A Prairie Ho Companion
I’ve never considered myself a slut. I mean, sure, I like sex, but it’s not like I’ll fuck just anyone, or at least, that’s what I thought.
But things were different when Molly and me came back from the lake. That had been a weird time. Even now, I still can’t completely reconcile what happened there. All I know, is Molly’s newest beau had taken us there and that one night by the lake, both Molly and me had fucked him silly ... or maybe it was the other way around.
I know I should have felt bad when we came back. I mean, Carl was Molly’s boyfriend, but Carl had this most amazing cock and even now, even after we’d been back, I couldn’t help thinking about it and thinking about how Carl’s cock made me feel.
I soon found out though that it wasn’t just Carl’s cock. It was pretty much all cocks.
We hadn’t been back from the lake for even a week when Jeff called. Not surprising. Jeff and me had been dating kind of off and on for the past few months. This was one of our off periods, but still, it wasn’t surprising that he’d call.
So we’re there, talking on the phone, and I told him about the trip to the lake. Well, not all of it, of course, but the parts that were boyfriend-friendly, but I’m thinking about those other parts and suddenly, I’m thinking to myself, I wonder what Jeff’s cock is like.
Like I said, I’m not a slut. I won’t fuck just anyone, and just because Jeff and me had been dating didn’t mean I was going to fuck him, but that was then and now here I was, thinking about Jeff’s cock and I found myself thinking maybe Jeff and me should take it to the next level.
Only thing was, I knew that wasn’t really what I wanted. I didn’t want to get more intimate with him. I just wanted to see his cock. I just wanted to feel his cock between my legs. I just wanted to let him fuck me silly.
But like I said, I’m not a slut.
When we hung up the phone that night, we’d agreed to get together for lunch but we hadn’t decided to do anything else.
And there was something else. When we hung up the phone, I was horny as all hell. I spent the next hour after I hung up the phone getting myself off and it was only then, it was only after I’d done that that I felt able to function again.
But like I said, I’m not a slut.
I found Jeff wasn’t the only one I was having these thoughts about. There were the guys at work, and there was this guy at the health club, and there was the guy who delivered my pizza, well, at least with him, I didn’t have to wonder.
He was only a kid trying to earn a little money for college and his name was James and I knew right then when I opened the door that I wanted to know what his cock looked like.
I told him to come inside because I had to get him his money. I never do that. Usually, I make the pizza guy wait on the doorstep while I get the cash, but that night, well, let’s just say that the thought of some guy coming up behind me, of having him stand behind me while I bent over my purse, that thought was making me incredibly wet.
But like I said, I’m not a slut.
“What’s your name,” I asked as I invited him inside.
“James,” the boy said.
“Well, James, I got a question to ask you?”
“Sure. What is it?”
“I was just wondering, James. I was wondering. How big is your cock?”
“W-w-what?”
“I think you heard me, James. I was wondering how big your cock is.”
“I ... I ... I—”
“Don’t play coy with me, James. I’ll bet you get asked that all the time.”
“I, um, I ... no.”
“Do you mind if I find out, James?”
“You’re not trying to get out of paying for the pizza,” James said.
“Does it look like I’m trying to get out of paying for the pizza,” I asked.
“No, but—”
James was standing right there in front of me. I let my hand stroke the front of his jeans. “I’m not trying to get out of paying for the pizza,” I said. “I just want to see your cock first.”
“But I could lose my job.”
Maybe, I thought, but I could feel his cock just there beneath his jeans and I knew the thought of what I was doing excited him. I let my hand push against his cock a little harder. “Please,” I said. “Just a little peek.”
“I don’t know.”
I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“Oh my God,” the boy moaned as he felt what my hand pulling down his zipper. “Oh my God.”
I loved the feel of his cock in my hand. “I think you want me to,” I said.
“I ... I can’t.”
My hand squeezed his cock and I just couldn’t help but stroke myself up and down his shaft. I really wanted to feel his cock inside me. “Are you sure,” I said. “I mean, I really, really want you to.”
“I shouldn’t,” the boy groaned.
“Shouldn’t’s not the same thing as can’t.”
“I ... I—”
“Come on,” I pleaded. “Come on. Just a quick fuck. Who’ll know?”
“I don’t know.”
I could tell he was wavering and I wasn’t about to let up. I pulled up my skirt and I let him see my panties and then I pulled down my panties and I let him see my pussy. “Look at this,” I told him. “Look at it. My pussy’s so wet for you.”
James was definitely looking.
I turned around and I pulled my panties down off my ass. “Look at that,” I told him. “Look at my ass.”
James was definitely looking at my ass.
I bent over a table and I wriggled my butt at him. “Now look at my ass,” I told him. “Look at my ass and look at my pussy, baby. You can’t tell me that you’re really going to pass this up are you? I mean, I know you want to do me, and I know I want you to, so come on. Why not do it? Why not fuck me?”
For a moment, I thought the kid wasn’t going to do it but then I heard him taking a step forward and then I felt his hand on your butt. “Are you sure,” he asked.
If I wasn’t so horny, I might have thrown him out right then and there. Was I sure? The kid wasn’t that great looking. Did he think pussies were just going to offer themselves up to him whenever he wanted them? But the truth was I was that horny. “Yes,” I said. I knew I sounded a little bit needy but I just couldn’t help it. “Yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me. I want it bad.”
I suppose that was all it took. Maybe he just needed to hear me say that. I don’t know and I don’t care. All I know is that in the next moment, James was sticking his cock between my legs and I knew it felt so good to finally have him inside me.
“Oh fuck,” the pizza boy groaned. “Oh fuck, you’re tight.”
“Am I,” I asked with as much innocence as I could muster.
“Hell yeah,” the boy groaned.
“Do you like it,” I moaned. “Do you like how tight I am?”
“Hell yeah,” the boy groaned again.
“Then you got to show me,” I moaned. “Show me how much you like it.”
“How do I do that,” the boy asked.
“Fuck me,” I told him. “Fuck me harder.”
The pizza boy didn’t say anything but then really, he didn’t have to. After all, what he was doing with his cock said it all and every time he shoved it inside my tight, little hole, every time, he made me moan.
He was groaning now and I knew what that meant. “Are you going to cum,” I asked him.
“Yeah,” the boy groaned.
Maybe it wasn’t the swiftest decision I could have made but I knew what I needed. “I want you to do it,” I told him. “I want to feel it. I want you to cum in my pussy.”
The boy groaned and that’s when I felt it. The boy was cumming inside me and that was all it took. I was cumming just as hard as he was.
The cool thing was when all was said and done, I got my pizza for free.
Okay, I’ll admit it. That was kind of weird. I mean, I’d never done the pizza boy before, but at the time, it seemed like the right thing to do, and besides ...
Like I said, I’m not a slut.
Okay, I know maybe that doesn’t sound right. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d ever done the pizza boy before, so maybe something was wrong, and the more I thought about it, the more I thought I needed to talk it over with someone and the one person I wanted to talk it over with was my sister, Molly.
I could have picked up the phone. I know that, and if I had, maybe I would saved myself some time, but I’m not up for saying what I should have done. The truth was that I hadn’t seen Molly since we went up to the lake and the truth was this wasn’t something I wanted to do over the phone.
And the truth also was that when I got there, she wasn’t there. Molly was gone.
Not gone forever gone. Just gone for the week-end gone, but it kind of pissed me off because I’d driven all the way out to the family farm and she wasn’t there. My mom even said I could talk to her if I wanted, and I was like, yeah right. Hey, mom, I want to talk with you. You know what? I just wanted to tell you that I can’t seem to stop fucking guys. Any guys. I seem to have to fuck them all.
Yeah right. Like I was ever going to tell my mom that.
But still, I didn’t want to go back empty-handed either so I was kind of stuck.
Like I said, sis lived back on the farm, the same place where I grew up. When I turned eighteen, I was done and gone, but now that I was here where I’d grown up, I was thinking that there was someone else I could talk to.
I’d known Amy for as long as I’d known anyone. We’d grown up together. We’d gone to school together. When Bobby Rourke had been telling everyone at school that Amy was cheating in class, it was me that went out and flattened his bike tires, and when Cindy Breslin called me a slut, it was Amy that went and punched her out. If I couldn’t talk to Molly, then Amy Adams was the next best thing.
“Geri Winters,” Amy said when I finally knocked on her door. “What are you doing here?”
“Well you know, I was just in the neighborhood, and I thought I’d drop by.”
Amy looked at me and then she just started to laugh. “Just in the neighborhood? Yeah, right.”
I couldn’t help but laugh back. “Okay, you got me, sort of. It took me six hours of driving to get here, but I’m in the neighborhood now.”
“So whachya been up to?”
We spent the next hour catching up with what we’ve been doing and I won’t bore you with the details because I know that’s not what you want to hear, but after a while, Amy was looking at me and finally, she couldn’t hold back anymore. “All right,” she said, “you got to tell me. Why are you here?”
“I told you. I was in the neighborhood.”
“Yeah right.”
“I was,” I protested.
“I thought we were friends.”
Okay, she had me there, and besides, that was why I was there. I knew it, and so did she. “I, um, I got a problem.”
“Yeah? What kind of problem?”
I couldn’t say it.
“Come on,” she said. “Tell me. What kind of problem?”
“I, um, I—”
“Come on. Tell me.”
“I can’t stop fucking people,” I blurted out.
Amy looked at me in surprise and then she started to laugh. “I didn’t know you were in the biz,” she said.
I shook my head. “Biz,” I asked.
“Yeah, the biz. You know. You’re a whore, just like me.”
There was an awkward silence between us and I stared at Amy. “What do you mean you’re a whore,” I finally asked.
Amy looked back at me. “Oh geez,” she said finally. “I thought you knew. Everyone around here does.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t know. No one ever told me.”
“Well, this is embarrassing,” she said.
“You can say that again.”
“So, um, so how long have you been ... you know doing that?”
“Me? Crap, I’ve been doing it ever since I got out of high school. Heck, I even did a little bit while I was still in high school.”
“But how?”
Amy just laughed. “You know how it is. A bunch of cowboys come in off the range and their looking for a good time. It’s not that hard to find if you know where to look. At least, it’s not that hard to find if you’re looking for me.”
I was stunned. “I never knew,” I said finally.
“Well now you do, and now that I think about it, I think you can help me out with a little problem I have.”
“Me,” I asked. “What can I do?”
“Well, you said it yourself. Ever since you’ve come back from the lake, you can’t seem to stop fucking.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So this ain’t exactly a one-ho town, but it ain’t that far away from it either and I always got to watch out for some of the younger girls coming along behind me and trying to steal business away from me.”
I had no idea where Amy was going with this.
“So I was thinking what with your inability to control yourself, maybe you could help me out.”
“Help you out?”
“Yeah. I haven’t gone on vacation like in ages, and I was thinking you could help me out with that.”
I still didn’t get it.
“I was thinking that if I went on vacation, you could come down here and take my place while I’m gone.”
Now, I got it. She wanted me to just like her. She wanted me to be a whore.
“So what about it? You want to help me out?”
I should have told her no. Hell, there were so many reasons to tell her no, not the least of which was I already had a job. I’d have to take time off just to come down here and help her out, but there was more to it than that. This was where I’d grown up. People knew me here and my family was still here. What would they say?
But that wasn’t even the worst of it. She wanted me to be a whore. That was just so wrong.
“What about it,” Amy asked again. “You up for giving me some help.”
There were so many reasons to say no and there was only one reason to say yes. Saying yes meant I was going to get fucked. Saying yes meant I was going to get fucked a lot and just thinking about it that way had my pussy all aquiver.
“So what about it,” Amy asked yet again. “You going to help me out?”
I couldn’t believe I was going to do what I was about to do. It was so wrong, and yet my pussy wanted it so much. “Yeah,” I told her. “Yeah. I’ll help you out.”
I think even then, even after everything I’d told her, I think even then, Amy hadn’t really expected me to say yes. Her eyebrows raised just a little as she looked at me. “Really,” she asked. “You really mean it?”
I nodded.
“It means getting fucked a lot, you know. It means getting fucked by guys you know, guys you went to high school with, and it means getting fucked by guys you don’t even know.”
“You don’t have to convince me,” I told her. “I already said I’d do it. It sounds hot.”
God, I couldn’t believe I’d just said that!
I’m not sure if Amy believed it either but she started to smile. “I got an idea. Let’s have ourselves a little test run.”
“Test run?”
“I got a guy and he’s been bugging me for a three-way. Like I said, it’s a small town, and I’m not about to let any of the other girls in on my action, but if you wanted to help me out?”
“What? You mean now?”
“Yeah, I mean now. You gotta be ready to go whenever you know, and besides, you’re here now. What do you say?”
I wasn’t sure how my pussy was going to like that? I had the feeling my pussy could be rather greedy when it wanted to be and I wasn’t sure if I might just push Amy out of the way and take the cock all for myself, but now that I was thinking about it, I was definitely up for it. “Sure,” I told her. “You can count me in.”
“There’s something you should know before we go on,” Amy told me. “You know the guy.”
“I do?”
“I told you. It’s a small town. It’s Kyle Webster.”
“Kyle Webster? The geek from the math club?”
Amy laughed. “That’s the one, but he’s not a geek anymore. So what do you say now?”
“I said I’d do it,” I said hesitantly.
“But you’re not sure if you want to now?”
“Yeah.”
“But it’s making you hot,” she said. “You told me so yourself.”
She was right about that.
“How about we call Kyle up? How about we have him come on over? How about we let him fuck the both of us? What do you say to that?”
What was I doing? Kyle Webster was a geek I’d known from high school and yet here I was. I was so hot. I felt like I couldn’t say no.”
“What do you say,” Amy asked again. “You want me to call Kyle or not?”
I couldn’t believe it but I was nodding my head. “Go ahead,” I told my friend. “Go ahead. Give him a call.”
Amy grinned at me and I had the feeling that she’d set this up but I just didn’t care. I was going to get my pussy fucked and that was all that mattered.
The phone call was mercifully short and then it back to just Amy and me. She told me what it was like to be a ho on the prairie and me, for my part, I just sat there and ate it all up, and I just got hotter and wetter.
It wasn’t that long before there was a knock on her door. Amy looked at me and gave me a sly, little grin. “Are you ready,” she asked.
Was I ever? After all that sitting around talking about fucking and more fucking, my pussy was just so fucking wet. Was I ready? Hell yeah.
Amy grinned as she went to the door. “You wait here,” she told me.
From where I was sitting, I couldn’t see anything. Sure, I could see Amy and I could hear her talking, but I couldn’t see anything, and then she opened the door, and she let Kyle in.
Kyle’s face darkened when he saw me. “What’s she doing here,” he said.
“I told you I had a surprise for you, baby.”
“Yeah, but—”
“But what? I know you want her,” Amy said. “You always have. All the way back to high school. I know you want her.”
“Yeah, but—”
“But what, baby. I know you want her. I know you want her, bad, and you know what, baby. She wants you, too.”
Kyle didn’t say anything. He just stood there looking at me.
“Tell him,” Amy said. “Tell him what you want.”
I couldn’t help myself. My pussy was just so wet. I knew I sounded needy but I couldn’t help myself. I had to say it. “I need to get fucked,” I told him. “I need it bad.”
I knew he didn’t believe me. I could tell he was trying to figure it out, trying to see what the catch was. I knew I had to make him believe.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said again. “I need it bad.”
“Show him,” said Amy. “Show him what you need.”
Instinctively, I knew what she wanted. I undid my skirt and then I let it fall to the floor. I knew Kyle was watching so I rubbed my panties against my pussy but the truth was I wasn’t going to be wearing them for long and it wasn’t long before I had my panties off and I was stroking my fingers between my legs. “Fuck me,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
He wasn’t going to make me wait, was he. That was what worried me most. Here I was all hot and ready to go and he was just standing there. Couldn’t he see what I needed. Couldn’t he tell that what I really needed was his cock between my legs.
He could tell. There he was, slipping between my legs and then he was shoving his cock up against my pussy. Oh God, I wanted that. I was so wet. I needed his cock and I needed it bad.
“Oh fuck,” Kyle groaned. “Oh fuck. So tight. So tight. Oh God. So fucking tight.”
Yeah, I wanted to tell him. Yeah, I’m tight for you, but the truth was it wasn’t just him. I was tight for everyone. Ever since the lake.
“Oh fuck,” Kyle groaned. “Oh fuck.”
Yeah, that’s right, I wanted to tell him. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Give it to me. Give me what I want.
I could hear him groaning and I knew what that meant. He was going to cum. He was going to cum inside me. Too late now I realized I should have had him wear a condom but it was too late for that now. He was going to cum and I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to cum inside me.
Kyle groaned again and I could feel it happening. He was cumming inside me and I loved it. It felt so good. My pussy got even tighter. I loved it when he came inside me. I wanted more.
He was done cumming inside me or at least I thought he was but his dick didn’t seem to have any intention of wanting to let up on me. “So you wanted me to fuck you,” the man growled.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said.
“Let’s try this one then, slut.”
Slut? Who the hell was he to call me slut, but then he was pulling his cock out and he was turning me over and before I knew it, he was coming at me from behind, and I just couldn’t help it. “Oh yeah,” I moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me from behind.”
I could feel his body pressing up against me from behind. I could feel his pelvis banging up against my ass. I could feel his cock banging up against my cunt.
I couldn’t help it. I wanted to get fucked. I wanted it more.
“You really are a little, fucking slut.”
That was Amy. To tell the truth, what with what Kyle was doing to me, I’d kind of forgotten all about her but when I looked over at her, she was sitting in a chair and she was rubbing her pussy as she watched me take that cock between my legs.
“You know you’re going to make me a lot of money,” she said.
I wanted to tell her no but I had the feeling that she already knew. She knew what I was going to do.
“You’re going to be doing lots and lots of fucking,” Amy said.
Lots and lots of fucking, I thought. God, that sounded good. Lots and lots of fucking. I liked the sound of that.
“You’re going to be doing lots and lots of fucking. You’re going to be fucking for money,” Amy said. “You’re going to be fucking for money like the little, whore you are.”
I was going to be fucking for money, I told myself. I was going to be fucking for money like the whore I was.
“You’re going to be fucking for money,” Amy said, “and you’re going to give it all to me.”
There was something wrong with that, I told myself. There was something wrong with that logic, but with the way Kyle was groaning, that could only mean one thing. It meant he was going to cum in my cunt and when he did, well fuck, it meant I was cumming, too, and it meant I was having trouble thinking about anything else but that.
“It looks like you pretty much wore Kyle out,” Amy said and I could see she was right. Kyle was pretty worn out.
“But don’t you worry,” Amy said as she picked up the phone. “I got plenty of friends who just can’t wait to fuck a whore like you.”
I knew I should have objected to be called a whore. I knew I really should, but the truth is it made her hot to have me call her that, and besides, I could always set the record straight later on if I wanted.
“What do you say? Should we call up more guys for you to fuck?”
On the other hand, I thought, what was the big deal about setting the record straight. What really mattered was getting another cock between my legs. In fact, it was the only thing that mattered. I looked at Amy and I grinned. “Go ahead,” I told her. “Make the call. I’m ready for more.”