Chapter 1
Why me, Lord, why me? I'm just a poor redneck trying to live out my life in North East Texas. I couldn't afford a lawyer even if I didn't detest the bastards, so why did you let the bank steal my place?
Why? I didn't really have to ask, did I? Even I knew prayer was always answered, no matter what. Only trouble is, in my case the answer is usually no.
So here I am, a forty-four year old cowboy stuck in 2006, and fucked out of my thirty acres and my shack. Take my advice and never build anything you want to keep on land you don't own the minerals under.
I don't guess I had a real bitch coming, they payed me five times what I'd spent on the land and threw in a hundred bucks per square foot for the patched up little shack I called home. You could say I made out like a bandit.
The money wasn't what I wanted though, I wanted to stay where I was and basically be left alone. No chance of that when they struck a gusher two miles from me. A god damned gusher for Christ's sake. I thought those were over with decades ago.
I could have stayed right where I was, barely. But when the geologists got done figuring they said the perfect spot for another well was right in the exact center of my thirty acres.
No matter what you think about environmental regulations, let me tell you that when they sink an oil well they still make a fucked up stinking mess. I took the money, after quite a bit of bitching raised the price a good bit, and I ran - so to speak.
Actually I caught a ride to the Chivalay place in town and bought me a six wheel drive Silverado 3500 LT with all the bells and whistles I could find. I even added a few, like the 200 gallon extra tank behind the cab. It already had two 20-gallon tanks installed but the extra one I had added gave me plenty of time between stops.
I still had money to burn from my buyout and I planned to spend it all before the IRS noticed. Then I planned to disappear. That's right, I intended to drop right off the radar.
Key to my plan was leaving with cash only, no bank accounts and no credit cards. First I paid a small fortune to fill up all my tanks and then I went to the post office to fill out a change of address card. I picked a quaint little abandoned house I knew of that was even further back in the woods than I'd been. When the IRS finally came around looking for me, no earlier than a couple of years I was sure, they'd have a hell of a time finding anyone at all.
I spent the next few days buying a camper trailer, nothing too fancy you understand, but I'd always admired the Airstreams and the twenty-eight footer seemed just right to me. I even put on a camper shell for the pickup bed. I wouldn't be sleeping back there. Having a two hundred gallon spare gasoline tank in my bedroom just didn't appeal to my delicate sensibilities, but the shell would keep my stuff from getting wet. And I had a lot of stuff.
I was like a human pack rat; if I ever got hold of something I didn't let it get away from me. If it was an antique firearm or an interesting web page, I saved it. I was probably the only guy within two hundred miles that had four computers for his own use.
It helped that I built my own, money wise anyway, and it seemed like every time a newer and bigger hard drive came along I had to have at least one. Hell, it got so bad that I had to buy USB conversions for my drives because I couldn't find motherboards that had enough IDE connections to attach them all. I spent half my time trying to remember where I'd saved some stupid file I wanted.
By the time I'd packed up all the crap I was taking with me, and taken the time to build a desk for my computers into my new camping trailer a week had gone by. It was time to shake the dust of my hometown and make like a baby. I headed out.
Next stop, Big D, as in Dallas. It wasn't that I cared much for the city, I didn't. Still, I could find things I wanted there and I wanted a lot.
I found a good laptop at Frys and I liked it so well I bought two. I picked up a twenty-one inch flat panel for my trailer network and found a heavy-duty inverter so I could power it from the truck's batteries if I couldn't find a handy AC outlet to use. A few hundred dollars worth of other odds and ends and I was off.
I already had all the rifles and pistols I needed, more than I needed in fact. That didn't mean a thing to me though. When you have plenty of money and no debts, none you're going to pay anyhow, you buy what you want, not what you need.
I loved firearms of all types; well I'll be honest, I loved weapons. I had pretty much all of them I wanted already but that didn't mean I had every single one I wanted. There was one I'd longed for since it came out, but I'd never had enough money together at the same time to buy it.
I wanted a Barrett 82A1 50 caliber. I know, it's a small cannon, but the thought of a rifle that was deadly out to a thousand meters was more than I could get away from. What the hell, it was only money.
A Barrett isn't the kind of firearm you can pick up at Wal-Mart. In fact, I had to call the company to find a dealer in Dallas that might have one in stock. There were only two that I could get hold of by phone and they acted like they wanted retail price plus fifty percent.
When I'd called, Barrett told me they would sell direct to anyone with a Federal Firearms License, so I found a pawnshop that had one and made a deal. Hell, he was tickled pink to order one and make only five hundred bucks over his cost and freight. He was even happier to order me an ATN 4-12x80 Day Night scope for it. The best guess was that it would be nearly a week for both to arrive, but I didn't give a shit. I paid half and waited, spending my nights in the trailer and my days shopping for other crap.
It was almost two weeks later before I had the Barrett, scope, reloading dies, and a stock of powder, primers, and bullets gathered up. I still had nearly a hundred thousand in cash too. Next stop Las Vegas.
I was glad to get out of Dallas but I had to take another short break up near Amarillo. I got to thinking about all the firearms I was carrying around the country and decided I needed to find a good hidey-hole for them in the trailer.
A welder I ran across said he'd be glad to take my money to build me a steel box under the trailer's floor; he got it done in less than two days. It wasn't even much of a bother to get into and out of, all I had to do was pull up a part of the carpet in the main bedroom. After a while I could yank back the carpet, get into the box and then put the carpet back down looking like it had never been bothered in fifteen minutes.
Four days later I was in Vegas, feeding the slots and drinking free whiskey. They'd let you have all you could hold for nothing as long as you kept pumping coins in the slots.
I even got friendly with a great looking waitress by tipping her a twenty every time she refreshed my drink. I was trying to get up the nerve to hit her up to spend some time away from work with me when she beat me to it.
She brought me a refill and let me know that she was getting off work in a few minutes and she asked me how late I was going to gamble.
"It's getting a little boring, where're you headed after work?" I asked.
"I usually go right home but I'm a little hungry tonight," she said.
"Any chance I could buy you some supper?"
"I think I'd like that. Meet me in the entrance lobby in about fifteen minutes," she said.
I wouldn't have recognized her in her normal clothes if it hadn't been for her titties. I'd know that pair anywhere, and believe it or not, her street clothes showed more cleavage than the waitress get up had. Naturally the dress covered more than the heavy-duty panty type things she wore at work but you can't have everything, at least not right off the bat.
The doorman asked and I had him signal for a cab. Gail and I were in it before I had any idea where we were going. When the cabby asked I looked at Gail for suggestions. She named a place and I told him to take us there before she even got to what they served.
It wasn't ostentatious, especially for Vegas, and wonder of wonders there wasn't even a single slot machine in sight. The menu and their prices let me know they weren't trying to make money from any gambling and didn't need to. The place was packed.
My New Your Strip was done perfectly though and Gail's lobster looked great too. It was a wonderful meal and we were both stuffed before we were finished.
"Where to now, Tex?" Gail asked me, after we were done.
"I'll leave that up to you since I don't have to work tomorrow," I said.
"I think I could stand some dick for desert, do you have any?" she asked, and then giggled at the look on my face.
"Sure 'nough, Ma'am. Don't worry your pretty little head 'bout that," I said, maximizing my normal Texas drawl.
In another cab Gail gave the driver her address and we were in her apartment soon enough. She turned around when the door was closed and I pulled her in for the first kiss. Gail wasn't a bit shy and while we were swapping tongues she started unbuttoning my shirt. Hell fire, this was the way the world should always work. I started trying to do the same for her.
The only thing better than a black haired, big tittied woman is a naked black haired, big tittied woman, and I improved on Gail as fast as I could.
Of course there was a miniature fuckup when my pants were down past my knees and Gail discovered I was wearing boots. She fixed it quickly by shoving me into a chair, straddling one of my legs, and pulling the boot off the right way. Since she was already naked ahead of me I got a wonderful view of the places I wanted to be, and got another one when she removed the other boot.
With me now every bit as naked as she was, Gail pulled me out of the chair by the hand, and then grabbed my throbbing dick to lead me toward her bedroom.
"Come on, cowboy, it's time for you to ride."
"Yes'm," was all I could say.
When we reached her king sized bed she let me go and pulled off the comforter and pillow shams, and then dove into the middle, showing me her fine ass again, and then rolling over to wiggle those titties at me. I joined her right away and we were kissing again in seconds, with even better skin-to-skin contact this time.
We kissed and cuddled for a while and then I let my lips stray to her ears and down her neck to nibble at her throat. Since it seemed she was enjoying it as much as me, I nibbled on down between those fantastic titties and then let my lips scale one of the peaks to find a firm nipple.
I hoped I wasn't going to fast but the need to taste her cooter came on me hard, so I kissed my way toward it and her legs nearly flew apart. When I got my first taste I was almost in love.
"God damn I knew it the first time I saw you," she said, groaning.
"Knew what?" I asked, between swipes with my tongue.
"I could just tell you could lick a pussy like nobody's business, and damned if you aren't proving it."
Since she seemed to admire my skills I redoubled my efforts, staying on the job even after she started moaning for me to climb aboard. I kept it up until she started shaking all over and then shrieked as she blasted off. I was up beside her again, kissing and nibbling while she recovered.
When she had her breath back, Gail was determined to suck my dick, whether it needed it or not and who was I to tell her no. She did a great job for a while but I could tell when she started losing interest in sucking and started thinking about a good fucking.
Soon enough she was straddling me and lowering her lickable sweet spot down around my dick, and I was damned sure surprised at the way it seemed I nearly had to pry my way in. I knew she couldn't be any relation to a virgin, but someone had taught that girl to Kegel at some time and it was plain she'd kept up the workouts.
Her slow pace surprised me too, until I realized that she was doing it to tease us both. She'd lower herself until I was all the way up her and then clamp down with her insides as she rose til only my German helmet was still inside, then she'd do it all over again. When I put my hands on her waist she took hold of them and put 'em to her titties.
"Here," she said, "Hold these."
I was glad to. It always helps to have something to do with your hands. It also helped me keep my mind off how good her fucking was getting. I'd have never thought it could happen before she started this little dance, but by now it was getting so good I was afraid I'd blow off too quickly.
Gail settled my hash on that matter though. She stopped fucking and rolled me to the top without losing Jr.
"All right now Tex, show me you can fuck," she said, and I did my best.
I barely managed to get her off before I blew, and then we settled down to cuddle up, just kissing and teasing until we had our wind back.
In a few minutes she got up to visit the bathroom and when she came out she went on into the living room. I took my turn in the pisser then and got back into bed when I was done, with Gail joining me a few minutes later.
"We'd better get some sleep for a few hours now," she said, as we cuddled up again.
"Sounds good to me. What time do you need to get up tomorrow?" I asked.
"I don't. I'm off tomorrow and the next day. It's you that needs some rest though," she said.
"It wouldn't hurt me any, but I can rest a little and try to ring your chime again in a while," I said.
"That sounds good, but Sharon would kill me if I wore you out," she said.
"Who's Sharon?"
"She's my roommate. My open door and the note I left her on the table will have her dripping before she can get naked and get in here. There'll be hell to pay if you can't live up to my billing, and Sharon is a redhead," she said, as she rolled to her side and presented a wonderful back to snuggle up against.
Just like any fresh fucked man, I was asleep in seconds. I nearly woke hours later, when I felt the bed wiggling a little, but fought it. There was no more time for sleep though when I felt an arm come over from the new body snuggled up to my back, since the hand at the end of it took hold of my dick.
"Oh, Gail. He does have a big one, doesn't he?" the sweet sounding voice behind me asked.
"Of course he does. Didn't I tell you he was a Texan?"
"Yes, but you know how some of the runts from there are," the voice, that must belong to Sharon said.
"Hell, those are probably Yankees that moved to Texas," Gail said.
Since Sharon was pumping my now hard dick I didn't say one damned thing, but I was trying to purr.
"Well help me roll this big boy over Gail, I want to get my eyes on this dick along with my hands," Sharon said, and they did.
Getting my eyes on Sharon was a treat in itself. She and Gail had titties of about the same size, and even their nipples were comparable, except that Sharon's were a bright pink and Gail's were a little dusky. They both looked good to me and I decided that my hands could do a little stroking too.
"What a deal," Sharon said, once I was on my back, "I don't even have to suck him up hard. Are you ready, cowboy?"
"Was Jesus a carpenter? Hell yes I'm ready. Can you post a trot?"
"Damned if I know about that, but I think I can swallow that post, or part of me can anyway," she said, and then she straddled me, like Gail had at first.
It was Deja-tight-pussy, all over again. One or the other of them had started a Kegel school right here in this apartment, no doubt, and they'd both been keeping up with their studies. To me, there's nothing better than tight pussy and now I knew they both had one.
Sharon didn't take it slow and teasing like Gail had though, she fucked me hard from the start and got stronger as she went along. She struck a gusher in no time flat and fell forward onto me as she squealed one off herself. Of course I was ready for a nap right away, but it wasn't to be.