Message-ID: <5936eli$9711281624@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: William Will Willie Bill Subject: dave/earlene 1847.txt Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: LIBERTYES@prodigy.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <347DFC26.4D48@prodigy.net> When last Dave and Earlene were together you might remember son-in-law Dave fucking mother-in-law Earlene (or vice versa). Earlene relates: "Dave kept yelling for me to kick them off of me. Fat chance! Yes, all seven of them fucked me, and Dave realized long before the last one mounted me that I was happy to service them. Men are funny. When the last dog had finished with me, and the pack trotted off leaving us alone. Dave shouted, "You liked that, didn't you." I hung my head and turned my flushed face away. Dave threw me to the ground, stuck his hard cock in me and ravished me furiously, mixing his seed with that of the hounds. From now on my life would include a new element of expectation and excitement. Dave was a pretty damn good fucker, too!" Dave went to a shrink and was regressed shortly after that episode. He went back to another life 150 years ago where he first met Earlene and a couple of other ladies. So the story takes up there in 1847. ----------------------------- Earlene found him bathing in her favorite swiming hole down at the creek and stopped to watch. After a while she tried to get a little closer, but Dave heard the branch snap under her foot and looked up at her. "Are you waiting for me?" she asked. "Hell, no?" he barked. "Then you've been savin' yourself for some special girl," Earlene murmured. "You know, I've seen you prowling around our place and eyeballing at me." Dave's jaw tightened. "Reckon I go where I want to, and it might not be to peep at a married woman." Not wanting her to know who he really was. This beautiful bitch was actually his mother-in-law! Even her giggle was husky now, turned raspy with excitement. "Oh, I'm not that married, Dave. My husband is tired as can be and can't get his cock up more than three or four times a year. And when he does get it up, nothing much happens." The creek current pulled at his ankles, and Dave had to move up on the bottom, his hands crossed in front of his crotch, just in case she could see through the dark water to where his whang was pointed out like a buffalo gun turned sideways. Earlene kept fiddling with the ribbons of her pantaloons. "Well, now," she said softly, "are you goin' to squat there in the creek forever, or will you come on out here and help me get these things untied? Course, if you're just a scared little old boy and not nearly a man grown- well....." Before he could stop himself, Dave was out of the water almost to his belly button. "You ain't all that old yourself, and if you ain't that married, how come you got wedded to a man could who couldn't fuck his way out of a whorehouse?" Earlene's hips began rolling gently from side to side, her sleek body like a willow branch in the wind, those high, rounded breasts curtsying and bobbing. "There's two kinds of poor, Dave," she whispered. "Your kind of poor, where you don't expect anything else, and my kind where mama had to patch my dresses and play like we were still rich as when papa was alive. You wouldn't understand that genteel sort of poverty, but I reckon it's worse than your own. My husband wanted himself a pretty young wife, and mama and me wanted to stop pretending. Our name was good as his, so....." When he still hesitated, half in and half out of the creek, she stamped a small, bare foot upon the grassy bank and said in exasperation, "Damnit, boy, I can see your whang. If you have any sand in your craw, you'll climb on out of there right this minutel" "I ain't no boy," he said, deep in his throat, and splashed up on the bank to stand angry before her, buck-naked and no longer shamed by it. Somehow she knew just exactly how to get him mad, and Dave didn't give a fiddler's damn about his pecker standing out hard and long. But if she laughed at it, Earlene just might get her pretty head knocked around, even if that meant he'd have to run for it and get clear out of the county. Her deep blue eyes were wider now, coppery lashes fringing them thick and curly; her mouth looked like a rosebud, only softer and damper. "No, you're not a boy," she agreed, staring down at his raging cock. "Give me your hands, Dave Boy. A youngun might be scared to death to put his hands on a married woman, but a horny man wouldn't: a real man has sense enough to reach out for what's offered him, and the devil take the hindmost. If''n it's a good lay you're a needin' then I just might be what's called for. God, but her skin was soft, softer than a baby's ass and a whole lot slicker; his hand upon her nice waist, Dave could feel the heat of her searing his fingertips. All of him trembled like a young sapling caught in the high wind of a spring twister. He shook worse when she caught his wrists and moved his hands up to the wonder of her breasts, making him cup them, making him press his palms hard against her nipples. "Don't be scared." she whispered. Nobody will ever need to know. I'll be proud to show you how to please a woman, Dave Boy." When she gave a knowing wiggle of her hips, the pantaloons slipped down and she kicked them off. Before she came hungry against him, Dave caught a flash of the hair between her smooth thighs, hair that was fluffy and curly and dipped in sunshine. A wetness glistened invitingly. Then she was in his arms, held tight to him with her nipples digging into his chest, her belly sliding across his own and her red, ripe mouth lifting. There was a rich, wild taste to her lips and through her mouth breathed a flavor of honeysuckle and magnolia and something else-a honeyed fierceness that Dave had never savored before. His cock was jerking like it did the first time he ever saw a naked woman. Pre cum appeared. Jerking some when her tongue first came sliding between his lips, he caught on and held her tighter as Earlene's teeth clashed and her sharp nails dug into his shoulders. Somehow his tongue knew just what to do, and got itself all tangled up with her lashing one, just like his panting breath. Soft and hot and pulsing, her belly moved over his whang. It jerked wildly at the feel of her. She pulled him down to the grass, squirming and twisting as he went with her, as she kept her mouth fastened to his, tearing it away only when he half lay, half crouched above her gleaming white body. "Be strong, Dave," she hissed, her nails raking his hips and down his thighs. "Be powerful as a stud horse, because that's how a woman likes it. Drive it into me, push it deep and strong, like you mean to tear me wide open. Here-let me guide that monster home..." She reached out to clasp his swollen cock. He flinched when she took his cock in her hand, but the need was pounding through him, hammering inside his head and blinding his eyes. Soft and curly, springy and giving, and a magic hot slippery place. . . .he almost spurted cum right then as he eased his cock into her begging cunt. "Abhl" she cried out. "Oh, yes, Dave-that's the way -hard, hard-don't fret about bein' too quick your first time. Ahhh! It'll happen real fast, but that's all right-ahhggg, yes! Just keep right on, keep right on...oooh!" Moving and thrusting, locked together as her long legs thrashed, she beat her crotch at him and around him, wrapping him deep and loving, taking all he had and thrusting for more. She was the whore giving him all her saved up treasures, turning hotbright day into hotdark night and spicing it with honeysuckle, the syrup of her sweeter than anything he'd ever known, the eagerness of her gorgeous body making of him more than he was and showing him the way to be more than he had ever dreamed. His cock swelled, jerked, moved...thrusting, thrusting....pumping wildly into her hot, juicy cunt. He delighted at the smacking sound as his cock ravished her hot slick wetness...smack, smack, smack...the sound was also driving Earlene into passion beyond all reason. She was experienced and she was wise, because she was right about it happening right off, quicker than a randy stallion that hadn't mounted a mare all year. If she hadn't warned him, Dave might have been shamed to have cum spurting so quick, but she wasn't about to let him stop anyhow. Earlene kept at him, twisting and carrying on and holding him in the grip of her fine, thoroughbred legs until he was just as strong as before. His cock, full of new life, went after her again. He secretly wished she could teach her daughter - his wife - to fuck like this, too. This time it lasted a spell, and she kept telling him how to move around, showing him the way to give it back to her deep as she wanted. When she took to crying and biting at his throat, Dave slowed up, thinking he might be hurting her some, but it wasn't so; she was just getting into her own short rows, just reaching her pleasure like he'd gotten his. His cock throbbed with joy and passion as hot jets of cum spurted again and again. She screamed and moaned in ecstasy as orgasm racked her body, turning her into a jerking raggedy doll. They were dripping slick with sweat when she eased off, but she still didn't want to turn him loose and that was all right with Dave. He was starting to understand what the preacher down at the church house meant about the results of sin. He kept staring. "There's somethin' about you, and I don't know what. Maybe all you ladies got it in common, you and the rest of your kind. You give off somethin'-a smell, maybe-a thing that calls a man to warm his hands on you. Guess I know now what makes a pack of hounds follow a bitch in heat." The oder of raw sex filled the atmosphere as Dave sniffed and groaned. ---------------------------------------- A week later, Dave stumbled across Misty's hiding place a hundred paces behind her cabin. She was almost naked. He felt his rod wiggle and start to grow strong, pushing his pants outward like a live snake. She saw him then, and stooping, Misty felt for her breeches, keeping her eyes on him. There was no use even trying for her weapons; they were too far away. "No sense tryin' to hide all that luscious pretty body," he growled. "I'd just have to tear those clothes right back off of you." She crouched there, fighting down a shudder that threatened to overwhelm her, but her legs trembled anyhow. "I'm not yourEarlene, and I'm not any particular kind. I'm me, just Misty Bradburn, and I don't want anything to do with you--especially with you." Maybe antagonizing him was wrong, but Misty didn't think she could beg off, either; if calves ran, killer dogs ran after them. Where sex was concerned, Dave was a killer. "I know your not a virgin. How come one man and not another?" he asked. "Why not me?" "I told you why," she said, chilled and so very naked behind the inadequate covering of clenched shirt and rumpled breeches. "I don't fuck who I'm not in love with." Coming away from the tree he'd been leaning against, looming above her, Dave said, "You're all sisters. Hair and eyes different, but inside you're blood kin-plantation ladies choosin' their studs. Well, this time the stud is doin' the pickin'." Her guns, the shovel, both too far away. But there was the penknife, and she dipped into the breeches pocket for it. He was on her before she could open the blade, big hand steely around her wrist, flipping the little knife away. She could smell the sweat of him, the power, and fought blindly against him, naked and twisting helplessly within his grasp. His hardness pushed against her, weakening her will. "Remembered that pocket knife," he grunted, twisting her over onto her back. "Damn, but you're beautiful. Guess a woman has to be a bitch to be so beautiful...bet you have a sweet pussy though" She spat up at him. "You filthy redneck-white trash-" Choking on her rage, Misty hissed wordless hate at this brute who was overpowering her, his halfnaked body blotting out the sun, and his hard cock lashing at her. When she tried for his balls with a jerked knee, Dave turned it away with his hip, and in horror Misty saw the thick swelling of his bare cock. Squirming, heaving, she battled to free her wrists, to somehow break away from him, but it was no use. He was too strong. His cock jerked and waved before her eyes. The smiling upturn of his mouth was more pronounced as his face lowered to hers, and Misty caught her breath, held it when Dave's mouth touched her trembling lips. A lightning bolt seared her mouth and burned far down into her body, far back into her brain. Strangely soft, yet violently demanding, an odd blending of fierceness and tenderness, his lips covered hers, and she shuddered as her teeth were forced apart, quivered at the probing of his tongue. His lurching cock grew longer and harder. Struggling for breath, for some kind of equilibrium, she found her head spinning, and her heart slamming like the hoofbeats of a runaway horse. He kept her arms locked above her head, both her wrists clamped in one hand, his grip unbreakable. Oh, Lord-and now his free hand was roaming over her body, caressing her breasts. Into her gasping mouth he murmmered, "Sweet like young melons, all firm and round, skin like velvet." She bit viciously at his mouth, and he pulled back his head, only to bury his face between her breasts. His hand trailed over her hip, over her thigh, and Misty's back arched as she tried to somehow jerk- her body from beneath his. Then his month was at her breast, his tongue racing hotly over her nipple, and a strangled cry caught in her throat. Her nipples were hard now...her cunt opening. Covering her cunt mound, his hand was warm and strong, and though she bucked madly, Misty could not shake it loose. He let go only to fumble at his breeches, one knee prying apart her thighs, and suddenly, oh so powerfully, his distended hard cock was pressing at her, pushing itself inexorably into her wet tunnel. It felt so good slipping in. When she screamed, his mouth came back to cover her own, throttling her sobs, gasping into her lips. Thrusting, burying himself full length into her shuddering pussy, he violated her flesh, the private sanctity of her hot, wet inner self. He moved unhurriedly, penetrating deeply, withdrawing lingeringly, and with a growing fear, Misty felt an alien sensation building inside her. She willed herself not to cum. Different from anything she had ever known, the feeling was first an ember in the pit of her stomach...no, not there...somewhere else, a pinpoint of whitehot something insistently spreading, fanned by her trying to twist away from the impalement of him, by the slow, agonizing caress of what he was doing to her. Misty gasped into his mouth and struggled more furiously to get away. Dave let go her hands, and used both of his to hold her hips. He was on fire. She was on fire! Savagely, she hammered at his back, and when he ignored the beating of her small fists, raked at his shoulders with her nails. But that only seemed to spur him on, to increase the pounding, grinding rhythm of him-and the blazing thing within his frantic body burst into ravening tendrils of flame that raced along all her turned-raw nerve ends. His cock was alive now, a monster tearing at her every defense...conquering her. It couldn't be, her confused mind shouted-it simply could not be! She wasn't some slave wench shamelessly responding to being bedded by her master; she was no painted whore wise in the ways of men. She was Misty Bradburn, Jake Bradburn 's daughter, and she couldn't...wouldn't....but his cock had her now. She bad no control over herself. Her body squirmed and heaved without directions from her mind, reveling in the size of hirn, in the sweating smoothness of his chest, in the brute force of him. With every speck of will left to her, Misty resisted being used, battled against being tamed like a green filly, fought the conqueror of her flesh-but it was no use, no use. His surging, leaping cock was too much for a young girl to handle alone. She went spinning wildly off into a nameless somewhere, a place where crearn-white jasmine bloomed, where a warmsoft river carried her whirling gently past sand that had been sprinkled with moonlight. Then the jasmine becarrie lotus, and she drifted among them, gone boneless and mindless and melted into nothingness, the nonbeing of her laved with honey and powdered by starshine. Turned inside out, she saw herself as only pure feeling and felt herself as only utter beauty. Foaming, the river carried her gently to an enchanted sea, where she gave herself up to the lulling rise and fall of glittering waves. Her cunt grasped at his cock as sweet orgasm flooded over her being as in heaven. They subsided slowly, slowly, leaving her floating in a tidal pool so warm and cornforting that she resented any other movement, especially the tugging that was taking something away from her. Stirring, murmuring a protest, Misty tried to hold on to the bright bubble, but it dissolved within her fingertips, and she silently moumed its passing. Her pussy was newly born, alive and full, fulfilled. When she opened her eyes, he was kneeling between her legs, no longer in her body, and Dave was staring down at her with those smokeblue eyes wide in puzzlement, in disbelief. But they shuttered themselves swiftly, before Misty really had a chance to read them. She realized that she was spread nakedly before him, and drew tip her knees, curled herself into a tight ball, denying all she had felt, replacing those tangled emotions with the stark reality of the nightmare itself. She could feel his cum oozing out of her cunt and dribbling down her leg. "You-you're one hell of a woman," he said huskily, as if he were having trouble breathing. "All your studs back home must miss you like hell." "No," Misty said, "no, no," but she was denying the racing of her blood brought on by the stallion's powerful thrusting, the way he held the mare's neck firmly in his teeth while his muscled hindquarters hunched and drove his long cock upward. And when Dave touched her again, she turned on him violently, fighting him and herself. He didn't let her go, and her struggles changed to a frenzied attack, for she would not remain passive and simply allow lilin to use her body. Hard and furious, their coupling was done within minutes this time, without tenderness or kisses, and she despised him for appearing to feel so proud of himself. As he climbed back to his feet, she cut at him, "Comanche Indians do it better." -------------------------- Earlene's sister, Lisa, was lighting the lamp when Dave came into her bedroom. Dropping the match, she put both hands to her checks. "I-I don't know. Yes, I do. What I don't know is myself. I mean, I'm so much older than you, and I've never been...my husband and I aren't very close, I suppose. Oh, I'm talking as if I have no shame, no sense of-of propriety...but I need you just as you need me" She needed to be fucked. Her eyes were very big, her cheeks pink, and her voice sort of ran itself down, like a clock that hadn't been wound or whose spring had been coiled too tightly for too long. It creaked out as a thready whisper: "I don't even know what love is. In all of my years I never found out for sure until now...and you married to my niece." Dave put his hands upon her waist and drew her between his spread knees, feeling the stiffness of her body, the material of her dress against his lips as he said, "You're not old, and I'm not young anymore. I stopped being young when I was about fifteen." His cock was impatient now, surging and leaping, sensing fresh meat. "How can I-" she began, and be turned her in his hands, turned tier toward the doorway. When she stood puppet-like there, Dave cleared one of the bunks and spread a blanket there. Lisa remained in the door, even after the bed was ready, and Dave had to bring her back inside. When he laid her upon the bunk, she covered her eyes with an arm, murmuring about the windows and the light. "There's no shame to this," he said softly, "and no fear. Only fulfillment, Lisa...pride and a need for both of us. Gently than, as be would soothe a trembling young mare, Dave undressed her, hands stroking and caressing, being slow and easy. Her body was good, firm, the lovely breasts solidly coiled, the whiteness of her thighs silken. He kissed her throat, her ear, his fingertips trailing over her quivering flesh, touching her breasts tenderly, and at last she turned her face to him with half a sob, half a cry, and her mouth was frantic in its giving. She could feel the hot wetness beteen her legs. Still, he caressed her, fondled the sleek haunches and petted the tremulous vee of her pussy, easy and careful, teasing and slow. He felt her wetness. Lisa flinched at the initial reaching of his tongue, but her teeth were soon raking his, and her breath gusting, moaning. Only then did he start to enter her resilient softness, intruding cautiously into the humid, clinging depths, holding her closely and keeping his weight from her arching, twisting body. Her cunt was hot, very hot and slick. There was still a part of her he had not reached, some long-hidden secret place withheld from him, so Dave held himself back, probing delicately for that forbidden gateway, ever so slow, ever so gentle. Bit by bit, she opened herself to him, gasping in the hardness, and at last calling out in the shuddering crest of total release. He held her. He murmured to Lisa of her sweetness, her loving. He craffled the woman-body tenderly, knowing this was the first time it had really known completion and made proud by that knowing. And after a while, she began to move again, to caress him back, a newfound freedom in her actions, an awareness of her own power. His cock felt so good. This time, the blending bordered upon fierceness, a hunger within her that dernanded to be assuaged. Dave gave of himself more fully, strongly, but with his lust held in check. The bed creaked with their rolling, and the room echoed with Lisa's small, soft cries of delight. "Oh, oh! Ahh, ooooh!" She orgasmed over and over. She lay quietly now, with her head pillowed upon his chest, one slim leg across his thighs, smelling of a flowery perfume, of aroused wornanhood, musky and intriguing. Lips against his skin, she whispered, "All those years wasted." Hand upon hcr hair, Dave said, "Not wasted...only waiting." Lisa was silent for a long time, then said, "It was worth it, if it led to now, to you-to this. I will always have this, even after you are gone." "Lisa-" "Hush," she said. "I know you will be gone someday, and you know that also. Let us accept it, my darling. The tomorrows cannot mean as much as the todays. You belong to somebody else and so do I." Dave simply held her, realizing the truth of it. The next day they went walking across the land. A breeze whispered over them, and the scent of the tree was clean; greenbrown grass rippled in tiny waves across the hills. She got quickly walked to the top of thehill, staring very faracross the land, where fields and sky blended. She could feel him standing close behind her, the fanning of his breath against her cheek a different kind of zephyr, and she turned naturally into his arms. There was a special taste to his mouth, and a surprising gentleness, but she remembered the hungry power there and sought it with her tongue. Dave's hands touched her lightly, even though his strong body strained to her own, and she didn't remember sinking to the grass, didn't exactly know the moment when she was released from her dress and other confinements, but her flesh leaped exultantly at the kiss of the sun. Her mouth wandered his throat and across his breastbone, roamed into springy hair, while her back arched to lift her body to him, open and unafraid and unashamed. She felt the shudder wrack him, and the tightening of his hands. Gladly, she gave herself up to the hard thighs of him, to the covering chest that flattened her aching breasts. Happily, she surrendered to the slow but insistent penetration and coiled her legs eagerly about his hips as their bellies joined. Their rhythm was steady as the pounding of blood in her veins, speeding with the drumming of her heart; her flesh urged him to hurry, demanding that he give ever more of himself, but stronger, more fiercely. With a gasp that broke against her teeth, Dave did just that-the power of his cock new no bounds. But something was wrong now. Earlene had found him out. Better it had been his wife. Now there would be hell to pay. --------------------------###------------------------- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /