Blood Wedding

Fargo hadn’t thought she’d be a screamer. He hoped there was no one any closer than Rip Johnson’s house, or their sleep was going to be seriously disturbed. If Molly got any louder, she might even wake up Tom Talley.

After a couple of seconds, Molly lay still. She said, “Damn, Fargo. You could teach these farmers around here a thing or two, I’ll tell you that.”

“I hope that wasn’t all you wanted from me,” Fargo said with a grin.

“You’re damn right it wasn’t. We’re just getting started. Now, why don’t you sit up.”

Fargo wasn’t quite sure what she wanted him to do, but with a little help and coaxing, he figured it out. He sat astraddle of her on her stomach, and she held her breasts invitingly, her hands cupped on the sides.

“Stick it between them,” she said. “I’d like to feel it rubbing them.”

Fargo did as she asked, letting his throbbing shaft slide in between the soft mounds, so lightly slicked with sweat. Molly pressed them around him and said, “Pump it.”

Fargo slid his penis into the crevice as far as he could and then withdrew it.

Molly gasped. “Faster,” she said, and fondled her nipples, which seemed to grow even larger. “Faster.”

Fargo obliged her. Her head tossed and her eyes closed. Fargo reached behind him and found the tangled triangle again. His finger slid easily down the wet track and into the hot honey hole that waited there.

Molly’s mouth came open as she rocked under him.

“YeeeeHaaaaaaw! YeeHaw! YeeHaw! YeeHaw!”

She was flouncing so much that she nearly threw Fargo off and onto the floor. He was worried that Talley’s bed wouldn’t be able to take the punishment, but it help up until Molly was still again.

“You’re even better than you look,” Molly said finally. “But you’re not getting as much out of this as I am.”

“You might be surprised,” Fargo said.

“I don’t think so, but here’s a surprise for you.”

Fargo’s lance was still pushed up between her breasts, and Molly leaned her head forward to take the tip of it in her mouth. She nursed and tongued it vigorously while rubbing her hands over her distended nipples. Fargo leaned back a bit and worked his finger between her legs.

She stopped her work and said breathlessly, “If you don’t quit that, I’m not going to be able to finish you.”

“I have an idea,” Fargo said. “Let’s both finish.”

“That sounds mighty fine. Give it to me. Hurry.”

Fargo slid down her ample frame until he was positioned between her legs. She was spread out invitingly, knees bent, hips already moving in anticipation, and he bent forward to take a nipple in his mouth. Each time he sucked it, she quivered.

“That feels wonderful,” she said, “but you’d better—ahhhh!—get inside me. I can’t wait much—ahhh!—longer.”

Fargo didn’t keep her waiting. He shoved inside all the way in one smooth stroke and lodged himself there. He felt her inner walls rippling around him, closing on him as they had on his finger. He waited for a moment, then started a slow slide out.

After a few leisurely strokes, he sped up, and Molly threw her legs around him, locking her ankles, urging him to go faster, faster.

Soon they were rocking together in such a frenzy that the bed began to bang against the wall, and Fargo thought it might break right on through.

There wasn’t a thing he could do to stop it, however. He felt a tremendous pressure building in him. It seemed to start in his toes and work its way all the way up his legs, which tightened like a bowstring.”

“Please!” Molly said. “Please give it to me. Now! Now!”

Fargo gave it to her. In one last lunge he thrust into her as far as he could go as Molly screamed with joy.

“YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeHaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!”

There were a few more screams, and when she finally subsided, they lay on the bed until their breathing returned to normal.

“My God, Fargo,” Molly said. “I never knew anything could be like that. I don’t guess there’s any chance of you settling down and being a farmer, is there.”

“That’s not my line,” Fargo said.

“I knew that. Too bad. You’re going to miss out on a lot. And so am I.”

“I told you these fellas around here didn’t know what they were missing.”

“I knew you were right. I just didn’t know how right.”

“Maybe if you gave one of them a chance, he’d do you some good.”

“I doubt that any of them cares about a chance, except maybe for Rip Johnson, and he’s as bad as a goat. He’d try for anybody or anything, but I don’t mess with married men. Besides, on his best day he couldn’t give me as good as what I just had. But maybe I ought not to be so choosy. A woman can get mighty lonesome living all by herself. I’d been wanting to do that a long time. None of the boneheads around here seemed likely to make an offer, though. They were too busy wishing that tiny little Abby Watkins would give them a tumble, which she never did for a one of them, not until Jed came along. And now that she’s available again, nobody’s going to give me a second look.”

“Then they’re crazy,” Fargo said.