by T. S. Hill
Slowly, as she performed these maneuvers, her pussy was inching down on my cock, enveloping a little more with each cycle. I was going mad with desire and she was setting me aflame with scorching passion. At the end of her torturously slow but bliss giving dance, she was squatting, straddling me, with the full extension of my cock firmly planted in her warm pussy. I could feel her strong vaginal muscles pulsing around my cock, even as she continued to undulate her torso.
Slowly she began moving up, in the same manner that she had lowered herself, until only the head of my cock was left inside of her, and then she moved all the way back down again, with the same slow pace. With her next slow rise up the length of my pulsing cock, she pulled completely off. For a moment I was lost, then she knelt beside me placing her hands on my chest, looking into my eyes in a loving way that I had never had a woman look at me.
She whispered to me, “Now,”, then paused. “I’m going to get all of your cum, and my pussy-cunt juice, inside me, so I can savor it, and love it, just like I promised. Keep your hands to the blanket.”, she admonished me, as she moved away toward my feet.
She pulled off my boots and then slid my used jeans completely off of my legs. With a hand on each ankle, she lightly applied pressure, and spread my legs until I was spread eagle.
Then, she slowly crawled, on the right side, back toward my head, stretching her legs out beyond my head and hands, and placing her left arm across my hips. With her right hand, she gently grasped my balls, and began tenderly massaging them.
“All comfy?”, she all but whispered in that same husky, sexy, voice as before.
“Oh, yeah!”, I groaned. Next, I felt her tongue flicking gently against the head of my cock, then placing her lips over it, she began to swirl her tongue around it as she worked her mouth a short distance down my shaft and back up. She continued to carefully massage my balls, and began to whimper and moan herself.
With each movement of her head, she began to take her lips a little further down my cock, and then back up to the head. Finally, her lips touched my ball sack, and I knew that my raging cock was deep in her throat.
Holding my balls, she began to gently pull and push me in and out of her mouth and throat with a regular rhythm. She continued to whimper and moan, and I began to groan as the urgency built deep in my loins. The more, and louder, I groaned, the faster she moved her head up and down the length of my shaft.
My ecstasy was growing each time her lips moved from the base of my cock to the rim of its head. I was feeling so overcome with pleasure, that I tightly gripped my own hair at the sides of my head.
I felt the wave of orgasm coming and cried out loudly, “Ahhhhh!” She pulled her mouth back up my trembling shaft and kept the upper third of it in her mouth. Removing her right hand from my balls, she grabbed the base of my cock with both hands, and began sliding her hands up and down the exposed length, the pussy juice she had left on my cock, and the saliva from her mouth, lubricating the whole action.
I let out a loud primal roar as I released the first hot spurt of my cum into her mouth. She continued to go up and down on the upper portion of my cock with her mouth, while working her hands completely in sync.
Four more spurts of my cum shot into her mouth. Each one felt huge, and each one took away a chunk of the agony of anticipation that I had been suffering. I could feel her swallowing it, without removing her mouth, or breaking the rhythmic pumping that her head and hands were giving me. Finally, there were two smaller and weaker spurts, and I felt my cock begin to relax in her mouth.
I lay still, but she continued to hold my cock in her mouth, gently moving her tongue around it, and occasionally, I could feel her swallowing. When she did pull my flaccid cock out of her mouth, she began to lick and kiss it. She literally washed my cock with her tongue, and frequently took it all back into her mouth, and drawing it between her taunt lips, milked out the last of my cum.
When she seemed satisfied that she had taken it all in, she gave my cock a final lick from the base up its length, and a final sweet lip kiss to the tip.
“There!”, she stated, sounding content. She raised up and looked at me with a look of pride of accomplishment on her face, “Now I’ve got all of your cum, and my pussy juice, inside me, so I can savor and love it, just like I said I would.”
I finally spoke, “Lori, that seemed an awful lot like tender, sweet, and romantic sex.”
“It was.”, she answered in a sweet innocent sounding voice, that reminded me of the ring of fine crystal.
“You told me that you only do that with some one that you really care about.”, I offered, and held my breath for her response.
“And, share my heart with.”, she finished for me, and then added, “and that’s true.”
With Lori still draped across my middle, I let her answer sink in a bit, then finally spoke again, “That was wonderful Lori.”
“That pleased you?”, her crystal voice whispered back to me.”
“That pleased me. You always please me.”, I whispered back to her. She hugged me tight, and I brought my arms and hands back into play, holding her tightly. After a few minutes of cuddling, I broke the silence again.
“This is wonderful.”, I said, in my normal voice.
Raising her head and looking into my eyes again, she said, “Yes, it is!”
Looking back into her eyes, I simply agreed, “Yes, it is!” She laid her head back down on my stomach and I heard her sigh. I wanted to never let go of this marvelous woman.
I had lost all consciousness of my troubles, as I lay there with Lori, stretched out on the blanket by the fire pit, and was lazily basking in the afterglow of the amazing performance that Lori had gifted me. My mind was nowhere else but in the moment with her. But, given that when something can go wrong, it will; it did.
I don’t know exactly when I may have first heard the droning of a plane engine, but I do know that it was almost upon us before I became aware of it. The loud engine sound of the fast flying plane bust out of the darkness and then zooming maybe a hundred and fifty feet above our heads, passed over the barn roof, and then was gone.
Lori jumped straight up and shouted, “What the fuck was that!”
“It’s just a plane.”, I tried to assure her.
“Airplanes fly in the fucking sky!” she screamed. “What the fuck is it doing down here?”
“I don’t know.”, I drawled, “but it worries me a bit.
“Maybe we need to get the fuck out of here?”, she drawled back at me with a sarcastic tone.
“It’s probably nothing.”, I told her, “Just some rich rancher coming in from Dallas or Huston, maybe.”
“I don’t like it!”, Lori adamantly stated.
“Yeah, same here. But, we’re probably just overreacting. You know, as if I weren’t on edge already, yesterday pretty much permanently planted me, squarely on the edge.”
“Put you on edge cowboy?”, she snapped back at me. “Hell! Yesterday knocked me off the fucking edge!”
A moment of silence passed between us, as we grasped what had happened. We were both standing there, side by side, looking up into the sky, toward the path that the plane had flown. After few seconds. she slipped her hand into mine. I gripped it back. I was glad that she did it, because I had suddenly felt stupid for standing naked in the dark, staring up into the sky. Holding hands gave me an excuse. Besides, it felt nice.
“You’re probably right cowboy.”, she told me, sighing, “It’s probably just some rancher.”
“Let’s get inside.”, I suggested.
“Yeah,”, she replied, letting go of my hand.
We dressed, gathered up our things, and then headed back to the barn. Just before we went in, I glanced back up into the sky in the direction that the plane had flown. I still felt a little uneasy about that flyover. I just couldn’t shake it.
After we were back inside, I found some chain in the tool room, and secured it around the various bolts and hardware that were attached to t
he inside of the two sliding barn doors. As we only had the one flashlight and not wanting to burn the dangerous lanterns in the barn, Lori came with me. There was another flashlight in my survival bag in the truck, but I preferred to leave it there until it was truly needed.
When I had finished with the chains, Lori looked at me, with a serious look on her face, and simply said, “Thank you!” We left the extinguished lanterns there by the doors, and took our clothes, the Colts, and blanket toward the hay loft. As a final thought, we made a detour by the truck and I picked up the jar of udder crème.
“You might be needing this again.”, I commented.
“Why, thank you cowboy!” she cooed back at me, “that’s thoughtful of you!”
“I aim to please Mam.”, I bantered back.
“Oh, you always do cowboy!”, she countered with a musical tone in her voice, “You always do!”
“Sweetheart, so do you!”, I replied.
After we had evened out some of the loose hay on which to make our bed, Lori spread the blanket out. After I arranged our clothes over a nearby hay bale, I carefully placed the two Colts next to the blanket.
In my mind, I began to review all of the preparations that we had made for leaving the next morning, and was wondering if we had forgotten anything. As I do often when I am lost in thought, I was staring off into nowhere, and not paying attention.
“Oh, cowboy.”, Lori called out to me in a playful voice.
“Yes!”, I answered quickly, as I snapped out of my thought cloud. Turning around, I saw that she was on her knees on the blanket, with her head down, and her fine rounded ass raised, facing me.
As I gazed at her beautiful, red whelped, ass cheeks, which were perfectly sandwiching her wonderful pussy, she asked in a tired voice, “Can you put some of the crème on my ass, please? It’s sorta burning a little again.”
“Sure, Sweetheart!”, I answered her, as I jumped to get the jar of udder crème. I knelt behind her and gently applied the crème. She didn’t complain any this time, while I rubbed the crème on. When I had finished, I sat back and inspected my work.
“Feel better?”, I asked.
“Yes, thanks, cowboy.”, she answered. Then on an uncontrollable impulse, I leaned in, and planted a quick lip kiss on her pussy.
“Good night, Sweetheart.”, I told her.
“Good night cowboy.”, she replied sleepily. As she stretched out on her tummy, I crawled around beside her, and laid on my back. She turned her head to face me and started giggling.
“What?”, I asked, turning off the flashlight.
“You’ve got udder crème on your nose.”, she said.
“If it’s still there in the morning, be sure to tell me”, I said interrupting my yawn. In the darkness, she moved tightly up against me, and I opened out my right arm, for her to pillow her head on. She placed her bent arm across my middle, with her hand flat on my chest. Her right leg slid over mine, and that was the last that I remember of that night.
Chapter Eight
Cooking in a Fire Pit
Why is it that we find the hells we create around ourselves to be the hardest to escape?
We must have slept soundly, because we were still in the same position when we were both awakened by the loud whacking noise of helicopters overhead.
Lori and I both bolted upright simultaneously, and in unison spat out a loud, “Oh! Shit!” As we scrambled to get dressed, we could hear the choppers landing in the clearing, out in front of the barn. Finally, halfassedly dressed, we scrambled down the loft ladder.
Lori asked nervously, “Where can we go?”
“There’s nowhere to go to.”, I answered. There’s open fields and spaces all around here. No place to hide.”
“Where can we hide in here?”, she quickly asked.
“Nowhere that we can’t be found, and cornered.”, I answered, to her disappointed look.
“Okay, then what?”, she asked, looking at me sternly, “We stand our ground and fight it out?” My brain began catching up to my body’s alarm response.
“Before we start shooting, let’s see who’s out there.”, I offered.
“Hmmm. Good idea.”, she answered quietly.
“Get behind the truck.”, I instructed her. I’ll go up front and see if I can see anything through the door cracks. She moved behind the truck and I slipped toward the front doors.
We could hear voices already. Men shouting at each other with urgency in their voices. Just as I reached the front of the old barn, I heard a voice that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“Open that damn door!”, the unmistakable voice of Sam Milinni said.
“We’re fucked!”, I said under my breath. Milinni never went anywhere without an army of his henchmen. The fact that he was here, had to mean that he was on to me, and somehow, had found me. The fact that there was more than one chopper, meant he definitely had an army with him.
My muscles tightened, and my pulse quickened. Mentally, I began preparing myself for the worst. A few seconds went by before I heard one of the huge sliding doors rattle.
“It seems to be locked, Mr. Milinni!”, I heard a voice call out, and then Milinni’s voice again, ordering two more of his goons to help. First one door and then the other shook and rattled repeatedly.
“He’s right sir!”, I heard one of them say, “They both seem to be locked.” Milinni cursed loudly, and then ordered men around both sides of the barn. I listened to the heard of footsteps running. As the footsteps quieted, I ventured near a crack in the door. I could see two helicopters sitting in the opening, with their pilots standing alongside them. As I shifted right, I could see two men in suits standing by.
One of them had an AR style rifle in his hands and the other was pulling a pistol from beneath his coat. Just as I shifted left, Milinni himself came into view, just a few feet from the door. I quickly drew back. If shooting that son of a bitch would have enabled me to get Lori out of there, I would have done it right there and then. But, the reality was, it would have just gotten us both killed.
I leaned back from the crack, so as to not be seen through it, about the same time as Milinni stepped up to the joint between the doors and shook both of them violently. Perhaps, satisfied for himself that they were locked on the inside, he stepped back.
I leaned forward, near the crack, and watched him walk past the two goons with guns, where he turned and stood behind them. My mind was reeling with dumb ideas of how to get out of this situation. I couldn’t think of any good ones, but I sure as hell wasn’t walking out that door to certain death.
Just then, one of the men trotted from around the barn, an AR in one hand, and our cooking pot in the other. He reported to Milinni privately.
Another man came jogging from the other side of the barn and yelled out, “The back doors are locked too, sir. There’s no other way in there! There’s one door on the side, but it opens to an old corn crib that has no entrance into the main barn.”
“I figured this!”, Milinni shouted and waiving his arm, screamed angrily, “Get the fucking gasoline! Oh, hell yeah! Somebody’s in there! That pot of shit they had on that fire out back, digging up fucking yams, these tire tracks, the damn doors locked from the inside. Hell yeah! They’re in there all right!”
The man that had reported to Milinni, and the one with the pistol, both rushed over to one of the choppers and bringing out two, army style, five gallon, fuel cans, headed back toward the barn.
A couple of more men came from around the right side of the bar and Milinni waved at them, shouting, “Get two more men, and get the rest of it!” One of them called out a name that I couldn’t make out and soon, I saw six of the gas cans heading toward the barn.
“Spread it all the way around!”, Milinni barked. Then called one by name, “Harry! Put extra on those doors! I want this to be toasty!” Then I heard an order, that made my heart nearly stop. “Jimbo! Put a bolt in that hasp. Make damn sure nobody comes out of there!” They all began
pouring gasoline on the walls of the barn. Two men poured two of the five gallon cans on the doors alone.
When they were finished, Milinni literally screamed, “I know that you are in there! Nobody locks their barn from the inside he shouted. There’s no other way out but this door!” “You’ve got thirty seconds to come through this door, or you’re dead!”
It had only been ten seconds or so, when I heard Milinni scream out, “Fifteen seconds! This is your final fifteen seconds!”, he yelled, raising his right hand into the air and holding it. About one second later, he dropped his arm, and turned blood red in the face as he screamed, “Light the son of a bitch!” Suddenly all I could see through the crack was an inferno, and flames licked through the lower cracks all the way across the breadth of the doors.
Then I heard Milinni yelling at his men again, “Let’s not get caught here boys. Load up!”
I backed away from the huge sliding doors, unsure of what to do next. I could see smoke beginning to come in through wall board cracks, on both sides of the structure. And, when I glanced up, I saw that the roof area was already filling with a thick layer of smoke.
As we heard the helicopter engines revving, along with the prop blades beginning their spin up, Lori ran up beside me and pulled on my arm.
“C’mon Stan!’, She yelled in a panic. “We’ve got to get out of here!”
“Not yet.”, I told her, trying to be calm. We could hear the choppers began lifting off, and the wind from their blades blew flames through the cracks in the doors, along with dust, and more smoke. “Get in the truck!”, I yelled to Lori and gave her a push in that direction. As soon as the draft from the choppers stopped blowing flames through the door cracks, I grabbed the chain that I had wrapped on the inside hardware and threw it across the barn.
The steel chain was already near intolerably hot. Looking around me, I spied the two kerosene lanterns and grabbed one, pulling the fuel cap off, and pouring its contents on the left door, near the edge where it met the other door. Then, I grabbed the second lantern, and started back to the doors with it.
