by JR Roberts
“Thanks for the warning,” he said, wondering if she and Teresa already knew what he and Loretta had been up to in the barn.
“’night, Clint.”
“Goodnight, Belinda.”
She finally moved away from the door, and walked off down the hall.
Clint walked to the door and looked out, saw that the hallway was now empty. He checked the door to see if it had a lock.
~*~
When Belinda got downstairs she found Loretta and Teresa waiting for her in the dining room.
“What?” she asked.
“What took so long?” Loretta asked. “You only had to show him to his room.”
“He wanted to talk to me.”
“Sit down,” Loretta told her little sister.
They all took a seat at the table, Loretta at the head. Teresa and Belinda on either side on a bench.
“We have to keep him here,” Loretta said.
Teresa’s face brightened.
“You tried him already?”
Loretta nodded.
“In the barn.”
“How was he?” Belinda asked. “Is he pretty? My man wasn’t pretty down there.” She made a face at the memory.
“Mine, neither,” Teresa said.
“He was good,” Loretta said. “He didn’t just climb on top of me and have his way.”
“Ooh,” Belinda said, “I wish my man had been like that.”
“Well, he wasn’t,” Teresa said. “He was just like mine, a pig who wanted his and got it quick, then went to sleep.”
“Well,” Loretta said, “obviously all men ain’t like that.”
“I knew it!” Belinda said, loudly.
“Shh,” Loretta said, “keep your voice down. We don’t want him to hear us.”
“I knew he’d be different,” Belinda went on, lowering her voice. “I knew it when I saw him.”
“How could you know that?’ Loretta asked. “You have no experience with men. You only had that one.”
“I could just tell,” Belinda insisted.
“She’s right,” Teresa said.
Loretta looked at her middle sister. “You, too?”
“He’s just different,” Teresa said, “You could tell right away.”
“How?”
“The way he looked at us,” Teresa said. “Not the way other men did.”
Loretta thought a moment, then said, “You might be right. I got naked in front of him, and he didn’t come at me.”
“What’d he do?” Belinda asked.
“Tried to talk me out of it, but I didn’t let him,” Loretta said.
“See?” Belinda said. “Different.”
“Yeah, well in the end he rolled in the hay with me.”
Teresa smiled and spoke to Belinda.
“Look at her,” she said. “Loretta ain’t had a shine on her like this in a long time.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Belinda said.
“Shut up, both of you. Did you tell him to wash up down here?” Loretta asked Belinda.
“I did.”
“Then we better get out of here,” she said. “We don’t wanna be here when he comes down.”
“Well,” Teresa said, “not all three of us.”
~*~
When Clint felt he’d waited long enough he walked back downstairs, still wearing his shirt and jeans, but barefoot. His shirt was unbuttoned, because he planned to wash up quickly and then go back to his room.
He entered the kitchen, saw that the ladies had left a towel and some soap for him. He walked to the sink and grabbed the pump handle, was about to start using it when he heard something behind him. He turned and saw Teresa standing there, just inside the door. The front buttons of her dress were undone, and she had one hand inside her bodice, stroking herself.
“You might not wanna wash up just yet,” she said.
Nine
“Teresa—”
“Don’t,” she said. “I ain’t here to talk.”
“Somebody might come down,” he said.
“No,” she said, “they won’t.”
“So this is all planned?” he asked. “The barn, the kitchen ... what’s next?”
“I don’t care about the barn or what comes next,” she said. “I only care about now.”
She moved her hand, worked the dressed down off her smooth, rounded shoulders. From there she used both hands and pulled it down to her waist. Her naked breasts bobbed into view, her nipples already hard. Her breasts had the same heavy undersides as Loretta’s, although they were slightly smaller—but only slightly.
The scent of her filled the room, and he noticed that although they were sisters, Loretta and Teresa had a different smell when they were aroused. Different, but just as exciting.
She walked to him, her dress still bunched around her waist. When she reached him she put her hands inside his shirt and slid it off him, dropping it to the floor. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
“My man rutted like a pig,” she told him. “You’re not like that.”
“How can you tell?” he asked.
She smiled. “I can tell.”
She backed up and dropped her dress the rest of the way to the floor, stepped out of it and kicked it away. Her smile was radiant, her skin pale and flawless, except where the sun had burnt it brown. He had more time to look at her than he’d had in the barn with Loretta. Her mouth did not have the hard set to it that her sister’s did, probably because Loretta was the oldest, the one who was looking out for the other two. Without that pressure Teresa’s face had not earned those extra worry lines. Still, her face did not have the natural beauty that both Loretta and Belinda’s faces did. Instead, she was attractive, but became absolutely lovely when she smiled.
Teresa stepped forward again, put her hands on Clint’s belt, then pulled them away when she felt the gun there.
“Oh!”
“Sorry,” he said, taking the gun from his belt, “but it goes wherever I go.” He set it aside, within easy reach, then undid his own belt and dropped his jeans and underwear to the floor, where he also kicked them away.
“Oh yes,” she said, looking at his hardening penis, obviously pleased. She reached out one hand and took hold of him, stroking him lightly. “My husband’s was ugly, with veins and extra skin ... but, oh my, yours is so pretty.”
“You’re the pretty one,” he said, putting his hands on her breasts, brushing her nipples with his thumbs.
“Oooh,” she moaned, at the touch of his fingertips, “that’s so nice.”
“Your husband didn’t do this?” he asked, still lightly brushing her nipples.
“Oh no,” she said, “when he did touch me he left bruises. He was not a gentle man.”
“That’s too bad,” he said, gliding his hands over her shoulders, then beneath her breasts to cup them. “Your skin is so smooth it should be touched gently.”
He lifted her breasts in his hands, bent his head and kissed her nipples, and the skin around them.
“Oh God,” she said, tightening her hand around him. He sucked her nipples, bit them lightly, then went down to his knees so that she had to release his cock. He kissed her belly, slid his hands around to cup her buttocks and, as she leaned on his shoulders with her hands, he pressed his face to the tangle of hair between her thighs. He inhaled her heady scent, then probed with his tongue until he found her wetness.
“Oh,” she said, “what’re you doin’?”
“Your husband never tasted you?” he asked.
“Oh, no, he never did ... that!”
He lapped at her slickness with his tongue, abruptly rose slid his hands beneath her arms and lifted her up onto the counter next to the sink.
“Just relax,” he said. He spread her legs, and once again bent to the task of licking her.
“Oh ... my ... God ...” she gasped, leaning back on her hands.
As quickly as he licked up her slick juices she grew even more wet,
soaking his cheeks and chin. Finally, he stood and positioned the head of his cock and, while looking into her eyes, slid himself into her.
“Oooooh,” she groaned, letting her head fall back as he slowly began to fuck her. He used one hand to clean her juices from his face. He didn’t mind, but didn’t know how she’d reac6t if he tried to kiss her that way. Apparently, a lot of this was new to her.
He leaned on the counter and continued to pump in and out of her as she moaned and groaned, with apparently no worry of being heard in other parts of the house.
Finally, when her body began to spasm and her time came close, she reached out for him, grabbed hold of his shoulders and dug her nails in. He pounded into her harder, seeking his own release. Suddenly she grew taut, stayed that way for several seconds before suddenly going limp—and then he exploded inside of her.
Ten
He helped her down from the counter and they both got dressed again.
“I’ll go up first,” she said.
“I have to wash up, anyway,” he said.
She kissed him quickly, and then ran from the kitchen.
Clint took a moment to catch his breath, then removed his shirt again, worked the pump until he had enough water, and proceeded to wash himself.
~*~
Teresa went upstairs and down the hall to Loretta’s room. The door was closed, but not locked. She opened it and stuck her head in.
Loretta was sitting on her bed, her back against the bed rail, reading a book. She lowered the book and looked at her sister.
“Oh, my God!”
“All right, then,” Loretta said. “Belinda will be next.”
“I don’t know if she can handle him,” Teresa said.
“We’ll see,” Loretta said, picking up her book. “Goodnight, Teresa.”
“’night, Loretta.”
Loretta withdrew, closed the door and went to her own room.
~*~
Clint finished washing up, made sure he didn’t leave a mess, and then went back upstairs to his room. He closed the door, went to the bed, sat and gave his present situation some thought.
If the women had invited him to their house for the express reason to have sex, who was he to complain? But he wondered of the younger Belinda was going to be included in that plan? She was flirtatious, of that there was no doubt, but was she as forward as her older sisters?
In the barn, Loretta had said that she was first. And Teresa had certainly come second. So why wouldn’t Belinda be along at some point to go third? And if so, would it be tonight?
His intention had been to read before going to sleep, but he was suddenly convinced that he had better get as much rest as he could.
~*~
Belinda crept across the hall to the door of Clint’s room and pressed her ear to it. She didn’t hear anything. He must be asleep.
She went back to her room.
She sat on her bed for a little while, her hands in her lap, trying to work up her nerve. Finally, she left her room and again went across the hall. She listened at the door. Still so sound from inside. Down the hall the doors to her sister’s rooms were closed. She peered at the crack beneath the door, didn’t see any light. Yes, he had to be asleep ... and alone.
She put her hand on the doorknob and turned it ...
~*~
Clint heard the slight creak of the floor, and then the noise of the door hinges. From the bed he could see the door opening and a bit of light coming in from the hall. Then a shadow, entering the room. Under normal circumstances, that would be his clue to reach up and snatch his gun from his holster. In this instance, however, that wasn’t the case.
He watched the slight form enter the room and then close the door. She crept across the floor to the bed, paused, and then he heard the sound her garment made as it slid across her flesh and fell to the floor. When she was naked she took hold of his sheet and slid beneath it, getting into bed next to him.
“Belinda?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Her body was hot, her flesh smooth as he touched her.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked her.
“Oh, yes,” she said, her breath sweet on his face. Tentatively, she put her hands on him. Her fingertips moved across his chest, and his stomach and—as her breath quickened—down to his crotch. When she found his hard penis she paused again, then took it in her hand and held it for a moment.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “You won’t break it.”
“I’m not—” she said, stopping short. Then she tried again. “I’m not used to touching a man like this.”
“But you were married.”
“He would take me to bed, have his way and go to sleep,” she said. “And he was ugly.” She stroked him. “You’re smooth, he was rough.”
“It sounds to me like you sisters didn’t do very well when it came to husbands.”
“There comes a time when you have to get married,” she said. “You don’t really get to pick.”
“That’s a shame.”
He moved his hands over her body, and she caught her breath. Unlike her sisters, she was small breasted, but they were solid, like ripe peaches. He pinched her nipples and she gasped. It was dark in the room, but his eyes were used to it, and there was just enough moonlight from the window that he could see her. He took the sheet off of her so he could see her entire body. At the same time she was able to see him, and she stared.
“Oh my,” she said.
Eleven
Like her sisters, she had very smooth, hot skin. He couldn’t tell in the dark, but he knew her body would be much paler than the skin of her face, hands and arms. And for some reason, her hair was lighter than her sisters, a very light brown rather than dark.
She grew more bold and used both of her hands to examine his cock and balls.
“I’ve never felt anythin’ so ... smooth,” she said. “Is this all right?” She stroked him with her fingertips.
“That’s just fine,” he told her. He moved his own fingers down along the smooth line of her back to her buttocks, ran one finger along the crease between them, then took each cheek in his hands and squeezed.
“Mmmm,” she said, pressing her face to his chest and kissing him.
He brought one hand around from her ass to put it between her legs in front, and stroke her. Her body jerked at his touch, her legs went taut, but then she forced herself to relax and open her legs to him. He probed her, felt her wetness, and slid a finger inside of her.
“Oh God,” she said, “you’re ... what’re you doin’?”
“Just touching you,” he said. “Is that okay?”
He touched the wet lips of her vagina, up and down, then found her hard little clit and flicked it.
This time when her body went taut she couldn’t control it.
“Oh! Oh!” she gasped. “What ... what was that?”
“That,” he said, stroking her vagina again, “was pleasure.”
“I’ve had sex before,” she said to him, “but I’ve never felt anythin’ like ... like that!”
“Well then,” he said, “you’re in for a real treat.”
He took his hand away, then slid down between her legs so that his face was pressed to her pubic patch, which was not as bushy as her sisters had been. In fact, the hair there was very fine.
“What are you gonna do?” she asked, putting her hands down to cover herself.
“Just relax,” he said, taking her hands away. “Spread your legs and relax.”
He got her to move her hands, then began to first kiss the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs. She sighed and he felt her relax. Her hands went to her sides, and her legs fell open. He put his hands on her thighs to open her up even more, pressed his nose against her to inhale the scent of her wet pussy.
“Are you—smellin’ me?” she asked.
“Oh yes,” he said, “you smell wonderful.”
“You’re the strangest man.”
“Not s
trange,” he said. “Just a man.”
“Clint—” she said, but she stopped short as he flicked his tongue out and tasted her. “Oh!”
He felt her trembling, and continued, first licking the length of her pussy, and then concentrating his attention with the tip of his tongue on her clit.
She reached down to grab his head and started to breathe in short choppy huffs. “Oh, oh, oh ... oh my God ... I never ... oh, Clint ... oh ...”
And before long she couldn’t form words anymore. The trembling became uncontrollable, she started to thrash around on the mattress, her arms and legs flopping about as if she’d lost control of them.
And then she passed out ...
~*~
Clint turned up the lamp to make sure that Belinda had simply fainted. Then he wet his fingers from a pitcher of water on a nearby dresser and dabbed it onto her face. Her eyes fluttered and opened.
“Wha—what happened?” she asked.
“You fainted.”
“I did?” she asked. “But you were—what you were doin’ to me ... I’ve never felt anythin’ like that before.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t think it would make you faint like that.”
“Sorry?” she asked. She sat up, pressed her back to the bedpost. “Don’t be sorry. My God, it felt so ... good, so wonderful. Is that what sex is really like?”
“Well ... it should be,” he said. “If two people are concerned about each other’s pleasure.”
“Oh, but ... your pleasure,” she said, suddenly concerned. “I didn’t do anything—”
He laughed and said, “That’s okay. We still have time, don’t we? All night?”
“Yes,” she said, her eyes went wide. “Oh, yes, we have all night. Let me—” She reached for his crotch and he caught her hand and held it.
“Wait,” he said. “Just relax for a few minutes, let me get you some water.”
He got up from the bed, walked to the pitcher and poured her a glass of water. She stared at him wide-eyed as he passed the glass to her.
“I didn’t know there were men like you,” she said to him.
“I told you,” he said. “You and your sisters, you just don’t seem to have found the right men.”
