LILA: HOT, SEXY COWGIRL: BOOK 3
If you've read Books One and Two, you'll know the blonde haired Lila is quite a girl. She has a heart of gold. But it's not her heart that first draws your attention. One look from those blue, come-to-bed eyes is enough to make any man hard.
Dressed in her cowboy boots, low-rise jeans, tight low cut tops, this hot, sexy, cowgirl will harden any man's cock. But then… you should also see her in a low cut blouse, short skirt, stockings, garter belt and heels…
To get the full picture, you also have to realise Lila can drive semis, weld, work on most things, run equipment, work with cattle, hang with the boys, drink as long as most, go to the clothes line in her undies, and… she can fuck as good as any woman alive.
I just love her!
1. Lila and Jason
"Why?" Lila asked. "This isn't like you at all."
She was lying back on her shoulders, her powerful legs wrapped around her husband. Jason was sitting up on his knees, drilling down into her tanned and sweaty body. He held her hips, thrusting harder as they disagreed over their new houseguest.
"I said he could stay here for a few days," he gasped, reaching forward to squeeze her tits, twisting her swollen nipples until she cried out. "But I don't want you fucking him."
The hot, sexy cowgirl thrust back upwards, seeking more friction. Her sculpted face was twisted in ecstasy. Even grunting, she was perfect. Eyes shut tight, teeth clenching, nostrils flaring.
"He made my dream with Miranda come true," she gasped. God, she loved the raw, uninhibited way Jason fucked her. "Let me repay him."
He shook his head, his hard cock sliding easily in and out of her magnificent, smooth cunt. She felt so good, so snug and warm. A perfect, velvet glove for his hard cock. "No. "" The little bastard can get his action elsewhere."
This was so out of character for Jason. He fucked who he wanted, when he wanted. So did she. Usually that was with each other's agreement. Sex was something to be enjoyed. They had no jealousies between each other.
But for some reason, her husband was being quite specific with Thomas. He'd reluctantly agreed to the eighteen-year-old staying at theirs for a few days. But he wasn't going to let her fuck him.
Even just having the conversation seemed to get to Jason. Pulling out, he swung his wife's body round on the bed. As his cock rubbed across her ass, Lila realised it wasn't her cunt he was seeking this time.
Her head craned round to look back at him. All thoughts of Thomas flew out of her mind as his cock found its way to its new destination.
"Yessss, Jason," she hissed. "Fuck my ass, baby!"
The sexy cowgirl's sweat-slicked body writhed on all fours as he yanked her ass upwards, probing at first and then squeezing inside her tight asshole. God, she so loved anal sex.
This time, he was rough. Rougher than usual. As if he was wanting to punish her for bringing up the subject of her young guest. "Fucking slut," he groaned, drilling down. "Take my fucking cock, you slut. I'm gonna dump inside you big time, you bitch."
She loved his dirty talk. It was an aphrodisiac. The dirtier the better. The rougher the better.
"Fuck me, Jason! Fuck, me, baby!" she cried, craning her neck to look back at him again. Her blonde hair clung to her damp brow. Her lustfuelled eyes were wild. With each plunge into her peachlike ass, she could feel his swollen balls bounce across her plump labial lips.
She buried her face in the bed sheets as she came. Then she was cumming again, shrieking out as he pummelled her as hard as he'd ever fucked. He was treating her like the slut she wanted to be.
When Jason's eyes clouded and he yelled out his climax, it wasn't Jason's cock inside her ass that she thought of. It was Thomas's.
2. The Airplane
Jason's words rang around Lila's ears, as she sat next to Thomas on the airplane. By coincidence, she'd been away in Chicago on business, allowing her to meet the teenager there and fly to Madison with him.
Right then, in the darkness of the airplane, Jason's instructions were weighing heavily on her mind.
No fucking!
But she was as horny as hell! Wearing such a short skirt hadn't been the most sensible decision. Why the hell had she done that?
She knew the answer. She was aroused at the thought of seeing her young admirer again. Aroused because she knew how desperate he was to fuck her. Aroused because she owed him for her time with Ran. Aroused because he was going to be staying at her house.
The sexy short skirt would be a turn on for him. She wanted that. Wanted the young kid to have a constant hard-on thinking of her. Okay, Jason wouldn't let her fuck him. But a little teasing couldn't do any harm, could it?
The problem was that she'd been teasing him ever since they'd met earlier that day, and now she was turned on too. She'd pretended to fall asleep in her airplane seat, but that had only made things worse. The horny, little fucker had reached across and was touching her softly with the tips of his fingers, tracing little circles along her stockinged thighs in the grey darkness of the plane.
She shivered as his hand reached the lacy top. God, she'd just have to fuck his brains out if he didn't stop.
He'd spread his fingers out, caressing her with his entire hand. Up and down her lacy, stockinged leg, his head inches from hers as she kept her eyes tightly closed. She could feel his breath on her cheeks.
If she was asleep, then she couldn't stop him, could she? But with each stroke from his soft fingertips, it was becoming more difficult to keep up the pretence.
The cowgirl's glossy lips parted in a soft gasp.
No fucking!
Jason's words crashed around her mind again. God, if she didn't stop his wandering hand, she'd be unable to prevent herself pulling out his cock there and then and devouring it in front of everyone.
She had to stop this. Now!
"I need the bathroom," the beautiful blonde gasped out, unbuckling the seat belt as she rushed up from her seat. In seconds, she'd unsteadily walked along the dark corridor between the two rows of seats and disappeared into the sanctuary of the tiny area.
Get a grip, girl
, she told herself. Maybe if she made herself cum, that would take the edge off her need? Maybe? But possibly she should just wait until she got home? Jason had no idea how much she was going to fuck his brains out tonight. He was in for a real treat.
The cold water the blonde cowgirl splashed on her face settled her down. That was better. There couldn't be much more than half an hour of the flight remaining. Find something to talk to Thomas about. Keep his mind occupied. And hers. That would do it. Two deep breaths cemented the feeling. Yes! Talk to him and push sex to the back of her mind.
Lila opened the toilet door feeling much calmer. Then she saw the little fucker outside, waiting for her. What the hell…
He pushed her back inside, swinging her around so that she faced away from him. Her arms went out against the facing wall to steady herself just as his slipped around her tiny waist. His slithering hands rose to cup her thinly covered tits, even as he ground his denim covered cock into her ass.
"Thomas," she gasped, loving the way he roughly kneaded her 36D's. If she was aroused before, she was now at fever pitch. But she had to think about Jason! "No, Thomas…"
Her words were pointless. He didn't believe them. Neither did she. Somehow his hands were under her top, sliding up her bare stomach, ripping the cups of her black bra upwards and grabbing her naked tits. Her nipples were hard to his rough touch. He possessed her swells, squeezing them together, tight and high. The sexy cowgirl moaned in appreciation. She just couldn't help herself.
Nor could she help pushing her ass back into his thrusting groin. If he kept that up, she'd be cumming soon.
Then his hands left her tits and she heard the sound of a zip being lowered and his belt being unfastened. She shivered again. "No, Thomas. We can't!"
Despite her words, she found her hand reaching behind her to find his erection. It was swollen and ready for her. She squeezed his cock hard through his jeans. God, she wanted this kid.
With an almost superhuman effort, she pulled her hand away as she recalled Jason's words.
No fucking
, he'd told her.
No fucking
.
Shit!
But her actions had only inflamed the teenager further. He yanked his denim jeans to his knees and rubbed his throbbing manhood along her wet thong.
Oh fuck!
One of his hands returned to cup her tits, the other slid down the front of her thong. God, she was so wet. Looking down, she watched as his knuckles moved beneath the lacy material, curling under. She gasped, biting her lip as one, two and – god – three fingers slid inside.
His digits fucked her hard, his free arm holding her body as she came, shuddering and trembling on his invading soldiers. When she began to recover, he withdrew his fingers, glistening with her juices. Slowly, he brought them to her mouth.
She sucked them one at a time, like she was sucking his cock, loving the lewdness of her actions, the taste of her own juices.
Then his hands were moving again, sliding to her thong, hooking his thumbs into the material and pulling it over the gentle curve of her hips and down over her thighs. He paused, as if unsure whether to go further. It was a delicious pause, increasing her arousal. Then, with a fierce jerk, he violently ripped it from her body.
