her shirt and then slide Carl’s pants and underwear down. Carl stripped Sam of her undershirt and then had her stand up once again for a kiss and to unbuckle her pants. Sam returned her grip on Carl, this time her hand tried to encircle his shaft, but it was too thick and too long, which weren‘t exactly bad things.
“Dammit woman,” Carl hissed, “take your pants off, they are too tight for me to do it!”
Sam laughed and fell back on the bed, raising her legs up and shimmying the pants down. As she did that, Carl took off his boots so he could step out of his own pants. He walked over to Sam and grabbed her legs, spreading them far enough so he could walk between them until he stood over her pussy with its wild, black hair.
“You ready, or do you need some warming up?”
Sam swatted Carl’s dick, “Get me wet, ya lazy ass! We‘ve got time,” Carl laughed and sank to his knees. He noticed right away that Sam was already wet, but he really didn’t mind diving in head first. He parted her curls and lips with his hands, and then gave her cunt a strong, slow lick.
“MMMmmm, that’s it Carl. I love the way you taste me,” Sam moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair. Carl continued moving his tongue up and down her pussy, and then pushed a finger into her. He added a second one after a few strokes, and then a third. His tongue concentrated on Sam’s large clitoris, swirling around and around on it.
“Damn! That’s it! Keep that motion! Keep it going!” Sam yelled, while squeezing her nipples so hard, it looked like they could almost pop. Carl followed her orders, but then he sucked on Sam’s clit, and the pressure became too much. She gave a high pitch squeal, and followed it with a low grunt as she had an orgasm. Carl knew what to expect and lapped up the extra fluid that gushed from Sam’s pussy. He loved the taste more than anything else. Well, almost anything else.
“All right girly, you’ve had your fun,” Carl said as he stood up, “now it’s my turn!” He grabbed Sam’s hips, and flipped her over so her chest was on the bed. “C’mon, stand up.”
Sam looked back at her partner with a drowsy smile, and did as she was told. As she locked her knees, Carl bent his knees to line up his cock with Sam’s hairy treasure. She pushed back and he pushed forward, which helped them form the perfect connection. Both Sam and Carl moaned at the joining, and they stayed still for five minutes, just to enjoy the feeling.
Finally, Sam spoke up, “You falling asleep back there? C’mon and fuck me!” In answer, Carl withdrew almost completely, and then slammed back home. He repeated his attack over and over again, driving himself into Sam as far as possible. Sam grunted with each thrust, and moved her hand below her body so she could diddle her clitoris. The combined stimulation granted her a series of small orgasms, which in turn made her pussy pulse around Carl’s prick. He increased the pace, and reached out for a handful of Sam’s ponytail. He pulled and she lifted her head up in response.
“Fuck me! Give it to me hard!”
“You gonna come again?” Carl asked between thrusts.
“You keep this up, I will!” Carl nodded and increased his speed. He wanted that scream from Sam, and mentally held off his own pleasure to make sure he got it. Carl let go of Sam’s hair, and placed both of his hands on her hips to increase the pressure of each thrust. When Sam started to moan constantly, Carl knew they were getting close. Carl had one more trick that he knew would drive Sam wild. He stuck his right thumb in his mouth, getting it completely soaked with his spit, and then placed it at on top of Sam’s puckered asshole. He gradually popped it in, just the first knuckle, and then inserted the rest. Carl wiggled his thumb every time his cock bottomed out in her cunt. After ten strokes, Sam exploded. Her pussy squeezed Carl’s cock, almost demanding he climax and fill Sam up. So that’s what he did. Through it all, Sam screamed at the top of her lungs.
“AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” It didn’t shatter the window, but it made everyone in the building look up in wonder. Even a few people outside glanced around, wondering if a pack of Indians were attacking.
Carl eased his thumb out of Sam’s ass, and then pulled his flagging prick out of her pussy. As Sam collapsed on the bed, Carl walked over to the water basin to wash his hands.
“I love how you fuck me, Carl,” Sam said as she rolled onto her back, “but now I’m gonna be walkin’ funny.” Carl gave a quick, sharp laugh, “You always walk funny, Sam.”
“Bullshit,” Sam said as she got off the bed and forced her breasts back into her undershirt, “I walk like a fuckin’ lady!!”
“Yeah, and you talk like one, too, I suppose?”
“Damn right!” They both laughed and finished getting dressed in silence.
Once done, Carl asked the question they were both thinking, “How are we going to keep McCoy from killing the boy when we find them?”
Sam gave him a wink and a smile, “Don’t worry about that. I have a plan. Y’see, while you were wolfing down your breakfast, I was listening to all the other people around us. They were talking about McCoy and his daughter. Turns out he lost his wife a while ago, and never remarried. He hasn’t even visited the whorehouse in town. So I’m thinking his real problem is he just needs to get laid.”
Carl said, “Well I ain’t volunteering for that job, so I’m guessing you are?”
“Sure, why not? He ain’t half-bad looking, and not that old, either,” Sam said, “plus, if we play this out right, maybe I can see what it’s like to double my pleasure.”
Life on the run wasn’t much fun for Matt and Delilah. They had left on their horses without a moment to plan or pack. The first night they had traveled roughly forty miles before coming across an abandoned house. It was small and poorly built, but it provided them shelter for the rest of the night. Matt had held Delilah in his arms for hours as she slept. His mind raced as he tried to come up with a way to fix the mess they were in. Matt worried that Delilah’s father wouldn’t believe Paul’s story, or worse, that he would, and then send out a posse to track down whoever took his daughter. He reassured himself that it would all work out, and that around noon they could head back towards town. By midnight, they would be back at Delilah’s house, where she would tell a fantastic story about how Matt had saved her. Then maybe they could get married. It was that thought that eventually let Matt finally fall asleep.
Delilah pushing against his chest woke him up. Matt thought it was only minutes later, but the light coming in from the windows told him a different story, one that Delilah quickly confirmed.
“Matt, we have to go! We slept way too late and now it’s almost sundown,” she said. They both got off the bed and walked outside. What they saw made leaving look like a very bad idea. Storm clouds were marching in from the west, sending lightning bolts and strong wind toward Matt and Delilah’s little shelter.
“I don’t like the looks of those clouds,” Matt said, “especially their color.” Delilah nodded her head and walked back inside the little house. Everyone living in that part of Texas knew that when clouds turned the sky a sickly green, that meant tornadoes were on the way. Matt joined Delilah back in the house, and gave the structure a closer look. He could see daylight through most of the roof, which meant more rain would get in than stay out. Matt pushed against one of the walls, and was alarmed when it moved out and then swayed back in.
“Delilah, I don’t think we can stay here with that storm coming,” he said.
“Where are we going to go? We can’t outrun the storm?” Delilah whined. She didn’t like being outdoors during storms. She had developed a fear of lightning at an early age, and her father had let it fester. Now, with a storm barreling down on them, Matt knew they needed to leave, but Delilah would not be able to move. Matt needed a plan B, so he went outside to find anything to brace the walls. He discovered a pile of fence posts nearby, and went to work placing two of them against the wall on the house’s east side. He did the same on the west side, and then the last two on the north side. As he finished making sure they were all secure, the first drops of rain fell on his head. Matt looked around for anything he could put on the roof to keep water out, but he found nothing, so he went back inside.
Thankfully, Delilah had been busy in the house. She had taken the cupboard doors off and used them to cover some of the holes. She had also taken the few pots and dishes left in the cupboards and placed them around the room to catch the rain when it did come in.
“That storm is moving in quick. I shored up some of the walls. They will hold, as long as a twister doesn’t come straight for us,” Matt said. “I like what you’ve done with the place inside.”
Delilah did a little curtsey and said, “Then I guess we just need to wait. How do you want to pass the time?”
Matt walked over to Delilah and picked her up by the waist. She giggled and wrapped her arms and legs around him. “How ’bout we see if I can make you scream in orgasm so loud that you drown out the thunder?” Matt asked.
Delilah kissed him, running her tongue along the roof of his mouth, “I’d like that, but aren’t you worried a tornado will sneak up on us?”
Matt gathered up Delilah’s skirts that covered her ass and placed his hands inside her bloomers. He caressed and kneaded her soft cheeks and said, “If I‘m inside of you when I die, I can‘t think of a better way to go.” He kissed her lips, then her chin and finally her neck. As he worked his lips around the buttons of her blouse, his hands explored Delilah’s ass and upper thighs. His fingers inched closer to her sex, tickling the hairs that surrounded the treasure Matt sought. Delilah moaned as he traced her lower lips, spreading the moisture that formed there. As he plunged a finger deep inside her pussy, something started to fall on the roof. Matt kept going, exploring Delilah’s tunnel, telling himself it was only rain, but then the sound increased in volume. Something hit Matt hard in the shoulder, and he winced. He looked down, and realized it wasn’t raining. It was hailing.
“What, Matt? What’s wrong?” Delilah asked when she realized that Matt was no longer kissing or fondling her. She looked where he was looking and saw the hailstone. It was about the same size as a chicken egg. “Looks like our wait is over. Let me down, please.”
Matt released her and absent mindedly sucked on the middle finger he had placed inside Delilah. They walked to the window facing west, and saw the field in front of them had turned white with hail. The sky had gotten darker, and they saw that some of the clouds were rotating.
“If a twister falls from those clouds,” Matt said, pointing out the window, “we will have to run for it. Keep watching while I look for something to use for a shelter if need be.”
Delilah nodded, and prayed that they wouldn’t need to run. The answer she got was not the one she wanted. From the rotating mass, a small bit of cloud grew towards the ground. Delilah judged it to be roughly five miles away, but moving towards the house. The funnel cloud tried to touch down, but it was extremely thin, and dissipated. Delilah relaxed for a moment, but then saw another funnel forming, just three miles away. It touched down and raced towards the house.
“Matt! We have a twister coming for us!” Delilah yelled.
Matt ran over to the window, looked outside for a second, and then grabbed Delilah’s hand. They sprinted to the horses, and Matt practically threw Delilah on top of her ride. He jumped on his, and they both took off. As they galloped away from the house, Delilah and Matt heard the twister crash into the house. They both looked back, and saw the storm devour the overgrown shack, tossing wood in every direction. Once the house was gone, the tornado weakened, and pulled back up into the rotating clouds. Delilah began to cry, not out of fear, but because she was grateful to Matt for saving her life. Matt looked at her and reached out his left hand, which Delilah took.
“We’re okay, darlin’. I have some blankets, and I think there are some caves nearby that we can crawl into.”
Delilah smiled and let go of Matt’s hand, “Good, because I want to thank you properly for saving my life.”
While Matt and Delilah slept away the day, Sam, Carl, and Jake made their way west, tracking the two youngsters. Jake didn’t realize that was what they were doing, thanks to Sam and Carl feeding him a line of bullshit. It always surprised them how little people knew about tracking. Carl made Jake think that the two sets of horseshoe marks they were following actually belonged to five horses. As the afternoon got old and they meandered along the trail, Sam noticed a ch
ange in the weather.
“Carl, we need to start looking for shelter,” she said, pointing to the western sky. Carl looked up, and saw what Sam meant.
“What? Sundown isn’t for another hour or so. Why do you want to stop now?” Jake asked.
Sam trotted her horse next to Jake’s and said, “Number one, you said you wouldn’t question our methods,” she then took his face into her right hand and moved it so he was looking at the advancing clouds, “and second, those storms mean trouble. Possible twister trouble. I like money, but I’m not getting killed for twenty bucks.” Sam pinched Jake’s cheek and then trotted away.
Jake felt stupid for not noticing the clouds, but another part of him began to worry more about Delilah. Was she safe from the storm? Jake knew Delilah hated lightning, and he hated not being there to protect her.
The three riders kept moving, watching the tracks and keeping an eye out for a good place to wait out the storm. The front edge of the storm caught them out in the open, drenching them all in a matter of minutes. They rode in the rain for almost an hour, and then the hail started, making their search for shelter more frantic. Jake was actually the one who spotted the cave, and he shouted for Sam and Carl to follow him. The mouth of the cave was large enough for the horses and their riders to slip inside, and as an added bonus, it faced east, so the rain and hail would not get inside. The crowded in, just as the hailstones increased in size. Ten minutes later, Sam spotted something.
“Look, over there,” she said, pointing to the darkest part of the storm, “is that a tornado?”
The two men looked where Sam pointed, and they both nodded. It was a huge tornado, easily a mile wide, ripping up every tree and bush that happened to be in its path. While Sam and Carl marveled at the destructive force of nature, Jake sat down, hung his head, and began to weep.
When Sam looked back at him, she asked, “Are you okay, Jake?”
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