Spouse Swap

Chapter 10

The night moved around Elke as she picked her way along the narrow path used by steers to reach Axehandle Creek whenever they became thirsty. She had no trouble seeing. The sky overhead was laced with stars and a lopsided, nearly full moon rode low above the treetops. A gentle breeze stirred a nearby stand of cottonwoods, making them whisper like a whore desperate for rent money and causing Elke to smirk at the sound and say aloud, "If everything goes according to plan, Trish Asher will be whispering like those cottonwoods… and for the same reason."

"I always knew you were a goofy broad," Joe Dooley said as he stepped from the shadows of a lone pine and startled her. "How long have you had this habit of talking to yourself?"

"You bastard," Elke hissed on the heel of a nervous laugh. "Did you have to pop out of the shadows and scare me like that?" She made a face. "Jesus, I almost jumped out of my panties!"

The lanky, homely-faced hunting guide who enjoyed rather than suffered from chronic unemployment, trapped her in the circle of his arms and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Sorry about that, little monkey. I thought you saw me coming."

Elke's heart stopped hammering. She mashed her breasts against his lower chest and said, "Your apology is accepted." She looked up at him and frowned. "But I still don't understand what you're doing here. You were supposed to meet me at the cabin."

Dooley grinned boyishly. "So I came to meet you halfway. Blame it on loneliness."

Her hand dropped to find his tool, and soft laughter bubbled out of her throat. "Loneliness, my fanny. Heat drove you out of that hot cabin. Cripes, you're as bad as Bruce and Wellman when it comes to doing the orgy bit." She waited for his laugh. It didn't come. She looked up at him again. "Your cock is ready for action, but you aren't. Why?"

He chucked her under the chin. "You know I don't like doing my stuff on the ground. Come on, let's head for the cabin."

Elke slipped free of his embrace and fell into step beside him. Silence walked with them for a few seconds, then Dooley chased it away by saying, "I saw headlights of a car cut out toward town a few minutes ago. Trish."

"Yes."

"Bruce go with her?"

Elke shook her head. "He was in no condition to go anywhere by the time Gabe Penner phoned for help."

"Drunk?"

"More like a fuck-out funk. Trish screwed and sucked him to sleep." She became serious. "Frankly, I'm worried about Bruce."

"Oh?"

"I think he's hung up on Trish."

Dooley shrugged. "That's his problem."

She took a deep breath that disturbed her breasts and let it out slowly. There was a note of deep concern in her voice as she said quietly, "It could turn out to be ours, Joe."

"You worry too much," Dooley growled as they reached Axehandle Creek. He scooped her into his arms and carried her across the icy, noisy creek. He deposited her on the opposite bank and gave her a resounding whack across the buttocks. "That cat he's playing house with might scratch him a little, but she won't claw his heart out. She couldn't."

"Why not?"

"Bruce hasn't got a heart."

Elke threw back her head and laughed. "You prick. I might have known you'd say something like that to get me out of my funk."

"It worked, didn't it."

"Get fucked."

"I intend to. As soon as we reach the cabin." Elke slipped an arm through his. "I'm with you."

They reached the log cabin and went inside. A shiver rippled through Elke as she waited for Dooley to find and light the fat candle he kept concealed during the day. Her mind was on the nearby outhouse. Her father had died in front of it. Dooley had watched him die from his place of concealment in the shadows of this lousy cabin, and later he had watched Gabe Penner dispose of the body by dropping it down the well.

"Stop thinking about it," Dooley said, cutting into her thoughts. He scratched a match against wood and lit the candle. His voice licked at her. "Your father hated wakes."

Elke smiled sadly. "I know. It isn't his death that bugs me. It's his being in that damn well."

Dooley carried the candle over to the rickety table and jammed it in the neck of an empty liquor bottle before he said, "He isn't in there anymore, cupcake. I took him out last night. He's sleeping nice and dry at the other end of this valley."

Elke brightened immediately. "That makes me feel better."

"Good. Now how about making me feel the same?"

Elke took a deep breath that stirred her breasts. Her voice turned teasing. "Maybe we shouldn't, Joe. It's getting late. Suppose Trish and Gabe reach the ranch before I do and find my bed empty?"

"Fuck those two," Dooley growled as he reached for her. "Come here."

Elke backed away, shook her head. "I'm not coming near that stiff dick of yours until I get undressed."

"Do your thing, cupcake. Start by skinning out of those tight jeans, or I'll-"

"Spank my ass?" she finished for him. "I wish you would. I haven't had my panties dusted in ages."

"You'll get your wish… as soon as you shuck those damn jeans. Do it."

Elke felt her vagina growing wet with lust as she responded to his command. She loosened the hip zipper on her sand-colored jeans and watched Dooley's homely face as she forced them down over her slender hips and exposed her white bikini panties. A pleased smile curved her lips. Her boy was beginning to break out in a sweat.

Hot.

Joe Dooley was hot.

Elke paused with the jeans down around her knees and lowered her shapely haunches into the antiquated deal chair. She pulled off her walking boots, her socks, then stood up again and knifed forward. She dropped her jeans all the way and tugged them free of her naked feet, then straightened once more to show him the webbing of her panties.

She asked throatily, "Ready to spank me, lover?"

Dooley licked his lips, shook his head. "Not yet. Show me your bra first."

Elke removed her sweater. Seconds later she stood before him in the flickering candlelight, clad only in bra, panties and the silver wagon wheel earrings Dooley had given her as last year's Christmas present. She tossed the sweater aside and waited for him to make his move.

He opened his arms and said, "Come here, cupcake."

She obeyed.

Dooley's cock was exposed, and as Elke insinuated the length of her body against his, she felt the throbbing of it against the crotch of her panties. She shivered with anticipation. Her eyes were closed, her ripe red lips slightly parted to aid the raggedness of her breathing and to receive his tongue inside her mouth. Dooley's tongue was akin to a prick, and with his cock pressing against the melting lips of her covered pussy, it was the same as being worked over at both ends by two different men.

Elke jerked her mouth away from his and said breathlessly, "I'm ready, lover boy; do your stuff!"

Dooley wasn't ready. His big hands kneaded her breasts through the half-bra, and Elke felt her sleeping nipples awaken and punch against the scrap of cloth that held them captive. She shuddered and hissed, "Damn you, Joseph, fuck me before I blow my mind!"

She wanted him.

Any way she could get him.

Pussy. Asshole. Suck job. A spanking.

Dooley pressed his mouth to hers again. His tongue darted between her teeth, and the tip of it tickled her tonsils. Night sounds drifted in through the open door of the cabin, but neither heard them. Their kiss was long and deep. Dooley was the first to break away. He stepped back and stared at Elke's lush and vibrant curves. His eyes devoured her for an eternity of heartbeats; then he said raspingly, "Turn your back to me, Elke."

Elke laughed and turned her back to him. She thought he was going to spank her. He wasn't. He stared at her buttocks and felt like a Greek on vacation. Elke had a shapely bottom, the shapeliest he had ever seen. He licked his lips at the thought of seeing her pretty ass naked, her sphincter winking at him like a one-eyed whore who was willing to take his personal check for a trick. Mere sight of her panty-clad biscuits was enough to drive him off his stick. No doubt about it, Elke was one hell of a lot of girl.

"Don't just stand there drooling like a fucking idiot," Elke said almost angrily. "Do something. Do anything!"

Dooley didn't need a second invitation. He trapped her in his arms and found her mouth with his again. His tongue slipped between her moist red lips. Elke pressed the length of her body hard against his and felt his prick pulsating against her vagina. His big hands dropped to the dimpled cheeks of her covered haunches, and he strained her closer. Her hard breasts turned pneumatic against his chest, making him sweat more profusely, and Elke thought, Not spanking tonight. My boy is too worked up to waste his time dusting my panties. He needs a hole to work on, but which one? A mental shrug. Who cares? As long as he wants me in some way. He was hot.

She wanted him hotter and she knew how to do it.

"Wow!" Elke exclaimed as Dooley removed his tongue from inside her mouth. "I felt that French kiss all the way down to my toenails!"

Dooley rubbed his penis harder against her cunt-mound. "Is that all you felt, cupcake?"

Elke's hand dropped between them and touched his cockshaft. She squeezed his turgid flesh and said, "You mean this long and plump rascal I'm holding in my hand? I feel it, Joseph. I'd like to feel it even more. I'd like to feel this beautiful muscle of yours all the way inside of me. I love it, you know that. And the nut at the other end of it… I love him, too. You're a lot of man, darling. My man. You always were, you always will be."

Dooley fondled her breasts, and grinned. "You're just saying that because it's true."

Elke laughed and tightened her fingers around his cock. His flesh felt alive to her touch. She placed a finger on the underside of his knob and found him moist. She pursed her lips and said, "Your whang is crying, Joseph. Better hurry and turn me on before the lonely rascal cries his eye out all over the damn floor." She nodded toward the wall bunk. "There?"

"No. On the floor. There's more room."

"All right, Joseph. Peel me."

Dooley went to work. Elke held his throbbing prick while he unfastened her half-bra with slightly quaking fingers and tumbled her breasts into nakedness. Air rushed against her jutting nipples and made her shudder with delight. Dooley caught one of them between his lips and sucked on it while he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and pushed them down past her already grinding hips. A clock tick later her nipple slipped from between his lips as he followed the panties down to her trim ankles. She lifted one foot, then the other, and momentarily she was naked.

"Now," Elke panted through slightly parted lips. "Ram that wonderful cock of yours deep in my cunt and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

They sank to the floor as one body.

Dooley asked, "Wouldn't you rather get fucked in the ass?"

"No. Fuck me in my cunt first. Cool my pussy with your jizm and then you can take your second hard-on and jam it up my rear."

Without another word, Elke clutched his enormous root and touched it against the wet lips of her pussy. Sweat trickled down into Dooley's eyes as he eased his cock into her vagina, all the way up to the balls, until their bellies met and kissed. Elke moaned with delight, and her hips began a slow grind that nearly drove Dooley out of his mind. She pushed her naked breasts against his chest and coiled her legs around his buttocks. She knew how to put a whore to shame. She wriggled her hips and matched him thrust for thrust, taking the length of his shaft deep within her with all the expertise of a hundred-dollar hooker. His stomach muscles quivered. Breath jumped out of his throat in ragged blasts as her body lifted him to strange new heights, until the pain in his balls turned into the spurting pleasure of a delicious orgasm that filled her quivering vagina to the point of overflowing.

Dooley finished popping and collapsed on top of her.

Elke smiled dreamily and said, "Your juice is running out of me, Joseph. It feels like hot cream."

Dooley's softening flesh backed out of her soggy snatch and dragged on the floor. He made it to his knees, still between Elke's legs, and she reached out and trapped him in her right hand. Her fingers massaged his withering flesh into firmness again. Then she purred, "Straddle me, Joseph. Sit down on my tittie and fuck me in the mouth."

Dooley stared at her. They had indulged in oralism before, but this made the first time Elke had asked him to screw her in the mouth from this position, while she remained on her back to receive his gift of flesh. The suggestion fascinated him, and he moved to obey. He straddled her and lowered his hunkers to her hot breasts. Her nipples stabbed the cheeks of his ass and caused him to shiver with delight. A moment later Elke's mouth yawned to receive his prick.

"Eat away, cupcake," Dooley encouraged. "Suck and gnaw the hell out of my root."

Elke didn't move. She permitted him to do all the work. The only sound she made was when

Dooley overextended himself, but once he discovered how much of his sausage she wanted, the rest was easy. He worked. In and out, in and out, his body thrilling to the pressure of her lips. Her breasts scorched his buttocks, and he shifted position and felt one of her nipples jab against his sphincter. The nipple produced a strange reaction, for a few seconds later he exploded in a second orgasm.

"Damn you," Elke said with a laugh as he withdrew his penis from between her tense lips, "you almost strangled me with that big load of jizm you just splashed inside my mouth!"

Dooley chuckled and stood up. He walked over to the table and poured himself a drink. Elke sat up on the floor and asked, "Are you through with me for the night?"

Dooley cocked an amused eyebrow at her. "Don't rush me, little cupcake. This polecat needs a rest. I'm not anxious to get my name in the obituary column."

Elke laughed and started to say something, but a whisper later the words died unborn as alarm strangled her into silence., Dooley heard it, too. He tensed, then turned toward his windbreaker hanging from a wood wall peg and plucked a.38 Smith and Wesson from one of the pockets.

Elke said, "What?"

Dooley moved toward the door. "I'd better find out. Stay put."

"Like hell I will," Elke whispered as she followed him out into the moonlight.

Dooley stopped and moved his head in a keening gesture. There was a silence. A deep silence. Then the sound came again. Dooley whirled toward the rustling noise coming from the underbrush to their immediate left, and froze. So did Elke. They stood like statues, waiting for whatever was moving through the underbrush to make an appearance. A few more tense seconds passed. Then a beautiful doe eased into view and pranced toward the edge of Axehandle Creek for a drink of water.

Dooley exhaled loudly and growled, "If we weren't so close, to the ranch, I'd shoot that damn deer for scaring the shit out of us."

Elke laughed nervously. "It might have been Gabe Penner."

"I know," Dooley said as he led the way back inside the cabin and started dressing. "I got a bit careless. It won't happen again. Get into your duds, and I'll walk you home."

Elke talked while she located her panties and stepped into them. "Aren't we going to do a bit of hunting for the money tonight?"

"I don't think we'd better." He glanced at his watch. "Gabe sometimes shows to do some prowling of his own by moonlight, especially when he's pissed off about something. Maybe he'll calm down by tomorrow, and then we'll give it a whirl."

Elke snapped her bra into place and loaded the half-cups with her breasts. She looked at him and managed a thin smile. Her voice sagged. "How many times have we been over this area, Joseph?"

"The next time will mark the beginning of our fourth," He picked up her sweater and tossed it at her. He smiled sourly. "Your father must have buried that fucking money a mile deep before he died, and then covered it up like a cat does its shit so we couldn't find it."

Elke pulled the sweater over her head and started struggling into her snug jeans. She said thoughtfully, "The damn thing shouldn't be this hard to dig up, Joseph."

Dooley shrugged. "Maybe we're looking in the wrong place for it. Your father could have lost it on the way down. Tomorrow night we'll start working our way up the face of Burro Mountain."

"Whatever you think best, Joseph."

He nodded. "We'll give it a try. Meanwhile, let's get your pretty tail back to the ranch."

Elke waited until he blew out the candle and plunged the cabin into darkness. Then she led the way out into the moonlight. She paused for a moment to look up toward the snow-capped peak of Burro Mountain. Then she locked glances with Dooley and asked, "Do you think we'll ever find it, Joseph?"

"The missing money?" He grinned at her. "With Trish Asher and Gabe Penner helping us, how can we miss?"