Britt the Naughty Cowgirl: Volume Two

By William A. Patrick III

Eighteen-year-old Britt the naughty cowgirl goes on adventures with her pal, Branden. They get into all sorts of trouble. For adults only. Contains graphic depictions of adult sexual activity. Volume two.

• Language: English
• Publisher: William A. Patrick III
• Release date: Sep 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310213366

William A. Patrick III

William A. Patrick III resides in Tustin, CA, and travels with Linder.

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Britt the Naughty Cowgirl - Volume Two

By William A. Patrick III

Copyright © 2014 by William A. Patrick III.

Published by William A Patrick III at Smashwords. Smashwords Edition

All rights reserved. Any similarity between persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER 1

Britt and Branden had driven all night. Dawn was breaking but the air around them was still cool. Ahead Branden saw a group of buildings. Slowing he saw they were the remains of a gas station that had gone out of business sometime in the seventies, Branden guessed. He pulled the Chevy Impala to the back of the station.

He sat on his seat top, and surveyed the land. To his left the road stretched on until it virtually reached a vanishing point. To the right Branden saw the same thing. Britt began to stir in her seat. Branden looked the girl over. She was still wearing the same red top. It’s thin fabric revealed the form of her breasts. Perfect in shape, they brought out a stirring deep from within Branden. He studied the nipple area the thin fabric barely concealed.

With a sigh, Branden hopped back into the car. Crouching, he reached under the seat. His hand searched; at last it hit upon the metal clasp. Deftly, he popped it open. The cold steel and plastic grip fell into his hand. He returned to his position on the top of the Impala’s driver’s seat. Again Britt stirred. He turned the gun over in his hand. He studied Britt. The rise and fall of her chest was nothing but hypnotic, Braden decided. He jumped when he and the girl made eye contact. Britt had awakened to see a lusty Branden, holding a gun while studying her body.

Should I be worried, Branden? Britt asked.

Howdy, sunshine, Branden said. You still among the living?

Achy but alive, she said. Nice toy you got there.

It’s a thirty-eight caliber, he said. It has a short barrel, so they call it a snub nose. It’s the kind police used in the old days, I guess some still do today.

What have you got planned for it? Britt had also slid to her seat back. She was taking what Branden thought of as a bush shower - she was dousing herself with a bottle of water and rubbing her arms and face. The water made Britt’s nipples hard. Her top, now soaked, clung to her breasts like wet paint.

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