Adventure Across Texas: An Erotic Adventures Book

by T. S. Hill

  I began pushing her back gently and leaned in, to kiss her beautiful full lips. She met me hungrily. Then, gently breaking the kiss, I moved my mouth around her neck and beneath her ears, and then almost all the way around the back of her neck. I felt her tender skin against mine and her soft breasts pressing into my chest. Even though, we both were now radiating body heat, and melting into each other, her whole body shuddered, as though she had a massive chill, but it wasn’t from chill, but from the shear bliss of our passionate embrace.

  I worked my lips and tongue across her left shoulder, taking little nibbles and nips with my teeth as I went. Then I moved across and under her neck, kissing and nibbling all the way out to her right shoulder. Laying her back further, I worked my lips, tongue, and teeth, all the way across her chest, and then across the upper mounds of her ample breasts. Finally, I took the sweet nipple of her right breast in my mouth, and swirled my tongue over and around it, finishing it, with a rough nip from my front teeth.

  She gasped, moaned, and sighed almost as though she were in agonizing pain. Her fingers gripped and pawed at my back, her finger nails pulling at nerves of pleasure that I hadn’t known I had.

  “Oh, take me now, Stan!”, she groaned, as though she were being tortured.

  “Not yet, my little Athena,”, I whispered in a husky voice, “I have great pleasure planned for you, and I plan to deliver it all.” She responded by digging her fingernails into my back.

  “Give it to me!”, she growled with a deep guttural voice. “I want it all!”, she almost screamed. I gently laid her all the way on her back, then grabbing one of her bent knees in each hand, I spread her legs, and shifted my own body back to lower my face to her belly.

  My mouth first made contact with her navel, where I took a nibble on its lower edges. Then I began alternating kisses and tongue licks down her belly, as I stroked her smooth and silky legs. My cock was so hard now that it felt like it would burst at any second.

  Slapping the back of my head with both of her hands, she tangled her fingers in my hair with a panic like grip. I could feel her hands pulling me downward toward her steaming pussy, while at the same time, pressing my mouth against her lower tummy. Her back arched, and every muscle over her perfect body tensed like wound springs.

  “Oh Stan!”, she squealed excitedly, almost as though she were in excruciating pain. But I knew it was excruciating pleasure, because we were sharing it. Our bodies were telegraphing the waves of pleasure between us. “Lick me! Bite me! Suck me! Suck my clit Stan! Lick my clit Stan! Bite my clit Stan! Oh yes! Bite my clit Stan!”, she cried out from deep in her throat, as I accommodated all of her requests.

  As I took her pussy into my mouth, I pushed my tongue past her slick lips and deep into her, licking her inner sweetness with each stroke of my tongue. Working my tongue upward, I then licked, sucked, nibbled at, and licked even more at her swollen clit. She couldn’t hold still. Lori was wiggling and squirming with every part of her body fully engaged. Her moans and groans had become continuous, with her fingers locked so tight into my hair, I thought that she was going to pull it out.

  My hands were under, and gripping, her warm, firm, round, ass, lifting her sweet pussy to my face, and I could feel it’s deep muscles contracting, as well as those in her buttocks. This girl was into sex alright, and I was totally into her. Her full body was trembling as she grabbed my hair on either side of my head and pulled me up between her beautiful breasts.

  Then she practically screamed at me, “Please Stan! I can’t take it anymore! Fuck me now! Please fuck me now!” I can’t say that this was the first time that a woman had begged me to fuck her, but I can say that it was the happiest that I had ever been to fulfill the request.

  My cock had been dripping precum all over the hay beneath us. Several times in repositioning, I had put my knees down into it. I knew that I wasn’t going to last long after I slid my throbbing cock into her smoldering wet pussy, but I could wait no more than she could. My cock felt on the verge of exploding.

  I had just wanted to make it as good for her as it was for me. Yet, with all of my licking, nibbling and kissing of her pussy, she still hadn’t begun her orgasm. But, as I inched up to reposition, and slowly slid my rock-hard cock into the open, dripping, lips of her pussy, she immediately began convulsing and squeezing her pussy walls around my cock, and bucking her hips against me.

  She let out a loud and long wail, that probably could have been heard out on the highway. This was totally wild! I had never before had a woman begin her orgasm just as soon as I entered her.

  As she continued to orgasm and wail, she bucked her hot pussy up and down the length of my pulsating cock, and I matched her pace. The feeling of my balls, soaked with her pussy juices, slapping against the taunt cheeks of her ass, moved me closer to my own orgasm. She had been in the throes of orgasm for at least a solid minute, if not longer, and I felt that I was losing my battle to not cum before she finished.

  Then with a final upward thrust of her hips, she sustained her hips above the hay straw floor, as her pussy walls gripped my cock as tightly, as though it were in her fist. I took this as my queue, and gave three more rapid, forceful, thrusts, sinking my cock into her to its full length.

  On the third thrust, I could feel the semen let go, and surge down the length of my cock and into her depths. Letting out a long, loud, sustained growl, I delivered three more deep, hard, thrusts. With each of those thrusts, she received another magnificent cum surge, through my cock, and into her belly. Then, we were spent.

  Her pussy still gripped my cock as tightly as if she had it in her hands. Her arms flopped back behind her head and she sighed a long, deep, satisfied, sigh, like I had never quiet heard a woman sigh before. Then, she began slowly lowering her hips, and I went down with her, both of us intent, on keeping my cock fully engaged in her warm, wet, love nest. I waited for a few minutes more, and after I felt her vagina relax around my cock, I slowly pulled it out.

  I felt spent, like I had never felt spent before in my life. I looked up at Lori’s face. Her loosely closed eyes reflected her relaxed, blissful state. The golden hay straw framed her curly golden locks, that framed her face. She looked like an angel. She breathed slow now, and easily. I watched her for a few more minutes before planting a gentle kiss on her sweet beautiful lips. She smiled faintly, and the smile was still on her face, when I rolled over beside her.

  We could hear the storm easing. The rain was now gently patting on the tin roof with an easy rhythm. Despite the current mess that I was in, I had to consider myself lucky to be where I was.

  Yeah, I was feeling really lucky. I was holding in my arms, the most beautiful woman that could possibly exist in the universe, having just made fabulous love to her, and she to me. We both drifted off into a light dreamy sleep, undisturbed by the rain, our nakedness, or any worldly worry. Although the clock had only moved perhaps thirty minutes, it was a blissful eternity for me.

  Chapter Four

  All Dressed Up with No Place to Go

  Sometimes the shortest and most rewarding trips are to revisit where we already are, with a different perspective.

  When we awoke in the hay loft, naked in each other’s arms, for a few seconds, I felt like I was dreaming, but as reality rolled back over both of us, we untangled ourselves from each other, and stood up.

  “Wow!”, she blurted.

  “Yeah, wow!”, I mused back at her. “It’s going to feel weird climbing down from here buck naked.” I quipped.

  “Well,”, she complained, “I’m not wearing that soppy, wet, dress. Grab that wet towel, if you’re all that bashful.” she quipped. “Or the wet dress if you want.”

  “I’ll be fine.”, I replied, feeling a little chagrined at professing a modesty that I hadn’t even realized that I had. She on the other hand, showed no modesty, or self-consciousness, about her body. Of course, she had no reason to. She was stunningly beautiful, and the hayloft framed her beauty with a romantic surrounding. I im
agined that her beauty would shine in any environment.

  Naked, we climbed down from the hay loft, and this girl I was calling Lori, showed me the old trunks with clothes. She picked out a pretty, printed, red frock, with a crème flower pattern, and I choose a decent pair of jeans and a blue, western cut, shirt. When we had dressed and put our boots back on, I glanced her over, and couldn’t resist commenting. “You’re beautiful in anything that you wear.”, I told her.

  “Why, thanks!”, she replied, cracking a grin, “You’re not too unpleasant on the eyes either.”

  “I had no idea that you found me attractive.”, I spoke back to her.

  “Oh, that up there, gave you no clue?”, she quipped, tossing her head toward the loft. “Men!”, she said, shaking her head. “You all think that you’re the only sex that has lust in their hearts.” She was smiling, and so instead of answering her, I just smiled back.

  “Let me get the flashlight out of the truck, and then, I want you to show me that cellar that you found.”, I told her. “Maybe there’ll be something to eat down there, then we’ll look in these other trunks, to see if there’s anything useful for us in them.”

  “That, sir, sounds like a plan.”, she said.

  “As a matter of fact, I do have something of a plan. After that, I want to see if we can get that old truck started. If it checks out okay, then I think that we need to switch vehicles. And, if there is any food in that cellar, we may want to just hang out here and let things cool off, for another day at least. After that, I’ve got places to go, and things to do.” I could see her eyes watering up, like she was going to cry, and her lower lip trembled just slightly. “What’s wrong?”, I asked, letting a little concern into my voice.

  “Nothing.”, she said meekly. Then, lowering her eyes, she added, “Let’s go see what’s in that cellar. Come on. I’ll show you.”

  After retrieving the flashlight from the old Ford truck, Lori led me to the back of the barn, where she pointed out a door on the floor. After pulling it open and folding it over on the floor, a set of crude steps were just visible at the upper edges of the exposed pit.

  I flipped the flashlight on and guided the light down the steps and across the dirt floor of the abyss. Against the back wall was a set of shelves, filled with canning jars, to the left the same, and also to the right. “If this stuff is any good, then it looks like we ‘ll have plenty to eat.”, I commented, as I started to descend the stairs.

  “I hope so! I’m fucking starving!”, Lori stated. Continuing down the steps, I chuckled slightly at her choice of adverbs. “What’s funny about fucking starving to death?”, she piped at me.

  “Nothing.”, I responded, “I’m just amused at what your favorite adverb, and adjective, is.”

  “Yeah, well, it also happens to be my favorite past time.”, she popped back, with just a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

  “I can dig that!”, I responded, “I can dig that.”

  I had reached the bottom of the steps and swung the flashlight around, to light the way as she followed me. The bright light illuminated her from the bottom up, as though she were on a darkened stage, and the orchestra lights were lighting her from beneath.

  This woman was gorgeous in any light. I found myself wanting to pull her off the steps, right then and there, and make love to her, all over again, right on the dirt floor of this cellar. My stomach’s call for food however, was at this moment, older, and outranking, the renewed hunger that was warming in my loins.

  We picked out a few jars of green beans, yellow squash, potatoes, peaches, and what appeared to be stew beef, from the selection of the home canned foods. Placing them in a market basket that was in the cellar, we brought them back to the surface level of the barn.

  Along the walk back to the front of the barn, Lori observed, “These lids look like this stuff is all sealed good, so it should be alright to eat.”

  “You know about that stuff?”, I asked.

  “Sure,”, she responded. Then continuing, “See how the lids bow in toward the jar? That indicates a vacuum seal. Now if they were popped outward, you wouldn’t want to even taste this stuff, because it could kill you.”

  “Sounds like whoever lived here, liked to live dangerously.”, I offered.

  “Not at all.”, she informed me, “You just have to know what you’re doing is all. If you know what you’re doing, then there’s no danger at all.”

  “It seems like a lot of life’s that way.”, I mused aloud, “Lori, do you know what you’re doing?”

  “Yes, I do.”, she answered, and then in a surprisingly meek tone, added, “At least when it comes to canning jars and food I do.” And a lot more, I thought. A whole lot more.

  When we had returned to the front of the barn, I sat the basket of food filled jars on the small work bench, located there, then turned and asked Lori, “So how do we fix, serve up, eat, this wonderful fare, that might kill us, if you didn’t know what you were doing?”

  “Don’t be a fucking smart ass!”, she shot back.

  “There’s that favorite adjective again.”, I mused. “

  “Look!”, she popped back, “Let me worry about my fucking adjective, while you run back there to the trunks, look in the very bottom of the second trunk, and bring us a couple of those fine china bowls and some silverware. The silverware is in a little chest, also at the bottom of the trunk. And, hurry up! I’m fucking starving!”

  “Okay!” I answered, half chuckling at her, “Don’t get your panties in a wad!”

  “Do I have to remind you that, right now, I don’t have any?”, she coyly teased back at me.

  “Mmmm!”, I responded, “I’ll be right back!”

  When I returned with the items for which Lori had dispatched me, she turned and looked at the bowls, forks, spoons, and knives that I carried.

  “Why are those wet?”, she queried.

  “Since I was near the back of the barn anyway, I stepped out, around to the shower, and washed them. Oh, by the way, it’s stopped raining.”, I answered frankly. Then added, “After all, we wouldn’t want to eat something that might kill us, if you didn’t know what you were doing, out of dirty dishes, would we?”

  “Fucking smart ass!”, she half laughed, “Well, at least you can competently use your head for more than one thing!” Then, as she sat two of the jars that she had taken the lids off, out of the basket, and on to the top of the work bench, she cocked her head at me, and smirking, winked. “I hope that you like green beans and peaches for your breakfast.”

  “As hungry as we are, let’s just call it brunch, and be happy.”, I replied.

  “Yeah!”, she answered enthusiastically, “I’m fucking starving!” I chuckled, as she began spooning the jar contents into the bowls.

  We both ate hungrily without talking, and a few minutes later she was spooning more green beans and peaches into our bowls. After both jars, and both bowls were empty, we stood by the work bench silently for a minute or two.

  “So how you feeling?”, I asked breaking the silence.

  “Pretty, fucking, good!”, she drawled out. I laughed, and she playfully slapped my right arm, while cutting her eyes at me in a sheepish, playful, way.

  “I think we should try to get the truck started, and then get the Mustang into the barn.”, I offered, “You never know whether or not someone may be so intently looking for us, that they may be using aircraft. I think it best that we assume that they might. In fact, I could kick myself for not thinking to get it in here, just after daylight this morning.”

  “Well,”, Lori offered, “Your head was otherwise occupied this morning. And, by the way.”, she said grinning. “Very, effectively, occupied.”

  “Why, thank you Mam!”, I hammed it up, grinning back at her, “My aim is to please!”

  “And, please you did!”, she sighed.

  “Now!”, changing her tone, “I think,”, she paused, “No. I know, you are right about the aircraft. Let’s get that truck started!” And with that sh
e smacked me on the ass, as she walked off toward the truck.

  “Hey!”, I called after her.

  “Yeah?” she responded, looking over her shoulder at me with a raised eyebrow. I just smiled and shook my head. She turned back toward the truck, and walked away with her hips swaying beneath the red dress. I had wanted to tell her just how wonderful I thought she was, and how beautiful she really was, but the words just wouldn’t form. I took a deep breath and followed her over to the old truck.

  Chapter Five

  Preparing to Ride

  What we don’t know would kill us, but for the grace provided by what we do know.

  “Wow! You do use your head for other things!”, Lori said, more seriously this time. She was surprised to learn, that while she showered this morning, I had already inspected the truck, and moved the gasoline and battery from the Mustang. I raised the side opening, hood of the truck, on the left side, where the carburetor and breather cap were mounted, revealing the straight line six-cylinder engine.

  As I began removing the wing nut off of the top of the breather cap, Lori asked, “So you know about this stuff?”

  “A little.”, I answered honestly. “When I was a kid, I would help my dad work on some of these old-style engines, with distributors, coils, points, and actual carburetors. That was all before fuel injection and electronics made their way into the automotive world. He loved tinkering on those old cars. He had a fifty-five, Ford Victoria, and an original sixty-four, Mustang, with the original 289 v-eight engine.”

  “Wow!”, she sounded truly impressed, “Do you, or he, still have them?”

  “No.”, I replied, “They were both sold at auction when Dad died. I was sixteen and didn’t have a say in it.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” she stated sympathetically, “about your father”, she hesitated, “and the Fords.”