As soon as the condom was on, George was on top of Mary, and a moment later, he was sunk into her to the hilt and pumping away. Mary shrieked in powerful orgasm a moment later. She was so pent up and anticipating, and plus it felt simply wonderful, even better than before, if that was possible. Being crushed firmly into the truck's bench seat by George's muscular body, having his lovely cock straining and pumping excitedly inside her, one of her ankles knocking on the back window, the other ankle knocking on the dashboard. It seemed somehow that Mary's life was perfect in a way she never imagined possible. As George moaned and quickly and excitedly pumped towards his peak, she wondered if she would have the strength to leave him when the time came. She so wanted this bliss to never end. She whimpered in orgasm again as George climaxed, roaring and straining inside her.
After resting a moment, George started up in her again. She stopped him, worried that the condom would not be able to take the strain. "I can get more condoms, don't worry," she told him, "but one mistake could get me pregnant." Reluctantly but supportively, he pulled out of her. She rolled the condom off him and drank the bitter contents. It was unpleasant, but she wanted so badly to feel it splash into her womb that this was the best consolation she could think of. It helped her.
She tore the package on another condom and rolled it onto George's hard and straining dick. He was insatiable. They both were, she admitted to herself. If he hadn't been hard to do it here a second time, she would be sucking him to get him hard again. She wanted a long hard fucking to quell her fire. As she rolled it on, she requested, "Don't rush, lover. Try to give it to me as long and hard as you can."
"Yes, Mary, my darling love."
His response tugged at her heartstrings, because she knew he really meant it, and she was worried she would hurt him badly in the end despite her warnings. She would hurt herself, too, she knew, breaking up with him.
As George pushed into her again excitedly, Mary lost herself in the bliss of a good hard fucking. Between orgasms, she was putting a plan of action together in her mind. After they found the Old Cock, hopefully intact, they would open it, get the will, and have Mary's father submit it to the court. Yes, she thought, submit! SUBMIT! With this thought, she strained her shaking hips upward to meet George's excited pounding.
Mary felt her quim grip George's slick incessant shaft hard, and she orgasmed wetly with the thought that George could do anything to her at the moment, and she wouldn't be able to resist him. He could thrust his dick into her anus, for example, and she knew she would just whimper and take it. Maybe she was even the kind of slut who liked that kind of thing. She would have to investigate to find out.
Once the will was submitted, the Rush's would inherit the farm and all would be well. Mary smiled to think that a long line of Rush babies would inherit that farm. Then her legs and her little quim tensed again when she thought of how she wanted George to put one of those babies right where he was knocking inside her. She shook with another orgasm at the thought of this.
As George continued pounding Mary missionary style on his truck's bench seat, Mary wetly considered the great success of her research. Now she knew why Margaret looked at her father so ferociously. Those flashing teeth, oh! Mary climaxed hard thinking of Margaret's flashing teeth. Maybe she should try girls? Maybe she should try Margaret? She had another little orgasm at this thought. She remembered suave Don from the petting evening and his invitation to finish what they had started, and came wetly at this. She wondered whether Lou was so big his dick would hurt inside her, or would it feel good? Her legs shook as she discovered she wanted to find out.
As George kept pounding her, Mary envisioned herself being taken by George and the other men from that evening and came again wetly as she thought about them all taking her one after another again and again and all spraying their cum deep in her womb. She thought of Lou cumming in her quim while Don came in her anus and George in her mouth, all at once. This thought caused her to cry out in climax. It was too much for George, who groaned and strained in her, bringing her back to reality.
As soon as George sprayed his orgasm into the condom, it seemed to fully clear Mary's head. They rested together a moment. Then George pulled out, and she drank the contents, only slightly less full than the first. It was something. She had five condoms remaining. They smiled almost shyly to each other and quietly restored their clothes and wiped the sweat and juices from various surfaces as best they could with George's handkerchief. Mary made a mental note to start carrying a small towel in her handbag. They drank from a bottle of water George had under the seat. Then they started towards Simpson's Ravine again.
