"You were both sensational," I said. "It was an incredible experience, and it was twice as good because you shared in my sex lesson."
So there we lay-me in the middle-Sarah and Valerie curled up against me, one on each side, as I waited for my sexual juices to replenish themselves. My right hand toyed with the bouncy springy nipples of Valerie's tits, while my left hand wound its way through Sarah's hairs. And the two of them reached out occasionally to stroke my groin.
"What shall we do to Arnie next?" asked Valerie, placing her head on my chest as she talked across my body to her sister.
"Oh! We'll think of something. This is a hot hunk of man."
CHAPTER ONE
I walked down the long second-floor hallway of Aunt Ruth's farmhouse. The only illumination was a tiny ten-watt nightlight that protruded from a socket near the floor in the middle of the hall. My room was at one end of the hallway, Aunt Ruth's at the other, with the rooms of my three girl cousins in between. As it was my first night at the farm since coming west from New York City, I thought I'd go say goodnight to Aunt Ruth and thank her for having made me feel so welcome. Since I would be her guest for the rest of the summer-a total of some ten weeks-I thought such amenities were in order.
I was virtually tiptoeing down the hallway, partly out of concern for my cousins whom I assumed were asleep by now, but also because the hallway was so dark I had difficulty finding my way. At last I found myself standing outside the rough oaken door that had long been the guardian of my aunt and uncle's marriage room. Had been, that is, until Uncle Hank had died the previous winter of a heart attack, leaving my aunt a forty-eight year-old widow with a farm to run and three teen-age daughters to raise.
I was going to knock on the door, but then I realized that Aunt Ruth might also be asleep. I didn't want to wake her, so I quietly turned the old brass latch, and opened the door the tiniest crack.
A dim ray of light fell across my feet, and I determined that Aunt Ruth must therefore be awake-probably reading-and started to go on in. But I was stopped by a strange sound that could only be described as a moan. I listened carefully, and the moaning sound continued, even increasing in intensity.
What could it mean? I asked myself. Is Aunt Ruth sick? But, no, she couldn't be sick. After my cousins had gone to bed early in the evening-farm days beginning at five a.m.-Aunt Ruth and I had stayed up talking until just half an hour before, and she'd been fine. Chipper, in fact.
No, I reasoned, she isn't sick. She can't be sick. She must be having a nightmare. With her beloved husband so recently dead, nightmares must have been a common occurrence. But then why was the light on? Another bit of simple reasoning told me that she'd probably intended to read, and had fallen asleep with the book or magazine still in her lap.
My first instinct was just to let things be, to close the door as quietly as I had opened it, and to return to my bedroom. But as the moaning became still louder, I thought that Aunt Ruth must be experiencing some terrible vision, some immensely terrifying apparitions, and I decided to go on in and wake her, to relieve her of her torment.
And so I opened the door halfway and stepped into Aunt Ruth's bedroom, only to be shocked into a state of frozen bewilderment by what I saw before me. There was Aunt Ruth, the sheets and blankets thrown back, stretched out naked upon her bed, as she plunged two of her fingers into her gaping cunt.
She was too carried away by her own passion to notice me, and I was too dumbfounded even to move. I stood in plain view of her for the next few moments and just watched. Perhaps I should explain that although I had just passed my seventeenth birthday, I was still a virgin, and I had certainly never seen a woman masturbate herself before.
Aunt Ruth had thrown her pillow onto the floor, and her head was tossed back, rolling from side to side-eyes closed-as she fingered herself toward orgasm. But she was apparently not content to just toss herself off quickly and be done with it. Starved for normal sexual release as she must have been, she seemed intent on savoring this fingering she was giving herself, torturing herself toward her climax as if she were with an actual love partner.
I had only casual acquaintance with the mature female body. I'd seen my seven-year-old sister's titless chest and hairless cunt many times, but I didn't really think that counted. It certainly had never turned me on. And I'd seen my mother's small sagging tits and brown, sparsely haired bush on a few occasions when I'd accidentally caught her dressing or coming out of the shower. But I'd never had a chance to study my mother's body-nor had I thought to avail myself of the opportunity-and with the girls in school, it had been some soul-kissing and a few feels, nothing more.
I realized that if I continued to stand where I was, I'd eventually be spotted, and the consequences of that could be disastrous. I had visions of being placed on that next train out of Topeka back to New York, and that would never do. I'd been looking forward to this summer vacation too enthusiastically and for too long.
And so I retreated back into the hall, and just left Aunt Ruth's bedroom door slightly ajar. There I was, all but invisible in the gloom of the hallway, and there I could feast and satiate myself on this delicious and highly erotic sight.
Aunt Ruth had removed her fingers from her cunt hole and was now gently stroking her clit, while with her other hand she caressed her breasts, occasionally pinching one or the other of her nipples between her fingers.
I had noticed that her breasts were ample earlier that day when she had picked me up at the train station in Topeka, but she wore a loose-fitting cotton dress with a sweater over it, which gave little definition to her body. But now, totally exposed and falling free over her chest, I saw that her tits, while somewhat loose and flabby, were huge and full, great fleshy mounds that stirred my fantasies and began to cause a tightening in my loins as I gazed at them.
Her nipples were large and fully erect. They were thick and colored a sort of rich dark brown. As Aunt Ruth manipulated them with her fingers, they seemed almost rubbery, snapping back into place when she let them go. I wished that she would sit up in bed so that I could see the full magnificence of her breasts as they jutted forth from her body, but that night would provide no such opportunity.
However, that didn't matter. What was really important was that I was having the chance to fully explore a woman's body with my eyes, and to see not just a naked cunt and a pair of naked tits, but to watch them fingered and manipulated for sexual pleasure, put to the use for which they were intended.
And as my eyes roamed down over my aunt's now writhing torso, they came to rest on her great hairy cunt-the part of her body I would most remember from that night, and the part of her body I would come to know best and to cherish most dearly throughout the rest of the summer.
Aunt Ruth's cunt slit was so large from its many years of fucking, that it was a visibly open hole, even from twelve feet away. The inner lips around her cunt hole were a deep reddish brown, and they were covered with a glistening wetness that oozed from within her cunt and now ran down between her legs to where it soaked the sheet beneath her.
Her outer lips were heavy and pendulously long, forming a thick protective shield for the juicy goodies inside of them. But now they were opened wide, held back by her fingers so that she could get at her cunt hole and her clit with her searching fingers. And her clit itself-how spoiled it made me. It was the first I had ever seen, and, at once, the biggest I would ever come to see. It protruded like a blood-red bulb from within its fleshy sheath, and I could see it twitch with every stroke and pinch from her fingers.
But what I think turned me on more than anything was the great forest of hair that made up Aunt Ruth's cunt bush. Thick black hair formed a huge mat over her lower abdomen. And then it spilled over in all directions. Her cunt hairs ran down along the inner portion of her thighs, up and over her outer cunt lips and then down into the crack of her ass. On her thighs and between her legs, her hairs were matted down by the steady flow of cunt juice that was now running in tiny rivulets from within her hole. And then her hairs continued down the tops of her legs, thinning out but still visible, so that whenever I would see Aunt Ruth in shorts or a bathing suit, I'd immediately look at the upper portion of her legs for the trail of hair that led to her delicious cunt, that treasure of flesh and juice that I had first feasted on that memorable summer night.
And, in the other direction, there was a trail of hairs that led up from her cunt-bush to her navel, a narrow black trail which she had tried to shave, but which had only grown back thicker and more wiry from her efforts. Even in my youthful innocence, my instincts were carrying me away. Without even knowing that it was an acceptable sexual practice, I found myself yearning to bury my head between Aunt Ruth's legs, bury my head there and suck on her fleshy folds of skin, bury my head there and drink the juices that were seeping from her cunt.
And as I indulged myself with what were then mere fantasies, I felt my cock grow hard and thick within my pajama bottoms. I had worn not just pajamas, but, in the cause of modesty, a robe as well, and yet as I looked down between my legs, my cock had forced both pajamas and robe to move back a good nine inches.
Yes, nine inches. Although I was barely seventeen my cock had matured early, having grown to virtually its full adult size. And it was my pride and joy, as well as the envy of all my friends who had seen me in the shower at school or while changing clothes. For my cock was almost as big when flaccid as when erect. It didn't get a great deal longer when I was excited, so much as it thickened, grew hard, and jutted forcibly outward like a ramrod of human fuck-flesh.
And now it was not only jutting forth it was twitching in arousal, for never had I observed a scene such as this one. I parted my bathrobe and then removed my cock from within the cottony confines of my pajamas. It was swollen thicker than I'd ever seen it, and I could barely close my hand around its width. I often masturbated to the sight of naked women in girlie magazines or to the words of erotic fiction, but never before had I been face to face with the real thing, and my cock seemed to know this and to respond accordingly.
Aunt Ruth was still fingering her clit with the fingers of one hand as she massaged her nipples with the other. Only now her moans were even louder, almost like sobs, and the motions of her fingers were becoming increasingly frantic. Her chest rose arid fell heavily, her breathing coming in gasps, and as she continued to stroke and finger herself, I began a slow rhythmic jerking of my cock, beating off in time to the tune she was setting.
I could feel my balls swelling up, pressing against the underside of my cock. I could feel an aching coming from deep within my groin, and I knew that when Aunt Ruth reached her climax, I would be there with her.
As I continued my furtive observation, Aunt Ruth began to rub her clit more firmly, and then she was actually pressing it and squeezing it until I thought that surely she was hurting herself. And, indeed, I think that pain was a part of her pleasure, because her face grew contorted, and she let out a few stifled screams. I thought for a minute of what would happen if her sounds should arouse any of my cousins, for there I was, my cock exposed and swollen beyond hiding, standing in the hall and staring into my aunt's bedroom.
But this wasn't a time for reason. I was carried away with my sexual arousal, and even if all three of them had come out of their bedrooms, I doubt that I'd have stopped.
Aunt Ruth, having tortured her swollen clit to the limit of its endurance, now began to plunge her fingers into her cunt once again. She abandoned her breasts, and used that hand to part her cunt lips even wider, stretching them as far as they would go to provide her other hand free access to her oozing cunt.
At first she had just one finger inside her-then two-and finally three. Christ, what a cunt that woman must have, I thought. She would alternate between thrusting her fingers in and out and between rotating them in a circular motion within her cunt. First in and out, then in the circle. Now one way, now the other.
As she continued this action, she began a stream of words, words that would carry her to the peak of her orgasm. First as barely audible whispers, then louder and louder until she was all but screaming.
"Oh, Hank, fuck me now. Take me. I'm all hot for you, Hank. Feel my cunt, baby. Feel how juicy it is, how big. Let me touch your cock, baby, your big thick juicy cock. Oh, yes, that's it. Put it in, baby. Fuck mama. Fuck her good. Fuck her brains out, baby. Give mama a great big cum.
"Oh, you're so big, Hank baby, so good. Oh, ram it into me. Make me wild. Fuck me like an animal, Hank baby. Shoot your spunk up my red-hot cunt. Shoot your cream into my wide open womb. Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... "
The combination of sights and sounds was driving me wild, and without consciously realizing it, my hand had begun flying up and down the shaft of my cock, bringing me to the brink of cuming, of shooting my jism all over the floor of the hallway.
And then Aunt Ruth began to cum, and as she did, her head jerked up and down on the bed-her eyes now bugged open but unseeing-and her body began to shake and tremble all over as if convulsed by a fit.
"Now, Hank, now. I'm cuming. Yes, oh yes. Cuming. Fuck me. Shoot. Ram me. Fuck me. Shoot your spunk, baby. Fuck ... cum ... spunk ... fuck me ... Hank ... I love you ... I'm cuming ... oh, shit, piss, cock, fuck, shit, piss, fuck ... I'm cuuummm-ming ... "
And as Aunt Ruth writhed out her orgasm for only me to hear, I felt my own climax coming on, my cock twitching and spasming out of control. I took my bathrobe and folded it over my cockhead, as wad after wad of hot creamy jism shot out of my cockslit into the soft terrycloth fabric. And as my orgasm ended, I was standing with my receding harden in one hand and a pool of spunk which had seeped through my robe in the other.
Aunt Ruth lay back on the bed without moving, her three fingers still inside her cunt. She seemed to have lapsed into unconsciousness after the exertions of her orgasm, and I took this opportunity to make my getaway.
I tucked my cock back inside my pajamas, wiped my cum-covered hand on the outside of my robe, and returned to my room to contemplate my first night as a farmboy.
The following morning at five-thirty a.m., the entire family was gathered in the kitchen for breakfast. But as Aunt Ruth scooped the hot oatmeal into my cereal bowl, I couldn't help but look through the loose-fitting bathrobe she was wearing to recall the treasures I had witnessed the night before. And then, as she leaned over to pour me a glass of milk, her robe billowed out from her chest, and I had a brief glimpse of her giant hanging tits.
Aunt Ruth must have noticed my glance, for she flushed slightly and then clutched her robe modestly against her chest. How strange, I thought, that she should be such a demure and even shy housewife this morning when she had been such a wanton sex-starved animal just a few hours earlier.
I looked around the breakfast table at the other three members of the Pennington family. I had only met them for the first time the day before, but it was apparent that my three cousins each had very separate and distinct personalities.
Sarah, the oldest, was eighteen. She was a tall raven-haired beauty with a lusciously mature body and a rather cold face that was accentuated by deep-set and piercing eyes. She seemed somewhat aloof by nature, and indeed, she was the only one of the girls who had not bothered to meet my train the day before. Since my arrival, we had exchanged only a handful of words, and it seemed as if she would be the most difficult of the three girls to get close to.
Valerie, at sixteen, was the middle child, and the most talkative and outgoing of the three. It was Valerie who had rushed up to me impulsively at the railroad station and planted a welcome kiss on my lips, and it was Valerie who was brushing her leg against mine and looking at me seductively as we sat at the breakfast table.
Valerie had unkempt stringy brown hair which she allowed to fall loosely over her slightly chubby but nonetheless very pretty face. And what made her face even more appealing was the fact that it was almost always adorned with smiles, smiles that caused the most adorable dimples to crease her sunburned cheeks.
Trish, the baby of the group, was just fourteen, and she was a shy, giggly little girl who was just starting to show the first traces of puberty. She had the beginnings of breasts and the beginnings of a woman's figure in her hips, but beneath the curly blonde hair was the face of an innocent child.
And as of that first morning, innocent as it was, I soon learned that everything at the Pennington farm was subject to sudden and unexpected change.
I said earlier that I had never met my cousins before, and that might sound strange in this era of jet travel. But my father's brother, Henry Pennington, had left the East right after high school, to fulfill his boyhood dream of escaping big-city life and living off the land.
He had settled on a two hundred acre plot of land some twenty miles west of Topeka, Kansas, and it was there that he built a farm, married the local school teacher, Ruth Spencer; and raised his family of three daughters.
Uncle Hank never made a lot of money, and so he couldn't afford to come back to New York in all the thirty-four years he lived in Kansas. And my father never really cared enough to take us out there for a visit. So I grew to the age of seventeen knowing that I had an aunt, and uncle and three cousins who lived on a farm in Kansas, but the only contact I ever had with them was birthday and Christmas cards, and an occasional phone call from us to them just to make sure they were surviving.
But I guess there was some of Uncle Hank's blood flowing in my veins, and starting with the summer after my sixteenth birthday, I began asking my parents if I could go out to Kansas and spend a summer with my father's brother and his family. At first they insisted I was too young to go off like that on my own, but by the time I was seventeen, and with Uncle Hank having died and left Aunt Ruth alone with the three girls, my parents finally relented. I think Aunt Ruth had a lot to do with it, because after Uncle Hank's death she began to write to us almost every week, going on and on about how lonely she was, and how even though she'd never met any of us in person, we were the only family she had besides her daughters.
So here I was, about to start my first day as a farmhand on a farm that had thirty milking cows, fifty acres of grazing land for the cows, and a hundred and fifty acres of corn, wheat, and beans.
Aunt Ruth, Trish, and a farmhand named Ned Sparks took care of the cows, while Sarah was the boss of the rest of the farm. She rode around on a horse all day, supervising the planting, weeding, and harvesting of the crops-each according to its season-while Valerie and I joined three other farmhands in working the fields by hand. This wasn't a harvest season, so our main task was to see that the crops were growing as they should, and to remove weeds that were getting in the way, or spray crops that had been attacked by various types of insects indigenous to Kansas at this time of year.
At harvest time, Aunt Ruth took on additional men, and the heavy equipment was brought out, but on this day, with Valerie as my instructor, I went out into the fields to pick weeds. Valerie showed me how to distinguish dangerous weeds from harmless grasses, and how to break open sample ears of corn to check for bugs. It was simple work, the exercise under the hot Kansas sun was invigorating, and I was glad to be away from the sweltering and polluted streets of New York.
I took off my shirt and let the sunshine bake my skin as sweat poured off my back. Valerie worked alongside me that first day, and I noticed that she had taken off something too-her bra, to be specific. Valerie was wearing jeans cut off just below the knee, and a blue workshirt. Her breasts were small and firm, and so at first I just assumed she was wearing a bra. But as the sun rose higher in the sky, and both Valerie and I grew hotter, she unbuttoned her shirt down to the crevice between her breasts and untucked the shirt bottom from her jeans, tying the shirt tails into a knot just below her bustline.
Now, as she bent over to resume her weeding, there was no more cloth covering her tits than you'd find on a bikini, only this bikini hung so loose that every time she leaned forward, the shirt fell away from her body, giving me an almost total view of her exquisite pear-shaped titties.
The sight caused my mouth to go dry with desire. I had never seen a girl my own age exposed so completely, and I had a compelling urge to just reach out and touch one of those inviting breasts with my virgin fingers.
Valerie looked up at me as I was staring, and I quickly turned away. But she'd seen what I was doing. She knew what I was thinking. Yet Valerie wasn't fazed a bit. She smiled up at me, then laughed seductively as she returned to her work. She made no attempt to button up her shirt, no attempt to conceal the fresh young breasts I ached to see, to touch, to suck.
I resumed my work beside her, my fingers attending to the weeds among the cornstalks, my eyes riveted on Valerie's breasts. Her upper chest was deeply tanned, so that there was a sharp white line where the rise of each breast began. They weren't large like her mother's, and as I looked even more closely, I realized that they didn't jut out perfectly straight as I ,had first imagined. They weren't the breasts of my wet dreams and fantasies, and all the more alluring for being so. They sloped down slightly, though the muscles had the firmness of youth, and then they swept upwards towards the tips, so that the now erect pink nipples pointed toward the sky.
I felt my cock swell and harden as it rested along the upper part of my left thigh. I looked down and realized that if I were to stand, my harden would give me away. I was flustered and confused, and then as my gaze returned to Valerie's intoxicating breasts, my confusion was compounded. She turned to me again and looked deeply into my eyes.
"If you want to see them, why don't you ask?"
"Huh ... wh ... " I stammered.
"My breasts. If you want to see my tits, why don't you ask?"
"I never thought ... I mean, I wouldn't dare ... " By now I was blushing crimson.
"I knew you were looking at them, and I didn't try to hide them. That should have told you something."
"I didn't think you realized," I mumbled.
"Then you're even more naive than I thought, cousin Arnold," she Said. "Of course I knew you were looking at my tits. I like men to look at my tits. Or even boys-boys like you, cousin Arnold."
"Arnie," I blurted. "My friends call me Arnie."
"Well then, Arnie," she said, standing up and placing her hands on her hips, "do you want to see my tits or don't you?"
"Yes ... yes," I said, embarrassed that I couldn't stop stammering.
"Then ask me," said Valerie, teasing, her lips spread into a broad provocative grin.
I stood up beside her, ray legs shaking. "I'd like to see your tits, Valerie," I said.
She laughed, and the combination of woman and child was blended for that instant. "Then I'll show you," she said, and with that, she undid the knot in her shirt and the single still fastened button, and her gorgeous breasts fell free, completely exposed to my hungry eyes.
"There," Valerie said as I stood staring in silence. "Do you like them?"
"Yes, they're beautiful," I said. "They're the most beautiful things in the world."
"Do you want to touch them?" she asked.
"Yes. Yes, I do," I blurted.
"Then go ahead, Arnie. I'd like you to touch them."
I needed no further invitation. I reached out and cupped one of her tits in each hand. They were an almost perfect fit, an even handful. I could feel the heat emanating from their flesh, and the hardness of her nipples as they dug like hot pokers into my palms.
"Do they excite you, Arnie?" she asked.
"Yes, very," I said, realizing that for the first time in my life I was touching a woman's naked breasts.
"Are you hard, Arnie? Are you good and hard?"
Without waiting for an answer, Valerie pressed her hand against my cock, which felt as if it would burst through the confines of my Levis.
"Ummmm, yes you are," she said. "Big and hard. Very very big." She laughed again.
With that, I took Valerie in my arms and pressed my mouth against hers, forcing my tongue between her teeth. But to my great surprise, she now pushed me away.
"Not now," she said, buttoning her shirt back up and retying it in front of her. "That's all for now."
"But ... but why? I ... I thought ... "
"Because Sarah could come riding by on her fucking horse," said Valerie.
"And she'd tell your mother," I said, thinking I was finishing her thought.
Valerie flashed her most seductive smile, and her eyes began to sparkle. "Tell my mother? Hardly. I'm just afraid she'd want you first."
"Well then, when?" I asked.
"I don't know when," she said, kissing her fingertips and then pressing them against my lips. "But soon ... very soon."
Valerie and I continued to work side by side throughout the morning, her tits in constant view, my cock in constant hardness. That I didn't blow my load in my pants was the result of the greatest self-control.
In the afternoon, satisfied that I had mastered the rudiments of weeding, Sarah split up Valerie and me, assigning each of us to a different area of the field. And so, as the day wore on, and the heat of the sun subsided, I curbed my passion and waited for the next series of events to unravel.
At dinner, Valerie sat beside me and rubbed her leg against mine, every now and then sliding her hand into my lap, which immediately gave me an aching harden.
"Still hard, I see," she whispered as she leaned across me to get the butter.
"Valerie, you know better than to reach like that," said Aunt Ruth. "If you want something, just ask for it."
"Yes, mother," said Valerie. "Actually, that's what I was telling Arnie just this morning." She laughed, and I had the distinct impression that Sarah picked up the message. She arched her eyebrows and looked at Valerie as if to say, "Hands off," which was odd since Sarah still hadn't given me the time of day.
But for all my expectations, the evening was frittered away in small talk and television watching, and by nine, I was sitting in bed alone, staring at one very hard and very horny cock that was sticking its full nine inches out into space.
Not only did I have a hardon, but there was a deep aching sensation that began in my balls and seemed to spread throughout my entire groin-the result of my sexual stimulation earlier in the day, stimulation that had gone unreleased. I touched my fingers to my cock and it felt hot. The veins and muscles were bulging through the ordinarily smooth skin, as my spunk welled up in my balls, spunk that was waiting to be sent spurting out of my cock slit.
Well, I thought, as I wound my hand around my cock, a good handjob is better than nothing, and I'm gonna give myself a pisser. I removed my hand from my cock for a moment and spit some saliva into my palm. Then I rubbed the lubricating fluid all over my cock's shaft and head, and particularly on the delicate underside of my cockhead, where just the slightest rubbing could cause me to blow my load.
I began to jerk myself off slowly, torturing my cock by bringing myself repeatedly to the verge of cuming, and then letting go, allowing the spunk to recede down the shaft and back into my balls. I had begun to beat off out of resigned frustration, but now the pleasure was growing intense-pre-cum had already oozed out of my cockslit to add its lubricating gooeyness to my saliva--and I was focusing all my attention and my energy on the handjob I was giving myself.
In fact, I had become so carried away with my jerking off, that I hadn't noticed anyone entering the bathroom that linked my room to Valerie's, and I hadn't even noticed when the door to the bathroom had been opened and Valerie had stepped into my bedroom. I didn't notice anything at all, except that my cock was getting so sore that I'd soon have to shoot my wad, until I was suddenly shocked by the sound of her voice.
"Why waste all that delicious cream, Arnie?" said Valerie, as I pulled my hand from my throbbing prick and tried vainly to cover up my aroused nakedness.
"Wh ... what are you doing here?" I blurted, flustered beyond measure by this unexpected intrusion.
"I told you I'd come," said Valerie, laughing, "though it looks as if you almost beat me to it."
"You didn't say when," I insisted. "You should have told me."
"I didn't know when," she said. "I had to wait until everyone was asleep. Besides, I wanted to surprise you. Don't tell me you've never had a girl watch you beat off before," she teased.
"Yes, of course I have," I lied, rather unconvincingly. "Lots of times."
Valerie looked at me with eyes that were knowing far beyond their years. "I don't think you're telling me the truth, Arnie. I don't think you've ever even been naked with a girl."
"Wh ... why do you think that?" I stammered.
"Because you're so nervous you're losing that beautiful hardon of yours," she said, and as I looked between my legs, I realized with great chagrin that she was right.
"I'm a lot more experienced than you think," I said, trying to recover my wounded masculine pride.
"Oh, don't be so silly," said Valerie, sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting her hand high up on my thigh. "I don't care if you're a virgin. Most boys your age are, only they won't admit it. Besides, it'll be more fun if it's your first time."
"You wouldn't mind?" I asked. "You'd still let me fuck you?"
"Let you?" Valerie laughed again. "If you didn't, I'd never speak to you again. I'm tired of being fucked by all these hayseed farmhands. I want to be fucked by someone with a little class-someone who's handsome and gentle-someone who's as well-hung as my big stud cousin, Arnie." And with that, she reached out and squeezed my limp cock between her fingers.
"God, it's so thick, Arnie. I've never seen a cock so thick except on Sarah's horse."
She laughed again, and I wondered just how much contact she'd had with the cock on Sarah's horse.
"I want to fuck you, Valerie," I said. "I want to fuck you real bad. Christ, I've got such a load, I could cum in buckets."
"Oh, could you?" said Valerie, clapping her hands together and smiling gleefully. "I just love lots of gooey cum. I love to run my fingers through it and to rub it all over my body."
"Ha ... have you fucked with lots of men?" I asked, rather tentatively.
"Quite a few," she said. "That's about the only thing there is to do around a farm."
"You fuck with the farmhands?"
"Every single one-at least once. You never can tell who's going to be good until you try them, but if they're no good at all, I never fuck them again."
Needless to say, my mind was being totally blown. If Valerie freely admitted to all of this, there was no way of telling what the others were up to.
"Your sisters and your mother too?" I asked.
"No. Since daddy died, mother just fingerfucks herself to sleep each night, and poor Trish is still a virgin. But then, I didn't lose my cherry till I was thirteen, so I guess she still has time."
"And Sarah?"
"Sarah?" replied Valerie, answering my question with a question. "Sarah's fucked everything under the sun. Of course, lately, she's spending an awful lot of time with that horse."
Valerie laughed again, as I tried to contemplate Sarah being mounted by Thunder, her huge black thoroughbred horse.
"But why are we talking about them?" said Valerie, "when it's the two of us that are about to do the fucking."
She reached out and squeezed my cock again, and now I could feel the blood beginning to rush back in, as it started to swell and harden with my increasing passion.
"Oh, good, it's growing all thick and hard again," said Valerie. "I love to watch a cock grow all big and hard. I like to take a cock in my hand or in my mouth when it's all soft and mushy, and just hold it or suck it as it fills and swells and hardens. Christ, my cunt is dripping wet just from watching you."
"Then let's get going," I said, reaching out impulsively for her as I had done that morning.
"No. Not just bang, bang. The first time has to be special ... very special."
And with that, Valerie stood up, so that her breasts and pussy could just barely be seen through the semi-transparency of her nightgown. She bent down, taking the hem of the nightgown in her hands, and-slowly, ever so slowly, she raised it up her body, past her silky brown pussy, past her slightly plump belly, past her jutting pear-shaped breasts, until it was over her head and off.
As she proceeded with this calculated striptease, my cock rose to its full turgid hardness, and I began to feel the spunk pressing up from my balls.
"You've already seen my breasts," said Valerie, cupping them in her hands as she slid down onto the sheets beside me "Here, suck on my nipples." I did. They were sweet. Erect, but not hard. Firm but tender.
"But it's my cunt I want you to see-my beautiful, juicy cunt."
Valerie spread her legs wide apart, and I placed my head between them. Though I had only her mother's stretched and outsized twat for comparison, I knew I was gazing on a thing of beauty. There was a downy covering of soft pussy hairs-not the thick black bush of Aunt Ruth-but an ample adolescent mat of cunt hair, delicate and fine. Her outer cunt lips were small and firm, and formed a perfect oval covering for her clit and cunt hole. The lips were pinkish-red, not dark and swollen as her mother's had been. Her clit was also small and pinkish colored, and looked so tender and vulnerable for an organ that obviously must have seen much action.
I studied Valerie's exquisite cunt for a few moments, peeling back the folds of flesh with my fingers, inserting a finger into her cunt hole, which was surprisingly tight for one so often fucked. I rubbed my finger over her clit, which was poking its head out from beneath its fleshy hood, and Valerie squealed and clamped her thighs against the sides of my head.
And then, carried away by the beauty and the sweet smells of her pussy, I buried my head still deeper between her legs, gathering her cunt lips into my mouth, tonguing her clit, until she grabbed my head in her hands and begged me to stop.
"You'll eat me some other time," she said. "We'll sixty-nine. You'll shoot in my mouth. We'll do everything and anything. But tonight, I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, to fuck me with that big horsecock of yours, to fuck me till I beg for mercy."
"I ... I'm afraid I won't be any good," I said.
"I'll teach you," she said. "You'll be good. You'll be great. Just fuck me. I want that cock of yours inside me. Can't you feel how slippery wet I am? Can't you see how wild that prick of yours is making me."
She rubbed her hand over her cunt, then wiped it on my chest. She was wet all right. Then she grabbed my cock in her hands and pulled me over on top of her.
"Put it in. Put your big fat cock in my cunt and fuck me, Arnie. Fuck your little cousin till she has a big fat cum."
I aimed my cock toward her cunt hole, but my inexperience and nervousness caused me to miss the mark. Impatient, and somewhat wild with desire, Valerie again took my cock in her hands and guided it into her hole.
"There," she said. "Now you're inside me. Now you're inside a woman's cunt for the very first time. Fuck me, Arnie, oh for Christ's sake, fuck me."
Although her cunt was so well-greased by her vaginal outpourings that my huge cock slid in easily, it was soon being tightly gripped by her firm young cunt muscles. I made a few awkward thrusts, and then suddenly I realized that I was on the verge of blowing my load before we'd barely stared.
"I think I'm gonna start cuming," I said. "I can't hold it back."
There was a look of momentary panic in Valerie's eyes. "No, you won't. You mustn't. Think of something else. Fight to hold it back."
Valerie's well-fucked cunt was so tight, and the new sensations I was experiencing so intense, that I thought no amount of effort could hold me off. But I did force myself to think of other things, ugly and disgusting things, and gradually my spunk retreated back from my cockhead into my balls.
"There," said Valerie, when the crisis had passed. We were both lying perfectly still, my cock buried its full nine inches into her cunt. "Now you can start to fuck me. In and out, nice easy strokes. Move from your hips."
I followed her instructions as best I could, but my strokes were more like lunges at first.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I can't seem to get it right."
"That's okay, Arnie," she said. "There's something exciting about your awkwardness, something refreshing. Just keep moving, keep pumping away."
I had my confidence now, and as I continued to plunge my cock in and out of Valerie's cunt, my movements grew more regular, more rhythmic, and I began to feel as if I were master of the situation.
Yes, I thought, as I looked down at the sweating suntanned body beneath me, and watched my cock slide in and out of her hairy crevice-yes, I'm fucking you, Valerie. Me, Arnie-I'm fucking you.
Meanwhile, Valerie was beginning to provide me with some of the tricks of the trade. She grasped my cock with her cunt muscles and began to pull and tug on it, providing me with the most intense sensations I had ever known. Then she used a pair of muscles near the deepest part of her cunt to grip my cock just below the cockhead, squeezing it firmly, actually pinching it at its most tender and sensitive point.
The tricks Valerie could perform with her cunt amazed me. I had always thought the cunt to be a passive organ, no more than a fleshy hole. But she was using it as an instrument of passion, manipulating my cock when she chose to, so that, in effect, I was fucking her, and she was fucking me right back.
But as the firmness and sureness of my fuck-strokes increased, Valerie's cunt manipulations began to diminish. She wanted me to dominate her, to carry her away with the force and power of my cock. And so now she lay back, her eyes closed, and her cunt muscles just providing a steady constant pressure against the entire length of my pile-driving cock.
And then I could tell from the contortions of her face, from the way her head flopped wildly from side to side, that Valerie was moving toward her climax.
"Oh, yes, Arnie, you big mother-fucking stud. That's it. I'm getting there. Soon, Arnie, soon. Oh, I can feel it. I'm starting to lose control. I'm going crazy inside. Can you feel it? Can you feel it?"
And I could. Her cunt muscles, which just a few seconds earlier had been holding me in a vise of flesh, were now spasming wildly, clutching and grasping with no pattern whatever as she began to explode.
"Oh, yes. Now, Arnie. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna get my rocks off, Arnie, and you did it. You fucked me crazy. Yes, here it comes. Oh, it's big. I'm cuming big. Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, I'm cuming. Cock ... prick ... shoot ... fuck ... shit. Oh, cum inside me, Arnie. Fill me with your cream. Shoot, Arnie, shoot. Oh, yes, now-fuck, come, cock ... I'm cuuummmming ... "
And as Valerie clutched at the bedclothes and spewed forth her fuck-talk, I felt my too-long pent up spunk rising from deep within my balls, jerking its way up my cock into my cockhead. And then my whole body was racked by a convulsive twitch from head to toe, and my cock spasmed wildly, sending the first of its huge wads of cum deep into Valerie's pussy.
I felt my cock spasm again and again, and finally I lost count, as it seemed I was caught in an endless orgasm, producing an endless flow of jism to fill up Valerie's thirsty cunt.
I abandoned all thought of strokes and rhythms. I was just a sex-wild animal now as I plunged my cock into Valerie's cum-soaked twat every which way, finally collapsing in exhaustion on top of her heaving breasts.
But if I thought it was all over, I was selling Valerie's passion short.
"Rollover," she said. "Quick, before it dries up and gets all icky."
Not sure what she was talking about, I nonetheless withdrew my cum-dripping cock from Valerie's cunt and rolled off of her onto my side. Immediately, Valerie stuck her fingers into her cunt and, cupping them, withdrew a handful of my thick cum-juice.
"Oh, Christ, how I love spunk," she said. "This is the best part." And with that, she began rubbing the sticky cream all over her belly and breasts, and then even onto her face. She licked her fingers dry, and then plunged them back into her cunt for more.
"I love it," she moaned, as she rubbed more over her legs, arms and thighs. "I love it, I love it, I love it ... "
CHAPTER TWO
The following day, I labored in the corn fields by myself for ten long hours, baking my skin in the hot Kansas sun until the sound of Sarah's police whistle signaled the end of the work day. It was four-still two hours until dinner-and so I decided to walk down to the stream that ran through Aunt Ruth's property and take a quick dip. My desire for a swim had never been greater.
As I walked through the rows of cornstalks toward the stream, I suddenly came upon a small flat grassy area which I had never seen before. It was completely surrounded by the tall corn, and had I not happened upon it by accident, I might have spent the entire summer at the Pennington farm without knowing that this little oasis of grass even existed.
But no sooner had I broken through the field into this patch of grass, than I quickly stepped back and ducked out of sight. For there was Sarah and Thunder, her great black horse, and as Sarah stood facing away from me, I could see that she was slowly but methodically removing all of her clothing, placing each item in a neat pile upon the ground.
I remembered Valerie's thinly-veiled references to Sarah's "affection" for her horse, and I waited breathlessly for some monumentally erotic act to occur.
Thunder stood patiently by as Sarah continued to undress, just giving out an occasional whinny as if to remind her that he was waiting. And then, as Sarah began to remove her bra, she turned toward where I was hiding. The bra slipped off, and I found myself staring at the most perfectly formed breasts I was ever to see. Sarah had big tits, and most tits that size tend to sag, even on a girl of Sarah's age. But there was no sag at all. These large D-cup breasts were full and lush, but they also stood out firm and hard. The nipples, already fully erected, jutted out perfectly straight as well.
And they were also a rich golden brown in color. There was no suntan line. I later learned that Sarah managed to spend a couple of hours nearly every day sunbathing in the nude. And as she now removed her panties, I realized that nude meant completely nude, for her thighs and pubic area were also completely tanned, forming a golden frame for the rich mat of jet black pussy hair that amply covered her abdomen.
Sarah's was the most perfectly sculpted and contoured body I have ever seen. It was the body of an athlete, the muscles all smooth and magnificently toned. She had worked on the farm since she had been a child, and she rode and swam every day the weather would permit. The result was this slim, smooth and bronzed expression of womanhood, and yet, for all of Sarah's great physical beauty, I felt that Valerie's flawed somewhat chubby body excited me even more.
There was a coldness, a hardness; a severity to Sarah's body. If anything, it was too perfect for its own good. But that was something to be learned later. For now, she took my breath away.
Sarah leaned over and placed her bra and panties on top of the rest of her clothes. Even as she leaned, her breasts didn't sway. They remained perfectly firm and taut, defying it seemed both the laws of gravity and the capacity of a woman's chest muscles.
And now Sarah turned toward Thunder, whose raven-colored mane was a perfect match for her pussy bush. She ran her hands down over her breasts, tweaking the nipples, then down over her smooth hard belly, over her pussy and along her thighs.
"Are you ready for me, Thunder?" she said. "Does the sight of me excite you?"
As if able to comprehend her words, Thunder began to whinny loudly and to paw at the ground with his right hoof. Sarah walked over to him and patted his neck, thrusting her breasts up against his side.
"Are you ready to fuck me, Thunder? Are you ready to plunge your great horse-cock into Sarah's cunt?" '
The words sent a shockwave through my entire body. I dared to believe that my expectations might actually be fulfilled. And as testament to my belief, my cock thickened and then twitched against the side of my leg.
Sarah now walked toward Thunder's hind quarters. Standing beside him, she reached between his legs and began to fondle what could only have been his cock. And so it was, for in just a few seconds, this mammoth fuck machine began to stretch and lengthen, until it was clearly visible from where I crouched in hiding.
A horse-cock with a harden is not to be believed. As Sarah tugged and pulled on it with both her hands, Thunder's prick grew to more than two feet in length. And in width-well, it's hard to say-but Sarah's hands weren't quite big enough to encircle it.
Thunder's cock protruded from a sheath, something like the sheath that covers a woman's clit. But no clit-cover ever concealed a monster like this. It was a rough grizzled tool, and its color was a sort of pale gray. And as Sarah continued to pull on it-for to call her motions stroking would have been a gross understatement-as she continued to pull on Thunder's giant cock, it began to twitch and pulsate--so violently in fact that Sarah was repeatedly losing her grip and having to grab hold all over again.
I unzipped my fly, and removed my hot cock which was threatening to split my trousers in its excitement. But as I knelt among the cornstalks with my nine inch harden in my hand, I felt woefully inadequate beside the prick of this four-legged beast. Pre-cum was already oozing from my cockhead as the result of what I had observed, and I thought of the incredible orgasm I would ultimately have, as I had not yet seen the half of it.
As Sarah's pulling and tugging brought Thunder's great harden to its full size, the horse began to stomp his hooves and whinny plaintively as if desperate for a sexual release.
"Oh, Thunder, it's so big today," she said. "Your great delicious cock is extra specially big. Are you very horny because we didn't fuck yesterday? Is that it, baby? Is Sarah's baby horny?"
Her words were driving me wild, and I had to bite my lip to keep from creaming prematurely-bite so hard, in fact, that I tasted blood. And yet I wanted to experience this deliciously obscene act in a state of total arousal. I couldn't let anything force me to blow my load before Sarah and Thunder blew theirs. I had to hold out, and so I bit down still harder, increasing the flow of blood and staving off my orgasm.
Sarah seemed satisfied that Thunder's cock was up as far as it could go, and so she removed her hands from around the giant shaft and began to stroke the horse's flank to calm him down.
"There, baby. Relax. Mustn't kick and fuss. Mustn't hurt Sarah, baby. Take it easy now."
Sarah walked away from Thunder for a moment, and went over to the far side of the grassy area where the cornstalks stood thick and tall. She reached in behind one of the rows of corn, and pulled out a cushion-covered footstool. Then she came back toward Thunder and placed the footstool underneath his belly, right at the spot where his great cock was pointing down.
Sarah patted Thunder on the side, and then slid under him, positioning herself on the footstool to receive his cock. She placed her feet out to the side for balance, and then she leaned back, so that her cunt was resting on the footstool, but was pointed up at Thunder's cock.
She reached out and took the giant fuck machine in her hands once again, and I thought how ridiculous it would be to try and force so thick a tool into a normal human cunt. But then, I wasn't taking Sarah's cunt into account, nor giving it its proper credit. Sarah had no normal cunt, as I would shortly learn.
She guided Thunder's cock toward the opening of her cunt, and then began to force it into her, grimacing with pain as the huge prick strained her cunt walls to the breaking point. No, she wasn't able to really take the great beast's cock into her-not the way she would later take mine, at any rate. But she did get the tip of it inside her, and apparently that was enough for both of them.
"Aaarrgghh!" screamed Sarah, at the moment of entry, and then, her eyes glazed with passion, she clutched Thunder's cock with both her hands and began to yank it up and down at a furious rate. The force with which she tore into that cock would have ripped even the largest tool right off a human body. But Thunder seemed to love it. He tossed his great black head into the air and whinnied mightily, as Sarah, her hair streaked with dirt, her body soaked with sweat, continued her exertions.
For ten full minutes, Sarah continued to pull and tug at Thunder's great cock. It was never more than a couple of inches into her, but it was obviously causing her the most intense sexual pleasure.
Twice during the ten minute period she came, and yet still she persevered, apparently determined to provide Thunder with the same degree of fulfillment he was offering her.
"Oh, great Jesus Christ," she screamed. "Your cock, Thunder, your great huge beautiful cock. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me forever."
And then apparently Sarah felt something that it was impossible for me to detect with my eyes. A twitch, perhaps, or a thickening or hardening of Thunder's fuck-flesh.
"Oh, you're gonna cum, baby. You're gonna cum, aren't you? Yes, yes, yes. Thunder's gonna cum. He's gonna pour his cream all over me. He's gonna bathe me in his spunk. Oh, yes."
I didn't know what to expect. What would an ejaculation from so huge a cock be like? I didn't have long to wait. The next thing that happened I could see. As Sarah continued to move her hands up and down the length of Thunder's cock, there was a visible twitch, and then a thickening in Thunder's cock up near his balls. His first burst of jism was on its way.
And what jism it was. The first jet exploded into Sarah's cunt, knocking Thunder's cock loose from its fleshy vise. And if the impact of his orgasm hadn't forced Thunder's cock free from Sarah's cunt, then surely its content would have. The first bolt of Thunder's cum alone was a veritable ocean, as thick white cream poured out all over Sarah's pussy, legs, and thighs.
And then, with Sarah no longer able to keep hold of Thunder's cock, the horse continued to cum, sending a second torrent of spunk all over Sarah's belly.
There is no way to compare the jism that horse expelled to the output of any human. It was as if a faucet of cum had been turned loose, and that thick gooey spunk were literally pouring out of Thunder's cock like milk from a ten gallon jug. Again and again the horse's cream spewed forth, until Sarah's body was covered in white fluid, and there was a puddle of sticky spunk on the ground beneath her.
"Oh, God, how I love it," she screamed, echoing | Valerie's delight as she had rubbed my comparatively meager supply of jism over her body. A thirst for spunk must be a Pennington family trait, I thought, and as it turned out, I was right.
"Oh, more, Thunder, give me more," moaned Sarah, out of her mind in her sexual ecstasy. "Shoot out your spunk, your rich creamy spunk. Don't stop. I want to bathe in it, to drown in it ... "
The next burst caught Sarah full in the face, knocking her from the footstool to the ground. And there she lay-covered with Thunder's colossal outpouring of jism-as Thunder's orgasm came to an end, and his great tool slowly withdrew back up into his body.
Sarah lay motionless beneath him for sever minutes, and it was only at this pause that I noticed my own sexual state. My hand was covered with my own jism, which I had shot out with no conscious awareness of the moment.
And yet, though I had cum, and shot off what for me, was a mighty load, my cock was still thick and hard, still ready for whatever new surprises might be in store.
After a while, Sarah began slowly to regain her senses. She rolled out from beneath Thunder and stood up, and if I didn't know she'd just been through a fucking, I'd have sworn she'd been beaten.
Her hair was caked with mud, jism and grass. Her body was streaked with more of the same. Having experienced her own particular brand of heaven, Sarah now looked like hell.
She walked over to Thunder's head and kissed him full on the lips. "Good boy," she said.
Then she walked around and gave him a whack on the ass. "Home, Thunder," she said, with authority. "Go on home."
With no further word from Sarah, Thunder broke into a gallop and headed back toward the barn on his own. Sarah looked after him for a few moments, then shook her head from side to side. She removed a sticky gob of spunk from her eyelid, flicked it away, and then turned toward her clothes. She picked them up, being careful not to let them brush against her body, and then headed away from me out of the clearing, through the field and down toward the stream where I'd been headed in the first place.
I tucked my still turgid cock back into my pants and stood up to stretch for a moment. I weighed the alternatives. Behind me was the barn and the farmhouse and some relaxation; ahead of me was Sarah, the horse-fucker, and Christ knows what.
I chose the latter.
I was careful to stay a good hundred yards in back of Sarah as I followed her to the stream. As soon as she reached the bank, she removed a bar of soap from her pants pocket, tossed her clothes aside, and dove right in. It was only once she was in the water that I ventured closer, crouching down behind a clump of bushes no more than thirty feet from the water's edge. There I watched, my cock once again thumping out its arousal against my leg, as she proceeded to lather herself up with soap.
The change I was witnessing was truly incredible. Having first seen Sarah as a ravishing golden beauty, I had watched her transformed by her sexual excesses into a woman so repulsive that I wouldn't have fucked her on a bet. Covered with mud and horse-spunk, Sarah had been disgusting to me-her beauty made grotesque and ugly.
But now, as she stood waist-deep in the water of the stream, lathering her tanned upper torso with foamy suds, the shimmering beauty was beginning to reappear. Having cleansed her body and rinsed herself off, she now began washing her hair. The refuse of her fuck fest with Thunder was soon obliterated by the white lather, and then she plunged into the water, emerging a few seconds later even more beautiful than when first I'd seen her.
As Sarah walked toward the shore from the deepest part of the stream, her statuesque golden body was gradually revealed to me once again. First, just the face and neck; then the large jutting orbs of her tits; then the smooth flat belly; the jet-black pussy hair and finally her smooth and willowy legs.
My cock was now rock hard within my trousers, and I felt an almost irresistible urge to reveal myself to Sarah and beg her to let me fuck her sumptuous goddess-like body. But resist I must, I decided, for if Sarah knew I had witnessed her bathing, she would also know I had witnessed her sodomy-a dark side of her personality I was sure she would want to hide.
But in the next few seconds I learned a lesson.
"Have you seen enough yet, city boy?" she asked, staring directly at the clump of bushes where I was hiding.
For a moment I said nothing, as if my silence could convince her she'd been mistaken.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, city boy," she said, "stand up and come over here. I know you've been watching me."
I stood up slowly, a feeling of guilt being combined with embarrassment, for my stiff nine inches was making itself more than a little evident.
"How ... how did you know ... ?"
"Because you make a lousy spy. You weren't very quiet, and you were never really out of sight."
"But ... but then, why ... ?" I waved my hands in the air as an expression of my confusion.
"Why did I let you watch Thunder fuck me?" she asked, completing my question.
"Yes," I said. "Why, if you knew ... "
Sarah cut me off sharply. It was a tone of voice I would learn to associate with her. "Because I wanted you to know how I am. I wanted you to know what it takes to satisfy me."
I was stupefied. "It takes a horse to satisfy you?"
"A horse's cock" she said firmly, as if to correct me. "I need the cock of a horse to make me cum."
"That ... that's incredible," I mumbled.
"What would you know, city boy?" she spat back. "You didn't break your cherry until last night. What do you know about fucking?"
"You know about last night?" I asked.
"Of course I do. I let Valerie have you first so I'd I know if you were worth the bother." She paused for a moment. "She says you are."
"I ... I guess I should be flattered," I said.
"That you can make Valerie cum?" she said. "Yes,; I suppose so. Only it's you and half a dozen! farmhands. Remember that."
The reminder of Valerie's promiscuity made me cringe, but I had to face the harsh realities of life on the Pennington farm.
"The question is, city boy can you and that good-sized prick of yours make me cum." She stared contemptuously at the twitching bulge in my pants, "It ... it's not as big as Thunder's," I said, feeling) as inadequate as I had when watching the horse fuck Sarah back in the field.
"No, it certainly isn't," said Sarah, "and so I'm inclined to doubt it would do more than tickle me."
"But why do you need a horse?" I asked, still; dumbfounded by this beautiful young girl's bestial preferences.
"I'll tell you a story, city boy," she said. "I'm sure! it's a lot like what Valerie must have told you last night, only I'm older than she is.
"It's the story of a very bored girl who grew up on a lonely farm in the middle of Kansas with no friends and playmates for miles around. And so this little girl decided to try fucking-or rather, first she tried! fingering herself for a little excitement, but when she realized a cock was a lot bigger than her finger, then she decided that fucking might be the answer.
"When you grow up on a farm, city boy, you see animals fucking from the time you're old enough to see anything at all. You see that cows fuck, horses: fuck, pigs fuck-they all fuck. And then some, farmhand comes along and says that people do that too."
As Sarah continued talking, she was standing no more than a foot away from me, still completely naked. She'd made no attempt to cover herself, or even to dry herself off. Droplets of water clung to every crevice of her body. Rivulets of sweet stream water ran down her face, between her breasts, down into the hairy furrow between her legs. As I watched and listened, I also ached. Having known the joy of fucking for less than twenty-four hours, I was nonetheless addicted, and anxious to get my next fix from this treasure of a woman whose intoxicating body smells were causing the pre-cum to ooze out of my cockhead and drip down my leg.
"So the first time a farmhand asked me to fuck with him," Sarah continued, "I said, 'sure'. I was all of twelve at the time, and he was a well-hung nineteen. Sandy, he called himself. I never knew his real name. It didn't matter.
"What mattered was that when I felt his cock filling my cunt, I enjoyed it, and when his spunk shot up into my pussy, I had an orgasm so big and powerful that I knew I'd found the answer to my loneliness and boredom. There is only one answer on a farm, city boy, and that answer is sex.
"So for the next five years, I fucked anyone who'd ask me-and if I saw someone who looked really appealing, I didn't even wait for him to ask. I fucked with boys as young as ten, and men as old as sixty. I even fucked with daddy-and not just once, but several times. Only daddy had a rather small cock, and once the novelty of incest wore off, I cut it out."
Sarah laughed as she saw the look of shocked surprise cross my face. "You are naive," she said, and I realized that was the second time in two days that one of the Pennington girls had so accused me.
"But ... but why the horse?" I asked. "I still don't understand that."
"At first it was just a lark. I'd fucked every available man, and I was looking for a new kick. So I let Thunder fuck me once-just sort of for fun. The trouble was that Thunder's cock split my cunt open so wide that the next time I fucked with a man, I couldn't get any sensation.
"A guy would put his cock inside me, and the walls of my cunt would barely touch the sides of it. So I'd squeeze down on him, and then he'd shoot off. Bang, it was over.
"I tried lots of guys after my first time with Thunder, but Thunder had spoiled me. I needed a man who could at least last long enough for me to get my cunt muscles going.
"But these fucking farmhands-what do they know? What does any man know? A man shoves his cock in and out until he shoots. Then it's over. If you're lucky enough to cum along with him, terrific. If not, it's tough luck and a fingering later on.
"So I went back to Thunder, because he could always satisfy me. Christ, with that horse-cock up my twat I cum two or three times before he does. And then when he pours out that spunk of his, I cum all over again.
"And the more I fuck with Thunder, the less I enjoy it with guys. Shit, no guy has made me cum since I started doing it with Thunder, and that's six months and ten men ago."
Sarah stopped her narrative and looked at me coldly. "So what can you do for me, city boy?"
I took a deep breath. "I ... I can make you cum," I said with false bravado.
Sarah laughed contemptuously. "Hah," she said. "What makes you so special?"
"I ... I just think that I can," I said. "I mean, I'm not sure that I can, but ... "
"Maybe you just want to fuck me," said Sarah, "and you think that by saying that I'll let you."
I was confused. "Well, I do want to fuck you, but I also think ... "
"Save the bullshit," said Sarah. "As I said, I'll let almost anyone fuck me once. It's the second time that has to be earned."
I gazed at Sarah's delicious body and knew that was a privilege I desperately wanted to earn.
"Take off your clothes," she said, as I stood there uncertain as to what my next move should be.
I removed my shoes, socks, shirt and pants, so that all I had on were my shorts, my cock-filled shorts that were stretched out of shape by my pulsing hardon.
"Here, let me take those off," said Sarah, getting down on her knees to do so.
As she pulled my shorts down over my erected cock, my prick snapped up and bounced off of her mouth. Sarah just smiled. I thought for a moment she might take it between her lips, but she just let it stay where it was-jutting from my crotch, and dangling just an inch away from her moist mouth. It was tantalizing at first, then frustrating, as my cock ached to be swallowed.
"It is big," said Sarah, "very big ... for a human." She gave me her chilling laugh once again.
"Thank you," I said.
She cupped my large swollen balls in her hands. "I'll bet there's a lot of spunk in there," she said. "I can feel your testicles churning away, making more."
"Not as much as Thunder," I said, not waiting for her to put me down with a negative comparison to that goddamn horse.
"Well, don't just stand there, city boy," said Sarah. "Go ahead and fuck me." She lay back on the grassy bank of the stream, spreading her legs apart, her arms extended upward toward me.
Just before I moved down on top of her, I looked at the hole between her legs. The night before, I'd noticed that Valerie's cunt was no more than a tiny slit when it didn't have a prick in it. But Sarah's was a gaping void, fully two inches wide without her fingers even touching it.
I knelt between Sarah's legs and guided my cock into her without difficulty. It was weird. As thick as my cock was, and you'll have to believe me when I tell you it was one of the thickest cocks you'd ever see, the sides of my cock were barely touching the walls of Sarah's cunt. I slid it in and out a few times, and quickly realized that to bring her off through friction would be impossible-at least for now.
"Well, what do you think, city boy?" asked Sarah, "Still think you can make me cum?"
For an answer, I shoved my prick in up to the hilt, and, in so doing, found the key to my possible success, Although her cunt seemed as wide as the Grand Canyon, it was not very deep, and the head of my cock was now slammed right up against the entrance to her womb. I pulled my cock out again until only the tip of my cockhead was still in her, and then I rammed it into her again, banging into the back of her cunt wall with all the force my hips could muster.
It hurt me considerably, but it brought a reaction from Sarah.
"That's not bad, city boy," she said. "Now if you can just keep that up for half an hour, we might get something going."
I realized this was going to be an endurance contest, and I steeled myself for the challenge. I continued to withdraw the head of my cock to the opening of her cunt and then ram it all the way into her. Over and over again, I thrashed away at the one part of her cunt wall I could reach. But the pain to my sensitive cockhead was becoming unbearable, at the same time that the pressure against my cockhead was starting to bring on my climax.
Had I not shot off while watching Thunder fuck Sarah, I'm sure I could never have lasted, but the time it took for my balls to produce a fresh supply of spunk was working to my advantage. I kept my mind on other things to blot out both the pleasure and the pain, and just kept on ramming, ramming, ramming.
"Can't you make your cunt walls any tighter?" I grunted, as minute after excruciating minute was passing by.
"I used to be able to do tricks with my cunt muscles that would have made an eighty year old have an orgasm," said Sarah, "but since Thunder's stretched my cunt so wide, there's not much I can do."
"Christ," I muttered under my breath, beginning to wonder if all this were worth the effort. But Sarah was an exquisite beauty, and she had challenged me to earn the right to be one of her lovers through my performance in this fuck. I looked into her cold-as-steel yet gorgeous face, and rekindled my resolve to make her cum or bust my balls trying.
"Wait a minute," said Sarah, after another few moments had passed. "If I can just get my juices flowing, my cunt juices, maybe that'll loosen up my muscles. Keep ramming the back of my cunt, and maybe you'll start something flowing."
Up to this point, Sarah's cunt had been as dry as a desert, but as I continued to pummel the rear wall of her cunt, I began to feel a moistness seeping down over my cockshaft. And this moistness was soon increased by the first oozings of my pre-cum, until my cock was all slippery and gooey.
"Now, said Sarah, "maybe now." And with that, she took a deep breath, and with considerable strength, she forced her cunt muscles to clamp down against my cock.
The shock of suddenly being encased so tightly in this delicious wall of fuck-flesh almost caused me to shoot my wad right on the spot.
"Easy," I said, daring for the first time to give Sarah instructions. But I felt bolder and more confident, knowing that I was bringing her closer to a possible orgasm than any man had done for many months.
"Who's giving the orders around here?" Sarah retorted, clamping her cunt muscles against my cock even tighter as an expression of defiance.
"Do you want to cum?" I asked. "Do you really want to cum? Or do you want to spend the rest of your life married to that horse?"
I was amazed at the tone of my voice. The day before, I'd been a timid virgin. Now I was talking back to the toughest broad I'd ever met.
"Of course I want to cum. Christ, I'd give my right arm for a satisfying fuck with a man."
"Then help me," I said. "Squeeze my cock with your cunt muscles, but do it gently. I've lasted half an hour already. It'd be a waste to blow it all now."
I felt Sarah's cunt muscles loosen their grip, until now they were holding my cock gently, caressing it almost, as I continued to ram my prick into Sarah's twat as firmly as ever.
"There," she said. "That better?"
"Much," I said, as I felt a second dose of her cunt juices issue forth, bathing my cock in juicy goodness and easing the path for my sore and much abused tool.
"No man's made me this hot in ages," said Sarah. | "I'm actually getting there. I can feel things, twitches and flutterings all over my cunt. I think I can make it. How long can you hold out?"
"One second longer than you," I said, ramming the point home with my aching cockhead.
And now that her juices had lubricated and loosened her cunt muscles, Sarah began to apply some delicious manipulations to my cock. She gripped it with a set of muscles near the mouth of her cunt, and then moved it inward to another set of muscles, which moved it all the way in.
I was able to relax for a few moments as Sarah took over the work, causing her own friction, friction that was causing my balls to fill up with spunk and press hard against the base of my cock. And also friction that was bringing on her own orgasm, for as Sarah played her numbers on my cock, she was also rubbing my tool against every sensitive portion of her pussy, and the constant flow of juices from her cunt glands was testament to her advancing state or arousal.
"Christ, it's so good. It's so good to be enjoying a fucking again, a real human fucking. Oh, don't shoot off on me. Don't fail me now."
I looked into Sarah's face. Her beautiful features were twisted with the torment of her passion, as she strained every muscle, every fiber in her body to make her cunt go off.
And now, as her cunt muscles recovered all of their previous virtuosity, she gripped my cock tightly within her cunt and began to milk me. Yes, milk me is the only way I can describe it. She was pulling on my cock like a farmer on a cow's udder.
"I'm getting close now, very close. Can you hold on? Can you? Tell me-please."
Sarah was begging me, pleading with her words and with her body.
"Yes," I said, but I was no longer sure. As long as her cunt had remained a dry forbidding hole, I could detach myself from the fuck. I could keep from getting totally involved, and therefore hold back my orgasm. But her cunt was a thing of wonder now, a series of fabulous sensations as her muscles teased and fondled my cock, bringing me the greatest pleasure.
Had she remained wide open and dry, I probably could have fucked her forever-but she wouldn't have been able to cum. Now that I'd loosened her up, gotten her juices flowing, she could make it, could make it if only I didn't blow my load and bring her even greater frustration than if we'd never gotten close in the first place.
Think ugly; think mean; think gruesome, I said to myself, as Sarah's manipulations brought us both closer and closer to the brink. But who would get there first? That was the crucial question.
And then, quite suddenly, Sarah's manipulations stopped, though the walls of her cunt continued to press firmly and evenly against the shaft of my cock.
"I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna make it. But I want you to do it. I want you to ram your cock into me. I want to be carried away by the force of your great magnificent prick."
There were tears in Sarah's eyes, so powerful was this moment to her. I looked into her beseeching face, and took pride in the role I had come to fill in her life.
I began to pierce her cunt with long and sure strokes, impaling her on my cock. The clumsy boy of a day before was now the assured master of the situation. I plunged my cock all the way to the mouth of her womb, then out again, then in again.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, my holy Christ," Sarah screamed. She grabbed my head in her hands and pressed it tightly.
"Yes, I'm gonna cum. Oh, mother of God, I'm gonna make it, Shit, fuck, piss, shit ... Christ, oh, I'm gonna cum. Oh, your wonderful beautiful gorgeous cock is gonna make me cum ... "
Her words and the sensations from her cunt were too much for me, and I screamed out as my spunk began to pour forth before she had totally made it. I was convinced that I had failed, as I felt the first thick gob of spunk shoot from my cock and smack against the back wall of her cunt.
"Oh, your spunk. I can feel your spunk," she said. "So much, so thick, so good. Now! This is it! Yes, I'm really cuming. Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Oh, God, I'm dying."
I felt the insides of Sarah's cunt go wild, spasming convulsively, as I shot wad after thick wad of my cum deep into her pussy. Although it was my second cum of the day, I produced even more spunk than before, a seemingly endless flow that dripped out of her hole and ran down our legs.
Finally it was over, and Sarah lay back, her hair still wet and tousled, her face wreathed with an exhausted smile. She looked up at me.
"You know, for a city boy, you sure know how to fuck."
I gave a final thrust with my fast-softening prick, and rolled off her onto the grassy slope.
"Wow ... wow, that was something else," I breathed, closing my eyes.
"You know it, baby," said Sarah. "You can fuck like a house afire."
"Thanks ... thanks, I appreciate it, though I should stay clear of you if I have any regard for my health."
"Don't be silly. We'll have to do this again and again. I won't let you get away that easy, no sir."
"I hope I can manage it, that's all I can say ... you've taken ten years off my life ... "
We both laughed.
My cock had just about had it for the present. It was now no more than a shriveled stubble. Like a tree that's been chopped down and leaves only the trunk, so was the change from my bulging, throbbing cock to the thing that lay between my legs now.
She reached over and fondled it, pushing it from side to side, fiddling her fingers in the hairs on my balls, pushing them apart, and squeezing them, It was all very pleasant, for the vibes of our orgasm were still flowing through me strongly. Despite what I said to her, I couldn't wait to get back in the saddle with beautiful Sarah.
But, please, not for a while. I had to rest my bruised and broken prick.
"Kiss me," she said.
"All right." And I kissed her.
CHAPTER THREE
At the dinner table that night, I felt distinctly uncomfortable. I'd been at the Pennington farm for just two nights, and already I'd watched Aunt Ruth masturbate, and had fucked with both Valerie and Sarah. Only little Trish, sweet innocent giggly little Trish, had escaped having a sexual encounter with me.
I looked at Trish quite differently now. I realized that at such an early age, she was ready-according to the timetable of the Pennington farm-to begin her sexual awakening. Within a few months-maybe even a few weeks-she too would lose her cherry. But to whom, I wondered, and how?
Trish seemed so terribly young and vulnerable, and I tried to imagine what Valerie and Sarah must have looked like at the time of their first fuckings. Just as young and just as vulnerable, I supposed-at least, that's what logic would dictate. And yet I couldn't imagine Sarah ever being that young, and certainly not being fragile and vulnerable like her younger sister.
As for Valerie, her rambunctious and carefree attitude toward sex had a youthful exuberance, but I couldn't see her as only two years older than Trish. Valerie, at sixteen, was a seasoned seductress, and if she still had her youth, all traces of innocence were long since gone. Valerie was a wild and wanton coquette, and fucking seemed as much an instinct with her as breathing.
Aunt Ruth, of course-well, Aunt Ruth was a sexually seasoned middle-aged woman who was desperately lonely and desperately horny. Her situation seemed more simple to fathom, more obvious in its needs and its solutions. A good man with a good cock was my recommendation, though I had no idea at the time just who that man might be.
No, I thought, as I spread some apple sauce over my pork chops and cut myself a delicious mouthful, the real enigma in this family is Trish. She doesn't seem to fit. That soft blonde hair and that tender young face-this child among women-just doesn't fit in. And yet, I realized she must know something of the realities around her. Beneath her dimpled smile there must be the comprehension of sex.
Sex was everywhere on that farm, and it hung like a vaporous smog over the dinner table. If you took a deep breath, you could smell it; if you swallowed, you could taste it; if you could see at all, you had to know it was everywhere.
Tell me, Trish,-I wanted to say-how much do you know about your oversexed sisters and your sex-starved mother? What are your yearnings? Do you finger yourself in secret? Have you watched your sisters fuck? Or are you fooling everyone? Have you already done it yourself? What is your secret, Trish? What do you know?
But I kept my thoughts as thoughts and said nothing.
Having focused my attention on Trish through the first portion of the meal, I now tried to tune into the vibrations emanating from the other three females in the room. Sarah was her same aloof self. Since we'd left the stream an hour earlier-at different times and by different routes, per Sarah's instructions-she hadn't given me more than an icy glance. Valerie was still the seductress, still rubbing her leg against mine beneath the table, still reaching out to squeeze my prick and balls whenever she felt that no one was looking.
Aunt Ruth was friendly and talkative, hiding her sorrows under a blanket of good cheer, and hiding her sensual body under a print dress that was twenty years out of date.
And yet, although the conversation was random- mostly idle chatter about things around the farm-I felt these people were giving each other signals, that somehow people knew what everyone else was doing and thinking. For all the intimacies I had shared, I was still the stranger, and it would take more than a couple of fucks to change that state of affairs.
After dinner, a feeling of great exhaustion set in, and I went up to my bedroom early. My two orgasms that afternoon had worn me out-plus a long hard workday on the farm-and I wanted to do nothing but go to sleep.
And sleep I did, from nine until eleven, when Valerie's naked body pressing against me woke me up. She had entered my bedroom and my bed unnoticed, so soundly was I sleeping, but now she was stroking my cock and balls, giving me a harden even before I was fully conscious, and obliging me to service her or risk losing a fuck-mate for the rest of what was to be a long hot summer.
So fuck her I did, but my ardor was markedly diminished from the previous night, and though we both came fully and completely, Valerie was able to tell that something was missing.
As she lay on her back after our fuck, smearing my jism over her body as was her custom, she turned and looked at me accusingly.
"You had a lot more spunk last night," she said. "I don't know," I said, trying to shrug her off. "I'm just tired, I guess."
"You fucked Sarah this afternoon, didn't you?"
"Would you be angry if I had?" I asked. Valerie laughed.
"You don't know me very well, do you? Of course I wouldn't be angry. You can fuck whoever you want ... just so long as you have enough left for me."
"You mean that?" I asked, still holding to my misplaced notion that a woman would always be jealous of another woman.
"Hell, I think it's groovy if you've fucked her. I knew you would sooner or later. I just didn't think it would happen so quickly." She paused. "You did fuck her, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did," I said, still expecting a vindictive response once the truth had been coaxed out of me.
"Did you make her cum?"
"You know about her problem?"
"Look, Arnie," said Valerie, "Sarah and I may not appear to be very close. We may not appear to communicate at all. But I know just about everything she does. I've seen her fuck with Thunder, though I must confess horses aren't my bag. And I've seen her fuck with several guys. We've even balled with guys together. And she knows all about what we did last night-even that I broke your cherry."
"Yes," I said, suddenly uneasy. "She mentioned that."
"Well, did you make her cum?" she asked again.
"Don't you know by now?" I responded.
"I must confess that Sarah's been a bit vague this evening," replied Valerie.
"Yes, I made her cum. I took almost an hour, but I made her cum."
Valerie looked at me with admiration that bordered on awe. "Then you must be one sensational fuck, Arnie. Some of the best cocks in the country haven't even been able to warm her up."
"You taught me everything I know," I said grinning, and Valerie gave me a hug in appreciation.
"Well, now that you've had a go with each of us," said Valerie, "I think the next step is for Sarah and me to get together and complete your sexual education."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean," said Valerie, "that as of now, you've jerked off and you've fucked. But you've never been blown, or buggered, or anything like that."
"No ... "
"Well, Sarah and I have a little routine we do. We call it our around the world tour." Valerie jumped out of bed and slipped on her nightgown, which clung to my sticky spunk which was smeared all over her body.
"See you tomorrow night," she said, "and don't waste any of your precious cream between now and then. I expect a whole mouthful."
And with that, she was out the door.
I lay in bed and tried to contemplate a threesome with Sarah and Valerie. Either one of those girls alone was a man-sized task. Would I be up to this next test? Well, I reasoned, nothing to do but wait and see.
The following day seemed endless. Whether by design or not, I didn't see either Sarah or Valerie from lunch until dinner, and on those two occasions they hardly said more than, "please pass the salt." Valerie didn't lay a hand on my cock or balls even once.
It was like a hazing ritual they were putting me through, and it was working, because by the time I went up to bed, I was at such a pitch of sexual tension that my balls were aching with their load of jism.
Unlike the night before when I had climbed into bed and quickly fallen asleep, only to find Valerie's advances an intrusion, this night I was tight as a drum and wide awake, hoping they'd come to my room early. I had even undressed before getting into bed, so that when the covers were pulled back, they'd be greeted by my massive hardon.
At a quarter past eleven, the bathroom door that led from Valerie's room opened, and the two sisters stood there, framed in the doorway, and each was stark naked.
What a breathtaking study in contrasts they were. Sarah's golden skin and coal-black hair, and Valerie's slightly fleshy body with her face partly covered by stray wisps of her unkempt brown locks.
Valerie smiled and laughed. "Here we are, the famous Pennington sisters. We sing and dance and fuck."
"And suck and bugger and finger," added Sarah, for only the second time since I'd met her, allowing her face to break into a warm smile.
"Come and get me," I said, tossing back the covers to reveal my throbbing hardon, already streaked with strands of pre-cum.
Valerie walked over to the bed and pulled off all the covers except the bottom sheet, wrapping everything else into a ball and tossing the bundle into a far corner of the room.
"First of all, let's get rid of these things," she said. "We need all the room we can get."
Then she hopped up onto the bed next to me and encircled my cock with her moist hand.
"God, how I love your cock, Arnie. It's so big and beautiful and hard." She winked at Sarah, who had walked across the room toward us, and now stood next to the bed, her great firm tits jutting out almost level with my face. "I wonder if it tastes as delicious as it looks."
Valerie began to cover my cockhead with her lips, and licked a strand of pre-cum out of my cockslit. She swallowed it eagerly and then looked up at me.
"Has anyone ever taken your cock in their mouth before?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"Has anyone ever licked your drool off the shaft of your cock and off your big and heavy hairy balls?"
And without waiting for a response, she proceeded to do just that.
"No," I said, but by the time I got the words out, my statement was no longer accurate.
"Valerie's a true cocksucker," said Sarah, "arid she prides herself on giving the best blowjobs in Kansas."
"I know I'm the best in Kansas," said Valerie. "Whether I'm the best in America only waits to be seen."
"And she also enjoys giving a boy his first maiden blowjob, as it were," said Sarah, "so you're in for quite a treat."
"No, I'm the one who's in for a treat," said Valerie, as she sucked the entire head of my cock into her mouth, and tongued the delicate opening in the glans.
The sensation was indescribably intense, and I could easily have abandoned myself to Valerie's sucking and shot my bolt in a few seconds had that been my desire. But I knew we were in for a long night of high-powered sex, and since there's a limit to a man's cum capacity-even a young stud such as I was then-I decided to control myself and bide my time, in order to derive full satisfaction from whatever my gorgeous cousins had in store.
"What are you going to do?" I asked Sarah, as Valerie moved down from the head of my cock and began lapping the sides of my shaft.
"Well, first I'm going to get in a few licks," Sarah said, as she sat down on the bed and buried her head between my legs.
The next thing I knew, Sarah had one of my heavy nuts in her mouth, and she was sucking on the fleshy skin, and revolving the tender ball itself with her soft tongue. After sucking each sac into her mouth and tonguing it thoroughly, Sarah then began a delicate nipping action with her teeth. She would make sharp little bites on the soft flesh, always careful not to harm the fragile balls-and these bites sent shock-waves of pleasure-pain throughout my entire body.
Indeed, with Valerie licking my cockshaft, and Sarah nibbling at my balls, I felt transported into a sexual frenzy that was beyond my imaginings. I had thought that to fuck was the ultimate sexual experience, but the double-barreled blowjob that was being so meticulously administered to my oozing cock was another dimension beyond.
"Get up on your knees," Sarah said, after she had nipped at my nuts for a good ten minutes.
"What for?" I asked.
"You'll see," she said, and since I was the initiate, I decided to do her bidding.
I rose to my knees, which sent my cock jutting forth from my body at a ninety degree angle. Valerie, who had finished licking my cockshaft for a while, and now had my cockhead in her mouth, torturing the slit with her tongue once again, continued her ministrations without losing a beat as I changed positions.
Sarah, on the other hand, stopped her nippling and sucking around my balls and moved around behind me on the bed.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Up your ass," she replied.
"Up my ass?" I responded. I had no idea what my oldest cousin had in mind.
And then I knew, as I felt her firm pointed tongue inserted forcefully into my asshole, as if it were a moist tiny .prick. She jabbed her tongue in and out a few times, and I felt an explosion in my loins that threatened to bring on my already overdue orgasm.
"Oh ... ahhhh, I'm gonna cum," I groaned.
"No, not yet," said Valerie, immediately pulling her lips from off my pulsing straining cock. "Not until we've given you the full treatment."
A second later, she gave my cock a hard whack with two of her fingers, which caused it to immediately wilt and go limp, until its large swollen head was drooping down toward the bedsheet.
"Ouch, goddamnit, that hurt," I said.
"Look, city boy," said Sarah, removing her supple tongue from my asshole, "either you get blown right or not at all. If you cum too quickly, it ruins the whole thing. Now what's it gonna be?"
I looked at my sagging cock, and then at the two lovely girls who were providing me with such pleasure. Valeria's lips were smeared with oozings of pre-cum, while Sarah's face was spread into what I thought quite literally must be a shit-eating grin.
"No, I don't want to spoil things," I said. "You go ahead and give me the full treatment."
"And you exercise a little self-control over that prick of yours," said Valerie.
"Yes, ma'am," I said, giving the girl whose head was placed tantalizingly between my legs a mock salute.
And in the next moment, the two of them were back at work, ministering to my prick and asshole, and bringing my cock back up to full staff.
Sarah licked all around the rim of my asshole, and occasionally flicked out her tongue, probing for just a moment within my ass. Each tongue flick sent an involuntary shudder through my body, causing a particularly noticeable reaction in my balls. Whenever Sarah's tongue touched the delicate inner flesh of my asshole, my balls would contract and press upwards against the base of my cock in a powerful spasm. I guess it was just one more example of my great naivet�, but I'd never before realized the intense sexual sensations that could be aroused in a man's asshole.
Meanwhile, Valerie was sucking and tonguing my cock with great abandon. She gobbled as much of the head and shaft into her mouth as she could take at first, and then as her sucking and Sarah's ass-tonguing began to take effect, she let my cock swell and harden within her mouth, until eventually its expanded size forced my cock out so that only its purplish throbbing head remained between her lips.
Having brought me back to full arousal, the two sisters really went to town. Sarah began jabbing her tongue fiercely into my asshole, time after time after time. She was tongue-fucking my ass, and my balls were leaping around in response to this manipulation.
Valerie was doing a whole variety of tricks. First, she would suck my cockhead deep into the back of her throat, applying very great suction. This invariably drew a strand of pre-cum from my cockslit which she would quickly swallow.
Then, after a few deep sucks, Valerie would begin licking up and down the shaft of my cock, taking sharp little bites into my cockflesh. At first, I recoiled in pain from her nippings, but soon I was inundated with such a surge of sexual frenzy that the bites just sent my passion soaring higher. And the result of all this sucking, licking and biting was that my cock was swelling and hardening to a degree beyond anything I'd ever known.
The veins in my cock usually remained invisible when I would jerk off, even at the moment of my climax, when I was shooting my rich gouts of cream from my cockslit. My cock muscles, likewise, while having the force to propel my jism five or six feet into the air, never became visible to my eyes. But now, with the combined titillation provided by Valerie and Sarah, the veins and muscles of my cock were forming thick fleshy ridges in my cockshaft, stretching my delicate cockflesh almost beyond its endurance.
My usually smooth cock now took on the aspect of a gnarled tree stump, as the extraordinary suckings and bitings of my two cousins caused the blood to pour into the veins of its shaft and distend its muscles as if my cock were a weightlifter's biceps.
By now, the pleasure was so great, the sensations so intense, that I knew the end had to come soon. No ecstasy continues forever, and that ecstasy provided by Sarah and Valerie was ho exception.
And yet, they kept me at the peak of sexual excitement for an amazingly long period of time. Whenever it seemed that my balls could ho longer take the pressure-whenever my spunk began to rise up my cockshaft-Valerie would remove her tongue and lips from my cock and allow my approaching orgasm to subside.
And then finally it was more than I could bear. My arousal was becoming an agony, and I longed for the sweet bliss of release.
"Oh now," I begged. "Let me cum now. I'm ready to explode."
As an answer, Sarah began to move her tongue into my asshole at an ever faster rate, and as she did so, she also grabbed hold o� my balls. Valerie abandoned the licking and biting of my shaft, and took the full huge head of my cock into her mouth. She began to apply a more powerful sucking motion than any she had yet administered, and it continued without cease as my spunk began to demand its release from my swollen balls.
I could see Valerie's cheeks drawn in as she maintained her steady intense sucking pressure against the head of my cock, and then, suddenly, Sarah squeezed my balls tightly within her hand.
"Aaarrgghh!" I screamed, quickly covering my mouth with my hand so that my outburst wouldn't awaken the rest of the household.
And then I began to cum, my cock twitching violently under this immense threefold pressure. At first there were two powerful contractions that produced no spunk, but the third one sent a tremendous wad of cream deep into Valerie's open throat. She took my bolt of j ism without diminishing her sucking action for even an instant. Just the wink of her eye told me she'd received my jism and that it had been a goodly dose.
And then another violent spasm in my cock brought forth a second huge wad of cum, which was quickly followed by another and another. And as each spasm diminished in intensity and in the quantity of jism it expelled, they began to come closer together, until finally I was emitting a thin steady stream of fuck-juice into Valerie's still sucking mouth.
When at last my cum was completed, Valerie slowly removed her lips from my cockhead. But I could tell from the way she was holding her mouth closed and from the puffiness in her cheeks, that her mouth still held my entire supply of cream. She smiled at me suggestively, and I thought that now she would spit it into her hand and rub my cum all over her body.
But Sarah suddenly demanded her rights.
"I want some of it too," she said, removing her tongue from my asshole and moving across the bed until she was kneeling next to Valerie.
"I want to taste city boys' cum," she said. "It's only fair."
And with that, Valerie and Sarah joined their lips together in an exquisite soul kiss, and as their mouths opened to one another, Valerie allowed half of my spunk to pass from her mouth to Sarah's. It was an incredibly erotic sight, and one that fueled my masculine pride, as these two wanton young women both sucked jointly on my creamy emission.
The kiss lasted for almost a minute as the two sisters passed my spunk back and forth between their mouths, and when it was over, my spunk was divided equally between them.
As they parted from their embrace, each with a mouthful of my cum, they turned their faces to me and smiled. I wondered what would happen next, and then, in short order, I knew.
Sarah swallowed her share of my jism, and then kissed me, the taste of my cum still fresh upon her lips. Valerie, true to my expectations, spat her portion of my cream into her palm, and began to smooth it all over her body, particularly around her face and neck, as if my cum were a sweet perfume. Then she too kissed me, and not only could I taste my spunk on her tongue, but I could smell its musky odor from where it was drying into her smooth young beautiful skin.
And then, our sexual appetites momentarily satisfied, we all lay back upon the bed to rest.
"How did you enjoy your first blowjob, Arnie?" asked Valerie.
"Sensational," I said. "I'm just afraid I'll be spoiled for the next girl who sucks my cock."
"You'll never be sucked that well again," said Valerie. Then she grinned. "Except by me, of course."
"Don't forget the ass-tonguing you got, said Sarah. "Valerie's blowjob would only have been ordinary if I hadn't been licking your asshole and squeezing your big beautiful balls."
I could sense the jealousy in her voice, and I realized that my two cousins were vying for my approval, each hoping I'd say she had given me the greater degree of pleasure. But I couldn't afford to praise one at the expense of the other, for that might risk alienating one of these two fabulous sex-mates, and I wanted to keep' all my options open for the remainder of the summer.
"You were both sensational," I said. "It was an incredible experience, and it was twice as good because you shared in my sex lesson."
It wasn't a response that thrilled either one of them, but it was the only one that could have left them both relatively satisfied-which fortunately, it did.
So there we lay-me in the middle-Sarah arid Valerie curled up against me, one on each side, as I waited for my sexual juices to replenish themselves. My right hand toyed with the bouncy springy nipples of Valerie's tits, while my left hand wound its way through Sarah's pussy hairs. And the two of them reached out occasionally to stroke my flaccid cock or to gently squeeze my fast-refilling balls.
"What shall we do to Arnie next?" asked Valerie, placing her head on my chest as she talked across my body to her sister.
"I thought we'd teach him a little ass-fucking," said Sarah, "and maybe break his second cherry at the same time.
"You mean, have Arnie fuck my ass while you fuck his?" asked Valerie.
"Sure. Why not?" said Sarah, getting up on her elbows and smiling lasciviously into my face.
"But how can you fuck my ass?" I asked.
"With a dildo," said Sarah. "You do know what a dildo is, don't you?"
"You mean an artificial cock?"
"Right," she said, "complete with a supply of nice warm water."
"Good idea," said Valerie. "You get the dildo from your bedroom, while I suck Arnie's cock a little bit to get him hard again.
Sarah started to get up, but I stopped her. "Wait a minute," I said. "You've already given me a delicious cum, but I haven't done anything for either of you yet. Why not teach me to do something that would give you pleasure.
"Like what?" asked Sarah, sliding back down beside me and cupping my balls in her hand.
"Well, like eating the two of you," I said. "I've never eaten a girl's cunt, and if I'm going to be a good lover, I think that's something I should know how to do-and how to do well."
"That's very sweet of you to think of us, Arnie," said Valerie, leaning over and kissing me wetly on the lips. "And I think it's a great idea. What about you, Sarah?"
"I've never turned down a suck-off yet," said Sarah, "but you'll have to be awful good to make me cum."
"Have I let you down so far?" I asked, and Sarah answered my question with a smile.
"Not yet, horsecock," she said. "Not yet."
And so it was decided.
I'd had a good closeup look at Valerie's twat two nights earlier, the night of my maiden fucking. I'd even buried my head between her legs for a few seconds, taking her cunt lips and clit into my mouth, But my viewing of Valerie's cunt had only whetted my appetite for much much more, and the few seconds that I'd sucked on her clit and labia had only been a coming attraction for what I was about to do.
I slid down in the bed and lay with my face between Valerie's outstretched legs. The sight of her pinkish-red and perfectly shaped cunt lips virtually stopped my breath. This was an exquisite twat, I thought. The labia were small but perfectly formed, The clit was small but smooth, and as it poked its head out from beneath its fleshy hood, it was a tantalizing love object-playing a sort of hide-and-seek, I thought-teasing me to come and take it between my hungry lips before it disappeared again, And the cunt hole itself was equally tantalizing. It was almost invisible at the moment, no more than a tiny slit, and almost completely concealed by Valerie's inner cunt lips.
I guess I must have stared at this wondrous sight for longer than I had realized, because suddenly I heard Valerie's voice calling to me impatiently.
"What the fuck are you waiting for, Arnie?" she said. "Suck me. Eat my cunt."
I needed no further invitation. In less than a moment, my mouth was planted over her cunt lips, and I was sucking her sweet-smelling tender flesh into my mouth. I remembered the way Valerie had sucked my cock, and tried to apply her sucking techniques to the present situation. First I just sucked hard on her cunt lips, and then I began to nip at them with my teeth-gently, I thought, but evidently not gently enough.
"Ouch," she said. "You're biting too hard. Gentle, Arnie. Be gentle."
I continued to suck and to nip, but now my nips were tiny and delicate little bites. And as testament that I was doing my job well, Valerie let down a copious supply of cunt juice, the first of many I would taste that evening.
"Ooooo," that's good, Arnie," she said. "That's very good. Take me in your mouth and suck me crazy."
I moved my mouth upwards a couple of inches and pushed back the hood of her clit with my lips, exposing the delicate bud to my tongue. And then, as I first licked it, then sucked it into my mouth, I felt Sarah rolling me over on my side. I had wondered what Sarah would do to keep herself occupied while I was eating Valerie, and now I knew. Without missing a beat in my sucking of Valerie's clit, I tilted my body so that my cock was pointing in Sarah's direction. Immediately, she had it in her mouth and was sucking away furiously, bringing me to full hardness in a matter of moments.
This was perfect, I thought-sucking and being sucked-and as Sarah expertly blew my throbbing cock, I continued to eat Valerie, causing her to twist and writhe under my clit-sucking as she moved closer and closer to a tremendous cum.
"Oh, yes, Arnie, that's so good ... so good. Oh, yes Suck it harder, Arnie. Christ, you're a natural-born tongue-man. Oh, you're making me wild. I feel so wet. Can you feel how wet I am, Arnie? Can you taste my juices?"
I mumbled an affirmative reply, but I wasn't about to remove my lips from her clit to talk. I wasn't going to let anything disrupt my rhythm until I'd made her cum.
At the same time, I could feel Sarah cupping my balls as she'd done when Valerie was sucking my cock-cupping them and pressing them upwards against the base of my cockshaft. I felt my balls swell with a fresh supply of spunk, and I knew that I would have a second cum almost as big as my first.
A second outpouring of Valerie's juices suddenly filled my mouth, and now she was twisting and turning her body every which way, so that it was all \ could do to keep my lips fastened to her clit.
"Oh, Christ, Arnie, it's so intense--even stronger than when you fuck me. I can't stand it, but I love it. Oh, don't stop. Don't ever stop. Suck me off ... suck my cunt, my big juicy motherfucking cunt."
I applied as much suction as my lips were capable of, but was careful to keep my teeth off of Valerie's tender clit. The last thing I wanted to do was cause her any pain, pain that would distract her from the climax that lay just ahead.
"Oh, now, Arnie," she said, as still more cunt juice oozed into my mouth and down my chin.
"I'm starting to cum, Arnie. My cunt's twitching inside. I'm on fire, Arnie. Quick, put your tongue in my cunt. Fuck my cunt with your tongue."
I removed my lips from Valerie's pulsing clit and placed them over the opening in her cunt, thrusting my tongue deep into her cunthole. It sure was twitching. I could feel her cunt muscles contracting around my tongue just as they had contracted around my cock.
Valerie thrust her pelvis into the air, then slammed it back down onto the bed, as she was carried away by the force of her orgasm. I continued to thrust my tongue in and out of her cunt, as she bathed me twice more in her juices, and I was still tongue-fucking her when she pushed my face away from her cunt with her hands.
"Oh, no more ... no more. I can't take any more. That was so good, Arnie, so motherfucking good."
Sarah continued to suck on my cock, but I hadn't blown my load yet. "Let's all take a break," I said, as I rested my head on the bedsheet between Valerie's legs. I could hear Valerie's deep heaving breaths mingle with my own. I was worn out from the headjob I had given Valerie, and my toughest assignment was still before me.
Sarah released my cock from between her lips and moved up beside me between her sister's legs. She took a lick of Valerie's cunt juice from Valerie's sopping thighs and swallowed it.
"Mmmmm," she said, savoring the taste. "You sure made my sister cum. She rarely makes that much juice, and I've seen her eaten dozens of times."
These constant reminders that I was but one stud among many annoyed me, and yet I had to take pride in what Sarah was saying. If I hadn't been these girls' first lover, and if it was doubtful I'd be their last, I could at least try to be their best.
"But now it's my turn," she said, before I'd really had time to catch my breath. "Let's see what the city boy can do for Sarah."
I was still exhausted from the exertion of eating Valerie, but I was reluctant to betray any weakness in my sexual prowess. And so, with a sigh and a prayer for my success, I placed my head between Sarah's legs and began to lap at her cunt.
Before plunging headlong into my headjob on Sarah, I licked around her cunt lips and along the upper portions of her thighs, thus affording myself a good long look at my oldest cousin's pussy.
I guess a capsule observation would be to say that except for the fact that Sarah's pussy hair was black, her cunt was very similar to Valerie's, though on a much larger scale. One obvious difference in size was Sarah's cunt hole, stretched to a permanent diameter of almost two inches from her repeated fuckings by Thunder.
But beyond that, their were other differences, differences in degree rather than in kind. Sarah's outer and inner cunt lips were both perfectly formed, just as Valerie's were, but Sarah's were no longer an adolescent pinkish-red-they were a deep crimson, almost blood-red, in fact. And Sarah's clit, while exquisitely shaped like her younger sister's, protruded a full half-inch beyond its fleshy hood when aroused. Except for her out-sized cunt hole, Sarah, like Valerie, had a magnificent twat, but being older and being a bigger girl, her sex organs were of greater size and maturity.
With my observations over, I went to work, sucking Sarah's cunt lips into my mouth and applying great pressure on them. Looking ahead, I anticipated that sucking off Sarah would be difficult. Her cunt was so desensitized from the assault of Thunder's giant cock that my tongue couldn't hope to arouse it. I'd barely been able to make her cum with my nine-inch prick, and my tongue was only a fraction as long or thick.
But as if in answer to my unasked question, Sarah provided the first clue to solving my dilemma.
"Harder, goddamnit," she said. "Bite me. Hurt me. I'm no precious little flower."
And so I began to nip at her cunt lips with my teeth, first tentatively, and when that didn't seem to move her, then harder and harder. I was afraid that I'd make her bleed, but she continued to egg me on.
"Come on! Suck my cunt lips. Munch my cunt. Give it to me, goddamnit."
I was biting all up and down her outer lips now, taking big chunks of flesh into my mouth and sinking my teeth deep into the folds of skin. I continued for several minutes, expecting any second to be rewarded with a flow of cunt juice-but it didn't come.
I moved to the more tender inner lips and continued to bite at them just as fiercely, so fiercely that I did taste blood, and stopped out of fear that I'd hurt her.
"That's more like it," she said. "Keep going. I want you to hurt me. I need you to hurt me."
And as I continued to chew on her inner cunt lips, I noted the first mark of success. The taste of blood was now mingled with the first taste of her cunt juices.
And as I was relishing this minor achievement, I noticed that Valerie had revived and was now rubbing my cock in her hands, bringing it back to a state of full erection before taking it in her mouth. And as her lips finally encircled my now hardened prick, I was shaken by the electric sensation that only Valerie's lips seemed able to provide.
But my orgasm was of distinctly secondary importance for now. I had to bring off Sarah-partly because I owed her a good cum, but more out of a need to once and forever prove my masculine prowess.
"My clit," she moaned. "Suck my clit now, and suck it hard."
I took Sarah's clit between my lips and sucked in as hard as I was able. I felt a shudder run through her body and a second supply of cunt juice flow down my chin. But as I continued to suck on her clit with all the strength my jaw muscles could muster, I realized with the passage of time that my efforts were insufficient to make her cum.
"Bite it," she said.
I hesitated. To bite her cunt lips had been one thing, but even with my limited knowledge of sex, I was aware that the clit was a woman's most delicate organ.
"Go ahead and bite it," she said. "It's the only way."
I nipped gently against the hood of her clit, hoping that would do the trick, but it was soon evident that I'd have to take aim on the organ itself.
"Stop fucking around," said Sarah, "I want a cum real bad."
For some reason, Sarah's last remark pissed me off. How could she accuse me of fucking around? I'd been eating her cunt for half an hour already. In anger, I bit down hard on her throbbing clit, and as I felt a stream of blood flow into my mouth, I also felt her body shake convulsively as a huge flow of cunt juice spilled out of her and down over my face.
"Oh, Christ, yes," she said. "That's it. More like that ... much more."
I found myself virtually chewing on her clit, afraid I was wounding her for life, only to find I was driving her insane with passion.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Oh, Christ, I'm gonna cum, city boy. I'm gonna cum so big you won't believe it. I'm gonna shoot off like you've never seen, More ... more ... more ... "
I continued to munch away on Sarah's pulsing clit, as Valerie continued to suck and fondle my huge cock. What I was doing to Sarah excited me in a strange way I found difficult to comprehend. I was deriving a certain sadistic pleasure from hurting her, and it was a sensation I had never known before. And this, coupled with Valerie's expert tonguing of my cock and balls, was getting me ready for an explosive cum in my own right.
"My asshole," blurted Sarah, in what was almost a shout. "Shove your finger up my asshole."
It had been pleasant when Sarah had licked and fingered my asshole, but I recoiled momentarily from doing the same to her.
"Hurry," she said. "I'm almost there. It'll bring me off. Hurry."
I took a deep breath and shoved my middle finger as far up Sarah's asshole as it would go.
"Two fingers," she screamed. "Three. Hurry."
I managed to insert my three middle fingers into Sarah's asshole and began shoving them in and out furiously. At the same time, I was still biting on her clit, my face inundated with what was by now an unending flow of her cunt juices.
"Yes, Christ, that's it," she shrieked.
There was a spasm that convulsed her entire body from head to toe, and then she was twitching and writhing all over as if seized by a fit. I no longer had a grip on her clit, just my fingers shoving in and out of her asshole.
And as Sarah tossed her body around on the bed, flailing her arms wildly above her head, I could see a steady stream of her juice issuing forth from her gaping cunt hole. With my three fingers still in her asshole, she shoved another three fingers into her cunt. I could feel them through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole, and she was tearing away at her insides as if she would rip her womb right out.
It was then-at the peak of Sarah's frenzy-that I allowed my own sensations full rein, and as Valerie sucked and sucked on my full pulsing cock, I began pouring jet after hot steaming jet of rich thick cream into her waiting mouth. This time she didn't try to hold it in her mouth, but allowed my jism to spill lewdly down her chin and onto her neck and chest. The more I shot, the more white cream ran out of her mouth, as she smiled up at me lasciviously.
It seemed that there was spunk everywhere. x Sarah's juice was running down her thighs and soaking the bedsheet. My jism was running out of Valerie's mouth, down over her body until it too soaked the bedsheet. And-then I saw that all the while she'd been sucking me, Valerie had been fingering herself, so that she had a handful of her own spunk and a puddle between her own legs.
I was blowing my mind on all this sex. As Sarah's convulsions subsided, I dove between her legs and swallowed great mouthfuls of her spunk.
"Oh, you're fantastic," she moaned, her head rolling from side to side. "Christ, do you give head, baby! Do you give head!"
I dove between Valerie's legs, licking up another dose of her delicious cunt juices, And then I kissed Valerie full on the mouth, sucking my own jism into my throat and swallowing it.
Nothing seemed disgusting. I was out of my skull with blind wonton lust. It was fantastic.
I climbed back down to her cunt and stuck my head in there,-between those trembling thighs, in past the quaking, shaking cunt lips.
"Ohhhhhh!" she screamed.
"We're not through yet, baby," I laughed up at her. "There's a whole lot more to do!"
"Yes, yes, yes, suck me! Suck my fucking cunt! Suck all that juice out of there, you beautiful cuntlapper! Uggg! Yes, yes, wow! Ohhhhhh!"
My tongue dragged across the walls of her pussy, up and down, in and out, fucking her cunt with my tongue just as if it was a prick.
"I love it, I love it. I love it," she groaned over and over again as she shook to my oral examination. "Oh, you do know how to suck!"
"It's your cunt that does it, baby!" I cried gaily. "Your cunt makes my tongue come alive, gives it the spark it needs to keep wiggling around in there ... "
"Don't talk, you fool! Don't stop that licking! Put your tongue back in my twat at once! Yes, yes, now, I want to feel it again!"
"Okey-doke."
So I pried her cunt lips apart once more and sank my lapping dagger back into her hole, spinning it around repeatedly, round and round, up and down, on and on, in and out.
The juice was really pouring out of there now, spraying over my lips and nose like the ocean spray on the bow of a ship in a storm.
"I'm coming, yes, yes, I am! I don't believe it, but it's true, already I'm coming again! God, you are wonderful! You are too much! Yeeeeee!"
I didn't even stop then, when she was proclaiming her orgasm, but lapped on, faster and faster, ripping through her cunt with my tongue, dashing across all the soft hills and valleys of that beautiful opening.
She scratched at me some more, and pulled my hair till I thought it was all going to rip out by the roots. She was one earthy, horny bitch, no question at all!
Slowly, she quieted down and I was able to extract my tongue in one piece.
"Why did you stop?" she asked.
"Why? Didn't you have enough?"
"No, I could go on forever!"
"But my tongue can't!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day found me out in the wheat fields, inspecting the stalks of grain for any of the various insects and animal pests that could be the undoing of a Kansas wheat crop. I was mastering my chores around the farm quite quickly.
By day, I would work either the corn, the wheat, or the soybean fields; by night, I would fuck and suck with my two older cousins. It wasn't a bad deal, as I enjoyed both enterprises.
Yes, I also enjoyed the farmwork. Perhaps for a boy who'd grown up on a farm, inspecting, weeding and spraying crops under a brutal summer sun would be both boring and unpleasant. But I was a city boy, as Sarah kept reminding me, and life at the Pennington farm was like a tonic to both my mind and body.
The work was physically strenuous, but it involved no stress. There was none of the tension and anxiety I associated with my father's work back in New York. Dad made a lot of money, but he'd had high blood pressure since he was in his late thirties, and he'd had a heart attack when he was just forty-two. Sure, there were problems to running a farm. Too much rain could cause flooding; too little rain could bring on a drought-and either one of these natural disasters could wipe out a season's entire crop.
But it was man against nature on a farm, not man against man as in the city, and that was the crucial difference. I think what had made my father old before his time was the vicious in-fighting that was part and parcel of a business career in New York. On the Pennington farm, you didn't have to worry about one of the farmhands bad-mouthing you or subverting your work to get ahead of you on the corporate ladder. A small farm might not bring in a lot of money, but at least you knew who owned it-you knew who was the boss.
As for the long hours under the Kansas sun-well, frankly, I thrived on that. I wasn't an outstanding athlete back in my high school, and if you didn't make a varsity team, it was hard to find athletic competition so you could keep in shape. Even at my tender age, my body had grown soft and flabby from simple disuse. But on the farm-well, after just the first few days, I could feel my muscles toning up; I could see the extra weight coming off; and I could feel myself turning into a physically toughened young man.
Of course, all that fucking and sucking was strengthening some other previously neglected muscles as well, but that was just a bonus to my sexual awakening.
And so, as I toiled away-shirtless in the searing late afternoon sun-I looked down at my freshly tanned body and felt pleased. I was maturing as a man in every possible way that summer, and I was determined never to regress to my former self ... never.
At four, Sarah's whistle signaled the end of the work day, and I debated whether or not I should head down to the stream for a swim. Finally I decided to take a raincheck on that idea, and figured I'd head back to the farmhouse for a shower and a nap. I would need my energy, I figured, if the night to come was to be anything like the night just past.
As I walked slowly back to the farmhouse, I strolled casually past the barn. By this time, Aunt Ruth, Trish, and Ned Sparks would all have completed milking the cows and bedding them down, and so I was surprised to find the barn door open. Aunt Ruth had made a major point of telling me never to leave the barn door open at the end of the day, as the temperature dropped into the forties at ' night, and a chilly wind would give the cows pneumonia. She told me that she lost a good cow to pneumonia every couple of years or so, and it was a stupid and unnecessary waste of life.
So, with Aunt Ruth's admonition in mind, I headed over to the barn to close the large swinging door. What stopped me in my tracks, however, was the sound of voices, from within the barn, voices that seemed to be arguing about something. It was Valerie. The second voice was a man's, and it was not immediately recognizable to me, though I knew I had heard it before.
I wasn't at all sure I shouldn't just walk on by. After all, the voices explained why the barn door was open, and that was my only legitimate concern. But Valerie did seem to be at odds with this man she was talking to, and I was concerned lest she be in some sort of difficulty. So, uncertain as to whether I was doing the right thing, I nonetheless moved closer to the barn, close enough to distinguish the conversation.
"You're gonna get fucked, young lady," said the male voice. "You're gonna get that pretty little cunt of yours fucked right off."
"No, no," said Valerie, protesting, but not too vehemently. "Keep that big ugly cock away from me. It's disgusting. Go away."
"Not until I've fucked you with this big ugly cock," said the male voice. "Not until I shoot my spunk up your juicy little twat."
"No, never," said Valerie. "I'll scream for help ... "
And without waiting another second, I burst into the barn, grabbing a pitchfork as I ran, determined to rescue my cousin from whomever her tormentor might be.
"I'm coming, Valerie," I screamed, as I found myself racing between a row of mooing cows on my left and a series of hay bales on my right. I looked around for Valerie and her assailant, then realized they must be behind the bales of hay. I jumped over the top, pitchfork raised above my head, and found myself standing just five feet away from where Ned Sparks was crouched over my cousin, his thick ugly cock pointed at her cunt hole. She was stripped naked from the waist down, while he had his jeans shoved down to his ankles. The scene spelled rape no matter how you looked at it-at least, it spelled rape no matter how I looked at it.
"Get away from her," I commanded, holding the pitchfork threateningly behind the back of Ned's neck.
He whirled around, his face paralyzed with both fear and astonishment.
"Arnie, for Christ's sake," said Valerie, a look of annoyance on her face, "put that goddamn thing down."
"Put it down?" I blurted. "And let this savage rape you? I'll put it down when you're safely back in the farmhouse, and when this fellow's been turned over to the police."
"Arnie," said Valerie, looking at me with disapproval, "you're out of your fucking mind, you know that? Ned's no savage."
"He was about to rape you," I said.
"Rape me?" said Valerie.
"Rape her?" said Ned, daring to utter his first words since I'd surprised the two of them. "There's a gal you don't have to rape."
"I heard you telling him to let you alone," I persisted. "I heard you say you'd scream for help. I don't know why you're protecting this son-of-a-bitch ... "
"I'm protecting that son-of-a-bitch," said Valerie, mockingly, "because I think he's a good fuck, and because I asked him to meet me here today."
"You asked him?" I gasped with disbelief, virtually dropping my teeth along with the pitchfork. "What do you mean, you asked him?"
"Look, Arnie," said Ned, apparently feeling he was out of danger, "I've been fucking with Valerie here ever since she was old enough to know how. We like to fuck together. Sometimes I ask her; sometimes she asks me. Today, she asked me. Simple."
"Is that true?" I asked Valerie, a knot growing in my stomach, and tears welling up within my eyes.
"Of course it's true," said Valerie. "I told you I fuck with the guys around the farm. Well, just because you're here doesn't mean I'm gonna stop. I mean, I can't shut Ned out all summer, and then expect him to still be here after you've gone."
"You mean that you're gonna keep fucking Ned all summer long?" I asked. I realized that I was deeply hurt, and in just a minute I was going to start crying and make a total ass of myself. I bit my lip to choke off the tears and waited for Valerie's reply.
"I'm gonna fuck Ned whenever I goddamn please." said Valerie defiantly, "and I please right now."
"But ... but those things you said ... "
"That's a little game we play," said Valerie. "I tease Ned 'cause he'd got such an ugly mean looking cock." She reached out and squeezed it, then laughed seductively.
Ned took his prick in hand and poked Valerie in the belly with it, and she laughed again.
I looked down at Ned's cock, and it sure was ugly and mean looking. It was easily as big as mine, maybe bigger, and it had a foreskin-the first one I'd ever seen. The foreskin alone made the cock seem sort of evil, like a cobra, I thought.
Ned had a thick veiny muscular cock that looked as if it had been dislocated or broken a couple of times and never reset properly. And when I said his cock was red, that was no exaggeration either. His cock looked like a piece of raw meat. It was a truly terrifying sight, but fascinating because it was so different from any cock I'd ever seen.
But now, I felt more than just hurt. I felt stupid. I was just standing above the two of them, staring down, with the pitchfork dangling from my hand. And they didn't seem to care one bit. They were ready to go at it whether I stayed and watched or not.
"Of course, you could join in with us, Arnie," said Valerie, "unless you're too square for something like that."
"Join you?" I said. I was totally bewildered. I knew that Valerie was a debauched young girl, and for the past several days, I'd been reveling in the fruits of her debauchery. If she weren't a horny little slut, she'd never have seduced me, and I'd still be a virgin jerking myself off each night to fall asleep.
But to see her naked with this grimy farmhand-it jarred my senses. I had to know she did things like this, and she probably did much worse, but I hadn't wanted to see it. I hadn't wanted the truth made so literal. And now she was asking me to join them.
I looked down at Valerie's pouting cunt, the inviting lips spread slightly in her excitement. I also looked at the menacing weapon in Ned's hand, that ferocious cock of his, that cock that was already dripping pre-cum onto my cousins soft fragile belly.
"Yes, you can join us," said Valerie. "That is, if Ned doesn't mind."
Ned looked up at me and smiled. "Nah, I don't mind. He's family, ain't he?" He laughed. "Take off your pants, Arnie, and stay. You might learn something."
I started to respond to that last wisecrack, but Valerie beat me to it.
"No, you're the one that might learn something, Ned. Arnie's a better fuck than you'll ever be. He's tender as well as passionate, and he's got finesse."
"Finesse, bullshit," said Ned. "The question is, what kinda cock's he got?"
Maybe I was intrigued by the makeup of this threesome, and maybe I just wanted to prove to Ned just who was the better fuck. But whatever the reason, I found myself laying down the pitchfork and unzipping my pants. Ned watched closely as I allowed my jeans to fall to my ankles, and he glanced admiringly at the huge bulge in my shorts. I took my time removing them, allowing my cock to harden further, and teasing Ned a bit once I realized he was interested in the size of my cock.
When I finally unveiled my pecker, Ned let out a whistle. "Man, that's quite a joint you got there, Arnie. How old're you?"
"Seventeen and still growing," I retorted. "How old are you?"
"Thirty and still cuming," he said, shaking loose a strand of pre-cum so that it dropped onto Valerie's abdomen.
We each looked at our cocks, exposed for comparison as they were. No, I thought. I wasn't being fair to myself. My cock's just as big as Ned's, and it is still growing. And as for esthetics, why most women would run in fright from the sight of Ned's ugly monster. Most women-but not my cousin, not Valerie.
"Best looking prick I ever saw on a kid your age," said Ned appreciatively. "Look forward to seeing it in action."
And with that, he turned away from me, and inserted his own twisted tool into Valerie's waiting cunt.
"Ooohh," said Valerie, letting out a big breath. "That's soooo good. Oh, yes. Less talk and more action. Fuck me, Ned, baby. Fuck me hard and dirty."
As I looked on, I realized that hard and dirty was the only way Ned knew how to fuck. He bucked and heaved his cock into Valerie's cunt, accompanying each thrust with an animal-like grunt. From where I stood, behind him, all I could really see were his balls, and they were a sight. Swollen and heavy, they brushed against the hay that was strewn all over the barn floor. They were easily the largest and reddest and ugliest balls I had ever seen, but they were unforgettable. In fact, everything about Ned Sparks' fucking equipment was unforgettable. I had to give the bastard credit for that.
I thought from the noises that Ned was making that he'd cum within the first minute, but apparently he was just a crude fucker. And he must have been using up a lot of energy from the way he thrashed around, slapping his thighs and balls against Valerie, pounding his cock into her so that I thought for sure he'd split her cunt in two.
But I'd better stop being a critic and start being a participant, I thought, and so I removed my pants and shorts completely, and lay down beside Valerie, As Ned kept fucking away in his mulish fashion, I savored a few deep kisses, then sucked Valerie's tits, taking each nipple in turn into my mouth, and licking and biting it until it was hard and tingling. And all the while, Valerie had her hand on my cock, rubbing the shaft up and down and kneading my balls carefully with her fingers so that I'd be ready as soon as Ned was done.
After a bit, I turned and looked up so that I could watch Ned fucking from virtually the same vantage point as Valerie. His face was all red, the veins standing out in his temples, the muscles seemingly ready to burst through the flesh of his neck. Rather than enjoying a good fuck. Ned seemed to be undergoing a sort of agony.
"He has trouble cuming," Valerie whispered into my ear, "though he always says he's holding back for me. I think he's a bit impotent myself, though he'll make it sooner or later."
I looked up at Ned again, and his suffering seemed to have increased.
"Fuck," he muttered, to nobody in particular. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... " Over and over again, as his legs, each out of coordination with the other, continued to flail and thrash as his cock worked its herky-jerky way into my cousin's sweet cunt.
"Mmmmmm," said Valerie, allowing herself to get carried away by Ned's clumsy thrusts. "Keep pounding that big fuckstick into my cunt. Keep fucking me. Fuck my brains out. Make me cum. Give me a great big cum, Ned baby, a real whopper."
"You bet I will," grunted Ned, and I thought those words might be his last. He really seemed about to collapse or burst a blood vessel from his exertions, and yet still he persisted, never once letting up from the frantic pace he had set himself.
And then, after another series of violent thrusts and jousts, Ned's cock slipped right out of Valerie's cunt. She reached down to guide it back in, but he brushed her hand away.
"I've got it," he said, as he pulled back the foreskin to expose the entire huge red head of his now throbbing prick. From where I lay beside Valerie, it looked even more menacing than before, and I understood for the first time why cocks are often referred to as weapons. Ned's cock didn't look like an instrument of love; it looked like an instrument of destruction.
With the sopping glistening head now bared for both of us to see, Ned lunged downward and buried his tool in Valerie right up to the hilt. Another few thrusts, and then he was on his way over the top.
"Oh, fuck, I'm cuming. I can't hold it back any more," he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot."
His eyes glazed over, and his mouth grimaced in pain. Spittle dribbled from his lips and ran down his chin. His body arched and heaved, as he slammed his cock ferociously in and out.
"Oh, I can feel it," said Valerie, trying to talk herself into cuming, trying desperately to hurry up her climax.
"Oh, Christ, there's the first wad. So much, so thick. I feel it. I feel it twitching. Oh, your great big cock is twitching all over I feel it ... I feel it. Oh, keep on cuming. Fill me up. Fill my cunt with your thick hot spunk. More, Ned baby. More. Keep cuming, Ned. Bring me off. Bring me off, please ... PLEASE!"
Valerie was screaming now, as Ned shot the last of his cream into her cunt and collapsed in a heap on top of her, his body still heaving as he gasped for breath.
I could see from the pained expression on Valerie's face that she hadn't made it.
"Sorry," said Ned. "Tried to wait ... couldn't help it ... so good, though ... came like a horse ... Christ ... "
"Shit," muttered Valerie under her breath. She rolled Ned's heavy inert body off of her, and he lay spreadeagled on the hay-covered floor beside her, still panting, still gasping-totally spent.
"Quick," said Valerie, turning to me in desperation. "Get inside me. Make me cum. If I don't cum soon, I'll go crazy."
"But ... but," I stammered, "his cum's still inside you. I can't put my cock inside you now ... "
"You gonna leave me like this?" she asked, pleading with her eyes. "I'm so horny ... gotta have a cum ... please, Arnie, please."
The thought of immersing my cock in another man's spunk repelled me, particularly when I knew who the man was. But this was a crucial moment in my relationship with Valerie. If I refused her, she might lump me together with the inadequate Ned Sparks and blame the two of us for leaving her high and dry. If I fucked her and made her cum, my superiority as a fuck-mate would be dramatically and undisputedly established.
I decided to cast my gut feelings aside and fuck her, I got up on my knees and placed myself between her legs, and as I held my hardened cock in my hand and prepared to guide it home, I could see Ned's thick spunk running out of her cunt, down her thighs and onto the floor. I felt a churning in my stomach, and thought briefly that I might not go through with it after all. But there was too much to lose. I closed my mind to Ned Sparks and what had gone before, and plunged my cock into Valerie's cunt.
It glided into her as if on an oil slick. Ned's cum had been colossal, and my cock was being totally bathed in his spunk. It was slimy and gooey, but to my surprise, not at all unpleasant. Once I had accepted the concept of fucking in another man's jism, of taking sloppy seconds to a dirty farmhand, the feelings were fantastic.
Valerie's cunt was so totally filled with cum that there was little friction. And yet she was so wildly aroused that little friction seemed necessary.
"Oh, Christ, Arnie, your cock feels so good, so goddamn motherfucking good. It's so big and smooth and beautiful. Oh, fuck me. Fuck my brains out. Give your little cousin her cum."
I moved my cock in and out of Valerie smoothly but rapidly. I found that the more I moved it in and out, the more of Ned's spunk was removed. My cock served as a sort of conveyor belt, carrying Ned's spunk from within Valerie's cunt along its shaft, then allowing it to drip down to the floor each time I withdrew my shaft for a new thrust. In just a few minutes, there was a puddle of cum between our legs, while Valerie's cunt was sufficiently emptied to have regained its friction.
Now she gripped me tightly, and as I continued to pummel her cunt with long sure even strokes, she began a long powerful orgasm that seemed to creep up from her toes until it enveloped her entire body.
"Get up on your knees, Arnie," she said. "Fuck down into my cunt. Fuck down deep into my womb."
I did as she suggested, and it gave me a strange sensation of omnipotence. I was high up on my knees now, with my cock pointing almost straight down to the floor. Valerie tilted her cunt up at me, and wrapped her legs tightly behind my back, so that I had total command of our fuck.
I pile-drove my cock into her, over and over again, each time hitting the mouth of her womb with my sensitive cockhead. Valerie tightened her cunt muscles around my cock to provide an exquisitely intense friction, and as she began to climax, I started myself.
"Oh, yes, Arnie-yes, yes, yes. Oh, Christ, I feel it so strong, so deep inside. I'm gonna cum, Arnie baby. I'm gonna explode like a bitch in heat. Oh, give me more of your thick juicy cock. Shove it in. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my horny gooey motherfucking cunt."
Suddenly Valerie let out a gasp-then another. She held her breath for a few brief seconds that seemed like forever, and when she breathed out again, she was cuming.
"Yes, I've got it. It's here. Oh, fuck, I'm cuming. I made it. You did it. You made me cum. Oh, Christ, it hurts. It's so good, it hurts. I can't stand it. Stop. No, don't stop. Keep pumping. Oh, shoot. Shoot your hot sticky cum. Shoot your cum into my tight juicy twat. Do it ... do it."
I did. Aroused by her words and the intense friction from within her cunt, I began to pour load after load of cream deep into her womb. And then, after the second or third jet of jism, I withdrew my cock almost to the mouth of her cunt, so that just the head was inside her, and I held it there, motionless, pointing straight down into her cunt hole.
My cock was spurting now under its own steam, without need of any assistance from me. I just held it tantalizingly still, right at the mouth of her cunt. I could feel all of Valerie's cunt muscles exploding and twitching down below. The rim of her cunt was like a fleshy vise around the rim of my cockhead. And as I kept my cock perfectly still, I could feel its powerful contractions, as it blasted wad after wad of spunk down into the cavern of her cunt.
Valerie could feel every jet, and every blast from my cock set off electric sparks throughout her body. She grabbed at the floor in her ecstasy, squeezing fistfuls of hay between her fingers. Finally, unable to stand the agonizing pleasure any longer, she reached up and clawed at my chest, digging her nails into my flesh until I bled.
And there we were; Valerie, a crazed look of abject sexual frenzy on her face, her nails digging deep into my chest, as my cock continued to pelt her cunt with my sticky-sweet fuckjuice.
"I can't stand it," she screamed. "Too much. Too much. I've never been fucked like that. I can't take it. I'm going mad. Oh, Christ. I want it to go on forever. I want you to fuck me to death, Arnie. I wish your cock would keep on shooting until it killed me. I wish your cock would go on shooting forever.
Aaaarrgghhhhh," she grunted, as the twitching in her cunt began to speed up again, and Valerie began to blast off into a second cum, this one even more violent and powerful than the first.
Over and over, she repeated the same two words. She tore at my hair, virtually pulling it out of my head. She tore at her own hair, screaming wildly as if she were being beaten rather than fucked. And all the time, I just held my cock in place. Its supply of jism was gone, but it remained as hard as steel. I didn't move a muscle, as Valerie transported herself through a second complete orgasm by twisting and clutching her cunt muscles against my turgid prick.
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked over at Ned. He still lay on his back, his prick, now shrunken back inside its foreskin, draped meekly over his thigh. He was breathing deeply, but sound asleep, totally oblivious to all around him, totally unaware that he'd been more thoroughly out-fucked than ever before in his life.
Fuck her all you want, I thought to myself. Fuck Valerie till your dying day. She'll always be thinking of me.
That was a satisfying thought, whether it was completely the truth or not. I did think Valerie was devoted to me-at least much more so than she was to Ned.
He slept on contentedly, the dumb bastard, while I still perched nearby, with dear Valerie panting and sighing from the thoroughly good fucking I had given her. I shot enough come up her twat for her to be satisfied for years to come, or hours at least.
"Ohhhhh ... darling, darling ... fuck ... Arnie, you beautiful man ... fuck me, fuck me, yes, don't take it out, not yet, leave it in, every thick, beautiful inch of it, inside my hot, hot twat, oh yes, oh yes, ahhhh, it feels so good, it really does, darling, if only Ned could see how much I'm enjoying myself with you, he'd have a fucking fit!"
She laughed as she moaned, a mixture of mirth and total ecstasy on that attractive face of hers. She twisted around and around, grinding on, biting into her lip, her eyes alternately opening and closing as she rode the waves of passion that were passing over her.
"You really do like a fat prick in your cunt, don't you, girl?" I smiled at her, between breaths, as I tried to keep my prick stiff and hard inside her twat, as she expected me to do.
"I love it ... especially yours, Arnie, especially that big, thick one of yours ... "
"Yeah, baby, I could tell you did ... it was the way you looked or something, it just gave it all away."
"Mmmmm ... faster, faster now, Arnie, you're getting me going again, you are, you are, ohhhhh, God, yes, it feels so good, gaaaaaaaa!"
"I'm trying my best ... but of course I don't want to try too hard, baby, and wake up poor Ned, do I? He needs his beauty sleep."
"Yeah, right, heh heh ... oggggg! God, that cock feels good, it really does, fuck it to me, fuck it right through my damned cunt, you great beautiful man! Wow, I think I'm already starting to come again, dammit, that's incredible, you are incredible, Arnie!"
"Yeah ... yeah ... "
It was hard for me to speak, for my face was tightening with the strain and with the feeling that I was going to have another orgasm before I really wanted it. But I couldn't do anything about that. So instead I ran against it head first, ramming my prick harder and harder through her quaking, fiery doorway, past the hair and the taut cunt lips.
Her hands clawed at me, tearing into my shoulders and practically leaving them bleeding, which I didn't care much for, to tell the truth.
"Ohhhhh! Mmmmmmm! Arnie! Yes, yes, yes, oh God, do it to me!"
My prick began to harden with each shove I landed inside that hot pit. I sensed that my orgasm was very close to exploding now, very close indeed.
Still her hands raked up and down across my back, adding sheer pain to the sheer pleasure I was feeling. She also scratched at my buttocks as they clenched and opened rhythmically as I screwed in and out of her.
But nothing could stop me as I fucked. I battered in and out of her, faster, harder, over and over, again and again, till we were both shaking like maniacs.
"I'm coming, Arnie, I am, I am! It's beautiful! It's wonderful, it really is, even better than the last time, if you believe that!"
The pleasure was washing over me pretty intensely too, and I was anxious to feel the warm sweep of my ejaculation, so that I could come along with her.
It was about this time that I began to lose track of the days. The summer became a succession of orgiastic experiences between Valerie, Sarah and myself, and every night brought me new and unexpected pleasures.
However, it was about a week after the episode with Valerie and Ned Sparks that I had one of my greatest, and without question, my most unexpected pleasures-and it evolved in a rather unusual fashion.
I came in from the fields at about five, having taken a quick dip in the stream at the end of the day. And there on the sofa was Aunt Ruth, stretched out on her back and obviously in some discomfort. Valerie and Trish were standing around rather uselessly, while Sarah was in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"What's the matter?" I asked, greatly concerned by the scene which greeted me.
"Mother sprained her back trying to lift a twenty gallon milk jug all by herself," said Valerie.
"Why would she do something like that?" I said. "That's man's work."
"Ned went away," said Trish demurely, "and there was no one to do anything except mother and me."
"What does she mean, 'Ned went away'?" I asked Valerie. Somehow I couldn't see asking Trish that question, though she had as much reason to know the answer as anyone. After all, she and Aunt Ruth were the two people who worked with Ned Sparks every day. Yet I still considered Trish a child, and wanting an answer to an important question, I instinctively turned to one of her older sisters.
But Trish wasn't about to be bypassed. "He said he didn't feel comfortable around here any more," said Trish, "and that you and Valerie would know the reason why."
And as she spoke, Trish looked at me piercingly and knowingly, so that I found myself flushing crimson. I decided to change the subject as quickly as possible, and turned my attention to Aunt Ruth.
"How do you feel, Aunt Ruth?" I asked. "Did you hurt yourself very badly?"
"It's nothing serious," she said, "I've thrown out my back before, and I'm sure I'll do it many times again before I die. Just a damn nuisance. If I stay off my feet the rest of the night, I should be able to do my work tomorrow. In the meantime, Sarah's making dinner, and the rest of you should be in there helping her, not standing around me as if I were on my deathbed."
So my three cousins and I fixed dinner, which we proceeded to serve to Aunt Ruth on a tray, so that she could continue to sit comfortably on the sofa, rather than on one of the hard wooden chairs at the dining table. And after dinner, the four of us pitched in to do the dishes, so that by eight o'clock, dinner was behind us: the table was set for breakfast; and we were all sitting in the living room keeping Aunt Ruth company.
Aunt Ruth decided that what would probably be best for her would be to go on up to bed, and so, even though it was still very early, Sarah and I helped Aunt Ruth climb the stairs and walk down the hall to her bedroom.
"I think I'd better sleep with the bedboard tonight," she said. "Arnold, it's in the closet. Would you be a dear and slide it under the mattress for me?"
"Of course," I said. "Anything-else?"
"No, that's all," she said. She looked at Sarah and me. "You've both been very sweet-and Valerie and Trish as well. Thank them for me."
"It's nothing," I said, as I removed the queen-sized bedboard from the closet and slid it under the mattress to firm up the support for Aunt Ruth's bad back.
By this time, Sarah had gone back downstairs, and Aunt Ruth was slowly getting undressed for bed. She still had on a full slip over her bra and panties, and I was wondering just how much of her clothing she'd remove before suggesting that I leave.
"Anything else at all I can do?" I asked.
"No, not a thing," said Aunt Ruth. "You go on downstairs and keep your cousins company."
"You sure now?" I asked, realizing as I posed the question that I was anxious to spend as much time in Aunt Ruth's company as might be possible.
"Well, I tell you what," said Aunt Ruth. "Why don't you check in on me before you go to sleep. If I'm still awake by then, I might ask you to give my back a massage. If my muscles don't loosen up by themselves, that might do the trick."
She looked at me strangely, and I saw a look of melancholy cross her face.
"Your Uncle Hank gave the best massages in the whole world. There were nights I hurt my back much worse than today, but his hands were so firm and so loving-he could rub the pain out of anything."
I saw moistness begin to cloud Aunt Ruth's eyes, and figured that was as good a signal as any for my departure.
"Well, then," I said, "I'll stop by later. But meanwhile, you try and get to sleep."
"Oh, I will," she said. "And thank you for being so sweet, Arnold. You're a lovely boy."
Aunt Ruth held her arms out, and when I walked over to her, she hugged me against her and kissed me on the cheek. I could feel the massive softness of her huge breasts pressing against my chest, and my cock twitched gently inside my pants. I knew it was my aunt who was hugging me, but I knew it was a lonely sex-starved woman as well. Still, such thoughts seemed out of place.
"Good night, Arnold," she said, smiling warmly into my eyes. "That is, unless I'm still awake later on. Then it's not good night yet, is it?" She laughed gently.
"No, I guess not," I said, joining in the soft easy laughter. And then, feeling a bit awkward and confused about my emotions, I turned and left her bedroom, closing the door behind me.
Back down in the living room, the talk between my three cousins and me turned to matters of the farm, and then by about ten or so, we decided to call it a night and get some well-needed sleep.
On the way upstairs, Valerie leaned over and whispered in my ear. "No sex for me tonight. I've got my period."
"Tell Sarah I'll take the night off too," I whispered back. "I'll make it up to her tomorrow."
"Right," she said, squeezing my arm, and scampering up the stairs ahead of me.
I reached the head of the stairs in time to see each of my cousins disappear inside her bedroom, closing their doors behind them. I walked slowly into my own bedroom and closed the door, then took off my clothes, showered, and put on my pajamas. I sat on the edge of my bed until the sounds from my cousin's rooms subsided, and there was reason to believe they were asleep. Then I waited another ten to fifteen minutes just to be sure.
As I sat there, I questioned why I was taking such precautions if my stated mission was simply to walk down the hall to my aunt's bedroom and give her a massage. But then, the last time I'd entered Aunt Ruth's bedroom at night, I'd seen her masturbating. An aura of sexuality hung over that bedroom.
Finally I determined that I was safe from whatever intrusions might occur, safe to pursue whatever I it was that awaited me at the far end of the hall. I put on my bathrobe and made the long walk down the hall in my bare feet, trying to make as little noise as possible. When I reached Aunt Ruth's bedroom, I stopped, looked and listened. There was light coming from beneath her bedroom door, but no sound. I placed my ear against the door and listened more closely. Still nothing. Thus assured that I wouldn't again be walking in upon a sexual scene that might prove deeply embarrassing if Aunt Ruth were in sufficient control of her faculties to detect my presence, I turned the doorknob and walked on in.
Aunt Ruth lay flat on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling. She was dressed in a semi-transparent nightgown; the covers were thrown back; and her hair was quite disheveled. I thought for a moment that she might have recently finished masturbating, but later information convinced me she had just been tossing and turning in a vain attempt to find a comfortable position in which she might fall asleep.
As I entered, she raised her head slightly from her pillow. "I'd begun to think you weren't coming."
"Oh, no," I protested. "I promised to come, and I never break a promise."
"Forgive the way I look, Arnold," said Aunt Ruth. "I've tried a hundred different positions that might take the pressure off my back, but nothing seems to work. I must've made quite a mess of myself by now with all my tossing and fussing around on this bed."
"You look fine, Aunt Ruth," I said. "Don't be silly."
"You're a diplomat as always, Arnold," she said. Then, stretching her arms out to me. "Come, sit down beside me."
I walked across the room to her bed and sat gingerly at its edge. Perhaps because of the fact I felt so drawn to Aunt Ruth's mature and sensuous body, perhaps because of that fact, I found myself staying as far away as possible, as if to resist any potential temptation.
Aunt Ruth patted a spot on the bed alongside her waist. "Here," she said. "Move closer so I can see you better. It's uncomfortable for me to sit up any more than this."
As I did move closer, I felt my pulse begin to quicken. I tried to confine my gaze strictly to Aunt Ruth's face, but my eyes were wandering down to her breasts. The fact that her nightgown was only partially transparent aroused me twice as much as if her breasts had been brazenly bared for me to see. I could make out their fleshy fullness, but, in particular, I could see the dark outline of her nipples and aureoles. And as I sat beside her, I thought I could detect her nipples growing larger and more erect, now jutting upward and virtually forcing me to acknowledge their alluring existence.
I only dared steal one glance to Aunt Ruth's pussy area, but when I did, the outline of her great black bush was clearly evident. Christ, I thought. I'd give anything to see it close up, to run my fingers through its thick curly matting.
But I quickly forced my thoughts elsewhere, because I could feel my cock beginning to harden, and that would have been a disastrous giveaway at this point.
"I'm ready to take you up on that massage, Arnold," said Aunt Ruth. "I've been lying here for the past three hours, and the pain in my back just won't go away. I'll never get to sleep at this rate."
"Well, that's what I'm. here for," I said. "Shall I help roll you over?"
"No, thanks, Arnold," said Aunt Ruth. "That much I can manage." And so saying, she slowly and carefully rolled over onto her stomach until she lay face down in the exact center of the bed.
I felt a pang as her breasts and pussy disappeared from view, but then she hadn't asked me here to fuck her, just to massage her back. I would have to stop reading sex into everything that happened at the farm, I thought. Into most things, yes, but not everything. After all, Aunt Ruth was in great physical discomfort.
And so, I positioned myself at her left side, and began to knead the flesh at the base of her back.
"Is this where it hurts?" I asked, after a few seconds of tentative rubbing.
"That's where it hurts," she said, "but you'll never massage away the pain through my nightgown. I'll bet you've never given a massage before."
"Actually I have," I said. "My father pulled a muscle in his back one time, and he taught me how to give him a massage. He said I was pretty good, in fact."
"Well then," said Aunt Ruth, "you should know that you can't give a good massage through a piece of clothing, not even a sheer nightgown like I have on."
"I ... I know," I stammered, "but you're a woman, and ... "
"Oh, fiddle," said Aunt Ruth. "I'm sure you've seen nude women before. Besides, I'm too old and fat to arouse any desires."
"No you're not," I said. "You're still a very attractive and ... " I stopped.
"Why did you stop?" asked Aunt Ruth. "What were you going to say?"
"I was going to say, 'and sexy woman'," I mumbled, "but then I wasn't sure that was proper."
"It may not be proper," said Aunt Ruth, turning her face up toward mine and smiling, "but it's very very flattering." She quickly slipped her arms through her nightgown straps. "Now here. Help me pull this thing down to my waist."
Aunt Ruth rested her weight on her elbows so that I could pull the nightgown down her body. As she did, I could see her great breasts hanging down toward the bedsheet below. They were so huge and delicious looking, and I was so close to them, that the desire to just reach out and touch them was overpowering.
And then, as I gently pulled the nightgown down to her waist, my fingers did brush against her swaying breasts. I felt a jolt throughout my body, but Aunt Ruth didn't betray the slightest emotion. It was as if nothing at all had happened, as if all that was on her mind was getting a massage which would relieve the pain in her back.
Once the nightgown was bunched down around Aunt Ruth's waist, she lay down flat on the bed again. But her breasts were so huge that part of the fleshy mounds protruded out beyond the contours of her body.
"Am I getting it?" I asked, after rubbing Aunt Ruth's back for a few moments.
"Yes, that's it," she said. "That's very good."
And as I continued administering my massage, Aunt Ruth kept the conversation going, directing me as to what I might do to bring her the greatest relief.
"Oooo, that hurts," she said.
"Want me to stop?"
"No," she said. "If it hurts, then you're doing it right. You can rub there even harder. I'm a pretty tough old lady."
"Stop saying you're old," I insisted.
"Just telling the truth," she said. "Now, up a bit further. Yes, that's it. Now a little more to the left. Oh, yes. Right there. Yes, just keep massaging in that general area for a while."
I worked in silence, carefully massaging Aunt Ruth's surprisingly muscular and unflabby back. She was quiet too for a while, just indicating with an occasional grunt that I'd landed on a particularly sensitive muscle.
"You're a good boy, Arnold," she said after a few minutes had passed. "You're very conscientious, and you're really making a contribution around the farm."
"Thank you," I said. "I'm enjoying the work very much."
"It shows," she said. "You have a good attitude about work, unlike a lot of young men today. Oh, the farmhands around here put in a good day's work, but then they have to. They're not very bright, and farming's the only thing they know.
"But you're a very bright boy. You'll go on to college I suspect, won't you?"
"Yes, I plan to," I replied.
"And then what?"
"Law school, I think. I'd like to have the law degree, and either practice or use it in business."
"Now you see, Arnold," said Aunt Ruth, "most boys with your kind of mind, with your natural gifts and your bright future, most boys like you wouldn't do farm work. They'd think it was undignified."
"I never felt that way for a minute," I said. "I think that your work is just as dignified as my parents' work, and besides that, I think that working outdoors under the sun is healthy and invigorating."
"Well, you're so very right," said Aunt Ruth. "I just wish more young men understood the dignity and pride of manual labor the way you do."
"Thank you, Aunt Ruth," I said, figuring I was in for a rambling philosophical discussion with my aunt. Which is why I was so surprised by her next remark.
"By the way, I understand you've been fucking with Sarah and Valerie," she said, with no change in her tone of voice.
Surprised? I almost shit in my pants. I was so thunderstruck by this line from left field that I practically tore a piece of flesh out of Aunt Ruth's back.
"Wh ... what was that?" I blurted.
"You surprised I found out?" she asked, still speaking as calmly and gently as when we'd been discussing the virtues of manual labor. "If you're wondering how, it's because they told me. My girls tell me everything."
"Th ... they do?" I was dumbfounded, and was nervously twisting one of Aunt Ruth's muscles into a pretzel.
"Ouch," she said. "Easy does it back there."
"Yes, they do," she continued. "We have no secrets. They know about my masturbating-just as you do, I understand-and I know about how they get their rocks off-and with whom."
"You knew that I'd seen ... ?" I didn't know how to finish the sentence.
"Seen me masturbate?" she said. "Yes, I knew that the very next day."
"But ... but how ... ?"
"Valerie saw you. She saw you watching me, and she saw you jerking yourself off. She thought that was quite an introduction to life at the Pennington farm."
"And ... and you didn't mind that I'd seen you?"
"Not at all. Hell, masturbating is a perfectly healthy thing to do. What's to be ashamed of? That I do it? Certainly not. That you saw me? Well, I was a bit concerned that you'd found my body ugly, but that was all."
"Valerie never told me ... "
"No, I asked her not to. I said, 'fuck with him; suck his cock, do whatever you want-but don't embarrass him'. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to look me straight in the eye if you knew that I knew."
"But then, why are you telling me now?"
Aunt Ruth suddenly rolled over onto her back, her huge full breasts coming gloriously and startlingly into view.
"Because I don't want any more secrets between us. Because I'm hungry for your cock, and I want you to fuck me."
I didn't know which way to look, or what to say. All I could see in front of me were these two large brownish nipples that seemed to be as large as little cocks, and that seemed to be pointing toward my mouth, inviting me to suck them.
I was beside myself with confusion-torn with a sudden desire for my middle-aged aunt, and a very deep moral dilemma as to whether I was justified in giving vent my desire-whether it was her wish or not.
"I ... I don't know what to say ... "
"Just tell me quickly. Do you want me or not? If you don't, I'll understand, but every second you wait humiliates me."
"No ... I mean, yes ... of course I want you. I'd love to fuck you ... if that's what you really ... "
"Then there's nothing else to say, Arnold. Just do me. Do me the way you did Valerie and Sarah. Oh, Christ, how I've hungered for your cock ever since they told me about you. But I was afraid you'd reject me-afraid you'd find me ugly and old."
"Jesus, how I need a cock-your cock." In a second, she crushed my face down between her great sweet breasts and held me to her. "Oh, I want you so badly, Arnold, so very very badly. Love me up. Love me up and fuck me crazy."
I didn't know what to do first, but when I realized that my lips were but a few inches from her great nipples, I lifted my head from between her tits and took one of them into my mouth.
The sensation sent chills through both of us, and I responded by biting and chewing her thick nipple until she took my head in her hands and begged me to stop.
"Oh, you are a good lover, Arnold," she said. "You know how to please a woman. But you can do that later-the second time around. I can't wait for any preliminaries now. I want you too much. I need you too much.
"Christ, I've got to see your cock," she virtually screamed, as she sat up and reached between my legs. She flung open my bathrobe and tore apart the fly of my pajamas, yanking my still-hardening and thickening cock into view.
"God, it's so big and beautiful. My daughters were right. What a cock for a boy your age!"
"Thank you," I said.
"No, Thank you," said Aunt Ruth. "Now quick. Take off those pajamas. Get naked. I want to have you beside me naked."
But before I could even fulfill her request, Aunt Ruth had torn her own nightgown off and was now totally revealed to me, her great hairy bush, her hairy thighs and belly, her great hanging cunt lips-all these treats bombarded my senses.
I paused to stare. The sight made me breathless. I had seen the tits and cunts of two lovely teenaged girls, but the sight of these so richly displayed on a woman of Aunt Ruth's age-maybe it was sick of me-but I felt more aroused by this close contact with Aunt Ruth's nakedness then I ever had with either Valerie's or Sarah's.
That hair, I thought. All that cunt hair. The thick wiry mat spreading across the entirety of Aunt Ruth's abdomen. The coating that ran down along her thighs and her upper legs. Jesus God, now I wanted to bury my head between her legs, to suck on her great cunt lips and munch on her thick black-haired pussy.
But I was evidently dawdling more than Aunt Ruth could bear. Bad back and all, she sat up and reached out with her hands, again pulling at my bedclothes, this time stripping me naked with her strong hands, leaving my robe and pajamas in shreds at my feet.
And then she was pulling me toward her, clutching at my prick as if it were the most precious object she had ever laid eyes on. She smothered my cock with wet sloppy kisses, ran her tongue over the head and down the long hard shaft, then yanked me down on top of her, shoving my cock between her outstretched legs.
"Oh, fuck me. Fuck me quick."
Her cunt was sopping wet as I felt my cock make contact with her hole. It slipped right in, all the way up to the hilt, my balls slapping up against her thighs.
"Oh, do me. Do me, Arnold. Hard and quick. Oh, Christ, I need a fuck so bad. My cunt's on fire. It's burning up."
I began to fuck her cunt methodically, moving in and out with firm even strokes. I was determined to give her a good fuck-a great fuck, in fact-but it didn't appear she'd give me time to. With every thrust of my cock, I felt her cunt grasp me convulsively, and I felt thrills of sexual pleasure racking her body from top to bottom.
It was clear that Aunt Ruth would come off soon, and that a true test of my fucksmanship would be postponed till another night. I think any man could have made her cum that night, though I was glad to be the one doing it, and I like to think she had a bigger and better cum from me than anyone else might have provided.
In the few brief minutes I was inside her, I took note of the sensation of fucking my forty-eight-year-old aunt. To look at her face or her great tits would be to know you were fucking a middle-aged woman. But her cunt was truly a marvel. It was much smaller and less abused than Sarah's, yet larger and fleshier than Valerie's. It was a good-sized, well-fucked twat, without question, but she was capable of doing great things with it.
Whereas Valerie could grip and manipulate my cock with her cunt muscles in a very deliberate and precise manner, Aunt Ruth seemed to envelope my cock with the rich supple folds of her full fleshy cunt. Her cunt muscles, layered over with a delicious quantity of sensuous fatty tissue, appeared to fondle and caress my cock. She manipulated my throbbing organ with an exquisite warmth and gentleness, even as she was being transported into her own special ecstasy. I've come to believe that to fuck well means knowing what to do with your sexual equipment, and Aunt Ruth used hers magnificently.
"Oh, Christ," she shrieked, as I continued to thrust my cock in and out. There was cunt juice streaming out of her, completely bathing my cock in its rich slippery goodness.
"Good God, am I gonna cum. I'm gonna cum like a bitch in heat. I'm gonna cum like a horny virgin, Arnold. Oh, your cock is so big, so good. Fuck me. Keep fucking my cunt off with your thick hard cock."
And I did so, but not for long. Within another few moments, she was over the top, and I was cuming off with her.
"Yes, now," she said. "Now ... now ... now. Aarrgghh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. Oh, Christ, I'm exploding. Jesus, I'm cuming. Can you feel it? Shoot, Arnold, shoot. Fill me up with your thick juicy cream."
And as she came, and as I shot bolt after bolt of my jism into her great fleshy hole, I began to feel a stream of warm fluid splashing against my thighs. I was confused once again. Could a woman expel such a quantity of cunt juice? And if not, then what was this spectacular effusion. And then the realization hit me, just as her words confirmed what was happening.
"Christ, I'm pissing," she screamed. "I can't control myself. I always piss when I cum real big. Oh, Christ. Oh, do you feel it. You made me do it, Arnold. You and your big juicy cock. You're making a whore of me. I can't stop. I'm cuming ... "
And indeed, the stream seemed unending. As I continued to pound my cock into her, releasing my own juices deep into her womb, she showered us with piss, drenching our two bodies and the bedding and mattress below.
It was a wild new sensation, and I think it must have been the sheer obscene excitement of her pissing that kept my cock so hard, kept it hard enough to keep on fucking her long after my supply of spunk was exhausted.
Finally, with my cock still pumping its hardness into her, Aunt Ruth pulled me down on top of her, smothering my flushed sweating face with kisses.
"Oh, stop. Stop, or I'll die. Oh, you're a wonder boy, Arnold, a fucking wonder boy. You fuck like a stallion. My dear sweet precious Arnold."
She planted her mouth over mine, plunging her rich thick tongue deep into my throat. Her saliva tasted as thick as spunk, so great was her arousal. We tongued each other for several minutes, luxuriating in the warm sensual pleasure of the kiss. She explored every surface and crevice of my mouth, as we exchanged great gobs of sticky saliva. When at last she lifted her lips from mine,-her face was smiling richly, her eyes were filled with tears.
"That was so wonderful, Arnold. No man had fucked me like that since ... "
Her voice trailed off, as she pulled my head down against her heaving breasts. I could hear her sobbing softly, and I felt the total joy of having fulfilled her needs, if only for a few brief moments.
"Oh my, oh my ... it was really, truly wonderful, dear Arnold ... you can't imagine, you just don't realize how much I enjoyed that ... "
"Well, sure," I said, a little uncomfortably, feeling those huge, heaving tits push up at my face, the nipples wet and erect poking me like two little blades (actually, not so little, either).
"No, you just don't realize ... "
"I realize, baby. And it was good for me, too, it truly was. I haven't gotten laid like that in I don't know how long, really."
"Are you telling me the truth, Arnold? You really enjoyed fucking your old Aunt Ruth?"
"Yes, sure. Don't put yourself down, there's no reason for you to, believe me, no reason at all."
"I wish I could believe you. It's been a while since I've had such a virile lover, I'd almost forgotten what it was like and what I was supposed to do. I suppose I didn't do too well, hm?"
I got the feeling Aunt Ruth was just fishing for compliments, but what the hell, when you get to be her age your mind acts like that sometimes, you know, and it wasn't going to be my job to disappoint her or put her down.
"You did real well, Aunt Ruth. Like a crazy nympho or something. You pulled that come right out of me, sucked me clean."
"Well, that's nice to hear, it really is. It warms an old woman's heart to know she still has it in her to turn a young stud on."
"Well, believe you me, you've got it in you and I don't think you're in danger of losing it, either," I told her.
"Thank you, dear," she smiled, pushing my head back down on those big tits again.
"You're welcome."
"Why don't you lick them a little ... go on, lick my fat boobs, it'll make me feel good, all warm and sexy ... "
"Anything for you, Aunt Ruth, you know that."
She ran a hand through my hair and ground her giant mammaries against my face.
"You're wonderful," she squirmed, "you have a great mouth for sucking a woman!"
"Thank you," I said, lifting my mouth up from her erect and throbbing left nipple.
"Don't mention it, nephew."
CHAPTER SIX
I was extremely nervous as I came down to breakfast the following morning. What would Aunt Ruth and I say to each other after our intimacy of the night before? To pretend as if nothing had happened seemed impossible, as both Valerie and Sarah must surely know it all by now-or so I thought, communication on sexual matters being rather rapid around the Pennington farm.
But whatever my two older cousins knew, and notwithstanding what had transpired between Aunt Ruth and myself, discretion was observed-in deference to Trish, I assumed. Aunt Ruth greeted me with a warm smile, but then she always greeted me in that fashion each morning. I looked for a twinkle in her eyes, but she betrayed not a thing.
She wore a loose-fitting workshirt over a loose-fitting bra, and I could see great portions of her huge fleshy breasts as she leaned across the table to serve the juice, cereal and pancakes. But while the sight of Aunt Ruth's breasts had greater meaning, for me than ever before, I had to admit that seeing them casually exposed in this manner was no different than at any other breakfast since I'd arrived at the farm.
I looked at Valerie and Sarah for an indication of what they knew, but if they were aware that anything had happened, they weren't telling ... And little Trish was her usual giggly self. Oh, things had changed since the five of us had gone up to bed the previous night, but the external appearances remained the same. It was as if sex were a marvelous game among the various members of this family, and the rules called for no post mortems or undue displays of emotion related to events just past.
And so, with no more than a good breakfast and the usual banal morning chitchat behind me, I was off to the fields for a full day's work. What I didn't know as I labored away all morning and afternoon under a particularly humid sun was that still another surprise was waiting unexpectedly around the next corner.
It was revealed to me that night, as Valerie-her menstrual flow diminished enough to allow for fucking-Sarah, and I gathered in my bedroom for another dose of heavy sex.
"I think it's about time Arnie broke Trish's cherry," said Valerie, not mincing words and coming right to the point.
"I agree," said Sarah. "Trish is at least as old as we were, and I think she's beginning to feel very left out." She turned to me. "What do you say? You think you're ready to break in a virgin?"
"Why sure," I said, quite titillated by the prospect.
"It's not easy thing," said Sarah," even when the girl knows as much as I suspect Trish does. They can get panicky, and it's just as important to relax their nerves as to penetrate their hymens. Remember, it wasn't so long ago you were a virgin yourself."
"I can handle it," I said defiantly. "I've handled everything that's come my way so far."
"He sure has," said Valerie, patting my swollen cock affectionately as it lay within my pajamas.
"It's the psychological part I'm thinking about," said Sarah. "We know he can fuck, but can he give sis the tender loving care we want her to have?"
"Well, who would you suggest? One of the farmhands, like we had? There's certainly nobody any better."
"I suppose not," said Sarah, "but this'll be the biggest trauma in Trish's life since daddy died, and I want it to be right. At least you and I always had daddy to turn to if anything went wrong. If Trish gets frightened, she may turn off sex forever."
"Give me a little credit, for Christ's sake," I said, and as the words escaped my lips, I realized I was talking tougher to Sarah than I'd ever dared to before ...
"Sure, he's earned the honor," said Valerie. "Stop being such a cunt about this, Sarah."
Sarah, who was used to a certain degree of deference around the farm, turned and glared at Valerie. But I guess she also realized how unfair she was being. "OK, city boy gets the assignment. I was just thinking of Trish."
"I'll take good care of her," I said, reassuringly.
"After all," said Valerie, "he was able to handle mother, and she's far more unstable than little Trish."
"Then you do ... ?" I began.
"Then we do know about last night?" said Sarah.
"Christ, yes. It was Valerie's idea, and mother came into each of our rooms last night after you'd gone to sleep to tell us what a fantastic cum she'd had."
"I understand you got the whole works," said Valerie, "golden stream and all."
"Golden stream?" I asked. "What's that?"
"You made her piss," said Sarah, irritated that she had to continually boost my sexual vocabulary.
"Oh, yes, that," I said, shocked at the frankness with which everyone's sexual secrets were bandied about. God, I thought, what will these women really say about me after I'm gone and they begin comparing notes?
"Well, what do you say, Valerie?" asked Sarah, "shall we complete city boy's education tonight?"
"You mean, break his other cherry?" asked Valerie.
"Exactly. And let him try another hole while he's at it."
"My other hole, I assume," said Valerie.
"But naturally," responded Sarah.
"Hey, what the fuck are you two talking about?" I asked.
"We're talking about the fact that you ought to try some ass-fucking," said Sarah.
"It means that your ass gets fucked too," said Sarah.
"By whom?" I asked.
"By me," said Sarah.
"How?" I asked. It was turning into a regular twenty questions.
"With this," said Sarah, reaching into the pocket of her bathrobe and removing a ten-inch rubber object-in the shape of a man's cock. It had a whole bunch of straps on it.
"It's an artificial prick," said Valerie. "Girls use them to masturbate with and to bugger each other ... "
"Bugger?" I offered.
"Ass-fuck," said Sarah.
"Anyway," said Valerie, "when a woman wants to bugger a man, she straps on a dildo and fucks his ass just as if she had a real cock."
"But I don't want my ass fucked," I protested.
"Are you kidding?" said Valerie. "It's great. Remember what a great cum you had when Sarah stuck her fingers up your ass?"
"Yes," I replied tentatively.
"Well, buggering is twice as good. It'll give you one of the wildest cums of your life,-and you'll be begging us to do it again."
"If it wasn't so great," said Sarah, "why would Valerie want you to do it to her?"
"Is that part of the set-up?" I asked.
"It sure is," said Valerie. "I love it. You'll fuck my asshole while Sarah uses the dildo on you."
"Actually," suggested Sarah, "why don't you use the dildo, Valerie, while city boy fucks my ass. After what Thunder's done to my cunt, an ass-fucking's the only easy cum I can get."
"Fair enough," said Valerie. "Your need is greater than mine. Besides," Valerie whispered in my ear, "you'll like it better this way, Arnie. Sarah tends to get a bit sadistic with that dildo around her loins. I'll be more gentle."
"Thanks," I said. "I'd appreciate that."
And so we got ready to begin. Sarah stood on the floor and leaned over the bed, thrusting her small puckered asshole in my direction. If I'd expected an asshole to be something dirty and disgusting-which I had-I was greatly surprised. It was pink and clean, like a tiny cunt, without even a trace of the shit I had anticipated.
And as I moistened my cock with saliva, according to Sarah's instructions, and prepared to put it into her, I saw Valerie strapping the great rubber cock around her abdomen, and filling it with warm water.
"What's the water for?" I asked.
"So it'll feel like there's a cock shooting off inside of you. It's the water that makes the cum super-special."
I was trying to take all this in stride, but the size of the dildo intimidated me.
"Valerie, I know you're only doing this for my pleasure, but that things' gonna rip my asshole apart. It's ... it's huge."
"Don't be silly," said Valerie. "It's hardly any bigger than your cock, which is about to go up Sarah's asshole. Hell, Sarah and I have used the dildo on each other hundreds of times, and our assholes can't be nearly as big as yours."
"Well, can you lubricate it or something?"
"Okay, chicken," said Valerie, teasing. She went into the bathroom that adjoined our two bedrooms and returned with a tube of K-Y jelly. She smeared a supply around the rim of my asshole and even shoved some up inside.
"Ouch," I said. "Careful. Your nails are sharp, and that's virgin territory."
"Sorry," she said, as she now completely covered the dildo with a thick coating of the transparent lubricant.
"Come on. Hurry up," said Sarah. "I'm horny as all shit, and I want your cock inside me. If you're all tender and fragile, I'm sure as fuck not."
I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to Sarah's asshole and pushed it gently inward. There was a stiffer resistance than I'd ever felt at the mouth of a cunt, but then Sarah, utilizing what I soon learned was her exquisite control over her sphincter muscles, caused her asshole to open slightly, so the tip of my prick could get in.
"Now push," she said. "Push hard. I'm not tender back there."
I gave a good hard shove, and my cock lodged itself about half way up Sarah's rectum. I felt her body shudder all over, and I realized ft was a tremendous sensation for us both. The vise-like grip of her asshole muscles on my cock was truly unbelievable. It was tighter and firmer than the grip of any cunt, and every part of my cock that was in her was being gripped with the same hard even pressure. It was already mind-blowing, and I only had half a cock up Sarah's ass.
And then, before I could shove my cock in further, I felt the head of Valerie's dildo pressing against my asshole. She worked the tip of the artificial cock in an even circular motion. Each time she rotated it around the rim of my asshole, she pressed it just the slightest bit further into the crevice. Now, after about thirty seconds, half the head of the dildo was inside me, and Valerie's movements had been so delicate and gentle that I was feeling no pain at all.
But whether Valerie had the same sadistic streak as her sister, or whether this was the only way, her next movement wasn't the least bit-gentle. In one great thrust, she drove the dildo into my asshole, burying it to the hilt in my virgin rectum.
"Shit Christ!" I screamed, at the top of my lungs, and as I lunged forward in a vain attempt to escape the penetration of the artificial cock, I completely sunk my own tool into Sarah's bowels.
"Oh, that's good, city boy," moaned Sarah, "sooo very very good."
"Ah ... oh, Christ!" I gasped, my asshole still throbbing from the pain of Valerie's sudden penetration.
"There's no other way the first time," she said, apologetically, and from the gentle comforting tone in her voice, I felt inclined to believe her. "From now on it'll all be pleasure."
"It better be," I said. "I couldn't take a second shock like that first one. Jesus, that hurt."
"Stop bullshitting, you two," injected Sarah, "and start fucking. That cock of yours'll gather moss if you don't start pumping it, city boy. Now give it to me. Give it to me good."
I began to stroke in and out, but it was far different than fucking a cunt. When I fucked a cunt, I could move as quickly or as slowly as I chose. But fucking Sarah's asshole necessitated very slow deliberate strokes. The size of the hole was too small, the walls too close together, for me to ram away at her. It was sort of like fucking in slow motion, with every thrust being excruciatingly long and drawn out-and, I might add, immensely pleasurable.
And the pleasure was shared, for as I fucked Sarah's asshole, I could tell from her deep labored breathing and the twisting and turning of her torso, that she was receiving the most intense sort of sexual gratification. And so was I-only doubly so.
Sarah's rectum was an almost perfect fuck-hole, and every move I made caused my cock to radiate powerful waves of pleasure throughout my body. It was, without question, the strongest fucking I had yet experienced.
But at the same time that my cock was being titillated by the pressure and friction of Sarah's asshole, my own asshole was receiving exactly the same stimulation I was giving hers. Bathed as it was in the K-Y lubricant, the dildo moved smoothly and more rapidly in and out of my asshole. The sensation was wild. In effect, I was fucking and being fucked at one and the same time, and the double-action was affording me a sweet agony that has never since been matched in kind, and never surpassed in degree.
My balls were being pressed by the rubber cock in a way that made them swell with spunk, and I felt from the very first few moments that I was on my way to a powerful orgasm. It may have been the pressure of the dildo; it may just have been the incredible confluence of sexual stimuli, but my balls felt as if they were expanding beyond their scrotal skin, and there was a dull aching in my testicles that I have always associated with a mammoth flood of j ism.
Meanwhile, as Valerie fucked me, I fucked Sarah, and Sarah began to use her anal sphincter in a most delicious way. She began pinching the muscle at the mouth of her asshole-first opening it, then pinching it tight-so that my cock was continually being grabbed and clutched as if by a strong human fist. The muscle pressure was far greater than that applied by any cunt muscles I had yet felt or would ever feel, and though it was hurting and bruising the shaft of my cock, these sphincter clutchings were adding immeasurably to my pleasure.
Then Sarah began a rolling action with the walls of her rectum, a sort of ebbing and flowing that drew my cock back and forth, in and out of her asshole.
And then I began to notice the effect this ass-fucking was having on Sarah, for as my cock continued its slow rhythmic movement inside her asshole, her legs began to shake and tremble. I thought for a moment that she might fall, so convulsive were the movements becoming, and then she collapsed on her knees, forcing me and then Valerie to do likewise.
"Oh, Christ, it's so strong. My cum is starting so big and strong. I go crazy when I get my ass fucked. Ask Valerie. I can't control myself."
"It's true," said Valerie. "Sometimes she faints."
"Oh, dear God," said Sarah, her body trembling all over now, as sweat began to ooze from every pore in her back and roll down her hot shaking body.
"Shall I stop?" I asked, concerned momentarily for her well-being.
"No, never," said Sarah. "Never! Do you hear me?" Her voice was both pathetic and commanding at one and the same time. "I'll never forgive you if you stop now. I. want my cum. I want my big wild fucking fantastic cum."
And with that, she began to increase the speed of her rectal movements, now virtually tossing my cock about inside of her.
"Soon," she mumbled. "Soon, or I'll die ... oh, Christ ... "
I rammed my cock into her asshole as hard as I could, and I realized that I too was being overcome by the sensations of this fucking. My cock was ready to explode from the pressure of Sarah's asshole alone, and yet, added to that, was the fire in my balls initiated by Valeria's sure and methodical fucking of my ass.
"Oh, fuck, now," said Sarah. "Now ... MOW ... NOW!"
Her body began to twist and writhe, as her fingers tore violently at the bedclothes. "Shit, shit, shit," she screamed, thrashing her ass to the left and right as if she wanted to shake loose my throbbing tool.
But I knew what she really wanted. She wanted to be ass-fucked as fiercely and as powerfully as I was able, and so I drew my hips back and began to ream her for all I was worth. Her rectal muscles were completely out of control by now, and the power was mine. I thrust in and out, over and over, driving her wilder and wilder with every powerful stroke.
"Oh, I'm cuming now ... I'm aiming," she shouted, sticking the fingers of her right hand into her gaping twat.
It seemed that she had her whole fist in there, and was working herself over unmercifully-fingering herself as her orgasm took absolute possession of her body. She bucked and heaved her ass in every possible direction, but I had her impaled on my steaming cock, and I wasn't about to let her go. Her legs began to shake again, even as she knelt before me, and her body began to convulse all over as if she were going into a seizure.
It was the most powerful orgasm I had yet witnessed, and Sarah was in another world now, ripping the bedsheets to shreds with her fingers, then tearing at her hair, and screaming incoherently-great racking sobs that surely were heard by both.
And at that precise moment, when I actually began to fear that Sarah might never regain control of herself, I felt this powerful burst of fluid shoot up into my bowels. There was one long hard jet, then another-and I realized that Valerie had chosen this time to precipitate my own orgasm.
And did she ever. The warm water blasted against the insides of my rectum, causing my balls to literally jump and dance against the base of my cock. And then I felt my cock pulsing, pulsing and shooting out its great supply of cream. I exploded a huge bolt of cum into Sarah's asshole, and as she twitched violently from the impact of the first bolt, my cock fired off another, then another ... still more, until I had emptied my balls up Sarah's ass and my jism was dripping out, running down my cockshaft and the backs of her legs.
As my orgasm subsided, I withdrew my cock from Sarah's asshole. There was a plopping sound from the release of the suction, and then, without my cockshaft to support her, Sarah crumpled into a panting and sobbing blob on the bedroom floor, her ass still excreting my spunk all over the area rug and the hard wood floor.
Valerie gave the dildo a final squeeze, sending one more great blast of water up my ass, and my cock responded by spraying out a last quantity of spunk, a thin small wad that flew into the air and landed across Sarah's face. She stuck out her tongue to try to catch it, but it landed on her cheekbone. Too exhausted to lift her hand to her face, Sarah just left it there, allowing it to drip across her cheek, and finally to run down onto her neck.
Valerie slowly removed the dildo from my asshole, and I felt my rectal muscles collapse against themselves as the unexpected intruder made its hasty departure.
I turned to look at Valerie. She was a funny sight- her hair moist with sweat and all askew-the great rubber cock still sticking out at a ninety degree angle from the midst of her pussy hairs. But poor Valerie had seen both Sarah and I reach the height of ecstasy, without having any corresponding pleasure for herself. She was rubbing two fingers back and forth over her clit, trying to bring herself off as quickly and as strongly as she could.
I looked down at my cock. It was still semi-hard, even after all my exertions. I yanked the dildo from around Valerie's abdomen, and pulled the tampon from her cunt.
"Lie back," I commanded.
She did as I said, and in no more than a moment, I was inside her, pumping away ferociously at her neglected cunt. Her sexual excitation had completely stopped her menstrual flow, and the insides of her cunt were dry and rough.
But not for long. Valerie's pent-up sexuality had been ready to spill over for the last half-hour, and now, with my cock at catalyst, she was getting her rocks off in dramatic fashion.
I'd been fucking her for only half a minute when the first gush from her cunt poured down over my pile-driving cock. And no more than a minute later, another soothing liquid balm greased our genitals as much as if we'd been fucking for an hour. And it was only a very short while afterwards that I heard what I'd been waiting for.
Her head rolled from side to side; her cunt gripped my cock spasmodically; and Valerie had made it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I knew that a young girl's maiden fucking should be handled with tenderness and discretion. The fact that I was to take Trish's cherry soon became an openly discussed event among all members of the Pennington family-even Aunt Ruth. Poor Trish was to have no privacy at all. Except during the fucking itself. On that point I was adamant.
But early the next morning, after Valerie and Sarah told Aunt Ruth what they had decided, Aunt Ruth took Trish aside and had a woman-to-woman talk with her that was still in progress when Valerie, Sarah and I left to do our day's work around the farm.
I saw Trish at lunch, but by prearrangement, we didn't speak to each other. The conversation was self-consciously vague and meandering-mostly things about how the crops were progressing-and there was not even the slightest allusion to sex.
Trish didn't take part in the conversation, and I could see that she was nervous and fidgety. Nonetheless, when I tried to offer her a reassuring smile, she averted her eyes from mine and appeared to withdraw into herself.
As I did my farmwork that afternoon, I tried to imagine what must be going on in Trish's mind. It didn't seem fair to handle this taking of Trish's virginity in such a premeditated fashion, but then there were very elaborate rituals attached to sex around the Pennington farm, and if I wanted to fulfill the honorary role for which I had been selected, I'd just have to play by the prevailing rules.
I thought about the morality of fucking a girl as young and innocent as Trish, was. But then innocent was hardly accurate. Her cunt may have been virgin, but her eyes and ears were surely not. Still, though Valerie had been only sixteen when I fucked her, I was but the latest in a long list of fuck-mates. With Trish, I would be the first, and this placed certain implied responsibilities on my shoulders, responsibilities I wasn't at all certain I could fulfill.
Oh, I could handle the mechanics, but as Sarah had pointed out the night before, the mechanics of fucking were not what was at issue. Suppose that the sight of my huge cock frightened Trish. Suppose that I traumatized her about sex, and that she retreated from men into a lesbian life. The first fuck is a lifelong memory, and if Trish's memory should be an unpleasant one, then I would hold myself accountable, even if no one else did.
Christ, I thought, what had I gotten myself into! Maybe I should just decline, and let the whole business be postponed until another prospective stud came along. But who would that stud be? What sort of person? A ham-handed unfeeling farmhand was all that was likely to pass this way, and how could such a man give Trish the same degree of loving kindness that I, her cousin, could provide? No, I rationalized, if Trish is to be fucked, then better me than anyone else. If her time was at hand, I would be the instrument of her deflowering.
I was edgy and restless throughout the rest of the afternoon, and when I arrived at the farmhouse for dinner, I noticed that Trish was not present at the table.
"Where is she?" I asked, turning to Aunt Ruth.
"I thought it better that Trish ate alone tonight," she said. "She's very nervous, so I took her dinner up to her room. Besides, a groom doesn't see the bride just before the wedding. It's bad luck."
I wondered how valid an analogy that was, but Aunt Ruth had already set the pattern for the evening. There was no changing things at this late date, no turning back from my task.
"After dinner," said Aunt Ruth, "you go on up to your own bedroom and wait. Sarah and Valerie will bring Trish to you."
"But they can't stay," I insisted. "I don't want this to be a circus."
"You hardly need to remind us of that," said Sarah. "After all, she's our sister, you know."
Duly chastised, I buried my head in my mashed potatoes and finished the remainder of my meal in silence. After dinner, I went straight to my bedroom to await the arrival of little Trish. I knew it wouldn't be for an hour or so yet, but by this time I was too nervous myself to engage in any forced bullshitting with my aunt and older cousins.
As I sat alone on the edge of my bed, I could feel my palms sweating, and a tic developing in my neck. I was really getting unstrung over this thing, and I realized that would only make things worse once Trish arrived. And yet, no matter how hard I tried to force myself to concentrate on other things, the event to come would not remove itself from my mind.
I pictured Trish and me going at it, while Aunt Ruth, Sarah, and Valerie waited impatiently outside my door or in their rooms for word that the act had been consummated. It seemed grotesque. What was I to do-present them with a bloody sheet as proof positive that Trish and I had made the scene? I felt the life-is-a-goldfish-bowl syndrome more dramatically than ever before, and I realized that the pressure of this long period of expectancy was playing havoc with my nervous system.
How should I be dressed, I wondered. I was still wearing jeans and workshirt. I decided to take a shower and put on my pajamas and a bathrobe. If it took me too long to disrobe, Trish might panic. I wanted to be as ready for her as possible, without going to some equally inappropriate excess such as greeting her stark naked.
And so I did shower and get into my bedclothes, and then after this was done, there was another period of nail-biting delay. Christ, I thought to myself, will they ever bring her in?
But no sooner had that thought crossed the threshold of my mind, than there was a knock on my door.
"Come in," I said, and in walked Sarah and Valerie, each holding Trish by one of her hands.
"Hel ... hello, Trish," I mumbled, trying to look as relaxed and reassuring as possible.
"Hello, Arnie," she said shyly.
I looked at Trish carefully. Her giggly smiling face appeared drawn and anxious. She was wearing a pretty flowered bathrobe over a typically childish cloth nightgown. Her vulnerability cried out to me, as if warning me, begging me to be gentle.
"Trish," said Sarah, matter of factly, "do you know why we brought you to see cousin Arnold tonight?"
"Yes," said Trish.
"Why is that?" asked Sarah.
"He's going to fuck me and break my cherry."
"And is that what you want?" asked Sarah, as if offering Trish one final opportunity to back down if she were frightened; "Yes," said Trish. And then she managed a smile. "I want that very much."
Sarah seemed satisfied. She looked at me sternly. "She's all yours. I hope you're up to it."
Sarah turned and left. Valerie lingered a moment longer. She leaned over and kissed Trish on the forehead, then blew a kiss to me. "Good night," she said.
And so Trish and I were alone.
We looked at each other tentatively for a moment, neither one of us quite knowing how to start a conversation. Trish and I had always had an easy relaxed relationship ever since I'd come to the farm, but now we faced each other as strangers. It was awkward, all so terribly awkward.
"Are you nervous?" I asked, trying to break the ice.
"Yes, very," said Trish.
"Here, come sit next to me on the bed," I suggested, patting a spot right beside where I was seated.
Trish walked over slowly, then smiled and jumped up on the bed. She giggled slightly, and that brushed away a great amount of tension and anxiety. I kissed her on the forehead, much as Valerie had done, and she giggled again and rubbed her face against mine.
"You need a shave, Arnie," she said.
"Yes, I do," I responded. Then a pause, during which Trish looked quizzically into my eyes.
"How much do you know about sex?" I asked.
"Everything and nothing," said Trish. "I know how it's done and all. I know what I'm supposed to do when you put your thing inside me."
"But," she continued, "I've never really seen anyone do it. No man's ever touched me before. No man's even kissed me."
"Then let me be the first," I said, and I took Irish's pretty pink face between my hands and kissed her full but gently on the lips. Gradually, I forced her lips apart with my tongue, and as I did, she responded naturally.
I inserted my tongue into her mouth, and after a few minutes she met it with her own. I tongued the inner portions of her lips and over her teeth and gums, and she flicked her tongue against mine, sending nice little vibrations down through my body. The kiss lasted for several minutes, as we each sucked on the other's tongue, and exchanged great quantities of saliva.
Already little Irish's saliva was growing thick, a sign that she was becoming sexually aroused from this deep kissing. We put our arms around each other and hugged one another tightly. These were moments of the most exquisite tenderness, but they were also turning both of us on, paving the way for what was to come.
Finally we broke from the kiss, and Trish smiled deeply and affectionately into my eyes. There was such warmth and trust there, such confidence, so it seemed. I was touched and I was starting to feel an attraction toward this young girl.
Trish wasn't the sexual glutton that her sisters or her mother were. She had come here to be fucked, but not to make a game of it, and not to try and prove anything to me, to show me how tough she was. What I found myself beginning to sense in Trish was a genuine womanliness, and I just hoped that the night's adventures wouldn't start her down the same path that her sisters had taken. And then realized that in large measure that was up to me. It would depend on how sex was presented to her. Again I felt the burden of responsibility, but I also felt a challenge.
I reached down and began to undo the buttons of Trish's bathrobe. She smiled as I did so, reassuring me that it was alright to take the next step. When all the buttons were undone, I gently pushed the bathrobe back off of her shoulders, and she allowed it to fall loosely to the bed.
I gazed at Trish's beautiful child-like face, then down across her body, concealed as it was by the floppy folds of her cloth nightgown. I tried to make out the contours of her body, the tiny mounds of her budding breasts, but the material was too loose and-heavy.
Or was it. As I continued to look at her, I thought-was it my imagination?-that I could detect her nipples pushing outwards against the confines of her nightgown. Was it true? Was she actually that excited, and were her nipples sufficiently developed to jut out that far? I reached out my hand to see, to touch the protrusion in her nightgown-and I felt her erect and tingling flesh beneath my fingers. Yes, it was her nipples, her sweet young untouched nipples. The thought excited me even more than the touch. She was aroused. She was responding to me as I was to her.
I stood up and removed my bathrobe, realizing as I did that my cock had already begun to thicken beyond its normal size. With my bathrobe off, it was already beginning to jut upwards and outwards against the confines of my pajama bottoms.
"I'm afraid it's already getting hard," I said. "You're exciting me very much."
"I'm glad," she said, but I could also detect the anxiety behind her eyes.
"Wait, I know," I said, crossing toward the bathroom. "I'll take a leak first. That'll make my harden go down."
I heard Trish following after me, her bathrobe cast aside and left behind on the bed. "Can I watch?" she asked. "My daddy sometimes let me watch when I was very little."
"Of course," I said. "Whatever you like."
I entered the bathroom and lifted up the lid of the toilet bowl. Then, as I stood before it, I opened my pajama fly and removed my semi-hard nine inches. I aimed it carefully down toward the bowl and tried to piss.
But it wouldn't come. I tried to force it out, but that only tensed me up and made it harder. I was becoming completely flustered. As dear little Trish stood there smiling and watching me, my prick was getting harder instead of softer, and soon it would be physically impossible to take a leak.
"God, it is big," said Trish, nervously, only seeing the head and a couple of inches of the shaft which I had allowed to slip beyond my pajama fly. If she thinks this is big, she'll faint when she sees all of it, I thought.
"Trish, be a good girl and turn on the water, will you please?"
"Sure," she said, going to the sink and doing as I'd asked. "But why?"
"Because I don't seem able to piss, Trish, and sometimes the sound of running water makes it easier."
"Oh," she said, "that never happened to me."
"It's a special thing with men," I said. "When they're sexually excited, they can't piss, because the urine and the sperm come out the same hole. But the running water should get my mind off your beautiful little body and soften my cock enough so I can piss."
And as the water began to flow from the faucet into the sink, I felt my prick gradually slacken and diminish in hardness, and then, as I allowed my whole body to relax, the piss began to flow from my cockhead in a strong steady stream.
"Look how much piss you're making. God, it's such a thick stream. Oh, aim it around the bowl, Arnold. Let me see you play with it."
"Watch closely," I said. "I'm going to write something in the toilet with my piss, and you tell me what it is."
And I began to form a series of letters. I really needed that piss, and I had more than enough in me to spell out the word. But before I was done, Trish was clapping her hands together and laughing happily.
"I know what you're writing," she said. "You're writing my name." She hugged me from behind so tightly that I almost pissed right onto the floor.
"Easy," I said, "just wait until I'm through."
By the time I'd finished pissing and had shaken off the last few drops, my mission was accomplished. My cock was down as small as it would go.
"Quick," I said, guiding Trish in front of me towards the bedroom. "I want to show you my cock before it hardens again."
We got to the side of the bed, and I quickly removed both my pajama tops and bottoms. Trish climbed up on the bed and leaned over to inspect my cock and balls as I stood right next to her.
Unfortunately, as I've mentioned earlier, I don't have one of those cocks that disappears to practically nothing. Even completely flaccid, I've still got a good seven inches of meat, though it's limp, pale and friendly looking, rather than hard, red and fierce as when I'm about to cum.
Trish was slightly timid. She reached right out and held my prick flat across her palm. And as it lay there, the inevitable began to happen. My soft tender cock began to stretch and grow-right before her eyes-and I could tell from the expression on Trish's face that she was awestruck by the sight.
"Gee, cousin Arnold," she said. "It's starting to grow right away. I mean, it's big to start with. How much bigger can it get?"
"It gets a lot thicker and harder," I said. "Put your hand around the shaft, and see how long you can keep your fingers around it."
"Does it get that big?" she asked.
"See for yourself," I responded. "And while you're holding my cock with your right hand, get a good feel of my balls with your left hand. After all, it all starts in the balls."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"That's where my jism comes from-my sperm. You know all about sperm, don't you?" I asked.
"Well, sort of. I mean, I know that's what makes babies. But I guess I didn't know where it was made."
"Right in there," I said, guiding her hand to my heavy hanging testicles. "But be gentle. A man's balls are his most tender and sensitive spot."
"Oh, I will. I promise," she said.
I felt deeply gratified by that vote of confidence, and I just stood there and waited, as my cock thickened and hardened, and my balls filled up with spunk, right in Trish's delicate little hands and before her probing and inquisitive eyes.
"Well, that's as big as it gets," I said after a while. "Except just before I cum, but by then my cock is inside you."
Trish glanced up at me, and for the first time in a while, there was a look of genuine concern in her eyes. "But you are so huge, cousin Arnold. I mean, I still don't see how you can get all that inside me."
"A woman's cunt is an amazing thing," I said. 'There's virtually no cunt on earth that can't take even the biggest cock-even a tiny virgin cunt like yours."
"Really?" she said. "How is that possible?"
"Because a woman's cunt muscles are very elastic, and since a woman isn't born knowing who she's going to fuck with when she grows up, Nature has seen to it that the average woman is equipped to fuck with everyone."
"So you can really get that tremendous prick of yours inside of me?"
"I'm sure I can, but why don't you take off your nightgown so I can take a look."
She lifted her floppy nightgown over her head to reveal a breathtakingly beautiful little body, just bursting with the first blush of womanhood.
At first I was speechless. I looked at her breasts, and though they were tiny, I found them more exciting, more beautiful than any I had ever seen before. Perhaps I would have felt that way no matter what the circumstances under which I was viewing them, but knowing that I was the first man to see them, the first to savor their sensual loveliness, made them a thousand times more special than any pair of tits I had yet gazed upon.
The mounds themselves were barely developed. They hadn't yet taken the shape of pears or apples or great pendulous globes. It was almost as if, between us, Trish and I had the power to make them develop any way we wished. I reached out and touched them. They were small, but they definitely had the soft resiliency of breasts.
But to stop my description of her breasts at this point would be to do Trish the greatest injustice, for her small mounds were each crowned with an exquisite erect pink nipple that was an absolute treasure to behold.
Trish's nipples seemed to have matured and developed in advance of her other sexual organs, but they still had the pale pinkness of youthful unsullied flesh. But where her breasts were tiny, the nipples were long and proud, little thin fingers of erotic tissue that begged to be rubbed, kissed and sucked. And so I did all those things-first taking them between my fingers and squeezing them ever so gently, causing Trish's entire body to shudder with pleasure, and causing goose bumps to spread across her arms and upper chest.
Then I kissed each precious nipple in turn, finally taking them between my lips and sucking them firmly and deeply into my mouth. I ran my tongue along each nipple, then bit gently with my teeth, as Trish emitted a sigh of exquisite sexual pleasure.
Next, I focused my attention on her pussy. There was just a sparse matting of golden blonde pussy hair covering her tiny virgin slit. It was rather like looking at a woman's cunt through a veil of golden silk. There wasn't enough hair to conceal the treasures beyond. Indeed, her slit was quite visible. But what pussy hair there was acted as a sort of tease, much like a transparent nightgown does. You knew what was there, but you wanted to-strip away anything that might obscure a total unconstricted view.
And so, I gently nudged Trish onto her back and moved her legs wide apart, drinking in the sight of her gorgeous little cunny as if it were the most intoxicating liquor. Between her legs, there was as yet no hair at all, just her cunt lips and the tiny slit itself.
Her cunt lips were perfection-marvelously shaped and sculpted, though not yet fully developed in their size. I felt that I was seeing Trish at that fleeting instant when none of life's excesses had yet taken hold of her. Everything was magnificent-as if in dream, rather than reality. Whether she would remain like this for the rest of her life or for only a few days, I had captured the sight in my mind's eye. It would never be lost to my memory, even if by fucking her that night I was to destroy the natural beauty that then existed.
I opened her outer cunt lips with my fingers, and felt the wetness of her cunt juice run across my fingers. Her inner lips were shiny and glistening with her fluids, and within them was her cunt itself-a tiny pink opening never yet breeched by a man's cock.
I looked at what well might be the only pure cunt I would ever see, then buried my head between her legs and sucked up a mouthful of her delicious juices.
"Oh, God, that feels so good."
If Trish's cunt were to be described as tiny, then her clit was microscopic. You couldn't even see it without pushing back the thin little hood. And yet as I did so, and as I rubbed it gently with my finger tips, Trish began to moan softly and to writhe her hips around on the bed.
"Oh, yes."
I leaned over and took the clit flesh between my lips, flicking my tongue against it sharply, then sucking deeply.
I removed my head from between her legs and looked up into her eyes. In just a few brief moments, her face had undergone a dramatic and surprising change. Her eyes were glazed with lust; her mouth open and panting; her fingers pulling hard at one of her distended nipples.
"I'm so confused. I want you to be tender. I'm afraid that you'll hurt me. But I want you to love me so badly. I've never even put a finger inside. I was afraid to hurt myself."
By now, poor little Trish's' face was further contorted by the tears that were streaming down her cheeks.
"Don't cry, Trish," I said. "Don't worry about anything. You've nothing to be ashamed about, nothing. You're feelings are perfectly normal-both the passion and the fear.
"Now, I'm going to give you a very extra special fucking, one that you'll always remember. I'm not going to hurt you, and you're not to be ashamed to enjoy it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Arnold, yes. Oh, you're so sweet, so kind."
I leaned over and kissed away Trish's tears, then held out my great hard cock so that it was parallel to her belly.
"I want you to feel my cock," I said, and then as she placed her hands around it, I continued. "I'm going to suck your little cunt until it's all wet and juicy, and until you feel as if you're about to explode. You may even cum while I'm doing it, but don't worry about it. You'll cum again when I'm inside you, and that's what's really important. But you've got to be all wet inside so that you can take this big cock you're holding, and you've got to be all wild and horny so the pain won't matter.
"I wanted you to hold my cock in your hands again so you won't be afraid of it, so you'll know that if it hurts you a little, it's only so it can thrill you later on. You understand?"
"Whatever you say, cousin Arnold."
I decided not to wait any longer. I spread Trish's legs apart and placed my head between them, licking and nipping at her cunt lips with great care and tenderness. Within moments she was squirming and kicking, but I pressed her legs down and kept on tonguing her. A large gush of cunt juice ran out of her and into my mouth. I gobbled up a good bit of its sweet virgin goodness, but not all. Some of her fuck-juice I rubbed over the outside of her cunt hole, to keep her moist and ready for my great throbbing cock.
"Oh, God, cousin Arnold, I've never felt like this."
I took her red and pulsing clit between my lips and administered the sweetest sucking action of which I was capable. Her juices flowed again, then again, and soon she was cuming, a great rapturous orgasm that took possession of every muscle in her body.
"Oh, no, no ... I'm cuming, cousin Arnold. Too soon. I want you inside me, Quick, fuck me now. Fuck me. Hurt me. I don't care. I want you inside my cunt. It's burning."
"Not yet," I mumbled, from between her legs, as I sucked her over the top of her climax, sucked her tender clit until she had poured out a torrent of fuck-juice all over my face.
And then, having provided her with this great pleasure, I felt ready to risk causing her some pain, though I hoped it would be minimal. I continued to suck and nip on her clit, running my tongue down from the little bud to the mouth of her tiny cunt-slit. And as her juices began to flow a second time, and as her body began to writhe once more, I removed my head from its delicious resting place, and, kneeling between her legs, I placed the head of my cock against the opening of her cunt.
"Oh, do it, do it, do it," she moaned, and as she spoke, she naturally thrust her hips up towards me, driving the tip of my cockhead past the opening of her virgin crevice.
"Aaarrhhh, Arnie," she screamed, biting her lip and reaching up to clutch at my arms. But though it was obviously painful, she didn't back off for even an instant. As her scream was still ringing in my ears, she reared back and thrust herself up at me again, this time forcing the entire head of my cock inside her. She had great courage, I thought, and she was also relieving me of the burden of her discomfort.
But now, as a second scream issued forth, a scream that must have been a signal to the entire household that this was the moment, I decided I had to take control. Her cunt had received the head of my cock, and that was the thickest part. The most painful aspect was over, and I had to move quickly to the pleasure.
And so, with one hard thrust, I rammed my cock into her tiny cunt, smashing my cockhead against the wall of her womb, and burying myself inside her up to my balls.
"Aaaiiyyeeee, FUCK!" she screamed, but it was a short outburst, and the last sound of pain I was to ever hear from her. I was in her; I had made it; we had made it; and now it was time for Trish's reward.
Her tiny cunt enveloped my cock almost as tightly as Sarah's asshole, but it was softer, more tender, and had greater flexibility. As I began to move in and out, her cunt muscles gave freely, and I was able to fuck her in a fairly normal fashion. I was a bit jolted upon withdrawal my cockshaft for the first time to see that it was covered with blood, but that was virgin passion-blood, I reasoned. That was happy blood, the blood of sexual awakening.
And so I began a series of deliberate, careful in and out strokes, being gentle with the tender sensitive tissues of Trish's pussy walls. But while my fuck-strokes were gentle and easy, Trish responded as if I were quite literally fucking her brains out. Unlike Sarah, whose cunt had been ill-used and fucked out, Trish's nerve ends were fresh and highly responsive, so responsive that even the slightest motion on my part drove her wild with pleasure.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, "it's fabulous. Oh, soooo good ... sooo good. Heaven, cousin Arnold. Fucking is heaven. Oh, I love it so. I'm going crazy. I'm exploding. More, faster, harder."
But I had to be the judge of what she could take, and I had no intention of brutalizing her beautiful cunny on this, its maiden voyage. Besides, since the simplest thrusts and movements were providing Irish with such exquisite passion, I figured I'd save more radical measures for that time when she was having more difficulty in cuming.
And so, I continued to move the entire length of my cock slowly out, until the head was just at her cunny lips, and then in again until the head was against her womb. It was not only fabulous for Trish, it was also great for me. Her cunt was such a marvelous snug fit that I was almost delirious with my own passion.
But I controlled myself, allowing a great supply of spunk to well up in my balls, ready to release my load at just the right moment of Trish's climax.
And that was soon in coming, for after a few more strokes, Trish's body and her words told me she was ready. Her cunt began to spasm out of control; her muscles went rigid; and she dug her fingernails deep into the flesh of my arms.
"Yes, I feel it starting," she said. "Oh, Jesus, I never knew anyone could feel this good. I'm gonna cum, cousin Arnold, just like you said. Oh, it's so strong. I can't stand it. I love it. More. Oh, I'm going crazy. Oh, now ... yes, here it is. Oh, fuck, I'm cuming. Yes, can you feel it. Now ... yes ... yes ... cuummmming ... cuuummmming ... aahhhhhh ... "
And at that moment, I released my pent up jism deep into her womb. The first jet exploded out of me with unbelievable force. It splashed into her, and she reacted ... "What is that? I feel all wet inside."
"I'm cuming with you, precious," I said. "That's my cum juice, my spunk," and then, words only being a distraction, I fell silent, and continued to pump great loads of thick creamy jism inside her, mixing it with her blood and juices until the whole gooey mess was running out of her, over our thighs, staining the sheets and bedding.
When it was finished for the two of us, I rested on my elbows, keeping my fast-softening prick inside her. I had a strange feeling, a feeling I'd never had after a fuck. I didn't want to leave this girl. I wanted to stay as close to her as possible, to fondle her, caress her, show her that she was someone very special.
I looked down into Trish's eyes. There were tears there, but they were unmistakable happy tears. She smiled.
"That was wonderful, cousin Arnold, the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me in my life."
My heart fairly leaped from my chest. I leaned down and kissed her on each of her eyes, then on her mouth. We tongued each other deeply and fervently, not out of some reflex action, but as an expression of great feeling, of affection. The kiss lasted many moments, and Trish reached up and hugged me to her. I was afraid to rest my weight on her tender body, but she seemed to want me to.
I started to remove my dripping cock from within her so we could lie more comfortably side-by-side, but she stopped me.
"No," she said. "I want you in me. I want your cock inside me forever."
I lifted my head to look at her again-her childish beauty, even now unblemished.
"Fuck me always, cousin Arnold," she said. "I don't ever want to fuck with anyone but you."
I continued to look at her. Her words had moved me deeply, but I felt incapable of returning the endearment. I stared blankly, not knowing what to say.
She lay there beneath me, my cock still jammed up her pussy, squirming around in my come, and her own flowing juices, making it feel weightless, as if floating in outer space or somewhere like that.
She smiled at me and stroked my brow, pushing the hair back from my eyes.
She was a cute kid, all right, no denying it. And when she said something like what she'd just said, practically words of complete devotion, it left me feeling all up in the air, not knowing quite what to do. I mean to say, what the fuck could I do?
I had obviously worked my considerable charms on this teenage nymph, and the effect had been more powerful than even I could have suspected. It was like, after fucking her, she was hooked on me, as strongly as if I had been some kind of addictive drug shot into her arm with a needle, instead of shot into her cunt with a cock.
She stroked my arms, my face, staring at me, smiling like one truly in love, which for all I could tell she might really be.
I would have to be much more careful, more discriminate in the future, not give a girl my all, for fear of the obvious consequences.
I mean to say, you really don't want every woman you fuck to fall in love with you, honestly. It makes for bad scenes and feelings of regret.
But Trish was an exception, the more I thought about it. Her I wouldn't mind being in love with, or having her love me as she seemed to.
I wouldn't mind that a bit, as a matter of fact.
"Hey," she finally said, "you haven't said anything. Didn't you hear what I said?"
"Yeah ... yeah, baby, I heard you. I heard it all. It sounded real nice."
"You don't act like it sounded real nice, cousin Arnold. You act like it's ... I don't know, inconvenient. You want me to want you, don't you cousin Arnold?"
"Sure, sure, of course. I love it. Baby, you're simply wonderful. I would like to have you as my own, to keep for ever and ever."
She smiled and kissed me.
"Then why didn't you say so in the first place, silly. | You had me worried there for a little while."
"Worried? No, don't be worried."
"Well I can hardly help it, when I go and admit I how much I care for you and how I want only you to fuck me and no one else."
"Yeah, yeah, I know ... "
"And when a girl tells somebody that, she usually expects that it's gonna have some effect on the guy, like make him act real nice to the girl."
"Baby, aren't I acting real nice to you?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so," she said, shrugging her pretty naked shoulders.
"If I'm not, you tell me what you want me to do and I will do it. I promise you, because you mean a whole fuck of a lot to me, Trish, and that is the truth. I wouldn't lie to you. I feel the same about you as you feel about me. I ... I love you, I think."
"Aren't you sure?" she asked, wide eyed, looking like such a little girl despite the position she was in, beneath me, my cock stuck up her cunt.
"Yeah ... yeah, I'm sure. I am very sure."
I leaned down and kissed her very passionately on the lips and she responded in kind, and before you knew what was happening we were in a tight, erotic embrace again, tussling and tickling, heaving and sighing, embracing, petting, touching all those private spaces that are known as erogenous zones. I don't know why it happened. I certainly felt I was through for a while after I came inside of her, but apparently not. There was a lot more for us to do, and she was eager to do all of it.
We kissed, and her hands swept down to my cock and massaged it around the base. It was still in her cunt, but not yet erect.
She did what she could to alter that state of affairs, jiggling and caressing me down there till I did start to come back to life, and with a burst of passion that seemed even greater and more eager than the first time. She was a miracle worker, a wonder woman, and yet she was only fourteen years old, an age of innocence for most girls. But obviously not for my darling Trish.
No. She was an experienced fucker, knowledgeable in the ways of screwing and sucking and making a man happy as well as making herself happy, which, needless to say, is for many women a much harder feat. Here was this adorable fourteen year old showing them all up, for god's sake, showing them how to get the most out of sex without hardly trying, and giving her man a helluva roll as well.
She was one of a kind, in my opinion, and my opinion of her was growing more benevolent every minute we were together.
And now we were really together, my cock getting harder and harder, till it was veritably at the length and width it had been during our last full-scale fuck-fest, and that was as big as it got, believe me.
"Ohhhh, there you are," she cried. "You are ready to fuck me now, darling, and I want you to, I want you to screw me again, yes, yes, do it!"
"You don't think I'm going anywhere else just now, do you?" I laughed at her, pulling close and pumping my rod through her middle.
"Oooooo! Yes, yes, yes! Ahhhhh! It feels so good, so fucking good, cousin Arnold! That big dick of yours is just fabulous! Yeeeeee! Screw me! Do it! Do it!"
"You're the one that's doing it, Trish! Your cunt is sucking hard on my shaft ... you're going to have me coming before I can even get a good stride going ... "
"No ... no, my darling cousin, I will wait ... I'll let you fuck me till you're ready to come, till I'm coming as well, and then we'll both explode ... in each other's arms, in total, brilliant passion, yes, yes, ohhhhh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Stick that dick in and out!"
And I surely did, ramming in and out of that clenching cunt, breaking through the barrier of her clasping labes, and then driving in and out, back and forth through her hole, till she was writhing with orgasm, scratching at my back, begging me to give it to her.
"All of it! Come! Come! Ohhhhhh! My darling, it's wonderful, it is, it is! Yeeeee!"
I came.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I was now in a dilemma. There was no question in my mind that I was more attracted to Trish than to any other of my cousins at the Pennington farm, but I felt unwilling to give up my lustful endeavors with her sisters and her mother. Sex was too new and exciting an experience for me. I wasn't prepared to tie myself down to one woman, and certainly not on the basis of one night. After all, my feelings toward Trish could change, or hers for me, and then I'd be left with nothing.
And so, for the next few weeks, I fucked and sucked with all four of them, and Trish adamantly refused to have sex with anyone but me. And each time I did fuck Trish, I felt more and more drawn to her-more ready to say that she was all I desired-but not sufficiently to cast aside the others and risk their wrath.
And then two events took place which did lead me to make a choice. Aunt Ruth had asked me to come to her room one evening, and, as always, when Aunt Ruth asked, I obeyed.
As I entered her room, she was lying naked on the bed, her fingers already buried deep inside her gaping cunt, an expression of lust on her face.
"Christ, Arnold, I've been so horny just thinking of your big juicy cock, I couldn't control myself. I've cum once already, arid I was starting on a second one."
For the first time since I'd been fucking with Aunt Ruth, I felt repelled by her sexual greed, her voracious need to be satisfied. There was something just a bit grotesque about this aging female body stretched out on the bed, cunt gaping and dripping, face contorted with desire. I felt somehow as if I were being used, as if it wasn't her nephew Arnold whom Aunt Ruth desired, but her nephew Arnold's big cock, as if my cock could somehow be separated from me.
"Take off your bathrobe and pajamas, Arnold," she said, almost commanding me. "I want to see your cock, your great huge hard thick cock."
I did as she requested, and then walked toward the bed, my prick preceding me by its full nine inches. As I came close to her, Aunt Ruth sat up and took my cock in her hands, guiding its turgid hardness into her mouth.
"Mmmm, good," she mumbled, "I love a hot prick."
And then she began to suck on it ferociously, displaying a sexual hunger that was almost frightening in its intensity. She cupped my balls in one hand and jerked the shaft of my cock with the other, as she continued to suck on my cockhead. It seemed clear that Aunt Ruth was looking for a mouthful of cum, and if she kept up her jerking and sucking much longer, she'd have it.
I have to hand it to Aunt Ruth. Her years of sexual experience hadn't diminished her passion one bit, and she knew every trick in the book. She was thoroughly capable of pleasing me sexually, but I was no longer certain that sexual gratification was really the whole ballgame.
Aunt Ruth removed her mouth from around my cockhead for a moment and looked up at me with glazed passion-crazed eyes.
"I want your cream," she said. "I want you to fill my mouth with it. I want you to stuff my throat with cock and fill my mouth with cum. I want to swallow you. I want to swallow your jism."
Having said that, she went back to work, tonguing, pumping, biting, sucking. Aunt Ruth gave a fantastic blowjob. Her mouth encircled my cock, and she alternately sucked on the head, tongued the tiny sensitive opening in my glans, and ran her tongue up and down the shaft. I couldn't fault her for withholding any pleasure from me. Quite the contrary, she always seemed anxious to prove to me that even though she was forty-eight years old, she was still the best in the house.
And now, as her lips, tongue-and occasionally her teeth-did their job on my cockhead, her hands were busy seeing to it that I got up a hefty supply of jism and got it up fast. Aunt Ruth had a massaging technique she used on my balls that seemed to make them produce more spunk for her than for anyone else. She kneaded them with her fingers, rolled them around in her palm, and pinched and coaxed jism from the deepest recesses. She was able to rub, pinch, and. squeeze my testicles without ever causing pain, but causing instead a deep inner aching that told me my spunk production was being doubled and redoubled, and that my cream would have to find release-and find it fast.
And providing that fast release was the job of her other hand. After a man has had a few blowjobs, the novelty of the mouth action is rarely enough to make him cum all by itself. At first, if a mouth just got near my cockhead I could blow my load, but I'd been satiated with sex over the past few weeks, and I too was becoming a bit jaded.
Aunt Ruth knew that better than anyone. She also knew that one man spreading his cum among four women is going to start to run down and run dry, and she was always alert to that problem. And so, while her mouth was doing great things to excite my cock, and one hand was causing my balls to make the jism, her other hand was pumping away at my cockshaft, coaxing the jism up out of my balls and into her mouth.
Suck and jerk; suck and jerk. Always her tongue and lips in motion, titillating, applying pressure. But always too the hard rhythmic jerking of my cock, the necessary friction to make me cum.
"Oh, I can feel it getting bigger and harder," she said. "I can feel your balls getting fat and swollen. You're gonna do it soon, aren't you?" she said. "You're gonna fill Aunt Ruth's mouth with cream!"
It didn't take long. With Aunt Ruth at the controls it never did. The aching in my balls became unbearable, and then my cock began to twitch. There were one or two dry heaves, and then a huge bolt of spunk flew against the rear of Aunt Ruth's mouth. I could see her smile as she felt and tasted it, and then she began pumping my cockshaft harder-greedily and hungrily-desperate to get every drop of my juice into her mouth as fast as possible.
I shot off another bolt, then a third and a fourth. I could see Aunt Ruth's cheeks puff up like a chipmunk's as my cream continued to pelt the insides of her mouth. And then it wasn't shooting any more, just streaming, then finally oozing, until I finished my cum and filled Aunt Ruth's mouth to overflowing.
As she sat there with my cock still inside her mouth, there were strands of cum dripping from the corners of her mouth, dangling in sticky chains from her lips. I slowly removed my cock, and a large gob of cream escaped with it, running down Aunt Ruth's chin to her chest.
She swallowed her great mouthful, then wiped up the gooey drippings from her face and chest, and licked the last of my spunk off her finger.
"Now eat me," she said, barely missing a beat. "Give me head as good as I just gave you."
I was rather enervated from the mammoth orgasm I had just experienced, and yet Aunt Ruth had me over a barrel. She had given me great head, fantastic head, in fact, so how could I refuse? Besides, her great cunt bush, clit, and cunt lips were the most exciting parts of her, and I loved to eat her fleshy hairy crotch.
So, with my cock still hard and oozing slightly, I dove between Aunt Ruth's thighs and began to lap her cunt and all that surrounded it.
I started with the rich black hairs that lined her thighs. I licked the hairs until they were soft and moist, and then I would suck several strands into my mouth at once. I pulled on them gently with my lips and teeth, causing Aunt Ruth to squeal slightly from the pain, but causing her to send down a rich supply of cunt juice as testimony to the success of my efforts.
Then I ran my tongue up along the insides of her thighs, carefully avoiding contact with her cunt lips or her clit. She squirmed in an endeavor to force her fleshy appendages into my mouth, but I knew she'd receive the greatest pleasure if I teased her first, if I made her wild for the sensation of my tongue against her cunt folds.
And so I ran my tongue around her cunt and up I into her great pubic bush. I drooled a vast amount of saliva, so that her bush was thoroughly soaked, and then I sucked on it and ran my fingers through it, indulging my own desires as well as satisfying Aunt Ruth's. Aunt Ruth's pussy bush gave off a rich musky smell when wet, but as I nuzzled my nose into the thick growth and inhaled deeply, I realized that her body smells were not turning me on as they previously had.
The night before, I'd eaten Irish's tender almost hairless pussy, and her sweet perfumy libations had sent my desires sky-high, much as Aunt Ruth's had just a few weeks earlier. But now I was finding Aunt Ruth's pubic area coarse and gross, and comparing it unfavorably to Trish's sweet and delicate pussy. Still, I didn't find Aunt Ruth's cunt repugnant, and besides, I had an obligation to her, particularly after the blowjob she'd just given me.
But instead of luxuriating in Aunt Ruth's bush for many minutes, as I had done on previous occasions, I felt anxious to get to the matter at hand, to get the whole business over with. And so I abandoned the thicket of her cunt hairs and lowered my head so I could get at her great hanging cunt lips.
Aunt Ruth's outer lips must have hung down a full inch below her cunt hole, and they sure as shit were a mouthful. They were also covered with more of her pubic hair, and were tough and leathery from so much use. I took first one and then the other into my mouth, sucking and chewing on them until Aunt Ruth's moans and a thick supply of fuck-juice told me she was getting hot.
So I moved in to the more sensitive inner lips, which were also large and swollen, fully as big as the outer lips of a normal cunt. I sucked the reddish brown folds into my mouth, and after moistening them sufficiently with my spittle, I began to suck them firmly into my mouth, all the while applying fast little nips with my teeth.
"Oh, yes, yes, Arnold," moaned Aunt Ruth. "That's it. Oh, Christ, I'm so wet and gooey. You drive me wild with your mouth, do you know that? You give the best head in the world. Christ, you were born for sex, you motherfucker. You were born to make me cum."
With Aunt Ruth's encouragement as my inspiration, I decided to do just that. After a cursory licking around the rim of her cunt hole, I moved my mouth up to her great swollen clit. What an organ that was. It was blood red, the tiny veins visible just below the skin, and it was already throbbing and spasming like a cock about to shoot.
I took the large round bud into my mouth and sucked it hard, and Aunt Ruth's entire body shook convulsively. I bit it firmly, and Aunt Ruth began screaming, cunt juice pouring out of her now like spunk.
"Oh, you fucker. Oh, suck me, suck me. Christ, I'm shaking all over. I'm sopping wet for you, Arnold. You're making me crazy. You're great fucking tongue is making me crazy."
"Oh, yes now. I can feel it in my cunt. My cunt's starting to twitch. Stick in your finger, two fingers-three. Oh, Christ, I'm cuming so hard, so big. It's starting now. I can't speak. Fuck, shit, piss. Yes, I'm going to piss. I'm going to piss all over your face."
And no sooner had she said that, then her body began to writhe out of control, and a thick stream of urine began flowing in torrents out of her piss hole. It stung my eyes, and its bitter salty taste got inside my lips. I pulled my head away, but Aunt Ruth forced it back down.
I was gagging now, and the thick acrid urine was pouring out of her into my nose, eyes and mouth. But I didn't let her down. Although she was turning me off, repelling me with her grotesque sexual excesses, I continued to suck her pulsing clit, continued to plunge my fingers into her cunt, and absorbed the onslaught of her piss-flood until it stopped.
"Oh, yes, that's it. Yes, I'm done. Oh, heaven, heaven. Oh, Arnold, you dear sweet precious angel."
Aunt Ruth took my head in her hands and leaned over to kiss me, taking some of her own urine into her mouth as she did so. Then she let me go, and I rolled away from her onto a dry corner of the bed to rest.
She got up and went into the bathroom, and when she returned she was carrying a damp washcloth and a towel.
"Here," she said, "you've been so good, so understanding," and she proceeded to wipe the stinging fluid off my body and dry me down.
I was still a bit nauseated, and more than a little disgusted, but Aunt Ruth was so grateful. She wasn't bossing me around any more. She seemed genuinely sorry that I'd been discomfited, and she was making things up to me the only way she knew how.
"You're such a wonderful boy, Arnold," she said. "You're so good to your old Aunt Ruth. You're so gentle and kind."
She was planting kisses all over my body, and wiping away the remnants of her latest debauch. And every time she dried the urine from a part of my body, she would cover that spot with kisses, still showering me with compliments, praising my sexmanship over and over again.
When she had finished, she looked down at me from where she was standing beside the bed.
"There must be something I can do for you," she said, "some way I can express my gratitude."
"No, that's OK," I replied, getting up wearily to return to my bedroom. All I wanted to do was shower and go to sleep.
But Aunt Ruth pushed me back down. "No, you can't go like this, I won't have it. I've got to make this up to you some way."
"No, really, Aunt Ruth," I protested, "I'd rather just ... "
"I know," she said, snapping her fingers, as a bulb seemed to explode behind each of her eyes, "I'll give you a beadjob."
"A beadjob?" I responded incredulously. "What on earth is a beadjob?"
"It's this," she said, going over to her night-table drawer and removing a long row of what appeared to be ball bearings. Each metal ball was about a quarter of an inch in diameter, and the strand was about two I. feet long.
"Well, what do you do with them?" I asked.
"Shove them up your ass," she said, her face breaking into a grin.
I didn't have any idea what she was up to, but I knew I wanted no part of it. "Look, Aunt Ruth," I said, "lets just call it a night."
"I'll bet you don't understand how these are used at all," she said.
"No, I don't," I replied, but I really don't want any bunch of ball bearings up my ass, thank you."
"Arnold, honey," she said, sitting down next to me on the bed, "it's not for me, it's for you. A beadjob is one of the greatest turnons a man can have. It's the ultimate orgasm."
"Okay," I said, somewhat curious as to what Aunt Ruth had up her sleeve. "How does it work? How are a bunch of ball bearings up my ass going to give me a great orgasm?"
"Well, what happens, see," said Aunt Ruth, "is that I shove the ball bearings up your ass before you start fucking me. It's an old Oriental device. Some people use pieces of wood; some use metal-in a pinch, you can even tie knots in a shoelace."
"I still don't get it," I said.
"Okay. So the beads are up your ass, and the end of the string is in my hand. And you fuck me just the way you would normally, until you feel you're about to cum. And then just as you start to shoot, you tell me to pull the heads, and when I do, you'll have the wildest climax of your entire life. Something to do with the beads rubbing against your prostate gland," she added. "It's like ass-fucking, only much better."
Sonofabitch, if the old girl hadn't talked me into it. "Well, OK," I said, "but not up here on the bed. The sheets and mattress are soaked with piss, and the stench is too much."
"I'm really sorry about that," said Aunt Ruth, "but I just can't help myself when I get like that. I know it can't be too pleasant for you."
Of course, I hadn't minded the other times. In fact, I'd even found her pissing erotic at first. But not in my face. Ugghh, I thought. And then you wouldn't want to just lie around in it.
And so we got down on the floor. A hard wooden floor isn't the most ideal place for fucking, but at the moment, we had little choice. Aunt Ruth told me to kneel facing away from her, and as I did, she shoved the steel beads up my asshole. It wasn't painful or anything, but the beads were cold at first, and the initial effect was anything but erotic.
Then, once the beads were in place-the end of the string dangling out-Aunt Ruth lay back and spread her legs apart, offering up her great hairy cunt to my hard and throbbing cock. I slid into her with ease and began to fuck her. She clamped her legs around my back and held me closely to her, but in most respects was a very ordinary fuck.
Aunt Ruth enveloped my cock with the rich fleshy folds of her cunt walls, and massaged it as I thrust in and out. My balls had already refilled with spunk, and now as she continued her practiced techniques on my cock, I could feel them swelling and tightening as they pushed up against the base of my cockshaft.
Aunt Ruth and I had already had powerful comes that evening, and so it took us longer to get there the second time around. And it was evident that although the beadjob was designed for my pleasure, Aunt Ruth wasn't about to be left out of the proceedings. Her cunt walls were pressing tightly against my prick, and she was sweating and straining to work herself off along with me, as I continued my methodical fuck-thrusts.
"Lean up higher," said Aunt Ruth. "Press your cock against my clit."
That was a fair request, and so I complied, and soon after I could tell from Aunt Ruth's heavy breathing that she was well on her way to joining me in a cum. Sweat was forming on her forehead, and fuck-juice was streaming from her cunt walls, bathing my cockshaft and making everything slippery and sloshy inside of her. I pumped harder and faster now, anxious to reach my climax, and anxious to experience the mysterious pleasures of Aunt Ruth's beadjob.
And then I could feel it starting, the spunk forcing its way into my cockshaft, the hardening and thickening of my prick.
"I'm getting close," I said.
"Good, so am I," said Aunt Ruth, as she reached down between my legs and took hold of the string. "Just holler when you're ready, Arnold, and I'll do the rest."
I fucked away at her for another few moments, and then I felt the first twitch. It was starting. My cock was beginning to pulse.
"Now!" I said. "Now! Pull the beads!"
And just as my prick went into a violent contraction that would send my first jet of spunk spewing out of my cockhead, Aunt Ruth gave one hard tug on the string, and I went spiraling into orbit. It felt as if the entire strand of beads had been pulled out-not through my asshole-but through the head of my cock. My spunk seemed to be sucked out of my cock, and there was no sensation of shooting in the ordinary sense. Rather, it was as if all my jism were being pulled through my cockshaft and out the tip, and there was one excruciatingly sensational vibration through my cock rather than half a dozen smaller ones.
"Asiiyyeeee!" I screamed. "Holy fuck! Christ! Aarrgghhh!"
I felt as if my cock were being ripped apart, and yet there was only the wildest fiercest pleasure. The sensation verged on pain, but never really hurt me. It was all over in just a few seconds, but in that time, I had poured out my entire supply of cream, and had the greatest sexual climax of my young life.
I collapsed on top of Aunt Ruth's chest, overcome from the intense sensation, and it was only then that I could feel the contractions coming from her cunt, and only then that I knew she had cum with me.
"Christ, you exploded it all into me at once," she said. "I never felt so much cream all at once. It exploded off the wall of my cunt so hard it hurt. Christ, that sent me off. Christ, what a fucker you are."
I was too stunned to respond.
Then suddenly Aunt Ruth was sitting up, pushing me onto my knees. Her eyes were ablaze with lust once again.
"You piss this time," she said.
"What?" I was still a bit out of it.
"You piss this time. Stand up and piss all over me."
"But why?"
"Because I want you to. It'll excite me. You piss on me and I'll finger myself. Hank used to do that to me all the time."
I started to decline, then changed my mind. If pissing turned on Aunt Ruth so much, maybe it would be a kick for me too. After all, she'd been right about the beadjob.
I stood up. "Right here?" I asked.
"Yes, quick. Right here. Do it quick."
Aunt Ruth already had three fingers up her cunt and was tossing herself off wildly.
"Oh, yes, yes. That's what I need. Piss on me. Piss on me."
I looked down at this raving madwoman beneath me. Her eyes were glazed, and her mouth hung open at a crazy angle. She was fingering her cunt in a frenzy, her legs thrashing around on the floor.
I took my limp cock in my hand. I sure as hell did need a piss. I aimed my cock at the middle of her stomach and let go. The urine cascaded onto her stomach in a thick powerful stream, splashing off of her onto the floor.
"No, not on my stomach," she screamed. "In my mouth, my mouth."
I aimed my cock upwards until my piss was flowing directly at Aunt Ruth's mouth. She opened it wide, and allowed the salty acrid fluid to flow directly into her throat and down into her belly.
"Oh, Christ," she said, as my flow continued. "Christ, I'm cuming all over again. You're a fucking marvel. God, so much piss. Never seen so much. Don't stop. Piss ... fuck ... piss ... I'm cummmmming ... cuuummrnmmmmg ..."
And as I looked down at her face contorted in sexual frenzy, I felt a sudden disgust and loathing. Yes, I'll piss on you, I thought. I'll defoul you, you sick pitiful old lady. I'll piss on you, shit on you- anything. But this is the last time. The very last time.
My flow of urine trickled to a halt. I flicked off the last few drops, picked up my pajamas, and walked out of the room. Aunt Ruth's fingers were still inside her, and she was mumbling incoherently.
CHAPTER NINE
I returned to toy bedroom, stripped off my pajamas, and immediately went in to the bathroom to shower. I washed myself once, then a second time-then a third. It wasn't just a compulsive attempt to wash away the last vestiges of Aunt Ruth's urine, but ,more an attempt to wash away the last vestiges of Aunt Ruth. I wanted to cleanse myself of the debauchery into which I had fallen. Sex was one thing, but I was into something perverse and sordid that was making me very uncomfortable with my own self image.
I dreamed that night, and in the dream I was lying on my back, spreadeagled, my hands and feet bound to stakes. Aunt Ruth, Sarah and Valerie stood over me naked, and then all at once they began to piss on me, then to shit on me. And all the while, they had their fingers up their cunts and they were laughing hysterically.
I awoke in a cold sweat and took yet another shower, but even still, I felt filthy, and it seemed that it would take more than water to wash those feelings away. But there was one consolation. Trish had not appeared anywhere in my dream. I had no association between her and, the perversions that were rampant in the Pennington household.
And yet Trish and I were fucking. We have having sex and we were first cousins. My dream had told me something. It had told me that it wasn't sex that was bothering me, and it wasn't even the idea of sex with my cousins that was knocking my head off kilter. I still wanted sex, and I still wanted sex with little Trish. What. I didn't want were the depraved excesses of the other members of the Pennington family.
That morning when I went down to breakfast I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn't know how I could face Aunt Ruth, first, because of my own hostile feelings toward her, and second, because I was afraid she'd be angry with me over my hasty departure the night before.
However, Aunt Ruth wasn't coming on angry. If anything, she seemed embarrassed, and we both bent over backwards to avert direct contact with one another. I didn't know whether the previous night's activities were already common knowledge among my cousins, at least among Sarah and Valerie, but they didn't act any differently that morning than on any morning since my arrival. In fact, no matter what transpired the night before, you'd have to have been a mind reader to ferret out what Sarah and Valerie had on their minds during our numerous "mornings after." Sarah had ceased fondling my cock under the table as a matter of course, and we all maintained the appearance of sublime respectability at mealtimes, no matter who we were fucking or sucking at other times of the day.
When my three cousins took off for their respective jobs, Aunt Ruth asked me to stay behind for a moment. I grew tense. Was this the moment for a showdown? Would she now tell me I had offended her and that I'd have to leave the farm? My palms were sweating as Aunt Ruth sat down next to me at the breakfast table.
"I'm sorry about last night," she said gently.
I was surprised by her opening remark, but nonetheless greatly relieved. "Oh ... oh, that's OK," I said.
"I'm afraid I went a bit too far," she continued, "and I don't want you to think badly of your old aunt."
In spite of my earlier feelings of disgust, Aunt Ruth's tenderness was' getting to me. "I ... I'd never think badly of you, Aunt Ruth."
"I wanted so much to give you pleasure too," she said. "Did you enjoy the beadjob?"
"Yes ... yes," I said. "It's quite a sensation."
"I'm glad you liked it," said Aunt Ruth. "It's something I've wanted to do for you for a long time."
"Th ... thank you," I said, getting angry at myself inside for not saying what was really on my mind. But then how could I call this woman a depraved sex maniac? The Aunt Ruth who was sitting next to me calmly that morning was simply a kind middle-aged woman. She bore no resemblance other than physical to the woman who had pissed all over my face and begged me to do the same to her the night before. There were two separate and distinct Ruth Penning-tons, and it was very difficult trying to deal with your memory of one while in the presence of the other.
"I think you must find things here very strange sometimes, Arnold," she continued. "But then, four women with no real male companions apart from a few grubby farmhands ... well, that's a pretty strange way to live."
"I ... I guess it must be," I said.
"Just try not to be too harsh on me, Arnold," said Aunt Ruth. "Every once in a while I just have to let myself go. I have to get my rocks off somehow or I'd go crazy."
She placed her hand on my leg. "And you are a great young stud, Arnold. Maybe it's a blessing and maybe it's a curse, but women are always going to want your cock. That's just the way life is. I want your cock almost every night, and when I do have a chance to fuck with you ... well, I want to make it count."
She leaned over and kissed my lips. "Now go on out and do a good day's work. And remember, we all care a great deal about you."
I stood up slowly. "Yes," I said. "Thank you." Then I turned and walked outside into the bright sunshine. I was annoyed at myself, annoyed that I'd let myself be sweet-talked out of my true feelings. Well, what the hell, I thought. Why should I hold anything against her-or the others either, for that matter? After all, they're all victims of circumstance, just the way my big cock makes me a victim of circumstance.
But I'm not fucking with her again, I resolved. I can understand her and I can forgive her, but I don't have to submit to her. I'm spending tonight with Trish. Tonight, and tomorrow ... and tomorrow ...
When Trish entered my room that evening, her appearance caught me by surprise. She was still wearing the jeans and workshirt she'd worn all day long while milking the cows, and though she had washed her face and hands for dinner, she still carried with her a considerable amount of the dirt and odor that she'd picked up in the barn during the day.
As soon as she saw my quizzical expression she started to laugh. "I know what you're wondering. You're wondering why I'm not in my nightgown, and why I haven't cleaned myself up before coming to see you."
"Well, as a matter of fact, I am," I said.
"I'll tell you why, cousin Arnold," she said, as she began unbuttoning her blouse. "I thought it'd be nice to take a shower with you, and I figured, why take two showers when one'll do."
"Oh, I think that's a fine idea," I said, and I barely had the words out of my mouth before Trish was standing before me stark naked. In fact, it was I who was still dressed, clothed as I was in my pajamas and bathrobe.
I looked at Trish's body as if it were for the first time. The soft white skin; the small tits, topped with their firm pink nipples; the slightly curving hips; the smooth thin legs; and best of all, the tiny slit, covered with its sparse fleece of curly blonde pussy hairs. My cock fairly leapt into the air with anticipation, and by the time I was undressed, I had a roaring harden.
Trish reached out and touched it with her hand, pushing it down slightly so that when she let go, it snapped back to attention. We both laughed, and then I was on my knees, planting kisses on her cunt and running my nose through her bush. She smelled of summer sweat, but it wasn't at all offensive. It was a good healthy smell, and I'd have been happy to fuck her or eat her cunt right on the spot, if it weren't that the idea of taking a shower together seemed such a good one.
I got to my feet and we walked into the bathroom together. I locked the door of the bathroom which led to Valerie's room - not out of modesty really, but because I considered what transpired between Trish and myself to be of a special privacy. Then I turned on the water.
"How do you like it?"
"I can't say," said Trish. "I just sort of know by the way it feels on my body."
"Well, I'm not fussy," I said. "You stick your hand in and adjust it so, that it's comfortable for you."
Which is exactly what she did. My only surprise was when Trish hopped into the shower and asked me to join her, and I stepped under a freezing stream "Yow!" I yelped. "That's awfully cold."
"It's invigorating," said Trish, laughing playfully. "No one on a farm takes a hot shower in the summer ... unless they're sick."
"But look what it's doing to my harden," I said, watching my cock go limp from the sudden chill.
"You'll get another one," said Trish, leaning over and kissing the tip of my cock, and flicking her tongue into the tiny opening in the glans.
"Mmmmm, that's good," I said. "That'll get it hard again in no time." It was the first time Trish had taken my cock in her mouth, and even though it had been done in play, I saw it as a breakthrough. I didn't want to push Trish into sexual adventures that were over her head, but if she wanted to advance things a couple of levels tonight, well, fine with me.
Trish handed me the bar of soap. "Here. You wash me up and then I'll wash you."
"You've got a deal," I said, as I labored to make a rich lather in the chilly water. But I finally managed to do so, and I began sudsing Trish up, starting at her face and neck, all the way down to her toes - with plenty of stops in between.
I soaped her breasts firmly, and put a gob of suds on the tip of each nipple. "There," I said, "you look like an ice cream sundae." I rubbed the soap over her nipples, and then rubbed her nipples between my fingers. The soap made an excellent lubricant, and soon Irish was emitting little moans of pleasure.
"Ooooo, that's soooo good, cousin Arnold. Oh, rub my titties some more."
I needed little invitation to do that, and before long Trish was squeezing her legs together from the A sensations my fondling was transmitting through-out her body.
Next I lathered up her tiny pussy bush, and then I inserted a soapy finger into her cunt and wiggled it around.
"Oh, that's good," she said, rotating her pelvis over my finger and squeezing her cunt muscles together to increase the friction. "Oh, yes, yes."
I started to move my finger in and out, but Trish grabbed my hand. "No, let's save the real stuff for later. Now it's my turn to soap you up."
And so Trish rinsed herself off, and then began making a lather in-where else-my cockhairs. She soaped my hair and balls, and the touch of her small delicate fingers was so stimulating that I started getting another harden even while the chilly water was cascading over my cock.
"I thought your cock couldn't get hard in cold water," she said.
"I never tried it with you before," I answered, then attempted to crush her against me for a kiss. But my cock got in the way, stabbing her in the belly, and we had to lean over my prick to get at each other's lips. Trish laughed and tried to push it down, but it wouldn't go that way. Finally, we got it to lie upwards, the tip of my cock pressed against my navel, and in that position, we moved into a long lingering embrace.
By this time, we were getting pretty horny, and so by mutual consent, we agreed to rinse off and get out of the shower. As we stood on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, Trish first dried my back off, then I Hers, and with water still dripping down our bodies, we scampered back into the bedroom and climbed up onto the bed.
I immediately buried my head between Trish's legs and inhaled the fresh soapy smell of her pussy. I sucked her tiny clit a moment until her cunt let down its first of many supplies of fuck-juice, and the smell of her fluids combined with her clean soapy goodness was almost too delicious to believe.
I continued to suck away at Trish's clit and run my tongue down into her slit, figuring I'd give her the first cum of the evening by eating her delectable little twat. But Trish put her hand on my head and asked me to stop.
"I'd like to do something else first," she said. "I mean, if that's alright."
"Of course it's alright. Whatever makes you happy."
"Well, I've been thinking," said Trish, "I mean, how many times have we fucked so far?"
"Six," I answered quickly. "That's a number I'm not about to forget."
"I hope it gets so high we can't keep count," said Trish, "but meanwhile, well, you've fucked me and eaten me, but you've always cum inside me."
"I thought that would give you the most pleasure, and it's always nice to come together."
"Oh, I know it is," said Trish, "and I'm not complaining or anything, don't get me wrong. It's just that ... "
"What?" I asked. "Don't be shy, for God's sake."
"Well, I've never seen you come. I've never really seen how your cock works."
"So why didn't you say so," I responded. "I'd be glad to jerk off for you."
"Oh, no, I didn't mean for you to have to do it. I mean, not unless you'd rather. I'd be happy to jerk you off. In fact, I'd like to. You give me so much pleasure, and I do so little for you."
"How can you say that?" I asked. "You give me pleasure every minute I'm with you. And fucking you and eating your little cunt is the greatest pleasure I have."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Of course I do."
"You're very sweet, cousin Arnold," said Trish. "I love you."
I was stunned to hear those words, but also profoundly moved. "I ... I love you too," I said.
And then, without another word, Trish placed her hand around the base of my flaccid cock and began to rub it gently up and down.
As she rubbed, the blood began to surge into my veins, and my cockshaft quickly thickened and hardened.
"God, I love to feel it get all thick and hard like that," she said. "That's the best part."
"No," I said. "You haven't seen the best part yet."
Trish smiled. "No, I haven't, have I?"
If I'd been jerking myself off, I'd have taken my meat in my hand and pumped away firmly and quickly, cuming in less than two minutes. But Trish's gentle stroking would take much longer, and I leaned back to enjoy every fabulous minute of it. This was going to be the greatest jerkoff of my life-I just knew it-and I was prepared to let it go on forever.
Trish could barely get her hand around my thick cockshaft, and she was so afraid of hurting me that she was jerking my prick in the most tantalizingly slow way imaginable. It was really like a slow-motion handjob, and the extra time was giving my balls an opportunity to double their supply of spunk. In fact, the delicacy and tenderness with which Trish was jerking me off was causing a sort of sexual suspense. I could feel the tension in my cock and balls which were conditioned to abrupt relief. But under Trish's ministrations, well, my balls just kept on supplying jism, more and more of it with each passing minute.
I contrasted Trish's handjob with the blowjob Aunt Ruth had given me the night before. As I have said, Aunt Ruth gave the consummate blowjob, employing every possible trick and device to call forth as great a supply of cum as possible. But Trish was achieving the same end result without even trying. The touch of Trish's delicate little fingers was setting my balls afire. The knowledge that it was this beautiful little child, my adorable little Trish, who had her hand around my cock, was more exciting than a thousand devices some more experienced female might have employed.
And not to be discounted was my own state of mind. I wanted to perform for Trish, to provide her with as big a cum as possible-partly for her pleasure and partly for my pride. I wanted to show Trish such a supply of cream that she could live to be a hundred and never see its equal.
And Trish's instincts were unerringly right. As she stroked my great cockshaft up and down, she also cupped my balls with her other hand-not because she sought to increase my jism output, but because she was curious to touch them, and because she thought it would give me pleasure.
"Am I doing it right, cousin Arnold?" she asked. "Will I be able to make you cum?"
"You're doing it perfectly," I said, "and you'll make me cum in buckets."
As Trish continued her delicate pumping action, my cock let forth a slimy strand of pre-cum. Trish jumped with delight, and began to jerk my cock faster, glueing her eyes to my cockslit.
"Is that it?" she asked. "Is that your cum?"
"No," I said, laughing. "If that's all the cum I produced, it'd hardly be worth the bother. That's called pre-cum, and it's a lubricating fluid that comes out of my cock when I'm aroused to make it easier for my cock to slide into a woman's cunt."
"Then it's sort of like my cunt juices," said Trish.
"Very much like that."
"I wonder what it tastes like," she said, running her finger through the colorless goo that now coated my cockhead and was dripping down one side of my shaft.
"It tastes sort of like thick salt water," I replied.
"Then you've tasted your own pre-cum?" Trish asked.
"Sure. It can't hurt you," I said.
"I want to taste it too," she said, a grin breaking across her face.
"Then go ahead," I said. "It's really quite nice."
Trish got an added supply of my pre-cum on her finger and then sucked it into her mouth. She savored it for a moment, like a wine-taster evaluating a rare vintage champagne.
"Mmmmm, it is yummy," she said. "Slimy and salty, but yummy because it's yours."
Always the right word, I thought. "Okay," I said, "but you'd better keep rubbing my cock now-and get ready-because when you see my pre-cum, the real stuff isn't far behind."
"I'm so excited," said Trish, rubbing my cock a bit more firmly now, and keeping her face no more than six inches above the swollen purplish head. "I just can't wait to see you shoot."
To tell the truth, I couldn't wait much longer either. And I would have cum within just a few seconds if it weren't for the tentative way that Trish was jerking me off. I could tell that the spunk was there-at the base of my cock-and ready to burst out at the slightest provocation. But it needed a little extra boost to get over the top, to start my cock spasming of its own accord. I had believed I was on the verge several times, but on each occasion, Trish's pumping motion just wasn't hard enough to bring it off.
Of course, this only added to my sexual tension and the buildup of my spunk supply, but after I'd been poised on the brink for a solid ten minutes, my balls began to ache, and no matter how sweet little Trish's manipulations were, I knew I'd have to cum soon or burst.
"Trish, sweetheart," I said, "I'm very close to cuming now. Just rub my cock a little bit harder. Don't be afraid of hurting me. And you'd better get your head back from my cock another foot or so. You're right in the line of fire."
"Okay," she said, moving away a bit and pumping harder, but still keeping her eyes glued to the hole in my glans.
After another twenty seconds or so, I knew that this was it. I also knew this would be the biggest grandest cum of my entire life.
"Okay, Trish, I'm about to cum. Point my cock up toward my chest, and keep on pumping even after I start shooting. Just keep pumping until I tell you to stop."
"Right," she said, and in the next instant, I felt my balls tingle sharply, and then surge up against the base of my cockshaft. My prick twitched once, so hard it almost knocked Trish's hand loose, and then it twitched again, sending a mammoth bolt of cream a good two feet into the air, so that it landed just below my neck.
"God," exclaimed Trish, her eyes bugging out in disbelief. "I never knew it would be like that."
And before she'd finished speaking, my body was racked by another convulsive spasm, which sent a second wad of cum flying out of my cockslit, landing right beneath the first. It was thick white marshmallowy cream, the thickest I had ever watched myself shoot.
"Christ," said Trish, as a third bolt came fast upon the first two, and then the spurts started coming in more rapid succession. There were bursts of spunk shooting from my cock with the rhythm of machine-gun fire, and a ribbon of cream was forming up and down my torso, from just below my neck, to the base of my cock.
When my prick stopped actually spurting, it continued to ooze cum for another ten seconds or so, forming a broad white puddle just beneath my cockhead.
And then finally it was over. "You can stop now," I said, as Trish continued to rub my shrinking cum-drained tool, trying almost desperately to coax out another drop of my jism.
"I've never seen such a sight. It's so thick and rich and creamy. Oh, God, I want to taste this too. I want to put it in my mouth, to swallow it. I want your cum inside me. Is that sick?"
"No," I said. "Quite the contrary. It's the most beautiful thing you could say."
And without another moment's hesitation, Trish bent over my cum-covered chest and stomach, and began lapping up gob after gob of my thick sticky jism.
"Oh, it tastes so good," she said. "It's heaven. Oh, I'll swallow your cum always. Only next time I want you to shoot it into my mouth."
Suddenly, she stopped what she was doing, and threw herself down on top of me, rubbing the remainder of my spunk between our two bodies.
"Cousin Arnold," she said. "I love you. I love you so much. Please say you love me back, please."
I was overwhelmed by the passion and the intimacy of the moment-overwhelmed and overjoyed to be holding this lovely creature in my arms.
"I do love you, Trish," I said. "I love you very much."
"And please say you'll fuck only me," she said. "Please say you won't fuck with the others any more. I could never let another man fuck me-not ever."
"I promise," I said, plunging my tongue deep down her throat. But even as I made the pledge, I doubted whether such a vow could possibly be kept.
It wouldn't be easy, you'll have to admit. I mean with as many willing cunts as were surrounding me lately, it was next to impossible to refuse my cock to every damned one of them.
Still, she seemed sincere enough in her wish to keep me for her and her alone. It was immensely flattering, you will admit.
Here was this beautiful teenager, after her experience with me in the sack, pledging her love and devotion and making me promise to be faithful to her, just like we were married or something.
Instead of being cousins, which was what we were, and the most intimately kissing cousins, to make what has to be a great understatement.
How many of you can honestly say you fucked and sucked with your own flesh and blood kin? How many of you have kissed the cooze of your own aunt or cousin? Not many, I would suspect. But you aren't at fault for that. It's hardly the usual thing for kinfolk to do when they get together at family reunions or whatever.
Which isn't to say I bet you don't have more than one thirtyish aunt or teenaged cousin who you haven't at some time eyed with something more than familial love. In fact, you have all at some time or another thought what it would be like to stick your cock in darling cousin's cunt. Or, among you female readers, I'll bet the thought has crossed your mind of hopping onto that handsome uncle's cock and letting him fuck you, right?
Admit it. The thoughts go on in all of our heads, those and worse-the point is that in my case those dirty fantasies actually came to happen.
And what a happening it was. I had screwed my fourteen year old cousin and now she was in love with me and begging me to be faithful to her.
She did not exactly have the attitude of the typical teenage girl, sweet and demure, sugar and spice and everything nice.
Or maybe she did? Maybe girls were really just as dirty and lusty and horny as boys were, but they just made a better effort at hiding it.
I don't know, you figure it out.
CHAPTER TEN
And I was right. For the next three days, I brushed aside any and all advances made by Sarah, Valerie and Aunt Ruth. Each evening after dinner, I went up to my room to await the arrival of Trish, and we sucked and fucked our heads off all night long during that brief euphoric period.
But three days was all the other women would tolerate. On the fourth night, I was lying in bed with Trish-in fact, lying on Trish in bed-when Sarah and Valerie walked abruptly into the room.
"Get out," I said, furious at their insensitive intrusion, and the embarrassment it must have caused Trish.
"You get your cock out of our kid sister's cunt," said Sarah, "and sit up."
I was in a ludicrous situation. If I kept fucking Trish, I'd be inadvertently making her a part of the Pennington sex circus. If I stopped, I'd be giving in. But, with my greatest concern being for Trish, I reluctantly withdrew my red prick and, with Trish at my side, turned to face my tormentors. My hardon pointed fiercely out into space, and I might add that it stayed at full-staff throughout the entire conversation which followed.
"There are a few things we'd better get straight around here," said Sarah, "and the first one is that if anyone gets fucked, we all get fucked."
"Maybe you'd rather I left," said Trish, starting to get up from the bed.
"No, you stay right where you are," I said. "We'll let them talk, and then we have some unfinished business to complete."
I stroked the shaft of my cock for emphasis, and glowered at Trish and my two adversaries. Trish reached for her nightgown, but I signaled her not to put it on. I wanted to use our unashamed nakedness to underscore the way Trish and I felt about each other.
"OK," I said, turning to Sarah. "You seem to be the spokesman. Get on with it."
"I feel the same way she does," interjected Valerie, "and so does mother, although she's too kind-hearted to lay it on the line to you. The fact is, all four women in this house have strong sexual needs. You'd never have fucked Trish at all if it hadn't been for Sarah and me, and now you take the attitude that we can go take a flying leap.
"Well, it doesn't work that way. Either you service all of us, or you get on the train back to New York tomorrow morning. We're not standing around fingering our cunts while you and Trish play romantic games with one another."
"They're not games," said Trish. "Arnold and I love each other."
"That's horseshit," said Sarah.
"And you ought to know about horseshit," I said, viciously.
"I'll ignore that kind of crack once," said Sarah, "but don't push me. Now you listen, city boy-and you too, little sister. Neither of you had ever been laid six weeks ago, and you, Trish, you're still a child. So don't hand me a lot of crap about being in love. You two don't have the foggiest idea what love is all about.
"You like to fuck Trish more than me, city boy?" she went on. "Terrific. More power to my kid sister. She must have a super little cunt. But in the meantime, city boy, you continue to service me, and Valerie and mother-or you're out."
"I suggest you think it over, Arnie," said Valerie, taking a calmer but equally firm position. "We'll be expecting you in Sarah's room in half an hour. If you don't show up, we'll expect you to be packed and leave by morning."
And with that, Sarah and Valerie turned and walked from the room. I looked at Trish. I'd expected this showdown sooner or later, and I was ready to cope with it. But what about Trish? What about poor sweet loving innocent Trish?
"I ... I think you'd better go to them," she said.
"Do you realize what you're saying?" I asked.
"I realize the difference between having you some of the time and none of the time. I realize that a hundred percent of nothing is still nothing."
"I didn't want you to become part of this business," I said. "I wanted our lovemaking to be something special."
"It is something special," said Trish. "They can't take that away from us."
"Maybe it would be better if I left," I said.
"You know that's not what you think," said Trish. "Look, part of what Sarah said was true. I didn't know what sex was until a couple of weeks ago. I should be able to survive on a less regular schedule than we've been keeping.
"Besides," she said, "your cock is pretty durable. I'm sure that even after you've fucked one of them, if I ever needed it real bad, there'd always be a little spunk left for me."
"Always," I said, kissing her deeply, then putting on my pajamas for the long walk down the hall to Sarah's room.
And so I was back on my sexual round-robin once again. Only now I was servicing four sex-hungry females instead of three, and only one who was capable of giving me any real pleasure. But I tried to put aside my distaste for the others-it was the only way to maintain my sanity-and soon as I was fucking Valerie's cunt, buggering Sarah's ass, and pissing in Aunt Ruth's mouth-all for the sake of the occasional rapturous night I would spend with Trish.
I had originally planned to leave for home September first, giving me two weeks back in New York to get my head together before I returned to school. But the harvest season was coming, and Sarah and Valerie convinced me that if I stayed until after the annual harvest party, I'd have an unforgettable experience to take home with me. I should have guessed what that experience was, but naive lad that I was, I thought they were talking about the pride and satisfaction of completing a successful harvest.
I learned soon enough.
The harvest party was scheduled for the night of September twelfth, and the next morning, bright and early, I'd be flying back home.
The two weeks of harvest were exhilarating, and-the farm seemed to hum with activity from sunup to sundown. The Pennington farm had produced a bumper crop that season-a success in which I had more than a little share-and some ten extra farmhands were put on to get the corn and wheat and soybeans off to market.
The harvest party celebrated the successful completion of the task, and Aunt Ruth and her daughters prepared a large buffet supper for all the regular farmhands as well as the temporary men who'd been put on for the two week period. There was barbecued beef, grilled chicken, fresh salad, loads and loads of corn, and all the beer you could drink and piss away.
Once dinner had ended, Aunt Ruth stood up to make an announcement. "Friends," she said, addressing the smiling expectant farmhands, "for the past three years there's been a harvest party tradition at the Pennington farm. It began when my second daughter, Valerie, came of age, and there was enough womanhood to go around.
"As you know, my husband was a liberal minded man, but he never thought it quite dignified for me to take part. Well, Hank's gone now, but there's plenty of life in this old girl yet."
With that, Aunt Ruth threw up her skirt, and exposed her great hairy twat for all the crowd to see. There was an explosion of cheers and whistles, as a sinking feeling began to take hold in the pit of my stomach.
"And that's not all," said Aunt Ruth, still exposing herself. "I also want to announce that my youngest daughter, little Trish over there, had been initiated into the sisterhood this year, so there'll be four horny females for you fine young men to satisfy."
I saw Trish's eyes cast downwards, as a fresh chorus of cheers erupted from the assemblage. I turned to her. "Did you know this all ... ?"
But from the expression of shame and hurt on her pretty little face, I already knew the answer. The harvest night orgy was an obligatory part of growing up on the Pennington farm, and Trish was, after all, still a Pennington.
And then suddenly, the farmhands swept the four women up on their shoulders and carried them off to the barn. The cows had been let out to pasture for the night, and a fresh supply of hay had been spread all over the floor.
Aunt Ruth and my three cousins were tossed lightly onto the hay-covered floor, and then the men began to strip their clothes off. A succession of erect cocks came into view-some small, some large ... most mean and ugly. The women stripped off their clothes as well-Aunt Ruth and the two older girls with relish and abandon, little Trish timidly, reluctantly and tearfully.
"Come on, city boy, join in," yelled Sarah. "Show them who's got the fairest cock of all."
And as she finished the sentence, a stiff cock stuffed its way into her mouth, making further communication impossible for the time being. But Sarah was undaunted. She began to bob her head up and down over the huge cock, her eyes glazing over with passion as she abandoned her senses to the task.
Valerie and Aunt Ruth were soon busy as well. Since the men outnumbered the women by about four to one, each woman had at least a cock in hand, in cunt and in mouth-with someone no doubt waiting in line.
I wasn't about to be a part of this ultimate of all debauches. I'd fucked all these women in private a dozen times over. I was hardly going to share them with these grubby young men, much less lend support to the grotesque spectacle.
"Trish," I called out, hoping to persuade her to leave the orgy, but she wouldn't even acknowledge my presence. She was too ashamed.
And now a leering young farmhand was pulling off her dress, and shoving his stubby prick into Trish's tender little mouth. It was nauseating. I Mt myself gagging at the sight of her humiliation, and turned and left before I'd seen another moment of it.
I walked back toward the farmhouse, thinking I might finish packing and leave before morning. But that was silly and impulsive, there being no way for me to get to Topeka other than hitchhiking. So I sat down on the front stoop of the farmhouse, and tried to put this final evening into perspective.
I'd come to the conclusion that sexual energy had to be channeled more successfully than it was at the Pennington farm, when suddenly Trish came running past me into the farmhouse, naked but for her panties.
"Stop him, cousin Arnold," she shouted, as she slammed the screen door behind her. "Don't let that filthy pig touch me."
I stood up, just in time to bump into the same farmhand I'd seen sticking his cock into Trish's mouth just a few minutes earlier. He was totally naked, his cock dripping spunk, and his face contorted with a savage lustfulness.
"Outa my way," he said, trying to shove past me.
"You can't go in there," I said, blocking his path. "That's Mrs. Pennington's home."
"I gotta fuck me a pretty little cunt," he said, "and you're wasting my time."
I looked at him for a brief second, combining his verbal vulgarisms toward Trish with my mental image of him shoving his cock down her throat. Without thinking twice, I kicked upwards with my booted foot, smashing the hard leather into his balls. As he sank to his knees, moaning and clutching at his crotch, I turned and walked into the house, locking the large wooden door behind me.
When I got to Trish's room, she was draped across her bed, sobbing hysterically. I sat down next to her, taking her head in my lap and gently stroking her silky blonde hair.
"Oh, cousin Arnold," she cried. "I'm so ashamed. It was so awful. I didn't want to do it, but they said I had to. Even mother was doing it, so how could I refuse? But I never wanted you to see me like that. Oh, God, you must think I'm the worst tramp."
"If you were a tramp," I said comfortingly, "you'd still be back in the barn getting fucked, not lying here crying your eyes out."
"What happened to that ... that thing who was chasing me?" she asked.
"He has a rather acute case of crushed nuts," I said.
Trish looked up into my face and actually managed a smile, "I hope you hurt him real bad," she said.
"I did," I replied, leaning down to kiss Trish's sweet lips.
"No," she said, pulling away. "Not while I still have the taste of his awful cock in my mouth. Let me wash up, and then you and I'll have one last fuck."
"One for the road," I said, and she nodded soberly.
"Yes, I guess so."
Trish went into the bathroom, and when she returned a few minutes later, all her pure and innocent loveliness returned with her. She ran into my arms, and we fell together onto the bed, kissing each other all over until we finally found ourselves sixty-nining, eating each other out with a fever and intensity that presaged the imminent separation we both were dreading.
I licked her tiny cunt lips, and probed the insides of her slit with my tongue. And as I tongue-fucked Trish, she sucked my cock fiercely and ardently, pumping the shaft as she tongued my glans, clutching my prick as if somehow the intensity of our sexual contact could postpone my inevitable departure.
And intense it was, and exquisite and delicious and transcendent in its pleasure. Soon Trish's legs were twitching and writhing, and then her fuck-juice was flowing into my mouth as her cunt squeezed and twitched out her climax. And at the same moment, my hot thick spunk jetted forth into her small sweet mouth, my cock pulsing and bucking like a bronco.
But Trish wasn't about to lose a drop. She clung to my prick for dear life, and swallowed every drop.
And then, all too soon, it was over, and Trish and I lay, still in our sixty-nine position, gently and lovingly caressing one another's genitals-me leaning over to suck her tiny clit, she occasionally squeezing my balls with her tender fingers, or running her tongue over my oozing cockslit.
"Arnold, I love you so," she said.
"I love you too, Trish," I replied, knowing this time that I really meant it.
"When we get older ... "
"Yes," I said, responding to her hesitation.
"Will, ... will you marry me?"
"We're first cousins, Trish," I said regretfully. "First cousins can't marry one another."
"Who says?" she asked.
"The law says."
"It's a dumb law," she replied. "It's dumb that you and I can't marry when we love each other so much."
"Yes," I said, "very dumb."
Trish brightened. "But there's no law that says we can't live together, is there?"
"None that I know of."
"Well then, that's the answer. You'll come and take me away, and we'll just live together-live together, and fuck together, and suck together ... oh, Christ, Arnold, don't go tomorrow."
"I have to," I said. "I've got to go back to school."
"Fuck school," said Trish.
"There's always Christmas vacation," I said, trying to brighten both of our spirits.
"Right," said Trish, "and then Easter, and then next summer, and every summer after that until you're old enough to support us, and we go away together."
"Yes," I said, sliding around on the bed so that now my face was pressed against Trish's, my lips against her lips.
"Yes," I said, as I kissed her, and she returned the kiss-longingly, hungrily, desperately ...
Because I already knew there would be no Christmas vacation, no Easter, no next summer. I knew in my head what my heart couldn't yet accept. I knew that if I returned to the Pennington farm, there'd still be Sarah, and Valerie and Aunt Ruth. And though there'd still be Trish, what would she be like? What, after all, was Valerie like just two years ago, or Sarah, four years back?
I thought of the old saying that every whore was once a virgin, and I realized the temptations that lay ahead for Trish, and how maybe I was glad I'd never see her again, glad because now I could always remember her as she was that night ... and that summer.
And so, I never did return, and Trish and I never met again. But her memory stayed with me forever, and there's still a part of me that misses her, even thirty-four years, three marriages, and five children later. I think sometimes that I'll try to find out where she is, that I'll go and look her up-have a go at it for old time's sake.
But then I think, no, it's better as it is. It's better for Trish always to be fourteen years old, and to have known no other man than me.
Yes, much better.
I mean, why fuck around with one's memories, anyway? It couldn't get me anything but heartache, I'm sure. Who knows what has happened to her in all these years, the many years since we've seen each other?
Maybe she got ugly, fat, totally unattractive. Of course she had to change in some way, but I didn't have to like her for it.
No. I wanted that same fourteen year old. That was who I wanted to remember, not some adult, changed version of the same girl. What good was that to me, anyway? Sure, it was the same person, and her cunt would be the same one I had fucked way back then, but her cunt would have changed too in all these passing years. It would be more dried out now, not the sticky, drolly, fragrant thing it was when she was just a mere adolescent. It would be stretched and worn out now, not fresh and taut as it was on those occasions when I would finger-fuck her and stick my tongue down into that hot, creamy gash. And her tits-they wouldn't be the same tight, uptilting melons she had then. Now most likely she would have a couple of underinflated footballs hanging off her chest.
Shit!
It made me sick just to think about it. To think about her back then and what we did and what we meant to each other, especially what she meant to me. I guess you can't really calculate something like that, when the memory of it lasts for this long.
Memory is a strange thing. After awhile we only really remember the good things, forget all the bad, or most of them anyway. I know I have. But still the memory of that sexy young chick lingers on. I can't get her out of my head no matter how hard I try. She is a permanent fixture in my set of memories and there's not a thing I can do about it. Not that I really want to, mind you. No. I'm quite happy remembering that girl and how we would fuck and suck and how I was the only man who ever did it to her.
Who could tell how her life had developed, how many men she had known in the interim since we parted. Perhaps dozens, hundreds. Maybe she had become a slut, sleeping with anyone and everyone, even for money. Or perhaps she had never had anyone after me.
It was certainly more pleasant for me to believe the latter case.
Even if it were highly unlikely. After all, I had fucked women since her, plenty of them (though none ever meant as much to me as she did).
You might think I am making a fool of myself, spooning after some teenage chick because I liked the way she kissed me the last time I saw her, on that eventful night, that sexy summer years ago.
Maybe you are right at that. But the main thing is it doesn't feel very foolish, and that is the truth. It doesn't because the memories are too vivid, too real, too present, to seem like the unattainable past to me. If I merely close my eyes right now I can see, I can even taste, that darling Trish's hot pussy, wrapped around my lips, my tongue prying up between the cunt lips, making her writhe and moan and start slowly to have her hot teenaged orgasm.
Just thinking about her, just writing these words gives me a hard-on for her.
Maybe it's love. A love that goes on for generations and needs no more refurbishing than to sit down now and again and recall some of those memories of when it happened and when it was good.
And when you do that, when you think real hard about it, about her, about that cunt and those tits and that sexy smile of hers ... why, then none of it seems very long ago, not really.
It all seems like it happened yesterday. And like it just might happen all over again tonight.
