She was a girl with taste . . . especially for the salty delights she could obtain from men. It was true that she was wildly sexual, and enjoyed various forms of sex play, but the act that she found most fulfilling was the "French" way!
Her breath gently blew across his taut stomach muscles, causing him to contract them. Her fingertips traced little patterns over the smooth skin of his inner thighs and he couldn't restrain himself from an involuntary shudder. She was so good!
"Do you like what I'm doing?" she asked, a gleam in her eyes.
"Mmmm," he murmured, not wanting to spoil the spell with words.
Lowering her mane of glossy hair, she parted her wet red lips and formed a perfect circle with them, just large enough to take all eight inches of him into her eager mouth ...
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ONE
"Please, Uncle Jeb!" The girl's voice was laced with the high pitch of desperation. "Oh god! Please don't!"
Sharon Turner felt the sudden sickening loss of balance and found herself tumbling backward into the yielding hay, her skirt sliding up to reveal the tanned loveliness of her slender thighs and the plump outline of her young cunt where the pink panties clung in wet caress, the fabric soaked through by her slowly seeping joy juice.
The big man followed her down, his heavy body pressing hers deeper into the hay. His breath was warm on her arched throat as his lips moved against the soft whiteness.
"Ain't no use in fightin', kid!" he grunted, holding her struggling wrists with one powerful hand while the other fumbled between their threshing hips. "I aim to have me some of that pussy! It's ready for a good fuckin', kid! Know that?"
An explosive gasp escaped the girl's parted lips. Until that moment, she had believed this time would be like all the others. They would wrestle and tease, pretending that they were both unaware of the passion generated by their wriggling bodies. Sharon would let him touch her small firm breasts and rub the hardened bulge of his aroused cock against her. Then they would stop, panting and grinning, realizing there was a line beyond which they must not pass.
But this time was different. Uncle Jeb did not intend to stop and her realization of this fact seemed to paralyze her mind and flesh. He had held her clamped against him, the pulsating ridge of his prick grinding against her crotch, until she could feel its heat through the several layers of separating cloth. He had kissed her, forcing her lips apart and running his tongue into her mouth. She had liked that, responding by thrusting her own dainty tongue between his teeth. Her entire body had quivered with pleasure when he pulled the dainty morsel even farther inside, sucking it like a piece of juicy meat.
His big hands had cupped her rounded ass, pulling her closer while he worked that stiff joint against her excited quim, making it feel so wonderfully good that she couldn't tell him to stop. Then, when she had finally tried to break away, it had been too late.
Now, she was trapped. His weight pressed her down, his massive chest crushing the nubile globes of her tits while his legs forced her own slender limbs apart, his knees spreading the thighs wide, the tanned velvet quivering with tension.
Over the rapid hissing of their breaths, she heard the metallic rasp of his zipper and, a moment later, the hot hardness brushed her soft flesh. His fingers groped in the valley of her crotch, pulling the elastic band aside.
"This is what you need, sugar!" he panted, the words fanning her lips. "That little pussy's hungry! And I'm gonna feed it all the cock it'll hold!"
His hand steered the big prick into position and she felt the thick bulbous head slide through the cleft of her young cunt, leaving a slippery trail of seminal fluid to mingle with her own oozing juices.
Gently and slowly, he rubbed the tip of the huge rod up and down in the tender furrow, exerting only a slight pressure. The girl whimpered, animal like, a sound of fear mixed with passion. The muscles of her wide spread thighs quivered.
"No! Please! Uncle J....AHHHHHH!"
The caressing hardness had discovered the protruding button of her clitoris and was massaging it. Sharon's ass jerked in wild and involuntary response to the delightful sensation and her arms went about his arched waist in a hesitant embrace. The man chuckled.
"You like that! Don't you, kid?" he whispered hoarsely. "I ain't never seen a pussy that wouldn't start jumpin' when you go to work on that little man!"
He was pressing harder as he stroked the throbbing clitoris, letting the broad head of his cock slip between the juicy lips of her slit and out again.
Jeb Turner groaned. Each, time he nudged that narrow cleft, it felt ten degrees hotter and twice as slippery. When he eased the tip of his pole into the center of that little valley, he could feel the nibbling caress of her inner labia and it was driving him wild. Deliberately, he held back, knowing that once he entered that waiting pussy he would lose all control.
He tried to concentrate on something else-while he continued stroking her with his enraged cock, but it was impossible. It was just too damned good! He let the head slide downward across the swollen button and into the slimy cleft.
His buttocks tensed and he pressed, forcing his throbbing cock into the webbed orifice. A shudder ran through the girl's body, causing the enveloping flesh to spasm about him as he invaded the mouth of her vagina. He felt the hot suction and his cock slid deeper, stretching the tight walls and filling the narrow corridor with his bulk. Her hips jerked and trembled and the movement was transmitted to the gripping of her juicy cuntal lips until it felt as if everything inside her pussy was churning about his entering prick.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, her fingernails raking his back through the sweat drenched shirt. "Ohhhhh goddddd! Ohhhh!"
Sharon had expected anything but the ecstasy which accompanied the slightest movement of that cock inside her belly. Nothing else she had ever felt could match the thrill of that hardness which pulsated against her vaginal walls.
"You're gonna take to fuckin' just like your maw!" the man grunted, squeezing another inch into her tight cunt "She was just your age when I started humpin' her!"
If he expected the admission to startle the girl, he was in for a surprise. Sharon had witnessed more than one savage union of the handsome man and her equally lovely mother. The only part she had not known was that Jeb had screwed the long limbed Sarah before his brother ever took her to wife.
The knowledge that Sarah had started at the same age and with the same wonderful prick increased Sharon's desire to complete the act she had so unwillingly begun. She raised her knees and clamped her legs about the man's hips, crossing the dainty ankles and lifting her ass, shoving the elastic encirclement farther along his massive probe.
"That's the idea, sugar!" Jeb grunted. "You'll learn how to work that cunt til a man'll shoot his wad just thinkin' about it!"
He pulled back, drawing his cock from the slimy grip, and Sharon's ass wiggled violently, grinding her pussy about his shaft. Her nails clawed at his back.
"Don't!" she pleaded, her lips working wildly. "Don't take it out!"
He paused with the flaring rim of the smooth head just captured by her inner labia. "I ain't gonna take it out, baby! Leastwise, not til I get my nuts off! I'm gonna fuck you, honey chile! I been wantin' to bust that cherry for a powerful long time! Now, by god, I'm gonna do it!"
His hips eased downward again, sending the cock into her belly, even deeper than before. She caught her breath quickly, then expelled it in a whimpering moan. Her ass described a slow lazy circle, screwing her cunt about his half buried shaft.
"Oooooh! That feels good!" she whispered. "It's so big and hard!"
Jeb chuckled, repeating the slow withdrawal and reentry] beginning the ride he had for so long anticipated. He had been playing with the girl ever since her ninth birthday, impatiently waiting for the moment when he could initiate that young body into the rites of sex.
He had almost attempted it when she was twelve. Sharon had already developed a growth of silken hair about her cute little slit and her breasts were orange sized mounds with rosebud nipples he found it highly difficult to resist. He had shot off in his pants just rubbing against her.
Now, he was glad he had waited. The girl was ripe and ready and he could bend her will to suit his own desire. All he had to do was make this first session so wonderful she would demand still more. Then, just as he had done with her mother, he could persuade her to go down on him, or let him tap that still smaller opening between the cheeks of her luscious bottom.
He had only one regret. It would have been so much better if they had undressed. As it was, the edge of her panties sawed at his cock with every stroke. But the deliciousness of that eager young pussy washed away any irritation he might have otherwise felt and he settled down to fucking with a savage urgency, shoving his cock deeper with each stroke.
Happily, there had been no hymen to interfere with his entry, only the incredible tightness of the youthful corridor. A virginal rupturing was fine, once in a while. But Jeb wanted to screw Sharon with a harshness he could not have employed had he been forced to break through that membranous barrier. Sarah had been cherry, he recalled with pleasure, and he had blown his first load in her crotch before he succeeded in ripping a passage for his anxious cock.
That was fifteen years ago, and he had tapped the woman's hot split with delightful frequency ever since. Now it was Sharon's turn. Perhaps, he thought, his brain whirling with the idea, he could get them both into the same bed. What a blast that would be!
"Put it in deeper, Uncle Jeb!"
The girl's fevered cry was the signal for Jeb to cast aside all control. Her cunt was slippery with the copious juices of desire and she was pushing her pelvis higher to meet his downward strokes. Slipping his hands beneath her wriggling ass, he took firm hold of the plump cheeks.
He clamped his lips over hers and slammed his hips between her soft thighs, shoving the full length of his prick into the yielding embrace of her cunt. She tried to scream, but the sound was trapped by his mouth and the quick thrust of his tongue against hers.
Before she could respond to the massive filling of her straining pussy, he was fucking her with powerful thrusts, each one driving all the way and slamming his balls against her wiggling ass, pulling the lips of her cunt outward as he withdrew and shoving them inward with the forceful reinsertion.
He knew when she had adjusted to the increased invasion and he released her lips, burying his chin in the hollow of her shoulder as he rammed his prick in and out, faster and faster.
Each thrust evoked a different sound from the girl. Her head was thrown back, blonde hair tangling with the wisps of hay, her eyes rolling wildly and her lips drooling with the mindlessness of utter abandonment. She had unlocked her ankles and drawn her feet still higher, digging her heels into the small of his back as he worked his cock through that slippery sheath of spasming muscles.
"Jeeeezuuuusss!" Jeb Turner gurgled. "That's the best ass I ever had!" His balls whacked her gyrating bottom as his prick squished through the flexing lips and plunged between the yielding vaginal tissues to ram its throbbing head against her pulsating womb.
There was no longer any resistance in Sharon's whirling brain. The pumping, sucking filling by that wonderful cock had erased all sensations other than the increasing ecstasy of continued friction and stretching. She was reaching for an orgasm she was certain would rip her guts out with its violence. Already she could feel the building of that spine curling tension which would explode about his prick with incredible tightenings.
Sharon had been frigging herself since the age of eight. But it was impossible to compare the pleasure of her probing finger with the sensations generated by the powerful thrusting of Uncle Jeb's enormous cock. From that first delicious entry, through the fierce pumping into which he had settled with almost unvarying rhythm, the thrills were more wonderful than her wildest imaginings.
More than once she had crouched outside the closed bedroom door while Jeb humped her groaning, grunting mother, and she had watched through the keyhole to see the thick roll of his prick disappear into the woman's furry crotch, clutched tightly by the foam flecked labial lips as it withdrew. Sharon had employed her finger to satisfy the induced hunger in her own young flesh and had gasped through a dozen delightful comes before Jeb finally emptied his balls into Sarah's lusty cunt.
Now, that same monstrous prick was screwing in and out of her own convulsing pussy, and she realized that there was no possible way she could have anticipated the agonizing goodness of actually being fucked.
The thrills were mounting with each twist of her ass as the prick rammed in and out, harder and harder, slamming her down into the hay, spearing her cunt with relentless fury.
"I'M GONNA COME!" she squealed, her legs straightening into a wide angled V of receptive flesh, trembling and jerking with the beginnings of her climax. Shudders of ecstasy raced through her pussy, the tremors chewing the pistoning cock with velvety clutchings.
"Come big!" the man panted, driving harder and screwing the hot tip against her womb. "Get it slick, so we can really fuck! Let it go, baby! Come! Come! Come!" With each word, he rammed his prick into her with savage thrusts.
Sharon's neck arched, the veins cording with strain. Her eyes rolled, unseeing, and her lips opened and closed, oozing a dribble of saliva that inched down her flushed cheek and onto the hay. Her ass jerked up and down, jolting her exploding pussy about the repeated hiltings, squeezing his cock with furious contractions and bringing repeated groans from the sweating, hunching man.
Every syllable was accompanied by another gut wrenching surge of unbearable pleasure and more of that slippery fuck juice that laved his prick and seeped out to trickle down the crack of her bucking ass, soaking her panties and coating the flopping balls of her rider.
Jeb managed to restrain the flood of come which threatened to burst from his engorged cock, gritting his teeth against the delightful effects of the young savage's undulations. He was going to make her come her ass off before he was through. That way, he would be assured of all the tail he wanted in the days ahead.
Of course, Sarah was still one hell of a lay. But there was always the danger of Mancey, her husband and his brother, finding out about their wild romps. Jeb was uncertain what the big man's reaction would be and he didn't want to risk finding out. It would be simpler to divide his amatory exercises between mother and daughter. He didn't think Mancey would be too upset by the knowledge that his brother was throwing the meat to his only daughter. In fact, Jeb had seen the way Mancey stared at Sharon when she didn't know she was being observed, and the gleam in his eyes was not one of fatherly love. Jeb figured it was just a matter of time before Mancey would crawl between Sharon's legs and give her a sample of that stallion cock he carried between his own brawny thighs.
Jeb was damned glad he had gotten to Sharon first, just as he had with Sarah. If the girl had been initiated by Mancey's enormous fuckpole, she would have laughed at the offering Jeb had crammed up her pussy.
It had been a sore spot with him since they were boys together. Jeb's pecker, even then, was far larger than that of the average grown man. But Mancey's was almost twice as big around and three inches longer. Once he had split a girl's ass with that thing, she had little interest in anything of lesser dimensions.
Jeb's only hope lay in being first. That way, he could rely on the sentimental attachment to balance the lack of size and insure his future supply of that much needed commodity, hot tail.
He had lifted Sarah's cherry for that very reason, when she was fourteen. She was engaged to Mancey, with the wedding set for her fifteenth birthday. But she had resisted his pleas for a prenuptial sampling, afraid he would change his mind once he had bolted his load into her attractive slit.
However, Sarah was decidedly human, and the constant wrestling matches with Mancey, feeling the threatening hardness of his anxious cock against her belly and thighs, had sent her desire soaring to an unprecedented level, and she had no reason to resist the ardent demands of Mancey's handsome brother.
He had fucked her exactly twenty three times before standing innocently beside them in the little country church and watching the lovely creature become Mrs. Mancey Turner. After that, he was never quite sure which prick invaded her more often. For a while, at least, Mancey kept the bed squeaking half the night, while Jeb managed to spend at least an hour between her legs almost every day.
For Sarah, it was a highly satisfactory arrangement. She welcomed either cock with an eagerness which diminished but little over the years. Even when she found herself pregnant, she continued to satisfy both men through the first six months. Then, without hesitation, she substituted her mouth for her well-reamed cunt, and gulped their seminal offerings just as lustily as she had received them into her seldom satisfied belly.
Sarah insisted that Sharon was Mancey's offspring. But Jeb was never completely persuaded of that fact. After all, they had both popped it to her almost daily and there had never been any precautionary measures.
The possibility that he was screwing his own daughter didn't bother Jeb Turner. Ever if he were sure the hot-assed girl was his own flesh and blood, he would still do it. That wriggling beauty was too much to resist, and he loved his pussy too much to cull anything as wonderfully good as Sharon's hot little quim.
He held his cock buried in her shuddering grip until he felt her body relax. Then, lifting his head so he could meet her dazed eyes, he grinned down at her.
"Let's take all our clothes off, sugar," he urged. "We've still got a lot of fuckin' to do, and we're gettin' all wrinkled up like this."
Sharon was too weak to resist as he tugged his prick out of her slavering cunt and worked her panties down and off. She lifted her arms to let him drag her dress over her blonde hair, then lay back, giving him a lazy smile of invitation.
She seldom wore a bra and the cones of her young breasts were bared to Jeb's eager eyes, their coral nipples erect and waiting for his descending mouth. He captured a succulent tip between his teeth and worked his tongue over the sensitive surface, sucking gently.
"Ummmmml That feels good!" she hissed. "But not as good as the other!"
His hands fumbled with his own clothing, but he kept his lips busy on her breasts until he was forced to release her long enough to shed trousers and shorts, freeing the towering column of his cock.
Sharon stared at it, finding it difficult to believe that she had actually contained the full, bloated length inside her body. It was even bigger than she remembered from watching it piston her mother's experienced cunt.
Jeb knelt before her, between her thighs, admiring the naked curves, letting his passion build to new heights. The girl was even lovelier than Sarah had been at that age, and more responsive. That, he admitted, was saying a lot, for Sarah Turner was always ready for a screwing session.
Jeb bent forward, pressing his lips between the nubile mounds, licking at the tender skin and tasting the girl's sweat and femininity on his exploring tongue.
He moved downward, slowly and carefully, timing each advance to the girl's responsive moans of pleasure. His belly slid over the furry mound, leaving a slippery path past his own navel as her juices clung to his skin. Then he was kissing the dainty indentation, feeling her stomach rise and fall beneath his mouth, running his tongue into the depression and making her hips squirm with passion.
His chin nudged the soft silk of her pubic triangle and he let his tongue follow the outline to the juncture of hip and thigh. His nostrils filled with the pungent scent of her pussy, its lips heavily laced with the juices of their furious union. Hunger filled him, demanding satisfaction.
Sharon felt it, too. Felt it and accepted it as part of the erotic picture they had chosen to paint with their combined lust. Her legs spread wider, heels digging into the hay. Her hips lifted.
"Kiss my pussy, Uncle Jeb!" she whispered. "I've always wondered what that would feel like. I've heard other girls talk about a boy eating them. Kiss it for me!"
With a groan, Jeb buried his face between Sharon's thighs, his mouth opening to clamp about the swollen lips of her cunt, the fleshy ridges puffed and reddened from his violent assault. His tongue melted into the furrow, tasting her fluids, then stiffening to find the webbed entrance, sliding into the vaginal opening and beginning a steady twisting inside the clenching sphincter.
"EEEEEEEE!" Sharon whined, her hands flashing down to seize his hair and shove his mouth still harder against her cunt. Her ass elevated and wiggled, grinding the excited flesh about his probing tongue.
"DONT ... STOP!" she panted. "I'M ... GONNA ... COME ... AGAIN!"
Jeb's nose pressed the peak of her cuntal furrow and he increased the speed of his tongue, racing it in and out, lashing the tender lips of her pussy before reaching up to lick furiously at her clitoris.
He tightened his lips over her slit and sucked, drawing the accumulated juices into his mouth, swirling them about with his saliva, then forcing the mixture back into the shuddering cave. His tongue tried to follow the frothy fluid, stretching as far as he could reach into the delicious depths and lashing the clutching walls.
Sharon's heels drummed against his back and her soft thighs clamped his ears. He dug his fingers into her ass and burrowed his mouth harder against the spasming cunt, sucking the tasty nectar from her with long tugs, gulping the fluid with noisy swallows. He knew from experience that a girl enjoyed being eaten a lot more if she could hear the guy actually swallowing her love juice.
The orgasmic writhings subsided and Jeb withdrew his tongue from its hot nest, licking at the still quivering labia. Sharon's legs relaxed and she seemed to sink more deeply into the soft hay, her body satisfied for the moment by the magic of his knowing tongue.
"Does it feel that good to a man when a girl blows him?" were her first words. She was still panting from the wild threshing of her ass.
He let her feel his breath in her cunt as he answered. "I expect it's about the same. It's good as hell! I know that!"
"Would you like for me to blow you?" she asked innocently. "I don't know how to do it. But I'd try to make it feel good!"
Jeb grinned at her, mentally measuring the width of his cock against the parted redness of her soft lips. God! She was a hot one! It was tempting, alright. He could tell her just how to use her tongue and how to relax her throat so he could shove his prick all the way into that hot enclosure. He could teach her, just as he had taught Sarah, and she would be just as willing.
But, it would be better if he went more slowly. Eat her and fuck hell out of her this time! The next time, maybe, he would let her suck him a little while. But not enough to make him come. He wanted to save that moment for the time when she was really hungry for his semen to spurt down her throat. That was when it was the best. Most guys liked to be sucked off anytime they could get a girl to take their cock in her mouth. But the ideal moment was when the girl really wanted it that way. That's when they tried to suck your balls right out the end of your cock, gulping the thick come like it was chicken gravy, even licking up the part that dribbled down onto your balls.
Still later, he would ease his fuckpole into her little ass. That was another technique which was best employed at just the proper time. A girl had to be really excited and still hot from a regular screwing, to willingly accept it up the rear for the first time. Then, she would give him a fucking he would never forget, damn nearly squeezing his cock off by tightening up those powerful muscles.
Sometimes, but not always, Jeb considered a tight ass superior to an equally tight cunt. The trouble was, of course, that most women got a little scared at the idea of that big pole shoving up their fannies. They could take it alright the other way, but it was much harder to get it started into the backdoor.
There was no longer any doubt in his mind that Sharon would cooperate in anything he suggested. Her offer to go down on him was sufficient proof of her complete willingness.
"I know you would, baby," he told her gently. "But I want some more of that pussy. And you ain't come all you can."
He crawled upward, letting her taste her own cunt by shoving his tongue into her mouth. She sucked it with little whimpers of pleasure and began working her crotch up to find his thrusting cock. He let it happen naturally, waiting until the head was centered in the slippery slit before applying the pressure that sent him sliding into her again.
It was even better than before and he fucked her with a steady stroking until the hay was wet with their combined sweat and Sharon had come nine times. He was proud of his retentive powers. It was one of the reasons for his success with women, old and young alike. Unless he was really hard up, he could hold back for two hours before spilling his load. Now, still hunching in and out, he panted: "When I start to come, sugar, I want you to squeeze that pussy as hard as you can! Okay?"
She gave a practice convulsion of her vaginal muscles. "Like that?"
"Just right!" he gasped. "And keep it up while you work your ass around and around!"
He pumped his prick into the steaming depths of the writhing cunt, dragging it out until only the head was held captive. His pelvis slammed down against hers, their bellies plopping, the sweat blending and sliding. His naked chest rubbed her taut-nippled breasts and his fingers clutched her ass as he fucked her, hunching harder and faster as the pre-orgasmic fury mounted in his tightening balls.
Harder! Making her grunt as the prick slammed into her and punched her womb upward, stretching her pussy into a sheath of quivering hunger for its first seminal tribute.
"OHHHHH! SHIT! HERE IT COMES! FUCK IT, BABY! FUCK IT!"
His excitement, together with the savage manipulation of her pussy, triggered yet another climax in the writhing, thrusting flesh beneath him. Sharon had no need to flex the slimy enclosure, for it was spasming with the mysterious rhythm that made it undulate along his jerking prick in perfect harmony with his spine wrenching spurts of hot come.
Cursing, Jeb clutched the girl to him, his ass hammering with short, rapid hunches that pounded the spitting head of his cock against her sucking womb. Sharon's hips writhed and circled, screwing her cunt about his shaft and milking it of the fiery liquid that drenched her deepest tissues before yielding to the vacuuming of her contracting uterus.
She could not feel the sperm as it lanced into her belly. But the powerful jerking and swelling of his prick marked each thundering jet, and her mind and body reacted in the age old feminine response of eager welcome.
Tugging his head until his face was directly over hers, she licked his panting lips with flashing tongue, casting inhibition aside in the sweet aftermath of completeness.
"Oh, Uncle Jeb!" she panted, her cunt still vibrating about his hilted cock. "You made me come twelve times!"
Jeb Turner raised his head and stared out through the open window of the barn loft, measuring the distance of the yellow sun from the tree rimmed horizon. There was still time. He grinned down at her, touching the tip of his tongue to her nose.
"Want to make it thirteen?"
Without waiting for a reply, he resumed the unbearably exciting motion, and the girl's ass answered with cooperative writhings, their moans of pleasure mingling with the sound of slapping flesh.
"Nineteen!" she moaned in a weak voice when his second copious ejaculation had showered her depths. "Don't make me come anymore! Please! I'm so weak I don't believe I can even walk to the house. Mama will know something's wrong!"
Jeb used a faded bandana to wipe his semen smeared cock. Then, folding it into a small pad, he handed it to the girl and watched her tuck it against the oozing lips of her cunt before pulling the panties up to hold it in place.
"You'll be alright in a few minutes," he assured her. "It's because this is the first time. That's all. Pretty soon, you'll be able to give me some five or six times a day."
Her lips curved in a grin. "I could," she said impishly. "But, could you?"
"Honey," he drawled. "With a pussy like that around, I'm gonna have a hard twenty four hours a day."
Sharon slipped into her dress and ran her fingers through the sweat drenched blonde hair. She drew herself to a kneeling position in the straw, smoothing the dress about her narrow waist and flaring hips.
"What if mama found out about us?" she asked, refusing to meet his eyes.
"She ain't gonna make no fuss," he said quietly. "Long as I give her some. Your maw's a hot number, sugar. She knows what it's like to have her pussy itchin' for a hard dick! She ain't gonna say nothin'. Anyway, she don't have to know about it for a while."
TWO
Mancey Turner twisted the wheel, steering the wheezing pickup around an unusually deep chughole. He growled an oath and dragged his bare forearm across his sweat streaked forehead.
Goddamn this Mississippi weather! It was either so fucking hot you couldn't stand to stick your head out of the shade, or raining so hard you didn't dare go out in it. Who the hell could raise crops in a climate like this? If the ground wasn't baked to a cracked, crumbly hardness, it was a sea of sticky mud to be tracked into the house where it promptly got into everything, including the food.
For five years he had promised Sarah and Sharon he would pick up a second hand air conditioner for the house. But every time he had enough money in his pocket to swing the deal, he would find another purpose with greater immediacy.
Like today, for example. He had picked up fifteen dollars from the floating crap game in town. That, together with the twelve bucks he already had, would make an acceptable down payment on one of the reconditioned rigs at Smith's Appliance Store. And he had every intention of going straight over and signing the papers. Then, on the corner below the store, he had bumped into Obie and Carrie Nelson.
Obie was drunk. Pissy-assed drunk, was the way Carrie put it, struggling to keep the limber-legged Obie from sinking to the sidewalk. The motion of her young body dislodged one shoulder strap of the tight print dress and Mancey got an eye popping view of her right breast before she managed to tug the cloth back over the finger-sized nipple and its dollar-sized areola of dimpled brownish pink.
Damn! He hadn't realized what a pair of jugs Carrie Nelson was carting around on that five foot frame. He felt his cock twitch in interest and he stepped forward, insinuating his brawny arm between Carrie's body and that of her husband, managing to press the thrusting mound with a deft motion of his wrist, testing its resiliency.
The girl was aware of what he was doing. But her eyes registered no protest as she surrendered Obie's weight to the big man. Straightening her dress, she smoothed the fabric over the lush hips with a movement that seemed almost caressing to Mancey's open stare.
"How the hell did he get like this so damn early in the day?" Mancey demanded, supporting Obie by wrapping his arm around the smaller man's waist.
"He got his welfare check yesterday," Carrie answered. "That's the last I saw of him til I found him at the pool room a few minutes ago."
She sighed, lifting the big tits and letting the nipples slide under the straining cloth. "We was plumb out of groceries."
Mancey jerked Obie into a more comfortable position. "You been through his pockets?" , "He ain't got a penny," Carrie said. "Even his pocket book's gone."
Mancey glanced up and down the street. If old man Baker, the town's daytime policeman, happened by, he'd run Obie in regardless of their protests.
"Where's his car?" Mancey asked, scanning, the curb for the battered Plymouth.
"I can't find it," Carrie told him. "He ain't even got the keys in his pocket. It'd be just like him to sell it, so he could buy another bottle."
Mancey ignored the remark. He was too familiar with the temptation to criticize a fellow sufferer. He nodded across the street to where the pickup was angle parked.
"I'll help you get him home," he offered. "There ain't nothin' you can do here."
Carrie hesitated. "Ain't much I can do there, either. Like I told you, he spent ever cent we had."
Mancey fumbled in his pocket with his free hand, dragging out a wrinkled ten dollar bill. He extended it, awkwardly.
"Take this and get some stuff," he growled. "I'll take him on over to the truck."
Carrie accepted the money without looking up at him. Her other hand brushed her dark hair back from the pretty face. "I don't know when we can pay you back," she ventured.
"Just go on and get the grub," Mancey grunted. He was already beginning to drag the limp figure toward the curb. His eyes watched Carrie's retreating bottom, the buttocks rising and falling in alternating rhythm.
Jesus I he mused, half carrying, half dragging the man across the street, how the hell had Obie Nelson ever latched onto a piece of ass like that?
He dumped Obie in the seat, pushing his legs inside and slamming the door. Leaning against the dented fender, he mulled the problem over in his brain.
Obie's first wife had died about five years back and he had hit the bottle for the next three. Then, on one of his trips to Jackson, he had met Carrie, bringing her back to the run down farm as his wife.
For most of the next two years, Obie had cut down on his drinking and taken whatever work he could find. Mancey hadn't talked with him in some months, so he had no idea why the man had suddenly fallen off the wagon so completely.
Hell! he concluded. A man didn't need much of a reason when the crops wouldn't grow and nobody wanted to pay more than three dollars for a full day's work. He'd do the same thing if it were not for the fact that he could exact a living from his ability to handle cards and dice so well.
With narrowed eyes he watched Carrie come out of the store, two big sacks hiding the attractive breasts. He let his gaze drop to the slender legs, bare and smooth as the short dress revealed them high up on the tanned thighs. His cock stiffened a little more as he wondered what she was like in the sack.
She must be easily pleased, he grinned to himself. Obie had been shortchanged when they handed out peckers and he was at least twenty years older than the girl.
He took the bags from her and deposited them in the bed of the pickup, shaking his head at the single bill and change she held out to him.
"You may need it," he said gruffly. "Put it away."
He yanked open the door and indicated that she should slide in from the driver's side. The view of those flashing legs, exposed still more by the upward climb of her dress, sent a wave of desire through his loins and his cock became a thickening bulge in his trousers.
He climbed in beside her, his thigh pressing against hers in the close quarters. He shifted it, making a deliberate caress of the friction and she failed to withdraw the warm flesh as he set the truck in motion.
"How's Sarah and Sharon?" the girl asked, her shoulder bumping his as the truck swayed and jerked. She had both hands in her lap, nervously folding the bill about the coins and twisting the package in her fingers.
"Doin' fine," he answered. "Sharon'll be startin' back to school 'fore long."
She glanced at his profile, her face still lowered. "She's an awful pretty girl. I'll bet the fellers are all after her."
Mancey chuckled. "She gets her share of attention, I reckon. I ain't heard her complain none."
He guided the pickup onto the county road and took the opportunity to rub his thigh against hers again, making the gesture more obvious. Her flesh was firm, its warmth penetrating his trousers and feeding the desire in his swelling cock. He glanced over at Obie, slumped against the door in drooling oblivion.
"Reckon he'll be out for quite a while," he observed, dropping his eyes to the thrusting outline of her tits.
"I reckon," she nodded. "He may not wake up 'fore mornin'."
The truck dipped into a jagged rut and Mancey fought the wheel with a growl. Carrie's arm rubbed his, their sweat blending in the slippery union.
"You got big muscles," she observed. "I'll bet you sure are strong." The words were innocent, but the tone carried more than casual interest. Mancey grinned down at her.
"Just a big man," he answered. Then, still smiling, he added, "Big all over."
Carrie's face reddened, but she answered his grin with one of her own, giving his arm a playful nudge of her shoulder to let him know she understood his meaning.
Mancey goosed the truck up the narrow lane and into the dusty yard of the three room shack, scattering the wilting chickens with the roar of the engine. He climbed out and turned, waiting for Carrie and catching her waist with both hands as she slid from the seat. His fingers tightened about the warm softness, almost meeting as she exhaled.
Effortlessly, he lifted her to the ground and let his hands slide downward over the flaring hips before withdrawing them. Carrie's body quivered and the blush deepened. Her lips hung like dew-covered red melons, trembling slightly in their slight parting. "You're even stronger than I thought," she said softly, placing her own hands on her waist, covering the area where Mancey's fingers had gripped her.
"Bigger, too," Mancey answered, finding the gesture strangely exciting. He turned, knowing that the girl could see the bulge of his stiffening cock and not bothering to hide it. Walking around the front of the truck, he opened the door and dragged the sleeping Obie out, gathering him up like a child in his big arms. "Where do you want me to put him?"
"Just lay him on the porch," she answered, retrieving the bags from the pickup's bed. "It's cooler out here than in the house. That's where he generally sleeps off his drunks."
Mancey stretched Obie out on the rough planking and stood watching as Carrie approached. He stepped forward and opened the sagging screen door.
"How did you get to town?" he asked curiously.
"I got Skeeter Lewis to bring me," she told him. "Him and Tammy was goin' to the doctor's. Skeeter's got something wrong with his leg."
She pushed her bottom against the wood door, frowning as it squeaked in protest, swinging back on rusty hinges. Her eyes met his, lids lowering and lashes failing to hide the sensuous glitter.
"Want to come in for a minute?" she asked quietly. Nodding, Mancey followed her through the shabby room and into the kitchen, watching her balance the two bags on the cracked enamel of an ancient cabinet. Without turning, she rummaged in one of them and called: "I got a six pack of Millers. Obie don't like it, but I know you do." She turned, setting the plastic ringed cans on the bare table.
"That's mighty thoughtful," Mancey said. He dragged one of the spindly chairs out and sank onto it, wresting a can from the pack and snapping it open, sliding it across to the girl. "Here! Wash some of the dust off."
She took it, wrapping both hands around the cold metal, waiting for him to open his own. He raised it, eyeing her over the top. "What'll we drink to?" he asked.
"Whatever you say," she responded, matching her tone to his in softness.
He grinned, rubbing the cool can against his chin as he let his eyes drift down to her breasts in open admiration. Carrie followed his gaze, separating her hands to give him greater visual access. He noted the gesture and his grin broadened.
"Reckon we could drink to them," he suggested. "You mind?"
She shook her head, slowly and without raising her eyes. "I ... I ain't never had nobody do that," she admitted. "It's kinda exciting."
Mancey hitched the chair around the table and rested one arm on the back of hers, just touching her shoulders. He clicked his can against hers, letting their fingers brush.
"As pretty as they are," he said, lowering his voice to a near whisper, "this ought to be champagne."
She squirmed, affected by both his words and the pressure of his arm on her shoulders. "I don't see how you can tell with this old dress. I ain't got no real nice clothes."
Mancey warmed to the task. "With a figure like yours, you ought to have silks and satins." He became bolder. "I'll bet you'd be a knockout in them fancy black things."
She took a sip of the beer to hide her momentary confusion and Mancey gulped down half of his own. He placed the can on the table and used his hand to cup her face, turning it toward him as he studied the youthful features.
"Yes, sir!" he said heartily. "You're a real pretty woman. It's a damn shame you ain't appreciated."
Carrie's lips trembled and she moistened them with a slow sliding of her tongue. "I... I..."
Mancey never knew what she had intended to say, for he drew her forward and covered her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue between the soft lips and squirming it against hers.
For a moment, she was motionless. Then, the tongue responded with a sensuous writhing and she worked her lips under his kiss with slow, arousing motions.
Mancey's big hand slid down to cup her breast, palming it and squeezing it through the thin cloth, finding it firm and taut, the nipple strutting against his caress with immediate hardening. The contact stiffened his cock to a powerful throbbing and he made a groaning sound as his lips lifted from hers.
"Jesus! You got sweet lips!"
"You kiss good!" she answered breathlessly, pretending to ignore the hand that fondled her breast, squeezing the nipple between thumb and two fingers, rolling it and pulling it outward as if the cloth barrier did not exist.
"I do everything good," he grinned. He surrendered the tit and finished his beer with one long gulp. "Drink up! You're slow."
"You ain't!" she giggled, raising the can and taking another long sip. Mancey used the moment to drop his hand to her knee, curving his fingers about the warm curve before sliding them upward, the touch of her warm softness sending almost painful demands to his rearing prick. He could feel the slow tightening of his balls, demanding and hungry.
He kissed her again, finding her lips even more yielding than before. Her tongue slid into his mouth of its own volition, quivering as he sucked its spongy sweetness and nibbled gently with his strong teeth.
His hand inched upward, working its way under the hem of the cheap dress and toying with the softer flesh of her inner thigh. Carrie's legs trembled and she let her knees slip farther apart in expectation. Their lips separated.
"You don't really want the rest of that damn beer," he said softly. "Do you?"
She shook her head, staring at him with half closed eyes. He pulled his hand from under her dress and took the can from her hand, placing it on the table. Standing, he pulled her up and against him, pressing the tremendous bulge of his erection into the yielding mound of her belly. His hands slipped back to clasp the resilient globes of her firm little ass, holding her as he worked the massive cock against her. Their kiss was wild and wet, saliva escaping the writhing union and coating their chins as the tongues swirled and probed.
He picked her up, holding her against his broad chest as he walked back through the living room and into the third cubicle where the sagging bed waited. Setting her on her feet, he plucked at the dress, raising it over the flared hips and upward along her lifted arms.
She stripped the panties down and kicked the worn sandals aside, standing naked and beautiful as he unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his trousers.
"We oughten to do this, Mancey," she protested, her tone registering resignation. "Sarah's my best friend."
He stared at the curly hair of her triangle and the darker cleft of her waiting cunt. "I ain't plannin' on discussing this with her," he said lightly. "Are you?"
She didn't answer, for his trousers and shorts dropped and she got her first look at his monstrous prick, its bloated length arching up and out from his hairy crotch and drawing the huge globes of leathery skin upward.
Carrie gasped, her breasts thrusting forward with the sudden intake of breath. Her eyes widened in a mixture of fear and admiration.
"Lord!" she whispered fiercely. "Sarah said you were big! But she didn't say you was like ... like this!"
"I told you I was big all over," he grinned.
"I ain't. ..." she began, licking her full lips nervously. "I mean, I never. ..."
"Stop worrying!" he admonished. "You know what they say: the bigger they are, the better they are!"
Her grin was unconvinced, but he pressed her down onto the bed, straddling her nakedness and covering her mouth with his in a long wet kiss that brought her arms up to cling to his massive shoulders as if seeking to draw courage from his strength.
His lips slid downward to fasten over a taut nipple, his tongue rolling it as he sucked, gently at first, then harder when her soft moan evidenced her enjoyment.
"Ummmmm!" she breathed, "I like that. Obie just jumps on and does it. He don't never play around none. You know how to heat a woman up."
He was working on the other tit, sucking it into his mouth until almost the entire mound was between his moist lips, his tongue racing back and forth across the spongy tip. Beneath him, Carrie's hips were writhing, her warm thighs brushing the head of his cock as they shifted in excitement.
"A man ain't a man," he murmured, releasing her and moving still lower, "who don't enjoy sucking a girl's titties."
His tongue speared her deep navel and she giggled, her fingers resting lightly on his bowed head. He licked downward over the curve of her belly until he reached the silky curls of her cunt hair. The fingers gripped him with sudden urgency-
"No, Mancey!" she panted. "Don't go any lower! Don't!"
The scent of her pussy filled his nostrils, warm and musky, setting his pulse pounding more furiously and increasing the tension in his throbbing cock. Her protest made it even better. Mancey loved to eat a woman who insisted that she hated the touch of a man's mouth on her cunt. It was amusing to see their quick about face once his tongue started fluttering around inside their snatches.
He ignored Carrie's clutching fingers and slid his chin down through the moist silk, extending his tongue to dip into the crease of her cuntal lips at the very top, then draw it downward through the groove until he could spear it into the quivering entrance of her pussy.
She gave a choked cry as the stiffened probe entered her and her legs drew up, widening until the thighs were able to clamp Mancey's head. The fingers that had resisted his approach now pushed his face deeper into her furry crotch. His lips sucked the slippery folds into his mouth and his tongue licked the pulsating walls with rapid twistings.
"Ohhhhh!" she panted. "Ohhhh Lord! That feels good!" Her ass wriggled in the clasp of his big hands, grinding the hungry cunt against his greedy mouth as the pleasure washed away the last of her futile resistance.
Mancey stroked the shivering pussy with long sweeps of his curving tongue, broadening it to caress the sensitive lips as he worked it in and out, then stiffening its tip to massage the prominent clitoral button and send her agile ass into a more frantic writhing.
He savored the juice that oozed from her slippery quim, holding it in his mouth and tasting its tart goodness before swallowing with a satisfied grunt. It was one of his favorite methods of satisfying the insatiable demands of his huge body and its equally large appendage. With Carrie, as with so many of the girls he had enjoyed, it was necessary to get that snatch as slippery as possible. Otherwise, he could never fit that oversized prick into the narrow channel of their cunt.
The first few times, he had regarded the act as a necessity, finding it neither distasteful, nor particularly interesting. Then, as he began to take note of their response to the different movements of tongue and lips, he began to find pleasure in the taste and feel of the soft, juicy flesh.
Carrie's cunt was unusually tasty. Perhaps it was because of her youth, or because Obie hadn't banged her too often. Maybe, he concluded, it was because she had never been really sucked before and the novelty added something to the delicious nectar that coated his writhing tongue. Whatever it was, it was good.
"Ohhhhhhh! Mancey! Darling! Sweetheart! You're gonna make me ... come!" The girl's cries were frantic gasps as her body twisted and heaved in the grip of mounting ecstasy.
Mancey withdrew his tongue just long enough to answer, "Make it come for me, baby! Make this sweet pussy wiggle for me!"
Carrie accepted the invitation with a fierce clamping of her velvet thighs about his ears. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair as her ass lifted and circled.
Mancey's tongue became a driving snake, hot and probing, lashing the spasming cuntal walls and sliding through the pulsating membranes with ever increasing speed. His lips tugged and chewed the spongy tissue, gathering the folds into his mouth and sucking them as the tongue flashed and licked.
Her ass jerked, beating and bobbing in orgasmic rhythm, her cries became hoarse whines and her thighs strained and quivered with the violence of the climax. Mancey's tongue was gripped by the convulsing labia and sucked deeper into her pussy by the repeated contractions.
"Oh, Mancey! Oh, sweetheart!" she whimpered, when she was finally able to shape her lips into recognizable words. "Nobody ever done that for me before! It's so good! So wonderful!"
He raised his head, sliding his wet lips through her pubic bush, then wiping them against the smoothness of her heaving belly, licking away the last trace of her juice before sliding upward to hover above her nakedness, his swollen cock thrusting just above her steaming cunt.
"You've got good pussy, Carrie," he said hoarsely. "Just like I knowed you had. You know what I'm gonna do now?"
The blonde head nodded, the eyes gleaming.
Her nails dug into his sweating shoulders and her knees clenched his hovering hips.
"Tell me what I'm gonna do, baby!" he demanded.
"You're gonna ... fuck ... me!" she whispered, her lips shaping the words with effort.
He kissed her, letting her taste her own juice from his twisting tongue. "Where am I gonna fuck you, Carrie? Where?"
She licked her lips, leaving them wet and trembling. "In my pussy!" she panted. "Oh, Mancey! Do it! Fuck me! I ain't never been so hot!"
"Put it in for me, sugar," he demanded. "And tell me what you're doin'. I want to hear you describe it. Okay?"
Her hand groped between them, the fingers wrapping about the engorged shaft of his cock. She squeezed it.
"You're so big!" she whispered fiercely. "Like a horse!"
She guided the head of his rod into her cuntal furrow, making him groan as the heat of her snatch bathed his glans. He pressed down and felt the resistance of her tight opening.
"What am I doing?" he hissed.
"You're sticking your prick in me!"
"Where? Damn it!"
"In my pussy! Ohhhhhh! It's big!"
"You've just got a tight cunt, baby! Just relax! It'll go!"
He managed to work the head into the clutching embrace and let her squirming draw him deeper into the slimy channel. She cried out, her hands dropping to flatten against his chest, pushing him upward.
"Noooo! Please! Mancey! It's too big! It hurts! Don't!"
He forced another inch into the resisting cunt. "You can take it, baby!" he encouraged. "Stop fighting it! If you'll just relax that pussy, it'll slide right on in there and we can both enjoy it! Stop tightenin' up like that!"
"I'm trying!" she sobbed, tears spilling from her eyes and trickling down her flushed cheeks. "You're so damned big!"
Mancey calculated that he had about four inches packed into the girl's protesting snatch. He stopped pressing and felt the slow relaxation of her body. The rise and fall of her breasts scraped the nipples against his chest and he moved his torso in cooperation.
"You work a little, Carrie," he suggested. "I'll just hold it still and you sort of squirm your cunt around on it."
She shifted her arms, placing them about his neck and her hips gave a tentative wiggle. The snug fit of his cock in that deliciously tight squeeze amplified the movement and made them both gasp.
"That's the way!" he prompted. "Can you keep doin' that?"
"I'll ... try!" she panted. She sucked her lower hp between her even teeth, clamping it with a frown of determination. Her ass pushed upward and her hips circled, beginning to pump as the incredible frictioning sent the resulting thrills back into her writhing belly. Her cunt slid up and down that four inch portion, edging farther up the shaft with each hungry slide.
Mancey clenched his teeth and dug his fingers into the wrinkled sheet in a desperate effort to hold his hips motionless. The feel of that pussy, clenching and slipping about him was tearing away his resistance.
"That's it!" he gasped. "Push that cunt up higher!"
"UNNNGGG!" she grunted as her ass elevated and the throbbing head shoved an inch deeper into the clenching tissues.
"OOOOOOOOHHHH!" as the monster gained another inch, stretching the pliant membranes to their capacity and sawing their tender surface with her pelvic gyrations. Her cunt seemed to tighten even more.
"Ohhhhh! Mancey! Fuck me! I've got to have it! Fuck me!"
"Yes, baby! Yes!"
His lips followed hers, driving his cock into the straining pussy. Her ass burrowed into the mattress where its retreat was blocked, leaving it helpless to prevent its penetration by that throbbing hardness.
"OOOOOH! OH GOD! OH!"
He didn't give her all of it. She wasn't completely ready, for one thing. Too, he knew that the forced thrust through that last hot inner folding would trigger the orgasm that was already swelling his huge balls with its roiling come.
But the savage thrust had probed her cunt to an unprecedented depth and her belly was heaving as he slowly pulled out of the torrid grip, making her squirm and whimper as his prick slid through the aroused tissues, twisting and massaging them until the spasming lips of her cunt blocked his escape by clamping the shaft just behind the flaring corona.
In again, his buttocks tensing to drive the thick shaft still deeper in the convulsing pussy, wringing another cry from her panting lips as the invader filled her belly with its throbbing heat.
"Damn!" he grated, his lips moving against her ear as he retreated and shoved again, feeling the head of his prick press the soft depths of her cunt, grinding and probing, forcing the reluctant tissues to yield under his determined assault.
The cock rammed, splitting the juicy slit with its prodigious length, filling her eager cunt as she had never dreamed possible, stretching the slippery membranes into a spasming sheath that gripped and shivered against his frictioning hardness.
"Wiggle that sweet ass for me, baby!" he panted, his hips pounding up and down between the quivering columns of her raised thighs. "Work that pussy!"
Carrie's legs scissored his waist, her heels crossing to drum against his rising and falling ass, digging into the bouncing flesh to lever her cunt upward, meeting his savage thrusts with determined grunts and a relaxation of her vaginal muscles, permitting the enormous cock to hilt itself in the torrid embrace.
Her hips circled and weaved, grinding the pussy walls about his sliding prick, increasing the exquisite sensation of frictioning flesh. The powerful muscles tightened and loosened, adding to his pleasure and increasing her own ecstasy with each savage thrust and withdrawal.
The bed was squeaking, the ancient springs protesting the rhythmic pumping of the meshing hips. The sounds of his assault blended with Carrie's bleating cries and Mancey's hoarse grunts. Her cuntal juices became a slimy froth that ringed his prick, creating a wet, squishing slurp as the shaft pistoned in and out through the straining lips of her pussy.
"I'm ... gonna ... come, ... Carrie!" he panted, punctuating each word with a vicious jab of his cock into the depths of her greedy cunt.
Her legs climbed higher about his waist, ankles locking in the small of his sweating, arching back, her ass grinding and twisting.
"Yesssss!" she gasped, fingernails digging into the tensing muscles of his huge shoulders. "Give it to me!"
Mancey slipped his big hands under the girl's busy ass, clutching the writhing buttocks and pulling them still higher, exposing the delicious opening to his ramming, pounding cock. He fucked her with breathtaking speed and force, slamming his pelvic arch down until his balls were wedged in the plump crease of her trembling bottom. The head of his prick jammed deeper, shoving her womb upward in her writhing belly, creating a depth she did not believe possible, but welcomed with frantic yelps of ecstasy.
He hit the short rows, burrowing his head into the sweat soaked pillow beside her tangled hair and fucking her with short, pumping strokes that made her gasp with their force and frequency. Carrie had never before had a prick so deep inside her, nor been screwed so furiously. As for size, the cock Mancey was jabbing against her shivering womb was larger than those of which she dreamed on those nights when her pussy felt as if it were on fire with the heat of unsatisfied desire.
Mancey's ass lifted and trembled, the muscles knotting as the powerful forces within his belly gathered and exploded, hurling his hot come through his swelling, jerking prick to blast against her churning, spasming womb.
Carrie's pussy convulsed with each bolt of the fiery cream, squeezing the cock even as it swelled in the rhythm of ejaculation. Her ass twisted in Mancey's hands, screwing the hungry cunt about his prong, milking it with shuddering undulations. She was unable to breathe for the last few seconds of her gut searing climax. The ecstasy was too great, the surges of pleasure too powerful. They locked her diaphragm with their incredible sensation and made her hips work even faster to extract the last ounce of delight from the unbearable junction of their quivering bodies.
"I didn't know a man could come so much!" she whispered when the tremors had subsided and Mancey's cock stilled its wild jerking in her shivering pussy. He was hard. But the occasional movement of the shaft was gentle. "Obie just comes a little bit."
He kissed the tip of her nose. "Don't it feel good when Obie screws you?"
"Sometimes," she admitted. "If I'm real excited to start with. But it ain't nothin' like what you done! There ain't nothin' ever made me feel like that! Lord! If I was married to you, I'd fuck you to death!" She emphasized the statement with a quick tightening of her cunt and he laughingly rammed his prick deep in its semen slickened folds, making her ass wiggle in happy acceptance.
"They ain't never built the woman that can do that!" he boasted. "But, if it could be done, you'd be the one to do it! That pussy of yours is just about the best yet!"
"Fuck me some more, Mancey!" she pleaded, her fingers stroking his dark hair and her hips stirring restlessly, working the mushy grip of her cunt about his prong. "It's been so long since anybody made me feel like a real woman."
He was content to let her hips provide the slight friction which brought his cock to a new erection. It was better, he had learned, when the woman's impatient pelvic motion convinced him of her renewed desire. Damn a bitch who just lay there, letting you wonder whether she wanted you off or on. Mancey preferred his woman to be bold where sex was concerned. To him, there were few things more disgusting than a grown woman pretending disinterest in a hard dick when her pussy was drooling for a savage fucking.
He didn't ask her if she wanted to turn over. Keeping his cock well entrenched in her squeezing cunt, he threw one leg outside hers and rolled, his powerful arms holding her against his body until he was on his back and she was on top, gasping with the shifting of his huge rod inside her.
Knowingly and eagerly, she drew her knees forward, screwing her ass about with the effort, adjusting her lovely curves to this new position. She knelt above him, leaning forward with hands, palm down on his chest, staring into his eyes with undisguised excitement. She raised her hips, the sleek thighs swelling and hardening in his light grip, her pussy sliding slowly upward on his throbbing prick. His slight frown and harrowed eyes told her of his pleasure and she smiled her own satisfaction at being able to please the big man.
She paused at the top of the stroke, her cuntal lips gripping the knob of his cock. Her belly tightened and Mancey gave a sharp gasp, his hips trembling.
"What the hell did you do?"
She smiled, a mixture of intimacy and impishness in the curve of her full lips. "What did it feel like?"
His hands tightened on her taut thighs. "Do it again!"
The belly muscles flexed and he groaned, pushing his cock upward into the searing clutch of her pussy. She aided him by lowering her ass, taking the enormous rod into the slickened passage until her silken bush rested in the thick tangle of his own pubic hair.
"Jesus!" he grunted. "It felt like you was chewin' on the damn thing! Where in hell did you learn to do that?"
She shrugged, making her tits jiggle. "I read about a girl doing that," she confessed. "So I started practicin', usin' my finger. I figured it'd be a lot easier to do with a man's dick. Do you like it?"
"Shit, yes! Do it some more and just slip it up and down a little bit!"
Willingly, the hips rose, dragging the encircling lips of her cunt back up the staff until they gripped him just beneath the flaring rim of the pulsing head. She bit her lower hp in concentration and Mancey felt the vaginal muscles contract about his glans in a sliding undulation. At the same instant, she forced the churning caress down over his cock, enveloping the last three inches in the fantastic caress, then slid the embrace upward again, repeating the gesture in a series of short, rapid strokings that made him cry out with the sheer ecstasy of the thing she was doing.
His hands found her waist, thumbs pressing the undulating belly and the fingers curving with the outsweep of hips and thighs, forcing her into longer strokes that carried the churning pussy farther down his savagely jerking cock.
"Oh goddamn!" he panted, hunching up to meet her descending ass and hilting his prick in the incredible tightness. "I ain't never fucked nothin' like that! Keep it up, baby! Do it! I'm gonna come so hard it'll blow your head off!"
Carrie leaned back, her hips still pumping. Her hands went to her swaying breasts, fingers splaying to capture the pliant mounds, palming and squeezing as she fucked him. Her head rolled, neck veins throbbing and swelling with the powerful onrush of pre-orgasmic passion.
Mancey's thumbs slid into the slick peak of her cuntal trough, burrowing lower to where the lips were tightened by the width of his enormous cock, finding the quivering clitoral bud as Carrie's cunt unfolded in the upward retreat. He employed the tips of both thumbs in a massage of the delicate button, losing it as the pussy was drawn inward by the entrance of his prick, and recapturing it as Carrie's ass shivered upward once again.
There were no words. Only the wrenched groans and strangled cries of increasing ecstasy as she fucked him, riding the huge cock with pounding rhythm until her pussy exploded in a gut tearing climax that sucked his spurting come with perfectly matched contractions of the wildly shivering vaginal grip.
An hour later, her lips swollen from their savage kisses and her cunt still dripping from the copious volleys of sperm he had blasted into her, Carrie draped her forearms on the door of the pickup and lifted her mouth to his for one last gesture of the intimacy they had shared.
"Tell Obie I'll see him in a day or so," he said, starting the engine and raising his voice above its noisy roar.
"When will we. .. ?" She paused, frowning.
He grinned, rubbing his knuckles lightly across the smooth line of her jaw. "Pretty soon!" he promised. "It'll take me a while to get over the fuckin' you gave me."
Her cheek dimpled in an answering smile of pleasure at the compliment. Her fingers caught his hand and squeezed it, carrying it to her lips for a warm kiss of gratitude.
"After today," she said slowly, "I'd let you screw me with Obie and Sarah both standin' there watchin' us!"
"Reckon how they'd feel about that?" he grinned. "You just look after that little pussy, Carrie. I'll be droppin' around one of these days."
She was still staring after him as he turned onto the county road, her arms folded under the big tits and her legs slightly spread to ease her burning cunt.
THREE
Tammy Lewis thumbed through the tattered pages of an ancient magazine, fully conscious of the open stare of the handsome youth who sat directly across from her in the small waiting room.
Her skirt had climbed halfway between dimpled knees and lush hips, and the boy was ogling the expanse of firm thigh with undisguised interest, shifting his legs to hide the swelling at his crotch.
Tammy suppressed a chuckle. The lad couldn't have been more than seventeen. But his body was developed to exciting muscular perfection and the outline of his growing cock had proved particularly interesting to Tammy's quick glance. In full erection, it would probably be more than eight inches long.
Pretending to be absorbed in the magazine, she surrendered to the fantasy of having the young man climb between her legs and ease that strong young cock into her welcoming cunt.
The thought sent a shiver of desire through her upper thighs and deep inside the pulsating lips of her plump pussy and she squeezed her thighs together, shivering at the slight pressure. Her tits tingled under the sheer fabric of the clinging blouse, the nipples punching cute tips just above the center of the prominent mounds.
Christ! If she didn't get laid pretty soon, she would have to accept Amanda French's offer and indulge in a limited affair with the attractive woman. Not since the age of fourteen had Tammy explored the pleasures of oral sex with another female. But the idea was becoming increasingly tempting.
Skeeter, her husband of four years, had managed to keep her reasonably satisfied, making up in frequency for his lack in size. Although he stood six-three in his bare feet, Skeeter Lewis sported a diminutive pecker only five inches long.
He had apologized, that first time, and beamed happily when she assured him that size was unimportant if the participants really loved each other. Then he had fucked her seven times during the first night of their brief honeymoon.
Tammy had encouraged Skeeter to employ his tongue in the caressing of her insatiable cunt. But Skeeter had adamantly refused. People who did that, he protested, were like animals. He wanted his sex straight and decent, as he put it, and he ignored even her thinly veiled suggestion that he mount her from the rear, just to add variety to their mating.
Three months ago, he had pulled a muscle in his left leg. Since then, while nursing him like an overgrown infant, Tammy's only relief had come from her flashing fingers, digging into the juicy cleft with frantic massage.
How would the youth react, she wondered, if she were to suddenly look across at him and ask him if he would like to eat her pussy? If she was any judge of men, he would be willing to perform the ritual right there in the sterile surroundings of Dr. Smother's waiting room.
Wouldn't that give the other patients a shock? she mused. She would have been tempted to let him do it. The hunger in her twat was becoming a gut wrenching ache that was constant, distorting her actions and sending erotic images flashing through her mind at the most inopportune moments.
A pot bellied nurse stuck her head around the corner of the door and called two names. When the patients had dutifully followed her out of the room, Tammy saw that she and the youth were the only ones left.
She risked a quick glance and found her eyes locked with his, unable to tear themselves from the fierce hunger in the lad's gleaming orbs. Her face burned with the swift rush of blood. But the blush was minor compared to the sharp bite of desire in her belly.
'You're Skeeter's woman," he said suddenly, displaying strong even teeth in a faint smile. "You're even prettier than I'd heard about."
Tammy found herself answering the smile with one of her own, the youth's voice sending surges of heat through her eager cunt. She dropped the magazine to her lap, giving him her full attention.
"Do you know Skeeter?" she asked.
He laughed, an easy sound that she found strangely pleasant. "We're cousins," he explained. "I guess he never mentioned me. Our families are not too close anymore. My name's Davis. Ronald Davis."
Tammy nodded her head in acknowledgement. "I'm surprised Skeeter didn't say something about it," she complained. "I didn't know we had such handsome relatives."
His smile broadened. "Careful, cousin," he teased. "I have the reputation of being quite a wolf. I might take advantage of a remark like that. After all, you're a mouth watering female."
"I've handled my share of wolves," she retorted, aware that his gaze had fallen to her thighs again, bold and exciting. "Unless," she added, "you have some secret weapon I haven't heard about." She dragged the words out suggestively.
He shook his head. "There's only one way we could settle an argument like this." His eyes lifted, challenging hers. "But you're a very married woman!" He made the statement seem a question with his tone.
"And you're a relative," she replied. "That does make a difference."
"It could," he conceded. "Want to find out?"
Tammy's thighs trembled, pressing the flaming arousal in her aching cunt. The youth had left no doubt of his intention. All she had to do was give him the right answer and he could solve the problem which was plaguing her.
"Are you here to see the doctor?" she avoided.
"Check," he answered. "But not as a patient. We go hunting together about twice a month. I just dropped by to see if he could get away this weekend."
Tammy was framing her next sentence when the nurse waddled out, nodding to the youth and smiling apologetically at Tammy.
"Lord!" she exclaimed. "I'll bet you think we're as slow as Christmas around here. The doctor wanted me to tell you that he's gonna send your husband upstairs for some more X-rays. That'll take about an hour, this time of the day. So, if you want to do some shoppin', or somethin'..."
Tammy nodded. "Thank you for telling me." She shot a quick glance at Ronald Davis and saw his eyebrows lift questioningly. She turned back to the nurse.
"Please tell my husband that I'll just go back home. He can drive alright, so he can bring the car when he's all finished."
There was a moment of silence after the nurse had gone. Then the young man's soft remark sent her desire soaring upward.
"That gives us just enough time to get really acquainted, cousin. My car is parked right outside."
Tammy didn't trust her voice. With a nod, she stood up, noting that the youth towered over her as he cupped his hand under her elbow. He leaned down as he opened the office door and whispered, "I mean really acquainted."
In the plush interior of the Chrysler, she watched his fingers insert the key and pause. "You don't really want to go home," he said quietly.
She shook her head. "No."
"Anywhere in particular?"
Again she wagged her head. Then, with a choked sound, she added, "Just hurry! Please!"
Ronald eased the big car from the curb and swung onto the highway, gathering speed as the town fell away behind them. He made no attempt at conversation, contenting himself with a tuneless whistle and an occasional glance at her exposed thighs. His cock was a pronounced ridge in the tailored slacks, jerking with desire and swelling even more as the highway floated past beneath them.
Braking with skillful pressure, he guided the Chrysler off the macadam and onto a narrow dusty lane, slowing still more as he nosed the car beneath the drooping branches of a huge tree and around a sharp bend. Then he cut the engine and turned to face her.
"We're completely out of sight from the road, cousin," he said gently. "You can relax."
His arm slid about her and she felt herself pulled against his broad chest, her breasts yielding until the taut nipples were trapped between their pressing warmth. Her face lifted and his parted lips closed about hers, his tongue snaking between her teeth and dancing against hers.
The ball of desire became a whirling inferno in Tammy's belly and she found her hand groping between them until her fingers found the thick shaft that sprouted from the youth's crotch. She squeezed it, running her fingertips up and down its commendable length, testing and exploring.
Over the soft hissing of their breaths, she heard the gentle rasp and felt his hand tugging at his zipper, wrestling with his belt. Then, her fingers closed about the throbbing cock, working the loose skin up and down, each stroke making her groan with increasing need.
His hips stirred, the cock pulsating in her grip and he released her moist lips, pulling his head away so she could see the thing she held captive in her busy hand.
It was beautiful! An eight inch column of youthful lust, topped by a crimson head whose tiny slit was already oozing the clear nectar of desire. Staring down at it, Tammy moaned again, her ass twisting on the seat and her thighs moving in self caress.
"You really need that dick!" he whispered, his fingers twirling a wisp of her hair. "Don't you, baby?"
Her voice cracked as she answered, a mist of saliva bathing the bloated head of his cock as she hovered over it, her hand working up and down, frigging him with steady strokes.
"Yesssss! Oh my God! Yes!"
His hand cupped her head, pushing her downward, gently, encouragingly.
"Take it, baby!" he murmured. "Take that big, juicy prick! It's all hard and stiff from thinking about you! Take it! Put your lips on it, sugar! Run your tongue over it! Let it slide into that sweet mouth! Show me you want it!"
"Noooooo!" Tammy crooned, unable to resist the slight pressure of his hand, her face moving closer even as she protested.
She could smell the faint male scent of the cock, see the tiny eye open and close as her fingers slipped up and down. Her free hand slipped beneath the massive balls, cradling their warmth and rolling their slippery contents with gentle pressure. She stared at a drop of seminal fluid as it was milked upward by her hand to tremble on the pulsing peak of the bulging ventral ridge.
A hoarse cry of surrender grated her throat and her lips parted, widening and flaring. Her head lowered, the lips sliding over the head in slippery embrace, her tongue claiming the tart juice and writhing against the glans as the taste filled her mouth and trickled down her pulsing throat.
She tightened her lips about the shaft, easing them lower, taking the bulbous head over her tongue and letting it rub her palate, shifting her head until she felt it press the softening area still deeper in her oral cavern. Her mouth worked, cheeks straining inward in the beginning of suction, and she knew she could not stop.
Her hand slid lower, permitting her lips to follow the curve of thumb and forefinger about his prick, taking more of the throbbing staff into her hungry mouth, feeding the head into her throat where her tissues convulsed about it in quick spasming reflex.
She fucked him! Her head rising and falling above iris crotch, lips and fingers forming a channel for the sliding cock. Her tongue massaged the slippery knob, licked about and under it, danced along the soft underbelly and stabbed at the sensitive eye. In and out of her mouth, the tip plunging deep in her throat, the prick thrust and probed, its motion supplied by the rapid bobbing of her own head.
She sucked, hard and fast, drawing the tart delicious juice from the swollen organ and whimpering with pleasure as it spread, thick and slippery, on her lashing tongue. She trapped the prick between tongue and palate, pressing and massaging as she moved the corridor up and down, hearing his groans of delight as he pushed his hips upward to increase the depth of the rhythmic strokes.
"Oh, baby! Don't stop! Suck that cock! Suck it dry, baby!"
His frantic cries added to her own passion, increasing her need and the perverted hunger that made her head bob even faster, the lips sliding along the saliva-coated cock in avid slurpings. She tongued the glans, raked her teeth over the thick trunk of the thing, worried the sliding head with stiffened tongue, increasing the lad's pleasure and building her own hunger to an unbearable peak.
She felt his orgasm begin, like a volcanic rumbling in the huge balls she manipulated with gentle fingers. Her hand gripped the base of his shaft and her lips tightened. Her tongue squeezed his cock against the roof of her warm mouth, frictioning the rod with unbelievable force.
She sucked noisily, urgently, the whimper becoming a nasal wail of demand. Her lips flashed up and down, wet and greedy, and her tongue darted and lashed with fiery flickings.
His prick leaped and swelled, filling her mouth with its increased bulk in that split second before she felt the rhythmic undulation of the ventral ridge as the come sped upward from his stallion-like balls.
With a strangled groan of happiness, she felt the thick cream lance across her curved tongue and splatter against her palate, smeared by the throbbing head as she took it still deeper, letting the second spurt blast her throat.
Tammy swallowed, gulping the delicious juice and squeezing his glans with her muscular contractions. Her body seemed to no longer exist. She was only a mouth. A greedy, hungry, slurping, sucking mouth that drank his jetting come and milked the jerking prick for still more of the heady fluid.
She maintained her oral grip even when she was certain she had swallowed the last of his load, held it and sucked with gentle tuggings, her tongue circling the pulsing head with feathery caress.
"You're a sweet cocksucker, baby!" Ronald panted. "Damn! I've never been drained like that!"
He used both hands to slide his trousers and shorts down still farther, careful not to dislodge her lips as he worked the clothes down to his ankles so he could spread his muscular legs.
"Lick me, sugar!" he demanded, elevating his hips and angling his thighs far apart. "Use that sweet tongue on me!"
Tammy could not refuse. Her resistance had melted in the heat of her passion and the last shred had washed down in the eagerly gulped volleys of his semen.
She slid her lips up the cock, pausing to swirl her tongue about the head. Then, like a hungry animal, she began licking her way down the still-hardened cock, tonguing his balls with savage lashes and lifting them with warm, wet curlings.
His hips climbed. "Lick my ass, baby!" he hissed. His hands shoved at her bowed head.
With a slobbering moan, Tammy's tongue slid back to tease the puckered circle, becoming a stiffened lance that wormed its way into the spasming mouth to caress the churning interior.
"That's it!" he panted, his ass jerking. "Fuck me!"
She stroked him, oiled by her own saliva, her tongue sliding in and out through the clenching sphincter, boring into him until her mouth ached with the strain.
Her kisses left his prick slimy wet as she climbed the shaft with flashing tongue and clamped her lips about it once again.
He gasped his pleasure and grabbed her head, holding her in position as he twisted in the seat, forcing her down until she was lying with her back to the soft upholstery and the youth was perched on the edge, feeding his cock into her mouth with savage thrusts.
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth, cousin!" he gasped, ramming the head deep in her throat, twisting it to massage the glans against the soft tissues. Tammy's hands clutched his flexing ass, welcoming the assault with gurgling moans. She tongued the sliding monster, sucking its rhythmic retreat and relaxing her throat for the deep thrusts, every nerve in her body crying out for the second powerful emission of that delicious come.
She almost strangled when he held it hilted while his semen bolted through to spray her throat. His balls hugged her chin, yielding as her jaw moved in quick gulpings that carried the ropy cream into the depths of her being, cooling the demanding fires of her passion.
They did not speak after he drew his trousers up and enclosed the flaccid cock she had sucked so thoroughly. Tammy sat huddled against the door, her hands clasped in her lap and her eyes on the road, silently praying that Skeeter had not yet arrived at the farm.
She relaxed a little when she saw the vacant driveway and opened the door the moment Ronald brought the Chrysler to a halt.
"I'll be back, cousin," he promised, his eyes hooded.
"No," she said, avoiding his steady gaze. "I ... I don't want to see you anymore." She started to get out, but his voice stopped her.
"It doesn't matter what you want, baby!" His tone was flat and menacing. "I like the way you give head! And I've got some buddies that are gonna like it, too. I'll be around, cousin. You just keep your tonsils loosened up for us!"
Tammy climbed out and slammed the door, turning her back to the car and walking rapidly to the house, hearing the powerful roar as he backed down the drive and drove away. Weakly, she opened the front door and hurried through to the bath, stripping off her clothes and stepping into the steaming shower.
She was on the porch when Skeeter drove up, limping up to peer at her with anxious eyes.
"Are you alright, Tammy?" he asked gently. 'Your lips are all swollen. What's wrong?"
With infinite effort, Tammy rose to her feet, brushing her cheek against his and leading the way to the door.
"It's just the heat, darling. Things have been so terribly hot. I'm alright. Come in and tell me what the doctor said."
FOUR
Jeb Turner waited until Sharon had reached the house before climbing down from the barn loft. His cock felt strangely heavy, but there was a warm glow of satisfaction in his balls. The girl's cunt had been one of the most enjoyable he had ever fucked and she gave promise of developing into a first-rate sex partner.
He hoped Sarah wouldn't suspect anything. But he wouldn't stay awake worrying about it Mancey was the real problem. If he ever caught Jeb banging his wife, his reaction was completely unpredictable.
The sun was slipping behind the row of pines when he stepped out into the barnyard, his powerful body stretching as he hitched his trousers higher on his narrow waist. If he hurried, he could make it across the rise and back before darkness fell. It had been a week since he had taken a drink and the session with Sharon had aroused the craving for that euphoric haze which he could produce with less than a pint of the bootlegged whiskey.
His strong legs covered the beaten path with measured tread, brushing past the weeds and bushes with the studied ignorance of a man accustomed to the outdoors. Topping the rise, he saw a green Chevrolet pull into the yard of the small house below and his face crinkled in amusement.
He recognized the car as belonging to Lisa Wallington, an attractive woman whose husband had simply walked away a few years back, leaving her with a hundred acres of land and a daughter whose beauty had stiffened half the cocks in Mantress County.
Jeb hastened his stride as he descended the gentle slope. If Gail was with her mother, he didn't want to pass up the opportunity of a closer inspection of the lovely creature.
He had heard stories about the Wallingtons, including the thinly veiled suggestion that Lisa had more than once rented her daughter out to some avid admirer whose wallet was as large as his cock. Jeb didn't believe the tales. It was impossible for two reasonably attractive females to live alone without precipitating gossip. It had long been his conclusion that most of the residents of the area thrived on just two ingredients with which they sprinkled their dull existence: gossip and welfare.
He tapped at the door of the shack, standing where his face could be seen through the small peephole. The door swung open and he stepped inside, grinning into the face of the giant Negro who quickly dropped the two-by-four into place across the portal.
"Howdy, Catfish," Jeb greeted the man.
"Howdy, Mister Jeb," the Negro returned. "Ain't seen much of you lately."
Jeb's eyes flicked past the huge form to survey the two figures in the back room. He was in luck. Lisa had brought the girl with her.
"It's been too hot for drinkin'," he said amiably. "But I reckon I'd better keep in practice, in case it cools off."
Catfish laughed, a deep rumbling chuckle that vibrated throughout his big frame. He led the way to where the females waited.
"I gotta remember that!" he boomed. "That's a good one!" Jeb stared at the older woman's magnificent breasts, wondering for the umpteenth time how it would feel to slide his prick between them. Then his eyes shifted to the girl and his cock throbbed with appreciation.
Gail Wallington was fourteen. But, like her mother, she had developed beyond her years, and the lush body was an invitation to any normal male. High thrusting breasts and tiny waist topped a pair of narrow hips that swayed with every movement, the sweetly curved ass firm and rounded before separating into tanned thighs that were designed for the sole purpose of scissoring a man's body as he wormed his cock into her slightly mounded belly.
"Howdy, Jeb!" Lisa Wallington said, giving him a smile. "You fixin' to tie one on?"
"Nope!" he grinned. "Just want to fill up the cracks in my throat. You been doin' alright, Lisa?"
"Mizz Wallington don't never do nothin' but alright!" Catfish laughed.
Lisa met the comment with a smile. "I reckon I get by," she admitted. "That's more than some folks are doin'."
Jeb nodded to Gail. "You're gettin' prettier, Gail. Found a steady feller yet?"
The girl blushed, the color adding to the beauty of her heart shaped face. Her tongue slid across the pouting lips with a nervous slide. She shook her head, causing the auburn hair to shimmer in the dimming light.
Catfish Jones leaned his knuckles on the small table. "What you all want? Pint? Fifth?"
Lisa hesitated, looking at Jeb. Jeb chewed his lower lip in indecision. Suddenly, he brightened.
"All I wanted was a couple of drinks," he explained. "What was you plannin' to get, Lisa?"
"I was thinkin' just like you," she admitted. "I'm kinda low on cash."
"Why don't we put our money together and get a fifth?" Jeb suggested. "I'll drop by your place and have a drink or so, and you can keep the rest."
She dropped her head, watching him from beneath the long lashes of her half closed eyes. Then, she nodded. "I'd be happy to drink with you, Jeb," she said. "Won't we, Gail?"
The girl had been staring at him, her eyes examining his powerful body with undisguised interest.
Her head bobbed up and down in agreement.
Catfish pulled a bottle from a cardboard box in the corner and thrust it into a paper bag. "You all start sippin' on this stuff," he said, "you gonna have more than a few drinks."
Jeb counted out ten one dollar bills, shaking his head at Lisa as she began rummaging in her purse. Following the pair outside, he observed the girlish wiggle of Gail's pert ass and his cock began swelling again.
Jesus! The kid was really stacked!
Catfish caught his arm as he stepped through the doorway, holding his lips close to Jeb's ear. 'You done fixed yourself up for the night!" he whispered.
Jeb grinned. 'You think so?"
"I know so! They gonna make mincemeat outta your pecker 'fore daylight! But, Lordie! Ain't it gonna be fun?"
Laughing softly, he shoved Jeb out and closed the door, dropping the bar into place with a heavy thud.
Jeb walked to the car, climbing in beside the girl, feeling her warmth and inhaling the faint perfume of her young body. She made no attempt to draw away and he pressed his leg against hers, heightening the pounding of his pulse and causing his prick to swell into a pulsating length she could not help seeing.
Jeb noted the sudden increase in her breathing, his eyes watching the rise and fall of the pointed tits, their outline sharp and distinct as they strained against the tight blouse. By god! The girl was turning on! She was staring at the shape of his swollen cock and almost panting with excitement!
If Lisa Wallington was aware of what was going on, she gave no indication. Her skirt slid up as she worked the clutch, wheeling the car about and guiding it out onto the narrow road.
Jeb examined the exposed thighs with interest. They were firm, he noted, for there was no betraying quiver as her legs pumped the pedals, the skirt sliding higher until it was rolled against her flat belly and Jeb could see the shadowed curls of her cunt hair.
His cock was strutted in desire by the time they reached the Wallington farm, and his participation in the light conversation had been strained by the overpowering lust in his loins.
He climbed out of the car and waited for Gail to slide from the seat. As she did so, her hand brushed his thigh, rubbing across the pulsing ridge of his cock. His eyes met hers and she made a soundless whistle by pursing the red fullness of her moist lips. For a split second, he thought he was going to come in his pants!
Lisa slammed the car door and gestured toward the house. "You all go on in," she said. "I gotta check the barn before I can relax. When you ain't got a man around, you gotta do it all!"
"I'll check for you," he offered, hoping she would refuse. It was just possible she was doing this in order to give him a few minutes alone with the girl. His brain whirled with anticipation and confusion.
"You all just run along," she insisted. "Just don't drink it all up 'fore I get back."
Her long legs flashed their enticing curves as she hurried toward the distant barn. Jeb felt a set of warm fingers and he tightened his own about them.
"Come on!" Gail hissed. "You're wastin' time!"
He let her pull him across the yard and onto the porch, releasing her hand as she unlocked the door and preceded him into the house, turning as he entered and lifting her face to his.
Jeb's arms went around the girl's waist, pulling her against his chest and jamming his aroused cock into the softness of her belly. Gail's hands slid up over his shoulders and pulled his lips down to hers, her mouth opening under his and her hot tongue darting to flail against his in a savage kiss.
Her hips writhed, grinding her stomach against the throbbing hardness and his hands slipped down to clutch the firm quivering globes of her young ass, kneading and squeezing.
"Hurry!" she gasped, wrenching her lips from his and shoving his shoulders with her soft hands. "We ain't got much time!"
Jeb was uncertain of her meaning until he felt her fingers tugging at his belt, sliding the zipper down and thrusting themselves inside his open fly. Then, with a groan, he aided her, dragging his bloated cock into view and reveling in her soft cry of admiration. Her fingers curled and tightened, skinning it back and forth with delicious movements, her lips working soundlessly as she stared down at the already oozing slit in the purple head.
Holding him by the cock, she guided him toward the kitchen, fumbling with her skirt and pulling it up over the lithe hips, exposing the incredible whiteness of her ass, its paleness contrasting sharply with the deep tan of her sleek thighs and narrow waist. She turned, giving him a direct view of her silken cunt.
Jeb was certain his cock would explode before he could reach the inviting pink wetness that peeked through the pubic curls. The girl was already panting with eagerness and he could see the little globules of pussy-juice glittering on the plump lips of her cunt as she scooted her ass onto the kitchen table and spread her thighs.
"Come on!" she urged. "I'm just dyin' to feel that big dick inside me!"
The confusion in Jeb's brain was swept aside by the more powerful influence of unbridled lust. When a luscious teenager offered her hungry slit like that, a man didn't stand around wondering about it.
He lumbered forward, hand clutching his cock to steer the weeping head between the splayed thighs. The girl's fingers seized it, stuffing the tip between her soft cuntal ridges, and Jeb grunted at the sudden pressure and heat of her young cunt.
"Damn!" he whispered. "That's hot!"
She giggled, wiggling her ass to adjust the angle of his entry. "It's a lot hotter inside!"
With her fingers holding him in place, Jeb released his cock and gripped her waist with both big hands, pushing his hips forward between the outstretched thighs, watching the girl's face as he slid his prick into the snug fitting pussy.
The grin faded and Gail's eyes widened. Her mouth opened and the pink tongue fluttered, snakelike, between the white even teeth. The lips drew back in the sudden strain of acceptance.
"Wow!" she hissed. "It feels like a damn fence post!"
"Want me to stop?" he murmured, feeding another inch into the clenching sleeve of her cunt.
"Shit, no!" she gasped. "I want to fuck!"
Jeb added more pressure to the probing cock, his thighs tensing and his hands pulling her naked hips toward him. He groaned at the delicious feel of the yielding vaginal tissues as they shifted to form quivering rings of hot wetness about his prick and his ass trembled in anticipation of the exquisite stroking which was yet to come.
"Jesus!" Gail moaned, her hands sliding up and down his powerful shoulders. "You're gettin' there!"
Halfway into the spasming inferno, Jeb reversed his motion and dragged the throbbing bulk of his dick back through the clutching tissues, making the girl's ass twist and squirm as the pleasure spread through her belly from the forceful massage.
"Oh, fuck!" she panted. "That's good!" Jeb wasn't crazy about screwing in a vertical position. It was too damn much strain on a man's legs, and it was impossible to supply enough pressure to really slam into a girl's snatch like he wanted to. He preferred to have that pussy beneath him, with the bed forming a block to its retreat. That way, the cunt became a target and he could shaft hell out of it!
But he wasn't complaining. If Gail had suggested standing on their heads, he would have cooperated in order to get a crack at her young slit! Anyway, she wasn't backing up, even when the tightness became almost painful. As his ass began hunching the cock in and out, she met each stroke with a determined thrust of her quivering hips.
Gail arched her body, bending slightly forward so she could stare down at the juncture of their flesh, eyes glittering as she watched the huge prick slide into her silk fringed cunt, its thick shaft straining the membranous lips into a taut circle and pushing them inward with each powerful entry.
Jeb cooperated by leaning back a little, the change in position giving him another inch of depth. He was stroking her with rhythm now, shoving six inches of cock into that hungry cunt with each thrust of his pounding ass.
He looked down, seeing the gathering of her juices on his sliding prick, the wetness glistening and changing as he pumped in and out, each stroke sending a heightened thrill through his balls and knotting his lower belly with increased pleasure.
"Jesus!" he groaned, ramming still deeper and feeling the head of his cock slam against the resistant depths of her cunt. "I can't take much of this!"
She was still staring downward. "Don't hold back!" she panted. "Let it shoot!"
"Ain't you gonna come?" he asked breathlessly.
"I can't!" she gasped, her body shaking with the impact of his probing cock. "You come! That's all I want!"
"If we was in a bed," Jeb grunted, "I'd make you come!"
Her head wagged a denial. "I can't! I like to do it! But I just can't come! Hurry! We ain't got all night!"
Jeb relaxed the little control he had managed to retain. Tightening his fingers on her squirming hips, he shoved his prick into the juicy embrace with a savage thrust, feeling the reluctant yielding as the head bored still deeper and his thick pubic hair jammed its curls against her silky bush. His balls were squeezed into the narrow crease of her wriggling ass and Gail whimpered at the belly bursting pressure of his complete penetration.
"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed. "That feels good! You're about to shove my guts out!"
"I'm gonna fuck 'em out!" he grated, pulling back and thrusting again and again, his prick pistoning through the juicy cunt with increasing speed and friction.
When he had finished with Sharon, he would have insisted that there wasn't a drop of fuck juice left in his dangling balls. Now, as his cock poled the clenching, slobbering cunt of the writhing Gail Wallington, those same balls were drawn up into two bloated spheres that were already beginning to pulse with the beginning of his orgasm.
His ass tightened and he felt his lips draw back in tension. Faster and harder, he slammed his throbbing prick against the girl's shivering womb, sawing the hot undulations of her pussy with rapid slidings.
'Work it!" he gasped, clutching her ass with clawing fingers. "Oh, goddamn! Work that thing!"
Gail's hips swiveled, rolling on the fleshy pads of her young ass. The pussy shifted, the angle changing with her steady movement. She tightened the muscles of her greasy vagina, squeezing his flailing prick as it leaped and jerked, its thickness swelling even more with the swift surging of his come.
Jeb's sperm shot into her, spraying her womb and forming a hot pocket of slippery heat into which the spurting head rammed repeatedly in the short, vicious jabs of rhythmic ecstasy. He grunted with each thrust, screwing his belly against hers as he pumped his come deep in that young slit, working his ass to massage the hilted cock until he was empty.
Slowly, his legs trembling with the strain, he backed away, easing his pole from the tight grip until the come flecked membranes released the purple knob with a slurping plop.
He fumbled for his handkerchief, then remembered that he had given it to Sharon. With a faint grin of satisfaction, he ignored the sticky coating on the wilting organ and shoved it inside his shorts, re-fastening his trousers as Gail slid slowly from her perch, holding her thighs pressed closely together.
Her flushed face grinned at him. "Good?" she teased.
"Hell!" he grunted. "You know it!"
He watched her pull her skirt down, hiding the juicy lips of her twat. She picked up the paper bag he had placed on the table and drew out the bottle of whiskey. Walking carefully, she drew glasses from a shelf and poured three stiff drinks.
"I'll be back in a minute," she said lightly. "You have one while I'm gone. Okay?"
He nodded, taking the glass and watching her through the amber liquid. "I still say I can make you come, baby!"
She paused in the doorway. "Maybe I'll let you try," she smiled. "Sometime."
The door closed behind her and Jeb lifted the glass, savoring the taste and heat of the whiskey as it slid down his throat. You could always depend on Catfish Jones to have the best. Nobody knew where he obtained the stuff, and a few insisted he had a still hidden away in one of the remote hollows.
He was raided about once a month. But the regular payment to the current sheriff insured sufficient advance warning and nothing was ever found. Jeb liked the giant Negro. And he liked his whiskey even more.
He finished the glass and poured a second drink, pausing with the bottle suspended as he heard a faint sound from the room into which Gail had disappeared. Setting the bottle and glass on the table, he stepped lightly across the floor and pressed his ear against the door.
His belly tightened as he heard the creak of bed springs and Gail's soft cries of pleasure. Then he caught just a few words and recognized Lisa's deeper tones, husky with passion.
Hurriedly, he crossed the room and eased out through the back door, edging along the side of the house to the window of the room where the two females were, grinning as he saw that it was raised and the shade had not been pulled.
Carefully, he slid his face around the corner of the wood frame, eyes straining to peer into the gathering darkness of the room, then glittering as he identified the figures and their actions. His cock responded by swelling anew, tenting his trousers in throbbing demand.
Lisa was crouched beside the bed, on her knees, her back to the window and her head buried between Gail's lifted and widely spread thighs. The girl's heels were braced on the edge of the mattress and her hips were writhing as Lisa's mouth worked on the come filled slit which Jeb had just finished fucking with such satisfying results.
The girl's hands clutched her mother's hair, pushing the woman's face into the furry crotch, her own head rolling in ecstasy and her features contorted in perverted lust.
"Ohhhh! Oh damn! I'm ... comin' again!!!"
she whimpered. "Suck it! Deeper! Oh God! Oh goddamn! Ohhhhhh!"
Jeb's prick jerked in vicarious enjoyment as the girl's hips shuddered and bucked under the woman's oral assault. Jesus! What he wouldn't give to be on top of the kid when she was like that!
He was mildly surprised by the scene, but it failed to disgust him. Hell! Whatever turned people on was the only thing they could employ to satisfy their need. It wasn't the first time he had come up against some strange sexual arrangement. If Lisa got her kicks by letting a man screw her daughter, then feasting on the girl's sperm-filled pussy, he wasn't the one to criticize her for it. On the contrary! He'd be glad to fill that hot little cunt anytime the opportunity presented itself!
Lisa was almost finished, licking the cuntal groove with broad sweeps of her tongue, and Jeb turned reluctantly, entering the house and closing the door with great care.
He was slouched in a chair by the table when Lisa Wallington entered from the back door, brushing her hair back from her perspiring face and puffing with exaggerated heaves of her prominent breasts.
"It sure is hard on a woman," she complained, "looking after a farm all by herself! I'm gonna have to get me a man, I reckon!"
She grinned at him, inviting him to share the joke, and he gave her an understanding smile. She lifted one of the glasses and held it up to him.
"Better be careful, Jeb," she teased. "I might set my cap for you." She drained the whiskey and smacked her lips appreciatively.
"I might be more than you could handle, Lisa," he drawled, watching the way her nipples poked at the thin dress.
She gave him a serious stare. "I reckon me and Gail, together, could calm you down," she answered quietly. Then, the grin was back. "You're a big, strong man. You could get this place in good shape in no time!"
Jeb polished off his drink and plunked the glass down with finality. "If I ever decide to settle down," he said, pushing the chair back and climbing to his feet, "I'll give you first crack."
She laughed, easily, standing up and leaning one tit against his bicep, rubbing the strutted nipple over his damp flesh. It was only with an effort that he gained the door.
'Thanks for lettin' me drop by, Lisa," he said firmly. "And tell Gail it was a pleasure. A real pleasure."
Lisa's soft laugh followed him out into the gathering darkness.
Cutting around the end of the rise, he covered the two miles in less than forty minutes. The full moon was just rising as he stepped onto the porch, answering Mancey's soft greeting with a low grunt. He sank into a cane bottomed chair and drew out a cigarette, lighting it and flicking the match out into the night.
"We waited supper for you," Mancey said.
"I shoulda told Sarah I wouldn't be here," Jeb answered. "I walked over to Catfish Jones."
"How's he doin?"
"Same as usual, I reckon."
"See anybody else over there?"
Jeb grunted affirmatively. "Bumped into the Wellingtons."
Mancey stirred in sudden interest, lowering his voice still more. "Ain't that Gail one hell of a looker? I'd love to get her on her back for about five minutes!"
Jeb laughed. "Shit, Mancey! A pussy like that would chew your pecker plumb off!"
"It'd sure be the way to lose the son of a bitch!" Mancey chuckled. He paused. "Saw Obie and Carrie Nelson today."
"Obie still on the wagon?"
"He's tryin'," Mancey supplied. "But I think his hold is gettin' mighty weak."
Jeb sent the cigarette into a fiery arc, rising and slapping his hands against his heavy thighs. "Reckon I'll fix myself a bite," he said. "You comin' in?"
"No," was Mancey's reply. "Reckon I'll set awhile."
FIVE
Sarah Turner swished the dish rag about in the sink, wrung it out and draped it across the rusting faucet, bending to peer through the dirt-streaked window pane.
It was going to be another blistering day! The radio had promised rain, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The bushes and weeds were motionless in the relentless glare of the morning sun, their leaves coated with the powdery dust that seemed to get thicker every day.
It was the sort of day she would have preferred spending in bed, with Mancey or Jeb between her legs. If a body had to sweat, it was more pleasant to feel it between the sliding of flesh. It made screwing a lot better when you got all lathered up and could slip and slide against each other like a couple of greasy pigs.
Sarah had wanted Mancey to do it to her last night. But she was too proud to ask him. He had climbed into bed and turned his back, leaving her to finger her hungry snatch until she managed to drop off to sleep along about midnight.
She had been tempted to slip into Jeb's room. But the risk was too great. She and Jeb had managed to keep their secret for so long, it would be ridiculous to take a chance like that now.
Through the window she saw Sharon walk across to the chicken house, her buttocks swaying in the faded blue jeans. She was developing a perfect figure, Sarah mused. It wouldn't be long before some boy talked her into letting him stick his dick in her and she'd be off.
Sarah was philosophical about it. When it happened, she wouldn't wring her hands and weep. It was natural and, therefore, something to be accepted. She didn't want Sharon to leave, for the girl had just reached that stage where they could communicate as woman to woman. But, Sarah knew how powerful that hunger between her legs could become.
She was also aware that both Jeb and Mancey were beginning to notice the girl's breasts and hips. If she didn't take up with some boy pretty soon, either father or uncle would claim her cherry. Sarah knew that neither of the men would be bothered by the idea of incest. To them, the girl would be simply another hot pussy.
She shrugged, taking off her apron and folding it. If Mancey wasn't so damned jealous, it might turn out alright. The four of them could have some wild times. She blushed at the thought, reminding herself that some people held a rather dim view of such uninhibited activities. Checking the cabinet, she opened the refrigerator and tried to decide on what to fix for dinner.
The sound of an approaching car made her close the door and hurry to the front of the house, watching the dust billow as the black sedan crawled to a stop. She stepped out onto the porch, smiling a welcome.
The Reverend Clyde French climbed out and waved, hurrying around to open the door for his petite wife, Amanda, holding her hand as they moved toward the waiting Sarah.
"Mizz Turner," the preacher called. "How you all?"
Sarah nodded. "Preacher," she greeted. "Amanda. Come in and set awhile!"
Amanda French was a small woman. But nature had made up for her lack of stature with the enticing curves of her perfect body. She had shocked the congregation by her unconscious manipulation of the shapely hips and the deep cleavage of her dresses, flaunting the mouth watering cleft between the high thrusting tits. But Amanda's air of innocence and her ability to charm the most cynical soul soon set them at ease.
The Reverend French was as handsome as his wife was beautiful. More than a few of the women had found their panties sticky after he had pressed their trembling hands between his and whispered a few scriptures into their ear.
Carrie 'Nelson had remarked to Sarah, after meeting the tall preacher for the first time, "That good looking bastard can recite the Lord's Prayer and make it sound like a proposition!"
The Turners seldom attended church, except for weddings and funerals. But their names were on the roll and they made an occasional contribution.
Thus, the preacher evidently considered them part of his scattered and recalcitrant flock.
"Amanda wants to have a private word with your daughter, Mizz Turner," French said. "Is she about?"
"She's out to the henhouse," Sarah answered. "I can fetch her."
"Amanda can find her. The men folks off to work, I suppose."
Sarah nodded. "They took the tractor to the back forty. Won't be back til near dark, I reckon."
French touched his wife's arm. "You go find Sharon, darling. Mizz Turner and me'll go inside and have a word of prayer."
Sarah waited uncomfortably until the woman had wiggled her tight skirted rear around the corner of the house. Hesitantly, she opened the screen door. French gave her a slight bow and led the way inside, pointing to the small throw rug in front of the sagging sofa.
"We can kneel right there," he said piously, placing his fingers on her arm and guiding her. Before he dropped to his knees, he removed the light coat and draped it across the nearby chair.
Obediently, Sarah knelt, bracing her forearms on the simulated leather and bowing her blonde head. To her surprise, the preacher knelt slightly behind her, encircling her narrow waist with one strong arm, his hand clasping her just below her left breast. The touch shocked and aroused her, for she was quite conscious of his magnetism and the effect of his presence on other females.
His arm tightened and she was pulled back against his chest, her right hip pressing his hard belly and the much harder shaft that was trapped between them, swelling still longer and harder as he moved it against her.
Sarah did not know what to do. The preacher's cock felt like a firebrand through her thin dress, rolling and slipping as he squirmed it closer. She felt desire wash through her belly and realized that she was actually pushing back against the man's dick.
"Do you pray much, sister?" he breathed into her ear, his words warm and teasing. The hand was sliding higher, up the lower slope of her breast, beginning to knead the firm mound as it approached the already erect nipple.
"Not ... not as much as I ought to!" she whispered. The hand was hot, the palm burning through the cloth as it rubbed and squeezed. My God! she thought. He really knew how to caress a woman!
"I'm gonna help you!" he assured her. "Amanda wont be back til I call her in! There's just you and me, sister, and the good Lord!" His voice dropped to a sultry purr. "You do want me to pray with you. Don't you?"
There was no mistaking his meaning. His prick was jerking and she could feel the shudders of passion in his big body. Unwilling to trust her voice, Sarah inclined her head in assent.
The hand left her breast, sliding down over her waist and plucking at the hem of the short house dress, pulling it upward and slipping beneath it, palming her bare skin and fondling the globes of her lovely bottom.
"That's much better!" he intoned. "There shouldn't be nothin' separatin' you and the Lord!"
Sarah gasped as the hand slipped around her uncovered waist and the fingers dipped into the silken triangle, toying with the soft curls before driving down into the warm, moist crease of her cunt. His index finger found the little marble of her clitoris and began a slow, sensuous massage.
"Ain't it wonderful," he asked softly, "when we make contact with heaven?"
Sarah's head bobbed and she managed a grunt of agreement. The pleasure of his rotating finger was drawing the juices from her pussy and she could feel them beginning to seep from the plump lips.
The pressure of his hardened shaft withdrew and she heard the slight rustle and slide as he loosened his own clothing. Then, his knees were forcing hers apart, and she was helpless to resist. She caught her breath as he inserted the monstrous cock between her parted thighs and rubbed the engorged head through the slippery furrow of her cunt.
"You ready to pray, sister?"
"Yesss!" she whimpered. "Ohhhh, yessss!"
The huge knob centered in the shivering vaginal entrance and the preacher's hips gave a powerful shove. The enormous prick burst through the clenching lips and slid into her juicy pussy, driving until his balls were pressed tightly against her throbbing clitoral bud.
"Ohhhh Godddd!" she gasped, her ass twisting back to increase the fantastic impalement.
"That's right!" the preacher murmured. "That's the way to start!"
Both hands slipped under the loose dress, gripping her spongy tits and rolling the taut nipples, kneading them with almost painful squeezing as he hammered the huge cock in and out of her receptive cunt, reaching every part of the churning vagina with the powerful strokes. His well-muscled belly slapped her wriggling ass with each savage hunch.
Sarah welcomed the furious plunging of the preacher's fuckpole with little cries of increasing pleasure. Her pussy had been aching since last night for just such a filling, and she was getting it! Judging from the way it felt, ramming into her cunt, the cock was as large, if not larger, than Mancey's.
She didn't signal the first delicious come. It wasn't necessary. Her pussy convulsed with rhythmic squeezings that made him groan and pump in and out even faster as she gurgled her delight.
His lips were nibbling at the nape of her neck, his body pressed tightly against hers from the waist up, while his hips pounded, driving that slippery pole harder and deeper with every breathtaking lunge.
She wanted to think about the unusual arrangement. Obviously, Amanda knew what he was doing and would delay Sharon until she was given the signal. But who could think straight with that wonderful prick massaging her womb and frictioning the sensitive tissues of her pussy with its rhythmic pistoning?
She knew he was about to come by the quickening of his grunts and the speed of the furiously stroking cock. Happily, she screwed her ass back to meet his frantic thrusts and worked her cuntal muscles about the probing shaft.
"Ohhhh! Sweet Jesus!" he gasped as the sperm leaped through his prong and shot into the woman's convulsing cunt. His body jerked with the repeated volleys and he groaned with each ecstatic spurt. The pussy was helping him, tightening and sucking, drawing the come from his heavy balls with experienced milking.
Finally, his passion spent, he relaxed, his forehead pressing Sarah's sweat soaked dress just below her hair. Sarah gave his cock one last cuntal squeeze before it began to wilt inside her. Stifling a giggle of mixed amusement and supreme satisfaction, she panted the single word, "AMEN!"
At almost the same instant, only a hundred yards away in the cool interior of the big barn, Sharon was emitting a far different cry.
"Ohhhh, damn! Oh goddamn!"
Leaning back against the worn rail of one of the three stalls, she shoved her dripping cunt against Amanda French's lovely mouth, clenching the tissues about the woman's flashing tongue in the third powerful climax since Amanda had begun her oral treatment.
It had taken the older woman less than ten minutes to bring her to that peak of passion which enabled Amanda to slide her blue jeans down and apply her experienced lips to the girl's delicious cunt. Once she felt the fluttering entry of that tongue into her eager pussy, Sharon was helpless, capable of nothing but the responsive grinding of her slender hips and the instinctive flexing of her vaginal lips about the probing, licking tongue.
Amanda was an expert and she employed every talent in her lingual caress of the delightful young cunt, moaning as she gulped the tart-sweet juices that flowed almost constantly from the pulsating lips.
It wasn't necessary to fondle the girl's breasts or caress her lovely body. Sharon Turner's attention was riveted on that single delicious area between her widespread thighs.
"Suck it!" she whispered, again and again, writhing the juicy mound under Amanda's mouth. "Don't stop! Eat my pussy! Eat it up!"
Only once did she alter the theme of her soft cries. Then, between furious comes, she had offered to provide the same exquisite pleasure for Amanda.
It was tempting. Amanda French would have welcomed the sultry intrusion of the girl's tongue into her own fevered cunt. But that could wait. One day, soon, she would invite Sharon to the parsonage and they could spend the entire day in the big double bed, feasting to their heart's content.
The thought supplied new strength to her driving tongue and she brought the writhing girl to still another knee buckling climax, gulping the youthful nectar with noisy swallowing.
They checked each other before leaving the barn, touching hair and clothing with gentle fingers, smiling secretively at their shared passion. Then, with perfect innocence, they returned to find Sarah and the preacher sitting on the front porch, reading the Bible.
French's bold eyes ran up and down Sharon's lush body and she felt a faint trembling in her upper thighs. His gaze told her that he knew exactly what had happened at the barn and her own instinct informed her that he would have his cock in her at the first opportunity.
"Do you feel better after your little talk?" he asked gently.
Sharon nodded, hoping her blush did not show.
"Amanda has a certain way with young girls," he commented. "Did you know she speaks in tongues?"
Sharon managed to keep a straight face as she nodded again. "She ... she showed me," she answered. "I think it's just wonderful."
The preacher stood up, straightening his coat and bowing to Sarah. "We're havin' a revival Sunday night. Want you folks to come along."
Sarah shook her head. "Can't get Mancey and Jeb to no revival," she explained.
French gave her an understanding smile. "You just tell 'em this one is gonna be different. Maybe I'll pass the word to them myself." Amanda gave them both a warm glance of invitation. "You wont be sorry," she promised. "Like Clyde said, it's gonna be different."
"Well try to come," Sarah said.
"I'm sure you will," the preacher grinned. "I'm sure of it!"
SIX
"I had to tell somebody," Tammy Lewis sobbed, wiping her eyes with the tissue Carrie Nelson produced from an almost empty box on the cluttered coffee table. "I can't talk to Skeeter about a thing like that."
She had left Skeeter dozing in front of the television set, grumbling about his leg, and driven the three miles to the Nelson farm, pouring out the story of Ronald's treatment in tearful gasps. She had held nothing back, admitting her enjoyment of the first few minutes of the erotic adventure.
"I thought he would choke me to death with it!" she exclaimed. "I did everything I could to make him come. But he just kept shoving it down my throat and grunting like a damned hog! Then when he did come he wouldn't pull it out so I could swallow!"
Carrie was the one person in the world she could talk to in this manner without embarrassment. For more than a year they had exchanged confidences, sharing vivid descriptions of their sexual needs and activities until they felt closer than sisters.
"Let me think a minute," Carrie said, when Tammy finally came to a verbal halt in her recitation. "Obie couldn't do nothing. We gotta find a real man for this."
"If I knew somebody like that," Tammy exclaimed, "I'd get them to beat the living shit out of him!" She pounded her clenched fist against her knee for emphasis. "He'd have to be a really big bastard! That Ronald is strong as an ox!"
Carrie's face suddenly brightened. "I think I may have the answer!" she cried. "How much do you really want to get even?"
Tammy stared at her, understanding narrowing her angry eyes. "Do you mean would I let somebody screw me if they'd take care of Ronald? You're damned right, I would! I'd suck a horse's dick, if it'd get the job done!"
"Do you know Mancey and Jeb Turner?" Carrie asked softly.
Tammy nodded. "Not well. I know Sarah and Sharon." She frowned. "I always thought Mancey was real sweet on her. You mean he's foolin' around?"
Carrie giggled. "I reckon you could call it that. He screwed me plumb silly yesterday, while Obie was passed out on the porch. I'm warnin' you, though. He's got a cock like a damned stallion!"
"If you can take it," Tammy said firmly, "so can I. What about Jeb?"
"I'll get Mancey to talk him into it," Carrie replied. "If we agree to show them both a real good time, I think they'll take care of Mister Davis.
"What ... what do you suppose they'll do?" Tammy asked nervously.
"Like you said," Carrie grinned. "They'll beat the living shit out of him! That's what you want, isn't it?"
It was easier than she had dreamed possible. Carrie had seen the two men on the ridge behind the house and knew they were working the stretch of Turner property which bordered the Nelson farm. The moment Tammy was gone, she shoved a wide brimmed straw hat over her tousled hair and struck off up the gentle slope.
Jeb was on the tractor and Mancey was securing a chain to a stubborn stump. The men watched her approach and Jeb cut the engine when she was still twenty feet away, his eyes drinking in the beauty of her bouncing tits as she made her way across the rough ground, picking her skirt high and giving him a view of her shapely thighs.
Mancey greeted her with a broad grin, wiping his face with a soaked bandanna, blinking through the stinging sweat at her excited face.
"Howdy, Carrie!" he called. "What you doin' out in this damned sun?"
"Lookin' for you two!" she answered, halting before him and shifting her eyes from one man to the other. Jeb climbed down from the tractor and joined them, pointing to a row of trees at the edge of the field.
"It'd be lot cooler over there in the shade," he suggested. "I'm ready for a rest, anyway."
Mancey's hand gripped Carrie's arm as they made their way to the shelter of the tall pines where Jeb squatted on his heels and drank deeply from the big jug of water they had placed there.
Without hesitation, Carrie launched into her request. If she waited, she had told herself, she would never be able to do it. She had to leap into her explanation before she lost her nerve.
Glancing at Jeb, she asked, "Mancey! Have you told Jeb about us?"
Mancey shook his head and Jeb gave her a quizzical look. 'What about you and Mancey? You all been playin' house?"
"You tell him," Mancey said in a soft voice. "I don't mind him knowin'."
"Mancey made love to me yesterday," Carrie said, looking straight into Jeb's grinning face. "He'll have to tell you whether it was worthwhile or not. But, I'm here to offer both of you the chance to do it to me and Tammy Lewis, if you'll do us a big favor."
Jeb picked up a blade of withered grass and shoved it between his lips. "I didn't know Tammy was puttin' out," he commented.
"Damn you!" Carrie said, without anger. 'We're not whores! We need help. That's all. You do this for us and well spend the whole day or night with you, doing anything you want us to do."
Jeb shifted his gaze to Mancey's frowning features. "How about it, big brother? Is it worth it?"
Mancey turned with a slow grin, squinting against the sun. "She's a damn sight tighter than Sarah, Jeb. Does that answer your question?"
Jeb's jaw fell. "I didn't think you knowed about that."
"Hell!" Mancey rumbled. "It was fun makin' you two think you were puttin' something over on me. Don't worry about it. If I had been jealous, I'd a cut your balls off, years ago!"
He turned back to Carrie. "We can trade around, can't we? I mean, swap partners."
Carrie nodded. "I done told you. Well do anything you all want."
"Wonder who she wants us to kill!" Jeb chuckled.
"No killin'!" Carrie hastened to exclaim. 'We just want you to give a guy a good beatin'. That's all."
Mancey shifted his buttocks from one heel to the other as he squatted beside them. "If I'm gonna beat hell outta somebody, I'd kinda like to know why I'm doin' it."
Swiftly, Carrie related Tammy's story and both men listened, their eyes angry and dark as she described the girl's reaction.
Mancey snapped a thick twig with his powerful fingers as she finished. "I like my women as well as the next man," he growled. "But I ain't got no use for a son of a bitch that'll do something like that."
"Me neither," Jeb agreed. "You don't even have to pay for this favor, as far as I'm concerned."
Mancey nodded. "Right! It'll be a pleasure to fix his wagon for him! I never did like the bastard, anyway! He's always had it real easy and he looks down his nose at the rest of us."
Carrie smiled her appreciation. "We won't call it a payment, then. We'll just get together and celebrate. Maybe you don't know it, but women get horny, too!"
The men stood staring as Carrie climbed back down the low hill. "Is she really all that good?" Jeb asked quietly.
"Tighter than a pig's butt!" Mancey answered. "And she really loves it! Can't beat a combination like that!"
Jeb stood up, stretching his arms high over his head. "Mind if I make a suggestion about all this?"
"Hell, no. Let's hear it."
Jeb explained, watching Mancey's face crinkle in an understanding smile. When he was done, the big man slapped his shoulder appreciatively.
"Little brother!" he roared. "Your cock may be shorter than mine. But you sure didn't get shortchanged in the brain department. Let this damn field go to hell! Drag your ass over there and get things set up. Let's do it tonight!"
An hour later, Jeb was talking with Catfish Jones, explaining his plan and assuring the giant Negro of his sincerity. Catfish hesitated at first. Then, as Jeb described exactly what he had in mind, the big man nodded agreement.
"Don't forget, now," Jeb warned as he eased through the doorway. "Well be here at exactly ten o'clock."
It was easy to find Ronald Davis. Almost everyone in the small town knew the handsome son of the bank president, and very few liked him. Jeb tracked him down at the barber shop, waiting his turn and staring out the window at the legs of the passing girls. Easing into the seat beside him, Jeb leaned close.
"Got a message for you, Ronald," he whispered. "From Tammy Lewis."
The youth's face whitened for an instant. Then he nodded. Jeb leaned still closer.
"I don't know what you done to her, fellow. But she can't think about nothin' else. Say's she's goin' crazy if you don't do it again, whatever it was! Man! I wish I could turn women on like that."
The youth's chest swelled and his lip curled. "They're all like that where I'm concerned," he said boastfully.
"She's makin' sure Skeeter's gone tonight," Jeb went on. "She wants you to come out there about nine thirty. I tell you, I ain't never seen a woman so hot for one man! What the hell did you do to her?"
Ronald frowned in annoyance. "That's really none of your business!" he said tightly.
Jeb had to fight back the urge to shove his fist into the sneering face. But the promise of the evening gave him strength. He stood up and looked down. "What'll I tell her?"
"Tell her I'll be there, of course!" the youth said. "Think I want to miss something like that?"
With a brief nod, Jeb departed, masking the grin of satisfaction that teased his lips. Only in the truck, when he had gained the county road, did he fully relax, laughing aloud and pounding the steering wheel in merriment.
"Oh, that poor son of a bitch!" he roared. "That poor stupid mother-fucker!"
At nine fifteen, he and Mancey were parked at the side of the Lewis driveway, heading out toward the road, both chuckling over Jeb's retelling of the youth's attitude and responses.
"I'll bet his cock's as hard as his fuckin' head!" Mancey chuckled.
"It'll damn soon go down when he finds out what's really waitin' for him!" Jeb laughed. "I'm gonna love this! I wanted to smear the little bastard right there!"
"Hold it!" Mancey hissed. "There's a car!"
Jeb caught a glimpse of the side of the Chrysler as it swung into the drive. "That's him!" he exclaimed. "Let's go!"
Quickly, he opened the door and slid out, just as Mancey spun the motor into life and swung the truck into the center of the narrow lane, blocking the Davis car.
The youth braked to a sliding halt and Jeb was already yanking open the door and reaching for him, dragging him out and wrenching one arm high up behind his back.
"What the hell is this?" Ronald demanded, his voice shaking with fright, but still angry and arrogant.
"You'll find out," Jeb said in a tense tone. "Just stand real quiet-like, or I'll break this damn thing off and shove it up your ass!"
Mancey re-parked the truck and came back to climb behind the wheel of the car. Jeb pushed the youth into the back seat, still holding his arm with powerful fingers.
"This is the kind of car I ought to be drivin'," Mancey said as he set the Chrysler in motion. "What's a turd head like that doin' with it, anyway?"
"Wind it up!" Jeb suggested. "Let's see if it'll hit a hundred!"
'Wait till you get little Ronald fixed up," Mancey answered. He fumbled in his pocket and passed back the prepared blindfold. Jeb took it and forced it down over the youth's head, blocking his vision and securing the edges of the black cloth with the strips of heavy tape that crisscrossed its thick folds.
"We're not gonna tie your hands," Jeb told him. "Personally, I hope you'll try to get loose. You'll be doin' me a big favor. 'Cause then I can clobber the shit out of you!"
Trembling, the youth sat on the edge of the seat as Mancey hurled the car forward, taking the curves with squealing tires and roaring along the straight stretches with a fiendish laugh.
For ten minutes they circled back roads and lanes, until they were certain the youth had no idea where they were. Then, slowing to a reasonable speed, they headed for Catfish Jones' shack.
The big Negro opened the door to their knock, grinning at the sight of the blindfolded youth. When they were inside, he re-barred the door and led the way to the makeshift kitchen where he had already made a pallet on a stack of wooden boxes.
Remembering their agreement, Catfish made no sound as he carried the two oil lamps into the room and placed them where their glow threw the pallet into sharp relief.
Jeb still had the lad's arm in a tight hammer lock. Now, he spoke softly into the youth's ear. "I'm gonna turn you loose, bastard. When I do, you're gonna undress. Every fuckin' stitch! You understand?"
Ronald nodded, his lips parted and trembling. Jeb slowly lowered the arm and the youth flexed it for a moment. Then, with a curse, he swung wildly toward the spot where Jeb had stood, his fist whistling harmlessly through the air. His other hand groped for the fastenings of his blindfold, tugging wildly at the black cloth.
Jeb swung his hammer-like fist about ten inches, burying it in the youth's midsection. Ronald's breath whooshed out and he doubled forward, arms locked across his middle, his knees buckling. Mancey caught him by the waist and supported him while Jeb calmly began undressing the lad.
All the courage expelled with that single blow, Ronald managed to finish the task himself, standing naked in the lamplight, his cock limp and white and his balls dangling low and lifeless beneath the flaccid tool.
"Think it'll ever get hard again?" Mancey laughed.
"It might," Jeb answered. "If he can find some woman he can force down on it. That's his speed, you know."
"Reckon if a fellow likes to be sucked that much, we ought to try to do somethin' about it," Mancey said solemnly.
Ronald's protests were weak as they stretched him face up on the pallet, wrapping ankles and wrists with the heavy cord Catfish handed them. When they were finished, the youth was completely helpless, his arms drawn down on either side and the cord looped under the box to hold them there. His legs were spread, the knees bent and the ankles secured in the same manner, leaving his naked pelvis fully exposed, the cock lying limply along his well muscled thigh.
Grinning, Jeb stepped back and motioned to Catfish.
His eyes gleaming with desire, the huge Negro stepped forward, kneeling between the youth's legs and bending over his arched pelvis. His mouth opened and his long tongue swept down to curl beneath the limp prick, pulling it between the thick lips and sucking it far back to where the tongue could swirl and curve about the slick head.
Ronald gave a choked cry as he felt his cock engulfed by the hot mouth. Then, as he struggled against his bonds, his body responded to the oral caress and the prick began swelling, becoming a thick shaft upon which Catfish worked his lips with greedy tugs, his head rolling slightly as he licked and sucked with avid enjoyment.
Both Mancey and Jeb discovered their own trousers tenting as they watched the scene. Catfish was slobbering as he sucked, trying to make no other sound, but finding it difficult because of his own enjoyment. He took the youth's cock all the way with each slide of the saliva smeared lips, burying and grinding them in the thick hair at the root of the big dick. Then, as he raised his head, he twisted it from side to side and his cheeks alternately bulged and hollowed.
It took ten minutes of steady work before the youth screamed, his ass jerking and arching as his cock spurted its fiery load into Catfish's greedy mouth. The steady gulping gave evidence of the big Black's pleasure and he was grinning as he released the wilting cock and licked his lips with a slow sweep of his thick tongue.
Backing away from the naked Ronald, he began unbuttoning his faded blue shirt. By the time Jeb and Mancey had turned the panting Ronald over and re-secured his arms and legs, Catfish was completely naked.
Even Mancey gave a grunt of appreciation at sight of the enormous cock that thrust out from between the tree trunk legs. Both men had seen the fantastic weapon before, but it had been only partially erect on those occasions when, in drunken play, they had attempted to measure its length and girth.
They had doubted Catfish's claim concerning its full size. Now, that doubt was gone. If anything, he had understated the matter. From the lower end of the finger thick ventral vein to the tip of the splayed eye, it was at least a dozen inches, and Mancey calculated its width at a little over three inches. And it was hard, throbbing with the lust created by the blowjob he had just given the bound youth. Now, his eyes feasted on the exposed buttocks and the tiny brown circlet of Ronald's helpless asshole.
While Jeb and Mancey watched, Catfish dipped two fingers into a tin can on the rickety cabinet and smeared a gob of white lard on the rearing head of the monster. The rest, he carried to the crack of Ronald's ass, carefully placing it directly on the puckered anus.
The youth's body writhed and he cried out in helpless rage, realizing for the first time exactly what was about to happen.
"Nooooo!" he yelled. "You can't! Goddamn you! Let me up! You can't do this! Do you hear me? My father will have your asses for this! Bastards! Motherfuckers! Sons of bitches!"
His roars were greeted with absolute silence except for the slippery sound of Catfish's fingers as he spread the lard down over the full length of his huge prick, coating it until it gleamed in the lamplight like some impossible monster.
Then, he eased one finger into Ronald's ass, ignoring the startled scream and wiggling the digit about until he had loosened the opening enough to insert two fingers. The youth's scream was even more desperate. When the third finger squeezed into the asshole, the screams climbed in volume and pitch, and the white body writhed as Catfish probed and jiggled, preparing the anus for his assault.
The screams subsided as the fingers withdrew and Catfish wiped them on his own cock, skinning it slowly back and forth as he stared at the lad's waiting ass. Then, with a grin of anticipation, he lowered his big hips between the youth's helpless legs, steering the shining knob of his prick into the well stretched circle of the lard slickened ass.
Ronald screamed as the head forced its way through the resistance of his sphincter. But the screams became wails of torment as the enormous cock began sliding up into his intestine.
Catfish didn't hurry. With steady, patient force, he fed the huge prick into the straining opening, filling and stretching it beyond anything it had ever known or imagined.
Then, with only five inches implanted, Catfish paused, waiting for the screams to diminish. When they did, he shoved another inch into the youth and he screamed again. Five times, he repeated the act, and five times Ronald Davis yelled with the new violence to his tender tissues. His belly felt as if it would explode with the pressure and his ass burned from the entrance all the way to the tip of that fiery hardness that was forcing itself ever deeper into his body.
Then, just as he was almost able to relax his tortured muscles, the horrible thing began pulling its pulsating length out of his gut, the bulk of it sawing at the membranes and tearing even fiercer screams from his already raw throat.
His intestine collapsed behind its retreat, seeking to reshape itself into normal size. But, before it could accomplish the feat, the cock was back, sliding into him with greater speed, matching his scream and reaching the depths of his belly just as he caught his breath for another hoarse cry.
It was impossible! he told himself, fighting the waves of nausea and pain that threatened to engulf him completely. No one had a prick that large! And it was inconceivable that he, Ronald Davis, could be in this helpless position, having his ass reamed by such an impossible organ!
But the pain was real! Splitting, driving, blinding pain that lanced through his guts with each savage stroke. And the cock was real! The owner was bending over him, hands clutching at his waist as the prick hammered in and out. The rhythm was real! He had screwed too many women not to recognize that sensuous stroking! It was the same rhythm he had used when he fucked that Lewis woman in the mouth.
Damn her! If he had left her alone, all this would never have happened. But, it couldn't be happening! Not to him!
But he could not deny the pain, nor the relentless thrust and retreat of the monstrous cock. In and out, in and out, roaring up into his guts with savage pulsings and retreating with a force that felt as if his insides were being sucked out with the thick hardness.
Sooner or later, he told himself, the man would have to come. Like it or not, he was being fucked, and the whole object of fucking was to spill your load. Eventually, that horrible cock would spurt its filthy load and he would be free of its unbearable probing.
If there was only some way he could hasten that moment! Now, he suddenly realized why some girls made him come so quickly when they didn't really want to put out, but let him do it anyway.
As the cock thundered and ripped through his bowel, he understood why little Mary Henderson had cried so much when he had forced his cock into her tight, virginal cunt. Rape, they had called it. But his father's influence had halted any action against him for screwing the girl. No wonder the kid carried on like that. She probably felt just as he did right then. Every stroke felt as if it would split his ass with its violence.
How could he hurry the man up? He had read of the method whereby one could tighten the anal muscles and clench the intestines in such a way as to make it more pleasant for whoever was screwing them. If it didn't hurt so damn much, he could try it. But how the hell could he tighten up when his ass was already stretched as tight as a fucking drum?
There wasn't a frigging thing he could do but he there and hope the ramming prick wouldn't rip him open. Like Nancy Becker, he thought. He had talked her into letting him tie her up in a playful game. Then, he had stripped her and fucked her unmercifully for most of one Sunday afternoon, ignoring her promises to cooperate if he would only release her.
My God! How long could the guy screw without coming? He began counting the painful thrusts, losing track as he passed a hundred and the throbbing shaft slammed another inch deeper into his aching ass.
When it finally came, the shock took him by surprise. The cock slid faster for several seconds, then rammed deep and fucked him with short savage jabs. It slid back, almost out, and he sighed, thinking it was over.
"AGGGGHHHHHNNNNGG!"
His scream rattled the shack as the prick rammed to the balls and swelled against his tortured flesh, thumping and jerking inside his belly. He felt the thick hot sperm lance into his intestine, spurting again and again, filling him with its wet heat until he was certain he would burst.
Then, mercifully, happily, the cock relaxed, lying in his anal grip like a thick snake, throbbing only faintly. He breathed a sigh of relief and let his tense muscles relax, realizing that his palms were bleeding where he had dug his own nails into them.
In a few moments, the cock would leave him, letting the straining tissues return to normal, if that was possible. It was over! He hadn't blacked out, after all. He had taken his fucking like a man!
Suddenly, near his left ear, he heard Jeb Turner's soft voice. "How did you like that, Ronald? Does your asshole ache just a little bit? You want to take some other girl out and make her do something she don't want to do?"
He was too hoarse to answer. All he could do was shake his head wildly, wanting to beg and plead for that huge cock to be pulled out.
"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you," Jeb was saying. "That's just once! You know how it is, Ronald. Tammy sucked you off once and you wasn't satisfied. You just had to make her do it again. Well, you'd better brace your asshole, 'cause you just may be here all night!"
To Ronald's dismay, the cock was beginning to stroke again, seemingly even larger than before, spearing his guts with relentless thrusts and making him scream even though his cries were almost inaudible.
He remembered a youngster he and three other boys had lured into the woods one afternoon, corn-holing him one after the other while the kid screamed for mercy until he could no longer cry out. It had seemed impossible then. Now, it was a brain chilling reality. The awareness sent terror coursing through his body along with the pain of the pistoning cock.
The man could literally fuck him to death and he wouldn't even be able to scream!
As Catfish pumped his prick in and out with steady rhythm, Ronald Davis wept, his tears falling unheeded on the rough floor.
It was almost daylight when they parked the Chrysler a block away from the huge Davis home, leaving the half conscious Ronald propped behind the wheel.
They had swung by the Lewis place and Jeb had followed in the truck, picking Mancey up as soon as he had placed Ronald in position and removed the blindfold.
Settling back in the seat, Mancey yawned watching the road slide up to meet the yellow beams of the truck's headlights. "I'll bet that bastard won't set down for a month!" he chuckled.
Jeb nodded. "If it had been anybody else, I'd a been sorry for him. That son of a bitch had it comin'!"
"You know," Mancey reminded him. "The funny part of it is that Catfish wouldn't harm a flea! I don't know how the hell you ever got him to do that."
"You figure it," Jeb retorted. "The only way he can get his kicks is like that. But who the hell is gonna let him screw them with that damn pole of his? When I told him about Tammy, he reminded me that Ronald has done pretty much the same thing several other times. That's when we agreed it would be just the right punishment."
"It was just that, alright!" Mancey nodded "But I still can't believe it."
"Believe what?" Jeb asked.
"That damned Catfish came five times! Five fuckin' times, without ever pullin' his cock out!"
SEVEN
Carrie and Tammy waited in the air conditioned comfort of the Lewis car while Mancey and Jeb registered at the sprawling motel. Behind the wheel, Tammy pointed at the huge swimming pool where a dozen skimpily clad guests were splashing and laughing.
"It'll be good to get into that water," she remarked. "Did you bring your swimming suit, like I asked you?"
Beside her, Carrie nodded. "I'm more interested in gettin' something else into me!" she grinned. "I been thinkin' about this all night."
They had planned it in a brief conference on the rise back of the Nelson house. The men had described the events at Catfish Jones and Carrie had whooped with delight over Ronald's reaction to the big man's repeated assaults. Then, with characteristic honesty she had asked when they could all get together. When the decision had been made, Carrie took over, telling Mancey and Jeb to meet them at seven o'clock the following morning.
One hour later, she had convinced Obie that he would be performing a vital deed if he took Skeeter Lewis fishing the next day and Obie had agreed, happy to avoid the senseless chores of the farm. Then Carrie had used the car to convey the news to Tammy.
Skeeter had resisted the idea at first. But Tammy reminded him that the doctor had recommended all the exercise he could possibly get.
Obie picked Skeeter up at six o'clock, and thirty minutes later, Tammy was on her way to get Carrie. When they reached the spot where Mancey and Jeb were waiting, the men climbed into the back seat.
"If anybody sees us," Jeb pointed out, "they won't think nothin' if we're settin' like this."
It was also Carrie's idea that they use the Pleasant Rest Motel, some thirty miles away. She had never stayed at the big inn, but one of her cousins, who managed to capture a new partner at least once each week, had praised its facilities and proximity until Carrie was convinced that it would best serve their purpose.
Mancey and Jeb were grinning as they returned to the car, each swinging a key from its plastic identity oval. Carrie cranked down the window on her side and Mancey leaned down.
"We got 118 and 120," he told them, taking Jeb's key and handing them both through the window. "You all get comfortable. Me and Jeb'll pick up a bottle and be right back."
Tammy leaned forward to look up at the handsome face. "Mind if we take a swim before. .. ?" Her voice trailed off.
Mancey waved his hand in understanding. "Go ahead on!" he told them. "We'll bring you all a drink. Just leave the doors unlocked."
Tammy set the car in motion, nosing into the space before 118. Carrie followed her into the room and opened the connecting door with 120, placing her small overnight bag on the dresser and rummaging for the wispy bikini and abbreviated bra.
Tammy was just adjusting her own skin tight halter when Carrie rejoined her, exclaiming in admiration at the display of luscious curves. Her compliments brightened Tammy's mood and the girl was smiling when they emerged into the brilliant sunlight, running hand in hand to leap laughingly into the warm pool.
In the small package store, adjacent to the motel, Mancey and Jeb purchased two fifths of bourbon and carried them back to the room. Jeb went for ice while Mancey carefully poured four glasses half full of the fiery whiskey.
As he watched his brother drop the frozen cubes into the glasses, Jeb chuckled, "You reckon they'll be more fun if we get 'em half crocked?" He was already undressing, preparing to slip the swim trunks up over his dangling cock. Mancey tested one of the drinks with an exaggerated smack of his lips. "Any damn fool knows a wagon runs better if you give it a little oil," he answered. "Carrie don't need it. But you're gonna have to work on that Tammie. She ain't got over what Ronnie done to her."
"I reckon I can warm her up," Jeb drawled, sipping the bourbon and frowning. "Great shit! That's powerful stuff!"
Heads turned and feminine eyes glittered with admiration as the two men sauntered out to the pool, each carrying two brimming glasses. The swim trunks hugged their generous crotches and the outline of their flaccid cocks was clearly visible.
A red haired girl with sharp pointed breasts and inviting lips heaved her almost naked body out of the pool and stood dripping before them, smiling at their hungry stares. She angled one slender leg and shifted the bikini over the plump mound of her boldly thrusting pussy and pointed at the drinks.
"Is one of them for me?" she asked in a throaty voice.
Jeb started to answer, but Mancey's quick retort blocked him, "Jeb'll get you one," Mancey told her, "if it's worth the trip."
Her smile widened, showing white teeth, and she shifted her halter, making the breasts jiggle invitingly. "Carrie was right," she giggled. "You don't fool around!"
"You know Carrie?"
"For ages! I'm Jan Wills."
Mancey performed the introductions as Carrie and Tammy swam over to lean dripping tits on the marble edge of the big pool. "Jan's all by herself," Carrie explained. "You boys don't mind one more at the party. Do you?"
Jeb was already on his feet, the bulge in his shorts more prominent than before. "Come on, Jan!" he smiled. "We'll go get that drink!"
'Well! I'll be damned!" Mancey laughed, watching the girl's ass wiggle and bounce as she hurried to keep up with Jeb's long strides. "My little brother is growing up!"
Carrie pulled herself out of the pool and took a long drink from one of the frost rimmed glasses, making a wry face and shaking her trim hips suggestively. She handed it to Tammy who sipped carefully, finally taking two huge gulps and spluttering from the effect.
"Come on in, Mancey!" Carrie pleaded, tugging at his hairy arm. Then, rubbing her big tits against his chest, she whispered, "Maybe you can get Tammy loosened up! She's nervous as hell!"
Mancey grunted agreement, making a shallow dive into the water and stroking to the far end of the pool and back. He came up behind the almost motionless Tammy, reaching around her to grip the edge for support. His crotch pressed the firm cheeks of her ass and Mancey's dick began a slow swelling against the velvet heat. He felt her tremble, but she made no attempt to pull away. She lifted the glass and took another long swallow of the bourbon.
"Hey!" he teased, letting the gentle roll of the water rub his gathering hardness against her bottom. "You're hitting that stuff pretty fast. Ain't you?"
"Maybe I need it!" she said tightly. "I've never done anything like this before. Give me a little time, Mancey. Okay?"
He withdrew the pressure. "Sure, kid! Nobody's rushin you!"
She flashed him a strained smile over one smooth shoulder. "I didn't say to take that away! Just go slow!"
Carrie joined them, rubbing her curves against both their bodies as she reached for the almost empty glass, draining it with one gulp. Beneath the water, her hand slid between Mancey and Tammy to grip the ominous roll in Mancey's trunks. Tammy stiffened slightly at the touch of her groping fingers, then gave a nervous laugh.
"Which one of us are you playin' with?"
Carrie giggled, using one extended digit to caress the girl's cleft. "One more drink," she admitted, "and I wont care!" Her finger became bolder, edging between the clenching thighs and pressing upward against the sensitive perineum, sending a pronounced shudder through Tammy's body.
"Don't rush me!" the girl gasped. "Just don't rush me!"
Mancey pushed herself away from her and hugged Carrie's waist with one powerful arm, his hand cupping a half naked breast. "Let's see how Jan and Jeb are makin' out," he suggested. "And do a little of it ourselves!"
Carrie turned to Tammy. "You can come on in whenever you want to," she told her. Motioning to the glass topped table, she added, "There's another drink over there. Maybe that'll help."
She and Mancey climbed out and walked, arms around each other's waist, to the door of 120.
Behind them, Tammy shook the water from her lush body and claimed the iced bourbon, letting its heat dissolve the gnawing fear in her belly.
Inside the room, Carrie tossed Mancey a towel and used another to rub her own damp body, nodding at the closed door to the adjoining quarters.
"Wonder if they're busy," she said in a quiet voice.
Mancey was sliding his shorts down, freeing the half hard length of his big cock, and Carrie gave an admiring whistle. Grinning, he carefully dried the curly hair about the thick shaft and drew the towel through the area beneath his enormous balls.
"Get those things off," he suggested. "And well go find out."
His cock attained a stiffer angle as Carrie unveiled the coral tipped breasts and exposed the perfect triangle of her pubic bush. Walking heavily across the rug, he placed his ear against the connecting door, grinning as he heard the soft cries and the muted rhythm of the protesting bed.
"He's pourin' it to her!" he whispered. "Come on!"
With a quick motion, he turned the knob and pulled the door back, stepping in so Carrie could follow, their eyes drinking in the erotic scene.
Jeb was on his back in the middle of the big bed and Jan was kneeling above him, her sleek thighs straddling his hips and waist as she slid her slippery, red-haired cunt up and down on his commendable prick. Her face was contorted with the pleasure of the steady stroking and, for a moment, she was unaware of their entrance. When she saw them, her hips came to a halt with the cunt firmly clamped about Jeb's cock, the crimson curls tangled with his thicker, darker bush.
"We couldn't wait!" she panted, showing no trace of embarrassment. "You two gonna make it?"
Jeb winked at Mancey and reached up to palm the swaying tits of the crouched girl. "This chicken fucks like a damned rabbit!" he announced. "She's already come five times!"
Jan wiggled her cunt about his entrenched pole. "And I'm gonna come another five if you can hold out that long!" she exclaimed. Bracing her hands on his arms she began working her snatch up and down again, taking the huge cock with little grunts of delight.
"Jesus!" Carrie gasped. "That makes me hot!"
Mancey's prick was thrusting out in full hardness and he tugged her toward the bed. "I'll cool you off, sugar!"
Jeb managed to work his body to the far side of the bed without dislodging his implanted cock. Jan moved cooperatively, eyeing Mancey's huge erection with a hungry gleam.
As Carrie stretched out beside Jeb and spread her legs for Mancey's entry, Jan hissed, "Don't drain him, honey! I want some of that big thing!"
Jeb gave a vicious upward thrust, driving his cock against her shivering womb and making her cry out with the increased pleasure. "Ain't this one big enough for you?" he demanded.
"Hell, yes!" she groaned, screwing her ass to increase the deliciousness of the frictioning cock. "Don't get sore! You'll be shovin' it to Carrie in a few minutes!"
"Damn right!" Carrie answered, raising her knees as Mancey positioned himself above her and centered his cock in her gaping pussy. "I'm gonna fuck every .... UUUUNNNNNNHHH-UUUUNNNNNNHHHHGGG!"
Mancey's prick had forced its way into her cunt and was driving into her belly with incredible force and speed, taking her breath away with the delightful expansion and massage of her eager vagina. Her legs scissored his waist and she worked her ass in grinding circles.
"Get it, sweet daddy!" she moaned. "Fuck it good!"
For long minutes, there were no words. Only the sound of thrusting flesh and the resulting grunts and groans as their bodies writhed and pumped in passionate mating.
Jan's ass rose and fell with ever increasing speed as she screwed her cunt up and down on Jeb's prong, her juices trickling down to mat his curly hair and make a noisy, wet squishing each time her cuntal lips slammed down for a complete swallowing of his cock.
Mancey was kneading Carrie's ass with both hands, holding her pussy for the furious pounding of his big hips as he rammed in and out with savage strokes, each one jamming her womb higher inside her hunching belly. She had come almost immediately when the huge prick had entered her, and repeated the delicious climaxing within two minutes.
Jeb was the first to loose his boiling sperm, gasping with ecstasy as he shoved his exploding cock up into Jan's greedy cunt and let the volleys of hot cream blast into her churning womb, feeling the pussy squeeze and suck as she responded with still another violent orgasm of her own, hunching wildly as the delightful tremors coursed through her undulating belly.
Beside them, Mancey slammed in and out with a dozen furious strokes, then hilted his prick with a hoarse cry to let Carrie's avid cunt draw the cream from him with its clenching, sucking rhythm.
Panting and grinning, they lay in position for several minutes, whispering comments before permitting the slow withdrawal of spent organs. It was Carrie who suddenly cried: "Time to change over! There's nothing like a fresh cock to turn a woman on!"
Jan lifted her dripping cunt off Jeb's pole and waited until he could wiggle from under her. Then she flipped over and lay back, drawing her knees high and pulling the lips of her pussy into a gaping red oval.
"Come on, Mancey! Split my ass with that fuck-pole!"
Mancey withdrew from Carrie's cunt and worked his big body onto hers, poising his slippery cock with the bulbous tip resting in the juicy trough.
"How do you want it, sugar? Slow? Or fast?" "Give it to me slow, lover! I want to feel every inch of it!"
Jeb had stretched himself atop the willing Carrie, his wet cock resting against her belly and his chest pressing the aroused nipples of her generous breasts. Now, they both turned their heads to watch as Mancey began feeding his prong into the redhead's slit.
Jan gasped as the width of his tool stretched the labial lips, and her eyes saucered in disbelief. The fingers she had rested on his rib cage became nervous talons that clutched and trembled, even as her elastic walled cunt was trembling to the relentless advance of that enormous prick.
"God!" she whimpered. "Oh God!"
Carrie giggled, "I told you he was a fuckin' bull!"
"You're tearin' me open!" Jan moaned, her hips stirring in an effort to ease the pressure in her guts.
"Want me to stop?" Mancey grinned, forcing another inch into the slimy tightness.
"No! You bastard!" the girl hissed. "But you're gonna kill me with that damn thing!"
Carrie forced Jeb's head around until his face was over hers. "How about tearing me up?" she whispered.
Eagerly, he shifted his hips and eased his cock into the slippery trench, beginning a steady stroking when only the head was encased in the responsive tissues, increasing the length of the pis-toning with every entry.
"Ummmmm!" Carrie moaned, working her ass to heighten the delicious feeling. "That's a new one! Damn! What a way to put it in!" Her hips jerked and she began panting. "Do it, Jeb! I'm gonna come!"
Happily, Jeb reamed her with savage thrusts, feeling the hot tremors of her climax caress his cock as he jabbed the head deeper and deeper.
"AAAAGGGGNNNNHHHH!"
Jan's cry was a wild, keening sound that brought Jeb and Carrie to a sudden halt and snapped their heads around to see Mancey's ass pumping savagely between the girl's flailing legs, shoving his prick full length into the straining jaws of her cunt.
She was working her agile hips in perfect harmony with his powerful thrusts, sliding her cream filled pussy about the pistoning monster with sensuous caresses, the protesting lips bubbling noisily as they were pushed and pulled by the ramming cock.
Jan's head rolled helplessly on the pillow, her eyes glazed in the grip of unbearable ecstasy; her tongue thrust out between twisting, grimacing lips as if the huge prick was choking her with its repeated swelling of her vaginal sheath. The long legs cycled the air, dropping to Mancey's hunching ass, then stiffening almost straight up as the intense fucking produced still greater surges of pleasure in her undulating belly.
"That," Jeb whispered hoarsely, "is what I call real screwing!"
Carrie flexed her pussy about his hilted prick. "That ain't screwin'," she objected. "That's plain old, hard down fucking!"
In answer, Jeb reached back and caught her legs, one at a time, pulling them up until she was trapped beneath him, her cunt high and well positioned.
"Let's see what you call this!" he growled, pulling back and ramming deep into the delicious grip, plowing through the resisting tissues with savage thrusts.
"Damn!" Carrie cried, pumping her ass as much as the awkward position would permit. "Get it! Fuck it to me!"
Both girls were half sobbing from the intensity of their pleasure, their gurgling cunts squeezing and twisting about the driving, throbbing pricks, their hips writhing and their fingers clutching and digging at the heaving, straining bodies.
Choked cries and frantic gasps announced the repeated orgasms and the slimy cuntal juices trickled and spread until both their asses were coated, the slippery liquid gathered by the slamming scrotums, making the bulging globes slide more easily into the squirming anal cleft.
The bed, able to withstand the bouncing of one coupling with only a faint noise of protest, creaked and groaned under the repeated pounding of four threshing bodies, and each pair felt the transmitted echo of the other's thrust through the springing return of the heaving mattress.
Mancey was first to blast his heavy cream, burying his jerking prick in Jan's cunt and shooting the sperm directly into her greedy womb, making her scream with each swelling lunge of the jetting pole.
Jeb felt Carrie's fingers slide down the crack of his busily hunching ass and groaned as she forced first one, then two fingers inside the protesting anus, triggering the powerful spurts and sending the almost paralyzing surges of ecstasy through his quivering guts.
When Jeb released her leg, Carrie let it fall across Jan's outstretched limb, smiling weakly up into his flushed face.
"Just for the record," she panted, "I have never been so completely fucked!"
Jan's voice drifted from beyond Mancey's head. "That goes double for me! My pussy will never be the same again!"
It was Jeb who managed to get up and pour drinks, noting with satisfaction that his cock was still hard, while Mancey's had wilted to a sticky, flaccid column.
Carrie took one sip of her drink and got shakily to her feet, wiggling her hips and grinning. "My god!" she exclaimed. "I'm so full of come, I can feel it sloshing around in there when I move!"
Jan squeezed her thighs together in understanding. "I expect it to start running out my ears any minute!"
"Now," Mancey laughed, slapping her curved hip, "you know how much you women take out of a man!"
"Hey!" Carrie remarked. "Somebody better see about Tammy. She's gonna feel left out."
"The way she was acting," Mancey commented, "that's the way she wanted it."
"Hell!" Carrie snorted. "She just needs warmin' up. I'll go get her."
Gulping down the rest of her whiskey, she brought her still wet suit from the other room and managed to wiggle into it. At the door, she paused.
"If I ain't back in five minutes," she grinned, "start without me."
Jeb sat down on the edge of the bed, close to Jan's red head, his cock thrusting up against his belly in its throbbing hardness. She stared at it with narrowed eyes, a hungry feral expression slackening her lovely features and parting the red lips into moist portals for the slow extension of her dainty tongue.
Mancey was watching, brows creased in interest, but he remained silent, willing to let the moment run its course without interference.
Jeb leaned forward, bringing the head of his cock within inches of the girl's lips, his fingers touching the smooth curve of her cheek, trailing lightly down to her dimpled chin.
She drew a deep, shuddering breath, her nostrils dilating in the flare of mounting passion and she moved toward him with an almost inaudible moan of desire. He shifted cooperatively, easing the big cock still closer, the purple head still moist with the juices of his prolonged fuck, holding it within reach of the out-flicking tongue.
Jan touched him, experimentally, licking across the tiny eye and tasting the tart flavor of the fuck juices. The tongue withdrew, retreating behind the red lips and delivering its message to the taste buds inside her hungry mouth.
Then, with the suddenness of a striking snake, the red head was over his lap, the lips shaping into a wet oval and sliding down upon the thick prick, her tongue dancing and fluttering as she sucked him into her mouth and began the ritual of sliding, tugging, licking that made Jeb's hips buck with the intense pleasure of her attack.
She never touched him with her hands. Only her mouth was employed in that rapid, bobbing caress that. drew him into a, gasping, groaning mist of ecstasy until his cock was plunging far back in the girl's throat, the boiling sperm spurting to be gulped in greedy, noisy swallows until he was drained, and her lips could retreat with little licks of satisfaction.
Jan was sipping her drink again, as if nothing had happened, when Carrie led a blushing Tammy through the door, carefully locking it behind them.
Tammy's eyes darted from dangling cock to matted pubic hair, finally resting on the hard shaft that even Jan's avid suction had failed to diminish. Her face reddened still more, but she seemed unable to tear her eyes from the bloated prick.
"Look, Tammy," Carrie argued in a gentle voice. "You agreed to this. My God! You're not a child! You've been fucked before! The way you're acting, anybody would think you were still cherry! You were tickled shitless when you heard what the boys had done for you! Now, it's time to put out!"
"Carrie!" Mancey's quiet drawl halted her attack. "We don't aim to make Tammy do nothin' she don't want to do! Like I said before, I'd like to do it to her. So would Jeb. But, if she's so shook up she can't decide, why, just let her alone. Hell! She can watch the rest of us!"
Tammy flashed him a smile of gratitude, but it faded as fast as it appeared. She pressed one hand to an exquisitely shaped breast and licked her lips in desperation.
"I said I'd let you both fuck me," she said clearly. "And I will. Let me have one more drink. Okay?" She held Mancey's eyes with her own. "You first, Mancey."
Carrie hurried to pour a glass almost full, dropping two small ice cubes into the bourbon before handing it to the waiting girl. Tammy took two huge gulps and set the glass down, loosening her halter and displaying the two creamy mounds with their succulent nipples pointing slightly upward and outward as she breathed deeply, aware of the admiring stares of both men.
"Damn you!" Carrie exclaimed good-naturedly. "You make me feel flat-chested!"
"Me, too!" Jan complained. "If the rest of you is that delicious looking, I may rape you myself!"
Tammy smiled, relaxing a little more with the effect of the bourbon and the friendly bantering. She took another long drink from the glass and hooked her thumbs in the waistline of the bikini rolling it down until the curly hairs were visible. She paused, watching Mancey's prick begin stiffening, swinging out and rising as it stretched and lengthened.
As if hypnotized by its prodigious size, she kept her gaze fastened on the thing as she peeled the cloth down past the plump mound with its narrow vertical slit that winked invitingly as she stepped out of the bikini to stand naked, reaching for the glass and draining it.
Jan and Jeb got off the bed as she moved forward, a little unsteady on her long, lovely legs, her buttocks swaying with the sensuous twist of her slender waist.
Without a word, she lay down on the bed spreading her legs and drawing them slowly upward until her feet were flat against the mattress and her cunt was slightly parted.
Mancey stared at the waiting crotch. "My God!" he gasped. "That's eatin' pussy!"
"Then, what are you waitin' for?" Jeb grinned. "Eat it!"
Mancey moved forward like a creeping animal, his eyes half closed and the huge cock swaying and bobbing with each careful step. He knelt at the foot of the bed and flattened his hands on either side of Tammy's feet, staring down at the moist slit and running his tongue slowly about his parted lips.
The girl's head lifted so she could watch him, some of his passion penetrating her own fear induced defenses and sending a quiver of anticipation through the firm flesh of her slightly rounded belly.
Jan and Carrie drew close to Jeb, pressing against him as his arms encircled their yielding waists, their eyes glued to Mancey's face as he slowly approached the silken valley, halting about two inches from the plump ridges and opening his mouth, exhaling his warm moist breath against the sensitive crease.
Tammy's face showed the effect of the light caress, but her body remained motionless, waiting tensely for that first lingual contact.
Unable to resist the alluring slit any longer, Mancey's lips descended, the tongue thrusting out to probe between the outer folds and slide slowly upward, broadening to caress the yielding flesh and pressing inward as the muscle slid over the quivering membranes of her inner lips.
Tammy's head snapped back, her teeth grinding together and her lips straining to suppress the sharp cry of passion. Her arms stiffened and her fingers clutched the wrinkled sheet as if seeking support for her own whirling thoughts. The tongue lapped upward again and her feet came up, suspended in mid air until Mancey began the third delicious trip through the pussy trough. Then, they lifted higher until they rested lightly on Mancey's shoulders, trembling there until he stiffened his tongue and bored into the hungry slit, flicking the vaginal walls as it writhed and twisted into the spasming grip.
The legs slid down onto his shoulders, the thighs closing about his head as if to hold him captive, thus insuring the continuation of that delightful caress.
Mancey's big hands moved to cup her ass, lifting it for his eager feasting, the thumbs reaching in to part the plump pads, permitting a greater access for his tongue and lips.
Tammy was beginning to moan, a muted whimpering as her head rolled from side to side and her lips worked in speechless pleading. Her hips quivered and she began grinding them, screwing her aroused cunt onto that flashing tongue in frantic shoves.
The watching trio could hear him now. His saliva mixed with Tammy's juices and his tongue stirred them in the pulsating well of her pussy, sucking them in and out of his mouth, then forcing them back into her cunt with forceful pressure, following them with his probing tongue until she squealed with joy.
Then, as the girl's violent writhing indicated she could stand no more, he pulled her pliant membranes into his mouth and rammed his tongue in and out between them with incredible speed, the effect manifested by the frantic drumming of her heels on his broad back and the hoarse cries of ecstasy as her thighs sawed at his bowed head.
Jeb was suddenly aware that the two girls had slipped to their knees, one on either side. As he glanced down, he saw their lips meet above the thrusting prong of his cock, then part to press wetly and warmly against the throbbing head. His breath heaving in deep shuddering breaths, he watched and felt as their mouths claimed him, first one, then the other, the lips embracing the slick knob just long enough for the flailing tongue to fully encircle it before releasing it for the other's eager attention.
He felt the hot pulsing as his seminal fluid oozed through the strutted column and heard Carrie's whimper as it was caught on her writhing tongue. Then, Jan was sucking him and Carrie was lipping his balls, teasing their swaying globes with quick lashes of her hot tongue.
On the bed, Tammy was crying out as Mancey's mouth devoured her juices in voracious suction, his tongue massaging her clitoris and driving deep into the spongy center of her convulsing cunt. She had already come, not once, but several times. But Mancey continued to suck and lick that overflowing cunt, demanding still more of the delicious nectar that coated his spearing tongue.
Jeb felt a mouth completely envelope his cock, the lips sliding to the very base while the tongue pulsated against the sensitive underbelly, and he looked down to see Carrie's head moving in delightful engulfment while Jan licked wetly at his hairy thigh.
He reached down and pushed Jan's head toward his back, watching her knee-walk around until she was crouched behind him, her tongue lapping eagerly into the crack of his ass, searching for the striated circle of his anus, then sliding into him with a hot stiffening that made him groan with pleasure.
Jeb's legs trembled, the knees jerking, straining to achieve the utmost from the unprecedented manipulation of cock and anus by the two whimpering nymphs who had cast all reservations aside in complete surrender to the overwhelming tide of depraved lust.
Jan's lips squirmed against his asshole, her tongue sliding into him until he could have sworn she was using a wet, pliant cock to literally fuck him in that clenching, roiling channel, and the sensation increased the ecstasy induced by Carrie's avid sucking of his thrusting, throbbing prick.
She was taking him deep in her throat with every rapid bobbing of her tousled head, swirling her tongue about the pulsing glans and whining with determination, her fingers gently massaging the leathery pouch and pressing the rolling nuts to hasten his orgasm.
Through a haze of gut wrenching pleasure, Jeb saw Mancey lift Tammy's writhing ass still higher, worrying his mouth against her dripping cunt and gulping her oozing juices with gurgling grunts of delight. Tammy's fingers clutched and clawed at his hair, pressing his face more firmly between the velvet pads of her quivering thighs, crying out in wordless ecstasy as his tongue lashed and flicked, flaying her pussy into repeated climaxes and preparing the delicious cunt for the entry of that monstrous cock that now rubbed its slippery head against her elevated back.
Jeb wanted to wait, to release his surging come into Carrie's mouth as he watched Mancey's huge cock penetrate Tammy's tight pussy. He wanted to be close enough to see the delicate membranes stretched by the enormous girth of his brother's prick until they were shoved inward in helpless protest, their infinite nerve endings frictioned into a writhing mass of unbearable delight.
But Carrie's tongue was too demanding, the hot, sucking sliding of her wet mouth too greedy. Jan's insistent lingual stroking of his flexing asshole had stripped him of all control.
With a groan of surrender, he grabbed Carrie's head, forcing his strutted cock into her mouth and down that clutching, gulping throat, fucking the jerking lance in and out with short, savage thrusts as the ecstasy became hot-sweet agony in that trembling instant before his come shot forcefully against the girl's tonsils.
She swallowed, again and again, each hungry gulp tightening the mushy tissues about the head of his jetting prick and increasing the violence of his orgasm until he could only stand, trembling and whimpering, as she sucked the last delicious sperm from his fully entrenched cock.
Even Jan, with her tongue buried in his ass, had come, her body responding to the wild throbbings of his powerful ejaculation. Carrie had made it twice, once with her own passionate assault, and again when Jeb had unleashed his load.
Now, they lolled on the rug, forearms draped on the bed, as Mancey lowered Tammy's ass to the rumpled sheet and moved upward until his magnificent prick was poised above her freshly sucked cunt.
Carefully, almost reverently, he pressed the huge head into the juicy furrow, pressing just enough to indent the reluctant lips of her pussy and let her feel the size of the organ that was about to invade her belly to a depth she had never dreamed possible.
Tammy's knees drew up, her ass curving in the ancient rite of receptivity, the thighs parting to increase the width of that slippery slit. She drew a long breath and held it, tucking her lower lips between the white teeth and digging her nails into Mancey's broad shoulders in tense waiting.
With three pairs of excited eyes glued to the nexus of their naked bodies, Mancey's ass tightened and his hips lowered between the quivering thighs, forcing the swollen knob through the gripping sphincter and into the pulsating channel of her cunt, filling and stretching, expanding the vaginal walls and sliding through their torrid caress with relentless advance.
Still chewing her lower lip, and incapable of breathing until she was certain her body could actually cope with this monstrous invasion, Tammy could only exhale with little grunts, her ass squirming in a constant effort to adjust her bursting cunt about the throbbing cock.
Mancey gave her only half the length of it, pausing to enjoy the voluptuous wriggling of her pussy before beginning the equally slow withdrawal. Tammy's eyes snapped open as the prick retreated, and she drew a shuddering breath before Mancey reached the peak of his upward swing.
"AAAHHHHHGGGG!"
He re-entered her with a powerful thrust of his ass and her eyes bulged with the strain of his sudden, forceful filling. Her heels beat against the empty air and the thighs clamped his hips, then jerked away as if fearful of encouraging an even deeper penetration.
Mancey's cock, withdrawing for still another plunge into her protesting cunt, seemed to the excited watchers to be completely dry. The extreme tightness of Tammy's pussy lips had cleaned the shaft of all but an occasional fleck of her slippery fluid. But, inside, the huge prick was bathed in an ever increasing flow of that hot, thick liquid. It laved his pistoning rod with mucoid embrace, enabling the shaft to thrust deeper into the spasming grip, parting the tissues and spreading their lubricated folds into a slimy sheath that clutched and shivered against his passage.
Tammy's cry was triumphant as the heavy balls slapped gently against her winking anus and the tortured lips of her pussy squeezed down about the very base of his shaft, teased by the curly hairs that clustered about the cock in generous profusion.
She had taken him I Her belly felt as if it would burst and her pussy ached from labia to womb with the terrific strain! But she had contained the entire, unbelievable length in her womanhood! It was an even greater triumph than that distant day when she had surrendered her virginity to the amateurish probing of a passionate classmate. She had thought that the simple loss of her cherry was sufficient initiation into complete maturity. Now, with pulse racing and her whole body trembling with its throbbing invasion, she realized that all the other times had been but insignificant rehearsals for this shattering event.
Even her painful experience with Ronald Davis became an amusing stepping stone on her way to complete fulfillment. Nothing, prior to this moment was of any consequence. All that mattered, all that existed for Tammy was that tremendous prick that was already beginning to drive in and out of her belly, sliding through her slippery vagina with overwhelming power and speed.
She was being fucked! Her brain echoed the word and fed it downward to the tense muscles of hips and thighs. FUCK! Her ass came alive with a voluptuous writhing that screwed the clutching cunt about the cock with sinuous, sultry rhythm, squeezing and twisting to caress every portion with avid suction.
Mancey welcomed the response by driving still faster, pumping the meat to her with furious poundings of his powerful hips, slamming his balls against her wriggling ass and probing the torrid mouth of her convulsing womb with each full length stroke.
Her juices built, churning about his prick until the pressure forced, them outward, gurgling and bubbling about the sliding shaft, foaming and trickling until her ass was streaked with their sticky extension and his balls were coated.
Like two rutting animals, they clung together, arms locked and Mancey's head buried in the pillow beside hers, her breasts pressed and released by the massive heavings of his giant chest. Their hips met and parted, slammed together with bone jarring force, pumped with that furious rhythm which reached for still greater union, ground together as if seeking to force even the massive testicles inside the greedy suction of Tammy's voracious pussy.
Her legs altered their position with almost constant shifting, changing the angle and tension of her cunt to increase the already unbearable pleasure of that steady frictioning.
Her ass weaved and bucked, hunched and wiggled, writhed and twisted, pumped the slippery sheath up and down even as his rod was sliding into her.
Her pussy chewed his cock with a million velvet lips, sucked it with an equal number of invisible mouths and flayed its length with countless lashing tongues, concentrating on that throbbing head which speared her cervix with ecstatic probings.
Tammy came, her ass jerking and circling with the tremors of full climax. She came again, legs flexing and heels drumming his pounding ass in wild abandon. She came a third and a fourth time, choking back the cries of rapture and working her cunt to effect the release of Mancey's sperm, aware that only that spurting cream could extinguish the inferno in her steaming cunt.
When it came, she screamed, repeating the gurgling cry with each savage leap of the hilted prick and the hot, surging bolt of his come against her hungry womb. Her ass bounced and gyrated with incredible speed and agility, massaging his exploding cock with a grinding of that delicious cunt that milked and stripped him to the last delicious drop.
When Mancey rolled off, panting his satisfaction, Tammy ran slender fingers up along her inner thighs, trailing them through the oozing lips of her cunt and smearing the thick juices upward onto the flat heaving of her belly.
She turned her face, slack with passion, to stare at Jeb's hungry eyes, her tongue curving upward to flick against her upper lip in seductive allure.
"Prick!" she gasped, the word slurred by her panting and the swelling of her tongue as she had chewed it during Mancey's prolonged ride. "Give me some more prick, Jeb! I want to fuck!"
Jeb's cock had been hard for most of the frantic session and it became stiffer still at her hoarse demand. He slipped from the encircling arms of Carrie and Jan and stood up, leaning over the naked Tammy to roll her onto her stomach, watching the lovely ass shove its twin globes up in eager invitation.
His shaft slid between her thighs as he mounted her, searching for the cuntal opening and driving his prick to the hilt in that tight, come-filled channel. For a dozen stabbing strokes, he satisfied the hungry pussy. Then, his cock dripping with her juices and the thick cream Mancey had blasted into her, he yanked his pole out and raised the slippery head until it was pressed firmly against her puckered anus.
Even through the brain-numbing fog of desire, Tammy sensed his intention, and her buttocks tightened in protest, her ass descending until her belly was jammed hard against the bed.
"I've never done it that ..... NOOOOOI UNNNNHHHHH!"
Anticipating her initial reluctance, Jeb had already begun screwing the tip into the clenching circle, forcing the sphincter to expand, stretching it over the smooth, oily knob until it snapped past the flared rim to grip his shaft.
She stopped fighting, holding her breath as Jeb worked the cock into her, pausing after each grinding shove to let the straining tissues settle their hot embrace about him. Deeper and deeper into her slippery anal canal he drove the throbbing prick, hands tight about her quivering hips and knees keeping the lovely legs spread wide, one slender ankle draped across Mancey's shin as he lay watching them with a curious smile.
Carrie and Jan wasted no time in going to work on Mancey's huge genitalia. Jan approached from beside his chest and drew the entire flaccid cock into her wet lipped mouth, rolling the spongy mass about with easy twistings of her expressive tongue. Carrie encouraged him to lift one leg so she could shove her excited face into his crotch, tonguing his leathery scrotum where Tammy's juices still clung in sticky profusion.
Jeb had managed to cram most of his cock into Tammy's ass and was stroking the incredible tightness with satisfying grunts, feeling the slight easing of the intestinal sheath and the rapid accumulation of the oily fluids which lubricated his path.
Tammy's hips stirred, experimentally at first, testing the ability of her virgin ass to accept his probing shaft. The constant frictioning was beginning to feel good. So good, in fact, that she pushed the plump cheeks up to receive his downward thrust, relaxing the powerful muscles in willing acceptance.
Jeb dropped his broad chest against her arched back, slipping his hands beneath her to palm a generous breast with each one, kneading and squeezing as he pumped his prick in and out with delicious deliberation.
"Like it, now?" he whispered, his lips close to her ear. He followed the question with a slow lick of his tongue into the dainty aural folds and her ass jerked, the colon tightening.
"God, yes!" she groaned. "I can feel it in my pussy! I didn't know it was like this! I always thought it was dirty!"
"Hell!" Jeb grunted, rolling her nipples with warm fingers. "Some women like it better this way than the other! Shove your hand down there and play around! It'll feel even better!"
Tammy shook her head, her hair swirling against his face. Jeb released one tit and grabbed an outstretched arm, forcing it down and under her belly, guiding it until he was rubbing her fingers against the juicy slit, massaging the plump clitoris.
Her body shivered, a soft whimper of ecstasy easing from her throat. Her hand began a movement of its own, dipping the fingers into the slimy cunt and sliding them up and down in the swollen furrow.
"Get up on your knees, baby!" Jeb urged. "That ass is just beggin' to be fucked good and hard!"
She didn't argue, this time. Her legs wriggled and he eased the pressure enough to permit her body to assume a kneeling position, head down and ass thrust up and back. The fingers were working savagely in that dripping cunt, even sliding back to touch his cock as it slid in and out of her tightly stretched asshole.
He heard Mancey groan and glanced down to where Jan was sliding those greedy lips up and down the full length of the aroused prick, slobbering and whining as she sucked him.
Carrie had managed to work her tongue into his ass and was giving him the same treatment Jan had provided for Jeb in their earlier union.
In addition, Mancey was using two fingers in Jan's juicy slit, frigging her into repeated comes as she took his giant cock far back in her throat with every rise and fall of her tangled red hair.
Jeb shifted his hands, curving his fingers upward over Tammy's smooth shoulders and gripping them, using the hold to lever his hips forward as he thrust deeper into that grinding ass, fucking her with powerful shoves that brought a grunt of delight and made her fingers dance more frantically in the oozing jaws of her cunt.
He wanted to hold back, to enjoy the feel of those writhing muscles about his prick and savor the hot suction as her ass churned and squeezed about him. But the surging ecstasy in his pumping hips would not be denied. It forced him into a savage thrusting that drove the grunting Tammy upward in the bed, rocking her body with its fury and driving his cock to the hilt in her quivering, roiling gut.
She felt him grow, filling her to unbearable dimensions, fucking with incredible speed and creating a blinding, searing climax in her greedy cunt. Then, with convulsive shudders, his come was spurting into her ass, hot and wet, seeming to send its heat through the walls of her vagina as he bucked to a groaning finish in her writhing tail.
EIGHT
At almost the exact instant that Tammy accepted Jeb's orgasmic volleys in her previously unviolated asshole, some forty miles away in spatial distance, Skeeter Lewis suddenly discovered a new and frightening element of his own complex personality.
One of the first things Obie Nelson had done, after helping him into the car that morning, was point to the half-gallon jug on the floorboard.
"Right there," the older man said in a conspiratorial tone, "is some of the finest drinkin' liquor you ever stuck your tongue in! You take a big swig of that, Skeeter, and you'll forget all about that damned leg!"
Ordinarily, Skeeter would have refused, pleading the early hour rather than his personal dislike of the stuff. But, if he was to spend the next several of those hours with Obie, it would be best to humor him. Hefting the heavy jug he uncapped it and took a long swallow.
To his surprise, the whiskey went down quite easily, producing a warm, mellow glow in his throat and chest as he carefully placed it between his feet. Then, just as he straightened, the whiskey seemed to explode in his guts. It was a velvet explosion and thoroughly pleasant, but one which left him gasping and red faced with the diffusion of its heat throughout his body, most of it seeming to drive straight to his balls and radiating to the end of his limp cock, swelling it almost instantly with the rapid rush of blood into its flaccid bulk.
"Godamighty!" he gasped, fumbling for his cigarettes and lighting one with trembling fingers. "What is that?"
Obie laughed delightedly, "Catfish says it's fuckin' whiskey! Whatever it is, it sure does make your pecker jump! You feel it down there?"
Skeeter cupped his crotch with one hand and dragged on the cigarette, nodding vigorously. "First time I've had a hard since this goddamn leg went out on me!"
Obie waited til he had negotiated the car onto a side road before he replied, "Bet Tammy ain't too happy about that. Hell! You've been hobblin' for weeks!"
Skeeter merely nodded, smoking in silence for several seconds. "Ever find it hard to keep up with your woman, Obie?" he asked suddenly.
"Whatta you mean?" Obie demanded, shooting him a curious glance. "Keepin' her satisfied?"
Skeeter nodded, flipping the butt through the open window and refusing to look at his companion. "I started to tell the doc about it. But I don't reckon there's much he could do with a thing like that."
"Tammy's a right pretty woman," Obie observed. "Reckon if you can't get it up for her, the damn thing just wont come up at all!" He chuckled to prove the innocence of his remark, then added, '"Course, I could let you borrow Carrie. That'd be the neighborly thing to do!"
Skeeter joined in the laugh, "Wouldn't them two have a shit hemorrhage if they heard us talkin' like this?"
"Hey!" Obie exclaimed. "You know, some folks do that for real. Trade their wives around and stuff. I been readin' about it in the paper. Maybe we ought to start something like that around here."
"I read that," Skeeter answered. "It said some of the women paired off and some of the men did, too."
"Reckon that's their business," Obie commented, watching the road. "Ever try that, Skeeter?"
The younger man's eyes turned, narrowing. "You mean . . . with a man?"
"Sure! Hellfire! It goes on all the time. Ain't nothin' to be ashamed of."
Obie braked the car, pulling up under a huge shade tree just feet from the bank of the vast lake. He reached over and lifted the jug, drinking and handing it, still open, to Skeeter. As the man tipped the whiskey down his throat, Obie said, "You and Tammy go in for anything special?"
Skeeter lowered the jug, waiting for the bomb to go off in his belly. He shook his head, accepting no offense from the question. "'Fraid to suggest it," he murmured. "Thought about it lots of times."
Obie climbed out and began unloading their fishing gear from the back seat, carefully lifting a can and inspecting the cover. "Dug these bastards up 'fore daylight," he observed, showing the wriggling worms to Skeeter before carrying them to the bank. "Need any help gettin' out?"
"I can make it," the man answered. "That liquor must have loosened it up, or something. It don't hurt none."
His limp was almost unnoticeable as he joined Obie on the grassy bank and lowered himself to a seat, the one leg thrusting out as he adjusted his body. Obie went back for the jug and dropped beside him, unscrewing the cap.
"Let's have one more before we start fishin'," he suggested, hoisting the jug with a throaty gurgle. He watched as Skeeter imitated the performance, then set the whiskey aside.
He touched his companion's leg with a forefinger. "Where does it hurt, anyway?"
Skeeter took Obie's hand and guided it to the muscle just beneath his crotch. "Right there! The damn thing tightens up and aches like crazy!"
The fingers tightened, squeezing the inner thigh with gentle pressure, remaining there after Skeeter's hand had moved away. Their eyes met, questioning and a little shy, Skeeter's uncertain and Obie's pleading.
The fingers moved higher, just enough for the edge to touch the semi-hardness of Skeeter's partial erection, tentative and innocent until they felt the swift increase of the phallic bulge.
Holding the younger man's gaze, Obie let his fingers drift over the outline of the rapidly swelling cock. He moistened his lips with a slow, suggestive licking, increasing the pressure as his hand moved, exploring and measuring.
"Want me to fix that problem you got there?" he asked in a tight whisper.
Skeeter took a deep breath, his brows moving in indecision. Then, with the fingers beginning to squeeze him, he said, "I always did say I'd beat the shit out of any man that tried to do that to me!" It was not a threat and Obie's lips tilted in understanding.
"Guess every man feels that way 'fore he tries it," he admitted. His hand was bolder now, rubbing the engorged cock through the rough material of the trousers. "All you gotta do is tell me to stop."
Skeeter was leaning back on extended arms and Obie reached over with his free hand to begin unbuckling the wide leather belt, sliding the zipper down and opening the fly. He released his hold on the throbbing organ to force the trousers and shorts downward, smiling still more as Skeeter's hips lifted cooperatively. A moment later, with the garments pushed to one side after being pulled off over his shoes and socks, Obie curled his fingers about the naked cock and skinned it down until the bloated head reared in throbbing strain, a trace of clear jism seeping from the taut little eye and sparkling like dew in the morning sunlight.
Obie's thumb slid up to spread the slipper fluid down onto the sensitive triangle beneath that pulsing glans and the man's mouth opened, his eyes closing at the delightful sensation.
"You mean," Obie said, leaning closer and bathing the head with his breath, "you ain't never had a man suck you off?"
"Once!" Skeeter's voice was ragged. "I mean, one guy! We was in service together."
The hand worked up and down, slowly and gently, squeezing just enough to heighten the pounding pulse of the bulging vein that arched upward along the cock's underside.
"You ever do it to him?" was the soft question.
"No!... I mean... not at first! Then, I did!"
Skeeter's eyes opened and he stared down at Obie's head, bowed above his naked lap. "I ain't never told nobody else about that! I tried to not even think about it! Tammy'd die if she knowed it!"
Obie's head twisted about to enable him to meet the man's stare. "Don't you reckon I know how you feel? I been hidin' it from Carrie, just like you been doin' with Tammy! That's why I been hittin' the bottle so damn hard! Figure if I'm drunk, Carrie won't expect me to screw her."
Skeeter's - face softened, his lips parting and trembling. "Do it, Obie!" he cried softly. "Oh goddamn! Do it!"
Happily and hungrily, Obie's mouth opened moist and warm, sliding down over the slipper head of the prick and drawing it into his mouth with eager suction. His tongue curved, forming a spongy barrier for the throbbing tip, massaging it with slow, delicious writhings.
Skeeter's moan filtered through clenched teeth as the lips began sliding up and down, the tongue lashing and swirling.
It had been so long! So terribly, disappointingly long since Paul's mouth had performed this same delicious caress. Now, by closing his eyes, he could imagine that it was Paul's lips, Paul's tongue, Paul's excited whimper. It was Paul's mouth sucking, wetly and greedily, engulfing him and sending the ecstatic shudders through his belly. How many times had he cried out with the almost painful release as his come shot into Paul's throat, or into the equally delightful grip of his hot, eager ass? A hundred? A thousand?
How many nights had he conjured a memory of Paul's young body to replace the reality of Tammy's writhing flesh? She had asked him once, early in their marriage, why he never talked during their lovemaking. But he had been unable to explain that it was only by imagining her juicy cunt to be Paul's much tighter ass he could ever complete the act.
Obie's mouth was working faster, sliding and sucking, bathing his cock in the warm saliva and pumping him toward the orgasm he could feel churning in the balls Obie fondled with gentle fingers.
It was not Paul! he told himself. It was Obie. And it was good! There was no need for the strained imagery, the forced imaginings. He could shove his prick into the greedy suction with full awareness. It was Obie who would drink his come with those deep, throaty gurgles of satisfaction.
He came, groaning and writhing, his hands holding Obie's head as his hips pumped the prick into his mouth in the last shocking strokes before his sperm lashed out in angry spurts, harsh and free.
They drank from the jug, stripping all clothing away and embracing in the warm sun, bodies touching and hands exploring. Their lips met, hesitantly at first, then bold and demanding in the sweep of renewed passion. Their cocks, both hard, pressed together, slid between their bellies and throbbed in the repeated caress of exploring fingers.
When Obie turned him on his belly and licked wetly through his anal cleft, Skeeter voiced no objection. He felt the wet deposit of saliva on his asshole and he moaned with joy as the stiffened prick pressed into him.
There was a little pain. After all, it had been years since he had been corn-holed. But the pain was short lived and the pleasure more intense with each stroke of the pulsating cock. He worked his hips, tightening and relaxing his intestinal muscles as Obie fucked him, hoping he could contain his own threatening release until he was in Obie's ass.
Panting and writhing, their naked bodies glistening with the sweat of their labor, they cried out in the massive surging of long denied lust and sweet fulfillment as the prick rammed and spurted, sucked by the avid clenchings of the hungry ass.
Later, his brain numbed by the combination of whiskey and repeated orgasms, Skeeter found Obie's cock in his mouth, tart and delicious - as it slid over his tongue and made him gag with the depth of its thrusting. He sucked the sliding prick, sucked and tongued it with hunger whimpers until the thick, ropey semen was splashing against his palate and he was gulping it down, eagerly and noisily, milking the cock with greedy lips.
With the jug half empty and their passion temporarily sated, they lay in the shade of the trees, touching now and then as if to reassure themselves that the ecstasy had been real, waiting for the inevitable return of desire.
The fishing gear lay unnoticed as the sun crept past the zenith and began sliding down the cloudless sky, reflecting its heat from the lake in shimmering waves. Their bodies were slippery as they came together, Obie on top and Skeeter on his back in the soft grass, his legs drawn up until that wonderful cock could worm its way into his ass and begin that delicious stabbing.
They kissed, tongues writhing and exploring, as Obie fucked him, gently at first, then furiously as the sensations became demandingly delicious. The prick probed deeper and deeper into his receptive ass, massaging his prostate and making his hip pump in wild response, his own cock throbbing and hard between their sliding, smacking bellies.
Skeeter's hand clutched his buttocks, spreading them, fingers touching the slimy sides of Obie's pistoning prick, teasing the dangling balls that slapped and trembled with each gut splitting shove. His ass was tender, almost sore, from the repeated assaults. But his desire was greater than any physical discomfort and the exquisite thrills seemed to heighten in intensity with each jarring plunge of that pulsating cock.
"I'm gonna come, Obie!" he panted, His prick, rolling and sliding between them, was already beginning to jerk with the tremors of pre-orgasmic pleasure.
"Try to hold it!" Obie gasped, pumping faster to hasten his own climax, shoving in and out with slurping strokes.
Skeeter's lips twisted. "I can't!" he cried, his body jerking and the trapped cock swelling with the rush of his come.
Obie moved quickly, pulling his shaft from Skeeter's ass and scrambling downward, his mouth open in eagerness, reaching for the prick that reared over the younger man's belly, arched and straining.
The sperm shot from the slitted tip, spraying Obie's chin and throat. Then, before the second spurt could escape, Obie's lips closed about the head, sucking with fierce tugs, his tongue swirling and massaging. With noisy gulps, he claimed the precious nectar, continuing his hungry tugging until long after Skeeter's come had been drained and his cock was diminishing.
Licking his lips, Obie moved upward again, pressing his mouth to the other mans lips and lifting his chin so Skeeter could lick the spilled cream from his skin, trembling at the erotic caress and working his hips to jam his own stiffened cock against Skeeter's wilting member.
"Turn over again, lover!" he demanded gently. "I've got to get that ass!"
Skeeter obeyed, still panting from his orgasm, rolling over to offer his ass for Obie's pleasure and grunting as the engorged prick slid into him, beginning that delightful stroking before it was fully hilted.
It was over quickly. Too quickly. While Skeeter worked his hips and flexed his anal muscles, Obie's semen lanced into his ass, shoved deeper by the last frantic thrusts of the spitting cock.
NINE
Two days had passed since Mancey and Jeb had spent the day with Carrie, Tammy and Jan. Sarah had suspected nothing, for Mancey had been able to summon up one more hard before collapsing into a ten hour sleep after their return.
Jeb had tried to get Sharon alone long enough to arrange another opportunity to sample that delicious cunt. But she had avoided him with a skill he had never before noticed. By the end of forty eight hours, Jeb was ready to hike across the rise, if necessary, and see if either Carrie or Tammy was in the mood for a little action. His prick was beginning to assume a near-perpetual state of erection as he relived the wild orgy at the motel.
He and Mancey had worked throughout the morning in the field back of the barn, sweating until their shirts were drenched and their trousers legs clung wetly to their heavily muscled thighs. At noon, Jeb took a long drink from the water bucket and watched Mancey climb down from the tractor.
"Think I'll mosey over and see if Obie's to home," he told his brother, answering the amused grin with one of his own.
"Hell!" Mancey suggested. "If Obie's there, kick him in the ass and screw her anyway! He won't say nothing!"
Mancey stood watching as Jeb climbed the rise, then, still grinning, he started toward the house. If he had time, after lunch, he would throw a quick one into Sarah. He didn't want to sweat through the afternoon with a damned hard!
He pushed open the back door and saw Sharon bending over the stove, peering into the oven to check the pan of biscuits that showed golden brown. His eyes traveled upward along the youthful curves of her perfect calves to where the short skirt had hiked almost to the swell of her heart-shaped bottom.
Goddamn! What a pair of legs that girl had! The smooth flawless thighs held his eyes like a magnet, stiffening his cock into a throbbing hardness.
Quietly, he stole across the room and threw his arms about the slender waist, pulling the girl back against him and jamming his hard into the yielding warmth of her bottom, planting a wet playful kiss on her bare shoulder where the shoulder strap of her blouse had slipped aside.
She stiffened with a gasp of surprise, then twisted about in his arms to throw both forearms across his broad shoulders and offer her lips for his kiss.
Mancey's mouth covered hers, tasting her sweetness and the intoxicating thrill of her hesitant tongue reaching out to find his own, meeting and twisting in mounting boldness.
Surprise and elation blended with Mancey's passion. It was the first time Sharon had ever kissed him like that. Nor had she ever deliberately worked her hips against his erection in that manner. Always, before, when she had felt the hardness pressing against her body, she had quickly moved away, pretending to not notice the thing.
"Where's your maw?" Mancey asked thickly, releasing her lips, but holding her pressed tightly against him, feeling the stab of taut nipples through his wet shirt.
"She went over to the Watson's place," Sharon explained, her breath coming faster than usual and her voice softer. "I can set lunch for you."
"I think I'd like another kiss," he said, claiming her lips and drawing her tongue into his mouth, sucking it with gentle tugs until she was squirming against him, rolling her belly against his huge cock.
Holding her pliant waist with one arm, he slid his hand around to cup her firm tit, squeezing and gripping, fingers tightening about the swollen nipple and teasing it into even greater rigidity.
"Daddy!" she gasped as he lifted his mouth. "We oughten to do this!"
He kissed her forehead, still holding her body close and fondling that warm, spongy breast. "Don't my baby girl like it?" he whispered.
"I......Yessss!" she panted. "But . . . we just oughten!"
He swept her up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom with quick strides, ignoring her soft protests and depositing her on the bed, her skirt sliding up to reveal the curly silk of her pussy. Mancey stood looking down at her, his eyes glittering with desire, his prick throbbing and jerking against his trousers.
"Daddy!" Sharon whispered, her eyes registering both fear and excitement. She made no move to cover the exposed cunt, realizing that he would only yank the skirt aside if she did. Her body was quivering with the perverted lust the touch of his erection had induced in her hungry crotch and she felt the growing wetness between the soft lips of her pussy.
Mancey's hands were on her, brushing her feeble protests aside, unbuttoning the blouse and baring the creamy mounds of her prominent tits, sliding the skirt down and leaving her naked, tanned flesh burning under his gaze as he began undressing.
She cried out at sight of the tremendous cock, its swollen head dripping the slippery fluid and jerking with each tremor of the enormous shaft. She had seen it before, from a distance, invading her mother's cunt with its powerful thrusting. But it had not appeared so large and threatening as now.
Uncle Jeb's had left her sore for a full day, and it was not nearly so large as this! She couldn't possibly contain the whole of that pulsing length! Her cunt tightened instinctively, protectively at the thought.
Yet there was a greater, more powerful urge that swept through her body like waves of summer heat, demanding that she open her flesh to this threatening column of lust-filled hardness. She recognized it for what it was. Recognized and accepted it without reservation or qualification.
Sharon Turner, fifteen, wanted to be fucked!
Mancey leaned over her, his lips fastening about the delicious nipple of her left breast and sucking it in to where his tongue could stroke it into throbbing erection, forcing her hands to clutch at his head to press him still more firmly against her flesh.
His fingers cupped the plump mound of her cunt and the index member slid up through the moist cleft to wiggle its way into her vagina, caressing the juicy opening with slow thrusts until her ass was writhing in delighted torment.
Her hand groped along his body, down over the muscled waist, reaching for his cock, urging him to shift about until her fingers could curl about it, unable to meet as they encircled the bulging shaft. She slid the skin up and down, feeling the shudders race through the length as she tightened the downward pull, straining the bulging head into a slick purple knob that oozed the clear lubricant in an almost steady trickle.
She wiggled, trying to reach the inviting tip with her greedy mouth. Mancey shifted his hands, lifting her with ease, turning her above him as he settled back on the bed, on his back.
Sharon found herself straddling her father's face, staring down at his thrusting prick, the greasy head only an inch from her lips and the male scent of him filling her nostrils.
She felt his head lift between her thighs and she automatically increased their angle, gasping as his lips touched her pussy and his wet tongue licked through the slit from top to bottom, the caress smashing the last of her futile resistance with its gut wrenching pleasure.
She seized the base of her fathers cock with both hands, raising the oozing head and holding it steady as her lips shaped themselves and lowered about it. Her teeth, straining to open more widely, scraped gently as the glans eased between them, pressing against her tongue.
The taste of him was an aphrodisiac to her already wild passion. Her lips tightened and she sucked, cheeks hollowing again and again in the hot vacuuming that made his hips jerk with pleasure and his tongue lap more furiously at her gaping cunt.
Then, only the bulging prick in her mouth blocked the scream of ecstasy as Sharon felt his tongue bore into her vaginal lips and begin flicking and twisting inside her pussy. She shoved her hips downward, grinding the plump labia against his mouth to increase the friction.
She swirled her tongue about the head of his prick and let it slide farther into her mouth, feeling it rub against her palate before her head retreated and she sucked happily as the glans rested with the corona gripped lightly by her gentle teeth.
Mancey had stiffened his tongue, shaping a column for the rise and fall of her hips to work her pussy around and up and down, her juices spilling onto his chin as she hunched in little circular grindings.
She came, almost biting his cock in excitement as her pussy clenched and shuddered about his probing tongue and he sucked the trembling curtains into his mouth, nibbling them until she could hardly bear the resulting thrills.
Sharon protested with nasal whimpers as Mancey forced her to release his prick. She wanted to suck him. Wanted him to come. Wanted to receive his spurting come in her mouth. Wanted to hear his animal like groans and cries as she stripped him with her greedy lips and tongue.
But Mancey was lifting her again, forcing her onto her back and parting her trembling legs, drawing them high and lifting her ass as he bent to apply his tongue to the juicy furrow in a series of furious lickings that made her cry out with delight.
Then, he was atop her, his chest squeezing her breasts into rolling pads and his hips easing downward, forcing his swollen prick between the gaping lips of her pussy.
She wanted to cry out, for the cock was stretching the elastic membranes into painful configuration, filling her vaginal opening with hardness and heat too great to bear, yet too wonderful to resist.
It was far larger than Uncle Jeb's! It stretched her pussy lining until she could feel every bulge and wrinkle in the huge cock; feel them slide over the taut membranes and stir her senses into uncontrollable lust.
Ignoring the pain and pressure, she hurled her ass upward, bracing her heels against the bed and shoving the expanded jaws of her cunt still farther onto the thick shaft, impaling herself with gurgles of desire and clutching at her father's back as she felt the impossible largeness slide deeper into her belly.
"Oh, my baby!" Mancey groaned, letting her wriggling ass screw his prick into her. "My sweet, wonderful baby! Daddy's doll-baby! Oh, Jesus! What a pussy!"
The obvious pleasure she was giving him encouraged Sharon to shove her ass still higher, inching her cunt onto his cock with little whimpers of mixed pain and pleasure. Her fingers sought the union, examining the frightening length of his shaft still waiting to be engulfed by her churning slit. She would have sworn it was almost hilted! But her touch assured her she had only sampled the giant rod.
Mancey drew back, slowly, savoring the fluttering caress of her velvet cuntal walls, slickened by her juices until the cock slid through their grip like a giant piston, sucking at her cunt with its vacuuming retreat until she cried out with the intense pleasure.
"Good, baby?" he gasped, easing it into her again and gaining a little depth by pressing against the squirming of her delighted ass.
"Yessss!" she breathed. "Oh god, daddy! Yesssss!"
He began that delicious withdrawal again, groaning as her cunt tightened still more in an effort to hold that wonderful pressure inside her belly.
"Daddy's gonna fuck his baby!" Mancey crooned. "Daddy's gonna make his baby come til she can't stand it!"
Sharon's arms went about his arched back, drawing him down. "Do it, daddy!" she gasped. "Fuck your baby girl! Fuck her pussy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The word was repeated with each thrust of the massive cock as her ass lifted to push the juicy cunt up to meet his hunches.
"Damn!" he grunted, driving deeper with every stroke. "That's good ass! I should a fucked you sooner, baby! Daddy didn't know how good it was gonna be!"
"You're fuckin' me now, daddy!" she whimpered. The cock was already deeper than Jeb's had managed to probe and it was still not hilted. The head jabbed at her cervix and drove into the slippery depths, increasing the capacity, then filling it. Sharon could feel the mounting pressure in her chest, as if the cock were pushing her insides upward to make room for its enormous length.
"You're damn right!" Mancey whispered. His ass was beginning to pound between her quivering thighs, rising and falling in that age old rhythm. Greased by her copious juices, his cock slid in and out with greater ease, still lengthening its strokes in a desperate bid to achieve full penetration before it exploded in the sweet agony of orgasm.
"Come for me, baby!" he urged, his big hands clutching her writhing, pumping ass, squeezing and kneading, lifting her for his demanding thrusts. "Come for daddy!"
"Yessss! Ohhhhh yessss!" she wailed, her ass writhing to friction her cuntal walls against the sliding cock. The ecstasy was climbing, clenching her pussy and almost taking her breath away with its powerful shudderings.
Her legs climbed higher, spreading and flailing, then locking about his waist with incredible force. She worked her ass faster and Mancey felt the pussy throb with renewed hunger.
"FUCK ME, DADDY!" she screamed. "I'M COMING . . . OH DEAR GOD ... I'M COMING!"
Mancey waited until she was through and the convulsive shuddering had eased. He kissed her panting lips, licking her teeth and sucking the trembling tongue. Then, gently, he eased his cock from her cunt and reached for one of the pillows.
"Roll over, baby!" he said. "And shove this under your belly!"
Still moaning from her climax, Sharon obeyed, elevating her lovely ass and spreading her legs as Mancey mounted her, feeding his prick into her until her heels came up in a frantic kicking that wiggled the cunt about his entry.
He went deeper with the first thrust, making her gasp. Then, gripping her hips with powerful fingers, he fucked it in and out with relentless strokes that carried his prick to the balls in the convulsing sheath.
Sharon fought back the screams until the pain became pleasure and the pleasure mounted into a slipping sliding ecstasy that forced her ass into a responsive grinding. She was hardly aware of his hands on her breasts, pulling and squeezing. Her whole being was centered in that lunging hardness that slithered in and out with gathering speed and fury.
She was already coming when he gave a choked cry and rammed deeper than before, the head of his cock forcing its way into the spider clutch of her womb. Her scream was muffled by the sheet as her face buried against it. But her ass worked wildly in response to the throbbing cock that remained implanted in her cunt, its swollen head grinding into her womb as it leaped and spurted, the hot thick come triggering the instinctive spasms that sucked and chewed until he was drained.
Sharon knew, without asking, that she was going to be fucked again. The savage manner in which he had reamed her eager pussy told her that it would take more than one orgasm to satisfy the huge prick that remained planted in her belly, hard and still throbbing with desire.
She welcomed the fact, manipulating her cuntal walls about his shaft to assure him that she, too, wanted still more of that enormous cock.
"How about settin' on it, baby?" Mancey whispered. "I want to watch you doin' it!"
She nodded, eager to try a new position with this man she loved, who had brought her such fantastic pleasure. She would do anything he asked, if only he would make her come again- would force that huge prick in and out with those fierce, jarring thrusts.
Mancey pulled his fuckpole out of her dripping pussy, grinning at the gurgling sound it made as the accumulated juices bubbled out. Sharon rolled over and spread her legs, examining the juicy snatch with curious gaze, running her finger through the slippery slit and carrying it to her mouth, sucking it with pursed lips and making a soft sound of enjoyment.
"Don't worry!" Mancey grinned, stretching out beside her. "Daddy's gonna give you all the fuck-juice you want!"
Sharon straddled his hips and held his prick in position as her pussy eased down over the broad head, grunting with the strain of first entry, then moaning with joy as she took it into the quivering sheath of her vagina, gritting her teeth and forcing her ass down until her semen soaked pubic hair was plastered against his pelvic arch.
"I love your prick inside me, daddy!" she whimpered, screwing her ass in a slow circling that frictioned the big cock against her cuntal walls and stirred the head in the still hungry mouth of her womb. She blinked down at him, her pointed tits rising and falling with excitement. "Why didn't you ever fuck me before?"
"I wanted to, baby!" he admitted, palming her breasts and rolling them, making her lean back until her cunt was stretched even more tightly about his cock. "But I wanted to make sure you were big enough to take daddy's dick!"
"I'm taking it now!" she reminded him, beginning to slide her pussy up and down the thick post of his prick. "I'm gonna fuck it, daddy!"
"Fuck it, baby!"
"My pussy's gonna eat it up!"
"Get it, baby!" he panted, staring at her undulating belly as she worked her lithe hips in rhythmic hunches. "Show daddy how much his baby loves that prick!"
Sharon bent over him, rubbing her breasts against his chest and grunting each time the cock speared her convulsing cunt. Mancey's hands cupped her ass, encouraging her to greater speed, and he shoved his own hips up to plunge his rod deeper into that slippery grip.
Again, it was Sharon who came, crying out and twisting her entire body as her pussy spasmed in the ecstasy of climax, her hips jerking in uncontrollable motions until Mancey reared up and rolled over, carrying her with him.
Between her legs, his prick hilted in her juicy snatch, he rained kisses on her upturned face, licking her closed eyelids and driving his tongue into her open mouth. Then, as her legs scissored his waist in readiness, he began fucking her with powerful thrusts, pulling back until the head slipped completely out of the blubbering cuntal lips, only to shove its way between them and ram balls-deep with every stroke.
"Oh goddamn, baby!" Mancey groaned, pounding faster and harder.
"Jesus!" the girl panted, her ass twisting and bucking. "Oh Jesus!"
For uncounted, pulse pounding seconds they were caught in that ecstatic grip from which there is no possible retreat; that indescribable and seldom reached area between the reaching for orgasm and the orgasm, itself; that all too brief period when every stroke is unbearably delicious and every friction of cock and cunt is magnified a thousand-fold by the heightened senses.
Then, with explosive suddenness, it was over, and Mancey's cock was jetting its sperm, while Sharon's pussy wriggled and flexed in welcoming climax, her heels spurring his bucking ass to drive his prick still deeper.
"We'd better not let your mother know about this," Mancey warned, pulling on his clothes. "Leastwise, not yet."
Sharon didn't argue the point. She wanted nothing to interfere with her chances of making this a daily act, if that was at all possible. It would be wonderful, she thought, wiping her dripping cunt before slipping into her dress, to have daddy screw her during the day and Uncle Jeb lay her every night.
Only one thing puzzled her. How had she managed to do without it until now? Christ! She could have handled Uncle Jeb when she was nine! At ten, she would have managed to fit her daddy's much bigger cock into her, even if she had had to take only part of it.
Dishing out the roast beef and spooning gravy over the potatoes, she smiled. From now on, the Turner house was gonna see a lot of screwing!
Across the low ridge, Jeb Turner was trying to make a decision. The effort increased the sweat on his tanned forehead and made the bulge in his trousers grow even more erect and throbbing.
Obie Nelson watched the rhythmic movement with hungry eyes and licked his lips hopefully as he waited. If he had things figured right, he concluded, Jeb would agree to his request.
"You sure Carrie'll go along with this?" Jeb asked doubtfully.
"Like I told you," Obie answered. "She says it's okay!"
"She's gonna have to tell me that, herself!" Jeb said stubbornly.
Obie led the way into the house where Carrie greeted Jeb with a smile that let him know she hadn't forgotten the motel. She pushed her prominent tits against the thin house dress and Jeb saw the nipples harden at sight of his strutted cock's outline in his faded work pants.
"Obie was tellin' you right," she smiled, when Jeb asked her to explain the situation. "Seems he's been pretendin' ever since we got married, tryin' to make me think he enjoyed havin' a woman. Now that he's brought it out in the open, he ain't touched a drop of whiskey, and he's workin' his head off on the farm."
"Well! I'll be damned!" Jeb murmured. "Reckon as how I'll have to go along with it." His eyes swung to Obie's happy face. "One thing, though. I may take a notion to drop in sometime when you ain't around."
Obie nodded. "If Carrie says it's okay," he said, "it's alright with me."
"Then, let's get goin'," Jeb exclaimed. "We're was tin' time."
He was uncomfortable, he admitted to himself, entering the Nelson bedroom and watching Carrie shed the dress and He back on the bed, her wet-lipped cunt gaping an invitation. With a little grunt of surrender, Jeb slipped out of his clothes and freed the throbbing shaft of his prick.
"Damn!" Obie exclaimed in excitement. "You're really hung!"
The little man was divesting himself of clothes and fingering his own diminutive cock as he stared hungrily at Jeb's.
Jeb chuckled. "I reckon it's big enough to rip your ass!"
From the bed, Carrie demanded, "Let's see if it can rip this first!" Her fingers were pulling the lips of her cunt apart in welcome.
Jeb mounted her, rubbing the head of his prick through the juicy cleft to lubricate it, then slipping it into her waiting pussy and driving in to the balls. Carrie wriggled her ass in delighted reception.
"I've missed that big thing!" she whispered into his ear.
"I've missed that cunt, too!" he whispered back, beginning to stroke in and out. Her ass worked knowingly beneath him, writhing and lifting to slide the hot pussy up about his entering pole, clenching and milking as he withdrew.
Seated beside them, Obie watched the big prick slide in and out of his wife's slit, frigging his own cock with thumb and fingers while his free hand caressed Jeb's humping ass.
"Fuck her, Jeb!" he encouraged. "Fuck her good! Just don't come! Save that for me! Jesus! That's a pretty sight! That big prick rammin' in and out of that tight little pussy! Make her holler, Jeb! I want to hear her holler!"
Caught up in the strangeness of the situation, Jeb found himself excited by the man's words. Reaching back, he caught Carrie's legs and brought them up, elevating her ass and slamming his cock into her with furious hunches.
Carrie had determined she would not cry out, no matter how hard he fucked her. She was not going to give Obie that satisfaction. But the savage pounding of Jeb's prick against her womb was too much.
"OHHHHH! OHHHH, DAMN! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" she yelled, her ass gyrating madly as the cock rammed and probed. "FUCK ME! SCREW MY ASS OFF!"
She came, legs flailing and her nails raking Jeb's back as her hips bucked and writhed in the pulsing ecstasy that raged through her convulsing cunt. He felt the juices lave his pistoning shaft and he screwed her still harder, splatting his balls into the hollow of her twisting ass and jamming her hips down onto the bed with the sheer force of his punishing strokes.
"Jesus God!" Obie gasped, bent over his busy hand as he frigged his dick with matching zeal. "You're fuckin' the shit outta her! Go it! Hot damn! Sock it in there!"
Jeb fucked the grunting Carrie with long, battering rammings, each one extracting a grunt from the woman as she worked her ass in a desperate bid to come one more time before Jeb hit the short rows.
He tried to help. Fighting back the urgent need to spill his boiling, surging sperm, Jeb reamed her into a gasping, spasming climax only seconds before his will power was swept aside by the powerful waves of passionate release.
"Now!" he roared. "Goddamn, Obie! Now!"
The smaller man scrambled onto the bed, face down and Jeb yanked his prick from Carrie's twat to crawl quickly atop Obie's naked body, steering his prick for that winking circle between the plump buttocks.
"Oh damn!" he roared again, feeling the hot yielding of the tight sphincter and the sweet sliding as his prick drove into the clutching, slithering embrace of the man's ass.
All the way, until his balls squeezed against Obie's own testicles. Then, with savage groans, he fucked the delightfully tight channel until his prick leaped and swelled.
"Oh shit!" Obie cried, feeling the hot sperm shoot into his ass. "That's good! More! More! Give it to me!"
Even as he spurted his come, Jeb was still hunching, plunging into the oily grip with vicious thrusts, sliding through his own fluids as the waves of ball tugging pleasure emptied him.
Finished, he dragged his cock out of the man's tail with a juicy plopping sound and sat up on the side of the bed, looking about for something to wipe his greasy pole.
"Wait!" Obie exclaimed, climbing off to kneel before him. "Let me do it!"
Jeb watched, fascinated as the man began licking, dragging his tongue from base to head, cleansing the cock and moaning his pleasure as he swallowed the slippery mixture with noisy gulps. Then, before Jeb could object, he took the head in his mouth and began sucking, running his tongue about the flared rim and teasing the sensitive slit.
As Obie worked on his cock, Jeb leaned over and covered Carrie's lips with his, his hands fondling her breasts and sliding down to finger her juicy slit.
What the hell! he reminded himself. The whole object of sex was to get your nuts off! What difference did it make how it was accomplished. As a matter of fact, Obie's mouth felt damned good, sliding and sucking on his prick!
He began pushing up a little and the man cooperated by taking the entire cock, letting the head slide down his throat and back through the tight grip of tongue and palate as he sucked.
Jeb let the pleasure build in his belly, working his fingers in Carrie's cunt and sucking her tongue almost as fiercely as Obie was sucking his cock. Then, when he knew he was close to the bittersweet moment of release, he forced Obie's head up and drew his saliva-coated prick from the man's protesting mouth.
With a cry of happiness, Carrie opened her legs to receive him, shoving her cunt upward and enabling him to drive it home with the first thrust. Then, with frantic pumping, he rammed in and out until his cock seemed to burst and spill its liquid treasure into the, matching heat of the woman's climax.
"I wanted to suck you off!" Obie protested, his voice peevish, his eyes staring at the slow withdrawal of Jeb's wilting prick from Carrie's cunt.
"You can suck Carrie's pussy!" Jeb panted, heaving his big body up and off, leaving the woman with her legs flung wide and her pussy lips dribbling the white cream of their union.
For a moment, Obie hesitated, looking into his wife's eyes as if seeking permission. Then, seeing the gleam of lust in their glittering depths, he buried his face between her thighs and glued his lips to the greasy cunt, his tongue sliding deep and working to draw the delicious sperm into his sucking mouth.
Carrie quickly clamped her thighs about his ears and smiled up at Jeb, wincing at the pleasure of Obie's driving tongue.
"Hurry back, lover!" she panted. "And pass the word to Mancey! I'm gonna make up for every damn night I wanted to get laid and Obie couldn't get it up!"
With an understanding nod, Jeb zipped up his pants, grinning as he strode out, Carrie's sharp cries of pleasure trailing him.
TEN
The Reverend Clyde French awoke with a hard-on that was almost painful in its throbbing intensity. The huge prick thrust up over his belly in a slight arching, its purple head dripping the slimy juice of desire onto his flat muscled belly.
It was on just such an occasion that French regretted ever having married the beautiful creature in the adjoining room. How satisfying it would be, he mused, to ram his cock into her and hear her screams!
Amanda swore that she had never had a man and French believed her. Certainly, after three years of a marriage that had never been consummated, there was no reason for her to go on pretending. With her educated tongue and her ability to persuade even the most reluctant damsel, Amanda had supplied him with all the pussy he could adequately handle.
Still, there were times, like this morning, when it would have been wonderful to roll over and find a hot cunt waiting for the aching cock that stared up at him with one weeping eye.
By God! He would make up for it tonight! Once he was really wound up behind the pulpit, he would have the women and girls dropping their pants and begging for some of that throbbing cock.
Like that Turner woman, the other day. Damn! What a piece of ass that had turned out to be. He hadn't been sure about her until he lifted her dress. After that, he had it made. The bitch had almost squeezed his prick off with that damned snapper! But what he wanted was the girl, Sharon.
Amanda had described her conquest with disturbing clarity, painting a verbal picture of that delicious pussy and the way it squeezed and fluttered in the throes of climax. His cock had strained to a painful rigidity just listening to the account and he promised himself an enjoyable ride between those inviting thighs at the earliest opportunity.
If only she was there tonight! It was possible, for he had stopped off to personally invite both Jeb and Mancey and they had given him a conditional promise. His hope lay in the woman, Sarah. Under his breath, he had managed to remind her that the meeting just might afford them the opportunity of another delightful fuck!
Clyde French had never been bothered with the problem of conscience. After all, when he threw a satisfying banging to one of his eager flock, it meant that the woman was less likely to stray after some strange man. By screwing hell out of the more passionate females in the congregation, he kept hell from breaking loose in the community.
Thus, he considered his efforts far more than a satisfying of his own near insatiable lust.
"It's for the Lord!" he would explain, as he rammed his cock into some female's dripping pussy. And, most of the time, she would be shouting before he was through with her.
Amanda provided just the touch he needed to allay the suspicions of the husbands and gain the complete confidence of the women. Once she had inserted her tongue in their eager quims, it was relatively easy for French to persuade them that his cock would be a much more acceptable prize.
He showered, turning the cold water on full blast in a vain attempt to deflate his enormous hard. It was hopeless! The dreams of Sharon Turner and the thoughts of the evening to come had created what promised to be a perpetual erection.
Wrapping a terry-cloth robe about his well preserved body, he strode into the kitchen where Sally, the Black girl who came each weekend to clean and cook, was checking the contents of the big refrigerator. The sight of her high firm ass and the bulge of her generous breasts over the low necked dress was no help. If anything, his cock became stiffer and longer.
Sally greeted him with a broad smile and a quick glance at the significant bulge. Pouring his coffee and placing the newspaper beside his plate, she confirmed her suspicions with a closer look.
The handsome preacher had never made any overtures to her, but Sally had seen his eyes examine her figure with more than casual interest when he did not know she was looking. She had also heard some of the rumors concerning his amatory activities and they had aroused a natural and erotic curiosity in the girl. At sixteen, Sally was already five years removed from virginity, and if there was any method of sexual play in which she had not indulged, it was because no one had suggested it.
The preacher's eyes were unusually bold this morning, she noted. They lingered on her big tits until she could almost feel their heat on the bra-less mounds and they followed her jiggling ass as she walked across the room, the short dress displaying most of the dusky thighs, their lovely curves rippling with her graceful movements.
French wasted no time, once he had made his decision. "Sally," he demanded, "you have any white boy friends?"
She turned, giving him a profile view of the pointed tits, aware that the nipples were poking stiff fingers against the dress. "Reckon they wouldn't want me to say so," she reminded him. "Even if I did."
He shook his head sadly. "We're all God's children, Sally," he intoned. "And we should all love one another."
Quickly, she took up the challenge. "You ever love a black girl?"
"I love all people," he answered. "Regardless of their color."
"I mean sure enough love," she insisted.
"So do I," he said meaningfully. "I greet them with a kiss of fellowship."
She frowned. "You ain't never greeted me with no kiss of no kind." The nipples were a little stiffer.
French stood up, moving toward her. "That's because I wasn't certain whether you were a true believer, Sally. You do believe?"
She rolled her eyes with an exaggerated motion. "Oh, I believe, alright!"
She offered no resistance as his arms went about her waist and pulled her belly against that enormous bulge. There was just time for a quick, indrawn breath before his open mouth covered hers and his tongue stabbed between her teeth, searching for hers and teasing it with slow writhings.
"Wow!" she gasped, when he released her lips, keeping her warm yielding pelvis pressed in position while his fingers inched down to explore the firm curves of her ass. "If that's brotherly love, I been goin' to the wrong church!"
He had worked her dress up and his hands roved over her naked bottom, fingers dipping into the warm crease and sending a responsive trembling through her arched body. He pressed his cock more firmly against her.
"I can baptize you into the universal church, Sally," he whispered hoarsely. "I can make you one with me and the Lord."
"I got the feelin'," she said breathlessly, "that you're gonna make me. I don't know about that other."
"Wouldn't you like to bare your soul and body to me?" French demanded, using one hand to push the dress upward between them so he could cup one of the magnificent breasts, kneading it as he spoke.
She cast a wary glance at the door. "What's Mizz French gonna say about all this?"
"Amanda always wants God's will to be done!" he said, bending to fasten his lips about the succulent tip of her breast, his tongue rolling it as he drew it into his mouth with quick, hungry tugs.
The girl's arms went about him, pulling him closer, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the pleasure of his sucking lips.
"Just keep on preachin', brother," she whispered huskily. "You just almost got yourself a convert."
Slowly, French had forced her backward, until her back was braced against the refrigerator. Now, with his mouth still working on her tit, he slid a hand between the chocolate brown thighs and raked his fingers through the thick hair of her cunt, sliding one of them between the pouting lips and into the juicy center of her pussy.
Sally's own hand fumbled with his robe, opening it and reaching for the thing she had seen, gasping as she gripped its throbbing length and began stroking it with knowing caress.
"Open your gates, O Jerusalem!" French cried, urging her legs apart and bending his knees to bring his prick in line with her slippery cunt.
"Standin' up?" Sally exclaimed. In spite of her complaint, she was spreading her shapely thighs, arching her pelvis forward to receive him.
"Now is the appointed time!" he panted, pressing his hips forward. Sally guided the enormous cock to where the head nosed between her plump labia, squeezing into the grip of her tight cunt.
"Jeeeezusss!" she hissed as the prick forced its way into her vagina, huge and throbbing.
"Thou shalt not resist the spirit!" French groaned, working his hips to screw the cock deeper into the clenching folds.
"That spirit is about to split my ass open!" she moaned back.
"Open your heart!" he cried, shoving another inch into the resisting channel and forcing a grunt from the quivering girl.
"Man! You comin' in whether it's open or not!"
Unable to retreat because of the refrigerator door, Sally was forced to admit the tremendous cock, wiggling her ass in a desperate bid to accommodate its thickness and accept the improbable length of the thing. She had handled some real whoppers during her five years of sensual freedom, but none of them had excited her as this one was doing. If he ever got it all the way in and started pumping, she was certain she would start screaming from sheer ecstasy.
Her dark arms fastened about the preacher's neck and she tried to relax the steadily spasming cunt. It was impossible. Every movement of his cock made it twitch and tighten, increasing the resistance and slowing his entry. The harder he pushed, it seemed, the tighter she became.
"Narrow is the way!" he gasped, grinding his hips and plowing his prick through the pulsating tissues.
"You makin' it broader!" she gasped, shoving against his pressure and feeling the monster slide farther inside. "Come on, preacher! Shove it to me!"
With only part of his cock entrenched in the girl's greasy clutch, French began sliding in and out, gasping with the pleasure of the churning folds as they caressed his pulsating prick.
It wouldn't take long! Just a few thrusts and he could spurt his roiling semen into her belly, easing the mighty pressure in his huge balls. Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Each one better and deeper as the pussy squeezed and shuddered, hot, slick and wet!
Sally had surrendered quite willingly to the pistoning of Clyde French's cock. It was her nature to cooperate with the male whose pole happened to be probing her belly at any given moment, adjusting her movements to his and timing her climaxes to match his orgasm.
But it was becoming rapidly obvious that the preacher was using her to achieve an early release. And Sally had no intention of letting that cock get away without at least one soul satisfying come!
Tightening her arms about the preacher's neck, she braced her back against the refrigerator and lifted her feet from the floor. She gasped as her weight drove her cunt down over the thrusting phallus, impaling her upon its prodigious length. But she was not a girl to start something she could not finish. Her long legs wrapped about French's waist and her ass began a writhing motion that screwed her torrid pussy about his rod with relentless frictioning.
The suddenness of her attack rocked him back a couple of steps and he stood, feet braced wide apart in the middle of the kitchen floor, the black girl clinging to him like a leech, her ass pumping that dripping cunt up and down the full length of his enormous prick.
"Merciful God, woman!" he panted, trying to capture her squirming buttocks to lessen the weight on his prick. "What are you doing?"
Without slowing the determined motions of her grinding ass, Sally answered, "I'm gettin' me some white peter, preacher! You can bullshit them other cunts with all that religion jazz! But little Sally is doin' her own fuckin'. Just hang on, preacherman! It ain't gonna take long!"
Caught up in the lust communicated by the wild eyed Sally, French caught her about the slender waist, enabling her to move her hips more freely. Her breasts were mashed into two jelly-like masses against his chest, rolling and quivering as her ass pumped and wriggled, the spasming cunt sliding up and down with greedy suction that made the man groan with the ever increasing ecstasy.
"I hope you got a big load, preacher!" Sally hissed into his ear. "'Cause my pussy's hungry! You gonna feed it, preacher? You gonna shoot it full of come?"
"Oh, dear God!" French groaned, trying to work his own hips to increase the pleasure of that grinding, sliding cunt. His powerful legs trembled with the strain and his knees bent even more as he shoved his cock upward into the girl's twisting crotch.
Then there were no more words, for the ecstasy was too intense. Flesh slithered between flesh, squishing wetly, pulsating and spasming. Pubic hair, matted with their juices, met and parted and his balls slapped and quivered with the repeated strokes.
Their cries brought the aroused Amanda clop-ping into the kitchen in dainty fur-rimmed slippers. She stared in excitement as her husband made one savage jab that sent his cock slamming into the girl's writhing cunt. Then, knees jerking and his body trembling, he spurted his come into her gulping womb while Sally cried out in the delicious ecstasy of her wild climax.
Thirty minutes later, hunched over his coffee, French listened to the girl's rhythmic whimpers drift down the hall from his wife's bedroom. Once Amanda had seen Sally's naked body churning against his, her reaction was quite predictable.
He had followed them as far as the door, leaning against the jamb to watch Amanda strip the dress from Sally's still quivering form and guide the girl down onto the bed. Then, with a little whimper of greed, she had buried her face between those lovely dark thighs and begun the feasting of which she was so fond.
Sally had welcomed her thrusting tongue with a sharp cry and arched her hips in erotic encouragement. Over Amanda's crouching body, she had looked at Clyde French, giving him a wicked grin and a lewd wink.
Grinning to himself, French blocked the soft sounds of passion from his brain and began formulating his message for the evening. It had to be a good one, for he intended to turn the small congregation on as they had never been turned on before. And if the Turners were there, he would have that Sharon's panties soaked in the first five minutes.
He forced the pleasant images from his mind and dragged a dog-eared Bible across the table, thumbing through it for some appropriate text.
He found it in the Book of Exodus. It would be just perfect.
ELEVEN
Clyde French had chosen the site for the small tent with several things in mind. Now, as he stood watching the people file into the canvas shelter, he congratulated himself for a wise choice. The tent was on private property, screened from the county road by a stretch of thick woods and a sharp bend in the access lane, and there wasn't a house or shack within two miles, except for those behind the low hill.
To the casual passerby, of which there were extremely few in the area, the only indication of the tent's existence was a small sign with a red arrow pointing toward the lane. He had taken great pains to inform his flock of the sign, adding the warning: "Don't mention it to anyone else. We don't want none of the heathen comin' round while we're a praisin' the Lord!"
It wasn't a large crowd, French noted. That was good. If there were more than twenty, he had found, there would be someone who took a dim view of the proceedings and tried to cause trouble. With a small group, French could expect almost complete control, predicting with uncanny accuracy the reaction of each individual.
At exactly seven-thirty, he strode to the low wooden platform and raised his arms for attention, his face beaming.
Feminine eyes stared back at him, dropping to the pronounced lump in his trousers as his coat swung back, lighting with increasing interest as they saw it swell with every word of his greeting.
"We've had too much of hate!" he called in rolling tones. 'We need love! We've had too much of fighting! We need love! We've had too much of loneliness! We need love!"
Such was the magic of Clyde French, that by the time he had reached the third intonation of that word, every woman in the tent realized that he was referring to the sort of love provided by that hardening column of male flesh that bulged along his thigh.
Sarah Turner, remembering the way that cock had massaged her womb, gave forth with a happy, "Hallelujah!", causing Mancey to arch questioning eyebrows at her.
Directly behind Sarah, a diminutive blonde with breasts that threatened to burst the confines of her low necked dress raised both hands, causing the big tits to spill over the cloth until the nipples were almost exposed. "Love!" the girl shouted.
Mancey turned to stare at the quivering tits and found the girl staring back at him, lust etched in every curve of her lovely face. Her young husband, seated beside her, caught Mancey's eye and gave a shrug.
Mancey knew the lad and had heard of his recent marriage to a girl from somewhere in Georgia. But this was the first time he had seen the voluptuous creature. Tessie was her name, he recalled, and he wondered how the seventeen year old Arnold Pipp was making out with the lush hipped wanton.
At the piano, carted to the site by Jeb and Mancey in the protesting pickup, Helen Crow struck a few introductory chords, utilizing the opportunity to let her dress slide high on her shapely thighs as her feet caressed the pedals, aware of more than one admiring stare.
French led them through four verses of "Love Lifted Me", accenting the rolling phrases with suggestive thrusts of his powerful hips, displaying the prominent erection like a huge tent in his neat trousers.
His gaze sought out the face of Tessie Pipp, smiling into her glittering eyes and shoving his enormous hard toward her. He had performed the ceremony for the nervous couple only a week before and had tried to arrange a few minutes alone with the girl. But she had been too wrapped up in the promise of her young husband's still unexplored crotch to accept his thinly veiled suggestions. Now, he was certain, she realized that French could actually deliver what Arnold had only promised and her young pussy was sending its heat in almost tangible waves of invitation.
"It's hot, neighbors!" he began, when the song had ended. "And I'm gonna take off my coat. I want all you men to do the same. And you women open those necklines. We're all God's children here, tonight. We ain't got nothin' to hide from each other!"
He stripped off his coat and tie, unbuttoning the shirt all the way to his belt, exposing the hairy chest, already dripping with sweat. He waited until every eye was fixed upon him and pointed dramatically down at Tessie Pipp.
"Sister Tessie I I want you to join me, here on this platform, and help me spread the word!"
The girl looked at her husband and he nodded meekly. She stood up, blushing, and made her way through the sawdust to stand beside the handsome preacher, fully aware of the lustful stares from the males in the crowd.
Deliberately, French looked the girl up and down, letting his eyes linger on the thrusting tits and the slight mound where shapely thighs met rounded belly. He licked his lips appreciatively.
"Last week," he said softly, "I married this lovely young thing to that young man back there."
Arnold Pipp turned a deeper red and scooted lower on the bench. Beside him, Gail Wallington suppressed a giggle and let him feel the pressure of her warm thigh.
"I stood there," the preacher continued, "looking at her, just like I'm doin' right now." He moved until everyone in the tent could see the outline of his enormous prick, straining and pulsing in his trousers. He waited for the right moment.
"Do you know what I felt?" he asked quietly. "Do you know the thoughts that went through my mind?"
He stepped behind the girl and raised his hands along her lush curves, not touching her, but following the sweep of hips and the sharp indentation of her narrow waist. One of the men cleared his throat nervously and another grunted.
"I stared at her breasts!" French exclaimed, making some of them jump with the suddenness of his voice. His hands hovered like two huge claws, just an inch from the heaving beauty of the two big tits. "And I knew that that young man would soon be fondling them! Kissing them!"
His hands dropped until the outstretched fingers and thumbs framed her crotch, and his voice was a hoarse whisper.
"I stared at her most private part! And I knew that that young man would soon be crying out in rapture as he fulfilled the duty of a loving husband!"
He had them! he congratulated himself. Every eye was on his skillful hands as they moved in demonstrative gestures. The men were imagining their own hands caressing that young flesh, while the women could almost feel his fingers exploring their own quivering curves.
He was directly behind the girl, who stood, eyes closed in a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, feeling the heat of his erection through their clothing, even though he had not yet touched her.
"Do you know what I felt?" French sent the question out in a loud whisper. "Do you know the thoughts that went through my mind?"
The strain was a nearly tangible thing as the small congregation leaned forward in anticipation. Even Arnold Pipp had forgotten his shyness and was pressing his leg against Gail Wallington's thigh, not bothering to hide his own throbbing erection as it bloomed against his trousers.
"I felt desire!"
French's voice crackled across the tent and one of the men breathed a coarse, "Amen!" "I felt lust!"
Tammy Lewis wiggled her attractive ass on the bench and exclaimed, "Glory!"
"I coveted this young man's wife!"
"Right on, brother!" came a choked cry from a female throat.
The preacher's fingers cupped the firm mounds, squeezing until Tessie's lips parted in a soundless gasp of pleasure.
"I wanted to touch her! To caress her! To arouse her!"
His hips pressed and her whole body jerked as the hardness of his prick was jammed against her trembling ass. Levering her body with his hold on her big breasts, he ground the cock into the warm cleft of her bottom.
"I wanted to take her, brothers and sisters! I wanted to know this beautiful creature!"
Arnold Pipp felt a set of warm fingers close about his bulging cock and he looked down. Gail Wallington's hand was busy in his lap, but her eyes watched the dramatic scene on the platform.
"But," the preacher was crying, "the good Book says, 'Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife'!" He was moving his hips to rub his swollen prick against her and Tessie was pressing back with equally eager movements of her lush bottom.
Around the tent, hands were extended and thighs were parted. Erections were eagerly gripped and fingers dipped into excited cracks. Little gasps and soft moans blended with the more masculine sound of heavy breathing.
"The Good Book says," French cried, "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's ass!'".
It was time, he knew, to pull out all the stops. It wouldn't do to let up at this point. Keep shocking them! That was the secret. Never give them time to think. It was just like seducing a woman. Switch tactics and rush toward the goal. He put every ounce of his strength into the cry: "I WANTED MY NEIGHBOR'S ASS!"
"Amen!" was a male exclamation.
"Glory!" cried a busty female whose hand was busy fumbling with the zipper of the strange man seated next to her.
"Hallelujah!" Sarah Turner bleated as Jeb's finger insinuated itself in her slippery cunt. She had one hand in his lap, squeezing his shaft, while the other was already inside Mancey's open fly, gripping his enormous cock, sliding slowly and sensuously.
A quick glance showed her that Mancey's hand was under Sharon's dress and the girl was wriggling with pleasure. Sarah smiled happily before her eyes went back to the platform. It was about time!
"And this is human!" French was saying, still working his hips against the girl's rear. "This is natural! But the Book says it's wrong!"
Hands froze in position, waiting for his next due.
"Why is it wrong, brothers and sisters? What makes it wrong for me to desire this lovely creature?"
His voice grew louder. "Look at her! Look at the expression on that beautiful face! Watch the way her body trembles as I caress herl See the answering desire written there!
"She wants me, beloved! She wants the pleasure I have to offer just as much as I want the treasure she has to give!
"And here is where love steps in!
"Here is where love sweeps sin from the picture!
"Here is where sweet, Heavenly Love takes over from the devil!"
They were with him, every ear waiting for the justification for the passion that filled the tent like writhing smoke.
"STAND UP, BROTHER ARNOLD!" France roared.
On shaky legs, his crotch bulging and his fly gaping where Gail had tugged the zipper down, Arnold Pipp rose to stand trembling and waiting.
"When we love one another," the preacher intoned, "we share our joys with one another. We give to our neighbor of all that we have. We don't wait for him to beg or plead! We offer it to him with love in our hearts! He doesn't have to covet! We tell him it is his!"
His voice was measured and demanding. "BROTHER ARNOLD! DO YOU HAVE THAT KIND OF LOVE?"
Breathlessly, the people waited and Arnold Pipp's answer ripped the silence like a coiled spring, suddenly released.
"I DO!"
"ARE YOU WILLING TO SHARE ALL THAT IS YOURS WITH ME?" "I AM!"
French's hands lifted the girl's dress, baring the silken triangle with the moisture flecked vertical slit.
"GLORY!"
"HALLELUJAH!"
"PRAISE BE!"
French waited for the choked cries to cease. "WILL YOU SHARE THIS WITH ME?"
Helplessly, Arnold nodded.
Hidden from their view, the preacher's hands had loosed his enormous shaft, dropping one hand to hold it in readiness. To the trembling Tessie he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Will you take my offering in the spirit of true love?"
"Oh, dear God!" she whimpered. "Yessssss!"
"Then, open your gates!"
Slowly, she shifted her feet, spreading the columnar thighs and widening the pink lips of her lovely cunt. Through the velvet separation of young flesh, French eased his prick, pressing the purple head upward until it lay in the furrow of her cunt, its prodigious length and the massive globes of his big balls fully exposed to the congregation.
"This," he cried, forcing her cuntal lips apart with the huge knob, "is love!"
The cock was sliding into the girl's belly, inch after inch disappearing inside that silk rimmed pussy.
"LOVE ONE ANOTHER!" French bellowed, shoving the entire length into her and beginning a delicious pumping that made the girl cry out with delight and work her ass back against his hunching hips.
Arnold Pipp saw only the bare beginning of his wife's willing participation, for Gail Wallington was pulling him down onto the sawdust, down between the soft clasping of her warm thighs. With a groan of surrender, he fed his cock into her slippery jawed cunt and began ramming in and out.
Mancey instinctively turned to Sharon, for Sarah had already dropped to her knees before Jeb and was sliding her lips down over his prick with little groans of desire.
But Sharon was otherwise occupied. The preacher's wife was licking the lovely cunt with furious strokes of her educated tongue and the girl was writhing in the pleasure of her first climax even as Mancey gripped his majestic cock in momentary frustration.
Both Carrie and Tammy had found eager partners and were working their hips industriously under their flashing pricks. Obie and Skeeter were rolling in the sawdust in a completely uninhibited embrace, hungry mouths fastened about stiffened shafts and fingers clawing at each other's pounding rear.
Across the tent, Mancey saw a blonde head bobbing over a man's grinding lap, and recognized the inviting curves of Nancy Billings, a voluptuous teenager who had visited Sharon several times and whose tempting young body had sent Mancey's desire soaring with her deliberate wiggles and knowing grins.
Stepping across the writhing couples, he knelt behind the girl, pulling her dress up over her arched back and smiling as he saw that she wore no panties. With a little grunt, he slid his cock between her thighs and probed for her juicy slit, found it, and forced his shaft into the snug embrace of her tight pussy, feeling the quick response as the girl began fucking back against his determined thrusts without ever pausing in her sucking of the other man's cock.
On the platform, Clyde French had forced the sobbing Tessie onto hands and knees while he rammed in and out of her delicious cunt with hard, rapid thrusts, his hands fondling the swaying breasts as he fucked her to yet another grinding bucking come.
Now, as his own passion soared to a painful throbbing pressure, he withdrew from the slippery grip and pulled the girl around until she was kneeling before him, staring at his dripping cock with dazed eyes.
"Worship with your mouth, daughter!" he panted, rubbing the juicy head against her parted lips and gripping her tousled hair with his strong fingers. "Finish the work!"
Tessie started to shake her head in protest, but the bloated head was already pressing against her clenched teeth. She opened her mouth wider to reject his suggestion with vocal denial, and the words were blocked by the huge prick as it slid into her mouth, straining her jaws as her lips encircled the juice coated shaft.
For a moment, she was caught in the paralysis of indecision. Then, his taste and the excitement of the tremendous cock throbbing against her resisting tongue proved her undoing. Tessie Pipp began sucking with whimpering moans of .perverted desire, relaxing her throat as the preacher shoved the pole into her mouth until his balls pressed against her chin. Even after she had willingly swallowed his thick hot sperm, she stilled sucked him.
She was weak, her body still shivering from the powerful surges of unprecedented ecstasy, when French drew his prick from her greedy lips, holding her by the long blonde hair while he rubbed the head back and forth between the moist petals.
"Your husband's a right lucky fellow, Sister Tessie!" he panted. "You really know how to let the spirit lead you!"
Tessie struggled, trying desperately to draw the delicious meat back into her mouth. Her tongue reached, thrusting outward like a hungry snake, licking the satin knob in rapid flickings that brought a grunt of pleasure from the handsome preacher.
"We must share this great love, sister!" French groaned. He glanced to his right and saw Helen Crow still seated on the piano bench, her dress shoved high about her waist and both hands busy between her splendid legs, fingers sliding and probing in the slippery jaws of her hairy cunt. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, lips working.
"Glory!" she gasped, burying three fingers in the mushy lips of her pussy and sliding them in and out with each strangled cry. "Glory! Glory! Glory!"
She had opened the front of her dress and her huge breasts had spilled out in quivering excitement, the fully erect nipples bobbing and weaving as her hips writhed under the stimulation of her busy hands.
French held Tessie at arm's length, using one hand to reach for the passion crazed pianist, urging her to the floor of the platform where she lay, legs spread wide and fingers still dancing in the juicy crevice of her cunt.
The preacher drew Tessie between the woman's thighs, forcing her head down until the girl was staring at the glistening curls of Helen's oozing slit, watching the fingers dive into the membranous depths and wiggle industriously.
"Show Sister Helen your love!" French hissed, pushing the girl's head still lower. "Worship with your tongue!"
Helen Crow raised her own head and saw the half naked creature kneeling between her legs. Her eyes widened, then narrowed in uninhibited desire. Fingers, still slippery with her cunt juice, reached for the blonde hair and pulled the girl's mouth down, jamming the parted lips into the trough of her avid pussy.
Tessie's body strained, struggling against the preacher's firm grip on her shoulders and the woman's equally determined tugging at her blonde tresses. Her mouth filled with the tart sweetness and she gurgled in a vain effort to cry out. Then, as the warm juice trickled down her throat, a strange new hunger swept through her young flesh. She ceased the senseless struggle and drove her hot tongue deep into the shuddering vagina, fluttering the tip against the pulsating walls and sucking still more of the delicious fluid from the spongy opening.
Helen Crow screamed at the first thrust and her hips jerked violently, working the creamy �orifice against the vacuuming mouth. Her climax increased the flow of cuntal juice and Tessie Pipp gulped noisily as she drew the pussy lips between her teeth and nibbled gently as she sucked, her tongue sliding in and out between the tightly clenched folds.
Clyde French stripped shirt and trousers from his powerful body, stepping over Tessie's bowed head to lower his hips above Helen Crow's heaving waist, straddling her to lay the throbbing length of his huge cock between those creamy breasts, the sticky residue of his orgasm blending with the woman's sweat as their flesh met and pressed.
Helen released her hold on Tessie's bobbing, weaving head, assured that the girl needed no further encouragement to continue her delightful activities. With both hands, she pushed the big tits together, squeezing their resilient masses about the preacher's shaft, trapping it in a warm embrace from which the shiny knob thrust, almost touching her quivering chin.
"That's the horn of salvation, sister!" French groaned, sliding the prick through the pressing flesh, his balls dragging slowly over her shuddering diaphragm. "Claim it with love!"
His big hands fumbled with the pins in Helen's long hair, loosing it and rapidly shaping it into two long strands, one on either side of her flushed face. Using them like reins, he pulled her head upward, tilting her lips toward the head of his cock as it shoved forward between the bunched mounds of her tits.
Helen's lips parted, shaping their red moistness into an inviting oval, and French forced the head of his prick between them, grunting with pleasure as they tightened about it and her tongue played over the slick surface in furious licks.
The pianist had never before gone beyond a quick kiss of a man's organ, subjecting herself to what she considered that indignity only to insure the eventual entrenchment of the cock in her voracious cunt. Perhaps, had someone demanded that she actually take their prick into her mouth, she would have done so, for no price was too great to pay for the exquisite thrills of having that beautiful stiffness slide in and out of her insatiable pussy. It was simply that it had never happened.
Now, as French worked the head of his cock between her teeth and rubbed it against her soft palate, Helen received the first real taste of the thing. It was different! The hearty male taste was made even more delicious by the more delicate accompaniment of Tessie's juices, their tart moisture still clinging to his throbbing flesh.
Whimpering with the happy discovery, Helen shaped a channel by curving her tongue beneath his thrusting cock and pressing it upward against the roof of her mouth, providing a slippery path for the sliding of that monster prick.
The preacher worked his ass forward until he was directly over her big tits, his balls dragging between them as he shoved his cock into the woman's eager mouth, beginning to fuck her with a steady rhythm that carried the pulsating head far back in her throat with each thrust.
Behind him, Tessie was sucking greedily, her tongue dancing and probing, her enjoyment made more complete by the bearded farmer who had mounted her exposed bottom and was feeding his commendable tool between her thighs, cramming it into her dripping cunt with little grunts of determination.
She widened the angle of her thighs, welcoming the new arrival by shoving her ass back against the man's warm belly, feeling the swollen hardness slide into her cunt and begin that delightful stroking. The man bent over her, fumbling for her breasts and pinching the distended nipples as he began fucking her, plowing in and out with furious thrusts that made her grunt and shove her tongue deeper into Helen's spasming pussy.
Helen gagged when French's cock first invaded her throat. It seemed impossible that he could stuff that big thing inside her mouth without completely strangling her. But, the deeper he went, the more demanding was the hunger that made her suck the sliding prick still farther back, straining to adjust her throat so she could take the full length.
Her fingers toyed with the base of his cock and teased the big balls that bumped against her throat with each hunch of his busy ass. Her tongue undulated against the ventral vein, then fluttered about the head as it withdrew, stabbing at the taut little slit and drawing an almost continuous flow of delicious juice from the pistoning monster.
At first, even after she had discovered the pleasure of sucking the huge cock, she had rejected the idea of having him come in her mouth. Or, if he forced her to submit to that indignity, she would hold it until he withdrew and spit it out.
But that initial decision had long since been abandoned. It disappeared in the wild shudderings of her first climax about Tessie's writhing tongue. The hot surges of seminal fluid were only appetizers for that glorious flood which was yet to come. Now, she wanted it! Her throat ached to feel the thick cream spurt into it and her belly hungered to feel it slide down to become part of her, replenishing the constant oozing of her own juices as they were greedily claimed by Tessie's mouth.
Helen knew that Tessie was being fucked. She could tell it by the way the girl's head bumped the base of her belly as she sucked. It was possible to measure the length and power of the strokes by the pressure of the girl's nose and forehead, shoved forward by the thrust of the man's prick.
It was almost, Helen mused, wrapping her tongue about the preacher's dick and blocking his efforts to shove it into her throat, as if she were being fucked herself, even as she sucked that delicious cock. For Tessie was matching the movements of her tongue to the prick which the farmer was pistoning in and out of her belly. Each time the man drove the pulsating length into her cunt, Tessie thrust her tongue deep, wiggling the tip against the slippery walls of Helen's pussy. Then, as the cock withdrew, she pulled her tongue back until it flayed the juice coated lips and stroked upward to stab at the throbbing clitoral bud, causing Helen's ass to wriggle violently and making her suck French's shaft into her throat until the balls jammed hard against her constantly moving chin.
She lost count of her own cuntal explosions, for they seemed but stepping stones to that anticipated delivery of jetting sperm from the preacher's thrusting prick.
It was all beyond her control, for the unbearable finale was triggered by the man whose strangled cry accompanied the first spurt of his eager come into Tessie's hungry cunt. The girl reacted with a wrenching climax of her own, her pussy squeezing and milking as she worked her mouth into Helen's cunt and sucked with a savagery the woman could not resist.
Feeling her belly contract in the rhythmic ecstasy, Helen grabbed the preacher's pumping ass with both hands, urging him to drive his cock into her throat while she rolled her head to increase the friction of shuddering flesh about its throbbing bulk.
French released the makeshift reins of her long hair and seized her head, jamming her face tightly against his crotch as he held the prick buried in her throat, working the head about by twisting his hips until the shaft jerked violently and Helen felt the hot come blast against the straining, gulping muscles.
He pulled back, letting the massaging swirl of her tongue heighten his pleasure as he spilled his seed into her mouth, the white cream oozing out about her red lips to trickle sluggishly down over her chin and convulsing throat as she tried gamely to swallow it as fast as it spurted into her.
So completely lost in the searing ecstasy of total union was the groaning woman that she was hardly aware of the cock's dripping withdrawal. Nor did she realize that Tessie was crawling upward to straddle her upturned face. Only when the freshly filled pussy descended upon her open mouth did she become fully conscious of the drastic, yet welcome change. As Tessie squirmed her cuntal lips down over the pursed mouth, Helen gave a strangled groan and drew the copious liquid from the shivering pussy with hungry sucking, swallowing noisily.
Then, just as the new and welcome contact triggered another series of convulsions in her own churning cunt, Helen felt that slippery channel suddenly and delightfully filled by a fresh prick, one that began fucking without hesitation, ramming into her until she doubted her ability to contain the full bulk of the huge tool. Only when she felt the heavy nuts bounce wetly in the crack of her squirming ass did she begin to meet the delicious strokes, fucking back at the unknown partner with rapid clenchings of her vagina.
On the other side of the tent, Skeeter Lewis had discovered that his leg was no longer bothering him. The pain had almost disappeared that day he had spent with Obie. Now, as he knelt over the open fly of a burly stranger and slid his lips down about the thick cock, he realized that the muscle spasms had been a subconscious rejection of Tammy and her ever-hungry twat.
"Sam!" the man had said when Skeeter asked his name. He had made no objection when Skeeter took hold of his cock and began working his hand up and down the hardness. Instead, he had loosened his trousers still more and exposed the huge globes of his hairy balls.
"You want to suck that," Sam had suggested quietly, "it's gonna cost you."
Skeeter swallowed violently, his mouth aching to encompass the pulsating organ which was already oozing its clear nectar. He licked his lips, eyes wild with desire. He nodded.
"I had my eye on that wife of yourn for a long time," the man breathed. "When this mess is over, you're gonna let me go home with you and fuck her. Okay?"
Helplessly, Skeeter nodded. At that moment he would have agreed to anything in order to claim that succulent prick. He groaned as the man pushed his hand aside and wrapped his own fingers about the swollen joint, skinning it back until the head pulsed and a fresh glob of gism rolled down the pulsating belly. With his other hand he pulled Skeeter's head down, fitting the oozing tip into the eager mouth.
"Suck it, sweetheart!" he grunted, feeling Skeeter's tongue dance over the sensitive glans. "Show me how good a cocksucker you really are!"
As he went to work on the delicious prick, Skeeter heard a smothered cry and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Obie stretched out, face down, in the sawdust, a huge, burly stranger on top of him, forcing his wrist thick cock into the upturned ass, sliding it slowly and forcefully into the resisting grip with little grunts of pleasure while Obie clawed at the sawdust in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
As Sam's prick pressed between his tonsils, Skeeter watched the stranger cram the last of his shaft into Obie's tail and begin a slow, measured pounding in and out of the slippery anus. Then, he was too busy to look any longer, for the cock in his mouth was already beginning to throb with the onset of orgasm.
At the rear of the tent, Jeb Turner hunched away between the scissoring thighs of a writhing woman whose pussy seemed to chew at his cock with a dozen sets of velvet teeth. She had already come seven times and was panting until Jeb was afraid she would pass out from exertion. Beside them, her daughter had stripped off her panties and was rubbing her silken cunt with excited fingers, staring down at Jeb's prick as it slid in and out of her mother's froth rimmed pussy.
With a decisive motion, Jeb hauled his engorged shaft from the woman's flexing grip and pulled the girl down between the rows, climbing between her flailing legs and easing the head of his cock into the furrow of her young slit.
"NOOOOO!" she bleated. "I AINT NEVER ......AAAGGGGHHHHH!"
Her denial of previous union was cut off by the pressure of Jeb's prick, forcing its throbbing thickness into the tight vagina and through the remnants of her hymen, burrowing between the convulsing "walls until only the huge balls and the pressure of his pubic arch blocked his deeper penetration.
"You have now, baby!" he grinned down at her twisted features.
Before he had stroked in and out a dozen times, the girl's legs were locked about his waist and she was working her ass in perfect coordination, sliding the juicy grip up and down his cock as he fucked her. Her climax was a furious churning that made him hammer it into her until she cried out, "DON'T COME IN ME! PLEASE! IT'S THE WRONG TIME! PLEASE!"
At the last moment, he dragged his prick from the spasming depths and spurted his load onto her belly, scrambling upward to let her eager mouth claim the last delicious drops.
The summer sun slid behind the flat horizon and the uninhibited revelers continued their riotous matings, little caring whose body was under, over or around their own writhing flesh. Cries of reaching and screams of attainment blended with the wet sounds of multiplied pistonings, slurping lips and slapping bellies.
Her dress cast aside in excitement, Sharon reached out and curled her fingers about a rampant cock, its throbbing sides still wet and warm from a previous encounter. With a whine of delight, she straddled its owner and fed her voracious cunt down over its pulsating head, feeling the delicious stretching of her vaginal channel as it filled her belly and shoved her hungry womb still higher in her undulating belly.
Beneath her, the cock's owner gasped with pleasure and Sharon recognized the youthful Arnold Pipp. The gasps became wild cries as she began riding him with flexing thighs and pumping ass, sliding her churning cunt from head to base in rapid hunches, building toward yet another tearing climax.
Then, she suppressed a scream as she felt a man's arms encircle her from behind and an enormous prick press hotly against her wriggling asshole.
"Noooooo!" she yelled. But the single protest was cut off in mid-syllable by a third hard cock which plunged between her lips and over her resisting tongue.
For a moment, she was frightened. Unable to evade the relentless pressure, her asshole was yielding to the huge shaft and it was sliding, slowly, but with gut tearing certainty up her convulsing colon.
Hands seized her head, holding it in place while powerful hips began ramming the third dick in and out of her straining jaws, plunging the head of the thing down her throat and making her gag with the first few thrusts. Then, she managed to relax her muscles and she could take the monster with relative ease.
The pressure below was still intense, but it was also exciting, for Sharon realized that she was quite literally stuffed full of pricks. The awareness sent her hips into a frenzied writhing that enabled her rear rider to drive full length in her soft, but tight anal grip. Flexing the muscles of her ass about it, she began working, ass and cunt sliding and squeezing, while her lips and tongue performed the ancient ceremony on the oral intruder.
Sarah had lost count of her own wild orgasms, but had claimed and discarded four partners. Now, a pair of greedy male lips was sucking away at her come filled snatch and a hot tongue was slithering in and out like an angry snake. Her own tongue was swirling about a deliciously huge cock she was certain belonged to Clyde French. Not that it really mattered. Whoever it was, she was going to gulp his spurting semen at exactly the same moment her cunt exploded about her other partner's probing tongue.
Tammy Lewis, after repeatedly working her ass under any male who crawled between her inviting legs, had dragged herself onto the platform and draped her arms over the piano bench. There, unable to resist the exquisite pleasure of his entry, she permitted the man who joined her to cram his engorged cock into her churning asshole, squirming weakly as he fucked her with savage groans of delight.
Mancey Turner rolled off an unidentified female, dragging his dripping cock across her still writhing belly, and ducked under the canvas wall of the tent, standing and almost colliding with a decidedly feminine figure.
In the dim starlight, he made out the face and figure of Amanda French and his cock came to renewed attention. He reached out and drew her to him, seeking her pouting lips with open mouth.
"NOOOOO!" she wailed, turning her head aside and pushing wildly against his chest.
"What the hell!" Mancey rumbled, avoiding her clutching fingers as they raked at his face. Quickly, easily, he pinioned her arms behind her and held her almost motionless, his cock jammed against the softness of her belly.
"I thought you people were all for love!" he growled. "Let's see a little action!"
"Don't you dare!" she cried, struggling, but succeeding only in arousing him still more by the grinding of her pelvis against his erection. "I've never touched a man!"
Mancey had heard some of the disquieting rumors, but he had paid them no heed. Now, as the woman squirmed and sobbed, he gave a throaty chuckle.
"Well, honey!" he informed her. "You're about to touch one! 'Cause I'm gonna fuck your ever lovin' ass clean off!"
Still holding her wrists clamped behind her back, he picked her up, ignoring the kicking legs, and carried her to the pickup, stepping up into the bed with effortless ease and depositing her on the folded blankets Sarah had placed there as cushions.
Desperate, Amanda aimed a toe at his groin, but Mancey shifted his hips and caught the ankle in his free hand. Pressing one of her legs with his own, he raised the other high in the air, spreading her thighs until she gasped with the strain.
"You gonna settle down?" he demanded. "Or do you want me to play wishbone with them legs?"
He leaned over her and caught the front of her dress in his strong teeth, rearing back and hearing the satisfying rip as the cloth parted, exposing the white globes of her perfect breasts.
"You got a nice set of knockers," he complimented. "Now, let's see about that pussy!"
He fastened his teeth again and tore dress and panties with one powerful tug. Then he stared down, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the golden triangle with its narrow cleft made slightly wider by the unnatural angle of her legs.
"Oh, you filthy bastard!" she yelled, her head jerking as she fought to escape the punishing grip. "You stinking, dirty pig!"
With a low chuckle, Mancey eased his hips closer and let her feel the head of his prick nudge her splayed cunt. Her body jerked and she screamed, an ear piercing wail of protest and defeat.
"HE'S GONNA FUCK ME!" she wailed. "HELP ME! OH DEAR GOD! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!"
"Ain't nobody gonna pay you no mind!" Mancey reminded. "They're too busy fuckin' and gettin fucked! So, you just lay back and let old Mancey ease his dick in that little hole!"
"UNNNGGGGGGHHHH!"
"Christamighty! That's tight!"
His position was awkward, but Mancey managed to apply enough pressure to force the head of his cock between the lips of her well lubricated cunt. It was there he met his first surprise.
Always, in the past, just getting it in was the real problem. Once the head had snapped through the resisting jaws, it was relatively easy to drive it on in.
But Amanda's pussy was just as tight inside as the opening had suggested. It felt as if his cock was sliding into a velvet vise that squeezed in constant spasms, permitting him to move only between the powerful grippings.
"RAPE!" the woman screamed, when she was able to catch her breath after that initial entry.
"Rape, shit!" Mancey grunted, ramming another inch into her.
Satisfied that he was in that incredible hole far enough to hold her down, he rolled atop her half naked body and settled his hips between her legs, keeping his hold on the one ankle and drawing her up to meet his downward pressure.
"I'm bleeding!" she whimpered, her struggles subsiding as she accepted the uselessness of further resistance. "You've ripped me apart!"
"That's fuck juice, honey!" he grinned down at her distorted face. "You've swallowed enough of it. You sure as hell ought to know what it feels like!"
Her pussy was unusually hot. That, together with the delicious tightness, was sufficient to insure a perfect fuck. But Mancey wanted more that a hot piece of close fitting meat. He wanted to feel that shapely ass respond when he started pumping the prick to her.
"EEEEYYYYIIIII!"
Again her scream rattled the night, for he had crammed another portion of his cock into her snug trench, jamming her ass against the blankets in a futile retreat.
"UUUUUHHHHHH!"
His hips retreated, dragging the thick shaft back through the painfully stretched tissues and creating a suction that was more powerful than any Amanda had ever felt. For a moment, she was certain her womb would follow the departing prick, drawn downward and outward with the hot vacuuming. In spite of her pain and helplessness, Amanda felt a stab of gut wrenching pleasure as the cock frictioned through her belly.
Mancey hesitated at the peak of his rise, letting the lips of her cunt nibble at his prick, seeming to chew the tender glans with their restless writhing. Then, with a grunt of satisfaction, he drove it in until the head rammed forcefully against the depths of her pussy, repeating the savage thrusting again and again until the woman was sobbing with the mixed emotions of resistance and unbearable delight.
Her ass was beginning to move, slowly and hesitantly at first, then in ever widening circles, clenching and grinding the muscles of her pussy about his thrusting prick.
"Damn you!" she cried through clenched teeth. "Damn you to hell!"
He released her wrists and she wrapped both arms about his neck, abandoning all restraint and fucking up to meet each shove. Her free leg reached high, encircling his waist and Mancey grabbed the ankle, bring both feet up on either side of her head, pounding her lifted crotch with savage slams of his hips.
"Fuck it, baby!" he groaned. "Fuck that prick!"
"I'm fuckin' it!" she hissed. "Oh, Goddamn! I'm fuckin' it! Give it to me! Give it to me hard! Hurt me! Damn you! Hurt me!"
Mancey hunched with vicious stabs of his powerful hips, shoving his prick into that mushy grip with bone jarring force, cramming it in until his balls rolled and pressed against her taut perineum and winking asshole. Her clitoris was tugged inward as he entered, held tightly as the full length of his enormous cock slid over its throbbing bulk. Then, as he withdrew, the love bud was pulled outward to pulse in maddening expectation for the next thrust.
With one hand, Mancey began fondling the big tits, pulling them together until his fingers could trap both swollen nipples, rolling and pinching as his prick sawed through her wildly throbbing cuntal tissues.
The ecstasy was becoming too great for endurance and Mancey released her other leg so he could use both hands on that squirming, pumping ass, pulling it up to meet each jarring shove.
Amanda sensed the nearness of his orgasm and her ass worked more frantically, heightening her own ecstasy and striving for the climax which she was sure would destroy her with its violence.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed, feeling the sudden swell and jerk of his prick inside her. "NOT YET! NOOOO!"
Mancey was unable to answer her as his sperm volleyed deep into her cunt, spraying her womb and making the path of his plunging cock still more slippery. Again and again, the prick leaped with the shuddering release until there was only a faint throbbing in the huge shaft as he held it hilted in her belly.
"You bastard!" she moaned. "I was almost ready! And you couldn't wait! Damn you! Damn you!"
He silenced her cries with a long kiss that found her tongue exploring his mouth with the same avidity it had shown in caressing so many pussies.
"Patience, bitch!" he grinned. "That one was just to oil your cunt up! This time, you can come your ass off!"
Before she could answer, he was pumping again, the juices gurgling out about his cock as it slid in and out, full length.
Amanda worked furiously, her eyes squeezed shut with effort as she screwed her cunt about the ramming prong, her noisy gasps shorter and quicker, becoming a throaty whine as the repeated waves of ecstasy pounded against her convulsing womb. "Come on, baby!" Mancey panted, fucking her with furious hunches.
Crouched at the edge of the clearing, his dark face blending with the deep shadows, Catfish Jones heard Amanda's panted cries and his white teeth gleamed in a wide grin.
That Mancey had sure enough made a believer out of that gal! Damn! What he wouldn't have given to take part in that groaning, grunting orgy! His twelve-inch prick was bone hard with desire and his trousers were soaked where the seminal juice had seeped from the pulsing head.
Catfish was well aware of his reputation in the community. They thought he was a confirmed queer because he went down on an occasional boy, or persuaded one to let him put it in his ass far enough to get his rocks off.
The Davis boy had been an exception. He hadn't held back with that son of a bitch! And it had been good, too. Almost as good as a woman's pussy.
That was what most people didn't know about Catfish Jones. Since the age of eleven, he had found only three women who could actually take his cock. Others had tried, and had he been less gentle by nature he could have forced it in. But only those three had managed to accept the entire length and give him a satisfying fuck.
The first had been his sister, Ula, and he had screwed her almost nightly until he was thirteen and she was fifteen. Then, she had eloped with a gambler from Natchez and he had been forced to content himself with masturbation until his mother died and his father remarried. His new stepmother soon discovered the size of his weapon and agreed to let him try it in her easily excitable twat.
Catfish remembered that rainy afternoon in the small sharecropper's cabin. His father had hitched the mule to the rickety wagon and headed for town, reminding them that it would be late when he returned. No sooner was the wagon out of sight than Linda Sue had stripped bare-assed naked and spread her dusky curves on the sagging bed.
She had frowned at first sight of his monstrous cock. But her lust was more powerful than her slight doubt that she could actually contain it. For thirty minutes, she had licked and sucked him while he applied mouthful after mouthful of saliva to her pussy lips, forcing the wetness inside by pursing his lips and blowing into the tight slit, making Linda Sue come a half dozen times before she said she was ready.
Even then, she had used still another technique, making him hover above her while she gripped his cock and rubbed the swollen head about in the well of her cunt, slowly frigging the skin up and down until he shot off, the semen puddling in her slit and oozing inside to prepare the way for his huge organ.
Finally, she had angled her legs far apart and pulled her pussy open with both hands and he had inserted his cock in the hot embrace with a groan of passion. Slowly, with Linda Sue working her ass cooperatively, he had managed to drive nine inches into her and was able to begin screwing in earnest.
He had already come twice more and was ramming it to the balls in an effort to make it a fourth time when his father walked in and stood glaring at his rising and falling ass, watching the black buttocks clench and tremble as Catfish shot still another load into Linda Sue's wriggling belly.
It was a unique experience for Catfish and one he had no desire to relive, regardless of the fantastic pleasure it produced in his stallion-like cock. He had succeeded in cramming eleven inches inside his stepmother's churning cunt and, in spite of the fact that every stroke was jabbing her womb with almost painful force, the girl was responding by employing every muscle in that cream filled vagina, clasping, caressing, squeezing and sucking as Catfish pumped his prodigious prick with increasing fury.
The first delicious surge of orgasmic ecstasy had just lanced through his tightening scrotum when Catfish saw his father's angry face.
For one, heart-stopping moment he froze, his prick poised with only the swollen throbbing head implanted in the tightly stretched lips of Linda Sue's pussy. Fear sent its paralyzing tentacles throughout his huge body, but failed to stem the on-rushing tide of come that was already bolting through the constricted channel of his huge cock.
Linda Sue saw her husband at almost exactly the same second and her ass hung, suspended in mid-air, reaching for that exploding prick with its slime flecked jaws.
Then, as the thick cream spurted and the accompanying pleasure zipped outward from their connected flesh, fear surrendered to lust and their hips jammed together, parted and rammed again.
With some remaining bit of sanity, Catfish counted the piston-like strokes. Fifteen times, full length and jerking with the powerful spasms of ejaculation, his prick slid into Linda Sue's gurgling cunt, where it was massaged and milked by the convulsive rhythm of her own climax.
Her sharp cries and his deeper grunts matched the noisy squeaking of the rusty springs until his balls were empty, his cock deflating with the swift return of fear, now swollen to terror by the unforgivable continuance of their union under his father's wide eyed stare.
Catfish rolled off the frightened girl, crouching on the opposite side of the bed from where his father stood, big hands clenching and unclenching.
"You no-good, fuckin' whore!"
The words were almost lost in the explosive sound of his open hand colliding with Linda Sue's cheek. Her head twisted just in time to meet the back of his fingers in their return slap.
Catfish was already scrambling into his clothes, hopping toward the door as one foot caught in the leg of his trousers. He was outside before he became aware of the sudden silence and he circuited the house to peer through the grimy window of the bedroom.
His father had unzipped his pants and was busily cramming his own fully erect cock into Linda Sue's straining mouth, holding her by the hair as he straddled her naked breasts.
"From now on, bitch," he was cursing wildly, "this is the way you get fucked! You're gonna eat cock 'til you be so fuckin' hoarse you can't talk! Take it, whore! Suck it! You done ruined that cunt! I gonna make a pussy outta that mouth!"
Catfish never went back and he never heard from either of them again. He hitched a ride with a Detroit-bound salesman and spent the next three days alternately driving and letting the handsome man suck him off.
In Detroit, the salesman found him a job, washing dishes in an all-night cafe, and introduced him to several of his gay friends. Before the month was out, Catfish was able to give up the job and spend his time satisfying the peculiar desires of his new friends.
It became an invisible badge of honor for one of the group to proclaim that he had actually taken Catfish's enormous cock up his ass. Once that challenge had been noised about, the youth received more invitations than he could handle.
It was inevitable that one of his partners would eventually suggest a reciprocal act and, when it came, Catfish rose to the occasion, squeezing his ass about the diminutive cock in the same manner he had found so pleasant when it was used on him.
He was nineteen when he met Gertrude, a stripper from one of the Chicago clubs on vacation with her brother, one of Catfish's many admirers. Catfish had avoided all females since arriving in Detroit, finding the supply of male lips and anuses quite sufficient for his sexual needs. But one look at Gertrude's big tits and thrusting ass sent his cock into a frenzied throbbing that no male attention could alleviate.
Gertrude resisted his first advances, unwilling to place herself in the position of taking her brother's favorite bed-partner away from him. But, once she got a look at the cock Catfish was urging upon her, she surrendered with enthusiasm.
Catfish had to fuck her five different times before she was able to fully contain his enormous weapon. But, once she had felt its complete length and girth, inside her flexing cunt, she became insatiable.
For two weeks, Catfish fucked the greedy female almost constantly. When his prick would become limp from excessive use, Gertrude would put a record on the hi-fi and dance for him, undulating her enticing curves and finally sucking him until he was hard again.
As he laughingly explained to a cooperative male, while easing his pole into the man's well greased rear, "If I'da stayed on up there, she'd have fucked me to death!"
He had returned to Mississippi rather than adapt himself to some new environment. It was too simple to establish the small cabin and begin dispensing the one ingredient the residents demanded second only to sex.
"Two things a man ought to have," he would laugh. "Good whiskey and tight pussy! I'll sell you one and you can go hunt the other!"
Now, as he watched Mancey Turner's ass bouncing between Amanda French's flailing legs, Catfish was reminded that, after all, there was really no satisfactory substitute for a woman's cunt. Unless, he admitted, you're strictly gay. Which, he added almost sadly, he wasn't. All the men and boys-and there had been dozens and dozens of them-were only outlets for the voracious urge in his huge loins.
Catfish was so engrossed in his visual target, straining his eyes in the starlit night, that he failed to hear the soft footsteps and the sudden voice made him jump.
"All they need in there is a jug of your whiskey!" "Lord!" he gasped, standing up and hoping she wouldn't see the outline of his enormous erection.
"Mizz Wallington! You scared me, creepin' up like that!" , "I can't see you bein' scared of nothin'," Lisa Wallington laughed. "Certainly not a bunch of animals like that! Did you ever hear such carryin' on?"
"Reckon the preacher got 'em all kinda riled up," he answered, refusing to criticize the very act his loins were aching to perform. "They'll simmer down after a while."
The woman laid a hand on his arm and the big man trembled at the touch. He wanted to pull away before the feeling became painfully intense.
"Catfish," she was saying. "I've got to have a drink. I can't even find Gail in that mess. Have you got any with you?"
"Nary a drop!" he admitted. "I could go get some. It wouldn't take long."
"It's too far!" she protested.
It wasn't. Catfish had covered the single mile in ten minutes, cutting across the low rise with loose stride. But he didn't relish the trip there and back.
"You got a car," he reminded her. "Ain't nobody gonna see us. Don't reckon nothin's gonna happen to your daughter that ain't done already happened."
The hand was still on his arm, the fingers tightening. "Let's go!" he said quickly, giving him a slight push toward the dark bulk of the cars.
They walked within feet of the pickup where Mancey was industriously screwing the moaning Amanda. Lisa gave them a contemptuous glance, hurrying her step until they reached the car. Catfish climbed in beside her, sitting as close to the door as his size would permit, yet painfully aware of her nearness. He waited until she had set the auto in motion before he spoke.
"You a funny woman, Mizz Wallington." His voice was soft, blending with the darkness. "How come you ain't never got married again?"
"Reckon I could ask you the same thing," she said amiably. "We all got our reasons."
He accepted the gentle rebuke, sitting silently until she pulled up in front of his shack. He was back in less than a minute with a fifth under his arm.
"You know you're welcome to drink here," he explained.
"We'll stop at my place," she answered. "Get in."
Minutes later she said, "Come on inside. You act like you could stand some of your own medicine."
Chuckling, Catfish followed the woman into the house, watching the rise and fall of her shapely ass as she preceded him through the living room, selecting glasses from the kitchen shelf and pouring two generous belts of the yellowish liquid.
Catfish sipped his, but Lisa downed hers with determined gulps and quickly poured another.
Lisa Wallington felt the whiskey spread its warmth through her body, loosening the taut muscles and easing the knot of frustration in her belly. She closed her eyes, taking a long, deep breath, the first satisfying one she had drawn since the beginning of the orgy at French's "revival."
She had wanted to join in the unabashed revelry. Her cunt had begun oozing the moment French had called the Pipp girl onto the platform and she had realized what was about to happen.
Not even Gail knew Lisa's secret. All the hot-assed girl knew was that her mother achieved some sort of sexual relief from going down on her immediately after she had dropped her panties for some hard-dicked admirer. Since Lisa's tongue could bring her to orgasm almost as easily as a man's thrusting rod, Gail was quite happy with the arrangement.
Lisa had never explained just why she employed this method, nor why Gail's father had deserted them when the girl was still a mere infant.
Frank Wallington had considered himself a fortunate man when he was accepted by the beautiful Lisa. He had taken her into the bedroom with an eagerness matched in intensity only by his disgust when he began what he anticipated as the first delicious entry.
He wasn't a particularly well endowed man, but he had never had a woman complain about the size of his cock. Now, as he thrust its slippery head into his new wife's waiting cunt, he gasped with surprise.
He couldn't even touch the sides!
Lisa had blamed herself far more than she blamed Frank. She should have warned him, she reminded herself. Her few experiences with ardent suitors had already shown her that she was incapable of tightening her cunt muscles sufficiently to give them any real pleasure.
He had fucked her that first and only time, making her cross her legs while he sloshed his prick around in the mushy cavern until it jerked and jetted, providing that single sperm cell which swam inward and upward to lodge in her fecund belly and produce her only child, Gail.
Frank Wallington never touched her again and, soon after the baby was born, he simply disappeared, leaving her with the farm and a (r)mall joint bank account.
Bitter, yet accepting her fate, Lisa had worked the farm alone, hoping that manual labor would lessen the hunger in her crotch. The farm was reasonably successful, but her pussy remained unsatisfied.
When Gail was thirteen and the boys began to notice her jutting breasts and swinging hips, Lisa did the only thing she knew to prevent Gail from forming a permanent alliance with one of them. And she did it in such a way that Gail never suspected her real reasons.
All the girl knew was that the touch of her mother's tongue could generate such thrills in her pussy that she had no desire to do anything more than welcome an occasional man or boy into her cunt. Then, she would rush to Lisa and open her oozing pussy for the woman's eager mouth.
Catfish tried to keep his eyes from Lisa's half exposed breasts, for the sight was causing his cock to swell even more. Since she had not asked him to sit down, there was no way he could hide the alarming bulge that tented his trousers like an obscene deformity. He swallowed half his drink with one determined gulp, hoping the whiskey would diminish the desire which burned ever brighter in his crotch.
The second drink seemed to hit Lisa all of a sudden, slackening her features and causing her to shrug the low neckline downward until one nipple peeped over the edge, thrusting out from the brown aureole like an impudent finger. She looked down at the display and giggled.
"Wouldn't folks say I was terrible?" she said. "Showin' my tittie to a black man! You like to look at titties, Catfish? Where'd you ever get that name, anyway?"
Catfish gave up trying to avoid staring at the half naked breast. If she wanted to show her boobs off, he wasn't going to disappoint her by not looking.
"They hung that name on me," he explained, "cause my breath smells funky sometimes."
Lisa cupped one hand under the breast and pushed it over the neckline, its fullness trembling as it hung proudly, the nipple thrusting slightly upward in taut invitation. She giggled.
"Sounds like you been eatin' somethin' that smells like fish!" she said, tipping the bottle over his glass. "Know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean, Mizz Wallington," he answered slowly. "And you know what folks say about me. You know what I been eatin'." There was a note of gentle reproof in his tone.
Lisa wriggled the other breast into view, shaking her shoulders and making them sway voluptuously, finally pushing the dress down to her slender waist.
"I always did wonder what a fellow who likes men would do if a woman really tried to turn him on," she said, placing both hands on her lush hips and moving them suggestively. "How does this make you feel?"
Catfish cleared his throat, his eyes narrowing. The throbbing in his trousers was becoming almost painful.
"There's' somethin' you ought to know, Mizz Wallington," he said carefully. "But I don't rightly know how to tell you."
Lisa Wallington was enjoying herself. There was no malice in her actions, but Catfish Jones represented, at that moment, all the men she had wanted during those painful years of self denial.
"Maybe I can help you," she purred, hooking her thumbs in the rumpled cloth and forcing it down over the flare of her hips until the dark triangle of her pubic hair peeked at him. "Does that make you more comfortable?"
"You gonna get us in all kinds of trouble," he warned. His prick was oozing a near steady stream of slippery gism, soaking his pants where the monster head thumped in frantic demand.
Lisa shook her head, grinning at him. "Ain't nobody around here but me and you," she reminded him. Her hands shoved the dress and panties down, baring the hairy nest and the moist lips of her excited cunt. Kicking off her sandals, she stood naked.
"Now," she smiled. "I ain't got nothin' to hide. So you can tell me whatever you want to."
Catfish set the glass, now empty, on the table, his hands trembling. His tongue explored his full lips.
"I reckon you think I ain't a real man, Mizz Wallington," he said hoarsely. "I know you heard about me and some of the boys. But you don't know why it's been like that."
Swiftly, the words chasing each other out as if afraid the flow might be stopped, he explained his problem, finishing with, "I know you didn't know about it, or you wouldn't a put me on like this."
Lisa stared at his bulging crotch, her mouth hanging slightly open in surprise and excitement. He had said it was big and she could see that from the way it tented his pants. But it would take more than just a big cock. It would take a monster prick to fill the chamber nature had given her for a cunt.
"Let me see it!" she demanded.
Catfish shook his head. "Ain't no use! I done give up hopin'. Anyway, you're a white woman."
"Damn that color crap!" Lisa grated. "I'm a woman and you're a man! Let me see it!"
The big man's fingers slid the zipper down and he drew it out, squeezing the huge balls over the ridge of cloth and letting the prick jut proudly upward, the clear fluid gleaming as it spread over the velvet expanse of the enormous head.
"Oh my dear God!" Lisa exclaimed. "I don't believe it!"
Catfish wrapped one hand about it and pressed another surge of jism from the straining tip. "You got me awful hot, Mizz Wallington. I ain't guaranteeing I won't shoot off right here!"
"Don't you dare!" Lisa Wallington gasped. "Oh, sweet Jesus! I've got to have that!"
Catfish wagged his head. "You can't take it! Ain't no sense in even tryin' it!"
Lisa planted both hands on her curved hips and forced her eyes upward to the man's tortured face. "Take your clothes off, Catfish!" she whispered fiercely. "You're gonna fuck me!"
Still protesting, Catfish stripped shirt and trousers from his magnificent body, drawing another cry of admiration from the woman as she watched the ripple of powerful muscles and rock hard flesh. Without touching him, she beckoned him to follow her wiggling ass as she led the way into the bedroom.
"Please! Mizz Wallington!" he implored, staring at her inviting body as she lay back on the bed and parted her sleek thighs, pulling the lips of her cunt open with both trembling hands. "I don't want to hurt you!"
Lisa rubbed her fingers along the pouting ridges of her gaping pussy, smearing the gathering juices until the orifice glistened in the soft glow of the single lamp beside the bed. Her torso moved impatiently, swaying the big breasts, and her hips performed a slow, sensuous circling.
"If you can hurt me," she said thickly, pushing the words through tightly clenched teeth, "I'll be the happiest woman in the country!"
Her face contorted and her eyes blazed with lust. "I want that cock, damn you! I want to be fucked!"
Catfish placed one knee on the bed, feeling it yield under his weight. Bracing himself with one hand, still holding his cock with the other, he eased his left knee between the woman's widely spread legs, shifting his body to hover over her, the enormous shaft casting a threatening shadow along the heaving whiteness of her belly.
"This thing'll tear your pussy clean up!" he grated. "Don't make me do it!"
Lisa's legs came up on either side of his hips, her feet touching his thighs, gently, yet quivering with impatience.
"I want to be fucked, Catfish!" she whispered. "I want that big, beautiful black cock!"
"You put it in!" he gasped. "And tell me when it hurts! It ain't gonna go! I know it ain't gonna go!"
Lisa's fingers touched the pulsating shaft, exploring the fantastic length and girth as if still unwilling to believe the sensory impressions gained from the caress. Her thumb slid over the straining eye and a fresh spurt of jism throbbed out, warm and slick. She rotated the thumb, smearing the lubrication over the satiny glans, trying to encircle the corona and discovering that her fingers could not reach around its imposing circumference.
Slowly, she bent the resisting joint downward, feeling his body shudder as the tip pressed be- between the plump warmth of her outer labia, nuzzling the pliant curtains of her vaginal passage. She slid her hand upward, slowly, measuring the twelve inches to where the thick bush and heavy balls loomed, waiting and threatening. She cupped the huge globes, hefting them.
With a tremendous effort, she forced her hips to he motionless. Her fingers held his nuts, gently.
"I've waited all my life for this," she whispered. "Thirty one goddamned years! Give it to me real slow! I want to feel every wonderful inch as it slides in!"
Catfish shuddered, his arms trembling as they supported his huge body above hers. His eyes were closed and his head was lifted, face straining with the effort to comply with her request.
His hips began their descent and Lisa Wallington's legs flew upward, still higher, ankles crossing behind his sweating back. The bulbous head stretched the labial membranes into a quivering tightness, expanded them until his glans was surrounded by her heat and wetness. An animal like whimper escaped his flaring nostrils.
"I'm gonna come!" he gasped, his whole body trembling. "I can't stop it!"
"Just don't shove it in!" she panted back, her own body shivering in response to the still slight contact and the powerful desire she could feel in his huge frame. "Come in me! But don't shove it in!
Sweat beaded on Catfish's dark brow, dripping down onto Lisa's upturned face, onto the soft redness of parted lips. Her tongue slid out to gather the salty taste into her mouth. "UUNNGGHH!"
The giant body jerked! The tremendous cock jerked! Lisa's ass jerked!
She felt the inserted head swell, straining her labial lips into still greater circumference. Then the hot come spurted into her vaginal sheath, bathing her hungry nerves with its male liquidity, filling the already slimy folds and trickling deeper. Bolt after thundering bolt lashed into her cunt, each tremendous release wringing a gasp from the taut lips and widening the eyes that stared up into Catfish's straining features.
Her woman's instinct told her how much will power was required to hold his hips almost motionless while his prick shot its load of semen into her belly. She sensed his almost overpowering desire to plunge the jetting cock into her, satisfying that ball searing need for friction as the repeated surges of ecstasy emptied his giant nuts. "Thank you!" she breathed, when the powerful shudders had subsided. "You're more of a man than I deserve!"
Catfish opened his eyes, blinking at her through the tears of frustration and sweet agony. He drew a deep, convulsive breath.
"Can...?" He faltered, uncertain of himself. But her woman's intuition supplied the rest of his request.
"Kiss me!" she whispered. "Please! Kiss me!" His lips met hers, parted and hungry. Her arms went about his neck and her tongue swirled, greedily and happily. Her ass moved, describing a slow, delicious circling that worked the straining lips of her pussy about the captured head, stirring it in the heat of its own come, inviting him deeper into the hungry channel of her vagina.
Catfish was still hard. The swift, gut-tearing orgasm had only heightened his desire. This beautiful creature had succeeded in encompassing the head of his cock. If she could only contain its incredible length, he would fuck her as he had never been able to fuck any other woman.
He inched farther into the clutching tissues, hearing her soft whimper as his cock stretched the vaginal walls. His muscles strained with the tension of studied restraint.
"God!" she panted. "You're such a man!"
He chuckled, a deep hearty sound, realizing that he had never before been able to do that while slipping his joint into a woman. Hell! How could he really compare? There had been only three others.
"You're quite a woman!" he responded, stuffing another inch between her shivering thighs and feeling her cunt clench and tremble about him. "I ain't never had no pussy like this!"
"You're gettin' it now!" she reminded him, her voice husky with passion. "Ummmmm! That feels so good!"
He was halfway into her. He stared down at the junction of their bodies and Lisa raised her head to join in the erotic observation.
The contrast between his dark skin and her white belly added to the excitement. The heavily veined shaft of his cock connected their loins, its upper half disappearing in the silky triangle of her crotch as if being slowly devoured. Even as she watched, Lisa saw another pulsing inch of the black prick swallowed up by the infolded lips of her cunt.
The deeper the throbbing monster probed into her eager vagina, the more powerful were the thrills that coursed outward from the aroused nerve endings. Already, Lisa wanted him to begin stroking, to fuck her with the vicious hammerings of which she sensed he was so capable. But, much more, she wanted to savor the complete ingestion of his marvelous cock. She exerted every ounce of her will, commanding her hips to resist the urge to reach upward and hasten the deeper penetration. Gritting her teeth, she dug her fingers into his powerful shoulder muscles.
The head of his cock was pressing the resilient tissues about the mouth of her womb, feeling the rhythmic pulsations of the cervical lips as they were pushed upward by the determined entry. He felt the soft contact as his swaying balls touched her taut perineum. It was no longer possible to see the nexus of their exquisite union, for his muscular belly brushed her softer, whiter flesh. But Catfish knew there were three inches of cock still begging for admittance to that sperm filled vagina.
He tightened the muscles of his ass and forced the head into the writhing pocket of her cuntal depths, feeling the quick contraction and hearing her hoarse gasp.
For the first time in her life, Lisa Wallington was crammed full of cock and there was still more to come. Her belly felt delightfully swollen and each movement of the enormous joint produced a wave of searing pleasure that threatened to trigger her climax before she had claimed his entire cock.
It was impossible! she thought wildly. Not only had the wonderful prick fully expanded her pussy with its tremendous girth, but she was becoming a bit doubtful that she could contain its improbable length. Already she could feel that deep seated pressure as his forceful effort shifted her womb upward, creating more room, then filling it with pulsating cock.
"OHHHHHHHH! DEAR GOD!" she cried, her ass bucking in uncontrollable gyrations as her orgasm burst through her defenses and exploded in her hungry cunt with wildly churning fury. Nerves, never before touched, danced and quivered and the slippery vaginal walls writhed and shuddered in furious caressings of his deeply planted shaft.
Groaning with supreme effort, Catfish held his hips motionless but firm, letting her screw the climaxing pussy about his cock with incredible suction and heat.
"UNGH! . . . UNGH! . . . UNGH! . . . UNGH!"
The rhythmic grunts of the female, reaching with stabbing pelvis for the hot meat of coital union, accompanied the savage raking of her nails across his sweating back. When the ecstatic spasms quieted to shivering tremors, she had jammed her pussy lips flush about the base of his twelve inch prick and his massive balls were wedged between the plump cheeks of her slowly writhing ass.
"Oh! You big-dicked bastard!" she crooned, her vagina undulating about his joint. "To think that you've been livin' that close all these years and I didn't know what you had!"
"Reckon we gonna have to make up for lost time!" Catfish murmured, letting her feel the weight of his huge chest on her big tits. "You ready for some real fuckin'?"
"I'll screw you to death!" she hissed, pulling his mouth down to hers and groaning as he began hauling his cock backward through her clutching vagina. The sensation was beyond anything she had ever imagined. Her ass wiggled and jerked, increasing the pleasure for both of them as the semen slickened tissues writhed and tightened about his retreating prick.
Then, like a giant bolt of lightning, Catfish rammed it to the balls and began pumping with strokes that filled and emptied her cunt with unbelievable speed and savagery.
Lisa wanted to cry out. She wanted to beg him to slow down. She wanted to savor each delicious thrust. But there was no time. Before she could decipher the ecstasy of the sucking retreat, her cunt was threshing about his cock as it rammed into her belly again with throbbing force.
The sensations blurred, becoming one hazy film of complete pleasure, thickening with each stroke as Catfish fucked her, jamming her ass against the bed and grinding his balls into her anal cleft with the force of his thrusts.
Dimly, over the squeaking of the bed springs, she heard the blubbering escape of trapped air from her juicy cunt. Then he was driving still deeper, sucked into her by the vacuum of her clutching channel.
His cock glistened with the cuntal fluids and her pussy lips, tugged outward by his withdrawal, became a frothy puddle for the steady pistoning of his enormous cock.
Lisa's legs crawled higher, her feet bracing themselves on either side of his pounding hips, levering her own ass to meet his thrusts, sliding her writhing cunt up that slippery length as it entered her belly to ram its throbbing head into the sucking mouth of her womb.
She came again and again, her ass jiggling with the ecstatic convulsions, crying out in wild sobbings as the relentless cock pummeled the depths of her cunt, driving her from one orgasm to the next with hardly a stroke between the unbearable spasms.
Catfish's hands were beneath her, clutching her ass where the copious jism had trickled to mingle with her sweat, wriggling his fingers into the crack of her bottom and teasing the winking circle of her anus, one finger entering to probe and caress.
"Yesssss!" she panted, increasing the angle of her pumping thighs. "Fuck my ass! Fuck me everywhere! OH SHIT! I'M COMIN' AGAIN!"
Arcing her body, Lisa managed to reach Catfish's hunching rear, one hand fingering the giant testicles, while the other duplicated his entry of her own asshole. Her touch drove him to even harder pounding, his cock squishing in and out of her cunt like a frightened cow through a steaming swamp.
Then he roared. There was no other word for the explosive cry as his semen raced through his leaping prick and salvoed against her womb. The incredible spider lips seized the spurting head and sucked it in, holding it captive as the cock delivered its load into the seat of her long suppressed womanhood.
TWELVE
Monday morning was quiet in the little community. The revival had exhausted the participants and most of them slept until noon.
One exception was Clyde French. He awakened just after daybreak, jolted from a dream in which he was screwing Sharon Turner while Lisa Wallington offered her delicious quim to his stabbing tongue. In spite of his repeated comes of the previous night his cock was throbbingly erect and already dripping its clear lubricant onto the wrinkled sheets.
Still half asleep, he plodded down the hall to where his wife sprawled, naked and lovely, mounting her before she could awaken and fitting his cock into the snug cove of her pussy.
There was a moment of sudden stiffening as she realized he was entering her. Then, remembering her furious reception of Mancey Turner's huge prick, she opened her cunt like a slimy flower, drawing her husband's equally large joint into the churning heat of her pussy.
In the bedroom of the Nelsons, Obie awakened to find his cheek resting on Carrie's rising and falling belly, the feminine scent of her bushy cunt filling his nostrils. Without hesitation, he twisted about until he was straddling his sleeping wife's head. Sighing with contentment, he extended his tongue and began licking the furrow of her delicious pussy, tasting the multiplied ejaculations she had received there in the frenzied couplings under the tent.
Carrie stirred, working her cunt up against his mouth and urging his tongue into the flexing crevice. Happily, he lapped her slit as she gathered his cock into her own willing mouth and began sucking with little moans of pleasure.
Tammy Lewis was still awake. On her knees, in the middle of her bed, her naked body writhed and jerked as the man she knew only as Sam drove his delightful cock in and out of her greedy cunt. Beside them, fingers stroking his own erection, her husband watched the assault with excited eyes, crying out in encouragement each time Tammy surrendered to an ecstatic climax. She was already weak from the countless hangings and suckings, both during and after the orgy. But her insatiable nature would not permit her to relax so long as there was a stiff cock within reach. She gurgled delightedly when Skeeter positioned himself before her and presented his cock to her moist lips. Eagerly she accepted the plump offering, sucking it in rhythm with the other prick that plunged in and out of her slippery cunt.
Jeb Turner greeted the dawn in a most unusual manner, but one he found extremely gratifying. For perhaps the first time in his life, he was perfectly content. Nothing anyone might have offered him would have persuaded him to change one item of his awareness.
He had slipped out of the tent to encounter Gail Wallington, looking for her mother. It was Mancey, leading a weak-kneed Amanda back to the tent, who explained that Lisa had left with Catfish Jones, taking her own car.
Squeezing Gail against his side and cupping a firm tit, Jeb offered the girl a ride home. Feeling the beginning of still another erection in her exploring fingers, the girl agreed.
An hour later, in the bouncing bed of the pickup, Jeb pulled both Sharon and Gail down onto the blankets, kissing and sucking their willingly exposed breasts and dipping his fingers into the jism smeared cunts that tightened happily about them.
Their hands caressed his fuckpole, drawing it out so they could both lick its throbbing length, giggling as their tongues touched and teased.
"How many times did you get screwed?" Sharon asked, resting her head on Jeb's thigh and breathing warmly against his balls.
"Just five," Gail complained, withdrawing her lips from the head of Jeb's cock. "I didn't count the times I was sucked off !"
"The preacher did it to me twice," Sharon boasted. "I thought he never would stop coming!"
Gail licked a dribble of gism from the cock and smacked her lips appreciatively. "Your uncle has the best tasting come!" She said it as if Jeb were not even there.
Sharon kissed the leathery globe of one ball. "Wouldn't it be fun to suck him off together?" she demanded.
"Hey!" Gail exclaimed. "I've never done that! Let's do!"
Jeb grabbed their heads in sudden protest.
"Hold it!" he cried, forcing them up and away from his cock. "Wait til we get somewhere more comfortable!" They were already pulling up in the Turner yard and the girls accepted the delay with a minimum of argument. Jeb clambered down and helped them to the ground as Mancey and Sarah emerged from the cab.
"I'm gonna take Gail home," Jeb explained. "Sharon wants to come along."
Mancey nodded, grinning. "Wait a minute," he said suggestively, "and I'll go with you."
Sarah gripped his big arm with surprising force. "Like hell you will!" she hissed. "I been saving one for you! You ain't goin' nowhere but inside to bed!"
Her eagerness convinced the man and he nodded, pulling her about until his cock was jammed against her rump and he was grinning at the trio over her shoulder.
"Reckon I'll have to keep the old woman happy!" he laughed. "You all go ahead on!"
With Gail between them, Jeb and Sharon squeezed into the pickup and rattled off, Jeb trying to think of something other than the hot young flesh that pressed his side in impatient eagerness.
Inside the Turner house, Sarah began undressing. Pointing to the bed, she said, "Get naked, Mancey, and get on your back. All that business just got me worked up. Now, I'm gonna do the fuckin'."
Minutes later she was sighing as she impaled her hungry cunt on his throbbing cock.
A jubilant Lisa and Catfish welcomed the trio, a trifle hesitant until they learned that none of the three was disturbed by the racial aspects of the arrangement.
"I never could see you as a queer," Jeb confided. "Any man with a cock that big just has to be pussy hungry!"
"He ain't hungry no more!" Lisa sighed, wrapping her fingers about the ominous bulge in the man's trousers. Then, her eyes widening, she gasped, "You're gettin' hard again!"
Grinning, Catfish stood up and lifted her like a baby. "You complainin'?" he asked, moving toward the bedroom.
Lisa's arms tightened about his neck. "I'll show you how I complain!" she giggled. She waved at the watching trio. "Don't pay any attention if I start screaming. This big bastard is just like a boar hog!" As they disappeared through the doorway, she called, "And I love every inch of it!"
Jeb helped himself to the half empty bottle of whiskey and poured smaller drinks for the two girls, settling himself in one of the straight chairs and loosening his belt. As they watched, hungry eyes half closed in concentration, he opened his trousers and drew out his full fledged erection, lifting his hips so he could scoot his trousers down.
Gail Wallington shook her head. "No!" she said emphatically. "Everything off!" She looked at Sharon. "Us, too! Let's do this right."
While Jeb shucked his clothes, the girls helped each other to strip, tits bouncing and moist cunts winking as they wiggled out of the dresses and stepped out of the strapped sandals. When Jeb reseated himself, his cock felt as if it would burst with the increased flow of passion laden blood through his tightening balls.
Gail nudged Sharon and they moved to stand directly in front of him, just out of reach. As if obeying some unseen director, their hands framed their silken triangles, spreading the come smeared lips for teasing fingers to dip into the juicy trough and stroke the swollen clitoral nubs. Then, while the left hands toyed with the swollen buds, the right fingers began working in and out of the slimy cuntal opening, one finger-then two-and finally three, until Jeb groaned with the urge to throw one of the lovely creatures to the floor and plunge his rock hard cock into her belly.
"I think he's ready, Sharon," Gail said in a soft voice. "You take the left side."
As Sharon curled up on his left, Gail dropped to her haunches between his knees, flipping her long hair back from her face and moistening her full lips with a slow sweep of her curving tongue. "One rule, lover," she explained. "No hands!" "What the hell!" Jeb growled.
"Put your hands behind you," Gail demanded. "We're gonna do this our way. Okay?"
Jeb grunted assent and locked his hands behind the chair, glaring down at Sharon's head as she leaned forward and kissed the base of his cock, tickling him with her tongue before dragging it slowly upward along his strutted prong.
Gail waited until the tongue reached the flaring corona, then she added her own oral caress, letting her tongue flick against Sharon's as they both writhed and twisted just beneath the shiny head.
"Like that?" Gail asked gently.
"Love it!" Sharon answered, licking the other girl's lips even as she was laving the soft underbelly of Jeb's cock with saliva coated tongue.
Gail glanced up at Jeb's strained features. "Draw your legs up, lover. Put your heels on the chair."
Jeb obeyed, grunting with the awkwardness of his position as he elevated his ass. Without hesitation, Gail drove her warm tongue beneath his balls, licking the cleft of his buttocks and nearing the brown circle of his asshole.
Undaunted, Sharon joined her and two eager tongues flicked and caressed, bathing his anal area in heat and wetness, making his hips writhe with increased desire and the delightful sensations of this novel treatment.
He groaned aloud as one of their tongues stiffened and probed his asshole, effecting an entrance and sliding inside the spasming orifice, wriggling and thrusting while the second tongue laved his balls with fiery caresses.
"Jesus! Girls!" he moaned. "You're gonna make me shoot!"
Their mouths retreated, grinning up at him, lips parted and wet.
"Let's drain him!" Gail hissed. Sharon nodded. Unbidden, Jeb lowered his feet to the floor in preparation, scooting down in the chair with his cock thrusting up in pulsating readiness.
Each girl curled the fingers of one hand about the lower portion of his joint. Then, Sharon leaned in from his left and Gail bent slightly to the right, their lips framing two moist ovals. For ball-aching seconds they poised with their warm breath tickling his glans. He wanted to scream when they fastened the velvet flesh about the head of his prick, their lips meeting to form a complete encirclement of the throbbing tip. Two tongues flicked and curved, licking his cock and swirling against each other in a frenzied dance that massaged his sensitive glans with its erotic motions.
They began sucking, pulhng and nibbling, the tongues never still. The hands pumped up and down, slowly and steadily, frigging his rod even as they mouthed it, using their free hands to toy with his heavy balls, fingers rolling the tender contents with just the right pressure to make his ass jerk in delight.
It was over too quickly. The come shuddered through his cock and jetted into both their mouths, caught by their swirling tongues and exchanged with the violent push-pull of oral agreement, the slippery liquid sliding over his glans as still another powerful jet burst from the slitted tip.
With each powerful expulsion, their hands raced upward and down again, adding to the ecstasy of his come. They gulped, each claiming a portion of his semen, whining as the thick cream slid down their throats in convulsive swallows.
They milked him, fingers tugging and cheeks hollowing in deep suction, exacting the sum of his passion and lapping his cock long after it was drained.
It was Gail who remained between his legs, sucking him to a new hardness with slow bobbings of her head, taking his cock deep in her throat. It was Sharon who stood up, cradling his head against her belly, then spreading her legs for his oral caress as he licked into the juicy mouth of her cunt, stirring her juices into pelvic writhing readiness.
It was Sharon who mounted him, turning her back and seating herself on his erection, sliding downward until his cock was hilted in her rapacious cunt.
It was Gail who quickly applied her mouth to Sharon's clitoris and Jeb's balls, encompassing them both as her tongue sought to enter the cunt along with his cock.
It was Jeb who guided the whimpering Sharon into a steady posting that carried her churning pussy up and down his prick until he splattered her womb with the residue of his passion, crying aloud as his cock strained to blast the semen into her contorting belly.
As he bared his teeth in the grimace of complete orgasm, he heard Lisa's wild cry from the bedroom, a hoarse staccato that seemed to be hammered from her by some powerful piston.
It was broad daylight when Jeb and Sharon parked the pickup and walked wearily into the Turner house. With a weak wave of her hand, Sharon disappeared into her own room. Jeb went on into the kitchen, finding Mancey pouring coffee, extending a cup to him without comment. Together they sat down, staring out the window at the morning sky, watching the slow building of clouds above the featureless horizon.
"Reckon as how it just might rain," Mancey ventured.
Jeb nodded, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "We could sure use it. Ground's dry as my balls!"
Mancey's big shoulders shook with amusement. "They really milked you down, did they? Ain't nothin' like young pussy to unravel a fellow's spine for him!"
Jeb swirled the coffee in his cup, suddenly self conscious. "Been thinkin', Mancey," he said quietly. "Me and Gail just might get hitched. I ain't gettin' no younger. And I'd like a young thing like her."
Mancey nodded, understandingly. "Can't blame you none. I'd be happy to have her in the family."
Jeb sighed, tilting his chair back from the table. "Ain't we a hell of a mess?" he chuckled. "Some folks would say we was plumb depraved!"
Mancey pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Reckon some folks would talk no matter what we did. Ain't gonna worry about it" He stood up, walking to the window and peering out. "It's gonna rain, sure as hell!"
"Ain't no use in headin' for the field if it's gonna rain," Jeb commented. "Might as well go on back to bed."
Mancey gave him a tight lipped smile. "Just what I was thinkin', little brother. Let's do it."
They left the kitchen, shoulder to shoulder, their big bodies loose and relaxed. Minutes later, two cries curled upward to the brooding ceding.
