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Everybody sat down and started eating supper. There were more than enough leftovers for everyone to get their fill, and THEN some. The only thing that WASN'T a leftover were the pies. 2 each of cherry, pumpkin, and peach. Homemade whipped cream, much better than any store-bought, was the topping of choice. Dave and Hiram were congratulating William for jumping in, and saving their new neighbors such a tidy sum of money
Dave listened to the retelling of the tale, and asked if it might be a good idea to call Carl and let him in on what had happened, so he could take steps to protect his crew. Francis told them, that, as far as HE knew, Wayne, and a couple of others carried guns for use on rattlers, or possibly rabid a****ls. Mostly skunks, foxes, and raccoons. Dave had hunted with Carl in the past, and knew he owned several suitable weapons.
Bruce commented that he, Royce, Sue, and Annie were planning on going to the site right after breakfast, so they would be there when Carl and the men arrived in the morning. Lorene, hearing the talk as she descended the stairs, chimed in that she was going out, and Essie was going with her. SHE wanted to try and get a look at their antagonist. "He sounds to me like he was eat up by curiosity, hearing, and possibly smelling, what Luke and Cathy were doing. Boogers ain't so different as us. They like ta see a couple o' us "hairless boogers" makin' bacon. I seen em sit fer over an hour, outside o' a parking place, an watch the k**s fuck. Some o' 'em would get a hard-on an jack off, jus' like a human. Only thing that stops 'em from gettin' in on the fun, is they're shy. Most o' the ones we see just fucked up an we was in the right spot, at the right time. That or we wandered into a place we wasn't supposed to be, an they're tryin' ta scare us off."
She looked over at Bruce. "Remember that time I took ya over ta th' crawdad pond? Tell 'em what ya saw." Bruce thought for a second. "Are ya talkin about that time we climbed up in th' tree, an' sat there all night?" She nodded back at him. "Grandma took me to a place she knowed of, an' we climbed up in a big sycamore tree, an' sat there for almost 12 hours. I was around 13 at the time. Finally, we heard something close to the pond, like something scratchin'. We raised up ta see through some branches, an a female bigfoot was layin' on the ground, with 'er legs open. A male came and got on top o' 'er and started fuckin 'er. Just like people do. He fucked 'er for a while, an another one that was bigger come over and kicked the first one off o' her. HE started fuckin' 'er, but she tried ta run while he was kickin' the first one's ass, an' 'e grabbed 'er leg an pulled 'er back, and this 'un fucked 'er doggy-style. He had his back to us, but we could see 'im throwin' the meat to 'er. She set up a squall, but she took it fer a long time. It was light enough to see cum smeared all over 'er ass an legs though. It was just as the sun was comin' up. We sat there fer almost another hour, and skinned down the tree, an' went home. Gran'ma tole me that if they had seen us, they would likely have killed me, unless they saw that I was a k**, an they would've fucked her."
Lorene added to the story. "If a woman goes out while she's having her period, she's puttin' 'erself in danger. They can SMELL 'er, and it's like ringin' a dinner bell in front o' a starvin' man. When THEY smell like that, it's time fer em ta git laid. Rest o' th' time all they got is reg'lar body smells. Jus like the ol' joke. If'n I ketch ya, I'm gonna fuck ya. Diff'rence is, the gorilla was 500 pounds. These kin be 12 or 13 HUNDRED pounds. An most o' th' grown ones are carryin' around 15 to as much as, that I'VE seen, 24 or 5 inches o pecker. They's REAL big. An big around as a man's arm, too."
Luke had sat listening to them. "So. If he had decided he wanted Cathy, he would have killed me, and done what he wanted to HER?" Lorene nodded. "An there wouldn't be a thing you could do to stop him. Just his weight would be like a car on top of ya'. You'd be crushed. A male couldn't breed a human. He would be too heavy to go on top of her, and it would kill her to have somethin' that big goin' inside o' 'er. A baby that's less than a month old can have 7 or 8 inches, an be as big as a BIG man."
"Something ELSE to think about. I had one run alongside my car, an NOT breathe hard, an' I was goin' 45 miles an hour, an I saw one git mad, an twist an oak saplin in two, that was 4 inches thick. I've seen 'em pick up a car, an throw it, a couple o' times. They can swim faster than most people can run, too. Seen one swim across th' Arkansas River when it was 10 feet over flood stage."
Dave was shaking his head. "How would you fight one of these things and kill it then?' Lorene snorted. "Dan'l Boone kilt one with a flintlock in th' 17 hunnerds. HE was one o' OUR FOLKS, ya know. HE was a FIGHTER, an we got 'im an made im' one o' us. Lived with us off an' on fer a while. I seen 'em kilt with a shotgun. Got shot in the face with a load o' double OO shot, an finished off with a slug. Folks take em out with .308's an' .30-06's, too. Jus' gotta hit 'em right. Best ta git 'em in the head, or in th' heart. Hard tip bullets does best. Goes through all that muscle."
Dave took out his phone and called Carl, speaking with him for a few minutes. He closed his phone and turned back to Lorene. "He's gonna arm 5 or 6 of his guys with some guns, and put them around the site. He's gonna give everybody else a whistle, so if they see or smell anything, they blow the whistle, and someone comes with a gun. He' got some combat veterans that he trusts not to choke up. We'll take 6 or 8 people out, too. That should be good enough. We can tell 'em to try shootin' over their heads, first, though." Lorene nodded to him. "With all the noise, they SHOULD stay under cover."
A motor was heard outside. Abe recognized the sound and stepped to the door to open it. It was Barbara. SHE had CHANGED since the wedding, when they saw her last. She was a little taller than Cathy, and where Cathy favored her Father, Barbara favored her Mother. She had lost some weight, too. Before, she had been a little on he pudgy side. Just enough to make her natural softness evident. From whatever cause, her hair was closer to a honey blonde, than the light golden brown previously. Her legs were toned to perfection, and were a very light tan. I was her bust line that drew attention.
She was, as usual, wearing a tank top, that displayed a good bit of cleavage, and was wearing a pair if Bermuda shorts that matched the tank top. Both a bright Lemon yellow, and a yellow pair of deck shoes to match. She had been beautiful, before, but NOW was BREATHTAKING!!! She was carrying two suitcases, and an overnight bag in her hands. They were dropped to the floor, and she wrapped her arms around her Dad's neck, her legs encircling his waist, to smother him in tearful kisses. Her hair was MUCH longer, and was, for now, in a pony-tail, that was pulled through the back of a baseball cap, with "Weatherby Arms" logo on the front. Around her shoulder was a holster, nestled against her left breast, and holding, unless eyes deceived, a S&W Model 19, .357 magnum revolver. Her cell phone was sticking out of her hip pocket.
"OH, DADDY!!! I've missed you all so much! Where's MOM, and HOW IS CATHY?" Abe told her Mom was upstairs, WITH Cathy, and she went up the stairs at a run. MOMMY, MOMMY!!! WHERE ARE YOU?" They heard Gail's voice saying, HERE, SWEETHEART!!! IN CATHY'S ROOM!!!" Next came the sound of female squeals.
A few minutes passed and Barbara came back down. She was introduce to those that didn't already know who she was. Francis and Luke both stood and bowed, kissing her hand. She blushed at the greeting. "Had ta check if ya were gonna bite me or not. First time someones kissed my hand since the wedding." She hugged and kissed both of them, and Lorene, Essie, Hiram, and Bruce. Real honest to goodness First Nation People. A REAL honor. What nation do you come from? They told her the Cherokee, and the Choctaw nations. There was NO complacency in her voice, just curiosity.
She looked at Ricky and Billy with a big smile. "WHAT!!! NO KISS FOR YOUR SISTER-IN LAW? OR YER WOULD- BE, ALMOST BRIDE? I'M HURT!!!" COME ON AN' PUCKER UP FER ME!!! I GOT BIG WET ONES FER YA!!!" Both were already standing, and came over wrapping their arms around each other. "Ya know I STILL love ya both. A couple o' my FAVORITE MEN!" Can I talk ya inta comin' out ta the car, an helpin me with the other bags. I still got 3 suitcases, a wardrobe bag or 2, and 4 gun bags, an a carrier for el pistolas. It'll take a couple o' trips each for us to get it all. Both men looked puzzled. She giggled at them. "Got my Concealed Carry Permits a couple of months ago, and went bat-shit crazy. Got some good bargains, though. I'll show ya when we get 'em inside. She patted the weapon in a shoulder holster. THIS is my favorite, though. AH kin knock the eye out of a coyote with him at a dead run, at a hunnerd yards, by gum. DARN!!! Messin up my John Wayne voice, again."
They made it all in a few minutes, putting it in the room next to her Mom and Dad. She zipped the gun bags open, and one held a civilian type M-14 (M-1A), another contained a Weatherby Viscount .300 magnum. Next was a Heschler and Koch Mod. 98, in .7.62 NATO, the same caliber as the M-14, and a Ruger .338 La Pua. Both men looked at her, then each other. "GOD, GIRL!!! Ya goin' ta WAR OR SUM'THIN'?" She giggled. "How did I know YOU'D SAY THAT?"
Next she opened the pistol box. Inside of it was a S&W Mod. 500, .50 cal. revolver, A Colt .45 Peacemaker, and a Remington . 44 Russian. Lower, in another drawer, was a New England Arms Circuit Judge, that used either .45 Long Colt, or .410 shotgun shells, and two matched .38 cal. derringers, both double bbl. She looked at them and smiled,again. Under the back seat is a Remington Mod 870 12 ga. pump shotgun, a 12 ga. Double Barreled Coach Gun, and an AR-15 with 10ea. 30 round clips. Didn't want to get caught with my panties down." Been practicin', too! Palo Pinto County Sheriff and D. A. are both good friends. Got a couple more with Texas DPS, and they advised me what to get, and took me to their ranges to shoot. With the HK, and the 14, I can put 10 rounds in a 6 in circle at 800 yards. With the Weatherby, I can hit 9 outta 10 4 inch targets at 1000 yards, and with the La Pua, I can do the same at 1500 yards. That's as far as their ranges go. La Pua took some gettin' used to. Thing kicks like a pissed off mule."
Both brothers looked at each other. "When did THIS start? Ya wouldn't even touch a gun, before." She looked down. "When things started getting crazy, what with cops getting shot almost daily, and people shooting up churches. Got started, and found out how much fun it was, too. The rest is history. By the way, Ricky. I got my degree in Math, and another in Anthropology. The Palo Pinto b**st is drivin' ever'body nuts down there. Run some Boy Scouts out o' their campground a few weeks ago. Momma said you'd had some problems up here, too."
They discussed what had happened in the past weeks, and days. She told them that she wanted to tag along with them, tomorrow, and they agreed. That would put around 20 arms out in the morning.
She gave them a sly smile. "NOW!!! FOR THE IMPORTANT STUFF!!! WHO lays claim to the cute blonde guy? I'd like to get to know HIM, BETTER!!!" She was informed that it was he that was with Cathy, this afternoon, but, hands off the black guy. Essie was crazy over him. "HMMM!!! You ain't woman enough to take MY man." Barbara and Cathy both had nice singing voices, but where Cathy sang ballads, or lullabies, Barbara sang Country or Pop. She could knock out another Barbara, named Mandrell, or give a good showing on Loretta Lynn's music. She always broke up, though, when she tried to sing "Coal Miner's Daughter." She'd get a little more than half way, and start crying.
They went back down the stairs to the living room. She walked over in front of Luke and looked down at him, with a big smile. "Mind if'n I jine ya, Cutie?" Heard ya had some hoofin' with muh little sis, this afternoon. Mebbe, ifn ya feel like it, ya kin tell me about it. How about it? Wouldja go an spoon a little with me on the front porch? I could pertend ya was my beaux, an maybe, do a little neckin. I PROMISE not to do anything ya don't LIKE!"
It was amazing how fast Luke got o his feet. He bowed to her, and offered her his arm. They went to the front door, and he held it, and the screen door for her, and bowed, again as she went out. The others were silent. They all knew that this would be the best medicine for a lad in his condition. As the door closed, Rick and Billy described the arsenal that Barbara was carrying around, to the other men. They hadn't seen Annie and Sue in the kitchen. The two sisters gave each other a high five, and a rump bump. "Got another outdoors girl, now. We'll show the guys what for, an make em like it."
Luke and Barbara went down to the end of the porch, and sat in the swing. Luke sat for a minute, with his hands in his lap. "I'm a little chilly, could I slide over closer to you." Luke was completely startled. Here was a beautiful lady asking if SHE could slide closer to HIM. He raised his arm and put it around her shoulder, his hand on the back of the swing. She snuggled into him, and kissed his cheek. Ya know, ya don't have ta worry about breakin' anything. It's ALL soft enough to bend." She took his hand and put it on her breast. "See! Nice and soft for ya. There's two of 'em if yer interested. An this thing over 'em comes off. REAL easy. Got more interesting things about 2 foot lower. One's a lot softer, and the other is wetter, and VERY tight. I appreciate a REAL GENTLEMAN, but I'm more interested in a real MAN, right now. Feel like a little walk? Say down as far as the barn. My bubba has a nice PRIVATE office. We could get to know each other in the BEST ways." His heartbeat was like a bass drum in his ears. GOD!!! She's BEAUTIFUL!!!
Barbara put her arm through his and they walked, or strolled down to the barn. The light was on in the office, but the rest of the lights were out. They went to the door and it opened as if by magic. The office was empty. He was too aware that he hadn't cleaned up after their ordeal. As if reading his mind, Barbara told him. "There's a shower in the back room, with towels and soap, and, unless I'm VERY wrong, some shampoo if you want it." They peeked in and the shampoo bottle was the first thing in sight.
"Let me be of assistance." she whispered. "Cathy taught me how to help someone to clean up. I REALLY enjoy that part." She pulled his shirt off, and unfastened his jeans, pulling the zipper down. He had a line of hair up to his belly-button, and a smattering across his chest. "OH, YES!!! I like feeling a hairy chest. Makes me feel like a little girl."
She finished undressing him, and since her blouse was already gone, he unhooked the waistband of her shorts, and eased them down her legs to the floor, then hooked her panties, taking them to the floor, also. She lifted her feet and he pulled them off and placed them on the desk. She stepped in first, because the locker didn't leave enough room to go in side by side. She turned the water on and let it heat up, testing it with her hand. She winked at him and opened the drawer in the center, and pulled out a long rubber band. She wound her pony tail around her fingers and put the rubber band around her head, tucking the hair under it. "Ready made shower cap, don't ya know." She pulled him to her, and gave him the kind of kiss that he had dreamed of. Long, slow, gentle, and sweet. Here in the full light, he could see just HOW beautiful she really was. THIS was the EATIN' pussy. He was almost sorry that he would mess it up. BUT NOT enough to NOT do it. He reached for the bottle of soap, but it was already in HER hand. She stuck her tongue out at him. "NOT FAST ENOUGH!!! HA HA!!! TURN AND PUT 'EM ON THE WALL AN SPREAD YER FEET, JUNIOR!!!" She started at his neck and went down his back, reaching between his legs to cup his balls and dick, and scratching her way back to his asshole. It almost made his knees buckle. She giggled at the way his knees got weak. "GOTCHA!!!" She went the rest of the way down, lifting his feet and running her finger between his toes. She directed the spray over his body, and turned him to face her. The water glistening on her reminded him of the painting, "Venus Emerging from the Waves."
She told him to close his eyes and washed his face, rinsed it and went to his neck. Lower and lower she went. She took a hand full of the soap and took his penis between them, scrubbing vigorously, but gently, with the usual results. He had an instant erection. She put her hands to either side of her face. OH MY!!! IS THAT ALL FOR ME? OH, THANK YOU!!!" She rinsed him and put it in her mouth, sucking gently. "It's DELICIOUS!!!" She finished washing and rinsing him, and traded places.
He was washing her like he was washing a car. "Slow down, Sweetheart. I'm NEVER gonna run away from you. I'll be right here if you want. We'll get someone to bring us food once in a while, and stay here together. YOU tell ME!!!" Wash me good. I want to be nice and clean, and smell good for YOU!!! This is all for you, now. Tonight is the first of the rest of our lives. You are mine, and I am yours. For forever and a day." His head was swimming from her words.
He was trying to play it cool, but his hands were shaking from his excitement. He was comparing her to Cathy as he examined her. She was just a hair taller, and her boobs were just a little bigger. Cathy's hair was such a dark brown as to look black, and hers was the color of a well-baked loaf of bread. Cathy and her had nearly the same length hair, and both were as soft as any he had felt, before. Both had beautiful shaped bodies, and especially legs, and where Cathy and her were almost alike with their pussy mounds, Barbara's had more hair on it. She had trimmed it, to the shape of a flat-bottomed shield. About 2 inches across at the bottom, and 3 or so at the top. IT was almost as dark a brown as CATHY'S hair. He was washing between her legs, and the first thing he had noticed was that she was hairless between her legs. The other hair, over her clitoris, was long enough to be as soft as the hair on her head.
HE had started washing her in front. He had lingered with her breasts, and had excited her nipples. They were just a tiny bit lighter brown than Cathy's, but, when he nibbled and sucked them, they stuck out just as nice as Cathy's had. He had figured on laying back enough money to go further west. He wanted to see some of the things he had read about. The Rocky Mountains, and The Grand Canyon at the top of the list. Of lesser importance were the Giant Redwoods, and Yellowstone Park. The White Sands would be interesting, too. NOW he was in a REAL pickle. This girl was making him want to stick around for a while. Funny how a split-tail would do ya like that.
He was washing her, and exploring her, at the same time these other thoughts were going through his head. He had, last he checked, nearly $4000 dollars in his "war-chest." He had an acceptable ride. A 1977 Cutlass Supreme, that ran good, and didn't use much gas. Few dents and dings, but nothing to get worried about. Had a cassette player, and an AM-FM radio, too.
He STILL wanted to go back to school in a few years. He had 2, almost 3 years of college under his belt, and could skate through the rest, to his degree, if he wanted. He had got a belly-full of the rich k**s trying to tell him how to talk, or think. Calling him names and trying to goad him into a fight. Their favorite, it seemed, was to call him a racist, Nazi, homophobe. He agreed with some of the others, that they should have their asses kicked. Had thumped a couple in the dorm one night. One had pulled a knife on him, but had been rewarded with a broken arm and wrist. Proctor had sided with the other and lied about it. He had been suspended. He pulled stakes and left the day he was suspended.
He shook his head slightly to get these thoughts out of his head. HE had something WORTH thinking about. Right in front of him. He took her in his arms, and pulled her to him, giving the best kiss that he was capable of giving. It must have been good enough. He could feel her melting into HIS arms, and grinding her pubis into him.
He reached around her and turned the water off, and she reached through the plastic curtain and got a towel. He dried her off first, re-examining everything she had, and she had dried him in the same way. She took a blanket from the locker and laid it over the top of one of the futons there.
She stood looking at him, a strange look in her eyes. She finally spoke. "Well, what's it gonna be? We gonna have some fun, or are ya gonna stand there lookin' at what COULD be the best ya ever had? It's up to you." She stepped over and put her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes. "I wasn't entirely truthful with you on the porch. There IS one thing you could break." She patted just above her left breast. "It's right here. MY HEART! PLEASE!!! Give us a chance. Give us a couple of months to see if I'm right, or we really weren't meant for each other. Please?"
He smiled at her plea. For the first time in his life, the girl was having heart throbs over HIM, instead of the other way around. He asked her, "Do you want the lights off or on?" She smiled in return. "ON, please."
She had taken out a second blanket, just in case, and she folded it to use for a pillow. He reached down and pulled two that were laying on a footstool. "Lookin' fer these?" She took his hand and pulled him over and they laid on the futon. His arm under her neck, and her leg across his body. His other hand was filled with a delectable breast, that he was squeezing easily, and bent to take the nipple into his lips. Her breath caught for a second, then she purred.
He sucked the nipple, and felt her hunching into him. He raised his face, and she was waiting and gave him kiss after kiss, her tongue reaching into his mouth to fight the lovers duel. Her breath tasted like fresh mint. He knew she would taste the cherries on his. He had eaten 3 pieces of the pie. She commented, "She DOES make some wonderful pies, doesn't she? Annie made those. Her Mom makes the best spice cake you ever tasted. I just make love, and a mess in the kitchen. Nobody ever complains, though."
Luke rolled her over to her back, and went back to kissing her. Everything from her collar bones up, then her breasts. AGAIN! He couldn't get enough of them. He tarried over them for the longest, and discovered, to his joy, that he could bring her to orgasm from sucking and licking them. She came so many times that she was panting. He decided that there were more, and more interesting, things to discover, and went down to kiss her tummy. She jumped and broke out in wild laughter. "I'm ticklish, I'm ticklish. Gimme a break!!!" He stroked her, hoping to calm her down. She kept on breaking into giggles, at remembering. He went down, kissing her hipbones, and following the creases to her Mons. He nuzzled the hair, delighting in the sweet musky scent of a hot woman. The lower he went the further her legs opened. He kissed the flesh that enfolded her clitoris, and she pushed up into his face, and her hands went to the back of his head, to push down. Her soft brown thighs were around his ears. He nibbled and licked the tiny pink folds that opened like a flower to reveal the opening to her body.
She had stopped any semblance of giggling, and was moaning as he kissed her in such an intimate manner. He licked and kissed her in every spot he found, each time causing her to gasp or sigh. His nose had brushed her clit and it had raised up to see who had disturbed it. His tongue made the ambush, and his lips surrounded it, making her cry out in response. Her legs had gone around his body and was puling him as close to her as she could. She was humping his face and begging him. GIVE ME MORE!!! GIVE ME MORE!!! I WANT IT ALL!!! THIS IS HEAVEN!!! YOU EAT ME SO GOOD!!! OH. MERCY!!! YOUR TONGUE IS PURE MAGIC!!! REAM ME OUT!!! LICK MY TWAT FOR ME!!! I'M GUSHING JUICE, JUST FOR YOU!!!"
His tongue was inside her passage as far as he could reach and she was humping against his nose. Her hands were pushing him closer, and her legs were wound around him like a boa constrictor. Her head was back and she was almost in a paroxysm of joy. She was getting something few had EVER given her. PURE, AND UNDILUTED PASSION!!!
He ate her until her legs straightened and released the hold she had on him. He moved up and paused for a split second to place one of the pillows under her hips. He wasn't so big, or long. HE was the first to admit he was no Adonis, but he was aware of how to use what he DID have. He kissed her many times, and she returned the kisses, through the fog in her head. He put his lips to the base of her neck, and kissed it. Not enough to give her a hickey, but enough to excite her even more.
This time she sobbed from the new contact. Her legs were open more than enough to give him room to "work," and he hooked her knees around his elbows, and got into just the right place. He parted the tiny pink lips, once more, and this made her eyes open to look into his. She nodded to him. "YES, MY LOVER. TAKE ME!!! USE ME FOR YOUR AND MY PLEASURE. DON;T HOLD ANYTHING BACK FROM ME, PLEASE!!! FILL ME LIKE A VESSEL WITH YOUR LOVE!!! POSSESS ME IN EVERY WAY!!!"
He began to put pressure, and slide slowly inside of her. Her hips moved slowly to clear a path for him. "OH, DARLING!!! TAKE ME!!! TAKE ME!!! TAKE ME!!!" It felt like waves breaking on a shore, from the motion of her hips. He was all the way inside, and lay motionless, absorbed in the feeling of her surrounding him. The only movement was from her. She cooed and whimpered. He began to thrust, more gently that he ever had, into her. "YES, MY LOVE. YES!!! GIVE ME YOUR SEED!!! MAKE ME A REAL WOMAN!!!"
She had pulled her legs up, and her heels were resting lightly on his butt. He continued to drive into her, determined to make it last as long as possible. She covered his face, shoulders, neck, and arms in tiny kisses, as they danced the dance of love. Minutes, unknown to them, passed Their lips met, time after time, and shared kisses. Their eyes closed in passion, but stared into each others, looking into each others souls, seeking truth.
Finally a climax was reached. She was the first to give in and her head went back, her eyes wild, her mouth open, as if in pain. His teeth gritted as he attempted to last just a few more seconds. His eyes clinched and his butt did likewise. He gave it his best try, but it was too much to bear. Suddenly he felt the tingle and pressure of his ejaculation as it shot inside of her, causing her to scream with joy. She willed herself to open to the fullest, to receive his sperm as deep within her as it would go. She would move Heaven and Earth to coax him into being her MAN, for forever, and ever, and a day. They collapsed into each others arms, enjoying one more long, tender kiss. They could wait until morning to clean up.
The night wrapped loving arms around them. It was the time to sleep and dream of true love.
Dave listened to the retelling of the tale, and asked if it might be a good idea to call Carl and let him in on what had happened, so he could take steps to protect his crew. Francis told them, that, as far as HE knew, Wayne, and a couple of others carried guns for use on rattlers, or possibly rabid a****ls. Mostly skunks, foxes, and raccoons. Dave had hunted with Carl in the past, and knew he owned several suitable weapons.
Bruce commented that he, Royce, Sue, and Annie were planning on going to the site right after breakfast, so they would be there when Carl and the men arrived in the morning. Lorene, hearing the talk as she descended the stairs, chimed in that she was going out, and Essie was going with her. SHE wanted to try and get a look at their antagonist. "He sounds to me like he was eat up by curiosity, hearing, and possibly smelling, what Luke and Cathy were doing. Boogers ain't so different as us. They like ta see a couple o' us "hairless boogers" makin' bacon. I seen em sit fer over an hour, outside o' a parking place, an watch the k**s fuck. Some o' 'em would get a hard-on an jack off, jus' like a human. Only thing that stops 'em from gettin' in on the fun, is they're shy. Most o' the ones we see just fucked up an we was in the right spot, at the right time. That or we wandered into a place we wasn't supposed to be, an they're tryin' ta scare us off."
She looked over at Bruce. "Remember that time I took ya over ta th' crawdad pond? Tell 'em what ya saw." Bruce thought for a second. "Are ya talkin about that time we climbed up in th' tree, an' sat there all night?" She nodded back at him. "Grandma took me to a place she knowed of, an' we climbed up in a big sycamore tree, an' sat there for almost 12 hours. I was around 13 at the time. Finally, we heard something close to the pond, like something scratchin'. We raised up ta see through some branches, an a female bigfoot was layin' on the ground, with 'er legs open. A male came and got on top o' 'er and started fuckin 'er. Just like people do. He fucked 'er for a while, an another one that was bigger come over and kicked the first one off o' her. HE started fuckin' 'er, but she tried ta run while he was kickin' the first one's ass, an' 'e grabbed 'er leg an pulled 'er back, and this 'un fucked 'er doggy-style. He had his back to us, but we could see 'im throwin' the meat to 'er. She set up a squall, but she took it fer a long time. It was light enough to see cum smeared all over 'er ass an legs though. It was just as the sun was comin' up. We sat there fer almost another hour, and skinned down the tree, an' went home. Gran'ma tole me that if they had seen us, they would likely have killed me, unless they saw that I was a k**, an they would've fucked her."
Lorene added to the story. "If a woman goes out while she's having her period, she's puttin' 'erself in danger. They can SMELL 'er, and it's like ringin' a dinner bell in front o' a starvin' man. When THEY smell like that, it's time fer em ta git laid. Rest o' th' time all they got is reg'lar body smells. Jus like the ol' joke. If'n I ketch ya, I'm gonna fuck ya. Diff'rence is, the gorilla was 500 pounds. These kin be 12 or 13 HUNDRED pounds. An most o' th' grown ones are carryin' around 15 to as much as, that I'VE seen, 24 or 5 inches o pecker. They's REAL big. An big around as a man's arm, too."
Luke had sat listening to them. "So. If he had decided he wanted Cathy, he would have killed me, and done what he wanted to HER?" Lorene nodded. "An there wouldn't be a thing you could do to stop him. Just his weight would be like a car on top of ya'. You'd be crushed. A male couldn't breed a human. He would be too heavy to go on top of her, and it would kill her to have somethin' that big goin' inside o' 'er. A baby that's less than a month old can have 7 or 8 inches, an be as big as a BIG man."
"Something ELSE to think about. I had one run alongside my car, an NOT breathe hard, an' I was goin' 45 miles an hour, an I saw one git mad, an twist an oak saplin in two, that was 4 inches thick. I've seen 'em pick up a car, an throw it, a couple o' times. They can swim faster than most people can run, too. Seen one swim across th' Arkansas River when it was 10 feet over flood stage."
Dave was shaking his head. "How would you fight one of these things and kill it then?' Lorene snorted. "Dan'l Boone kilt one with a flintlock in th' 17 hunnerds. HE was one o' OUR FOLKS, ya know. HE was a FIGHTER, an we got 'im an made im' one o' us. Lived with us off an' on fer a while. I seen 'em kilt with a shotgun. Got shot in the face with a load o' double OO shot, an finished off with a slug. Folks take em out with .308's an' .30-06's, too. Jus' gotta hit 'em right. Best ta git 'em in the head, or in th' heart. Hard tip bullets does best. Goes through all that muscle."
Dave took out his phone and called Carl, speaking with him for a few minutes. He closed his phone and turned back to Lorene. "He's gonna arm 5 or 6 of his guys with some guns, and put them around the site. He's gonna give everybody else a whistle, so if they see or smell anything, they blow the whistle, and someone comes with a gun. He' got some combat veterans that he trusts not to choke up. We'll take 6 or 8 people out, too. That should be good enough. We can tell 'em to try shootin' over their heads, first, though." Lorene nodded to him. "With all the noise, they SHOULD stay under cover."
A motor was heard outside. Abe recognized the sound and stepped to the door to open it. It was Barbara. SHE had CHANGED since the wedding, when they saw her last. She was a little taller than Cathy, and where Cathy favored her Father, Barbara favored her Mother. She had lost some weight, too. Before, she had been a little on he pudgy side. Just enough to make her natural softness evident. From whatever cause, her hair was closer to a honey blonde, than the light golden brown previously. Her legs were toned to perfection, and were a very light tan. I was her bust line that drew attention.
She was, as usual, wearing a tank top, that displayed a good bit of cleavage, and was wearing a pair if Bermuda shorts that matched the tank top. Both a bright Lemon yellow, and a yellow pair of deck shoes to match. She had been beautiful, before, but NOW was BREATHTAKING!!! She was carrying two suitcases, and an overnight bag in her hands. They were dropped to the floor, and she wrapped her arms around her Dad's neck, her legs encircling his waist, to smother him in tearful kisses. Her hair was MUCH longer, and was, for now, in a pony-tail, that was pulled through the back of a baseball cap, with "Weatherby Arms" logo on the front. Around her shoulder was a holster, nestled against her left breast, and holding, unless eyes deceived, a S&W Model 19, .357 magnum revolver. Her cell phone was sticking out of her hip pocket.
"OH, DADDY!!! I've missed you all so much! Where's MOM, and HOW IS CATHY?" Abe told her Mom was upstairs, WITH Cathy, and she went up the stairs at a run. MOMMY, MOMMY!!! WHERE ARE YOU?" They heard Gail's voice saying, HERE, SWEETHEART!!! IN CATHY'S ROOM!!!" Next came the sound of female squeals.
A few minutes passed and Barbara came back down. She was introduce to those that didn't already know who she was. Francis and Luke both stood and bowed, kissing her hand. She blushed at the greeting. "Had ta check if ya were gonna bite me or not. First time someones kissed my hand since the wedding." She hugged and kissed both of them, and Lorene, Essie, Hiram, and Bruce. Real honest to goodness First Nation People. A REAL honor. What nation do you come from? They told her the Cherokee, and the Choctaw nations. There was NO complacency in her voice, just curiosity.
She looked at Ricky and Billy with a big smile. "WHAT!!! NO KISS FOR YOUR SISTER-IN LAW? OR YER WOULD- BE, ALMOST BRIDE? I'M HURT!!!" COME ON AN' PUCKER UP FER ME!!! I GOT BIG WET ONES FER YA!!!" Both were already standing, and came over wrapping their arms around each other. "Ya know I STILL love ya both. A couple o' my FAVORITE MEN!" Can I talk ya inta comin' out ta the car, an helpin me with the other bags. I still got 3 suitcases, a wardrobe bag or 2, and 4 gun bags, an a carrier for el pistolas. It'll take a couple o' trips each for us to get it all. Both men looked puzzled. She giggled at them. "Got my Concealed Carry Permits a couple of months ago, and went bat-shit crazy. Got some good bargains, though. I'll show ya when we get 'em inside. She patted the weapon in a shoulder holster. THIS is my favorite, though. AH kin knock the eye out of a coyote with him at a dead run, at a hunnerd yards, by gum. DARN!!! Messin up my John Wayne voice, again."
They made it all in a few minutes, putting it in the room next to her Mom and Dad. She zipped the gun bags open, and one held a civilian type M-14 (M-1A), another contained a Weatherby Viscount .300 magnum. Next was a Heschler and Koch Mod. 98, in .7.62 NATO, the same caliber as the M-14, and a Ruger .338 La Pua. Both men looked at her, then each other. "GOD, GIRL!!! Ya goin' ta WAR OR SUM'THIN'?" She giggled. "How did I know YOU'D SAY THAT?"
Next she opened the pistol box. Inside of it was a S&W Mod. 500, .50 cal. revolver, A Colt .45 Peacemaker, and a Remington . 44 Russian. Lower, in another drawer, was a New England Arms Circuit Judge, that used either .45 Long Colt, or .410 shotgun shells, and two matched .38 cal. derringers, both double bbl. She looked at them and smiled,again. Under the back seat is a Remington Mod 870 12 ga. pump shotgun, a 12 ga. Double Barreled Coach Gun, and an AR-15 with 10ea. 30 round clips. Didn't want to get caught with my panties down." Been practicin', too! Palo Pinto County Sheriff and D. A. are both good friends. Got a couple more with Texas DPS, and they advised me what to get, and took me to their ranges to shoot. With the HK, and the 14, I can put 10 rounds in a 6 in circle at 800 yards. With the Weatherby, I can hit 9 outta 10 4 inch targets at 1000 yards, and with the La Pua, I can do the same at 1500 yards. That's as far as their ranges go. La Pua took some gettin' used to. Thing kicks like a pissed off mule."
Both brothers looked at each other. "When did THIS start? Ya wouldn't even touch a gun, before." She looked down. "When things started getting crazy, what with cops getting shot almost daily, and people shooting up churches. Got started, and found out how much fun it was, too. The rest is history. By the way, Ricky. I got my degree in Math, and another in Anthropology. The Palo Pinto b**st is drivin' ever'body nuts down there. Run some Boy Scouts out o' their campground a few weeks ago. Momma said you'd had some problems up here, too."
They discussed what had happened in the past weeks, and days. She told them that she wanted to tag along with them, tomorrow, and they agreed. That would put around 20 arms out in the morning.
She gave them a sly smile. "NOW!!! FOR THE IMPORTANT STUFF!!! WHO lays claim to the cute blonde guy? I'd like to get to know HIM, BETTER!!!" She was informed that it was he that was with Cathy, this afternoon, but, hands off the black guy. Essie was crazy over him. "HMMM!!! You ain't woman enough to take MY man." Barbara and Cathy both had nice singing voices, but where Cathy sang ballads, or lullabies, Barbara sang Country or Pop. She could knock out another Barbara, named Mandrell, or give a good showing on Loretta Lynn's music. She always broke up, though, when she tried to sing "Coal Miner's Daughter." She'd get a little more than half way, and start crying.
They went back down the stairs to the living room. She walked over in front of Luke and looked down at him, with a big smile. "Mind if'n I jine ya, Cutie?" Heard ya had some hoofin' with muh little sis, this afternoon. Mebbe, ifn ya feel like it, ya kin tell me about it. How about it? Wouldja go an spoon a little with me on the front porch? I could pertend ya was my beaux, an maybe, do a little neckin. I PROMISE not to do anything ya don't LIKE!"
It was amazing how fast Luke got o his feet. He bowed to her, and offered her his arm. They went to the front door, and he held it, and the screen door for her, and bowed, again as she went out. The others were silent. They all knew that this would be the best medicine for a lad in his condition. As the door closed, Rick and Billy described the arsenal that Barbara was carrying around, to the other men. They hadn't seen Annie and Sue in the kitchen. The two sisters gave each other a high five, and a rump bump. "Got another outdoors girl, now. We'll show the guys what for, an make em like it."
Luke and Barbara went down to the end of the porch, and sat in the swing. Luke sat for a minute, with his hands in his lap. "I'm a little chilly, could I slide over closer to you." Luke was completely startled. Here was a beautiful lady asking if SHE could slide closer to HIM. He raised his arm and put it around her shoulder, his hand on the back of the swing. She snuggled into him, and kissed his cheek. Ya know, ya don't have ta worry about breakin' anything. It's ALL soft enough to bend." She took his hand and put it on her breast. "See! Nice and soft for ya. There's two of 'em if yer interested. An this thing over 'em comes off. REAL easy. Got more interesting things about 2 foot lower. One's a lot softer, and the other is wetter, and VERY tight. I appreciate a REAL GENTLEMAN, but I'm more interested in a real MAN, right now. Feel like a little walk? Say down as far as the barn. My bubba has a nice PRIVATE office. We could get to know each other in the BEST ways." His heartbeat was like a bass drum in his ears. GOD!!! She's BEAUTIFUL!!!
Barbara put her arm through his and they walked, or strolled down to the barn. The light was on in the office, but the rest of the lights were out. They went to the door and it opened as if by magic. The office was empty. He was too aware that he hadn't cleaned up after their ordeal. As if reading his mind, Barbara told him. "There's a shower in the back room, with towels and soap, and, unless I'm VERY wrong, some shampoo if you want it." They peeked in and the shampoo bottle was the first thing in sight.
"Let me be of assistance." she whispered. "Cathy taught me how to help someone to clean up. I REALLY enjoy that part." She pulled his shirt off, and unfastened his jeans, pulling the zipper down. He had a line of hair up to his belly-button, and a smattering across his chest. "OH, YES!!! I like feeling a hairy chest. Makes me feel like a little girl."
She finished undressing him, and since her blouse was already gone, he unhooked the waistband of her shorts, and eased them down her legs to the floor, then hooked her panties, taking them to the floor, also. She lifted her feet and he pulled them off and placed them on the desk. She stepped in first, because the locker didn't leave enough room to go in side by side. She turned the water on and let it heat up, testing it with her hand. She winked at him and opened the drawer in the center, and pulled out a long rubber band. She wound her pony tail around her fingers and put the rubber band around her head, tucking the hair under it. "Ready made shower cap, don't ya know." She pulled him to her, and gave him the kind of kiss that he had dreamed of. Long, slow, gentle, and sweet. Here in the full light, he could see just HOW beautiful she really was. THIS was the EATIN' pussy. He was almost sorry that he would mess it up. BUT NOT enough to NOT do it. He reached for the bottle of soap, but it was already in HER hand. She stuck her tongue out at him. "NOT FAST ENOUGH!!! HA HA!!! TURN AND PUT 'EM ON THE WALL AN SPREAD YER FEET, JUNIOR!!!" She started at his neck and went down his back, reaching between his legs to cup his balls and dick, and scratching her way back to his asshole. It almost made his knees buckle. She giggled at the way his knees got weak. "GOTCHA!!!" She went the rest of the way down, lifting his feet and running her finger between his toes. She directed the spray over his body, and turned him to face her. The water glistening on her reminded him of the painting, "Venus Emerging from the Waves."
She told him to close his eyes and washed his face, rinsed it and went to his neck. Lower and lower she went. She took a hand full of the soap and took his penis between them, scrubbing vigorously, but gently, with the usual results. He had an instant erection. She put her hands to either side of her face. OH MY!!! IS THAT ALL FOR ME? OH, THANK YOU!!!" She rinsed him and put it in her mouth, sucking gently. "It's DELICIOUS!!!" She finished washing and rinsing him, and traded places.
He was washing her like he was washing a car. "Slow down, Sweetheart. I'm NEVER gonna run away from you. I'll be right here if you want. We'll get someone to bring us food once in a while, and stay here together. YOU tell ME!!!" Wash me good. I want to be nice and clean, and smell good for YOU!!! This is all for you, now. Tonight is the first of the rest of our lives. You are mine, and I am yours. For forever and a day." His head was swimming from her words.
He was trying to play it cool, but his hands were shaking from his excitement. He was comparing her to Cathy as he examined her. She was just a hair taller, and her boobs were just a little bigger. Cathy's hair was such a dark brown as to look black, and hers was the color of a well-baked loaf of bread. Cathy and her had nearly the same length hair, and both were as soft as any he had felt, before. Both had beautiful shaped bodies, and especially legs, and where Cathy and her were almost alike with their pussy mounds, Barbara's had more hair on it. She had trimmed it, to the shape of a flat-bottomed shield. About 2 inches across at the bottom, and 3 or so at the top. IT was almost as dark a brown as CATHY'S hair. He was washing between her legs, and the first thing he had noticed was that she was hairless between her legs. The other hair, over her clitoris, was long enough to be as soft as the hair on her head.
HE had started washing her in front. He had lingered with her breasts, and had excited her nipples. They were just a tiny bit lighter brown than Cathy's, but, when he nibbled and sucked them, they stuck out just as nice as Cathy's had. He had figured on laying back enough money to go further west. He wanted to see some of the things he had read about. The Rocky Mountains, and The Grand Canyon at the top of the list. Of lesser importance were the Giant Redwoods, and Yellowstone Park. The White Sands would be interesting, too. NOW he was in a REAL pickle. This girl was making him want to stick around for a while. Funny how a split-tail would do ya like that.
He was washing her, and exploring her, at the same time these other thoughts were going through his head. He had, last he checked, nearly $4000 dollars in his "war-chest." He had an acceptable ride. A 1977 Cutlass Supreme, that ran good, and didn't use much gas. Few dents and dings, but nothing to get worried about. Had a cassette player, and an AM-FM radio, too.
He STILL wanted to go back to school in a few years. He had 2, almost 3 years of college under his belt, and could skate through the rest, to his degree, if he wanted. He had got a belly-full of the rich k**s trying to tell him how to talk, or think. Calling him names and trying to goad him into a fight. Their favorite, it seemed, was to call him a racist, Nazi, homophobe. He agreed with some of the others, that they should have their asses kicked. Had thumped a couple in the dorm one night. One had pulled a knife on him, but had been rewarded with a broken arm and wrist. Proctor had sided with the other and lied about it. He had been suspended. He pulled stakes and left the day he was suspended.
He shook his head slightly to get these thoughts out of his head. HE had something WORTH thinking about. Right in front of him. He took her in his arms, and pulled her to him, giving the best kiss that he was capable of giving. It must have been good enough. He could feel her melting into HIS arms, and grinding her pubis into him.
He reached around her and turned the water off, and she reached through the plastic curtain and got a towel. He dried her off first, re-examining everything she had, and she had dried him in the same way. She took a blanket from the locker and laid it over the top of one of the futons there.
She stood looking at him, a strange look in her eyes. She finally spoke. "Well, what's it gonna be? We gonna have some fun, or are ya gonna stand there lookin' at what COULD be the best ya ever had? It's up to you." She stepped over and put her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes. "I wasn't entirely truthful with you on the porch. There IS one thing you could break." She patted just above her left breast. "It's right here. MY HEART! PLEASE!!! Give us a chance. Give us a couple of months to see if I'm right, or we really weren't meant for each other. Please?"
He smiled at her plea. For the first time in his life, the girl was having heart throbs over HIM, instead of the other way around. He asked her, "Do you want the lights off or on?" She smiled in return. "ON, please."
She had taken out a second blanket, just in case, and she folded it to use for a pillow. He reached down and pulled two that were laying on a footstool. "Lookin' fer these?" She took his hand and pulled him over and they laid on the futon. His arm under her neck, and her leg across his body. His other hand was filled with a delectable breast, that he was squeezing easily, and bent to take the nipple into his lips. Her breath caught for a second, then she purred.
He sucked the nipple, and felt her hunching into him. He raised his face, and she was waiting and gave him kiss after kiss, her tongue reaching into his mouth to fight the lovers duel. Her breath tasted like fresh mint. He knew she would taste the cherries on his. He had eaten 3 pieces of the pie. She commented, "She DOES make some wonderful pies, doesn't she? Annie made those. Her Mom makes the best spice cake you ever tasted. I just make love, and a mess in the kitchen. Nobody ever complains, though."
Luke rolled her over to her back, and went back to kissing her. Everything from her collar bones up, then her breasts. AGAIN! He couldn't get enough of them. He tarried over them for the longest, and discovered, to his joy, that he could bring her to orgasm from sucking and licking them. She came so many times that she was panting. He decided that there were more, and more interesting, things to discover, and went down to kiss her tummy. She jumped and broke out in wild laughter. "I'm ticklish, I'm ticklish. Gimme a break!!!" He stroked her, hoping to calm her down. She kept on breaking into giggles, at remembering. He went down, kissing her hipbones, and following the creases to her Mons. He nuzzled the hair, delighting in the sweet musky scent of a hot woman. The lower he went the further her legs opened. He kissed the flesh that enfolded her clitoris, and she pushed up into his face, and her hands went to the back of his head, to push down. Her soft brown thighs were around his ears. He nibbled and licked the tiny pink folds that opened like a flower to reveal the opening to her body.
She had stopped any semblance of giggling, and was moaning as he kissed her in such an intimate manner. He licked and kissed her in every spot he found, each time causing her to gasp or sigh. His nose had brushed her clit and it had raised up to see who had disturbed it. His tongue made the ambush, and his lips surrounded it, making her cry out in response. Her legs had gone around his body and was puling him as close to her as she could. She was humping his face and begging him. GIVE ME MORE!!! GIVE ME MORE!!! I WANT IT ALL!!! THIS IS HEAVEN!!! YOU EAT ME SO GOOD!!! OH. MERCY!!! YOUR TONGUE IS PURE MAGIC!!! REAM ME OUT!!! LICK MY TWAT FOR ME!!! I'M GUSHING JUICE, JUST FOR YOU!!!"
His tongue was inside her passage as far as he could reach and she was humping against his nose. Her hands were pushing him closer, and her legs were wound around him like a boa constrictor. Her head was back and she was almost in a paroxysm of joy. She was getting something few had EVER given her. PURE, AND UNDILUTED PASSION!!!
He ate her until her legs straightened and released the hold she had on him. He moved up and paused for a split second to place one of the pillows under her hips. He wasn't so big, or long. HE was the first to admit he was no Adonis, but he was aware of how to use what he DID have. He kissed her many times, and she returned the kisses, through the fog in her head. He put his lips to the base of her neck, and kissed it. Not enough to give her a hickey, but enough to excite her even more.
This time she sobbed from the new contact. Her legs were open more than enough to give him room to "work," and he hooked her knees around his elbows, and got into just the right place. He parted the tiny pink lips, once more, and this made her eyes open to look into his. She nodded to him. "YES, MY LOVER. TAKE ME!!! USE ME FOR YOUR AND MY PLEASURE. DON;T HOLD ANYTHING BACK FROM ME, PLEASE!!! FILL ME LIKE A VESSEL WITH YOUR LOVE!!! POSSESS ME IN EVERY WAY!!!"
He began to put pressure, and slide slowly inside of her. Her hips moved slowly to clear a path for him. "OH, DARLING!!! TAKE ME!!! TAKE ME!!! TAKE ME!!!" It felt like waves breaking on a shore, from the motion of her hips. He was all the way inside, and lay motionless, absorbed in the feeling of her surrounding him. The only movement was from her. She cooed and whimpered. He began to thrust, more gently that he ever had, into her. "YES, MY LOVE. YES!!! GIVE ME YOUR SEED!!! MAKE ME A REAL WOMAN!!!"
She had pulled her legs up, and her heels were resting lightly on his butt. He continued to drive into her, determined to make it last as long as possible. She covered his face, shoulders, neck, and arms in tiny kisses, as they danced the dance of love. Minutes, unknown to them, passed Their lips met, time after time, and shared kisses. Their eyes closed in passion, but stared into each others, looking into each others souls, seeking truth.
Finally a climax was reached. She was the first to give in and her head went back, her eyes wild, her mouth open, as if in pain. His teeth gritted as he attempted to last just a few more seconds. His eyes clinched and his butt did likewise. He gave it his best try, but it was too much to bear. Suddenly he felt the tingle and pressure of his ejaculation as it shot inside of her, causing her to scream with joy. She willed herself to open to the fullest, to receive his sperm as deep within her as it would go. She would move Heaven and Earth to coax him into being her MAN, for forever, and ever, and a day. They collapsed into each others arms, enjoying one more long, tender kiss. They could wait until morning to clean up.
The night wrapped loving arms around them. It was the time to sleep and dream of true love.
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