by Jake Logan
9
Slocum had pulled off his shirt and his boots. He was unfastening his jeans when the door to his room opened. He looked over his shoulder to see Myrtle. She stood there a moment, the door still partially open, and she was a silhouette against the light in the other room. “You mind if I come in?” she asked.
“Shut the door and come on,” he said.
She stepped in and turned to shut the door and latch it. “Do you mind some company?” she said. “How’s your shoulder?”
“Lady,” he said, moving to the lamp on the table, “everything on me is working just fine.” He struck a match and lit the lamp, then turned the flame down low.
“You want a light on?” she asked.
“You’ve seen me,” he said. “Now I get to see you.”
“All right,” she said. She sat in a chair and pulled off her boots. Then she stood and unfastened her jeans. Slocum watched her in eager anticipation as she slowly lowered her jeans to reveal shapely legs. Her britches down on the floor, she pulled first one bare foot, then the other loose from the rumpled denim and kicked the jeans aside. She crossed her arms, taking hold of the tail of her shirt, and pulled it up over her head. Then she shook her head to get her hair back out of her face. She stood there in glorious nakedness, and Slocum was thrilled.
His eyes traveled from her bare feet up her long and lovely legs to the dark bush that hid damp treasures. Her hips were wide and smooth, and her waist was narrow. Her belly was flat and firm, and further up a bountiful pair of breasts thrust themselves eagerly toward him, their nipples large and hard and begging to be licked and sucked. She bent over to pick up her shirt and jeans, then turned to drop them on the chair behind her, but really, she turned to show him her ample ass. Slocum felt the tool between his legs begin to stiffen and push itself against his jeans. He shoved them down and stepped out of them as she moved toward him, her mouth slightly open, her lips wet and inviting.
She stepped up close, put her arms around his shoulders, and pressed her whole nakedness against his. Her tits were mashed against his chest, and his cock throbbed against her belly. She tilted her head back as he leaned forward to place his lips on hers, and their tongues darted into each other’s mouths and roamed and probed. Slocum put his hands on her head and ran his fingers deep into her thick blond hair, pulling her face harder against his own. Her hands slid down his back to first grip his ass cheeks, then move around to grasp his stiff rod and full balls. His cock jumped in her hand.
They relaxed the kiss and backed off slightly from one another, feeling each other’s hot breath against their faces. Slocum stepped back slightly and sat down on the edge of the bed. He put his hands on her slender waist and turned her around, then pulled her back toward him. She got the idea quickly, arched her back, thrust her ass at him, then lowered herself to sit on his cock, taking its full length up into her ready, wet cunt. She sat down hard on him with all her weight, and she gasped out loud at the thrill of it.
Slocum sucked in a deep breath, held it a moment, then expelled it in a long sigh. God, she was smooth and silky inside, and the muscles of her living cunt began to squeeze his rod up and down its length. She started to rock on his thighs, shoving her ass back against his belly and drawing it forward again, slowly back and forth, then a little faster and harder. It was wonderful, but Slocum was inactive. He was again the recipient of her delights. This time he wanted a more active role to play. He lifted her slightly off his lap, then a little higher, until only the head of his cock was still inside her pussy. Then he lowered her again. She picked up on that idea and bounced up and down on him, splashing her juices on his thighs with a lovely squishing sound.
As she rose again, he lifted her all the way off. His wet cock slapped back against his belly as it was suddenly released from her wet cavern of delight. He stood up and guided her to the bed, putting her on her back. She smiled at him and spread her legs wide apart. He crawled between them, and she reached for the sticky, wet shaft to guide it back into her pleasure hole. Slocum drove it all the way in, and she gasped and lifted her legs, thrusting upward with her own hips, grinding against him. Then they were still for a moment, savoring the feel of the deep penetration. The walls of her cunt squeezed him up and down, and his cock throbbed inside her.
Then he started to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and harder, pounding against her pelvis, his rod driving deep and hard into her cunt, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. Her breathing turned to fast, breathy panting, and with each thrust her lips let out a small whimper. “Uh, uh, uh.”
Slocum slowed his pace and continued his thrusts more slowly. He wasn’t ready to unload in this lovely cunt—not just yet. Then he pulled out again and straightened himself up on his knees there between her wide-spread legs. He looked down at the wet and gleaming pussy there before him. “Turn over,” he said.
She flopped quickly over onto her belly, then crawled up on her knees, her round, tight ass shoving itself up towards him. He grasped his rod and poked it back into her luscious cunt and resumed pounding his flesh against hers. “Ah,” she cried. “Oh, God. Fuck me, John. Fuck me hard.” He slammed his pelvis against her lovely ass over and over again, driving his rod deep into her willing cunt. Juice ran down the inside of her thighs and down the length of his rod and onto his balls.
Suddenly Slocum felt the building surge inside him. It was as if he would explode from deep down inside his balls with the tremendous pressure that had developed there. He pounded harder and faster, and then it came. He shot a load deep inside her cunt, and then another and another. He kept thrusting, beating his body against hers, feeling more release with each spurt, and then finally it was over. He stayed inside her, breathing deeply, not moving. At last she broke the silence. “God,” she said, “you flooded me. That was wonderful.”
He backed out, turned, and fell back onto the bed there beside her. His wet cock, now limp, lay back on his belly. She turned to kiss him on the lips, and her hand roamed down his chest and belly to the wet and sticky cock. She gripped it in her hand and slid her fingers up and down its length. Finally she moved away, got out of bed, and walked to the table across the room. She picked up a towel there, dipped it into the water bowl, wrung it out, and went back to the bed. Crawling up beside him, she began to wash the come juices off his cock and balls and belly and thighs.
“I knew you’d be a great lover, John,” she said. “I’ve just been dying for this night.”
“I’ve been pretty anxious for it myself,” he said.
She laid the wet towel on the bedside table and snuggled up against him, her head on his chest. One hand still held his cock. “Um,” she said. “I love it.” She raised her head and kissed him tenderly on the lips, and he put an arm around her and held her close. She crawled on top of him, and the feel of the whole length of her nakedness against him was as if he had died and gone to some kind of heaven. Just then, his cock surprised him by starting to stir again. It surprised Myrtle too as she felt it rise up between her legs.
John,” she said, ”what a surprise.”
“Yes,” he said, and wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over, placing himself on top again. She reached down with both her hands and guided his cock back into the depths of her still-juicy cunt, and they made quiet love for a long time. At last, Slocum felt the buildup inside his balls again, and for a short time he pumped hard and fast and then the release came suddenly. He rolled off to her side.
“That was lovely,” she said, and kissed him tenderly. Again she washed him, and they lay side by side quietly until they both slept.
Slocum slept hard. It was the morning sun coming in through the window that woke him up at last. He opened his eyes to see a vision of glorious womanhood sitting beside him on the bed, looking down at him with a slight smile on her face. “You were sleeping so well,” Myrtle said. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
He reached up to put a hand on her shoulder.
“You want some
coffee?” she asked him.
“No,” he said. “Not yet. I want you.”
He pulled her toward him for a kiss, and she reached for his cock. It reacted quickly, stiffening to her touch. Slocum thought that he had taken so much pleasure from her body the night before, it was time to give her as much as he could. He pulled her over on top, and she eased herself down on his rod. She started to rock gently.
Then she rocked faster and faster, and then she began to tremble, and then her body jerked with the intense pleasure that sent waves of shock through her body. She kept going, and the surge of pleasure intensified. She gasped and moaned. “Oh, God,” she said. “Oh, God.” She rocked harder, almost viciously, as if she would tear the cock right off his body with her rocking and thrusting, and the slimy wetness that developed between their two bodies gave her a wonderful surface on which to thrust. Her climax continued as she kept up the pace.
It built in intensity until her moans grew louder, and Slocum was sure that everyone in the house could hear her. He didn’t care. It was wonderful what was happening to Myrtle. He could tell that she was enjoying the greatest pleasure a woman could experience. She was having one long orgasm that just wouldn’t quit, and she wouldn’t let it quit. She kept rocking and thrusting, sliding on his pelvis, jerking his rod back and forth with her motions, fucking him as hard as she could fuck, as if her life and everything in the whole world depended on the fury of this one magnificent fuck.
Then, at last, she threw her head back and heaved an audible sigh. “Ah,” she said, “Oh, God, John, I can’t stand it any longer. Any more would kill me. I know it would.” She reached around behind herself, down below her own ass and farther, until she found his balls, and she gripped them hard. Slocum thrust upward with a start. He thrust again and his cock gushed forth a massive load into her already soppy cunt. A mixture of both their body juices ran down Slocum’s balls and her hand, which still held them tight.
She cleaned them off once again, and they got out of bed and into their clothes. Myrtle walked to the door and opened it. She hesitated there, and Slocum stepped up behind her. Looking over her shoulder, he saw what she had seen. The others were sitting at the big table, and all eyes were looking at them. all faces wearing knowing expressions. “Well, hell,” Slocum said, his voice low in her ear, “let’s go on and get ourselves some coffee and breakfast.”
Myrtle. with a sudden resolve, tossed her head and walked proudly into the main room.
“I am in a position,” she said out loud for all to hear, “to announce without any doubt that John Slocum is fully recovered from his wound.”
Julia had already laid out a sumptuous breakfast. When Slocum and Myrtle approached the table, she stood up. “Both of you sit down,” she said. “I’ll serve you. I doubt if either one of you has any strength left.”
Joiner guffawed. “I guess she said it right.”
Slocum pulled out a chair for Myrtle to sit in, then seated himself beside her. “Chuckie boy,” he said, “we ain’t made no comments about your activities upstairs. What happens behind closed bedroom doors ain’t no one else’s business.”
Bobby and Eddie both looked down into their plates. Both their faces were flushed. Slocum thought that those two men were most likely suffering mightily, knowing what was going on in two bedrooms of the big house at night. He decided that something ought to be done about that. If it could be done without endangering them all.
Julia brought out coffee for Slocum and Myrtle, then went back into the kitchen for their plates. She came back out and put plates before them. Then the platters of eggs, potatoes, bacon, and biscuits and the bowl of gravy were all passed to them. Slocum thought that he would be able to eat until all the food was gone from all the platters, but he was a little surprised when Myrtle dished herself out generous second helpings of everything. Finished with their meals at last, they all sat around the table having one more cup of coffee.
“Today’s the day for setting up our big meeting,” Slocum said. “Who’s going to spread the word?”
“It has to be some of us,” Joiner said. “You’re a stranger to everyone around here.”
“I’ll stay and keep an eye on things here,” Slocum said.
“I ought to go,” Cobb said. “I think folks trust me, and I think they’ll accept the authority of my badge.”
“That’s good,” Slocum said. “How many of them can you get around to in just one day?”
“I think I can get to most of them,” Cobb said. “Course, ole Brick Thurman’s way on east of here. I wouldn’t be able to get to him the same day, not and get back here.”
“I’ll go see Brick,” Joiner said. “He’s an old friend. No matter what kind of lies Harman has spread about me, Brick will trust me. He’ll believe what I say.”
“I’ll ride along with you,” Julia said. “If I have to stay in the house much longer I’ll go crazy. I feel almost like we’re in jail here.”
Joiner looked at Slocum. “You think that’d be all right?” he asked. “For Julia to ride along?”
“Just be careful,” Slocum said. “Keep your eyes open. Don’t let any of Harman’s bunch see you. Likely, after what’s happened to them, they’ll be hanging together in Rat’s Nest. Even so, be careful. That goes for you too, Eddie.”
“Don’t worry,” Cobb said. “I’ll be watching in every direction all at the same time. I ain’t anxious to get myself filled full of lead.”
“All right,” Slocum said. “How soon can we get this meeting called for?”
“Tomorrow morning,” said Cobb. “By the time I get the word spread all over out this direction, most of the day will be gone. Best I can do is ask folks to gather up here in the morning.”
“That makes sense to me.” said Joiner.
“Tomorrow morning then,” Slocum said. “You all best get going then. Me and Bobby and Myrtle will keep our eyes on things here while you’re gone.”
The women packed some trail food for Eddie Cobb and for Joiner and Julia. Then each of the riders selected a revolver and a rifle. They also packed plenty of ammunition just in case. They saddled three of the best horses, and then rode off together down the lane. Later, out on the road, they would part company, Cobb going one way, Joiner and Julia the other. Slocum, Bobby, and Myrtle stood on the porch watching them until they were out of sight. Slocum found himself wishing that he had some chore to send Bobby on too, so that he could be alone with Myrtle. He knew that was a foolish thought. Alone with Myrtle, he would have to stay alert in case of a sneak attack from Harman’s men.
He thought about taking Myrtle back to bed and letting Bobby stand watch, but that thought made him feel guilty. He wouldn’t really be able to enjoy himself, knowing that for his own selfish pleasure he was letting someone else do the work, someone who was without his own woman and therefore frustrated. It just wouldn’t feel right. Even so, Slocum was lusting for more adventures with the naked loveliness of Myrtle. Damn, but she was good. He had never had anyone like her. Had never known anyone like her.
She could cook and she could shoot. She was cool under fire and under pressure. Nothing ruffled her. Her company was pleasant, and her lovemaking was out of this world. Slocum found himself wondering if he could actually settle down after all these years. If there had ever been a woman who could make him do it, Myrtle was the one. They would get Joiner his ranch back, and Slocum was sure that he would be able to stay on there for as long as he might want to. He could make a home there, a home for himself and ... He tried to stop himself from thinking in that direction. It frightened him, and that surprised him.
But he ... He stopped himself again. He had almost said, albeit only in his mind, had almost said that he loved her. He refused to allow himself to have that thought, or at least to fully express it. He did have strong feelings for her, he allowed his brain to say. He could live with her. He could make a home with her. Or could he? Would it work? And would it be worth the pain he would ultimately cause himself and her
to try it out for a while, only to have to abandon it later?
He had a hell of a dilemma, and he asked himself if it was worth it, for all of the intense pleasure they had given one another, to wind up with this problem. He thought about the events of last night and early this morning. He tried to recall the beauty of her naked body, the feel of that flesh against his own, the sensations of—Hell, yes, he told himself. It had damn sure been worth it. The times he had spent with her, the things they done together, it was all worth anything that could possibly happen to him. It was worth having taken the slug in his shoulder, for if that had not happened to him, he would have ignored Joiner’s pleas for his help and ridden on west alone.
What a thought. He was actually grateful to whichever of Harman’s gunnies had drilled him. The man had brought him to all the wonder of Myrtle’s pleasure house. He would have to try to figure out which one of the bastards had dry-gulched him, find the right grave, and go put a flower on it or something. Myrtle and her joyous and wonderful lovemaking were well worth a bullet, were worth fighting a whole army alone, were worth fighting a panther bare-handed. She was worth whole worlds, and he sure had a lot of things to think about.
Slocum settled down. He tried to picture himself sitting comfortably before a roaring fire, his slippered feet propped up on a plush hassock. He saw himself behind a counter in a general store counting out change for a gray-haired woman who had just purchased a bolt of cloth. Then he saw himself standing in a field, a hoe in his hands, wearing a pair of loose-fitting denim overalls, with a straw hat on his head. The sun was beating down from overhead, and he was mopping his forehead with a red bandanna.
And then a final image flashed into his mind. He saw himself standing alone in a room, a howling infant nestled in each of his arms. Twins. With a sense of horror and impending doom, he shook the frightening images out of his head. God, he thought. That was a close call. But just when he thought that he had cleared his head, the other images returned to haunt him, the more pleasant ones, the images of the sleek, delightful body, the remembrances of the deep and wonderful pleasures it had given him.
