I will not claim I spent a restful night. That old house made all kinds of noise all
damned night. I was awaken by the clamor of people coming in the downstairs. The cleaning
crew had arrived.
“I’ll have you some breakfast in a little while,” Grace said when I staggered
downstairs. “Got some coffee on so help yourself.” It was coffee in color only. It was a
bitter brew that I had to add a lot of milk and sugar to drink.
Grace served up a delicious breakfast that would feed five men. Five lumberjacks,
but I resolutely gave it my best effort.
I just finished and went to the front porch to see what was making all the racket.
There were four or five black men busy working in the yard. I was still digesting the
huge breakfast when my neighbor, Liz Monroe came riding across the lawn leading another
saddled horse.
“Good morning, Mister Nate Boudreaux,” she said smiling down from high atop her
horse. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts and a different color tee shirt. Apparently,
she hadn’t located a bra. “Since you knew about ball bearing horses I assumed you could
ride. Do you ride?”
“I can stay on one,” I admitted. Actually, I’m a good horseman. I spent a lot of
time on horses during my short tenure as a ranger.
“Then I shall take it upon myself to show you around your plantation,” Liz said.
“This is Satan’s de-balled brother, Lucifer. Come on, sir, the day is getting away from us
and we have places to go and things to see.”
“Okay, but before we go, I have to ask if you have any idea what that black brew
was I had with my breakfast,” I said swinging into the saddle on Lucifer.
“That was coffee,” Liz said. “Around here we like a bit of chicory in our coffee.
Some folks like more chicory than coffee. It’s an acquired taste.”
As a tour guide, Liz was accomplished and apparently knowledgeable.
“We’re going along the western boundary of Belle Wood,” she said. “Over there is my
land. Well it will be mine as soon as daddy croaks. Your land is bounded by Meadow Wood on
the west, The river on the south, Belle Wood road on the east and state highway ten on the
north. Do you plan on keeping Belle-Wood?”
“At least for today,” I answered her rather rude question.
“The reason I’m being personal is that everybody wants this land,” she said.
“There’s seldom a day goes by that some developer isn’t knocking on our door. When they
couldn’t find Miss Lilith’s heirs they all though it would be sold for taxes. You sure
pissed-off a lot of people when you showed up.” She kept up a running commentary as we
rode along.
“You got to watch out for snakes around here,” she said. “Upland moccasins up here
and cottonmouth moccasins closer to the river. Mostly they won’t bother you if you don’t
step on one or do something to piss them off. Gators come around sometimes, but if you
won’t bother them, they’ll leave you alone. How old are you, Mister Boudreaux?” It was
hard to keep up with her conversation style and rapid changes in topic.
“Like you, Miss Monroe, I’m legal,” I said with a straight face. “Got hair and
everything. You did understand that Boudreaux is not my last name, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I got that,” she said. “I just like to say Boudreaux. It has a regal sound,
don’t you think? I think you should change your name back to Boudreaux.”
“I’ll take that under advisement,” I said. “Anything to make you happy.”
We soon came to the river. It was a dark rolling stream in the deep shadows of the
cypress and live oak trees. Liz informed me of the tree types as well as other flora and
fauna we happened upon. The day was warm in spite of being early spring, but it was cool
under the trees.
After carefully checking for snakes and alligators she let the horses drink. While
the horses drank and then rolled in the grass after she removed the saddles, we sat near
the riverbank.
“There’s a big ol’ bull gator that hangs around here some,” Liz said. “When we get
through maybe he’ll come around if we’re still.”
“Okay,” I said. “Get through with what?”
“Fuckin’,” she said looking surprised that I had to ask. “Riding a big ol’ horse
always makes me horny.” She whipped her shirt over her hard and freed her breasts. They
were works of art. The kind of breasts the poets write about. Twin cones topped with pink
puffy nipples surrounded by a large areola. Her shorts quickly followed her shirt. She
lied about having hair. Her pussy was almost devoid of any hair. Just a tiny patch above
her slit.
“I shave my cunt hair, in case you were wondering about it,” she said noticing my
eyes that were glued to her crotch. “I like a bare pussy, don’t you? I’m going to have it
removed by electrolysis one of these days.” She used the two saddle blankets as a bed.
“I like a pussy with or without hair,” I said my mouth becoming dry. She lay down
on the blanket and spread her legs to give me a bird’s eye view.
“Good, then come here and get you some pussy, Mister Nate Boudreaux.” I did not
need a second invitation.
She had, without a doubt, the tightest pussy I had ever fucked. Hot, wet, and
tight and she apparently loved to fuck.
“Oh God!” she screamed when I shoved my rock hard cock in her. “Oh fuck, that feels
like heaven! Yeah, give it to me Nate. Fuck the shit out of me!”
“I don’t have a condom,” I said.
“Makes no never mind,” she panted. “I’m on birth control and I want you to fill my
cunt up with some hot baby juice.”
I did fill her up with my cum. Twice, as a matter of fact. After the second time
she let me rest a few minutes and then she mounted me and we went at it again.
“I knew the minute I saw you that you would be a good fuck, Nate,” she said when I
was all done in. “That was some good dick and I’m obliged to you for it.”
“You are most welcome, Liz,” I managed to utter. She hadn’t left me with much
moisture of any kind. “Do you make a habit of fucking strangers you just met?”
“No, hardly ever,” she said laughing. “I just thought it would be nice to fuck
someone named Boudreaux. In fact, until a little while ago I was cherry. I guess we are
going to have to get married now that you deflowered me.”
“No you were not a cherry,” I said. “No virgin has moves like that.”
“Yeah, but I was almost cherry,” she said stroking my lifeless cock. “You got
anything left, Nate?”
“Hell no,” I said. “I may never get hard again. You’ve ruined me, Liz.”
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