Cindy Thatch finished eating in the kitchen of the farm house. The dining room was used only for "company." She took her empty plate and glass to the sink and washed them, according to the rules. Everybody chipped in now with the work.
Cindy's mother had died only three weeks before, and Daddy was off to Ohio, settling business matters with the estate. Uncle Rudd and she were alone now. He had agreed to watch after the child, so near to the end of her school year.
The girl wondered at that moment, as she rinsed the soapy dish and glass under the tap, who was saddest at the moment, she or Uncle Rudd? Perhaps Daddy was the saddest of all, but Mommy had been Uncle Rudd's only living family.
She dried the dishes, tidied up in the kitchen, and went to the living room, where she heard the television blaring away. Her uncle was watching a football game. She wasn't interested, but she didn't feel like being alone.
Uncle Rudd smiled at the twelve-year-old girl.
His little golden niece. He patted the chair beside him.
"Think we both have room here?" he asked.
"I can squeeze in," Cindy said happily. She climbed up, but found there wasn't enough room to sit. Her uncle lifted her denim-clad legs and yanked her onto his lap.
"That's better," he said, holding her close.
She snuggled her head against his chest, inhaling his tobacco-spicy aroma. Her nostrils were assaulted with the same manly odors that her father exuded, and which she remembered so well from similar lap-sitting and hugging experiences.
Uncle Rudd was a bachelor. One marriage had lasted briefly, ended bitterly, and he had decided not to try again. It was after his divorce, when his life was in a great state of upheaval, that he'd accepted a job on the farm and come to live there. He had occasional dates, and was generally admired by several eligible ladies in the community. But the forty-year-old man felt at peace with his life, and disinclined to change it.
He held his niece closely, feeling the softness of her back and arms through the cotton shirt she wore. Her blue jeans fit snugly, too, and he'd noticed more than once that Cindy was well filled out for a child her age, with her thick, blonde hair, and fair, sparkling skin. She took after her mother.
A little fox already.
The older man thought of his niece's sexiness in an amused way. The fact that Louise's daughter was carrying on the looks in the family was a charming idea to him. She bore much more resemblance to his sister than to her father. And in some way this flattered Rudd's ego. The idea that he might have been sexually attracted to the child had not invaded his conscious mind.
"What's the game?" Cindy asked, after a while.
He gave her a tight squeeze.
"The name of the game is BED, little lady!"
"Awww, Uncle Rudd, I thought while we were alone you wouldn't chase me off with the chickens-"
He laughed.
"You think I'm a pushover, do you? Well, I guess you're right, but I still don't want to see you going off to school tired."
"I won't be," Cindy replied, sinking more deeply against his chest. "I get too much sleep."
He laughed again.
"Anyway," the girl said, "I don't like to sleep alone. I miss Rebecca."
Rebecca was a girl Cindy's age, a distant cousin, who had been living with them for several months. Her parents were on a European trip, but it was decided after Louise's death, what with the household in an uproar, that she would join them in Sweden. She had left with Cindy's father.
"I know, sugar," Uncle Rudd said, hugging the girl, "things sure have gotten lonely around here lately."
She was sorry she'd complained. She knew her uncle was in a genuine state of mourning, and she wasn't helping his morale with her childish pettiness.
"Uncle Rudd, I don't mind going to bed now, honest. I know you'd like to clean up the house, and you have to get up early. It's all right." She got off his lap, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. She smiled at him and thought she noticed a dampness in his eyes.
"You're a sweet girl, sugar," the man said. He kissed her back, holding her very close. It was the first time that Cindy had ever felt the heat come into her body, right between her legs, where she peed. She didn't understand the feeling, and wondered if something was wrong.
She pulled away from Uncle Rudd and went upstairs to her room. She still felt flushed, and she slipped quickly out of her shirt and jeans and took a shower. The bathroom was in the hallway just outside her bedroom door. When she had dried and put on her bathrobe, she stepped out the door and saw her uncle coming to the top of the stairs.
"Uncle Rudd-" the girl asked.
"Yeah, sugar, what is it?"
"If I brought a book to your room, do you think you could read to me?"
"Why, honey, you read almost as good as I do!"
Cindy looked hurt. The man realized how small she was, standing in her robe and bare feet, her blonde hair damp. She looked like a lost orphan. His heart immediately softened.
'Tell you what," he said, "why don't you just come and shoot the bull for a while."
He sounded like he was talking to her father, and the girl smiled happily.
"Okay," she said, and padded down the hallway towards him.
She entered his room and sat on the side of his bed she knew he didn't use. She had awakened him enough mornings to be familiar with his sleeping habits. He always slept on the right side of the bed and she now took the left. Also, she had noticed, he didn't wear pajamas. He was always bare to the waist, and then covered with a sheet. Many mornings she had taken long looks at his big, hairy chest, and his heavy arms and shoulders. Her uncle looked slim in his clothes, but undressed he was muscular and solid.
Rudd excused himself, took a bathrobe to a walk-in closet, and came back wearing it. Cindy had seen him this way before, but now she noticed the heavy muscles of his calves. When he sprawled out beside her his robe separated slightly and she saw a heavy, hairy thigh. The hot feeling shot back into her crotch, taking her by surprise.
"Uncle Rudd," Cindy said when the man had settled himself by her side, "I feel all kind of funny. I don't understand it. It's happened to me twice tonight!"
He turned on his side and looked at her. Even with damp hair and an old robe, she was adorable. He could see the way her young, golden skin reflected the light of the room's lamp. He smelled the soap she had showered with, smelled her hair, her robe. She lay so close now he could even smell her body.
"What kind of feeling, sugar? You aren't getting sick on me, are you? I promised your daddy I'd take good care of you."
"Well, not sick, exactly-" she said, and then stopped. She realized that any further discussion would lead to the area of her privates, and although she was only twelve, Cindy felt a twinge of shame. She didn't understand her feelings, but she suspected they were grown-up ones, or close to it. She also felt a burning curiosity to see what her uncle looked like with his robe open, to see what he had between his legs. The burning between her own legs now was part of that curiosity.
Her uncle still stared at her, but she did not continue for a long time. When she did, she had made up her mind to say what she felt.
"Uncle Rudd-" she began, snuggling a little closer to him, "the funny feeling is right here!"
She brought her hand to her crotch and began to press the material of the robe into her little vee. The man was alarmed.
"What you mean, sugar?" he asked. "You haven't gone and hurt yourself in gym class or something, have you?"
"No-" Cindy said, feeling bolder by the second, "it's not exactly a hurt, Uncle Rudd, it more like a-like a-hot feeling!"
She pressed her pelvis forward and squeezed. Like all children who grow promiscuous, she indulged in a game, and she knew if worse came to worse, she could fall back on her age to get out of an embarrassing situation. All she could think about at the moment was having her uncle inspect the spot she said troubled her, to put his hands there, to look. She wanted him to look at her and she wanted to look at him also. Cindy had nobody to play "doctor" with.
Rudd was taken aback when she indicated what her problem was. He was looking quite embarrassed himself. Although she was only twelve, there was already a softness, a maturity. Her breasts showed little nubbins of flesh now, as much as some older women show, if they're a bit on the flat-chested side, but he knew in Cindy's case the girl would grow up to be well-endowed like her mother. These were only the first indications. He had often wondered about the shape of her thighs and ass. She invariably wore jeans. Once in a while he had noticed her legs in skirts. Small, childish, but the first signs of loveliness were there.
Rudd felt his groin grow warm. He was annoyed with himself, but there it was. He couldn't prevent his cock from stiffening. The big, thick pole had a mind of its own, and he was powerless to stop it. He crossed his legs so that the erection would not be noticeable.
"What are you talking about, sugar?" Rudd asked the girl.
"I don't know, Uncle Rudd," Cindy replied, still holding her hand to her groin, "just a funny feeling."
"And tonight's the first time you've had these feelings, Cindy?"
"Yes," the girl replied. "When I was sitting on your lap, hugging you. And just now when you got up on the bed with me."
The man almost groaned. His cock had hardened to a tightness that was painful, and he re-adjusted his thighs to accommodate the additional length.
"Well, sugar," Rudd said softly, "maybe you're getting to feel like a grown-up woman once in a while. You got to expect that sort of thing at your age.
Innocent though she was, Cindy had been raised on a farm, and she was well aware that maturity and mating went hand in hand. She had often watched animals coupling, and she understood human mating too, but she had never seen the practice with her own eyes. Many of the boys she went to school with said bad words to her when they were in high spirits. One boy, Alan Rowland, had even taken his thing out one day and waved it at her. They knew they were in a private place, and Cindy had laughed.
Now the girl was inflamed with a desire for her uncle to do the same. To take out the thing that made boys different from girls and wave it at her. She wanted him to show it to her. Perhaps, if she was lucky, he'd even let her touch it!
"Why," Rudd continued, "one of these days we'll have to start calling you BIG Cindy!" He hugged the child closer, being careful not to let her brush against his erection.
Cindy wrapped her arms around the man's waist, and he got a bit worried. She squeezed against him, causing him to move his ass farther back, afraid she would crush herself against his pelvis. Her big blue eyes stared into his.
"Oh, Uncle Rudd," she purred, "I do so want to be BIG Cindy! Grown-ups have so many things to do all the time. And kids just get stuck in the same old rut!"
The child's closeness made him uncomfortable. She had wrapped herself completely into his arms, and her face lay now against his bare chest. He wanted to draw away, to pull the loosening robe more tightly around his body. He could feel her warmth, even her heartbeat. His palms began to sweat with an urge to run themselves up and down her body. He wondered how her slender hips would feel. If the rounded little asscheeks were as soft to the touch as they looked.
"Uncle Rudd!" Cindy said, suddenly pushing him flat over on his back and propping herself on an elbow, "Your heart is beating real fast! I could feel it."
He simply looked at her, smiling thinly.
She put an ear to the left side of his chest and listened. His heart beat more loudly than ever. Then she touched his chest with her hand.
"I can feel it and I can hear it!" Cindy said.
She was almost on top of him now. He felt perspiration begin to dot his brow.
"Maybe you better toddle off to your room now, sugar," he said, no longer trusting himself.
Cindy was still highly excited by her present situation. The hot feeling between her legs was so intense now her own heart started to beat fast.
"My heart's racing, too, Uncle Rudd! Here-feel it!"
Before he could protest, she had grabbed his hand and shoved it inside her bathrobe. She held it there tight, and he decided he might as well take a good feel. The little hill was showing a definite tendency to rise, and he was able to cup more than just skin. He felt a bit of spongy protrusion, small, but a real breast was on its way. The nipple felt as large as any woman's, and he thought he could detect a certain stiffness start in the bud. His cock was so hard now it began to drip.
Cindy closed her eyes.
"Oh, Uncle Rudd," she sighed, "your hand is so warm! And down where I've been having that funny feeling-"
"Yes, sugar?"
"-it-it's getting so hot now I almost can't stand it! Oh, Uncle Rudd, I think there's something wrong with me!"
He thought she sounded close to tears.
"Come on now, sugar, don't get upset. I'm sure it's nothing serious!" A thought crossed his mind and he spoke before he could stop himself. "Do you want me to take a look?"
"Yes," the child said. "Would you, please?"
He opened her robe slowly, and positioned himself over her, looking down. His robe was beginning to open, but in his excitement he didn't notice. He hadn't seen her this way since she was a baby. And what a difference!
Below the boyish chest, nature was working overtime to prepare Cindy for womanhood. The flat belly flared out and widened into hips of lovely roundness. The thighs were attaining a definite shape of their own, and the little lips of the vagina pushed up, making her mound prominent. There was no pubic hair in the vee of her young crotch, but he saw several white-blonde curls beginning to grow on the lips themselves, and they framed the tight slit.
He reached over and cupped her entire vagina. The child almost screamed from the sensation.
"Is this where the trouble is, sugar?" he said, his heart racing so fast now he could scarcely talk.
"Yes! OH, YES!" she answered. "Your hand makes it turn into fire! OH, but Uncle Rudd, it feels so GOOOOOOD!"
She spread her thighs farther apart, giving him better access to the soft little pussy, and he began to massage the pubescent lips, letting his thumb tease the blonde curls. Her hips began to squirm now, and once she pressed his hand tightly with her thighs. "OHHH, Uncle Rudd," she almost gasped, "I think I'm going to ass up! Maybe I should take another shower!"
He positioned himself on his stomach, between her legs.
"Let me see if I can cool it off another way, sugar!" he said.
The child felt his warm breath, and then his rough chin and cheeks. They moved down between her young thighs. Suddenly, she realized that the mouth was going to push itself directly into the very center of her body. She almost jumped away!
His hands ran under her ass and cupped the cheeks firmly, setting them on fire. He half raised her up in the air, and then she felt his tongue. It licked her slit slowly up and down, wetting the curls and pulling them. The child groaned and her hands shot to his head, urging him on. Her hips began to rotate.
"OH, UNCLE RUDD! UNCLE RUDD! KEEP DOING THAT!"
He grabbed the little girl's ass more roughly, and his tongue began to lick itself between the lips in quick little flutters. Her cunt gripped the tongue tightly, and he knew she was in a state very close to orgasm. He continued to hold her asscheeks firmly, and crushed his mouth over the vagina, sucking it wetly at the same time he probed inward.
She pulled his hair now, and twisted her hips all the while he sucked. She had made herself feel good with her hands on many occasions, but she'd only produced tingles before now. And she'd never had a mouth! Help had come tonight with excruciating tongues of fire! She felt like pulling her uncle's head all the way up inside her body, so great was the sensation his mouth gave.
Rudd found the taste of the virgin pussy the most delicious thing he'd ever experienced. His tongue found the cherry, or so he thought. He pulled his mouth away from her and looked into her eyes.
"You're still a virgin down here, aren't you, sugar?"
The child was reluctant to admit what she knew. "A virgin?"
"Yeah, sugar. Like-well, you've seen old Soc go after a mare, haven't you."
"Sure."
"And you've seen male dogs get to the bitches. So you know about that stuff."
"Oh, yes! I know all about that, Uncle Rudd!"
"Then-" the man continued, "have you ever let a boy get to you that way? Put it in you?"
Cindy was shocked, although at the moment the thought of such a thing happening to her was thrilling. Tonight, for some reason, her whole life seemed to be centered between her legs.
"Oh, no! Never!"
Rudd looked down again, spreading her legs wider. Her bathrobe was up over her waist now, offering no obstacle whatsoever.
"I could bust that with my tongue, I'll bet. But I'd sure like to try something different."
She didn't know whether he was talking to her or to himself.
"What do you mean, Uncle Rudd?" she asked. "Bust what?"
He got up on his knees before her and in a second he had stripped off his robe. She looked and saw a cock for the first time, in its fully-erect state! She gasped!
Rudd waved the pole in front of him like a billy club. He skinned back the heavy overhang, and a head shot out as big as a fist. Cindy had never seen anything so large on a human being. Even the plow horses looked puny compared to her uncle.
The child cringed then, and the man's face became a serious mask of intense lust.
"Cindy, sugar-"
"Yes?" the frightened, excited child asked. "Forgive me, baby, but I'm gonna fuck you!"
CHAPTER TWO
Little girls at school had told Cindy that some day a boy or a man would try to put his thing right up in her hole. She had seen the animals do it, and she knew that the invading privates got hard, but she had never dreamed they grew so large.
The cock that waved at her from her uncle's bushy groin was impossibly big to the girl's eyes. She wanted to scream and run, but at the same time, the man represented a figure of authority to her. He was a man she had been raised to love and respect. And trust.
He moved up over her now, straddling her head. Her wide blue eyes looked up and saw the big balls dangling low, almost touching her chin. They were fat and hairy, and she was fascinated by them. She reached up and touched the sac, making the man groan.
"Kiss them, sugar," he said.
They came closer, and she smelled the manly aroma of his crotch. The smells made her head spin. Her body felt like it was burning up now. Her fear seemed to excite her to new heights.
The balls touched her lips now, and she kissed them softly. She heard her uncle sigh loudly.
"Just-just lick them a little with your tongue, sugar," he panted.
She stuck her tongue out and began to lick the fat, hairy orbs. The sweaty taste excited her and she found herself licking them happily. To her, they were as good as an ice cream cone.
In all his forty years, Rudd had never experienced the flush of heat that shot through his cock. The twelve year old was using her mouth on him like no woman had ever done! He thought he'd explode on the spot. He yanked his balls away from her face and rested, panting heavily while he waited for some of the heat to recede.
The big nuts were dripping now, and the child stared up at them, still amazed by their perfection. She wondered if all men had such lovely things, so evenly matched in size, covered with so much black hair?
After a moment, the man shoved the fist-like head of his cock against the child's lips.
"Open up and make the end of this nice arid wet, sugar. Just like you did to my balls!"
BALLS! That was the word she'd heard kids at school use. She had never quite understood it. She had seen them on animals, but she didn't know that men had them too. Not this size, anyway!
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, but the head would not go all the way in. As he stared down, her little tongue flicked out and began to bathe the fat knob. It licked around and around. A trickle of clear fluid ran from the slit at the end, but the child seemed unaware of it as she lapped. The pre-seminal liquid joined her saliva and mixed with it.
Rudd felt his thighs begin to tremble, and he realized he was in danger of losing his load prematurely.
"Better stop, sugar. I have to go inside you now."
His words sent a fresh set of anxieties shivering through her. Almost instinctively, she knew that this man whom she trusted and loved was going to hurt her. And she knew that he wouldn't be able to help himself. There was a driving energy in the cock she sucked. It would tear away anything in its path, as though it were detached from the man who owned it.
"Please, Uncle Rudd," Cindy said, pulling her mouth away from him. "Please don't hurt me!"
He lifted her legs, positioning himself between them, and brought his mouth wetly over her pussy again, licking and making it slimy. The girl was really frightened now. Her legs and hips were held tightly in his grasp. Escape was impossible! But his mouth set her on fire again!
He held her crotch up, forcing her weight on her chest and shoulders. Her ribs showed clearly in her stretched position, her little tits as flat as a board. When the blonde curls on her young snatch were soaked with his spit, he lowered her crotch enough to allow the end of his cock to press the virgin lips.
"Sugar," he whispered, looking down at her, "this is going to cause some pain."
The child's eyes became wide. His words re-affirmed her fears. She began to cry.
"Now, now, sugar," Rudd said, pressing slowly forward and pushing the lips roughly apart, "don't take on like that. You have to let this happen sooner or later."
"Stop, STOP! PLEASE, STOP!" the little girl wailed through her tears. "I know I can't do it, Uncle Rudd! I know it's too big!"
"You'll see, you'll see," the man said, pushing even harder against her. The lips collapsed under the pressure, and the head began to stretch her hole.
Cindy screamed then. She reached her hands out and began to slap and scratch, trying desperately to dislodge herself from the cock.
Rudd pinned her arms down with no difficulty. The child was less than a third his size.
His hand reached down and began to massage the bald pussy, guiding his prick at the same time. He flicked his hips, his asscheeks tensed, and he shoved another two inches into Cindy's virgin hole.
Suddenly, he realized that he had been pushing against the barrier for quite some time. The hymen was stretched to its utmost, and Cindy's eyes met his in one last plea to spare her. As alive with sensation as she was, the pain and the fear had been more than she could conquer.
The child's eyes were large and she begged with them. .Her little face was contorted with pain, but the eyes never flinched in their pleading, puppy-like stare. Her little body was wracked now with the awful ordeal it was being put through. The small, shapely legs were flat against his chest now, the ankles over his shoulders. He suddenly realized that he had complete power, and that his senses were alive in a way that executioners must have felt before thy swung down the axe that would sever a head from a body as efficiently as a butcher's knife.
"Please! Please!" the little mouth begged. He remembered the smooth tongue, the hungry, wild sucking on his balls. She was partly to blame for this!
"Please, Uncle Judd. You know I love you! I'm just a little girl! You might kill me! Oh, please! PLEASE!"
He gripped her ass and got ready.
"AHHH!" she screamed. "Mommy! Daddy! DADDY! HELP ME!"
Judd gave a brutal lunge, and the barrier shattered, torn down by the big head and falling like crumpled raw meat.
Cindy screamed so loudly the man put his hand over her mouth.
The mouth went slack, and he looked quickly to see if she had fainted. No, her eyes still stared at him, a complex of pain and terror.
He looked down and saw that he was buried about three inches in, less than a third of the way. He began to push back and forth in short strokes, going about one inch in each direction. Her distended pussy began to get used to the feel, and after a while he took his hand away from her mouth.
He gripped her under the buttocks suddenly and plowed in hard again, letting his cock tear its way past the halfway mark.
Cindy screamed again, and began to panic all over. She fought him so violently that he had to slap her. After that, she lay there sobbing wildly, throwing her head from side to side.
Rudd's lust gave little thought to pity for the child. He knew that gentleness, forgiveness, repentance, were things he'd have to deal with later. Now, his cock demanded to take this virgin pussy and make it his own.
He held her hips firmly and pushed again. The hole seemed too tight to accommodate more, and he shoved so hard he felt pain himself. He felt himself tearing her. Two more inches went inside and he was almost to the hilt. The little hole under him looked like it was growing his long, thick shaft, so tightly was the skin stretched. He pulled back for another thrust and saw streaks of blood.
The little girl was moaning now, close to delirium.
Rudd gave one more thrust, and his balls slapped her ass. He felt her flesh encircle the very base of his meat now, and he knew he had tom down the last barrier.
The child's mouth was set in a hard, cold line, and he knew she was nearly mad with the pain. Her eyes no longer looked at him, but strayed about the room like the roving eyes of a captive animal.
Judd began to work in and out of the battered little pussy. He moved slowly at first, but as he found the tight channel more comfortable to plow he increased his strokes both in length and quickness. He almost wished he could lubricate her walls with his sperm, but he promised himself not to come inside the honey pit. On top of everything else, the thought that he might make his niece pregnant horrified him.
He knew that when his climax came, he would probably lose all sense of reason and fuck the child like a madman. But right now he made an effort to go easy. His strokes became long, labored journeys out of the grotesquely stretched hole, and then back in. After three or four of these, he felt a strange thing.
On the inward stroke, the cunt muscles clamped his dick hard.
He thought it might be his imagination, so he tried again.
Once more, the muscles gripped him. There was no mistaking the feeling.
He glanced down and saw his niece looking straight at him again. Her wide, blue eyes were a little glazed over, and her mouth had fallen open. The tongue licked at one comer, where his hand had smacked her. While he continued to fuck slowly in and out, he stared back at her.
"Is-is there any more?" she whispered.
"No, sugar," he whispered back. "You got it all."
"I-I thought maybe there was more," she said, and her cunt gripped him so hard he winced.
The man found it hard to believe that the frenzy of pain the little girl felt had turned into desire, but this was what was happening, apparently.
"Does it still hurt you, sugar?" the man asked.
"It burns," the child answered, and he noticed that the edge of fear had left her voice.
"Sometimes that burning can feel good, Cindy," he said.
Her just-deflowered hole gave another squeeze, and it felt like a gloved hand gripping him. He almost lost his load, but managed to hold back until the urge minimized.
"I knowwwwww-" Cindy sighed, and closed her eyes. After that, the encounter took on a bizarre personality. He didn't know exactly when he lost control as aggressor, but for the finale Cindy was performing a rape all her own.
Her pelvis began to grind against him, and he watched for a moment while she brought his prick in and out of the hole. The shaft was getting very bloodied, and he marveled at the way she seemed to take this into her stride.
"Stuck pig doesn't bleed like I'm bleeding, Uncle Rudd."
He flicked his cock inside her and felt her clamp it painfully hard.
Her little tits began to heave as she breathed heavily. Her small, golden body was glistening with a film of sweat and the hair that had been damp was now soaking. Her thin arms reached out and she placed her small fingers on his hairy asscheeks.
"What did you say you're doing to me, Uncle Rudd?"
"Fucking you, sugar."
Cindy had heard the word a few times, and vaguely remembered that it meant what Uncle Rudd said it meant.
The man was shocked to hear the child using such language. His niece was one of the gentlest, most well-mannered children he had ever known. A perfect blessing to her mother.
The little girl grabbed his ass harder, digging in with the tips of her fingers, which were clipped close.
"Uncle Rudd," she whispered up, "I want you to fuck me! I like the way it feels! Even when it hurts, it feels good!"
He couldn't believe his ears. His cock swelled to its utmost stiffness again, but she continued to aid it along with her contracting cuntal muscles.
The child's pussy was as hot as any hole he'd ever plugged, and Judd had been around. She had complained about the heat that bothered her, and he was feeling every degree of it.
He had her knees pinned down on either side of her head now, and his hips and legs began doing push-ups. He fucked in and out of her the way he would take a whore. But still his performance did not seem to impress the child.
"Fuck me, Uncle Rudd," Cindy moaned over and over. "I wish it was bigger, so I could feel more and more inside me!"
Even though his ego had been slapped, the man knew he was hung like a horse. If he couldn't satisfy a twelve-year-old virgin, where could he go? He rammed her harder, getting slightly angry.
"You asked for it, sugar!" he growled down, and he began to use her pussy like he'd won it in a contest.
Cindy continued to pull him into her, burying her fingers into the hairy cleft of his ass. She found his puckered ring, and had an urge to penetrate it with a finger, show him how it felt. She did so, and he lot out a howl, then fucked even harder.
Her inside felt destroyed, but at the same time the child experienced a rush of longing that would haunt her for the rest of her days. Wave after wave of small orgasms were crashing over her and beating her into the center of the earth. She knew that she would never again be able to dismiss this desire. Life and death were foreign to her fears now, and she cared only about the exciting, overwhelming passion of the moment. Cindy had matured into a woman, and the Devil himself couldn't have stopped her.
Her cunt began to feel like a vibrator. The man had tears in his eyes when he shot, and he sobbed under his breath, then shouted. "AH, UNH, UNH, I'M CUMMMIIINNNG!"
Cindy felt the hot jets pour onto the walls of her abused pussy. This must be the "wet" stuff she had heard about-the stuff that made babies. The little girl made a mental note immediately to squirt hot soapy water into herself when she got to the bathroom. She knew what enemas were, and she knew where to find the bag. Using the nozzle in her cunt instead of her ass would produce the same results, she realized.
It took Judd a long time to come, but when he finished, he buried his head into his niece's shoulder and sobbed.
"Oh, god, sugar, forgive me! Oh, fucking shit, what have I done? Oh, god, baby, please forgive your uncle! He loves you so much!" The man's sobs were getting loud, and the girl removed herself from under him.
She felt like she was leaking, so she quickly ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat. After that, she ran a towel under the tap of the hot water, went back to the bedroom, and thoroughly washed the man's genitals.
She returned to the bathroom, showered for a long time, and used the enema bag in her torn pussy. It seemed to take forever before she'd cleaned herself to her satisfaction.
When she was through, she dried, crept back into the bedroom, and snuggled closely to her uncle.
"Sinner!" he mumbled. "I'm just a sinner."
Cindy threw her arms around his waist and snuggled up close to his back, his buttocks.
He felt better than her favorite Teddy bear. And almost as hairy.
Cindy fell asleep, hugging Judd tightly.
In two months her uncle married a local girl and moved to live on the estate in Ohio that had been left to him from his sister's death. He fell into the habit of writing only occasionally, and Cindy had never been intimate with the man after the one and only encounter.
But Judd placed a fire in her furnace.
And Cindy needed ways to stroke it.
Her father hired a man to replace Judd, finally. His name was Earl, and he bore a striking resemblance to the errant uncle. Tall, dark-haired, slender, muscular. A pretty smile, and about forty years old.
Cindy began to follow the man everywhere around the farm. '
CHAPTER THREE
Earl Johnson was a bit annoyed with the child at first, but later they got to be fairly good friends. He had to admit that Cindy was a bright, happy-acting girl, and cute as a button.
He had never looked at her body with any particular sexual feeling. As a healthy, normal man, he was naturally interested in the maturing bodies of children, but society had conditioned him to regard anything under eighteen as sinful. Earl's sexual life for all of his bachelorhood had been with prostitutes, or occasionally the town nymphomaniac, whichever one it happened to be that year.
But the incident involving his shower room changed the man's and the little girl's relationship fast. It seems that after that night, he noticed plenty of details when he looked at Cindy's jean-clad rump. The breasts were starting to take on a definite shape, and the child always wore cotton shirts that clung to them.
Earl had been on the farm for six months, and Cindy had turned thirteen. He remembered her birthday party, and the children she went to school with, thinking how sad it was that her Momma hadn't been there to see it.
But until the incident with the shower, Earl had never regarded her as an object for sex. It may have crossed his mind once or twice, when she crawled onto his lap, that her little ass felt warm, and on once occasion he had felt uncomfortable in the crotch and made her get back down. But that's as far as it ever went.
Until that Saturday night, when he was getting ready to take a shower!
Earl was the only person who lived on the farm outside of Cindy and her father. The regular hands were local people who came to work early and went home at sunset. A cook and housekeeper also went home after supper each day to her local residence.
The small shack-a bunkhouse, really-where Earl lived was originally built to accommodate live-in hands. There had been four beds originally, but Earl had turned the main room into one large living quarters, complete with living-room furniture, a table and chairs, and a large double bed partitioned off for privacy.
In back, there was a small room with a sink, toilet, and shower stall. Next to the stall was a window which Earl always left partly open in the summer to let the steam out.
He had just gotten into a cotton bathrobe and was locking his back door when he saw the girl in the woods in back of his house. A ray of light from the shower room window reflected against the tree that he saw her hide behind.
He doused the living room light and took a better look, knowing he couldn't be seen. She stood behind the tree for a moment, until she'd had a chance to glance around, and then she crouched beside it, completely in his view.
Her eyes had the open window for their target, and they didn't waver once.
Shit! the man thought, realizing the truth immediately. She's waitin' for me to take a shower. I'll just be fucked, she waitin' to see me naked! Probably spies on me back there every chance she gets!
Cindy's father was in town that night, paying a visit to a young widow he'd befriended since his wife's death. Earl knew that these were probably the nights he'd find the little girl crouching behind his house.
A twinkle of amusement flashed in the muscular man's eyes. He went slowly into the lighted shower room and just as slowly he removed his robe and hung it on a hook, making sure he turned away from her until he was ready for the next phase of his game.
Let her take a good look at my ass, he thought.
By the time he turned around his cock was half erect. It was exactly the way he wanted it to be. He'd decided to let her, if he could time it right, see him soap it to a full hard-on. As long as she was so interested in peeking, he couldn't disappoint her.
He turned the shower to the right temperature and stepped under, letting the water completely soak his hairy body before he lathered up.
When he soaped his crotch, he moved close to the window, making sure the light from the room illuminated his privates perfectly. He lathered the big balls carefully, holding them up while he did. Then he pulled his thick shaft through soapy hands until it stood straight out. He rinsed it, held in out so the little pecker could see it in its full bald glory, and then he soaped it again. This time he began to jack it off.
Get a good look, sweetie pie!
Cindy couldn't believe the show she was getting. She'd spied on Earl this way quite a few times, every chance she got, since he'd started leaving his window open in the shower room. She had discovered by accident that he did this one night while she was looking for a stray kitten.
But on no other occasion had she seen the man do more than quickly soap himself, rinse, and dry off. He had never played with his cock before, and she had never seen it hard.
Cindy almost gasped when it reached its full length! She tried to compare the size in her mind with Uncle Rudd's big thing. It looked about the same, and the girl felt her loins grow hot. The melting feeling came back, the feeling she had never had since her uncle raped her. Try as she would, the girl couldn't seem to bring that heavenly warmth back until now. Once or twice it had almost come to her, while she slept, in a dream.
Cindy quickly unbuttoned the top of her jeans, stood long enough to yank the denim material over her hips, and then fell to her knees and sat against her heels. Enough of the material covered her knees to keep them off the wet leaves below, and the girl shoved her hand into her crotch.
Earl was yanking his cock back and forth fast now. Cindy had heard her girlfriends tell about seeing their brothers "jack off." She knew it was a practice similar to what she was doing to herself, only boys had a different way of doing it.
While she watched the big man play with his cock, the act took on new meaning for her. She was sure the boys at school had nothing this size to pull, and she yearned to touch it, to yank it the same way Earl was doing.
The little girl was on fire now. She had noticed lately that when she put her fingers up inside herself, they came away sticky. Sometimes the stickiness was accompanied by several delicious contractions of her muscles. Her orgasms were still immature, but they were steadily building over the months.
Cindy started with two fingers. In a moment she had loosened herself up and took three. Before she was finished, she had four fingers buried as deeply into her pussy as they could go.
Since she'd become a teenager officially, her body seemed to be developing. She had noticed more and more hairs growing on the lips of her little hole, and a few were beginning to announce themselves in the little vee of her crotch. The hairs were blonde, almost as golden as the ones on her head.
She had a sudden desire to get closer, to see the exciting act right under her eyes. She reasoned that, standing the way he was, he could never notice her outside his window, even if she were only a few feet away. She began to creep forward, holding her jeans with one hand and continuing to masturbate herself.
There was an opening at the top of the window that was at the man's eye level. He had watched her, unnoticed, the entire time he was in the shower stall, and he'd almost popped his nuts when he saw her drag her pants down. His eyes became glued to the inch or two that he was allowed to peer through. When he saw her come closer, he'd almost shut the window and ended the game.
But something compelled him to stay where he was, pulling his meat, letting her get her eyes full and her curiosity satiated.
She stopped just a few feet away, and he thought with amusement that he could almost have seen her without using the little top opening. She hadn't even bothered to get into the shadows. Her body was fully lighted from the window.
The little girl knelt again and continued to finger herself. The man noticed that she had half her hand inside, and he wondered how such a young cunt could take all that.
The man had always assumed Cindy was a virgin. Of course, little girls sometimes lost their cherries to things other than cock. A child as active as Cindy might easily have had an accident. But no hymen would allow half a hand!
Earl felt his nuts tighten, then he relaxed his hold on his big cock. He didn't want to shoot just yet. Farm life was quiet. This little diversion was heaven-sent. He could play out his game with the child and call all the shots, if he chose. Cindy would never dare tell her old man under what circumstances she had seen the hired man.
He boldly gave his prick a couple of flips, facing the open window at the same time. He was so close to the sill that the big pole was half outside. At the same time, he watched the child through the hidden opening, and saw her advance even closer.
She was working her hand energetically into her young pussy now, and he noticed that her mouth had fallen slightly open.
The man had an idea then that was so strange he almost dismissed it as nonsense. But an uncontrollable force led his hips to the sill, and then his thighs pressed tightly against the lower ledge of the window. He pushed his pelvis forward, and pressed his body into the night air.
The girl saw the gesture, and she froze for several seconds. Perhaps the man was just leaning against the window for some reason. No, there was such a deliberate way in which he placed his crotch out for her view. She knew that he was aware of someone watching. But she couldn't see how he would know it was her.
He didn't move from his position, and after a while he reached down and gave his big pole a distinct jerk. Then he took his hand away, and the hard cock bobbed up and down, waiting for another hand to touch it.
The girl moved closer still. She was only a foot away from him now. The window came down to just above his belly, and when she knelt in front of the big shaft she knew he couldn't see out.
She could always run, she decided, if he was angry about what she did. And he would never be able to prove it was her.
She reached up, and her hand hesitated just a second before she gripped the shaft in her fist. It was the hand she had been using on her young cunt, and the fingers were lubricated already with the passion juices. She ran her fingers up and down over the gorged flesh, feeling it twitch.
Open up and make the end of it nice and wet, sugar! That was what Uncle Rudd had said to her. She brought her mouth closer to the head of Earl's cock, noticing how like her uncle's it was in size and shape. A few drops of fluid ran out of the tip. She wondered how they would taste. Then her head came close enough for him to feel her breath, and she put the cock into her mouth.
Earl groaned.
The child's mouth completely engulfed him. The big head was all the way in, and her tongue began to run around the heavy ridge.
Her mouth was warm and wet. He couldn't believe that she'd actually had experience at this, but no amateur mouth was sucking him now. The girl was pulling more and more of his thick meat into her mouth, going past the head now and taking several inches of the pole. The veins of his cock almost exploded with the feeling she gave.
Earl's nuts tightened and loosened. He was so near his climax now he was losing control. His big, hairy thighs began to tremble, so great was the coming orgasm.
Cindy sucked even more of him down, and she started to play with herself again. His cock had her mouth stretched painfully, but she remembered that her uncle's big pole had done the same thing. She worked the head all the way to the back of her throat and tried to swallow it. Surprisingly, it went down, and she was able to work it into her throat until she was two-thirds of the way to total success. His cock began to throb uncontrollably.
She used her free hand to massage his big nuts and the base of the cock at the same time. The nuts tightened in her hand until they felt like giant prunes.
Then he exploded!
His load began to jet out in huge, hot splashes. Her mouth was filled immediately, and she decided to swallow it. Then she had another mouthful, and she swallowed that also. Her hand was still on his balls. The bag tightened so much it almost disappeared.
The girl scarcely had time to taste the man's cream she was forced to swallow so fast, but the taste she managed to experience were not unpleasant to her. There was an exciting maleness to the sperm that drove her hand even farther into her hole.
Her young pussy was completely on fire now, and she experienced the same hot melting feeling that she'd had with her uncle. The fingers dug in deeply, and the muscles closed in over them. Now, with her channel wet and open, her fingers went wild!
As she continued to suck every last drop of cum out of the man's cock, she fucked her hand in and out as fast as she could, pressing her thighs tightly shut at the same time. She was getting close to something-she wasn't sure what.
Her fingers began to plunge in and out like a piston. She continued to hold the cock in her mouth, feeling it soften but still oozing cream. And then the little thrills began to flutter through her. After a few moments, the warmth was going away.
Cindy could have screamed. While she sucked, she worked her hand even harder in her pussy. But it was no use. The moment had passed, and still the promised eruption had not come.
Finally, with tears in her eyes, she pulled away from the man's cock and bolted off into the night, yanking up her jeans as she ran.
By the time Earl poked his head out the window she was gone. He laughed, dried himself, and went to bed.
"What you doing?" Earl asked the next morning. The child was off in the direction of the South Pasture. She had been avoiding him.
"Getting wildflowers for school," Cindy said, showing him a large wicker basket.
She was flushed when she spoke to him, almost looking out of breath. Her eyes avoided his most of the time. He noticed her figure now like he'd never noticed it before.
Yes, there was a roundness to the hips, almost the curviness of a grown woman. The little ass didn't seem skinny to him any longer. He wondered how the softest of the flesh would feel in his hands.
The child's skin was golden and radiant in the sunlight. She had pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail, and as she talked to him he was drawn to the sight of her little breasts, swelling under the cotton shirt. He felt his cock twitch.
"Well, then," he said, "how would you like some company? I don't have anything to do for about an hour, when the new milking machine gets here."
Cindy could have fainted with embarrassment! Most days the man didn't want her around, and now she couldn't get rid of him. After last night, his presence was unbearable. She didn't feel comfortable looking into his eyes, and her voice trembled a little when she talked. She wanted to run!
"Well-it won't take me very long if I go by myself. I know just what kind of flowers I want."
Earl walked alongside her, paying no attention to her protest.
"I'll just make sure you don't get bit by a snake or something."
She could have laughed. She'd been running around this farm by herself since she was old enough to toddle. Then the disquieting thought occurred to her that he knew she was the one at the window! She wanted to melt into the ground and get lost there.
They walked for some time towards the South Pasture. It was over a mile to the place where Cindy went to pick the flowers, and the man watched her patiently. As she pranced around the grass, running and bending down and stooping over, her clothes revealed every line of her young shape. The jeans stretched tightly across her buttocks, and her shirt fell away from her chest when she leaned over, exposing her little braless tits.
Earl's cock began to grow hard. It annoyed him at first, but then it gave him ideas.
"You know," he said, picking up the now-full basket for her, "an awfully funny thing happened to me last night."
Her heart almost stopped beating, and she looked away.
"F-funny?" she asked.
"Yeah," the man said, reaching down and giving his prick a squeeze through the Levi's he wore. "I think maybe I made me a friend."
Cindy walked away, not looking at him. "Oh?"
"Yeah," Earl said, following behind her and catching up. He put a hand on her shoulder and stopped her.
"Yeah, that's right, Cindy," he said, turning her around and forcing her eyes into his. "I think one of the little lambs has gotten loose. Leastways, that's what it felt like."
"F-felt like?"
"Yeah. It came right up to the window while I was taking a shower and kissed my pee-pee."
The man smiled broadly, and the child turned pale.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Let's go back under those trees there," the man said. There was little humor in his eyes now. His face had become suddenly serious.
Cindy didn't ask him why he wanted to go under the trees. She wouldn't even have wanted to hear the answer. At thirteen, she had a better knowledge of male passion than most girls.
Earl was a big man. As big as Uncle Rudd or Daddy. He was looking a little mean now, and the child decided to try to pacify him. Besides, she couldn't deny that a little tingle had started in her groin.
Without a word, she walked in the direction of a little clearing in the woods alongside the pasture. She knew the spot, and so did he. He carried her basket of flowers for her until they reached a place where the grass was thick and the ground was perfect for sitting or lying.
Earl's cock had grown hard with anticipation. He stopped her and forced her hand into the bulge of his Levi's.
"How about it, little lamb?" he said. "Want to say hello to that again?"
She looked at him but he wasn't smiling. She could see heat in his eyes. The same heat Uncle Rudd had when he plunged his cock brutally into her virgin hole, tearing away everything in its path. Why did men excite her and make her tremble at the same time? A little shiver went through her body as she wondered.
The man seemed a bit impatient.
"Go on, now! Get down there on it!"
Cindy dropped to her knees while the man fumbled with the fly of his pants. With some difficulty he pulled out the thick pole, the same meat she had studied so carefully in the light from the window. With the bright sun shining down, she could see it even more clearly. All the details she remembered so well were there, but now she noticed other things. Like the pinkness of the head when the foreskin was peeled back. And a slight blue color under the swollen veins. The slit stared at her like a wet little eye.
"Suck on it!" the man barked.
The small girl grasped the tool at the base and brought her mouth forward. She placed as much of the head inside as she could, wet it, and then swallowed more. Earl's thighs tensed, and the cock sprang immediately to full size.
"Hold it!" he snapped, pulling out of her mouth. "I'm about to bust my nuts! Get your britches off!"
He unbuckled his Levi's and slipped them down, sitting on the ground at the same time and fumbling with his shoes.
"Hurry up!" he ordered her.
Cindy unfastened the top of her pants and pulled them over her young hips. The man was stripped from the waist down now, and he watched her impatiently. As soon as the Y of her crotch came into view, his heart began pounding. The small lips were puffed with excitement, almost opening. Along the little hills of flesh, a few blonde curls were scattered. Her tummy was flat, the belly button making a deep indentation in the white skin. Her thighs already showed signs of an inviting fullness, and the skin was as smooth as a baby's.
"Come here," he said.
She walked over to the kneeling man now, noticing how big his cock looked sticking straight out of his bush. He reached out and grasped her thighs, running his rough hands lightly over them. Then he clutched the cheeks of her ass and pressed. His eyes became glassy with passion.
"Turn around!" he hissed at her.
Cindy turned and put her ass on display for him. He took one cheek in each hand and massaged them, then pried them apart and brought his face into the crack. His tongue shot out and he began to lick the crack from top to bottom, stopping just long enough to probe into her little rear hole and lick it out. The child squirmed and felt a bonfire go up in her pussy.
Then he swung her roughly around and buried his face in her crotch, almost throwing her off balance. Her knees buckled and he pulled her to the ground.
She felt her legs being pried apart and his head shot down between them. At the same time that his mouth found her pussy, his hands reached under her shirt and began to pull on the little promises of tits. She wrapped her thighs tightly around his head and pushed her pelvis into it.
Suddenly he swung around and threw his legs over her face, placing a knee on each side. His genitals dangled above, and she remembered being under her uncle. She thought about Rudd's balls, and how similar these looked. Fat, hairy, big . . . she reached up and touched.
Kiss them, sugar! Uncle Judd had said.
She flicked out her tongue and began to lick the hairy sac.
The man groaned and buried his face down into her crotch once more, yanking the thighs apart and eating her young pussy like a starved person.
Timmy Hobbs climbed the fence that led him to the Thatch South Pasture. He knew he was trespassing, but the thirteen-year-old boy was a friend of Cindy's, and Mr. Thatch would never forbid him entrance to any of the farm's grounds.
The boy felt stupid looking for wildflowers, but all the kids at school needed them for a project. He'd seen good ones in this area. Most of the pastures on the adjoining farm, where he lived, had been grazed to the ground.
He poked around for a while, yanking a flower here and there, making a sizeable bunch. He was just turning to go back the way he came when he saw something white flash in the woods.
Walking closer, he could see a shirt, then two shirts. The new assistant, Earl, had on a blue one. The white one belonged to-
Timmy stopped dead in his tracks.
CINDY!
He felt his cock stiffen in his pants, and he quickly dropped the flowers and crept silently to a tree, where he could peek around without being noticed. He watched for several minutes, afraid the loud beating of his heart would give him away.
Then he took out his cock and began to jerk it.
Cindy had licked and sucked on the man's balls until they were dripping with spit. Her eyes glanced up and noticed his asshole. It was the first one she had ever seen. She inspected it with fascination, thinking how funny it looked framed by the black curls of the crack. The buttocks above her face were hairy all over. She had an urge to do to him what he had done to her, and she ran her tongue back off the balls and into the puckered ring. She licked back and forth a couple of times, and the man pressed his asscheeks tightly together.
"WHEW!" he sighed, coming out of her cunt.
He crawled between her legs then and she knew what would happen. She also knew that she wanted it to happen again. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything! Here, by chance or accident, was an opportunity to feel what Uncle Rudd had given her. To have a man's big cock inside her again!
Now that she knew it was going to happen, her first fears receded. The thought of the pain still worried her, but the other feeling she'd had when Rudd plowed her was worth every second of agony. The girl yanked her thighs back until they pressed into her chest. Her young mound pointed straight up at the older man, glistening from the mouthing it had gotten. The lips separated enough to show the pink flesh inside. Her little asshole was stretched tight.
The man looked at the girl and knew she was waiting for him to drive in. He shook his big cock in her face.
"That what you want, sweetie pie? You want this dick up your hole?"
"Yes!" the little girl cried. "Yes! PUT IT IN ME!"
The man's eyes grew suspicious. "Who else has been there."
"Nobody!"
"Bullshit! I'll find out in a minute if you're virgin or not. Now tell me who else has been plowing you! Your daddy?"
"NO!" the child almost screamed. "Put it in me now!" HURRY!"
He pushed the head against her almost hairless lips and watched them open to accommodate him.
"SHIT!" he bellowed happily. "You got a pussy that reaches right out and grabs! How'd you learn that trick at your age?"
The girl paid no attention to him. She hunched her pelvis forward and tried to capture more of the pole.
He stabbed in then, and heard her utter a startled gasp. The pussy was so tight around him that he doubted if he could make the whole trip. He stopped with only a couple of inches buried inside and thought about pulling out, letting her finish him with her mouth again. "PUSH HARDER! Ahhh, God, Yesssss!! " the little girl moaned, and she began to buck her crotch up at him, making another inch squeeze tightly in. Her muscles began to clutch and clamp now. Slowly, she was pulling him into her. He didn't know how she was able to do it.
"AGH! AGH! AGH!" the child began to grunt over and over, while she continued to force herself onto his monster prick.
"Wait!" he growled. Keeping himself lodged inside, he lifted her straight up into his arms. Then he sank down on his back and brought her with him, until she was straddling him on top.
"All right, sweetie pie," he growled. "Your pussy's hot enough to know what to do!"
With one mighty shove she lowered herself onto his shaft and pushed it in until her ass was sitting directly on top of his fat balls. The man almost almost screamed with relief. He was buried to the hilt in a channel so tight it hurt him more than it did her, but he loved it.
Her young face was flushed and perspiring now, as she grunted and worked her hips, trying to feel more of his cock inside.
"Sweetie pie," he grunted, "if I busted a cherry, I'll eat shit!"
"FUCKING SHIT OH. OH, OH, YEEAAHHHHH!! " the man howled.
He grabbed her hips and began to direct her bobbing motion. The child's hole was soaking, and yet it was like a tight silk glove, gripping his cock so firmly it felt like it was being pinched off. His face was all the way back now, staring at the sky. The small body that bounced up and down was so light he could have picked it up with one hand and thrown it over a tree. And yet the pussy-the pussy-Cindy was hotter than she'd ever been. She grunted and gasped as she worked on the cock, wondering herself how she'd been able to take it all in. The man under her seemed to be at her disposal now, to do with as she wished. His eyes closed from time to time and he moaned softly.
Her nostrils were full of the scent of his body. She could still smell his balls and crotch. Last night, under the shower, he'd washed away every trace of maleness. Today was different. She remembered the aromas, and felt something erupt inside her. She began to sob, partly from rapture and partly from fright. Her pussy went wild then.
The man felt her orgasm and couldn't believe it. She didn't seem old enough to know what it was all about, but the feeling was unmistakable. Then it happened again, accompanied by another choking sob, and he saw the expression on her face. A preview of a mature woman's passion. Suddenly there was another one, bigger than the other two, and the girl screamed and beat his chest with her fists. "AAAaaaoooooeeeee! OH! OH!! "
He let her ride out the storm, holding her hips tightly. Then he went after his own.
"Keep movin' up and down, sweetie pie. MAKE ME CUM NOW."
Cindy stopped and stared at him! It occurred to her suddenly that she could control his climax, that moment when men shot the white stuff out that made babies! She knew that this was their big moment, what they raped and fought for.
She had never gotten a good look at the stuff. Uncle Rudd had shot it inside her and Earl had let his go into her mouth. She pulled off the cock and the man tried to pull her back.
"NO!" she shouted. "I WANT TO SEE IT SHOOT!"
She began to jerk it, and the man relaxed again, breathing hard.
"Just-just keep that up-" he said.
"Is it almost ready to shoot?" the child asked.
"Ye-yeah!" he panted. His eyes were closed, and the smells of her young cunt were still in his nostrils. His tongue remembered the sweet taste, like fresh meat. He would blast off any second.
"I'M GONNA CUM!" he said, his eyes shooting open.
Cindy stopped jerking him. His eyes darted to hers with an expression close to terror!
"Finish me, sweetie! Finish me!"
"No," the girl said.
"Why-why not?"
Cindy smiled mischievously.
"Not until you promise to take me to the drive-in movie the next time you go!"
"What?" The man was dumfounded.
"I never get to go, and you always-"
"ALL RIGHT!" he shouted. "FINISH BEATING ME OFF!"
"And buy me candy and soda and everything!"
"YES! YES! BUT DO IT! OH, GOD! CUMMMIIINNNGGG NOOOWWW!"
She went back to jerking his cock and in a second, amid a loud groan from Earl, it went off, splashing thick gobs of the heavy cream on his belly and shirt.
Timmy Hobbs lost his load at that precise moment. The boy had never seen anything so exciting in his life, and he knew he would jerk off many times thinking about it.
He stayed hidden behind the tree until Cindy and the man had dressed and left, taking the basket of flowers with them. Then he buttoned back up, found his own flowers, and left the pasture.
Timmy's heart raced with the wonderful news he carried. An account of what he'd seen would definitely put him in the celebrity category with the kids at school. But he knew he wouldn't wait until the next morning to tell it.
When he got home he deposited his flowers in a vase in the kitchen to keep them fresh, and got on the telephone.
In an hour four of his friends, ranging from twelve to fourteen, were seated around him by the spring, where they sometimes swam.
"Now what's the big news?" Jerry Mackay asked. Jerry was the oldest of the group, but he was in Timmy's class at school.
"Wouldn't you just like to know?" Timmy said mysteriously.
"Come on, squirt," Jerry said. "You got us over here to tell us something, now tell it!"
"Yeah," the other boys said.
"Well," Timmy began, "what do you think I saw this morning over in the Thatch's South Pasture?"
The boys seemed to be disappointed. Nothing really big or exciting could have happened in a common pasture, and they were set for an earth-shaking announcement.
"You probably saw a cow shit," said Bill
Ridgeway, the youngest one.
"You shut up!" Timmy said angrily, while the other boys laughed. "I saw a lot more than that!"
"Then what was it?" Jerry asked.
Timmy primed them with a little suspense, then made his announcement.
"I saw Cindy Thatch getting her pussy tapped by that old bastard who came to work there six months ago!"
The boys sat in startled silence for a moment, then let out long, low whistles. "Shit," Jerry Mackay said. "I thought Thatch was a cherry!"
"She ain't now," Timmy said.
"You telling the truth?"
"Cross my heart.
There were more low whistles.
"Did-did he bust her cherry right there while you watched?" Jerry said finally, feeling himself becoming aroused.
"If she had one to bust," Timmy said.
The boys laughed again. Then they put their heads together and started to make plans.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, Cindy!"
Cindy hurried on through the woods. She had taken the shortcut from school, and usually she met nobody. It was that smart-aleck Jerry Mackay. She didn't look back.
"Hey, Cindy, wait up!"
This time she glanced around. It was a different voice. She got really angry when she saw that she was being followed by several boys. There was Timmy Hobbs and Bill Ridgeway and that nasty little Frank Mulholland. Also Albert Steele. She couldn't have failed to recognize the slight limp.
Cindy walked faster. She could handle this particular group of boys on the school grounds, or elsewhere, one at a time, but she had no wish to be stopped by them in a place that was practically deserted. Not by all five, anyway. These were the boys that seemed to always be together, making little dirty comments about everything.
The calls behind her were getting louder and she realized with dismay that they were gaining distance.
She turned around and called sharply, "Go away and leave me alone! I don't want to talk to you!"
"Go away and leave me alone!" one of the boys called back in a mock imitation of her voice.
The girl continued on her way, but the boys were almost abreast of her now.
"Slow down, Cindy!" Timmy Hobbs said.
"I told you I don't want to talk to you!" she snapped sideways at him. He grabbed her arm and yanked her to a halt, making her drop her books on the ground.
"Darn you, Timmy!" she shouted. "Now look what you did!"
She reached down to pick up the books, but Jerry Mackay kicked them out of her way. Two of the boys picked them up and indicated that she couldn't have them back.
"You stop that!" Cindy shouted and ran toward the boys, her arms swinging.
Frank Mulholland grabbed her around her waist. She was in her customary jeans and shirt, which was lucky, because the boy sent her sprawling backward. Her shoulder hit a small rock and she winced from the pain.
Cindy looked up as the boys gathered around her. She knew they sometimes played rough, but this was unusual.
"What's WRONG with all of you?" she asked.
They had, after all, been friends of sorts.
Jerry Mackay stood directly over her. His face was anything but friendly now.
"We hear tell you been lettin' somebody tail you!"
The girl was confused. She didn't know what he meant.
"Whatever you heard was a lie! Now get away from here and let me be!"
She started to get up, but Jerry shoved her back on the ground. Tears of anger welled in her eyes, but she wouldn't give the boys the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
"Come on, Cindy, admit it!" Jerry said. "Who have you been letting fuck your hole?"
How could they know? she asked herself. At the same time she decided it was not any of their business, and she attempted once more to get to her feet.
This time she was knocked down roughly, and she let out a startled cry.
"You didn't answer my question!" the fourteen-year-old boy snarled.
Cindy was frightened now. The boys were all looking at her accusingly, like she had been caught stealing. Somehow, they had found out about her and Earl. She didn't even want to know what they knew. She preferred to think that they were guessing.
"I didn't answer you because you're dumb and stupid!" she screamed at Jerry. He leaned down and planted his face next to hers.
"Yeah? I'll bet my whole arrowhead collection that you let that new man on the farm, Earl, tap your keg!"
Now Cindy was alarmed. They had found out about Earl! But how? She hadn't told a living soul, not even her best friend Joanne. She was too afraid that word might somehow lead back to her father. She decided to bluff it for a while.
"Earl? That old man? You must be crazy!"
The boys all looked at each other and snorted.
"I guess I'm crazy, too," Timmy Hobbs said, not wanting the others to think he was shy about confronting the girl. "Well, I was in your pasture yesterday, and I saw you and that hand going at it like warthogs!"
Cindy's heart sank. So that was it! Timmy had been prowling around when Earl fucked her. She felt a genuine concern now, and her heart began to pound. These boys had an ugly feeling about girls who allowed themselves to get fucked. She knew that from their conversation. They mentioned a girl with a "bad" reputation in disgusted snorts. And yet they all wanted the same thing, she was sure.
"So what's YOUR problem, Timmy?" Cindy asked. "Afraid if you did the same thing you wouldn't have enough to get it in me?"
The boys laughed again, but Timmy's face was turning red with anger.
"Shit! I could make your asshole whistle!"
The boys began to cheer their friend on. His answer had impressed them. They had never heard the expression before.
"Oh yeah?" Cindy asked from her position on the ground. "Well, then, why don't you prove it?"
There were more encouraging sounds from the group, and Timmy was sorry he'd gotten involved in the plan to accost Cindy in the woods. He suddenly realized that he might be first.
"Well," the boy said, "just don't fuck around any more and well let you go."
Jerry stepped forward again, and pushed Timmy out of the way. "Let her go, shit! As long as she's passing it around, why don't we all try some? Okay, gang?"
The boys let up another cheer. Bill Ridgeway and Albert Steele were already rubbing their cocks through their pants.
Cindy was amazed. These boys had never shown that much interest before. Now that they knew she had let a man put it into her, they seemed to act like they owned her. She still tried to bluff her way out of the situation.
"Well," she said, "if anybody here thinks he's man enough to try it, go ahead."
She realized instantly that she hadn't called everybody's bluff. Jerry walked up again and undid his jeans. He peeled the fabric back and exposed his crotch for the group to see. His cock, after he yanked down his jockey shorts, stood out at least six inches, maybe seven.
"Hey, baby," he said, flipping the tool in her direction, "Timmy said you were polishing that guy's knob with your tonsils! How about making the head of this one shine?"
He got to his knees and presented his cock to her mouth.
"Go away!" Cindy yelled.
The boy grabbed her ponytail and forced her head back on the ground. At the same time he lowered his jeans to his knees.
"Suck it, Cindy, or I'll beat the living shit out of you!"
She was frightened and disgusted by his words, and at the same time she was excited! A now-familiar warmth had begun to invade her loins.
She opened her mouth as he crouched closer. His cock was hard now, and she thought it would have seemed very big if her previous experiences hadn't been with stallions. She even liked the boy-odor that came from his sweaty thighs and balls. She allowed the head to come in, and closed her mouth around it.
"OWWW-" the boy moaned, making his passionate outburst extra good for the benefit of his friends. "Yeah, lick that lollipop!"
Then Bill and Frank went to work on either side of the prone girl, and started to unbutton her jeans. Her first instinct was to resist, and she struggled against their hands, pulling the cock from her mouth at the same time.
"STOP THAT!" she screamed. "Stop it, I said! I'll tell your-" Her mouth was stuffed with Jerry's meat again, and the boy drove it in deep. Suddenly her throat was gorged. Before she had time to pull away the jeans had been opened and were being yanked down her legs. Then her white cotton panties.
Timmy's hand shot into her crotch and began to tickle it.
"Hey, look guys! She's got some hair on it!"
"No shit!? " Albert said, drawing closer for a look. He was twelve, and had very little hair on his own private parts.
Cindy dislodged herself long enough to say, "Take your hand away from-" and she was choked silent again by the invading penis. Jerry started to buck into her face now, and her throat was wetter and warmer by the second. Except for the circumstances, he suspected that the girl liked sucking him. He could have popped his nuts in a minute, but he saved himself as long as he could.
Jerry turned his head and looked at Timmy Hobbs.
"Wet your dick and slip it to her!" he said.
Timmy dropped his pants. "Get her legs, somebody!" he said, and then he forced himself between the girl's thighs. Bill and Frank took hold of the kicking legs and held them still. Timmy spit on the end of his cock and pushed the head up against Cindy's tight blonde pussy lips. Instantly the lips opened and grabbed him. With a little pull, the cock began to slip in. He hadn't even helped.
"Holy shit!" the boy cried out, realizing that his prick was getting sucked into the hole like it was fucking a vacuum cleaner. None of the boys had ever fucked a girl before, although Jerry had made several untruthful boasts about it. Timmy had often jerked his meat while he daydreamed about Cindy Thatch, and he'd always promised himself a try if the time was ever right.
Timmy grabbed her hips and forced himself the rest of the way in. The act of aggression had a calming effect on the girl, and the legs stopped protesting. He was sprawled over her now, his face close enough to watch the sucking she gave Jerry. He was buried all the way, and it was tighter and warmer and more wonderful than anything he'd ever felt. He started fucking into the pussy fast.
Albert and Frank and Bill had also dropped their trousers and removed them. They lay in a heap on the ground, next to the place where Cindy's jeans had been thrown. The boys stood around, pulling on their cocks as they watched.
"Come on, Timmy!" Albert said, getting impatient. "Let someone else get that!"
Timmy fucked even faster and Cindy began to massage him firmly with her cuntal walls. In a few seconds, the boy was panting and shooting a load into the tight channel.
"AWWW, SHEEE-IIT!" he groaned. "I'M CUMMMIIINNNNGGG!"
He pumped until the last spurt had discharged itself, and then he drew out. Albert was waiting to take his place, wetting his rock-hard, if somewhat small, penis. As soon as Timmy had vacated the hole, the other boy plunged in with no difficulty.
Cindy began to rotate her pelvis slowly now. The second boy who fucked her definitely was not filling her up, and she struggled to get more feeling. The fire had returned down below, and she found herself sucking Jerry's big prick with loving care, anxious for a taste of the cream.
Jerry noticed the improved technique, and he couldn't hold his load back.
"OWWWWWW!" he groaned, holding her head tightly and pushing all the way down her throat. "HERE IT IS! CUM, CUM, AAHHH!! "
Cindy felt the hot jets begin to drench her throat. She pulled away far enough to receive the last precious drops in her mouth and she squeezed his balls, milking them for more. When the boy pulled out of her mouth, he was exhausted.
Albert began to pump very fast, and with a loud cry he announced that he was shooting, but Cindy couldn't feel his sperm inside her. When he took the little penis from her pussy she was on fire for more! Her hips began to twist around in circular motions, searching for a body to mount them.
Bill Ridgeway took Albert's place and he sank in with no preliminaries. The hole was already lubricated with two loads of sperm and, tight as it was, it offered no resistance to his rather large cock. Bill was a lanky boy who was well endowed for his thirteen years. His equipment measured as big as Jerry's, and the two boys had compared the sizes of their tools on several occasions.
When the thicker pole entered her, Cindy went wild!
"OH, FUCK MEEE-" she sighed, rotating her hips faster. "FUCK MEEEEEE--! "
Frank Mulholland was also on the mature side, and the cock he shoved into the moaning girl's mouth completely filled her. She had gotten stuffed to the hilt at both ends, and the sensation was heaven. She sucked Frank down deeply and began to tickle his balls at the same time, making the boy pant. He responded by slamming his hips into her face, making her take more and more.
Then Cindy had her first orgasm.
"AAGGHH!" she cried, pulling the cock out of her mouth. "UNGH! UNGH!" Her hips began to buck furiously against the big pole, and her muscle contractions sent Bill's head spinning. He lost his load inside her with a great howl, and he fucked so hard he pushed her small body several inches forward on the ground.
"TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" he hollered. "TAKE MY JUICE, YOU FUCKING SLUT! TAKE MY FUCKING CUM, YOU GODDAMN BITCH!"
At the same time she felt him flood her walls with fresh cream she realized that Frank had pushed into her throat again, ready to pump another load there.
"AAAGGGHHH! OH, YEEEAAHHH! SUCK IT! SUCK IT HARD! SUCK ALL THE CUM OUT OF IT! SUCK! SUCK! BLOW IT GOOD! UUMM! UUMMM! OOOHHH!"
He began to drown her, and she started choking, almost strangling. The cream continued to splash into her throat faster than she could swallow. Some of it bubbled up and out, running down the sides of her mouth and neck.
"Look at her eat that cum!" Jerry Mackay said, and he was stiff again. Bill had pulled out of the bruised pussy and Jerry jockeyed into position. He was the only boy who got a double-header, once in the mouth and once in the cunt.
Jerry began to fuck slowly in and out. His second load in a matter of minutes was longer in coming, and the steady rhythm of his thrusts had the girl working toward another orgasm of her own.
While the fucking went on, the other boys dressed and watched. The girl was completely hot now, almost begging for it. She pulled Jerry down on her and wrapped her legs around his back. The boy was getting his first piece of ass, but he performed expertly and his friends were properly impressed.
His long cock continued to make a slow journey back and forth, and her almost hairless pussy clutched and gripped, forcing it at times to stay completely buried.
Her body was beginning to convulse, and they knew she was working towards something enormous. They were fascinated by the sight of her heaving and gasping, covered with sweat. The smells of sex were heavy in the little wooded area now, driving her to new heights of lust.
Cindy reached back and dug her fingers into the cheeks of Jerry's ass. She began to pull him into her with greater force.
"Fuck me harder!" she growled, her voice becoming deeper than it had ever been. "Fuck me harder, I said! UUNNGGHH! HARDER! HARDER! TEAR ME APART! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
The boy increased the power of his thrusts.
"CINDY! HUNGF! CINDY! AARRGGEE! UUNNGGFF! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
She knew he was close to the edge and she began to work her pussy against him like a maniac. Something was erupting inside her again, only this was the big volcano she had worked for without success in the past. It descended upon her like a giant wave, and she was blasted off and crushed under at the same time. Her body began to somersault through space, only to be crashed into the sea once more, drowned under the water.
"AAAGGGHHH!"
Her last scream shattered the trees and she lost consciousness for a moment. When her head cleared the boy was lying heaving on her. Both of them had been sobbing quietly under their breaths.
Jerry yanked out after a while, a little roughly. Without a word, he pulled on his jeans and sneakers.
"Just remember one thing," he said to the half-naked girl on the ground, "if you tell anybody about this, we'll let your old man know what Timmy saw in the pasture!"
Cindy merely stared at him, with an expression that was nearing hatred. These boys didn't have a nice bone in their bodies. They were rat finks, every one of them.
She watched them while they gathered up their schoolbooks and disappeared down the seldom-used path. Then she dressed and continued to walk home.
There was no danger in their threat to tell, she decided. She had as much on them now as they had on her. Her real concern was getting through the house and into the bathroom for a cleanup before anyone noticed the condition she was in. Her shirt had gotten torn, her hair was a mess, and dried cum clung to her cheeks and neck.
When she finally reached the back door of her house, most of the dirt and leaves had been brushed off her body.
But the memory of the rough ground under her ass made her crotch tingle again.
CHAPTER SIX
Cindy decided that night to organize her life better.
Her bald little pussy had been burning the entire evening, and there were only two available men on the premises. Daddy and Earl. With Earl, the chances of getting together were seldom. With Daddy, nil.
Cindy took a long look at her father at the supper table.
Mr. Thatch had light-brown hair. Her mother had been blonde, like the child. There was little of Cindy in the rugged features, except for the blue eyes. They produced a penetrating gaze that was sometimes hypnotic. His shoulders were broad and muscular, and forty-five years of life had not done much damage to his slender, firm body.
The girl found herself staring at the bulge in his khaki workpants as he moved from the stove to the table, helping the housekeeper cook prepare dinner. He was a warm, friendly man who was liked by everybody.
And his daughter adored him.
They had a pleasant meal together, and Mr. Thatch announced that he would be away for the evening.
"Perhaps-until morning," he said, blushing slightly. "There are some business matters in town that might keep me-late."
Cindy almost burst out laughing. Daddy had never been good at making up lies. At times, he needed encouragement, his stories got so thin. She wished she could trade places with the young widow in town who was going to get her row planted.
"I guess running a farm is a hard thing to do!" the child exclaimed. "I guess there's business to attend to at all hours of the day and night!"
"That's right," her father said, rising from the table. His ass was round and hard against the material of his trousers. The child's groin began to melt. "Excuse me, now."
Earl was at the table with them. She had avoided looking at him through the entire meal. Now her eyes met his and she thought she noticed a hint of amusement.
"I declare, Cindy, I didn't think you knew so much about running a farm," Earl said. "Especially the business part."
Cindy almost blushed. The man winked at her.
When Daddy went upstairs to shower and dress, Cindy clutched the hired man's arm.
"I want you to put it in me tonight!" she whispered loudly. "I feel all funny down there!"
Earl laughed.
"What do you think I am, girl? A stud horse?"
"You're better than a stud horse," Cindy answered, unflinching. "You can make my asshole whistle!"
The man looked at her with a shocked expression.
"Where the hell did you hear a saying like that."
"Never mind," the child answered. "Is it a deal?"
"Is WHAT a deal?"
"That you fuck me tonight!"
The man felt his cock stiffen and twitch.
"No!"
Cindy was almost in tears of frustration. The sight of her father moving around the kitchen had excited her to a fever pitch.
"You have to! PLEASE!"
"Shhhhhh!" the man said, getting concerned that they'd be overheard. "I'll make a deal with you, if that's what you want!"
"What?" Cindy asked, her blue eyes pleading.
The man leaned close, and she could smell his musky scent.
"If you want to-get fucked tonight, you'll have to bring over that little girlfriend of yours! Shell have to be in on it!"
JOANNE! A couple of months younger than Cindy. Her best friend at school. A small child, with black hair and eyes. Thin, straight, lovely. Joanne was popular with the boys in a quiet way.
"All right!" Cindy said. "I'll call her!"
Joanne arrived shortly after Mr. Thatch had left for town. The dark-haired girl lived up the highway two miles, and she rode her bicycle on her frequent visits to Cindy.
She parked the bike near the front door, turned off the battery-operated headlight, and knocked. Cindy answered immediately.
"Hi, Cin'. "
"Hi, Joanne. Come on in." Cindy led her friend to the kitchen and offered her a Coke.
While they sat and sipped, the blonde girl worked up enough courage to pop her question.
"Joanne, did you ever see two people fuck?" Joanne almost choked on her soda.
"CINDY!"
Cindy giggled, and continued. "Would you like to see something like that some time?"
Joanne stopped laughing. "OH, YES!"
"Really?"
"Yes!" Joanne cried excitedly. "I sometimes play with myself at night and wish that I could peek into a bedroom and see people doing it-my parents, even! It seems like I have such a long time to wait before I can start doing those things myself! Well, you know me, Cindy, I've always been attracted to boys, and boys think I'm neat-"
Cindy cut her short.
"Listen, Joanne, you might not have to wait as long as you think!"
"What-what do you mean?"
Cindy hesitated a moment.
"Well," she said, biting a nail, "you might as well know the truth. I got my cherry busted months ago, and lately I've been getting fucked. And I really want to get fucked tonight!"
Joanne was completely shocked.
"CINDY!"
"Cut the crap, Joanne, and listen! You know the hired man, Earl? Yeah. Well, he has a cock like a horse and I want to have it now! Only Earl is very mean, and he said I'd have to bring you over here to liven up the act. I don't know what he wants you to do, but even if you just watch it could be exciting!"
The dark-haired girl couldn't believe her ears. Also, her crotch was getting very wet and warm under her plaid mini skirt and cotton panties. Joanne had seen Earl many times, and she thought he was the handsomest man she'd ever laid eyes on.
"Where is he?" Joanne asked.
"In his shack, waiting," Cindy answered.
"Then let's go!"
Cindy hugged her friend around the shoulders and led her out the back door to Earl's cottage near the barn. When they got to the door they knocked loudly. It swung open and the muscular older man motioned them in with a quick gesture.
He was wearing only his trousers. His feet were bare and the muscles rippled across his hairy chest and arms. Joanne felt her knees grow weak!
"You have to take both of us to the drive-in movie now!" Cindy said emphatically as they entered the shack.
"Okay, okay," Earl said, taking a glance around the yard to make sure nobody had seen them come in. "Go on back to the bed!"
Cindy took Joanne's hand and led her to Earl's big bed behind the partition. The young girls started to sit down.
"Take your clothes off!" the hired man said.
Joanne blushed, but Cindy began to strip.
"Come on, Joanne!" Cindy said, yanking off her shirt and standing nude to the waist, her little tits pointing straight out. "Don't be so bashful! You wanted to come, didn't you?"
The dark-haired girl looked at her friend with an expression of alarm.
"I-I never-"
"Neither did I until a few months ago. Go on and take your clothes off!"
Joanne began to strip. She removed her blouse and miniskirt, and soon the two girls were standing in just their panties. Earl sat on the side of the bed and placed his mouth over Joanne's budding young breasts. The child was built a lot like Cindy-small, but promising to be a voluptuous woman in the future.
"OWWWWWW-" Joanne sighed, still blushing. "That's nice!"
The man had pulled down his zipper and was playing with his hard shaft now, stroking it back and forth. Cindy knelt down and placed her hand on his big hard cock.
"Look, Joanne!" she whispered.
Joanne looked down and saw Earl's cock for the first time. She let out a startled cry. She had seen her father's meat when she opened the bathroom door by mistake and he'd been drying after a shower. But her father had been soft when she saw him, and this man was as hard as rock. The prick was the largest thing she'd ever imagined. Her mouth dropped open and she stared in disbelief.
Earl smiled at the girl. "You like that, honey?"
The gaping teenager nodded her head, continuing to stare.
The hired man unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down and off. In seconds he was completely naked.
"Why don't you two take turns kissing it?" he said, stretching back and lying down flat. His cock stuck straight up now, and the big sac of balls hung all the way down to the sheets.
Joanne dropped to her knees beside her friend. Together they inspected the man's privates.
"Oh, they're so BIG!" Joanne said, fondling the balls. "Can I squeeze them?"
"Not too hard," Earl said.
Joanne gave a soft squeeze and the man groaned.
"Lick them all over, Joanne," Cindy said. "He likes that. And I can suck his cock at the same time."
Joanne felt fevered. Her head was burning and her heart pounded. She felt like she was doing something very wrong and, therefore, very exciting. She cupped the nuts with both hands and brought her mouth down to the sac. The hairs tickled her nose and the pungent crotch odor almost stopped her.
"Just-just lick them?"
"Well, you don't want to bite them, do you?"
Cindy asked, bringing her own mouth down to the head of Earl's cock and licking it gently. "Just pretend they're the ice cream on two cones."
"Yeah," Earl murmured. "Chocolate and strawberry!"
Joanne brought her mouth down again and she began to lick the big eggs from side to side and up and down. The man spread his legs wider and moaned again. Within seconds, the girl was sucking and licking his bag with relish. And Cindy's mouth on his cock had him near the verge of explosion.
"Oh, shit! Fucking shit! Keep eatin' me like that! BOTH OF YOU! AHHH, OH, YEEEAAAHHH!! "
After a moment he grasped Joanne under the arms and hauled her up over him.
"Take your panties off!" he ordered her. She quickly slid out of her white cotton underwear, anxious now to please him any way she could. The smell of his balls was still in her nostrils, the taste on her tongue.
Earl examined her young pussy closely. It was as hairless as Cindy's, with only a shadow of dark beginning to show in the pubic vee. He ran his thumb up and down the cleft between her cunt lips and then brought the girl's crotch up over his face.
"Owwwwww!" Joanne moaned. The man had started to lick the crack from top to bottom, and he paid special attention to her underdeveloped clit. The little knob began to stiffen, and he sucked it hard, biting gently at the sides while he swirled his tongue around the top in circles. The girl began to utter excited cries. She had massaged this sensitive area herself on many occasions, but she had never been able to bring herself to the peak of sexual pleasure with it that the man was doing.
Joanne sat down hard on Earl's face now, encouraging him to use his tongue. He stabbed in and she almost screamed.
"AAAGGGHHH! OOOHHH! AAAHHH!"
The man licked the just pubescent lips even harder, grabbing the girl's ass tightly.
Cindy heard the sounds and watched what they did out of the corners of her eyes. Joanne's trim little ass was bobbing up and down now, grinding occasionally into the face of the prone man. She remembered how rough Earl's chin stubble had felt against her sensitive young thighs. She knew that Joanne must be feeling the same thing now, but it didn't diminish her enjoyment. While she watched, she continued to suck the big cock as far down as she could go.
Suddenly, Earl reached down and pulled his dick out of the sucking girl's mouth, taking his face away from Joanne's tender cunt at the same time.
"Get up on the bed!" he said to Cindy. Then he placed Joanne on her hands and knees and crouched behind her, doggie-style. Cindy climbed up and watched him poke the wet head of his cock at the gates of the dark-haired girl's tunnel.
"You'd better be careful!" Cindy said. "She's a cherry."
"Like hell I am!" Joanne said, turning her head. Her face was flushed with excitement.
Cindy was shocked. She had never heard her friend mention her virginity before.
"Only it wasn't a boy!" Joanne continued. "It was a cucumber!"
"A WHAT?" Cindy asked.
"A cucumber. I sat down on it and forced my cherry. I got tired of worrying about being raped or something, so last year I decided to do something about it!"
This was all the encouragement Earl needed. He lined the head of his cock up quickly, flicked his hips, and sent half the thick dong into the girl's hot little pussy.
"AGGGHHH!" Joanne cried out, half in pain. "UUMMPPFF! GO AHEAD! STICK IT ALL THE WAY IN! OH, NOOOOOOWWW!! "
The man could feel her lips clamp him. She felt even tighter than Cindy. He placed his hands on her hips and drove again, this time sinking into her hot hole until his balls slapped her ass.
"Don't worry, little girl!" he said, panting, "You'll get all the cock you can use!"
The dark-haired girl had her face buried in the sheets now, and soft sobbing cries came from her throat. She bucked her hips back and impaled the shaft, making him hold it deeply inside for a few seconds before he slid out for another shove.
"Get up here where I can eat you out!" he said to Cindy.
Cindy quickly scooted out of her panties. She stood up on the bed and straddled Joanne's back, facing the man. He grabbed her ass roughly and pulled her crotch into his face.
"MMMPPFF!" the man mumbled when the downy little blonde lips touched his mouth. He knew that Cindy liked to be eaten deeply and thoroughly. He still remembered the way her legs had wrapped themselves around his head in the woods. The pussy was already wet, and the same taste of fresh meat assaulted his tongue. The smell was exciting beyond belief!
"Play with her cunt!" Cindy whispered, loudly.
Earl reached under and massaged Joanne's clit again, this time with his hand. He felt his cock going in and out, stretching the tight young pussy to the breaking point.
"HHAAGGHH!" the girl cried, almost screaming.
The man began to fuck faster. At the same time Cindy grabbed his head and forced him even more firmly against her box.
The three of them were bucking now. Cindy slammed her crotch into Earl's face while the man fucked into her friend's hole just as furiously. Joanne was hunching back, trying to match his strokes. Her tight pussy was getting its first taste of cock, and she knew cucumbers were a thing of the past.
Cindy's knees grew weak and the man had to hold her up while he finished reaming out her snatch with his tongue. When she came, it was all he could do to prevent her from falling.
"LICK IT! LICK IT! EAT IT! EAT ME OUT! OHHH, YESSS! EAT MY PUSSY OUT, YOU FUCKING SHITHEAD!"
The man had never heard the girl use language like this. He supposed that all children knew the words, but seldom were driven into situations that required their use. He sucked harder than ever, slamming Joanne's bruised pussy at the same time, and was rewarded with a tiny flood of juices that trickled over his tongue and into his throat.
His hand felt the dark-haired girl's pussy tighten and he could tell from her muffled sobs that she was also having a climax. At the same time he felt his own load beginning to boil up. He pushed his face out of Cindy's snatch.
"GET DOWN THERE AND TAKE IT!" he shouted at the standing girl. He yanked his cock from Joanne's cunt and Cindy had just enough time to fall upon it when it exploded.
"GGGAGGHHH!" the man choked out loudly. While he came, he continued to work Joanne's clit until the girl's muffled sobs quieted.
When they were finished, the girls hastily put their clothes back on. Earl was relieved. Although it was early, he didn't want to take any chances on being caught in this highly compromising situation with girls young enough to be his daughters.
Earl dragged his trousers back on and showed them to the door.
"Well, let's arrange another party like this," he said, smiling.
The girls giggled.
"Only the next time," the man said, "it'll be a real party!"
"What do you mean?" Cindy asked.
The man stretched his muscular arms above his head.
"I haven't met all your little girlfriends yet!"
The girls looked at each other, giggled again, and hurried back to the main house.
Cindy felt that her life was, indeed, getting better organized!
CHAPTER SEVEN
It had been arranged for Joanne to spend the night with Cindy. The girls would walk to school together in the morning. Cindy had been exhausted, and fell asleep as soon as they went to bed. She hadn't told her friend about the incident in the woods with the other boys.
Joanne, on the other hand, was restless. The exciting fuck Earl had given her only increased her inability to sleep. She heard Mr. Thatch come in and go to his room. Cindy had said her father would be gone most of the night. Perhaps, Joanne, reasoned, he'd had an argument with the young widow.
She listened to the sounds of the man moving about upstairs, going into his bedroom, going back downstairs, coming up again, walking around his room. She wondered if Cindy's father had a cock as big as the hired man's. Joanne knew she would always have a special feeling for the man that put a cock into her for the first time, but she also knew there would be others who would make her feel just as good.
The dark-haired girl put her hand between her legs and rubbed her little bald pussy. She rubbed her hand over the down that had begun to form just below her belly. In a moment, she was on fire again! The pussy still tingled from the fucking it had gotten, but surprisingly it wasn't sore.
She lifted the cotton nightgown that Cindy had loaned her and worked it up around her waist. Then she put both hands between her legs and began to rub them slowly between her thighs, putting as much pressure on the lips of her pussy as she could. Her small clit became erect, stimulated by Earl's tongue just a couple of hours earlier, and it was like having a brand new toy to play with.
The small girl glanced over and saw, in the half darkness of the bedroom, that Cindy was still sleeping soundly. She wondered why her friend was so extra tired tonight. Even the movement of the bed now, as she masturbated, did not disturb Cindy. She thought of waking the sleeping girl and seeing if she'd be interested in a mutual finger-fuck, but decided against it.
Joanne's pussy was on fire now! Her breathing was becoming irregular as she continued to rub herself to more and more excitement. By now, normally, she would have felt the hot conclusion of her nocturnal ministrations, but she couldn't reach that point for some reason, as much as she wanted to.
Then a thought occurred to Joanne that she dismissed at once. She hadn't heard Mr. Thatch close his bedroom door, and if his lights were out, perhaps she could sneak a peek at him in his moonlit quarters. He might even be nude. She knew that after such a sight, she'd have no trouble getting off to another climax.
But no. It was too dangerous. Of course, Joanne reasoned, as young as she was, she could pretend complete innocence. Girls her age could get away with things that older women couldn't, she knew.
She closed her eyes and imagined what their exchange of words might be if he caught her spying:
Joanne! What are you doing staring at me from the hallway ?
Oh, Mr. Thatch! I'm glad it's you! Cindy said you wouldn't be home until much later. When I heard someone walking around I got scared, not knowing who it was!
It would be easy, Joanne decided. Her heart pounded at the thought of playing such a daring game. Her pussy got hotter and hotter!
Then she made up her mind.
For the first time, as she crept quietly out of bed, she worried about waking Cindy. But the blonde girl still slept soundly. The floor felt cold as her bare feet touched it, and she tiptoed noiselessly to the hallway, glad to find the carpeting there. She continued to tiptoe towards the man's room.
When she got to the door she stopped and then slowly let her head move forward until she could look inside, being careful to look with only one eye.
The room was empty. She was sure of it. She bent further, and saw that the bed was unoccupied. The room was in a half light from the partly opened bathroom door adjoining it. Her eyes continued to search. Then she heard the movement coming from the bathroom. A little flurry of sound, just before the shower started running.
The girl was almost breathless with excitement as she crept across the bedroom floor and approached the sound of the water. She felt safer now, bolder. He would be busy with his shower, she decided, not noticing the bathroom door. Maybe the shower curtain would be the kind that you could almost see through. She went straight to the door and looked in.
It wasn't the right kind of shower curtain, but it didn't matter. It was open at the end closest to her, and she could see him plainly, standing there, soaping up, his back to her.
Her fingers went immediately to her crotch and began to rub against the cotton material. His body seemed even better to her than Earl's. He was tall, and his thighs had a manly growth of fine brown hair. His back was broad and muscular. Joanne felt her pussy begin to steam with heat, and a wetness began to ooze down between the lips. She felt faint, but she stayed alert, determined now to catch a glimpse of his cock.
Mr. Thatch turned around so fast that the girl didn't have time to jump back, out of his view. She almost cried out in startled alarm, sure that he would see her!
But she was safe for a few seconds. He had begun to wash his face, and his eyes were shut tightly, guarding them against the soap he applied. It gave her time to see the front of his body, and she reached for the door frame to steady herself.
Mr. Thatch's cock was so large it flopped down over his soapy balls, hanging half way to his knees. Joanne decided that it was half hard, because it stood out a couple of inches from his body. It was at this moment that she knew she would die if he didn't fuck her!
The girl was in a frenzy. Her mind worked overtime to plan a strategy for accomplishing her goal. Then she jumped back when she saw his hands come away from his face.
She stood trembling a moment, not knowing which way to go. The thought of being under the shower with the big, handsome man almost made her keel over on the floor. And the fact that this was Cindy's father added further to the excitement!
Suddenly, she knew what she was going to do!
Herb Thatch finished his shower, dried himself off, and tidied up the bathroom. He'd been in a hot sweat of frustration driving back from town. He and Lilah had had their first misunderstanding. A stupid thing, not even worth serious thought in retrospect. Something to do with the way he was handling a property settlement. She'd thought he was being too generous with his late wife's money, giving other relatives more than they were entitled to. He'd told her to mind her own business.. . .
And so on and so forth.
She'd told him to dress and leave.
He was already inside her, but she wouldn't let the matter drop. She had pulled him out and screamed at him, ordering him to leave her house. He tried to push back in and she slapped him.
The cunt! He hoped he wouldn't get a bad strain.
He hung the towel neatly over the rack provided for this purpose and walked nude back into the bedroom. He didn't glance at the bed until he closed his door, and when he did he stopped dead in his tracks and gasped!
Joanne, Cindy's little friend whom he'd given permission to spend the night, was lying on the sheets, completely naked. She had spread her legs wide apart, with her knees bent, and was displaying her privates to him lewdly. One hand was massaging the lips of her pussy, in an attitude of womanly lust that she must have copied from a magazine picture. Even the expression on her face was an imitation of a grown woman's come-here look. Her smile was almost an angry leer.
Herb was too startled at first to speak, or to comprehend the state of his own nudity. His eyes took in the sight with mixed feelings. He'd been a patient father with Cindy, and he had an understanding way with children, even when they behaved badly, but this was something else! The girl was inviting him to come to bed with her, and she didn't even have tits yet! Just little lumps, like the kind that rise up on your head when you bang it. The nipples were pink nubbins, so small he could barely see them.
"What the hell!" he exclaimed at last. He took a couple of steps closer. Despite her brave performance, he noticed her eyes had a slightly startled expression now. She was on the verge of losing her courage. He also noticed how large the eyes were against the white skin, and his cock twitched despite itself.
Joanne began to draw her knees together and curl them up in front of her, trying to hide her nakedness.
"And what do you think you're doing, young lady?" he demanded. She continued to stare at him. "Answer me!"
He thought she would burst into tears then. She jumped off the bed like a flash and started to run past him. He grabbed her arm and pushed her roughly back onto the bed.
"Oh, no you don't! Not until I have an explanation!"
She only continued to stare, trembling now with fear.
"I should drive you back to your house this very minute and tell your folks about this, Joanne!"
"No!" she almost wailed. "Please don't! I-I didn't mean any harm!"
"Oh no?" the man said. He picked her nightgown off the floor where she'd dropped it and waved it in her face. "Then why did you climb into my bed with no clothes on? How old are you, anyway?"
"S-same as Cindy." Her voice shook and more tears welled up in her big, dark eyes.
"That's what I thought," the man said. "Thirteen years old. Now you just tell me, where did you get ideas like this? You aren't teaching these things to my little girl are you?"
"No-no, sir!" the child said, her eyes begging him to believe her.
The man almost felt sorry for her. "Well, go get your clothes. You're going home, and we're gonna have a little talk with your Mom and Dad."
Joanne burst out sobbing then, covering her eyes with her hands.
"NO! NO, PLEASE! PLEASE PUNISH ME YOURSELF, BUT DON'T TELL THEM OR THEY'LL KILL ME!" She began to cry pitifully.
Herb Thatch knew that parents were sometimes unnecessarily strick with children, especially where sexual matters were concerned. He wasn't sure about Joanne's folks. He didn't want them to really hurt her.
"All right, then, you said to punish you. What do you suggest?"
"S-spank me!" the little girl sobbed.
The man glanced in the direction of his daughter's bedroom. He didn't want to wake her.
"Come in here, then!" he said to Joanne, and led the way to the bathroom. The child followed him slowly, fearful of what would happen to her.
It was at this moment that Herb Thatch realized he was as naked as she. The surprise of the moment had distracted his mind from his own physical appearance, used as he was to walking around his bedroom in the buff. But his hand hesitated and stopped when he reached for a towel, and he ended up sitting on the lid of the toilet bowl completely disrobed. After all, he reasoned, the little girl wouldn't see him any more naked than she already had.
"Get over my knees!" he snapped at her when she had closed the bathroom door. He talked at a normal voice level, knowing that the noise wouldn't disturb Cindy's room at the other end of the hallway.
Joanne did as she was told, wiping tears from her eyes at the same time. She climbed across his lap and rested her hands on the cold tile of the bathroom floor for support. Her small buttocks rose straight up to his view, and he noticed how round and mature they looked for such a young girl. Small though they were, the twin hills were blossoming into adulthood, and the thighs below them were shapely too, pressed against his own.
He resisted the urge to reach out and touch the buttocks, almost shocked by his sudden desire to do so. He lectured her instead.
"I guess you know you were doing something wrong, don't you, Joanne?"
"Y-yes, sir!" the child said, almost crying again.
"You could get into a lot of trouble trying to tempt men with your body that way. You realize that?"
"Y-yes, sir!" THWACK! The hand descended. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! He slapped the cheeks again and again, leaving them a bright rosy red. If he'd spanked any harder the soft white flesh would have blistered.
There were muffled sobs from the girl at first, but at the same time they stopped, he noticed that she squirmed her crotch around on his lap, and he didn't realize immediately that she was becoming sexually aroused from the spanking.
He stopped spanking and waited a moment. The squirming motion continued. He was shocked!
"Joanne," he said, "what's got into you, child? Is there something wrong with you?"
Joanne gave her ass a couple of twitches, and it was obvious to him that she was grinding her pelvis as hard against his as she could. His cock started to swell, and he hoped the girl wouldn't notice. But Joanne was aroused and sensitive to the touch of his body.
She slipped down off his lap, and he made no attempt to stop her. Then she knelt between his legs and smiled up at him, reaching out and grabbing his cock at the same time. His big prick jumped to rigidity at once and throbbed in her grasp.
Mr. Thatch blushed, but he was too shocked to say a word. Shocked, and at the same time ashamed of himself.
The little girl bent her head to his crotch.
"Joanne, sugar-DON'T!! ! " '
She began to run her tongue around and around the pink head, and then she stuffed as much of the throbbing meat into her mouth as she could take. He groaned.
She cupped his big balls, and went even farther down on the shaft, sucking him like she had been doing it all her life. He finally pulled her head away from his groin.
"Sugar, have you had experience with men?"
Joanne looked at him again, but this time she was not smiling.
"Yes," she answered. "I'm not a virgin. Fuck me!"
"FUCK YOU? Do you know what you're asking?"
"Yes! Yes! I want you to put it up inside me! I want you to fuck my ass off! Do it! Do it now, please! OH, PLEASE!"
Herb Thatch forgot his surprise and distaste at hearing words like these from such a young child. Instead, he remembered how pink the cheeks of her ass looked after he'd spanked them. How white and shapely her young thighs were when she spread them apart on the bed. How pretty her little bald pussy looked.
"Come on!" he said, jumping up and pulling her to her feet. He half yanked her to the bed and threw her roughly down on her back.
"Put a pillow under your ass!" he snapped. The girl obeyed, and in seconds her mound of Venus was elevated and open to him. The little hairless lips were already opening up, showing the flesh red and damp beneath.
The man stared down at the spectacle of the girl's privates for a moment, and then slowly lowered his mouth to the pussy and began to lick it up and down.
" EEEAAAYY YHHH!" the girl cried. She grabbed his head and pushed it down harder. "OHHH, YEAH! SUCK MY PUSSYYYY!"
He cupped an ass-cheek in each hand and began to lick far into the crack, tasting the young flesh. There was a hint of sex there already. Grown-up sex. She'd either been masturbating herself to a state of high excitement, or she'd been fucked by a cock that very night!
"Who got at you tonight?" he asked, pulling his face away from her cunt.
She clutched his head frantically and tried to push it back to her cunt.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! DON'T STOP! LICK IT! LICK IT!"
He let the question wait for a few moments, and went back to sucking the young vagina. As he probed more deeply than ever with his tongue, he knew he was not wrong. The girl was definitely well reamed out, and he decided it had happened this very evening. If Joanne had gotten cock tonight, what about Cindy? They'd spent the evening together-
"Joanne-" he said, pulling away once more from her bald pussy and rising to his knees on the mattress, "-what were you and Cindy up to tonight?"
The girl quickly scooted down between his legs and began to suck him furiously, ignoring the question.
The man felt his milk churn around in his large balls, and the child's tongue and mouth were the smoothest, hottest things that had ever touched him. She was sucking like a real pro, and it was all he could do to hold back.
"All right, little girl," he whispered, "you just keep right on doing what you're doing. But before I get through with you, you're gonna answer some questions!"
The man let the young girl suck him for several minutes before he finally pushed her down and yanked her legs up in the air, forcing her thighs well back.
His cock was tremendous in size now, and he wondered how on earth he could make it fit. Joanne was such a small child-
But the girl seemed unconcerned. The size of his prick only seemed to excite her. Whoever had broken her in, he decided, must not have been small in the cock department.
He shoved her legs back until her pussy pointed straight up at him. Then he waved his big club at her.
"Think you can take all that meat?" he asked. The girl's face was a mask of passion. Her eyes were almost glassy.
"Yes! Yes! Put it in me now."
"I might tear you up."
"I don't CARE! Oh, god, PLEASE! Fuck me with it!"
It was all the encouragement he needed, even if it came from someone young enough to be his daughter. Almost young enough to be his granddaughter! He lined up the head of the big prick at the hairless lips of her pussy and rubbed it up and down for a few seconds. The girl started moaning and gyrating her hips.
"NOW!" she cried. "GOD' YEESSS-NOOOWWW!! "
Herb Thatch watched his cock as the head pressed slowly down and the lips opened for it. The head went in with no difficulty and there was a faint grunt from the girl as he shoved the shaft forward, burying about four inches of himself in her. The lips looked stretched beyond all reason, but Joanne wasn't complaining.
She reached around and grabbed his buttocks.
"GO ALL THE WAY! I want to feel it all the way in me!"
He supported himself on his outstretched arms and assumed a push-ups position over her. Then he dropped all the weight of his body down and let his thick cock sink home. The girl dug her fingers into the flesh of his asscheeks and suppressed a scream. Her mouth was wide open now, and her eyes stared straight up as though they were in shock.
He pulled out until only the head was buried, staring at the sight under him at the same time. His prick was pulling her almost inside out, so tight was the channel he was trying to fuck. But tight as it was, it was lubricated too, and he wondered how much of the lubrication was her natural juices.
"Who's been in you?" he asked again, shoving so hard that his balls slapped her ass when he plowed the back wall of her young womb.
"UUUFFF!" she grunted, but she did not answer him.
He slammed in again, mercilessly. This time the girl cried out, and he leaned his shoulder against her mouth to suppress the noise. Her tongue began to lick his flesh.
"TELL ME!" he snarled, slamming in again.
"UUUFFF!"
"TELL ME! OH! OH, MY GOD!"
He realized that he was going to come. He hadn't wanted to be quick on the trigger, but the frustrations and excitements of the evening proved too much for his body to withstand.
"OH, GOD, I'M COMING! I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG!! ! "
She held his ass more firmly and began to buck her hips up and down, faster and faster, driving the cock in and out more rapidly than he'd been able to do. She was literally raping him!
"Oh, please, not yet! Not yet! Let me come!"
Sweating and panting, he held back. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to think of other things. He pretended he was in a cold shower, and tried to imagine the feeling of the needle spray hitting his groin. His heart raced, and the strain made his stomach ache painfully.
Then the girl began to mumble little words under her breath and her voice was almost delirious. Finally, he caught the words.
"CUMMING. NOW! YES, NOW! OH, I'M THERE TOO!"
He took the initiative again and began to pump her hard and fast, working for his own pleasure now and sure that she'd have hers. Suddenly her legs began to force themselves around his backside and she ground her pelvis into him so hard she lifted his body a foot higher in the air.
"AAAGGGHHH!! " she screamed, and he clamped a hand over her mouth just as he felt his load shoot out and into her womb, splashing the walls with thick, creamy semen.
His load began to seep out almost immediately, and it fell in heavy gobs on the sheet. He thought of pulling out, but it was already too late. Oh well, he thought, if Joanne didn't know how to take care of that, he'd show her in the bathroom.
After a few moments, they had both regained their normal breathing and he let his softening pole slip wetly from her tight cunt. The semen flowed freely now, and he hurried her off the bed and led her to the shower. He handed her a rubber bag with a hose.
"You know how to use this?"
She had never used one before, but she knew instinctively what to do with it.
"Yes," she answered, and turned on the shower.
He cleaned up at the sink while she showered, and when she finished he dried them both on the bathmat.
"Okay, sugar," he said when they returned to the bedroom, "let's have it. I want to know who you and Cindy have been playing around with!"
Joanne blushed a deep red.
"Cindy?" she asked, sheepishly.
"Yeah, Cindy! Now I know that somebody was in you tonight before I came home, and if you were here, then Cindy must have been with you. I don't want any fibs, Joanne!"
The girl slowly put her nightgown back on. When she finally spoke, her voice contained no trace of the fear that had made it tremble earlier.
"All right," she said, matter-of-factly, "since you want to know, I'll tell you. It was Earl!"
Mr. Thatch stared at her in disbelief.
"Earl? That's a goddamned lie! I trust Earl. He wouldn't do a thing like that to my little girl!"
Joanne laughed.
"Well, my parents trust you, and look what you did!"
Herb Thatch stared at her angrily.
"That's different! By god, you wanted it! You damn near begged for it!"
Joanne shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, maybe Cindy begged Earl for it-the first time."
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. The frightened look came back into her eyes for a few seconds.
"What do you mean, 'the fust time'? "
Joanne realized she had said too much. She was afraid now that the man would wake his daughter up and start a row. She almost hoped he would, because she was dying for Cindy to know what she had just done with her father. But at the same time, she felt frightened. Cindy Thatch was not a good person to make an enemy.
"I don't know why you're so excited, Mr. Thatch. Earl didn't do anything worse than you just did. And Cindy didn't do anything worse than I just did."
"What you just did, I don't want my daughter doing! YOU UNDERSTAND?" He shook her again, and she pulled away from him.
"I HATE YOU!" she yelled, and then lowered her voice. "I won't tell you anymore. If you want to know what Cindy does, then you'll have to ask her!"
The man looked at the child for a moment. He sat on the edge of the bed, still nude, his cock a soft mass of half-aroused passion. The girl stood in front of him in his daughter's nightgown, waiting for permission to leave the room.
"Come here and get on your knees," he said.
She looked at him for a long time. Then she knelt in front of his spread thighs, the way he commanded her to do. Her heart was racing again, and she thought he was the most wonderful man she had ever seen. His body looked like the pictures she had glanced at once when she was looking through magazines in the drugstore. It was a picture of men in a weightlifting contest, with big, bulging arms and chests and legs. Joanne had stared for a long time at the bulges in the front of their tiny posing trunks. She had been embarrassed when Mr. Arnold, the owner of the store, asked her what she found so interesting in the book.
Now she looked at the muscular thighs of Cindy's father, and she reached between them to cup the man's heavy ball sac and cock.
"You like all that down there?" the man asked her.
She didn't answer. She continued to stroke and massage the heavy, hairy privates. In seconds he was hard again.
"You want some more?"
She nodded her head slowly and squeezed his long, thick shaft.
He leaned back on his elbows and allowed her free access to his crotch. She was making him hot and horny again. His cock twitched so hard it almost jumped out of her hand. He was enjoying the moment in a state of confused emotions. The things the girl had told him made his heart beat heavily with anger. But at the same time, there was excitement in the thought of his little daughter blossoming into womanhood, even at such a young age. She looked so much like her mother-
"Kiss me on the balls, Joanne."
He felt the little tongue begin to lick up and down the hairy sac. Her hot young breath was all over his crotch, making his cock jump and leap around in her grasp. When her mouth came up to the head of his prick, he stopped her.
"If you want that again, you have to promise me something."
"What?" the child asked, not even caring what he asked of her. She was dying for a taste of the thick meat.
"You have to let me see Cindy getting fucked!" She pulled her head out of his crotch and giggled.
"How?" she asked.
"You think up something. If Cindy lets Earl fuck her, then you have to fix it up so's I can watch without her knowing. You promise me that?"
"Uh-huh," the child said, feeling excited at the thought. "I'll figure out something."
"And Cindy's not to know that I'm looking, all right?"
"All right. I'll think up something."
She was happy now. The thing the man suggested was a sort of fun game, and she knew he was no longer angry with her. She felt the warmth creep back between her legs, and she reached one hand down and began to massage her hairless pussy through the cotton nightgown. She put her lips back on his balls and began to make them wet with her tongue, hearing him groan at the same time.
He reached down suddenly and yanked her up beside him on the bed, turning her around in a sixty-nine position, pulling her nightgown up around her waist. His tongue began to snake back and forth on the fuzzy down of her already-forming pubic hair.
"Does Cindy know how to take care of her cunt?" he asked.
Joanne was confused.
"What do you mean, Mr. Thatch?"
"Does she know how to wash up? Like you just washed? So's she doesn't get pregnant?"
Joanne giggled.
"Cindy knows more about things like that than I do!"
"Good," the man said. "If that Earl ever made her pregnant, I'd cut his fucking cock off!"
The girl giggled again, and started sucking him. He pulled her legs apart and examined her crotch. He knew it was wrong to feel the desire that tore through his body, but strange things were happening to him tonight, and he didn't care. The young thighs were already soft and womanly, like perfect miniatures of a grown woman's. The ass felt like sponge rubber in his hands, and there was a sweet, fresh smell coming from the groin that made his head dizzy and light. He softly licked the pussy all the way from top to bottom, and then pulled her legs over his head and buried his mouth between the asscheeks.
The child squirmed when she felt his tongue searching out her asshole. She shoved one leg back until her knee pressed firmly into her chest, and made herself as open as possible for his mouth. The man started licking and kissing the little puckered hole then, probing in and out. He was setting her pussy on fire!
"AAAHHH!" Joanne moaned. She forced his cock into her mouth until she felt like her jaws would break. Then she began to swallow. She couldn't help scraping the shaft with her teeth, but the movement of his hips told her he didn't mind the pain. The cock was so hard now it felt like metal.
She reached around and ran her hand into the hairy furrow of his crack. After a few seconds of searching she found his own puckered ring, and she let her index finger work its way up inside. She was amazed that he took the entire finger without complaining. When she was all the way inside, he began to buck his crotch into her face, forcing so much of the cock down her throat she thought she would choke.
His sphincter muscle began to grip her finger now, and his mouth shot back to her pussy. The tongue separated the hairless lips and forced itself as deeply into her tight, young hole as it could go. She pressed his head with her thighs and began fucking into his face. He had never made love to anybody so passionate, and he began to imagine that this was Cindy he was eating out. Except for the color of their hair, the two girls were almost identical in size. The thought fired his brain, and his mouth began to feast on the prepubescent cunt like it was starving.
"AGGH!" he cried out as he felt her work another finger into his rectum. "Easy, baby!" he said, his voice muffled against her young snatch. "You'll make me shoot so much I'll fucking drown you in it!"
She had never heard a man talk like that, with the exception of Earl. And to have two men in bed the same night was more than her young passions could endure. The heavy, rich male odor was all over her face now, and in her mouth and nostrils. She worked the fingers around in little circles up his butt.
"EEAAYYHH!" he moaned, and his crotch tensed up. She felt his lower belly become concrete against her nose and forehead.
Joanne fucked harder and harder against his face. The little tingles of warmth were tickling her cunt now, and they were growing in size. Soon, she knew, his tongue would do the same things to her that she had done so often with her fingers.
He pulled his face out of her crotch and worked her tiny clit with his hand while he talked to her. His voice was a hoarse whisper.
"That's it, girl! Suck my cock until you pull the cum out of it! Keep sucking on it, baby! Keep those fingers in my ass! OH! OH! OH, YEAH! YEAH! OHHHHHH--! "
She grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, trying to prevent the heavy load from jetting up and out, wanting him to hold back until her own climax came.
He buried his face so deeply into her tight hole that she thought he was trying to push his whole head up inside. His tongue began to lick everything it could find, and the thought crossed her mind that if she hadn't washed in the shower, he would be tasting his own stuff.
The feel of his tongue inside her and the massaging his hand was giving her clit brought the girl to her climax at the same time she felt a movement at the base of his cock. It felt like ants rushing inside the big veins that she held so tightly in her grasp. And then his load began to spurt into her throat.
"MMGGGPPFF!" he mumbled from her pussy, his mouth still pressed firmly between her legs. His muscle ring clamped her fingers so hard she thought they would be pinched off.
The heavy cream kept coming and coming. She swallowed frantically to keep from gagging, and still the hot load splashed against the walls of her gullet. Some of the cream came up through her mouth and dribbled down over her jaws.
When he felt her orgasm on his tongue, Herb Thatch sucked the pussy like a madman. Her young juices were flowing freely now, and he scooped them up with such energy that she felt like she was being pulled inside out. He knew that this would not be the last young snatch he'd eat in his lifetime, and his heart went out to the little girl who was teaching him to appreciate sex like he'd never had it in all his adult years.
His cock was growing soft now, but the girl continued to suck until the final spurts went into her mouth and down her throat. He reached down and squeezed his balls, making another little dribble for her to lick up. Then he pulled out of her mouth and away from her cunt.
They lay quietly for a few moments, while he gently stroked the cheeks of her ass.
"Don't forget what I told you, Joanne," his husky voice whispered.
"I won't, Mr. Thatch," the girl said.
She slipped off the bed and pulled her nightgown down. It almost touched the floor.
"I'm sleepy now. Can I go back to Cindy's room?"
"Sure, baby," he answered, smiling. "Good night."
"Good night, Mr. Thatch."
Joanne quickly left the bedroom and walked back to where the blonde girl was sleeping
"Hey!" Cindy said, opening her eyes when her friend climbed back into bed. "Where were you."
"In the bathroom."
"You were there a long time."
"I know. Listen, Cindy, I just had a thought."
"What was it?" Cindy asked, yawning. "I was just thinking about Earl and what we did. He wanted to meet some of our friends, right."
"Yeah?"
"Then let's make a deal. He meets ours. We meet his!"
CHAPTER NINE
"Hey, Earl, what you doin' here this time of day?"
The young farmer sat on the stool next to Earl and ordered a beer. They were sitting in Dot's Tavern, a popular roadhouse in the vicinity of the Thatch farm.
"The boss asked me to pick up hay. I was just ridin' by when I got a big thirst."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
"What you up to today, Mac?"
"Nothin' much. Got a couple of chores to finish up, then I don't have nothin' to do 'till milking time in the morning."
Earl had a thought. Mac was a young, husky man, no more than twenty-five. He remembered what Joanne and Cindy had told him this morning before they left for school.
We want a party. You bring at least two men, and we'll bring some of our girlfriends.
But when? If it could be arranged for tonight, Earl thought, Mac would be a perfect man to invite.
"Keep in touch, Mac. Give me a call after supper. There might be a little fun going on at the farm tonight."
"What kind of fun?"
"Pussy fun."
"Woweeeeee-" the other man whooped. "I'll call!"
He finished his beer and left. The stool next to Earl was immediately filled by another man, this one older than Mac. It was Shorty Rogers, the milking-machine operator at the Reynolds farm, the biggest spread in the area. Shorty was a stocky man, about forty-five years old, and from what Earl had heard, a real stud with the women.
"Hey, Earl," Shorty said.
"Hey yourself."
Shorty ordered both of them a beer. "Be my guest."
"Thanks," Earl said.
"Hey, buddy," Shorty said when their beers arrived and he had taken a long gulp. "What's this I hear about you poking your pole into that little Thatch girl?"
Earl almost choked on his drink.
"What you talking about, Shorty? You crazy or something?
Shorty laughed a loud snorting sound.
"Come off it, Earl. There's a lot of people around here know about it. Seems like Timmy Hobbs saw you two out in the pasture, and he's been a'blabbing."
"That little shit!" Earl snarled under his breath. "I'll fix his wagon!"
"Wellll-" Shorty said, taking another sip of his beer, "-before you go fixin' his wagon, how about fixing me up?"
"What do you mean?"
"With the Thatch girl."
Earl thought for a moment. Why not?
"Tell you what, Shorty, call me at the farm right after supper. I might just get a little party together at that."
Shorty smiled broadly, his red face beaming.
"You're a pal, Earl." He patted Earl on the shoulder and left the tavern.
Earl finished his beer slowly, his mind working a mile a minute to organize plans for the evening. He wasn't even aware that the stool next to him had been occupied once more, and he wouldn't have bothered looking at the newcomer if a voice that he knew very well hadn't suddenly spoken.
"This is one hell of a place to find hay."
Earl looked at the man next to him and grinned sheepishly.
"Oh, I just thought I'd stop in and wet my whistle, Mr. Thatch."
"Yeah," Herb Thatch said, "a cold brew tastes good on an afternoon like this."
Earl relaxed. His employer didn't seem to be angry.
"Matter of fact," Herb said, ordering himself a beer, "I stopped in here especially to talk to you. I saw the truck outside when I was riding by."
"Yeah?" Earl said.
"Yeah. I want to make a little suggestion to you. I want you to arrange a little something for tonight over in your cottage."
Earl looked at the man in surprise.
"Arrange something?"
"Yeah. Like a party. A little fun with some girls."
Earl's heart began to pound. The coincidence was almost scary.
"Girls?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Yeah, Earl, girls. You like to fuck girls don't you?"
"S-sure. Sure I do."
"I thought so, Earl. Least ways, that's what I heard. Now lean your head close, because I want to tell you just who's gonna be at this party."
Earl's eyes grew wider and wider as his boss whispered in his ear.
Cindy and Joanne were on the telephone for an hour, but finally they made the contacts they wanted. Bippy and Sharon were twin sisters, redheads, a year older than the blonde and brunette neighbors. And the redheads had a reputation at school for being quite available to certain boys, especially the ones on the football team.
The arrangements were made hastily. Earl had told the girls as soon as they returned home from school that Mr. Thatch was called away suddenly to discuss business affairs in Ohio. He would be gone only one night, but the coast was clear for a party. He said he'd invited three other men, and Cindy and Joanne were expected to bring two more girls.
The redheaded twins arrived at the Thatch house shortly after eight o'clock. It had taken some arguments before their parents gave them permission to spend the night.
"We told them we had to practice a cheerleader audition," Bippy said, putting her overnight case in a corner of Cindy's bedroom. Bippy, like her twin sister, was rather mature for her fourteen years. Both redheads were tall for their age, and they had full, rounded hips and already-prominent breasts. Their hair hung down to their shoulders in soft, natural waves, and their lightly freckled faces always wore a healthy, natural shine. The twins had brilliantly green eyes that seemed to pierce one with their stare.
"Cindy Thatch, did you say what I thought you said on the phone?" Sharon asked.
"Listen, Sharon," Cindy said, "let's be really honest with each other. You and Bippy know quite a bit about boys, don't you? I mean, I've heard a lot of remarks you've made at school, and you sound like you've had a lot of experience."
The twin girls laughed.
"Why lie about it?" Sharon said. "Everybody at school knows what kind of reputation we have. Sure, we really dig boys. And they really dig us!"
Cindy giggled. "Well, did you ever have a grown man, either of you?"
The twins looked at each other and began to giggle furiously.
"What's so funny?" Cindy asked.
"Well," Bippy said, recovering her voice, "we know a couple of salesmen, that's all."
Cindy and Joanne felt a twinge of jealousy shoot through their bodies. Salesmen, as everybody knew, drove cars and dressed in nice suits. And they were always offering to buy the school girls ice cream sodas and things. "Really?" Cindy asked.
"Sure," Sharon said. "We've even gone to motels with them. We wore black wigs!"
The twins lapsed into gales of laughter.
"Well," Cindy said, breaking up the merriment, "that's good. Because we have a party arranged tonight with some older men. And I don't want you to chicken out at the last minute."
"I thought that was the kind of party you were talking about!" Bippy said. "Say, little girl, when did you start fucking around?"
Cindy blushed.
"Joanne and I have a lot more experience than you might think."
"Wow!" Sharon said. "That's neat. We'll have somebody to talk to at school!"
"Where's this party taking place?" Sharon asked.
"In Earl's cottage."
"EARL?" Bippy asked. "Is he one of the men."
"Yes."
"Owwwwww-" Bippy said. She had had a crush on the hired man ever since he came to work for Mr. Thatch. She had seen him driving his truck through the town many times. "He's so cute!"
"Who are the other men?" Sharon asked.
"We don't know," Cindy answered. "I don't think we've seen them. But, anyway, it doesn't matter. Earl went out and bought some little face masks."
"MASKS?" The twins were astounded.
"Yes," Cindy said. "Earl told me that all the guys wanted to wear masks because they don't want anybody to be sure of who they were with later. I know it sounds funny, but I guess grownups are more worried about those things."
"Okay," Sharon said. "I agree."
"Me, too!" Bippy agreed happily. "It sounds real groovy and exciting. Oww, my pussy's getting hot already!"
Cindy and Joanne were a little shocked by the comment, but they were glad the twins were agreeable to the plan. Cindy produced four masks, which Earl had given to her. They covered only the eyes and nose, but they served as a remarkably good disguise nonetheless.
The girls went through the kitchen of the farm house and crossed the dark yard. There was practically no light coming from Earl's cottage, and Cindy began to wonder if there'd been some kind of change in plans. They heard Earl's radio playing at a low volume when he answered the door, nude, and then they noticed that there was indeed illumination inside the cottage, but from one small bulb that gave the room only enough light to barely see by.
Cindy and the other girl didn't say a word to Earl, or even acknowledge that they knew who he was. The man motioned the girls inside and quickly shut the door behind them.
"Each one of you lie down on a different bed," Earl said.
The girls looked around the room.
Earl's bed was a double size, behind the little partition.
"Two of you can go in there," he said. "You two."
He was talking to the redheaded twins. Sharon and Bippy walked over and looked behind the partition. Shorty and Mac were sitting side by side on the bed, completely nude except for their masks.
"Hey," Bippy said, "how about a drink?"
"A drink?" Earl was surprised. "Sure." He went to his small kitchen and poured bourbon and a little water into glasses and brought them back. The cottage was already thick with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke.
Cindy and Joanne refused a drink, and were surprised to see the redheads belting theirs down like pros. When they were finished, they asked for another. Earl served them, and these they took to the double bed.
"Hi," the twins said, smiling at the men. Mac and Shorty smiled back and patted the places beside them on the mattress.
The girls took one last look at Earl's body, excited by the size of his cock, and then slid down on the bed next to the waiting men.
Cindy saw that there was a folding cot set up on the other side of the room, and that the sofa would also accommodate a couple. She saw Earl lead Joanne to the sofa.
"Come here, young'un-let's see how that hot little hole tastes tonight. Cindy could hear Joanne purr from across the room at the man's words. She reflected briefly that she seemed to have a knack for attracting hot-pussied girlfriends. She sat on the edge of the folding cot and began to remove her clothes, wondering where the other man was. Earl had said there'd be three men besides himself.
He must have been reading her mind.
"He's in the bathroom sugar. Hold your horses," Earl said from the sofa. He had laid Joanne back and was in the process of removing her blue jeans. The brunette girl had put her school clothes neatly away in Cindy's closet. The man removed the jeans and slid them over her feet, yanking off her loafers at the same time. Joanne was still wearing her cotton boy's shirt when the man lifted her legs and placed them on either side of his neck. His mouth immediately dipped to the girl's hairless little pussy. He made loud licking sounds that could be heard all over the cottage, and in a few seconds, Joanne's moaning sounds joined the noise.
"Oh, LICK IT! Oh, that's right! Lick it all owveerrr-"
Cindy was nude now, and she tiptoed to the partition that hid the double bed. The sounds coming from that small area were making her curiosity burn.
The redheaded twins were naked now. Cindy had trouble telling them apart and even in their present state they looked identical. One was propped against the bedstead and Shorty, the stocky man, was on his belly between her legs, doing the same thing that Earl was doing to Joanne.
The other twin was on her knees in front of Mac, the younger farmer, who lay back and let the girl suck his big cock and massage his balls at the same time. His hand rested lightly on her head, encouraging her to suck deeply. Mac was moaning softly.
The sights around her had Cindy's pussy steaming. She reached down and put two fingers inside, then managed to squirm a third in after them. She went back to the sofa and crouched beside Earl and Joanne. Even she had to admit that the girl looked very beautiful when she was excited with passion, and her thighs looked plump and well-shaped as they rested on Earl's shoulders. The flat little belly was strained to its utmost in her stretched position, and the navel bobbed up and down with her excited breathing.
Earl's cock was standing straight out from his body now, and it bobbed up and down in the air as he ate the small girl out. Cindy reached over and touched it. She pulled the heavy foreskin all the way back, revealing the pink head, shining and bloated in the soft light of the room. She saw several drops of clear fluid ooze out of the little slit in the end, and she resisted the temptation to lean over and lick them off.
The man's head came away from Joanne's pussy then, and Cindy could see how wet and shiny he had made it. Large trails of his saliva ran the entire length of the puffy lips, and the wetness continued far down into the hole. Joanne's tiny clit was protruding, looking like a miniature penis. Cindy gave the big cock an extra hard squeeze.
"AHHHHHH!" Earl groaned. He worked his legs up over the girl's body and, with Cindy still holding his cock and aiming it, he presented the thick slab to Joanne's waiting mouth.
Joanne began to suck the big pole deeply into her throat. Cindy could see the muscles of the thin neck working hard to swallow more and more of the meat. Then Joanne cupped the heavy balls in both hands and let Earl guide his cock as deeply as he chose.
Cindy reached back and slid her hand into Earl's furry crack. She searched inside until she found the puckered hole, and she began to probe her finger in until it was completely buried. His muscle ring clamped tightly down on the invading finger, and his throat let out a low howl.
"AAAHHHGGGHHH!"
Cindy began to work the finger around in little circles, and the man's hips started to buck hard into the girl's face. Joanne grabbed his cock around the base and once more began to regulate its penetration. In a moment, the man pulled out of her mouth and lined himself up at the gates of her young womb. Cindy guided the big prick again, and felt it slide through her grip and into the tight, tight hole.
"EEEAAYYHH!" Joanne cried out. It was almost a scream, but she did not try to pull away. Earl began to work himself into the little girl slowly, going in and out for several strokes before he fed the hot hole another couple of inches.
Cindy watched in fascination, her heart pounding loudly. Then she was startled to feel a hand on her shoulder.
Cindy looked up and gasped. The man standing over her was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. His body was hard and muscular, and there was beautiful brown hair on the chest and belly and thighs. Half standing out in front of him was the biggest cock the girl had ever seen.
Joanne saw the man walk up behind Cindy and she saw the expression on the blonde girl's face. It was all she could do to keep from laughing out loud. Earl was fucking hard on her now, and didn't seem to notice.
The man reached down and lifted the crouching girl to her feet. He took her hand and led her to the folding cot, then pushed her gently down on her back. He climbed up over her, and gazed down at her face. There was something wonderfully warm and friendly about the man's mouth and jaw. The jaw was so square and the mouth had a firm set to it. Cindy felt the face was almost familiar.
The man spoke two words in a harsh whisper.
"Wet it!"
Cindy was almost breathless with excitement and passion. Her crotch began to soak as she looked up between the big, hairy thighs. Slowly, she brought the cock to her mouth and, still looking straight up into the masked face, began to suck it into her mouth.
CHAPTER TEN
The cock slid back into her mouth until the head pressed the entrance to the throat. It stopped then, and Cindy knew she would have to pull hard on the man's ass to force it down. The head was like a small fist. Swallowing hard helped, and she began to take more and more of it. By the time she was halfway down the pole, she was too stuffed even to choke. The man slowly pulled back and out again, and the blonde girl could breathe normally again.
While he pushed his crotch forward, Cindy began to lick the underside of the cock all the way to the base. The fat, hairy balls fell heavily down and over her chin. She worked her tongue down and began to lick them all over, liking the smell of the masculine privates.
The man swung around and while she continued to make his balls wet with her mouth, he straddled himself over her and brought his face down to the vee at the top of the open thighs.
She felt the sandpaper of his chin scraping against her tender young skin, and then his tongue was licking up and down her pussy lips and driving her crazy with the feeling. Even Earl and Uncle Rudd hadn't licked her so wonderfully! Her mouth began to go crazy on his balls then, and she felt him redouble his efforts on her snatch!
Cindy moaned loudly against the ball sac, but the sound was muffled and it felt to him like she had pressed a vibrator into his nuts. His cock was rock-hard, and rubbing against the soft, forming mounds of her young titties.
He grabbed her thighs and pulled them up and back, exposing the pussy completely to his stare. The lips were bald, except for a few fine curls that were beginning to make themselves known. Underneath the crack, the pink flesh was completely wet, almost oozing. He saw that there was no hair at all on the firm little underbelly, and the virginal beauty of her body almost made him sob with wonder and passion. She looked like her mother would have, as a child-He brought his mouth down again and pushed it as far into her hole as it would go. With her legs splayed open as they were, he was able to probe much deeper, tasting new flesh with each spearing motion.
The girl threw her head from side to side, still moaning, taking her mouth away from the big hairy nuts. She stared up and looked straight into his ass. Her hands reached up and began to massage the firm mounds gently, feeling the tickle of the fuzzy brown hair against her palms.
His mouth was driving her crazy! He was driving his tongue so far up inside her, it felt like a finger! She began to meet the probing movements with her hips, grinding them as hard into the sucking mouth as hard as she could manage.
He reached down and pushed his cock back to her mouth once more, forcing her to take the head again and pull it back to her throat. He almost lost his load when he felt it slipping again into the tight, wet gullet. She was trying so hard to please him, he could have sucked her pussy inside out. He began to bob his hips up and down then, making her take more of his engorged pole with each bounce. She placed her hands against his asscheeks and held them firmly, ready to stop him if she felt herself choke.
Then her first orgasm crashed over her and her pussy became a racing motor against his mouth.
"AH! AH! OHHH!" she moaned, over and over, while the man held her hips perfectly still in his arms and continued to eat her furiously.
"UUUGGGHHH!" she screamed at last, and she thought she would die if his mouth didn't stop its wild sucking. She had pulled his cock out of her mouth seconds before he was ready to toss his nuts, and he finally pulled away from her crotch and breathed heavily. He didn't want to shoot just yet.
He swung around then and, still holding her legs back and her pussy straight up, he forced the fist-like head between the wet lips. It sank with no trouble, and he felt a flash of irritation. He wondered just how many times this little hole had been reamed out. Then the warm walls began to grip and pull him down and inside, making a comfortable home for his meat. He forgot everything but the exquisite sensation the grasping little hole was giving him.
"EEEAAAYYYHHH!" he whispered hoarsely, and placed his face beside hers. He soaked his cock halfway in for several seconds, and then began to slowly push down and sink it home one inch at a time.
When he was all the way in, Cindy almost fainted from the feeling. She felt like her pussy was going to tear in half, and yet it was the most wonderful feeling she'd ever had! Even the stretching Earl had given her hadn't prepared her for the size of this man's cock!! She was being pulled to the limits, and still she held his buttocks and tried to force herself more firmly against his pelvis. His thick, brown pubic hair was grinding into her belly, and his balls slapped heavily against her ass while he started up a series of little thrusts.
She felt another orgasm coming on, and her pussy turned to molten lava around his fucking shaft. The warmth of her tight, wet walls began to trigger the man off. He stopped thrusting, and tried to hold perfectly still to forestall the impending geyser. But Cindy's continual bucking movements pulled him over the brink, and in a moment he was letting a torrent of scalding cream loose inside her. It ran back out of the stretched hole, and flooded his bushy crotch, running down and dripping off his balls.
Herb Thatch's eyes were closed tightly, and he let out a few stifled sobs of passion. Tears had begun to spring to his eyes, so intense was his orgasm.
When she felt him come, Cindy grew panicky! She began bucking against him harder, afraid his cock would go soft before she had the wonderful feeling between her legs. She dug her nails deeply into his buttocks and began hunching wildly against him.
The man had never seen anybody so passionate, not even Joanne. He held her thighs firmly and began to plow her without mercy. He knew he could keep his erection for some time after he came, a technique he had trained himself to do with the girl's mother, who was a slow finisher.
The additional force of his fucking movements were all Cindy needed to bring herself to her second climax in minutes. This one was more intense than the first, and she began to scream so loudly he put his hand over her mouth. He knew that her cries could not be heard by any of the neighbors, but he didn't want the other occupants of the cottage to be alarmed.
"AAAGGHH! UUGGGHH! HMMPPFF! AHHH!! " Cindy moaned, feeling that the waves that descended upon her would never stop, that she would end up drowning under the feeling she was having.
Finally, her cries stopped, and it was no longer necessary to hold her mouth. Herb pulled his hand away, and drew the soft little body to his side and cuddled it. Cindy closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Behind the partition, the redheaded Sharon and Bippy were giving Mac and Shorty the ride of their lives. Both girls sat on top of the men, turned away from them. They bounced their bodies up and down on the big pricks that were buried deeply inside their cunts.
Shorty held Bippy's buttocks in his hands and massaged them while the girl bounced up and down.
"RIDE 'EM, COWBOY!" Shorty yelled, forcing Bippy to bounce faster. "RIDE THAT PONY TILL HE EXPLODES!"
Mac had grabbed Sharon's already-developed tits and was marveling at the firm roundness of them. He wondered how a girl this age could have developed so fast, but he'd seen a lot of country life, and knew that these things often happened in rural communities.
The girls kept looking at each other and smiling. These men were much more satisfying sexually than the guys on the football team!
With a nod to each other, the girls did something they had done twice before with the salesmen who took them to the motel. They came off the cocks at the same time and moved their bodies back until they straddled the men's faces. Both men were eager for another long taste of the young pussies. Bippy and Sharon were already well endowed with pubic hair, and the lips of their pussies were covered with little curly red curls.
Shorty captured Bippy's pussy hair in his mouth and wet it lovingly with his tongue. Then he pulled it tightly between his lips, making Bippy moan with the sensation. She began to grind her cunt back and forth on the man's mouth, making him lick her all the way from her clit to her asshole.
Shorty parted the cheeks of her ass and probed deeply into her anus, rotating his tongue in little circles as he did so. Bippy looked over and saw that Mac had taken the cue and was giving Sharon the same treatment.
Sharon reached down and started massaging her clit. Mac's mouth was spiraling her to another climax, and she knew it would be a big one. Keeping her cunt firmly placed on his hungry, licking tongue, she leaned over and began to suck the head of the dick that had been inside her only a minute before. She worked her mouth down until it circled the shaft just below the head, then she tickled the little slit at the end with her tongue.
Mac started groaning loudly. The young redhead excited him more than any woman he'd ever made love to, and there was still chicken all over the cottage to be sampled. He wondered if the identical Bippy would taste as good, fuck as good, suck as good. His nuts began to boil and churn. He grabbed them in one hand while he continued to massage Sharon's ass with the other. The girl went farther down on him, taking his thick slab almost all the way into her throat, and he knew he couldn't hold off much longer. He began to suck her cunt wildly.
Bippy, never one to be outdone by her twin sister, captured Shorty's big rod in her own mouth.
She prided herself on her sucking abilities, and often she found herself in a kind of pleasant competition with Sharon. She began slowly at first, but when the size of the cock no longer seemed to be a threat, she speared it all the way into her gullet, not stopping until her mouth was buried in his thick pubic hair, and his fat balls were pressed into her nose.
Bippy began to swallow fast. The stocky man's load was filling her throat up with so much cream she had difficulty getting it all into her stomach without choking. Then her own orgasm came, and her cry of passion was lost, except for the vibrations her throat caused on the cock. The stocky man grabbed her ass firmly, holding her on his mouth until the last spasms of rapture had torn through her.
"GET IT! GET IT NOW! AH, SHIT! UGGHH, FUCKING SHIT!"
Mac's cry was heard all over the cottage, and Sharon sucked up and down on the pole, going faster at the same time she made her mouth tighter. The first spurt of his load came so unexpectedly heavy and hard that it squirted out the sides of her mouth and ran down her chin. Some of it shot into her nasal passages.
"EEEAAYYHH!" the young farmer cried. He grabbed her head and forced it roughly down until he buried his cock completely in her throat. Then he let the full torrent of his ejaculation pump out, and the girl struggled to swallow it all. When she finished, she pulled her mouth off his cock and smiled up at him.
"Now me!" she said.
Mac nodded a little numbly. His body felt drained like it never had been before.
Sharon climbed up over him and placed her pussy over his mouth.
"Okay, man," she panted, grinding her pelvis down, "cut the shit now and REALLY eat me out!"
Mac felt quite happy to oblige.
Cindy woke up when Joanne announced her orgasm with a loud scream. Earl had pinned her legs back until her feet were pressed down on either side of her head. Her young cunt was pointed straight up in the air, and her body was trapped. The big man slammed and bruised her pussy without mercy. His body fell against her so hard, Cindy thought her little friend's bones would break. But the scream that finally shattered the atmosphere was one of pure rapture.
After a few choking sobs, Joanne regained her voice.
"GGAAGH! OH, GOD, KILL ME WITH IT! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER! AHHH--! "
Herb Thatch felt his daughter move, and knew she was awake. He'd been watching the activity on the sofa the whole time. He marveled at the way Joanne was taking all the punishment the big, rough, hired man could dish out. He wondered if he'd been this rough with her the night before, and decided that he probably had. Joanne, like his daughter, had a way of begging for it.
Herb's cock was rock hard again, and he began stroking it. The sounds from the double bed behind the partition had been exciting too, and he longed to get a little taste of the redheaded twins' own lovemaking techniques.
Then he felt Cindy move and in seconds she was down between his legs. He felt her mouth take his cock and begin licking it all the way around and over and down. She was sliding along the heavy vein at the bottom now, and her tongue was snaking the ball sac.
Herb groaned and grabbed her hair roughly in his hands. Cindy captured the head of his big pole and started sucking like she meant it.
Earl and Joanne looked over and smiled. Both knew the identity of the man Cindy was blowing, and they thought it was a pretty good joke. They left the sofa and stood close to the couple on the folding cot, watching.
Herb Thatch looked at the two watchers with mixed emotions. He knew he had certain reasons for hating both of them, but he decided if Cindy was ready to become a woman, it would have been some man, some time. And he could tell by the performance she'd given him tonight in bed that she may well have been the one to lead Earl on.
What the hell?
He spread his thighs and allowed his daughter to play with his balls while she sucked.
His guilt feelings were fading fast.
"Come here," he said to Joanne.
The little brunette advanced. Herb motioned for her to come up over him, and she gladly obeyed. He brought her face down and kissed it. Joanne smiled happily. Then he pulled her crotch up and gave it several deep licks.
"Now," he whispered, pulling away from her pussy, "get down there and lick my balls!"
Joanne scooted down beside Cindy, and while the blonde girl continued to suck the slippery pole, she pulled the man's legs wider apart and began to tongue his nuts expertly.
Earl, watching, was beating his meat.
Herb was on the verge of coming again when the voices of Mac and Shorty destroyed the moment's passion.
"Hey, how about another drink."
"Yeah. Where's the fucking bartender."
"Sorry, boys," Earl answered. "We're fresh out."
"Like shit, you say. How about in the big house?"
Earl shot a look at Herb. Herb nodded that it would be all right.
"Okay," Earl called over to the little room behind the partition. "Let's all go over there then!"
Although they were the only people on the premises, everybody yanked trousers and skirts on to cross the yard. They still wore their masks.
Bippy took Earl to Cindy's bedroom the moment fresh drinks were made. Cindy and Joanne still refused. Herb was glad of that. He wouldn't have known how to object to his daughter's drinking without giving himself away. He motioned for Cindy to come with him, not wanting to stay in the bright light of the kitchen long enough for her to get a good look at him, and they followed Earl and Bippy.
At the top of the stairs, Earl said, "There's another bedroom right down there." He winked at Herb.
Herb smiled and led Cindy to his own bedroom. It was dark inside, but the moonlight from the open windows cast golden shadows everywhere. As soon as the two of them had gotten onto the bed. Sharon showed up at the door, drink in hand.
"There's the tall, handsome one. I was looking all over for you!"
Cindy was annoyed. She wanted this handsome man all to herself. But she also was curious to see what Mac and Shorty were like in bed. She quickly decided to keep the atmosphere cordial.
"Come on in, Sharon. Or is it Bippy?"
"It's Sharon."
The redhead quickly climbed onto the bed. She took one side, and Cindy took the other.
"Where are the others?" Cindy asked.
"I think Joanne's doing a double-header on Mac and Shorty."
Cindy giggled. She liked the older girl's sense of humor.
"Well," she said, "let's you and me do a double-header on him!"
With that, she made another beeline for her father's cock.
Sharon straddled Herb's chest and looked down at his handsome, masked face.
"EAT IT, DADDY!" Sharon said.
Herb opened his mouth. If it had been Cindy who'd said, "Eat it, daddy!" he would have had a heart attack.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lilah Hall had re-applied her makeup three times. She sat, nervous and fidgeting, in the living room, inches away from the telephone.-
Why didn't Herb Thatch call her?
It had been such a stupid argument the night before, she was sure he'd get over it. She had.
Of course, ordering him out of her house wasn't the best idea in the world. But she had acted impulsively. After all, he had absolutely no right to contradict her, at the very moment that she was surrendering her body to him.
Lilah was an attractive woman of thirty-five, and since she'd been widowed the year before, plenty of eligible men in the community had paid court to her-or tried to. But Lilah decided not to make the same mistake in her second marriage that she had in her first. This time she was marrying money!
And Herb Thatch had one of the most profitable farms in the countryside. Plus all the real estate he'd inherited from his wife!
No, Lilah decided, ordering him out of the house hadn't been a good idea. The next time she would try a more subtle way to show him her disapproval.
Damn him, why doesn't he call? she thought angrily. It was already ten o'clock. His sulk was certainly lasting longer than she had anticipated.
Despite the fact that Lilah could never love Herb-could never love any man, for that matter, she did appreciate his good looks and rugged physique. She remembered the scene in the bedroom the previous evening, and her hand stole down to the front of her pale green linen skirt and pressed into the crotch.
Herb had brought flowers, as usual. Then he'd taken her almost twenty miles out of town to the best restaurant in the vicinity. When they'd finished dinner, they drove back and went to Lilah's house for coffee. It was the usual routine of their dates.
He usually stayed late, as late as she permitted him, and there had been dozens of sexual overtures. She had resisted them all, and was quite pleased to see that he always reverted back to a perfect gentleman when she politely, but firmly, refused.
But last night she decided to give in, just to keep his interest high. She had also decided to let him get inside her panties just twice before she demanded marriage. In her mind, the plan seemed perfect. In her experience, the first lay was a sort of get-acquainted party, the second was always the most passionate, and the third might not work out at all.
Despite the fact that Lilah had led a sedate life in this town both during her marriage to Homer Hall, and after his death, she'd had plenty of affairs before she met him. And then there were the hurried weekends out of town, to "nurse her sick sister."
Last night, Herb had seemed especially itchy. He refused the coffee she suggested and for the first time since he'd been courting her asked for a drink of something stronger.
"There's a bottle of bourbon. I never touch it, of course. It's been here for a year or more."
"That would be fine, Lilah," Herb said. "With a little water."
"I declare, Herb, I don't even know how much to pour."
"Well, then, why don't you just bring the bottle in here?"
Lilah brought a tray with the bottle of bourbon, two glasses, and a pitcher of water.
"I might just try a very weak one," she said. "Good."
He fixed both their drinks, and they chatted pleasantly for a while. Then he made himself another, stronger one. Lilah was getting alarmed. She'd seen plenty of drinking in her day, but she had no idea about Herb Thatch's capacity. When he made himself a third glass of bourbon and water, she spoke rather sharply.
"I think you've had enough."
"Three's my limit," he said, downing the last drink rather hurriedly.
Then he seemed to be all over her at once. Before she quite knew what was happening, the man was on his knees before her chair, and his hands shot up under her skirt before she had time to stop him.
"NO!" she cried. "STOP IT! PLEASE! STOP THIS MINUTE!"
Herb reached up and cupped one of her breasts. For the first time, she didn't yank his hand away. He began to massage the ample hill, his heart beating fast. It had been a long time since he'd had a woman, and he was willing to make a fool of himself for a chance with this good-looking, auburn-haired woman right now.
"Herb, please-" Lilah said, her voice growing a little husky.
She still didn't force his hand away from her breast, and he let his other hand grow bolder and slide all the way up to her panties. The crotch was dry, but she let his fingers stay there.
"Herb, stop it, do you hear?" she whispered. "You know I can't let you. What would you think of me later? Oh, please, don't take advantage of the bourbon. I'm weak, too, Herb. Please help me to be strong!"
Lilah almost smiled when she saw the effect her words were having on him. His eyes were a bit dazed when he looked up at her from his kneeling position.
"I need help, too, Lilah," he'd said. "I'm asking you to help me out!"
She reached out and gently stroked his hair.
"I want to be needed, Herb," she said, making her voice as convincing as possible. "If you need me so much, then how can I refuse you?"
After he'd removed her clothes and his, he laid her gently back on the bedroom's four-poster. His mouth stayed on her rather big tits for a long time, and she could see how much he had missed kissing a woman this way. She knew, of course, that his wife had been a beauty. And that daughter! Already she was a little fox!
Herb let his mouth draw a wet line down over her navel, her belly. For the first time, she felt a tingle of anticipation. The mouth was going closer and closer to her pussy. Although generally cold-natured, Lilah did experience a most pleasurable sensation when a man ate out her snatch.
"Oh, Heerrrbbb--! " she moaned, when she felt his tongue begin to gently lick the hairy lips. When he found her clit and began to massage it, she grabbed his hair and forced his mouth into her hole. In a matter of seconds, a somewhat weak orgasm shot through her, and it announced the end of her pleasure for the evening. Everything after this would be pure boredom!
"OH, AHHH, OH, no more, dearest. You've made me feel very good. Very wanted. Thank you!"
Herb got up on his knees beside her. His cock was raging hard.
"Please, Lilah! Please let me put it in you. I have to, honey! I just have to!"
His insistence annoyed her, but she made up her mind to carry out her original plan.
"All right, my dearest. Just this once."
Her mind was not on their lovemaking now. She spread her thighs a little mechanically and let him push himself in. The size of his cock hurt, and she knew that marriage with him would be a chore in bed.
While he sawed in and out, her mind wandered to the state of his finances. She'd held her tongue many times when he told about some of the gestures he'd made in helping his late wife's relatives out financially. She knew that when they married, that would be her money going down the drain as well. Without thinking, she chose the wrong time to bring up the subject.
"I want you to stop being so foolish with your money, Herb. After all, you aren't responsible for the welfare of every person who claims to be related to your late wife!"
Herb stopped sawing for a moment. Her pussy was a little dry, and she didn't seem to cooperate.
"Can't that wait, sugar? I'm trying to get my rocks off!"
"That's a vulgar, disgusting expression, do you hear? No, as a matter-of-fact, it can't wait! I think we should discuss this matter right here and now!"
The argument had gone uphill from that point, with the result that she had pulled the unsatisfied man out of her and ordered him to dress and leave. He'd gone, all right, and in a bad mood.
Lilah reached up and pinched her nipples through the linen material of her dress.
Suddenly, she panicked.
Perhaps she had gone too far. She should have given him a little hip action, a little preview of how good it could be. Although she felt little passion herself, Lilah had become an expert at vaginal muscular control.
In a flash, she made up her mind. Herb told her he never went to bed early, and she had talked to him on the phone well past midnight.
She'd drop by his farm and talk to him! A little gesture on her part now couldn't hurt matters. She had a legitimate excuse to apologize, and it wouldn't look as though she was running after him.
Lilah checked her makeup again, patted her lovely auburn hair, and grabbed her car keys.
She arrived at the Thatch house, and noticed the cars parked in the front yard. Two of them she didn't recognize, but Herb's sedan was there, and the truck that Earl, the hired man, usually drove. She parked her small, foreign-made car next to the truck and walked up to the front door.
Nobody answered her knock. She tried the bell. Still no answer. Lilah was confused. There were no lights on in the front of the house, but the kitchen was brightly lit in the back. She walked up the drive to the back door and peered in. The kitchen was empty, but the lights were on, and there were whiskey bottles and glasses all over the big, round table.
"Herb?" Lilah called. "Anybody home?" She banged her fist hard against the back door, and it swung open.
"Yoo-hoo."
She stepped inside the room. The smells of whiskey were strong, and she sniffed them with disapproval.
"HERB? HERB? ANYBODY?"
There was still no answer. Lilah walked through the kitchen. A hallway light showed her the way up the stairs. She had definitely heard sounds from there. Laughter of some sort. She wondered if Herb could possibly have invited some of the boys over for an all-male party. Even Homer had attended parties where those disgusting stag films were shown. Well, she had no business butting in on a thing like that. She stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to go back down.
Then she heard a high-pitched giggle, and then another one. Definitely a woman. Or a young girl!
Lilah continued up the stairs.
Inside Cindy's bedroom, Bippy and Joanne were taking care of Mac and Shorty. The two young girls were lying flat on their stomachs, their legs pulled down over the sides of the bed. Pillows had been placed under their hips, and the men were entering them doggie-style.
"Awww, shit man!" Shorty yelled, pushing his thick tool far into Joanne's hot little hole, "This beats a young lamb any day! And it's just as tight!"
Mac began to hammer hard into Bippy's little box. The redheaded girl was grunting. She had never been entered so completely.
"Yeah!" Mac said, puffing and out of breath. "I'm gonna get a flashlight and make sure I'm in the right hole! This one's about to pinch my thing off!"
Lilah stopped outside the open door. Nobody inside the room saw her or paid the slightest bit of attention. She felt her legs tremble and grow weak. She clutched the side of the doorway for support, and stared in horror at the sight. The men were fully matured adults, but the girls were mere children. She had been a substitute teacher at the elementary school on several occasions, and she gave Bippy a long look.
If that's who I think it is, she has a twin sister! the older woman thought.
The men seemed to be fucking the little girls brutally, but there were no complaints coming from them.
Of course! Lilah thought. They've been served drinks! These men have corrupted minors with alcohol!
Lilah Hall drew herself indignantly to her full height. She was a tall woman, and could look imposing when she wanted to.
She quickly walked down the hallway to the next room where she'd heard sounds.
Herb and Earl were being serviced by Cindy and Sharon. Cindy was between Earl's legs, sucking him, and Herb was getting a taste of Sharon's almost-mature pussy lips.
Finally, Earl pulled Cindy up and sat her down on his cock. He decided that the girl's father wouldn't mind. After all, he'd allowed her to go this far without complaints, so what would be the objection?
Cindy sank down and buried the man's prick inside her. By now, Earl had a familiar feeling. She knew just how to manipulate the man's big cock. It still stretched her, but she knew every place it would go, and just how tightly it would fit.
Herb pulled away from Sharon's cunt and watched his daughter humping on top of the other man. Her young body was as strong and lithe as a panther's. She rode the cock with the same sort of reckless abandon that he alone knew she inherited from her mother.
"Hold it, Earl!" Herb whispered. Cindy thought the whisper sounded familiar. All evening she had been trying to place the man's voice, but he never spoke out above this hoarse, gravelly sound. Herb pushed Sharon away from his cock. "In a couple of minutes, stand up and let me eat you again," he said to her.
Cindy's little pink hole gleamed up at him in the moonlight. Herb hawked and spat a large amount of saliva into the palm of his hand. He lubricated the head of his cock until it was dripping, then he spat again, and made the shaft just as wet. Slowly, he inserted one finger into the blonde girl's rectum. She grunted in pain.
Earl saw what Mr. Thatch was doing, and he put his arms around Cindy, comforting her, but holding her tightly.
"Easy, gal," Earl said. "This is gonna feel good. You'll see." His cock twitched inside her tight hole.
Herb spat on his cock once more for good measure, and, taking his fingers out of the anal passage, he lined up the head of his cock.
"Oh! Oh, NO!" Cindy screamed, realizing now what was about to happen. "NO, PLEASE!"
Herb pushed hard, and the fist-like head of his dick sailed past the sphincter muscle and lodged itself just beyond the tight, muscular ring.
Lilah stood in the hallway in a state of panic. She heard the scream, but it made her more frightened than curious. She had an impulse to run, but she stayed where she was and listened. Then, slowly, she opened the door and looked into the semi-dark room.
Cindy stopped yelling for a moment, and lay crushed against Earl's chest. Her pussy was stretched to its limit, and now this giant thing was going straight up her ass! She knew it would tear her to pieces. The man behind her had stopped for a moment, to let her get used to the feeling. Then he shoved another couple of inches in, and her face was crushed hard against Earl's chest in an effort to muffle her screams.
"Easy, honey. Easy now. It'll feel good in a minute. Your mo-"
Herb stopped talking. Not only had he spoken in his normal tone of voice, but he had almost blurted out, "Your mother liked it this way."
Cindy's total confusion at that moment made her forget the pain the invading cock caused, and before she knew it, the big fat shaft was buried all the way in her bowels. The voice had been so familiar! But she suddenly realized who's voice it sounded like. Daddy's. So there was no possibility that she knew the man behind her.
Sharon hadn't noticed the door open. She was so fascinated by the sight of the double-fuck that she made a mental note to try that with two guys on the football team. She slipped up behind the kneeling man and reached down between the crack of his ass.
"Let me show you how that feels!" she said, and she shoved her index finger into his puckered hole, not even bothering to lubricate it.
"EEAAAOOWW!" Herb hollered. He felt his sperm boiling up and out of his nuts the minute the finger sank into his rectum. His hips began to move like a piston, and he could tell from Earl's gyrations that the other man was almost ready to pop himself.
The added stimulation was too much for Herb. His cum was traveling up the shaft, and he felt his stomach tighten.
The girl's pussy began to do fantastic things to Earl's dick. He felt his own load churning and rising up.
"FUCKING SHIT!" the hired man hollered, "HERE IT IS! AWW, SHITTT, HERE IT IS!"
Then the light was turned on in the room, and a brilliant illumination from the overhead bulb bathed the naked bodies on the bed.
It was as Lilah had thought. No little face mask could disguise the intimate details of the body that had been stripped nude in her bedroom the night before.
She ran across the room and shoved Herb Thatch roughly back on the bed. His still-spurting cock came out of the little girl's ass, and he pinned Sharon's hand, with a finger still up his butt, under him.
Lilah tore the mask from Herb's face at the exact moment that the startled Cindy felt Earl's cock leave her cunt. She rolled over on her side.
First she saw Mrs. Hall, then Sharon, then-oh, god! Then she looked straight into the piercing eyes of her father!
Lilah Hall backed away a few feet.
"You monster!" she cried. Then she screamed. Herb Thatch pulled Sharon's finger out of his ass and jumped off the bed. He crossed to where Lilah stood and slapped her smartly across the face.
"Shut up!"
The woman stopped screaming. The slap had calmed her down.
"Well! So this is how you spend your evenings when you aren't out courting decent, god-fearing women!"
Herb had regained some of his composure, and he merely snorted at her.
"Well see about this! I'm going straight to the police!"
With that, she turned and ran from the room, with Herb running after her.
Mac and Shorty were coming out of the bedroom down the hall to see what the commotion was about. Joanne and Bippy were close behind.
"Catch her!" Herb Thatch yelled. "Don't let her out of the house!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lilah was horrified when she saw that her path down the hallway was blocked. She decided to try to force her way through, but Mac and Shorty caught her easily. She began to scream at the top of her lungs.
"What do we do with her?" Shorty asked.
"I don't know," Herb said. "Just let her scream for a while. Nobody can hear her, anyway."
He returned to the bedroom, and found Sharon helping Cindy to her feet. The girl had fainted. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and looked deeply into her eyes.
"You all right, honey?"
Cindy stared at him for several moments.
"Daddy-daddy! Was that-you?"
Herb hugged his daughter tightly.
"Sorry I played a trick on you, honey. But-shit, it's too complicated to talk about now. You don't hate your daddy, do you?"
"Oh, no!" Cindy cried, hugging him back. "I love you more now than I ever did!"
Herb laughed. It had all happened so fast, but nobody seemed any worse off for the experience, except Lilah Hall.
"Daddy," Cindy said, "was that Mrs. Hall who burst in here?"
"That's right, honey, and I think she's gonna cause a lot of trouble for us."
Cindy thought for a moment. Her thoughts did not seem tq come into focus for a little while. Then her face brightened.
"Daddy! Where is she?"
"My friends are holding her in your bedroom."
"Well-" Cindy started, then stopped. "What is it, honey?"
Cindy thought the idea might be preposterous. But she decided to tell it anyway.
"Last week, when Joanne and I went to the movies in town, we saw a picture where some guy took photographs of another guy, only he didn't know the pictures had been taken because he was drugged and everything. And then the guy that took the pictures said, 'Now just try to stop me from marrying your daughter.' You see-they took the pictures of the man when he was in bed with a girl who wasn't his wife!"
Herb stared at the girl for a moment.
"What in hell kind of movies have I been letting you go to?" he demanded.
"Daddy," Cindy said, "there's no time for that now. What do you think about trying something like that on Mrs. Hall?"
"Hey," Earl said, "I think she might have a good idea at that. It's about the only thing we could do to Lilah, short of blowing her up!"
Herb wasn't sure. He'd been quite fond of the woman. Of course, last night had soured his feelings considerably. She seemed to be so interested in what he did with his money-
"I'll try anything," Herb Thatch finally agreed.
"Good, daddy!" Cindy shouted. She ran down the hallway to her bedroom. Mrs. Hall was being held down on the bed by Shorty and Mac. She had realized by this point that screaming would do no good, and she lay silently in a state of rage.
"Undress her," Cindy said to the men as she searched through her closet. Mac and Shorty, as well as Earl and the other girls, had removed their masks now. There was little reason to keep up pretenses, now that Herb's identity had been discovered. The men looked at Cindy, puzzled.
"Go ahead," Cindy said, grabbing her land camera from a shelf. "We're going to take pictures of her."
"That's right," Earl said, arriving at the doorway with Herb, Sharon, Bippy and Joanne. "Get her stripped down as naked as a jaybird."
Lilah screamed again. Mac gave her a disgusted look and said, "Cool it, lady."
They had the woman stripped in seconds. The young girls were fascinated by the mature body, wondering how long it would take before they could start wearing brassieres to cup large, full breasts. The amount of pubic hair on Mrs. Hall's belly was another object of wonder and envy.
"Shit, man," Shorty said, "this here's a right good-looking woman. Sort of a cross between a filly and a mare."
Lilah Hall spat at him.
Cindy was whispering in Earl's ear. The hired man nodded his head, and then took the position the child suggested.
"Clear away, everybody," Earl said, climbing up over the woman's body. He grabbed her hands and pinned them back behind her. Cindy got between Mrs. Hall's legs and aimed the camera.
"It'll look like she's sucking you off, Earl, even if you don't put it in her mouth."
Earl posed the way the child suggested, and the camera clicked, flashing a bulb as it did.
"Hey, that's neat," Joanne said. "Just like that movie we saw last week, Cindy!"
"That's where I got the idea," Cindy said.
Next, Mac was instructed to turn Lilah over and lift her hips until they pointed straight up. He also held her hands, but the picture looked like a normal position had been assumed for a doggie-style fuck. Even the woman's tightly closed mouth and eyes suggested an expression of passionate abandon. Then Lilah was put on her back. Shorty lifted her legs in front, and Mac straddled her head. In the photograph, the woman looked like she was about to be fucked in the mouth and the cunt at the same time. Her eyes stared straight up at Mac, and the expression on her face might have suggested anything.
The pictures were developing immediately, and several minutes passed between the taking of each one. Everybody made comments about how cleverly Cindy had taken them.
"I didn't know you were such a good photographer, honey," Herb Thatch said. ' "I'll kill you!" Lilah snarled at him.
"Now, now, Lilah," Herb said, "just lie still and everything will be all right. We have to do this. It's the only protection we can think of."
"You're all beasts-MONSTERS!" The older woman was close to tears.
"Oh, come now, Lilah," Herb said. "That's not true. I know it seems to you that way. But maybe some day you'll realize we're only doing what we have to do."
"That's no excuse for humiliating me this way!" she cried.
"Well, I'm sorry about that," Herb said. "I think if you'd try to relax and enjoy it, it wouldn't seem half so bad."
"Monster!" she screamed at him. "And to think that I was seriously considering marrying you!"
"Well, Lilah, I'm really sorry about that. I mean-if you loved me-"
"Loved you!? Hah! That's a laugh! I wouldn't have let you in my front door if it wasn't for your money!"
Lilah was sorry she'd said it. It was not a confession that helped her present situation at all. But the outburst caused her to calm down somewhat.
"My money, huh? So that's why you kept harping about how I handled my financial affairs, is it? Afraid there wouldn't be enough left for you?"
"I could have told you she was nothing but a golddigger, Daddy," Cindy said.
"You little brat!" Lilah screamed at the girl. "Well, well, well," Herb said. "So now we know.
How long were you going to make me wait for that cold cunt of yours, Lilah? Until after we tied the knot?"
The woman simply stared at him.
"Because," Herb said, smiling now, "those dates with you cost me an arm and a leg. So even considering your designs on me, I'd say I spent enough on you to get one fuck back."
"DONT TOUCH ME!" she screamed.
Mac and Shorty held her legs all the way back to her breasts. Her auburn-haired pussy was wide open, splayed obscenely for the benefit of the camera.
"Take your time, honey," Herb said to Cindy as he climbed up over Lilah. "I'll be here a long time. Just wait until you get the right shot."
He leaned down and began to bathe the woman's pussy lips with his mouth. Cindy took a portion of just that area of action. With the wallpaper in the background, and Lilah's gold sandals, she felt it would be convincing even without the benefit of the woman's face.
She was right. The picture turned out perfect, and there was no doubt about who the model was.
"Get me wet, Joanne," Herb said to Cindy's little friend.
Joanne leaned down and began to suck Herb's cock with loud slurping sounds. When she pulled away she looked at the girl holding the camera.
"Don't look so shocked, Cindy. It isn't the first time I've done that to your father!"
Herb laughed, then Cindy joined in.
"Wow!" the little blonde said. "And I didn't think I'd missed one thing that's happened around here!"
The man's cock was glistening now. He pushed it against the hairy lips of Lilah's pussy. It went in easily, and Herb immediately felt that the walls were wetter than they'd been the night before. With one or two thrusts, he had buried himself as far as he could go.
"Why Lilah!" Herb said, "I do believe you're gettin' a hot box!"
Herb pulled out until only his fist-like head was still inside, and with one great lunge he buried himself to the hilt again.
"UGGH!" she grunted. He had pushed her body an inch up the mattress.
He pulled out the same way again, and then shoved home with a thrust so brutal her head turned from side to side, and she gritted her teeth.
Shorty and Mac had been holding her wrists but she frantically pulled herself free of their grasp. Her hands shot to Herb's shoulders, but they did not try to push him away. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and waited for the next assault. She didn't have long to wait. The next thrust shoved her another inch up the mattress, and her nails dug deeply into his shoulders.
"EEAAAYYYHHH!" she moaned.
Herb could tell that she was getting hot. Her pussy was warm now, and it continually gripped him. Even her pelvis had begun to make tiny upward movements, in a shallowly-disguised attempt to match his strokes.
"Aaayyyhhh! Aaahhh!" she began to moan. "YES! YES! Go ahead and DO it!" She turned to Shorty.
"Get me a drink, you horse-dicked moron!" she said.
Shorty was too surprised to do anything but run out of the room, to return a minute later with a stiff drink. He held her head while she took several long gulps. He tried to take the glass away, but she insisted he hold her head until she finished the whiskey.
Herb was amazed at the sight. So she never touched the stuff, eh?
He shoved again, this time so hard her head banged up against the bedstead.
"What's the matter, you bastard?" she asked him. "Afraid you'll break something? Who in hell ever taught you to fuck, anyway. HARDER! FASTER! RIP ME UP!"
He began to bang her harder than ever. The onlookers had never seen anyone get fucked so furiously, or enjoy it more.
Lilah was murmuring little incoherent sounds now, and her nails began to scrape Herb's back.
"Easy, tiger!" he snarled at her.
She reached for his buttocks then, and began to buck harder and harder against him, matching his thrusts one for one. In a few moments, the two people on the bed were covered with sweat, and still their fucking grew more furious.
The young girls had slipped their hands to their crotches, and the three other men wore half hard-ons.
Finally, Lilah's eyes grew wide and startled.
"I-I-WHAT THE-OH, MY GOD! OH, I THINK I'LL DIE! OH! OH! OHHHHH! OH, YES! IT'S HAPPENING TO ME! IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING!! I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG! OH, GOD! EEEAAAHHH!! ! "
It was at this moment that Cindy took her last picture of Lilah Hall making love to multiple men in one hot session.
The older woman asked for another drink, and it took several minutes after she'd consumed it before her breathing returned to normal. When it did, she sat up and threw her shapely legs over the side of the bed. She smiled at the roomful of people.
"Where's the bathroom?" she asked pleasantly. "Just down the hallway, on the left," Cindy said.
"Thanks." She stood up, turned to Herb, and her mouth formed a little kiss. Then she walked quietly out of the room.
"I'd like to dip my wick in that sometime myself," Mac added, squeezing his cock.
"Invite her to dinner," Herb said. "I think she'll be looking forward to a call from you."
Herb was usually a modest man, but at the moment he felt somewhat like a proud rooster. He knew that his cock was the first one Lilah Hall had ever responded to.
In a few moments the woman walked back into the room. She seemed quite unconcerned about her nudity. She picked her clothes up from the floor and brushed them off.
"It's a wonder you didn't tear this," she said to Shorty, holding up her dress.
"I'm real sorry about that," Shorty said. "Honest."
"Don't worry. No harm done."
Lilah walked over to Cindy.
"Let's see the pictures."
Cindy hesitated about handing them over. There were no negatives, and the woman could easily tear them up before anybody could stop her.
"Mrs. Hall wants to see the pictures, honey," Herb said.
Cindy gave the woman the set of photos. Lilah glanced through them quickly, pausing now and then to examine a certain detail.
"Excellent," she said. "It's true. You have a very definite talent for photography."
Then Lilah did an unexpected thing. Instead of putting her clothes on, she folded them neatly across the back of a chair. When they were draped to her satisfaction, she strolled slowly back to the bed and lay down.
"Who's next?" she asked.
The people in the room stared at her with shocked expressions.
"How about you?" Lilah asked, turning to Shorty. "Think you're man enough to follow the last act?"
"Shit, yeah!" Shorty said, climbing up on the bed. "Wait till you see the finale!"
Earl turned to Herb and smiled.
"I don't think you'll ever have to use those pictures," he said.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cindy was just finishing the breakfast dishes. She tidied up the kitchen and tiptoed upstairs. The whole gang had stayed over at the farm house, with the exception of Lilah Hall, who had early things in town to attend to. She said she was sorry she wouldn't be able to see them off, and hoped they'd have a good trip to Ohio.
Cindy looked in on Daddy's room. He and Joanne were at it again. Well, it was the last time, probably, that Joanne would get that big cock up her twat, the blonde girl thought, and decided not to interrupt them.
Then she heard noises coming from her room, and she didn't have to open the door to guess what was going on. She decided to go back downstairs and see if there was anything important they had overlooked before they closed the house up later that morning.
They would be driving to Ohio in Daddy's car, and everything else was being done by professional movers. The farm was sold lock, stock and barrel, with all the heavy equipment included.
But the farm Daddy inherited in Ohio was also ready to go, just waiting for someone to come and take it over.
Herb Thatch had made the decision to move for several reasons. In the first place, Lilah Hall practically lived on his doorstep now, except for the times she was out with every other man in the town who wasn't crippled.
And then there was Cindy. As much as he enjoyed seeing his daughter have a good time sexually, her activities with men old enough to be her father worried him.
If Cindy was going to fuck with men old enough to be her father, Herb reasoned, it was going to be her father!
He wanted her to live in a new environment, take more interest in her school work, and meet boys her own age. And he would screen these young men carefully, he decided. It wasn't natural for a thirteen-year-old girl to care more about the size of their cocks than their family background.
At the moment, however, Herb was thinking about little more than the blow job Joanne was giving him in the bedroom. The brunette girl was putting her heart and soul into this last meeting with her best friend's father. Both the man and the girl had stripped again when breakfast was over. Joanne's small but shapely rump rose straight up as she lay on her stomach, forming perfect mounds.
Herb Thatch was propped against the pillows, looking down at the sight.
He knew he would miss all of Cindy's friends, now that he had come to know them so intimately. The redheaded twins, who were presently entertaining Mac and Shorty in the other bedroom, had been a pleasure to have around since that crucial night when they were all caught with their pants down by Lilah.
Herb almost chuckled at the memory. Lilah had come around, all right. She'd become a good sport, and seemed to be a thoroughly contented woman now, but he shuddered at the thought that he might have married her!
Joanne's mouth left his cock for a moment and started licking his balls. He reached down and gently stroked her hair.
He would certainly miss a lot of things around here, he decided. But making a new life was important, too, when the old one seemed to come to a standstill. Also, he knew he would eventually remarry, and now that Lilah was ruled out, there was little to choose from in the immediate vicinity.
He spread his thighs wider, and allowed Joanne freer access to his nuts. The girl sucked like a trouper. In a moment, he knew, her tongue would be all over his ass. Even now her hands were encouraging him to turn over on his stomach.
Sighing, he turned.
She never seemed to get enough of this. She had told him that the very first sight she'd had of his nude body was in the shower, when he was turned away from her. His back and buttocks would always be what she remembered the most.
Her tongue began to lick each muscular globe, and then it buried itself deeply into the hairy crack.
Herb moaned, and closed his eyes. He shifted his position to make his engorged cock more comfortable, and Joanne took the advantage by spearing her tongue into his tight, puckered hole. He almost went out of his mind!
Sighs and moans could be heard all over the upstairs hallway now. Mac and Shorty were biding their time with the twins. They would have plenty of fun together in the future, but this morning seemed like a very special occasion, what with Earl and Herb and Cindy taking off for new parts.
Mac was able to recognize one from the other now. Bippy, his favorite twin, had a small mole under her left breast, and Shorty could easily recognize Sharon by the slightly different distribution of freckles on the young girl's ass. Each man had found their favorite, and the girls seemed to be pleased with the arrangement.
Bippy had crawled up over Mac's face, and presented his mouth with her steaming young cunt. The man spread the lips with his thumbs and licked deeply inside, feeling her weight come down even heavier on him.
Bippy had multiple orgasms, fast and close. It excited Mac to bring her off with his mouth, and he usually did this several times before he fucked her.
"AAYYHH!! " She screamed, and her voice could be heard all over the otherwise quiet house.
Shorty shoved two pillows under Sharon's ass, and he plunged his thick cock all the way home. The girl had wrapped her legs around his back and locked her heels together, making a tight but comfortable saddle. Mac couldn't get much freedom of movement, so he kept his pole lodged firmly inside her pussy and began a series of short strokes that drove the girl almost wild. He leaned his head down and began sucking her nipples hard.
She pulled his hair and moaned.
"OOOWWW, FUCK IT!" she cried, taking her legs away from his back and allowing him free access for his up-and-down strokes. "SCREW MY ASS OFF! EEEAAYYHH!"
Shorty began to hammer into her with long in-and-out movements. He grabbed her clit and began to massage it. In no time at all, Sharon's excited cries mingled with Bippy's, and the two of them announced their orgasms in a frenzied duet. When they'd come, they rested for a few moments, knowing that the morning's activities were far from over.
Cindy heard the noises and giggled. She brought a phonograph record case out of the basement, knowing that it would fit easily in the car. There always seemed to be things one forgot, if one was not especially careful.
Earl came into the kitchen, slamming the screen door behind him.
"You folks about ready?" he asked Cindy.
"Daddy's saying goodbye to Joanne, and the others are keeping the bed warm for the next owners."
Earl laughed.
"Everything's packed in the car. We're ready when your Pa is."
Bippy heard Earl's voice downstairs. "Come on!" she said to Sharon. "Let's say goodbye to Earl!"
The twins jumped off the bed. "Hey, what about us?" Mac said. "Yeah!" Shorty said, feeling his unsatisfied cock twitch.
"Just be patient," Sharon said. "We'll spend the rest of the day together. This is an emergency!"
Earl was about to go back outside when the redheaded twins came running, nude, into the kitchen. Before the startled man could speak, they pounced upon him and dragged him down to the freshly polished floor.
"Get his pants!" Bippy ordered Sharon. Sharon quickly unbuckled the man's belt and tore his Levi's down over his hips. As usual, he wore no underwear and his cock was as stiff as a pipe. Bippy couldn't wait until the pants were all the way off. By the time Sharon was taking off Earl's shoes, Bippy was sucking the fat pole like a starved person.
"Hey! Hey! I got work to do!" Earl said, laughing. "You young'uns don't know what farm work is like!"
Bippy sucked deeper while Sharon began to remove his shirt.
"Uh--! " Earl sighed, rotating his hips in little circles. "I guess the work can wait!
Cindy had been watching, amused, from across the room.
"His work here is all finished!" she called to the twins. "Give him hell!"
Then she went upstairs to her bedroom, knowing who'd be there.
Mac and Shorty were still stripped, and in seconds Cindy was as naked as they were. She jumped up on the bed and both men embraced her.
"I'm gonna miss you two cruds," she said.
"We're gonna miss you too, sugar," Shorty said, running his hand over her small, smooth ass.
"We sure are!" Mac said, reaching between the girl's thighs and massaging her hairless pussy lips.
"Then let's say goodbye to each other the proper way!" Cindy said.
She got on all fours, leaned down, and took Shorty's cock in her mouth. After two seconds of manipulation, she plunged the fat shaft all the way down her throat.
Mac got behind the blonde girl and, rising to his knees, pushed the head of his cock up against the little lips of her vagina.
Cindy pulled Shorty's meat out of her throat with a plop.
"GO AHEAD! IT'S WET!"
At the same time she recaptured Shorty's cock, Mac drove all the way home with one thrust. Soon the sounds of sucking and fucking and bed-squeaking filled the house.
In the other bedroom, Herb was sweating so much the perspiration dripped down on Joanne's body.
He had the little brunette pinned down on her back, her knees pressed firmly into her budding breasts. The little nubbins of her nipples were completely erect, stimulated by the sucking Herb had given them. The girls head was thrashing from side to side, and she seemed to be slipping into another world.
"GAGH! UGH! AGH!" she grunted, each time Herb speared his big dong into her, giving her a fucking almost as hard as the one that had brought Lilah to her senses.
Her small pussy was tilted straight up, and as he looked down he saw the way he stretched and pulled her, turning several inches of her cunt walls inside out.
Joanne tried to buck up against his slamming pelvis, tried to match his thrusts. In her present position, it was impossible. He was fucking her through the mattress.
"WATT! WATT!" she screamed, clawing his shoulders. "I'M ALMOST-ALMOST-GGAAAA-HHHH! AHHHHHH--! ! "
Her mouth formed a cold, thin line, and for a moment Herb thought she had fainted. But her clutching, grabbing pussy walls told him she was in control of her feelings.
When he finally pulled out, he drew the girl close to his side. She buried her face into his hairy chest.
"I'll cry when you leave, Mr. Thatch. Nobody will ever be able to satisfy me in bed anymore."
Herb chuckled. He stroked her black hair, and noticed how comfortably soft she felt lying next to him. So warm and tender-
A thought shot through his brain like a rocket!
"Listen, child," he said, "you got four more years of school, right?"
"Right," Joanne answered.
"Well, let's see-" the man continued. "That means that if I wrote your Ma and Pa for permission, you could come up to our new farm and spend your summers with Cindy!"
The girl almost jumped with excitement.
"COULD I?"
"Sure," Herb said, pressing her closely again. "We'd have three whole summers together before you graduate. After you graduate, you'll be seventeen."
"I know, Joanne replied. "I'll be a real woman then."
Herb chuckled.
"Well, sugar, you know that real women start gettin' marrying ideas. And seventeen isn't too young to get hitched. Lots of girls marry at that age."
"Yes," Joanne said. "I know."
"But of course-" Herb went on, "-there'd be a big difference in our ages!"
Joanne pulled away from him and stared into his eyes.
"You mean us?"
"Only if you still want to, sugar. I know I could wait for you!"
"Oh, Mr. Thatch!" Joanne cried, squeezing his neck, "I can't wait to be Cindy's stepmother!"
The idea startled Herb a little, but no more than all the other events of this crazy summer!
Earl had just gotten back into his clothes when Cindy, Herb, Joanne, Mac and Shorty arrived downstairs, fully dressed. Sharon and Bippy ran upstairs, pulled on jeans and shirts, and joined the others, who were already walking to Mr. Thatch's sedan. They said their good-byes quickly, and the car pulled away. Nobody seemed to want a drawn-out farewell. Joanne had seemed especially upset, but her eyes were glistening with all kinds of new excitement behind the tears.
When Herb, Earl and Cindy had reached the main highway, they settled down for the long trip ahead.
"Why don't you sit back here with me, Earl?" Cindy asked from the back seat. Earl smiled around at her.
"Later, sugar, I'm awfully pooped right now." He had recognized the tone of her voice.
Herb, who was driving, yawned.
"I invited Joanne to spend her summers with you, Cindy."
Cindy whooped with joy.
"But I don't want you two prowling around looking for grown men! Promise?"
Cindy crossed her fingers behind her back.
"I promise," she answered.
"And since we agreed to always be honest with each other from now on," Mr. Thatch added, "I might as well tell you that I asked Joanne to marry me when she gets out of high school."
Cindy was shocked speechless. Earl's cock gave a twitch inside his Levi's.
"Well!" Cindy said, recovering her breath. "I don't know if I like that idea!"
"You'll get used to it, sugar," Herb said.
"I guess so, Daddy. But it might take a lot of getting used to!"
Herb chuckled.
After several hours of driving, Herb made an announcement.
"We're taking a different way, a sort of detour."
"Oh?" Cindy asked. "Why?"
"I wrote to your Uncle Rudd and Aunt Flossie, and said we'd spend a couple of days with them. I haven't seen him in over a year. You like Uncle Rudd, don't you, Cindy?"
Cindy thought about the cherry-busting night she'd spent with her uncle shortly after Mother died.
"Oh, yes, Daddy! I like Uncle Rudd a whole lot!"
Cindy felt the crotch of her jeans dampen in anticipation.
"That's good," Herb Thatch said. "He always seemed to like you, too."
