Free Karen Mercury by Manifested Destiny [How the West Was Done 4] Page A

inside his friend much too soon. He grabbed ahold of Worth’s oily cock and pumped the erection to preoccupy both of them.
    Still shuddering with bliss, Foster hunched himself over Worth’s broad back and growled, “You’ve never been fucked by a man?”
    “ God, no! ” Worth finally gasped all in a rush. “Don’t stop!”
    Foster’s cock stayed rigid inside Worth as he frigged the monstrous tool. “You like having another man’s prick inside you?”
    “Yes,” Worth gasped. “Don’t stop, you bastard.”
    Foster pinched Worth’s nipple, rolling the hardened nub between thumb and forefinger as he murmured lewd things next to his ear. “You like it when another man frigs your giant cock. You like having another hard, muscular body slapping up against you.”
    When he pinched the nipple to the point where it would cause pain, Worth cried “ Ah! ” in a strangled voice.
    Foster felt the semen churn up the length of the prick and explode onto the mirror. It was extremely gratifying to watch the blobs hit the mirror, the shiny arc of jism splashing forcefully. A surge of affection for his friend welled up inside Foster’s chest, and he slid his free hand lower to joggle the full ball sac almost lovingly, murmuring, “That’s good. Feels so good, doesn’t it? A man’s hand is bigger, firmer, more experienced. You’re hung like a bull, Worth. Your prick is so meaty and juicy in my hand.”
    Worth gasped and writhed as though intent on collapsing, and at length Foster allowed his prick to slide out of his friend’s ass. He gave the delicious rump one more slap for good measure then casually went to clean his prick in the washbowl. Worth panted, looked at the ceiling for mercy, and whipped the towel from his shoulder to dry his sweaty chest.
    But when Foster stepped into his drawers, he realized he still wasn’t satisfied. Buggering Worth had only served to irritate him in another, new way. He realized that now he was attracted to more than just Worth’s enticing ass, his athletic chest, his dimpled face. Foster had no problem with being temporarily attracted to the sway of some fellow’s buttocks or a hefty horse’s cock jiggling within his eyeshot.
    No, it was the way Worth had just submitted to him that got to Foster. Worth was a strapping buck, a gangling strongman. He didn’t need to submit to anyone. No, Worth had submitted because he was, at heart, an innocent lunkhead that wanted to please others. Now Foster was aroused by Worth’s gentle heart.
    And he didn’t want to be. So he strode over to Worth, who had only just stepped into his own drawers, twirled him around, and grabbed his stupid chiseled chin. This fellow was such a shining example of masculinity that even his juicy lower lip shined with moisture. Foster was glad for the additional irritation, as it gave even more power to his words. Jutting his hips forward, he pinned his adversary against the vanity.
    “Keep your damned paws off her, Worth.”
    Worth didn’t back down, however. He gripped Foster by the wrist and wrenched his arm away, his eyes fiery. “She can make up her own mind! And you’re not even staying in town. You’re going back to the army.”
    “Boys?”
    Both men whipped their heads around to face the doorway.
    This was how they were posed when Tabitha Hudson innocently poked her head into the bathroom, much to Foster Richmond’s chagrin.

Chapter Seven
     
    Oh, how joyously silly men could be! Men never failed to amuse Tabitha with their antics.
    It was evident to anyone with even half a brain that they had been engaging in some sort of sexual play before she had entered the bathroom.
    Tabitha’s knowledge was enhanced because she’d been standing with her ear glued to the door for many long minutes. Foster was obviously frigging Worth because, in between the grunting and groaning, Tabitha heard him growl, “Your prick is so meaty and juicy in my hand.” This came directly after Foster had declared Worth to be