Chapter 9

As usual, Andy spent most of the day on his scouting assignment before returning to the herd. He was met by Jasmine, holding the tweezers and wearing nothing below her waist. "Andy, I needs ya ta do yer hair pullin' now, cuz last night the pain put me a bit off my feed. I want ya ta pull now soz I kin rest afore my fuck session with yer pa."

"I'm agreeable, but I'll need ta talk ta Pa fer a few minutes 'bout my scouting, afore I does anythin' else. Ya climb inta the wagon, an' I'll be with ya in a minute." Jasmine nodded, and Andy went to talk to Josh about what he had found on his scouting trip. There was nothing remarkable, so Andy finished quickly and joined Jasmine in the wagon.

Jasmine was lying on her back on a blanket with her legs spread. Andy climbed between her legs and prepared to pull out her pussy hair, one strand at a time. The hair was curly and a bit matted, so he had to look closely at what he was doing. Actually, working in the afternoon with the daylight to see by, he was able to work faster than he had the night before. He had worked well down her left pussy lip and was nearing the bottom, when Jasmine spoke up. "Andy, I needs ya ta give it a rest fer a few minutes. It's startin' ta hurt right smart, soz I got an idee what we kin do while it eases off. Ya come up here an' let me practice sucking on yer pecker fer a while."

Andy was feeling the pressure of being that close to Jasmine's pussy, so he was glad for the relief she offered. Jasmine started to suck on Andy's cock and try to get it as far down her throat as she could manage. She did, by diligent effort, manage to get the head into her throat before the gag reflex took over. She had to back off, then, but she had managed to accommodate more of his cock than ever before, so she felt like she was making progress.

Meanwhile, because of space limitations in the wagon, Andy had switched around so that his head was near Jasmine's pussy. He couldn't resist, so he began licking the area that he had just plucked. This area, of course, was very sensitive, so his tongue was having a momentous effect on Jasmine. She was rising to orgasm as Andy licked, so she began to bounce around a little at both her ends. Every time her ass came off the wagon bed, so did her head. In effect, Andy was fucking Jasmine's mouth as she moved up and down on his prick. This was pushing him toward a climax, too.

When Andy switched from licking Jasmine's pussy lips to sucking and nibbling on her clit, she reached her peak and started a heavy orgasm. This caused her to buck her hips and her head, so much so that she jammed almost the full length of Andy's pecker down her throat. Her reaction was to start to gag in earnest, and the motions of her throat muscles on Andy's cock were a feeling like he had never experienced before! This brought him, too, over the top, and Andy's squirted his usual copious quantity of semen down Jasmine's throat.

By some miracle, through the gag spasms, she felt this flow of semen and was excited even further. She reveled in what she had accomplished, and this was enough to conquer the gaging. She actually had a few moments to enjoy her triumph before she had to push Andy off of her so that she could breathe. Jasmine's throat was holding around Andy's prick so tight that it was hard for him to pull out without hurting her. Fortunately, he had immediately started to go limp and shrink as much as he ever did, so he was able to withdraw without causing any injury to Jasmine's throat.

Jasmine gasped and carried on as she tried to draw in enough breath. Andy had turned around and, as soon as she had recovered her breath, he placed a soul-searing kiss on her mouth in thanks for a once-in-a-lifetime experience. A man's first deep throat experience is something to cherish!

They both were exhausted after that oral sex experience, so that was the end of the hair extraction business for that day. Andy managed to get his clothes readjusted without any bother, but Jasmine was besieged by the other women before she could recover enough to put on her clothes. They had watched the whole exhibition with rapt attention and peppered Jasmine for pointers on how they could accomplish the same feat. Publicly, Jasmine was appropriately humble about her accomplishment, but, privately, she was very pleased with herself!

That evening, Andy was still sated with the spectacular blow job, so he didn't mind spending the night alone, but he hoped to end that deprivation in the very near future.

The next day, Andy was out scouting, as usual. It was about mid-morning and he was looking for a place to take a short break. He saw a grove of trees off in the distance that looked like the perfect place for a short rest, so he headed in that direction at a comfortable lope. As he got closer, he saw that there was a cabin nestled among the trees. Andy was one of those people who never met a stranger, so he thought to stop in for a few minutes of conversation. Besides, he might learn something useful for the trail drive.

As he rode up to the front door, Andy heard a woman's voice yell out in pain, and this was followed only a moment later by the sound of cloth tearing. He didn't know what to make of these sounds, so he walked around the house to investigate. He walked around the house to the back yard and saw something which caused him to stop short.

A naked White woman was tied, standing between two trees. Her arms and legs were stretched out so that her arms and legs were pulled tight between the two trees, and the yell of pain must have been when one of the ropes was pulled tight. Her dress was lying on the ground beside her; she was completely helpless and exposed, both front and back, as she stood there. Her face was quite pleasant, though she was no raving beauty, but her body was one that any woman would have loved to have. He breasts were the size of half-grapefruits and stood out proudly from her chest; her nipples and areolas were enough to grab any man's interest, both for size and color. Her waist was trim, with no excess fat, but she was by no means skinny. Her pubic bush was only slightly darker than her blond hair, and barely covered her pussy. Her legs seemed to go on forever, finally ending in dainty feet. All of her was in perfect proportion for her 5 feet, 4 inches of height.

Standing near her was an older man, possibly 45-years-old, who looked as crude and mean as any alligator to be seen in the Gulf Coast swamps. He was a giant, covered all over with black, unruly hair, and Andy could smell him, even though he was nearly 20 feet away. The man's back was to Andy, so he had not seen him approach. The man said, "I'll teach ya not to deny me anything, ya stupid bitch. By the time I'm through with ya, ya'll be begging me ta fuck yer ass, an' ya'll want ta clean me off with yer tongue." He was brandishing a very cruel looking whip.

By this time, the woman was crying, but not saying anything. The man raised the whip for his first strike when Andy yelled, "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, MISTER! YA SWING THAT THERE WHIP AN' I'LL BLOW YER FUCKING HEAD OFF! NOW, WHAT THE HELL IS GOIN' ON?"

"SHUT YER TRAP AN' GIT OUT OF HERE WHILE I DISCIPLINE MY WIFE! IT AIN'T NONE OF YER FUCKIN' BUSINESS WHAT I'M DOIN'."

More calmly, now that Andy had caused the man to lower the whip, he said, "I'm makin' it my business. Even ifen she is yer wife, ya got no right ta stripe her with that there whip."

The woman cried, "MISTER, HE AIN'T REALLY MY HUSBAND! HE STOLE ME FROM A FARM 'BOUT 25 MILES FROM HERE. HE WANTS TA FUCK ME AN' I REFUSED! PLEASE HE'P ME!"

Andy said, "OK, Mister, what's yer side of the story? The woman don't seem ta want nothin' ta do with ya."

"Shit! She's just a woman. She ain't got no say-so. I got her an' I want her. That's enough."

"No way, Mister. Not in my book. Ifen ya ain't legally married, then ya ain't got no hold over her. It's yer word against hers, an' I'm more likely ta believe her. I'm gonna cut her loose, an' ya best not try ta interfere." Andy walked toward the woman and took out his bowie knife. He had cut the rope holding her right hand and was reaching to cut the one holding her left hand when the man charged him as if to strike him with the whip.

Without hesitation, Andy stepped in close to the man under the swing of the whip and stabbed him in the gut. Andy felt the knife go in about 6 inches before he jerked up on the knife, cutting a major slit in the man's belly. The man grabbed at them as his guts began to spill out of his body, but Andy never paused in his defense. Andy whipped the knife out of the man's gut and slashed it across his neck, neatly slicing his throat and cutting both arteries and veins. Blood gushed everywhere, coating both Andy and the woman quite thoroughly. Andy stepped back, and the erstwhile husband fell at the woman's feet. She leaned over as best she could and spit in his face.