Every muscle in her body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of rapture spasm through her loins and belly. She gulped and sucked at the symbolic cock in her mouth as her sphincter clenched and opened like an angry fist! Her buttocks flexed to rock hardness and she gurgled a wailing scream when her body unleashed in the moment she'd been striving for.
There was no time, no space, no motion in the whole world, only the unbelievable bliss of her orgasm, as she was struck again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle and cord in her body.
That was when Genghis began to spew his load of wild sperm into the hidden recesses of her trembling belly in one long, hot squirt, as if he were pissing in her, and again she climaxed, moaning and slamming her ass back onto the Wolf-cock frantically!
Juan had slumped away from her in a heap of spent, sweating flesh, even as she tried to hold his flaccid prick between her still sucking lips, giving it up reluctantly when the Lobo began to obviously empty his savage nuts into her and she'd opened her mouth to cry out.
Now, as he stared in half-numbed amazement, he watched her luscious asscheeks still convulsing spasmodically, and struggling to his feet to lean against the stable partition, he could see the combination human-animal cum explode from the lips of her young tight cunt for the second time that morning. Her snug little hole that was still clasping and squeezing like a hungry mouth around the Wolf's long, thick stalk of flesh, streams of the sticky white fluid trickling down the smooth soft flesh of her thighs. Until, at last, she, too, collapsed forward, breathing heavily, her glistening naked ass causing his limp prick to give one more gallant, if, feeble jerk.
He stood silently, leaning back against the matched wood of the elaborate stall, gazing down at the obscenely prostrate and disheveled form of the voluptuous Missy who still lay on the straw littered floor between the Roan and himself. Genghis had already begun to pace, watching him with those unfriendly savage eyes, and Juan quickly tucked in his prick and buttoned his pants.
"Mi… Missy?" he said softly, half bending over her.
His lecherous eyes feasting on her glistening, naked ass and thighs, but especially the damp, viscidly saturated, pink, hair-lined slit between them.
"A… Are you all right, Missy?"
"Ye… Yes… of course, I'm all right," she replied, not moving.
She didn't care in the least that she was still licentiously exposed to him, yet wondering, as the world of reality began to settle once more in her defiant brain, if she would ever be able to face him again.
Good God! She'd actually sucked his prick! Sucked it until he'd shot his sperm into her mouth… and then… and then she'd swallowed it, like the animal-bitch that she was! His vile, ugly cock in her mouth… and she'd wanted it there! Oh… oh, Daddy… Lee!
"Ca… Can I help you up, Missy?" he questioned softly, dropping down to one knee and slowly, hesitantly, placing his heavy calloused hand on her naked buttocks.
That did it! Abruptly, she sat up, squirming around in a sitting position with such violence that Gallant Red stomped and whinnied.
"You vile old bastard!" she spat into his face.
She was hardly conscious of the fact that her heavy young breasts were completely exposed with her bra twisted crazily beneath them, her blouse hanging open, and paying no attention to her lewdly uncovered, blonde pubic mound and lubricious pink slit that were entirely revealed before his bloodshot eyes.
"Don't ever put your filthy hands on me again!" she began to rant. "Whatever's happened… it was a mistake! I didn't know what I was doing! You took advantage of me! You hear, damn you! You took advantage of me!"
Angrily, she pulled down her skirt to cover herself, then adjusted her blouse so that he could no longer stare at her with those lecherous, bloodshot eyes, satisfied that she had thrown a scare he hadn't expected into him.
"And the Roan?" Juan gained his feet slowly, still smiling broadly. "Did he take advantage of you too? Or the Lobo, Missy?"
Katie swallowed with muscular tightness, her big blue eyes looking up hatefully into his broad, flat, grinning face. Slowly, she got to her feet, buttoning her blouse, then brushed at her disheveled hair to remove the strands of clinging straw.
"No one would ever believe you!" she hissed. "No one! They'd say you were crazy… even your wife, Rosita!"
She moved closer to him, showing her small white teeth.
"I could have you arrested for attempted rape! They'd hang you, Juan Chaverez! Or, if I said the word, Genghis would tear you to pieces! Now, get out of here… and don't ever come back! If I see you on the K-Bar-L again, I'll fix you good! You understand, old man? Get out!"
Juan hadn't moved. He sensed his slow rising anger building enragingly. The little bitch! She intended to destroy him, to cover her own wanton lust by sacrificing the poor defenseless Chicano. And she could, he realized. She could!
"I… I do not know why you are angry with me, Missy?" he said, forcing his smile as he clenched his hands into fists. "I am your friend. I would never tell a soul… you know that… hoping that one day you might need old Juan for one reason… or another. Please… think about it today… and do not be too angry with an old man who lost his head over a beautiful young senorita, eh? Please?"
Katie forced herself to return his eye-level stare, even though his were pleading. She had the upper hand, thank God. But she knew she was lying. She knew that she was to blame as much, probably more than he was. But God almighty, what could she do? She had to think of Daddy's position, of Lee and Mom, too! She hadn't meant for any of it to happen. It'd just happened! She'd let those wild sensations run away with her, and before she'd realized what she was doing, she was… Oh God!
"Al… All right, Juan, I'll trust you," she said, almost venomously. "Bu… But if you ever breathe a word of it to anyone and I hear it, I'll… I'll let Genghis rip you into shreds! I swear it!"
"Yes, Missy…"
"Now… get out of here, or do whatever you're supposed to do!"
"Yes, Missy… and gracias, gracias!"
PART TWO – GIL CHAPTER FOUR
It was after 7:00 AM, but Gil Martin was yet to close his eyes. They'd gotten to bed around 4:00 and Jan had passed right out. She'd been pretty tight, as usual these days, stripping and letting her clothes fall where they might then tumbling naked into the sack. He doubted that she'd remember, but she'd made a wanton little ass of herself at the club, flitting from one male to another while she poured in the booze, until he'd become so damned irritated that he'd hustled her out of there. All the way home she'd sung dirty songs to him, at the same time trying to get his fly open and his prick out of his pants.
"For Christ sakes, will you cut it out, Jan!" he'd snapped at her. "You want us to be stopped by the police?"
"Ohhh, go on, Baby," she'd replied, giggling loosely.
Her beautiful face slack and numb-looking behind its drunken smile. Her lovely dark eyes glazed and her upswept coiffeur a disheveled mess.
"What little old policeman's gonna be dumb 'nough to stop us, eh?" she slurred. "Why… we're the social elite of Breynar… 'member, Honey… the Martins? B'sides… I just wanted to play with your li'l ol' peter. Nothin' wrong with that after sixteen years of wedded bliss is there?"
Somehow, he'd managed to contain her, get her home and into the house, but not until she had slipped into a crying jag before she'd finally collapsed into bed.
Christ, he hadn't realized until these last few days what a state things had reached in his family that meant everything to him. He'd even forgotten how much he loved her, and his precious twins, whom, he seldom even saw to speak to anymore. He'd been too Goddamned busy making money. Too overwhelmed with what he'd figured was his good fortune at becoming Darrel Jenkins' protege, mistakenly believing that the money and worldly things he lavished on them were the real keys to happiness. What a stupid damned fool he'd been, and how well he knew it now that it was too late!