Sullen Passion (a working title)

It was one of those days when you got more time to kill than town to do it in. And this town was really the end of the earth dusty. So the open door of a used book store was a welcome pause in an otherwise hot August day in the Southwest.1

Stepping inside, the sweat instantly formed on his brow and he removed his hat, sensing that the act identified him as a real cowboy, despite the fact he wasn't. It would be just another case of misunderstanding he would have to deal with later, he thought. Looking around at the shop, there were the usual stacks and wall shelves of book one would expect. The lone clerk had not looked up when he entered, but did now.2

"There's a pitcher of water, if you want it. Over there," the clerk said pointing to a general direction that showed him there was a depth to the shop. And as he walked to the rear, his eyes still adjusting, he saw the serving tray with glasses and water pitcher setting on a stand. Across from the comfort station was almost a reading nook area in which several overstuffed chairs sat. "This is damn cozy,", he thought pouring himself half a glass of water with one hand and walking the few steps in took to see that one of the comfy chairs was occupied. He picked a remaining empty one and sat down, feeling a relief come over him for the first time since he had arrived in Lorado.3

In this small place, there was a book shelf and from which people could read books. He picked one up and started reading it. Half an hour into the book, he started taking notice in his surroundings, seeing that the clerk was still in the same position as before... and also that someone was sitting across from him, reading a book, as well. 4

The person in the occupied seat stirred about and he could hear the sound of their ruffling clothes pushing up against one another. He didn’t bother to look just yet, because he was busy with a book, but he would surely look up as soon as he could—in making it decent and making sure he wasn’t in danger or something. No one likes to be in danger, and so he didn’t, either. He read another page of the book and then looked up to see that the person in the chair in front of him looked rather beautiful—though he couldn’t tell all that much under all of those clothes. 5

He stared her over—not a very polite thing—and noticed that she was wearing less clothing than he had originally thought. She was dressed in an above the knees black skirt, a blouse that was halfway unbuttoned and showing some cleavage… and her boots were thrown off and sitting beside her chair. He grinned at her—seemingly absentmindedly—and couldn’t help but think of one thing: sex. He didn’t know why he was thinking of it, though… because he was married and still in love with his current wife. But it was what he thought and he couldn’t deny it. 6

He spoke up with, “Hey, darling, how are you?”7

At first, it seemed as if she was taken aback and disturbed by his question—probably the word ‘darling’—but then she smiled at him in return and mumbled, “I’m doing fine, thank you; how about you, hunky?”8

He blushed and couldn’t help but show happiness and embarrassment as the blood ran through his cheeks. He smiled back at her and politely said, “I’m doing alright, too.” He blinked at her and motioned toward her clothes. 9

“Nah. I am not a slut or even someone involved in any sexual activity—as of late, anyway,” she slyly smiled at him and continued reading her book, flicking her long blond hair behind her shoulders swiftly. 10

"Well, what ya reading on such a hot day? Something about the antarctic? Or is it Cool Hand Luke? " he inquired, wanting more than anything to continue the conversation so he could discover the reason he felt blood rushing to his face and his lower half. "You know a place where a feller can cool off?"11

The girl grinned and nodded, slowly. "I know a place, but I'll have to lead you there." She got up from her seat, sipped a glass of water and they both headed in the same direction she was motioning for going. 12

It was one of those adventures that marked his life: a new town, a new woman, and a silent acceptance of the chance for discovery. Lorado's heat after the bookstore cool brought an instant sweat to his face as he followed this young girl, catching up to her, putting his hat on, and asking, "How long you live here?"13

"All my life, cowboy." was her answer, "You in town for the rodeo?"14

"Sort of..." he evaded, "Hoping for a long ride." he smiled. Now thinking about her ass as it swayed down Lorado's street, he smiled knowing he was in the good hands of a willing cowgirl.15

She led him into a shallow and dingy cabin, located pretty much in its own area. As he strode directly behind her, he could tell that her panties weren't as they normally would be--but were kind of riding up out of her pants. He let a slight grin out at this and thought of patting her ass... but decided to take it slow, so as to not start fucking in the middle of the street or something. 16

As she led him into the cabin, he settled himself down on a couch in front of what looked to be a small coffee table--though he couldn't tell, since it was full of magazines of the old type. She sat down in front of the coffee table and seemed to start quizzing him on stuff, such as his love life and what he'd been up to. She asked, "Are you married?" with a very curious tone in her voice of sorts. 17

He laughed. "I used to be married, but haven't been with someone in ten years, officially," he said and sent her a sly smile, kind of devious. 18

She tapped his foot, playfully, and slowly glided her hand up his pants, still playing along. "You feel like a man who needs someone or are you just tired of sex?" she asked and sent him the same sly smile. 19

He shrugged. "I guess it depends on what you're into," he said and all of a sudden, he felt his cock jerk about a centimeter, in pressure and horniness. 20

She slowly moved her hand up to the zipper of his pants and grinned as she did so. "I think you're in the mood, right?" she asked and sent him yet another sly smile. 21

He nodded, enthusiastically. "Oh, yes... what do you have in mind?" 22

She licked her lips and shrugged. "It depends on what you feel like." She stood up from her seat and sat in his lap, still clothed, prepared for whatever he felt was wanted--though she would fight back if she needed to. 23

He circled this lady with his arms feeling her body fit tight to him and her breath on his mouth as he pulled her tight to his chest. He felt his cock growing as he placed his mouth over hers and said, "What does that feel like I want to do, darling?" and then he kissed her driving his tongue inside her mouth. He locked her in this embrace and enjoyed her willingness sink into him. 24

Her lipstick captured his mind and then her smell and then her tongue pushed inside his mouth and his cock grew to it full size. "Baby," he breathed, " need that wonderful mouth of yours down here." And he took her hand and brought it to his hard on. "There...you know what I need ...don't you ...baby?" 25

With one hand he reach underneath them and unzipped himself, saying, "Let's let the bull out of this one, darling. You think you can corral this book worm?" And with more lust than he knew he had, he drove inside her as she rose and impaled herself on his manhood. 26

She grabbed at his sides and pulled him hard toward her own body, needing and wanting the love he was willing to show--and she was, too. She had never done this before as he was doing it... no protection, no nothing. She had just been used to condoms and didn't want to try anything else, but today, she had felt an urge to try it out and see what it felt like. She felt that he was the right person to try it on, for he was extremely experienced and knew what she would want. 27

She forwarded her hands to his large and exposed cock... and held tightly onto it, pushing it forward and backward, rocking it with each thrust she made. Right before she slid onto his giant cock, she breathed hard and sighed, in relaxation. She always needed relaxation before fucking and that was a fact that she and her several ex boyfriends knew. 28

He grabbed her ass and lifting it up and pulled it onto his cock... seriously wanting her and needing her totally impaled on his manhood. He hadn't fucked anyone in the last two years, on count of his marriage's breakup. He had been married to the same person for twenty years--and he had taken the loss of his home and wife badly. A five year drunk, badly.29

But now he was just enjoying this hot stranger riding him. Her pussy was golden as he watched her lips swallowing his cock and inch at a time. 30

He fingered her ass and, moaning in pleasure, drove deep inside her. She screamed and panted, hard, as she forwarded her pussy on top of his cock and bit into his nipples, almost orgasming. They fucked in their rocking embrace for a mind altering eternity, while licking each other and kissing wildly. 31

They shifted and turned and found positions with each other like flying acrobats. Each new configuration firing lusts and moans and groans. Soon he had her on all fours and fucked her from the rear, slamming her as hard as her ever could have. 32

They humped, fucked, and fornicated, sitting inside of one another's asses and sitting on each others' faces. They used all kinds of natural and unnatural positions in their fucking. They tried all each other knew and denied themselves nothing.33


When he ran his tongue deep inside her pussy, she moaned and squealed in extreme pleasure. It was all she could do to hold her cum in right then and there, and not to just start squirting it all over him and his legs and his cock. But he couldn't stop himself. Her voice set him off. So within a few seconds, she felt a steaming hot and sticky cum flowing straight into her burning pussy. 34

She moaned in pleasure, "You fucking continue that, you fucking bastard!" But she couldn't help but release her own cum all over his cock and his body. 35

She screamed at the sensation of cum and cumming so close together. The trembling that shook her body collapsed her pussy around his shafted and she felt herself milk it for more and more seed. All the while, he held her tight and rocked her, licking and suck her flesh....wanting all her youth and lust to wash over him.36

As he continued slamming tightly into her ass and licking and biting all of the bodyparts he could help his mouth find, he grabbed her breasts and sucked on the two red, pulsing nipples that sat in between each of them. She moaned in pleasure as he did all of this, but a new idea occurred to her as they continued fucking. She didn't want this to get out, because this man could be older than her grandfather. Her family always was always against her being with anyone more more five years her senior... and this man was about forty years her senior, or maybe thirty, at least. 37

He continued sucking on her nipples and driving his cock deep inside of her pussy... ramming, slamming, pushing deeper and deeper the longer into the ride. She smiled at him and shook her head, silently, knowing this wasn't going to end well at all--for her or for him. She just couldn't allow him to tell anyone about this wild fucking (whether she enjoyed it or not) and she didn't trust anyone on this kind of thing at all... not her lovers, not her friends, no one. She would much rather either tie him up and never let him out, or maybe just kill him than have this secret get out to her parents. Though she was about twenty, she was still bossed by her parents, even though she was more powerful than they were--in intelligence and strength. 38

He whispered, harshly, into her ears, "I so wish we could do this forever, but I am afraid I must get going soon." 39

She nodded, grimly smiling--though he couldn't see it, on count of his face being buried deep into her ass. She whispered, "The feeling is mutual, baby." 40

Pulling a blade out from underneath the couch, she pushed it deep into his cock, making cum spurt all over the place and a river of blood following it. She laughed and then drove the blade into his neck, ripping it open, blood pouring out afterwards. He couldn't believe this was happening. As she continued stabbing him in different areas, she smiled and whispered to him before he died, "I so wish you were truthful... but even if you were, I would kill you, because I don't trust anyone." 41

He choked out before dying on the floor, "Why,......?" 42

She cackled as she sliced his balls off... "Well, my parents are such stubborn jerks." she explained to the spasms that were her lover.43

He asked, "How....ol..d ...are... you?" 44

She put the tip of the blade to his forehead and kissed him on the lips one final time. "Well, I'm twenty... but I'm pretty much a prisoner at home." 45

She pushed the blade into his forehead and felt it go through his brain, to the back of his skull, and out his head... before she dropped it, knowing she had done what was right by her. 46

She whispered, sullenly, "Sorry, ...so sorry... so very sorry." 47

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