Sarah's Playmates (11 page)

“Is that so?” Isabelle stroked Jimmy’s cock,
the object appearing even larger than before. “What exactly do you
bring to the table?”

Buck was on his feet in a flash. “Nine
inches, ma’am. Why mess with the boy, when you can have the
man.”

“Nine inches? My goodness.”

“Hard and ready, ma’am.”

Brack pulled me to him, whispering, “I’ve
been praying for a miracle, Ms. Collins. God was listening for
once.”

I stared into his eyes; flecks of grey tinged
the irises to smoky brown. “I can’t get involved with a criminal,”
I whispered, mostly to myself.

“I think I need to have a better look, Buck,”
said Isabelle. “You’re so far away.”

His tall, lanky form bounded towards the bed.
“Is this close enough?”

“I do believe it is.” Her hand closed around
the twitching shaft. “Nine inches, huh? Isn’t that…stretching the
truth a little?”

“No, ma’am, it isn’t. You’re more than
welcome to keep touching it, Miss Isabelle. That feels really
nice.”

The door opened, bringing a gust of hot air.
“What in the Dickens is happening here?” Millie’s hands rested on
her hips. “Have you all taken leave of your senses?”

“What fine looking cocks,” said Isabelle.
“These gentlemen are on the run. They’re going to be hung soon.
What’s the harm in a little…fun?” She glanced at Brack. “Have you
killed anyone?”

“I haven’t, but Buck has.”

This seemed to please her. “They’re thieves
and murderers. They’ll be captured soon. They won’t be around for
much longer. It would be the Christian…ah…the charitable thing to
give them something to remember us by.” She gasped, “Oohh…you boys
are getting harder by the second. You could probably hammer a spike
through a trestle with one of these.”

Jimmy grinned. “Yes, ma’am. I do believe I
could.”

Millie let out a long sigh. “Isabelle, if I
didn’t know you as a lady of excellent breeding and character, I’d
seriously be questioning things right now.”

“That’s not fair, Millie,” I said. “I heard
you in the cornfield last night with that Indian. You might’ve been
waiting for the opportunity to hit him in the head, but you enjoyed
yourself while you were waiting.”

“I think we all enjoyed those Indians last
night,” said Isabelle. “Let’s quit pretending. Whatever is said and
done here will follow these men to the grave. Our reputations are
quite safe.” She squeezed the end of Jimmy’s cock, producing a fat
drop of pre-cum. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m having a taste.”
She wrapped her lips around him, sucking noisily.

“You’re more than welcome to a helping of
Buck,” offered the outlaw, who spoke to Millie. “I’ve a fondness
for redheads.”

“Do you now?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You remind me of my husband.”

“That’s a mighty kind thing of you to
say.”

“Not really. He was a cheat and a scoundrel
and a drunkard. The happiest day of my life was when he died.”

I gasped. I had never heard her speak so ill
of her husband. “Millie!”

She held up a hand. “Since we’re being honest
and since none of this will ever be spoken of outside this shack,
I’ll say that I prefer to have sex with women. I never did feel
lust for a man. I’ll join you scoundrels and that brazen hussy,”
she pointed at Isabelle, “but don’t think I’ll enjoy it. Not for
one second.”

“Oh, Millie,” I laughed. “You’re in rare form
this morning.”

She harrumphed, and sat on the bed, while
Isabelle sucked vigorously on Jimmy’s cock. She spread her legs,
exposing a pink slit, surrounded by dark blonde hair. “Who wants a
taste of Ireland?”

“Well, Goddamn, but I will,” said Buck. “I
don’t care if you’re a lesbian. I get my pussy any way I can.”

“That feels so nice,” groaned Jimmy. “I wanna
fuck you, Miss Isabelle. I’d be obliged, if you could bend over the
table.”

She grinned saucily. “Well, there’s an idea.”
She slid from the bed and leaned over the piece of furniture, her
rounded bottom in the air. “I’m ready, Jimmy.”

“Hot damn!” He was on her in a flash,
prodding her with a rigid cock. “Oh, thank you…”

“Jimmy!” she gasped. “You filthy bandit.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I glanced at Brack. His expression was
wistful, yet slightly sad. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’ a kiss won’t fix.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding
him close. “Like this?” I touched his lips, tasting him.

“Yes, honey. Just like that.”

“Oh, Lord, that’s a talented tongue,”
murmured Millie. “You keep that up, Buck. Don’t…stop…”

Isabelle was pounded against the table, the
wood creaking under the assault. “Oh-you-dirty-boys!” Jimmy’s cock
plunged with each punishing thrust. “You sure are well-equipped!
You weren’t joking about that.”

“This here is a mighty fine pussy,” said
Jimmy. “Nice and tight.”

“Ooohh…thanks…” she groaned. “Don’t stop, you
dirty train robber.”

I sat on Brack’s lap, feeling his cock
prodding my bottom. His hands grasped my waist, the palms running
up the sides of my body to cup my breasts. His teeth grazed my
neck, sending pinpricks of pleasure through me, which centered in
my lower anatomy.

“Oh, fuck me, you dirty outlaw!”

“You rich, white bitch!”

“Ooohh…God…I…can’t stand it!” Isabelle
shuddered, dropping her face to the table. “Ooohhh…that was so
good.”

“I’m still rarin’ to go. I’m harder than
oak.”

“You sure are.” She sounded breathless. “You
worked me good.”

“Give it a suck, honey.” Isabelle dropped to
her knees, taking him in her mouth. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“Let’s move like this,” whispered Brack. In
the next instant, I straddled him, and he was in me. “There. That’s
better.” His cock felt enormous in my tight tunnel. “Tell me how
much you like me.”

“I don’t even know you.”

“Lie to me. Pretend you know me. Pretend I’m
your fiancé.”

“Oh, Brack.”

“We don’t have alotta time, darlin’. Tell me
what you want. Tell me I’m the one you want.”

“This is going to sound awful, but you remind
me of my dad.”

A bark of laughter filled the room. “Now I’m
really worried.”

“I didn’t mean it like that! I mean…the way
you say darlin’ and your manner. I can tell you’re a good man. I
don’t know how you got yourself involved with robbing trains, but
you’re not a bad man.”

“After my crops failed and my wife died, I
had no choice. I got two kids, and they need food, Sarah.”

“You have children?”

“They’re with my sister. I send money to
support them, but…shit! I’ve made alotta mistakes. Too many. I
can’t turn back now.”

“How old are your kids?”

“Jessie’s five, and Melanie’s four.”

“You have a little girl?”

“Yes, I do.” A flash of pain glimmered in his
eyes, and then it was gone. “I’ve let ‘em down. I’ve dishonored our
name.” His head dropped. “Now’s not the time to talk about
this.”

“You wanted us to get to know each
other.”

“Pretend you love me,” he whispered fiercely.
“Lie to me. Tell me you love me.”

“Oh, Brack.” His earnest expression softened
my heart. “Something like that might not be a lie.” I shouldn’t
feel so emotional about a stranger. “I do love you.”

“Now that’s what I want to hear.” He kissed
me, sliding his tongue past my lips, seducing me thoroughly.

“It’s a shame.”

“What is?”

“That I’m engaged and you’ll be hanged.”

“It is.”

My nub rubbed against his pelvis, creating a
buzz that produced delightful tremors. I had all the control in
this position, and I found that I enjoyed working him at my own
pace. It wouldn’t be long before I let it all go and gave in to the
orgasm that inched its way closer by the second.

“That’s it, suck me,” moaned Jimmy.
“Oohhh…yeah. Open up, you pretty thing.” Isabelle waited beneath
him with her tongue out, while he massaged his rounded tip.
“Oohh…Jesus…ooohh…” A stream of white spunk jetted, catching her
forehead and splattering over her tongue.

Millie moaned, flinging her head against the
bed. Buck had satisfied the fiery redhead, bringing her to
completion with a lengthy and talented tongue. The scene in the
shack was wildly erotic and so debauched, I almost didn’t believe
it was happening.

My hips thrust harder. “That’s it. You’re
gettin’ it. Work me, honey,” groaned Brack. “Use me.”

“Are you gonna suck my dick or what?” asked
Buck.

“I guess, if I have to,” muttered Millie.

“There’s the spirit.”

“Don’t expect me to swallow it.”

“Just suck me, you Irish bitch.”

“Oh, Brack.” My fingertips dug into his
shoulders, while I rode him, feeling him deep. The heat in the
small dwelling had become oppressive, leaving a thin sheen of
perspiration on my body. It smelled like sex, potent and musky.

“That’s it. Work me.”

I kissed him, our tongues battling
sensuously. His arms went around me, holding me close, our slick
skin rubbing, straining for release. I moaned, and shuddered from
the pleasure that rocked my system. “Oh, my Lord!” I trembled and
convulsed with each contraction, my pussy compressing his cock.
“Oooohhh…Brack…”

“Oh, Jesus.” He thrust up into me,
stiffening. “Ooohhh…Sarah…” We clung together, our mouths fused, as
we rode out the tiny, blissful aftershocks. “It was so good,
honey.”

“It was.” I sounded exhausted.

Buck groaned, spraying cream into Millie’s
face. “Yeah! Now you’re getting it.”

“Ugh. That’s disgusting.”

He chuckled in reply.

Breakfast was stale bread and dried jerky,
but I didn’t mind. Brack and I wandered down to the lake for a
swim. Afterwards, we sat in the grass, and I appreciated the way
the sun hit the water, producing thousands of brilliant flashes. I
was cradled between his legs, leaning against him.

“How long have you been robbing trains?”

“About a year.”

“What did you do with my engagement
ring?”

“Nothing yet. I got a jeweler who melts the
gold down and sells the stones. He’s in Pennsylvania. I haven’t
been able to see him.”

“That ring was in Edmund’s family for a
hundred years.”

“Sorry about that. I still have it, if you
want it.”

“No. Never mind.”

“Are you in love with him?”

“I thought so.”

“What about now?”

“He might be dead for all I know. The Indians
attacked the train after they derailed it. He…could have passed
away.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

I turned to stare at him. “You’re sorry? You
robbed my train! You pointed weapons in people’s faces and stole
their possessions. Now you say you’re sorry?”

He shrugged, looking sheepish. “It’s my job.
Some people work in banks or in offices. I just happen to be a
robber by profession. Scaring the tar outta innocent people is a
part of the job.” He grinned crookedly. “Sorry.”

“That’s a horrible justification.”

“It is, but it’s the only one I got.”

“Can’t you do something else with yourself?
Can’t you study a trade or work for a legitimate business?”

“Robbing is lucrative. I was a lousy
farmer.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“It is.”

“Then stop it.”

“It’s too late. I made a bad decision a year
ago. Buck asked for help. He and Jimmy had the idea that robbing
one train would set us up for life. We had our guns out before we
even boarded, and the passengers hid their valuables. We only got
about three hundred dollars and some watches that weren’t worth
nothin’. We had to rob another train to make up for it, and, by
that time, it was too late. I was a wanted man.”

“Now you can’t walk away.”

“No ma’am. They’d find me. I could run for a
while, but it would delay the inevitable. My kind don’t fare so
well in the courts, and with good reason.”

“What if you had a lawyer?”

“Can’t afford one.”

I had a trust from my grandmother. “I could
get you one.”

“Don’t bother. It wouldn’t do any good.”

“You’re awfully pessimistic.”

“No, realistic. The odds are stacked against
me. I have no one to blame but myself.”

The fact that he had given up bothered me.
“But don’t you want something better for your kids? Shouldn’t you
be fighting for them? Maybe you could leave the country? Start over
somewhere new.”

“They’re in Missouri with my sister. She’s
taking care of ‘em. It’s all I can ask for.”

Anger pricked me. “You son of a bitch! Those
kids deserve to have their dad. If you were to ask them, they’d say
all they want is you.”

“Then what do you recken I do?”

“Let me hire a lawyer. He’ll get you off with
as little prison time as possible, and you can start over.”

“With you?”

“I-I don’t know.” That question had surprised
me.

“So you ain’t a part of the package,
huh?”

“I don’t know about Edmund. I…he might be
alive.”

“If he’s dead?” A thick, dark brow
lifted.

“Then I suppose…”

“Suppose what?”

“I might go with you.”

“You’d marry a train robber? You’d raise an
outlaw’s kids?”

This had to be the craziest notion I had ever
entertained. I couldn’t believe the words that came out of my
mouth. “Yes.”

“I think you bumped your head pretty good in
the crash.” He grinned.

“My mother’s going to have kittens.” I
couldn’t possibly break my engagement to Edmund to marry a
convicted felon, could I?

He moved hair out of my face. “Honey, I
appreciate your concern, but my messes…my disasters are my problem.
Be grateful for that. You don’t have to fix me.”

“Somebody should. You’re incapable of helping
yourself.”

His thumb moved over my lower lip. “You’re
the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m glad I robbed you. You
were my favorite job.”