"Now," Elke panted through slightly parted lips. "Ram that wonderful cock of yours deep in my cunt and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
They sank to the floor as one body.
Dooley asked, "Wouldn't you rather get fucked in the ass?"
"No. Fuck me in my cunt first. Cool my pussy with your jizm and then you can take your second hard-on and jam it up my rear."
Without another word, Elke clutched his enormous root and touched it against the wet lips of her pussy. Sweat trickled down into Dooley's eyes as he eased his cock into her vagina, all the way up to the balls, until their bellies met and kissed. Elke moaned with delight, and her hips began a slow grind that nearly drove Dooley out of his mind. She pushed her naked breasts against his chest and coiled her legs around his buttocks. She knew how to put a whore to shame. She wriggled her hips and matched him thrust for thrust, taking the length of his shaft deep within her with all the expertise of a hundred-dollar hooker. His stomach muscles quivered. Breath jumped out of his throat in ragged blasts as her body lifted him to strange new heights, until the pain in his balls turned into the spurting pleasure of a delicious orgasm that filled her quivering vagina to the point of overflowing.
Dooley finished popping and collapsed on top of her.
Elke smiled dreamily and said, "Your juice is running out of me, Joseph. It feels like hot cream."
Dooley's softening flesh backed out of her soggy snatch and dragged on the floor. He made it to his knees, still between Elke's legs, and she reached out and trapped him in her right hand. Her fingers massaged his withering flesh into firmness again. Then she purred, "Straddle me, Joseph. Sit down on my tittie and fuck me in the mouth."
Dooley stared at her. They had indulged in oralism before, but this made the first time Elke had asked him to screw her in the mouth from this position, while she remained on her back to receive his gift of flesh. The suggestion fascinated him, and he moved to obey. He straddled her and lowered his hunkers to her hot breasts. Her nipples stabbed the cheeks of his ass and caused him to shiver with delight. A moment later Elke's mouth yawned to receive his prick.
"Eat away, cupcake," Dooley encouraged. "Suck and gnaw the hell out of my root."
Elke didn't move. She permitted him to do all the work. The only sound she made was when
Dooley overextended himself, but once he discovered how much of his sausage she wanted, the rest was easy. He worked. In and out, in and out, his body thrilling to the pressure of her lips. Her breasts scorched his buttocks, and he shifted position and felt one of her nipples jab against his sphincter. The nipple produced a strange reaction, for a few seconds later he exploded in a second orgasm.
"Damn you," Elke said with a laugh as he withdrew his penis from between her tense lips, "you almost strangled me with that big load of jizm you just splashed inside my mouth!"
Dooley chuckled and stood up. He walked over to the table and poured himself a drink. Elke sat up on the floor and asked, "Are you through with me for the night?"
Dooley cocked an amused eyebrow at her. "Don't rush me, little cupcake. This polecat needs a rest. I'm not anxious to get my name in the obituary column."
Elke laughed and started to say something, but a whisper later the words died unborn as alarm strangled her into silence., Dooley heard it, too. He tensed, then turned toward his windbreaker hanging from a wood wall peg and plucked a.38 Smith and Wesson from one of the pockets.
Elke said, "What?"
Dooley moved toward the door. "I'd better find out. Stay put."
"Like hell I will," Elke whispered as she followed him out into the moonlight.
Dooley stopped and moved his head in a keening gesture. There was a silence. A deep silence. Then the sound came again. Dooley whirled toward the rustling noise coming from the underbrush to their immediate left, and froze. So did Elke. They stood like statues, waiting for whatever was moving through the underbrush to make an appearance. A few more tense seconds passed. Then a beautiful doe eased into view and pranced toward the edge of Axehandle Creek for a drink of water.
Dooley exhaled loudly and growled, "If we weren't so close, to the ranch, I'd shoot that damn deer for scaring the shit out of us."
Elke laughed nervously. "It might have been Gabe Penner."
"I know," Dooley said as he led the way back inside the cabin and started dressing. "I got a bit careless. It won't happen again. Get into your duds, and I'll walk you home."
Elke talked while she located her panties and stepped into them. "Aren't we going to do a bit of hunting for the money tonight?"
"I don't think we'd better." He glanced at his watch. "Gabe sometimes shows to do some prowling of his own by moonlight, especially when he's pissed off about something. Maybe he'll calm down by tomorrow, and then we'll give it a whirl."
Elke snapped her bra into place and loaded the half-cups with her breasts. She looked at him and managed a thin smile. Her voice sagged. "How many times have we been over this area, Joseph?"
"The next time will mark the beginning of our fourth," He picked up her sweater and tossed it at her. He smiled sourly. "Your father must have buried that fucking money a mile deep before he died, and then covered it up like a cat does its shit so we couldn't find it."
Elke pulled the sweater over her head and started struggling into her snug jeans. She said thoughtfully, "The damn thing shouldn't be this hard to dig up, Joseph."
Dooley shrugged. "Maybe we're looking in the wrong place for it. Your father could have lost it on the way down. Tomorrow night we'll start working our way up the face of Burro Mountain."
"Whatever you think best, Joseph."
He nodded. "We'll give it a try. Meanwhile, let's get your pretty tail back to the ranch."
Elke waited until he blew out the candle and plunged the cabin into darkness. Then she led the way out into the moonlight. She paused for a moment to look up toward the snow-capped peak of Burro Mountain. Then she locked glances with Dooley and asked, "Do you think we'll ever find it, Joseph?"
"The missing money?" He grinned at her. "With Trish Asher and Gabe Penner helping us, how can we miss?"
Chapter 11
Gabe Penner was chomping at the bit in front of the Lone Pine bus depot when Trish Asher drove up. He slid into the bucket seat beside her and growled, "It took you long enough to get here. What the hell did you do, come in by way of Timber City?"
"No," Trish snapped as she squealed rubber getting away from the station and turned Main Street into a drag strip. "I came by way of Lonesome Valley." Anger brought cramps to her belly. "You fucked up with the Lockridge girl, lover. You also underestimated Joe Dooley. They both know about Hank and the missing money." Gabe's eyes bulged in their sockets. "Are you sure?"
Trish took the traffic light on red before she answered. "I made sure. Something about that Lockridge cunt never did grab me just right. She was in the kitchen when you phoned for a lift tonight, dressed for a trip. I wanted to know where she was going, so I pretended to cut out for town, then doubled back on foot and followed her. She met Dooley on the cow path, and then they went to the cabin. If a deer hadn't showed up after I rattled some bushes and damn near twisted an ankle, those two bastards might have caught me putting the ear to their conversation. Like I said, you fucked up with both of them."