Lordy, but he did hope Tall Man and Burned Pot were done having at each other. He didn’t think he could take much more in the way of temptation. Not all in one short night, he couldn’t.
Chapter 18
Longarm shed his clothes—most of them anyway; he wasn’t quite accustomed to this business of sleeping naked while others were close by and watching—and crawled under the blanket on the buffalo-robe bed he’d been given.
The interior of the lodge was warm and cozy after the cool of the outdoors, and Longarm was tired. Tall Man was snoring softly, and Burned Pot might have been asleep as well. For sure she had quit squealing, which Longarm found to be of considerable relief. He stretched, yawning, and wriggled around in search of comfort so he could doze off and … His eyes snapped wide open.
He could feel something moving down by his waist. Sliding underneath the blanket. Finding flesh.
A hand. Someone was feeling around beneath Longarm’s blanket.
Longarm blinked. Whoever it was wasn’t content to just feel. That someone was sliding into the bed with him now.
But who …
“Longarm.” The voice was a whisper, warm and faint in his ear. Yellow Flowers. He was sure of it. Pretty much had to be Yellow Flowers because as far as Longarm knew, she and Tall Man were the only ones in the lodge who spoke English. And it damn sure wasn’t Tall Man who was climbing into bed with him.
“Yellow Flowers?”
Her response was a gentle kiss beneath his ear and an even more gentle squeeze of his cock.
“What are you …?”
“Tall Man woke me when you left. He was ashamed. He enjoyed the body of Burned Pot and did not think of your needs. He told me to wait for your return and to make you comfortable.”
“But …”
“It is all right, Longarm. Our ways are not all like yours. This that Tall Man gives is not wrong to us. It is but a way to make a friend and honored guest welcome and happy in our home. Allow me to pleasure you, Longarm. I am not so pretty as Burned Pot, but I am woman the same as she.”
“Yellow Flowers, you’re a fine an’ beautiful woman. I mean that. But you don’t have to …”
“Please, Longarm. Do not shame me by sending me away from your bed. Allow me to pleasure you in the way that a woman pleases a man.”
He felt her hand caressing his cock and his balls, and his response was past his control even had he wanted to refuse. There was no way he could pretend disinterest now. Not with what Yellow Flowers was holding onto.
Besides, dammit … he didn’t want to shame the wife of a generous friend. That wouldn’t hardly be polite, now would it.
Yellow Flowers dipped her head and began to lick Longarm’s right nipple. The sensation of it tingled all the way down into his groin, and he commenced to moan and squirm on the coarse, matted hairs of the buffalo robe.
Her fingers continued to toy with and tickle his balls while she licked and suckled first one nipple and then the other. Longarm’s breath began to come faster and hotter.
Yellow Flowers took her time about her ministrations to him. Not that she needed more time to get him aroused and ready. Practically from the first touch he was hard as an all-day sucker, and after a couple minutes he thought he was sure to burst apart at any moment, just purely explode like a Chinese popper on the Fourth of July.
He reached for her, finding her skin soft and smooth and cool to the touch. He cupped her breast, then slid his hand down to her ass, which was nicely shaped and firm with muscle. He squeezed one cheek and tugged, pulling her on top of him.
Yellow Flowers continued to lick his left nipple while she straddled his hips and lowered herself onto Longarm’s waiting shaft.
She guided his spear into her body with one hand and tweaked his right nipple with the other.
Yellow Flowers was wet and receptive. Her pussy was surprisingly tight considering that she’d borne two daughters to Tall Man. She gasped a little when she felt the size of the tool that entered and filled her, but if she felt any pain or discomfort she did not show it. If anything she appeared to relish this massive intrusion into the most private recesses of her body.
She took him deep into herself and remained poised there for long moments, as if memorizing the exquisite feeling.
Then, slowly at first, she began the rhythmic rise and fall of the ageless dance that joins man and woman.
Her hips pumped and churned, and Longarm’s responses were quick and powerful.
He had been primed once by the noises Tall Man and Burned Pot had made. Teased anew by the compelling presence of the ghost girl Angelica. And now given respite by Tall Man’s generosity and Yellow Flowers’ willing body.
Long before he wanted this to end Longarm felt his juices gather in his balls like boiling water being pumped forcefully into a rubber bladder.
The pressures rose, higher and ever higher, until he could no longer contain them.
With an involuntary groan of deep satisfaction Longarm felt the inevitable explosion.
Wave after diminishing wave of hot fluid spurted out of him, washing Yellow Flowers’ hole and spilling back out again to flow onto his balls in a hot and sticky flood of semen.
