Chapter 3

Sarah moaned, "Oh, God, Andy, fuckin' ain't felt this good since I started in the business 15 years ago! Ya're pecker just hits all my good spots. Try movin' up just a bit ta put more pressure on my clit. OH ... OH ... OH ... I'M COMIN', I'M COMIN'! ... HERE I COME, AGAIN! ... SHIT! ... THIS AIN'T POSSIBLE! ... OH ... OH ... OH ... I'M COMIN', AGAIN! ... DAMMIT, ANDY, WHERE YA BEEN ALL MY LIFE?"

This was when Andy finally exploded in the biggest come he ever had, even in his biggest jack off sessions. He shot stream after stream of semen into Sarah. Andy's cock was such a tight cork in her vagina that there was no escape to the outside world. For the first time in her life, Sarah had cum forced past her cervix; she felt like a balloon being inflated well beyond its capacity. Andy finally stopped shooting just as she was starting to hurt from the pressure. There was an egg in there which was about to give up the ghost when it was suddenly invigorated by contact with Andy's sperm. Andy would never know it, but he had just given Sarah a daughter to carry on the proud family business.

Sarah begged Andy to pull out to relieve the pressure; she just couldn't take it any longer. Andy backed off, and the pressure was relieved on Sarah's womb as his semen slowly leaked out, not fast enough to disturb the egg which had recently implanted itself. Andy backed off and stood on the floor at the end of the bed. He looked toward the door when he heard a chuckle come from that direction.

Sarah's mother was standing there, and she began to applaud. "That's the finest performance I ever seen! Do ya think that ya could get up fer another one?"

"I don't know, Ma'am. I ain't never done this much, afore."

"Well, let's see what we kin do ifen we encourages it." The woman at the door slipped off her dress and shoes and minced her way toward Andy. She came up to where he was standing and slid to the floor on her knees. She took his flaccid cock into her mouth and began to work on it only in the way a professional whore can with years of experience. She managed to get over 4 inches of limp cock into her mouth and throat before she was stopped by its sheer mass. Her practiced ministrations on it quickly got its attention, and it began to become more rigid and expand in diameter. When this happened, she was forced to back off a little, but she still had more in her mouth than Sarah had been able to manage. She worked on his pecker for only a minute or so before she eased off. "That seems ta be what I had in mind, but I don't want ta go too far. Now, let's try my specialty, I call it "cowgirl" style.

"It looks like Sarah ain't gonna be able ta move fer a while, soz ya jus' lie down on that there throw rug. Put yer legs together an' let me straddle ya, like I wuz ridin' a hoss." She put a foot on the floor on either side of Andy's hips and lowered herself until she came into contact with his cock. "Now, this is sumpthin' special fer me, too, soz I'm gonna need yer he'p. I'll hold this position while ya rubs yer cock head against my slit 'til ya kin feel the liquid. When ya do, jus' push up a little into my cunt hole and hold there. I'll lower my self on yer pecker, an' ya ease yerself back down ta the floor. Then, ya jus' relax an' let me do the work."

Andy did as he was bid, and she slid slowly down to engulf his cock within her pussy hole. The way she was squatting, she succeeded in pulling her vagina open a bit which made it easier for her to slide down. In fact, it was so easy that she almost forgot to stop when Andy's pecker started pushing against her cervix. However, she quickly caught herself when she felt a twinge of pain. Andy grunted, proving that he felt it, too.

She started bouncing up and down on his monster pecker, and it didn't take long for her to achieve her purpose. She was doing this strictly for her own benefit, and she only cared about Andy to the point of keeping his interest and his cock up. She simply wanted to feel the sensations from such a monster prick, so she was moving at her own best speed in an effort to reach an orgasm. Then it came! She let out a scream that could have been heard in Mexico if anybody had been listening. And she continued to scream as she continued to come. Andy would have pulled out in horror, but he had no where to go, so he just rode it out. Finally, she completely lost control and settled down so far on Andy that their pubic bones struck each other. This forced his pecker nearly 2 inches past her cervix, and this really made her scream!

In a completely involuntary reaction, she jerked to her feet before Andy had a chance to come. She then proceeded to collapse on the floor in a dead faint. Again, Andy heard applause from the direction of the door. Mrs. Smith was there and had a woebegone look on her face. "Oh, God, I wish I could feel that." She actually started to cry, breaking Andy's heart.

"Mrs. Smith, please don't cry. What can I do fer ya?"

"Ya kin fuck me, too!" Before he could say anything, she continued, "Ya won't have ta look at my face. I want it "doggy" style, so all ya'll see is my ass. Please say yes, ya dear man."

Andy could see the anguish in her eyes, so he said, "OK, Ma'am. I'll do whatever ya want."

Her face lit up, and she got rid of her dress so fast that it was almost magic. She dropped to the rug next to Andy and presented her butt to him from her hands and knees. "Jus' rub yer pecker head on my slit an' push it in." Andy cooperated and assumed the position. She pushed back as soon as she felt his cock against her pussy. Her vagina was plenty wet and her hole was fully stretched from years of experience, so he slipped into her with a minimum of effort. She was flexible and stretchy enough that he was able to push his full length into her cunt. She squealed in delight and started to bounce back and forth on his rod. "I ain't felt nothin' so good in over 30 years. I'm gonna come fer the first time in, must be, 15 years. OH! ... THAT'S SO GOOD! ... SO GOOD! ... OH, YA WONDERFUL BOY! ... THANK YA! ... THANK YA! ... THANK YA!..." Just as she started to collapse, Andy came again. Not as big a shot this time, but enough that Mrs. Smith felt it. She continued to scream her thanks for the wonderful fuck as she passed out from sheer ecstasy.

Andy looked around the room at the three unconscious women and couldn't help smiling with pride. HE had outlasted three professional whores—how many men could say that! He didn't know what he was supposed to do next, but he glanced out the window and saw that it was getting late in the afternoon. Dammit, he was supposed to be working, scouting for the trail drive. He had better get his clothes on and get back to the herd. His father would give him a sound cussing if he was late again.

Andy dressed as quickly as he could and rushed out to his horse. He mounted and set off at a brisk pace back toward the cattle. The cattle were still moving along, they had not settled down for the evening, so Andy's relatively late arrival was not noticed. However, at supper that night, one of his brothers did comment on how tired Andy looked and started teasing him about it. Andy got peeved and blasted back with an account of how he had spent his afternoon. His father and brothers stared at Andy in awe, and his father said, "I guess I don't need ta schedule that visit fer ya at the whore house in Sedalia, after all that." Andy grinned his widest grin and nodded his head in agreement.

Andy was riding in his usual position well ahead of the herd one afternoon when he spotted a group of 11 men off to his left. They appeared to be riding directly toward the herd, and Andy was very suspicious of their motives. It was very odd to see that many men riding together, considering the scarcity of men in Texas since the war. That number just hadn't had time to catch up, yet, what with "Reconstruction" barely a dead issue.

To be on the safe side, he decided to warn his father of the potential danger, so he rode as fast as he safely could back to the herd. His father, too, was concerned when he heard the news. He sent Andy to warn his brothers while his father tried to decide what to do. With only 3 men to work the cattle and Andy to scout, he did not have enough men for a pitched battle. His only choice appeared to be to set a trap for the rustlers. There was a sheltered valley a couple of miles ahead where the herd would be fairly safe without close supervision, so he ordered his sons to aim the cattle in that direction. They reached the valley and settled in before trouble showed up.