Sarah's Playmates by Virginia Wade

better look, Buck,”
said Isabelle. “You’re so far away.”
    His tall, lanky form bounded towards the bed.
“Is this close enough?”
    “I do believe it is.” Her hand closed around
the twitching shaft. “Nine inches, huh? Isn’t that…stretching the
truth a little?”
    “No, ma’am, it isn’t. You’re more than
welcome to keep touching it, Miss Isabelle. That feels really
nice.”
    The door opened, bringing a gust of hot air.
“What in the Dickens is happening here?” Millie’s hands rested on
her hips. “Have you all taken leave of your senses?”
    “What fine looking cocks,” said Isabelle.
“These gentlemen are on the run. They’re going to be hung soon.
What’s the harm in a little…fun?” She glanced at Brack. “Have you
killed anyone?”
    “I haven’t, but Buck has.”
    This seemed to please her. “They’re thieves
and murderers. They’ll be captured soon. They won’t be around for
much longer. It would be the Christian…ah…the charitable thing to
give them something to remember us by.” She gasped, “Oohh…you boys
are getting harder by the second. You could probably hammer a spike
through a trestle with one of these.”
    Jimmy grinned. “Yes, ma’am. I do believe I
could.”
    Millie let out a long sigh. “Isabelle, if I
didn’t know you as a lady of excellent breeding and character, I’d
seriously be questioning things right now.”
    “That’s not fair, Millie,” I said. “I heard
you in the cornfield last night with that Indian. You might’ve been
waiting for the opportunity to hit him in the head, but you enjoyed
yourself while you were waiting.”
    “I think we all enjoyed those Indians last
night,” said Isabelle. “Let’s quit pretending. Whatever is said and
done here will follow these men to the grave. Our reputations are
quite safe.” She squeezed the end of Jimmy’s cock, producing a fat
drop of pre-cum. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m having a taste.”
She wrapped her lips around him, sucking noisily.
    “You’re more than welcome to a helping of
Buck,” offered the outlaw, who spoke to Millie. “I’ve a fondness
for redheads.”
    “Do you now?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “You remind me of my husband.”
    “That’s a mighty kind thing of you to
say.”
    “Not really. He was a cheat and a scoundrel
and a drunkard. The happiest day of my life was when he died.”
    I gasped. I had never heard her speak so ill
of her husband. “Millie!”
    She held up a hand. “Since we’re being honest
and since none of this will ever be spoken of outside this shack,
I’ll say that I prefer to have sex with women. I never did feel
lust for a man. I’ll join you scoundrels and that brazen hussy,”
she pointed at Isabelle, “but don’t think I’ll enjoy it. Not for
one second.”
    “Oh, Millie,” I laughed. “You’re in rare form
this morning.”
    She harrumphed, and sat on the bed, while
Isabelle sucked vigorously on Jimmy’s cock. She spread her legs,
exposing a pink slit, surrounded by dark blonde hair. “Who wants a
taste of Ireland?”
    “Well, Goddamn, but I will,” said Buck. “I
don’t care if you’re a lesbian. I get my pussy any way I can.”
    “That feels so nice,” groaned Jimmy. “I wanna
fuck you, Miss Isabelle. I’d be obliged, if you could bend over the
table.”
    She grinned saucily. “Well, there’s an idea.”
She slid from the bed and leaned over the piece of furniture, her
rounded bottom in the air. “I’m ready, Jimmy.”
    “Hot damn!” He was on her in a flash,
prodding her with a rigid cock. “Oh, thank you…”
    “Jimmy!” she gasped. “You filthy bandit.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    I glanced at Brack. His expression was
wistful, yet slightly sad. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothin’ a kiss won’t fix.”
    I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding
him close. “Like this?” I touched his lips, tasting him.
    “Yes, honey. Just like that.”
    “Oh, Lord, that’s a talented tongue,”
murmured Millie.