Carl Conley
Ranch Roundup Family Style

Chapter 1

Jerri Phillips stood on the corner of Fifth and Lexington in New York City, beneath her umbrella, waiting for the traffic light to change. She glanced to the newsstand just feet away. Staring up at her from the cover of Feminine Image was Jerri Phillips, recently declared" most sensational new model" by Women's Wear Daily.

The light turned green, but Jerri stood there, in the drizzling rain, looking at her picture on the magazine cover. It's not worth it; she thought to herself, it's just not worth it. She stepped off the curb and continued on down the puddle-laden street.

The door to the apartment slammed.

"Jerri, is that you?" a voice from the kitchen called.

"It's me," Jerri called, heading toward the kitchen.

Carol, her roommate, was making dinner. Jerri walked to the counter and took a piece of lettuce from the salad Carol was tossing.

"Hey, no snitching. We'll eat in about ten minutes," Carol said pleasantly.

"Okay," Jerry said, walking back into the living room. Carol thought it odd that Jerri didn't sit in the kitchen to talk to her. She figured Jerri had had a bad day.

Jerri sat on the couch and lit a cigarette. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to relax, but she couldn't. She kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet to the couch, then smoothed out her fashionable midi skirt.

"I've had it!" she called to the kitchen.

There was no reply. Carol had heard it all before. Jerri had been threatening to quit the modeling business for months now, but it had never gone beyond that. Carol figured she would continue to threaten, but never do anything about it.

Jerri began to relax. She crossed her arms over her shapely breasts, winch were dearly visible through the tight, form-fitting sweater she was wearing. She closed her eyes and dozed off as Carol set the table for dinner.

Jerri Phillips was one of those lucky ones the modeling business" finds" every year-the new shape, the new look, the new style-and gives all its attention to. In a matter of months, Jerri had gone from doing fashion shows at Bloomingdales to the cover of every influential women's magazine in the country. She was-she hated the word, but it was the only correct one-a star.

Jerri's new look wasn't new at all It was right for the time, correct for the recent fashion collections. She was tall and slim, with long shaggy chestnut brown hair, deep green eyes and firm young breasts. The days of the Twiggy look had come and gone, and breasts-not large, but well-formed, rounded and firm-were back in style. Jerri never wore a bra, and thus her hard nipples were an asset to her particular look. They were clearly visible under every sweater and blouse she wore. Her shapely legs accented her short mini skirts, and yet when she wore the maxi and midi lengths, she still looked stunning because her legs were so long.

But the modeling business, as Jerri had come to find out for herself, was not all glamour and fun. People were fiercely competitive-there was no such thing as a friend in the business-and jobs were hard to come by. Besides being attractive, Jerri had been forced to submit to the sexual advances of many an editor, designer, or agent who could help her career.

Jerri had always figured she would have to sleep around a bit to get to the top, but she didn't mind that. She liked sex as much as any healthy young girl living in New York, and many of the experiences were pleasurable.

But many of them-and the number seemed to be increasing-were not. She was almost on top now, almost the top model in the country, and still she found herself having to submit to the advances of dirty old men who controlled the business. She was tired of it, and tired of the other unfortunate aspects of the modeling world as well.

Jerri was fed up with the hours, with the phone calls every hour of the day and night, fed up with the appointments and the waiting and the wasted time. She began to hate the photographers who treated her like a commodity, as if they were photographing a basket of fruit. She couldn't find anyone she could trust or talk to. Everyone was in the business for personal gain and they would stop at nothing to get ahead.

"I swear, it's gotta be worse than Hollywood!" Jerri said, sitting at the dinner table with Carol. "Today that freak Jason…"

"Who's Jason?" Carol asked, chewing a juicy piece of pork roast.

"Jason, the guy at Photo International, the one with the curly black hair and the big cock," Jerri replied.

"Oh, yeah," Carol said, still eating.

"Well, we were getting ready for a shot and he called me to the dressing room to stick some damn feather in my hair or something, and what does he do but pull his cock out and tell me to suck him off. Right there, between takes, with about twelve guys in the next room waiting for me! I was in full makeup, and he wants me to suck him off!"

"Did you?"

"Sure, what could I do? I no sooner got on my knees and took it in my lips when he came. All down my chin, on my dress! A thousand-dollar original! Cum spots on the bodice! Jesus Christ. He may be a good-looking guy, but I can't take shit like that. "Jerri took a sip of wine.

"Look," Carol said gently," I told you it's your decision. You either stay with it, hang in there, put up with the shit, suck them off when they want and have your name and picture plastered on billboards from here to California. Or you get up and get out. What's more important? Your career or your sanity? I don't think you can have both in this city."

Jerri didn't reply, but she was thinking. Carol was right, but what could she do, pack up and leave? Get up and run? Where would she go? What would her parents say? What would her brother say? What would she do with her life?

The questions stayed in Jerri's mind all evening, and they kept her from falling asleep once she was in bed. She tried to forget about them. She tried masturbation, but she wasn't in the mood. She tried a mild sedative, but that didn't help either. Finally she got up and walked around the apartment.

Carol came out of her bedroom. "Jerri, what's wrong?"

"I can't sleep. I can't decide."

"Decide what?" Carol asked, sitting on the couch.

"Decide what to do with my life! I have a six-thirty call in the morning and here I am, worrying about the stupid business. I'm gonna look GREAT tomorrow!"

"Hey," Carol said, extending her hand," come sit by me. Tell me."

Jerri sat next to her friend. They had been friends for years, ever since they attended the same high school in East Orange, New Jersey. Carol was almost an exact opposite of her best friend. She was short, on the chubby side, although very pretty, and had long blonde hair and soft blue eyes. She worked as a salesgirl in Macy's and was a great cook. She never asked more from life than being happy, and she was.

"Carol," Jerri began," I really think I can't take it any longer. Worse than that, I don't think I even WANT it any longer. It's such a rat race, such a disgusting life. You're treated like some kind of machine or something. And there's no one to even TALK to, everyone's into their own trip so much."

"Jerri, you know the answers. I've said it all before. YOU have to make the decision."

"Okay, I want to get out, now, today. I knew it when I saw myself on Feminine Image this afternoon. I thought to myself, what the hell would people think if they knew I had to let the photographer fuck me in the ass to get on the cover of that magazine? It's all so damn ludicrous."

"Still thinking about New Mexico?" Carol asked, with a knowing look in her eye.

"Of course. I think of it all the time. You know, I can remember it only faintly-that was when I was about six years old-but it seemed so wonderful. And I've read it's the ONLY place to live in this country where you can breathe clean air and not be bothered by this commercial world."

"You just say so and I'll start packing."

"Carol, what would Mom and Dad say?"

"They'd shit. Especially your mother. She's the hit of her bridge club now, with you the blossoming model of today. Your brother would take it okay, I think. I mean he always seems to give you a chance and tries to understand."

Jerri lit a cigarette. "I don't know, Dave and I have never been close. He may be on my parents' side. Especially now that he's married to a girl Mom absolutely adores."

"SO WHAT? Shit! So who cares what anyone thinks? Hell with your parents, your brother, your agent, the whole damn thing. So you're a big model. Where's it brought you? To happiness? To the land of riches and good times?"

"I'm rich, that's for sure. Happy, no!"

"You're miserable! You've been miserable every minute since we moved in here and you started this whole game. Christ, Jerri, how can you take it any longer?"

Jerri jumped up, grabbed the phone, and dialed a number. She stood there in silence until someone finally answered.

"Ralph? Jerri. I don't care what time it is, you just listen to me. I'm walking out. Now, tonight, SHUT UP! Listen to me, it's.over. You can take the entire modeling business and all the pressures and phony people and shove them up your ass. "She slammed the receiver down.

Carol sat in shock, staring at her roommate. "I never thought you'd do it," she said, smiling. Jerri started to laugh and fell to the couch, into Carol's arms. They laughed together until the phone rang.

Carol answered. "Hello? Jerri? No she just left. For Alaska. 'Bye, Ralph."

Jerri giggled and looked up at Carol. "We've got some fast planning to do…"

It took them only four days to get out of New York City. Jerri sublet the apartment, sold her furniture to the new tenant, barred her door to Ralph, her agent, and various other callers. She told her parents none of her plans and then vanished from the city of New York.

"Oh, wow, I love it!" Jerri said, looking at the ranch from the side of the surrounding hill.

"It's great!" Carol added, gazing over the lush green little canyon.

They were looking at a ranch that was being offered for sale. It consisted of a large main house, a barn, acres of farmland, trees and a small river running from the mountains. It was located north of Santa Fe, New Mexico-near Taos, where many other" drop-outs" or" hippies" were living in peace and harmony under clear skies.

"Come on, Carol, let's get back to the real estate office and buy it," Jerri said, turning to walk back up the hill.

Two hours later, after startling the real estate agent by writing a personal check in the full amount for the ranch, Jerri emerged from the office with the deed in her hand. The ranch was hers.

Jerri and Carol stopped at a small shopping center in Santa Fe, and after buying supplies, food, furniture and such necessary items, they were loading the station wagon Jerri had bought before leaving New York. As Jerri carried a large bag of groceries to the wagon, someone stopped her.

"Hey, let me help," the masculine voice said. Jerri turned around to find a tall, smiling hunk of manhood offering his aid.

"Great," she said, handing him the bag. She watched as the boy set the bag in the open tailgate. He was in his twenties and had a dark beard and moustache. His hair was lighter, bleached a bit from the hot Southwestern sun, and he had eyes almost as green as Jerri's.

"Haven't seen you before," the boy said, turning to Jerri. He was dressed in sandals and tight faded blue jeans. Jerri's eyes looked down his body. She noticed the bulge at the right side of his zipper. A slight feeling of excitement raced through her. She was horny after-not having had sex for some three weeks.

"We just got in," she said, smiling. "I'm Jerri and my friend Carol is inside the store. We just bought a ranch up in Snow Canyon."

"You're kidding? Snow Canyon's the most beautiful spot around here. That's really far out"

"What's your name?" Jerri asked.

"Russell. Hey, you know something, I was staying up at the house on the ranch till just a few days ago. It was deserted and I just crashed there for a while, till the real estate agent found me and tossed me off."

"Where are you living now?"

"Well, I'm staying with some friends up on Canon Road, but I think I'm wearing out my welcome."

Jerri thought for a moment. She always had been pretty good at sizing up people at the first meeting. She liked Russell, and more than that she trusted him.

"How'd you like to come up and live on the ranch with us? We really need a man around. Carol's a great cook."

Russell looked at her with amazement. He had noticed Jerri when she first entered the store. He had immediately been taken by her beauty and knew then he wanted to make love to her. Now she was offering him a place to live-with her!

"Wow! Hell, yes! I've been wondering what I was going to do. I can't believe it…"

"Hi!" Carol said, joining them. Russell took the groceries from her arms and set them in the car.

"Carol, this is Russell. He's going to be our farmhand! I just asked him to come live with us."

Carol looked at Jerri for a moment, surprised. Then she turned to Russell and smiled. "It's so nice to have a man around the house!" she joked.

Carol drove the station wagon back to Snow Canyon. Jerri sat between her roommate and Russell. They talked about fixing up the ranch, living together. No one asked questions about the past. They were embarking on a new life now, a new life style, and the past was unimportant. The only important fact was that they were THERE and they would now be three people living and hopefully loving together.

Russell pointed out the names of different kinds of trees as they drove down the highway, and then told them where various roads went as they crossed several dirt roads along the way. Finally, as the station wagon came within sight of high snow-capped mountains, Carol turned down a little dirt road that led down into Snow Canyon and their ranch.

The car bounced along over the rocks and sand, and Russell's leg rubbed against Jerri. She grabbed his thigh when the car hit a gully, and then left her hand there. Russell felt a surge of excitement in his loins resulting from the girl's touch.

Soon Carol drove the car up the drive to the large ranch house and parked in front of the main door. They got out and grabbed the groceries and supplies and headed up the steps to the little porch.

Jerri opened the front door. "Well, we're home," she said, entering.

The interior of the house was done with warmth and taste. There were chairs made of hemp with huge flowered cushions. A fireplace sat at the end of the living room. The kitchen was old, but well equipped. The bedrooms-four of them-were comfortable and large.

Russell tit a fire-it was cool in the canyon when the sun was gone, and it was almost night now-and Carol cooked omelets as Jerri plunked out tunes on the old piano in the living room.

"Not bad, not bad," Russell said, as Jerri finished her version of Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head.

"I took lessons when I was a kid," she said, walking toward him," but it's going to take some time before I can get both hands working again, you know?"

"Yup," Russell said, looking up to her from the floor in front of the fire.

Jerri sat down. She looked into Russell's eyes for a moment and then their faces met in a long, gentle kiss. Russell's tongue lightly brushed over.Tern's soft lips. His beard tickled her chin. They moved apart and seemed to talk to each other with their eyes. They knew they liked each other, they knew they wanted each other, and they also knew they would have to wait till Carol had gone to bed.

Jerri reached out and placed her hand on Russell's thigh again. He brought his own hand to hers and pressed it to his leg, sliding it up until it rested directly on his cock. Jerri it growing stiff beneath the faded jeans. She looked at his face without glancing to his thigh. She felt the large penis getting hard beneath her touch and her eyes seemed to glow in front of the fire as Russell stared into them.

Carol interrupted as she called for them to come to the kitchen to eat, and Jerri removed her hand and stood up. Russell followed, pushing his almost-hard penis down so it wouldn't stick out of his pants as he walked to the kitchen.

All through the meal, Russell's leg rubbed against Jerri's. By the time they were through eating, Jerri could feel the dampness in her underpants. She could think of nothing but having sex with the strong guy sitting next to her at the table. She wanted Carol to go to bed early.

Carol did go to bed early, immediately after their meal. "I'm tired. I'll do the dishes in the morning," she said, starting to her bedroom.

"I'll do them," Russell said.

"Okay," Carol said, smiling. "'Night," she whispered to both Jerri and Russell, and disappeared into her bedroom with her large suitcase.

Jerri and Russell walked into the kitchen. "You're not really, going to wash those dishes, are you?" Jerri asked.

"Sure. It will only take a, minute. And while I'm doing that, why don't you take your clothes off, and mine too? Okay?"

Jerri couldn't believe what he was asking. She had been used to standing before cameras and some ten or fifteen men without any clothing on, but to do it in her own kitchen in front of a hippie she hardly even knew, while he was washing dishes, was quite another story. But it seemed exciting, new, different. She immediately got over her initial shock and started unbuttoning her blouse.

Russell rinsed the plates in the soapy warm water as he watched Jerri open her blouse to reveal her ripe young breasts. She dropped the Mouse to the table and ran her hands over her nipples. They hardened under her touch.

"Take off your pants," Russell said softly.

Jerri turned away from him and opened the bottoms on her jeans. Slowly, she slid them down over her buttocks and to the floor. Then she tagged at the light pink panties and they too slid down her smooth buttocks and landed atop the jeans on the floor.

Russell watched as she stepped out of the clothing, spreading her legs to reveal the soft hairs of bar ass to him. Then she tuned around and he looked down her beautiful body tin his eyes rested on her pubic mound. It was the color of the hair on her head, he thought, chestnut. The daft was covered with thick brown hair and Jerri ran her fingers through it. Then she lifted her left leg to one of the chairs and spread her pussy open before Russell's gaze.

"My God, you're beautiful!" he said, leaning against the counter. He forgot about the dishes now. He braced himself with his arms on the sink. "Take off my pants."

Jerri fell to her knees in front of the boy and pulled his pants open. She undid the buttons and opened the jeans so she could pull them down over his ass. She did so. His huge cock jumped out in front of her. She stared at it and then continued to pull his pants down and off his feet.

Russell spread his legs as far as he could. His cock was only inches in front of Jerri's face. She brought her hands to his knees and took hold. He moaned in anticipation, and then closed his eyes. Russell expected Jerri to take his penis in her mouth but instead he felt a sensation between his legs. He looked down to see Jerri sucking on his balls, trying to pull them into her warm soft lips. He stooped his body down a bit and moved to position his long-hanging testicles directly above the girl's face, so she could get them into her mouth.

She sucked hard and in a moment the boy's scrotum was completely enveloped by her mouth. She swirled his balls around with her tongue, sucking up and down with her lips, as she brought her hands up to his buttocks and grasped them tightly. Her hair bounced as her head moved between his legs.

Russell grasped his cock in his hand and began to move it as the girl sucked on his balls. He rubbed his fingers over the swollen tip, and then pulled back and forth in equal rhythm as he masturbated himself over the girl's head.

Jerri pulled her head away and looked at the purple head of his cock. Slowly, as Russell held it in his hand, she brought her lips to it and kissed the tip. Then she let her lips fit around the glans and she took it in her mouth and Russell moved his hand away to let the organ slide into the girl's face.

Jerri sucked on it, pushing her head forward so the entire length of his cock entered her. She could feel it pushing against the walls of her throat. She bit down lightly with her teeth and swirled her tongue around the tip, especially along the underside of the head, until Russell felt he was going to lose his balance.

"Jerri, wait, I can't stand up any longer," he said, pulling her face from his penis. He moved to the floor and took her in his arms. "Wow, this is amazing," he whispered.

Jerri looked at him and then they kissed, hard and for a long time. Russell's tongue reached far into Jerri's mouth as she pressed her naked breasts to his hairy chest.

"Let's go by the fire," Jerri said, pulling her lace from his.

"Far out," Russell said, standing up. He took Jerri's hand, helped her up, and together they walked into the living room. The room was lit only by the glowing embers of the logs that had earlier been burning. Russell tossed another log to the pile and in moments it caught fire, bathing the room in amber light.

Jerri stood in the middle of the room. Russell moved to her and placed his right hand on her shoulder, then brought his head down to her breasts, taking her left nipple in his mouth.

"Oh," Jerri moaned, feeling his warm tongue licking her ripe, pink nipple. She held his head in her hands while he licked and sucked at her firm young breast The sensation was a wonderful one. He moved his head to her other breast, tweaking the nipple with his teeth, sucking hard on the granite like end.

Russell stood up, facing Jerri, and let his cock touch her stomach as it stood before him. He pressed his body against hers and wrapped his arms around her. She took hold of his buttocks and pulled him to her, feeling the hot hard organ between their bodies. Russell lifted her from the floor and carried her to the sofa, facing the fireplace. Russell set Jerri down on the soft couch and stretched out alongside her. His huge long penis rested temptingly against her white smooth thighs, and Jerri felt her excitement grow as it made contact with her sensuous •kin.

"Fuck me, Russell. Fuck me hard!" she pleaded, her whole body suddenly wild with passion. She wanted his long cock buried deep in her hungry hot belly, and she reached for it, wrapping the thick head in her small hand to feel the almost bursting rubbery tip.

Russell knelt down between Jerri's widespread legs without making Jerri lose hold of his throbbing giant cock. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her slender shoulders, while Jerri drew her knees up and locked them tightly around his narrow hips. He looked down between their bodies, at her firm pointed breasts glowing in the yellowish light, across her flat belly to the dark fuzzy triangle of pubic hair. Russell could see tiny drops of glistening moisture forming on the smooth soft mound The sight of her pussy drove him wild, and he knew that she was going to be the best fuck he had ever had. No matter how much she begged, he would not come until he had had enough of her beautiful, inviting cunt.

Jerri guided the thick swollen head of Russell's penis down into the fuzzy mound of her hungry pussy. Almost as if to tease herself, she slowly ran the rubbery tip along the narrow slit, parting the smooth pink lips of her vagina. When she touched it to her clitoris, a wave of sensual pleasure flooded her brain, and she could wait no longer to have the boy's cock inside her burning womb. She wiffled her round hips up beneath Russell's long loins to open her pussy as wide as she possibly could. Then, arching her hips up slightly, she ran the rocklike column slowly along the moist pink flesh to the ragged opening of her tight cuntal passage.

Russell stayed poised above her, delightedly watching her furious attempt to screw herself up onto his aching cock. He felt the pressure in his balls building up with tremendous force and intensity, and he wanted to drive his thick penis deep into Jerri's cunt in one great lunge. But he held back, watching Jerri's impassioned attempts to take in his hard long rod.

Jerri felt the grasping tightness of her throbbing vagina resisting the huge swollen invader, and she reached with her hand to spread the lips out of the way. Suddenly the tip of hard flesh broke its way into the opening of her passage, and she jerked back from the pain of being so cruelly stretched.

"Oh, my God, you're big!" Jerri moaned when Russell pushed his long cock down a short distance into her hot passage. Jerri began to doubt whether she could take the giant cock inside her.

Russell couldn't wait any longer and, ramming forward with all his might, he cruelly impaled Jerri with his lust-driven cock, all the way to the hilt. Jerri's legs kicked out, jerking futilely in the air under his crushing weight.

"Oh! God!" she shouted. A sharp pain shot through her trapped body and she didn't.move for fear the huge cock would sink even deeper. She felt as if she was being torn apart, her body splitting halfway from the giant object that was suddenly a part of her. She looked up into Russell's face. "Fuck me, Russell," Jerri said loudly. She then remembered that Carol was in the next room, and repeated herself softly.

Russell's eyes looked at her tenderly. He didn't move his body. His cock rested quietly within her. He kissed her lovingly on her mouth as she wrapped her legs around his buttocks and back. Russell held still for a long time so Jerri could get used to his giant organ deep inside her tight cunt. He looked down at the pink throbbing valley his cock was buried in to the hilt, and he could see his dark pubic hair wetly mingling with hers. The tight lips of her cunt were widely stretched around the dark thickness at the base of his cock, and it looked as though they might split apart at any moment.

After the initial shock and pain, Jerri flexed the muscles in her cunt around the invading penis. It felt as if his cock was growing with each pressure she applied. Somehow she could feel every detail of the hard form inside her body as the nerves in her wet cunt transmitted responses to her muddled brain. Everything inside her was alive with passion, and became a part of her. She was a servant to passion now, at its mercy. She could dangling against her widespread anus, and the sensation it caused made her cunt contract again and again.

Russell waited for a moment and then, flexing his cock repeatedly, he began a slow pressure against her upturned crotch so that Jerri could feel the continual throbbing of his penis. She lurched slightly from the pressure, and then she groaned from deep within her throat. Her pussy pulled at the thick head of his buried penis.

Jerri could feel the tiny sensations of the jerking flesh rippling deep inside her quivering belly. The pain of his sudden entry was quickly consumed by the growing pleasure that spread throughout her entire passionate body. The tiny sensation that began in her womb grew as it ran through her belly, up her body, through her veins, into her twin mounds to the tips of her electrified nipples. Slowly, she bent her hips up and down on the pulsating penis, feeling the huge cock filling her pussy with every nerve in the smooth walls of her cunt.

Jerri arched her hips and rode her pussy up and down the huge shaft of his cock. She was in heaven. She always enjoyed sex the most when it was done with a bit of pain-she wasn't a masochist, but she liked to make love passionately, like an animal-or when it was done in an unusual place or situation. In fact, the most memorable sexual experiences she could remember took place on the floor of her high school gym, in a telephone booth in Brooklyn, on the deck of the Staten Island ferry and on a crowded subway car.

But tonight was different. The situation wasn't unique-the middle of a living room, in the firelight-but the boy was. Russell was unlike any guy Jerri had ever been with. Long hair, beard, moustache, a" hippie" type, with the biggest cock she had ever seen.

Jerri ran her tongue wetly across her red lips, OB she again lifted her hips to force the long penis deep within her. Russell bent his head down to kiss her.

Russell held back the urge to let the cum pour from his cock into her beautiful body. He could feel his balls swelling with the pent-up liquid as they smacked against her puckered anus with each driving thrust of his cock. He began to move his body now so Jerri would not have to lift herself up to feel the long organ deep within her. Together they began to pump up and down in equal rhythm. Their gyrations became faster and faster. Jerri was mad with lust for his huge penis. She frantically worked to absorb the hot fleshy organ in her burning pussy.

Jerri rolled her head back and forth on the sofa and Russell knew she was about to burst. He rammed the full length of his cock into her pussy and then he felt the strain in her muscles as her liquids began pouring down the walls of her pussy, over his hard cock, down his balls and finally onto Jerri's asshole. Russell couldn't stand it any longer. He had to give it to her, to fill her with his cum, to drown her with his hot semen.

Suddenly, Jerri slammed her hips up hard against his pelvis, burying his thick long cock completely in her grinding cunt. Her whole body began to jerk spasmodically as her climax hit strongly now and even more liquid poured out of her to envelop the burning cock.

Russell couldn't resist the burning at the tip of his cock any longer. He pumped his penis quickly, in hard thrusts, until his balls exploded abruptly with his sperm, and his long thick cock lurched crazily with shots of wet white cum.

Russell was out of his mind with the thrill of the wild girl beneath him sucking his cock deep into her burning pussy. He was being sucked bone-dry. It was like no girl he had ever had before. He was shoving his long cock deep into her wet burning cavern, pounding the girl deep into the sofa, as the final jets of cum spurted from the tip of his cock. The moment was one of intense insane pleasure. What a fuck, he thought to himself. What a fuck!

Jerri's young contracting cunt kept pulling at the long, hard penis to empty it of all the pleasure that it contained. Even after it had stopped spewing its cum, she kept milking it for all the seminal fluid that ran slowly from its huge head. She wasn't about to let any of it fall from her womb. She had endured its invasion, and now it was a glorious part of her.

Russell held her tight in his arms, his hard cock still buried within her. Jerri brushed his hair with her hands. It fell onto his shoulders and she held it in her fingers, against the warmth of his manly flesh. They lay on the sofa, their heavy breathing almost echoing in the room, as they tried to regain some strength and a little energy. But neither had the desire to move an inch. Slowly, Russell's cock began to diminish in size, and Jerri felt it shrinking within her. As his penis grew smaller, some of his semen dripped from his balls to the sofa. Then, easily, Russell pulled his cock from her tight pussy and let hang between their legs, resting its head against her anus.

In a few minutes, Russell moved to Jerri's side and held her tightly to his body. She took his limp penis in her fingertips and held it gently, as the boy rested his head against her shoulder. The fire was almost gone now and the room was dark. Russell kissed Jerri's hair and moved his leg over hers. Jerri closed her eyes, feeling peaceful and fulfilled.

Russell was asleep in a matter of minutes. Jerri wondered how long it had been since he had spent a good night, or had a good night's sleep, or had a good fuck? How did he feel now, having fucked the girl he was going to live with for a time… and how long would he stay? Jerri's mind was full of questions.

She thought about New York. It was quite a relief to know she was sleeping in her own house and there would be no" call" at six in the morning for, her to meet. She was free now. Free to do what she wanted, to fuck who she wanted, to love who she wanted. She wondered what her parents were thinking. She knew they would be worried. She decided to write them in the morning.

Suddenly, she felt very sleepy Still holding the strong boy's penis in her hand, she dosed her eyes tight and erased all questions from her mind. Soon, she was asleep.