Willow Bud held White Fawn’s legs wide open with her hands on her inner thighs. Her tongue flickered and searched the sweet warm flesh between White Fawn’s shuddering legs. Juices began pouring out of her tiny pussy, filling Willow Bud’s eager mouth and being swallowed frequently by her shapely throat. Suddenly, Willow Bud pulled away from White Fawn’s pussy and sat up.
“Lay on your back and raise your pussy,” Willow Bud commanded.
“But . . . I thought . . . ”
“Hurry and do what I told you. Time is growing short.” She helped White Fawn get into place, then took the cream picture and began pouring part of it’s contents into White Fawn’s pussy. White Fawn gasped, with eyes wide. She started to push Willow Bud’s hand away, but Willow Bud was done.
“You can put your pussy down, but don’t let any cream escape,” Willow Bud demanded. White Fawn nodded, tightening the muscles of her ass and pussy. It wasn’t easy to hold the cream inside herself.
Willow Bud quickly leaned back and poured the rest of the cream inside her womanhood. She dropped the pitcher on the floor and took up the basket with the snake inside. White Fawn’s eyes widened as Willow Bud drew the snake from the basket with a smile. Willow Bud held the snake in front of her own pussy, and the snake instantly disappeared inside her pussy, with a twisting blur of it’s body.
“Oh yes,” Willow Bud grunted. A very distorted, twisted look crossed her face. She shuddered and motioned for White Fawn to move closer. When she was close enough she lifted one leg and threw it across White Fawn’s, then slid her pussy tightly against White Fawn’s delicate pussy lips. As their lips touched White Fawn’s eyes lit in understanding. She began shuddering, waiting for that first contact. Willow Bud’s twisted face neared her own and they kissed passionately, almost brutally. White Fawn felt a movement against her pussy. She froze in fear, her eyes widening as she looked into Willow Bud’s blurred eyes. Suddenly the snake found her entrance and slid inside her. She gasped and clutched Willow Bud as the snake quickly filled her pussy and womb. It twisted and turned so quickly that she only felt the snake after it had moved to a different location. It seemed to be twisting and turning as it grew larger inside her. Was it dying? Would the snake die inside her and remain there forever?
“Oh, achee,” she whispered as the fire spread from her loins to the rest of her body. “Estoy muriendo,” White Fawn whimpered in horror.
“You are not dying,” Willow Bud giggled. “Relax and enjoy it, it will be very strong,” she said, hugging the naked girl before her. Her lips touched White Fawn’s gently as her pussy firmly rocked against White Fawn’s. The added stimulus horrified White Fawn. She clutched Willow Bud convulsively. Suddenly, horribly, she was empty. The snake had returned to Willow Bud. Willow Bud rocked faster, her pussy melting against White Fawn’s. White Fawn clutched the warm naked girl and kissed her passionately. She desperately wanted the snake to return to her pussy and finish her. She rocked faster, with her pussy sliding over Willow Bud’s moist flesh. Her pussy felt so hot against White Fawn’s. The juices and milk were dripping from their youthful pussies, and saturating the bed. The snake reveled in the delicious moisture it found inside these sweet young girls. It twisted and turned as it churned and drank both milk and juices, filling it’s abdomen and growing larger, as it feasted.
“Oh my god,” Willow Bud gurgled, her face turning purple. She rocked faster, brutally smashing her sex against White Fawn’s. She twisted and turned like the snake, then fell back on the bed with her hands clutching the blankets. She pressed her mound toward White Fawn, while here wide eyes looked at the white skinned girl in horror.
“It’s going to be big,” Willow Bud grunted, twisting faster. “Very big,” her face twisted in a mask of horror. “Aaaaeeeee, “she squealed, stiffening with her pussy against White Fawn’s. White Fawn used this convenient pussy to rub herself toward a massive orgasm. Suddenly the snake was outside, coiling on the bed. White Fawn grabbed it and tried to slide it into her pussy, but the snake refused.
Willow Bud was laying on her side, crying gently into the blankets. White Fawn’s eyes went to the smooth portion of Willow Bud’s hip in front of her. She threw one leg over Willow Bud and lowered her wet pussy until it opened against Willow Bud’s soft hip. Without delay, she began sliding forward and back on the beautiful, exhausted girl’s unresisting body. It took only a moment for her abused, super heated pussy to explode. Willow Bud pushed her over on the bed and sealed her mouth over White Fawn’s pussy, licking gently as she jerked and convulsed. Slowly she eased her movements, allowing White Fawn to return to the real world again. White Fawn lay whimpering, gasping for breath, as Willow Bud lay with her mouth sealed over White Fawn’s delicate pussy. It was a brutal shock when Willow Bud released White Fawn’s pussy and sat up, smiling. She leaned off the bed and searched for her snake. They found it laying beneath the bed, probably as exhausted as the girls. It was willing to return to the covered basket for some much needed rest.
“Wasn’t that fun?” Willow Bud asked joyously. White Fawn sat shaking her head.
Tall Elk and Rusty rode out of the north end of the valley and found the 3L Ranch on the open grasslands below. No more than 300 cattle surrounded the house. The ranch was composed of one unpainted house, two outbuildings, probably a granary and a bunkhouse, a barn, a single toilet, and a corral. It was a sorry outfit in any part of the country.
“There he goes,” Rusty pointed as the horse passed the corral and slid to a halt before the house. Several men came out and lowered the man, then carried him inside the house. A lone man took the horse and returned it to the corral. He stopped and searched the hills, before going back into the house.
“Now we know for sure,” Tall Elk said, taking a seat in the grass. They were far from the house and screened from view by a stand of bushes and trees. Tall Elk noted absently, that White Fawn’s blackberries grew abundantly on the side of the sunny, grass-covered hill. He stood and picked a handful, before throwing them into his mouth.
“What now?” Rusty asked.
Tall Elk looked around and found something interesting. If this end of the valley were blocked off, the valley would fill with water within a year, creating a great lake. The new lake would border 3L’s land, while wiping out most of Nancy’s. Very convenient.
“You know,” Rusty said, taking up a blade of grass and chewing it thoughtfully, “that the black stuff this man detests is what they make kerosene from. If he holds onto it he may become rich.”
“He has the same problem as Nancy,” Tall Elk said, clearing an area for a fire. He wanted coffee. “His cattle are dying off and he can’t hold the land without cattle. He’s too damned lazy to drill wells, so he wants the river. Until now it was easy to steal Nancy’s cattle and maintain his own dying herd,” Talk Elk said with a smile crinkling his eyes.