young farm girl's fuckhole. Her hot clit rubbed into the girl's pussy walls, filling her with a burning heat that made her buck up into the woman.
'Yeeeeeeeesssssssss! Fuck meeeeeee! Haaaaaaarrdd!' moaned Marylou as she dug her nails into Erica's big ass.
When Marylou began pressing into Erica, the woman, filled with a burning lust, began to slam down into the girl's hot pussy. No longer content with just grinding her big pussy into the farm girl's little cunt-hole, she began thrusting her clit downwards.
'Eeeeeeeeee! Iiiiiieeeeee!' groaned Marylou, thrashing and bucking. 'My pussy! Oooooooooo! Yeeeeeesssss!'
'Uuungh! Uuungh! Uuungh!' grunted Erica as the girl's hot pussy seared her clit. 'Oooh!'
Erica began pummeling Marylou's open cunthole. Her ass bounced up and down between the girl's wide- spread thighs. She was as hot as a bitch in heat, and she tried desperately to fuck the little country girl to death.
Consumed by the raging fire in her pussy, Erica began pounding Marylou's cunt. Her fuck thrusts became so wild that she found herself slamming her pussy into the girl's inner thighs and belly, covering them, with her slick pussy-juice. Soon, Erica was frothing at the mouth and gurgling deliriously.
'Shiiiit! Mmmmmffff! Uuugh! You're fucking me crazy! Ooooooooooh! Shiiiit!' Marylou gasped as she sank her nails even deeper into Erica's big asscheeks. 'Shiiiiiit! Oh, fuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuuuuuck!'
Erica's body was like a machine as it slammed into the young girl. The sounds of flesh slapping, against flesh reached her ears, but she was too fuck-crazy to hear. She knew her body would ache afterwards, but she didn't care. She had only one objective, to fuck the hell out of this innocent piece of ass.
Erica slammed into the girl's cunt relentlessly, determined to reach an orgasm. Hot passion took control of her. She could hear Marylou sobbing and groaning beneath her, but it didn't matter to her. She was determined to fuck this country girl for as long as she could.
'Aaaaaarrrrrrrr! Fuuuuuuuck! Shiiiiiiit! Uuungh!' moaned Erica as the sweat ran down into her eyes. But she didn't slow down. She continued to fuck the girl with all her might.
'Aaagh!' howled Marylou, her face twisted from what Erica knew to be a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Erica's hair was matted with sweat, and it clung to her face. Her powerful hips, Amazon-like, slapped into Marylou's wide-spread thighs and turned them red. Her hands raked at the girl's smooth back. And her teeth, vise-like, clamped down on the young girl's thin shoulder, biting into her flesh.
'Shiiiiiiiiit!' howled Marylou, still bucking, but becoming weaker. 'You're fucking me to death! Ooooooooo!'
'Shut up, you little bitch!' said Erica as she raised her head and closed her eyes tight, her body burning from within. 'I'm going to come! I'm going to-to come! I feel it!'
Erica seized Marylou's big, juicy ass and lifted it off the bed, holding it tight. Then, screaming at the top of her lungs, she pounded the girl's sweet cunt with bonebreaking thrusts until the cunt-juices pent up inside her cunt burst loose.
'Shiiit! Oh, shiiit!' howled Erica, her head tossed back, drenched with sweat. 'I'm going to blow my mother fucking cunt! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeeeesss!'
Erica's dam broke and drenched her and Marylou's belly and thighs with greasy cunt juice. Wave after wave of hot bliss swept through her body as she jerked spasmodically, still holding onto Marylou. She was unable to speak as her orgasm consumed all her energy and left her lifeless. Spit and pussy-juice oozed out of her mouth, her cunt, and her asshole.
Marylou, meanwhile, continued to buck beneath the spent woman until her own orgasm seized her. With a loud cry, she came, spilling her cunt juices so that they mixed with Erica's and made a mess of the bed. Erica, although unable to move, could feel Marylou jerking and bouncing beneath her. She could also feel the girl's cunt pulsating as it spewed forth more fuck-cream. Finally, Marylou ceased to move, and both women lay in each other's arms, babbling incoherently.
'Hey – you in there, Marylou!' came the old woman's voice from outside the door. 'If you want to eat, I ain't callin' you no more! C'mon and get it!'
'Ooooooooooh, shiiiiiiit!' moaned Marylou as she rolled out from under Erica. 'I never been fucked so good in my life! You fucked me just like a man – only better!'
'I'm glad you liked it,' said Erica, sitting up. 'But it doesn't replace a man's cock. There's a big difference between my little clit and a man's ten inch cock. One day you'll find that out. Unless you already know the difference!'
'Not yet,' said Marylou, blushing. 'I'm still a virgin! But a friend of mine, Jimmy Rae, let me jerk his cock off once. He squirted white stuff all over my hand, and then he made me lick my hand clean. It tasted pretty good! But I guess that ain't the same as fuckin', is it?'
'No, it's not,' said Erica, smiling at the girl's innocence. 'There's nothing quite like having a big prick wedged up in your pussy. It's a good way to start off the day – even better than coffee.'
'Maybe one day,' said Marylou, climbing out of bed and walking over to her clothes, strewn about the floor.
'Sure, there's plenty of time,' said Erica, also grabbing her clothes. 'You're still young, you're just a teenager.'
The two dressed quickly in their identical cut-off jeans. Erica, instead of wearing the same small blouse that she had worn before, borrowed one of Marylou's halters. It was more comfortable than the blouse, but it still revealed a lot of tit-meat, more than Erica wanted revealed. After all, she didn't want to be responsible for giving that old man a heart attack. And she also didn't want to give Joe Bob or Jasper any ideas.
Nevertheless, the halter was the largest thing Marylou had to offer, and so Erica tied it on and walked out of the room with the girl. But even as she walked, she realized the halter wasn't her only problem. The shorts were so tight that the fabric worked its way up into her asscrack and pussy lips, making it difficult for Erica to walk without gasping.
'Well, here come the sleepyheads,' said the old woman. 'Everybody else is finished eatin', but I saved some for you! You two must have been pretty tired, huh?'
'Yeah,' said Marylou, giggling and patting Erica on the ass. 'We were tired, all right.'
'Well, go on and eat! And hurry up! I got to finish my cleanin' this mornin'!'
As Erica ate, she looked out the window and noticed that the sun was now shining brightly. She ate quickly, anxious to see Jasper and find out if the road would be dry enough to travel on. She wanted desperately to contact her husband and mother and to find out about her stolen property.
When she had finished, she ran out the back door and headed toward the barn, thinking that the men would be there since their truck was still parked outside. Marylou said nothing. She watched Erica leave, then continued eating.
The barn door swung open easily, and Erica entered. The place smelled worse than a zoo, and Erica was forced to hold her nose as she walked through the building, looking for Jasper. There weren't many animals there as far as she could tell – only a milking cow, a few chickens, and a donkey. But Erica was a city woman, not used to the odors of barnyard animals. She gasped for air as she picked her way across the straw-laden floor, peering into the many stalls.
A few rays of sun filtered through the one large window near the roof, illuminating the rank interior. Still, she had a little trouble seeing. She stumbled over a few scattered pieces of broken down machinery and bumped into a big sack of oats, bruising her tits. She nearly killed herself when she stepped on a partially hidden pitchfork that protruded from the straw in one of the stalls. She kept looking, however, hoping to find one of the men.
She even checked out the hayloft, climbing the ladder and scanning the piles of straw, but it did no good. The men were nowhere in the barn.
Hoping to find them outside somewhere, Erica turned to leave, anxious to breathe fresh air again. As she walked around a stack of hay, a strange contraption caught her eye. It was situated in one of the stalls and hidden from view by the haystack. She was curious about what it was, so she walked closer to get a better view.
It was made up of several containers, some glass and some metal, all connected with copper tubes running in every direction. Beneath this collection of tubes and pots was a small wood stove that was still warm to the touch. Erica had seen pictures of stills on television, and she had read about them in magazines, but she still
