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The lovers were awakened gently the next morning. Billy and Rick had come down to take care of the morning chores, with Hiram to keep them company, and, when Billy went into the office, he discovered their whereabouts. Rick was in favor, as usual, of pranking them, but Hiram shook his head in disagreement. "That boy went through enough shit for a lifetime, yesterday. Shockin' 'im awake could make 'im lose 'is cookies. Might even make us need to do laundry detail, too. Slow and easy for now, save the other stuff for another time. My gut tells me he's gonna be with us for a while."
Normally Billy would have enjoyed doing something wild to awaken them, especially Barbara, but he realized that Hiram was speaking with the voice of experience. As close to the edge as Luke had been, yesterday, at not being able to help the situation, it might be a dis-service to put anything more on him. HIS gut was reading the same as Hiram's, too, in any case.
They were the picture of contented slumber, laying there in each others arms. Luke was on his back, his arm around Barbara's shoulder, and his hand cupping one breast.The cover was just up to his waist, and looked like he was getting some morning wood. Couldn't blame him if he did. Barb had her head on his shoulder, and a smile on her face. not the smile she usually wore, a smile of having a good time, but, a smile of affection. One leg was across both of his, and her head was slightly tilted as if asking for a a kiss. Billy could easily remember his first time to see Barbara. She was, after all, only 2 years older. Some of the guys at school had described her as an easy lay. He had just started his Freshman year at the High School, and she was a Junior.
She had been wearing a pink skirt, and a white blouse, and sneakers. The first thing to get his attention was her legs and butt. Both were VERY nice. Fair ta middlin' knockers, but a cutie-pie face. Her and another couple of girls had walked past them in the hall, and she had flashed him a smile, and said simply, "WELCOME!!!" The other 2 had giggled. THEY were only so-so.
He took a second longer to admire her form. It was completely uncovered, before reaching down to touch Luke's shoulder. His eyes opened instantly. He DID look surprised. "Time ta git up, bro. Git yer clothes an a shower, and head up ta th' house. Breakfast is almost ready. You an Barb have time ta shit, an shower, though. We gotta take care o' th' stock, an' we'll be goin up, too." He turned and went out, right behind the other 2 men to do the chores.
Hiram looked on as they hooked the small trailer to the tractor. "Known 'er very long?" Billy answered, "Since I started High School. She was the first person to speak to me, there. She's Cathy's sister. Knew who she was, but not much more. Rick and her started dating not much after that. Got ta know 'er better from him. They dated off and on in High School, and wrote to each other while he was in the Navy. Thought for awhile THEY were gonna end up married, but they fooled us."
They pulled the trailer to the next shed over and loaded some things, and went out. Chores were simple, so most of their time was spent checking the fence between the cattle and the sorghum field, and another between them and the alfalfa field.
They went up to the barn, and both were gone. They HAD straightened up, and, it looked like, refilled the icebox with beer and soda. They had scooted both the futons to where they belonged, folded all the blankets, and hung the towels, and swept the floor for him. NICE!!!
They went on to the house. Barbara, Essie, and Nola were doing the cooking, and the older ladies were upstairs getting ready for their trip to the home site. Barb turned and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek, as did Essie and Nola. "Mornin, Pop," from Nola, "Gramps" from Essie, and "Grandad" from Barb, directed to Hiram. "Mormin, Ladies." was his reply to them all. Essie gave them all a kiss on their cheeks, as well. "Wash yer hair, an comb yer face, it's time ta eat brakkus." she said, mock seriously. T'others'll be hyar in a minute."
A gaggle of voices could be heard from the stairs, and they all came down in a group. Gail, Lorene, and Irene, were in the lead, with Francis, right behind them, holding Cathy's arm. They were expecting Levi, early this afternoon. He had taken the signed papers back to complete the sale of BOTH places, and Chris's paperwork for his retirement. The only thing he had to return was his Blazer, that he patrolled in. In a few days, they would go and put their things in storage containers, and ship them here, and bring back the vehicles, and Granny's boat. The 4 four wheelers, and the ATV would be loaded on trailers and brought back at the same time. Chris was in the rear. He had been talking to his boss, about another thing. He was part of a team that had broken up a ring of poachers, and was giving him the password to access the evidence. It was much more involved than they had thought, at first. It went clear up to the State House, and had some high ups implicated.
Everyone sat down and started eating. The others were going to meet them at the trailer. Cathy had told Irene and Lorene that she was NOT going to be left out of this shindig, regardless of what they said. Gail had told them that they might as well argue with the tree outside as to argue with Cathy. Her head was as hard as any of them.
She had awakened at 4:30 this morning, went and took a shower, and started dressing. Irene had tried to get her to go back to sleep, but she had all but ignored the older lady. Irene had tried to tell Cathy she needed sleep, but Cathy put her arms around her, kissed her, and told her, "THIS is MY ballgame. I'm here ta tell 'im HE fucked with the WRONG BROAD!!! It's time HE learned that PAY-BACK is a MOTHER FUCKER, AN' I'M 'IS TEACHER!!! YA step on MY toes, an' I'll STOMP YOURS!!!" I don't care how big and bad he is. He's gonna learn some manners, or else we're gonna go round and round. PERIOD!!! END OF DISCUSSION!!!" Lorene and Gail had stood back listening to their baby. There was steel and fire in her voice, and both decided, as had Irene, to go with it. Gail had asked which clothes she wanted and got them for her.
Cathy was singing as she dressed in canvas, camo, hunting pants, a long sleeve shirt, sweat socks, and a hunting vest. "You're good girl is gonna go bad. I'll be the swingin'est swinger ya ever had. I'm loaded up lookin' fer trouble like we never had. Cause yore good girl's gonna go bad." The last item she donned was the gun belt and holster Billy had bought her. All the loops were filled with 250 gr. semi-jacketed hollow point bullets, and the Colt .45, stainless steel Peacemaker was cleaned and oiled. The walnut grips gleamed wickedly, and had been fitted to her hand. Billy had taught her to use it, and, far from being expert, YET, it would serve her well. She had, under his and Tod's tutelage, learned to use it fairly well. "Ain't no Billy the k**, but I can be Barn Door Cat. Ya'll ready, yet?"
The kitchen and the dishes were cleaned, and a Klaxon horn sounded outside. Ah OOO Gah. Ah OOO Gah. Sue, and Annie were waiting for her. Royce, Bruce, and Pete were already going in their pickup, with Doris. Tod and Betty were going to lead a string of horses, if they were needed, and Clara and Liz were going to baby sit with all the babies. David was taking the big pickup with the coffee maker in the back, accompanied by James. Carol was going to bring donuts, and meet them there. Barb, Francis, Luke, and Chris were going in Billy's truck. They went up to the main road and started the twisting path to the trailer. There was a clear place for them to park. Tod's pickup was inspected to see what the log had done, and left by the trailer to have the coffee maker unloaded. Bruce and Francis set it on the table for Cathy, who was going to be their "Central." She would relay messages, and in the event the booger was found, would come to where he was at. In spite of her resolve, and bravado, her knees were shaking.
Everyone was wearing orange hunting vests, and caps, and the men were all carrying .308s of one sort or another. HK 98s, Civilian type M-14s, and a Remington 742 carbine for one. The women were carrying pump action 12 ga. shotguns, and pouches of extra ammo. 50 rounds each of slugs. The men were all carrying 10 or more 30 round magazines except for Royce. His clips only held 4 rounds each, and he was carrying 20 of them in his pouch. All wore knives except for Bruce. He had a tomahawk he had been given by a dear friend. It had a piece of meteorite in the blade, which was keen enough to shave with, and weighed a little less than 3 lbs, and had a spike on the back end. Barb handed Cathy the Coach gun. "Put it to your hip and squeeze one trigger at a time. Let your body take the kick. Just point it and let it go. Both barrels are s**tter shot. Its loaded with 00 buck. One barrel cuts ya in half, the other makes ya into a crowd. Just in case." Carol sat the donuts beside the coffee maker, and kissed her on the cheek. "Gotta admit. Ya got more guts than I got. I'd STILL be shittin' bricks."
They paired off to go and look for any sign, except for Francis and Luke. The went first and checked Luke's welding rig, setting out new bottles of acetylene, and oxygen, and checked the 'dozer and the excavator. They checked the oil first and Luke unwound the hoses for the pneumatic grease gun, and greased the certs on the bulldozer. Last thing, he started it up to warm for the day. He only had a few places to grease on the excavator, and was finished quickly with it. He wound the hoses so no one would trip over them, and climbed inside to start it. He kicked an empty can and made a loud racket, and saw a brown face looking at him through the side glass panel. It saw him and ran and jumped over what Floyd had told him, was blackberry bushes. He shook his head from seeing the creature. It had covered the 50 or so yards faster than he could believe, and disappeared. His hands were shaking, but he got the excavator started, and climbed down to stand beside Luke. "What the fuck WAS that thing?" Luke asked. Francis looked at where it had gone. "I dunno, Bro, but it don't look like anything I ever saw, before. They turned and sat back to back, shotguns in their laps, to watch. NOTHING was gonna sneak up on THEM!!!
They talked as they sat. Luke felt Francis turn a bit. Ya know, I think we fell face first first inta sumpthin' great. Never got treated like this in muh life. Complete strangers that treat ya like long, lost kin folks. I only saw Rick one time, an that was a few days ago. Sittin' in a soul bar, an' this guy comes in and kisses the lady that owns the place, an' she kisses HIM just as hard. THEN, 'e turns around and kisses 'er daughter, fine lady, the same way. SHE jus' keeps on kissin' 'im, too. They laugh, talk, and carry on like somethin' else. Almost time ta close an the lady comes over ta see whut I want fer muh last drink, an I ast 'er about it. She winks at me and calls the daughter over. Says ta ast HER! She gets all soft lookin' an' says they went all the way from Kindergarten to Graduation in school together. He was not only good lookin', but the sweetest, kindest, most polite boy in the school. She had a BIG TIME crush on 'im, but, th' way things were, then, she couldn't let on. She let it slip one day, ta a couple o' the girls she hung with, thinkin' they'd keep 'er secret, what she thought of 'im. They stabbed 'er in th' back, tellin ever'one she was hot fer the white bread. She was lookin' ta be his "house nigger." People started callin' 'er "House negro" and "Aunt Jemima." Said she almost had ta leave town. She admitted that she would have, and still would, give him anything he wanted."
"How about YOU, Luke? I allus kinda figured YOU for a bad-ass. What gives?" Luke related the incidents in college. k**s that, at first, talked back to the teachers, and went around making trouble for those they disagreed with on ANYTHING. They were going around, and ganging up on people that thought different. If you weren't Politically Correct, or out for Social Justice, or just had a sticker supporting the wrong candidate, TO THEM, they would trash your car, your dorm room, and even YOU. He had ignored them until one night he was in his room at the dorm, and was watching his favorite movie on a CD. "Gone With the Wind." It was playing the soft version of "Dixie," and a couple of guys came in after him, screaming that he was a "racist, bigoted, Nazi, motherfucker. One pulled a knife on him, and he chopped his wrist, and broke it, and the guy fell, catching his arm between the mattress and the footboard of the bed, and broke it, too. Proctor hid the knife and told the Dean that HE had started the fight, and was always causing problems. " Got suspended, so I packed my kit, told 'em to kiss my ass, and left. Put "Dixie" on my cassette player, turned it up as loud as I could, and drove around the campus, flipping the bird to everyone that looked at me. Burned rubber at the gate, and left. Ain't goin' back, no way. I'll take correspondence courses to get my degree. For now, I got a good job, great people, and all I got to worry about is what I'm gonna do next. Was thinkin' 'bout goin and takin a look at the Rocky Mountains, an' the Grand Canyon. Now I don't know."
Cathy was standing outside the trailer, and was miserable. She had drank 4 cups of coffee, and a full, plus a half glass more, of ice tea. She needed to pee in the worst way, but didn't want to do it here. She felt like she was being watched, and it bothered her. She finally hitched her gun belt into a better place, picked up the coach gun and got into Tod's pickup. She pulled it over with the other vehicles, parked it, and got out, looking carefully around. She took her belt and laid it in the seat, and squatted down. "OH MY THAT FEELS GOOD!!!" she said to herself as the golden stream flowed from her. Suddenly, a shadow fell across her. "You okay, ma'am?" a voice asked. She stood, her hand on the coach gun. "GOD!!! Ya scared the piss outta me. Who are ya?" The tall lean man tipped his hard hat to her. "Muh name's Wes. I work fer Carl. He ast some o' us ta come out an look fer anything that wudden right, this mornin, an' ta bring guns. I parked down at the road and walked up through the woods. There's gonna be 4 o' us armed this mornin', somethin' about some trouble some lady had las' night. Was it YOU?" She nodded her head. "I thought I could handle it, but it looks more and more like I was wrong." "Yes Ma'am. Beggin'yer pardon, ma'am, but, doncha think ya might want ta pull yer trousers up? Mighty purty sight, but a little exposed." Cathy reached down and pulled her pants back on, fastening and straightening them. She took her gun belt, and rolled it up and put it in the box inside the bed. She DID pick up the shotgun and started across to the trailer. "Can't be TOO careful, ma'am." They walked over and she filled a cup with coffee for him. and opened one of the boxes of donuts. "Coffee fixins are in the ice chest. Help yourself to the donuts."
They talked, and were soon joined by 3 other men, also armed. Cathy, was getting warm in her long sleeve shirt, and pulled it off, leaving her T-shirt on. She had left her vest in the pickup, before, too. They were waiting for Carl and the crew to arrive, and tell them what he wanted them to do. It was barely past 7 in the morning, and was shaping up to be a hot one. They all remembered the swim they took, yesterday, and were remembering what she had looked like naked. She could tell what they were thinking, and smiled at the thought of making such an impression on them.
On impulse she stood and said simply, "Excuse me, guys." and walked back over to Sue's pickup. She opened the door and pulled out her deck shoes, sat on the running board of the pickup, and removed her boots and socks. Her shorts were inside her shoe. She removed her pants and pulled the shorts on, and slipped her feet into the deck shoes. NOW!!! She was comfortable, again. She went around and put the shotgun in the box with the pistol and belt, and locked it again.
She went over to the table and pulled out a chair and sat in it. "Now I feel human, again. Don't need any of that other stuff, now that I'm surrounded by all you men." She was more than aware that they were all checking out her boobs, and admiring her ass. She enjoyed it. The legs of her shorts were a little on the large side, and she crossed her legs, like the men do, aware that at least some of them would be able to see her pussy. She adjusted herself until she was satisfied that all of them had seen it. She scooted down in the chair and did her best "man spread" so all of them could see her pride and joy. It wouldn't take much to get her to sit naked and possibly more. She looked at her watch. 0710. Carl, Wayne and the others wouldn't be here for another 30 or 40 minutes. The medicine that Irene had given her must have been an aphrodisiac. She was hot to trot. "Hey guys. A question. If I went across to the trucks, and got a surprise out for you, would you be gentlemen, and not rush me, and not come over until the gentleman I was with, called you? If you will, I have a surprise I think you'll enjoy." They all agreed. She stood and put her arm through Wes's arm. "Come with me, Sweetie. I want to thank you for this morning."
They went over and went between the trucks. She was aware that, by just looking over, the others could see them UNDER the trucks. She reached under the seat of Billy's truck, and pulled out another of the moving blankets he kept there, and unrolled it on the ground. "Now," she told Wes, "you can get a good look at EVERYTHING!!! Just give me a good fuck in return." Her shorts went to the ground and her T was pulled over her head. She unzipped his pants, and immediately had him hard. She rolled to her back. "Tell me if you want me to ride you, or give it to ya doggy style. I can handle it in the back door, too. YOU'RE PLEASURE!!!" He went on top of her, and was inside her at once. She was soaking wet ever since she woke up this morning. She locked her ankles around his waist and pulled him down to kiss him. "Cum inside me, please. I want to feel it inside me." He took a fair amount of time, but soon grunted his seed inside of her. She thanked him, and asked him to send one of the other men over.
A minute later, a stocky guy with a buzz cut was with her. She asked what his name was, and he told her it was Truitt. She told him the same as she had told Wes. He looked her over and asked it he might have her doggy style. "Those tits are more than I can resist. I can play wit' them and get some poon at the same time." She had heard Ricky and Misti both use that word, and knew what he was referring to. He went to his knees, and she scooted over, offering her ass to him. She repeated her request for him to cum inside of her. She felt him sliding inside of her. HE was THICK!!! She felt her pussy stretching to make room for him. "GOD!!! I feel THAT!!!" she exclaimed. "OH MY GOD!!!" She felt herself being stretched. He was, it felt like, even BIGGER than John. He had a firm hold on her ass, and kept on pushing. She felt his stomach touch er butt, and he began to thrust in and out of her. She felt herself contracting in response, and began to sway her ass back and forth. It felt so good. She felt like she was stuffed, but there was NO pain. Just that glorious full feeling. When he felt her adjust to accept him, he released her butt, and reached under her to take her boobs in his hands. Their flesh meeting sounded like applause. He fucked her through several long orgasms, and finally filled her with sperm. He was smiling at her. The last man was standing over them, with a compact movie camera. She smiled at him unexpectedly, and asked, "You DO intend to SHARE that MOVIE, DON'T YOU? Everyone else enjoys seeing me get fucked, but I NEVER see it. I want to see the look on my face when the wienie starts spittin, TOO"
He restarted the blog, so she could see it. "It's almost 7 and a half minutes. I want some pussy too She conceded to his wish, and he was at once inside her. The fourth man was standing at the end of the truck watching as well. She felt like she was floating under him. "I'll have to get you, LATER. OKAY?" she asked him. She was hearing the rumble of the trucks approaching. He nodded and pulled his pants up. The third man filled her. He had been so turne on, that he was finished in a couple of minutes. He stood and Cathy grabbed her clothes and pulled them on before he had finished standing up. As the first truck went past them, she, to all looked like she was bending over to pick something up, and he was holding her arm. It was his camera. She put in her own number and sent it to herself, and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see YOU, LATER!!! I WANT MORE!!!
It was going to be a fun filled day for her.
Normally Billy would have enjoyed doing something wild to awaken them, especially Barbara, but he realized that Hiram was speaking with the voice of experience. As close to the edge as Luke had been, yesterday, at not being able to help the situation, it might be a dis-service to put anything more on him. HIS gut was reading the same as Hiram's, too, in any case.
They were the picture of contented slumber, laying there in each others arms. Luke was on his back, his arm around Barbara's shoulder, and his hand cupping one breast.The cover was just up to his waist, and looked like he was getting some morning wood. Couldn't blame him if he did. Barb had her head on his shoulder, and a smile on her face. not the smile she usually wore, a smile of having a good time, but, a smile of affection. One leg was across both of his, and her head was slightly tilted as if asking for a a kiss. Billy could easily remember his first time to see Barbara. She was, after all, only 2 years older. Some of the guys at school had described her as an easy lay. He had just started his Freshman year at the High School, and she was a Junior.
She had been wearing a pink skirt, and a white blouse, and sneakers. The first thing to get his attention was her legs and butt. Both were VERY nice. Fair ta middlin' knockers, but a cutie-pie face. Her and another couple of girls had walked past them in the hall, and she had flashed him a smile, and said simply, "WELCOME!!!" The other 2 had giggled. THEY were only so-so.
He took a second longer to admire her form. It was completely uncovered, before reaching down to touch Luke's shoulder. His eyes opened instantly. He DID look surprised. "Time ta git up, bro. Git yer clothes an a shower, and head up ta th' house. Breakfast is almost ready. You an Barb have time ta shit, an shower, though. We gotta take care o' th' stock, an' we'll be goin up, too." He turned and went out, right behind the other 2 men to do the chores.
Hiram looked on as they hooked the small trailer to the tractor. "Known 'er very long?" Billy answered, "Since I started High School. She was the first person to speak to me, there. She's Cathy's sister. Knew who she was, but not much more. Rick and her started dating not much after that. Got ta know 'er better from him. They dated off and on in High School, and wrote to each other while he was in the Navy. Thought for awhile THEY were gonna end up married, but they fooled us."
They pulled the trailer to the next shed over and loaded some things, and went out. Chores were simple, so most of their time was spent checking the fence between the cattle and the sorghum field, and another between them and the alfalfa field.
They went up to the barn, and both were gone. They HAD straightened up, and, it looked like, refilled the icebox with beer and soda. They had scooted both the futons to where they belonged, folded all the blankets, and hung the towels, and swept the floor for him. NICE!!!
They went on to the house. Barbara, Essie, and Nola were doing the cooking, and the older ladies were upstairs getting ready for their trip to the home site. Barb turned and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek, as did Essie and Nola. "Mornin, Pop," from Nola, "Gramps" from Essie, and "Grandad" from Barb, directed to Hiram. "Mormin, Ladies." was his reply to them all. Essie gave them all a kiss on their cheeks, as well. "Wash yer hair, an comb yer face, it's time ta eat brakkus." she said, mock seriously. T'others'll be hyar in a minute."
A gaggle of voices could be heard from the stairs, and they all came down in a group. Gail, Lorene, and Irene, were in the lead, with Francis, right behind them, holding Cathy's arm. They were expecting Levi, early this afternoon. He had taken the signed papers back to complete the sale of BOTH places, and Chris's paperwork for his retirement. The only thing he had to return was his Blazer, that he patrolled in. In a few days, they would go and put their things in storage containers, and ship them here, and bring back the vehicles, and Granny's boat. The 4 four wheelers, and the ATV would be loaded on trailers and brought back at the same time. Chris was in the rear. He had been talking to his boss, about another thing. He was part of a team that had broken up a ring of poachers, and was giving him the password to access the evidence. It was much more involved than they had thought, at first. It went clear up to the State House, and had some high ups implicated.
Everyone sat down and started eating. The others were going to meet them at the trailer. Cathy had told Irene and Lorene that she was NOT going to be left out of this shindig, regardless of what they said. Gail had told them that they might as well argue with the tree outside as to argue with Cathy. Her head was as hard as any of them.
She had awakened at 4:30 this morning, went and took a shower, and started dressing. Irene had tried to get her to go back to sleep, but she had all but ignored the older lady. Irene had tried to tell Cathy she needed sleep, but Cathy put her arms around her, kissed her, and told her, "THIS is MY ballgame. I'm here ta tell 'im HE fucked with the WRONG BROAD!!! It's time HE learned that PAY-BACK is a MOTHER FUCKER, AN' I'M 'IS TEACHER!!! YA step on MY toes, an' I'll STOMP YOURS!!!" I don't care how big and bad he is. He's gonna learn some manners, or else we're gonna go round and round. PERIOD!!! END OF DISCUSSION!!!" Lorene and Gail had stood back listening to their baby. There was steel and fire in her voice, and both decided, as had Irene, to go with it. Gail had asked which clothes she wanted and got them for her.
Cathy was singing as she dressed in canvas, camo, hunting pants, a long sleeve shirt, sweat socks, and a hunting vest. "You're good girl is gonna go bad. I'll be the swingin'est swinger ya ever had. I'm loaded up lookin' fer trouble like we never had. Cause yore good girl's gonna go bad." The last item she donned was the gun belt and holster Billy had bought her. All the loops were filled with 250 gr. semi-jacketed hollow point bullets, and the Colt .45, stainless steel Peacemaker was cleaned and oiled. The walnut grips gleamed wickedly, and had been fitted to her hand. Billy had taught her to use it, and, far from being expert, YET, it would serve her well. She had, under his and Tod's tutelage, learned to use it fairly well. "Ain't no Billy the k**, but I can be Barn Door Cat. Ya'll ready, yet?"
The kitchen and the dishes were cleaned, and a Klaxon horn sounded outside. Ah OOO Gah. Ah OOO Gah. Sue, and Annie were waiting for her. Royce, Bruce, and Pete were already going in their pickup, with Doris. Tod and Betty were going to lead a string of horses, if they were needed, and Clara and Liz were going to baby sit with all the babies. David was taking the big pickup with the coffee maker in the back, accompanied by James. Carol was going to bring donuts, and meet them there. Barb, Francis, Luke, and Chris were going in Billy's truck. They went up to the main road and started the twisting path to the trailer. There was a clear place for them to park. Tod's pickup was inspected to see what the log had done, and left by the trailer to have the coffee maker unloaded. Bruce and Francis set it on the table for Cathy, who was going to be their "Central." She would relay messages, and in the event the booger was found, would come to where he was at. In spite of her resolve, and bravado, her knees were shaking.
Everyone was wearing orange hunting vests, and caps, and the men were all carrying .308s of one sort or another. HK 98s, Civilian type M-14s, and a Remington 742 carbine for one. The women were carrying pump action 12 ga. shotguns, and pouches of extra ammo. 50 rounds each of slugs. The men were all carrying 10 or more 30 round magazines except for Royce. His clips only held 4 rounds each, and he was carrying 20 of them in his pouch. All wore knives except for Bruce. He had a tomahawk he had been given by a dear friend. It had a piece of meteorite in the blade, which was keen enough to shave with, and weighed a little less than 3 lbs, and had a spike on the back end. Barb handed Cathy the Coach gun. "Put it to your hip and squeeze one trigger at a time. Let your body take the kick. Just point it and let it go. Both barrels are s**tter shot. Its loaded with 00 buck. One barrel cuts ya in half, the other makes ya into a crowd. Just in case." Carol sat the donuts beside the coffee maker, and kissed her on the cheek. "Gotta admit. Ya got more guts than I got. I'd STILL be shittin' bricks."
They paired off to go and look for any sign, except for Francis and Luke. The went first and checked Luke's welding rig, setting out new bottles of acetylene, and oxygen, and checked the 'dozer and the excavator. They checked the oil first and Luke unwound the hoses for the pneumatic grease gun, and greased the certs on the bulldozer. Last thing, he started it up to warm for the day. He only had a few places to grease on the excavator, and was finished quickly with it. He wound the hoses so no one would trip over them, and climbed inside to start it. He kicked an empty can and made a loud racket, and saw a brown face looking at him through the side glass panel. It saw him and ran and jumped over what Floyd had told him, was blackberry bushes. He shook his head from seeing the creature. It had covered the 50 or so yards faster than he could believe, and disappeared. His hands were shaking, but he got the excavator started, and climbed down to stand beside Luke. "What the fuck WAS that thing?" Luke asked. Francis looked at where it had gone. "I dunno, Bro, but it don't look like anything I ever saw, before. They turned and sat back to back, shotguns in their laps, to watch. NOTHING was gonna sneak up on THEM!!!
They talked as they sat. Luke felt Francis turn a bit. Ya know, I think we fell face first first inta sumpthin' great. Never got treated like this in muh life. Complete strangers that treat ya like long, lost kin folks. I only saw Rick one time, an that was a few days ago. Sittin' in a soul bar, an' this guy comes in and kisses the lady that owns the place, an' she kisses HIM just as hard. THEN, 'e turns around and kisses 'er daughter, fine lady, the same way. SHE jus' keeps on kissin' 'im, too. They laugh, talk, and carry on like somethin' else. Almost time ta close an the lady comes over ta see whut I want fer muh last drink, an I ast 'er about it. She winks at me and calls the daughter over. Says ta ast HER! She gets all soft lookin' an' says they went all the way from Kindergarten to Graduation in school together. He was not only good lookin', but the sweetest, kindest, most polite boy in the school. She had a BIG TIME crush on 'im, but, th' way things were, then, she couldn't let on. She let it slip one day, ta a couple o' the girls she hung with, thinkin' they'd keep 'er secret, what she thought of 'im. They stabbed 'er in th' back, tellin ever'one she was hot fer the white bread. She was lookin' ta be his "house nigger." People started callin' 'er "House negro" and "Aunt Jemima." Said she almost had ta leave town. She admitted that she would have, and still would, give him anything he wanted."
"How about YOU, Luke? I allus kinda figured YOU for a bad-ass. What gives?" Luke related the incidents in college. k**s that, at first, talked back to the teachers, and went around making trouble for those they disagreed with on ANYTHING. They were going around, and ganging up on people that thought different. If you weren't Politically Correct, or out for Social Justice, or just had a sticker supporting the wrong candidate, TO THEM, they would trash your car, your dorm room, and even YOU. He had ignored them until one night he was in his room at the dorm, and was watching his favorite movie on a CD. "Gone With the Wind." It was playing the soft version of "Dixie," and a couple of guys came in after him, screaming that he was a "racist, bigoted, Nazi, motherfucker. One pulled a knife on him, and he chopped his wrist, and broke it, and the guy fell, catching his arm between the mattress and the footboard of the bed, and broke it, too. Proctor hid the knife and told the Dean that HE had started the fight, and was always causing problems. " Got suspended, so I packed my kit, told 'em to kiss my ass, and left. Put "Dixie" on my cassette player, turned it up as loud as I could, and drove around the campus, flipping the bird to everyone that looked at me. Burned rubber at the gate, and left. Ain't goin' back, no way. I'll take correspondence courses to get my degree. For now, I got a good job, great people, and all I got to worry about is what I'm gonna do next. Was thinkin' 'bout goin and takin a look at the Rocky Mountains, an' the Grand Canyon. Now I don't know."
Cathy was standing outside the trailer, and was miserable. She had drank 4 cups of coffee, and a full, plus a half glass more, of ice tea. She needed to pee in the worst way, but didn't want to do it here. She felt like she was being watched, and it bothered her. She finally hitched her gun belt into a better place, picked up the coach gun and got into Tod's pickup. She pulled it over with the other vehicles, parked it, and got out, looking carefully around. She took her belt and laid it in the seat, and squatted down. "OH MY THAT FEELS GOOD!!!" she said to herself as the golden stream flowed from her. Suddenly, a shadow fell across her. "You okay, ma'am?" a voice asked. She stood, her hand on the coach gun. "GOD!!! Ya scared the piss outta me. Who are ya?" The tall lean man tipped his hard hat to her. "Muh name's Wes. I work fer Carl. He ast some o' us ta come out an look fer anything that wudden right, this mornin, an' ta bring guns. I parked down at the road and walked up through the woods. There's gonna be 4 o' us armed this mornin', somethin' about some trouble some lady had las' night. Was it YOU?" She nodded her head. "I thought I could handle it, but it looks more and more like I was wrong." "Yes Ma'am. Beggin'yer pardon, ma'am, but, doncha think ya might want ta pull yer trousers up? Mighty purty sight, but a little exposed." Cathy reached down and pulled her pants back on, fastening and straightening them. She took her gun belt, and rolled it up and put it in the box inside the bed. She DID pick up the shotgun and started across to the trailer. "Can't be TOO careful, ma'am." They walked over and she filled a cup with coffee for him. and opened one of the boxes of donuts. "Coffee fixins are in the ice chest. Help yourself to the donuts."
They talked, and were soon joined by 3 other men, also armed. Cathy, was getting warm in her long sleeve shirt, and pulled it off, leaving her T-shirt on. She had left her vest in the pickup, before, too. They were waiting for Carl and the crew to arrive, and tell them what he wanted them to do. It was barely past 7 in the morning, and was shaping up to be a hot one. They all remembered the swim they took, yesterday, and were remembering what she had looked like naked. She could tell what they were thinking, and smiled at the thought of making such an impression on them.
On impulse she stood and said simply, "Excuse me, guys." and walked back over to Sue's pickup. She opened the door and pulled out her deck shoes, sat on the running board of the pickup, and removed her boots and socks. Her shorts were inside her shoe. She removed her pants and pulled the shorts on, and slipped her feet into the deck shoes. NOW!!! She was comfortable, again. She went around and put the shotgun in the box with the pistol and belt, and locked it again.
She went over to the table and pulled out a chair and sat in it. "Now I feel human, again. Don't need any of that other stuff, now that I'm surrounded by all you men." She was more than aware that they were all checking out her boobs, and admiring her ass. She enjoyed it. The legs of her shorts were a little on the large side, and she crossed her legs, like the men do, aware that at least some of them would be able to see her pussy. She adjusted herself until she was satisfied that all of them had seen it. She scooted down in the chair and did her best "man spread" so all of them could see her pride and joy. It wouldn't take much to get her to sit naked and possibly more. She looked at her watch. 0710. Carl, Wayne and the others wouldn't be here for another 30 or 40 minutes. The medicine that Irene had given her must have been an aphrodisiac. She was hot to trot. "Hey guys. A question. If I went across to the trucks, and got a surprise out for you, would you be gentlemen, and not rush me, and not come over until the gentleman I was with, called you? If you will, I have a surprise I think you'll enjoy." They all agreed. She stood and put her arm through Wes's arm. "Come with me, Sweetie. I want to thank you for this morning."
They went over and went between the trucks. She was aware that, by just looking over, the others could see them UNDER the trucks. She reached under the seat of Billy's truck, and pulled out another of the moving blankets he kept there, and unrolled it on the ground. "Now," she told Wes, "you can get a good look at EVERYTHING!!! Just give me a good fuck in return." Her shorts went to the ground and her T was pulled over her head. She unzipped his pants, and immediately had him hard. She rolled to her back. "Tell me if you want me to ride you, or give it to ya doggy style. I can handle it in the back door, too. YOU'RE PLEASURE!!!" He went on top of her, and was inside her at once. She was soaking wet ever since she woke up this morning. She locked her ankles around his waist and pulled him down to kiss him. "Cum inside me, please. I want to feel it inside me." He took a fair amount of time, but soon grunted his seed inside of her. She thanked him, and asked him to send one of the other men over.
A minute later, a stocky guy with a buzz cut was with her. She asked what his name was, and he told her it was Truitt. She told him the same as she had told Wes. He looked her over and asked it he might have her doggy style. "Those tits are more than I can resist. I can play wit' them and get some poon at the same time." She had heard Ricky and Misti both use that word, and knew what he was referring to. He went to his knees, and she scooted over, offering her ass to him. She repeated her request for him to cum inside of her. She felt him sliding inside of her. HE was THICK!!! She felt her pussy stretching to make room for him. "GOD!!! I feel THAT!!!" she exclaimed. "OH MY GOD!!!" She felt herself being stretched. He was, it felt like, even BIGGER than John. He had a firm hold on her ass, and kept on pushing. She felt his stomach touch er butt, and he began to thrust in and out of her. She felt herself contracting in response, and began to sway her ass back and forth. It felt so good. She felt like she was stuffed, but there was NO pain. Just that glorious full feeling. When he felt her adjust to accept him, he released her butt, and reached under her to take her boobs in his hands. Their flesh meeting sounded like applause. He fucked her through several long orgasms, and finally filled her with sperm. He was smiling at her. The last man was standing over them, with a compact movie camera. She smiled at him unexpectedly, and asked, "You DO intend to SHARE that MOVIE, DON'T YOU? Everyone else enjoys seeing me get fucked, but I NEVER see it. I want to see the look on my face when the wienie starts spittin, TOO"
He restarted the blog, so she could see it. "It's almost 7 and a half minutes. I want some pussy too She conceded to his wish, and he was at once inside her. The fourth man was standing at the end of the truck watching as well. She felt like she was floating under him. "I'll have to get you, LATER. OKAY?" she asked him. She was hearing the rumble of the trucks approaching. He nodded and pulled his pants up. The third man filled her. He had been so turne on, that he was finished in a couple of minutes. He stood and Cathy grabbed her clothes and pulled them on before he had finished standing up. As the first truck went past them, she, to all looked like she was bending over to pick something up, and he was holding her arm. It was his camera. She put in her own number and sent it to herself, and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see YOU, LATER!!! I WANT MORE!!!
It was going to be a fun filled day for her.
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