'Hey, what're you…'
That was all Cal could say before the aggressive young woman drew his growing but still-supple penis out of his pants. She looked at the rosy head as she held the organ around its base, the knob hanging in mid-air. Then she bent and planted a moist, tingling kiss on the tip of his peter.
A thrill went through Cal, and his cock started to stiffen out. Viv smiled up at him.
'It likes that,' she said. 'How do you suppose it would like it if I…'
She capped her mouth over the ballooning head of the organ which now stood stiffly out from the front of Cal's jeans.
'Wow!' he exclaimed, and his hands lit in Viv's hair.
She sucked his cock with long, looping lunges, the glans skidding along her tongue and into the opening of her throat as her lips gobbled along the spit-slick shaft. Thrills rocketed upward in Cal's body, making his head light.
Suddenly Viv stopped sucking him and let his horny pecker snap upright. She rose to her feet, smiling foxily.
'Now why don't we get into bed and fuck?' the glamorous young woman suggested.
Cal had to struggle to adhere to his purpose. But his mind had been firmly made up, and he had the Hinshaw toughness.
'Naw,' he said, shaking his head and backing up. 'I've got to go.' His cock wilted.
At this point he fully expected Viv to curse him. But her eyes merely glinted with new determination. She dropped to her knees in front of him again.
Scooping one hand into his clothes and bringing out his soft, hairy balls, she used the other to stuff nearly his entire penis into her mouth. Her wild tongue lashed the flaccid but meaty organ as she sucked urgently at its base, her nose rubbing against the coarse fabric of his jeans.
Cal released a voluptuous groan, and his cock became pipe-like once more, forcing Viv to back up. She tugged at his tensing nuts and rolled them as she licked and sucked at the knob of his penis.
Though he clung to his decision to tell Viv good-bye, he knew he wouldn't be able to leave her until she had brought him off. He began to rock on the balls of his feet, fucking his stiff dick in and out of the girl's pink, moist lips.
Viv tried to withdraw as before, thinking that now she could get him to agree to go to bed with her. But Cal clutched her curly head and held her in place. He kept stroking his iron-hard penis forward and back, in and out of her mouth.
Viv was dismayed. The last thing in the world that she wanted was to suck this dirty cowboy to a climax. But she seemed to have no choice. His big dick was sticking into her face, pumping like crazy, and he had such a firm grip on her head that she couldn't get away.
Her efforts to resist had stimulated Cal all the more, and he was only a few strokes away from a climax. Fucking Viv's mouth even faster, he strove for the beckoning prize. His balls swung, slapping the girl's chin as he rhythmically rammed his pecker into her throat.
Viv gagged and gurgled, desperately trying to keep from vomiting. Her eyes watered. Suddenly Cal gave a lusty groan, and the cream bubbled up from his balls to stream hotly down the tube of his cock. The thick slime splashed into Viv's throat.
Horrified, she tried to keep from swallowing the nasty stuff, but couldn't. One gulp went down. Cal, however, let go of her head in his excitement, and she was able to back up. She took his next spurt on her tongue. Closing her throat, Viv held the bland-tasting, musky semen in her mouth. Cal spurted again, filling her mouth even fuller of the stuff.
Finally she was able to back up sufficiently to dislodge Cal's prick. It swayed away, dripping the last of his charge. Semen drooled over Viv's pink lip and down her chin.
She struggled to her feet and rushed into the bathroom. Cal stood with a strangely bemused expression and listened to her spitting furiously into the john.
By the time she returned to the bedroom, his penis was restored to his pants and his fly was closed.
'That, uh, wasn't very nice,' Viv scolded mildly. Then she forced a smile. 'But I'll forgive you, darling… this time.'
'Sorry, if you didn't like it,' Cal said, turning toward the door. 'I was trying to leave before, but you wouldn't let me.'
'You mean, you're still going to walk out? After that?'
'I've got to,' Cal said, opening the door. 'Sorry to hurt your feelings, but…'
'Why you miserable creep!' Viv exclaimed.
At last Cal had drawn from her the explosive response which made him feel better about telling her good- bye. He grinned and stepped into the hall.
'Prick!' she screamed after him.
An elderly maiden lady, just entering the hotel's small, unattended lobby, stopped in horror. Cal tipped his hat as he edged around her and left the building. Viv slammed the door of her room.
'Well, I never!' the old maid exclaimed. She marched to, the hotel desk and began beating on the bell to summon the manager.
It was mid-afternoon at the ranch when Pete looked up from the work he was doing near the barn and caught a glint of sunlight off an approaching car. He recognized the sporty machine as that of Cal's girl friend.
Since his younger brother was out on the range rounding up some strays, Pete put down the harness he had been mending and ambled over to the open area next to the house where he waited to greet the visitor.
Viv brought her car to a stop and smiled at him. 'You're just the man I want to see!' she cheerfully announced, swinging the car's door open.
Pete ogled her lovely legs as she brought them around. Again she was wearing a miniskirt that was so short it revealed a flash of panty crotch-pink today. Pete's penis stirred.
'How come you want to see me?' the lanky young man inquired. 'I thought you and Cal was…'
'Cal's very immature, I'm afraid,' Viv said. 'I've always liked… older men, anyway.' Her hands lit on the buttons of Pete's work shirt. She toyed with them while smiling up at him.
Considering that Cal had taken Viv away from him at the beginning, then had muscled in on Millie, the elder brother would have been happy to beat Cal's time, if it were a question of that. However, Viv's pitch was just a little too blatant.
He had been suspicious of her from the start, but he hadn't been able to figure out her game.
'Ain't you got enough facts yet for that story you're writing?' Pete inquired coolly.
Viv took her hands away from him. 'Well, not quite.' She looked around uneasily. 'Where's Cal, anyway?'
'Out on the range. He won't be back till supper time.'
Viv smiled. 'Oh, that's good!' She took Pete's arm and turned him around. 'Let's you and I walk over to that big old haystack next to the stable.'
Pete went with her, though his mind churned with suspicious resentment. Where did she get off anyway, he wondered, wiggling her butt around there, first making a play for Cal and then for him? What did she think he was – some simple boob who would be so grateful for the chance to screw her that he wouldn't ask any questions?
When they reached the large pile of straw where Pete had watched her surrender to Cal the other day, she drew him down beside her.
'Now, isn't this nice?' she purred, practically flashing a sign that read Kiss me!
'You sure you're a writer?' Pete stuck a straw into his mouth.
Viv blinked. 'Why, yes. I told you that the first day I was here.'
'What kind of a story are you writing? Maybe I'll want to read it some time.'
'Do you read much?' Viv asked, chuckling. Her eyes seemed to mock him.
'Quite a bit,' Pete replied evenly. 'The nights around a ranch are pretty dull.'
