Up. Down. Slap-slap-slap. Tits bouncing wild. Hair sticking to her sweaty face. She ground her clit on me like she was trying to start a fire. Nails raked my chest bloody.
“Harder, boy. Your daddy never fucked me like I needed. You gonna leave your mama aching?”
“No ma’am,” I said, and flipped her over.
Slammed in from behind. Grabbed two fistfuls of that big ass and pounded. Balls smacking her clit loud enough to wake the dead. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed into it. Kept pushing back, greedy for more.
I reached around, rubbed her button slick and fast. She went stiff, pussy clamped down like a bear trap, and came so hard the bed shook. Juices ran down my nuts. I kept going, deeper, meaner, chasing my own.
Second time she came she bit the pillow clean in half. Feathers everywhere.
I pulled out, flipped her again, threw her legs over my shoulders and drilled straight down. Her eyes rolled white. Mouth open. Drooling.
“Give it to me, Travis. Fill your mama up.”
Couldn’t hold it. Shot so hard my balls hurt. Rope after rope, pumping her full till it leaked out around my dick and soaked Pa’s sheets.
She milked me dry, thighs shaking, then pulled me down on top of her. Both of us panting like we ran from Comanches.
Outside, Old Yeller started barking at nothing.
Ma laughed, low and filthy. Stroked my hair sticky with sweat.
“Dog’s jealous,” she said. “Reckon he wants seconds on whatever you just fed me.”
I looked down at the mess we made. Cum and pussy juice and blood from where her nails tore me open.
“Tomorrow,” I said, “I’m shooting that dog.”
Ma kissed my forehead, tasted the salt.
“Do it after breakfast,” she said. “Ain’t polite to kill on an empty stomach.”
But the sun wasn’t even full down yet, and that yellow fucker wasn’t done ruining the day. I rolled off Ma, dick still twitching, and heard screaming from the yard. Braying like a mule getting skinned alive.
Jumper. Our little brown mule. I yanked my britches up halfway and stumbled to the window.
Old Yeller had her pinned against the corral fence. Back legs kicking dust, tail clamped tight, but that yellow bastard mounted high and humping like a sewing machine gone berserk. His red dick stabbing blind, finally found the spot, and he slammed home. Jumper screamed again. Blood already running down her hind legs from where his claws raked her.
“That yeller mutt has the worst case of the mule rapes I ever saw, Ma,” I said, grabbing Pa’s Henry rifle off the peg. “That shit ain’t gonna fly on the Coates farm.”
Ma sat up in bed, sheets tangled around her legs, cum still dripping out her pussy. “Travis, you put that gun down!”
I levered a round. Safety off. Finger white on the trigger.
Old Yeller never slowed. Just kept pile-driving that poor mule, tongue hanging sideways, slobber flying. Balls slapping her like wet laundry. Jumper’s eyes rolled white with terror.
Arliss come tearing out the cabin butt-naked, chicken feather stuck to his ass from whatever the hell he’d been doing.
“Go Yeller!” the little shit yelled, chucking a rock at Jumper’s head. “Fuck her good, boy! Give her a baby mule-dog!”
I swung the rifle toward him. “One more word and I swear to Christ I’ll shoot you first.”
Ma burst off the bed, apron flapping over her half-naked tits, and grabbed the barrel. Yanked it outta my hands. Then grabbed me by the ear like I was six years old and dragged me back inside.
“Sit your ass down,” she snapped, shoving me into Pa’s rocking chair.
My cock was still hard from rage. Couldn’t help it. Whole damn world gone sideways.
Ma saw the bulge. Eyes narrowed.
“Only one way to cool hot blood on this place.”
She dropped to her knees, yanked my britches open again, and swallowed my dick to the root in one gulp. Hot. Wet. Throat working me like a milk cow’s teat.
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I groaned, grabbed fistfuls of her hair, tried to lose myself in it.
Then the door banged open.
Old Yeller trotted in proud as a peacock, Jumper stumbling behind him on the end of the rope he’d somehow dragged in. Mule still leaking, eyes wild. Dog hopped right back up, mounted her ass this time, and started round two right there on Ma’s rag rug.
Slap-slap-slap. Bray. Yip. Squirt.
Ma popped off my dick with a wet gasp. “You gotta be shitting me.”
Dog was grinning ear to ear, humping away, knot swelling again.
My cock shriveled like a salted slug.
Ma stood up, face redder than a branding iron. “Ain’t no damn dog ever stopped me from making my boy cum and he ain’t starting today.”
She ripped her dress off over her head, naked as Eve, and shoved me flat on the table. Plates crashed to the floor. Climbed on top, grabbed my half-dead dick, and stuffed it back in her pussy like she was loading a shotgun.
“Get hard, Travis. Get hard right fucking now.”
She slammed down. Once. Twice. Pussy so wet it sounded like boot in mud. I felt blood rush back south.
Old Yeller barked like he was cheering her on. Jumper farted in terror.
Ma rode me like the end of the world. Tits slapping my face. Ass bouncing so hard the table legs screeched across the planks. She reached back, shoved two fingers up her own asshole, and growled.
“Cum in your mama, boy. Do it before that dog finishes in that mule again.”
Couldn’t fight it. Shot so hard my vision went black at the edges. Filled her till it bubbled out and ran down my balls onto Ma’s best tablecloth.
She kept grinding, milking every drop, then collapsed on my chest, both of us soaked in sweat and sin.
Old Yeller finally popped loose with a wet slurp, turned around, and licked Jumper’s bloody cunt clean like it was ice cream.
Ma lifted her head, hair stuck to her face, and looked dead at the dog.
“Next time you feel frisky,” she told him, “you come knock on my door. Least I’ll say thank you when you’re done.”
Old Yeller wagged his tail, trotted over, and licked a streak of my cum off the floorboards.
Reckon that’s why we never did get around to shooting him.
Mule still walks a little bow-legged, but she don’t kick him no more when he climbs aboard.
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Chapter Two: Red Rocket West
Hotter than two rats fuckin’ in a wool sock that afternoon. I was out back swingin’ the axe like I was tryin’ to kill the whole damn planet. Sweat pourin’, muscles burnin’, chickens cluckin’ nervous like they already knew shit was comin’.
Then the coyotes showed up.
Three of ‘em, struttin’ in like they owned every inch of dirt from here to hell. Scar-eye up front, gray fur matted with old blood, one eye already milky from some past ass-whuppin’. Snowflake the white bitch beside him, tail high, pink slit flashin’ every time she stepped. And Deuce, big black bastard bringin’ up the rear, starin’ at the cabin with his tongue hangin’ out like he could smell Ma’s pussy from the fence line.
Scar-eye walks straight to the coop, locks eyes with me, and rips a hen’s head clean off. Blood paints my boots red.
“What you gonna do about it, you little bitch?” he growls.
I grin, axe heavy in my hand. “Gonna feed your balls to the hogs, you talkin’ freak.”
He laughs, drops the twitchin’ body. “Your pa killed our mama last winter. Today we burn your shitpile homestead, kill you slow, and breed that fat-titted woman of yours till she’s leakin’ coyote pups out every hole.”
Ma’s at the window, hand already down her dress, bitin’ her lip.
Scar-eye nods at Deuce. “Go fetch the bitch.”
Deuce grins and starts trottin’ toward the cabin.
That’s when Old Yeller comes strollin’ up from the water hole with Arliss ridin’ his back like a naked, filthy jockey.
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Yeller hits the yard and every hair on his back stands straight up. Lips peel off them big teeth. Low growl rolls out his throat like thunder in a barrel. Them coyotes freeze. Scar-eye’s ears flatten. Snowflake takes one step back. Even Deuce stops mid-stride, tail droppin’ a little.
I damn near laugh. That’s it boy. Sic ‘em. Tear these motherfuckers into lunch meat.
Yeller circles ‘em slow. Once. Twice. Sniffin’ heavy. Coyotes bunch together whinin’ low eyes dartin’. They know the stories. They know what that big yeller sonofabitch does to trespassers. Scar-eye tries to square up but his legs shake. Deuce’s balls damn near crawl back inside him.
Arliss slides off Yeller’s back grinnin’ ear to ear. “New doggies come to play!”
I’m waitin’ for the kill. Waitin’ for blood and screamin’ and coyote guts on the grass.
Yeller stops right behind Snowflake.
Sniffs her ass once.
Then hops up and slams that big red rocket home in one brutal thrust.
Snowflake yelps tries to bolt but he’s already knotted humpin’ like the world’s endin’. Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap.
Scar-eye’s jaw drops. “What the fuck—”
Deuce stares like he had never seen his own sister get violently dog raped before.
Yeller don’t give a shit. He’s jackhammerin’ Snowflake so hard her front paws leave the dirt. She goes from snarlin’ to moanin’ in three seconds flat.
“Get off me you— oh sweet fuck yes right there!”
I stand there axe hangin’ loose starin’ at my big tough dog turnin’ the enemy into a bitch in heat. All that intimidation gone in one horny lunge.
Arliss starts jumpin’ up and down clapin’. “Go Yeller! Give her the special hug!”
Scar-eye finally snaps out of it. “Get that mutt off my sister!”
He lunges at me instead teeth flashin’. We crash together—fangs axe blood. I bury the blade in his shoulder he rips my ear clean off. Hot blood pours down my neck. I shove the handle up his ass and twist. He howls claws open my belly guts peekin’ out like pink rope.
Deuce sees his chance while I’m busy. Bolts for the cabin again.
Ma’s still at the window eyes glazed fingers workin’ furious between her legs. Deuce crashes through the door drags her out screamin’—only it ain’t fear screamin’. Dress rips clean off. Them big tits bounce free. Deuce flips her over the rain barrel mounts her fast and nasty. One thrust and he’s buried to the knot in her drippin’ pussy.
Ma moans like a dying whore. “Goddamn that’s thick—fill me up you black bastard!”
Deuce snarls hammerin’ away slobber flyin’. “Knew human pussy would be worth the walk.”
Yeller’s still fuckin’ Snowflake senseless knot swellin’ bigger her eyes rolled white tongue hangin’ out droolin’.
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Arliss runs over to me and Scar-eye who’re rollin’ in the dirt bitin’ chunks outta each other. Little bastard starts throwin’ rocks at my head.
“Leave the doggies alone Travis! You’re bein’ mean! They just wanna play!”
One rock cracks my temple. Blood in my eye. I swing wild at Scar-eye take half his face off—eye cheek tongue floppin’ loose. He screams through the gore claws rakin’ my ballsack open.
Arliss cheers for the coyotes. “Get him new doggies! Bite his pecker off!”
Ma’s over the barrel gettin’ the fuckin’ of her life pushin’ back on Deuce like she’s tryin’ to take his soul. “Harder boy! My husband never filled me like this!”
Deuce knots her full pumps cum so hard it squirts out around his dick and splashes the dirt. Ma cums screamin’ legs buckin’ pussy clenchin’ like a fist.
Yeller finally pops loose from Snowflake with a wet slurp. She collapses leakin’ whimperin’ happy.
Scar-eye sees his pack gettin’ bred instead of breedin’ us. Half his face hangin’ off blood pissin’ everywhere he whistles shrill and broken.
“This ain’t over you freaks!”
They limp off—Scar-eye leavin’ a trail of teeth and jizz Deuce swaggerin’ proud Snowflake walkin’ bow-legged and still twitchin’.
I drop to my knees in the blood and shit and feathers missin’ an ear guts hangin’ balls bleedin’.
Ma stands up slow naked coyote cum pourin’ down her thighs in thick ropes. She wipes a streak off her tit licks it clean smiles sweet.
“Arliss quit throwin’ rocks at your brother. Travis stitch yourself up. Supper’s gonna be late… Mama needs another bath.”
Arliss runs to the gate wavin’. “Come back tomorrow doggies! We’ll play some more!”
Old Yeller flops down licks his red rocket clean and belches.
Reckon that’s how you run coyotes off this ranch—scare ‘em half to death then fuck the other half senseless.