Please enjoy this new chapter of
Bad Boy Road Trip
. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.
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--Taylor VanCannon
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Jake followed his GPS along a narrow back road lined with barbed-wire fencing before turning onto a dusty dirt road. Up ahead was an arch emblazoned with the name of the ranch he was looking for: Belle's Double-D Ranch.
The RV had nearly cleared the arch when he hit the brakes, throwing up a cloud of dust. Unsure of what he'd just seen, he hopped out and walked back until he could gaze up at the arch. Belle's cattle brand was burned into each side of the weathered wooden sign. He shook his head in amazement, wondering what kind of devious mind designed it.
Two interlocking D's faced away from each other, with their curves crossing at two points. The straight edges tilted outward, suggesting a triangular shape. The B sat sideways atop the interlocking D's. Further examination only confirmed his first impression: two breasts pointing skyward atop a stylized pussy with wide open lips. Picasso would have been proud.
Jake continued down the road until he reached a large ranch house. He bounded up the steps onto the broad verandah and immediately recognized Belle. Aside from her short hair, she was the spitting image of Dixie, her twin sister. She sat in the center of a line of rocking chairs, flanked by two women on each side.
Belle eyed him cautiously as he approached. "Hello," she said, extending her hand.
Jake chuckled to himself as he grasped her hand. He could only imagine the confusion his appearance caused. "Hi Ladies," he said with a warm smile, "I'm Jake... I think you're expecting me."
Relieved, Belle said, "I think my sister needs her eyes checked. You look nothing like I imagined."
"An improvement... I hope." Jake told them the story about the Brad Pitt poster and his makeover in Pecos, leaving out the extracurricular bits.
"Indeed!" Carole said, introducing herself. At thirty, she and Susie were the two youngest of the book club. Her golden curls hung down to her shoulders; she had a mischievous look to her. Like the others, she wore a lightweight sun dress, gathered at the waist. She extended her hand. "I'm Carole."
"I agree," Janice chimed in, "they did an excellent job, definitely Brad Pitt material." She beamed with enthusiasm. Her short brunette hair was a mass of dark curls. "I'm Janice," she said, taking his hand. At forty-something, she was closer to Belle's age.
Kim took her time looking him over before introducing herself. Her strawberry blond hair was done up in frizzy curls, hanging just off her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes lit up her face. She couldn't resist dropping her eyes down for a quick glance at his crotch.
Knowing that his tailored slacks revealed nothing, Jake playfully tapped her under the chin to lift her eyes. He figured her for about thirty-five.
She blushed, but only slightly, her interest piqued. "This is my friend Susie," Kim said, "she insisted we let her join our group... just for today."
"Oh," Jake said, turning to Susie, "you're not a book club regular?"
She shook her head. "I helped Kim bake you a cake last night... and, well, I just had to be here to see your reaction to it."
"A cake?"
"Un-huh, I think you're going to like it," she said. "I work at Kim's bakery... and came up with the design myself."
He imagined something along the lines of the cattle brand. He winked at her and opened his arms, inviting a hug.
She obliged, pressing herself into him. Her lightly freckled face was just inches from his, close enough for him to take in the rose scent of her short blond hair. Her ample tits mashed flat into his chest. He sensed she was fishing for something, so he parted his legs just enough to give her room to wedge her leg in between his. "Better?" he whispered into her ear.
"Mmm," she cooed, doing her best to conceal her surprise. There was no doubt she found what she was looking for.
"So, it's true," Belle said, eyeing Susie's reaction. Dixie's general description of Jake may have been wildly wrong, but Susie's wide grin confirmed that she was spot-on about the size of his manhood. "Can we offer you an iced tea?"
"How about something a little stronger?"
Belle smiled and poured him a tall drink from the pitcher. "Try this first... it's sweetened with Southern Comfort."
Jake took a sip of the sweet concoction. "Nice," he said, "looks like you've got a head start on me."
Belle nodded. "So Jake, what do you think of my spread?"
He eyed her carefully, pondering how to answer a question so loaded with innuendo. Over her head was a sign, almost as big as the one he drove under, with the cattle brand prominently displayed. He looked up. "Nice... I especially like your cattle brand."
That got all the girls twittering at once.
Belle winked at Jake, "Let's just say I put a lot of myself into the design..." She lifted a leg and draped it over the arm of the rocker, and then did the same with the other leg. It only took a slight tug on her dress to expose her neatly shaved pussy. "... you can see where I got my inspiration."
Jake let out a low whistle. He stalled for time, racking his brain for just the right response. The jagged lips of her well worn pussy bore no resemblance to the clean graphic lines of the cattle brand. He looked to the other girls, hoping they might follow Belle's lead, but there were no takers. Aroused by her brazen display, he returned his focus to her glistening pink gash. He dropped to his knees and moved in close, unable to resist the urge to take a taste.
Belle wagged a finger at him and slammed the door shut on her pussy. "Patience my friend... there'll be plenty of time for that later."
Jake scowled at her in mock indignation, and then turned to the other girls, fishing for a more accommodating response.
Janice volunteered, "Belle can be a real ball-buster..."
"Yeah," Kim chimed in, "but she doesn't speak for all of us."
Susie jumped to her feet, judged her distance to Jake and then took two quick steps toward him. With a quick twist, she bent down and kicked herself up into a handstand, facing him.
Jake stared down at the thin red thong, wedged between the lips of her pussy, on display just inches from his face. Her thicket of strawberry blond pubes poked out in all directions.
Kim gave her friend a playful smack on her bare ass-cheek. "I knew it... Susie lied about her interest in our book club." She hooked her fingers under the waistband of Susie's thong and slid it up her long legs, until the narrow fabric snapped free of her crack.
"A little white lie," Susie said, as she split her legs, forcing open the lips of her glistening pink pussy.
Jake bent down and kissed her luscious pussy lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stood up, lifting her off the ground.
