The younger generation's going to pot-a statement heard in Roman times, a maxim that's been labeled by many Americans as simply "The Generation Gap", a phrase that makes many of today's youth even more suspicious of the older generation.
Today hundreds of young boys and girls are running away from-home, perhaps not to escape truth but to find it. For them it's an escape from a society that has created Viet Nam; it's a road to free themselves from the mistrust that made Watergate. But along the way many of them will stumble, stymied by the conflict of inner desires versus the vestiges of social taboos.
In the case of the three young girls in this story, the escape is likewise to something rather than away from something. But what they find is a world of depravity in which their inexperience becomes their worst enemy.
THREE NAUGHTY GIRLS - a novel about today's youth for tomorrow's society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Wow, I'll bet he's got a nice big cock!" thirteen-year-old Angela Hart whispered excitedly to her two young companions as the muscular young man walked past them on the narrow sidewalk.
Angela, her twelve-year-old sister, Coralee, and the pair's best friend, Reina Escorial, were on the make for the first time in their young lives, and it was obvious by the husky tone of Angela's voice that she was not about to waste much time in fixing the three of them up.
She was cool! The minute that Mr. and Mrs. Hart had decided to accept Mr. and Mrs. Escorial's invitation to cruise down to La Paz, Angie had called the other two girls to her room for meetings about what they'd do in their parents' absence. Somehow, they'd make it down to the beaches of Santa Vaca County, find some boys, have a ball. Even if their folks had hired that tough, smart Miss Thatcher to watchdog them.
And then, no more than an hour after the two sets of parents had departed, with Mrs. Hart looking anxiously at her watch, and Mr. Hart looking impatiently at hte, and with Mrs. Hart saying: "You kids'll be all right; I'm sure Miss Thatcher has just been delayed!"-well, that was when the miracle had happened.
A phone call from Miss Thatcher. A pained and panicky phone call. Angie had taken the telephone call. And when she cradled the phone and turned to the others, her face was a study in triumph and purpose.
"She's broken an ankle-or maybe it's just a bad sprain. But she's got to stay in bed. Wow! Oh, wow! There's no way she can reach the folks, no way she can get here! We've got two weeks! Oh, wow!" Angela did a little war dance.
The two younger girls looked eager but confused. "What are we going to do, Angie?" Coralee asked. "Get some boys over here?"
"And have all the neighbors taking notes for a report to Mom?" Angela's sarcasm was kind and sisterly. "Hell, no, baby! We go where nobody knows us, and where the action is!"
Well, that had been about four hours ago on the clock, and a hundred miles north on the map. And here the three of them were, in the pleasant little city of Apple Tree, one of the many pleasant resorts strung along the shoreline of Santa Vaca County. And this was where the action was, all right. Kids by the hundred, running and walking and sitting in cars and slouching against buildings. Boys in surfer trunks, girls in bikinis.
Coralee, as tall as Angela, with the same gray eyes and ash-blonde hair, hugged herself and tried to keep from jumping up and down. Her sweet young breasts, soft little mounds of tenderness, not half the size of her sister's, but bearing a promise for the future, tingled as her arms pressed them. And Rein a, so tiny and dark, looking more like ten than twelve, but with the spirit of love and adventure shining in her large brown eyes, hugged Angie and said: "Oh, Angie! How soon can we get started?"
The resourceful Angela gave the eager pair a sisterly smile. "First," she said, "we've got to decide where to stay. Then, we get our bikinis on and start cruising." She looked at the crowds streaming along Apple Tree's main street, old Highway 101, and turning to head west toward the beaches. What she saw was just a bit discouraging- about twice as many girls as boys. "Come on, now, and stick close to me-I want to ask that lady at the bus depot for some information."
They ate sandwiches and drank Cokes from a vending machine while Angela, determined not to show discouragement, looked through a sheaf of resort advertising from the rack up near the depot door.
"What are we waiting for, Angie?" Cora lee asked. "I'm hot to get started!" She scratched her juvenile crotch suggestively, and gave her sister what she thought was a leer.
Angela looked at her severely. "Cut it out," she said. "Try not to act like a twelve-year-old. Look here," she said, holding a brightly colored brochure 'out to the younger girls. "The information lady says there isn't a room anywhere up and down the coast, from Tijuana to Long Beach."
"Kenny's Stables? Are you out of your mind, Angie? What do we do at a stable-sleep with the horses?" Coralee jibed.
"Don't be a smart-ass," her sister said sharply. "Look, it says right down here, 'accommodations and meals nearby.' They ought to have a room." She patted Coralee on the arm, and dropped her voice. "Don't you see, baby? They're ten miles inlandTthey shouldn't be so crowded."
"Have you got enough money?" Reina asked doubtfully. "The folder says the place is between Apple Tree and Rancho Dell. I remember my dad saying that Rancho Dell is millionairesville. Why don't we just go on down and camp at the beach-we're sure to make some sort of connection!"
"Sure, like juvenile hall," Angela said. She patted the multicolored leather shoulder bag. "You two laughed at me for giving that drippy kid in print shop class a little piece of pussy. Well, he printed me up enough ID's to get a check cashed anywhere. Besides, I've got Mama's Master Charge card. Stay here a minute."
She went back to the baggage counter and came back with a large key on a brass ring. "The lady can't get our stuff now," Angie said. "There's a bus due in any minute, and she's working the counter alone. Come on; she gave me the key so we can pick out our own bags."
They went into a dark room that ran along the north side of the building. There was a pile of luggage piled on the floor, and the only light was from a window, closed and painted over in opaque white.
"I'll open the window so we can see what we're doing," Coralee offered, and Angela said: "Okay, but the lady said to be sure and leave it closed and locked."
They heard the window go up part way, and there was a muted outcry from Coralee which brought both Angela and Reina up from where they'd been poking at the heap of bags. In the light from the window, they saw Coralee, her face bright with interest, beckoning to them, holding a finger to her lips.
The three of them knelt by the partly raised window pane, and Angela said, under her breath, "My God!"
There was an open space between their building and the second one down, probably ten feet wide and twenty feet long. It seemed to be a storage yard; there was a six-foot board fence shutting the space off from the alley. But there was no roof, of course, and the afternoon sun made the area as bright as a theater stage. And the girls were seeing a real show.
A big, dark-haired boy in the back seat of the convertible parked practically under their noses was just guiding the car's top back and out of sight. He was older than the fellows they knew, perhaps eighteen or older, and he was grinning at two other boys who had a small but ripely built young girl between them.'
"How old are you, chickie?" the dark boy. asked. "And where are you from?"
The girl tossed her long auburn hair and smiled. "What difference does it make? I'm big enough, and I'm willing. And don't call me chickie; my name's Joan."
The big boy in the car began to thumb down his trunks, showing a heavy cock growing out of a thick bush of pubic hair, and Angela heard the two younger girls gasp. The big tool was growing; when it was hard, Angie guessed, it would be at least seven inches long. The auburn-haired girl looked startled.
"Hey, wait a minute," she said, "I'm not doing anything with these jokers around. Me and you, that's one thing, but no audience!"
She turned on her heel, and one of the two boys grabbed at her, catching the strap of her bikini bra and jerking it so that it tore away, leaving two large, heavy young tits swinging. The girl cried out and tried to cover them with her arms, but the dark boy in the car said: "Peel her!" and his two companions roughly stripped her tiny panties down, showing a big triangle of dark-red hair at the base of her belly.
Angie looked at Coralee and at Re in a, and they were both as still as statues, their eyes riveted on the scene, their breathing so loud that Angela feared they might give away their presence. Never happen, she thought. Those guys are too busy!
The girl in the parking yard had turned white, and was struggling in the grasp of the two boys.
"Let me go, you bastards!" she grated. "I'll holler for the cops!" A flow of angry tears ran down her freckled cheeks and she closed her eyes, opening her mouth to shriek.
Before it was half out, one of her captors slapped her so hard that it rang like a shot, and the girl, her eyes hazed over with pain and fright, stood still.
"Lift her in, fellows," the dark boy said. His trunks were gone, now, and his big cock was getting hard. "Come on, baby," he grinned, "cheer up! You said you wanted a place to stay tonight, and we've got a big camper right down on the beach. You act nice, and maybe we'll fix you up!"
The girl sat slumped in the back seat, her young body beautiful in its swelling curves, its total nakedness. Her face was set and dull, and she did not look up as the dark boy lifted her left leg and set it, with bent knee, along the back of the seat. From the window, the three girls saw the long pink line of the girl's inner lips as the dark-red cunt hair parted slightly.
"She's beautiful," Angie whispered, and Coralee made a sound like a sob.
"What if we yelled for the cops?" Reina asked, her young face bright with interest. "I want to see that guy fuck her, but I'm on her side, too."
Angie shivered. The itch between her cuntlips was so intense that she was about to come. She reached for Reina's hand and brought it between her spread thighs. Without taking her eyes from the scene in the yard, she whispered: "Frig me! Real easy, now. Ohh, good, baby! Good! Right on it!"
She began to come, suddenly holding on to the tiny girl who was gently rubbing her clitoris, her itching, flowing labia, the wet portal of her cunt. In a trance of passion, she kissed Reina, open-mouthed, as they had done so often in the past, and the hot young Mexican groaned in delight as her long, slender tongue wrapped around Angie's.
There was a cry from under their window, and they hastened to peer out again, Angela partly sated, Reina barely able to breathe for her heat and need.
The big boy had his face down between the young redhead's thighs, and it was obvious that he was eating her cunt. The leg he had placed against the back seat was in the air, her right leg across his big shoulders. She was pumping furiously, obviously in the midst of a shattering come. The two boys were working on her, too, one leaning in to suck on one of her lovely boobs, now swollen with lust, and the taller of the two was kissing her. The action of her cheeks and throat muscles showed that she was sucking his tongue.
"Good God!" muttered Coralee, her white panties pushed down her thighs, her fingers buried in her almost hairless twat. "No wonder she's out of her mind!"
She suddenly laid her head on the window sill, and began to groan in low, gasping breaths. Reina, her own panties down, looked imploringly at Angie, who smiled and held the small girl around the shoulders, kissing her again while her wise fingers found the dark child's streaming slit.
The tide of orgasm began to rise in Angela again, and she reached to one side blindly, fumbling with her free hand for her younger sister's slick pussy. But there was another, louder sound from outside, and the three girls left off their own passionate fumbling with each other to watch.
The lush young girl in the back seat, her face slack in the wake of vented lust, was trying to keep her face turned away from the hard, demanding cock which the dark-haired boy was thrusting at her.
"Oh, please, not now!" she moaned. "Not yet! I don't even know you! I won't do it! I won't!" She was almost screaming, now, and one of the boys outside the car took her lower jaw in one big hand and squeezed hard.
"Get it open, baby!" he said. "No suck, no camper tonight!"
The dark boy who was standing Up in the convertible took her long hair and pulled her face to his prick. His face was in a twisted grin of delight. "You lip it good, baby," he said, pulling her held-open mouth over the purple' head of his cock. "And if you bite me, you won't have any teeth left to bite the next guy with!"
His cock was dark and rosy tan all along its rugged length; in the perfect light, Angie and the two youngsters could see the swelling veins, the hair growing an inch up from the wide base of it. It went deep into the auburn-haired girl's throat, and she gagged once, then began to suck.
"Hey," one of the boys outside the car said admiringly. "Look at her go! She's sucked a cock before!"
The dark boy edged up and got his knees on the seat, then turned and leaned back, pulling the girl's head to him.
This time, she seemed to come to him willingly, and she knelt on knees and elbows, holding the thick cock with one hand, her concave cheeks showing that she was giving him a really eager blow job. Her eyes were closed, her long hair moved on the boy's thighs as her head went up and down, her big breasts jiggling with her effort. Behind her, one of the other boys had his hand between the globes of her ass, his face intent as he finger-fucked her.
There was a groan of pleasure from the boy in the car, and the girl's head Worked faster, harder. Her throat muscles worked, and it was apparent that she was swallowing a load of cum, but not swallowing fast enough, for a long rill of milky white semen dribbled out of the comer of her moving, sucking mouth, and down the pumping cock.
Something good and exciting was happening to the girl, too, for she suddenly went rigid, bucked back against the probing fingers in her cunt, and lifted her head up in an unconscious tribute to the ecstasy of her orgasm. At the same time, the boy she had just sucked off opened his eyes, gave the unoccupied boy a wink, and clambered out of the back seat, into the front, where he could watch.
Immediately, this boy vaulted into the vacated spot, pulled the girl bodily away from his finger-fucking companion, and turned her so that her back was to him.
"Sit right down on it, baby!" he said thickly. "Here it is-old Charlie's cock, all charged up for you!"
He jerked at her thighs roughly, forcing her to get astride his legs, and Angela and the other two watchers saw that the girl, however willing or unwilling she might be, was hot beyond her capacity to resist. All the dark-red hair that grew below the top of her slit was nearly black with the wetness of her cum-juice, and her body went down and onto the cock-as big as the one she had sucked, possibly bigger-in a hard slide, bouncing up as the girl's face twisted in pain.
"He hit bottom," Angie whispered fiercely. "Goddamn! What a sight!"
The third boy, the one whose fingers had been buried in the girl's pussy while she sucked off his friend, climbed into the back of the car and wedged himself between the joined couple and the back of the front seat.
"That's the stuff, Joe," the boy in the front seat said. "She can sure as hell suck!" He reached around his friend's naked and muscular ass and took one of the big, jiggling boobs in his hairy paw, squeezing it so hard that the nipple stuck out like a toy balloon about to burst.
The girl's scream was weaker, now, and the boy called Joe took advantage of her opened mouth to jam his cock into it.
It was a brutally lascivious sight. The girl was impaled at both ends, the cock of the boy on the seat going up into her like a pole through a scarecrow. The tall boy standing up held her head in both hands, making sure she would give him all the head he needed by moving her back and forth without regard to her breathing.
And the first boy, who had gone down on the girl and taken her first head job, was raising another hard-on, and showed his renewed interest by pulling brutally on the girl's soft, full titties.
Angela, in spite of the heat which kept sweeping through her, found herself crying, and even the younger girls, now that they had worked off the first rough edges of their passion, were turning away from the window. There was a sudden flurry of sound from the outside, and the three looked again.
The girl, now freed, was trying to pull her bikini panties on again, and was having trouble. Cum was running down the inside of her thighs as well as streaking her chin and neck, and the boy in the front seat, the first of her tormentors, was trying to jam his fingers into her cunt, now so slack that its red inner lips seemed almost to hang out.
She tried to smile, pushing the boy's hand away.
"So I did all I said, and then some," she said bravely. "Can I go down to your camper, now, and take my bag?"
The dark boy threw back his head and laughed. "What do you say, Charlie?" he asked. "She's not the greatest cocksucker I ever had-how about her cunt?"
Charlie riddled with his limp prick, his face solemn. "Well, Bud, I'd have to say she's not all that tight," he said, in the manner of a judge weighing a question. "And she didn't move much."
The girl jerked away, crying. "How tight could I be in that position?" she demanded. "And all slicked up from all of you playing with me? And look at my bra. Ruined!" She was really crying now, holding the wrecked bra up to view.
The ringleader, the one called Bud, grinned and grabbed at her bruised young titty again. "Tough shit, sister," he said. "You were hustling us for a place to stay-I said if you were good enough, to all of us, you could sleep in our camper. The boys, here, say you're not good enough. Maybe the other three guys might think different. We're in a big Wanderer, pink and white, parked above Moonbeam Beach." He made a fast grab at her panties, pulling them down enough to expose her sopping cunt hair, and she twisted away, her face set.
She jumped lightly out of the car, her face streaked with tears and dirt, a broad, drying smear, of semen on her chin, and tried to run for the gate. The tall boy grabbed her. "Not so fast, chickie," he snarled. "We'll tell you when you can go. We don't want no cops corning down on us. We go out first, then you can do whatever you like. Be a good kid, and maybe, like Bud says, we'll give you a place to sleep."
In the semidarkness of the baggage room, Angela, her knees rubbery from the long-lasting flow of orgasmic pleasure that had been mixed with her horror, went to the pile of luggage and began sorting it out. The two youngsters came with her, but seemed confused, their young faces twisted in strange grins, as though they felt the same conflict of emotions as Angie.
They got out on the street with their three pieces of luggage, finding a typical small-town line of cabs, all different, all looking the worse for wear.
They stood silent, not looking at each other, waiting for the cab driver to appear, and with no warning, Coralee fell against her sister and began to cry quietly. "Oh, Angie," she wailed, "I'm scared! - I'm sorry, but I'm scared to death!"
Reina squeezed between the two, her arms around them both. "It was horrible," the dark child whispered. "How can you get so hot looking at that terrible, wonderful sight, and still want to kill those dirty rats?" -She shivered. "Honest, Coralee, I never had such a feeling in my life! God, Angie," she whispered, "I've got a real pain in my pussy! It hurts!"
"Don't you care, kids," the older girl comforted them. "I know what you mean, both of you. Corrie, that's why I'd be scared to camp out on the beach-those rough guys." She sniffled a little and laughed at herself. "Listen," she said, hugging the two slender bodies, "well go get us a room, and then, if we don't find some guys, well have us a little daisy chain until we're all pooped out, right?"
She deliberately squeezed hard on one of the almost nonexistent breasts of. the little Escorial girl, and, with her other hand, stroked her sister's beautiful little ass. Both her words and actions cheered them like a tonic...
"Sure, who needs guys?" Coralee asked. "Boy, the way we were all coming in there, well have plenty of syrup to lick up! Wow! The whole crotch of my panties is sopping!"
Reina did a happy little skip step. "Goody!" she crowed. "I'll go for anything! But honest, Angela, are we going to find some guys? I've been thinking ever since this morning: I'm gonna get fucked! I'm gonna get fucked! Oooh!" she cried, shuddering at the thought. "How wonderful! Just to be fucked with a big, hard, hot cock!"
Angela whispered: "Cool it!" and the other two turned as the cab driver came up and eyed them questioningly. After Angie had given him the name of Kenny's Stables, and he smiled and said certainly, he knew where it was, and after they piled into the privacy of the rear seat, Angie hugged the small, intense Mexican girl.
"I thought you'd been fucked, Reina," she teased. "You certainly gave us a lot of gruesome details!"
Reina flushed. "Well, I did," she said defensively. "But it was only my cousins, when we were in Guadalajara at Christmas. And plenty, too!" she said proudly. "Six, seven, eight times a day! But when my uncle tried to get into me, I realized that my cousins' pricks didn't amount to much!"
"That's weird that your uncle couldn't even get it part way in," Coralee said. "Not even the red part? I know you wouldn't lie, not to us, anyhow, but that's hard to swallow!"
Reina whooped. "I bet you'd like to swallow it," she said. "It darned near choked me!"
"That was really something," Coralee said without envy. "To go down on your uncle! Shit, all our relatives are so square they probably won't even let their wives suck them off!"
"Cut it out, you two," Angie chided them. "And whisper, will you? I think this guy can hear us. Settle down!"
The driver, at that moment, pressed a button and the glass between the front and rear seats went down as he turned. They were wheeling inland on Apple Tree Road, according to sighs, and the man waved at a huge billboard that signaled the nearness of Kenny's Stables.
"We're getting there," he said. "How long are you girls thinking of staying with us?" He had dropped his eyes to the strong young thighs of Angela, and turned back to his driving as the young girl clamped her knees together.
"A week, maybe," the girl answered, pleased at the effect she had had. "Maybe longer. We have to find a place to stay."
"Only place near Kenny's would be the Pepper Tree Inn. It's just across the road from the Stables. But they may be full up. Unless you have a reservation."
"Oh, yes, of course," Angie said.
"Well, what I mean," the driver said over his shoulder, "you ought to check that out, you know what I mean? Your reservations. Then, if everything's okay, you can get into your rooms and change, if you want to ride tonight. Or I can stay and have a cup of coffee while you're signing in, and if there's any trouble, I can take you back, see?"
If we have to, you poor bastard, we'll fuck you right out of your own bed, Angie thought. He had twisted his neck out of joint trying to get a look up her skirt. If you had a look and saw I had no panties on, you'd shoot this cab out across a field. A pussy was a powerful weapon.
But they got a slugging blow that shattered even Angle's composure. To the clerk's quiet statement, which the younger kids didn't quite hear, Angela answered shrilly. "No reservations? Of course we have reservations! My father made them through Luris Travel Agency. Look again."
"I'm sorry, Miss Hart," the man said in positive tones. "Luris didn't phone us; they'd know better. It's Easter week. We've been booked solid since January."
"May I use your phone to call them? Collect, of course?" Angela sparred, and then, as the man reached for the phone, she gave up, almost becoming thirteen. "No, never mind," she gulped. "What's the use? We've got to stay somewhere!"
The hint of tears in her voice, the fact that she was no longer thrusting her young tits at him like weapons, thawed the clerk considerably.
"Why don't you go in the dining room and have -some coffee or something?" he invited. "I know every motel and inn around here. I'll make some calls." He shook his head. "Don't get your hopes up, though. Anyone could have told you-the Santa Vaquita district is no place to come without a reservation. In Easter week, it's as bad as Newport and Balboa."
"At Balboa," Angie said, still game, "you can at least find a car to sleep in. But there's no cars parked along the highway out here in the boonies."
CHAPTER TWO
Angie smiled at the panicky faces of Coralee and Reina. Like a mother hen, she herded them to a table.
"The guy's going to find us a room," she said. "Don't worry. Oh!" she gasped, and giggled. "This vinyl upholstery feels cold to my bare ass!" she whispered. "And I'm so wet I'm slippery. I wish I had a big hankie."
They were talking to the waitress when an older man, a much older man dressed in extremely fancy Western attire, pulled out a chair at their table, nodded to them, and sat down.
"Heard you at the desk, young lady," he said with exaggerated politeness. "I can help you!" He addressed himself to Angela, but included the younger kids in his wet, red-lipped smile. His hair was going gray, his blue eyes were slightly reddened, and his face and neck were weathered to a deep red, but Angela looked at him with new hope.
She saw how his eyes kept straying to her breasts, and with an inner burst of confidence, she held her fringed leather jacket open so that her boobs showed plainly under the thin knit shirt. She had devastated bankers and schoolteachers and professors and policemen with them; why not this red-necked stud?
"You know where we can get a room?" she asked, leaning toward him. "Gee, mister, that's great! Where is it? Close by?"
The man looked around cautiously and bent closer to Angie, closer to those marvelously firm titties which made her seem more like the age she hoped to project. Unconsciously, his hand moved along the table, and Angie pushed a little closer.
The old dog! she thought admiringly. He's got guts! Right here in front of everybody, he's trying to feel me!
"It's not exactly a room," the man said hoarsely. "I'm Jud Kenny-I run the Stables, you know? And I've got a little trailer." He looked at her closely, and her sensitive young breasts felt the warmth of his bourbon breath. "You can sleep there tonight, at least-and we can get you a room tomorrow, maybe." As a seeming afterthought, he smiled at Reina and Coralee. "The kids can bunk in the stable," he said.
His meaning was so clear that she was at once flattered and amused. He wants to fuck me, she thought. What a great old guy!
Feeling unexpectedly grown up at the very idea of playing hard to get, especially when she was so achingly anxious to be gotten, Angie said: "The manager here is trying to find something."
The weathered old dude in the fancy shirt and vest, the tailored jeans, and - the cowboy boots looked at her calculatingly.
"Number one, baby, he ain't going to find you anything." His tone was positive. "Number two, if be gets some other desk clerk to give up his room, it's going to cost you a bundle. You want to pay forty bucks a night just for a room? You got that kind of money?"
Angela felt better. Maybe she was only thirteen, but she had dealt with cunt-struck older men for over a year.
"I've got my Master Charge card," she smiled. "If I have to pay forty dollars, I will." She was breathing faster, just feeling his staring eyes on her I trembling boobs. She was still so young, so eager, that anything connected with sex gave her a warm I feeling in the pit of her belly, almost an ache. There was a very small, tickling movement deep j inside her. How wonderful it was, just to be a I woman, just to own a cunt with the grown-up I capacity to produce its own slick lubricant! In the I dark cleft of her ass and thighs she suddenly felt I warm and puffy, and she shifted to free her swelling cuntlips from being so compressed on the slick chair seat.
The two kids were now finishing up their ice cream, watching the action with understanding eyes, rooting for Angie.
"Master Charge is fine, but you've got to find the room before you can use it," the man said. "What I'm talking about won't cost you a cent, baby-uh, miss, that is. Zip! That's what it will cost! Nothing!"
She could see the desk from where she sat, and the clerk had stopped phoning. The cab driver had finished his coffee and was at the magazine rack, looking up at her now and then. He knew Jud Kenny and his legendary fondness for young girls. It was why he gave riding lessons at cut rates, people said. Helping those young kids onto horses, getting that helping hand right up between the cheeks of their asses! A character!
Angela left money for the check and a tip, and now she and the other two girls were in the parking lot, listening to old Kenny, who was gesturing across the road.
"Right there, across that pasture," he was saying. "The tack room's on the left, the feed barn next to it. That's the stable over there. You're not afraid of horses? Good! Just cross the road, go through the fence and up the slope between the tack room and the bam. I'll be in the trailer." He was flashing a toothy smile, alert with anticipation.
"Why don't we just ride over there with you?" Angie asked, but she guessed the answer. There was someone the old fart, had to deal with, or to avoid-a wife, a partner, maybe the guy who slept in the trailer.
The old man gave her a very heavy look. He knew that this girl, acting so smart-assed, was on the hook. "Do it .my way or forget it, baby," he challenged her. "You want to hang around here and gamble on a room? Don't make me laugh!" He gave her a knowing grin. "How old are you, anyhow? Fifteen? How do I know your folks-or the cops-aren't looking for you?"
Angie swung her shoulder bag around to the front, produced her wallet, and flipped it open in " the waning light. "Born nineteen fifty-three," she said calmly. "That makes me nineteen, right?" Oh, that dummy-looking kid in the print shop! What a doll! She turned to the driver. "Would you put our bags in the gentleman's car?" she asked sweetly. With the eye away from the two men, she winked .at Coralee and Reina, standing quietly by.
"Be damned sure you stay close to the tack room wall," Jud said. "You're old enough, but what about them?" He jerked his head at the two kids.
Angela raised her brows. "Them? They're not in on our deal, are they? Isn't one of us enough for you, sport?"
Kenny grinned. "Our deal, hey? Whatever that means!"
He got in his car and looked again at Coralee and Reina, then at Angela. "They named Hart, too?" he asked, and Angie wished she hadn't been so quick to flash her fake driver's license.
"That's close enough," she said.
He drove away, and the two kids glued themselves to Angie, whispering, pulling, hugging, giggling. When she had them quieted down, she said: "It's very simple-he's giving me-us, that is-a bed for a bang."
"Do we get banged, too. Angie?" Reina asked excitedly. "Is he by himself? Can he do all of us?"
"Don't worry me," Angie laughed. "We're off the big hook-we've at least got a place to sleep. Anything can happen."
The fence was easy to negotiate, the slope was gentle, the curious horses eyeing them quietly. Coralee skirted a pile of fresh manure, giggled, and said to her sister in a low voice: "You never fucked a guy that old, did you, Angie? Can he get it up, d'you think?"
"You know Doctor Grass, down at the clinic?" she asked. "When I went there for pills, he said he'd have to examine me, and man, did he ever! He got it up, and he's older than Kenny." She closed her eyes and shuddered deliciously. Just the thought of a prick, anyone's prick, was marvelous.
They were right up to the tack room door before they saw the man, gesturing to them in the gloom. "Come in here," he whispered. "We've got a little problem."
Through a window, he pointed at a red house a hundred yards away, on a low hill, partly masked by a small trailer that had a sign marked "Office" over its door.
"We can't use the trailer," he said. "My wife's up there. She saw me drive in. If I go in the trailer and turn on the light, she'll be over here in a couple of minutes, wanting to know what's up."
Angie felt silent, choking back a desire to taunt the man about being afraid of his old lady. Not entirely because a night's lodging was at stake, either. She knew he wasn't afraid of his wife. And she saw, was looking at it right now, in fact, a long, thick bulge in the tightly tailored jeans.
She was suddenly hungry for cock. Fiercely hungry for any cock that would go into her, that would stretch and tickle and stuff and fill her achingly wet young cunt, make her feel alive inside, bring that wonderful feeling of being a real woman.
In her childish breast, she felt an affectionate respect for this tough old man. She knew the effect her ripe and girlish body had on men of all ages, but how phony and skittish they were when they, talked to her-not a one of them had the guts to proposition her. Now, here was this old stud, old enough to be her grandfather, with the guts to grab boldly at strange young cunt, to bring three girls right under his wife's nose, and then to put it up to her-take it or leave it. In the dark she could hear Coralee and Reina, breathing heavily.
Kenny's voice was hoarse but strong. "Well, any of you got any complaints?" he asked.
Angie moved directly to him, her hand out toward the strong figure, submissively putting her face up to him, and behind her, one of the young girls gasped.
She got her hand on his cock, and his mouth closed on hers, his big tongue filling her mouth. He tasted of whiskey and tobacco, his mouth strangely exciting, and the young girl groaned with the aching desire that burned through her.
With his help, she got his zipper open and his cock out, big and hard and rising at a proud angle, and almost pushed him off balance as a wave of heat seemed to thrust her against him, her soft, firm tits boring into his muscled chest.
The two kids stood on trembling legs, open-mouthed, hot, silent as Kenny folded Angie in his arms. It was light enough for them to get a flash of his cock, and they could hear the slurping of Angle's long tongue, which they knew arid loved.
"Okay," Kenny said in a cooler voice. "Let go of my cock, baby!" He pinched Angela's jaw in his big hand and kissed her again.
He turned to Coralee and Reina. "Pick up a few blankets off that stack in the comer," he ordered, "and follow me. Angela, you stay here. Understand?" His voice was calm and strong, and Angie quietly answered: "Yes, sir!"
The door to the feed barn opened with a creak, and there were streaks of light coming in through cracks in the wall-light from a big flood lamp mounted centrally. Kenny .snipped the wires on a couple of bales of fragrant alfalfa hay and kicked them apart.
"Work that hay over until it's loose," he said casually. "It makes a good bed. I know it's early, but if you can't go to sleep, don't fuck around where my wife can see you, hear? If you have to take a piss in the night, go outside." He bent down to Coralee and, to her pleased amazement, fully and carefully felt of her nubile body, her small, marsh mallow-soft breasts, down her back and over her surprisingly mature rump. Without haste or explanation, he got his hand under her short skirt, inside the waistband of her childish cotton panties, and sprang into her crack.
The child held her breath and strained back, so that one big finger went right inside her cunt. The finger moved over her smooth cuntlips, and Coralee hoped that he could tell she had some hair. Not like Angie, but some.
He had not bothered to put his cock away and it still stuck out, not as hard as before. Coralee took it in both her hands as Kenny's finger explored her flowing slit, and tried to pull it toward her crotch.
The man laughed. "You're okay, kid," he said thickly. "Two for the price of one, hey?" His voice had the horny edge of a stud donkey's bray, and he leaned to look at Coralee's face. "Not a day over twelve," he said. "And hot! Ill see you later, baby!" He moved away, hearing Reina's hoarse, hot laugh, and stopped at the door.
"Bunkhouse is over that way," he said, pointing. "Don't go there-my hired man's got a cock that would rip you apart!"
He walked down to a dividing fence, a hundred feet from the trailer, and bawled: "Rhoda!" in a voice that startled the quiet horses. When a reply came back, he shouted: "I got a sick horse over here! Want to help?"
The answer came back: "Hell, no! I've got dinner ready! Come up when you're ready!"
He was chuckling as he came through the door of the tack room, seeing the girl waiting exactly where he had left her. He took her by her arm, bare, now, since she had removed the leather jacket. Her underarm felt warm and damp, richly feminine, and he slipped his hand inside the big armhole of the knitted shirt. He got a handful of warm, responsive titty, and the girl, having already gone through this in anticipation, made a happy little sound of passion.
He pressed her hand on his cock, now filling with blood again, and gave her breast such a squeeze that she almost fainted with desire and sexual response.
"Come on into the trailer," he said in a normal tone. "Rhoda won't be coming over; she hates sick animals."
Angela went ahead of him with a light, and shut her eyes in rapture as Jud stuck his big old paw up between her legs, wiping it in the wet hair around her dripping pussy. He knew what it was all about, knew where it was at, knew what to do. She felt grateful at being relieved of decisions. Even the kids-he had gotten them out of the way. She wouldn't even ask if they were all right; that would be insulting. She could give herself completely to this moment, an adventure into sex deeper than any in her limited but eager experience.
She was feeling heat run all through her as he turned on the cozy little overhead light, and she joyfully pulled the shirt over her head, feeling the bounce of her sensitive tits as they sprang from their confinement. Her skirt came next, and she realized just how much her cunt had been flowing as the balmy night air struck and chilled her open cuntlips.
"By God, kid, you're all right!" Jud whispered as she stood still, her legs apart, smiling shyly, hoping for his approval. "Jesus, look at that gash! Beautiful! Beautiful!"
She knew her boobs were okay, as well as the rest of her body. She did not realize that they were superb, and neither did the old man. Nice tits, hot cunt, N firm ass, just the right size, and not bad-looking. That was the way he summed her up.
She shivered as he pushed her down on the bunk, letting him push her thighs wide apart, seeing him drop to his knees. No man-or boy-had ever really eaten her pussy. Some of the few who had enjoyed her body had kissed her on her belly, or on the inside of her thigh, but not to get their working lips on the fiery wet surfaces of her inner cuntlips. She and Coralee had sucked each other off many a time, and lately, they had taken Reina in on it. But now, as a really experienced mouth started eating her soft, trembling young cunt, Angela realized how little any of them knew about it.
"Oh, -goodness!" she gasped. "Take it easy! Ohhh! You better be careful! Ow!" She bit off the last exclamation, fearful that his wife might come down on them.
The pull of hot lips on her quivering cuntlips brought her tightly clenched ass up an inch or so.
"Oh, God!" she cried in a spasm of lust. "You'll make me come! I can't help it!"
She felt the waves of orgasm bum through her cunt, heat and wetness flooding her, her breath caught in her throat, her cunt muscles opening and closing convulsively. As she always did, she felt she was out of the ordinary world, riding a safe, engulfing wave of loving blackness, her head in full action, seeing the sparks of sensuality bursting against the black curtain with each thudding burst in her clitoris. There was a feel of intensely ecstatic pain-Jud had put his mouth over her grasping hole and sucked the cunt walls together. It was like being turned inside out with heat and joy.
As she came down, she felt the muscles inside her thighs fluttering, and realized that her hands were locked in the man's hair, her heels digging into his back. His arms were around her thighs, his hands squeezing her breasts with a force just short of screaming pain, exactly right.
"Oh, Daddy!" the girl whispered. "Oh, Daddy!" She was still in a warm daze, and the kneeling man, wet from forehead to chin with her cum-juice, began to lick her very gently, this time for the sheer pleasure of sucking in small mouthfuls of her juices.
Her body moved softly under his kissing, seeking lips, and she said: "Oh, I'm sorry, Mister Kenny! I hope I didn't hurt you, grabbing your hair. I couldn't help coming, you made me feel so good!"
"That's all right, baby, come all you want to," he invited. "I'm about ready to fuck you, and when I do, I aim to fuck you right up the wall!"
Somehow, during his cunnilingus, he had shucked out of his shirt, kicked off his boots, and now he stood up to push off his jeans.
She reached out for his cock, its size scaring her and thrilling her at the same time, and he swung into the bunk and between her legs so quickly that he was touching her wetly open split with his prick before she knew it. She bumped her ass instinctively, and felt the itch of another come start slowly, way down deep inside. What a way to go, this business of getting your cunt eaten before a fuck! She made a quick resolve never to let a man shove it into her until he had first turned her on by licking her to a climax.
She opened her eyes slightly, seeing the weathered face above her in a happy, twisted grin, seeing the cock, looking even bigger, poised just above the puff of light hair on her twat. Her hand seized it while Kenny was rooting among her sloshy cuntlips, and her face and voice were sweetly solemn as she whispered: "Please, Mister Kenny, can I put it in?"
This was the moment of joy and triumph she had felt every time when a male of any age had bent above her, the triumph she closed her eyes to hide when a boy or man was committed this far, when fucking was an absolute certainty.
The fluttering seed of orgasm was now becoming a throb. She would have screamed her joy as the big, soft head went into her and the hard column hesitated against her vaginal sphincter's spasm, except that her interest in what was happening was too great, too intense. Nothing so fierce and complete had ever happened to her. Heat, itch, feeling amounting to pain was in her guts, all around her softly moving cunt, burning in the wet cleft between the cheeks of her ass. The pressure of the cock was stretching her, scaring her, and she felt guilty. -
In spite of her flow of fluids, she might be too tight, tight enough to hurt this wonderful older man. He was so big, so powerful, so-everything! And he was proving she was too tight.
He plunged at her, and she felt as if she were being ripped apart. In the anguish and ecstasy, her legs flew up, and the powerful ring of muscle at the entrance to her vagina opened a tiny bit and felt the pull of membrane as the hard column slid in another inch.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mister Kenny," she whispered, feeling tears forced out of her closed eyes. "Oh, I'm too tight for you! You're so big!" Her ass moved in spite of her attempts to lie still, to will her cunt to relax, and he hissed: "That's all right, baby girl! That's all right! Move your legs up more, get your feet higher."
She felt as if her cunt were being pushed back into her body, as if the fat and hairy outer lips were being driven into her by the ripping force of his cock. It was scary, but so good that she had to smother a yell of pleasure. And in her belly, herx vagina, around the clitoris that also seemed to be ripped from its accustomed place, she felt the pain of a knotted orgasm, trying to burst its way out of a complex of nerves and silently screaming muscles.
"Oh, God, oh, Daddy! Let me come! Help me! HELP ME!" She choked on the rising words, and began to come in a rolling series of waves that pounded her clenched ass up and back, down and forward. And, to her joy, she felt the hard orgasm opening her, its burst of juices slicking her vagina and the man's heavy cock so that he was pounding into her. The feel of ripping was gone; all she felt was heat and stretch and friction and the gut-tightening pain as he battered at her young womb and stretched the closed end of her cunt.
She could hear him laughing softly as his whiskered and sweated cheek lay next to hers, as the final flutters of her deepest muscles kissed and sucked at the buried head of his cock. She felt big and grown up as the whiskey fumes rolled around her. This was a man! She regretted that he must have come, that he would wither and slip out of her hungry cunt.
He was whispering in her ear. "You're damned right you're tight, baby, and you're damned right I'm big!"
His lean belly was slippery with his and her sweat, and the smell of cunt and sweat made her giddy with the deep pleasure of the fuck, and she felt her vaginal muscles close around the big pole of meat, which was still strangely hard.
"You hit bottom every time you shoved into me," she whispered. "Did I holler very loud?"
His loins knotted and he worked the big prick around in her, letting it soak in the hot juice that filled her so full that he had pistoned out a lot of it, along her thighs, in the dark crevice of her compressed asscheeks.
She jumped as his movements stretched her and worked around her cervix. "How come you're still hard?" she asked wonderingly.
.He plunged into her and pulled out, repeating the action.
"I didn't come, yet, baby," he laughed. "Remember what I told you? I'm going to fuck you right up a wall!" -
She- laughed comfortably, confidently, and pulled his tough old face around to hers. She looked at him for a long moment, and he was amazed at the maturity of that look on her baby face. She opened her mouth and licked around her lips, and he went to her gently, sinking his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth. She sucked and licked, pushed his head back and licked all around his mouth, and grinned.
"I love to lick my pussy-juice off you," she whispered. "I just wish I could bend my back enough to reach my cunt-idiot's delight, they say, sucking yourself off!"
His body seemed to come alive and his big cock twisted into her as he rammed and plunged, his mouth back on hers, his tongue trying to suck hers up by its roots, bis body beating at the width, the hairy softness, the running red slash of her raised and opened cunt.
She did not know it, because she actually had too little experience for comparisons, but she was getting a premium fuck. As a cowboy, Jud Kenny was a fake; as a riding master, a pretender; as a businessman, a joke. But he was a man. Booze and long hours in the outdoors made him look fifteen years older than his age. He was forty-six, which would have seemed ancient to Angela, but he was as good in bed as he ever was. And he knew that sex meant more than a slick pussy wrapped around a cock. Especially with these young ones, and he knew that, no matter what the driver's license said, she was only a kid. They liked to feel grown up, they liked hardness, toughness, what they thought of as sophistication, acceptance into the adult world.
He rubbed his hands over her long, firm breasts, pressing them down hard, getting the suddenly expanding nipples between his fingers. He tongued her deeply, deliberately letting his excess of spit slide into her mouth, feeling her swallow, suddenly wishing he had his cock buried in that soft young throat.
The smell of lust grew thicker, and the girl bumped up to him frantically, and he immediately began to slam his body against her, burying the hard length of his cock into her in a faster rhythm, listening to her grunts of coming. He did not let her rest, either, but continued to fuck after her come was over and she was fighting to dislodge his prick from her screamingly sensitive pussy.
She began screaming against his tongue, almost fainting from the pain of a sensitivity beyond description, her cunt still burning from that fierce orgasm, needing to rest, but being crammed by the hard cock, her shrinking clitoris beaten by his mound and scraped by his pubic hair.
In the midst of this twisted sensuality, with pain flooding through her belly meeting the pain coming down from her bruised breasts, her body suddenly took on a new, unexpected consciousness, the crazy joy of a feeling too intense to believe. Her protesting cunt was no longer trying to shake the man out or slip back from his thrusts. Rather, accepting the unbearable, the cunt, the ass, the breasts, the belly, the tongue-all her parts and all her body, in fact-became one large, hungry, gulping pussy, feeling good all over, trying to get the entire man into her, trying to eat hum alive with her cunt.
She came again, and screamed again, but this time she did not fight for rest. Instead, she began to swing her body from side to side as if seeking new areas inside her cunt to rub on his beating, plunging cock.
And all the time, from the instant he had started the fucking again, whenever his mouth was away from hers, Kenny kept up a steady stream of talk to inflame her mind: "I'm right up your cunt, baby! My hard old cock is slamming around in your young, hot cunt! You're a great piece of ass, baby, a wonderful fuck! You're corning by the quart, Angela. That's your name, ain't it, baby? Yes, Miss Angela Hart, cunt and all; tight little pink pussy, cute little blonde-haired cunt! Fuck me, doll! Take it all in! I'm deep in your cunt, baby-wrap some pussy around me!"
And with each burst of hot language, although her mind was far out in a whirling void, Angie responded. Never such a fuck, never such a woman, Kenny knew it with each slam of his cock into her. Woman? A kid! Fuck, fuck, fuck, slam, slam, slam! Goddamn it, what a cunt! Running with juice, buckets of it, but' tight and soft and sweet as a mouse's ear!
She screamed again, and even in his lust, Jud sensed a nearness to some form of totality, to the end of some rope, the presence of a condition that could go out of control. For his cock was almost his master, and his hands knew the silky weight of her tits so that they felt like cunts, too.
Angie, feeling that she had been split open and sewed back around this godlike prick, her ass seeming to be part of her cunt, her tits feeling twice as big, the nipples throbbing with the desperate waves of sensation in her pussy, was still fucking with the abandon of joy bigger than herself.
One more sensation for her was in Jud Kenny's mind; she wanted everything; he could not and would not give her the joys of a beating-not yet, , at least-but there was another pain that women dug, and he had fucked for so long that he needed
-something to get him off this high hook, to jar that enormous load out of his aching balls.
"Pull your legs back, baby," he hissed. "Real high! Touch the wall with your toes! There, that's it!"
She could only twist, her ass nearly six inches off the bed, her cunt so slitted and stretched that her own cuntlips were sucking at her vagina.
She felt his hand wiping up and down the cleft of her ass, in the river of cum that he was pumping out, and suddenly there came a brutality of sensation she had, somehow, been expecting.
Right up her ass, in an area as tender as any spot in her cunt. Deep in, deep into a new center of nerves made twice as tender by the long, the unbelievably demanding fuck. Up where his cock had pressed against it in the dark. How many times had she come? No way to know, but she was coming now with a ferocity that took every heartbeat, every ounce of mind and body, that joined every sensory nerve in her young body.
And strangely, lost in that dark land of sexual spasm, she felt him pumping his sperm into her, felt its heat run into her, felt the long, jerking throbs as he plastered the inside of her body with his jets of sperm.
They both were against the mattress now, Jud's loins still driving the cock into her, her cunt, suddenly gone slack as it could get with her final come, still rippling slowly around his bar of hot meat.
He thought she was singing, but he began to make out the words she was huskily sending out. "Up a wall! Up a wall! Up a wall! Oh, Daddy, you've fucked me up a wall!"
He kissed her on the lips, gently, and felt her tongue, soft and limp from the draining of her body. The clean, sweaty smell of her, of her clean hair, of her tired, slack, streaming cunt, was like good whiskey. No, better.
"Oh, Mister Kenny, what can I say?" the soft young voice came to him. She moved his hands under her arms. In the fashion of her generation, she had never shaved; the tufts of curly hair, exactly the same texture as the hair on her cunt, were damp and fragrant. "You're so good, so good!" she crooned. "I never knew. It's like I never had it before!"
"You'll have it as long as you stay around here, baby," he promised. "You're better than any grown woman in the world!"
She laughed quietly, happily. "But I don't even know how to do it," she whispered. "I'll try to learn."
His cock slipped out of her pressing cuntlips, and she groaned, her eyes closed. Kenny pulled away and looked.
Every hair on her tender, soft little pussy was matted and stuck together with her cum and his.
The thick, soft, outer lips looked almost hairless, and they were parted to show the drenched, slick surfaces of membrane, their swelling gradually going down. Thick drops of his semen were oozing out of the bubbly hole, running down out of sight. He pulled the top of her split open, very gently, and could not even see the clitoris; it had retreated; its area was pearly pink, innocent-looking.
He turned his gaze up to look at her mouth, thinking how much the surface of the tender cunt was like that inside her lips, and felt a twist of fatherly compassion.
Angela, so wanton a few minutes before, fiercer than any grown woman in the fury of her fuck-madness, was asleep!
Somehow, he got her clothes on her. Lucky she didn't wear more, considering his own exhaustion. She never did fully awaken, but at least be didn't have to carry her as the two of them finally made it over to the feed bam, and he passed her through the door to the young kid who looked so much like her. Oddly, the child had taken off her clothes, probably undressing to go to bed in the hay.
He felt a stirring of desire, looking at those soft and childish little breasts, the unshadowed triangle where her belly joined her thighs. But he knew it was in his mind rather than in his balls, and turned away, smiling to himself. In the glare from the big floodlight, he walked .to his car, got in, and headed for his home.
CHAPTER THREE
A couple of big trees shaded the trailer and the tack room from the floodlight, but Coralee and Reina, their eyes glued to vertical cracks between the boards, plainly saw the old man bring Angela out of the room and into the trailer. They even saw his hand go out of sight up her skirt, and Reina giggled foolishly and made a sound like a sob.
"I can't help it, Cocalee," she whispered. "Just thinking of that horrible old man fucking Angie! Fucking her! And we don't know what else!"
Coralee grabbed the smaller girl and shook her.
"Shut up, you little faker!" she said. "You saw that cock, just like I did, and you want some of it so bad you're almost out of your tree. He's not a horrible old man. He's a great old guy. Angie's just lucky, that's all." She could still feel the intensity of heat she had felt when Kenny had felt her up so thoroughly a few minutes before, and his whispered promise. "Don't you worry, Reina," she said. "We'll get ours!"
The dark little creature began to pull her dress up over her head, and, once she was out of it and down to her panties, she gave Coralee a hard hug, clasping the bigger girl's ass.
"Come on and strip it, lovey," she said huskily. "If we don't get fucked, at least we don't have to go crazy! Ill bet that old guy is eating Angela right now. I want to get my fingers into you, and my tongue into you, and if I had a big old red cock, I'd put that into you, too!"
The blankets were soft and warm, the hay was not too bad, and they locked into a familiar pattern of girl-heat, fingering each other first. "I wish the light was better," Coralee said. "Your little old baby cunt is so good inside when it's hot! And that little old patch of short hair is just like a mustache!" She rubbed the side of her soft little hand in the oddly mature-looking split that went out of sight between the little Mexican girl's beautifully shaped thighs.
Reina said: "Damn! Corrie, you sure know how to hit it! You can find my clit as well as I can. Oooh! God, that's good! Do you s'pose Angie's feeling any better than we do?"
"Course I do, silly. She's got a man, hasn't she? A real man, too; not some dumb long-haired high-school kid. Oh, Lordy! I'm so damned hot! Let's lick each other, okay? I've got to come, that's all there is to it!"-
She hunched her warm little ass around until it was a few inches from Reina's face, and patted the tiny girl on her thigh. "Lift it up," she ordered, and inhaled deeply as the young cunt popped open, releasing its fragrance. "I hope I smell as good as you do!"
She gave a tentative lick in the unseen sprit, and then buried her face in it, licking in a controlled frenzy, feeling the squirming tongue of her friend at work in her own cunt.
There was an unmistakable movement in the hole Coralee was sucking, and she swept back up to the hidden clit, licking, sucking, rasping it with her tongue, even closing her teeth on it in a spasm of love for the other girl.
Her own cunt was throbbing, aching, bursting with a come trying to break out, but Reina had stopped everything as she lay quaking in an orgasm too big for her slender body. The taste of her childish pussy was strong, rich, adult in every way, and her cuntlips, having only the very faintest showing of short, dark hair, were as fat and thick as Angela's. Coralee, glad she had brought Reina to a come so quickly, kissed the dark child on the inside of her thighs, now widespread and quivering.
"Oh, Corrie, that was so sweet," Reina whispered. "I needed it so bad! Ever since that-that-" Her voice broke.
"I know, honey," Coralee whispered. "It nearly killed me to watch it! That girl, wasn't she good? And brave? Go on, baby," she ordered, working her belly and cunt back and forth invitingly. "Don't I get a little suck, too?"
She eased into the pleasantness of getting her cunt licked, even if she did wish that Reina were a boy-no, a man, an older man. Like Jud Kenny. The way he had moved his hands around her! Damn! What a nice old man! And right now, he was fucking Angie. Wow! That big cock--had it right in my hands, she thought-going in, pulling out, making a sucking noise, sending Angie out of her mind.
She knew the blonde pussy of her sister so well that she could see it perfectly. It was tight, tight, tight! How would Kenny get it all into her sister?
The thought was so intensely hot that her cunt began to pound, and she reached for Reina's head, pushing the child's face against her twat as hard as she could
"Oh, Jesus!" she cried. "Oh, Jesus! Suck it, baby! Suck it hard!"
In a frenzy of lust, she buried her own face in the slick little opening between Reina's cuntlips, and felt the warm contact of her friend's body all along her own. When her orgasm had throbbed its way out, and Reina's body had stilled, she lay as she was, not moving her mouth from the richly flowing hole in the little-girl body. She could smell the sharpness, the thickness of scent that came from her friend's clean asshole, and she giggled.
"Some day, I'm going to give your asshole a blow job," she said, loving the feel as the tiny girl's body tightened and shivered.
"Some day, I want some guy to shove his cock in there," Reina whispered. "God, doesn't that send you far out? The books say it's wonderful-as good as screwing." She pushed away and sat up. "What's that noise out there?" she said in a whisper.
"Horses, most likely," Coralee answered. "Wait a minute; let's take a look."
They had made their bed next to the south wall of the barn; they only had to knee their way a few feet. The sound of steps, a cough, had seemed to be just a few feet away, and whoever or whatever it was, it had to be in the bright glare of the central floodlight. Coralee's sharply drawn breath brought Reina to her side. It was a magnificent sight.
No more than a yard from their faces, a man stood silhouetted against the light. He was dressed only in a shirt and a pair of cowboy boots. Thirty feet away, the two girls could see the bunkhouse; its door was open, a tall rectangle of yellow light, and there must not have been a toilet in it, for the man was taking a piss.
They were not experienced enough to know that the need for emptying one's bladder may cause a cock to swell, even, in the morning, to grow big and hard.
All they knew was that the prick which the man was holding so lovingly, and from which a hard, amber stream was arching to the steaming ground, seemed very large, very beautiful.
After the stream lessened, after it stopped, the man's hand moved back and forth, stripping out the last few drops of urine. After a few strokes, the movement stopped, but the hand stayed in place. In a few seconds, the man looked over his shoulder at the open door, and began to move his hand again, back and forth, and the tool became noticeably larger.
The two girls, who had not said a word, looked at each other, and Reina saw a look of sympathy and pain on Coralee's face. "He's jerking off, isn't he?" the young Mexican girl whispered, and Corrie nodded, then shook her head, at last got up and stood against the crack in the wall.
"Don't say anything at all," she said in a low whisper.
The man jumped and started to shove his cock back into nonexistent pants, but Corrie whispered: "Here I am; right in the feed bam. Come here and give me your finger!"
Like a sleepwalker, the man moved to the wall and stuck his finger through a crack just wide enough to take it.
Coralee, breathing hard, pressed her belly up to the boards, guided the finger against her opened and wetly drooling pussy, her young face tense, but relaxing as the finger recognized what it touched and began to move, parting her outer lips, tickling in her humid slit. Reina, her eyes glistening in the dark, knelt with her thighs apart, gently rubbing her little cunt.
Coralee's whisper came again. "Isn't that better than jerking off?" she asked. "Wouldn't you like some of that?"
There was a moment's pause, and the man said: "I ain't got any money!"
Reina, looking out again, saw that his cock was hard, was rising higher and higher, and she giggled.
"Neither have we," she said, and the new voice made the man jump. "Why don't you come on in?" she whispered.
He had to tumble his way in the dark, his eyes still adjusted to the bright glare of the floodlight, but the girls found him, led him to their bed, and he sank down on his knees, saying: "If I'm dreaming, don't any son of a bitch wake me up!"
For answer, the happy girls tumbled him off his knees and swarmed all over him, Coralee pulling his hands to her aching young titties, leaning down to give him a tongue-sucking kiss, and reaching for his cock.
She was too late; her groping hand struck Reina's head, and a quick feel proved that the little girl had jammed her head down so that at least half the big, hard prick was in her mouth. Also, to her annoyance, the man removed one of his hands from her throbbing breast and was pushing it into the crack of Reina's ass. There was a slurpy sound, whether from Reina's mouth or the cowboy's hand in her wet pussy, Coralee never knew, but she hissed, "Hold it!" arid pulled Reina's hair until the indignant child came up sputtering and swinging.
"What's the idea?" she asked hotly. "I had him about to shoot it! Didn't I, mister? Didn't I?"
The man's voice was awe-struck.
"Who in the hell are you two?" he demanded. "You ain't whores! You're nothing but kids! Did old Jud hire you, or what?" His voice sounded bewildered.
"Never mind who we are," Coralee said. "That can wait. My name's Coralee, that's enough for now, and this one's name is Reina. Who're you?"
"My name's Burt Rasco," their guest said. "I work here."
Corrie felt for his prick and sighed in dismay. "It's getting soft!" she wailed. "What's the matter-don't you like to fuck? Oh, damn it!" she cried. "Go on, Reina, suck him off!"
"Hey, wait a Goddamned minute," Rasco said heatedly. "Let my cock alone for a minute. Lay down here, you," he ordered Corrie. "Let me get a look at your pussy!"
He pulled her into the slim bar of brightness that came through one of the cracks, and bent close to her crotch. "By God!" he swore softly. "You got no hair on it!"
"That's none of your business!" Coralee answered angrily. "It's a cunt, and it ought to be better than your hand. Or do you like to jerk off?" Her tone was icy, and the man laughed, pulled his shirt over his head, and brought his cock into the light. It was, once more, rigid and throbbing, and Reina said: "Give it to me!"
"Hold it," the guy said. "You know what time it is? Only a little after eight. We got all night; let's don't rush it. You," he said, cupping Reina's chin with his hand, "you look awful small, but I can sure smell that little pussy of yours. Corrie, get up and see if you can get my cock into you. And you, Reina, get up and ride my face bareback. That way, I can fuck and suck at the same time, and nobody gets the hind tit, right? You like to get your cunt sucked, Reina?"
The trio joined, and Coralee's voice rose, sharp and pained: "It won't go in! You're splitting me!" She groaned and followed it with a gasp of triumph and pleasure. "It went part way in, Reina! How is it, Burt? Is it hurting you?"
The man-or big boy, really-gritted his teeth. "It feels like you're pulling the skin right off it, Coralee," he said. "Go up a little, and sort of wag your ass from side to side. Oh, man! That's better!"
The girl slid down his big cock, holding her breath. "Oh, Reina," she whispered, "imagine! Both of us getting it! And without waiting. Oh! Oh! That hit something!" she cried. "What was it?" And the cowboy, his voice prideful, answered: "Bottom!"
He gulped as his vision was shut off by the slim loins of the little girl he had thought was too small, and got a mouthful of cum as she worked her crotch cautiously over his mouth. His nose was pressed into her ass, and he got the same sharp, clean smell that had so stimulated Corrie. He opened his mouth wide and shoved his strong tongue up against all that swollen sweetness, into the streaming gap that was now moving strongly back and forth on his face. He sucked very hard, stopping the girl for a few seconds, and was so aroused by it that his cock, buried in the other chickie, throbbed long and hard.
He felt the excited girl leap up so that his' cock got a wiping pull, a vacuum-like suck that came from a really tight pussy, and groaned in the joy of his good fortune.
He heard an excited yelp from one of them, and Coralee said: "Oh, kiss me, Reina! Kiss me! I'm almost coming!"
He felt movement on his face, on his belly, and wished he could see what was happening. All at once, the little girl sitting on his face went wild, riding his face back and forth as though she meant to smother him. He could hear her cries, feel the muscles in her thighs bunch and tighten, and the cunt went back and forth from his eyebrows to his chin so fast that he couldn't get a full breath. To add to his problem, her flow of cum was going into his nose as well as into his mouth, and he became terrified with the fear of smothering.
He got his hands under her buttocks and raised her off his face, but she slammed her body down and, with all his strength, he could not move her. The blood was throbbing in his ears when she fell off him, going down on her side, her face in the narrow streak of light so that he could see her eyes were closed, her" mouth open and gasping for air. He had never smelled the perfume of cunt so plainly, so strongly in his life, and he marveled that such a young kid-two such young kids-could produce such a powerful odor of sex.
His eyes were completely recovered from the outside glare, and he could see the girl riding his cock almost as well as if it were daylight. He put his hands up to her small tits, feeling a rush of love for both of them, even the one who had nearly drowned him in pussy. In his twenty-two years of life, his eight years of fucking, he had never known so much heat and fulfillment.
Coralee was so intent that her eyes were closed. She was rocking back and forth, rising slightly as he humped up, coming down gently on his tight-fitting cock, and the softness of her breasts-contrasted with the hard swell of her nipples.
His vision was suddenly cut off as Reina put her face to his, her tongue went into his mouth, and he bucked deeper and harder into the melting heat of Corrie's cunt.
He held Reina's thrusting mouth up off his for a moment and asked, "Are you all right Corrie? Are you going to come?"
She leaned down against them both, getting her arms around parts of Reina, parts of Burt, saliva drooling from her open mouth, and said thickly: "I've been coming ever since I got on it! I just keep coming and coming-ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
She hammered her body down on him, her cunt still as tight as ever, but slick enough from her cum-juice so that his cock slid in and out in painful ease. She seemed to stop dead-still, screamed "Ohhh!" once more, and butted Reina's head aside so she could clamp her slobbering mouth on the cowboy, drawing his tongue deep into her throat, recognizing the gamy taste of her little Mexican friend's cunt on his lips and cheeks.
His cock had swollen as his balls, unable to hold back any longer, poured his seed up his big cock and into her slackening vagina, which was still so small that the jets of semen stretched it. The slick, milky goo pumped out as she once more took her small, perfect ass up and banged it down, and, when his last drop oozed out and the sensitivity in the head of his cock made her seem just too much, he gave her tits one final squeeze and pushed her over backward, seeing her pale, smooth cuntlips open, and their combined richness of slick cum-juice dribble out.
He drew both the girls close to him, laughing at them and with them, and got a hand down between the lips of each young cunt. "I want to suck all that out of you, baby," he whispered in Coralee's ear. "I want you to hold your pussy closed until you're right on my face', and then let it all hang open, right? And you, honey," he said, giving Reina a stroke up and down her wet asshole, "you can suck my cock and balls."
He was half out of his mind with the delight of owning two such girls, and they were shivering and servicing him as if he were, in fact, their sultan, when a harsh young voice came from the door. "Rasco, you dirty bastard!"
The girls leaped away from him, but Burt laughed and said: "Come on in, Sid; there's plenty for everybody!" He sat up and waved toward a tall, slender figure, and said: "Girls, this is my bunk-mate, Sid Banton. He's a good boy. Sid, this one here is named Coralee, and the little one is Reina. I was going to call you in a minute. Honest!" He reached for the two girls, stroking them reassuringly, and said: "Sid's fifteen, but he's big for his age, and he's always horny."
"No kidding!" Reina got to her knees and held out her arms to the tall boy. "Are you horny now, Sid? Oh, he is!" she cried as the boy moved right up to her. "He's got the greatest hard-on, Corrie! Mmmm!" She pulled the rigid cock down and moved her head toward the boy so hard that she gagged herself, getting the entire length of him back into her straining throat, her nose buried in a dense bush of curly pubic hair.
"Hey, wait!" he said, and giggled like a schoolgirl, dropping to his knees beside the tiny girl. "Where's your tits? Oh, man, you're just like I like!"
Coralee and Burt could see plainly enough as the two young ones met, their faces going together, the sound of tongue sucking tongue a quiet, wet whisper of lust, and they saw the boy's hand go right to the base of Reina's belly, go nearly out of sight, and the girl, moaning in a high, happy key, took the young prick in her hand! They looked at Sid and Reina, looked at each other, and Burt whispered: "Look what decided to join the party, baby!" and laid his swelling cock along the young girl's face. "Suck it a little then we can go either way!"
In the softness of the blanketed hay, feeling sensitive and hot and welcoming in every part of her small body, Reina was all over Sid. Her tiny hand caressed his balls while her eager mouth took his hard young cock into the warmth of her lips, the clasp of her tongue, the strong closure of her throat. Her tiny, rounded ass, spread invitingly, so close to his face that he saw the split plainly, trembled as he pressed his fingers into the slickness and heat in that dark crevice.
He pulled her wet little bottom down to his mouth and gave her a suck that almost turned her inside out, holding her to him in spite of her bucking and screaming, until she spit his cock out, throwing her head and her long, dark hair from side to side in a frenzy.
When she had stopped moaning and coming, she turned her body and kissed him tenderly, licking her cunt-juice from his lips and chin and cheeks, playfully avoiding his tongue as he tried to thrust it into her mouth.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I love to get sucked, I love to have fingers shoved deep up in me." She kissed him on his eyes and cheeks and nose, rubbing her little body against him. "But I want to get fucked. I need to get fucked! Hey, listen-why did you say I'm what you like?"
He rolled her off and got over her, between her lovely little thighs which spread open, showing her hairless cunt.
His voice was husky. "I've got two sisters, nine and ten. And two cousins, the same age. I see 'em naked all the time, but they run when I try to feel their tits, and their little pussies! And I don't dare rape 'em, know what I mean?"
He bent down and kissed the hard nipples. "You're beautiful," he said solemnly. "Lookie--those nipples are as big as a grown woman's! Oh, Jesus!" He sucked again, first on one tit, then on the other, and was aware of the gentle swell of breast tissue under the strangely adult nipples, so dark and hard.
"And I can tell they feel good to you," he whispered, lying crouched with his face on her chest, his hands on the soft little mounds. "When I sucked them, you wiggled your ass!" .
"You'll suck them-up into big, big boobs," the sweet voice above him whispered. "You'll suck 'em while you fuck me, won't you, Sid? Is it all right for me to love you, Sid? Just for now?"
Her ass, her entire body, moved gently, writhed in her gentle warmth, and she said: "Let me take hold of your cock, Sid. Let me put it in, will you? I never have put a man's cock into me. Let me do it, please?"
The big kid raised his hips, choking with excitement and unbelieving pleasure. "I never knew a girl like you, Reina," he answered her, and groaned as her warm little hand grazed his straining cockhead. "I don't know if I can stand it, baby," he groaned. "I feel like I'll shoot it all over your belly the minute I touch you!"
All the woman that grows in little girls, part of it sooner, part of it later, came alive in the narrow, resilient body of the young Mexican. "No, you won't," she whispered. "You he back, on your back. There's no hurry! Think about something else. Anything else. Put your hands on my face; think of my face. I've got dark-brown eyes and black hair. My name's Reina Escorial-that's a Spanish name. I'm a Mexican, born in Citrus City. Mexican girls grow up early. Now, are you slowed down a little? Let me feel your darling prick. Oh, Sid, it's just beautiful! Would you rather I sucked it this first time? I'd love to have your jism shoot into my mouth!"
The tall boy laughed and arose, got on hands and knees, and looked at the dark little face lovingly.
"You're wonderful," he said softly. "I wish my sisters were more like you. I'm okay now. You want to put it in?"
He moved between her thighs and waited while she groped for the hard cock above her slit. Looking under him, he could see that she was using the fingers of one hand to spread her fat, smooth little cuntlips, and instinctively aiming his cock just into her pussy. The terrible, urgent itch in the head of his prick had subsided to a full, steady throbbing.
As the little girl's warm hand brought the taut head to the slickness of her vaginal entry, the boy, unable to curb his desire, made a wild thrust of his loins. He hit the tightness of a closing fist, slipped in an inch, and stopped, his eyes closed in pain.
"Oooh! Oooh!" the tiny girl shrilled. "I can't help it, Sid," she sobbed. "It hurt me! Don't stop-it'll go in!"
In the dark corner, Coralee laughed and said: "Stick with it, Sid; shell be okay!" And then there was no noise from her except her hard breathing and a thrashing among the blankets, until Reina and Sid heard her hoarse cry: "Fuck me, Burt! Do it! Do it! Ohhh! Oh, God!" Then there was a long, wordless cry, and they heard Burt's triumphant laugh, and the sound of two people kissing.
In the semi-dark, Reina reached up and took the young boy's face in both hands. "Lean down and kiss me," she invited. Her open mouth took in his tongue, and with that contact, he felt the tight ring at the mouth of her cunt relax, and his cock slid in easily. "See," she whispered, holding his head tightly against her cheeks. "All I needed was to relax!"
She moved her body up against his, laughing when she felt his cock so deep inside of her, deeper than anyone else had ever been. This was a big cock! She moved from side to side, and heard him draw in his breath.
"You like that?" she asked shyly. "It's not too tight, now, is it? I'm sorry I closed up like that."
Sid fucked in and out of her in long, easy strokes, more like a master cocksman than a fifteen-year-old boy. "You sure I didn't get a maidenhead?" he asked, keeping his voice low.
"No way," the gentle little voice scoffed. "Sid, are you too tall to get your mouth on my boobs?"
She was using her own hands to push the small, soft little mounds up, the startlingly big nipples standing up like dark bullets of creased flesh, when the boy arched his back and neck, cursing when his mouth only grazed the erectile flesh. The touch caused a ripple of muscle inside the little girl's cunt, and he leaped forward,, driving it into her until he hit something slick and hard.
At her yelp of pain, he stopped still, breathing hard, and the girl said: "It's all right-you just banged into the end of my pussy-you hit my cervix."
"Cervix?" the boy said quietly. "What's that?"
The hard slam had coiled a spring of cum-fever in Reina's slight body. Although she knew that Sid was not as big as Burt, he was bigger than any of the few boys who had sunk their cocks into her, and she felt that breathing was difficult because of his size. "I feel so good," she gasped. "So stuffed, so full of your cock! Oh, Sid, I'm so glad it's you. Fucking me, I mean. Oh, Sid, you're so big, so hard!"
Thinking and talking, she was finding, could be as hot, as big a part of sex as physical contact, and just the idea of this clean, hard young boy's cock down deep inside her, in the slippery dark of her cunt, made her want to cry and kiss and come. "Lift your body just a little," she whispered.
She had remembered something she wanted to try. When he was up off her, she threw her legs back as high as she could get them, clear up to where his arms were around her body. The position pushed her cunt forward, shortened the length of her vagina, and rubbed his cock very hard on her womb.
"Oh, Jesus, Reina!" the boy screamed. "It's coming! I'm coming! Oh, baby, fuck hard!"
She closed her eyes in the grip of fuck-fever that swept through her. The churning heat of a big come washed through her belly and seemed to flow out her cunt with Sid's cloudy white semen, seemed to be a wet fire rolling down her legs. Her tiny, sweet little ass clenched and unclenched, the cords in her neck stood out as she strained to throw her body at the boy above her, and her mouth voiced fragments of sound, choked from a flow of saliva which she could not swallow because her throat was clogged with an intensity of feeling that shook her all over. Best of all, in spite of her sex delirium, she could feel the slickness and heat of his sperm shooting inside her, the powerful throbs as his cock jerked out its flow:
They lay quietly, shocked by their own amazement at the fury that had been in them.
They had rolled near the other two, and Reina, first to recover, giggled as her out-flung arm touched the sticky, wilted cock that had just slipped out of her friend Corrie's young body.
She squeezed it gently, and giggled when Coralee said: "Take your finger out of my mouth!" and Burt laughed.
"It's my balls she's got in her mouth," he said.
Reina turned a happy face to the calm countenance. of young Sid. "I'm going to suck you," she announced, and he said "Groovy!" and hitched his groin near her face.
She had sucked him in, rejoicing in the saline richness of cum-juice slathered on his prick, when there was a noise at the door.
They heard Jud Kenny's voice, and Coralee jumped up and ran over to hold the slumping body of her sister. She said: "Angela!" in a quiet voice, and then, louder: "Angie! Are you all right?"
" 'M all right," the older girl mumbled, almost like a drunk. "Just fucked up a wall, thass all! Fucked up a wall!"
Corrie and Reina brought her over to the pile of soft blankets, and let her slip down. In a boneless way, she fell back, one knee doubled, the other leg straight out, her boobs looking big and swollen, with nipples still hard and long. On her white belly, her triangle of cunt hair was unexpectedly dark, still sopping wet from cum juices.
Burt said: "Good God! Look at those tits!" and picked one up, but Corrie struck at his hand and said: "You leave her alone! Can't you see she's been fucked silly?" .
Angle's eyes opened briefly, and she gave them a wet, slack-lipped smile, the gleam of saliva showing at the comer of her lips. "Fuck s'more," she said, her voice slurred. "Oh, Corrie, baby! It was so wonderful!"
She turned on her side, as graceful and desirable as any woman could ever be, the dark cleft of her ass, the risen arc of hip and rounded slope of thigh--pure beauty.
Burt was on his feet, holding his shirt. He had never taken off his boots.
"I'm sorry," he said stiffly. "Come on, Sid, let's go to bed!" He stalked to the door, and Corrie watched him go, suddenly feeling that she had had enough for one night. There was always tomorrow.
Sid was sitting up, leaning back on braced arms, and little "Reina's dark head was bobbing up and down above his lap.
Burt's voice was louder. "You coming, Sid?"
The boy laughed. "Not yet, Burt," he said. "It sure as hell feels good, but I'm not coming. Go on back to bed, old buddy. I've still got some fucking to do!"
He rolled Reina over on her back and got his face snugged down between her thighs, blowing on her opened cuntlips, on the gleaming lining where the inner labia writhed hot and slick. He sucked at her trembling flesh, feeling her mouth close tighter on his prick. It was so delicious, so delicately sensual that he began raising his hips and lowering them, fucking into her mouth, feeling it so warm and slobbery and wet, like a cunt so big that he could barely touch the sides.
He felt warmth beside him, and then behind him, and took a quick backward glance to see Coralee, her sweet face calm and happy, opening her mouth to lick his balls, to lick further, up to his asshole and on up the hairy cleft.
He stopped his body, feeling the inner quake of an orgasm building in his balls, and began to suck very hard on the rigid little button of sensitive flesh at the top of Reina's opened slit. The rich scent of her cunt was in his nostrils, the pressure of her sucking lips on his cock, and his chewing lips brought her tender little butt right up off the blanket.
He let his load go, not fucking wildly, just enjoying the play of her lips and tongue, feeling her swallow as his load of cum exploded in her mouth, and he hard Corrie groaning, watched her fall sideways, saw that almost all her delicate fingers were buried in her cunt.
There was a kind of frenzy in him, a desire to keep all this, to dig it all, in the old-fashioned sense of the word.
He turned himself and little Reina sideways, keeping his cock in her mouth, his lips holding her wet hole closed as he sucked gently.
He pulled at Corrie until she hunched her bare ass over to him, getting up on her elbows and knees so he could suck at her split, so wet and open.
And finally, he kissed Reina for a long time, tonguing her thoroughly, knowing that a part of the richness he tasted in her mouth had poured out of his own young balls.
He saw that the younger girls were nestled alongside the naked form of the girl he hadn't met, and covered them with the soft blankets. He walked out of the barn with his head high.
He was a man, by God!
CHAPTER FOUR
Saturday is the busiest day of the week at a rural riding stable, and work starts early. In the cool of dawn, Jud Kenny came into the darkness of the feed barn to kick a few bales of hay out of the loft.
The thud of the bales caused a stirring in the blankets in the corner, and he smiled at the innocent eroticism of the three juvenile bodies, twined together.
He was struck with the unusual combination of Reina's tiny body and the budding maturity of her thighs, her belly, and, especially, her cunt. He had considered her as being much younger than the two Hart girls. Now, down on his knees to peer closely, he changed his mind. There was enough hair on the fat little mound of her cunt, and enough short hairs straggling down the smooth cuntlips to prove she was on her way to maturity.
The three were stirring as their damply warm young bodies felt the chill morning air, and Reina, flopping over on her back, opened her thighs invitingly. Jud could not resist fingering her warm little slit, its lips stuck together with the drying flow of cunt-ooze, and he smiled as she pumped her smooth loins up at him in her sleep when he got a finger into the warmth of the tight little hole.
After they awakened, all three as unselfconscious as little animals in their nudity, he told them what to do.
A half-hour later, after the girls had finished a big breakfast in the dining room of the motel, Jud came in, had coffee, and went out to his station wagon. The kids came out and went through the motions of a conversation, none of them looking toward the stables, since they might be under observation. When they at last got in the car, Angela sat primly against the door on the passenger side, and was first to jump out when the wagon pulled up beside the trailer.
"You come along with me, Miss-was it Hart?" Jud said casually. "You other kids walk around and look things over."
The trailer looked different to Angie than it had last night-not so cozy, a little shabbier. At the small dining table on a built-in bench, there was a woman who looked about the same age as Angie's mother, who smiled at her and Jud.
"This is Angela Hart, Rhoda," the man said with no hint of guile. "Miss Hart, my wife, Rhoda. Miss Hart and a couple of her friends from Citrus City got cheated out of their reservations up in Apple , Tree, and slept in a used-car lot last night. Miss Hart says she knows horses, and is willing to work if we'll let her and the two young kids bunk in the tack room. We could use an extra hand, especially this weekend." He smiled at them both.
"Sure," the woman said, looking Angela over with unusual thoroughness. "You got any working clothes, dear? Like jeans, or slacks? If you tried working around here in that skirt, bending over and all, the rest of the help wouldn't do much work!"
"Yes, ma'am," the girl said. She felt very young under the woman's friendly scrutiny. She might be old, but she had once been beautiful, Angie thought, and corrected herself-she was beautiful right now! Those boobs! It was clear that she wore no bra, and didn't need one. And no fat on her-she was in remarkable shape.
The implication in the crack about Angie's skirt made the girl flush. This older lady wasn't afraid to mention sex. The girl somehow felt the kiss of warmer air around her bare bottom, which in some way suddenly felt exposed.
In a moment of confusion, she glanced at the bunk, and what she saw was deeply disconcerting.
There, where she and Jud had spent that glorious hour fucking, was a large damp spot, and Angela felt that she could almost see the prints of her bare ass, the depressions made by her heels and Jud's knees. Defensively, she swung her gaze back to Rhoda, and found understanding in the older woman's eyes.
"Miss Hart, is it?" the woman said. "Angela Hart, right? From Citrus City. Did you own a horse, or work around a stable, or do show-riding, or what?"
"All of it, ma'am," Angie answered, still flushed from the frightening knowledge of that damp spot on the bunk. "I've had a horse since I was little, and after I was twelve, Daddy thought I ought to work at the stable for my horse's board. And I worked a horse or two-three-gaited, mostly-at little shows around the county. Nothing important."
"Oh, then you really ought to be useful. It seems funny to put somebody to work without checking them out. But what the hell, it's only for a place to sleep-isn't that what Jud said?"
Just outside the trailer, Jud's voice arose, pleasant, casual. "That's right, Rhoda."
"So I won't have to bother you for a Social Security number, will I, Angela? It's okay for me to call you Angela, isn't it, dear?" A glance at the damp spot, another glance back to the girl. "You're like, uh, in the family, anyhow, aren't you?"
Angela almost choked on panic and tears. She did not-could not-feel a burden of guilt. What had been done had come naturally; she had been so hot, beggingly, crazily hot; she would have avidly fucked an orangutan last night. But neither could she feel defensive; certainly not angry.
Through the window, she could see Jud walking toward the feed barn, and she only wished that she, too, could flee, for she feared what might come next. To her surprise, the woman said: "Come here, child. Come around here and sit down."
In a daze, still not daring to look up, Angela edged around to the built-in seat that served the tiny dining area, and sat down, finding herself grateful, since her legs had gone weak and trembling. In a warm glow, she felt Rhoda Kenny's arm go around her, a very strong arm, pulling her close, so that the woman's hand closed on her firm tit. And her breast liked it, liked it so much that the nipple swelled and hardened immediately, and Angie knew that the brown circle of nubby flesh surrounding the nipple would be puffing, swelling, taken on a deeper color.
"Oh, Mrs. Kenny," she whispered, "please let us stay here!"
"Why not, baby?" the woman whispered, and squeezed hard and with a roving hand on the soft titty. Her voice was husky. "Are you crying? Don't be silly! I knew someone had stayed here the minute I looked at the pile of blankets in the tack room-I know every dime's worth of equipment we have. And I figured Jud collected rent the minute I saw that cum on the bunk. What the fuck! We've been married nearly twenty-five years-he's a good husband and a good man. But he was lucky to get someone so young and sweet!"
She stretched out her leg-Angela felt the change without knowing what it was for-and kicked the trailer door shut. Simultaneously, she tipped up Angela's face and smiled reassuringly at the tearful girl. Without saying anything, she bent her head, and chuckled as Angela's lips and teeth parted to take in her tongue. Kids nowadays--they were so much more open! The older woman sucked long and lovingly at the girl's tongue, enjoying the sweetness of her young mouth, the strong, ready play by which the two tongues communicated.
When she drew away, Angela's head seemed to fall naturally to the soft breasts of the woman who held her firmly but loosely, and Rhoda, her heart thumping, quickly opened two buttons on her satin blouse.
"They're beautiful!" she heard Angela whisper, and then, wonder of wonders, a soft hand shaped her full breast to a pouting, begging point, and Rhoda leaped with the sensation of having her tit sucked with a suction that seemed to bring blood through her skin and milk from her long-dry nipple. Convulsively, she pulled the girl's head against her, flattening her breast in the pain that creates such deep pleasure. As the girl sucked, so hard, so deeply, Rhoda felt warmth shoot through her belly to heat the hidden slit of her cunt, to bring the itch of blood racing to swell her inner lips, to make every part of her pussy glow with the creeping heat.
As naturally as if they were old lovers, she put her left hand down, under the brief skirt, into a hot little pudding of gloriously wet flesh surrounded by thick, hairy, soft lips. And Angela, her eyes closed, made a contented sound and inched her craving cunt over the groping fingers.
Rhoda broke the clench. Her own eyes were closed, her face strained with need, and she was breathing noisily. She got her breathing under control, opened her eyes, which seemed dazed, and smiled in a silly way at the shining slickness on her fingers.
While the flushed girl was looking, tears still on her cheeks, Rhoda put the fingers into her mouth, sucked them as she looked at Angela, and then reached to kiss the girl again.
"Baby, you're wonderful! Just wonderful!" The older woman's voice was low and trembling. "Where did you learn these things? You fuck men; I couldn't be wrong. I know it was you with Jud last night. Lucky old Jud! But you've got a streak of woman-love, too. More than a streak! A deep, lovely well!"
Angela smiled. "I guess I --we--like anything about sex. You remember when they had that craze for buttons, years ago?"
It was all of four years back, but Rhoda didn't smile; four years in a young girl's life was a long time. She nodded.
"Well, Corrie-that's my sister, Coralee, the blonde one-got this crazy button that said: 'If it feels good, I'll do it,' and we just took that for our motto. We couldn't get out with boys very much-our folks are so strict. But we sure found we could have a lot of fun with each other!" She laughed softly, her eyes on a pleasant piece of the past.
"But you did find boys? Both of you? Even little Corrie?"
"Well, sure. Of course, it's sort of a new thing to Corrie. After all, she's only twelve. But she does all right. She's a hot little kid!" It was obvious that Angela was proud of her young sister's heat.
"You're a hot little kid, yourself," Rhoda laughed, putting her left hand between Angie's legs again, fingering with delight the sweetness of the inner lips pressed against the seat. "I wish I didn't have these Goddamned jeans on; I'd love to have your hand on my cunt." She shook her head. "I'm out of my nut! This is Saturday. Okay, you get out there and work; I'll see you later!"
She held the girl's hand and smiled at her, a secret smile that said: I want you, you doll, and I know you want me!
Angie looked at the broad, clear patch of her vaginal flow on the green plastic seat and blushed, but Rhoda said: "Don't worry; if it weren't for the fact that it's cooled off, I'd lick it up, every drop. Where are your clothes?"
"In Mister Kenny's car."
"Well, if you kids are going to bunk in the tack room-although, if it were me, I think I'd choose the feed barn, if only for the hay-take your bags in there. Change in there, too-just latch the door and make it snappy. If you changed in here, I don't think I could stand it!"
The blonde woman laughed. "You really, truly know something about horses? Do you know how to make a five-gaited horse flat-foot? Can you saddle that bay gelding out there at the hitching rack? Did you ever get a green "ribbon for second place in jumping?"
Angela came back from the door and put her arms around her new friend. "I really know, Mrs. Kenny," she said. "You don't make a five-gaiter flat-foot-that's for a Tennessee walking horse. And that's not a bay gelding-that's aroan mare. And no, ma'am, I never got a green ribbon for being second at anything. I got several greens for being fifth. I'm not lying. I really can help around here; I really do know about horses."
"All right, Angela," the older woman laughed. "Forgive me for trying to trip you up. And please, don't call me Mrs. Kenny, hear? I'm Rhoda. Go on and get changed and find Jud-hell tell you what to do." She gave the young girl a pat on her ass and turned back to the table, picking up the phone.
"Yes," she said after dialing information, "I want a number in Citrus City. Name's Hart; I'm not sure of the first name, but they live in a good part of town."
Angela thought about what Rhoda had said and decided she would, after all, opt for the feed barn. As she dragged her bag out of the wagon, Coralee and Reina rushed at her, their faces anxious.
"Are we okay?" Corrie asked, and both the younger girls heaved sighs of relief at Angie's answer.
As soon as she had changed into jeans and a blue shirt, with heavy sandals on her feet and a piece of yellow wool yarn to hold her hair, Angie went into the tack room.
She had seen Jud out of the corner of her eye and knew he had seen her. He made no attempt to dodge his wife or her eye, and came directly into the dark cubicle, rich with the scent of leather and saddle soap, of animal and human sweat, of dank ; wool and pine.
In spite of her feeling of friendship and closeness to Rhoda, it was impossible for Angela to be anything but receptive to the masterful old man. The jeans, almost perfect armor for a girl who doesn't want to screw, were not even impediments-she was blindly opening the top of them, her eyes closed, her face turned up, when the lean, muscular arms went around her.
"I've had a hard-on for you ever since .I woke you up this morning," he whispered. "Here. Feel it!" He had it out, pressing into her naked belly, and she lowered her body a little, holding the hard bar of meat wrapped in its soft skin between her breasts.
The flame started in her cunt by Rhoda's kissing, by the richness of her breasts, by her probing fingers, had not subsided. Now, with the scent of Jud's crotch so strong in her nostrils, with the satiny heat of his cock forced between her tits, the young girl was picked up by a rage for sex, for any action, ho matter how far out.
Her sandals were lost at once, and the jeans slipped off as she blindly pulled and pushed toward a pile of blankets, her breath sounding like gasping moans, her cuntlips turned out by heat and desire and the itch that only a cock can cure.
"Hey, hold it, kid," Jud laughed. "Rhoda might-" But he allowed himself to be pulled down with the girl under him, and felt her jerk his shirt up so that she could feel his hard, hairy chest oil the tender insides of her thighs. x
He leaped as he felt her mouth close, slick and hot, on his cock, felt a tremendous suck, a pulling that seemed to get clear into his balls, and then her mouth came away and she laughed.
"Oh, boy, Mister Kenny," she said. "Last night I wanted this so bad! It feels so soft and hard.! Oh, I love it!" She shot her head down again, and he felt his cockhead grind softly into the back wall of her throat. An amazing little kid! Not too many women ever learned to suck a cock as well as this. He writhed in heat and pleasure, feeling his ass respond to the cool air as Angela forced his jeans down, and he felt new pleasure as she took his wrinkled scrotum in one hand, fondling his big balls tenderly.
There was a shift of her body, and he opened his mouth, ready with spit and hard tongue as her young cunt opened its red gash right under his nose. The opening her her vagina was making slight, convulsive movements, seeming to open and close like a baby's mouth seeking a tit to suck on. It was incredibly inviting, and Jud got both arms around Angela's loins, pressing her to him with a need he could hardly believe.
The sweetness from inside her body was pouring out in a slick and steady flow, and he gulped happily, feeling all of it-the cunt hair tickling his chin and cheeks, the thick and blood-warmed inner lips, their slick surfaces so tender and sensitive, the hint of tension in the rut of soft flesh where her girlish clit strained in blind desire for release.
The sucking on his cock was becoming almost more than he could stand, an overnight restoration in his balls putting nervous pressure on every inch of his system. To move his mind from the urge to shoot his sperm, he shot his hands under the warm, strong body and grasped those amazing tits which were, he knew, so delicately fired with sex power.
Just as she had last night, she went tense as his hands squeezed on the fullness and sensitivity of her breasts, the aureoles puffy and tender, the nipples hard and crammed with fire that tore through her belly and back to her flowing, twisting cunt. She shook her body from side to side, just for the sheer delight in rubbing flesh on flesh, nerve on nerve, and enjoyed each tiny contact inside her cheeks and throat, anticipating the hard flow, the heat of sperm jets, that would wash into her mouth and throat.
Her long hair, seeming to have a life of its own, hung between Jud's thighs, and she made a nest of it to wrap around his balls, reaching for this last symbolic action of giving herself to this older man, of using everything she owned to give him pleasure, to force a delight beyond description on and around him. Her sucking was less demanding, more tender, and she was fascinated by her skills in an art she scarcely knew.
She felt his mouth close over her cunt. It seemed to bum deep into her, and she thought she knew what was happening, that he was exerting a suction' on her hidden vagina as powerful as she had been putting on his cock. All her cunt walls were in a state of rich, warm heat, each little nerve end alive with joy, and it felt as if his suction had pulled those tight walls together, where sensitivity could rub on sensitivity.
Her belly was now flat on his chest, her thighs alongside his shoulders while his suction held her. Her buttocks were spread wide, her asshole feeling gloriously exposed, stretched. The pleasure along her flanks, in her tits, under her armpits, was so intense as to be painful.
There was a warmth all around them both, a warmth of sun on ancient pine boards, of human flesh joyfully sweating on a pile of horse blankets and straw, of inner heat so intense that it was trying to leak out of every straining pore to join the corresponding heat from the companion body.
In a queerly quiet moment, Jud felt the girl's cunt-juice trickle down his cheeks at the same time the space between his balls and his thighs was tickling from fresh sweat. And, at that moment, Angela moved in a frenzy that said she was coming.
In that stretched-out second when she felt the knot of heat and need burst in her guts, in her clitoris, in her cunt, she remembered that she had cried out "Daddy!" in the hysteria of her come last night. It was a hard, weird thought in her mind. And she knew it actually meant a hidden need for a father's mastery, whether expressed by a conquering prick, a hard, lascivious, incestuous fucking, or the power of love.
She could not cry "Daddy!" now; the big, virile cock was jerking into strangling size with each throb, and the jism was enough to drown her-so rich, so plentiful! She let it shoot into her throat, then fought the pull of gravity as she sucked it and licked it back over her taste buds, to swallow it at each momentary retreat of the cock.
It was as slick and rich and zesty as her dreams of life; it was a promise of strength in her belly, in her body, the same strength that made a man a man, that made his cock a king's scepter. She was losing only a drop or two that ran down the hairy base of his cock, into the sweat-rank bush of hair which still held the scent of her cunt-juice from last night. Now that the dried fluids were warmed and moistened by their loving struggles, she knew them for what they were, and their presence increased the massive, hard twists of orgasm that tore her body with tender savagery.
She had never known such completeness, so much feeling, such a draining intensity to bum and flow and expand in her cunt and all around it.
She wanted to collapse with her head between Jud's hard thighs, to doze with the powerful maleness of his scent all about her. But she held her head away to look for the escaping drops of his seed, and found them, miliary opaque globules of salty slickness, rich to feel and taste, and she heard the man under her sigh, felt him move, each time her tongue moved around his shining cock to pick up these droplets.
Her body felt almost boneless, so completely had it been drained of its hungers.
Now she thought of Rhoda, and yearned for the kisses, the warmth and understanding of the big-breasted woman.
She fell off on her back as Jud pushed at her, and he looked with amazement at her sweet young face, now calm again.
Angela's shirt was above her breasts, leaving them seeming more exposed than if she were totally naked. The powerful orgasm had left them swollen, the wide circles around the nipples puffed out like small, separate tits, the nipples dark and creased, with red highlights in their dark-brown glow.
"Baby, you're wonderful!" he said, rolling to kiss her sweet young pussy, so open, so red-streaked with tiny blood vessels recently burning in orgasmic wildness.
She smiled at the top of his graying head, pumping ever so gently as his lips moved lightly in her. She was, for the moment, tapped out, but the fire was still close to the surface. He sucked at the source, getting the last of her juices out.
"Kiss my mouth, Mister Kenny," she whispered. "Feel my tongue. Oh, Mister Kenny, I love it so! I love you so!"
He felt the tremor of soft, strong muscles in her inner thighs as he kept his face pressed into her warm cunt, and he knew that this girl would never again be as abandoned, as wanton as she was during this seeking, loving period of her life. Once they had really thrown themselves into sex as deep as they could, once they began to learn the craziness they inspired in men, they became calculating. Not deliberately; it was something to do with nature's plot to secure a continuation of new life.
"You take the Pill, baby?" he asked. And then he laughed. "That's a fool question," he said. "Forget it!"
He moved to kiss her mouth as she had asked, finding her beautiful young face dreamy and smiling.
"Can you taste your own cum?" she asked. "I can taste mine on your lips. It hasn't got as much flavor as yours." She pulled his face down to kiss again.
"My tongue loves your tongue," she whispered. "I'd like to' stick it right between your-between-well, do you know what I mean?" She giggled, drunk on sex.
"The cheeks of my ass," Jud answered, shivering slightly. This heat, this wonder, this giving-it was too much!
He shoved his hand roughly between her legs, down past her wet cunt, between her buttocks, and raised her body in the air as he pressed so hard against her asshole that it seemed to open. "Well have it all, baby," he promised.
CHAPTER FIVE
Once she got started on the work, Angie really shone. She was adept at saddling, equally skilled at slipping on a bridle, which frightens beginners because of the horses' teeth and their curiosity. She helped smaller, kids up and shortened or lengthened stirrups like an expert.
Rhoda, watching through the slitted windows of the trailer, murmured: "Jud hit a gold mine!" and smiled. "Maybe he hit one for me, too," she said softly.
Angela was making judicious use of Coralee and Reina, too; not giving them work beyond their ability, but using them as messengers, sending them to meet returning riders and seeing that they came up to the hitch rack in single file.
Burt Rasco, over his indignation when he had been refused a crack at the older girl, stopped to commend her, once or twice to help her, and he realized she, did not even recall anything that had happened in the feed barn.
"She didn't even know it when I stayed there fucking that little-bitty Mexican," Sid told him. "She was out of it! Old Jud must have given her his hundred-dollar special! But, man, ain't she a pretty thing?"
Burt managed to rub against Angela more than once as they worked to cinch girth's and adjust stirrups. To Burt's mounting interest, Angie smiled at each contact, pressing against him as often as he pressed against her. And finally,. when he had a hard-on that could no longer be ignored, she bent down, ostensibly to pull a burr off the horse's fetlock, and managed to rub against the hidden prick twice, going down and rising up.
"She's a hot potato," Burt told Sid as they sat down for a brief break as Jud took another group out on the trail that wound up through avocado trees, between two rail fences, and over into Green Valley. "No wonder that kid sister is hot-it must run in the family. Whoo-ee! That Corrie like to killed me last night! If it hadn't been for that sister coming back when she did, Corrie would have had my cock hard-it would have been like three times in an hour."
"That little Reina's hard to beat," Sid said with relish. "She's got a pussy like a mouse's ear. So soft, so little! Goddamn, she's so tight I bent my cock trying to get it in her!"
"She looks like a baby. Nine, maybe ten. I never heard of but one little kid that was hot like that-one that really liked to fuck, and could come. You reckon she's some kind of a midget or something?"
"Hell, no," Sid laughed. "She's just a real young kid, that's all. But she's like a little-bitty woman, too. Her legs look as good as Rhoda's, only smaller. You know what I mean? The way they get big just above her knees. And her cunt's so fat and juicy, just like a grown woman's."
Burt nudged the boy. "Come on, rabbit," he joshed. "How many grown women you ever fucked?"
Sid grinned and rubbed a hand on the bulge that had begun to grow in his jeans. "Enough," he said. "First woman I ever slipped it to was as old as my mother. Nearly as old. Lived next door. Man, did she have a lot of hair on her cunt!" He shook his head. "That little Mexican hasn't got hardly any hair, but she sure can do it all!"
"She's jail bait," Burt said gloomily.
"Shit, they're all jail bait," the kid said. "But they'll get you and they won't get me! I'm a juvenile, too!" He rocked with his laughter, and Burt gave him a good-natured punch on the arm.
"Jail or no jail," Burt said thickly, "I sure would like to get my cock into that little girl! I mean it, Sid! I've never fucked anybody that young! Even when I was a kid I didn't. The youngest chickie I ever had it in was twelve."
Sid got up and looked down at the hard-on straining to get out. "Fuck her if you can," he said. "One minute you've got hot huts for that big one, the next minute, you're in heat for that little Mexican baby. Me, I'll take 'em all!" He guffawed and walked over to the door.
He saw Angela sitting on an old rocker in the shade of one of the big oak trees that grew around the place. She was sweating, leaning back with her eyes closed. Under her thin shirt, the rolling, warm beauty of her tits was enough to drive any healthy man bananas, Sid noted.
He saw Rhoda come to the door of the trailer and look all around, and held his position, not anxious to draw attention to himself by any sudden move; Rhoda had a way of finding chores for him to do every time he took a breather.
He was far enough away so that he barely heard her voice, but it must have been directed at Angela, for the young blonde got up, stretched, and disappeared into the trailer. He watched her climb the three steps, and his young mind registered the classic perfection of the girl's ass, its rounded globes and its deep cleft shown so precisely by the stretch jeans.
He strolled on out and looked up the trail.
Coralee was lying in the shade of an ancient, twisted avocado tree. Reina was nowhere to be seen. His interest picked up and he walked swiftly to the feed barn. Maybe the kid was taking a nap.
Angela, beginning to feel the need for some food, beginning to sense tiredness in her legs and feet, stood still, looking at Rhoda, who stared back at her gravely.
"What's the matter, Mrs. Kenny-Rhoda, I mean?" the girl asked. "Have I done something wrong?"
Rhoda smiled. "Why don't you tell me?" she asked. "I know that part of your story is on the level-you probably are Angela Hart, and you do live in Citrus City. And you have a sister, Coralee. But I can't locate your folks. What is this, anyhow? You kids are running away from home, right?"
Angela's heart was beating faster. Thank God, Rhoda had no idea of how to reach the elder Harts, and she had not yet guessed at the simplest way to find out a great deal more.
"Our folks are on a trip," she said evenly. "Because I'm older, and because they trust me, my folks and Reina's let me bring them down here to have fun during Easter vacation."
"You showed Jud an ID that says you're nineteen. How old are you, really? Don't lie to me, Angie. How old are you-sixteen? Seventeen?" .
"Well, seventeen," Angie said, willing to settle for that figure, so much more acceptable than thirteen plus. "How did you know? Most people take me for nineteen."
"Your hands. Look at them! They're smooth all over, the skin is soft and pink. A girl of nineteen begins to show tendons, the knuckles show their wrinkles. Unless," and the older woman laughed, "she's a fat girl!"
Angie, relieved and pleased to be taken for seventeen, also laughed, and went around and sat down by Rhoda, taking the woman's hand, squeezing it, looking up at her.
"Why did you try to find out about me-about us?" the girl asked. She rubbed her cheek against Rhoda's.
"Because I don't want some Citrus City law coming down here and making trouble for us," she said shortly. "And quit flirting with me. You know my guts are twisted from wanting to eat you; you know that!" Tears formed in her eyes.
"Oh, Rhoda!" Angie cried, genuinely contrite. "I'm so sorry! We won't get you in trouble! Honest! Nobody's after us! I promise! Please, please-don't cry!" '
She was crying herself, and her soft young mouth was rich with tears and saliva as Rhoda kissed her, and the fire which started smoldering that morning grew into a heat wave.
"All right, baby, all right," Rhoda said. "We've got troubles, Jud and I. Every time the least thing comes up, I get a cold feeling inside me. A feeling of disaster."
Angela, out of love and lust, had opened Rhoda's blouse again, fascinated by the silken weight and firmness of the older woman's ripe breasts. Barely hearing Rhoda's last words above her own heartbeat, she gently placed her mouth over the nipple, over as much of the broad aureole as she could manage, and sucked, hanging on as Rhoda twisted in the grip of a surge of passion.
"Oh, God!" the woman cried. "That's heaven! How did you learn to suck like that? It kills me, it's so good!"
Angie was delighted. "I was doing some baby-sitting a while back," she said. "Did you ever have a baby? No? Well, I got curious to see how it felt to have a baby trying to get milk out of you, know what I mean? I was about to get my period, and my boobs were all swelled up, the way they get. Wow!" She shook her head in reminiscence. "Anyhow, I kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and getting hotter and hotter. A few boys had kissed my tits; not many, and they didn't know what they were doing, but the idea was great. I liked it."
. She raised and shifted her butt. "I'm leaking, just thinking of it," she giggled, then went on.
"So I pulled up my blouse, and that little kid-he was about six months, I guess-went to my nipple just like I was his mama. And I thought he'd suck me under. Half my boob went down his throat, it looked like, and I went up in the air a foot. I put my fingers in his mouth later, just to see if he really did suck that hard, and it's unbelievable, the suction they put on you. So -that's what I do when Reina and Corrie and I are having a little fun!"
She buried her flushed face in the softness of Rhoda's exposed tits, and looked up. "What kind of trouble are you and Jud having? I heard what you said, but I was thinking of something else."
"Oh, it's money-what else?" the woman said. "Jud got overly optimistic two years ago-well, it - was me, too-and he had a chance to buy a whole bunch of new stock-about twenty head-and a couple more acres of land. So this guy-his name is Max Felton-offered Jud a loan. Oh, Goddamn it, why didn't we go to a bank?"
"This guy's being tough?" the girl wanted to know.
"He got two or three shit-ass clauses into the mortgage," Rhoda said. "One's about maintaining a 'high moral tone!' Can you imagine that-a high moral tone? And how do we know what that means? Felton says he's the sole judge of it. The trouble is, he wants this land. It's worth a bundle. Jud and I bought it long ago, when everything was dirt cheap." "
"Why don't you sell off a little of it and pay the guy?"
"We can't," Rhoda said bitterly. "That's in the damned contract, too. I'm sorry, baby," she said, "carrying on this way. But all I need is for some juvenile to get in a jam here, and we'd be right up the well-known creek without a paddle."
"If you get into trouble, it won't be from me or the two kids," Angie said earnestly. "I never have seen any place or met any people I liked as well as right here! I'll tell you this. We're not really supposed to be away from home, but we're not runaways, not the kind that are on any police list. I'll go get Coralee and Reina, and well go to lunch and talk, and I'll tell them to be careful."
She moved out into the glare of noon, and Rhoda, drained after the strange session, sat with her eyes closed, leaning back in the padded seat.
From the loft of the feed barn, through a crack in the wide boards, Reina, her jeans down around her ankles, with her panties making a white rosette on the blue base, grinned as she saw Angela and Corrie going quietly about, into the tack room and out, into the stables. Behind her, Sid Banton was crouched with his face pressed against her warm, firm ass, gleefully blowing his breath into the cleft that shielded her girlish little cunt, her ticklish asshole.
He, too, was stripped, and his cock had risen, hard and fierce-looking, as he ran his hands up, under her arms, over her tiny breasts.
"I think they're giving up," the little girl giggled. "I know they don't want to holler for me. They think they may get somebody in trouble. Guess they're going to eat. Geez, I hope they bring me something! I'm starved!"
"Lift up your feet, Reina, and let me get these pants the rest of the way off," the boy said. "Suck on this." He pulled her head down near his bobbing cock. "There's a load in there big enough to fill your belly!"
The diminutive nymph dropped to her knees and began to run the loose skin up and down on the hard roll of muscle. Her eyes were shining. "You mean that all that stuff last night didn't waste you?" she asked with open admiration. "I thought a man could only come a couple of times, and then he'd have to rest up!" She bent and sucked at his prick, then looked up in delight. "Oooh, it tastes so wonderful!" she whispered. "But I don't want you to come too quick. I want a big, big, hard fuck. Oooh, Sid! I want you to slam it into me hard!"
"Girl, you got such a tight pussy, I'll have to work it in easy, or I'll tear the skin off it!" Sid rolled her down on the blanket. "Let's kiss and play-you'll get juicy, maybe open up a little. You know," he confided, "I felt kind of bad last night, all those things I did to you, and you just a kid!"
Reina eyed him with laughter in her eyes. Obviously, he thought her much younger than Coralee. And also, obviously, the idea appealed to him. She knew it did to Jud; she hoped it did to Burt Rasco. What a score, to fuck them all! She pulled Sid's face down and kissed him, searching his mouth with a quick, active tongue.
"Never mind my age, Sid," she whispered. "Just fuck me! I needed it and wanted it last night-if you hadn't fucked me, I'd have scratched your eyes out." She ran a hand down past his hard prick and felt his balls lovingly. "I need to get it now, Sid," she whispered, "and tonight, and tomorrow, and all of my tomorrows!" she finished eloquently. The boy laughed happily. The sense of manhood in him, in his cock, swelled mightily. "I hear there's a few days out of the month when you chickies are out of action," he teased, and Reina shook him.
"I'm hotter then than any other time," she whispered. "Stick your finger in me, Sid! Feel how slick I am! Shove it in!" She kissed him furiously, all over his mouth and nose and cheeks, her slobbering mouth gurgling with heat and joy. "Give me your cock!" she cried, her body twisting with need. "Let me just hold it in my mouth-I can come! Ohhh! I think-push, Sid, push, dear! Hard! Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm coming!"
Her small body lashed in wild gyrations as she felt the boy's fingers go deep into her. If it were only his prick! And the thought built the orgasm higher as she sucked wildly on the boy's tongue, rejoicing in the male smell of him, his heat, his hard cock raking her tit as he bent above .her.
"Oh, baby," she whispered, her eyes large and bright with release and joy, holding Sid around the neck with one hand, feeling below for his cock with the other. "I didn't know I was going to come like that. Get between my legs-let me see if it won't go in. I don't want to hurt you, darling!"
She moved her hips from side to side, spreading her thighs as wide as they would go, enjoying the strain she was putting on her hip joints, on the big tendons that ran up the insides of her thighs, right to the opened slit, gleaming so red with the shine of her cunt juices.
"You like to twisted my finger off," Sid grinned. "Baby, you got a real talent there!"
Reina gurgled happily, then closed her eyes in concentration as she pulled the boy's cock to her, moving her cunt up to meet it, hardly able to bear the sweet friction as she wiped the soft head up and down in her streaming gash, getting her hand wet in her own rills of cum-juice.
"Now!" she screamed as the head and an inch or two of the hard column sent the lovely pain of cunt-stretch boiling into her loins. "Now! Shove it to me! Shove it! Shove! Ohh, Jesus! Ohhh!"
She did not need to say she was coming again; her legs wrapped around the boy's, and she hurled her soft, hot body against his in a quick burst, so hard that he, on the verge of shooting his load, was so startled that he forgot the imminence of his climax. Instead, feeling the master of himself, he arched his neck and bit into one of her tits, sucking all of it into his mouth, deliberately raking his teeth hard against her flesh, thrilled by the ragged screaming that issued from the tiny girl's mouth.
They were both surprised to find that all his prick was in her, clear to its thick, hairy base, and Reina, opening her eyes to stare dazedly into Sid's face, kept moaning: "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" as she pressed her "flowing pussy tightly to the boy above her, moving it very gently to enjoy the sensitivity in her clitoris, in the sloppy and loving inner lips, in the sharply pleased tightness at her cuntal opening.
"I can't believe it," she whispered over and over. "To be fucked, to come and come and come and come. Oh, Sid!" She hugged his head. "When you bit my titty, it shot right down to my pussy. I felt fire run out! I did! Really!"
"You felt a quart of cum-juice squirt out!" the boy laughed. "Baby, you really come when you come! And you're still so tight that my cock squeaks when I push it in and pull it out!"
Reina clung to him, tears of joy on her cheeks. "Let me make you come, Sid," she begged. "Oh, it feels so good in me! So big!, Oh, I felt something! What happened? Did I move inside, or did you? There it goes again!" She pumped against him. "I'm sorry, honey," she whispered. "I can't make you come without me coming, too."
Sid felt more like a man -than ever. "Is that bad?" he asked, kissing her tears, his thumbs pressing hard on her big, expanded nipples. "Come all"you want, Reina. There, sugar! And there!'' He pounded into her, feeling the gripping crawl of young cunt muscles just aroused to life.
The girl's cries were loud in his ears, the action of her small, perfect body a frantic effort to throw him high in the air, the grip of her legs all a part of his delight. She came harder and longer and louder than before, her orgasm so complete, so blindingly perfect, that the heat in her cunt seemed to crawl all through her body, melting her, making each muscle a loose, limp part that ached with pleasure.
In her slack, joy-drenched cunt, lying so still and loose, she felt Sid's cock begin to expand, felt it grow to what seemed enormous size, to higher heat, and then, like a tremendous pump inside her, it expelled a hot wash of semen, forcing her vaginal walls apart, and again it came, the rise of the cock, its trembling stop, the powerful jet of cum.
Some magic had touched the young boy, too. He did not plow into her, or move, or dig with his cock. He was pressed against the back of her vagina, his swollen glans tight against the hard slickness of her womb's mouth. The deep thrill of shooting his load, of having his cock expel those long strings of sperm into the loving depths of the small girl's pussy, was a joy so deep that it needed nothing except the consciousness of joy arid cunt-squeeze.
He became aware of soft whispering. "I felt it all, Sid," the petite child said against his throat. "Your hands! Oh, they feel so great!" Her body moved; it was as if her breasts were reaching out to him, and he resumed his kneading and pressing on the soft little puffs of tissue.
"Ill suck all of that out of you, baby," he said, grinning down at her, but she cried: "No! No!" and locked her heels over his lean butt.
"Lie here until it absorbs into me!" she demanded. "Then you can suck me. Hey, Sid, remember what you said a while ago about me being out of action for a few days every month? If you think I'm such a young kid, what makes you think I have periods? Huh?"
He kissed her, laughing. "Some girls come around early," he said. "I figure you're one of them.
"You better believe it," she said seriously. "But hey, if we're together, and that happens, you can screw me in the ass. Will you, Sid?" She seemed excited. "Would you like that?"
"Anywhere you've got a hole, Reina," the boy said, "I'd like!"
CHAPTER SIX
"I'm glad we hung these blankets out to air," Angela told the two younger girls. "They were smelling kind of funky from all that fucking and sucking last night. Whew! I'm bushed! That was a full day's work, today!"
Coralee hugged her big sister. "You're so big and brave, Angie," the younger blonde said. "And old Jud is nice, fronting for us the way he did."
"He's nice, all right," Angela laughed. "He's hot to trot, so hot you wouldn't believe it!"
They were drowsy with food after a big meal at the motel across the way, and beginning to feel drugged from the sun, the long hours of work, and reaction to their having found a haven of sorts. The soft blankets, redolent of sunshine and clean air, made a bed as good as they could have asked. Like an ancient picture of innocence, the three of them sat cross-legged, naked, at home with each other. Each knew the others' capability for the lusting fun their bodies could contrive. None felt above the others.
"Angie, your cunt's just beautiful," little Reina sighed. "All that lovely, curly hair. I'll be so glad when mine comes in. But it's kind of fun to be this way," she giggled. "Old Sid's really convinced that I'm ten years old."
"Is he scared they'll get him for fucking a minor?" Angie asked, her face bright with laughter.
"Not him," the tiny girl said. "I asked him that, and he said, 'Shit! I'm a minor, too! Maybe they'll arrest you!' He's something else!"
"You think he really will fuck you in the ass, Reina?" Coralee sounded a bit breathless. "Wow! When we're fooling around and one of you sticks a finger up me, it's a gas! What would a big, stiff cock be like? Would it kill me?"
"Ho-ho!" Angela said. "You ever look in the can after a big shit? Of course you have! Your ass stretched to let those big turds out. I'm sure they're as big as the average cock. All I'm waiting for is for some guy to ask me. Or better yet, to flop me on my belly and take it away from me! Wow!"
She hunched her softly muscled ass on the blanket, and Corrie said in a husky voice: "I'm getting too hot talking like this!"
She reached for her handbag and brought out a plastic bottle with a soft, rounded pinch-off cap. She measured it with her hands-about seven inches long, about an inch in diameter at the head, swelling to twice that size. Without more ado, she let a gob of saliva flow onto the head of the bottle, leaned back, and began to pump the improvised dildo slowly in and out of her girlish cunt.
"What the hell!" cried Angie. "That's Mama's foot lotion! Where'd you get it?"
With her eyes closed and her face smiling, Corrie replied: "Out of Mama's bag yesterday. I thought it might be nice to have."
"Here, let me hold it," Angie whispered. "Let me fuck you with it and talk to you at the same time! Last night, Mister Kenny did that to me-talked to me!" Her body moved involuntarily, her cunt burned by a sharp itch at the memory of the tough old stud whispering fuck-talk in her ears. She giggled, just the least bit hysterically.
"Come over here, Reina, baby," she said huskily. "I've got to sit up to do this to my baby sister. Lie down by me and I'll stuff a finger into you, and you can play with me. Okay? Maybe we'll all shoot it together!"
She worked the plastic bottle in and out of Corrie's hot little pink pussy, twisting it when her sister's tightness stopped the bottle from going in any further. And she began to talk. "I'm a big, strong man. I'm Mister Kenny and Burt Rasco and Reina's uncle in Guadalajara! I've got my big, hard cock way deep in your lovely, hot cunt-deep in, deep in!" She gave the bottle an extra hard shove each time she said "Deep in!" Her body began to move with the heat inside her, trying to catch the finger Reina was using to tickle her clit.
"You're shooting juice out all over my balls," she whispered. "Your cunt's fat and slick and hot and gooey! There's a big load of jism in my balls and I'm going to shoot it right up you, right up your pussy! Ohhh! Oh, Jesus!"
She was jamming the bottle into her sister's cunt in a blind and savage burst of lust, and Reina, making animal noises, was crushing her down to the blanket, trying to get her legs around Angela's head. The pinkness of her opened pussy was visible "in the light of the electric lantern Jud had given them, and Angela strained toward it, trying to get a -mouthful of all that wet and swollen sweetness.
They were all laughing and crying as they began to get untangled. Corrie regarded the plastic bottle with exaggerated fear. "This thing got out of control! It was raping me! "she said.
"I got so hot," Angie said. "Gee, honey, I hope I didn't hurt you!"
Corrie hugged her and kissed her, pressing her aching boobs, feeling of the nipples. "When you come, Angie," the younger girl asked, "do you feel it here? In your boobs, I mean? They always seem. bigger, and the nipples get so hard!"
Angie hugged her, hard, still hot and aroused from the quick girl-fuck, the memory of the hard old man last night, and the more recent memory of their sixty-nine in the tack room. The older girl's hands went deep between Corrie's asscheeks, fingers slipping and caressing in the juices that were so warm and sticky and sweet.
In the middle of their embrace, she felt her sister become limp and realized she had fallen asleep-. While Angie was arranging Corrie's legs and turning her on her side, the small brown girl smiling sleepily, crowded in next to Coralee, and the two of them snuggled together, sound asleep in seconds.
Angela shook her head, amused but exasperated. "I'm the one who should be sleepy," she murmured. "But I'm charged up."
She pulled her knit shirt over her head, liking the feel of it as it stretched and brushed its way across her tits, and stepped into the miniskirt. She went out into the soft dust, still warm from an unusually hot spring day, enjoying the feel of it on her bare feet, and stared around, her eyes quickly adapting to the dark. There was a light on in the bunkhouse, and she went softly to look in the window and saw only Sid, lying on top of the blankets in his bunk, looking at a skin book.
She knew that Jud had driven down to Santa Vaca, having an appointment with an attorney, and her young female loins suddenly ached for the feel of a grown woman against her body.
She knew there was a break in the fence which separated the red house from the stable area, and she went to it, hugging her breasts in the dark as a slight chill blew up from the little creek a quarter-mile south.
She did not call out for Rhoda, but looked carefully into each room, not vastly disappointed at finding no one in the house. Her inner warmth was more a matter of natural desire, of normal heat, than a snarling, raging need. There was a comfortable feeling in the house, and Angela felt keenly that this sense of Welcome was something to treasure.
In a large bedroom, she saw a number of photographs, in frames, of a slender but voluptuous blonde girl, shown with yellowed clippings from a newspaper. The datelines were 1948, twenty-five years before, and the girl was, beyond a doubt, Rhoda Kenny. She had been Rhoda Schaefer then, but a smaller clipping announced her marriage to Judson Raiford Kenny, just graduated from Stanford.
The two were older than her father and mother, and Angle drew a fiercely happy breath. An old man like that, forty-six years old, able to fuck like Jud, better than any boy. Wow!
And Rhoda, how beautiful she had been-elect-- ed -'Miss Poinsettia" 'tor that far-off year. Seventeen years old, the old clippings said. That made her forty-two, now. Or forty-one. And Jud had been twenty-one. It made the future somehow richer and more promising, the fact that people that age could still be so beautiful: And so deep in sex.
And Rhoda! How marvelous that she was still into sex, still hot. Quick tears of empathy, of love, stung Angie's eyes.
In the clear, cool night, softened by a big moon, she heard a ripple of laughter, a few words she could not understand, and then a scream. It came from the back yard, and-Angela went swiftly and quietly out to stand behind a long, rambling outbuilding from which a dim light was showing in a bank of windows. A soft, warm light, and she saw it was from a dozen candles, mounted around a large, low couch.
Oddly enough, it was not Burt Rasco's prick which the girl noticed first, although it was hard to ignore, being hard, erect, and shining with its own distending blood and the slick juice from a woman's pussy, where it had obviously been.
Rather, it was the body of the woman, and Angela silently drew in a breath in tribute to Rhoda's beauty. And it was the woman's lower body that her eyes focused on. The belly, from the navel down to the open, glistening cunt; the lovely swell of hips and generous roundness of buttocks, the inner thighs, opened comfortably and hospitably. But actually, Rhoda was a real beauty, all over.
Her voice was quiet, happy, clear. "You're not keeping score, are you, Burt?" she asked. "Oh, I love the way you fuck! On and on and on!" She looked up. at the standing man with deep friendship in her face and body, and her hand gently drew the big prick to her mouth, where she ran her tongue around its gleaming head in sensuous art.
"You hollered loud enough to wake the horses," Burt joked, moving slightly to keep his hard prick active in her hand. "I. must have really released something new in you."
Rhoda pulled at him so that he knelt on the big couch, then rolled down beside her. He kissed her boobs, so swollen with life and lust, and she pressed one of them into his mouth, which closed on it.
"I've been hot all day," Rhoda whispered. "It's that young kid, Angela. Isn't she something? Her pussy is the wettest, slickest, the sweetest-tasting I've seen in twenty-five years!" The woman laughed. "I guess old Jud got into her night before last."
Watching the wantonness of the pair, so free and easy, so steeped in lust that they made every slight movement seem like part of an orgasmic ballet, Angela shivered. She had found a canvas chair-which held her ass tightly, like a hammock, pressing her buttocks, her thighs, her cuntlips all together in a constriction of heat. She knew that inner feeling of fullness, part of it coming from the swell of her pussy as blood crowded, fiery hot, into her labia, her clitoris, the dark depths of her belly. And part came from an overflow of cunt-juice, which, having no place to go with her cunt clasped tight, grew and expanded like flood waters.
As she heard her name, and thought blindingly of the way her pussy had felt as Rhoda fingered it, and she had sucked at the woman's mature breasts, she closed her eyes and groaningly forced one hand between her thighs, loving the feel of her cunt hair scraping on her fingers, and slowly, carefully worked deep into the slickness and soft heat of her slit.
When she opened her eyes, holding her breath to keep from coming at first touch, and reveling in the feel of two fingers getting ever deeper and deeper into the slowly moving well of her cunt, Rhoda was on her knees and elbows, her head on the bedspread, a look of amused joy on the face she turned toward Angela's viewpoint.
And Burt, grinning, was holding the marvelous, shining pussy open wide, his face a few inches away, and the highlights, on his lips and cheeks showed that he had had his face deep in those hot and. fragrant folds. He ran his tongue out, licking around lips and chin, and said: "Rhoda, your cunt's a banquet! It's like a pudding! I could drown in it!"
"Suck it, baby!" Rhoda's voice was pleased. "Fuck it! But don't drown in it!" She waggled her beautiful ass invitingly. "Suck everything out of me that you can, honey. And then move down and take my little man-in-the-boat! Nobody does that like you do!"
In the weeping folds of her own wet pussy, Angela felt a sharp contraction, an increase in the flow from her sheath. "Oh, God!" she whispered. "Oh, God!" Her mind registered the burning lasciviousness of the sight before her, the cunt-smeared, grinning face plunging again and again into Rhoda's spasming cunt, and with it her recent memory of Jud Kenny's cock, on her breasts, in her wrenching cunt, in her sucking mouth. In these rampaging pictures of love and lust she saw the big cock that stood up so hard and red from Rasco's groin, the very size of it seeming a threat that turned her bones to water, and the water to cum, which poured out, warm and slick, over her fingers, into her palm, and spread through the close warmth of flesh beneath her.
"Oh, Burt! Ohh! I'm coming!" the girl heard Rhoda cry, and then there was a long, wordless scream, full of pain and delight and completion, and Angela saw, through. eyes glazed with cunt-fever, that the powerful hired man was holding Rhoda around her thighs and under her belly, while the woman's body thrashed wildly, gradually subsiding into limpness. At last he released her to fall in a naked, glowing heap on the couch, while the sated woman, her face set in a happy smile, crooned happily.
Angie's own orgasm, concentrated and pulled into a tightly burning focus by the way she was sitting, burned slowly as it abated, and she drew her hand out slowly, regarding the huge load that dripped from her fingers in a hazy sort of awe and love. "My God, Angie," she whispered incredulously, "you must have come a quart!"
She started to rise, and remembered the great, hard cock. Surely, neither Burt nor Rhoda could resist its needs. She was right, but Rhoda apparently was too spent to do much more than act as a receptacle for the hard instrument.
Still smiling, her eyes closed, the blonde woman let Rasco handle her like a rag doll as he slipped a pillow under her hip as she lay on her side, her closed ass to him. Her breasts moved languidly of their own weight as he moved her, and Angie gasped as he lifted one of her legs to his shoulder, holding the hair-fringed fullness of her cunt open wide.
The broad head of his cock, looking shiny and purple in the candle light, slipped easily into the pink hole, but its size was so great that it drew half the outer parts of her cunt inside as he rammed it part way in.
There was a keening yell from Rhoda, and the limp body straightened to plaster her cunt, her thighs, her ass against the root of Rasco's body.
He gripped her with his big hands, pulling her on like a glove, and bucked into her fiercely, three or four hard, driving surges which sent all of his long prick clear out of sight until his pubic hair was picking up the wetness that gushed from Rhoda's cunt.
Angela's body was working in the same rhythm, the good feeling deep in her pussy almost blinding her as she dug in deeper, harder, grinding her knuckles against the gooey, soft mush of sopping cuntlips, where every nerve end seemed to be avidly kissing the flesh it touched.
She began, although she felt not ready for it, to roll a warm, softly complete orgasm through her belly, so that it seemed to flow out with her sticky cum-goo to blow like hot air against her thumb. She did not writhe or close her eyes-just let the feeling grow and rush out, and grow again until it was too big for her to keep inside, so that it gushed out again.
She sat straight up, letting the richness of the experience have her and mold her, and watched as the pair on the couch went into a climax that sent Rhoda crashing upright, so that her lover fell off, his cock spouting in the air.
He rolled and squirmed against her ass, trying to get it in again, but all he could do was force it between her thighs, wet and slick from all the fucking, and jammed it through so that the head of it was in sight. It was throbbing out long, milk-white loops of sperm, shooting up across Rhoda's belly, dripping over her big breasts, reaching to her face and hair, slowly rolling down her neck. Some of it touched her mouth, and she lazily picked it up with her tongue, smiling, half-asleep.
When it was all over, and Rhoda and Burt sat up, laughing, she stroked his drooping prick and said: "That was wonderful. You know how much I love it, Burt!"
And the young man, admiring her openly, said: "You're a great woman, Rhoda. A hot woman who admits to herself that she loves to fuck. Not many do!"
"If things work out," she said, smiling, "old Jud might bring a hard-on home from Santa Vaca. Won't that be nice? If he didn't fuck that cute little Angie again today. Not that I blame him--a cute, hot little seventeen-year-old!"
Burt had gotten into his jeans and was pulling on his boots. He paused, looking at Rhoda. "She's not seventeen," he said. "She's thirteen. Thirteen and a half. Her sister told me. Rhoda! What's the trouble?"
The woman had let out a brief moan, and her eyes were fixed.
"Rhoda, what is it? Are you scared that Jud's in trouble?"
She looked up at Burt blindly,. "Hell, no!" she said. "Thirteen! Thirteen! Good God above us! I'm so hungry for her cunt I could scream!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sid was asleep when Burt let himself into the bunkhouse, looking very young as he lay on top of the covers, and Burt gently eased the kid over, getting the blankets over him. He grinned at the young boy's hard-on, and wondered which of the three girls he was thinking of in his sleep.
"All of them, if he's like me," the big man said under his breath. "But that little Mexican! Wow-ee! Wonder if I could get this big cock into that little old baby twat?" He felt a stir of life in his tired prick and laughed at himself. If he wasn't fucked out, he was close to it. That Rhoda! What a wonderful person! Ready to fuck any time, and never a word or a look between fucks to make you feel obligated. Undemanding. With her, a fuck was a trade-even deal.
Across the dusty lot, in the feed barn, the owner of the little brown pussy almost woke up as Angie pulled the blankets open and snuggled in. The warmth of girl-bodies made Angie glad to be alive, and the vestiges of twisting joy in her cunt added to the good feeling.
They all slept as Jud Kenny drove up the road to the red house where Rhoda lay asleep, also. She awoke to feel for Jud's cock as he slipped in beside her, and a soft pull or two brought it up high and hard, and they fucked.
A nervous hen cackled warningly, and one of the dogs moved around under the hen roost; the moon moved down, growing paler as the eastern sky lightened, and soon it was Sunday morning.
As she always did on weekends, Rhoda took over in the trailer-office, engineering a big urn of coffee and putting a big bag of sweet rolls in the oven of the trailer's stove. She walked over to the bunkhouse to tell Burt and Sid to speed it up, and, getting no reply, looked around to see the two hands bringing a dozen horses up from the big corral.
Sunday was going to be busy.
She called out to the girls in the feed barn and they all trotted out, smiling. "You can use the shower in the bunkhouse," she said. "I expect you could use a shower!"
They all giggled, but Angie walked close to Rhoda and said in a low voice: "What's the matter-you think mine doesn't smell so good today?" She dodged as the woman swung a playful slap at her.
Angela watched a green-and-white sheriff's car drive up, saw a uniformed man go into the trailer and come out a few minutes later, looking all around, seeming to hesitate when his eyes lit on her.
After he left, Angela went straight to the trailer.
"I told you yesterday that I'd never be a trouble to you," she said without preamble. "I saw the heat drive up; I saw him leave. If he brought a squawk on us, we can get out of here before you can say shit!"
Rhoda looked at the girl without expression. "Why should the police be looking for a great big grown-up seventeen-year-old young lady?" the older woman asked archly. "Why, goodness gracious, that's almost like not even being a minor at all! Of course, if he was out looking for a girl only thirteen, then I might worry!"
Angie flushed. "Okay, Rhoda, so I lied a little. But we'll get out right away. We never meant to do any harm-we're just trying to grow up a little faster than our folks want us to. Trying to have a little fun." Tears welled up in her eyes and traced a shining trail down her tanned cheeks.
"I never said you had to go," Rhoda said. "I sort of knew you were lying-I guess I wanted to keep you here. The law never even mentioned you. We always have a few young girls working around here. I know you wouldn't want to harm us."
"Never!" Angie vowed. "Honest, Rhoda, we're decent kids. We don't go around shooting up with smack, not even speed. We don't even smoke grass. We live clean and don't step on anybody's toes."
Rhoda looked at the girl and grinned. "If you don't count screwing someone's husband," she offered dryly.
Angie looked at the woman solemnly. "You know as well as I do, Rhoda," she said, "that no kid-no woman, either-screws Mister Kenny. He screws them! He's a real man!"
"God bless you, child!" Rhoda exclaimed. "How in hell did you know that? At thirteen!"
Angela looked puzzled, then laughed. "I'll bet a dollar you knew that, and more, when you were thirteen. When did you start to grow those boobs? When did you start to have periods?"
"Well, by God!" Rhoda laughed. "Before I was thirteen, that's for sure. About twelve, I guess, maybe a little sooner. Come here, baby!"
She hugged Angela to her as she sat on the bench, her face buried in the crotch of the soft jeans. Her breath came through the fabric and warmed Angela, who put her arms around Rhoda's head, holding her warmly.
When she moved back, she grinned and said: "Anyhow, a girl really heeds to get it from an older man. Like you know, a father figure!"
"Ill father figure you, you hot little cunt," Rhoda whispered, but her smile was warm. "Ill mother figure you, too-I'll eat that little pussy right out of you! Oh, Angie, don't I know a girl needs it-from older men, from anybody!"
The girl moved closer, stroking a loving hand over the firm curves of Rhoda's lovely ass. She had a hot vision of this same ass on the night before, split to its widest, slippery and shining with cunt-juice, held so tightly against the brawny loins of Burt Rasco that his cock was buried far up in the sweet body, now so conventionally covered.
"It's no worse than the wife fucking a hired hand," she whispered mischievously, and clung to Rhoda's shoulders as both women laughed with gusto.
They had coffee and a couple of the warm, fresh rolls, and Angie gave Rhoda a full-tongued kiss as she left. She passed Jud, coming back with the first riders of the day, and winked at him. He made a gesture with his thumb of a rising cock, looking solemn as a judge, and the girl felt a tug at her heart. He was such a great old fucker!
He went into the trailer, and gave his wife's tits a thorough squeeze as he slipped down beside her. "How come I never get tired of you?" he asked, as if to himself.
Rhoda shook her head sternly. "You've always said it's because you get your hands up in all those young-asses," she said, not really angry. How could she be? Not with Burt's cum inside her when Jud had come in her last night..
Jud laughed. "It must be true, honey," he said mildly. "But veal, no matter how much you like it, can't compare with good beef!"
"You ass!" Rhoda laughed. "Some compliment! But you scare me. Did you know that that little Angela was only thirteen?"
"No, of course not. I knew she wasn't nineteen, anyhow. She's got plenty of hair on her little cunt, and boobs like young melons. Like yours were at thirteen. And at forty-two!"
He thought of the other two girls. Coralee said she was twelve. Or had he just assumed it? And the little one, how old was she? His cock stirred. Angie was so great. Thirteen! And how she liked it! A gift from on high; had to be.
He patted Rhoda's thigh, pushing his hand down into her crotch. Out of the trailer window, he saw Corrie go into the feed barn. The feeling of growth, of life in his cock continued. He kissed Rhoda, whispered: "Don't worry, baby! I never yet fucked a girl who wasn't willing!" and went out.
He went into the tack room, out its back door, across the narrow way to the back of the feed barn, and went in by the back door. Sun, shining through wide cracks, made it bright enough to see perfectly, arid his heart picked up a beat as he watched the slender little Corrie, her jeans around her ankles, buttoning a clean shirt.
Her legs were not in the least coltish, having the grace and shape that needed only a few extra pounds to make them a marvel of sexual invitation. Her small ass was perfectly rounded, the cloven beauties of a miniature woman. Her sweet little face, intent on what she was doing, had a touching quality of childishness about it.
She brightened as she heard Jud's chuckle and turned to look full at him as he strode to her. She did not move as he pushed her cotton panties down and tenderly went over her young body, pressing her pubic mound, rubbing a finger ever so gently in the soft, fat split, squeezing the cheeks of her ass with appreciative force that made her feel grown up.
"God, kid," he breathed, "look what you're doing to me!"
She looked at his hard-on and looked up at him, her soft mouth opening as her pink tongue came out to lick all around her lips. Hesitantly, she fumbled for his zipper, found ft, and looked up at him appealingly.
"Is it all right," she whispered, "if I get him out?"
She groaned in ecstatic fear as she fumbled the hardening cock out, looking awed and, at the same time, worshipful.
Jud pulled her shirt up and off of her, and whistled at the sight of her conical breasts, soft with a young girl's immaturity, but capped with big nipples that were flushing with blood and becoming darker, harder.
The child smiled happily as he eyed her, and rubbed the head of his big cock boldly across her smooth belly. She felt her pussy swell, and hoped that Kenny would get his fingers down there and feel it opening up, but no, he had to fool with those little-bitty old boobs.
Some of her urgency transferred itself to the rough old man, and he said: "Unfasten my belt and shove my pants down. Hurry!"
To Gome's great joy, his fingers went to her cunt, and he discovered her womanly flow of cunt lubricant, licking his fingers, grinning, kissing her hard on the mouth.
"Am I all right, Mister Kenny?" the child asked anxiously. "Do you think you can get it in me okay?"
She would not let go of his cock, and it seemed to him to be swelling more and more, getting bigger and bigger.
"Ill slick it up a little," he said, and got his shoulders under her thighs, rooting her sweet little ass up in the air, her young cunt split open with the coral-pink inner lips beginning to show dark streaks of red as the surface veins were charged with driving blood.
He licked into her with all the force he could, driving the breath out of her with the rasping pleasure of his tongue on her tender surfaces, sucking her young cunt hard, swallowing the delightful juices, then loading her channel with his spit. She was wriggling in ecstasy, her eyes screwed tight, when he laid her down and got between her legs.
The first touch of the soft, taut head of his cock brought her to a frantic plunging, but he slapped her on her hip and grunted: "Relax, damn you! Lie still, lie loose, or it'll never go in! There, that's more like it."
His cock was long enough so that, with only the head in, he could get to her breasts with his mouth by a slight strain. He took one of the tender cones in his mouth, felt her stiffen again, and once more, he slapped her flank. Immediately, she let her ass settle to the blanket and held his face to her tits with both hands. And to his surprise as well as hers, his cock slipped in a little more, then another inch, and a very gentle movement on her part, from side to side, gained another inch. He grudgingly let the young tit go from his lips.
"Oooh, Mister Kenny," the child whispered, "it's in me so deep! But I'm scared to move because I'll come! But it's hard to hold still because it feels so good!"
"It feels good to me, too, Corrie," Kenny answered. "Hold still, now-let me ram it in a little more. Ugh! Ugh! Goddamn! You're tight and hot! Jesus, hold on!"
Under him, the slender body had begun to writhe. By weight alone, he smothered her motions, held her on the blanket while she screamed her agonized pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh! Let me loose, Mister Kenny! Let me come!"
He plastered his mouth over hers, running his hard tongue deep into her mouth, which she seemed to open so wide he could not cover it. Sound and saliva streamed out of her, and he thought of how it would feel to have his cock jammed into her throat with her mouth opened wide, to have that tongue vibrating against his cock as screams tore out around it.
There was no question that his prick was moving easier. The little girl was manufacturing an inner pool of hot cunt-juice, and he could feel his cockhead pushed or pulled tight against her hard little cervix.
To be certain, and to give the child an extra boost of feeling, Jud made three or four rapid stabs inside her, pulling out no more than an inch, slamming back in, feeling the limits of her small body take the jarring impact without flinching. As best she could, the slender little blonde was grinding and pushing back. Her flow of saliva in his mouth was warm and sweet and copious; he swallowed it gratefully. In his experience, a girl who salivated so freely would also be slobbering cunt-juice in equal generosity. And in such a tightly juvenile pussy, the natural lubricant would be wonderful.
The screaming began to vibrate almost soundlessly around his tongue again, and the slim body fought to gain freedom to move.
"What a fuck you are," the man said fervently, taking his mouth away. "How come you're so hot?"
All he got for an answer was a wordless whoop of pleasure and satisfaction, and the slick little sheath of flesh which held his prick so tightly moved back and forth, her ass having dug a channel in the hay to give her room.
"I-can't-stop Mister-Kenny!" The girl gasped. She was now able to throw herself up at him, and the bursting of orgasm in his balls, the painfully joyous rush of sperm up his tubes, made him drive into her with the wildness of coming.
Over and over he drove into her, stretching her small cunt each time, banging against her girlish womb, pumping her cum and his out of her in bubbling jets each time he rammed his hard cock home.
The bursting of tension in and around her freaked-out clitoris created a wash of heat from her navel down, between her buttocks, in the creases of her ass, seemingly. Corrie was past thought, soaring in the black heights of pure sensuality, trying to grasp a weakening cock with a slackening cunt.
Long moments of shared pleasure seemed to flow from one of them to the other, from the tough old veteran of many beds to the knowing child whose experience was counted in months instead of years. -
Jud made a move to uncouple; and Corrie, with a cry of pain or anger, threw her body at him. They rolled off the blankets, into the loose, dusty hay, and came up laughing.
Jud held out his. arms and the blonde girl came to him. He saw the vulnerable youth in her face and body, and had just one moment of stark hate for himself. Then her tongue was in his mouth and his mind cleared of doubts. Once they had become women, they were no longer little girls, it made no difference what their birth certificates or their unlined faces said to the contrary. He remembered the wildness in the child's cunt a few minutes before. That was a woman at work.
Coralee, her ashes hauled, her hot little cunt throbbing but appeased, helped Jud on with his clothes, clucking her tongue at the size of his limp cock. "It's still so big," she whispered. "How did we get it all in me when it was hard?"
"Whoa!" the man laughed. "I heard there were some goings-on in the feed barn night before last. And you were with Burt, right? That kid has a tool on him like a mule; it's bigger than mine. And you took that, didn't you?"
Corrie began to laugh. "It was not bigger, Mister Kenny," she said. "I promise. Maybe not even as big. It didn't feel as big, and it didn't look as big. Anyhow, I think you're wonderful. Angie thinks so, too. All of us do. We're lucky, finding you here!"
"You could have found a place to sleep. Angie's able to talk anyone into giving you shelter."
"I don't mean that. It's, you know, getting it from an older guy. I don't mean just an older guy-that could mean somebody like Burt. Oh, Burt's all right, I sure wouldn't put him down! But, gee, Mister Kenny, how many kids our age have a chance to get fu-well, screwed-by a real, grown-up man like you!" She clung-to him, her young face burning against his shirt. "Oh, I just love it!" she cried. "All of it! I just wish you'd let me suck it, that's all, Mister Kenny! I just wish you'd let me suck you off before we have to go!"
He stroked the little girl's fair hair gently. "I promise, baby," he whispered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
From weekend to weekend, a riding stable that depends mainly on kids and the working middle class is pretty quiet, and Monday through Thursday is a time for repairs, for taking it easy, for catching up on little things, and for starting big ones.
The girls, who liked to eat at the Pepper Tree Motel when Rhoda didn't bring coffee and rolls to the trailer-and she didn't on weekdays-were curious when they found Jud racing around, giving instructions to Sid and Burt about chores, yelling at Rhoda to bring the checkbook.
"Jud's going up to Los Angeles-Whittier, really-to look at a few horses," Rhoda said. "I think I'll ride in with him to Apple Tree-I need a few things." She looked meaningfully at Angela, who felt a warm twist in her pussy at the look of stark lust in the older woman's eyes and in the set of her mouth.
Reina said: "Angie, you said we're about out of money. Why don't you go in, too, and get a check cashed? Mister Kenny, can I go in, too? I want to see a dentist."
Rhoda looked glum as Reina slopped off to their "dorm" in the feed barn, but Angie 'squeezed the woman's hand arid said in a low voice: "It's all right. She won't bug us."
In spite of Angle's assurances, Rhoda sat tensely beside her husband as they got into town, but when she got out and Angie went with her, she let out a deep sigh of relief as Jud drove off with Reina.
"That kid's really with it for such a youngster," Rhoda said. "Imagine her finding old Doc Crandall and setting up an appointment all by herself!" She turned to Angie and took her by the arm, looking at her steadily.
"Child," she said, "I'm as nervous as a June bride. Are you? I've never done anything like this, so cold-blooded, and I know you haven't, either. Is it okay? All I could do was try to say something with my eyes. Am I so dreadful?"
Angie looked at the blonde woman, smiling, and said: "Cut it out, Rhoda! You look like you're on . your way to a funeral instead of to a lot of fun. Don't take it so big, hear? Now, I've got to get a check cashed."
It turned out that Angie had to take charge. At the motel, where they went in a cab, she said: "I'm Mrs. Kenny's niece, down here from Citrus City. My car's going to be in the shop a couple of hours, maybe overnight." And Rhoda, in a daze, followed her into the beautiful, quiet room, far back from traffic, and only came fully awake when Angela pulled her blouse open and took one of the older woman's nipples into her mouth.
"Yee-ow!" she yelled as the suction poured fire through her breasts and belly. She grabbed the girl to her, and they whirled and hugged and danced to the bed, shedding garments as they went, until both were naked, and they lay panting in each other's arms, cunt to cunt, tit to tit, mouth to mouth.
They kissed hotly but gently, probing each other's mouths, and Angie thought she had never tasted anything more exciting than the older woman's lips and tongue and spit.
"I get gamy when I'm real hot," Rhoda whispered, holding the young girl close. "I think there's a direct connection, somehow, between my mouth and my pussy. Jud always said so. And I get high-smelling under the arms, too," she laughed.
"You smell wonderful, dear," Angela said. "Mmmm! You shouldn't shave your underarms, Rhoda. It's really great to have a little bunch of hair under there. Natural, you know? Guys like to dig in and bite at it!"
Rhoda pushed and shoved and rotated her body until she was face to face with Angela's pussy, held virginally prim by her thighs being together. "Be quiet, sweetie," she whispered. "I was all tight and stupid until I realized I really had you with me at last-now, open that little rosebud up to me!"
She laughed and rubbed her cheeks roughly into the spread of hair and pink lips as Angie obligingly opened her thighs, and there was new warmth in her breath as she parted the girl's thick lips and' licked out to taste and tickle the little clit.
"God!" she cried. "How lovely!"
Angie didn't know which of Rhoda's senses was inspired, sight or taste or smell, but she leaped in happy tension as the warm mouth with the wise tongue and caressing lips came down on her open, throbbing cunt.
She felt for the beautiful breasts with the long, sensitive nipples, their weight and smoothness so wonderful to her hands, and burrowed her warm face between Rhoda's thighs. It was like looking in a mirror, seeing the same fat-lipped pussy, wearing light, curly hair, slightly darker at the bottom end of the long slit, due to the excess of inner heat and trickles of woman-juice.
This was a soaring, thrilling experience she had never had-sucking the cunt of a grown woman, seeing what her twat would be like in a few years.
She was mature enough, in her own vibrant, lush body, but knew she had not the power nor the heat of a woman like Rhoda.
She wanted to say something so that her friend, her beloved friend Rhoda, could know how deeply she felt. But there was that marvelous cunt, the Lips swelling so that the. pinkness of labia showed between the fat outer lips, and there was the musky pussy smell she loved so deeply.
With Rhoda's tongue setting her on fire, with the crawl of her inner juices coming out under the caress of the pink intruder, she used both her thumbs to open the lovely cunt as wide as she could, and pressed her open mouth down hard on the spread of flesh.
And Rhoda responded by making it easier for both of them-rolling on her side, lifting her upper thigh so that Angela's cheek could he pressed on the lower one, and, when the girl signified happiness and comfort by long, slow licks and sucks, the woman placed her big, smooth thigh over the girl's shoulder.
It opened her perfectly. It was so delightful that Angie could forget, for a few seconds, the slow tide of heat rising in her own belly, in the dark where the big orgasms grow.
She bucked strongly with her powerful back muscles, her buttocks clenching as she drove against the hidden face of the woman who was eating her cunt. She felt Rhoda's strong arm pushing her thighs wider and wider apart-one was raised high in the air, and Angela held it there, her pussy seeming to throb and expand as the powerful tongue thrust into her slick, tight hole.
Then there was a pause and she held her leg high while the woman seemed to draw away, to her' sorrow, and then came a new sensation-something going deep into her, stretching, hurting, but seeking for that hidden come deep inside her, making her bum with a consuming fire.
And then, just as Rhoda's fingers were raising the come-itch to unbearable pressures, down came the woman's face again, and she felt the indescribable pleasure of having her clitoris scraped by teeth, stroked by tongue, and lifted almost out of her by suction.
It was too much-the pressures in her vagina, the riot of pain and ecstasy in her clit and her sensitive and swollen labia. She shot into orgasm like a rocket, aware that she was screaming into the spasming- cunt that flowed and moved and responded as she did her best to swallow it all. Both her arms were around Rhoda's hips, her hands buried deep in the softness of the quivering, plunging ass.
She fought for one last sensation, to get Rhoda's asshole to her mouth, and when she made it that far, by stretching her neck to the utmost, she made her tongue hard and pointed, and stabbed it into the tightened sphincter again and again, until she felt Rhoda relax all over, even in this closed and private vent, and knew the triumph of actually getting her tongue an inch in her friend's rectum.
But they were both spent, and all that either of them could do was to lick and kiss, to murmur endearments, to gasp and sob and lick up the sweetly gamy juices that their love had produced.
But Angela, so thrilled at finding understanding and hot acceptance in another generation, was moved to seek the dear face, the mouth and lips and tongue that had almost killed her with loving sensation. And Rhoda, more aroused than she could remember, startled by that fantastic experience of having this young girl ream her asshole, held Angie's face between her hands, kissing and sucking and loving the girl's mouth with her tongue, soaring in wanton pastures of cunt-heat.
Their bellies were warmly together, each could feel the heat as their bodies pulsed on one another, and Angie, busy with her hands on the woman's wonderful breasts, could only moan wordlessly as after-shocks of her gigantic orgasm moved deep inside her.
"You fucked me with your fingers," the girl murmured against Rhoda's cheek. "Oh, Rhoda, so-oo good!"
She squeezed as hard as she dared on the rich, full breast in her hand, her thumb and fingers almost meeting in the soft, firm flesh, and felt the woman's groan as a vibration against her tongue. "I was yelling and screaming right into your cunt," she whispered as she pulled away. "Did that feel good, Rhoda?"
The woman bumped her body comfortably against the girl.
"It was heaven," she said. "Just plain heaven! Oh, baby, I wish we could be together all the time!" Angela's ribs almost caved in under the woman's hug. "All three of you! Oh, how we could enjoy each other!"
She let go of the young girl and pushed away, laughing.
"That's a beautiful dream, but it leaves out the thing you and I both need," Rhoda said. "And that's men." .
She got up and went to the dresser, so that Angie saw her both front and rear, a gorgeous, voluptuous nudity. She looked at her watch. "Did you make arrangements to meet your friend?" Rhoda asked. "I mean, do we have plenty of time? That's a great little kid-so self-reliant, finding a dentist, making her own appointments. Was it anything serious?"
Angela looked at her friend in a puzzled way.. "She was out by the tack room just before we went to eat, talking to Mister Kenny. To Jud, I mean. I didn't know she even had a toothache until she mentioned coming to town. And she didn't say one word about when or where to meet her. Can we maybe phone her at the dentist's office?"
To her surprise, Rhoda began to laugh. She came back to the bed and sat down close to the full, warm thighs that made Angela seem so deceptively grown up.
"Talking to Jud? I wish I'd known. I wondered how a kid her age could even find a dentist, let alone call one and set up a visit."
She pulled Angela's face around to hers, smelling her own pussy around the girl's sweet mouth, and kissed her loudly. "Don't worry about your little friend," she said. "Come on, lie back down." She teased and pushed and pulled the laughing girl, kissing her breasts, goosing deep into her parted asscheeks, rubbing her own wet pussy up and down the nubile child's body.
"Don't you get it, Angie? It was Jud's idea! Ill bet forty dollars to a horse turd that he's got that hard old cock of his in her, right this minute!"
She was almost right. But it had taken Jud just a bit more time to get what he was after than it had taken Rhoda.
"You don't need to suck me to get it up, baby," Jud said warmly as he and the tiny Mexican girl rolled on the big bed. "See, it's hard already. And, from the feel of that little cunt of yours, you're ready, too. Right?"
Reina sat on the old man's hard chest, her little split open wide and tickled by the contact, and reached behind her to feel his erect cock. Her little hand was as soft, almost, as her pussy would have been, and she pressed his cock with love and appreciation, spurred into a hasty up-and-down motion of her ass as she felt the big cock throb suddenly.
"But I want to suck you, Mister Kenny," she whispered. "I want to do everything for you! Can't I suck you off and then suck you up again so we can fuck?"
Jud laid his big hand on her rib cage, pressing his thumbs on the big nipples that seemed so out of place on her small tits, barely visible mounds of the softest tissue. His seamed face was gleeful-he had the last of these three nymphs, he would enter that sweet little cunt, he would cram his old cock all the way through her.
"Baby, it would take more time than we've got for you to do everything for me," he teased. "Maybe you don't even know what everything could mean. Do you?"
Reina rocked back and forth on his chest, slipping a bit in the flowing juice from her girlish pussy. "FUck and suck," she crooned, and then said: "Oh, wow, Mister Kenny! Do you mean what I think you do? Fuck me in the ass? Oh, my God!"
She shivered, a hard tremor that made her close her eyes and cross her arms over her breasts. "Would you do that? Oh Mister Kenny, I think I'd rather have you do that to me than anything in the world!"
She leaped to fling herself alongside the powerful older man, holding his cock in her left hand, alternately leaning down to kiss him and then pulling away to look at him. "Do you think I might be too tight-that I might hurt you some way?"
Jud rolled her off and down, and wriggled so that he could suck on those mature-looking nipples, holding a hand between her legs, stroking the fingers up and down in the wetness of her cunt. "You're a hot little devil," he said, smiling. "Just holding your legs apart and giving you a couple of licks in your little twat made you come, didn't it?" He put a finger in her.
"Your asshole wouldn't be any tighter than your cunt," he said, enjoying this luxury of earthy talk with the young child.
He reached to take her hand off his hard prick.
"I've had a powerful lot of fucking this past three-four days," he laughed, "but you could get me over-trained, all this talk about ass-fucking."
The tiny girl jerked upright, bouncing on her knees, clapping her hands. "You'll do it?" she cried. "You'll really, truly do it, Mister Kenny? Oh, I'm so excited I could come again! Oh, please! Suck me again!"
She fell backward, her legs spread wide, and Jud, laughing, held her little pussy open so he could lick it hard, then hold his mouth over her jerking clitoris, sucking it as the girl screamed her joy, and her slender body twisted in his grasp.
She lay inert for a few moments, then got back up and on to her hands and knees. "Is this the way?" she asked. "Do you need-I guess you'll have to have-some sort of grease. Will cold cream do?" She said it all in a rush, her beautiful little face looking around at him with a pleading smile, her -small but beautiful little ass parted, her pinkish-brown asshole seeming to tremble.
Jud squeezed one of her asscheeks and laughed.
"Okay," he said. "We'll do it that way. Get up on top. No, face my feet," he ordered. "Now, sort of stand up, like you'd be squatting down to take a piss. Beautiful!" he cried as her lovely little body seemed to open up.
He moved her forward, then back, the tip of his cock grazing the most sensitive parts of her body.
Without warning, she whimpered. "How about the grease?" she protested. "Let me get my cold cream."
"Shut up!" the old man whispered fiercely. "First of all, the juice out of your pussy is better than any cold cream. And if you're going to panic about it, forget it! You do what I tell you, and it'll go in easier than it would in your cunt. Here, raise up a little. There, now-rock back and forth."
She groaned in ecstasy as he flipped his cock in and out between the flowing lips of her hot little cunt. "You can't fuck me both ways?" she asked plaintively.
He bared his strong teeth in a grin. "Let's get this one out of the way, first," he said. "Look in the mirror-what do you see?"
Every light was on in the clean, plainly furnished motel room, and, except for the dark shadows at the base of her belly, she saw everything-the two of them on the bed, the hard cock looking so dangerously big, even the silhouette of her sweetly split cunt, now hovering above the cock which shone with her juice.
She screamed, a choked, frightened little cry as Jud pulled her down, ready or not, and felt shock and pain as the head of his cock went in. It was going to be too much; she had been insane to want a cock in her small, tender asshole. It was mad; she was stretched beyond endurance; the pain was going to make her shit. She closed her eyes so she would not see the rush of blood as her soft body split wide open! Terrible! Oh, God, that pain, that feeling of splitting! It was blowing her mind, it was ruining her, it was-it was-what was it? It was hot and unbearably delightful. It was a fire in her empty cunt. No, the fire, the swelling, choking fire was in her guts, in the sensitive nerve ends in her bowels. She couldn't possibly stand this pain, this torture, this heaven, a moment longer.
And yet what could she do? In her amazed and excited mind, she knew she would never get off this stabbing, brutalizing cock until she fell off or was pushed off. The pain was too wonderful to believe. It was going to .burst her, kill her.
And then, without warning, she began to come. In her cunt! No, in her belly, all over, up her belly, on the outside, feeling the marvelous completion of an orgasm beyond her experience. She could not sit up; she fell forward, her face between Kenny's feet.
The position moved the cock inside her; its hard length nearly killing her again with surprise and pleasure and agony. Was she still coming, or was this a new one washing through her?
Her tits felt as big as Angela's as the orgasm tore through her; she knew that she was fucking up and down, although the pain was beyond that her uncle had caused her when he had gotten that inch of his big cock into her. Her swelling young titties were pressed hard on Kenny's hairy shanks, and to her joy and wonder, she found she was sucking his toes, licking between them.
"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed. The pulsing, shattering come had subsided, although she still, felt on the edge of another.
Holding on to Jud's ankles, she looked into the mirror, seeing only her awed face between the two big feet. "Is it all right if I sit up, Mister Kenny?" she whispered. "Will I hurt you?"
"Come up easy," he gasped: "A first fuck in a new asshole is always tight because the girl's scared," he added. "Ah! That's perfect!"
She was sitting up, and as Kenny spread his legs, she could see his big balls, drawn up tightly to his cock. But she did not see anything more.
She crowed in triumph. "It's all in! It's all up my ass! Why didn't you tell me, Mister Kenny? Ohhh! Ohhh!" She bounced up and down, looking in the mirror, and saw the big column appear and disappear. "It was killing me, and then I all of a sudden began to bang it out! Oh, how I came! Is it always this good for a girl, Mister Kenny?"
Jud grunted. "Take it easy up there on my cock, sister," he growled. 'That's a position you're supposed to enjoy because you see what's going on, but you can move too much and twist a man's prick off!" His hands went to her waist. "Where do you think the head of it is? How far in?"
The tiny girl moved gently, groaning. "It's up to my lungs, or my stomach, or something," she whispered. "Oh, Jesus! That feels too good! Like a little come! But my pussy feels it all, too, like it was full of you."
"Lie back on me," Jud said all at once. "Brace your -hands on my chest and keep your head up. What do you see?"
The girl cried out happily: "I see everything! I . see my cunt! I see my-no, I see you-I see your pride buried in me! Oooh! My pussy looks so weird-hanging open like a mouth!"
She moved sharply, and it seemed she would fall off, but the big cock was anchored in her; and Jud's hands closed on her childish tits. He craned his neck to look around her, and laughed. "Never thought your cunt would look like that, did you, baby?" he asked. "It's stretched because .of my prick in you. And it's sagged open because you just had two big comes!"
He put his hands gently over her thighs, and she could see in the reflection what he was aiming for, and screamed in hot anticipation, so that her body moved. "You're going to make me come in my pussy!" she said in a high voice. "Not in my ass!"
"It's all the same," Jud growled, and his fingers moved over the mound of her gaping cunt. She watched the mirror, fascinated, controlling a desire to push at his hands.
His finger touched her, touched her clit, and slid into the wet and open red well of membrane on in and up her, very deep, until she knew the finger was touching the ridged column of his cock, hidden in her asshole.
She was caught in a desire too powerful to burst; her bones felt like molten lead, her belly and guts like hot syrup. Nerves she never knew she had throbbed where finger and prick touched her. She felt she was poised on the brink of an abyss of sensuality which might devour her. She watched the other hand move to her cunt, and then, very suddenly, everything burst at once.
The finger touched her clitoris, rubbing it brutally, without any consideration for its tingling, painful sensitivity. At the same time, the finger deep in her pussy seemed to jerk at her tightness, although later on she realized it may have been that her own muscular spasms created the sensation.
And along with all this, the unbearable sensation roared into new life where his enormous prick so terribly, brutally, painfully-and marvelously- speared deep into her bowels.
It seemed that she came over and over, again and again, her entire body involved, the ceiling wavering above her, Jud's hard body shaking and thrusting so that that hard, dangerous cock was tearing at her, making her asshole so big that it must surely hang open forever, just like her poor cunt. At the same time there was a blinding treasury of unspeakable pleasure that ripped through her, so that she yelled, her mouth stayed open, her tongue kept shooting out and writhing around her lips, and saliva ran out of the corners of her mouth in a stream.
She was aware that Kenny was corning, too, and the picture in her mind of that wonderful cock shooting yards and yards of sticky, hot cum into her bowels, of all places, made her continue to come long after her body seemed drained.
When she finally realized she had to get off, she got on her knees first, then bent on her elbows, and slowly, slowly, so she could feel each departing fraction of an inch, pulled her ass away from the cock.
She put her hands on it, holding its slickness, looking at the traces of brown on her fingers, as well as the opaque goo from his balls. She wanted to suck it, but was afraid she would appear weird to this man to whom she owed so much. She felt she was as much a woman as any in the world.
CHAPTER NINE
Somehow, she had to cry when she told Angela and Corrie all about it. It seemed so indescribably lovely and momentous, because there are plenty of women who don't ever, ever get it in the ass.
"It nearly killed me," she sobbed, moving her little body in pleasant memory. "When I saw it in the mirror, his cock looked half as wide as my waist! And it was in me!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Angela gasped, a flame rising in her cunt. "How I wish I could have seen it!"
"I asked him if he could fuck us all, you know, at the same time, so that we could all, uh, you know, sort of participate. Getting it, and watching the others getting it. Wow! I'd sure like to see his cock go into you, Angie!"
The blonde girl shuddered and closed her eyes. . "He does it so great!" she muttered thickly. "You say you came, just from him having it in your ass?"
"Oh, yes, Angie! Over and over! And I felt like he had stretched me until I'd shit all over myself. And my pussy! Was it ever twisted and hanging open' You wouldn't believe it. And when he got his fingers in there-it was crazy wild!"
Corrie had gotten up to let some cool air help quench the yearning ache in her almost hairless cunt, and now she called to the other two: "Sid's back. And Burt, too."
"I don't want either one of them," Angie said, grinning. "I didn't have any man up my butt, but I did all right. Sid's your lover, Reina-Corrie and I'll get out and leave you while we sit around with Rhoda. Right, Corrie?"
"Wait a minute," Reina said. "Listen, take Sid with you, hear? I've got some curiosity about that other one."
Angie eyed her quizzically. "You really believe in living dangerously, don't you, sweetie?" she asked. "Sure you haven't had enough for one day?"
Reina looked pained. "I don't think it's possible to get enough for one day, in one day," she said. "Do it, will you? Like I said? And if you can, sort of hint to Burt that I'm in here waiting for him."
She saw them intercept Sid and drag him off to the trailer. And she saw Angie look over her shoulder at Burt, and nod imperceptibly toward the feed barn. So she hastened to pull her dress over her head and off, and to creep into a pile of blankets, leaving one pretty brown leg outside, her cute and rounded little ass barely under a fold of blanket.
She heard the door opened cautiously and did not move, heard the big man's feet shuffling in the loose hay, and sensed that he was standing above her. He spoke her name, quietly, and dropped to his knees beside her, and she felt the cooler air in her crack as he lifted the blanket and let out a deep sigh.
He said: "Reina!" once more, just above a whisper, and she heard the sounds of him undressing, knew when he stood up to let his Levi's drop, and continued her slow, calm breathing.
When he began to move her legs, she stirred, and when he got his face between her thighs and started rooting into her pussy, she tugged at his head and said sleepily: "Who is it?"
She almost laughed out loud when he said: "It's me, Reina, but don't wake up if you don't want to, honey! Let me suck you up, like you'd do to me if you were awake!"
She stroked his hair, murmuring: "My, my! Am I dreaming?" And jumped and shrieked as he got his tongue into her cunt.
Burt was breathing with difficulty, and she let her hand swing free, apparently aimlessly, but making certain that he had a hard-on. No mistake, he had one! She felt the familiar ache deep inside her, the physical need to be touched, to be opened, to be used, to be shot off into. Oh, God, she thought, to be fucked and fucked-how gorgeous!
He picked her up bodily and began to kiss and nibble at her breasts, whispering: "Don't wake up, honey! Stay asleep! Poor little thing-you're tired! Ill take care of you!"
She felt his breath along her flanks, and the drooling of his saliva falling onto her belly; she was braced mentally when his face went again to her pussy and his big tongue curled into her, hot and slick, stroking across her cuntlips so hard that it was almost like a prick.
She murmured: "Are you going to eat me, darling?" And then she had to hold onto all her i control as he found her clit and began to suck on it, mauling it with lips and tongue, running the smoothness of his gums and teeth on it.
She beat at his head helplessly as she shot breath-takingly into a deep orgasm, and as soon as she could get her breath, hotly wanting every part of it, she pulled him up to her, kissing away the sickness from her pussy.
He said anxiously: "Are you awake, little baby? Stay asleep and let old Burt fool around some more." - willingly, her heart hammering as she awaited whatever he meant by "fooling around," she closed her eyes and said: "Oh, I'm so sleepy, Burt! Don't wake me up!"
He turned her on her belly and began to lick her, between her thighs, up between her asscheeks, and she heard him exclaim: "Shit! What's she doing with shit down her legs?"
She smothered a giggle. She had apologized to old Jud, afraid she had hurt him with the tightness of her asshole and the wild gyrations of her corning, but she wanted to see what Burt would do, how he would react.
She heard him sniffing and felt a quick rasp as if he had rubbed her with a handkerchief, but then he began to lick her more fiercely, and to bite the inside of her thighs. It was a thrill, but her cunt craved action, so she rolled on her back, eyes still closed, and pulled her heels up against her ass, letting her knees fall open. He continued to lick and bite at the inner surfaces of her thighs, right up' to where the huge tendon seems attached to a girl's body just at the pubic arch.
The girl could no longer pretend sleep; she was urging him on with low-pitched cries: "That's right, Burt, baby! Get a little closer in! Oh! Oh! That's it, that's it! Suck me!" And all the time, pushing and pulling at his head, his hair, his ears, she felt one orgasm after another ripple through her, amazed that she was coming so easy and so often.
He was pulling at the soft, short, dark hairs on her mound and straggling down her big, soft cuntlips, and he was snorting in her sex channel like a hog in a trough. Voice muffled, he said: "Oh, you're just a little-bitty baby girl! Just a baby!" It sounded as if he were crying, but he was licking her pussy for all he was worth.
Neither of them heard the door open at the back of the bam, and neither would have cared if they had. It was only Sid, who stood silent, face pinched in sadness. And Reina, who had told Sid , she loved him, which was perfectly true at the time, with his youthful jism dripping out of her cunt, had her legs locked around Burt's head, and was desperately reaching under him to find his cock.
The tall, skinny boy, looking his age, a very young age, as dejection shook him, could see the opened thighs of his love, see the dark vertical line that marked her flowing, hard-working pussy every time Burt pulled back for breath.
He hated them both, although he knew he had no right, and most of all he hated himself, for he had built a tremendous hard-on, watching another man fuck his girl.
He walked out of the dark into the sunlight, and blindly into Rhoda, who had had her eye to a crack in the barn. As he clung to her, feeling the roundness, the warm softness of her arms and breasts, they both heard a fierce cry of pleasure. "Oh, shove it in, Burt! Fuck me, baby! That's what I need!"
He could not help it. He pushed away from Rhoda and put his eye to the crack. Only a small part of Burt's big prick had gone in, and the big fellow was straining, pulling out and pushing in with grunts of effort, each push bringing a yelp of joy from the tiny Mexican girl shoving her body up to his.
As Sid watched, something that had been tense must have given way, for Burt's cock disappeared, and he saw Reina's small body stiffen with a convulsive pleasure. Sadly, he turned away, and Rhoda held his arm. She was talking to him in a low voice, but he did not understand her words until she had him in the tack room and was working at the silver buckle of his tooled leather cowboy belt.
"Don't you care, Sid," she had been saying, and she was still saying it as his hard young prick sprang out, right in her face as she knelt before him, triumphant at last over belt and zipper.
He came fully awake then, and tried to get away, deathly afraid of what he seemed about to do to the boss's wife, but she pushed him down on the pile of blankets and said: "Stay here!"
She shut and bolted both doors, and opened a big shutter above them for light and air. Calmly, she shucked out of her shirt and slacks, kicking her boots off, and her gaiety had a sort of ferocity about it.
"We'll both get cured, Sid," she whispered, smiling at him, unconsciously rubbing her big tits hard against him, letting them spring up with a jiggling bounce, the nipples a deep pink.
The boy watched her dumbly until she lay down and took his cock in her mouth, and suddenly realized that she was a woman, a lovely woman, lying naked beside him, opening herself to him.
He moved swiftly, getting to his knees and holding her to him, pressing her marvelous breasts into his ribs. "Oh, Rhoda," he said, his voice deep and strong, "how wonderful! Oh, Rhoda, baby, how do you want it?"
In the quiet, fragrant atmosphere, sharp with the scents of old sweat and blankets and hay, the perfume that swept up from Rhoda's crotch was thick and beautiful. And Sid, who needed it, got all the benefit as her cuntlips popped open and he laid his fingers between them, deep in the hot slickness that seemed to swell and move as he stroked it.
"Have it any way you want it, Sidney, honey," Rhoda said in a thick voice. "Here, honey-boy, suck my titties! Oooh! Suck harder, Sid, you can't hurt me! Ouch! That's it! Where's your cock? Oh, here-how sweet! Can you hold still, just a second or two, and let me suck him? There! Oh, how great!"
She rolled her tongue around her lips. "I tasted your sweat, dear," she whispered. "What a great man you are!"
He dug his ringers hard into the most tender part of her cunt, suddenly excited out of his mind over having this grown woman begging him for a suck, a fuck.
She fucked forward at his hand, and his talon-like fingers sank deep into her. She was down on her back, her head thrown down over the heavy folds of the blankets, her mouth open and gasping out words of lust and love.
"Get up here, Sid, please, please! Kiss me, lover!"
He lay on her, his hard cock against her belly, holding her face, shooting his tongue against hers, probing her cheeks, licking under her tongue, and all the time, aware of her soft skin against him, of her breasts lolling along her ribs, and with his searching fingers still caressing the slick and muscular walls of her cunt.
Still keeping his tongue in her mouth, aroused by the wild sensuality of her hot mouth, he let his hand come away from her wet pussy, fingering the deep mat of crisp blonde hair, pressing against the sweated flesh on both sides of her cuhtlips, pinching its warmth and firmness.
She was gasping something against his tongue, and her body was also, trying to tell him something-she was pushing her hips, her belly, her cunt up at him, and he rolled between her thighs, using one hand to push his cock down to the hidden spot where her hole throbbed and puckered, awaiting cock.
As it entered her, hot and strong and forceful, she held his head away from her face with both hands. "You're in me, you wonderful fucker!" she said hoarsely. "So good! So big! Oh, Sid, I'm so lucky!"
Her belly ground up at him with strength and skill; her pussy wrapped its agile walls around his dick; he was as good as Burt or Jud, as good anyone. And he would be hers!
The come-feeling grew in the head of the boy cock; the pressure built in his balls; the long column, less sensitive than the glans, felt its own hard, satisfactory experience as Sid pistoned in and out of the slippery, welcoming sleeve of hot wriggling flesh and membrane. He had been so hot he might have shot his load in his jeans as he watched Reina getting it right up her hot little cunt from Burt. Now, magically, he was fucking this superior woman, she was fucking him in a way his cock and every other part of his body could appreciate, and he was holding his load.
His skinny, strong young body rose and fell, and his cock crammed into her with a thump that seemed to jar Rhoda all over. Her cervix, twisted close to the aperture of her cunt by her position, got a toe-clinching jar every time he slammed into her, and she could feel the long and tender chute between her cuntlips rasped each time the prick slid out and banged in.
To her surprise, she found herself calling to him. "Sid! Oh, Sidney, darling! Come on, lover! Bang me! Bang me!" And, following each outburst of involuntary cries, she was sucking at his ears, his cheeks, hysterical with heat and abandon. When she got his tongue in her mouth, she sucked at it as if it were his prick, and his abundant saliva seemed to her as thick and slick as semen, and her driving ass, her straining hips that shot her cunt up to him, time after time, was only a natural response to her dim feelings of fellatio.
The boy changed his hands from her plunging buttocks to the warmth and silken heaviness of her rolling tits. They caressed his hands, and they were big enough, long enough, that he could force one to his mouth, getting the hard nipple between his teeth. His hand had transferred her cunt's taste and smell and savor to smear all over the heaving globe, and this was too much-the slobbery grip of her cunt with its muscular sucking, the wildness of her sucking mouth at his ears, and his own taste of cunt-juice as he swilled and sucked and pulled at her tit.
The long-held seed began to pour out of him, each jet making his cock feel bigger and better not only to him but to Rhoda, and she began a rolling series of explosions that pierced her all through. Her cunt moved and sucked on his spurting cock, his driving pressures causing thick rills of his semen to squirt out to soak his pubic hair, her, moving cuntlips. He let the breast fall from bis tired mouth, not knowing that he was grinning in the deep pleasure of a boy who will never doubt his manhood again.
He remembered the magic of his first fucks with Reina, of the words which had shocked and stirred him, and without more thought, he whispered: "Rhoda, you're so wonderful! Rhoda, I love you!"
She threw one of her beautiful legs over and around his young butt, amorously pressing his belly against hers.
"You. doll," she murmured. "You long-cocked, hard-fucking, marvelous doll! I never came like that in my life. Oh, baby, you've got a home here forever!" She kissed him with deep love, rolling his tongue in her mouth, grateful for this moment.
CHAPTER TEN
If Reina hadn't insisted on it, that night after they were snuggled into the softness of their blankets, Angela and Coralee would never have thought of inspecting her asshole. But her tale of the tremendous penetration by Jud was just too much, and little Reina, giggling, said: "I want you two to see if it looks any different."
"Well, at any rate, it didn't kill you," Angela laughed. "Golly, I've never had it that way, not even with just a boy. But hasn't this trip been, wonderful? Especially for you, you sweet little thing!" She squeezed the tiny Mexican. "You can just tell that horny uncle of yours to go screw!"
"I could get him in me, now," Reina said wistfully.
"You could've gotten him in you before, if he had kept trying," Corrie observed wisely. "He just wanted you to suck his cock, and used the other as an excuse."
"I was crazy this afternoon," Reina giggled. "Mister Kenny turned me every way but loose-I got so hot after that weird come in my asshole that I sucked him without even washing his dick! Imagine! Tasting my own shit, and I don't even remember what it's like! And he fucked me again until I couldn't stand it! I felt like I had to walk bowlegged when we left the motel, my cunt felt swollen up like a football. And my asshole felt like it was just sticking out. It was wild! And then, when I came back here, and I saw Burt, I just got hot and weak all over again!"
"Did he fuck you in the ass?" Corrie asked breathlessly.
"No, but he licked me all over. It was weird, too. Of course, he thought I was ten, maybe nine, and didn't believe Sid had really had it into me all the way. Like I was still practically a virgin!" The little girl giggled.
"Licked you all over! Wow! That must have been a long wait until he got around to sticking it in," said Angela. "I bet you were plenty hot by that time."
Reina shivered, holding her hands tightly on her small tits. "God, my boobs feel twice as big as they were," she breathed. "The way he sucked 'em! And the way Mister Kenny pulled on 'em! But d'you know something? I'm still warm and juicy and ready! I could still fuck! Or," she grinned, leaning over to put her little hand between Coralee's legs, "suck. And be sucked!"
A painful, itching wave of heat had been growing in Angie's pussy ever since Reina had started to talk of her day. The sweetness of her long, draining morning with Rhoda, when she had learned more about her body-and Rhoda's body-than she had thought possible, had kept her languid and happy all through the afternoon. But there was a spot deep in her cunt that no woman could ever reach, and there was something in her mind, too, that could never respond fully to anything less than a cock.
She looked on, smiling indulgently, as Corrie got her plastic squeeze bottle and began to ooze it into Reina's upthrust little pussy, jiggling her body as the responsive child slipped her fingers into the blonde girl. It had been a wonderful, unbelievable vacation. She felt no resentment because she had worked while the others played. True, they had both been fucked by Burt and Sid, and she hadn't. And their tales were interesting.
Burt, they agreed, had a bigger cock. But- well-there was something about Sid's. Maybe his was longer. "He's easier to suck," Reina had said. "And he doesn't shoot quite as much jism as Burt or Mister Kenny. But that sweet thing of Ins, it went clear down my throat. I had his hair up my nose."
Angie got up, unnoticed, and went out. It was a queer spring season, everyone said. As warm, almost, as July. A hot, dry wind came over the desert-a Santa Ana condition, they called it-that made the days hot and kept the night warm.
She enjoyed the feel of her breasts rolling and jiggling, the satiny rub of one thigh against the other, the itchy feel of her swollen cuntlips gently chafing as she walked toward the bunkhouse, where male" voices seeped from a window.
It was a gas, really. Burt, naked, was rubbing at his cock, and describing Reina, "I was sorry to do it, kid, but I told you, I never fucked anyone that young. I had to have her."
And Sid, with nothing on but a long-tailed blue shirt, his cock hanging limp but long, laughed. "I know, Burt," he said. "And maybe I sweet-dicked you out of a happy home. If what a certain lady told me was the truth." He shook his cock at Burt. "The important thing to me," the lad boasted, "is that I could fuck again, right this minute!"
Burt pretended fright, backing against the wall. "You ain't going to fuck me!" he cried in a falsetto voice. "I just ain't that kind of a girl!"
Sid grinned. "I wish you were," he said.
They leaped in shock as a clear, sweet voice came from nowhere. "Won't I do?" And they were still goggle-eyed when Angie; warmly, beautifully naked, walked in, slammed and latched the door, and drew a curtain over the window.
"I'm so hot!" she exclaimed. "Burt, let me see that big thing! Look! It's hard already." She backed toward the bed, pulling the big man along by his heavy prick. "It's so big!" she gasped as she sat down and the swollen organ waved in her face. "Oh, Burt, that ought to feel good!" She looked up at him, thrilled with the lust in his grinning face, and almost purred as young Sid knelt by the bunk, grabbing both her breasts in strong fingers.
"How's about I eat your pussy while you suck Burt off?" the kid asked. He got in under Burt's cock and sucked ferociously at one of her breasts, already big with passion.
"I want a cock in me," Angie whispered. "I want to be fucked! I'm dying from heat!"
She pushed herself away and lifted her legs high, holding her cunt open so that it bagged like a toothless, red mouth. She screamed as Burt, crowding between her legs, jammed his tool into her, and immediately began to pump her ass wildly. "Fuck harder!" she screamed. "Burt! Fuck me! I'm coming!"
She lay passively for a few seconds, her eyes closed, a dreamy smile on her lips. Burt, astonished at her rapid-fire come, rolled easily, letting his cock soak in her juicy heat, amid the faint flutter of muscles.
"You've got a great cunt, Angie," he whispered. "Tight, tight, tight! Thank God it's good and wet-I would've lost some skin. Wow! That was a hard bite! You ready again?"
He pulled his loins back, and the power of his drive into her made the bunk shake.
"Wow! Wow!" the girl shrieked. "I can't stand it!"
She was throwing herself up at the big man with all the strength of her muscled back and legs, her thighs gorgeous in their lovely shape and size. Sid, awed for the moment, now reached under her bobbing ass and probed with his finger for that hidden ring of puckered muscle. Her cunt-juice was so copious that every inch of the deep cleft was slick, and only her gyrations kept him from spearing her on first try. His cock had grown hard, and he felt the same controlled orgasmic surge that had made his fuck with Rhoda so beautiful.
There was a strange, muted quality to the girl-noises, and Sid looked around her raised leg to see that Burt was pouring tongue into her throat. Sid grinned. "Too noisy," he said.
When his finger first slipped into Angie's ass, Sid thought he had, somehow, hurt her badly. Even the weight and strength of Burt could not subdue her wild leaps and screams, and it was only after she had finished this wildest of all orgasms that she reached down to pat Sid's head weakly, and to gasp: "Wow! What a feeling! Let's do that some more!"
Sid got to his feet, taking his finger out of the girl's rectum in spite of her pleas. "Fuck that noise," he said. "I need a little love, too, you know!" He patted Burt on the hip. "Let's stand her up," the boy said coolly. "Let's both get it in her at once-you in front, me behind."
It was easy to arrange, and Angie squealed in delight when Burt, standing her on a box, with one- of her feet on the bunk, worked his cock part way between her drooling cuntlips and up into her joyously spasming cunt.
"Am I open, Sid?" she asked over her shoulder, her arms around Burt's neck, her lovely ass thrust back. "Ooooh! Take it easy, Sid! I'm pure virgin back there! Oh, Jesus! You're ruining me! Ohhh! Easy! That's a little better!"
The pain and pleasure driving deep into her bowels had caused her to twitch forward in joyful little leaps, until suddenly, feeling too stuffed and stretched to breathe, she was belly-to-belly with the big man, and felt Sid's hands on her hipbones as the boy behind her prepared to make one final lunge.
She would have screamed in fear except that Burt, at that moment, having both hands free and a picture in his mind of those gorgeous titties, gave them such a twisting pull that Angie, her body a dark pool of mingled agony and ecstasy, fell against him in a partial swoon, so that Sid's prick went into her all the way, and the sickening delight that burned her started a wave of fuck-feeling that started her in a mad climb up Burt's body, her face a crazy mask, her screams tearing her throat.
Burt was a strong man, and Sid was, for a fifteen-year-old, unusually powerful, but Angie, locked into a come that seemed to flow on and on, was too wild to keep in place.
She pushed all three of them into the middle of the room with the foot she had on the bunk; she was off the box with the other foot, and suspended in mid-air on the two cocks, but she never ceased to thrash and struggle and scream.
With her toes only touching the floor occasionally, and with both hands tearing wildly at Burt's face, protected only by burying it in her shoulder, she let the fuck-madness take her completely, feeling like one enormous, pulsating cunt all over, feeling orgasmic joy in her hair, between her toes, and in every spot in between.
It was too much to bear for very long, and they all fell in a heap when Burt began to come, shooting his powerful jets of semen deep into the wildly responding cunt. Young Sid's head struck the wall as they went over together, and his shit-smeared prick, shooting his load in all directions, lodged under Angie's arm, where she clamped it against her breast, at last aiming it so that the last few spurts shot into her mouth.
When they picked the girl up and sat her on the bunk's edge, she leaped up, her face screwed into a mask of heat, and they watched her go through another come, less violent, of course. "Suck me, please, somebody!" she cried. "I never knew-I never knew-oh, what am I saying!"
The two men looked at each other, neither sure what to do. The wild fury of that two-way fuck had shattered them.
They were young and strong and horny. In fifteen minutes, they could screw again. But here was a girl who needed it now, who was sickening for need of a fuck.
It was the girl who solved the problem.
"Damn you!" she cried, beating her fists against the bunk. "I can fuck every man on the place off his feet! I can fuck every man and every beast! Oh, damn you both!"
It was Sid who went out, and when he came back, he was dragging a huge dog, a pale-eyed husky. The dog was eager, his pink tongue lolling out, and he smelled cunt as soon as he was inside the door. Smelled it, located it, and ran at it.
In her madness, Angie yearned for the animal as if he were her last, best lover. And, as Sid and Burt gawked, half-ashamed of what they had done to her, and what they were doing, the girl rolled off the bunk and under the hunching canine, feeling for his cock, holding him around the neck, running her tongue out against his.
She got the dog on his side-he was willing enough, and his bright-red cock, pointed like a spear of hard meat, came out of its rough-haired sheath at least seven inches. She jerked at this soft covering, running it up over the outsized prick, and there was a look of dazed fury in her face, her mouth curved down at the comers, and saliva drooling out.
She was trying to get her body adjusted to the dog's position, holding her cunt open with one hand, pulling at the dog's cock with the other, kissing him along his black lips, when Sid began to retch.
He ran for the sink, holding his hand over his mouth, and Burt, frightened at seeing a fuck-heat that made him look like a castrated sissy, pulled the snarling dog to the door and gave him a rousing kick in his hairy ass.
He picked Angie up, too, and could not resist pulling one of those fantastic breasts, as big as Rhoda's but longer, firmer, and with the nipples swelled almost to bursting from the fury of their crazy fuck. He got it into his mouth, trying to suck her insides out through her tit, but she struck him across the eyes with the edge of one hand, and jerked away.
The dog was waiting, his animal eyes reflecting the light from the open door, and he walked quietly by the girl, who kept her hand locked in the deep pile of his ruff.
In the shadow of the feed barn, she calmly got on her hands and knees, and the dog mounted her, beginning to stab at her pussy with the long red cock. The pointed tip was soft, she realized with a burst of affection, but it would not reach her pussy. She was too long in the thigh bones. Even when she took the slick red spear in one hand, aiming it right up to the aching mouth of her cunt, it would not go in.
She opened her knees wider, getting her pussy further down, and just once the great cock went in, jamming violently against the closed end of'her vagina, giving her flaming tissues a glorious burst of joy, but it had been a tiptoe effort, and he could not regain his entry. N
By now Angie was exhausted, the long session with Burt and Sid at last having its reaction of fulfillment and weariness, but she could not leave this noble animal hanging.
She turned and lay on her back, hunching her lovely body up, but the dog was puzzled, and whined a protest. But, when she pulled his muzzle against her pussy, its red welts of flooded membrane wild with her cunt perfume, he licked tentatively, and then, as she relaxed with her thighs wide apart, he began to lap at her cunt.
His long tongue could not penetrate the tightness of her hole, although she reached down and held it open, but the licking up her channel, and the soft rasping around her cut, brought her to the brink of orgasm, and to a decision.
Holding the dog and talking to him in soft, slurred words, she turned her body so that her face was buried in the long fur on his belly.
The red rod of canine meat rubbed across her nose and lips. It had a sharper, muskier scent than the sweated cocks she had sucked in the last few days. It only sharpened her need, raised the heat in her spread loins, now being so marvelously licked by the big animal.
She felt carefully for his balls. Would he like this? No bitch ever bothered with any part of a dog except his prick. And Angie wanted to give the dog something to remember.
When she caressed and held the smooth sac with the two glands, as big as Burt's, the dog growled and licked faster. His hindquarters, instinctively hunching as he reveled in this strange sex act, shoved his cock across Angie's face.
It was easier than she had thought. Just a turning of her head, opening her mouth, and the heavy prick slipped in. All the way. Deep into her throat. Tasting rich and wild and delightful.
Her inner heat was blazing, now, and the rankness of the dog-smell was a part of it. His furry sheath was getting between her lips as the long cock sank deeper and deeper into her throat.
There was a building tautness in the big body above her, a change instinctively felt, and there was something new in her mouth, also-two hefty swellings at the very base of his cock. Getting bigger and bigger. And suddenly, Angie knew she must come at once, to make this moment complete. These swollen glands were the "knot" that keeps a male dog hung up in a bitch after he has shot his rich load into her belly.
She was sucking hard, now, wrapping her tongue around the fast-moving bar of slick meat, and the dog was whining and licking her wildly.
She began to spill over in a wild come, her ass bouncing up against the dog, and with this, he suddenly stood still and began to pour his load into her willing mouth.
She could feel his balls vibrating, and the hot seed, wilder in taste than a man's, thinner, hotter, and more of it, turned every nerve in her body into a ringing burst of fire.
Again and again her entire cuntal apparatus banged out an orgasm against the slippery tongue. And again and again, the dog's reservoirs poured his seed between her sucking lips, across her responsive tongue.
He seemed surprised at not being hung up. He walked away, and Angie, now free of her bottled desires, got up and went into the barn, nestling in the blankets, asleep in seconds.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Now that their time of freedom was coming to its end, there was a tinge of sadness in the three girls. But there was a deep satisfaction, too. They had gone blindly into the world, yearning to fuck, to be fucked, but none of them had the confidence that might assure success. Not even Angie.
And look at what had happened! It was marvelous!
"Well have to leave on the five o'clock bus Sunday, I guess," Angie told Rhoda. They were snatching a moment of love in the big bed at Rhoda's home, and the older woman had sucked the girl's pussy as near dry as it would ever be. Cunt-juice was on both pairs of lips, the rich aroma of raw, hot cunt in the air. "Oh, I hate to leave!"
"I'll come to see you every week," Rhoda promised.
Angela dressed slowly. Not much to put on, just the soft, faded jeans and the knitted shirt. Originally a man's athletic undershirt, now tie-dyed in tones of green and blue and yellow, perfect to show off the smooth tan of the girl's arms and throat. And to emphasize the lovely shape of her breasts.
She looked out the window toward the trailer, the tack room, the other buildings, and giggled. "Jud's back," she said.
The two young girls swarmed all over him, and Angie and Rhoda had a laugh together, watching how the grizzled man's big hands went down to cup and caress the two hot little butts, how he held them to him as they kissed him, and Rhoda chuckled and said: "There's two pairs of damp little drawers!"
The news was good and bad-Jud had bought three fine horses at bargain prices, which was fine. But the truck he hired had broken down a few miles north of Apple Tree, which was bad.
"I'll take Burt and Sid and we can ride 'em back," Jud grinned. "Load some saddles into the wagon. Bridles and blankets, too. I'll give you cowboys a little experience!"
Coralee and Reina jumped up and down.-"Let us go!" they squealed. "Let us ride one!"
Jud looked at Rhoda. "How about it, old lady? Want to ride a horse across country, or would you rather drive the wagon?"
Rhoda laughed. "Well talk it over on the way," she said. -
They all looked at Angie. "While all you guys are gone," she smiled, "I'll take a good, long shower. With none of you guys around, I'll be safe."
"Yeah, and sorry, too!" Reina laughed.
She watched Burt come back to the big gate and close it, hanging up the sign that could be adjusted to name a time the crew would be back. She went into the trailer and got a big, clean towel, and reached into her bag for her shampoo. She had been having a bloated feeling in her flat young belly, and a tired spot in her lower back, so she took a tampon with her. When her period came, it was the way she came, herself-kapow!
She was still filled with wonder at the joy of being a woman, so she had not yet come to regard menstruation as a curse. Therefore, she looked proudly at her swollen breasts in the bunkhouse mirror, squeezed them firmly, closed her eyes against the swift heat that built around that minor pain, and pushed her left breast up to her mouth, where she gave it the same vacuuming suck she had shown Rhoda.
There was a feeling of puffiness and sensitivity in her cunt, and she almost came a couple of times as she washed it gently under the hot shower. Farther back, her asshole was so tender from the wild night with Sid and Burt that she had to force herself to wash it.
She had soaped under her arms and was at last rinsing her body when an angry exclamation came from outside, and a voice began shouting: "Jud! Jud Kenny! Where the hell are you?"
She had dried her hair and wrapped the towel around it, so she had nothing on when she went to the window. A tall, broad-shouldered man around forty, red-faced, scowling, walked impatiently around the dusty ground just outside, muttering under his breath, and he leaped into the air as Angela said: "Can I help you, sir?"
The man's reaction was fast and amazing.
He charged at the bunkhouse door and flung it open, so quickly that friendly little Angie, still at the window, could only stand with her mouth open. Some instinct apart from her warm nature caused her to place one forearm across her breasts, and a hand over her cunt, but the gesture only served to call attention to the charms she tried to hide, since her boobs were far too generous to be screened by one arm, and the rest of her body, shaped so that all lines from knees to ribs are designed to frame the cunt, projected that treasure.
Although she was startled, Angela was pleased, too, for now she had, most unexpectedly, that which her body had been craving, and which her shower and crotch-washing had brought into a fierce need-a man, and with him, naturally, a prick.
She was not apprehensive as the man eyed her with a grin of malice. She stood still, smiling, feeling silly holding a hand over her pussy, even when he quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed down his slacks, showing a half-hard cock of generous size.
"I'm Angela Hart," she said in her most mannerly fashion. "I heard you calling for Jud. He's away on business. I live here, at least for a little while."
"I'll bet you do, you little bitch," the man said. "That old fart and his hypocritical wife! Making a whorehouse out of this joint! I knew I'd get 'em, sooner or later!"
He moved toward Angela, and she was chilled by the aura of rage and disapproval around the man. She put out a hand, not sure of what the gesture meant, completely unable to generate any real fear as she viewed the strange cock, now of great dimensions, with the broad, purplish head entirely out of its cloak of wrinkled pink foreskin. There was a musky smell of unwashed cock in the air, and it made Angle's knees weak. Oh, to get that richness, that flavored head, that slick and rank man-tool into her mouth!
The pain when the wild-acting man lunged at her and gripped her wrist was all a part of the swooning pleasure to Angie. Her response was so great that she felt as if her cunt were actually opening like a hot flower, aching to receive the piercing thrust of the big cock.
"Please!" she whispered, finding this role a bigger turn-on than acquiescence. "You're hurting my arm! Let me go!"
She fought weakly, secretly charged up by the stranger's roughness. When he forced her down onto the bunk with one big hand pressing a breast until rapturous shock flowed through her belly, her scream was not of anguish but of joy.
"Oh, God! Please don't hurt me!" she howled as his hand slapped over her cunt and a finger prodded cruelly into her.
"I won't hurt you, you crummy little whore," the man grunted, wiping his hard finger up and onto Angela's excited clit, sending a wave of orgasm shooting through her.
In haste to get the finger back in her, Angie bucked up hard, but missed the digit, which slipped down into the dark vale between her asscheeks. It was almost as good as a fuck, the shivery sensuality of a tender asshole massaged. One more touch and she'd come, the girl knew. So, she writhed and fought while the man held her down, a hard forearm smashing her boobs into incredibly beautiful pain.
Her thrashing legs came open wide at this point, and the cunt-slicked hand which had been at her slot now gripped under her knee, and he pulled so savagely that Angie, for the first time, shrieked in real pain and fear and anger.
"Let me up, you dirty shit!" she cried, trying to claw at his eyes with taloned fingers.
He snarled at her, gripping both her wrists in one big hand, hurting like hell, but giving her a new thrill of total helplessness. And this time, when he plunged his finger into her hole, rasping every soft wrinkle, every wet bubble of flesh and membrane, pulling up against her padded pubic arch until her body came up off the mattress, she really did shoot into a wild orgasm. Thrashing, twisting, holding her eyes tight shut to prevent her assailant from seeing the naked ecstasy in them, cherishing the shafting delight that burned in her cunt, she shook free from the world for long, blissful moments.
She was almost unconscious from the hard throbbing in her cunt and belly and rectum when she felt her legs spread and rasped by the big man's body. Damn him, why couldn't he strip, so they could build their pleasure through naked flesh on naked flesh?
She shook with anticipation as he jammed two pillows under her hips, looking down between her breasts to see the top of his dark head with utter rapture. He was going to eat her! And men, somehow, were so good at it! They might not have the innate knowledge of a woman's hottest spots that another woman had-maybe it was just the idea that, while they were sucking you into a dry and aching ecstasy, there was a hard prick down there, somewhere, waiting to fill and stretch the happily licked pussy.
A fire of love blazed in the twisting lips as the man's mouth jammed into the waiting pussy, and sweet pain, too much to bear silently, shot through every nerve in Angie's young body. She could feel her vagina dilate, and knew that the wild devil at her crotch was blowing his breath into her; she imagined she could feel it on her cervix, sense the pressure in her bowels.
The passion grew and burst as he sucked the air out again, drawing the painfully sensitive cunt walls together, sucking every slick drop of juice from her.
Give me your prick, she prayed within herself, going out of her mind with racing orgasm flooding her again. Give it to me, oh, please, stick it in me, hurt me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh, mister, please, give me your prick!
Without willing it, her thoughts had begun to come out as words, for the man pulled away, his face sinning with the flow of her cum, and he looked happier, less angry, ripping off his shirt. "Oh, baby, will I ever fuck you!" he said thickly. "God, what a cunt! You're the only hustler I ever knew that I was sure she came! Here, suck it a little!"
He had forgotten to hold Angie's hands, but she had no urge to fight, not with this unexpected pleasure. With a sob of pure bliss, she arose and leaned and went down on the extended cock, her position, uncomfortable and strained as it was, enabling her to take it in all the way to its hairy roots, so that the engorged head was halfway to her stomach.
The pleasure of the big cock, pressing her palate, her throat, distributing its male savor to her taut senses of smell and taste, was making her shoot another big orgasm.
The vibration of her cries, the hasty swallowing as Angie fought for breath, and, above all, the unbelievable heat of the entire scene, brought a cry and a first wild gush of jism from the man's cock. In this little space, in the mad swirl of arms and legs and bodies, cramped together with the stranger cruelly gripping Angie's hair to keep him locked in her throat, he pumped jet after jet of his seed into the child's swallowing mouth, while her cunt, alone and untouched, opened and shut and ached with the ferocity of a rolling come.
She could have loved him for all this, but he would not have it. "Nq, you Goddamned slut!" he shouted as the girl tried to embrace his head, tried to' give him the sticky-sweet kiss from her happy mouth. Somehow, she overreached him, and her boobs fell across his face. He sucked one in, trying his best to make her cry with the pain, and only found that she responded by pulling him against them both. His opened eyes saw beads of sweat on the fuzz of blonde hairs under her arms; in a burst of insane zest, he sucked deeply at the hair, and sensed a throb of unquenched desire in his wet cock.
He was as brutal as before, disdaining tenderness as he manhandled her to a flat, spread position in the bunk, and she resisted a deep wish to stroke his head as he again sought the throbbing slash of hair-fringed flesh.
It was something new, a crazy sort of nibbling-he was pulling the thick, hairy outer lip up so that he could chew on it, his teeth punishing and pleasing the slick, pink inside, where a million tiny nerve ends quivered under that textured sweetness. The breath from his nostrils was tickling the exposed inner lips, the thumb which gripped the spongy tissue at the apex of her slit giving her clit just enough of a rasp to keep it quivering on the verge of another burst of joy.
He bit deeper, harder, and his thumb clamped directly on the leaping clit, and Angie soared up off the mattress again, her screams weaker, and her hands, seeking to press the dark head clear inside her crazily twisting pussy, angered her assailant so that he blindly slapped at her face, her swollen breasts, exciting her still more, building the orgasm higher.
When she lay exhausted, foam on her lips, saliva and semen dribbling from her mouth, the man sat up.
"You crazy little bitch," he muttered, but he did not sound really angry, and, when he moved between Angie's thighs, she could have hugged him except for his obvious need to be unkind.
What a crazy man! But how great to be, well, like raped. I'm glad he didn't listen to me, she thought happily. Nothing like this ever happened to me!
She was open to his big cock, so eager to feel its stretch and strength that it was difficult to hold still.
But just as she was gathering her back muscles to shoot her pelvis up at him, with only an inch of the hard column inside her he deliberately gave her a brutal pinch on the soft, big muscle in her ass, and the terrible" pain of it, just as she was opening herself, just as warmth and love were ready to explode in her tender young pussy, turned her off, and she clamped shut involuntarily.
The powerful sphincter muscle at the bottom of her vaginal aperture felt the pleasure of the big cock, but held it clasped, immovable, choking the rushing blood so that it swelled even larger.
With a roar of pain and anger, the rapist pressed brutally with his thumbs just at the juncture of Angela's thighs and her pussy, and it was like touching the starter button on a merry-go-round.
There was soft heat and wet friction all over the thrusting cock now; the action of a hot young girl slowed down by a shuddering, continuing flow of orgasmic fury in her soft, hot belly. He could ride, now, with less urgency, and he was a man who prided himself on the powers of his sex.
Inside Angie, the flow of spasms continued, hot and strong, although tamed by excesses enjoyed too long.
The feel around the bruised rim of her cunt, the sensuality in her chafed inner lips, her roughly treated clitoris, was of deep joy. It was like coming without a pause; it was like a come that rose and fell but did not begin or end. She felt loose inside, wetter outside, sloppy, gratified.
And Angie, with a secret grin of triumph, knew why-it was her menstrual flow, obviously due, but started like a river by this pounding at her womb, this stretching and bruising of her cunt. She said clearly, without thinking: "Oooh, that feels so good!"
The man responded by a churning flurry of hard thrusts, so that her cervix, rendered sensitive by this monthly phenomenon of relaxing and opening, knew the unbelievable sensation of having a prick actually go into it, giving it a burst of feeling that caused it, the most powerful muscle in a woman's body, to clamp down on the bursting head of the long cock.
With a wild shout of fury and passion, the intruder's system exploded, his balls draining themselves of all his load as rope after rope of hot semen shot directly into the girl's womb. This spray of slick heat brought one final orgasm to twist and shake the girl, and she was quite literally out of her mind as the ecstasy blacked out all consciousness.
Dimly, she heard a car sliding its tires and felt the weight of the man go away. In a daze, she saw him pulling up his slacks, buckling them, and heard Rhoda's voice calling her name.
She was bruised but happy; this had been a memorable happening; as soon as she could gather her wits and body, she would get up and thank the mad stranger who had introduced her to new refinements of sexual delight.
Sleepily, she sat up, looking around at the pool of cum and blood from her expanded uterus.
"Wow!" she said, giggling. "I've got to get some clean sheets-or wash these!"
A sudden wave of rich good feeling brought her to her feet, and she was reaching for her skirt when she heard Rhoda's voice raised in anger.
"Fuck you, Max Felton!" the woman cried. "Wait until Jud gets here! He'll slap your ugly face for you!"
Once more, looking from the window, Angie saw the big man striding back and forth. "Fuck you, too, Rhoda," he snarled. "Jud won't do a damned thing! You and your young cunts! Running a whorehouse here! Keeping a slut for your two-bit cowboys! Shit!"
He threw his head back and laughed.
"You know you've broken the morals clause in my mortgage! It's all due and payable, as of right now!"
As she went to the door, Angie picked up the damp towel. She might need something to hide her face in if she laughed.
So intent was everyone at the angry confrontation between Rhoda and the stranger that Angie had to give four or five sad little moans before anyone noticed her.
When, they did look, seeing her cowering in all her lush young nudity, with blood caking on the inside of her thighs, the fresh red blood trickling down on top of it, Rhoda gave a loud, anguished cry, and the man stood, struck dumb.
"He raped me! The big bully! He beat me and raped me!"
She tottered forward, and Rhoda rushed to her, holding her up, whispering: "What the hell?"
Angie buried her head on Rhoda's shoulder. "Get ready to hold me," she whispered. "I'm going to faint! Okay?"
The blonde child with the woman's shape pointed once more at the dark intruder, and her voice was loud and ragged. "That's him! He raped me! Ohhh!" and she slumped down on Rhoda, whose strength was taxed to hold the solidly built girl.
The two younger girls reacted perfectly. Reina began to sob wildly, and Corrie cried: "She's only thirteen! You bad man! Why did you hurt my sister?"
"Hold it! Hold it!" the man shouted. "What the hell goes on around here? Don't shit me, that tramp's a-what's that blood doing there?"
"You hurt her, you hurt her!" Corrie bellowed, and Reina, coming up behind the man, shouted: "He's got blood on his pants!"
"Wait a minute!" the man said desperately. "Rhoda! Listen! Believe me, she wanted it! She never said a word!"
Angela raised herself wearily and brushed hair back from her twisted face, "He never gave me a chance-he just cursed at me, and grabbed me! Oh, he's so strong! I was helpless!"
"Goddamn it, you could've said something!" Felton yelled.
"How could I when you had me by the hair and had my head bent back?" Angie demanded. "Look where he bit me, Rhoda!" She turned her back to the others, spread her legs, and whispered: "Look at my pussy. Open it up!"
Rhoda looked and shrieked convincingly. "You dirty pervert! They ought to hang you! Corrie, get me some bandages! Quick! And the first-aid kit!"
Something seemed .to go out of the angry, defiant man. Perhaps his heated memory of biting and chewing on that tender young pussy-the question burning in his mind: Could he have so lost himself in passion as to bite through the skin?
He moved on unsure legs to where the old station wagon sat with its doors opened, and sat down heavily in the front seat, holding his head in his hands.
So, when Jud and Burt and Sid came in, galloping the last hundred yards from the big gate, they saw the naked body of Angela, unselfconsciously waving every pennant of her female-ness; Rhoda, making a big fuss with bandages on the girl's red cunt; two sober-faced girls without lines to speak in the drama; and finally, a broken, dejected man who turned to Jud in dumb misery.
Rhoda's wink, Angela's wink, the faces of the younger girls turned aside to hide furtive grins, supplied all that was necessary to round out Angela's tearful accusation: "He raped me!" and Rhoda's bitter addition: "The poor child would have bled to death-her poor, torn little maidenhead, vicious bites on her-on her-" and then mutely placing a hand on the allegedly virgin pussy. a
Jud hissed: "I ought to beat you to death!" and then said, himself winking at Burt: "Get on the horn right now, and tell the sheriff what's happened. A rat like this-he needs to be put away for life!"
To Rhoda and Angie, he seemed to be overdoing his part, but Felton leaped up, staggered a few yards, and fell to his knees, gripping Jud's thighs like a drowning man.
"Save me, Jud!" he cried- "I'm sorry! Don't call the cops! Let me make this good to the young lady! Oh, please, dear!" He turned his gray, frightened face toward Angie. "Forgive me! I thought you were grown!"
Angie put the towel over her face and they all heard strangled noises coming from it. At last she moved the towel slightly and asked: "Isn't this the bad man who wants to take away your ranch, Rhoda?"
Close on the heels of Rhoda's affirmation, Felton cried: ''I know I was wrong! I'll make it right!"
"You bet your ass you were wrong," Jud growled. "That whole Goddamned mortgage was a stinking graft. Just because I was desperate for money!"
"I'll change it! Ill change it! Bring it to me, I'll change it here and now!"
"No you won't, you louse," Rhoda declared, getting to her feet. "I know you, Max, you slick bastard. What you'll do is, you'll write a confession that you raped this thirteen-year-old kid. And tomorrow, just as soon as the bank opens, you and your lawyer will meet me and Jud and our lawyer, and you'll change that mortgage in the bank, with everybody looking on. Is that clear?"
"Oh, yes, Rhoda," Felton gasped. "Get me some paper. Tell me what to write."
Angie snorted and they all turned to look at her, holding up the wet towel, marked with bloody spots, covering parts of her lush body. "I want the bastard in jail," she said clearly.
Felton screamed, his eyes closed, his face gray. Jud put his arm around Angie, winking broadly, while Rhoda babbled and Burt and Sid, grinning, walked away, followed by Reina and Coralee.
"After all, Angie, a rape case will be a terrible thing for you to remember," Rhoda said, and Felton said: "It would ruin me and my family-you don't want that, do you, miss, huh?"
The argument rose and fell, and the girl knew a triumph that would last her all her life.
She would have five thousand dollars, in trust, and Rhoda would see that it was properly settled at the bank tomorrow. Great! Nobody would know! The ranch would be safeguarded forever. Jud and Rhoda, making enough money to pay it off, would never fret again.
But the biggest triumph, really, in her secret heart, was that the defeated Max Felton, big businessman now sunk in depression, hijacked out of a potential fortune in the Kenny place, stripped of five thousand bucks-and glad to pay it-still had a hard-on showing in his expensive slacks. A big hard-on!
That's what you call power, the girl thought.
She rubbed her breasts while no one was looking, rubbed them lovingly, and smoothed her silken skin down the ribs, across her belly, and played with the hair on her pussy. Now she knew-it wasn't just that all men wanted girls. She had it!
Rhoda hugged the warm child as a chastened Felton left. Tears were rolling down the older woman's face unashamedly.
"That was the greatest thing that ever happened to us," Rhoda said. "You were absolutely marvelous! That dumb shit! I'm glad to see him suffer-aren't you?"
Angie said: "He wasn't bad. Oh, he was mean enough. But gee, could he do it! I was hot as a firecracker, with my period just ready to break, and all, but he was all right. He really did chew my pussy-the big flap on the right side-didn't he?"
"Tooth marks all over it," Rhoda laughed. "If it came down to a dogfight in court, and we had some color photos of that sweet little pussy, they'd hang him. And you could sue him for a fortune! Listen, come on over to the house. The kids and Burt and Sid have disappeared." She nodded toward the feed barn and Angie grinned. They heard the screams of a girl sliding down the hot slope of an orgasm.
"You know I'm all messy," Angela said.
"I'm hungry for all of it," Rhoda said, her face burning with lust.
"Jud?" Angie asked.
Rhoda nodded in the direction of the road. "Getting drunk at the motel. But don't worry-if he comes in, he can have any of you or any of me that's left. Okay?"
They walked up the slope toward the red house. A nice day!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Their last morning at Kenny's had none of the spirit of bright adventure that the girls remembered from their arrival. The time had passed so quickly, so pleasantly, that the time to go had slipped up, almost unnoticed, and now it was here. And it wasn't just the three girls who felt the gloom.
Even tough old Jud, whose riding classes gave him half a dozen new, young, tender asses to feel-and just possibly, if things went right, to break in to a different sort of riding later on-said he had a lump in his throat when he considered that Angela, Coralee, and Reina would be on the five o'clock bus for Citrus City.
To make things even worse, the brilliant spring weather had been chased south by a storm front that had swept down from the north overnight, and a cold rain, falling since midnight, had killed business completely, and made the entire stable area a sea of slick, thick mud.
Rhoda, lying on her back in her big bed, warmly naked, her knees up and hanging wide apart to expose her pussy, suddenly turned and buried her face in old Jud's neck. Her hand, which had been holding his half-hard cock, pulling the soft, loose skin up and down, went limp.
"I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I'm hot, you're hot. But, for the first time in twenty-five years, I have the feeling we're just not going to make it this morning." She drew a deep, sobbing breath. "Ill suck it for you," she said.
Her husband sat up, his face kind. "It's those kids," he said. "We both hate to see them go. And they hate to leave. Rhoda," he said in a low voice, "we've got this great, rainy day, no way to work, a big house, two stud horse hands, and a hell of a lot of beds. Does that give you an idea?"
But Rhoda was already getting up, a smile on her face, and was getting into slacks, a woolen tunic, a raincoat.
"Burt drove them over to the Pepper Tree," Jud said. "Go pick 'em up! I'll get Sid and Burt and fix things up here."
The living room, once the three kids were ushered into the house by Rhoda, who had refused to answer their questions, was a sea of mattresses, and Jud, Burt, and Sid, standing naked and bowing like headwaiters, with their three pricks gently swelling, cried: "Surprise! Surprise!"
Every ache of parting seemed to disappear, smothered in laughter, gaiety, anticipation.
"Kindly draw names from this hat, ladies," old Jud said grandly. "And please, the two of you who don't get the old master, don't die in despair- we've got a long,-beautiful day ahead of us, and who knows? Maybe the old man-with a little help, you understand-can get it up for everybody!"
Always afterward, when Angie, her thighs parted, her cunt open for a descending prick, remembered this day of sex unlimited.
It was so free and loose and unfettered by old ideas. It was so warm-no, so overpoweringly hot. To see Coralee, her tender, pink split quivering and straining to get the big cock of Burt Rasco into her, while tiny Reina, her face rapt and glowing with heat and love, bobbed up and down on Jud's gnarled and rigid tool, was such a maddening picture of lust that she felt her cunt go slack with a paralysis of heat.
For she had drawn young Sid's name from the hat, and, at least for a brief moment, she felt that she needed the fires of a voyeur's lust to make up for missing Burt or Jud. After all, she barely knew this youngster. But who could remain aloof when all this love, this animal rapture was bringing little yelps of love-pain from the kids, and little groans of happily cunt-pinched agony from the two older studs?
And besides, Sid gave her no time for apprehension over missing something. He was all over her, the minute she read his name from the slip she had drawn. His hands were warm as they went under her little skirt, and they were wise and tender on her breasts as she skinned the shirt over her head.
"God, Angie," he whispered, "you're so beautiful!"
She was on her back, on one of the mattresses, bare as the day she was bom, and her breathing was a struggle as Sid's mouth closed on hers and his tongue darted into' the dark approach to her throat. One of his big, boyish hands covered her entire mound, her patch of curly blonde hair, and he was pressing hard on the sides of her slit, really hard, just about an inch away on each side of where her clitoris, alerted by all the squeezes and kissing and stroking on mouth and tit and belly button and ass, was trying to get its tiny head poked out between the thick lips which shielded it.
And then she was on her shoulders, her legs over Sid's strong arms, and a shock of pleasure lanced through her as the boy, his eyes grinning down at her surprised face over a fringe of her cunt hair, began to eat her pussy with zest and .skill.
"Oh, Sid!" she cried, closing her eyes in ecstasy, beating her fists on the mattress. "How lovely!
Ohhhh!!"
And suddenly she was corning, hard and fast, seeming to open and close as Sid sucked and kissed and bit and mauled her cunt from its crown of hair to its strangling sphincter muscle, and her hands had found his cock, and now they were rolling and hugging and kissing.
Fragments of lust flashed before her mental eye; her asshole quivered and contracted in a blinding pain of memory as she remembered Sid's tool shoved in her from the rear, into her hot bowels, stirring new waves of rapture.
She heard, from far away, an excited cry from Rhoda, and thought: Poor dear! She's left out!
Then Sid got his cock into her, deep inside her cunt, as big as Jud's, as big as Burt's, as big as-what? As big as she needed, and they were fucking, Sid was driving into her and she was coming, coming, coming.
"Oh, God, Sid!" she heard a strange voice cry. "Fuck me! Oh, baby, it's so good! Wow! Wow! Wow!" And with each word she was breaking her ass, throwing this long, lean, tough kid so high that his cock came right out of her, to her puffed and joy-twisted opening, slamming back to batter her cervix and churn among her guts and stretch her sheath to its limits.
And in the waves of sanity that alternated with her waves of fuck-fever, she saw Rhoda, thighs split, astride Burt's face, the woman's face a picture of riotous bliss; in another flash, Rhoda on hands and knees, kissing Reina, squeezing those tiny brown tits, and a hand, coming from nowhere, was buried in Rhoda's lovely twat, big fingers stretching her, twisting in the sweetness that Angie's tongue had explored and loved. No use to worry about Rhoda.
"Sarah Bernhardt said, 'There're only two things to do on a rainy day, and I don't like to play cards!' " It was old Jud, wonderful old Jud, up on his elbows during a quiet moment, while little Reina lay with her hand cupping his balls, looking up at him with love, while big Burt fooled around in the cute little Mexican's ass.
Rhoda hung on Angie, kissing the girl in long, tonguing bursts of love, and Angela, her inner fires quietly, happily smoldering, got a variety of tastes from the older woman's lips-after all, Rhoda had been cutting in on everyone, all this happy day.
There were three big mattresses down on the floor in the big living room; they had all been able to roll and twist and cavort at the same time, in the same room.
Corrie, lying on her belly, chin on her forearms, legs spread so that Sid could keep his hand burrowed deep in her flowing cunt, was smiling. She had regretted their leaving, wishing for more sex, and she had had it-was still having it. Sid's cock had crept out of its nesting place in his lap; its red head was showing, nodding, swelling. Soon he would bury it in that smooth pussy, and Angela knew how wonderful it would be for her little sister.
Cocks and cunts! Three of one, four of the other. She suddenly felt the sharpness of desire run through her, touching her breasts, her belly, burning deep inside, in the dark heat of her vagina, in her bowels, still achingly happy from the night with Sid and Burt.
She became conscious that Jud was looking at her, his face bearing a satyr's grin. She had not noticed, but Burt had rolled Reina over on her back, and she was straining to get her cunt stretched over the head of his shining prick. Jud had been watching that; his fatherly hand was helping the girl hold her cuntlips apart.
Sid had moved, too, was kneeling between Coralee's legs as she still lay on her belly, and he was dropping saliva into the crack of her ass. Cunt or asshole? Who cared? It was lovely.
Angela's heart picked up on a faster beat; she felt the itch of love flame up around her clit, in the flowing red channel that was partially covered by her hairy outer lips; her lips felt numb for a second, and then, all at once, they were full of rushing blood and alive with desire.
Jud was moving at her on hands and knees. His cock was hard and ,red, shiny with the spit and cum-juice of every girl in the room except Angie. Rhoda, at her ear, whispered: "Lie back, baby! That's a one-hour hard-on!" The wonderful woman eased the girl down, putting a pillow under her head, brushing the long blonde hair back from her face.
"I saved you for last, Angie," Jud whispered. He looked at his wife with a look of the utmost love, and she leaned across the young girl to kiss him, long and deep.
With care and love, she held Angle's cunt open very wide. Angie could picture it; she had had so much wonderful experience, so many lovely, hard pricks in it. So many tongues, too, and fingers, probing gently, demandingly, wildly, brutally.
Rhoda's tits were just above her as the woman kept the lips of her pussy open, her loving touch a complement to the hard stretch as Jud pushed in, a little at a time. Sloshy with her own cum, and Sid's and Burt's, slicked by the tongues of all of them, she was still tight. Jud's pressure was a deep knot of pain, about to burst inside her.
She could reach Rhoda's breasts, and she sucked hard on one of them, hearing her friend groan in pleasure. She tried to say: "I feel the juice pumping out, Jud! I feel you stirring up my womb! My blood is beating around your cock!"
But she could not do any more than make dumb sounds, for a prick had been shoved into her open mouth. Through eyes hazed over with the fever of corning release, she saw it was big Burt kneeling by her head, giving her his cock.
And there were two sets of lips sucking at her tits-what had become of Rhoda? No need to hold her cunt open now; Jud was in deep and fucking hard and rhythmically. But, beside the two mouths sucking her breasts, someone was busy at her neck and throat and under her arms, kissing and licking, and there was certainly one of her friends, busy and tender, slowly prying into her asshole.
All of them! It was too sweet. Tears squeezed out from her closed eyelids, a knot formed in her throat, squeezing Burt's cock so that he began to fuck harder.
All of them, doing this for her! She would never forget-never, never, never!
Everything in her began to explode into dazzling heat and light as all of her seemed to take fire.
Quietly at first, then, rippling like a captive snake, she began to come. In love and heat and crazy, quivering undulations of her body, she was coming. All over. And still coming.
It was not an end to a holiday in heat. It was a beginning.
