Slocum's Breakout by Jake Logan Page A

blouse was the first to land on the ground. She stumbled and spun and got off one shoe and then the other before she reached the shed. For a moment, she fumbled with the latch. Then she had the door open and stood outlined by the doorframe.
    Conchita dropped her shoes inside and began moving her shoulder sinuously to work out of her undergarment. Slocum had picked up her blouse but now slowed to watch the show she put on for him. A final shimmy brought the camisole down around her waist. She stood gloriously bare to the waist. Slocum caught his breath at the sight of those apple-sized breasts, each capped with a brown circle. In the middle of those targets grew hard little nubs betraying her arousal.
    â€œYou like what you see, my hero?” Conchita spun about, then bent over and hiked her skirt. She wasn’t wearing anything under it.
    Slocum had gotten so hard watching her that he felt pain in his crotch. He began unbuttoning his fly as he went to the doorway, where she waggled her bare butt in his direction. He sighed as the final button popped open, and he snapped out, fully erect. Two quick steps took him to the curvy ass presented to him. He put his hand on the sleek, warm flesh and felt the woman quivering.
    â€œYes, John, yes,” she whispered. Conchita reached out and grabbed the top of a crate stored in the shed. Her stance widened, inviting him to do more from behind.
    Slocum stepped up to do his duty. He felt the warm half-moons on either side of him, and then he moved lower. The plum tip of his manhood touched her nether lips. He felt the moisture leaking from her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had gone through hell for her, and this was his reward. Part of it.
    His hips levered forwarded, and he sank an inch into her heated core. He paused, relishing the feel roiling up into his groin. He was becoming fully alive now. His hardness turned to steel and began to ache with real need.
    He lightly spanked her mahogany-hued butt and heard her delighted yelp. He reached around her waist and pulled her back powerfully. For a moment he thought he would pass out. The tightness around him, the heat, the slickness, all worked on his senses. His loins blazed hotter than any prairie fire. When she began rotating her hips and stirred him about deep within her, he knew he couldn’t simply stand still to fully enjoy this delight.
    He began stroking with sharp, quick strokes. Friction mounted between her inner walls and his fleshy stalk. He gripped her hips even more firmly, and they fell into a rhythm, crushing together, stimulating one another, getting the most out of this carnal coupling as they could. When it felt as if he would explode within her like a stick of dynamite, Slocum slowed the frantic pace and caught his breath.
    â€œNo, no, don’t stop. Oh!”
    He reached up and caught at her dangling breasts. Firm in his hands, they barely overflowed each of his palms. He had big hands, but Conchita was ample enough to give him something to work with. He squeezed and stroked and finally caught the brown nubbins between thumbs and forefingers. Rolling the nips around brought cries of even more intense joy to her lips.
    And then he started driving his fleshy spike back into her. Caught between the two regions of stimulation, Conchita went wild with need. This spurred Slocum on until there was no holding back. The fierce tide rose within him and edged upward, burning and giving intense pleasure until he erupted within the tightness she so avidly offered him.
    He heard her cry out as she shoved her rump back into the circle of his body. She shivered and shook and cried out again, then sagged forward, catching herself on the edge of the crate until he slid limply from her heated interior.
    â€œYou are so good, John, so very good.” Conchita turned and flaunted her breasts, cupping them and offering them up to him. He couldn’t resist such a treat. He bent, suckled first on one and then