Page 19 of More Than Anything

Great. Arlene put her up to this.That’s what he’d forgotten to do?go and talk to ReverendPotter. And now this. Fantastic. Somehow, some way, he had to put a stop to it. He wasn’t interested in Danette, and that wasn’t going to change. Then he remembered something. “I’m surprised the signs didn’t scare you off,” he threw out, wondering what she’d say.

“Oh, I knew they weren’t meant for me,” she smiled back.

Oh, yeah? They were meant EXACTLY for you and anybody else I really don’t want to see, Avery wanted to say, but instead he said, “I didn’t mean for them to scare away my friends.” Her eyes lit up and Avery thought,Oh, shit! Now she thinks we’re friends! Damn, damn, damn! What’s wrong with me? I can’t say anything right!

She batted her eyelashes. “I know. So come on! Got somewhere around here where we can sit down and eat without all the racket around us?”

Avery tried to think. There was an old picnic table in the barn. That could be a good place. “I guess we can go out to the barn.”

“Ooooo, the barn! I like the sound of that!” Danette skipped down off the porch. “Let’s go!” She took off across the lawn, Avery trailing behind her. And that’s when he noticed … She was wearing skin-tight short-shorts and a top that tied up right under those great big breasts of hers. As she walked along, her ass swayed back and forth seductively and Avery started having more of those thoughts, the ones he didn’t want to have, especially thoughts for Danette. God, no. He couldn’t do that. They reached the barn and she turned and beamed at him. “Oh, this is perfect.”

“Um, good,” he mumbled as she spread a tablecloth out on the table and started setting food out. And there was plenty of food. She even had cups and flatware in the thing, everything they needed, and he was astonished to see her pull salt and pepper shakers out. The girl had brought everything except the kitchen sink.

“Oh, and here’s a jug of water I brought so we can wash our hands before we start and after we’re finished,” she added.

Nope. She brought the kitchen sink too, Avery thought. She’d even set out a small bowl of mints. “That’s, um, very handy, Danette,” he managed to choke out.

Her smile was more than unsettling. “I try to think of everything,” she explained. That idea scared him a little.

They sat and started to eat, and Avery found himself surprised. Danette was a great conversationalist. She had him talking about his family and hometown in no time flat, and it was an even greater surprise to hear more about her. Seemed she’d gone to college at TexasTech and had a degree in chemical engineering. Even more shocking, she owned a chemical lab there in town where they formulated new chemical compounds for fertilizers and pesticides. She’d sold a couple of their formulas to large chemical manufacturers and had a comfortable nest egg and a nice home on the other side of town. “So I’m pretty self-sufficient,” she stated, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

“I can see that. It’s a wonder nobody’s snapped you up,” Avery told her, then immediately regretted saying it.

“Nah. I’m really not interested. I’ve got a couple of fuck buddies here in town that get the job done. Past that, I don’t have to have a man. I’m looking for somebody really interesting and not from here.”

Whaaaa?Avery was sure he’d heard her wrong. “Wha, um, fuck bu…”

“Oh, hell, don’t look so surprised! I wear those frumpy little dresses to church and all those little old ladies think I’m an angel. But there’s a hellcat underneath all that rayon, buster. You know Joey in there, tearing out your kitchen?” Avery nodded, unable to even speak. “Let me tell you, he doesn’t look like much, but that guy fucks like a Brahma bull and he could put out a barn fire with that hose,” she laughed.

OH HOLY HELL!Avery didn’t quite know what to say. How did one respond to something like that? “Um, that’s good to know, I guess?” he tried, knowing he probably sounded pretty lame.

“Don’t worry,” she grinned. “I’m betting you could give him a run for his money. Whaddya say we find out?”

SHIT! Oh, god, what do I do now?Avery’s brain shrieked. “Um, Danette, I, uh…”

“Whatsa matter? Need a little blue pill or something?” she chided.

“No! I do not! It’s just that, um, I really don’t think we should, I mean, I don’t want to, uh,” he tried, fumbling for words. At that point, the nightmare unfolding before his eyes seemed unavoidable.

Danette angled herself away from the house as she sat on the picnic table bench and untied her top, then reached for the clasp on her front-closure bra and undid it. “Tell me you don’t want these,” she whispered as both of her large breasts sprung free.

God, they were huge, with big, rosy, hard nipples the size of his index finger, first joint to tip, and he couldn’t think. His eyes were glued on them, almost as though they were looking back at him. “That’s what I thought,” she said with a giggle, then reclasped her bra and tied the top.

Avery shook his head to clear the fog. “Danette, you shouldn’t have done?—”

“Shouldn’t have done what? I’m a grown-ass woman. I can do whatever, or whoever, I want. And I wanna do you, AveryHolcomb. Today. Right now. Come on.” With practiced precision, she snatched the tablecloth right out from under everything on the table and almost sprinted across the barn floor to the hayloft ladder. “Well, come on! Let’s go!”

The only thing that flew through Avery’s mind was how many months it had been since he’d had any, and he couldn’t scramble up that ladder fast enough. By the time he made it up, Danette had spread the tablecloth out on some hay bales and was down to nothing but her lacy thong. The body that greeted him was twice as delicious as any he’d seen in a while, and she licked her lips and set his cock on fire. It took him two seconds to shed everything and stand there in front of her, his shaft twitching with need. He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away. “No.” Kneeling on the tablecloth-adorned hay, she grinned. “You’re going to watch me play with myself and you’re going to stroke yourself for me.”

“O-o-o-okay,” Avery heard himself sputter. He watched the fingers of one of her hands tweak and pull a nipple while the other hand wandered down to her slit. After she moved her thong to the side, she spread herself open with thumb and middle finger, and retracted the hood of her clit with her index finger.

It was huge and hard, and the piercing there glittered in the shafts of light filtering through the boards on the barn walls. Avery almost lost it. She stroked and moaned, and he did the same, wondering if the head of a cock could actually blow off, because his sure felt like it would. As he watched, her finger worked its magic and her hips churned as she moaned and gasped. After what seemed like forever, he heard her whisper, “Oh, yeah,” and watched as her hips thrust in time with the stroking of her finger. Quicker than he could process, she spun on all fours, her ass to him, and ordered, “Fuck me, stud.”

That was all the invitation Avery needed. She’d dropped a strip of condoms on the hay bales, and he grabbed it, tore one off, tore it open, and rolled it down over his hardness. In less than a minute, he was balls deep in her warmth and pounding away. Then he stopped and ground down into her, hard and deep, and she purred, “Oh, god, that’s so good. You’re an awesome fuck, Avery, but I knew you would be.”

“Um, thanks,” he gasped out. “You’re nice and tight.”

“Yeah, tight. Um-hmmmm. And you’re big and hard. Pound me some more, big boy. Come on. I can take it.”

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