The third volume of a series from this outstanding author.
Will covers a wide variety of sexual topics including bondage, sadism, inter racial, fantasy, taboo, threesomes, groups and much more. Sexual situations are explored from the middle ages to the distant future. You will climb to the highest pinnacles of ecstasy and plunge into the deepest depths of utter depravity. It’s all here!
There are absolutely no holds barred in any of these sizzling stories. You’ll find these hot, descriptions of unquenchable and unrestrained lust are both stimulating and exciting in their exceptional variety. It’s a huge erotic bang for your hard earned buck!
Volume 3 comprises another collection of eight shortish stories. Featured in this volume:
Barnyard Antics
Cow Girl Show
Don’s Dark Delight
Doom Dance
Hard Ball
Horny Hallie
Hot Chocolate Kisses
Unspeakable Prayer
EXTRACT
Let me tell you what happened a few years ago when Tammy left me
and I ended up marrying molly. As you know, I’ve got a farm just
outside of Lincoln Nebraska. I met Tammy five years before our break
up. She was in her final year at the University there. It seemed
pretty good at the time but I guess she didn’t cotton to farm life
very well now that I think back on it.
It was one of those hot July days around the fourth and I’d been
getting a little suspicious. First of all, Tammy hadn’t been putting
out very much and that was odd because usually when she gets between
the sheets she ruts pretty damned good. I hired this big lug Brad
Havens to do some work on my fences and barn that summer partly
because he was a good carpenter and secondly because he was a local
boy who lived in town. Brad’s a big boy about six foot two and he’s
really well put together. I know he can bench press two hundred fifty
pounds because he used to brag about it.
As I said we live in a small town about ten miles outside of
Lincoln. I grow a lot of corn and some wheat and even though there
ain’t a lot of money in it, I also make some additional money with my
internet business. Hey just because I’m a farmer doesn’t mean I’m a
dumb hick. I guess Brad thought I was at the time. I don’t reckon he
thinks so any more.
But I get ahead of the story a little. About two miles down the
road lives the sweetest little woman I ever knew. My big mistake was I
didn’t pay enough attention to her in high school and Will Palmer got
his hooks into her during the senior year. All right, Molly is a
plain Jane but she’s got a heart of gold and she’s as loyal as the day
is long. By the time these events took place she was in her mid
twenties and I guess Molly and Will had decided to wait a bit before
having young ones because they didn’t have any kids after over six
years together.
One autumn day the year before my divorce, Will got killed in a
very tragic car accident. Now you must understand, even though he’d
beaten me to the punch as far as Molly was concerned, I always
respected Will and thought he was a great guy. I was happy for them,
I really was. Going to his funeral was the saddest day of my life
since my dad died a few years back.
The funeral home was crowded. It seemed like the whole town was
there at one time or another. Will was in an open casket and it was
like he was asleep with his hands folded and the flowers cascading all
around the body. I’m a pretty hard assed dude but that day my tears
were flowing free. There was Molly sitting beside her man, holding
back her own tears and shaking hands with the mourners.
I leaned down holding her hand and whispered in her ear, “It’s
not fair Molly so you go right ahead and feel sorry for yourself. What
happened to Will is a God Damned fuckin’ shame!”
Molly knew me well enough and she gave me a teary smile, knowing
my heart was in the right place even if my words weren’t quite
altogether appropriate. “I know Frank. He was so kind and good. I’m
like to die!” And then she slumped against me and started bawling her
eyes out. I stood there and rubbed her back gently and gave one of
the attendants the eye. Soon they helped her to another room so she
could recover. I didn’t pray. If there is a God than he’s an ass
hole for not protecting Will.
Anyway Molly was a widow and she was always alone, probably
sitting around that empty house all day trying to get past that
terrible loss. So on an early July Saturday morning around six she
was shocked to see me knocking at her door.
“I’m sorry to bother you so early, Molly but I’ve got a big
favor to ask you, it’s real important.”
She wiped the sleep out of her pretty brown eyes and looked into
my own. “What is it Frank? Is it something serious?”
I didn’t know what she was wearing. She could have been buck
naked and I wouldn’t have noticed that morning. I had some really big
fish to fry. “Molly I hope to God I’m wrong but I’m getting real
suspicious of Tammy. I’ve driven over in my truck. I’d like to leave
it hear for awhile. Could you drive me over to the back end of my
property? I’d be much obliged.”
Molly looked at me for several seconds and she must have seen
the concern in my face. Finally she nodded. “All right Frank.”
I went over to my truck; got my keys, my digital camera and an
old German Lueger my grand pappy gave me from the big one. He’d been
decorated at the bulge and he’d found the weapon on a dead krout
officer. I had no ammo for it but nobody knew that. For damned sure
Tammy didn’t know. I knew Brad wouldn’t be around until eight or
there abouts. So after I’d had a quick cup of coffee at Molly’s she
drove me to my place.
I’d told Tammy the night before, I’d have to leave early in the
morning and I wouldn’t be back till the afternoon on some important
business in Lincoln. My suspicions grew even more when she didn’t
even bother to ask me why.
Let me tell you a little bit about Tammy. She’s a nice, busty
honey blonde who loves the little girl look. She’s well put together
with long, slender legs and nice boobs just made for sucking and
squeezing. The first few years with her were great but all of a sudden
about six months before this July she cooled down something bad. It
was getting to the point I had to jack off sometimes just to keep my
sanity and when she did put out it was like here’s your fifteen
minutes guy now get lost. There was something definitely wrong in
Denmark but I didn’t know what. I was soon going to find out.
After Molly dropped me off, I snuck back to the barn. I knew
Brad would be stopping by because there was a lot of work to do in the
barn. It needed some more clapboarding and painting. I didn’t mind
the painting but I’ve got ten thumbs when it comes to carpentry. I
bang my fingers more than the nails and that’s no lie. I knew that
Tammy would see that my truck was gone when she came out to do a few
of the chores and then she’d call Brad if something was up.
I hid behind a couple of barrels, checked my digital camera and
sure enough it was working fine. Then I sat and waited. During that
long hour, I kept hoping that my suspicions were unfounded. Hell I’d
always treated Tammy right. I’d given her nice things at Christmas
her birthday and our anniversary. I’d given her enough loving for two
women and up until six months ago she’d always responded. Those five
years flashed by in my mind as I waited and waited, hoping against
hope that I was a jealous fool and that I was completely wrong.
Finally Brad opened the main door to the barn and flicked on the
light. He got out his tools and started puttering around, apparently
starting on the side wall across from where I was hiding. He pushed
aside an old wagon wheel and started removing a few old rotten boards.
So far there was no problem.
Then Tammy entered and she closed the door behind her. She
called out, “Hi Brad! I missed you so bad, honey!”
He turned and in a moment she was in his arms sucking face and
grinding her big tits into his chest. I saw his hands move down to her
ass. The bitch was wearing one of my old broad brimmed hats. It was
way too big for her and it sat on her head at a weird angle. I still
don’t know why she’d worn it unless she just wanted to play Brad’s
little cow girl or something.
Today I thank God I didn’t have a loaded gun because at that
moment I would have blasted both of them to kingdom come. They moved
to the middle of the barn where there was more room and then he was
pulling off her blouse and she was unbuckling his pants. It was clear
that this was far from the first time they’d been together. He was
giving her some serious tongue while their clothes seemed to magically
fall to the floor. By now I had my digital camera going strong and I
got it all, from the moment they started stripping to the moment she
was riding his cock in the cow girl position with my hat still lodged
on her pretty blonde head. Her face was lit up like I remembered it
with that sexy mouth open, gasping with raw need as Brad sliced up
into her romping cunt. What is great about those new fangled cameras
is that they also record the sound.
He was moaning while she cried out, “Fuck me Brad! Fuck my
naughty little pussy! Oh God! Yes! Yes! We got till this afternoon!
Frank won’t be back till at least three. He told me so last night! So
just keep fucking me!”
Brad chuckled, “So you want me to do you for hours eh? You hot
trick!”
“Yes honey bun! So fill me up with your hot, baby cream and then
I’ll get real nasty and suck your big cock. I just love the way you
fuck! Oh Brad! Brad! Just fuck me baby! Fuck me! God how I missed you,
baby!”
They were really into each other and she finally crushed her
breasts into his chest again and their kissing got as hot as their
fucking. I figured I had captured enough on tape. Hey, I might be a
hay seed but I’m a smart hay seed. Not only do I know about the
internet but I know how to use video cameras to. After shutting the
vid off and hiding it behind the barrel,I picked up the Lueger and as
quietly as possible I snuck up on the rutting bastards.
